#forgor how i usually tag them

[miawoem]

Anyone else crazy reading 003-B19? No? Okay....😞

[enden-k]

i forgot there was smth, just logged in and literally was there like

[grymmnox]

weekly fic recs #38-39

merged because there were very few fics! just like always, / is romantic and & is platonic (though there aren't any ships this time, it'll all be &)

fandom(s): the owl house, genshin impact

ship(s): none

Oneshots

Quiver; Allegory_for_Hatred - genshin impact

not rated | 8.6k words | READ TAGS summary: Wanderer returns to Sumeru City injured and bleeding profusely. Nahida, Kaveh, and Alhaitham are tasked with patching him up! feat. prickly Wanderer, concerned Nahida, and Kaveh thanking the Archons he's not actually a medical doctor (if he has to touch any more open wounds, he's actually going to be sick!)

memento mori; AquaQuadrant - the owl house

mature | 7.2k words | hunter & belos, the collector & hunter | READ TAGS summary: The tablet hits the hard floor with an echoing clank- but it doesn’t shatter. Part of Hunter really wants to break down sobbing right now. He resists the temptation and reaches for the tablet. As soon as his fingers brush against its surface, chills erupt across his skin. A strange yet familiar voice suddenly echoes in his mind- childlike laughter. Hunter’s stomach drops as he realizes where he knows the voice from, snatching his hand back instantly. But he can’t undo it. The tablet glows bright blue, and something slithers out of it. ~ Luz doesn’t trade places with Hunter, and he ends up facing Emperor Belos alone. Cast off and left for dead, Hunter’s out of options until he meets the Collector, who makes him an offer he can’t refuse.

Bandages; skeletun - the owl house

not rated | 4.2k words | hunter & camila, camila & everyone, hunter & gus, hunter & willow | READ TAGS summary: “Dios mío, what's this?!” He looked down at his wrist, where his coven sigil sat, inflamed and sluggishly bleeding from its activation during the draining spell. That looked worse than he expected. It looked like an infected brand. In a way, it kind of was. “It’s, uhh,” Hunter fumbled, mind scrambling for some way to possibly explain the mark to somebody who had no information on what magic even really was, “It's, um. It’s not normally like that.” Or Hunter’s first night in the Noceda residence. He learns that most adults do, indeed, experience empathy. Turns out Belos is maybe not the best reference for good parenting.

i am all the things they might've said to you; beyondthehorizon - the owl house

teen and up | 11.2k words | hunter & belos, hunter & luz, hunter & vee | READ TAGS summary: He isn’t even the Golden Guard yet, the first time he kills something.

For Just a Moment, So Things Can Align; goldenscars (spice_cabinet) - the owl house

teen and up | 2.6k words | hunter & willow, hunter & gus, emerald entrails & hunter | READ TAGS summary: Principal Bump seemed to glower at him, and the teacher next to him only judged him. Thoughts began racing through his head. The Emperor sent out a search party for you, he’s been worried sick! I’m sure The Emperor would want him back. Right now, he’s just a runaway, and our dearest Emperor wants him back. I’m starting to think you make those things just to destroy them. He couldn’t decide whether to breathe as fast as possible, or to hold his breath so as to disappear like one of Luz’ spells. They didn’t believe him. They might turn him in. Clutching at his chest, he looked to the ground, scanning the floor, scanning his brain, looking for what to do, what to do, what to do, what to do what to do- He did what he knew best. Steeling his nerves, he dropped to the floor, kneeling, rigid, closing his eyes. He felt far away again as he began to play his part. Bow down to authority.

[winterzsurprise]

Change My Mind [2]

Pairing: BTS x reader

SUMMARY: As a make-up artist, you were expected to glamorize your clients with brushes and products that cost a week-worth of food, not to befriend them outside of work, let alone have them save you from dates yet here you are five years later as one of their closest confidants.

Being a stylist of the world's biggest boyband is no easy feat, someone is doing flips, someone can't stay still and one's asleep but its fine, you can work around their chaos but then one day, you find out they're all your soulmates, a whole different can of chaos you don't think you can handle.

Tags: Soulmates AU, Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Not Beta Read, Slow Build, Polyamory, Attempts at Humor

Words: 8.6k

I posted this a day later than the one on ao3 because I forgor :''DD

Seeing the support and comments from both website got me off my ass to fix the storyline, even made a lot of changes on the chapters I've had preserved.

this chapter got rewritten a LOT, and was longer than it initially was so I hope y'all don't mind long chapters.

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There's been times where your heart has truly fluttered for a man throughout your lifetime. Too many times has it been because some of your bosses (read: Jimin) flirted with you but you have never felt anything remotely giddy for anyone else outside the group.

Except for the man now sitting in front of you, flashing you a dimpled smile after handing out his card with an ease you only see in your friends and male leads in dramas. An action more attractive than any kabaedon or flexed muscles.

He's attractive but you don't like like him.

Yoo Guwon came to you as a bashful giant, rubbing the back of his head whenever he’s flustered and a constant sheepish smile featuring his deep set of dimples indented on both cheeks. He’s charming and articulate with his words just like a lawyer would be. Everything about him reminds you of another gentle and clumsy giant probably hunched over his music equipment back in the BigHit building.

It’s only been a few hours but you surprisingly covered most of the basic grounds of first meeting conversations during the short time you drove around Han River in a two seated bicycle. From the meager questions of ‘what dreams do you have?’ to the more complex and deeper ‘If the world falls into ruin, will you burn my body when I die?’. 

Too graphic for a first date but you wanted to test the waters and you concluded that he’s too perfect.

He knows the right words to say, the proper way to act and it makes you suspicious. Your mother has never recommended you to a good guy before, having a track record of ten shitty suitors who all ran their mouths about their mediocre achievements, and dared to ask you about your purity before ranting about how dirty you are for not saving yourself for your husband the moment they find out you're not a virgin anymore. Then all of a sudden, she led you to good boy Guwon.

And it makes your skin crawl.

What did that woman eat? Has your father fed her something bad this time? What is she planning? It’s scary how she has finally advocated for an actual nice guy.

After taking you to a museum you're sure Namjoon has visited once, he drove you both to the Han River to rent a double seated bike to drive around with before ending the night with a nice reservation somewhere in the Seocho district.

The place is as sophisticated as fine dining areas usually are. With an intimate lighting, marbled tabletops matched with soft cushioned seats and high ceilings to make space for modern glass chandeliers, the restaurant was no doubt expensive, the type you have to reserve a spot two months prior to be able to experience its greatness. The point was driven home when you saw the amount of zeros it cost for one can of soda. 

You asked him how he managed to get a table and he went down the rabbit hole of the many advantages he got from successful cases, ranging from a free monthly subscription to fruit baskets to a free week-long voucher to a five star hotel somewhere in Busan. 

Going back to the butterflies, while not as wild as it got when Hoseok possessively wrapped an arm thrown around your waist to pretend as your boyfriend to ward off a persistent suitor, they're there, albeit subtle.

Very subtle.

Maybe it's in the way he didn't think twice to hand out his card towards the waiter in the most suave way with the thick golden watch decorating his wrist, sleeves neatly folded up to reveal the thick cords of veins on his forearms with his hair strewn messily and a dimpled smile that made you react like that.

You ignore the voice comparing his uncannily similar traits to someone else.

Meeting Guwon wasn't like how the movies illustrated love at first sights. They talked of fireworks exploding in the background and hearing the sweet chimes of wedding bells upon eye contact but for him, it's just that. A meeting far more formal than you'd like. He has a lot of qualities that check your list of husband material traits yet instead of butterflies, you could only feel an echoing hollowness in your chest as you listen to him list out his future plans. 

It felt like surrendering to the fate the divinities had weaved out for you which is being an untethered forced to love someone you don't even feel any spark with.

He's a nice man who’s offering a comfortable future and you're just a woman who wishes to live a lavish life at home while your husband wastes his years away in the office. You might be a hopeless romantic who wished for soulmates and the like but you're not blind to the opportunity Guwon offers you.

You haven't texted the gc anything during the date other than the selfie you took before you left for the date but there's been constant vibrations in your purse and it's no doubt the guys asking for updates but for a moment you wanted to try to focus on the man before you.

Not that it wasn't hard to try with Guwon anyways.

Whenever the man spoke of his achievements and hobbies with a humble approach, he never forgot to ask you for your opinion or input on the topic. You also noted how he has never cut you off and let you speak whenever you wanted, listening with an eagerness only your friends usually show. He asked relevant questions with a genuine curiosity, eager to know more about you. 

So when he asked if you wanted to go on a second date that night, it came to no surprise for anyone when you accepted it albeit the heaviness in your heart.

It was funny how eagerly you searched for a husband you could bring to your parents' doorsteps but the moment someone with all the qualities you seeked came, it felt disappointing. Boring even.

But you can learn, this man is your ticket to living without working anymore.

It came to no one's surprise that your mother was overjoyed, she wasted no time calling you before you could even change to squeeze the memory of today out of you.

The shrill scream of victory she let out that night was unforgettable because finally, a suitor you actually liked. Your dad even congratulated her off-screen for her matchmaking achievements before telling you to bring Guwon home to meet them.

Logically, you’re aware you've won the love roulette—Guwon has it all, he checked every box on your list, yet it felt like defeat and it tasted foul, bitter on your tongue.

You couldn't tell them that it was you deciding to settle, that would break her heart.

Tapping the end call button felt like the dam breaking and all the water held onto for so long flowed out. You fall lifelessly on your bed with a heavy sigh. Taking a couple evening breaths, you finally opened the group chat with an overwhelming number of unread messages.

[Today, 08:49]

[08:49] Mimi: I'd run my bank dry to take you on dates if you'd dress so pretty like that, noona~

[08:49]Tete: We're really seeing this for free when the poor guy has to pay for it. #livingapriviledgedlife😁👍

[08:49] Hobi: Wow noona🤯

[08:50] Yoongs: 👍

[08:55] Tete: Wait, I don't think those shoes fit you, go back home and change it😁

[08:56] Jinnie: Hey, you're showing too much skin on the first date! Go back and change!

[08:57] Joonie: Ignore these haters noona, I hope you enjoy your day😊

[Today, 21:48]

[21:48] Jinnie: are you home yet? You haven't seen our messages in HOURS.

[21:48] Tete: NOONA DID YOU GET MURDERED?!😱

[21:50] Joonie: Let's be rational guys, don't jump to conclusions. The date might just be going great if she's busy enough to not check her phone😊.

[21:51] Mimi: doing great? don't scare me like that hyung😵‍💫

[21:51] Tete: BUT WHAT IF SHE GOT KIDNAPPED HYUNG????

[21:51] Hobi: please reply soon, we're worried🥲

Jungkook's absence from the conversation didn't come to you as a shock, the kid doesn't even reply to you for a week despite being one of the people who raised him. Nonetheless, you sat up from your bed to record a quick video of you giving them a thumbs up and turning the camera to show your room.

The latter was an assurance to Taehyung that no, you also didn't get kidnapped into someone else's house to be someone's housekeeper, and no, it wasn't a clone either.

The moment your message gets sent, the replies blow up your phone almost instantaneously.

[22:28] Mimi: noona you're alive!

[22:28] Joonie: How did the date go?😊

[22:28] Jinnie: how nice of you to remember to update us PEASANTS.

[22:28] Mimi: How was Guwon?

[22:29] Tete: I KNEW WE SHOULD'VE WENT WITH YOU ANYWAYS

[22:29] You: Shockingly, he's a pretty nice guy. Not too bad on the eyes, and pretty smart. I think you'd get along well with him, joon. He's a lawyer so he covered most of the expenses today😁

[22:29] You: Overall, it was great, we're gonna go on a second one. He's pretty cool.

Instantly, messages from the members, even Jungkook’s to your surprise, flooded your screen.

[22:30] Tete: Noona you've been cursed! We need to bring you to the nearest shaman to break it!!

[22:30] Mimi: don't joke with us noona

[22:30] Mimi: I just got goosebumps!

[22:30] Joonie: Congratulations are in order then? Will we be expecting him around you soon?

[22:31] Yoongs: I need to meet him, need to know if he's good enough

[22:31] Yoongs: men are trash, I need to see him for myself before I decide

[22:32] Yoongs: and you know what they say about lawyers, they LIE. I wouldn't trust him 

[22:32] Jinnie: WE need to meet the man who managed to steal your heart! I want to talk to him😊

[22:32] Mimi: don't use that emoji again, hyung

[22:32] Hobi: SCARY JWANN😱

[22:32] Joonie: Let’s not threaten anyone please.

[22:32] Joonie: But I'm really happy for you 😁.

[22:33] Tete: Those periods really scares me hyung…

[22:33] Tete: Somehow, I don't think you mean it…

[22:33] Joonie: What makes you think that, tae?😁.

[22:33] Tete: 😰

[22:34] Ggukie: a few drinks will fix you up, noona😁

[22:34]  Mimi: you'll invite me this time right?

[22:34] You: I don't know, you already used your mischief hours this week, I doubt Sejin would be so kind next time.

[22:34] Hobi: if he does that right now during practice, I also wouldn't be so kind to him😊

[22:34] Mimi: you are scaring me hyung…

[22:34] Hobi: good😊

[22:34] Tete: Hyung, are you just gonna ignore Jungkook leaving?!?!!?

The messages continued for a good five minutes, mostly consisting of holding Jimin back from leaving practice and him sending pictures of the infamous Hoseok death glare from across the room before your doorbell chime rang, making you shoot up straight.

A beat. Then it continues in three quick successions, the knocks almost in sing-song and sounded like two hands were used to produce the tune, giving you an inkling on who might be visiting you at this late hours of night.

Padding out of your room, the front door suddenly swings open without warning and you yelp. By the doorsteps stands the intruder, a tall man in a black coat with his face hidden by a mask and a cap. Your body would've frozen a thousand times over if you didn't know this stranger who's hugging two paper bags, one overflowing with snacks and the other a breeze away from tearing apart from the weight and water drenching the material of the bag.

"Hi noona!"

After today, seeing Jungkook felt like a cure, his presence alone repelling the heaviness in your shoulders and you ushered him inside and he wandered into your home with ease, approaching the coffee table to place down the shopping bags. 

Suddenly you remembered what he had scheduled prior.

"You're putting me on Hoba’s punishment rotation, what are you doing here?" 

He giggled. “We both know he won't, hyung loves you more than me.”

He falls on your couch with the ease of someone who has visited your space numerous times throughout the years, propping up his feet on the back support and folding his arms underneath his head before staring up at you, expectantly.

"Anyways, I brought us food and drinks, don't I deserve a little praise?" 

Sometimes it's easy to forget how young Jungkook really is, forced to grow and act mature to blend in with his surroundings, you've always seen him stand with pride alongside his hyungs. Seeing him awaiting for your praise so eagerly like a pup fills your heart with awe.

"Yeah yeah, good job. Now move over, let me sit down."

You tapped his arm, motioning him to move over so you could sit next to him, something he obeyed without resistance, busying himself in removing the contents from the soiled paper bag instead.

“Couldn't you have put some effort into it? At least sound grateful.” He pouts. Placing down the cluster of beer cans, you turned to him and pinched his cheeks.

“Oh my dearest darling, thank you for saving this noona of yours. Such an amazing baby I have here.”

Despite being the one who asked for it, Jungkook only rolled his eyes with a barely held back grin as he slapped your hands away, making you laugh, and turned to the bag holding the snacks he bought. You didn't miss the redness dusting his cheeks or the cheeky grin that tugged his lips wide as he spilled the contents of the last bag onto the table.

There's a significant amount of sweets and snacks laid before you, as well as stacks of canned beers and you turned to him with furrowed brows.

"Wouldn't this ruin your diet?"

He waved you off with a huff. "I work out enough to eat all of these in one sitting."

Instantly, your mind brings you back to white walls and gray furniture, faced with manager Sejin who warned you about interfering with the idols' diet at the start of your career. If it wasn't for Bang PD waving off their concerns, saying they needed to be rewarded for their hard work anyways, you would've been long booted out of the company.

It's a matter long settled yet it remains to weigh heavily in your head.

Seeing the hesitation in your eyes, Jungkook continues.

"I can show you proof of my efforts," 

He then reached down to the fabric of his shirt tucked into his jeans and tugged it up, flashing you the tightly corded muscles in forming on his abdomen and the thin happy trail you often see when patting his sweat down during concerts and you hastily pulled it back down with a yelp, cheeks growing hot while he laughed.

As he throws his head back in his mirth, you couldn't help but notice the way adulthood has taken away the fullness of his cheeks and has sharpened his features. A far cry from the sensitive young boy who cried his eyes out every time his hyungs got hurt. 

There was no denying that Jungkook had grown without you noticing and it makes your chest swell with pride knowing he's been raised well by the others, in extension, although not so much, you as well.

"Don't worry so much about me, noona. I can handle the consequences now, you leave the reprimanding to me."

Under the warm overhead light of your living room, even with the exaggerated puff of his chest and his nose turnt up high, Jungkook's shoulder had never looked sturdier, reliable, in your eyes. You smiled, reaching to pinch both his cheeks making him grin wider than he already was.

"Look at you acting so cool, when did you grow so much?"

He rolled his eyes, pulling your hands away from his cheeks and entangling it with his. “I've always been cool, you just don't pay attention to me, noona.”

Before you could reply, he's already moved to reach for the beverages on the coffee table, popping two of them open and handing you one can, immediately you take a swig.

The beer fizzled in your tongue and left a trail of burns down your throat. The sensation is refreshing nonetheless and you place it down next to him before picking up the large bags of chips and standing up.

"I'll go put these in a bowl, go put something on the tv."

"Can I play anime?"

You waved at him dismissively, unable to find it in yourself to say no to him as you head towards your kitchen to transfer the junk into a bowl when a shrill tune from your bedroom cuts through the air, someone was calling you. You look over to Jungkook, scrolling through his phone, no doubt looking for a movie online.

"Gguk, can you pick up the call for me? My hands are busy right now."

There's a shuffle of feet behind you and in a moment, your phone quietens down. Finished with filling one bowl, you turn to find Jungkook leaving your room with a deep look and your phone in hand. His jaw set tight as he stood there with furrowed brows, eyes lit with irritation.

Looking at his reaction, you asked about your mysterious caller.

"Who was it?"

When he turned to you, the tick in his jaw dispersed. All of a sudden, he's smiling at you with mischief twinkling in his eyes, the change giving you a whiplash.

"It was the others, didn’t answer their calls cause I want you for myself tonight, noona."

(Later on, you'd find yourself staring at the many unread messages and two missed calls from Guwon, wondering in your drunken state if you've muted your phone at some point earlier.)

Hearing it from his lips now, your body locks, heart stuttering in your chest and butterflies exploding in your stomach, spreading a tingly feeling throughout your body and you laugh. 

"Where did you hear that line from, brat? You just activated my fight or flight!"

"Taehyung says that and gets thanked but when I do it, I'm punished?" He pouts, stomping as he approaches the island counters and crossing his arms on the marble surface.

It reminded you of a bunny you saw from a video on the internet, angrily thumping their feet at their owner when it was being purposely ignored.

“In his defense, he does it while he’s acting like my crazy ‘exes’ and saves me from dates.”

“That’s just favoritism! I saved you once from a date!”

You threw him a deadpan stare. "Throwing me over your shoulders and kidnapping me isn’t the same as Tae and Jimin acting crazy enough to make the other guy uncomfortable to save me.”

Hoseok had your favorite troublemakers kneeled on the floor with both their hands up and facing the wall at the time, punishing them for being an hour late to their practice. He had called you in, asking if they had been accompanying you during —they weren’t. 

Long story short, you didn't risk sharing Hoseok’s wrath with the two and took Jungkook instead, a decision you quickly regretted later on in the night when instead of approaching to act like one of your exes when you gave him a signal, he hoisted you up onto his shoulder and ran away while your date only watched in terror.

“Now that’s blatant favoritism! I didn’t kidnap you, we ran away together into the sunset! It was romantic!"

"Not for the other guy, no! He was shitting bricks when he called my mom. She got me squatting the entire afternoon when we met again."

Mentioning it alone made phantom pains throb in your knees and thighs, you shivered. If torture wasn't a socially unacceptable and punishable offense in the modern world, you were sure your mother would have stripped you down to your underwear and made you squat under the sun in front of your family house instead. 

The absolute fury she unleashed on you that day is enough proof that she would've done it with no hesitation if it was lawfully appropriate.

"That's too much for a failed date."

"No reason to dwell on it. Main point is, don't take notes from dramas anymore."

With a last roll of his eye, Jungkook then picked up the bowls and brought them to the coffee table following you who had returned to your seat ahead of him. Once the two of you are situated back on the couch, he navigates through the streaming app for an interesting title before eventually settling on the romance anime he claimed to have heard amazing reviews about.

Without hesitation, Jungkook navigates himself into a familiar between your legs and leaned back on your chest, head finding his rightful space under your chin with a precision gained from doing so for years.

It goes without saying that Bangtan is affectionate. With the pressure they had during their rise to fame, it wasn't shocking that they comfortably seeked each other's comfort and spared no skinship. As one of the only staff within constant exposure that's close to their age, you too became one of their pillars of serenity. 

It was the reason you had crushes on everyone at least twice during your time as their make-up artist, not that any of the boys knew nor does it matter.

Stability and work takes precedence over something as shaky as love.

There's only so much comfort another man can offer, your mother says from years before.

Jungkook more than anyone else in the group. 

As a boy who sacrificed his childhood and time with his parents to pursue his dream, you felt more inclined to watch over him than the others who were adults by the time you joined. You were there for his first heartbreak, his first drink, his high school graduation; the point is, you were there and you held him every time he struggled with problems—mostly girl problems—he's too shy to seek his hyungs for.

But now with his growth spurt, cuddling up to you like he used to when he was younger with his gangly legs awkwardly hanging from the couch, carelessly leaning his head in between the mounds of your breast while his large hand mindlessly drew circles on your knee, you found yourself wondering about the appropriateness of it all.

A man and a woman alone in a room at night in close proximity, body leaning against each other. Society would argue they wouldn’t end the night as friends anymore after the encounter.

You paused mid-drink and grimaced.

It must be the beer talking.

"Noona."

"Yeah?"

"Wrap your arms around me, it's cold."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "It's not though? I always keep my house warm." 

He let out an exasperated groan before reaching behind to grab your arm and roughly slinging it on his shoulders.

As time continued its cycle and episodes started to fly across the screen, the pile of opened beer cans on the table expanded. You really tried to focus on the movie but the feeling of his fingers tracing stars on your bare thigh left you oddly bothered. Jungkook has shifted his position higher at some point during the movie, his body now turned sideways, successfully squeezing himself into the small space between you and the back of the couch, legs entangling itself with yours while an arm is thrown across your body.

This position puts his nose closer to your ears and it makes you shiver. The feel of his hot breath fanning across your skin has given you more goosebumps in under an hour more than you've had throughout your life.

Even drunk, you could feel the building tension thickening around you and the will to tell him to off ebbs away with every caress of his fingers.

Gone were the innocent traces of stars and hearts on your thigh, his hand now grabbed onto your waist almost possessively, thumb rolling slow circles on your bare stomach; the motion conjuring the most unholiest of thoughts known to mankind.

When the credits started rolling, you knew you had to draw the line before you lost yourself to intoxicated thoughts and end the night with regrets.

"Time for you to go home now, your hyungs must be looking for you."

You tried prying his hand from your waist so you could reach for your phone on the table only for him to tighten around you, stopping you from moving away. He groaned, head nuzzling closer into your neck and his lips grazed your skin. 

Instantly, electric jolts shoot through your body.

"Jungkook, I need to get my phone and tell someone to fetch you from here."

"Can't I just stay the night? I'm too comfortable right now…"

The gruff in his voice and the sensation of his lips moving on your skin has your stomach fluttering and you're too drunk to address the growing heat in your abdomen but thanked the sense of professionalism seeping through the fogs of your intoxicated mind.

Managing to pry him off, you reached for your phone and opened up SMS to tell Jin to pick their youngest up.

           [01:21] You: Jwannn

           [01:21] You: can you pick up your kid from my house? He's drunk and stinkyyy

           [01:23] Jinnie: your knight in shining armor is on the way!

“Just let me stay the nighttt,” he whined into your skin.

"I don't have any more spare beds other than this couch for you to sleep in, Gguk. I turned the other room into a closet, remember?"

"I can just sleep with you on the bed, we used to do that, didn't we?"

He attempted to reach around you again but you pushed his limbs away once more before slapping his arm.

You tried not noticing how thicker and harder the muscles felt, you really did. 

"But it's different now, Gguk. Come on, go wash up and drink water, I've already told someo—"

The moment you rose to stand, his arms shot around your waist in record speed and pulled you flush to his front, nuzzling his nose on the back of your neck before he sighed. When the first hot exhale hits your skin, you flinch away but the limbs wounded tightly around your middle restrict you from moving.

You try to ignore the heat simmering under your skin but it was hard when you felt the press of his plush lips on your nape as he leans closer into your skin. 

“You always smell so nice, noona.” He whispered breathily, the sensation of his moving mouth sending shivers down your spine and you shivered.

“I-I can give you my lotion brand later, let me go so I can get it.”

“But I'm comfortable here…”

Mustering every strength left in your body, you manage to pull an arm out of the death grip he had on your body and slapped his hand. Jungkook easily ignores it.

“Come on Gguk, let me out now. This isn't appropriate.”

"How is it different now?"

The alcohol intoxicating your system loosened your grip on your inhibitions and your lips regrettably moved faster than your brain.

"You're a man now, Gguk. Honestly, we shouldn't be even doing this right now. It's inappropriate."

You try to stand once more, managing to pry him from your waist and standing up before his arms hooked around you once more and tugging you back down, this time on his lap as he burrows his head onto your back.

"Gguk?"

"Yo-you see me as a man, noona?"

As a child your mother has taught you how words could heavily influence and drastically change a situation, now as an adult, you've mastered the art of speech. But as you sit still on his thighs, body warm and inhibitions blurred by the alcohol, your loose lips have led you back to the very thing you try to avoid.

"It's hard not to think so when you've grown up this much."

In a flash, Jungkook is now hovering over your face as he places you back down on the couch, his nose a hair's width from touching yours and his hands planted on each side of your head. 

There's a feral hunger swimming in his eyes as it stared into yours, desperate and intense before it fell to the plush of your parted lips and his gaze darkens. All of a sudden, you're a prey pinned down by an apex predator who's ready to devour you at any given moment.

Fire alarms blared in your mind and you regained control over your senses.

“Jungkook.”

"Noona."

You tried wriggling out of his grasp but it was no use, he's stronger. "Get off of me, kid."

“How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a kid anymore?”

“I'm not hearing anything out when you're acting like this, Gguk.”

He scoffed. “I just want to sleep here, in the same bed, nothing else is gonna happen. Why is it such a bad thing?”

“It's different now, Gguk. Come on, let me go.”

“How is it so different? You and Jimin hyung cuddle sometimes, I've seen you fall asleep next to Hobi hyung once, why is it different with me?”

“It's different because we're both drunk and things could happen.”

“I wouldn't mind it.” Jungkook responds with a cheeky smile. His grip on one of your wrist loosened enough that you were able to hit his arm and he giggled in response.

“But I do. It wouldn't be fair.”

Even something as small as letting one member stay at your home without the others can be the loudest announcement for the rest of the group. All those times you've rejected your friends, with reasons like ‘I don’t want to risk everything’, and ‘I don't want to hurt the others’, to turn back around to accept their youngest would be hypocritical of you.

He scoffs. "You tell us about all your stupid dates, don't you think it's more unfair for us?”

A familiar weight grows in your chest. Guilt tasted like rust on your tongue and dug into your heart with a ribbed knife. Your own late night thoughts manifesting before you and you pushed him away.

After everything, you were all friends, you trusted them more than you do with your other circle. There's not a secret left undiscussed between the eight of you so it was no surprise that you had indulged them with the details of your quest for a husband. Nobody ever raised any complaints with you sharing your days so you never thought twice about it.

It's been five years since Jin had confessed, three for Taehyung. Their eldest had confessed for the sake of him finally being able to move on after your rejection and with how he acted after, you had believed him. It was different for Taehyung who had continued to act like normal after his confession, neither dejected nor did he show signs of letting go but he did introduce a date to your group once, a year later, so you had assumed the same.

Were you wrong after all?

“Jungkook, we're drunk. Let’s talk about this tom—”

“I've never been more sober in my life than I am right now, noona.”

You didn't respond, couldn't reply.

What were you supposed to even say?

Jungkook usually obeyed you and his hyungs without hesitation, happily offering his aid whenever he could. He's the type of friend who's run himself dry just to fetch you a cup of water from the other side of the world but now as he hovers over you, he became a whole new person.

Greed has always been an irritating parasite that eats away at a person's morals but somehow in your drunken mind, you thought it looked so good on him. It fits him and his generous character the way one light clothing molds well with the dark fabrics. His familiar scent of vanilla and coconut clouded your senses, calming your panicking mind into a hush, leaving nothing but the thoughts of how his lips tasted and wondering if he’s as sweet as he smelled.

He let out a shaky exhale from through his mouth as he watched your parted lips with a rapt attention as if hypnotized by the way they subtly trembled with every breath that passed through.

In the pregnant silence of your room, his voice cuts through like a knife.

“Can I kiss you?”

He whispers against your lips, voice breaking in the middle from the weight of his request, honeyed and pleading, as if your kiss holds the answer to the problems of the world and holds the power to break him.

His hand travels up to cup your cheek oh so carefully like you're fragile china yet you feel yourself shatter under his touch.

You are losing grasp on your sober thoughts as lust starts to cloud your already compromised judgment, his request far too tempting to ignore.

Maybe a kiss wouldn’t hurt. 

But wouldn’t it be unfair for the others who have expressed their romantic intentions to you since years ago? 

It was a last ditch effort to reason with your mind and your body froze from the cold wave of realization. In the short time after his question, you recall the confessions you turned down to not ruin the relationship Bangtan has established for themselves and the bitter taste it left on your tongue.

“Jungkook… we can’t.”

Watching his expression contort into confused hurt almost made you want to take your words back, but your mind takes you to memories of apologetic and understanding smiles you’ve received throughout the years and the aches from those moments resurfaces, squeezing your heart in a tight grip.

“I-I’m sorry I can’t control my feelings, I just wanted to tell you about it… Thought that maybe after this, I could move on.” An apologetic voice whispers, the memory of premature confessions in the middle of a cleanup resurfacing.

“I can’t—I can’t do it to them, it’d be unfair.”

You pushed him back and he relented, letting himself be sat back onto the other side of the couch defeatedly. Despite it, his tight grip on your waist remained, pulling you flush to him and burying his face in your chest as if trying to hear the lie in your words through the beatings of your heart.

“I’m also seeing Guwon now.”

“Then don’t let me meet him. I-I don’t know if I can take it.”

It was heart wrenching and at the same time, left an uncomfortable twist in your stomach. Jungkook never had to beg since you first met him, everything he could ever want was given to him by you and his hyungs without hesitation. Hearing him plead for you to never bring Guwon around if fate had actually paired you both, it was a different kind of pain.

It felt like thorns growing and rooting its stems of pointy ends into the deepest parts of your heart. You hated this, but you don’t want to hurt any of your boys by accepting one.

Relief comes in the form of Taehyung when he busted into your apartment while Jungkook has excused himself to your bathroom to sober up just a moment before. Seokjin trails behind him, calmer than the younger man who declared his arrival with a deep voice and a loud bang of the door. You immediately thought of the elderly couple and the new family of three living next to you and internally facepalmed.

“Noona! We’ve come to take Jungkook away!”

Kim Seokjin’s face has never been more handsome when he closed the door behind him, and you verbalized your thought, leading his ears to glow red in embarrassment.

“Am I only handsome to you when I’m closing the doors?! This face that people fawn over all over the world?!”

“It’s your true calling, door guy.”

“Oh shut it hyung, you’re making my head hurt.” Jungkook mutters as he reentered the living room, looking far better than when he left.

The tension was palpable, the effect of a rejected profession still raw and thick in the small joined space of the living room and kitchen and you caught Jin's eyes as the two youngest bickered, there’s a knowing look passed between you, an unsaid ‘let’s talk later’ hanging in the air.

“Hey, just because you got to escape Hoba’s practice without scratch doesn't mean you're hot shit, show me some respect!”

Seokjin scolds, accompanied by a playful kick to their youngest’s butt. Immediately the stuffy air dissipates and Jungkook responds in kind; by kicking him in the shin, hard enough to launch Seokjin into another lengthy nag.

It was a quick retrieval after his rant. Jungkook lets himself be towed out of your apartment by an oddly enthusiastic Taehyung who's going on about a new game trailer he saw online while Jin has offered to be left behind to clean up the mess. It was no doubt obvious, the familiar awkwardness and tenseness brought by a rejected confession lingered in the air when they arrived, it only took him one look at you and he already knew. 

The moment the door slams shut behind the boys, he immediately began:

“Did he admit it?”

His voice was soft yet it rang loudly in the pindrop silence of your living room. The sigh he let out echoed more when you nodded.

“I told him to not do it, you know? But you know how stubborn he gets.”

You didn’t reply. You simply move, walking to the trash bin to put the empty beer cans in and Jin follows close with the bowls stacked on top of each other to place in the sink. It was a brief moment of reprieve. He let the moment from earlier simmer in your stomach, let the smoke from it fill your lungs and weigh your heart till you burst.

Out of the seven boys, you've always turned to either him or Yoongi as they're older than you, so it came to nobody's shock when you break and told him.

“It just never gets better, I always feel guilty even if I didn’t choose. I’m just lucky I didn’t have to suffer through seven of these, I don’t think I could take it and just quit.”

It was a thought you’ve entertained when Taehyung came to you with his heart in his hand, giving it to you carelessly despite knowing how you’ve handled the other confessions. He was all dopey smiles and flushed cheeks, it continued even when you’ve pushed his heart back to him with an apologetic look.

Seeing the happy creases in his eyes iron out despite the huge boxy smile continuing to play on his lips, the existing pressuring guilt reawakened. Taehyung’s heart that gleamed and glowed gold, vulnerable for you to take and use from where it settled in the middle of his offering palms. You could’ve taken advantage of it all as they were rising in fame, when they were facing discrimination from the other companies and had found comfort in you but you didn’t.

Even with the attraction you've felt for them, you were nothing but a makeup artist to the company. Another asset to deploy and replace if it got annoying to handle. You couldn't risk your career on uncertainties, this is your dream job.

You loved them all equally and held them in the same regards as the others, they’re your best friends, chosen soul companions even without the marks to solidify it. 

They loved you and you loved them all but you wouldn't bet your life on an uncertain future.

“You should give us more credit, you know?” 

He says from the kitchen sink, the sound of water slowing into a halt. Seokjin didn’t move for a while. When he did, it was to place down the plates, washing his hands before turning around to face you.

“We’re grown adults now, we can handle rejection so don’t feel too bad about it. You can choose and we’d even help you keep it a secret from everyone besides us eight.”

It was genuine. Even in the haze of your intoxication, those words felt like a cool balm for your aching heart. While Namjoon’s words were cited research, formal and factual and Yoongi’s were calming droughts to ease the discomfort of sadness brought by gloomy thoughts, Seokjin speaks from the heart, true and unbiased but says it with a gentleness and care. 

Guilt sets like a boulder on your heart. Being able to feel, to experience such a privilege when all you've done is break his heart since your hunt for a husband, the weight in your chest multiplied and tears sprung from your eyes.

You wanted them but you couldn't risk your dream job, couldn't risk a friendship as precious as theirs for kisses and hugs that eventually has its ends.

You didn’t even notice it when he crossed the distance between you both and pulled you plush to his chest but you recognized the familiar sensation of plush lips pressing against your forehead.

If it lingered a few seconds past what's platonically allowed, you didn’t mention it.

Seokjin’s muted scent of freshly baked cakes brought silence to the rampaging waves of thoughts in your mind and if you pressed your nose flush to his chest to bury yourself in his fragrance, he didn’t say anything, bringing one hand behind your head protectively.

“I'm sorry to put you through this pain, Jinnie. I-I didn’t know.”

“I knew you didn’t know but I'll be fine... eventually.” He breathes out before leaning down to bury himself into the nest of your hair. "As long as you're happy, then I am too."

It was heavy, being loved and held so preciously even after you’ve turned him down, it felt cruel, sadistic even. But like the selfish woman you are, you accepted it. Soaked in his affections greedily.

“You know, he asked me to never show Guwon around you guys.”

He sighed. “I knew he would.”

“Do you want that as well?

Silence followed but you heard his answer loud and clear.

The second date happened after the first leg of the tour in Seoul.

Although planned suddenly, you appreciated the downtime after being lost in the haze of rushed outfit changes, reapplying makeup, and patting sweat from foreheads. If anything, you were thankful you could loosen up after earlier. The awkward tension didn’t go amiss, it only took Namjoon and Yoongi one look between you and Jungkook before taking charge on how the night progresses.

Yoongi didn't waste any time waving you over to ask for help for his makeup, even when he was already being prepped by one of your older colleagues, Ji hae. Thankfully, the woman lets you take over, saying she wanted a snack anyways.

The man didn't bother asking you what happened and settled comfortably in his chair but not before offering you the snack he bought earlier and was laying neglected on his lap. Yoongi asked about Guwon in a hushed voice, because while you were living in a reverse harem with most of his brothers, he was genuinely curious about your boyfriend-to-be.

Maybe it was the fact he has never admitted his affections for you that made it comfortable to discuss topics you could never talk about with the others with him, but you let your tongue a little loose.

And he listened.

Yoongi has always been a man of action not words, his love language has always been opening water bottles, blankets appearing from nowhere when you're passed out on their couch, and listening attentively. Despite what the world says about his nonchalance and silence, in your eyes, he's the sweetest guy on the roster—not that you'd tell Jimin that of course, he'd riot if he were to find out.

By the end of the concert, Guwon asks you on an impromptu date. A simple late night walk on a market nearby because there's apparently a food fair, and as usual, the expenses are on him. Hungry with a principle of never turning down free food, of course you accepted. 

Though you had a long time deciding whether to go or not with Jungkook’s confession still fresh.

Minutes later, he's waiting for you by the exit. The scene of him leaning on his Mercedes, waiting for you to reach him at the bottom of the stairs looks like it was pulled out of a kdrama.

Oddly enough, they didn’t question your lack of updates in the group chat but Jimin reached out later on and you suspect he told everyone your whereabouts instead, hopefully minus the date part to spare the others (read: Jungkook) from heartbreak.

The fair looked like a mirage of a paradise in the night hidden away in a small gently-lit up alley. The path was lightened up with gentle lanterns hung above you, the warm colors setting a more intimate scene. It wasn’t as luxurious as dinner from yesterday or as calming as the bike ride around the Han river but you appreciated it nonetheless.

You’re ready to drop dead but you pushed through, you wanted this relationship to work. Because then, maybe the monsters—your mother and her wide selection of personalities as well as aunties, her friends, trying to refer you to their horrible sons—haunting you from under your bed will finally leave you alone.

It was cruel that you’re using someone else to erase the memory of being professed to by one of your best friends.

Guwon was happy enough to take charge the whole date, leading you from food stall after food stall, ordering whatever your eyes lingered at which is half of what the fair offers. He understands your lack of responses as it is, tired from work, and talked enough for the both of you. Which you are grateful for.

He talked about his job and what happened that day, willingly telling you about the story of how he and his co-workers clicked back in College, never to part till now in the field they wanted. He spoke of his dreams, how he envisioned his dream home by the province surrounded by nature and the cat named Nabi waiting for him at home.

There's nothing more blatant of a signal than the last part, whether you accept it or not depends on you.

Normally, you would've frowned at the thought, immediately thinking of running away but as the night deepens and stalls start to close, the idea grows more and more tempting despite the logical voice in your head disagreeing. Seeking a distraction and possibly leading on a kind man is cruel, both to him and you.

But at the end of the day, it’s just an escape from the reality you're stuck in, a temporary answer to a long time problem. 

How harmful can it be? 

People had hookups before, you’ve had hookups before your mother has started a hunt for your husband this year so what are you so reluctant for? 

If this man is to be your husband, you should check your physical compatibility right?

You shivered. God, you sounded like one of those shitty guys you’ve dated before.

"Hey, the stalls just closed. Are you fine with me driving you back to your house?"

His voice cuts through your deep thoughts and you turn to him. Even in the dimly lit corner of the alley, Guwon looked attractive as ever with his dimpled smile and laid back attitude, his soft eyes gleaming under the lanterns, affections overflowing from his gaze and you. shuddered from its weight. 

Staring at the man, you wondered if you'd ever fall in love with him as he seemed right now.

Soon enough, you both arrive in front of your apartment building. However, not every plan goes through as you thought it'd go and you find two familiar figures rushing down to meet you. 

Taehyung didn't hesitate to run up to you with open arms and a wide smile. He didn't even care that you both almost toppled over if it wasn't for Guwon hand supporting you from the back.

"Wh-why are you two here? Shouldn't you guys be resting?"

Jimin shrugged but you caught the mischievous glint in his eyes as a small smile tugs his lips. "Hyung got so worried and wanted us to make sure you got home safely."

"Even a thumbs up would be great but you ignored every text and call! Jin hyung panicked and sent us out, if you didn't come home, he would've had a huge manhunt for you." Taehyung chimed in, pulling away but keeping his hands on your shoulders as he stared deep into your eyes, as if trying to hypnotize you into believing them.

Jimin snickered. “Yoongi hyung was an hour away from declaring you missing so the good dongsaengs we are, we decided to camp outside your apartment.”

You would've accepted his explanation, it was logically sound yet the dark glint of mischief and something else in his eyes as his gaze bounced from you to Guwon told you a different story.

They've always had to interrupt your dates when it becomes sour but this was the first time they've confronted a potential partner outside the intentions of ruining a date because you wanted it to suck.

This was them laying their claim over their own, a silent statement. A declaration you try not to think so much about, fearing you'd dig yourself deep and fall to your death.

“These must be one of your kids?” Guwon asks from behind, reminding you of his presence and you turn to him with an apologetic look.

“Yeah, Taehyung and Jimin. I practically raised them.”

Jimin scoffs and your head snapped to him, widening your eyes in warning to which he ignored. “Just because you’re a year older, doesn’t mean you could say you raised us you know?”

“See what I deal with everyday?” 

Guwon laughs lightheartedly before patting your head to get your attention. “Since your kids are here to protect you, I should get going now.”

“Drive safely.”

“See you soon?”

“Definitely.”

Then he placed a haste kiss on the edge of your lips, catching you off guard and you froze. Guwon was already in his car by the time you realized what happened and turned to chastise him. You couldn't even knock on the passenger window when the arms coiled around your shoulders tightened and tugged you close.

Letting Guwon kiss you in front of one of the men who confessed to you once was the first mistake, second was looking up at Taehyung whose hug is starting to hurt.

Gone were the usual giddiness and child-like enthusiasm that would pour from his eyes. It was replaced by a colder glare, almost blank and emotionless as it narrowed behind you and jaw locked tight. There was something primal in the way his hand behind your head was pushing you closer to him as if he was hounding over his game from another predator.

Goosebumps prickled your skin awake.

If butterflies exploded in your stomach and ignited a molten heat in your abdomen at that very moment, it's a secret you’d take to your grave.

“Tae?”

“Noona, I think we should head inside. It's getting cold.” Jimin’s sweet voice sounded forced and you resisted the urge to look at him.

While their reaction to being challenged is obvious, you couldn't, for the life of you, figure out why he should feel like that when he’s been seeing other people since his confession. From your past dates where he attended as one of your escape plans, he’s  never expressed such an intense show of displeasure so you thought his fleeting crush had passed.

Until tonight.

When Taehyung pulled away, the traces of his hostility were gone and you had to double take at how vastly different he's appearing now. He has his lower lip pushed out into a pout, eyes wide with mirth as he reaches up to cup your cheeks, his warm palms heating your cold-nipped skin.

“Aigoo, you're so cold noona. Let's go in and binge that foreign show you've been following.”

With hands now intertwined, he leads you inside the building where Jimin was already standing inside and was holding the door open for you both. You were being tugged into your own home yet you couldn’t help but feel tense as Taehyung and Jimin welcomed you back in with the same dark look you saw earlier.

[a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire]

Made it to chapter 16 today which means Feyre and I have both had our first impressions of Rhysand's Inner Circle and ohhhhhhh boy

Its hard to pinpoint why exactly, but theres something so discomforting about watching them interact. I think the main thing is that for all their "casual-ness", theres still clearly a rigid hierarchy between them and they all seem to 'know their place' so to speak, its not at all like Lucien and Tamlin's relationship in the first book which genuinely felt like a friendship that was unburdened by their status or positions. Like, theres this one moment where Mor and Amren are like kinda bickering with each other i guess, and Feyre remarks that Mor is probably super powerful if she dares talk back against Amren (in an incredibly minor matter Im pretty sure but I already forgor ngl) and because this is the book where Feyre's perspective starts being Objectively Correct all the time, I guess that's true, I guess the only reason someone would dare voice their opinion on something to this friend group is if they were physically more powerful because otherwise you just level a fucking mountain during an argument

Anyway, Im gonna switch topics for a short moment but I promise this diversion is relavant to the point above. So, sometimes when I go into the anti-tags on here looking for criticisms or complaints of the books, I instead find anti-ship posts that are mainly just about trash-talking some ship, mostly ones relating to that whole Elucien/Elriel/Gwynriel shipwar, which I already have thoughts on but I'll save those for later. In any case, one day I stumbled upon this pretty long anti-elriel post about how the gifts Elain gives Azriel on winter solstice arent actually cute and it describes how she gave him like, herbs that help with headaches "because his friends are always giving him headaches" apparently. And then that post went on a whole rant about how insensitive that was of her and that she doesnt actually understand Azriel's dynamic with his close friends, but honestly, judging from this chapter Elain was absolutely spot on

And I usually wouldn't say this because yknow, its only one chapter and we're probably gonna get the nuances of their relationship later, but this is a book written by Sarah J Maas, her characters and their relationships are rarely particularly deep and, more importantly, her writing is incredibly unsubtle. If Azriel was in any way fond of his friends shenaningans I wouldve noticed it, because Feyre wouldve noticed it like 15 times during that whole dinner. But she didnt.

Its especially bad for Cassian and Azriel because it feels like Cassian thinks they have this great rapport but Azriel just genuinely kinda dislikes him. Not to mention that whole fucking mess with Azriel and Mor and Cassian and Mor having sex so she wouldnt get married off or whatever, good god how is every conversation between them not insanely awkward

Even beyond that, idk man, theyre all just so insufferable. I dont understand how Amren, ancient eldritch being trapped in a fae body that she is, can stand to be around them, I wouldve left them 5 centuries ago if I was her. I guess the explanation is that she finds the government position interesting but its like, youre SECOND to the most boring and annoying man on the planet only kinda ruling over a court that you dont even actually care about from everything Ive heard. Again, if I was in Amren's position I would not be hanging out in an APARTMENT in a boring ass city at the behest of a quartett of stupid bozos, I wouldve weaseled my way into being the personal advisor of Beron or some shit so I could watch the Vanserra Family Drama unfold live

There was one good thing about this discomforting dinner though, and that was how inexplicably gay Cassian was for Rhysand. He was really out there, looking at him with such love, calling him pretty twice in like two minutes being all "I knew I wanted a piece of him the moment I first saw him, the high lord's pretty son" like okay. I know what you are

[the-insouciant-scientist]

OC Smash or Pass!

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

tagged by @the-dye-stained-socialite, thank you!

Name: Harper Faraday

Age: Body-wise, 27 (will be 28 in like a week oh boy I forgor)

Gender: Nonbinary, somewhere on the neutral/slightly masc side of things

Sexuality: Not typically? (aroace-spec and bi)

🧪 Pro

Eager to please, considerate, loves being helpful. Very conscious of others' needs

Non-judgemental to a quite frankly impressive degree

Decently good on both cello and violin, will play music for you if you like. Also you can unlock their singing at higher friendship levels

Will help with nightmares. Also would show you all sorts of neat Parabolan shortcuts and plants

Good for quiet company, they love parallel play

Would nap with you. They're a very good big spoon

Talented scientist and teacher who will happily show you around their lab and run experiments with you

Pretty scars and wiggly ears

They blend their own teas in their spare time and will gladly make something new for you if you want. Also good at baking

Honestly really cute when they get excited

🔬 ???????

So many weasels. Like. So many weasels

Not just them in there. Buy one get [REDACTED] free

Teeth. Mobile and mischievous teeth

Stone-adjacent service top, kinky

Extremely dense, you will have to actually tell them you're into them. Also does not move quickly in regards to this kinda thing

Has only been around as themself for three years

Conflict averse, which makes them very good at diffusing tense situations but very bad at speaking up when something's bothering them

Not traditionally romantic, although they will make an attempt if it's important to you

Usually has some prisoner's honey stuck to them somewhere. Could be a little treat for later if you're so inclined

⚗️ Con

Good luck finding them outside the lab (or the library) (or parabola)

Allergic to actually feeling good (hedonophobic) so probably don't hold them too tenderly--

Can be forgetful (or Someone will remember but not them)

Tends to be withdrawn, genuine vulnerability does not come easy on their part

Very little regard for their own safety. or desires, for that matter

Haunted by the hat man pretty much always (high nightmares)

Really bad at having strong opinions or convictions

Does not handle spontaneity or last minute plan changes well

50% guilt by volume even if they're thoroughly repressing that. They don't even have a good reason for most of it, it's just There

Drinks poison for fun just to see how it feels. Would offer you a sip to be polite

Their reflection can get really weird and intense about people and Will want to say hello the next time you're in Parabola without them

i'm a little too spaced to @ specific people right now (esp bc this has been going around so much), but if you have an oc you'd like to do this for then consider this me tagging you!

[eris090]

Title - "You got fucked over by America? Nice!"

No archive warnings

Relationships - RED Soldier / Zhanna (Team Fortress 2)

Tags - Collars, Leashes, Master/Pet, Praise Kink, Rough oral sex, Sex toys, Anal fingering, Femdom

Words - 2,699

Description - Soldier forgor 💀

The sight of Zhanna looming over him was one that Soldier had already become very accustomed to. Whether it was wrestling, sleeping or other explicit activities, Zhanna would usually find her way on top of Soldier, no matter the context. She was powerful, and she liked showing it.

That said, the position Soldier found himself in at the moment still made him slightly nervous. When Zhanna had been very handsy with him the entire day, Soldier just assumed in all his great wisdom that she was simply showing him affection. Which wasn't entirely false, but that wasn't the main goal, as Soldier quickly found out, when hours after they were done battling for the day Zhanna came barreling into his room, a bag in her tight grip as she tackled him.

Of course, this was normal. Sporadic wrestling was Soldiers bread and butter, so he raised his fist in preparation to fight back, that was before he saw Zhanna's expression. 

She looked angry. 

It chilled the patriot to the bone to see his fiance angry with him, not to mention the fact he didn't know what he had even done to provoke her. As far as he knew, she had been very happy all day! Smiling at him, hugging him, slapping his ass. All regular friendly things, however it only occurred to the patriot as Zhanna gazed down at him that those actions may have had something to do with it.

Setting the bag she had been carrying on the floor beside her, Zhanna spoke. “You are dumbest man in world.” She stated, hands resting on her hips as she glared down at the patriot, who only chuckled in response once he recovered from the initial shock. Soldier grinned up at his fiance, fully assuming she was teasing him, however that assumption was dropped when Zhanna's harsh expression did not disappear when he laughed.

“I am serious Jane. Did you forget what day it is?” She raised an eyebrow condescendingly, the question going one ear and out the other for Soldier as the answer was obviously yes. Lead poisoning had that effect on people, and he was not immune, even after he had taken all the pills in Merasmus’ medicine cabinet.

The Russian woman peered down at him, seemingly expecting an answer that Soldier was in no way prepared to give. Luckily, it was only a few moments before Zhanna answered the question for him. “It is our anniversary.”

Oh.

Soldier’s stomach dropped as he heard that, his eyes becoming wide enough that they were visible from beneath his helmet. The patriot's shocked expression would quickly fade however, getting replaced with one of abject despair. Soldier didn't often feel bad for things, mostly because he usually didn't seem to think he did anything wrong, however it was here that the man's heart sank, guilt overwhelming his senses as he looked up at his beautiful fiance.

There was no way in hell she had planned something ‘nice’ for their anniversary, and that's just how Soldier liked it. This being their first anniversary, Zhanna had likely planned for them to either wrestle or peg him into the sheets, maybe even both, but it was the sentiment that came with Soldier forgetting that made him feel bad. 

Zhanna however, seemed to notice the guilt filling her fiance's expression as her face softened and she reached down to cup his cheek in her hand. “It is ok, my maggot bear.” she assured him, gesturing for him to sit up. “I know just way you can make it up to me.”

She'd add with a grin, though Soldier only seemed confused by her vague suggestion, that was until she reached towards the bag she had set down earlier and pulled something out of it. A collar.

Soldier's heart fluttered back to its proper place, a wobbly smile spreading on his face while Zhanna shook it slightly, allowing Soldier to get a good eye full of it before she reached down to wordlessly clip it around Jane's neck. Obediently, Soldier lifted his head to allow his fiance to slide it underneath his neck and clip it at the front. The dark green leather pressed on his throat like a weighted blanket, lulling him into a sense of security that he only allowed himself to enter around Zhanna and Demo.

Laying his head back down, Soldier simply gazed up at the ceiling as his fiance pulled another item from the bag and attached it to his collar, revealing it to be a leash, which only made Soldier's excitement grow. He'd groan as he felt his cock begin stirring inside his uniform, pressing against the front of his pants where Zhanna sat atop him, though she seemed to pay it no mind. 

Zhanna rose to her feet, holding the leash she had attached to Soldier’s collar and picked the bag off the floor before walking over towards the Patriots bed. The sudden tug around his neck made Soldier perk up, looking over at Zhanna who was gazing down at him expectantly, a smirk decorating her features. Soldier would obediently rise to his knees and crawl over to her, following her to his bed where she would sit down. “Sit, mutt.” Zhanna commanded, at which Soldier would obey, not even considering not following her instructions.

Her pleased grin made Soldier melt, unbelievably happy to see his fiance displaying some amount of delight at his obedience. Beckoning the patriot closer, Zhanna would spread her thighs, and Soldier would hastily heel to her silent command. “Get undressed.” She gave another command, which as usual, Soldier delightedly obeyed, pulling his red shirt over his head and unbuttoning his pants, too focused on his eagerness to follow Zhanna's orders to notice that she had stripped as well.

It seemed however that Zhanna quickly grew tired of her fiance's obliviousness, immediately placing her hand under his chin once he finished undressing and lifting his head to look at her, playfully knocking his helmet off using her free hand as she did so. Soldier had seen Zhanna naked countless times, inside and outside the bedroom, however he had still not grown accustomed to her physique. The way her abs just barely peeked through the slight fat on her belly, her broad shoulders, her strong collarbone, all of it. She was a goddess in Soldiers eyes, and she might as well have been considering her physical strength.

Zhanna chuckled as she watched her fiances cock harden as his gaze trailed over her body, a slight blush coming to her cheeks at the patriots adoration of her. She didn't hesitate long however, retrieving one last item from the bag she had brought in with her, and…

It was beautiful.

Eight inches of silicon in the mold of a thick cock, stars adorning the navy blue head while the shaft was striped red and white. It was slightly bigger than even Soldier’s sizable length, which would have made most normal people at least a little bit nervous, however Soldier was simply elated. The people who complained about getting fucked over by America were cowards.

Zhanna examined her fiance's delighted expression with a grin, reaching over to the bedside table and pulling out a bottle of lube and handing it to Soldier, snapping him out of his trance. “Stretch yourself for me, dog.” She commanded, her voice low and seductive in a way Soldier treasured, placing the toy on the bed next to her. Opening the bottle, Soldier would liberally spread the substance across his fingers, even accidentally spilling some on the carpet, at which Zhanna would chuckle.

Lowering his hand to his backside, Soldier would slowly slide a single finger into his hole, nibbling at his bottom lip as the discomfort of having a small object inside him strung him up. Upon Zhanna noticing her fiance's discomfort she'd attempt to soothe him, tilting his chin upwards to look at her. “Such a good boy, my maggot bear.” She cooed, using her other hand to scratch behind Soldier’s ear. The patriot once again found himself melting, a short grunt escaping his throat in response.

A second finger would quickly be pushed inside the patriot, his thick fingers scissoring him open while Zhanna gazed down at him lovingly. Unfortunately, patience wasn't Soldier’s strong suit, so it wouldn't be long before Soldier removed his fingers and looked up at Zhanna hopefully, eager to use the toy she had got for him, just the idea made his cock twitch. In an act of mercy, Zhanna would hand the toy over to Soldier, his grin widening impossibly larger as he examined it closer.

There weren't many more details about the object to scrutinize, so he'd simply set it on the floor and fumble with the bottle of lube for a moment, eagerly spreading the substance across the silicon until he was satisfied, which didn't take much. The patriot hurriedly lifted his hips and aligned the toy with his entrance before sitting down on it, at which point Zhanna would give a harsh tug of the leash, pulling his head towards her dripping cunt. Soldier glanced up at her, the sensation filling his gut going ignored in favor of figuring out what Zhanna wanted him to do, which Zhanna would help with. 

“Eat.” Her command was simple but harsh, sounding as though Soldier truly didn't have a choice in the matter, which made the patriot shudder. Leaning forward, Soldier licked a stripe up Zhanna's slit, drawing a low moan from the strong Russian as she placed her hand on the back of his head, pulling him further in until he was kissing the sensitive nub residing at the top of her slit, making her gasp. “That is it, mutt. Taste me now, and savor it.” She commanded, though Soldier already intended to do so.

Raising his hips, Soldier pushed his tongue into Zhanna's hole, slobbering all over her cunt before dropping his hips back down, the toy hitting deep inside of him, causing him to moan against Zhanna, the vibration causing the Russian to Shudder before chuckling as her fiance's subservience. “What a good mutt. You will not touch, understand? You keep your hands on floor and take what I give to you.” She asked, pushing Soldiers head against herself harder, not allowing him to verbally respond, however she seemed satisfied by the patriots eager nod as he continued to eat her out.

Beginning a steady rhythm of riding the toy Zhanna had given to him, Soldier would release wanton moans into her snatch, being gifted with light tugs of his leash in reward. “There is my mutt. You are such good boy, you know this?” She praised, clenching around the patriots tongue as he whimpered, evidently desiring more stimulation, however he'd restrain himself, wanting to remain a good boy for his fiance. 

As Zhanna's wetness filled his mouth the only thing Soldier could find himself thinking about was how happy he was to have such a beautiful woman as his fiance. However that thought too would soon fade away as his brain became fogged with pleasure. Using her hand that wasn't holding Soldier’s head in place, Zhanna scratched behind his ears, her hands shaking due to Soldier’s immaculate way of eating her out. Screw whatever Spy said, this was real fine dining. 

It wasn't long before Zhanna's grip on his head started to become unbearably painful, a sure sign of the Russian woman's orgasm was fast approaching. With a grunt, Zhanna wrapped her legs around her fiance's head, pulling him against her even harder. It restricted Soldier's ability to breathe, however, he didn't seem to care all too much, his only desire being to please the love of his life. 

“Oh, Jane, you are so good at this! God, I am going to cum. Make me cum, maggot bear!” Zhanna moaned, her voice becoming uncharacteristically high pitched as she clenched around the patriots tongue, her walls spasming as she reached her climax. A long, rumbling moan would run through Zhanna's body and down into Soldier, making him whimper as she allowed her legs to fall from his shoulders and onto the floor at his sides, the release of his head allowing Soldier to fall backwards. Though, as he went to do so, Zhanna tugged on his leash, pulling him back in. “Oh no you don't.”

Her playful tone in combination with her rough voice made Soldier's cock twitch, reminding him of the intense need that was building in his groin. “Messy eater. Clean up your mess, dog.” Zhanna's voice cut through Soldier's exhaustion as he gasped for air, turning his eyes up at Zhanna and taking a moment before he began licking up her thighs. She tasted magnificent, pardon his French, the texture of the slick liquid on his tongue caused a burning in the Patriots chest that he simply couldn't disregard.

With shaking legs, Soldier once again lifted himself off the toy filling his ass, only waiting for a second before dropping back down. An animalistic growl escaped his throat as he continued bouncing on the toy, Zhanna looking down at him proudly. Her joy nearly made Soldier's heart give out, eagerly continuing to clean the sickness between his fiance's thighs in return for the silent praise, though he would have done so either way. The opportunity to cum was a reward enough as far as Soldier was concerned, however Zhanna, the goddess she was, decided to give him more. 

“Look at you my honey maggot bear, riding dick so well. Only you could take something like that, yes? Only my mutt could ride America's cock so well.” She praised, dragging a desperate whine from the patriot below her, the noise quickly turning into a growl as he bit down on Zhanna's thigh to hide his sounds of ecstasy. “Oh no, Jane. Let go.” She scolded, leading Jane to shakily remove his mouth from her thigh, moving his head to look up at Zhanna as he repeatedly drove the toy into his ass, wincing whenever it hit his prostate. 

“Sweet Joseph-!” Soldier grunted as his climax began to build, his cock having not been touched once this whole time, Zhanna's presence alone being enough to bring him to orgasm, that is when she allowed him to. Turning his head towards the floor, Soldier squeezed his eyes shut, immersing himself in the pleasure his fiance was granting him. “Very good, Jane. So manly, so strong, you are such good boy for me.” She crooned, watching with eager eyes as Soldiers hips began to buck forward. 

“Cuh…! Cumming-! Please, Zh-...Zhanna-!” He groaned, heat enveloping his body as his hips thrusted forward of their own volition. Zhanna responded mercifully, petting the patriots head. “Go ahead and cum, Jane. Show how big of man you are.” her words simmered in Soldier’s fogged mind for only a second, upon processing them, immediately allowing Soldier to cum. “Sweet-...Shit, shit shit!” He dug his fingers into Zhanna's thighs as cum shot from his needy cock, twitching as it expelled its built up pleasure, spilling onto the carpeted floor of his room as well as spattering against his fiance's calves. 

Zhanna smiled, the sight of the twitching and writhing patriot nearly making her horny again as Soldier slowly released his death grip on her thighs, quietly gasping for air while his cock fell flaccid on the carpet, dirtying the floor even moreso. 

A few moments passed before Soldier lifted his head to look up at his fiance, a wobbly grin on his face, and his eyes tired as he rested the side of his head on Zhanna's inner thigh. His fiance grinned down at him with nearly the same expression, her eyes beautiful as always. After catching his breath, Soldier lifted himself off the toy, a short grunt escaping his throat as it popped out of his ass.

Soldier would gasp for breath a few more times before finally speaking. “Thank you, maggot…sorry for forgetting our anniversary.” Soldier sulked, leading Zhanna to lift his head back up. “Is ok Jane. You are forgiven.” She replied, her voice playful, making Soldier grin once again. “God, you're beautiful…”

[callibones]

hello!!! 🩸🟪 again. sorry for asking so early in the morning--i know you said you timed your last poast so i would see it so i feel bad for changing my hours but i had some extra free time. in the future you don't have to time your responses if you dont wanna. i peruse your blog at least once a week or so so ill probably find things ! and i dont wanna bother you first thing, thank you SO MUCH for that injoke guide! i'm like lvl 500 autistic so i had trouble figuring them out naturally. this makes things sm easier.

second thing... you have a bill cipher fictive? that's inch resting. i think i might also be plural too but i'm kinda off and on about it. but when u said that i looked back at the post they made and it was tagged with a #👁️? and then i looked at your other posts and there's a few tagged with a #👑. and your posts are usually tagged with #callie.txt.exe. so i thought hm. so i don't make any mistakes--what's your bill cipher fictive's name? how many people are there? is callie around the majority of the time? this is probably invasive so you don't need to respond to any of this JKHJBGVFCDXRCFGVHBJKNHBGVFCDXCGHBJKNHJBGVFCDGFVHBJ. also ive definitely Won and have obtained zero shelled feelings ever absolutely.

third. I LOVED OIL AND WATER!!! thank you sm. i haven't finished reading through all the other fics you reblogged though so when i do ill send you my thoughts on all of them in a different ask. you are so Based but not in a weird way in like a cool awesome way. fourth. i.. do rlly wanna dm you but my main thing is that i kind of Lost access to my main account a bit ago? idk how i was just stupid and Forgor

so ive been slowly trying to rebuild it on this new one. problem is, it's not Done yet. i'm worried im going to dm you and it will be Incomplete and you will forever perceive me as a Flawed, Unfinished version of myself. it would simply tarnish the wonderful 🩸🟪 brand, you know?

so i think.. if i do dm you, it'll be in a little while. i'll probably create a dedicated sideblog for the occasion when i do, ok? i do wanna hear you yap in a more controlled environment.

last thing i swear. so this actually has NOTHING to do with anything else you said but im like freaking out. so i checked your youtube channel and i noticed your description.

television for a head.

this is cool and all and your sona is SO AWESOME but this also Sucks for me because this ENTIRE TIME i've been drawing you as a computer! i have so much callibones fanart of you as a fucking desktop where it's like nested so your monitor has a little desktop assistant that is also you and it goes on forever and ever and ever with even smaller callies and that idea was WRONG!! i shouldve known from the antennae but i thought that was a bug thing not a tv thing (which, by the way, excellent choice on your part. when i'm not an assembly of shapes, i do enjoy being an insect.) but i was a FOOL!!!

so this makes me realize hey wait what else am i getting wrong? this thing is colored differently in this image than all the other images. what's the correct thing to do? and i came to the conclusion that i need to just ASK YOU! (wow who could've guessed. you're so smart.) yeah! i am! the smartest in the whole world even

if you happen to have any, i need reference sheets of your sona. if you have reference sheets of the alternate variants (or are those headmates? i saw one was called calliope and i think there was a bill cipher one so is that the fictive? i don't know but i want to draw them) those would be appreciated too. i have made a grave error and i must resolve it immediately.

with that. um. thank you for humoring me, id like to thank all our sponsors for getting me to write this ask, i will join the discord servers and message you one day because i am Not Afraid of Anything in the Whole Wide World. toodles

HELLO 🩸🟪! hope i didnt keep you waiting too long.... wanted to finish my ref first! PLUS i got a whoooole buncha busy goin on so im SUPER occupied.... but now i got time just for YOU! i definitely didnt time this one im just postin it now that i Can.... but im sure you can use the tag and your weekly browsing skills to find your way back here. hehehehe.

SECOND: very observant! yes, while we haven't made an official post for it, calliope uses the crown emoji and calcifer uses the eye emoji! that's his name, by the way. in fact, here's the whole gang, labeled with NAMES & PRONOUNS!

("who the fuck" is me, sorry. hehehehe.) (putting the id on this one out here so its easier. from left to right, you got:

the commissariat (she/they) in red, in a fancy longcoat with a jacket makin a serious pose

me, callie (it/fae/she) in green, in my usual "have a rotten day" top that shows my bra a lil and my short skirt

calliope (she/thon) in purple, wearing thons over-the-top storm supervillain dress

calcifer (he/she/it/they and it insisted on including "calcifae/calcifaer" as well) in yellow, with a suit, a shorter skirt than mine, a sword, and the bill cipher triangle-eye pose

and callyris (she/it) in pink, with short-shorts and a crop top fully showin its maintenance panel.

i'm around the majority of the time, but there's five of us includin' me and Calcifer! he's more than just bill cipher, btw. he's he/him lesbian bill cipher! hehehehe. he's also like genuinely growing as a person and i'm REALLY proud of him. also it's okay i have shelled one feelings too. calcifer says you're probably pretty easy to take advantage of and should call her.

THIRD: YAY! cedardivine, who made that peanutiel story, JUST made a separate post the other day with all thons blaseball writing. so GO CHECK THAT OUT! i sure plan to. :-D

FOURTH: cmon you dont gotta brand. EVERYONES flawed and unfinished! including me! im fucked upppp dont put me on a pedestal. im incomplete too!!!!

FIFTH HERES MY REF!!!! i made it just for you (genuinely!) so you GOTTA show me your fanart now because omg? omg???? omg???????? you made fanart of me? sobbing and crying??

also youre KINDA right about the desktop assistant thing! i fuckin love the nestedness so much and theres definitely some stuff where i imply that! but thats because.... so the actual sona is a desktop assistant virus thing. but fae takes on the appearance of a tv-head bot! so when fae's in The Real World fae uses a Made Physical version of that same cartoony self to walk around in. and on that robot's an OS running... the actual desktop assistant! so while it's not infinitely nested, you're right that my reality is Layered. i wonder if it could go deeper than that....

theres not a lotta art of the others YET but heres SOME FUCKIN AWESOME ART MY WONDERFUL FRIEND OF RIGORMARCY DREW OF THON so lookat that.

and here's calcifer's never-before-posted discord pfp, just for you:

calcifer sez: THERE'S MY CARD! GIMME A RING IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A NEW DEITY TO CHAT UP. THE SHELLED ONE MAY BE DEAD, BUT I'M AROUND FOREVER! FOREVER.

so. do what you will with this information.

IN CONCLUSION please send me your fanart if you wanna and feel like it because thats SO AWESOME that you made some... literally misty eyed.... ill look forward to your next correspondence whether i know you as 🩸🟪 or as whatever your name is on whatever platform you wanna reach me with! feel free to shoot me a friend request on discord if tumblr aint workin for ya. tell em 🩸🟪 sent ya! because that's you. and you can send you. But not in the mail, unfortunately. 1984.

UNTIL NEXT TIME GOOBY!!!!

[one-winged-dreams]

Personal Opinions

ship: seth x dean myers source: original content word count: 1045

SO YEAH. Dogs. Dean fucking loves dogs. This was about that one concept I mentioned earlier.

also i forgor to mention that this s/i has a different name so i can be weird and meta about dean being jacob's friend and them both having goth bfs akjsgdh (seth was the other name i wanted to go with when i was picking a name, fun fax)

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @kylars-princess @adoredbyalatus @dorothys-wife @the-sleeping-city

@dear-gambler @goldenworldsabound @sunstar-of-the-north @faerie-circle-ships @mahitosoulmate

Dean had only left the room for as long as it took to have a smoke, though admittedly, he felt a bit guilty for leaving Seth alone for even that long. They were only just recently breaching Seth's feeling awkward being at his house, no matter how many times Dean had reassured him that he didn't care what he did or how much he made himself at home.

As he re-entered the house through the sliding back door, he walked through the dining room and into the living room. He had intended to announce himself, before noting the additional factor to the sight of Seth sitting on the couch, once again acting as if he were a guest and not explicitly free to use his boyfriend perks.

That factor was Scout.

The German Shepherd was usually very well-behaved. Somewhat stoic like his owner, he took to people with neutrality and indifference. But here he was, sitting right in front of a very conflicted-looking Seth, his tail wagging as he pawed at Seth's knee.

Dean regarded him for a moment before speaking.

"Doe," he called out, making Seth jump slightly in surprise.

"Y-yeah?" he stammered, looking flustered and confused.

Dean jerked his head towards Scout pointedly.

"Pet him before he blows a gasket," he said, his tone flat and neutral as always.

Seth blinked in surprise as if having permission to pet Dean's dog hadn't occurred to him. He regarded Scout for a moment, offering his hand like he always did when he came over, only to receive an impatient nose bump to the underside of his hand. Seth squeaked, a sound that always had a one-in-ten chance of making Dean want to pick him up and squeeze him. Unfortunately, that statistic was skewed by how often he made that damn noise.

Having been familiar enough with Scout by now to know where he liked and disliked being pet, Seth's hand came up to pet the side of his face. Though the initial contact had always been short, around 10 seconds, Seth had progressed to petting Scout as long as the dog desired. Which was, woefully to him, quite a lot. Every time Seth would pull his hand away, Scout would paw at his knee again, prompting him to keep his hand on Scout's face for even longer periods.

"Scout," Dean finally called out, once again with no particular tone or expression, "ease off, bud."

Though Dean was always impassively unreadable, Scout was in tune with his owner's expressions. Content to be a smartass about it, the dog hopped up onto the couch and proceeded to lay his head on Seth's lap, effectively trapping him.

As Seth stammered, flustered by the affection, Dean merely let out a stoic hum.

"You're good with dogs," he commented, coming around to sit next to Seth on the couch.

"I- I mean. I grew up around them. They were… all chihuahuas, though…" Seth admitted, looking down at Scout, who contentedly huffed.

"Chihuahuas, huh?" Dean asked in no particular tone. "Small dogs. Don't think I could handle something like that."

"They're actually really good dogs. People mistake them for aggressive because they're territorial. Which is to say, they're protective of their owners and only bond to their families, I think?" Seth responded, idly stroking Scout's head and neck.

Dean let out an affirmative grunt, not really saying much to that.

It was quiet for a moment before Dean leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So you're serious about that borzoi, right?" he asked, sounding absolutely neutral on the subject.

Seth blinked.

"Uhm. I'd like to think so. It's just a matter of finding one. Ethical breeders are super expensive, and I haven't had any luck on any of the adoption sites I frequent," he sighed, tucking some hair behind his ear idly. Another little -ism that tested Dean's stoicism.

"You think you've got the resources to take care of one?" Dean's head tilted back, resting against the wall. He made no indication of where he was going with this.

"I-I mean," Seth stammered, thinking. "I've like, considered the costs and stuff. With the cafe work and the plushie shop I made sure I'd have enough to keep up with its needs."

"You've thought about this a lot," Dean seemed to confirm his thoughts on the matter, glancing at Seth out of the corner of his eye.

"I guess so, yeah. I dunno, it'd be nice to just have some creepy-looking dog to keep me company. My apartment feels empty a lot." Seth looked at Dean. "Aside from when you come over, I mean."

Dean snorted, the barest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"You don't need to reassure me, I get it. I just wanted to give you a little appraisal. Don't like irresponsible dog owners."

"And… what do you think?" Seth asked sheepishly, glancing between Scout and Dean.

"Honestly?" Dean arched an eyebrow. "You sound like you're fine. Definitely see you taking good care of one."

Seth seemed relieved, relaxing considerably as Dean took out his phone and idly checked his notifications.

"Care too much about what other people think, though," Dean added, making Seth's eyes widen. He couldn't help but genuinely smirk a tiny bit at the way Seth stammered.

"Th-Thanks anyway," Seth finally managed to get out. "I DO care too much about what other people think but… It's nice to hear some reassurance from someone… close."

"You mean your boyfriend?" Dean asked bluntly, not taking his eyes off his phone.

The squeak that left Seth was almost enough to crack Dean the rest of the way, especially with how fogged up Seth's glasses were getting.

"Y-Yes! Yes, exactly that," Seth whimpered, petting Scout more intensely to ground himself.

Dean simply responded with a hum.

"That's fair. Anyway, you staying for dinner?"

This got Seth blushing again, chuckling awkwardly and keeping his gaze downward.

"I guess so. I don't think Scout is letting me go home anytime soon."

"Hm. Guess not," Dean finally offered a half-smile before standing up. "Guess I'll get to it. Let you know when it's done."

As the two exchanged nods, Dean left for the kitchen, sending one last text to the puppy foster.

[materassassino]

fic writer questions

I wasn't strictly tagged by @liesmyth but I was told to do it, so that counts, in my book!

how many works do you have on AO3?

Precisely 120. I've not anoned or orphaned anything so that's the exact number I've ever posted, as well. (although I guess if it's just fics it's 118, because two of those are artworks, and even then it's probably 117 because I'm listed as a co-author for a fic I just had the idea for, and I will never touch that to change it because it was written by my friend Socks who passed away.)

what's your total ao3 word count?

921,788. We'll break a million at some point, I imagine. I'm a slow writer.

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ever Decreasing Circles [Star Wars]: 2478 (makes sense, it's my only real multichapter)

Not Going Anywhere [Voltron]: 1832 (I have no excuse for this, the brief Klance lunacy at the beginning was a shameful moment)

Smile with the Rising Sun [DC Comics]: 1354 (this genuinely surprised me, I guess the people yearn for JayRoy Christmas fic?)

Fledging [Star Wars]: 1191 (this one makes sense, the people yearn for happy Skywalkers)

Kick the Beam [Dragon Age 2]: 1037

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I do genuinely try to respond to all of them, I love getting comments most out of everything. If I didn't respond, it's because I forgor.

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I don't really do unhappy endings, it's just not my style, but I think it's either Schwanengesang [Hetalia], a human AU where Gilbert freezes to death on the Russian front, or The Baffled King Composing [The Silmarillion], which superficially ends on a hopeful note but The Reader knows exactly what happens to these very characters, and it's not good, so the characters are blissfully unaware of their own doom.

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Write What You Know [Star Wars], I think. Not entirely sure. It's a lot more lighthearted, imo, and it ends with a wedding and a fuckton of money, so that seems pretty happy to me, lol.

do you write crossovers?

Not usually. It takes a very specific set of circumstances to make me write them, and that's the two different canons being able to mash together coherently in my head. I've written two, and the issue with those is they're both crossovers with fucking Neil Gaiman shit, which makes me annoyed because Sandman crosses over so fucking well with The Old Guard (When Shall We Threen Meet Again?).

(The other was Rise of the Guardians+American Gods. Don't know why I wrote that, it made sense at the time and does not in hindsight.)

have you ever received hate on a fic?

Only bot hate, unfortunately. I don't really write anything super controversial, I'm mortally vanilla, so I dodge a lot of aggro, tbh. There is an instance of something where I strove for historical accuracy, but even that only sparked an actual mature discussion on Twitter and not any flames. Context helped there, I believe.

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes. I would say I prefer to write m/m, but tbh the most smut I ever wrote was for Shallura (to the point where that was my reputation lmao). I've struggled with it a bit over the last few years but I'm getting back into it. I tend towards like really fucking sappy emotional stuff between people who are in love, like I said, I'm very vanilla and not kinky at all, it doesn't interest me.

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. I don't think I've ever been big enough in any fandom to attract that sort of attention.

have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! Three of them, two in Chinese for Write What You Know and The Jacket Fic, and one in French for a Free! fic. I like it when people ask first, but I will usually give permission. :>

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not actively. I'm a co-author for the fic mentioned in the first question, but other than that, nothing. I'd like to, though, I feel like the accountability would be useful to me, lol.

what's your all-time favorite ship?

This is not a question that's possible to answer. I hyperfixate and then move on while maintaining a general fondness for the old ship once I've switched fandoms. So it's more of a current OTP thing going on than One Ship to Rule Them All. Also there's things I've shipped really strongly and never written anything for. At the moment the big OTP is JoeNicky, before that it was DinLuke, before that it was Wangxian and so on and so forth. A comprehensive list would be tedious.

And the HMS Terror, of course.

what's a wip that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I'd like to finish my handful of DinLuke WIPs, but I don't exactly foresee that happening now. I've pretty much moved on (although to be fair once you've been into Star Wars it does become a cornerstone of your personality, a bit like Tolkien). I will try extremely hard to finish the Battle of Yavin Anniversary Gala one, at least.

There's also a Glorestor fic I've had jangling around in my head since 2014, in two different iterations, but when that will ever be actually witten is anybody's guess, lol.

what are your writing strengths?

I'm never good at self-analysis, tbh. I think my prose is pretty good in general, and I'm good at character voice and staying in character. I've been told I'm good at developing well-rounded and enjoyable OCs with very little actual information on the page, so I'll call that a strength because it doesn't detract from the canon characters.

what are your writing weaknesses?

Action: writing punchy, effective scenes that are actually exciting to read is really freaking hard, especially with any form of combat. There are only so many ways to describe a swordfight. Environmental description: people who take three paragraphs to describe a room are fucking insane, I'm sorry, I can use my imagination perfectly well, thanks. Smut: I'm ace so I always feel like a goddamn imposter, despite the fact that I've also never been a freaking Jedi, or I've never been to Renaissance Rome, and yet I'm perfectly fine writing that.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Depends on the context. I am guilty of huge blocks of text in other languages (conlang or not) but I do try and always include interactable footnotes for those. Like idk, learn Italian ya wimps, lmao. I've put whole speeches in Mando'a in Ever Decreasing Circles, and bits and pieces of other languages in Old Guard fic. That said I will always, ALWAYS transliterate if it's a language that doesn't use the Latin alphabet. Never leave that shit unreadable for people. I can't read Mandarin, I can't read Cyrillic, if you put that in the text all I am reading is Charlie Brown adult noises, it's like hitting a brick wall (as much as my transliteration requests constantly annoy the people who help me translate those languages, sorry guys!). Also, unless it's a single word, never use Google translate ever. Always find someone who actually knows those languages and get them to do a quick translation for you. The global nature of fandom shouldn't make it that hard, it's not really an excuse for using Google translate. It'll stop your bilingual readers' eyes from bleeding.

(I did always swear to myself I would never put random endearments in other languages if the characters were speaking English in general... but I've failed miserably at that by now, lmao.)

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Naruto, in like 2007/2008. I never transferred those fics over to Ao3, they're too old and terrible.

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

When I was in the Mo Dao Zu Shi fandom I really wanted to write some Wangxian, but I was far too intimidated by the fandom. A lot of people on Twitter talked about how white people shouldn't be writing any fic for it and I internalised that heavily to the point where I just... didn't. Looking back it was a little silly of me, no one is the sole arbiter of what should and shouldn't be written and what counts is doing research and being respectful, but it's too late now. I have written a little bit of SangCheng now and that's enough for me.

As for the future, who knows? I do not control the hyperfixation.

what's your favourite fic you've written?

Even in Another Time [The Old Guard] and Toccata [Hetalia] (yeah, sue me, I'm still proud of it 12 years later, it still reads well).

Now I get to tag people~

@dangerouscommiesubversive, @wingsofbadass (sorry I make you translate so much stuff), @veradragonjedi, @non-un-topo, @raedear, @maered613 and @ctrldao3.

[dxwnfxll]

Could I request bright, clef and mikell with a reader who's new to the foundation and maybe their kind young, but very smart and talented, and maybe a child parent with the reader and them

Sorry, if the request seems confusing, I'm still learning English!

Alrighty! By child parent i'm guessing you want something where the characters act like readers parent? If not pls do tell me and i'll correct it!

(Edited i forgor the tags💀)

(As always Amar replaces Shaw/Bright)

Here's Amar, Clef and Mikell with reader as their technical parent

Amar

-alright so when you joined it wasn't long till you met the crazy, chaotic and immortal researcher. You two actually met at lunch, you watched as he had been rejected some food and you kindly offered your own. He seemed to really like that and claimed you as his 'friend'

-Jack took notice of how young you are and would crack jokes often about you being kinda 'dumb' for being so young and wanting to work in the worst place imaginable.

-she won't admit it but when they look at you he sees himself, she sees how he once was and feels you need some guidance.

-She started following you around making sure you were safe, of course you were pretty smart and honestly you didn't even really need his help. But no matter how many times you told them that you were fine, she'd wave it off and still follow you around

-Eventually she just started calling you his 'Office child' (kinda like office wife but y'know) you're the closest thing they have to a kid (she's scared to have any now due to their immortality)

-She's also kinda protective of you, especially around more dangerous employees and SCPs. You're talented and smart..not immortal.

-They kind of have to learn to accept one day you're gonna pass away and she will need to learn to accept that, it's hard for him to accept it though and she almost wishes they never went to lunch that day. But then she thinks about everything you've both done together and he's happy to have known you

-Constantly leaning over your shoulder to see what you're doing and will constantly bug you, always throws a lil party for you whenever you get a raise or a promotion

-On the more sadder side though she stays with you as much as he can, if you stay with the foundation till your death as hard as it may be he stays.

-they watch you grow old and still call you their office child, tell you constantly how proud they are of you because they know soon enough you'll pass..

-and when that day comes she literally sneaks out of the Foundation to be there, he doesn't go super close to the funeral but they watch from afar. To give that ol' mysterious vibe so you have people question your funeral (cause they think you would've liked that)

Mikell

-You met Mikell when he was an 05, but y'all didn't exactly meet as 05 and researcher.

-Sometimes Mikell likes to go 'undercover' meaning he'll just dress himself as a researcher and see how a random site he's at is doing.

-He chose the site you work at by complete random and poof there he was, he bumped into you (not literally) as you were leaving a meeting.

-The first thing he noticed was how young you were, then he noticed your badge. You were already a Level 3 while still pretty young. He was kinda impressed, he decided to try and talk to you and y'alls friendship bloomed.

-during his time with being your friend, you reminded him of his son David. Well the old David the David that didn't hate him, and because of that he began to hang out with you a lot.

-He didn't tell you he was an 05 he kinda refused to, it wasn't anything about you but more of..he didn't want you to like freak out or anything

-So he ended up extending his stay at that site for a lil longer, he'd have to do his meetings from his dorm on a computer

-He would follow you around and help out with whatever, he was usually a pretty serious guy so he can just imagine how his family or the 05 would look if they saw him now.

-He never said anything about seeing you like his kid, but his actions were very obvious. He was like a mother hen, if you got injured he'd panik, if there was a breach he'd panik, if you didn't show up to work that day he'd panik

-Honestly kinda ironic how he treats you vs his own son, but i honestly feel he regrets how he treated David. And now he sees this as a do-over..to make amends in a sense? Be the father David deserved to you.

-Eventually all good things come to an end and he has to go back to being an 05, so to do that he has to fake his death..Which leaves you heart broken

-Mikell can't seem to stay away though, feeling bad for leaving you behind sometimes he'll send you little emails or letters with the initials 'M.A' on them

-They usually just detail of how proud he is of you, and even though he can't be seen he's still watching and cheering you on.

Clef

-Clef is already a dad, but sadly he can't *be* a dad if that makes sense.

-You two met during an orientation, you were a new researcher pretty young to. Usually he didn't care about new researchers but when he saw your kind nature similar to Mikell you reminded him of his daughter

-It was almost a lil bit of a delusion at first, like he legit SAW YOU as HIS daughter. He saw Meri not you, but that may have just been him trying to cope with never seeing her again.

-He's extremely protective of you, like if anyone says anything backhanded or rude to you he's right behind them with his ukulele in hand

-"Cover yer' eyes kid" "what? Why?" "Just do it."

-he sometimes lets you wear his hat in his office, he'll even put it on you and ruffle your hair in the process

-and yes eventually he does end up seeing you as y/n and just kinds adopts you? Like even though you're clearly an adult the guy somehow adopted you

-he follows you around sometimes playing his ukulele, He's pretty much your bodyguard/j

-he tells you dad jokes all the time, finally someone other than Draven he can tell them to!

-"hey, hey y/n" "yes Alto?" "What did the horse say after it tripped?" "..." "Help i can't giddyup"

-He's got a whole ass dad book joke somewhere i'm pretty sure

-he tries to stay with you as much as he can in your life, but everyone knows good things come to an end.

-He isn't very open to you by the way, he sees you as his kid and treats you as such. So he tries to keep his past away from you, the only thing with his past you probably know is him being a GOC and 166 being his kid

-Imagine you're in a breach backing away from some SCP, you feel a hand grab your arm and you get yanked behind Clef as he goes gun crazy on the anomaly

- "you've yeed- yer last haw"

Hope you liked this! If i missed anything pls do tell and I'll gladly edit it!

Requests are open! <3 (and i do just about any character)

Until next time!

[direwombat]

WIP MUSIC MONDAY

tagged over the past few weeks by @inafieldofdaisies, @aceghosts, @cassietrn, @socially-awkward-skeleton, and probably a few others (sorry i forgor...)

anyway. i have music now that the c*d brain worms are consuming me. here are 2 songs i'm vibing with for saoirse's relationship with the good captain. also sorry for the mid-to-late 2010s mainstream pop on this, my usual music tastes don't lend themselves to the "pining goobers" vibes these two have

i like to imagine this one is john circa late 2019/early 2020 (or post mw1 and pre mw2) where he's caught feelings and has it baaaaaaaad but has to ship off or is otherwise unable to be in the same city as saoirse

I could have showed you all the scars at the start But that was always the most difficult part See, I'm in love with how your soul's a mix of chaos and art And how you never try to keep 'em apart

I wrote some words and then I stared at my feet Became a coward when I needed to speak I guess love took on a different kind of meaning for me So when I go just know it kills me to leave

To all the stars that light the road Don't ever leave that girl so cold Never let me down, just lead me home

Don't tell me this is all for nothing I can only tell you one thing On the nights you feel outnumbered Baby, I'll be out there somewhere

and from saoirse's pov under the cut (apologies for the t. swift but this song never fails to make me soft for the otps ;w;)

Morning, his place Burnt toast, Sunday You keep his shirt He keeps his word And for once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much But it said enough You kiss on sidewalks You fight and you talk One night he wakes Strange look on his face Pauses, then says You're my best friend And you knew what it was He is in love

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you You can feel it on the way home, way home, you You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love

tagging: @fourlittleseedlings, @jillvalentinesday, @purplehairsecretlair, @adelaidedrubman, @madparadoxum, @voidika, @locustandwildhoney, @testyfestyenthusiast, @strangefable, @alexxmason, @deputyash, @josephslittledeputy, and anyone else wanting to share some music inspiring them (taglist opt in/out post)

[good-beanswrites]

WIP List Game

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

Thanks for tagging me @thepatchycat, this is so fun! Thankfully I just went through my WIP folder to keep things that I'm most currently working on (some go into hibernation until I return to that obsession somewhere along the line, sorry mp100 fics...) so here's a cleaner lineup than usual. I'm one of those people with the worst titles I'm so sorry 😅

A This is something

F Forsythhhh

F Trio thing

F Yeah do more of this

ML Drabbbbbles

ML Overheat?

ML Text thing

Listen, I always forgor which pals have writing planned so please do this if you want! I wanna hear about it >:3 I'll tag @chinchillasinunison @fayesdiary @elegyofthemoon @kyanako5972 @amugoffandoms @lostxmelody @luce-speaks @little-seed @justzosiahere but no pressure!

[man-monsters-and-aliens]

the aliens from the show are difficult, I have a reboot in my head but I'll separate them for hopefully a more digestible read I also haven't seen the show in a long time so my memory is blahhh

General Headcanons

Coverton gives me amphibious vibes, tho I do think those cheek "flaps" are like. gills or something, not exactly. his chrysalis rejuvenation molting whatever is ?? helps keep his skin squishy soft and get rid of skin disease. human equivalent of a "birthday" but he only does it every 6¾ (earth) years, he's also 180 so you do the math for his human age

"Coverton" is not his real name, that's a title, as is "Coverlord" for leader of the interstellar conquering empire

loves a good mocha, I also think he would like boba tea. idk I like to imagine the aliens just trying earth drinks, I'm gonna project more and say he doesn't like soda, or champagne but does appreciate wine. the lemonade he had from the pilot was meh, whatever

from what I understand Sta'abi doesn't have a home anymore? she's a survivor of some horrid giant beast's rampage. at some point she left her planet to join an interspecies group of warriors that travel the stars, which has some association to the Coverlord Empire. so her position under this council of warriors is.. a monster hunter

her favourite kind of food is from the sea, enjoys shellfish & cephalopods the most (because her usual hunt is on land, seafood is fancy). she likes to dance despite not being very elegant, but her priority is "the mission" which excludes "having fun" (tho her idea of fun is tag)

Sqweep's skin is like. dry slime. or putty texture. she is like a sterilised marshmallow if that makes any sense. smells like roasted walnuts or a burnt almond cookie

Reboot Headcanons

concept art I love better than the og + sketches of inspired slight redesign from my ig (and a drawing I forgor)

Coverton's legs are pretty weak compared to even the average of his species, Earth's atmosphere & gravity doesn't help either. so while he can stand, it's only for a brief time, it also fluctuates how long depending on the weather. he'd use his hoverchair or just put the spacesuit on, especially for going outdoors

‌can't stand saltwater, lousy swimmer, afraid of Earth's ocean & easily seasick

‌unlike show canon, his telekinesis is artificial & enhanced with technology

weighs like a bunch of grapes, flexible & hypermobile, near-sighted so he may wear contact lense

he carries out his rejuvenation cycle in a secure chamber, symptoms include excessive sliming ("sweat"), bubbling skin (boils), and flaking (desquamation is just the beginning). like the rest of his species, he was grown in a lab

I honestly have no idea if that's natural hair or a wig lmao

concept art where I'd just combine the best ones imo

Sqweep is a nickname! she gets it from the "eep" sounds she makes when excited or surprised

idk why I feel like she has a hundred or more siblings, not many are close to each other. perhaps several parents too, at least 5

like her parents and grandparents and great grandparents she's a super rich adult scientist that works as part of an interstellar organisation dedicated to protecting life harbouring star systems

a field researcher therefore planetary explorer, her job is to document & study life on Earth

likes romantic comedies, and loves all animals on Earth, but she's allergic to fur, which is devastating

since she does have a face and therefore is able to emote, I think the antenna colour coded light emoting is unnecessary. I'd like to find another place for it in relation to her but not her biology itself. she sparkles instead

pretty sure no bones (therefore no teeth), light as a cloud so a gust of wind could send her off like a tumbleweed, but I feel the density of her own body can regulate itself, depending on certain conditions? covered in fine fuzz, her nubby hands (tentacles?) hold things like itty bitty hooks

can't digest foods unless in the form of fluids, probably likes bland foods tbh. anything too flavorful would make her head explode

y'know maybe her species is. delicious. their "flesh" tastes like space mango, but cotton candy weight & texture 💀

some of the concepts I refer to for the most challenging and frustrating of the alien bunch, and today's look of her as I also went through & played with various designs

this version of Sta'abi is dropped on Earth to manage her "anger issues". her peers decided she needed to chill out, which is coincidentally the same day a vornicarn is brought into the world. as a hunter, she would've killed on sight, but after helping to capture it and being held captive by Area 5X herself, she starts to empathize with and eventually befriend the creature

Coverton eventually gets her to somewhat roam free in the facility and offers her a way off world but only if she helps him with his plans. he's not completely transparent about them and Sta'abi just wants to leave, she's already familiar with the empire he works for so there's some trust in his word

the males of her species have wings? is that canon? I feel like it's canon.. but in modern days they're just for show, can't fly but can glide and catch wind to hover, though only for so long as they're mostly small

none of these concept art belong to me btw if that wasn't obvious I just took them from the wiki

came from the only egg that survived the initial meteor crash & wasn't frozen to death, laid dormant and got covered in the antartic ice until global warming exposed it millions of years later (which scientists soon discover but let the monster agents investigate as they have alien consultants)

instead of Link's nose I really hammed up the alien parody for my own indulgence haha (blood cw; initial drawings + non-canon chest bursting)

steals coverton's chocolate either when he's not looking or right in his face, probably doesn't like baths, loves chin/neck scratches & belly rubs (only from Sta'abi)

smells with the tip of his tongue, bipedal & quadrupedal, not great at hearing

skin is scaly like a snake, full of muscle

can and will survive in all extreme environments except the desert? for heat & hydration reasons mayhaps as he can't withstand both at once

some of these may change with time and I'd love to read everyone else's hcs! or how you'd rewrite them perhaps :]

since you made it to the very end you're obligated to tell me your favourite alien 🫵

[autistic-ranpo]

jumping onto the 20 questions for fic authors thing bc im bored <3 (ty @sensitiveheartless for indirectly 'tagging' me)

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

3!

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

6,777 </3

3. What fandoms do you write for?

as of rn, bungo stray dogs and sk8 the infinity!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

dont have enough fics lmao, but in order-

1- paralyzed by the sum of your parts

2- and when you see me i'll be there (i promise you)

3- my heart is buried in venice

(if you know any of the songs these r from ily)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes!!! i get only one or two comments on each fic so they mean the absolute world to me, i love talking with people who liked my writing :)

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

... literally none of them haha i love fluff

maybe my tachigin fic? just bc they still need to sort shit out which has angst potential

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably my renga one!! its super sweet all around its my personal favourite :)

8. Do you get hate on fic?

nope! i'll take barely any kudos over hate any day lmao, the people that do read my fics are absolutely wonderful

9. Do you write smut?

nope!

10. Do you write crossovers?

not yet! i do have a ton of aus tho :3

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope! at least, that im aware of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but it sounds neat

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

... probably renga, they're just so fun to write i love them

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but probably won't?

CHUURAN MASQUERADE BALL!!! also tachigin movie night

16. What are your writing strengths?

i like to think im good at dialogue

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

pacing!!! and characterization in some cases

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

big fan!! though if i do it, its usually in a language im also fluent in (mainly french)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

... on my current ao3? bsd. in my entire life? kotlc.

20. Favourite fic you've written?

definitely my renga one. its only like 500~ words but im super happy with it

tagging!

@autistic-katara @silly-cherries @sorry-i-panicked and any of my other writer mutuals that i forgor <333

[fowlfics]

Ten questions for writers

Thank you so much for the tag, @katia-anyway !

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

At the moment of writing this post, 253!

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

I just broke 700k with my last fic :3c

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Whichever one I'm obsessed with at the moment xD Currently, I am thoroughly within One Piece's grip. Before that, there was BNHA, but I have written for a couple other fandoms in far smaller quantities before.

4. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

I used to! But it became overwhelming fairly soon. Moreover, a lot of the comments I get are simple emojis or "this was cute!" and while i do appreciate them - of course i do! it always brightens my day to see them! - i find myself at a loss as to how to respond. I don't like seeing a chain of my own "thank you!" comments responding in the same way to everyone, and it feels like i'm cheating somehow, like i'm artificially inflating my comments count ajsdhkajh So nowdays I usually only respond if someone asks a question or says something that I feel I can respond to with something more substantial than just a "thank you <3"

5. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge (unless I am forgetting, which is also possible lol)

6. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Oh, yes, plenty! Lemme dig up the receipts. Most notably there was a ton of fic telephones in Fic Fight '22 which I'm still not certain if I've got all of them jotted down xD

Then there was that one Stain & Aizawa & Izuku & Katsuki longfic we had started with (listing in the order on our tracking spreadsheet) Addri, myself, LadyE, Blanc, Sophy, Ryuka and Kooky! We initially started it as a November NaNoWriMo challenge back in 2022 (inspired by the joint Whumptober completionist thing NWA did) and we've got up to 40k before life had caught up xD

OH and of course the NWA Two Perspectives in Feb 2023, where both Brinn and I wrote 11k of the same EraserMic fic (fic 1)(fic 2) each in one person's POV, it was a lot of fun!

Other then those, there might have been instances of me co-writing with someone, but I do not recall them! (my memory is a sieve, if you wrote a fic with me and i forgor pls don't take it personally :crypuddle:)

7. what’s your all-time favourite ship?

There isn't one! I am a notorious multishipper, and I'll ship anything that moves in the vicinity of my current blorbo (cough cough Sabo the Revolutionary and April O'Neil being the. current victim of that)

The ranking of my fav ships switches pretty much hourly, with individual blorbos taking a longer time (it's been a mix of Sabo, Ace, Luffy and Law in any order for the past half a year or so) and fandoms being the slowest to rollover (BNHA to OP pipeline across 4 years)

8. what are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm a speed demon xD You Are Loved (13k) got written over the first four days since my joining of MDL. I prefer to go all-in on a fic idea the moment I think of it!

9. what are your writing weaknesses?

If I let a story idea stagnate, I'll have to wait until I'm in the mood for that particular fic to write it again, and it could take months. I write fast, sure, but it doesn't exactly work if I have no words to put down on the page xD My writing is very motivation-based, which sucks for any kind of a schedule but alas, I deal with it

10. first fandom you wrote for?

Hmm I believe that'd be Danny Phantom! I've written entries for Phannymay back in 2017, but I have since moved those to an alt AO3 account due to the fact that I barely knew english at the time and didn't want those on my record xD

Tagging: @mangogreent @portgas-d-aroace @taizi @swordsmans @ceramicwings hi pookies <3