#figured id join since so many others are doing it

[unknownhyperial]

Pomctober Day 1: The Terrible Digital Circus

Fuck I know Im 2 days late at this point but I decided I was gonna join in last minute. I may be behind the rest of Pomtober cuz of it but thats fine. It'll be a good way to learn how to draw Pomni!

I'll post the Day 2 and Day 3 when I finish them. If I finish before Day 4 then I'll just post them when its appropriate to :]

(Pomctober by @tadc-funfair-au Terrible AU by @obamerzslop)

[starlemons]

Coffee and Crime ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ PART TWO

Pairing ✦ mafia!bucky x reader

Word Count ✦ 2.2K

Warnings ✦ overall story has a 18+ content warning, MDNI, unwanted groping, attempted SA, mentions of being roofied, mention of blood, physical violence, alcohol, clubbing, someone flashing a crowd, cussing

A/N ✦ I wrote part two a lot quicker than I thought I would, I'm actually really enjoying this story so far! Stay tuned for part three :)

PART ONE »»» Series Masterlist

I will update the series every 1-4 days depending on my schedule

“Would you get your head out of la-la-land and focus.”, Nat said, snapping her fingers in front of your face.

It had been three days since your interaction with Bucky, and you kept finding yourself daydreaming about him, wishing the handsome man would come back into the coffee shop soon.

“Sorry Nat.”, you said sheepishly rubbing the back of your neck.

Your friend stood in front of you in her bedroom, a tight purple dress clung to her figure.

“What do you think of this one?”

“You could wear a trash bag and still look amazing. But I think that I like the green one more.”, you said pointing to the silky cocktail dress she had tossed onto the bed next to where you sat. 

“Well then I guess green it is.”

The two of you were at your and Nat's shared apartment, readying yourselves to go out for your mutual friend Thor’s birthday party. Nat considered herself a clubbing queen, she loved to be the life of the party. You on the other hand would prefer to be at home. 

“Now little-miss-wallflower.”, Nat said pointing to you, “We need to put together something for you to wear.”

She had you try on outfit after outfit, repeatedly saying none of them had that oomph she was going for. 

“Nat can I just wear this?”, you pleaded with her, gesturing to the long black bodycon dress she had put you in.

“No, that's not fitting the image I have in my head.”, she said, ruffling through the closet. 

“And what exactly is that image?”

“I want a sexy, bold, outgoing vibe.”

“You know that being bold and outgoing aren’t exactly my thing, right?”

“Exactly, you need to get out of your comfort zone Y/N, live a little.”

After several more outfit changes Nat finally found the perfect ensemble. A red-wine colored dress adorned your body. Its neckline dipped dangerously low, reaching below your sternum and the bottom of the garment barely hit mid-thigh. 

“Isn’t this a bit much?”, you asked, looking yourself up and down in the mirror. 

“Not in my opinion.” she shrugged, “But anyways you look amazing so I say this is it.”

Staring at yourself again, you did have to admit the dress did make you feel hot. 

“Okay fine, you win, I’ll wear this.”

Nat smiled from ear to ear, “Amazing! Now let’s finish getting ready.”

You added a pair of black heels to your outfit, straightened your hair, and Nat had helped you do a smokey eye for your makeup. After an hour of getting ready, the two of you were walking out the front door and heading downstairs to wait for your Uber. 

After the quick car ride, you and Nat found yourselves outside a club, a bright blue neon sign reading Supernova sat above the front door. Both of you joined the line to get in. Once you reached the front, the bouncer checked your ID’s and stamped your hands with a shooting star that lit up under the flashing lights. 

You scanned the club, glancing over the horde of people, before your eyes finally found who you were looking for. Grabbing Nat’s hand you pulled her behind you in the direction of your friends.

“Y/N! Nat!”, Thor cheered seeing the two of you approaching. 

“Hi Thor! Happy Birthday!”, you yelled over the booming music, giving him a hug.

You then greeted your other friends; Wanda, and Clint. The group sat at a table near one of the many small stages scattered about the club. Each of the platforms had girls dancing on them. Your eyes quickly looked away as one of them took off her top, cheers erupting from the group of men standing below her. You felt beyond out of your element. 

“You look like you’re about to jump out of your skin Y/N.”, Clint chuckled at you.

You shrugged at him, “I think I just need to get a drink in me. I’ll be right back.”

Walking away from your friends you snaked your way through the throng of people dancing, reaching the bar. 

The bartender, a girl with bright pink hair and several facial piercings, turned from the man she was talking to, yelling from the other end of the bar top, “Be with you in just a second!”

You nodded at her, looking up at the chalkboard menu sitting above many shelves of alcohol. Your eyes scanned over the neon pink chalk settling on the special for the night. 

Tonight's Special: Midnight Whisper

⛦ vodka, blue curacao, grenadine, sprite, edible glitter

⛦ $11

You leaned up against the bar, studying your surroundings while you waited. Couples were dancing a little too close for comfort, there was a group of girls circling around one of their friends as she threw up in a trashcan by the dancefloor, a group of frat boys sang along to the music blasting through the club. 

As your eyes glanced at the V.I.P. area, they widened in shock. Bucky sat in the corner, surrounded by Steve and a few more men. You locked eyes with him and he raised his glass towards you, shooting you a smile. 

“What can I get for you?”

You jumped in surprise, turning to see the bartender. 

“Can I get a Midnight Whisper?”

“Of course, that’ll be $11.”

Reaching inside your purse your fingers wrapped around your wallet, pulling it out to pay. 

“I’ve got it.”, a voice said from behind you.

You looked over your shoulder seeing a man you didn’t know behind you. 

“It’s okay really.”, you said.

“No, I’ve got it sexy, a lady with a body like yours shouldn’t have to pay.”, he smirked down at you.

He handed the bartender some cash.

“Um thank you.”, you said flatly.

“No problem, smoke show, I’m Caleb, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.”, you grumbled, not meaning it at all, but trying to be polite because he just bought you a drink. 

“Here you go girly.”, the pink haired girl slid you your cocktail.

Caleb slid his arm around your shoulders, hand lingering over your drink. You were looking at his face as he did this, trying to figure out how to get out of this situation.

Reaching for your drink, you turned away from him, “Thanks for the drink, I’ve got to get back to my friends now, they’re probably wondering where I went.”

Caleb’s hand shot out, gripping your bicep, “What do you mean you’ve got to go back to your friends? I just bought that for you, can’t you stay and at least talk to me for a bit?”

“First of all,let go of me.”, you hissed yanking your arm out of his grip, “And secondly I tried to pay for my own drink, but you insisted, I said thank you for it, but that doesn’t mean I owe you shit.”

You turned and weaved back through the crowd towards your friends. 

As you approached Nat raised an eyebrow at you.

“What’s got you in such a sour mood.”, she said, studying your visibly pissed expression. 

“Some dude bought my drink for me and acted like I owed him a conversation because of it.”, you rolled your eyes.

“I would be irritated too.”, Wanda said from beside you.

You laughed, “Anyway enough about that weirdo, guess who I just saw Nat?”

“Who?”

Grinning, you said, “That Bucky guy from work the other day!”

“Oh my God!”

“Who’s Bucky?”, Wanda asked.

You filled your friend in on the handsome man. 

“Why don’t you go ask for his number?”, Clint said, eavesdropping on your conversation.

“Because he’s in the V.I.P area, and I don’t have the balls to do it.”, you laughed out, taking a sip of your drink. 

Just then Thor appeared, having come from the dancefloor.

“Come on guys let's go dance!”, he yelled.

He grabbed your hand pulling you with him, the rest of your group following behind.

As you guys danced and drank, you began to feel weird. Your head was pounding and you were hit with a wave of nausea. 

“I don’t feel good.”, you whispered to Nat, and you rushed to the bathrooms. 

“Hey wait-”, she called after you.

You disappeared into the crowd leaving Nat behind, as you stumbled through bodies, your vision began to get blurry leaving you a disoriented mess. There was no way that one drink had done this to you.

Finally you reached the hallway in the back of the club that led to the bathrooms. You shakily leaned up against the wall, dragging yourself along the cool cinder blocks towards the ladies room. Suddenly you found yourself pushed up against the wall, your back smacking it so hard you almost felt the wind rush out of your lungs.

“Hi beautiful.”, Caleb jeered at you. 

“What-”, you slurred out, tongue feeling heavy.

He cut you off, covering your mouth with his hand, moving your lolling head back. His other hand settled on the back of your thigh, slowly creeping its way up, his fingers digging into your ass cheek. Your body was like Jell-O, you couldn’t move, leaving you defenseless. You felt tears begin to well in your eyes as you looked up at him. 

Next thing you knew Caleb was lying flat on his back a few feet away and you crumpled sliding down the wall to the ground, your legs unable to support yourself.

“What the hell man!”, Caleb screamed, a cut to the side of his head had blood cascading down his face.

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing.”, someone said.

You looked up at your savior, realizing it was the same man who had generously tipped you the other day. 

“Oh what so a guy can’t feel up his girlfriend anymore?”, Caleb lied.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky said looking down at you, “Is this guy your boyfriend?”

“No.”, you gurgled out.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about! The bitch is just drunk!”, Caleb yelled as he stood up. 

Bucky however knew that wasn’t the case. You were obviously out of it, but not from alcohol, you gave away the tell tale signs of being roofied. 

After he saw you at the bar, he had been watching you. He saw your interaction with Caleb, almost getting up after the man had grabbed you, but relaxed when he saw you could handle it on your own. However when he saw you stumbling off towards the bathrooms and Caleb stalking after you, he stood up and followed the two of you, ignoring Steve asking him where he was going. 

He had entered the hallway just as the slime ball had groped you, and without thinking, Bucky decked him in the head. In all honesty Bucky hadn’t felt this angry in a while. It pissed him off to no end, seeing Caleb taking advantage of you, the shy and sweet barista he had just met the other day. 

“Y/N, oh my God what the hell happened?”, Nat appeared at the end of the hallway. 

“This jackass drugged her.”, Bucky growled, nodding in Caleb's direction.

Nat moved towards the aforementioned jackass, but was stopped by Bucky putting his arm out.

“Let me deal with him. Get her up to the V.I.P area, let Steve know what happened.”

Nodding Nat moved down to the ground, throwing your arm around her shoulder and dragging you upwards. You stumbled as the two of you walked back down the hallway, out into the club. Looking back over your shoulder you saw Bucky nearing Caleb, rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up. 

Hazily you remember Nat heaving you to the V.I.P section. Steve immediately recognized the pair of you from the other day, and he jumped up helping Nat carry you to one of the couches. While they did so Nat explained the situation to him. 

“Tony go get her some water.”, Steve told one of the other men that had been sitting with him. 

The dark haired man turned and headed towards the bar with urgency. 

“Y/N, Nat are you guys okay?”, you heard Clint shouting from the velvet rope sectioning off the V.I.P area from the rest of the club.

“Are those your friends?”, Steve asked looking at the group that had gathered. 

“Yeah they are.”, Nat said. 

“Hey guys let them up here.”

One of the security guards by the rope lifted it up and allowed your friends through. 

“You know that guy from earlier she said was weird? Somehow he drugged her.”, Nat said to your friends.

“Where’s he at? What's he look like? I'm going to go kick his ass.”, Thor stated, turning to head back down to the dancefloor and hunt down Caleb. 

“Someone else already beat you to it.”, Nat said pointing to Bucky who had returned from the hallway.

“Sam, Scott, can the two of you go get the mess in the hallway cleaned up?”, Bucky asked as he neared everyone. 

“Gotcha.”, Sam nodded.

“What’d you do kill him?”, Nat asked gob smacked.

“No, just taught him a lesson about keeping his hands to himself.”, he said as he picked up a cocktail napkin from one of the tables, wiping blood off his knuckles. 

Your vision started blurring again and the ringing in your ears drowned out any other sounds. The last thing you remember was Bucky looking at you worriedly before you finally passed out. 

PART THREE

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[notquitecanon]

Tell 'em bout the Twinkie // Dr. Egon Spengler x extroverted!Reader

Summary: Egon takes care of you after a long night on the town with the other Ghostbusters. While somethings are always the same, you surprise him yet again.

I found this hand written in a notebook from two years ago while I was cleaning so I figured id type it up and post it since there wasn't much new stuff in the tag. Dinner is served.

Warnings: alcohol use, drunk reader, sober Egon (obvi), descriptions of scraped knees and cut hands, blood mention, and first aid. Lots and lots and lots of fluff. Possible cringe. shameless use of Twinkie as an emotional allegory

Dr. Egon Spengler was enjoying a rare night of quiet in the firehouse. Janine had scheduled the whole week around the entire group being free tonight. Peter had insisted a little R&R was due in spades. And for Egon that meant spending a quiet night in, lackadaisically charting his mold and fungus, and catching up on relevant literature at his leisure. 

But for the rest of the Ghostbusters staff, it meant going out to a nearby bar for drinks and music. That included you, the Ghostbusters resident research analyst (as you were listed on their payroll). 

You had been hesitant to leave Egon alone, especially on one of the few nights you wren’t working to the wee hours of the morning or having dinner interrupted by what Winston had dubbed the "bust alarm". Still, the scientist encouraged you to join the others, knowing deep down you wanted to go. 

One of the many reasons he admired you was your easy and outgoing nature, your desire to be out in the world. Due to his introverted and nose in his book habits (even worse when he was in college), your extroverted demeanor was probably the only reason you had managed to befriend him. And because he admired it and profoundly enjoyed your company, he never Egon ever wanted to be the reason you didn’t do the things you wanted to. 

However, that didn’t mean he had the slightest inclination to join you in a Friday night crowded bar: packed with sweaty people he didn’t want to touch, drinks he didn’t want to drink, loud music he didn’t want to hear, smoky air he didn’t want to breath, and sticky countertops he didn’t want to sit at. And that’s just the reasons he got out before Peter gave up trying to convince him. 

So, he was content to gently push you towards the door with the assured promise he’d be happily waiting with for your return with leftover takeout- both of your favorite ways to end a late night since meeting each other as Grad Students. Nothing better than cold noodles after coming home little drunker than you meant to- and well, Egon didn’t drink but did enjoy an excuse for a late night snack (and an excuse to be close to you).

And with the firehouse still and quiet, Egon was enthused, seeing how ectoplasm interacted and affected the growth of his molds, making mental notes to show you. 

Aspergillums wouldn’t grow at all, actively decaying at ectoplasmic contact. Cladosporium both grew and decayed erratically with Ecto contact, creating a cascading starburst affect. Alternaria first grew at unprecedented rates but wouldn’t produce spores. Penicillin frew at normal rates but produced an odd smell. Fusarium grew rapidly and abundantly at first but died off just as rapidly. 

"Spengie!" A recklessly loud shout, Peter no doubt, echoed from the main entrance, "You gotta marry this girl!” 

And thus his quiet night was suddenly over- con. But it meant you were home- pro! Venkman's shout was accompanied by the sound of quick footwork stomping and scuffing above him, and Egon could imagine him doing a little spin around the fire pole. It was Winston’s voice that following in scolding. 

"Peter if you don’t shut the hell up, I will leave you at the bottom of the stairs for the night. We both know you won’t make it up by yourself.” His voice was a warning, but Venkman’s voice was cheeky. 

"After all we’ve been through, Zeddemore?” 

"Especially after all we’ve been through.” 

Egon smirked at his friend’s antics, shaking his head as he removed the Trichoderma slide from the microscope, encapsulated it, labeled it, and sorted it into his hobby file base. A well practiced move as a set of footsteps clunked down the stairs to him. His eyebrows twitched. 

Those weren’t your footsteps. 

And while he loved his friends dearly, they had gotten your company and attention all night. Despite his insistence on your outing, he was feeling uncharacteristically territorial about his night time traditions with you. 

"I’d knock but I don’t have a hand." Ray’s voice called out, sounding three quarters of the way down, chipper tone underplayed by a touch of strain. His steps were unaccompanied and you hadn’t called out to him yet- not even a good night. Had you decided to skip takeout all together in favore of crashing on the upstairs couch? If anything, the couch he had in the basement would be better for your REM cycle. Not to mention Egon was also in the basement.

Nonetheless, Egon answered, inviting him into the lab as he rose from his work stool. Finally, Ray turned the corner, silently answering all the scientist’s questions. Because there you were, wrapped around Ray’s back like a proton pack, your own jacket hanging behind the both of you like a cape, your purse on Ray’s shoulder, and shamefully useless shoes in his hand. Rays arms looped under your lax knees, and your arms were loosely around his neck like the worlds drunkest scarf. Meanwhile, your face had tucked into Ray’s neck, between your arm and his collar, now smudged with your lipstick. 

There was a momentary flash of jealousy until it was squashed by Egon’s sudden attention to your knees. He tensed, seeing a patch of blood on both knees, staining ripped tights and dripping to your ankles. There was a more subtle smudge of injury on both of your palms. 

"What happened?" Egon’s voice was clipped, zeroing in on your wounds as he crossed the lab, suddenly much more worried that you hadn’t even twitched. You were breathing deeply, but hand’t made a sound…

Ray had been expecting this reaction and kept a calm face, "Just took a little tumble, Spengler, see?” 

With that, he shook one of the arms holding your legs, jostling you enough to rouse you a little. Without looking up, one of your bloody hands weakly formed a thumbs up before going limp again. Egon looked between your hand and Ray’s face in a mix of disbelief, worry, and irritation. Stantz swallowed thickly, shifting from foot to foot under his friend’s discerning gaze. 

"That didn’t answer my question, Raymond.”

It only took one more cold look for Ray to start rambling the truth.

"Awww, don’t Raymond me, Spengs, it was all Peter’s fault, honest! It was like graduation weekend all over again. Venkman wanted a rematch, and, you know, (Y/N) had just enough to drink that she was feeling competitive. They agreed to the same stakes as last time and since you weren’t there (Y/N) placed a bet on your behalf." Ray explained quickly, not managing to hide his happy smile as he moved to gingerly deposit you on the couch. Egon was following like a shadow, taking great care to keep your head from falling back uncomfortably. Graduation Weekend had been the last time you had been carried home like this, only Egon had done the carrying that weekend, after going shot-for-shot with Venkman. After that and the subsequent hangover, you had vowed to 'grow up' and never get too drunk to walk for yourself. Until tonight apparently, Egon mused, brushing some hair out of the dried sweat on your forehead and noting your breathing, heavy but shallow. Not unusual after alcohol consumption. As Ray unlatched your knee from his hip, he perked up, "On the bright side, Peter’s cleaning the soot out of the Proton packs’ exhaust vents for a month! Lost on a technicality.”

"Hmmm." Egon hummed, adjusting you into a more comfortable sitting position as you slowly started to wake up, "Get the first aid kit for me?” 

"Sure thing." 

Egon watched your slow, scrunched blinks and how you slowly lifted your head to look at him, squinting before deadpanning until the blurry shape came into focus. It was hard to be irritated with you when your flushed face broke out into an unabated, silly grin, half lidded eyes brightening as you called in sleepy excitement, "Egon!" 

Spengler took the opportunity to analyze the dilation of your pupils-  glassy and dilated, but responsive. Good. He offered you a dry smile to appease you as Ray put the first aid kit beside you. In his other hand were three bottle- another college tradition. A non-FDA approved electrolyte and mineral enriched drink, formulated by Egon when he lived with Peter who was insufferable when hungover. Venkman called it "Liquid Rewind" and begged Egon to patent and copy right it, only after convincing him to add flavoring to mask the terribly bitter taste. 

Spengler nodded a thank you as he plucked the red one from Ray’s hand, giving it to you. Ray watched you pressed the chilled bottle against your warm cheek. This left the already opened grape to Ray who sported a purple ring around his mouth and orange for Peter. 

"Egon, red is Pete’s favorite." Ray pointed out as Egon started unpacking the first aid kit.

"I know." 

"He hates orange." Ray reminded him. 

"I know." 

Ray nodded slowly, he knew how petty Egon could be when he was irritated, and he didn’t plan to attract the scientist’s wrath. Instead, he cheerfully patted Egon’s shoulder and moved towards the staircase, "Alrighty then, she’s all yours now. G’nite, Spengs." 

"Goodnight, Ray. Thanks for getting her home.”

"Well, she sure didn’t make it easy. For a research analyst, she’s pretty slippery." Ray laughed, mostly to himself as he shuffled up the stairs most likely to the bunk room while Spengler pulled on a pair of medical rubber gloves. Egon also knew this from experience- Graduation Weekend he had also done the chasing when you pulled honestly impressive feats of escapism. Now, alone in the lab, Egon was kneeling in front of you in record time. 

He took the first aid scissor and made quick work of ripping off your already shredding tights with such an efficiency that if you were in your right mind you probably would have been too flustered to think straight. 

Egon ignored your little noise of protest, attractive scientist or not, those had been your good tights. The scientists offered you a cocked eyebrow as he rolled the tights down your legs. You simply sighed as he started gentle strokes to clean the blood off you now bare skin.

"Did you have to give Ray such a hard time?” 

The scolding was playful even though delivered with his usual level of directness, still, even drunk you knew him well enough that it made you smile. 

"Well, I was actually giving Peter a rough time, Ray just happened to be collateral damage." Sleep was starting to wear off, leaving your words only a little slurred, as if you were taking great efforts to make sure they were clear. 

"And what did Peter do to deserve your ire this time?" Egon dousing some gauze with antiseptic. He didn’t flinch at the acrid scent, and usually you wouldn’t either, but this time your nose scrunched as Egon moved in even closer. However, you didn’t flinch in the slightest when he started dabbing at the shredding parts of your knees. Instead, you took the chance to appreciate the view of the good doctor kneeling in front of you, overhead lights casting a halo on his dark curls. It would be the perfect distance to lazily run gentle fingers through those curls. You seriously contemplated, but decided not to. You didn’t want to get blood in his pretty, soft hair. Wait- you were supposed to be answering his question… 

"Made an uncouth comment." You sniffed as Egon moved to the next knee to clean the scrape. He hummed again noticing your non answer but not commenting- one problem at a time.  

"Most of his comments are uncouth." He pointed out, pausing to smirk up at you, sighing in relief when you giggled. The was a comfortable pause as Egon focussed in on the deepest gash, but not for long.

"How is the ectoplasm variant going?" You asked after going quiet long enough that Egon wondered if you had fallen back asleep. 

"I’ll have to show you tomorrow. I want your thoughts." Egon informed, a slight smile and point of pride that you had inquired after his work even in your current state as he dabbed antibiotic cream on your knees, "The Cladosporium is behaving particularly erratic." 

"Ugh, my bet was on the Asparagus." You sighed, prodding at the edge of one of the deeper cuts at the top of your knee. Egon gently, but sternly, nudged your hand away, giving you a warning eyebrow before taping large bandage on over one knee. 

"Aspergillus." He correct, almost sounding amused as he moved to the next knee, applying the bandage with just as much care, "Hands." 

"Yes, doctor." You teased, offering both your palms. Egon gently took your left in his larger hand, using his other to repeat the same process. These scrapes were much less deep, mainly superficial, a product of catching yourself before your head hit the pavement, your knees had taken the brunt of it, but Egon was nothing if not thorough. It was quick work to clean and bandage both palms. 

"There, that should prevent an infection." Spengler informed you, holding both of your treated hands in his after disposing of his gloves, he gave them a quick, tender squeeze before pressing the bottle of red ~liquid rewind~ into your grasp, quickly cracking the lid off for you, "Drink that." 

"You know I’m not even that drunk." You scoffed, giving him a playful glare but obeying anyway, taking a long pull of the bottle, only stopping to swallow and breathe before going back in. This time both of his brows were raised as he stood, taking the trash from his impromptu clinic to the nearest bin. 

"How much have you had to drink, exactly?" 

You thought to yourself for a second, raising your eyes to the ceiling and mouthing numbers before tallying them on your fingers while you mentally replayed the night. Egon waited expectantly as he removed his lab coat, getting increasingly more concerned the longer the tally went on. 

"Lets see…. approximately pi cubed divided in half times 1.5, minus six." 

Egon didn’t even have to think about the calculation, instead being bewildered by the sheer amount of liquor you had managed to imbibe. His voice raised just a bit, mostly in disbelief and concern, "17 drinks?! (Y/N)." 

His disbelief sounded more like frustration to you, and your lip wobbled a bit as you lurched forward, regretting the sudden move but powering through as your eyebrows knitted up, looking up to the scientist pleading, voice a whine, "Don’t be mad." 

Egon shook his head with a deep sigh, catching your hand as you reached for him.

"I’m not mad. Surprised you’re coherent? Yes. Impressed at your current equational prowess? Definitely."  He listed as you weakly pulled him back towards you. Egon nudged the forgotten red stained bottle, "C’mon, a little more." 

After a long swallow, you nodded, "Well, after I slipped the boys, I made it pretty far uptown before they found me-" 

You had started almost sheepishly, this time expecting Egon’s crinkled eyebrows and interruption. 

"They lost you?" He repeated lowly, but you just shrugged, squeezing his hand as you continued your tale. 

"Only for an hour, but it was a long walk back home. Well, it was for Ray at least. So I had plenty of time to workshop my math, Ray doublechecked it for me. And I still had time for a nap." You seemed pretty proud of yourself. Egon opened his mouth, eyebrows raising then falling as his mouth closed. 

"I see. Is there a particular reason you needed to escape?" 

"Noooo…."You dragged out, using his hand to pull yourself out of you slouched sitting, using him to keep yourself steady. Egon didn’t budge, allowing the contact. His head cocked ever so slightly to the side, looking at you over the rim of his glasses. You crumbled instantly, "Yes." 

With an innocent smile, you fished into your jacket pockets, patting yourself down with increasing franticness, "I kept going until I could find a 24 hour bodega." 

"You ran off inebriated by yourself in the middle of the night to a late night convenience store in New York City? This neighborhood is basically a demilitarized zone. We’re definitely going to have to discuss that." He muttered, checking you over for any injuries he or Ray might have missed. You were undeterred by his scolding because you had found whatever you had been searching for.  

"Well, where else was I gonna find these at this hour?" You asked earnestly, revealing two only slightly squished Twinkie's. It was your turn to quirk an eyebrow, "What? Did you think I would forget about our late night snack?”

You were interrupted by a overpowering yawn, eyes suddenly drooping, "Gonna be honest though, don’t think cold Thai food is a great move for me at the moment. 

Egon took the slightly squished confection out of your hand, giving it an appraising gaze, before breaking into that signature sideways smile as you leaned into his chest. With all the secrets of the night in the open, you didn’t have much else fighting to keep you awake. Egon his arms around your back, using one hand to rub soothing circles on your back. The good doctor allowed you to stay like that, his cheek pressed against the top of your head. As your breathing slowed, more and more of your weight slumped against him. 

Egon didn’t mind, finally getting that close contact he’d been waiting all night for. Instead, he stared down at the twinkie in his hand. The cream was squeezing out of the sponge cake and smearing onto the crinkled plastic wrapper, but you had ventured countless blocks out of your way, escaping three of New York’s ghostbusters, just to pick up something you knew he’d like.  Even with 17 drinks actively shrinking your neurons, you were always so thoughtful. 

Egon was well aware of how much his friends loved him, and he would always be grateful for finding each of them. But there was always just something different about your love. If Egon possessed a more artistic disposition, he might describe it as a warm ocean wave washing over a beach. Gentle, yet unstoppable. All encompassing. He wasn’t quite sure what he had done to deserve someone like you to love him like you did, but whatever it was he’d do it a thousand times over- even if it meant cleaning you up after a long night out on the town. 

"Did you have a good time tonight?" He asked quietly, feeling you nod into his chest . His sweater was soft against your cheek and he smelled as wonderful as always: earthy yet clean and the slightest hint of something smoky like a full trap or lab experiment gone wrong. After a deep inhale you nodded again through another yawn. 

"Mmmhm. ‘missed you though." Your voice had slowed back down to its sleepy, slow tone that Egon would never admit to loving as much as he did, the warmth of him and quiet lulling you. You were fighting to stay afloat, but Egon’s thumbs working slow circles into your back were winning as he answered. 

"I missed your company as well." 

-

And it was later, when you had fallen into a deep unbothered sleep on the lab’s couch after stealing one of Egon’s t-shirts- the ones he would wear under his jumpsuit-, and using his lab coat as a blanket, that Egon thought about all this, taking a slow bite of his slightly squished gift.

Peter was right. One day, he needed to marry you.

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so I tried two somethings new. 1.) tried writing this more from his perspective, which isn't something I really do with any character. 2.) Paired him with a more extroverted out going reader, because I feel like we usually see him paired with more introverted types

anyways I typed this up at 3 am after crying for five hours so please excuse any typos.

[bloodyinkandquill]

Ghostwalker x prankster ghost Reader

apologies for this one being so late! i was working on other stuff and like mentioned before this blog, as much as id lit it to be, cannot be my priority

- Sure being a ghost sucked, but you had found ways to keep it exciting, while some other ghosts cried and moped around almost all of the time you learned how to interact with the living world, and after enough time you could temporarily possess living demons

- It was hilarious, the pranks that would bewilder or lightly scare the demons they were aimed at, while you laughed hard, you never intended to hurt anyone with your pranks, you were 90% sure possession didn’t hurt the demons but it did make them cold you noticed

- One day when you went to hop into someone’s body, as you went to suddenly you were stopped by some force causing you to go back and rub your head, now that should not have been possible unless you focused on it you shouldn’t be able to touch anything in this world, you can pass through objects, when you looked up to see what happened your face dropped

- Standing in front of you was Ghostwalker, the deity of the dead and their souls giving you an unamused expression, well that’s how you read it at least, based on the demon not reacting you figured he was only showing himself to you or to the dead

- He asked what you thought you were doing attempting to possess a living demon, you stuttered something out about wanting to tie their shoelaces together or something and he just looked sorta confused at that, you said you just wanted to prank them, he then asked what a prank was, that was surprising but you explained it, he clarified you had no intention of harming the demon or anything, he seemed perplexed by it and asked if every time you had possessed a demon it was for these pranks

- You explained you just liked getting a laugh, especially when most of the other ghosts here were boring as hell or to focused on completing their unfinished business so they could pass on, you just wanted some humor in your unlife, he was still confused but he seemed to understand more, you then asked if he could tell anytime you possessed an alive demon, he explained yeah, being his domain it would be a bit odd if he couldn’t, he then said if you had no intentions of harming demons he had other business to attend to, you told him wait, you were so lonely could you just accompany him, you missed talking to people since most ghosts weren’t that conversational

- He said fine and you floated along as he walked through the world of the dead on his way to take care of other matters, you started joining him commonly going through his domain and talking, he thinks you’re a peculiar ghost, he’s never met one like you, and he’s met a lot of ghosts since he spawned with his siblings, so when he began to catch feelings he confused the feelings since he had never felt them before with curiosity

- When one day during a conversation, he mentioned the odd feelings in his chest and you realized what it was, he was taken aback by it, that shouldn’t have been possible, you decided to give it a shot, it’s not like there’s many ghosts you can date when they are all so boring, so the god of ghosts suffices

- Being with him was interesting, you could actually touch and interact with him, outside of possession you hadn’t felt that in a long time, and especially never the romantic and loving touches you received from him, him holding you gently, putting his forehead against yours, it all felt so loving it made you melt, sometimes actually melting into the ground as a joke, he’d look at you unamused but it made you laugh so he was never truly bothered

- You played small little pranks on him here and there, he usually didn’t react besides for an eyebrow raise but you thought they were funny, you always loved pranking people and joking around, hearing other people’s laughter brought a smile to your face

- One day though he found you sitting against your grave, you weren’t smiling something he rarely saw, he sat by you letting you lean your head on him, he asked why you didn’t work towards finishing your business so you could pass on, you said you were scared, you didn’t want to and if you did you’d have to leave him, even if usually people didn’t laugh playing pranks even for a second made you feel alive again, you just wanted it all back, before him you were so lonely, you missed being alive but you don’t miss the life you had

- Ghostwalker let you talk, never interrupting as you let all your emotions out, about being dead and wishing for life again, looking at your grave, where flowers once played had long died, only you could see where they once were

- He held you close telling you that even if in life no one loved you he loved you in the afterlife and isn’t that enough? You broke and sobbed into his sweater, he didn’t mind, even though you soiled his sweater with tears and snot he just whispered reassuring things rubbing your back softly as you let it all out, from there he brought you somewhere else, his domain was the afterlife but there was a secret part where only he could access, ghosts had no clue it existed and the living had even less of a clue

- It was a meadow, full of pale grass and a soft sky, he said he went here for a break, when he needed to recharge from dealing with souls all day, so much death around him, sure he was desensitized but sometimes even he needed a little rest, it was beautiful and he told you that you could stay here as long as you’d like, and if you left you could return anytime, and if you’d like him to add something to it he would, anything for you

bit more angsty then i intended but oh well, again this one is more like a story then general hcs based on the request but it’s fine, think it came out good

[thewayhavenchronicle]

N Sewell's Big Secret - A Theory

So, I've been replaying N's route lately and an epiphany came to me last night when I was playing the end of Book 3.

It's in Book 2 I believe that you can ask Nate if he's ever killed someone while talking to him about how old he is. He frowns for a minute and says, "Not with my own hands, no."

Weird, right? After what we see in the mirror at the carnival, when he says he got turned at sea, it's clear that the image in the mirror was of that time right after he got turned. He's covered in blood, surrounded by bodies while wearing a British Royal Navy uniform.

Originally, since Falk declared N Not Guilty, I assumed that perhaps N had come to terms with the reaction they had to being a newly turned vampire. I thought maybe they'd lost control and slaughtered the men of the ship, or perhaps they'd been attacked and defended themself. A sort of Jekyll + Hyde situation where N doesn't consider their frenzied state to be truly Them.

BOOK 3 SPOILERS AHEAD

And then we get into Book 3, and it's really clear that N has not been to therapy enough to not blame themself if they'd killed that many people. They're overprotective and selfless to the point of self sacrifice for the slightest inconvenience and they blame themself for any little inconvenience that befalls MC. Clearly, they are not well-adjusted enough to separate something that happened in desperation and fear from who they truly are.

This put me on the back foot, trying to figure out what that could mean. If you are dating N, they tell you about their brother, M*lton, who was killed by vampires. They tell you about joining the Navy to seek revenge or to at least find out what happened to their brother. Makes sense.

The moment that made my theory CLICK in my head happens at the end of the book, if you ignore Rebecca's idea and go alone to the auction.

So, you get captured and the auctioneer person tries to sell you off for your blood. Just like the other 3 routes, N will come to rescue you at the auction, and they have a brief spat with someone in the audience who tries to outbid them.

[ID included on screenshot.]

This moment I originally thought was a pheromone thing. It doesn't seem like just a threat, as Nate seems visibly shaken and weakened by whatever it is he did. Also, the strange way the supernatural responds seems to suggest some kind of influence.

And then it hit me --- "Not with my own hands, no."

N's power is some kind of mind control / suggestion ability.

They never killed anyone with their own hands because they told the pirates / vampires to kill each other or kill themselves.

The theme of control comes up several times in N's route. N prides themself on being very in control of their body and their emotions, keeps their wants hidden and their true feelings locked firmly away beyond anything that is pleasant or kind. It makes me wonder if, aside from being able to influence people on command, if they can accidentally influence people when they get too emotional.

I also think it might require touch to really make the power work. They constantly keep their hands in their pockets and, while this is a normal enough idle motion, the fact that they touched the supernatural here and often put their hands in their pockets / withdraw touch when having a disagreement with someone suggests it might have something to do with it.

The amount of trust that UB must have in N when they have a power like that is enormous. It also sheds new light on the arguments that N and A often get into, as it seems that if N really wanted to, they could get their way every time via this weird power.

It also sheds new light on Rebecca's concern for N and MC. The assumption that MC is immune to this ability is there, but there's always the chance that they aren't, and Rebecca being worried about N forcing MC into doing things via suggestion seems to be very real.

It also makes me wonder if N has ever tested out whether their suggestion works on MC, or if they've thought about it with something small. Makes me wonder if we are entirely immune or if there's going to be some caveat like with M and their pheromones causing MC pain.

EITHER WAY, I feel like I figured it out. I'm losing my mind with the implications of it all.

[raconteur-wanpi]

i really love your generation swap au idea, its sooo fun...... i kinda hope ppl take you up on making their own content for it, im not a creator myself but id love to see more!! who were you thinking for the rest of the crew? i feel like tom for franky, olvia for robin..... maybe fisher tiger for jinbe..? he was definitely an adult already during sun pirates times but iirc FT was enough older that maybe theyre technically a generation removed & otherwise i cant think of who would fit. its even more confusing with brook lol, hes already a generation (or more) older than everyone. also tell me any other fun ones you enjoyed thinking up in the rest of the cast that wouldnt be immediately obvious if you want..!! its literally so fun to think about

Yeah, people seemed receptive to it, I'm glad! I don't even feel like I came up with it, my subconscious did, lol. I did end up having a lot of thoughts about it, though! I'd genuinely love to see what people do with it if the idea spreads! Seeing what people can do with prompts like this is always delightful.

Also spot on on my ideas for Franky and Robin, yeah! I considered Clover for a bit when it comes to Robin, but I think Olvia makes more sense, especially since I Support Women's Wrongs and want to have a more balanced cast gender-wise. For Jinbe honestly, I couldn't figure it out at first, but Fisher Tiger makes the most sense! The AU in my head is less about mapping the generations out perfectly, and more looking at the Strawhats and their roles, rather than ages. So it is role-based-first!

Honestly for Brook, I had two ideas initially! My first was swapping him with Yorki, but that doesn't feel right considering they were peers.

But then it dawned on me that in terms of who's alive and who is not in this AU, the canon / original Strawhats kinda follow the state of the mentors they've been swapped with (i.e. Nami, Chopper, Robin, Jinbe and Franky would be dead 😢), and since characters keep the same powers and skill sets from canon (so Luffy still has the Nika fruit, Shanks still fights with just Haki and Gryphon, etc), that means Chopper's Human-Human Fruit got reincarnated.

So of course, I think it would be ideal for Laboon to have gotten it! I love the idea of Brook being the one waiting for him to return at the lighthouse on Reverse Mountain, and Laboon being the one that got lost in the Grand Line and is trying to find his way back! I imagine this Hito-Hito version of Laboon would develop a very sweet friendship with Hiriluk once he joins the crew! Considering Chopper would be his dead father figure in this lol. Kinda like Luffy being glad that Sabo got Ace's fruit in canon, and feeling like he lives on through him.

Other non-protagonist cast ideas include Roger being swapped with Ace (so Ace is the dead pirate king, and was still Luffy's older brother figure. Meanwhile Roger is Shanks' older brother figure like Ace was for Luffy in canon, since the ages have been fudged around for this. Or maybe more like a young uncle? Either way he's still an older male relative figure lol).

Garp and Koby feels like another obvious one, with Koby being a Vice Admiral and a good friend of Luffy, despite the fact that Luffy is an Emperor lol. I like the idea of Luffy being the World's Youngest Grandpa somehow in this, and Garp as his grandson being Koby's trainee haha. There's a lot you can do with so many characters honestly. I'd just have to go arc by arc at this point haha.

If I'm being honest, I kinda found myself more invested in figuring out what the Older/Mentor Strawhats are like in this AU, rather then the equivalent of the young protagonist crew. I guess it makes sense, considering they're the actual protagonists in the original story lol, but I enjoy all the ideas I was flooded with about them a lot!

I actually started writing a long-winded file with bullet points about all 20 main swapped characters, but I wonder if anyone's actually interested enough for me to post it or not. It's not even done yet, but if people really want it, I'll finish it lol.

[hyunsvngs]

idk if my ask got eaten or u just haven't answered yet but since its been awhile i figured id send it again... pls ignore this if u alr got it 😭

ive seen a/b/o floating around here and i have a sliiightly unusual vision of being alpha!chan's also alpha!gf anf when youve been around each other long enough ur ruts start to synch up and when do they do... it gets heavy. like its roughest, most desperate sex ever, and not neccesarily in like a degrading or mean way. its just the both of you are sooo desperate to get off, it gets rlly rlly rough. like biting and scratching, a whole bunch of dirty talk going in one ear and out the other, possibly a tiiiny bit of blood.

personally i find it very hot idk if thats just a me thing since most of the a/b/o stuff is omega and alpha, but idkk.

hello friend i did get this, sorry it's taken me so long to get round to it. like i've said previously, it's only me that answers asks regularly so it's a lil difficult sometimes when i'm getting so many asks everyday.

in termmmms of a/b/o tho i really love the idea of alpha!chan having an alpha gf. he's the pack alpha, and i think having another alpha to help him keep the boys in check n look after them would really make him happy. i also think that during your ruts when you've both synched up it would definitely be so intense. nesting with a bunch of furs and items from the rest of the pack and just absolutely fucking eachother up for the whole thing.. bonus points iffff perhaps some of the others join you.

imagine felix who has a particular soft spot for the head alpha and his girlfriend... he'd love to be involved in your ruts with you, being just a hole for you two to breed and dote on. you and chan are both so desperate to get off that felix just feels he HAS to help - and it's totally not to do with him dripping slick imagining your knots or anything, definitely not.

[putschki1969]

Hello again Sarah, apologies for taking your time considering what's happening in the Kalafina fandom. I hope this finds you well! So now I'm officially a member of Wakana's FC. 🎉 It was the most foreign friendly and with your tutorial it was a breeze. Thank you so much! 🙇‍♂️ Keiko's on the other hand, is much more difficult, not because of your tutorial but because of my geolocation. However, I managed to find a way to deal with it, which leads to my maybe silly question. When I enter my surname, it doesn't accept it entirely, only 2/3 of it, as it seems it's too big(?). Now I could leave it as is, but I'm afraid that may cause issues when they cross-check your information for tickets later on. Imagine winning a ticket in the lottery for a live, fly all the way to Japan only to be denied entry at the venue because your surname doesn't match with that in your passport 100%, due to this limitation of the platform. Of course, in the Lawson ticket FAQ, there isn't anything for this. Are there any other members who have similar issues? Thank you again in advance!

Don't worry, it's fine!

YAY! Congratulations on joining Wakana's fan club!! 🥳

Oh no, I had no idea the location would cause so much trouble. Maybe some things have been changed on the Lawson site ever since I joined the fan club back in 2020. So sorry you've been struggling with the registration. Glad to hear you managed to overcome that first obstacle.

Hmmm, yeah, I recall there being lots of restrictions for the process. There's a pretty strict character limit and I think they only accept Japanese letters. At least they used to back in the day. In my passport and on my Tenso account I have a surname, a given name and a middle name. Unfortunately, all of that wouldn't fit into the Keiko FC registration form so I'm stuck with my surname and given name in katakana. Luckily, this has never caused any issues.

I've asked one of my Thai friends since fans from Thailand often encounter this problem due to having pretty long names. She says it shouldn't matter. Just fill in as much of your name as possible (in Katakana). For packages being sent to Tenso, the most important thing is the address. They also look at the name of course but they will figure it out based on the address alone.

As for lives, they very rarely do identity checks. Especially during normal lives. But not even during fan club events unless it's something super exclusive and intimate. Personally, I've never had anyone check my identity before. In the rare cases it does happen, they would probably cross-check your FC ID (or the ID you use on whatever ticket platform is selling tickets for said event) with some personal ID. It might cause some minor confusion if the names don't match perfectly but that's where gaijin privilege comes in. From what I've heard, they are a bit more lenient when dealing with foreigners because they want to avoid any discussions in English. Usually, they know that many of us have weird names so they are probably used to our names being cut off on all sorts of tickets and documents. As long as your info still checks out (= bulletproof), you should be fine.

Update: Here's a useful tip provided by @hkrwa

Here is my experience with Keiko's FC. When I joined last year, Lawson's system only accepts Katakana but not alphabetical names (I tried both Lawson's website and the Loppi machine in a Lawson store in Japan). I want to have my name written in English, because I won't be able to provide any ID with Katakana version of my name, in case it is necessary. So after the application procedure was complete, I contacted FC via the enquiry form on their website, and they happily changed my registered name from Katakana to English. Hope this helps.

[remy2fang]

A.K.I. and F.A.N.G in Pockest

They’re so cute. They’re my faves so I had to record my time with them 💜💜

I actually saw their sprites many months ago after Akuma dropped. A.K.I. and F.A.N.G had just made their Pockest debut this month of October 2024.

The chart on how to get AKI and FANG in Pockest.

For more info and charts, go here: https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=3003515624

If you have enough points, you can just choose the Purple Egg. I only “unlocked” the White and Green Polka-dot Eggs. I didn’t unlock the other ones, but I was still able to start with the Purple egg because I had enough points to do so. I did play Pockest enough times before starting with the Purple Egg. At that point, I got Ryu, Ken, Chun-Li, Guile, and Kimberly. And that’s it lol.

During the time I got A.K.I. I did it by chance because the public guide wasn’t updated at the time. I figured I had to starve and keep my monster dirty in order to get her. I based my conjecture to her background story where she was an impoverished street child. To my surprise, she can evolve from Virtuoso. So I guess I didn’t have to starve her that much. F.A.N.G fed her well then lol!

From my experience in getting AKI, I trained my monster first with 1 Power, then 1 Speed, and then the rest is just Technique over and over again until I get her.

After I got her and finished her run, I decided to join the Pockest Discord to see if there’s any clues on how to get F.A.N.G . When I went there, I saw how A.K.I. can be acquired. I’ll say it’s quite different from my approach, so I guess there’s more than one way to get her:

Before finding out on how to get F.A.N.G, I figured I have to starve his monster and keep him dirty, but also try not to let him die. I based this on seeing the most hungry and dirty monsters end up becoming pure villains like JP, Evil Ryu, Seth, or characters with hard background stories like Juri, Remy, etc. There’s also some oddities like Manon, Dudley, and Captain Sawada. But Manon made sense because she experienced a sad event in her childhood. Dudley and Sawada? Now I’m curious! But also, F.A.N.G did live a rough and unforgiving life that turned him into an evil villain. And I was right on that part since that’s his pathway in Pockest.

For FANG, it’s suggested to train him with Technique, Technique, and the rest is Speed over and over again until he’s acquired:

I like how AKI’s bio have it being about FANG while FANG’s bio is about the Number 2. Hmm, no mentioning of M. Bison for FANG?

AKI’s memento is Bottle of Poison. She warned that it can hurt you, which is accurate to her dangerous yet studious personality. Poison ingestion is no joke! AKI knows!

FANG’s memento is Hat of an Assassin. The hat means that you’re on his side. That’s an interesting thing to say considering FANG doesn’t want to make friends with anyone. But then again he recruits people to further his own ambitions.

Once you acquire a Pockest character, you’ll get a sticker of them for in-game Street Fighter 6.

[so2uv]

@ so2uv's sappy time.

end of the year. ive survived and that's scary but you know what? it'll be fine. we'll all be fine and im promising that; whether it be this year, the next, or far in the future, we'll be ok :)) it's stupid how this platform, one that my friends teased me for using, left such an impact on me as a person.

AKA. MY END OF YEAR MUTUAL APPRECIATION POST. (warning: these got long and sort emotional for me to write. well, as emotional as i can get fjkdhgkjfd. sorry if my coherence gets lost later on. forgive me if you weren't mentioned specifically for something; i have more mutuals that expected. it's genuinely surprising.)

if you weren't mentioned specifically, there's still a note for you at the bottom. sorry for making you scroll for long to find it :'DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @tiredsleep . . . the mutual who has stuck through it all. oh tired. tired, tired, tired. i think im a little stupid for how happy i get when you like a post or send an ask or keyboard smash in my reblogs. a lot of what i said in my long ask to you a while back is what im trying to convey now. the way we met wasn't through much special; i followed you and eventually you followed back. it was slow going in the ways we interacted but the nicest things take time and im so glad we're the way we are now. we're strangers, two little guys on the internet, and i think it's beautiful how we have this. you're an amazing writer, an all around amazing creator of the worlds you build and the characters you create. i don't think you realized how envious i used to be of you; you made it seem like it was easy enough for you to connect with others, your writing was something id never achieve with mine, it was flat out jealousy. it was my fault we were distant to begin with. i soon figured out that praise was correct: you are among the most wonderful people ive had the pleasure of knowing and talking to you, even if it's just through a screen. there's so much more for me to say that i constantly struggle to put into the correct words to get the point across. just know that you have great things out there for you. have a great new year, tired. we'll make it. im so proud of you.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @aelatus . . . the last standing mutual of all my og (close) mutuals. hello atlas! im not sure if you'll ever see this on tumblr since i know you don't log on much but you've been my mutual through three blog changes now; was there for my xstar-kidx era and kozmiixs stage. we've been through shit together, had banter about grammarly together, lost certain mutuals together, have changed blogs, changed themes, switched fandoms, fell out of love with fandoms. it's been a wild couple of years, huh? im so thankful we've met and got close in the ways that we did and that we're able to call each others close. your birthday is soon so in the case that i forget to say this on discord: happy birthday, the xiao to my albedo. live a life of freedom and joy, my love /p.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @izukxnnie . . . hara :((( i don't think you'll ever come to read this message but that's alright; maybe it's for the better kdfgh. i know i sent you that long winded ask on your blog already but i miss talking and interacting with you, even with all my awkwardness. im still so regretful of that one time i sent a request to join your world but then you were busy and i didn't read your messages until later that day as in hours later bc i was at school and idk if i ever responded to them in the end. maybe i'll send you a message on discord later. maybe i won't bc i'll be too sentimental. i really hope you're doing more than well, that you're happy doing what you do.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ay-asterisms . . . the mutual who introduced me to so many others. i really have you to thank for what i have now, ay. truly. you brought me deeper into the hq fandom and introduced me to jennie, atlas, and others. we don't talk much but i'll say what ive mentioned before, you remind me so much of the sun. but not as the bringer of life and the ball we see every morning; a sun in the sense that you're a star closer to earth but still a star, still out there where there are multiple. the difference is that you just happen to bring a warmth that others can't provide for ones nearby.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @cryo-locket / @lo-cinno . . . you. im not even sure how we became mutuals, and my memory is pretty good. we just spawned in each other's zones one day and went yeah, alright. honestly, ive never said this to anyone, but you were one of the reasons i decided to focus more heavily on chinese. our interactions reminded me of why i wanted to relearn the language for myself: for the social connections. i genuinely love talking to you and always find myself laughing at our conversations. mainly because our timezone dif is so odd so it's always late in the evening when im on. your ebg was so fun and with all the pain it brought / hj, im so happy to have been part of it. thank you for putting up with my 2 am rambles and crack, hope you found laugh or two with them.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @pr3tty-jennie . . . you intimidated me when we first met. i still remember it actually: you had that kamninari theme and the most recent post on your blog was about how you couldn't remember the word for chandelier in english but knew it in french. you've been through so much, endured so much, and i respect you so much. always have, always will. your life story and the past don't define who you show as a person and im so amazed by that part of you. have a good day, good week, good rest of your life pretty girl :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @june-again . . . it's crazy, you know? crazy how far we've both drifted off from the original fandom that brought us together? but that's character development. speaking of that, ive gotten the absolute pleasure of seeing you grow as a person and go through the motions of life. it's always chill talking to you, jokes come easy hah! you're an amazing musician, june. amazing person, amazing at writing, amazing at music; you're outstanding so in the words of Freddy fazbear from security break, way to go superstar! i knew you could do it and i know you still can.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @junjiie . . . the seungmin to my minho, the other half of 2min, the self proclaimed jeno to my renjun (have yet to be a dreamzen my b :(() and the no. 1 solieber. i was serious when i said you're the reason my other blog exists; you've been the biggest hype person when it came down to me going out of my comfort zone and writing. i was so nervous going up to talk to you at first kjfdhgkj but now, you're just another silly guy in my phone screen :DD thank you for sending all your updates about life and putting up with mine even though they never get answered- seungmin to not only my minho, but hyunjin too, let's keep being #Silly, yeah?? it's already the actual new years day when you're receiving this so i hope the year is off to a good start.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @sohyuki . . . MINT im hoarding the ask that you sent me on christmas day. im always so happy when you've shown up on dash and while im sad about how you've let tumblr mainly behind, i know it's for the better since well, interactions have been shit and probably will never get back up to the standard we held them to, even with all the effort put in. you are such an amazing all around person and like i said in my christmas note to you, keep writing. hoard it, feed into it, you have something wonderful going on with it.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @kamiyatos . . . user kamiyatos!!! lee!!! HELLO!!! it's always such a pleasure to talk to you and i hope you know that i keep your ramble about malleus' character and your plot idea for him in the back of my mind constantly, even though that ask has been lost to my actions of deactivation on my old blog. you're the biggest ayato fan i know who supports my works about him vocally AND you understand my vision on his personality... it's truly touching, y'know? thank you for being there, even when we don't talk as much as we should. i hope this year has been kind on you and the next one is even kinder.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @yinyinggie . . . yingyingyingyingerkjshkjfdg ok this may come as a shock, or maybe you already knew and were just playing along, but we used to be mutuals before the summer of last year. secret identity revealed ig?? eh im sure if you dig far enough into my dark past™️ you'll find smth about it so im not going to say anything about it :P but! one thing has stayed the same for sure: you are so easy and so fun to talk to and make conversation with. you know that ramble i left on the astro twerk form about feedback for the server? yeah. im 100% truthful. you've made something so inclusive and positive, have done to much to get tumblr active, please know that your efforts aren't wasted. im sure they feel like it at times but i appreciate it so much. and im sure others have the same sentiment.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @mhiieee . . . MHIEEEEEEEE MY SCARA FAN !!!! i love and adore your works so much and not to mention your characterization of scaramouche is top tier. ive got a lot to learn from you, mhie; i don't think you realize how much there is to admire when it comes to you as a person. you find such meaning and connection in the words and the world, the sincerity that comes with it,,,,, it makes me want to sob and roll around while also simultaneously wanting to take your brain apart neuron by neuron and psychoanalyze you. not in the freudian way though. ive had the greatest honor of being able to interact with you on not just one, but two!!! servers!!! i think it's a little silly how much i smile when you reply to smth dumb ive said on disc. have a great new year :))

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ryuryuryuyurboat . . . RYUUUUUU literally the most stunning person to walk the planet ever like. hello??? our first interactions came from that ebg funny enough. does a little ★🪽 anon ring a bell? i only ever got around to sending you one sabo during that time but i hope you did enjoy what i came up with on the spot, i never was very good when it came down to kaeya's character. you are so intelligent and such an amazing individual, please always remember that.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @snobwaffles / @2nobwaffles . . . SNOB SNOB SNOB i always think of the pokemon when your name comes up. in my head, you will always be snom, the bug-ice type pokemon <33 IT'S SO FUN TALKING TO YOU and we haven't been mutuals for long either. im always thinking of the advice you left me when it came down to my rant about an irls party and there's something about the way you're able to appreciate and take note and find beauty int he smallest of things that get brought up. i wish you the complete best that 2024 has to off you. keep calm and snob on :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @itaerae & @mins-fins . . . im putting the two of you together because well, i met you both at the same time through the server. while i can't consider it and, ive never really had such an inviting time in a server, much less a network, as ive had in zumblr. really, it's you two that i owe thanks to. our silly little convos are so fun and im forever thankful that ive found people to talk to on a server for once.

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @https-furina . . . the best server mother fr!!! omg it's so nice talking to you :((( i love the warmth of your words and how your emotions shine through text. it feels like i can practically envision the fond eyeball or the warm smile that you may or may not have on your face when messaging. i’ve had such a great time in the network and your pet names fjfbdjdbjdb have a great 2024 heh :DD

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @lethwal & @astrinityy . . . i don't think you guys realize how fun it was when we were all "debating" and accusing me of being a furry. honestly, i haven't had to stifle laughter like that in the middle of the night as hard as i did for a small while. not too long but long enough. it was a breath of fresh air and it was genuinely amazing to just be able to put the present on the back burner and play around like that. even though it was kind of late for me when that was happening- ignore that. it's always late for me when im online atp. i hope we can get past those baseless accusations you have both placed on me tehe. have a happy new years, you two. ALSO YIXIN!! GA-MING PROTECTION SQUAD RISEEEEE

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @/zumblr . . . there's so many of you and i can't find the proper words to express the welcome i felt when added to the server. it was nerve wracking, ive never really gotten around to talking to that many people or being that open on the internet before. it's funny how one summer can bring you out of your shell a little, eh? and all bc of some guys on screen lmao. thank you for the support and im happy to have met such wonderful people. thank you, again. @urielphix I AM. DETERMINED TO READ ADAD JUST YOU WAIT

𖣂 ┈ ⟡ ˒ @ everyone else, all my mutuals as of now and past, who weren't mentioned or mutuals who want to read something again . . . hello!! im sorry to disappoint by not adding you properly and for not giving a personalized thanks; it wasn't anything against it you at all. reason 1) i probably forgot as um. goldfish brain or 2) we just became mutuals pretty recently and haven't had the chance to really talk much / have been sort of long term but haven't talked much.

either way though, thanks for sticking around! im not the most. literate person. sometimes LMAO and im far from being a proud person of skill when it comes to the right words to say to people but im always happy when people find something worth it in my silly words. i hope we get to interact more in the future, as long as you can put up with my inconsistent (to say the least) replies and brain boggling posts that come from the depths of the midnight zone, that is. get ready for the ride that is this. clusterfuck of a blog place. LMAO,,,, if you haven't already scrolled through my stuff. if you have then um ready for more??? fkdjhgkjlghf

if you've made it to the end, thank you. and why?? im not that interesting or cool as everyone makes me out to be. if you had told 2019 me on tumblr that 4 years later, id be posting my works for everyone to see and also be proud of my own poetry, i would have laughed and called you absolutely insane. some of you have sat through me going through different gender and pronoun crises on dash back in 2020, and some of you ive only met this month.

whatever our situation is, i wish all the best for everyone . i’ll support you guys until the end of the earth and then some. have the happiest of happy new years, may your futures always be brighter than you say they are, and i’ll see you later 💛

sincerely — sol / jun

[unrealistic-ideas-for-writers]

Caladin: Echoes of the Past

As promised^^^ this is a bit of a blurb plus some lore about the Clan and it’s political environment because why not :3

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“Faelen…? Why can’t Dahlia be Matriarch yet…? Like Mama?”

“Shhh… She’s very young Cal, like you.”

“I’m four! Dahl is wayyyy older.”

“She’s 17, Caladin. So I will handle it. Until I think she’s ready.”

“But Faelen is only 20! You’re young too!”

“… Hush, Cal. Don’t speak of this again. Especially around Dahlia, understood?”

“Yes, Faelen…”

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So, a bit about the aforementioned Faelen above^^^

Faelen is a 20 year old man and cousin to Dahlia and Caladin

Faelen is from a branch family and not in direct line to lead said Clan.

Cal’s clan is Matriarchal, and so when Faelen was nominated to handle Clan matters til Dahlia finished school, many were unhappy with the decision

However, Dahlia was firmly on Faelen’s side.

Faelen has the typical appearance of majority of the clan, dark skin, light hair and bright gold eyes-

Cal thinks Faelen is weird and grew less trustful of him as he aged

Dahlia however, seemed to fully trust him until Faelen met his timely end in the very event that cost Dahlia her vision

All righty- enough of Faelen^^^

Next up is Clan structure and cultures I imagine as inspiration:

As stated above, Caladin’s Clan is Matriarchal, with both Caladin and Dahlia being in the direct line of succession.

I don’t have a Clan name for them again- but culturally I see them heavily inspired in Turkish, Persian, Moroccan, and Ottoman cultures.

In the clan, there is the main family line along with 4 branch families, which are related by blood, and 3 axillary families which act as more of vassal houses that are not related by blood.

The axillary houses were adopted into the Clan for various reasons:

Two were adopted during a Post-Lament event in which the Clan desired to assimilate other powerful families in for the high rate or resonance awakenings.

The other was the result of pre-Lament politics and financial connection.

The clan held a major political role in the political and economic state of their home nation both prior and post Lament.

Now a bit more on Cal and Dahlia directly :3

Caladin and Dahlia’s mother was the previous Matriarch, though she passed when Caladin was 18 months old.

Their father was around, at least for a little while. He held little interest in his dead wife, her clan, or their children.

Caladin would see him biweekly up until he joined the Knightage at 17. Visits, which were mostly quiet tea-times, dropped to a frequency of once every month or.

Dahlia has no desire to speak with their father, though he visited after the accident that blinded her. It was the only time he willingly sought out his kids.

His name is Verr. The only thing he ever influenced in his marriage that lasted was how he named his Children. (This would be why Dahlia and Caladin have non-Arabic based names- though it’s mainly because I made Dahlia and Cal before I figured out their ethnicity)

At the time of Cal being frozen in time, he was 22. Dahlia was 35, and Verr was somewhere in his 50s.

Their mother was called Homa.

Homa is Persian in origin, meaning water-spirit and referencing Persian mythology. Ironically, Homa was a fusion resonator. (Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong, this was a very quick research for names I thought would fit.)

Funfact^^ I almost named her Bahar. Which is Persian and Turkish in origin. It means Spring and is apparently a long-term favorite in Turkey since 1981 :3

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Alrighty^^

I think that was enough for my brain. Feel free to tag on suggestions and ideas.

Id love to do more research on the various cultures I’ve chosen for inspiration, but I’m still sick and my brain can really only spout out half blurbs right now.

But Faelen is *definitely* going to show up again.

[authoralexharvey]

INTERVIEW WITH A WRITEBLR — @on-noon

Who You Are:

Onnoon || N/a

I’m interested in many different topics, from genetics to geology. I try to fit those into my writing but more often end up just making things up. (Benefits of being a fantasy writer, I can make up whatever I want)

What You Write:

What genres do you write in? What age ranges do you write for?

Fantasy and sci-fi. Young adult and adult.

What genre would you write in for the rest of your life, if you could? What about that genre appeals to you?

Fantasy. I love being able to make up a world, figuring out what rules would need to exist to tell the story I want to tell, & then what else those rules would effect. Also magic is cool.

What genre/s will you not write unless you HAVE to? What about that genre turns you off?

Romance. I can barely write romance as side plots, I would not be able to write a story with romance as the main focus.

Who is your target audience? Do you think anyone outside of that would get anything out of your works?

I don't target my writing to an audience besides myself, but I suppose other people who like magic schools would be my main audience. I think other people can enjoy my books, of course.

What kind of themes do you tend to focus on? What kinds of tropes? What about them appeals to you?

A lot of stories I have end up with themes about family, or about like the morality of laws? For tropes, I have a lot of magic schools. I really like magic schools because it allows me to force characters together.

What are you currently working on? How long have you been working on it?

Countdown to Magic, a story about a magic school. The two main characters are Abora, who is intertwined with an ancient spell & Horatio a teenager too young to know if he has magic, but who is teaching magic theory to students older than him.

Why do you write? What keeps you writing?

I write to get the ideas out of my head.

How long have you been writing? What do you think first drew you to it?

I've been writing somewhat seriously since middle school, I got drawn into writing because I like reading, and I like stories.

Where do you get your inspiration from? Is that how you got your inspiration for your current project? If not, where did the inspiration come from?

The best way for me to get inspiration is to write. When writing stories I come up with so many ideas! Most of my current main story ideas actually come from changed versions of previous stories I wrote, or offshoots. My current story, though, the inspiration comes from the title.

What work of yours are you most proud of? Why?

Right now I'm fairly proud of a short story I just wrote, mostly because it is finished, but also I like the story & especially like all the basically headcanons I have for it.

Have you published anything? Do you want to?

I haven’t published anything, and I’m not really looking to.

What part of the publishing process most appeals to you? What part least appeals to you?

What appeals most to me is having someone help me edit and also pressure me into editing. Having to market doesn't appeal to me because I have no good idea of how to do that and would rather just write.

What part of the writing process most appeals to you? What part is least appealing?

I really love coming up with ideas & writing a first draft (especially the beginning). Editing, specifically structural edits do not appeal to me. It just seems so overwhelming to me.

Do you have a writing process? Do you have an ideal setup? Do you write in pure chaos? Talk about your process a bit.

I usually write with music on, sitting in a chair with my laptop on my lap (but not neccesarily sitting straight in the chair). My writing process is opening up a doc and just typing away at the story, no chapter organization, in basically chronological order.

Your Thoughts on Writeblr:

How long have you been a writeblr? What inspired you to join the community?

I've been a writeblr for approaching a year now, and I joined mostly to share my story ideas &characters.

Shout out some of your favorite writeblrs. How did you find them and what made you want to follow them?

There are so many cool writers here on tumblr! I don't remember much how I found most of them, but I definitely am glad I do! @aohendo has this one story, Prince for Hire, which is this fantasy prince-competition story of the type I like, and has one of my favorite characters (Kaar Kulok). @junypr-camus has this mall horror story that made me think I might like horror? @vsnotresponding has a story with an islands's magic rock that's failing, and I need to see it fixed @ambigouspuzuma writes short stories with some great worldbuilding, and some great plots (I loved captchured, it wove it's plot perfectly into the world created) @my-cursed-prince has a whole set of characters & all the characters have got such great complexities & arcs) @salty-super-computer has some pretty good sci-fi worlds & i love the humor in his writing. @treessndwords writes enviroments really well. @blind-the-winds writes my favorite romance, Mick & Eleanor are great together @aether-wasteland-s wrote this one ghost story, the cursed, that I loved. The whole half-ghost concept? And also the history inherently tied to the story. I like so many of the writeblrs here. It feels like I have a never-ending stream of amazing stories

What is your favorite part about writeblr?

Reading other people's stories! I read such good stories here on tumblr.

How do you contribute to the writeblr community? Do you think you could be doing more?

Of course I could be doing more. There's an infinite amount to do, and I haven't reached that, but I'm satisfied currently with my contributions, commenting on others' posts, doing tag games. I would like to send asks more, though.

What kinds of posts do you most like to interact with?

I love reading excerpts of writing, and also people shouting at their characters/stories

What kind of posts do you most like to make?

I really like replying to writing prompts, & also

Finally, anywhere else online we may be able to find you?

I have a website with a few of my writings on it: onnoon.neocities.org

[seumyo]

hi eumeum, im finally here after taking such a long time to figure out something for your event. happy 1000th, eumy. im soso proud of your journey ! i'm gonna send in an entry of me + dabi ♡

i'm a very laid-back and chill, but i can be serious in certain areas. for mbti it's istj-a. my hobby is performing (singing/acting) interests includes gothic culture and rock music. um um i like spiders and i dislike overly loud people.

uh i actually don't have any idea what to write for the description thingy, i apologise 😭 but id love to have a totally like expectant relationship w dabi like the "oh ofc they'd be tgt, they're literally made for eachother 😒" typa thing

colour uhh black, white, blue. song is always been you by chris grey :v aesthetic? rockstar core.

teehee im so excited for a scrapbook thingy from eumy herself 😳😳 take your time and don't stress, okay? giving you jars of hearts and affirming you from here. mahal kita eumyyy

ᯓ★ DABI | TOUYA + SEN!

★ The moment Dabi met you, it's like every other day, something that isn’t new to him. In an alternate universe where Touya is a burnt-out music prodigy set to inherit the family business (which he doesn’t particularly take interest in because of how strained his relationship with his father is), he’s a college student in psychology when he met you.

★ Did not even notice you because he was blinded by all the pent-up frustrations he had with the expectations placed upon him as the first son of the Todoroki family, plus he wasn’t one to be drawn to people that much considering he also had his studies to focus on. He was balancing everything all at once, so he doesn’t notice the well-known lead vocalist on campus trying to talk to him.

★ That is, until he’s encouraged by his classmates to try and join the school band to pass the time. He didn’t see the point of trying, but he decides to stay and watch one of your performances during an event to see if it’d pique his interest. Man, he was pulled into a trance when he heard your voice and took note that the band was indeed lacking a bass player to tie it all together.

★ It’s a shame to let your talent go to waste, so he thought about it thoroughly. And finally, he finally approached you after one of your performances with his application sheet.

★ Touya finds himself not being able to say no to you. Your other bandmates could ask if he could start again from his succession, but he’ll just say he’s on a little break (maybe even pretend to be busy on his phone for a few minutes), but when you do ask the same thing from him, suddenly he’s already ready to begin from that exact part as many times as you want him to.

★ He’s chill whenever he’s not stressed with anything and would take most opportunities to tease you. “Oh, you want me to teach you how to play? You sure you’re up for it, hm? I mean, you could just say that you want to spend some one-on-one time with me.”

★ Practices with him include just Touya staring at you (he can’t focus on the music sheet). Whenever you have him as your sub vocalist, he's secretly happy that he can finally see your face when you’re singing (he's used to seeing your side or back most of the time since he’s playing the bass).

★ He confesses when he’s sure of his feelings. Touya doesn’t want to rush into things haphazardly, so it takes him a lot of time to even consider confessing. In your graduating year, he finally confesses on your last performance together. He’s so scared of rejection (and the fact that he might not see you as often anymore—so he’s just imagining getting rejected and losing contact with you) that his hands were slightly shaking.

★ Everyone isn't surprised anymore. You’re right, Sen, you and Touya are that couple that just screams, “Oh, definitely. They’re each other’s halves, if you ask me.” You complement and balance each other so well that it just works. Yes, there may be ups and downs on the relationship, especially since Touya hasn’t really pursued anyone but you (he’s new to everything that one does in a relationship), but he tries his best to ease arguments as soon as he cools down, remember your likes and dislikes, and put in a bit more effort than he already was doing.

★ The relationship includes him being just soft (he tries to hide it) whenever he watches you perform, whether it’s acting or singing; he’s your number one fan. Touya introduces you to Natsuo first, then his mom second, and his other siblings last. He never introduced you to his father because he just didn’t want to. Him sending you videos he sees of couples doing subtle yet romantic things together with the message that says, “us.” Him letting you use his phone for whatever reason you have, he doesn’t have anything to hide, and trusts you so you could literally just take his phone whenever he's not using it, and he’ll be ok with it. His love language of physical touch comes out whenever you two are out; he just holds the top of your head with his hand and thinks it’s the most appropriate thing to do so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd.

[levandright]

omg congrats on 200 !! such a big milestone !! this matchup event seems so fun and unique so i hope it’s ok that i join 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

physically: i’m 5’6 (167 cm) with short hair and a lot of moles/freckles all over my face and body. idk if physicality changes anything but i figured id mention it lol

personality wise: i’m a loud introvert. i’m super introverted around new people and i’m a ‘won’t speak to you unless spoken to first’ kind of girl. but once i get comfortable with you im super loud and will make lots of jokes n stuff. i’ve been told i look scary/mean though lol so not many people approach me that often. i’m a pretty sarcastic person (but not in like a super mean way more of like a light joking way) and i love to make people laugh. i’m a very guarded person and independent so i don’t open up to/go to people easily about stuff that bothers me since i don’t like to be vulnerable.

zodiac sign: capricorn

mbti: intp (if that’s helpful at all lol)

ideal type: someone that finds me funny and someone that i find funny so that we can both make each other laugh. also someone who’d treat me gently. im not the most soft of people (because i think it makes me look vulnerable) but id like someone who treats me softly despite that. it’d eventually make me be softer too lol. also someone who would let me cling to them in private. i can be a pretty touchy person secretly so id rlly like someone who’d let me hold their hand or would cuddle me n stuff

my favorite trope: probably enemies to lovers or fake dating. idk something about those i like

my favorite season: winter

my hobbies: drawing and singing. also napping lol. i also love listening to music. i listen to mostly kpop (obviously) and a lot of band type music. i also looooove the internet so i spend a lot of my time here on social media lolll. tbh i don’t rlly do much but im also rlly into fashion. coming up with new outfits n dressing up n stuff like that is something i rlly enjoy

i like all three groups but i like txt and enhypen the most but again i like all three so im not picky if you wanna pick one or whatever

do what you feel is best ( ´∀｀)

id love to have the spotify playlist if you could

congrats again and sorry this is so long

FINDING YOUR MATCH...

MATCH FOUND! your match is... CHOI BEOMGYU

BEOMGYU knows how independent and guarded you are, so he never pressures you to open up. instead, he shows his care through smsll actions. making sure you eat when you’ve been busy, sending funny memes when he knows you’re stressed, or playing your favorite songs to cheer you up. when you finally start sharing your feelings, even if it’s just little by little, he listens intently and never interrupts. “i knew you had a soft side,” he’d tease after, but he always makes sure to validate and support you.

BEOMGYU loves watching you dress up and will 100% hype you up. “you’re seriously making the rest of us look like amateurs,” he’ll say dramatically.

BEOMGYU loves hearing you sing. sometimes he’ll join in, turning it into a chaotic singing session, but other times, he’ll just listen in silence and later on insisting your voice is better than his.

BEOMGYU tries to match your fashion energy but usually ends up asking for your opinion. on casual days, he insists that matching hoodies count as peak couple fashion.

BEOMGYU teases you about being “cold-hearted” to others, but in private, he’s obsessed with how soft and clingy you are with him. the first time you held his hand, he smirks and pretends to be cool acting like its nothing but you notice how he squeezes your hand tighter, won't admit to it though. pretending he didn’t love every second of it.

BEOMGYU can and will not let you go if you iniate a cuddle, he's practically glued to you now. good luck peeling this oversized human koala off of you when you need to get something from the kitchen. eventually you'll both eventually doze off in a nap while cuddling.

your custom playlist 𝄞

𝄞 lev notes : first txt matchup wooo >o< hope you like the songs i picked for you (esp the non kpop one's )<3 𝄞 curious about other matches?

[ghostismybbygorl]

Okay heres how id vibe with cod characters

First off i think my call sign would be 'mouse'

Bc im small i can scurry around places pretty quick and i can escape out of a situation fast as well that or cause i sneeze like a mouse

Id be a sniper and demolition expert ngl

Price

Legit i would call him dad 24/7 not like in a daddy kind of way but like legit a father figure

he'd just roll his eyes and accept the fact that he has another kid he has to take care of

100% would smoke a cigar with him though id smoke those tiny cigarillos (my brother smokes cigars and ill smoke a little with him)

Gift giving is my love language so whenever id visit a new country id buy him a cigar from there

I have a hat like his and i WILL wear it around and mimick him

Id do the grunts and everything

I feel like id be on more missions with him than anyone else

Definitely would hang out in his office to keep him company and annoy the shit out if him

Soap

Dont let anyone near us

Like

AT ALL

wed be doing diabolical shit especially since im an arsonist and free will plus military grade explosives plus mouse and soap. have the fire department on speed dial

We'd be the reason price is greying faster

100% stealing his shirts and hoodies they'd be so big on me

Im gonna be up front with this one

We'd be fucking. I'm down bad for this man

We'd annoy the absolute piss out of ghost. He can handle one soap but TWO hes gonna need the backpack leashes for us

Quoting vines and tiktoks ON THE DAILY

Jam seshes in the car would be 100% perfect

We'd have a snap streak and its only stupid photos we take

Im recording everything he does i know damn well hes always in a silly goofy mood

Definitely in the blunt rotation

He's definitely the type to find my snack rations and eat them in front of me

Lots of hugs and kisses for this man

Except when he eats my snacks

Wed play fight all the time. When i'm really close with someone ill start "beating them up" (just be faking to fight you)

Ghost

Oh this poor poor man

Have sympathy on him because he's going to try to avoid every ounce of my being

And i wont stop that

Im giving him hugs left and right this man needs some love

I feel like once i start cracking dark humor jokes he'd open up to me

100% would be making the most absurd worst dad jokes and laughing about it

We'd text on the daily mostly just me sending him memes and him sending a 👍🏻or a 👎🏻

Im stealing his hoodies and his masks

Id probably piss him the fuck off to be honest

Id give him so many gifts to make him happy i know he crinkle's his eyes when he smiles

In the blunt rotation too but i think he'd just join for the company and not smoke that much

Id be over in his room if im overstimulated and i don't want to deal with people

Id have him proof read my fanfiction and he'd be my personal dictionary cause i cant spell for shit

Gaz

Did i say big brother vibes cause HE WILL BE MY BIG BROTHER

Id steal his hat so many times but like not in the ride a cowboy kind of way

Id buy him the most ridiculous hats and he will 100% wear them

I feel like he was a spondgebob kid so i know damn well we'll be quoting some of the lines

Part of the blunt rotation as well

When I'm upset he's the one id rant to

Definitely would vibe in a room without talking to him in general

He's most definitely the one to keep me from being unhinged

Totally would listen to murder podcasts together

So at my previous job we had to wear full body harnesses and we played this game called the carabiniere game where you take a carabiniere and hook it on to someone without them knowing and you see who can put the most on them

Soap, gaz, and i would be playing it 100% all the time with each other.

Id also grab them by the harness and pull them around or clip myself to them

Let me get a video from my old job and just put em here and id just explain

Okay back to writing

Laswell

Once again id call her mom and she's just gonna have to deal with it

Id definitely spend time with her outside of work (especially since she lives in maryland my family lives up there) which gives me more of a reason to visit her lol

Shopping sprees i feel like she's a frequent shopper at tj maxx and target

I also feel like she gives the best life advice so id come calling if im in a predicament

Okay so i am partially fluent in spanish, my god mother and best friend are Mexican so I've been around Mexican culture the majority of my life

Alejandro

definitely calls me niña or cariño

I feel like he'd roast my spanish and doesn't correct me if i say something wrong

100% my drinking buddy

I feel like he'd be very protective over me

Id be his date (platonically) and hed be mine to all the family gatherings

Fucking Mexican families are so much fun too. party my tia throws one and im there two shots of tequila in my hand listening and damcing to music

We'd text on the daily i feel like he'd frequently visit me and my family in the south as well he'd be the life of the party at my tia's parties

Rudy

He's the one that corrects my spanish and WILL only speak spanish to me until I understand whst he's saying

Insert him pointing to a random object and says it in spanish

I feel like we wouldnt bond much but we would you know?

I also feel like he gives great life advice

Graves

Id kick him in the balls

He's the type of guy i avoid or ruin his reputation

Absolutely despise him

Completely roast that motherfucker

Drop kick him

He pisses me off so much

Gives off leo and cancer energy

OHOHOHOHHH AND AT THE BETRAYAL SCENE DONT GET ME STARTED

Id 100% try to fight him even before Alejandro would

Tbh id probably get killed by one of his shadows bc of it

König

Sweet babe i would help him through an axiety attack

PIGGY BACK RIDES FOR SURE

id hug him every-time i see him

Definitely would say uppies and have him put me on his shoulders

He definitely wont see me at all ( im 5'4) so he would definitely have to crouch down to see me

His nickname would be bear cause of how big he is

I feel like when he'’s comfortable around you he’s very out going

I have no clue how to speak german but i will act like i do

He's in the blunt rotation as well

Thats all i got for now 😊

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for the valentines ficlets truedemon + catfishing the hell out of them online leading up to the holiday pls?

Thanks for the prompt, anon!

Cut for explicit rating and vibes BDSM elements.

"Let me get this straight," Stiles says, leaning back in his desk chair and crossing his arms across his chest.

"I don't know that there's anything straight about it," Scott retorts.

He has Mystery Man's page open. There's no face in the picture, just his chest and abs and a picture of him- or someone, holding an erect cock that Scott has gotten off to more times than he wants to think about.

"That is not the point. The point is, you've never seen his face. You've never heard his voice. Those may or may not be pictures, but you get off on him telling you what to do." Stiles pauses. "AND he thinks you're in your late 30s?"

"And that my name is Miguel."

Stiles shakes his head. "Rude, using Derek's pseudonym like that."

"You using the name twice to lie to my dad and Danny doesn't make it *his*."

Stiles sighs. "And he wants to meet you at the club downtown tonight? And since you are not in your mid-thirties, but in fact, nineteen, you need a fake ID? And you think I can get one on next to notice?"

"Can you?"

"Scotty, of course I can. But what if he's some kind of serial killer?"

Scott flashes his eyes. "I think I can handle myself, don't you?"

Stiles shuffles through items on his desk before shoving him a card, with his name on it. The picture is close enough and makes Scott twenty-three.

Stile shrugs. "Lydia and I made everyone fake IDs after the fiasco in Mexico. We figured they might come in handy one day. Do NOT tell her that this is why I gave it to you."

Scott takes the card. "If he really were a serial killer, she'd know."

Stiles throws his hands up. "Will it help at all to tell you to be careful?"

Scott pockets the ID and types a message agreeing to meet Mystery Man at nine. "I"m always careful."

-

Scott doesn't tell Stiles the other details. About how the man ordered him to wear a butt plug and black briefs. Or the instructions to wear a black tank top, tight jeans and trainers. He'd had to look up what trainers meant and wondered if Mystery Man was British.

The idea of the man telling Scott what to do in an accent was almost enough to tip Scott over the edge, but the man had also told him not to come.

Scott's still hard when he makes his way to the club. The bouncer barely glances at his ID.

How will I know it's you, he types into his phone.

I'll know you, if you followed your orders

Scott's cheeks heat as he makes his way to the bar. He doesn't really want anything to drink, it doesn't do anything anyways.

why don't you dance? there's a group of attractive young men in the corner

you want me to dance with other men?

i want you to as you're told

then why phrase it as a question

Scott orders a Coke from the bar and watches the dots on his text message.

very well, if you must be so cheeky about it. join the young men, grind against at least two of them and find an excuse to lose your shirt before the next song is over

Scott swallows a drink of his soda and makes his way to the dance floor. The song's bassline thumps loudly against his enhanced hearing. He looks around for where Mystery Man might be while grinding against the nearest guy, who is definitely into it.

It doesn't really take that much to work up a sweat; the club is filled with bodies, and the dancing is rigorous and fast-paced. He peels off his shirt right as the song ends. He feels his phone buzz against his pants.

very good

Scott flushes from the praise. There's too many bodies to make out where his date might be hiding.

leave the shirt with a lucky young man and meet me in the allewya

Scott ignores Stiles's voice in his head, screaming about serial killers. If the man wants to hurt him(more than he wants), Scott can just scare him away. He gives the man he'd been grinding against the shirt with a sheepish smile before walking away.

The man smells disappointed but turns back to dancing quickly.

Scott finds his way to the side exit, into the alley.

It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. Strong arms grab him from behind.

"Has no one ever told you it's dangerous to meet strangers in alleyways? Miguel."

Scott's heart thumps wildly. He'd recognize that condescending voice anywhere. "I guess it's a good thing we aren't strangers."

Deucalion chuckles and runs a hand down Scott's side, tugging at his jeans. "I suppose we are not. In fact, we are rather, *intimately* acquainted. I've watched the videos you sent me frequently."

Scott doesn't resist as Deucalion tugs his jeans the rest of the way down, leaving him exposed, cock straining against his briefs.

"When did you know it was me?"

"Would you believe I didn't know for certain until this evening?"

"Does it matter if I do?"

Deucalion pulls at Scott's briefs and rips them away with claws. He's not careful and scratches Scott's skin enough that he smells blood. Scott's cock pulses.

Deucalion slides the butt plug out and slams into Scott without warning. "I thought you'd resist a little more than this," he whispers, grasping Scott's hips and thrusting.

"You gave it away early on," Scott gasps, "would you believe I knew it was you the second time we talked?"

Deucalion fists Scott's hair. He bites Scott's neck hard enough to hurt before answering. "Does it matter if I do?"