#fr anon you really thought you did something here

[snovyda]

re: citing a Nazi: Gareth Jones, Holodomor. that bit. the guy only went to the Ukrainian SSR once, on the urging of Nazi propagandists, and personally had a wine and dine with Hitler and Goebbels. it's like three posts down from the anon

Lmaooooooo you really think you did something here, do you? Giving you the benefit of the doubt would be to assume that you are just stupid, and idk how stupid one has to be to say that.

First, Gareth Jones, a Welsh freelance reporter who was in Germany in the early 1930s, reporting on the Nazis coming to power, trying to analyze why it happened and reporting on the nazis beliefs to make the world understand how insane they were, and how horrible their methods were, warning about how dangerous those developments were, for Germany and for the rest of the world. He did interview Hitler and other high ranking pieces of shit at the time, to cite in his reporting. He was very explicitly not a nazi in any way, shape or form.

But thank you for prompting me to read some of his reporting, it's a fascinating look at the era.

Second, I wasn't even citing him - I mentioned him. I don't need to cite a Welsh reporter about something I know about from the actual survivors I grew up around. And from my friends' family stories. And of course there is plenty of academic research, but I wasn't citing any of that.

So no, I was not "citing a nazi". You, however, are showing yourself to lean too close to being either really ignorant, or a fascistic genocide denier.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

one in a million when i watch smthing in the horror genre and don't end up disappointed to/and/or pissed off about it so like "also yeah i liked it. ooo" is like relative to that an off the charts rave review of media of the millennium. also i did think about mh a lot along the way so would recommend its affect/effect if you like mh's horror too

[solxamber]

Not sure if this is allowed since I just recently requested it, and you recently posted it, but if you want to, can you make a part two to the rollo fic? He got me kicking my feet giggling and blushing just like yuu fr...

Rollo Flamme x Reader

part 1: here

rollo anon i hope this is what you wanted, if not, let me know 🫡

Dating Rollo turned out to be… oddly wholesome. You had braced yourself for awkwardness, tension, maybe even a lecture on the dangers of magic every time you held hands, but instead, Rollo was... incredibly considerate. And to your low, dirt-floor standards, he was absolutely killing it.

Take your first “official” date. He’d invited you to the library—yes, the library—because, in his words, “What could be more stimulating than expanding one’s knowledge together?” You almost choked on your tea when he said it, but you went along. And honestly? It was kinda sweet.

Rollo arrived, dressed impeccably as always, with a bouquet of non-lethal flowers. That alone had your heart skipping several beats. “I thought you might appreciate something... symbolic,” he said, handing them over with a proud smile. “They represent thoughtfulness.”

You blinked, staring down at the very normal flowers in awe. Thoughtful flowers? For you? From a guy who wasn’t trying to actively ruin your life? The bar was so low, and yet here he was, cartwheeling over it like some sort of overachieving gymnast.

“Wow, Rollo, these are... perfect,” you said, genuinely touched. “No one’s ever gotten me something so thoughtful before.”

Rollo blinked, genuinely confused. “Really? No one?”

You shrugged, smiling awkwardly. “Nope. This is... new.”

That seemed to light a little spark in his eyes, like he’d just been given a new challenge. “Well then,” he said, voice soft but resolute, “I’ll have to make sure this becomes a regular occurrence.”

Cue you, nearly melting into a puddle of feelings on the library floor.

And it didn’t stop there. The smallest things he did were, in your mind, the epitome of romance. Like when he held the door open for you, or how he always poured your tea first. Or the time he walked you home just to make sure you got back to Ramshackle safely, even though you both knew you were probably safer from harm than anyone else on campus.

“You really didn’t have to walk me all the way,” you mumbled, feeling giddy but trying to play it cool.

Rollo, ever the gentleman, gave a small, approving nod. “It’s only right to ensure your safety. Besides, it’s a pleasant walk.”

Pleasant?! Rollo, this was practically a marriage proposal in your eyes.

Then there was the time you’d been casually talking about books (because apparently, that was your new thing now—having intelligent conversations), and Rollo mentioned offhandedly, “I’ve taken the liberty of requesting a copy of that novel you were interested in. I thought we could read it together.”

You nearly short-circuited. He remembered what you liked? He went out of his way to get it for you? NRC was full of selfish jerks who’d trip over themselves for extra homework help, and here was Rollo—an actual prince among men—doing something so simple and thoughtful that you had to excuse yourself to go scream into a pillow later that night.

One time, you were walking around the gardens, and Rollo gently draped his coat over your shoulders because it was chilly. It was such a normal, nice thing to do, but your brain, ruined by years of absolute chaos, could barely comprehend it.

You gave him a grateful smile, heart practically bursting. “Thanks. That’s really sweet of you.”

Rollo tilted his head, eyebrow raised. “Sweet? It’s just practical. You were cold.”

Sure, maybe it was practical, but the only practical things you were used to involved someone stopping Grim from lighting things on fire. The sheer normalcy of this kind of care was borderline magical.

When you got to the front steps of Ramshackle, you expected him to say goodnight and leave, but instead, he lingered for just a moment. “I hope you’ll join me for tea again soon,” he said, his voice soft but sincere.

You nodded, heart doing somersaults. “Yeah, definitely. Tea sounds... great.”

And then, in a move so simple yet so devastatingly perfect, he reached out and gently took your hand in his, squeezing it lightly before stepping back. “Goodnight,” he said, turning to leave with that cool, composed demeanor of his.

Meanwhile, you stood there, practically vibrating with excitement because, holy hell, he held your hand.

Rollo, in his usual intense way, probably thought he was just being courteous, doing the bare minimum of politeness. But to you? This was peak romance. No deadly plants, no chaos, no magic explosions—just... a nice guy, treating you like a person.

And honestly? That was more than enough.

Masterlist

[python333]

I love your writings sm. And I love the way you write platonic stuff with task force 141 😋

You can ignore this if ya want but I just can't get over reader angst. Honestly atp I starve for angst. Could you feed us another angst fic? Like platonic 141 with a reader where she maybe got pretty badly injured while being on a mission? :3

AND. don't forget to stay hydrated and eat well!! Take any breaks you need 😌.

(sorry if this doesn't make sense English is not my native language 🥲)

below zero — python333

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synopsis u get thrown into a freezer after refusing to give up intel to enemy soldiers, and u get thrown into a freezer, and ghost comes and saves u :3

relationships platonic!ghost & gn!reader.

characters ghost.

word count 5.2k

warnings hypothermia, disorientation, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note hi anon thank u so much for all the compliments!!! before i say anything else, i wanna point out that i 1) only really wrote ghost into this and 2) literally read the request completely wrong and i think im actually just illiterate because how did i mess up this bad. ALSO hi its been a month since i posted on here i swear i'm still alive i'm just super busy with school!! updates are going to be extremely slow, so i apologize in advance. still, i hope u enjoy it anyways tho!! its all hurt/comfort + angst/fluff + protective/soft ghost :3

When you were thrown into the freezer, the first thing you noticed were the bodies. 

There’s ten that you can immediately see, and twelve once you look a little bit closer. All of them are suspended from the ceiling, each hanging from their ankle—with said ankle being held up by a meat hook. 

When the door had been closed shut with a loud, booming thump you hadn’t felt any immediate fear. But now, as you’re sitting in the corner of the freezer you’d been trapped in—the corner farthest away from any bodies—that fear is starting to set in.

Before this, only a few minutes ago, you were being interrogated. Your captors were asking for information on the details of any upcoming missions, objectives, target locations, anything that you had about the 141 that you could share with them, they wanted. 

Of course, you didn’t say anything. You remained silent throughout the entire thing, not talking once, even when at the end of the whole thing your interrogator slammed his hand down onto the table you were sat down in front of and yelled at you to say anything. 

When he and his team figured out that you wouldn’t give them any information, you remember he muttered something unintelligible under his breath and swiftly walked over to your end of the table. He had uncuffed your ankles from the legs of the chair you were sitting down on and uncuffed your wrists from the table, and before you could fight back, he grabbed both of your wrists with one hand and dragged you behind him. 

Then, he led you to the freezer you were trapped in now, and threw you in roughly before shutting the door behind you. You had hit and scratched at the door for a good minute after being thrown in, and after you figured that it was a waste of time trying to do so, you sighed and retired to the corner.

Now, as you’re huddled in the corner, you kind of regret not giving them the intel they needed. 

The freezer wasn’t too bad at first—you thought you’d last pretty long in there, and mentally called all the dead bodies hung from meat hooks in there pussies and simply walked around for a bit. The walking helped warm you up a bit, but soon it got tiring, and you retired to the corner farthest away from any dead bodies. 

You think the freezer is below zero degrees—no, has to be below zero, because now, just about five minutes after being thrown in, violent shivers have started to wrack your body and you swear you can’t feel your lips anymore. You haven’t been able to feel any sort of warmth in the past four minutes, all of it disappearing within the first. 

And God, the smell. The smell of frozen, rotting flesh really isn’t something you ever want to smell again. Thankfully, there’s no live flies in the freezer—all of them had died of the severe cold, creating small black circles under each hanging body where they died. 

You currently have your knees up to your chest with your hands trapped in between your thighs to try and keep them warm at least, with your forehead resting on the top of one of your knees. It’s working, kind of. The palms and backs of your hands feel just warm enough to not be considered cold, but the tips of your fingers are so cold they’re beginning to burn. 

You pull them back a bit to trap your fingertips in between your thighs, exposing the area where your wrist and hand meet to the cold, sighing as your fingertips warm up just a bit. Your thighs, thankfully, still have some heat trapped in between them, and you think your stomach is still somewhat warm. 

Around ten minutes later, you feel the heat trapped in your thighs start to dissipate. Fucking fantastic. You sigh and let your head tilt back, the back of it hitting the wall behind you, making you wince at the cold metal directly on your head. The cold seems to crawl through your hair and make it to your scalp, small pinpricks of the cold spreading throughout your scalp and the back of your neck. 

You’re reminded of just how cold it is then, of how this is quite literally a freezer, and of how said freezer has already claimed twelve lives. Or, at least, has housed twelve dead bodies and several unfortunate flies.

Just then, the fear finally starts to set in. 

At first, you weren’t all too worried about being saved—you figured you’d be found soon enough, since your team has a general idea of where you are. But the more you think about it, the more your brain emphasizes the general part of general idea. You start to think about how they don’t know any specifics. 

Sure, they know that you were captured, and that you were being held in some small part of Italy, and the people who captured you—but what did they know beyond that? Did they know your exact location? How long would it take them to figure it out? And how long would it take them to get here? 

Would you even be alive by the time they got here, if they ever did?

You notice your teeth starting to make an annoying chattering noise and you bite down to stop them. The violent shivers that wrack your body don’t help, the intense trembling only succeeding in making you more anxious. You start to become hyper aware of the cold that crawls onto your back from the freezing metal you’re leaning back on, and you quickly push yourself just a foot away from it so that it no longer bothers you. 

Your feet are starting to feel numb, you don’t think you’d be able to stand on them anymore if you tried, for you fear you’d just stumble and fall down. You look around the small freezer. There’s nothing that could help you get out—there’s only the bodies suspended from the ceiling and the dead flies that surround them. 

You’re glad none of the bodies are facing you—you don’t know what you would do if you had to sit in the corner with a bunch of dead bodies staring at you with their vacant, frozen-over eyes. Thinking about the eyes makes your own water, and you blink away the small tears that’ve gathered on your waterline. 

You can’t feel them, but you see the tears that were once in your eyes now clumping together on your eyelashes, making your brows furrow. With them starting to cling to your eyelashes comes blurriness for the top half of whatever you can see. You sigh, a white puff of condensation hanging in the air as evidence of your exhale, and move your hand out from in between your thighs to wipe away the tears from your lashes haphazardly. 

You don’t bother to put your hand back in between your thighs, instead just resting it on top of your knee. Despite it only having been around fifteen minutes since you were thrown into the freezer, you’re starting to feel more fatigued and your breath slows down significantly, as does your heartbeat. 

Another ten minutes of doing nothing but staring at the wall opposite of your own pass by, and disorientation is starting to set in. You feel oddly forgetful—like at times, you forget how you even got into the freezer, and have to wrack your brain to remember that you literally got thrown into it and are now trapped in here until someone rescues you. Assuming they do. Who was it that would even rescue you? 

You think long and hard for a few seconds, and can scrounge up nothing from your confused mind. You let out a frustrated huff and let your head tilt and fall forward so that your forehead is resting atop your knee, another shiver ripping through your frame. It almost feels like it’s getting colder in the fridge. 

Suddenly, you hear a loud banging noise—albeit, it sounded more muffled to your ears, but you could tell it was loud—and guns being fired. 

You can’t really tell when the gunfire dies down, but you can tell when the thumping of someone’s boots grows louder and closer to the door of the freezer. You try to stand up, not really knowing why since you’re in no condition to fight, having been in a freezer for about forty minutes, but you still attempt to. 

You find that standing is extremely difficult after practically being frozen alive for the past forty minutes, because as soon as you try to even push yourself off of the ground with your shaky hands, you discover that you aren’t even strong enough to push yourself up a single inch before having to stop. As well as that, you find that the ground is just as freezing as the walls and air of the freezer, because your hands now ached with frostbite. 

The action causes an unexpected wave of exhaustion to roll over you, and you pant to try and catch your breath, breathing white puffs of condensation out into the air. 

You hear a loud bang against the door, and jump at the sound, your head whipping towards the door. You hear another loud noise, and the confused fog that’s taken over your mind only grows thicker, your disorientation only growing stronger with it. The room feels like it’s spinning, and the feeling reminds you of a word, and you know what the word is, but fuck, why don’t you know it at the same time? Why can’t I remember anything? 

There’s another bang, and you hear muffled cursing before suddenly the door bursts open, a man wearing a skull mask stumbling in after it does so—he probably ran into it to open it, you think, watching the man get his balance back. He looks around for a moment before his eyes land on you, and the moment they do, you finally remember something. 

That’s Ghost. 

Somewhere in your confusion-clouded mind, you’re happy that you’ve finally remembered something. But right now, you can’t really think about anything—your mind is blank, and you can barely even process what you’re seeing. 

You’re so caught up in thinking about the fact that you aren’t really thinking, you’re just focusing a little more on whatever’s going on in your mind and not actually retaining any of it, that you don’t even notice Ghost rushing towards you and kneeling down right next to you. 

He pauses for a moment, but after a second he makes the decision to put one hand behind your back and snake one under your legs, the warm physical touch making you wince. Not that you didn’t like the warmth—you just didn’t like the sudden temperature change beneath your knees and across your back.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Ghost grunts as he picks you up, one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifting you up into a sort of bridal carry. He nearly drops you because of how cold your skin is—for a moment he thinks your back and legs are wet, then he realizes that no, they aren’t wet, you’re just really fucking cold. 

He takes a moment to make sure you’re secure in his arms before tilting his head to the side, all the way down to his shoulder, and muttering something into his earpiece. Despite being so close to him, his voice only sounds muffled to you—in all honesty, just about everything is starting to sound more muffled to you. You can only tell he’s done talking because he lifts his head back up and readjusts his arms around you, before walking out the busted-open door. 

The walking quickly turns into running, which then turns into sprinting, making your surroundings go blurry and makes your vertigo worse—it almost feels like you’re falling. You’re grateful you haven’t eaten anything in the past few hours, because you fear that if you had, you would’ve thrown it all up by now. All you can see are blurred colors—the hallways, you vaguely remember, because I’m in a building. How’d I even get here? Why am I here? You’re pulled out of your confused thoughts when you’re set down on the ground somewhere, and forced into a lying position with your limbs all outstretched. When you slowly blink up at what you thought was the ceiling, you’re both surprised and not surprised when you see the blue-black night sky. 

Not sure of what’s going on, you try to get up, but Ghost quickly pushes you back down, muttering something under his breath. He pauses for a moment, his blurred figure stopping any and all movements, before he suddenly picks you back up, making you wince at the way your head spins at the sudden movement. You hear a quiet, muffled—but clearer than before—’sorry’ from Ghost before he’s running again. 

It’s a much shorter distance this time, and instead of immediately setting you down, you hear something click and suddenly you hear another muffled voice. They sound concerned, you mentally note, Or maybe confused. Maybe both, actually. No yeah, definitely both. Well, now just concerned. Or maybe that’s confused. 

Caught up in your confused thoughts, you don’t realize that you’re being set down on a few comfy seats. You aren’t pulled away from your own thoughts until you feel two warm hands cupping either side of your jaw, and hear Ghost’s oddly distressed voice becoming more clear by the second. You now acknowledge the weird ringing in your ears that almost drown out the sound of Ghost, and struggle to figure out what he’s saying through the annoying noise. 

“—something,” You catch the end of Ghost’s sentence, and blink up at him slowly. 

“Huh?” You elegantly ask, coughing and wincing at your hoarse voice, not knowing how it got so hoarse—or why it hurt so much to talk. Your throat almost felt like it was burning, but it also felt oddly numb, a sensation you couldn’t quite put a name on. 

“Oh my god,” Ghost sighs, his forehead falling onto your chest momentarily as he takes a few deep breaths. He brings his head back up from your chest and says, “I almost thought you were dead when I got in there. Jesus, you look dead. I need to— I need to get something, a blanket or— why the fuck don’t we carry any heat packs or anything in here? Swear to God, I’m gonna—” You don’t pay too much attention to Ghost’s panicked ranting and shift your head to the side to try and look at where you are, and you discover that you’re in a car. Oh. Cool. You spot the door on the passenger seat’s side still open and swinging a bit, as if it’d been opened quickly just a few moments earlier for someone to quickly get out. 

Ghost suddenly backs up and gets out of the car, though staying within a foot of it, looking around for a moment before heading to the back of the car. Your head clears up the tiniest bit, just enough for you to be able to assume that he’s heading to the back of the car to get to the trunk for whatever reason, and you simply lie there on the seat cushions. 

A few seconds later, Ghost comes back with a somewhat-fluffy jacket, and carefully gets into the car—half kneeling down so that he doesn’t need to lean on the seats to get to you. He tosses the coat over your chest, and it does absolutely nothing at first, at least not until Ghost gets a bit closer and tucks the coat tighter around you, treating it like a blanket. Then, it starts to warm you up just the tiniest bit. Beyond that, it does absolutely nothing. But props to Ghost for at least trying. 

He quickly backs out of the car and once he’s out he closes the door behind him, and you want to get up for a moment, just to go see what he’s doing, but you don’t have to. He gets into the car again, this time in the driver’s seat, and he turns on the ignition. Once the car rumbles to life, he immediately turns up the heat and leans over to the passenger seat’s side in order to close the door, and with a grunt he manages to do so. 

The newfound heat makes you shiver, and it almost feels like you’re in a microwave defrosting. Distracted by the sudden temperature change, you don’t pay attention to what Ghost is saying into his earpiece as he glances out the front window of the car and back at you. You simply tug the jacket tighter around your torso and relish in the warmth. 

“—ay. So we’ll just leave then, and you’ll be fine?” You pick up from Ghost’s conversation, perking up at the mention of leaving, “Copy that, Captain. I’ll get them back to base.”

‘Captain’—Oh, he’s talking to Price—says something that makes Ghost sigh exasperatedly and take his index finger off of his earpiece, instead settling both of his hands on the steering wheel of the car and stealing one last glance at you before setting his eyes on the gravel ahead of him and pushing down on the gas pedal.

— 

When you wake up, you’re significantly warmer than you were… however-long-it’s-been-ago. 

You look to your left and see nothing but a white wall and a heart rate monitor—which displays that your heart rate is 115—then to your right, where you see Ghost sitting in a plastic chair close to the bed you’re laying in, eyes closed with his head tilted to the side and resting on his own shoulder.

You don’t bother trying to wake him up, not knowing how long he’s been asleep or how much sleep he’s gotten, and instead simply turn your head back to stare up at the ceiling. 

After maybe five minutes of zoning out and staring up at the ceiling, you hear clothes rustling and look back over to your right, seeing Ghost start to stir in his sleep. Just a few seconds later, he stirs awake, slowly blinking his eyes open. 

You watch silently as he blinks the sleep out of his eyes, and he breathes in sharply through his nose before looking over at you and seeing you staring at him wordlessly. You both blink at each other for a long, awkward moment before he speaks. 

“… Did you, uh… how was your… rest?” Ghost asks, not sure what to say. What exactly do you say, after saving one of your teammates from potential death?

“Good,” You respond, your throat having an odd, small burning sensation when you talk. 

Ghost looks like he’s holding back a few words for a moment after you speak, and after one expectant look from you, he mumbles, “You should really say ‘well’ or ‘fine’ instead. It’d be more grammatically accurate and is more grammatically aligned with the verb ‘rest’.” 

“… Okay?” You blink, thrown off by the unexpected information, “I’ll, uh… keep that in mind, next time someone asks me how my rest was.” 

“You get asked that often?” 

“I only get asked that by you.” 

“Ah.” Ghost nods, looking off to the side for a moment. You’d think he was your dad and you’d just asked him how babies were made with how awkward he was, and you honestly expected the next words out of his mouth to be ‘when a man and a woman love each other very much’ before he hesitantly asks, “D’you feel better? After the whole being-trapped-in-a-freezer… experience?” 

“Experience?” You question, a light laugh evident in your voice, “Yeah, I feel better. I like being warm more than, y’know, being frozen alive. Laying down in a warm bed is nice.”

“I didn’t know how else to phrase it,” Ghost huffs out, leaning back in his seat. 

“So you’re gonna correct me on my grammar but you can’t think of a better word than ‘experience’?” 

“Don’t get smart with me, [c/n].” 

“I’m just saying,” You shrug lightly, wincing a little when your shoulders ache as you do. Ghost notices this and his eyes narrow, but he doesn’t mention it. 

“Then stop trying to sass me.” 

“Sass you? Jesus, fuck, don’t talk to me like I’m some preteen who just found out that they can talk back to their parents.” 

“Isn’t that what you are, though?” 

“No, I’m— you know what? Fuck you. Get out. I hate you. You suck.” 

“That’s a colorful choice of words to say to the man who saved your life,” Ghost raises an eyebrow at you, “I’m still waiting for my ‘thank you’, by the way.” 

“Don’t care, you’re never getting it,” You say stubbornly, making Ghost sigh and stand up. You look up at him as he stands up and try to sit up in your bed, but wince again when you try to move your arms. Still, you attempt to push yourself up, and only relax your weak joints and lay back down when Ghost presses a gentle hand to your shoulder to get you to stop trying to sit up. 

“Don’t,” He warns softly—you didn’t know his voice could get that soft—as he pushes you back down, “Medics said you’re to keep laying down for a bit while you warm up. We’ve gotta wait until your BPM is below a hundred before letting you up.” 

“That’s stupid,” You huff out, though not fighting Ghost pushing you back down. 

“It’s not stupid,” Ghost lightly chastises you, “It’s doctor’s orders. Once your BPM is below a hundred, we’ll know you’re warmed up enough to start gettin’ up and walking around.” 

“… Still stupid,” You grumble, not commenting on the way Ghost’s hand lingers on your shoulder even after you’ve already laid back down. Ghost sighs and kneels down so that his shoulders are level with the railing of your bed. 

“You’re too stubborn.” 

“I’m not.” 

“Yes you are.” 

“No I’m not!” Your light arguing only proves Ghost’s point further, and he knows this, the knowledge of it making him snicker quietly. 

“Uh huh. Sure, kid,” He begins to retract his hand from your shoulder, but upon seeing the disappointment that immediately seeps into your expression once he even barely begins to lift his hand from your shoulder, he immediately lets it rest right back onto your shoulder. 

You both sit in silence for another few moments before Ghost speaks up again, this time a bit quieter and in that same soft tone he’d used earlier, “I tried to get to you quicker. But we needed some time to get your exact location, and when we found it we were a hundred and sixty klicks away, and it was just—it took us… some time to find you.” 

“It’s fine. I understand,” You respond, about to shrug but stopping yourself, not wanting to feel that aching in your shoulders again, “I don’t even know how I let myself get captured, that— that’s probably on me.” 

“You didn’t let yourself get captured, you just did.” 

“Well…”

“Well, what?” 

“I don’t know, I just—” You take a deep breath before continuing slowly, “I didn’t let myself get captured, but I also didn’t do enough to fight against it, so I feel like technically—” 

“Fuck the technicalities about how you got captured, you got captured either way, and you got thrown into a freezer,” Ghost cuts you off, talking quickly, before sighing and continuing in a softer voice once again, “Please, just let me try to be somewhat comforting for once. You know I’m bad at this, and that I never do this. So just… don’t talk about what happened like that, if not for your own mental health’s sake, at least for my attempts at making you feel better.” 

You open your mouth to say something else but ultimately close your mouth and let out a deep sigh through your nose, not saying anything, letting Ghost continue to talk. 

“I, for whatever reason, feel… very oddly bad for you,” Ghost poorly explains, before pausing to think for a moment then rephrasing, “Not… not as in I pity you, but as in I feel bad for you in a way that I feel like I’m at fault for what you went through even though I know I’m not at fault. It’s like empathy but… worse. Not saying empathy is bad to begin with, but this is like if empathy was bad and it became worse and—” 

Ghost cuts himself off with silence and lets out a frustrated huff at his inability to put his feelings into words, and tries again, “I feel bad for you in a way that I don’t know what exactly you felt or how you felt in the moment that you were in that freezer but just the idea of you being in there without me for… I’m assuming an entire hour, if not longer, makes me feel like I failed. I don’t know what I failed at—”

Ghost quickly pauses before sighing and continuing, “Actually, no, I do. I feel like I failed at protecting you. Which is strange, because that’s technically not my job, but I felt—and still feel—obligated to protect you especially and that bothers me. Not bothers me in a sense that I don’t like you or the thought of… protecting you, but bothers me in the sense that I’m not supposed to feel like that. No amount of teasing, or borderline bullying, or anything should’ve ever made me feel obligated to think of you like— like— like…” Ghost trails off, leaving you wondering what he meant to say. He stays silent for a few moments, before you try to fill in for him. 

“Like… what, a kid?” You offer, watching him shake his head negatively. You think for another moment, before trying again, “… Like your kid?” 

Ghost nods affirmatively, hesitantly, and you want to scoff at the hesitation. 

“And what, that’s bad to you?” You ask, your words more venomous than you intended. Ghost sighs and nonverbally shakes his head negatively before responding to you.

“Not bad in the way you’re thinking,” He answers, before elaborating upon seeing your confused expression, “It’s bad not because you’re bad, it’s bad because I’m bad.” 

“… No you’re not?” 

“Yes, I am.” 

“No, you’re really not,” You insist stubbornly. 

“Please don’t be stubborn with me on this,” His tone makes it sound like he’s almost begging you, which is… somehow beyond terrifying to think about.  

“I’m not being stubborn, I’m being honest, you’re really not.” 

“But I am,” He sounds like he’s trying to make his tone sound like there’s no room for any further arguments, but he fails, and you continue to argue with him. 

“No you’re not!” The whole conversation feels like a parallel to the one you’d both been having just a few minutes earlier, except this time you’re not giving up as easily, “How are you bad?” 

“I’m—” Ghost pauses for a moment, not having expected that argument, and he weakly argues, “I just am!” 

“You’re not, and you fucking know it!” 

“Okay, well—” Ghost sighs and looks away from you, “You might not think so. That’s fine. But I know I am. If not for anything else, for you. I’d be… terrible as any sort of… I don’t know, role model to you.” 

“Jokes on you, you’re already a role model to me.” 

“I’m being serious.” 

“So am I,” You raise an eyebrow at him, “You aren’t a terrible role model. A little emo, sure, but not terrible.” 

“I’m emotionally and mentally unstable, and am terrible with empathy. I’m blunt, abrasive more than half the time, and I tell the shittiest jokes known to man. I can’t— I don’t show my face to anyone. I expect everyone to act the way I want them to. I’m almost always busy.” 

“At least you’re self-aware,” You brush off, “And, for the record, I don’t know what abrasive means and I can’t tell empathy from sympathy without using Google.” 

Ghost looks back at you in disbelief and stares for a moment before saying quietly, “Abrasive means harsh. And empathy is showing understanding for others while sympathy is pity.” 

“I also like your shitty jokes,” You add on, “I think they’re great. They make everyone else mad so I like them. And some of them are funny.” 

“You find them funny?” 

“Yeah?” 

“That’s…” Ghost blinks at you, eyes a little watery, before huffing out a small laugh, “That’s ridiculous, none of them are funny. I call them shitty for a reason.” 

“Some of them are pretty funny.” 

“Oh yeah? Like what?” 

“The Mayflower one.” 

“… That one?” Ghost asks, tone humorous but still disbelieving, “Out of all the ones I’ve told, that one?” 

“Yes, that one,” You insist, before pausing and holding back a smile while tacking on, “Unless you wanna tell it again to try and change my mind?” 

Ghost thinks for a moment before telling the joke, “If April showers bring May flowers, what do Mayflowers bring?” 

You feign cluelessness for a moment, “What do they bring?” 

“Pilgrims.” The bluntness of the delivery makes you quietly snicker, much to Ghost’s surprise, the laugh not forced or anything. 

“It’s still good,” You sigh, small giggles still escaping your lips. 

“It’s really not,” Ghost sighs, finally retracting his hand from your shoulder to settle it on the railing of your bed and use it to help himself stand up. Once he fully stands up, he looks down at you, and one look at your face makes him want to whisk you out of bed and at least hug you, but he knows he can’t with your sore muscles and still-somewhat frozen skin. 

Instead, he opts for grabbing one of your hands gently and giving it a very emotionally charged squeeze, and holding it for another few moments before letting go. 

“I’m not forgetting that, by the way,” At Ghost’s confused eyes, you tack on, “You confirming earlier that you think of me as your kid.” 

“That—” Ghost stammers for a moment before saying, “That was barely a confirmation, that was just— that was nothing.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yes. Yeah. Yep.” 

“So if I told you that you saying that that was nothing is making me a little bit upset…” 

“… Then I would say, out of pity, that I did mean it and that it was a confirmation.” 

“Good to know,” You nod. 

“But that’s only a hypothetical.” 

“Right, yeah, of course.” 

You both stay silent for another moment, the silence now a little less awkward, before Ghost says, “I’m gonna, uh… head out, now.” 

“Alright,” You hum simply, watching as Ghost nods to you as a sort of ‘bye’ before heading towards the curtains in front of your bed. 

Before he can exit, you quickly and quietly say, “Thank you, for saving me.” 

He pauses, a little confused on why you chose now to thank him—and why you thanked him at all—until he quickly recalls earlier in the conversation when he’d mentioned expecting some words of gratitude. 

He smiles behind his mask, the smile evident in his voice as he replies to you, “No problem.”

[luffyvace]

Her brook Idk if your req are closed so read this at your convenience 🙏

I wanted to ask for a male harpy reader strawhat hc or if not just hc with luffy, more specifically based off a bird with heavy feathers like a snowy owl cause I’d love to imagine that he complains about the heat a lot and wonders why he’s sweating more then usual but it’s just luffy hugging his legs cus he’s so soft

Love your work brook 🙏☺️

nope! Still open lovely anon<3

when I tell you I did NOT know what a harpy was 🤦‍♀️ I had to do research for accuracy 😅😋

but don’t worry it’s all good I’ll be more than happy to do your request!

I’m telling you right here right now luffy would most definitely be interested in a reader like this!! You know how many unique animals and such he tried to recruit into the crew that weren’t even human?? 😂💗

and thank you!! I’m so happy you enjoy my headcanons :) that makes me very happy!

Okay I’m just saying…….like chopper…if you look more animal than human….his first thought is to eat you

”you think he tastes good?” 😋

😭😭

IT JUST IS !!

moving on…♡

He thinks your wings are really cool

I mean a 6.5 ft wing span…….I do too!!

definitely wanted to measure them to check after he learned that

to which he got himself wrapped up in the measuring tape

Both you and luffy eat “strange” animals

such as sloths, monkeys, porcupines, squirrels, opossums, armadillo’s, anteaters and sometimes parrots…..other birds too 😋🍴

No animal is safe 😭

every island you go to the two of you immediately start scouting for whatever variety of yummy foods you could find

”I’ve got news for you two—normal people don’t eat those animals”

- Nami ♡

it taste absolutely delicious to you!!

honestly you probably got Luffy into eating them

which so funny because he already loves eating all types of weird things

which is probably why he was so easy to convince him to eat it too

like he would normally see a monkey and go oh cool a monkey!

but now….😈😈

not all the time tho

mostly when he’s hungry

……….so I guess I lied, yes all the time 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

he saw you eating a armadillo with some sloth on the side and was like

oooo I gotta try that 🤪🤪

you might dislike for cats seeing as though a harpy’s predator is a jaguar

Least baby harpy’s anyway…

still! 😠

it’s good for you that the sunny is big once y’all upgrade from merry

it has plenty of rooms with shade for you, since a harpy’s natural habitat is rainforests

and they mainly stay in the shade anyway :)

franky probably had a room built that simulates a rainforest for your comfort 💕

like how he simulated the grass

once Luffy found out harpy’s are rare to find and you found the tori tori no mi - model: harpy- it was pretty much settled for you to join the crew :)

like he loves rare stuff!

it’s like treasure!

and you know darn well a pirate will fight for his treasure! 😼

you use your high pitch bird call to reunite the strawhats whenever you guys get separated (which is like- every time you go on an adventure 😀 besides the point-)

it’s loud enough and ranges far enough to the point where it’s more efficient than yelling

very much so comes in handy when your in danger too

also not to mention luffy is 100% gonna wanna fly on your back since you have wings

he probably won’t even ask

he’ll just rocket onto your back while your flying one day and refuse to get off cuz it’s fun

it likely ends with him spotting something cool, telling you to go over to it and getting you two into trouble

just be ready for the

😬😁 ✊😠 💥💥 😖😓

sequence again

flying also comes in handy when saving the strawhat’s BUTT!

You and Robin like 🦅🦅

LOLLL

but no fr you literally just swoop in and save the day 🦸

SUPERRRRRRR M/N!! *super man pose* better yet *franky pose*

Zoro will also appreciate it if you catch him while falling because I swear that man is always getting smacked around-

same with Nami 🧡

another time

Robin was stating facts about harpy’s when the strawhats first met you, and you were confirming

she mentioned that they typically lived 35-45 years (but she was talking about the ANIMAL.)

Luffy—of course—mistook this

“WHAAAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME OUR NEW NAKAMA’S GONNA DIE SOON?!”

*Nami steps in*

”CALM DOWN IDIOT THATS NOT WHAT SHE SAID!!” 💥💥

“……..and besides..! M/n���s not an animal! He’s still a person you know?! Sheesh…..of course he’s gonna live the lifespan of a human”

Sanji will of course cook any animal of your request into your meal

if it’s more nutritious for you—then certainly he’ll do so!

he always prioritizes nutritional value in his meals, and thats different for everybody!

Luffy however….he will get annoyed with 😂

”GO AWAY STUPID *kicks across room* YOU DONT NEED THIS TO SURVIVE! THIS IS FOR M/N!”

your like one of the few men in his life Sanji doesn’t hate

okay I know that was more harpy facts related so now I’ll get into the scenario you mentioned 😅💗

Luffy uses you for warmth in the winter (all the strawhats do)

like chopper ;P

especially with your large and soft wings

”M/n…spread your wings out..we need your warmth..”

-Zoro

you’ve been complaining about the heat all day

You felt like you were ON FIRE.

like seriously?! What was gon on today?!

it’s not like birds need to shed……so why are you burning up!??

”mmmm…your so warm M/n!”

”LUFFY?!”

”shishishishishi!”

”no wonder I felt heavier than usual!! Get off me Luffy!”

”awwhhhh WHYYYYYY?”

”what?! Why?! Because I’m burning up! I already have all these feathers! You’ve got to get off of me Luffy!”

*whines* “but mmmmm/nnnnnn! Your so waaaarrrrm!”

*sighs and face palms* *attempts to pry him off*

“noooooo m/nnnnnn! I don’t waaaaanna get ooofff!!”

Luffy practically had you in a literal choke hold

he was not about to let you go.

and you know he’s got himself wrapped alllllll the way around 😂😂

once again thank you for the compliment my dear!!

Hopefully I did your hcs justice and that you enjoyed them! <3

[irishmammonagenda]

Hii!! 🧚‍♀️It's Wee Emo anon 🍾

Really liked your last work, so here i am again

Can i request brothers reaction on MC who cry over small things?

Like they see little kitten on the street and - WHOOP! - they're bubbling sobbing mess

I'm kinda can't cry (sounds dramatic lol) and wanna MC to feel it instead of me 😬

Love your works, keep going bestie💐🏃‍♂️

HI WEE EMO <3 please ignore the fact you sent me this on april 27th and its now june i had gcses to prepare for 😔✊

anyway, who let you into my house 😧🤨

no seriously i've cried at multiple south park episodes. south park. sometimes i wanna cry when i see my dog i cannot be trusted i tear up so easily especially when im writing🙁

for not being able to cry that is not very good for you fr:

i used to not be able to cry + still only really tear up, some tears drip down and let out like 2 sobbing sounds before im good again, i dont even have to try and stop crying, two sobs and im done, but my biggest tip is, get tired like really sleepy to the point where your eyes water bc of tiredness then watch something really sad.

i ha to literally train myself to be able to cry again bro dw, i wish i could have a big long cry but like 3 mins of crying is better than none, trust me wee emo you'll feel better

#dontbottleupyouremotions

ANYWAY:

this was very hard to imagine their reactions to idk why, but i tried so 😔✊

grma wee emo for requesting <3 and grma everyone else for reading <3

Obey Me Brothers With a Sensitive MC <3

It was safe to say you were sensitive, back when Melanie Martinez's music was a lot better, you really could say that the song 'Crybaby' pretty much encapsulated your entire being, it still did, but you liked to think you were more mature in your music taste now. (You weren't)

Being suddenly catapulted into the Devildom did a number on your emotions, and you found yourself quite numb. But as you adjusted, and bonded with the others, you found that you were back to your usual self, which was a crybaby.

So then how do the brothers react?

LUCIFER

Great. Two Mammons.

At least Mammon No.2 (you) isnt a tsundere about it.

Lucifer does not like seeing you cry. Even if its because something is cute, (although he does find it quite adorable, not that he'd admit it)

This demon is of the opinion that tears should never disgrace your beautiful eyes.

He will invite you to listen to his records with him and purposely put on sad ones or really sweet ones so you grip onto him while you tear up,

He is a demon, after all. ;)

MAMMON

Finally. Someone who cries more than him!

It actually makes him feel safer around you, like you wont bully him for being more sensitive than his brothers.

Actually ends up dropping a lot of his tsundere act around you.

You watch movies together, but always have to check the Devildom version of 'doesthedogdie.com'

Idk, I feel like Mammon would give you a bit of bother for it at first but then slowly start to like, open up more, because he really does see himself in you like that.

LEVIATHAN

He blanks.

One day you start crying because of how cute the anime you both were watching was, Levi thought you were geniunely upset, so he tried to cheer you up.

You end up thinking that its really sweet and start crying harder.

Leviathan PANICKS.

Even now, he still gets really nervous when you start crying, and has popped into his demon form more times than he can count when you grab onto him and sniffle.

Please he's already so awkward he can't handle how cute you are.

You might make him start crying as well :(

SATAN

Satan 100% gets so angry he starts crying so he can kind of understand it.

He's just glad you cry over positive things :)

His favourite moment was definetly when you teared up over a small kitten. (He took several photos and also took the kitten home)

Like Lucifer he 100% invites you to read with him and picks the fluffiest most adorable romance he can find, or the saddest most heartbreaking romance he can find.

He likes when you cling onto him and look up at him with those big teary eyes.

He's a demon. What did you expect, ;)

ASMODEUS

He thinks you're adorable.

Any emotion on your face is adorable to him actually. <3

If you wear makeup he makes sure to get you waterproof mascara and other eye makeup so your beautiful tears dont ruin your beautiful makeup <3

If any of you remember that crying girl makeup trend? Yeah he deffo starts that up in the Devildom (a) to make you feel less embarrassed about it and (b) because he thinks youre so beautiful when you express yourself.

BEELZEBUB

He doesn't cry a lot, it's not exactly something that comes naturally to him at all.

Its not that he CANT cry or that he holds his tears back, its just that he doesn't normally process or reaction to things with tears.

Only in serious serious situations will he cry.

So when he sees you crying over one of those little onigiri things that are literally adorable, he thinks that you've somehow hurt yourself. (i nabbed this off of pinterest)

Beel panics, and mentally goes over the ingredients in his head, did he order something with an ingredient that was dangerous to humans?

He calms down when he realises that you're crying because it looks cute.

He feels you with that.

Makes an effort to take you to more places with food items displayed in cute ways.

Though you do have to look away while Beel cuts them up for you, otherwise you wouldnt be able to eat it.

BELPHEGOR

He laughs at you.

Point blank.

Originally when he's in the attic he uses your sensitivity as a way to manipulate you.

But post lesson 16, he really starts to appreciate it more.

This bastard will use his powers as the youngest sibling against you, he'll dress up in cute onesies and give you puppy eyes, all to coax you into taking naps with him.

Which you do.

I have no idea how half of these fuckheads would react tbh

[bruisedboys]

can I request a James x reader where he comforts a reader who struggles to connect with people and make friends? Thank you!

gosh this ask is so me. I find it so so so hard to connect and make friends I’m really glad I’m not the only one. it’s tough out there fr!!! love u anon

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You get home from work and the only person you want to see is James. Your eyes sting when you realise he’s not home yet. You should’ve realised earlier, but you were too focused on getting home without bursting into tears on the way here. He’s working late today, meaning you’re alone. For another whole hour.

You manage to get out of your shoes, put your bag down, and get half undressed before you start crying. You’re halfway through pulling your blouse over your head when the first tear dribbles down your cheek. There’s no stopping it from then.

The tears come and they don’t stop. You slump down on the bed in nothing but your underwear and cry until your chest aches and then some. It’s hard being a quiet girl, even harder being a quiet girl at your work. Everyone’s friends with each other, everyone’s fun and cool and no one ever has to think twice about what they want to say. You try and try to make friends but nothing ever comes of it. You’re too much, or maybe not enough, you can’t quite decide. Whatever it is, it hurts. And if you keep doing this any longer you think you’ll be drained of all your energy.

You’re crying so much you don’t even hear the door open. It’s only when James calls down the hallway that you realise he’s home.

“Y/N? Where are you, honey?”

You’ve no time to make yourself look presentable. All you can do is wipe the hot tears from your wet cheeks and then James is stepping into the bedroom. He looks lovely as always but his face falls horribly when he gets a good look at you.

“Sweetheart,” he says, panicked. He throws his bag down and crosses the room quickly until he’s right in front of you. He puts his big warm hands on your shoulders. “Honey. Are you— what’s the matter? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

You’re too busy trying to get your breathing back to normal to answer. James checks you over for any signs of injury and when he finds none he somehow manages to look even more worried. It’s not something he can fix with a band-aid and a kiss, he must realise. Though you would quite like a kiss right now.

“I th-thought you were working late,” you blubber uselessly, your voice all clogged with upset.

James frowns at you. “I wanted to see you, shortcake. Boss let me off early.”

More tears come before you can stop them. He’s so nice and you’re so upset and he’s come home early to see you and he’s met with this. You cry that awful sort of crying. The sort where you can’t really seem to stop no matter how much you want to. The sort that starts small and gets bigger and bigger until your throat burns like fire.

“Aw, sweetheart,” James coos quietly. He pushes he hands around to your back and pulls you into his chest, arms locked around your shoulders. His big hand finds your hair and he strokes from the top of your head to the bottom over and over again. “Shh. It’s okay, lovely girl. I’ve got you.”

You appreciate that he doesn’t tell you to stop crying. You don’t think you could if he did. And besides, this breakdown has been a long time coming. You’ve held it in for days now and you know you’ll probably feel better afterwards. James stands and holds you for as long as you need, as long as it takes for your tears to slow.

When they finally do come to a stop, you suddenly remember you’re wearing next to nothing. James is still rubbing your back, his big hands smoothing lines into your skin, and suddenly you’re hot and prickly all over. You go to pull away.

“James,” you say thickly, speaking right into his chest.

James hums and you can feel it vibrate through his chest. He lets you pull away but only slightly, moving back about an inch so he can see your face.

“Yeah?” He asks softly. He’s got this look on his face that makes you want to cry all over again. Fond. Pitying but in a nice way. “You ready to talk about it?”

“I should put on a shirt,” you say instead of answering.

“What?” James looks at you like you being in such a state of undress is the last thing on his mind. Like he hadn’t even noticed, too caught up in helping you to feel better. His eyes flick from your face to your chest and back again. “Oh. No, honey, you’re okay. Unless you’re uncomfortable.”

Your heart does this funny backflip that makes you feel better, or maybe worse, you can’t tell. He’s so lovely. You might cry again. “I— no. M’not uncomfortable. I just thought it was weird. For you to be hugging me like this.”

James huffs. A sweet but quiet smile pulls at his lips. “S’not weird,” he says softly. “It’s fine, baby.”

He pulls away but only for a moment, only so he can sit down next to you on the bed, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. He gets an arm around you shoulder and one on your knee and then drags you into his lap with ease. Normally you’d squeal at being manhandled like this. Now you just melt into him.

James keeps one hand on your lower back and the other finds one of yours, weaving your fingers together in your lap. “You wanna tell me what’s got you so upset?”

You’d rather just hug him forever, if you’re being honest. While he’d like that too, you know you should probably tell him.

“Um,” you say, and then stop as soon as you start because your voice is all thick and thinking about it makes you want to start crying again.

James rubs your back. “Take your time, sweetness. M’here all night.”

You wheedle your arms around his waist and bury your face in his shoulder. It’s easier like this. Where you can’t see his face, where he can’t see yours. You talk into his shirt.

“It’s just. I— I try so hard to be friendly and I feel like it all goes to waste.” It feels both embarrassing and relieving to say aloud. You push your face further into James’ shirt. “Nobody likes me at work, James. I’m awful at making friends. I can’t— can’t keep a conversation or say more than two sentences without getting … awkward.” You say the word like it’s a curse. It sure feels like a curse. “I don’t know. It’s just hard.”

James doesn’t say anything for a moment, though his hands don’t stop where they’re smoothing over your skin. After a beat of silence he manages to encourage you from his chest. He pulls his hand from around your back to take your damp face in both hands. He’s looking at you all melty and soft. Looking a bit like he might cry himself.

“Sweetheart,” he says, and he says it like it’s your name. “You’re not awful at making friends.”

“Yeah, I am.”

“No, you’re not. You’re the loveliest girl I’ve ever met, you know that?”

You frown. Partly because you don’t believe him. Mostly because he’s calling you lovely and it makes your chest ache.

“That doesn’t mean I’m good at making friends, Jamie. It’s— they’re so hard to talk to. I can’t make myself do it.”

James sighs. His thumbs drag under your eyes carefully and come away wet. “You’re being too hard on yourself, angel. You’re doing your best and that’s all that matters.”

You almost believe him. Almost.

“I feel invisible, James,” you admit quietly. “Like I don’t even exist.”

He sighs again and drops his hand to your hip, squeezes and then grabs your thigh so he can pull it over his lap so you’re straddling him. It makes you equal parts melty and shy. You’re barely clothed and he’s making you straddle him. You think he’s doing it on purpose, because he knows you’ll listen to him like this. It’s practically impossible not to.

“Darling,” he says. His hands finds your waist and push around to your lower back. Warm and firm. Grounding. “If they can’t see how amazing you are, then that’s their fault. But I see you. I see how amazing you are.”

Your eyes sting all over again. You blink rapidly. “James.”

“Seriously, angel,” he insists. “You’re incredible. My favourite person in the whole entire world. I love you so much. You know that.”

You don’t want to start crying again. You blink away the tears forming in your eyes and will the next ones not to come.

“Give it time,” James says quietly. “Give it time, honey, and they’re sure to warm up to you. And if they don’t …” He shrugs and gives you this devilish smile that makes you feel about a million times better. “Well, they’ll have me to answer to.”

You giggle because he’s an idiot and you’re in love with him. “Thanks, James,” you say. You meant it with your whole heart.

James kisses your forehead and then both your cheeks. “You’re welcome, sweetness. If you need to talk about it more later, we can.” He chucks you under the chin with a gentle hand. “But for now, how about a nice warm shower?”

You smile up at him. Your chest hurts less now. You feel a lot better. Enough at least to say, “Together?”

James grins wolfishly. “Obviously together.”

-

[myysaints]

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ CL16 ꒱ TEAM COLOURS ─ CHARLES LECLERC

CHARLES LECLERC x f!actress!reader

⌗︙・ summary — with one simple instagram story, you blew up the internet. now everyone is eager to know if the rumours are true: is Charles Leclerc really seeing Hollywood's hottest it girl?

genre — social media au, fc irene from red velvet

notes — charles didn't get pole but he did get podium!!!! so here's a gift for all us tifosi's 🥂 also - i'm of east asian ethnicity myself hence why the past 2 smau's have had EA face claims asdfhg but regardless im totally open to doing smau requests for other ethnicities!!! my inbox is open after all haha. anyways i hope u enjoy this one! apologies in advance for the google translated french LOL

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scuderiaferrari   We think you look good in red ❤️

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yourusername   i see i’ve taught you well 😌 landonorris   Haha, learnt from the best! y/nl/nsleftpinkie   GIRLYS PULLING THE WHOLE GRIDDDDDD purpleporschegirl   FR like i’ve never seen them this active 💀💀💀

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f1wagupdates   HOT OFF THE PRESS FROM f1anons ON TWITTER 🖤 After a tumultuous start to the season and a breakup from long-term partner Charlotte Sine six months ago, it seems that Charles Leclerc has found love again! The Ferrari driver was seen roaming Melbourne in the days leading up to the Australian GP, and fans have spotted him cozying up to an unknown woman. Neither Leclerc nor Scuderia Ferrari have commented on the situation.

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jamiesgridthots   literally where in the og tweet did it say it was abt charles….

keepittoyaself   Anon straight up said “Sine-ing” off. Who else could it be about? maybeimafool   okay, so here’s the real question: who’s the girl?????? ssumertimedadness   IDK, but she is sooooo lucky 😭

sculderiabullrari   So, we all agree that it’s Y/N L/N, right?

sainzpookiebookie   hate to be that person, but i don’t think they’ve even met each other irl... thegrreat63   ???? charles literally commented on her post about attending the AusGP ??? sennathesenate   Exactly. Why else would Ferrari give her a VIP paddock pass? Just because of one viral Tweet? tifosi55   yall r delusional LOL he literaly just broke up with charlotte theyre NOT DATING!

kimiiiboxbox   i know we’ve only seen them interact like once in a comments section, but i want charles and y/n to be real SO BAD

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f1wagupdates   SUBMITTED BY ANON 🖤 Amidst the rumours swirling about Oscar-nominated actress Y/N L/N being the next to join the wag crew, fans have spotted Charles Leclerc and an unknown woman spending a fun day at the beach in Monaco… 🏖☀️

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maxverstoppening   uh hello????? y/n l/n posting a story about going to monaco ….. charles posting about “coming home” 30 mins later ………. somethings afoot

tsutsumnodas   you’re not seriously suggesting,,,, that theyre,,, maxverstoppening   many thoughts being thunk !

gaslyyup   hollywood it girlie together with racing it boy? man, Monaco gp boutta be crazy fr

atoceanblvd   gonna take a bath with my toaster 🥰🥰

mlniemrtinez   the highway looks so comfy rn omg 😍 d3ftonesgirll   They better be real or I will actually hunt both of them down.

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📍Circuit de Monaco

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scuderiaferrari   caught yourusername hard at work 💪💪💪

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yourusername   doing my best for the best team 🫡

yourusername   hey charles_leclerc and carlossainz55 am i doing a good job?

carlossainz55   Absolutely 👍 ! charles_leclerc   Dunno about best, but you sure are the prettiest ;) yourusername   …..i don’t know if i should be offended or grateful charles_leclerc   ❤️😂 paddockfemcel   they know EXACTLY what theyre doing 😭😭

user1   y/n and charles in the comments playing with our feelings BOI IF YOU DONT TELL US THAT YOURE TOGETHER RN-

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charles_leclerc   Hard at work in Monaco. What a great race week. Finished P2. It’s good to be back.

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carlossainz55   You do too much, cabrón 😂

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scuderiaferrari   And onwards we go! To P1 and beyond 🚀

yourusername   looking good, leclerc ;)

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y/nl/nfanpage1   WHAT IS Y/N DOING HERE???

user2   no like….. seriously.... girl stand UP….. user3   I don’t get what she sees in him. He drives around in circles for a living 🙄 user4   Jeez why are yall so pressed 😭😭 they’re literally just friends… user5   !!!! that’s what im sayin!!!!! everybody’s so upset but they haven’t even confirmed if they’re dating or not LOLOLOL

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yourusername   quick pit stop to smell the flowers… 🌷☁️👒

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landonorris   A true rose

yourusername   gosh you’re so cheesy landonorris   I was talking about me not you charles_leclerc   Hey, both of you play nice landonorris   stay out of it Leclerc

ana_d_armas   Stunning, Y/N!

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yourusername   💌💌 clarleslaclarc   excuse me – what???? raikkkkonon   oh so they have inside jokes now… racketpiquet   Bro chill, it’s just a flower emoji, yall r doing too much 🤣🤣

babygotback   They are so UNSERIOUSSS first Y/N with flowers on Charles’s story now this??? 😭

jantalksalot   AND THAT LAST SLIDE. WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT!!!! mickymousemacher   atp i bet they’re just messing with us for the fun of it

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f1wagupdates   It seems Charles Leclerc isn’t afraid of packing on the PDA – Here he is with an unknown woman at a local bazaar in Monaco! According to sources, the Ferrari driver is reportedly “very serious” about their relationship, and a source tells us that the two are “very happy” and “very much in love”.

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nyccelebgoss   Formula 1’s hottest commodity, Charles Lecclerc, spotted Monday night outside an exclusive Soho bar. Doesn’t help that a certain Y/N L/N is also in the city… Could Leclerc’s elusive beau be the award winning actress? All we know is: Leclerc may be kissing – but he certainly isn’t telling 💋 Follow us for more NYC celebrity gossip 🤫

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tsunogaslys   okay, as much as i wanna know whats going on, don’t they deserve a little privacy??

y/nluvrrrr   Was just thinking that. I hope they’re ok with all this media attention.

charlosscuderia   What the hell is charles doing in NYC?

mymuppetlando   Y/N made a story about being in NY. You can put 2 and 2 together lol. gridgirlfriend224   oh so he’s WHIPPED whipped 😭

warytonsennea   OK, now they HAVE to make some kind of statement.

y/nfanupdates   Yeah, there’s literally no way around this one LOL it’s def Y/N

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charles_leclerc   Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag. So here I go: Mon amour, the past one year I have spent with you has simply been the best year I’ve ever had. Ma Cherie. You bring light to my life and a smile to my face each time I see you – Up on the silver screen, in the paddock cheering for me, or when I wake up next to you. Your love means more to me than you could ever know. Tu es ma vie et ma lumière. Merci d'être mienne. (You are my life and my light. Thank you for being mine.) I love you forever. ❤️

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yourusername   i love you so much mon amour. here’s to one year and counting ❤️

charles_leclerc   ❤️❤️❤️

danielricciardo   FUCKING FINALLY!!!! congrats you two 🙌

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landodelrey   ONE YEAR????? THEY’VE BEEN KEEPING THIS SECRET FOR ONE YEAR???

Liked by yourusername Liked by charles_leclerc tifosibabette16   i just KNOW that parasocial alex is smiling to himself somewhere 🤭

landonorris   S’about time. Oh, and you’re too good for him, Y/N ;) McLaren is waitingggggg

yourusername   sorry lando, but it's just like seb said: everyone is a ferrari fan (including me) charles_leclerc   😘 That’s my girl.

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[misc-obeyme]

Hey! Could I ask for a breaking-4th-wall kind of drabble with Solomon? In my heart I refuse to believe the boys aren’t real; they’re just in another world 💔 idk if thats denial or what but yeah lmao

something comfort or fluff would be nice ^^ even though just seeing Sol always makes me smile it’s a double edged sword and I then think back to how he ‘isn’t real’

(It’s kinda sad I can’t marry that man though…? It was love at first sight in OG game and people think Solomon’s down bad, I’m hella clingy when it comes to close relationships though ☠️ )

(Also random but as kind of a vent the kind of person best for Solomon would be someone who can heal his inner child, yeah? Problem is my inner child is also broken from emotional abuse lol, my issues would not help. I’m not good for him fr)

Hi there, anon!

Let me begin by saying that you are definitely good for Solomon. In fact, I would argue that you would understand him better because of your own issues. You know how it feels, you can relate to him in a way that someone else wouldn't be able to. And I think there's something extremely healing about having someone else to figure it out with. Why can't you and Solomon heal your inner children together?

As for the request, I hope this is what you're looking for! I definitely took the fourth wall breaking idea and ran with that!

You're sitting in your house on your phone, looking at Solomon on the home screen of your Obey Me account. You tap on his sprite and he smiles at you.

"Hm? What is it?" the dialogue says.

"I want you to be real," you say, knowing he can't hear you. "I want to touch you for real."

You sigh, turning off your phone and going about your evening. An hour or so passes and you're now focused on something else entirely when the doorbell rings.

It's odd. You weren't expecting company.

You answer the door and nearly faint from shock.

Solomon laughs gently at the look on your face. "Hi, MC. You wanted to see me?"

You stare at him with your mouth open. "What- I don't- How are you…? How are you here?"

"I'm a sorcerer, MC," he says. "With the right spell, I can make anything happen."

You're a little confused, but is it really worth asking any more questions? He's here and he looks solid. He looks real.

Solomon seems to understand your uncertainty. He reaches out a hand toward you. "I promise it's really me," he says. "Won't you let me show you?"

You couldn't have refused even if you wanted to. You didn't take the time to think about it, just immediately put your hand in his.

Solomon tugs on your hand and pulls you close, wrapping an arm around your waist. The world spins and you're being teleported to a new location.

You gasp when you find yourself looking out at a familiar view. The Devildom stretches out below you, RAD's great structure in the distance, the sparkling city lights next to an elaborately detailed fence. You're standing on a cobblestone street with Solomon's arms around you. The sky is dark, but it always is, here in the Devildom.

"Did you think it wasn't real?" Solomon asks. "Did you think I haven't already fallen for you?"

You clutch at him because this is all so unexpected. "Yes," you admit. How could you have possibly thought otherwise?

Solomon laughs, but it's soft, like he can't help it because you're so cute. "I'm sorry," he says. "I should have come for you sooner. Do you want to stay? For a little while?"

You throw your arms around his neck. "Yes!" you cry. And there are tears on your face because you're somehow here, with him.

Solomon kisses away your tears. You melt in his arms as he does. He gives you a questioning look, as if he's not sure how far he can go.

You let him know by kissing him. Solomon's embrace tightens around you. You can feel his heart beating against yours - rapid, like he's also overwhelmed by this impossible moment.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

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I'm not sure if requests are open so if not feel free to delete this ask! Can you do the mercs realizing they're into men because of the reader?

Of course! By the way, this is my 100th post! lucky lucky Anon! This goes out to all of the rest of my followers! Thank you for all the support and followers! I'll always look at your messages and write for TF2! I couldn't be here without all of you! Thank you for letting me be the weird gay man who likes writing about old gay men kissing! -PrinceThomas :>

Tf2 Mercs x M!Reader || Gay Awakening! +18

Scout

Super in denial at first, compares you to actors he likes or thinks are hot and kinda shelves it. Is MAD jealous that you just somehow look great no matter what (to him hehe)

Realizes he has a crush on you when his usual spank bank material of girls isn't really doing it for him anymore. It's 4am, he's tired and horny and a little drunk... his mind just wandered, okay?!

Daydreamer 100%, but his feelings for you and his feelings for Miss Pauling kinda fuck him up ngl?? Is he a homo or not?? I mean, he likes boobs and lipstick and girls, but the rough and tumbled grease in your stubble just gets him rarin in a way girls didn't.

Bisexual struggles fr. Assuming that you're a Stonewall riot supporter, he'd probably try to roundabout ask if he can experiment with you.

What really set you apart from the other mercs is that you just look good compared to them! Yeah, there are some conventionally attractive guys, but you're h o t.

Soldier

Soldier, like Scout, assumed his attraction to you was something more akin to respect or friendliness. I mean, no other soldier he's ever met sacrificed himself to save him! That takes guts! Yeah, you respawned after, but the honor was still there for him.

Develops or at least tries to develop a friendship like what he with Demoman. He might come off like a very determined puppy, but you know he means well.

Uses you as someone to compare others too. (Ex. "SCOUT! THAT WAS HORRENDOUS TECHNIQUE! TAKE A LOOK AT THAT FINE MAN OVER THERE! DETERMINED! STRONG! TAKE NOTES, PRINCESS!")

When he does realize it's love, he is upfront and honest about his feelings with you. After all, if Jane did like men, he could find more powerful army and recreate that unbeatable ancient army of homosexuals!

Asks around about romance, probably interrogates Medic about how to court another man because let's be honest Medic looks gay as he'll and I will die on the hill that every merc just assumes that man is queer.

Pyro

In Pyroland, you're a prince on a unicorn. You're straight out of a fairy tale. They're overjoyed to have a prince in Pyroland rather than just babies! Yeah, it's fun to be childish, but a whimsical joy that are more complex are fun too!

Absolutely follows you around and talks about you to Engie non-stop. Engie jokes that Pyro might have a crush on you and they seriously consider it. They realize you're attractive when you do a party trick of spitting out Bug spray and lighting it on fire, making it look like you breathe fire.

As you cough and retch at the lingering taste of bug repellant in your mouth, Pyro applauds your trick and keeps trying to talk to you. They eventually are able to communicate to you, asking if you have any more fire tricks. You show them that you can twirl a pencil between all your fingers when the eraser tip is lit up like a candle.

You can kind of tell that they like you romantically, but you're not sure how to tell them that you know. A few chats with Engie tells you all you need to know: Pyro has never pursued a romantic interest, Pyro likes you, and that you can probably get their attention with an honest conversation.

Demoman

The most casual about their realization that they like you- and men in general. Just a peek at you in the showers after a particularly clutch victory caused a few rather dirty thoughts. It wasn't that big of a deal to him and kept his attitude of a drunken "Well, a hole's a hole, I bet he's tight."

Probably offers a little bit of fun after a long night of party, definitely a lot more drunk than usual as he leans a tad too close for friendship. That deep, gravelly, and warm voice growled in your ear with an open offer to join him in his room that night.

If you joined, he wouldn't remember the night and regret that he forgot the night in the morning when you and him snuggle awake. If you decline it's no harm no foul.

One of those types of guys who actually can balance his feelings for you along with his friendship- he keeps the ball in your court and stayed professionally friendly, maybe a tad brotherly competitive.

Heavy

This man is an iron wall to hide his feelings. He had the idea that he just wasn't the type to want a relationship- which was fine, more time to work to keep his family safe- but then you jumped out into danger to protect him. He was on the brink of death and you selflessly risked your life for him! Yeah, you both respawned, but it was the gesture that mattered!

His eyes trailed you a lot more often, like a security camera. He pretended to be read his book, but he knew exactly where you were. Medic is the first to notice this change.

Medic asks about Heavy's feelings for you, since Heavy had never ordered Medic to go heal anyone else before! Hell, the both of you tended to stay behind Heavy during battles after that, so you two had a sense of closeness.

When you all went out on a trip to the beach, Heavy loved watching you in the water, and even allowed himself to be dragged in by you to play water polo with Soldier and Demoman. He's a long game of chess, hopefully you can win him over!

Is a bit more protective of you out of battle, but that's something only the people he threatens is aware of.

Engie

Oh fucking god holy shit what the hell man's fucking gay PANICS. DELL IS HEARTSTOPPINGLY FROZEN IN FEAR WHEN HE REALIZES THAT HE LIKES MEN.

All you did was scale a chainlink fence with ease, albeit with a small growling as the metal dug into your fingers. Dell swallowed the feeling thickly. He didn't mean to stare at your ass, really! It just sorta... happened.

And then it happened again as he kneeled to construct a sentry. Then when he was sat down at the kitchen table as you walked by. The only time he didn't catch a glance was when you turned to him with a smug look and a "if you wanna look at my ass, you could just ask."

He knows a lot of gay cowboy culture, but was far too scared to go ahead with a few of the gestures. Although, you weren't as shy, giving him a grey handkerchief when he spillied oil on himself.(translation: grey handkerchief=bondage kink)

Finally- FINALLY! He offers you his hat on a very hot day with his head looking straight at the ground.(translation: if a cowboy puts his hat on your head, y'all fucking)

Sniper

In the top 3 of "chillest reactions to realizing he likes men", but barely on the podium yk?

Mick was doing some target practice and had lost track of time, his pot of coffee and snack pile had been long empty. Right as he was about to get up to stretch his legs, he saw you on the last rung to the ladder of his nest. "Oh hey Snipes! You missed lunch and dinner, 'decided to check in on our favorite sharpshooter." When you stay for a few moments and hand him the bottles of water and leftovers from dinner, he realized that nobody made him feel that loved.

You just being kind sends him into a "did he do that to hit on me? Does he do this to everyone?" Yeah he panics about everything you do, but not because you're a man- it's because a crush is a crush to him!

Sniper does genuinely try to show interest, but in a subtle way like inviting you out to take a smoke break, target practice, maybe offer to let you join him to survivalist camp for a few days.

Spy

Silver medalist of the chill reaction podium, mainly because he laments to himself about all the potential money he had lost by not seducing more men in his more freelance espionage days. He could have hooked up with Saxton Hale to swindle that oaf out of millions- if he had thought of that.

Does a full background and thorough investigation into your personal life, how you reacted to the huge news event of Stonewall, if you had ever hooked up with a man, anything to see if he had a chance to sneak into your dating pool.

He treats you a lot like how he treats the women he seduces, but has to overcome how you brush him off casually like a man. Women were a language Spy speant years studying, so much so that he seldom kept up with the more masculine way of communicating.

At his wit's end, he just asks you bluntly. "Listen, I find you hot. I've been trying to get into your pants for almost 2 months now, do you want to have sex?"

Medic

This man already knew he was gay before you pulled up, sorry. BUT BUT BUT you are the first crush he's had! Yeah, he knew he liked the idealized version of a man he made up in his head, but you are better than the fictional men in books!

Despite the stereotype for Medic, he didn't fall for you when he saw you on his operating table. You and Engie were theorycrafting about hypothetical cybernetic enhancements. Engie had said something biologically inaccurate about the immune system, and before Medic could interrupt your private conversation, you corrected Engie! Not in a demeaning way, but in a way that clearly showed that you had a love for biological science. Medic's heart skipped a beat.

Constantly offering you new enhancements for your body and coddles you about painful proedures (he actually gives you anathesia! How sweet!) and sends his experimental ideas to you for a betaread over. For Medic, that's essentially a confession in and of itself!

Has written your name in little hearts on his note margins and uses you as his anatomy sketch references when he needs to visualize the human skeleton.

[hanluex]

Okay I have some headcanons for Titans!Jason, Comics!Jason (as they have some differences) and some of them that could be applied for both versions. I am gonna let some of the last group here and please tell me what do you think about them. I would love to hear your oppinion! Sorry if it's too long 😅

It's a fact that he loves eather jackets, and I love to imagine that he would let his/o wear team when it's cold. Or maybe when he lefts for patroling and you need some comfort item to remind yourself that he will back at home safe

I think he has at least a couple of tattoos (I think is a popular headcanon among the fsndom actually 🤔). And all of them have deep meanings for him that only a few people know about

He is a baby when his s/o plays with his hair. His head resting on your lap, sleepy eyes and all his tough facade is gone. Sorry, not sorry 😌

Last one for now, it's known that he is so freaking touch-starved

Titans!Jason will show it by being really physically close and teasing the person he has a crush with

With Comics!Jason is a little bit different. His s/o is the one who needs to star the physical affection since he doesn't know how to explain when he needs a hug, a forehead kiss or just his hand being hold and when he will be with this face 🥹 the whole time without uttering a word

Lots of love, take care 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

🌕 Anon

i went so overboard with this one, gosh 😭 but i do hope my opinions regarding these hcs are entertaining! thank you as always for your messages, sweetheart! stay safe and take care 🥺💗

it's a fact that he loves leather jackets, and i love to imagine that he would let his s/o wear team when it's cold. or maybe when he lefts for patrolling and you need some comfort item to remind yourself that he will back at home safe

ahh omgomg this is definitely canon! like, it can be the middle of july where everyone is sweating buckets, but jason will still have this leather jacket on him JUST IN CASE you are feeling cold and need it 🥹

him giving you his leather jacket was actually how he first realized that he might have feelings for you (when you two were in the “friends” stage, perhaps?) when you mentioned you were cold or he happened to notice the goosebumps on your skin, he didn’t hesitate to take his jacket off and put it on you

this action just led him to think “why in the world would i ever do that?” 🤔 which would after a lot of thought give him the answer “well shit maybe i like them, that’s why” 😏 and from then onwards, it’s a fight between you and flirty!jason fr 😂

i think he has at least a couple of tattoos (i think is a popular headcanon among the fandom actually 🤔). and all of them have deep meanings for him that only a few people know about

ooh i never knew that! me personally, i don’t think anyone in the batfam would have any tattoos bc bruce would be on their asses if they ever got something that would make it easier for their identities to be compromised

but then again, this is jason … when has the boy ever listened? 😭 (actually, i so believe he is a rule-keeper through and through, maybe even more so than dick — he just doesn’t show it bc he wants to be cool)

although, i definitely think jason has a tattoo of the joker card where the joker is holding a bloodied crowbar. all his scars were gone when he came back from the pit, so he’d get this tattoo in remembrance of what happened to him and who did it and how 🥹 it’s not in a visible spot, but anyone who’d ever come across it would definitely be people close to him and would know it’s meaning upon a closer glance at the details of the tattoo

one that would be hidden in plain sight is a tiny tattoo of a sun on the side of his left ring finger. although it is a myth, jason likes to believe in the historical belief of vena amoris (vein of love) where there was said to be a vein in the left ring finger that is connected straight to the heart

the reason he has a tattoo of a sun on that finger would be bc of you. jason lived his entire life in darkness, he believes. all his thoughts clouded with darkness, not a speck of light even in his mind. but when he met you, everything changed. you were his light at the end of the tunnel, the one he’d run home to, the sun to his moon

he has the sun tattooed on his finger to remind him that you are the reason his heart is beating and the reason he is able to love 🥺💗

bonus: he'd always have a band-aid on that finger to cover his tattoo and bc of his "work" no one ever suspects the fact he always has a band-aid on that specific finger. one day when he was just relaxing with you, you'd note that the band-aid was coming off and would replace it for him, but upon taking it off, you'd see the tattoo and that'd be the day he tells you about it.

extra bonus: you end up getting a tattoo of a moon on the same finger, to signify that he is the moon to your sun 🥰

he is a baby when his s/o plays with his hair. his head resting on your lap, sleepy eyes and all his tough facade is gone. sorry, not sorry 😌

jason is absolute putty in your hands when you play with his hair. like you mentioned later on, bro is absolutely touch-starved, so simple touches like this make him just melt into your embrace

i like to believe it started off when you two were having a book date, where the two of you just chilled at home, reading books in comfortable silence. jason ended up changing his posture, asking if he could rest his head on your lap, to which you complied.

the gesture happened naturally. you held your book with one day and didn’t know what to do with the other, so you just unconsciously played with his hair, the gesture taking him by surprise

from that day onwards, whenever he feels down or whenever you two are cuddling, he just silently grabs your hand, placing it over his head, wordlessly asking you to play with his hair

while on certain days you tease him for behaving like a cat  bc of his eagerness for you to play with his hair, on other days you realise he is just a six-foot bulky kid who needs loads of love and affection 🥹🥹

(he is 100% a black cat, don’t fight me 😤 — you are literally the golden retriever energy to his black cat energy)

last one for now, it's known that he is so freaking touch-starved

yes yes yes !! he is so bloody touch-starved, it’s not even funny 🥹😭

titans!jason will show it by being really physically close and teasing the person he has a crush with

titans!jason is touch-starved, knows it and will take the necessary steps to ensure he receives the affection he needs. like i said earlier, you are the golden retriever to his black cat, so you are very touchy with people

when you were friends (or crushing), jason had said something funny and you hit him on his shoulder as you laughed, before apologizing and patting him in the area you hit — that was it for him. you had him wrapped around your finger with that simple gesture; he was yours

jason would have to have his hands on you at all times when you are together. he just craves affection and proximity. like he needs that assurance that you are there with him and most of the time would want to touch you skin-to-skin (in a non-sexual way), probably his hands under your shirt, whatever he can touch, he will

titans!jason’s love language is definitely teasing! he'd love annoying you by poking you on your sides, just thriving off the reactions he’s getting from you; it’s his serotonin or dopamine — it just makes him so happy!

with comics!jason is a little bit different. his s/o is the one who needs to start the physical affection since he doesn't know how to explain when he needs a hug, a forehead kiss or just his hand being held and when he will be with this face 🥹 the whole time without uttering a word

comics!jason is a gentle giant teddy bear man when you get to know him, but until then, he has so many guards and walls up, it’ll put the pentagon to shame

he’s not used to affectionate touches bc every touch that has come his way usually meant physical harm to him. the first time he’d realise every touch isn’t always violent is when he accidentally hits and pushes you away when you touched him in an attempt to comfort him when he was mad

he’d feel very guilty later on, but you’d just laugh it off, joking around to get rid of the tense atmosphere. you knew he needed time, and time was what you’d give to him. from that day on, you’ll always announce your arrival and let him know you were going to touch him, or ask for affection which surprisingly enough he’d comply to

oh, you said you want a hug? this teddy bear will awkwardly wrap his arms around you as comfort, and you’d end up fixing his arms and posture to let him know how to hug you. he appreciates how patient you are with him and how willing you are to help him with his affectionate needs

once you two are in an established relationship, i think there’d be some codeword or look or just something that’d convey that jason needs to be held bc he has a difficult time in explaining when he needs physical affection

it wouldn’t even be intentional. it'd just be smth like the nickname “sunshine” that jason would use after a rough day or smth, and your reaction is to smother him with affection and from that day on, the word “sunshine” would become jason’s codeword for “i need affection from you, thank you very much”

[aphidclan-clangen]

you don't have to post this, but I thought it would be funny!!!

Nimblekit: I just scream a lot... I just, scream... a lot

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Goldshine: With all due respect, which is none,

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Sparkspeckle: You know how someone can say “I respectfully disagree”? What about “I disrespectfully agree” for when you hate someone but they are unfortunately correct.

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Shadebreak: I am always up for potential rule breaking.

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Goldshine: Don’t be afraid to make a fool of yourself, I do it regularly.

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Nimblekit: 80% of people are actually ugly because of their face, you know.

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Pearlstar: Trans people? In my clan? It’s more likely than you think.

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Blisswhistle: For the last time, you can’t die of adhd.

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Sparkspeckle: You can do whatever you want forever :D

Stormwhisper: I love you, but that is not helpful.

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Stormwhisper, too nervous to ask for emotional support: Man, it smells like wrongdog in here.

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Gravel: Aren’t you like 5’2?

Firebeetle: I self identify as tall.

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Pearlstar: Every day my joints are shocked and disgusted that I would use them for their intended purpose.

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Sparkspeckle: You can never lose an argument if you say “shut up nerd” at the end.

Icesheep: Yes you can.

Sparkspeckle: Shut up nerd.

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Goldshine: In my defense, your honor, I simply do not care enough.

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Nimblekit: Your honor, in my defense, who cares like omfgggggggg who cares????????? Like come onnn.

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Skykit: Are you a girl or a boy?

Shadebreak: Uhh, well some people aren’t girls or boys!

Skykit: Wow, just like snails...

Shadebreak: ???

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Straight Man: Hey

Titania: That’s enough.

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Lilacpaw: I respect perfume commercials being like, we can’t show you a smell, mind if we just go insane for 30 seconds?

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Shadekit: Hey we are all really small, do you wanna sleep in a pile.

Icekit, Stormkit and Sparkkit: Yes.

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Blisswhistle: “Fuck it, we ball” (Malnourished, heavy eye bags, dehydrated, on the verge of insanity.)

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Goldshine: Evil infodumping where you just tell lies.

Sparkspeckle: Tiktok

Icesheep: 5-minute crafts

Shadebreak: Resume

Stormwhisper: Men

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Nimblekit: I fucking hate the hand that feeds me, I think i’ll do something fucked up to it.

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Nimblekit: Sick injury bro, would be a shame if i added insult to it.

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Pearlstar: I laugh at my own jokes because I am my target audience. Y’all just happen to be there fr.

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Gravel: I wish they sold offbrand cars, get me a damn honder.

Firebeetle: Pulling up in the revolver.

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Shadebreak: When two buses pass each other and the bus drivers don’t wave at each other, like omg... did you guys break up...

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Blisswhistle: I can still crack a joke mid-breakdown, that’s why everyone is lucky to have me in their lives.

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Gravel: They don’t kill the presidents like they used to.

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Berrykit: The LMAO+ community.

Nimblekit: It’s LMFAO+ this is party rock erasure.

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Sparkspeckle: It’s harder than you think to communicate with someone who isn’t familiar with the world of spongebob.

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Goldshine: Pipe down your honor, you weren’t even there.

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Goldshine: JFK?? Like from umbrella academy?? Haha... you know he’s not... real, right?

Stormwhisper: Wait, I though JFK was from clone high??

Sparkspeckle: JFK, as in Jesus Fucking Khrist, from the bible?

Icesheep: Isn’t JFK that fried chicken fast food chain.

Shadebreak: Guys cmon, it’s Jennedy Fennedy Kennedy, you gotta know this.

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Goldshine: Mfs be named “James” and it only be one dude.

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Nimblekit: Does violence have to be the last resort, can’t it be like third.

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Lilacpaw: Free my man, he did all of it but I don’t care.

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Pearlstar: Let me get this straight. Grabs the nearest heterosexual. Now, where were we. (He is holding nobody)

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Blisswhistle: I’m so done with self care, it’s time for others harm.

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Shadebreak: Fun fact. Shut the fuck-

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Sparkspeckle: Nuh uh

Icesheep: FYM “NUH UH”???

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-⚡ anon

Genuinely made me laugh, I love these

[artdcnaldson]

whatever i'll rewrite!!!! tumblr you will not win over me buddy. also if anyone thinks i'm day drinking or something, it is 11 pm here, i am within my right to be tipsy 🙏 idk if i'm able to cook up anything toooooo elaborate atm, but pervy art 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 loved loved loved that thing you just wrote RRRAAAAAHHHH WOOOF. need him to take advantage of me fr y'all, like over the line shit. i'm so sorry y'all this is probs a coping mechanism. but need him to live the rest of his life in guilt over what he did to me, meanwhile i'm fully unaware and unaffected. but like need him to spike my drink or something, maybe he really likes me and doesn't think he has a chance with me. so he convinces himself the only way to be with me is to "coerce" me aka against my will. need him to offer me a drink at a party, and obviously i think he's hot and sexy he doesn't even need to do anything, but he's so in his head. he tells my friends he's just gonna carry me back to my room when i get woozy, he's heading home anyway and it's on the way. but he takes me to his dorm room, i'm not even totally gone or passed out, just out of my body. vaguely aware of my surroundings but in no way capable of properly consenting (regardless of the fact that i would have if i had been sober!!!!) need him to touch me all over and need him to be unable to help himself as he slips inside me. had i been sober i would've been fucked stupid, would've been babbling about his huge cock and how sexy he is, would have been begging him to cum inside. but i'm not. but he does it anyway..... brings me back to my room after cleaning me up. maybe he never speaks to me again, maybe he befriends me and pretends we've never met before

idk y'all honestly i'm sorry 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 no worries if this is too much 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 gonna book a sesh with my therapist LOL clearly we've not worked through all the stuff

love you cat!!!!!

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LOVE U LADYBUG ANON <3

TW NONCON beneath the cut

auauauuurrghhhh something about him feeling sooo guilty and you just not knowing anything happened 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

He doesn’t think he can have you he just needs one night and it’ll be out of his system, right? And you won’t remember, so it will be like it never happened. And you take him so willingly, limp and you smell so good beneath him when he buries his head in your shoulder and fucks into your pliant, willing cunt. You’re just so relaxed for him, he didn’t know it would work *this* well. Mouths at your neck as he buries himself balls deep inside and just humps ingo your pussy :((( he cums so fast, pets your hair, makes sure you’re still okay. Cleans you up so carefully, kisses your sweet, still lips, then carries you back to your dorm.

And the next day you “run into him” and thank him for being your hero and taking you back to your dorm, that you must’ve been really out of it bc last night was a blur. Tell him he’s really sweet, and it means a lot.

He thought he’d feel better that he got away with it, but he just feels a little (a lot) sick.

[caycaysdiamond]

Lovepotioned? Not! (2)

Request for Anon: "Lovepotioned? Not! was such a fun read! :D Can I request a version for Jade and Azul if you have the time? Hope you have a wonderful day!

these are two people i would never want to spread a rumor about especially concerning their s/o? do people at nrc have a death wish ?!? also sorry for the delay anon ,,,2023 ain't been my year fr🙏🏽 this has been sitting in the drafts for a LONG time so I wanted to get it out to you! I'll probably still work on Jade's part eventually too, it's just been a long year but :))!! I hope you still like this T 0 T

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto Established relationship, rumored hypnosis/non-consensual relationship, non-prefect reader, lovesick reader, and lovesick boys.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul's name was never outside of the rumor mill of Night Raven College; the students, teachers, staff, ghosts, and even the portraits knew of the Octovinelle house warden's notoriety. Though his rumors never swirled around the tongues of anyone for very long, of course, the Leech twins had a certain method of silencing those who would defame Azul.

Well...all but one rumor.

"Azul Ashengrotto used a love potion to make Reader fall in love with him."

To the population of NRC, well, it made sense! Azul was already known to only do things that benefited him, after all.

He's cold, calculating, sly.

But would Azul really need to use a love potion? The rumor quickly turned into, "Azul used a contract to trap Reader in a relationship with him."

Plausible? No, but it's not like anyone but Azul, Jade, Floyd, and Reader knew that.

It didn't help that you were so doting on your beloved, Azul. Constantly singing his praise, supporting him, the lounge, and you even helped him with a few contracts occasionally. It was so odd to everyone, the well-beloved Scarabia native Reader, who's usually so calm and poised themselves in mere moments can turn a simp!

Yes, that rumor could be the only reason Azul could imagine that the crimson eyes of his fellow house warden bore into his side. It was unnerving, surely someone else would have noticed too right? No one else seemed to notice though—or maybe, no one else seemed to care.

Did everyone else in the room have the same thought? Azul was a monster who manipulated his lover?

Uncomfortable was something Azul rarely was.

Riddle's words were drowned out, he was going over something important, Azul thought but all that he could focus on was the feeling of his red eyes. Unconsciously, Azul turned his head slightly and then finally noticed it. The smile that usually graced the other face was gone, and the warmth and friendliness of his usual demeanor was ice cold.

"Thank you, Rosehearts," a more mature voice, rang out, "I think this housewarden's meeting can come to a close now. Aren't I quite benevolent? Ending the meeting early!" Crowley laughed as he stood to leave the room.

"You only ended the meeting a minute early," Leona groaned, walking behind the headmaster.

Azul stood up and started gathering his notes, he had to go. Now. Before Kalim asked him to stay and talk, he thought but a bit too late.

Kalim's hand reached over and halted Azul's movements, "Azul, can we talk...now?"

Azul couldn't answer but it seems everyone else who lingered in the room could as they made themselves scarce quickly.

"I've been wanting to talk to you since before the meeting but I got here kinda late, sorry!" Kalim laughed and moved his hand away, "Sit, sit back down!"

Azul did as told, stiffly. He made eye contact with Kalim once again and released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

The warmth of the other house warden could be felt once again so what was all that earlier, Azul was puzzled.

Was Kalim focusing so hard on the fact that he wanted to speak with Azul that he just...became whatever that was?

Azul shook his head, that didn't matter, "What is it, Kalim? I must say we don't talk often but I think we should. Housewarden to house warden, sophomore to sophomore."

Kalim wasn't someone to be nervous around and quickly, Azul's persona was back up.

"You have a point," Kalim smiled, "but that's not why I wanted to talk to you today."

"Oh?" Azul feigned ignorance, "Then please enlighten me, what's on your mind?"

"It's Reader!" Kalim sighed, "I heard a nasty rumor from some other students. They think you used a love potion on them or manipulated them with your contracts. I just want to know that you didn't!"

Kalim paused before speaking again, his eyes glimmered with an emotion Azul couldn't quite perceive, " Reader and I are close friends I wouldn't want you to hurt them. Regardless of that, they're a part of Scarbia, what kind of house warden would I be if I didn't make sure everyone in my dorm was okay?"

Oh.

Sincerity. Kindness. Love.

That's what Kalim's eye held.

Azul cleared his throat and honesty, poured out. Pure honesty, nonsugar coated, and less velvety than his usual jargon. That is what your best friend deserved.

"Those rumors about Reader and I are completely false. I would never do that to them. Love potions and contracts? It seems I'm more hated than I thought. Reader is...the only person whom I ever loved in this way. I couldn't, no, wouldn't ever manipulate them in any way."

Kalim nodded, "That's what I thought but I had to hear it from you!"

Azul chucked, "You trust me that much? I'm not a good person, Kalim."

"I trust you and I trust Reader," Kalim explained, "I think you're a good person. The way Reader talks about you can't be faked, at least I don't think so."

Kalim stood up and stretched, "I'll see you later, Azul!"

Azul stayed seated long after Kalim left the room. Alone, was a time of reflection and a time to think about you.

"A good person, huh?"

[mediocreanomaly]

Heya! Same patchwork anon here >:]

Im so glad you like the idea! And id definitely see Vash being so protective of it, but sir we need to clean that omg 😩

But i did wanna shoot another reply cause i had another thought (Its 3am, so its the perfect time for thoughts) but imagine instead of white solid thread for Nai's janky ass milk puzzle blanket, its instead stitched with colored thread to at least give it some more life :0

I do like the idea that Nai just keeps it hidden, but imagine Nai's mate finding it and wanting to improve on it more, so little by little theyve been hand-embroiddering stuff on each patch to give it more life, and Nai doesnt notice cause he doesnt really lay it out often, and one day he just has this urge to look at it again, maybe give it a chance and add it to the nest, afterall its the thought that counts right? but then he spreads it out and sees the different embroiderry, like hearts or flowers that Nai's mate saw in books~ Theres even an ongoing embroiderry that makes it clear that his mate has been stitching this behind his back lol

(okay thats all sorry for the ramble im just so weak for them huhu)

Authors Note: Oh my gosh??? I'm so sorry for being away everyone work is busy busy busy rn, gotta serve up some of my drafts fr...anyways! Patchwork anon strikes again! You know nesting hc's are my weakness I had to indulge, R.I.P. Knives milk puzzle.

In reference to both of these post: Nesting Hc's, Patchwork Anon

A Blanket of Many Colors, Knives x Reader

You run your fingers over the blanket you had gifted Nai, the patchwork of white making the blanket look more like a haphazard ghost costume rather than a gift you'd painstakingly sown together. You sigh, you didn't really blame Nai for hiding it away in fact you'd been a be relived when you found out your mate kept the scraggly piece of fabric at all. While the vision had been there the end result had ended up lack luster at best.

You groan, about to tuck it back away in its hiding spot for good when you pause over one of the squares. Although by itself it wasn't much...it'd be the perfect base for something else. You think of what you could fill the tiles with, you had more than enough colored thread to add a bit of life to it, you mull over a couple options before remembering the book of flowers Nai had shown you once, his expression had soften as he explained the differences between each species. Inspired, you quickly grab the blanket and march over to the large bookcase in the corner of Nai's room, running your fingers over the spines of the books trying to find the correct one.

"c'mon...it's gotta be here somewh- ah!" you say triumphantly, pulling out the book containing pictures hundreds of different flowers. You'd been amazed when Nai first showed you, plants like this didn't bloom on Gunsmoke, so the idea of their soft petals were all you had to go off of. You quickly flip through the book picking out one of the flowers and grab some red thread and a needle, ready to go to work.

Some where along the way this little practice had become routine for you. Every time Nai was away or you were bored you'd sneak over to the cabinet your mate had stored the blanket and add a small embroidery. Adding a different flower every time until the blanket was becoming a colorful tapestry of your own making. You weren't sure if Nai even knew what you were doing, if he did he didn't say anything about it. So you continued the harmless pass time figuring he had just forgotten about the gift to collect dust.

He hadn't. Nai was, admittedly, particular when it came to his nest and he knew it. He'd mull over the sheets over and over making sure they were the same shade of white and that they were both soft and large enough. When you had presented him with the hand made blanket...it wasn't that he didn't apricate a gift from his beloved mate, it's just that he cringed internally anytime he thought about it in his nest. He couldn't bring himself to throw away something made by your hands though, so he had stored it away for safe keeping, not wanting anyone else to get their filthy hands on something made specifically for him.

It wasn't until a couple months and one tedious day later that he found himself marching towards his quarters. His instincts where screaming to wind down and drag you into the nest with him but you were out in Ja'Lai, escorted by Legato. He huffs, thinking of grabbing some of your clothes to add to the nest for your scent but then grimaces at the idea of all that disorganized fabric against the white sheets and pillows. He pauses looking at the cabinet that contained the gift you had made all that time ago. Although he still bristles slightly at the idea of it sprawled out in his nest...maybe it's the thought that counts? No. Absolutely not. But he could at least drag it out for a little while, maybe it wasn't as bad as he remembered.

Nai opens the cabinet and reaches in for the blanket but when he pulls it out...his eyes go wide. He holds it up so that he had a better view of what he's seeing, flowers he had only seen as a child blossom against the white fabric painting a scene of an intricate garden that only his memories and dreams could recreate. Had his mate been doing this the whole time? He tilts his head and gently traces the patters of the petals and whining stems that adorns the blanket now, then...he glances up towards his nest.

"Nai? You you here?" you call walking towards your shared room. The others had informed you of your mates arrival while you were out in town and you were eager to welcome him with open arms. You pad in, cold floor beneath you feet. He must be curled up in the nest it's where he liked to recharge after being gone. You walk towards the bed where you know a heap of white blankets and pillows is waiting as you quietly peek in the room. Your mate is in the nest alright, but...instead of the usual stark white, a myriad of color litters the top. Your blanket, you realize, is now the main center piece of the nest, curled securely around your sleeping mate as he purrs in his sleep, plant marking glowing softly. It seems...he liked the gift after all.

[thek1ngtalks]

Some backstory info/your inspiration/or what drove you to writing Mountain To No One?

Also, why that title specifically?

Gimme some TNE crumbs here.

I have been really patient in waiting for chapter 3 y'know... 🥲

okokok I have been WAITING for an ask like this

warnings!!! Spoilers! For the end of The Novel's extra and stuff under the cut! also i yap. SOOOOO much. (+bonus drawings to beg for ur forgiveness TT)

so backstory? I finished the novel and lost my fucking mind at the ending. I was GUTTED that such a small group of people remembered Hajin and that Suho wasn't one of them despite LITERALLY FINDING OUT HIS WORLD IS A NOVEL AND HAJIN IS GOD !!! like that is canon! and yet! he doesn't get to remember him! i felt wronged.

My inspiration hit me in the middle of the night in which i wrote two simple sentences before falling asleep.

There's a number on his smartwatch that leads to nowhere. Suho's gotten in the habit of texting it throughout his day. Today, it texted back.

"k1ng, isn't that just the description of MTN?" why yes, yes it is. because i was NOT gonna make a new summary when the original inspiration worked so well

And for what drove me to actually continue writing it when I had (literally) a dozen other ideas for TNE fanfics?

Not sure, actually. I just kinda got inspired, wrote another hundred words and it sort of grew from there. Then i had to make a outline for what I wanted from the story and the ORIGINAL plan was for 2-3 chapters in total of a quick, sweet reunion.

Then I wrote 7k words for the first chapter and 14k for the second. You can see where that went down the drain.

So, to summarize, 1) Finished the novel, hated the ending. 2) Wrote a prompt I ended up liking. 3) Got WAY too deep into it to stop

The title... the title... well originally the title was Mountain to Nowhere. Super similar to Mountain to No One, right? WRONG. Mountain to Nowhere was just a name that sounded nice, felt vaguely interesting and was easy to remember (it's also why i shorthand it to MtN instead of MtNO, it's what i called it in the drafting phase).

Mountain to No One, though, that's different. It doesn't roll off the tongue as easily, implies something FAR different than 'nowhere' and honestly felt more meaningful to me.

I might sound pretentious (if I haven't already) but when I write 'No One', I think of it like the myth of Odysseus. He used the name Outis (Nobody or No One) so i just kinda nabbed it, figuring someone might make the connection one day. I fr thought, "Oh i am COOKING" because i did basic comparisons between two morally ambiguous heroes with hidden identities and (questionably) good intentions. Kim Hajin and Odysseus. but i mean, i wasn't wrong. i was kinda cooking with that one

So 'No One' refers to Kim Hajin. The title essentially means 'Mountain to Kim Hajin' which is why it felt more meaningful than 'mountain to nowhere' which did NOT have that background when i thought it up

IM SO SORRY IT'S BEEN 7 MONTHS. i know, i know. seven months! IM SORRY. im also sorry for yapping. but im offering a few drawings as repayment and this week im officially posting teasers for the new chapter (which should go out by halloween! (hopefully)) so i hope u forgive me anon