#gn cosplayer

[suiana]

(yandere! fictional character x gn! cosplayer reader) (reader is refuses to acknowledge yan and where he originally came from 💀)

"that's a nice cosplay! where'd you get that wig from?"

"this is not a wig."

"what?"

he tugs at his hair harshly, bending down slightly so you can see his roots. you stare in shock, eyes wide open as you marvel in delight. woah! his cosplay was so realistic!

"see? not a wig."

"oh... nice dye job then!"

"this is my natural hair."

he retorts, standing back upright as you maintain eye contact with him. you tear your gaze away from him, taking in his body and features as you tilt your head at him slightly. huh... now that you're actually looking at him... his cosplay looks a little too realistic... there's no way..?

"you're so cool! you're like, that one character from that one anime i really love-"

"maybe cause i am? i'm here to see you actually...."

you shake your head at him, wagging a finger as you chuckle slightly. it was such a sight for everyone to see. a "delusional" cosplayer and a cosplayer who rejects everything that said delusional cosplayer said.

"haha! you're so in character! if i were a little more dumb i would've believed you!"

you then pat him on the back before waving goodbye at him. the convention was still on-going and you had lots left to do! you must bid farewell to him even if you wanted to chat more. what an interesting fella he is! does he really think he's a fictional character that came into your world just to see you?

"see ya! hope you enjoy the rest of the con! wait, can i have a pic first though?"

you hold your phone, looking up at him expectantly. his beautiful features stare down at you before he sighs, nodding as he poses for the camera.

you cheer, getting your phone in position before flinching as you feel him stand way too close for comfort. ah well... it's only for a while anyways. you'll just let this one pass...

"thank you! see ya!"

you then skip away, wanting to enjoy the rest of the con as you leave the mysterious cosplayer all alone. what a funny guy! he was so in character and he said he was here for you! how cute!

unfortunately it was not cute at all for him.

damn it, he thinks. he grits his teeth as he rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration. you're just so... infuriating at times. how could he make you believe that he's real?

and that's when it hit him. he could just kill everyone in this convention until you acknowledge him! what a wonderful idea! he then stretches, warming up his body as he grins to himself.

he can't wait to see that look on your face when you realize that he's the real deal!

[d3stinyist1red]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏsᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ x GN ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

yan cosplayer who is very famous on social media

yan cosplayer who is now mutuals with you

yan cosplayer who sent u a wave emoji suddenly, and you guys begin talking. You guys really hit it off, managing to became good friends in a small amount of time

yan cosplayer who now calls you everyday, giggling at your stupid jokes as he kicks his feet

yan cosplayer who now lets you pick what cosplays he should do next

yan cosplayer who now only cosplays what you want, pouting his lips at you whenever you tell him that he has to take other people suggestions into consideration and not just yours

yan cosplayer who literally sends you pics where he's in the tiniest skirt and tiniest shirt like it was just a piece of small fabric at this point, he literally even sends you pics of his thighs in thigh highs (those long thin socks kinda??? IDKK🤑😭)

yan cosplayer who basically now sends you nudes at this point, showing you his new shorts that BARELY cover anything, you could literally see his boner through his shorts

yan cosplayer who likes and comments in all your posts, literally he EATS them uppp

yan cosplayer who texts you some downbad ass shit

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herfavcosplayer!

Babe

Babe

do u think this will fit you and get u pregnant?? (U COULD BE A GUY HE DOES NOT CARE)

(pic of his dick)

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yan cosplayer who now finally meets you in person, and he's literally like a dog for you, panting whenever you slightly touch him

yan cosplayer who runs your thigh, and smiles at you as if hes innocent even though he's like 1 inch away from your middle part like🤨

yan cosplayer who only replies to your comments on his post, never responding to his fans

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y/nsigma

hey u lok good

herfavcosplayer

TYSM BABY I LOVE YOUUU<33 DO YOU WANT ME TO ORDER YOU FOOD?? BABY UR SO SWEET I SWEAR I WOULD BREAK ANYONES LEGS IF THEY EVEN GLANCED AT YOU<333

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yan cosplayer who is ur personal d rider, whenever you say ur stressed he says "Okay! So jump on this dick, love! :3" or whenever you say your head hurts, he suggests to give you head

yan cosplayer who is ur cosplayer who luvs u so so much<3

[kissktten]

crushing on oblivious! bllk guys

part two (๑´ㅂ`๑)

characters: michael kaiser, ness, nanase, kunigami

this contains: reader is lowk like barbie. so many different jobs lmao.. anyways, lot of fluff and gn! reader :P oh, and reader is smoking a cigarette in ness’s one.. sorry it was the best thing i could think of hehe.. and in kunigami’s one you’re a cosplayer! :3

extra: yes, i really like michael kaiser, how could you tell?

kaiser doesn’t care about you. you’re just some random lowlife who sits around near the stadium to eat lunch. who eats in such a grimy place, anyways? and why are you so loyal to that bench? despite these questions, kaiser pays no attention to you. not until he catches sight of you one day. it’s only then, when he realises— you’re a freaking journalist. you’re writing away with one hand, the other clutching onto a fork as you balance your hunger with work. the man approaches, raising an eyebrow as you seem to stiffen. he says nothing, half relishing in the way you suddenly look so.. awkward. he grunts in slight annoyance as you stand back up, quickly walking away from him— leaving your beloved journal behind, only your lunch in hand as you practically speed down the street. he debates following after you, his slim hand reaching to pick up your journal. it’s cute, he notes; not something that he’d use, but he supposes that it suits you. the next time kaiser sees you, you’re at the same bench. looking around for your journal, he figures. he chuckles inwardly as a yelp escapes your lips— took you long enough to realise he was behind you. how can a journalist be so scatterbrained? well, it’s lucky that he was holding onto your little journal. “here,” he says, lips curling into a charming smile. that smile falters when you snatch the journal back from him, making yet another quick retreat. over the next few days, you don’t visit that usual bench. part of him wonders if he scared you off— he laughs at the thought, stepping out of the main building. kaiser feels.. oddly surprised when he sees you back on that bench. your eyes meet, and you give him a strange look. you really are strange, kaiser thinks to himself. the same thought crosses his mind when he sees you at one of his games— oh, right. you’re a journalist. but when you give him that familiar strange look, he finds himself hoping that you came for a different reason. not that he thinks you would, anyways— you’re always running off like a mouse.

ness thinks that you’re really cool. you seem to be a super bit fan of soccer— ‘cause he always sees you at his games! he never gets close enough to even think of saying something to you— but he really wishes he can one day. when that day actually does roll around, though, ness freezes. you’re in the car park of the stadium, leaning against a wall with a cigarette perched between your lips. you exhale slowly, the smoke drifting out through the night air and he swears his cheeks have turned red. you are so cool, he thinks to himself. “you need something?” you ask, your gaze drifting to meet with his— wow, you’re so much prettier up close. ness shakes his head, looking back at you. “..do you want one?” you raise an eyebrow at the man, and for a moment, he stands there in slight confusion. does he want a cigarette? normally, he would deny it as soon as possible. but now, he finds himself nodding hesitantly and stepping closer. his cheeks only flush further as you lean towards him, pushing off of the wall and plucking the cigarette out of your lips. wait, wait— this isn’t what he agreed to! what was he thinking, anyways!? he’s never smoked before! his eyes widen, but when he sees you smile, your expression brightening just a little, he relaxes. “if you wanted to talk you could just say so.” you say, looking back at the man, and he swears you’re dangerous. after that incident, he’d find himself looking out for you after matches— and he wonders if you’re waiting for him, or maybe if you like watching his games. should he say something? he smacks himself mentally for even thinking that, and smiles brightly as he approaches you again. you’re probably just very interested in soccer.

nanase doesn’t know what to feel about you. after training, he likes to visit the cafe down the street. you work there, and he’s discovered that you’re really good at making coffee. you draw cute little flowers and hearts on his cup sometimes, and nanase thinks his heart flutters when he notices it! you look so good, too— and, and— you’re standing in front of him again, holding a notepad in your hand, nodding slightly as he orders. he knows that you know he’s going to get the same as usual. you’re somehow always the one to serve him, but he’s not mad. in fact, he thinks he likes it. he feels weird when you return after a little while, and he feels even weirder after you leave. nanase gets these weird feelings around you, but he’s not sure why. maybe it’s the way you smile at him, or the cute drawings. or maybe he’s just overthinking this and you’re nice to everyone! yeah, that’s what it is. but when he sees your number scribbled onto his receipt with a heart beside it, his knees practically buckle. is it casual? is this casual!?

kunigami saw you for the first time at the gym— well, it was you, but you were cosplaying one of your favourite characters. when he stepped inside, he really didn’t expect to see (character) standing right in front of him getting ready to work out. the next time he saw you was after training one night. he was walking down a street, footsteps heavy against the pavement and his shoulders sagging before he hears.. heavier footsteps? he turns around, and flinches slightly at the sight of you— in full armour with a massive sword in your arms. he blinks back at you for a moment, slightly confused. “are you.. okay?” stupud question, but he’s curious. you nod, giving him a cute little peace sign and he thinks your demeanour is much from the outfit you’re wearing. you seem quite.. shy, almost. which is funny for a person in full armour. he lifts a hand, gesturing to his face for you to pull of the helmet. you comply, feeling your heart race just a little— you really didn’t expect to run into kunigami tonight. you came back from a con, feeling tired and super heavy— definitely not ready to talk to your secret crush. you look back at the man, and the.. strangely shy expression on your face is very out of place. you both stand there awkwardly for a few moments, before you quickly put your helmet back on and walk past him, saying something about “being in a hurry.” after that interaction, kinigami’s scrolling on tiktok; and he nearly drops his phone when he comes across your account. ah, so you’re a cosplayer; he clicks onto your profile, deciding he’d like to see some of your recent posts. what did you mean by saying “just ran into my crush in cosplay nobody talk to me” on your newest video? he wonders how many other people you ran into tonight.

[mikkies]

「 YEAH MY BOYFRIEND'S PRETTY COOL, BUT HE'S NOT AS COOL AS ME. 」

Elliot x GN! Lioness Cryptid! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: I'm so sorry in advance for the pizza puns. I js remembered a convo from an Elliot cosplayer in WAAPP that used pizza puns.

Elliot was initially a little wary of you, not because of fear but because he couldn’t quite figure you out. The aura of mystery combined with your imposing yet graceful presence intrigued him.

Despite his usual playful charm, he found himself stumbling over his words when trying to strike up conversations with you. It was new for him, being flustered around someone.

You admire his dedication to his role as a support, even if his stubbornness sometimes gets in the way. Elliot, in turn, admires your fierce loyalty and ability to protect the group in ways he never could.

You’re both a formidable team during rounds. Elliot focuses on healing and providing boosts with his pizza, while you ensure the group’s safety with your lion summon.

Elliot has a habit of jokingly calling your lion “Pizza Patrol” whenever you send it to protect him or another survivor. You always roll your eyes, but secretly, you find his lightheartedness endearing.

He’s surprisingly strategic when working with you. He’ll set up near a safe spot and call out for your lion if he’s cornered or needs time to heal someone. You can always count on him to use your ability wisely.

On rare occasions, when the round gets particularly intense, he’ll throw himself in harm’s way to cover you, even if your lion is right there. You scold him after, but he always grins and says, “Hey, what’s a pizza guy without a little drama?”

Your lion’s presence has a calming effect on the group. Even Elliot, who often carries the weight of his role, feels a sense of relief when he sees it charging in to shield someone.

Elliot has a running joke that the lion should have a name. He’s suggested everything from “Pepperoni” to “Golden Gravy,” though you’ve yet to accept any of his ridiculous suggestions.

He’s surprisingly good at understanding the lion’s body language. If it lingers near him or nudges him, he knows you’re keeping an extra close watch, and it fills him with quiet gratitude.

During downtime, Elliot often sits beside you near the campfire, casually tossing sticks for your lion to chase. While it never really fetches them, it always watches intently, as if humoring him.

He loves to make you laugh. Whether it’s with his pizza puns or exaggerated delivery stories, he takes pride in being able to lighten your often-serious demeanor.

You’ve caught him a few times sneaking treats to your lion. When confronted, he claims he’s just “buttering up the boss’s bodyguard.”

Elliot’s way of showing affection is through small, thoughtful gestures. He’ll save the best slice of pizza for you or make sure your cabin is stocked with whatever you need.

If there’s ever a disagreement during a round, it’s usually about prioritization. Elliot sometimes focuses too much on others, while you try to keep him from spreading himself too thin.

After a particularly tense round, he’s quick to apologize, always with an awkward smile and a heartfelt promise to do better. You, in turn, appreciate his willingness to own up to his mistakes.

Together, you strike a perfect balance: his warmth and humor complement your fierce, protective nature.

Survivors often joke that you’re the “Parents” of the group, with you guarding them like a vigilant sentinel and Elliot taking care of their needs like a dedicated caretaker.

Despite the horrors of the rounds, there’s an undeniable sense of safety and comfort when you and Elliot are around—especially when you’re together.

[writer-freak]

Haikyuu guys with cosplayer reader

Characters: Kuroo, Kenma, Hinata, Oikawa, Atsumu and Suna Warnings: Gn reader, fluff, reader putting on makeup

A/n: As a cosplayer who is currently con crunching I only found it correct to write something like this, it's just something short and sweet I hope to really get back to writing after my con <3

Kuroo Tetsurou He feels a lot of pride for you but also loves teasing you. He watches you paint on eyeliner or lace up a costume and thinks you’re ridiculous, beautiful, otherworldly.

He’ll offer to help cut fabric just so he has an excuse to sit next to you, arms brushing, pretending not to stare. And when you show him photos from a con, just shining with other people surrounding you, he zooms in, looking at your smile, how confident you look.

He doesn’t mind that other people are staring when you are on your way to a photo shoot or convention, let them. He likes that you stand out. That you’re bold. That you can be anyone and still be his. But the best part, for him, is seeing you take off the wig, the lashes, the heels, and crawl into bed with him, still so incredibly radiant, still beautiful. And entirely his.

Kenma Kozume Kenma doesn’t say much at first, just hums when you talk about fabric choices or wig types, fingers still busy with his console. But he listens and he remembers every detail.

He’s quietly fascinated by the way you throw yourself into cosplay , the artistry, the sheer amount of effort you put into becoming transforming yourself into someone else. He definitely enjoys if you cosplay his favorite characters for him, but really the main reason he loves it is because of the way you look so incredibly proud cosplaying something he also loves.

At cons, he stays close to you, a little overwhelmed by the crowds, but soft-eyed and proud as you light up in front of cameras and fans. He gets a little grouchy when people flirt, gives them a deadpan stare over his phone until they back off. But he never stops you from enjoying it. He likes that you’re confident in your skin and in interacting with others in cosplay.

Later, when you’re back home and exhausted, he curls against you on the couch and presses a quiet kiss to your shoulder. “You looked cool,” he murmurs. “I like seeing you like that.”

Hinata Shouyou Hinata is so hyped. Like, way too hyped. He gets starry-eyed every time you show him a new cosplay concept, even if he doesn’t know the character. “Whoa! You’re gonna wear that? That’s so cool!”

He helps in any way he can, running to the store for last-minute glue, holding things while you hot-glue stuff on or adjust straps, sometimes even modeling something your wigs if you need. He is like your personal hype man always cheering you on.

At cons, he’s absolutely your number one fan. Takes a million photos, posts them with excessive emojis and proud boyfriend captions, grins like a maniac when people ask if they can take pics with you.

He’s so into it when you cosplay athletic or high-energy characters, especially if they have Hinata-level confidence. And you bet he’ll be on board if your wanna do a couples cosplay. He doesn’t care who you’re dressed as, the fact that you're so passionate and joyful, that’s what gets him.

“You’re like, the coolest person ever,” he says one night after a con, head in your lap. “How did I get so lucky?”

Oikawa Tooru Oikawa sees your cosplaying as a full-on art form he marvels at it, and sometimes low-key gets jealous because of it. “So I’m dating a supermodel now? Should I be jealous of your followers?”

He lives for getting exclusive sneak peeks of your outfits. Will shamelessly ask for private photoshoots just for him “You can't just show the world, right? Your number one fan needs a personal preview.” He’ll help zip you into costumes with kisses to your shoulder like he can’t help himself.

At cons, he’s half arm-candy, half bodyguard. Flirty, proud, but keeping an eye on everyone that looks a little too interested. He’s got that smug boyfriend energy, like yeah, this drop-dead gorgeous cosplayer? That’s his partner.

But when the lashes come off and your feet ache and the makeup is smeared, he cups your face like you’re still the most stunning thing he’s ever seen. “You’re amazing,” he whispers. “All of it. Every version of you.”

Atsumu Miya At first, Atsumu’s reaction is a mixture of teasing and awe. “Yer gonna walk around dressed like that? Babe, ya tryna kill me?” He says it with a grin, but you catch how his gaze lingers , the way he is admiring you.

He loves the transformation. The confidence. The acting. He’s the loudest person at the con cheering when someone asks for your photo. He even offers to cosplay too ,something matching, and maybe something sexy, just so he can show how much of a power couple you are.

He gets a little too smug when people look at you, wraps an arm around your waist and smirks like he just scored an ace. But it's not insecurity. It’s pride. Atsumu’s the type to fall harder every time you do something bold.

Later, when you’re alone, he’ll tug you into his lap, voice low: “Y’know, I already thought ya were outta my league. But when ya dress up like that? Damn, angel. Ya really tryna ruin me.”

Suna Rintarou Suna doesn’t say much. He sees you working on your costume, crouched over with your brows furrowed, and just watches for a while, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

“You’re insane,” he mutters when you talk about sewing at 2 a.m. or gluing foam pieces to your body. But he never tells you to stop. In fact, he secretly likes it, seeing how passionate your get and how it usually ends up in total chaos. It reminds him of how he feels about you.

He snaps photos of you constantly. Candid ones. Close-ups. Little moments. You rolling your eyes, putting on makeup, adjusting a strap. He doesn’t post them. Just keeps them. For him.

At cons, he’s quiet, present, protective. Someone gets too close? He steps in. Someone makes a comment? He stares them down without a word. He’s not like flashy about it like Atsumu, but he’s always watching.

Afterwards, when you’re sprawled out in bed, exhausted and happy, he murmurs against your skin, “You looked hot. But I like this version of you more. Just mine.”

Thank you so much for reading <3

[ransomwrite]

Timmy Timepiece x GN Reader

Summary: You finally bump into Timmy after so long, but your anxiety still leaves you feeling alone.

A/N: I dont know how to feel about this writing. So apologies in advance if its bad!! @alexplainthat i might still work on a dirk one if u want??

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Nothing felt quite right anymore.

After your friends and lovers left you alone, you felt guilty, trapped in your mind. Sure they visited, but it never felt enough. Like you weren't enough.

Timmy had become an internet sensation, famous for being a ‘cat boy cosplayer’ that people adored. He never visited you, only occasionally dropping gifts of yarn.

While on a morning stroll to clear your mind, a pair of arms wrap around you, along with a tail.

“Master! It's been a long while, nya!” Timmy purrs, the vibrations send a shiver down your spine and the nickname brings back old memories.

“Hi Timmy, how are things?” You reciprocate the hug, he places a kiss on your cheek.

“All is good, Timmy doesn't get bossed around at his job and planned a shhedule to meet master today!” He explained with a smile.

“Really? You don't really visit at all so why did you plan one now?” You didn't mean for it to sound sarcastic, but with all the pent up anger inside, you couldn't hold back.

Timmy stares at you with a slight pout and wide, guilty eyes. “Timmy really does miss you! He was simply preoccupied.”

“Alright, though my home’s a bit busy.” You gave a small smile and the two of you headed back to the house where you two first met.

He noticed how nothing much had changed, and that the cat clocks were still being used in good hands, though he felt mocked by them too.

“Ah, I'm surprised Master hasn't replaced anything.” Timmy plops down on your bed, playing with the ball of yarn you had tossed to him.

You took a seat beside him, deep in your thoughts. “Yeah well, I've got nothing else to remember you all by.”

He pauses at your words, looking towards you and crawling onto your lap. He hums and nuzzles to your chest, giving you even the slightest bit of comfort.

“Everything feels wrong after you all left.” You whisper, focusing on the sheets. “When you all left, I was scared something bad happened.”

“I don't know, seems pretty dumb, huh?” You try to play it off, rubbing your neck. “I sound… weird and obsessive.”

Timmy puts a gloved hand over your mouth to shut you up, giving you a glare and a pout.

“Master shouldn't say things like that. It's normal to miss Timmy.” He assures, twirling the yarn around his fingers.

“Thanks.” You mutter, watching as he plays with the threads.

He stares at you, puts down the yarn and sits up properly. “Forgive Timmy for never visiting. I never meant to cause distress.”

There was a long silence, you lay down on the bed, and Timmy wasted no time going by your side and curling against your chest.

“I'm staying for the night, no matter what you say.” He giggles and sticks his tongue out. “And I'll make sure to visit every time, and to tell the others to come visit you.”

The promise makes you smile, it was something hopeful that you could hold onto for now. Timmy stayed with you for the weekend, keeping his promise by visiting every week. Helping you keep in time with your chores.

Though the days still seemed a bit lonely, Timmy always assured you that he would stay with you and care for you.

[karmicbias]

US Skeletour: Baltimore recap

Baltimore, MD

CFG Bank Arena

July 9, 2025

A day of incredible coincidences and chance occurrences. Miracles, even, if you believe in such things. Divine or infernal - though I’m leaning infernal, of course, given the context. Let me set the stage. 

First things first. It was as hot as satan’s asscrack and not in a sexy-times-will-follow kind of way. Suffocating, oppressive, and wet - you’ll be covered in sweat and it will do nothing because there’s already too much water in the air. I mention this first because it shapes so many things that follow.

This is going to be long and probably silly. You’ve been warned.

Pre-show, pre-doors including VIP details (skip to the pre-show or even the show if you want but do come back for this because I think it’s worth it):

I depart Pittsburgh around 6:30am and arrive in Baltimore around 11 with minimal difficulty other than the surprisingly aggro drivers in the last hour (the city itself was fine though!). I booked a parking garage next door to my hotel, which was subsequently a couple short blocks from the venue. Thank goodness everything was close because I’m pretty sure that could have royally fucked my day with the heat.

First challenge: I don’t know what the line situation is going to be. So I change in the car with the assumption that I might need to be at the venue for possibly hours before getting a wristband, but (correctly) guessing that once I had a wristband I’d be able to fuck off to the hotel until our reporting time. Four stories underground, in sweltering heat. I am drenched and I’m not even out of the garage yet. I get a little turned around leaving the garage but eventually point myself in the right direction and arrive at the venue. There’s a small GA line - about fifteen people - and probably thrice that waiting for VIP (but for all VIP tiers combined because at this point it’s not important which one you have). Buses are lined up at the curb unloading merch and who knows what else. 

Immediately after I arrive we are treated to Vanessa arriving at the venue with her assistant/cameraman/security guy(?). She’s not on duty yet and wearing sparkly black track pants and a tank top because it is hot as BALLS. I was taking a photo for someone with a ghoul cosplayer and she jumped into the shot before they could even ask. I fangirled (gn) for a moment and we all told her how much she’s loved and appreciated, and that we’re glad she came to the US. She said she’d be back later and hustled inside to get ready.

By then the VIP line was moving! Bless the VIP company because they wisely saw a bunch of people out in the baking boiling heat unnecessarily and had a plan to minimize it. Within 20 minutes or so I had my wristband (Anointed 28 - Clergy effectively get treated as Anointed for all pre-show purposes) and had a new problem.

I wasn’t expecting to get through that part of the process so quickly - and my hotel doesn’t do check-in until 4. Whoops. So I find a semi shady spot to sit and chug my water down and try to cool off while I think. I call the hotel to try to find out if early check-in is possible but it goes to a central customer service line and they can’t actually get through to the front desk at my actual hotel. They suggest just checking at the front desk.

Which is great and all but I’m in pretty much full concert getup at this point and also I am a red sweaty drenched mess, and I happened to end up with a room at one of the fanciest hotels in the immediate area (my credit card has a weird selection of hotels to book with points). But I don’t really have options, so I guess I’ll try. So haul up the next block and go inside the main entrance… which is an empty lobby with no desk in sight? But also blissfully air conditioned and full of inviting looking chairs. So obviously I sit down and try to look unobtrusive so at least I won’t be quite so disheveled when I eventually figure out where the front desk is actually located.

I’m sitting there for maybe 30 minutes or so, feeling a bit recovered, and thinking about all those folks stuck in GA. Impulsively, I place an order for doordash to have a bunch of bottles of gatorade delivered to the line, which feels like a small thing I can do for fellow fans. I throw a nice fat tip on since the delivery person is gonna be juggling an awkward load.

Stop for a second and think to yourself, if you were hot and sweaty and a bit rumpled and looking out of place, who’s the last person you’d want to show up in that moment? Keeping in mind the context of this post, of course.

No, it wasn’t Tobias. Thank fuck. I would have died on the spot I’m pretty sure.

First of all I’m staring at my phone when I see a guy walk past me a couple feet away and I notice the really nice looking guitar case he’s carrying. And then as he peers out the lobby doors, I realize what the fuck I’m looking at. It was mister fucking could be a goddamn cover model Rain Ghoul (I’ll use stage names because some folks prefer to keep it a mystery!), seven feet tall, all legs and the broadest fucking shoulders and perfect clothes and hair and face. Of fucking course it is.

I peek as much as I dare trying to get my brain to parse what’s happening. He’s wearing the same Pirates hat that I remember noticing in pics on his insta and also in the end-of-EU-tour photo. I’m brave enough to look in his direction (but not in his eyes, what am I - neurotypical?) and quirk one eyebrow and give the tiniest finger salute. “Yes, I see you and I know you but I’ll be cool. Thanks for being you.” I don’t wait to see if he acknowledges it. He walks back toward the elevators for a moment and then comes back to sit directly across from me in this not-quite-a-hallway-not-quite-a-lobby, luggage and bass in tow. And company.

Sorry, I’m going to pause and rewind a bit here. I need to give you some more backstory. 

I’m not actually sorry.

The day before the show, Vanessa posted a photo to her instagram of her in her hotel room. Me, being an idiot who likes to be a detective on the internet, was like shit man, I bet you can figure out where they’re staying based on that (WHICH IS WHY IT IS A BAD IDEA TO BE CLEAR). Which I then proceeded to do. And I sighed in relief because, and I said to two of my friends, “no one wants to be in your shlubby 3am getting a snack clothes and have a surprise Mountain Ghoul on the other side of the elevator doors.” And the hotel she was in was not my hotel - it was next door! Which is ideal from my perspective - maybe you’re alert and observant and see someone, and maybe you don’t and that’s fine. You don’t get your hopes up but maybe some magic happens.

So anyway. You can probably guess what happens next.

Goddamn Mountain Ghoul. Yes. It actually takes me a moment of going “oh shit what if this is the new guy?!” (put a pin in that please) because he had his back to me and they were talking quietly enough that I couldn’t actually hear his voice clearly at all. But then I catch the side profile of his face and proceed to start shitting my pants and messaging some friends on Discord to scream silently since obviously I must Play It Cool here.

Fun facts: Mountain wears his backpack on both shoulders like a properly ergonomic ghoul should. His hair is floppy in that nice boyish way and more red than I realized!. I also realize that Mountain wears a lot of cologne. It’s pleasant but the throw is ridiculous.

Well - he’s a drummer and we all know just how sweaty our dirt boy is. Whomst among us.

I gather from the tiny bits of conversation I can legitimately overhear without trying to pay attention that they’re waiting for a ride to the venue and it’ll be there in about ten minutes. Rain and Mountain go to look out the doors again. I hear them exclaim, “There you are!” and the Snoopy lover himself, one Dewdrop Ghoul, motors through the lobby at a truly impressive pace for someone who broke his foot like three months ago. No boot or cane in sight. Yes, he was wearing a black tshirt and black adidas track pants. 

My hands are sweaty. My knees’ status is unknown because my ass is staying the fuck in this chair until this scene plays out fully and conclusively.

Mountain wanders off not to be seen again by me until the curtain drops, leaving his luggage behind for his bandmates to deal with later (really).

My phone rings.

It’s the doordash delivery guy (gn) who needs a better explanation of my delivery instructions. Right. I’d totally forgotten about that in the wake of the mudslide in my vicinity (did you see what I did there?).

So - with Rain fully in earshot and no longer distracted by his drummer friend - I explain. There’s a concert and people who are going to be waiting around in the sun all day. Look for the people in costumes with umbrellas and pass around the drinks to anyone who wants one. Task accomplished - great! Thank you so much.

I try not to die or even look at Rain. I stare at my phone. I look up and now there are two new people joining him. A lady I know I don’t know (my first thought was Aurora of course but definitely not) and a kinda middle-aged dude, big broad shoulders, thick in the chest and belly with smaller legs and cute little feet in converse. Has some kind of black bag that isn’t definitely luggage but isn’t obviously gear like a guitar case. Looks like a high school history teacher or the data analyst in the corner cubicle. Just a guy. I do think to myself, having just wondered if Mountain was the new guy before recognizing him, could it be…? He doesn’t look like their usual security type.

I don’t have a ton of time to analyze the data further because of the arrival of Phantom Ghoul and his similarly nice guitar case and other belongings, which is quickly followed by the end of that ten minutes, apparently - their ride is here and the group gathers up all their accumulated baggage (even Mountain’s, they’re so kind to each other!) and exits the lobby. 

Might as well see how this plays out at this point - the numbers are in my favor, I’m pretty sure. And sure enough, our stunning lioness on the keys is also hauling ass for the bus. I feel brave enough to shoot her a grin for reasons that cannot be named. Followed a minute later by a lady ghoul who, well, would you believe her name went right out of my head just now. You know who I mean.

I know Dewdrop is still upstairs so I’m gonna hang for a little longer and yep - here he comes. Zooming right along. His guitar case is on wheels!

I linger a little longer - I really should go ask about checking in - hoping that maybe, just maybe, I can get a full bingo. But the universe said not today - and that was more than okay. What an incredible treat that was. I wonder if any of them will recognize me, later. I wonder if Rain will think about the gentle doofus who wanted to do something nice for people who were so dedicated to the Ritual.

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Okay, thank you for indulging me in my pre-show silliness. The number of sheer coincidences that had to line up for this entire thing to have happened at all is a little ridiculous. I wanted to commemorate that in an equally ridiculous way. Moving on!

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Let’s get this moving as I’ve already written way more than I planned to and I know most people are probably here for show notes anyway!

VIP pre-show:

Pretty well organized and I expect it will only get better from here! If anyone wants to send Asks I’d be happy to answer specific questions instead of spending a ton of time on the tiny details in this post.

The museum was incredible. And also suitably spooky. I didn’t think it would be as strange to stand next to fake corpses that felt so perfectly real - I’ve seen them on youtube a million times by now! - but it was honestly bizarre in a perfect way. I wish everyone could have the experience because it sets the tone so well.

I saw the red suit and the white suit and paid them suitable (ha) admiration. He’s so goddamn fucking tiny you guys. Kind of obsessed with the Plague Ghoul costume. Would make and wear. Might just.

I’m pretty sure the Prequelle ghoul uniform on display is Dewdrop’s because it’s just so little all over. But the shoes are hilariously big especially in juxtaposition so I’m gonna assume Mountain - they were probably in the best condition considering how little they got worn, right?!

I GOT TO SIT IN THE CONFESSIONAL - I’ll be honest I don’t know if it’s the exact one from the Satanized video because it has a kneeler on the side that faces the camera and I’m pretty sure that isn’t there, but it could also be Hollywood magic or whatever. They have a photo booth app thing set up. I took a very bad photo that I now have the opportunity to turn into a Bit because I’m gonna do this five more times. Send suggestions.

If you, like me, bought a standing VIP thing and they give you a little slip at a certain point in the process that has a seat number on it - do not panic like I did (but only a tiny amount)! It’s merely a quirk of some venues’ ticketing software. Talk to one of the VIP staff (not the venue but the VIP part specifically) if you’re worried, they’re all lovely.

I met @torjlou torjou because she had the wristband number directly after mine! I recognized that battle vest immediately. We had a good time talking to the girls in line behind us who were best friends after meeting at a Ghost show away from home and then learning they were practically neighbors!

Going into the arena itself was extremely surreal - the curtain is grand and imposing in direct opposition to the gauzy curtain of Impera’s era. Make of that what we will.

Richie was posted at the entry to the standing area. There’s a section for seated floor behind that, and in front of the sound booth.

The only other fans in the area at this point are the Apostles - filling in the center barricade area. They made sure everyone walked to their spot but at Anointed 28 of probably 60(?) I only barely snagged a spot at barricade, and way off to the side at that.

But nevertheless, the spot directly in front of the raised platform at stage left (your right, for non theater and stage kids), the spot where the Mummy Dust cannon would be wheeled directly next to - but I get ahead of myself - was mine.

The wait

The environment was very chill. I immediately sat down and leaned back against the barricade. Eventually I’d say about half the folks on my side of that center peninsula of the stage were sitting. Chatting, enjoying the air conditioning and being off our feet. Trading trinkets - one fan brought teeny tiny ghosts with BMORE RITUAL 25 on the bottom!

I started talking to my neighbors - who were both absolutely lovely! One had been to both Forum shows, and the other was a Ritual virgin like me. Her dad eventually came in with the Ascended seated group and they waved to each other excitedly. 

The vibes were good and the people-watching unparalleled as the crowd gradually filtered in. I check my watch and time my edible appropriately. I let people pass around the Ghildo a little bit and everyone is entertained.

A loud cheer goes up from the other side of the barricade at about 7:45 - we all hop to our feet and here’s Vanessa, now Ritual Ready! They go back and forth a bit with the camera and then eventually come down the line - turns out this was an instagram live (link), and she interviewed my barricade buddy who was at her first show and was dressed very beautifully as a Sister of Sin. 

https://www.facebook.com/namelessghouls/videos/1040311774923690/

Vanessa has a set of glamorous new dresses and also wears extremely practical black sparkly skechers. A true icon.

So when you see your gentle doofus in the sparkly hand-rhinestoned flomask and “FUCK YOU” hat, make sure to wait until you see the neon purple ghildo clasped lovingly in their hands as the camera passes by and know that I waved it proudly throughout the night for all of you.

The show

Turns out that a giant rainstorm dumping on the line (oops - VIP got in before it started) means that people don’t have enough time to get to their seats to start on time.

A guy from the local radio station comes out and addresses us? I think for a moment they’ve hired some kind of audience warm-up act in place of an opener but he seems to be trying to stall without actually saying there’s a delay or anything. I dunno, it was odd and kind of pointless as far as I could tell.

As we listened to the pretty pre-show songs loop while we waited for folks to get into seats, a bunch of folks suddenly appeared to help with the curtain drop. They didn’t look like techs but were maybe other workers from the venue team? Anyway one of the women mentions that they started building the stage on Monday. Interesting bit of trivia for you.

At this point the curtain looks like it’s breathing. Wild shit.

It’s 8:06. We overhear Richie and one of the stage managers (guy with big beard that’s not Jesus) say “five minutes” from the far edge of the curtain.

As I’m looking that direction, I see a slightly tallish young man with a familiar shade of dark blonde hair and a face and build that’s similar but not quite the same as his father’s (“-- his father”) walking towards the seated area behind the pit and quickly peer ahead of him, confirming - a shorter, blonder young lady, preceded by a woman with dark brown hair: The Family Forge.

Yes - the twins and Mrs. Ghost were in attendance! How many Ghost and Ghost-adjacent people can one person manage to be in exactly the right place at the right time (right here right now) for in one day, truly?

It’s past 8:11 but finally it happens. The lights dim. The music stops. The crowd collectively breathes with the curtain as the gentle and familiar tones of the Peacefield intro break the hush.

I realize quickly that I am going to have a pretty bad spot for sound - taking out my ear protection momentarily just to make sure - but so it goes. 

Bright white lights shine through the curtain, shooting sharp beams through the gashes in the material. It’s actually a lot of different types of material - tulle, crepe perhaps, lots of things - including some kind of silky one that has an iridescent pink sheen.

There’s something Papa says about introducing Ghost - but it’s muffled. And then the music crescendos and I stare directly up, anticipating - the curtain drops.

It’s dizzying. Disorienting. It’s perfect.

The lights flash bright and suddenly here we are. Hundreds of photos from April and May carefully hoarded, cataloged, and studied, appreciated and admired, imagined. It’s all real.

It actually looks smaller than I imagined it.

Well that’s a surprise. Perhaps I have a big imagination! This is not a complaint. 

Who has time to think about that when suddenly there is an endless parade of ghoul (Hi again Dew. Hello Rain, fancy meeting you here. Oh, bug - never change your bendy antics) and light and sound and him. Papa. 

Papa reaching his arms over his head exposing a goodly triangle of the side of his torso via the scooped hem of his silky black shirt. Goodness. That’s not an angle we’ve gotten to see yet. Some benefits to being directly off to Papa’s side, I suppose.

I notice two things almost immediately once I’m able to stop staring at this surprise treat.

One: that Dew is still wearing the boot despite looking completely recovered at the hotel. Fair enough. It’s probably a good way to keep him from autopilot stomping his poor foot into oblivion out of habit. And a good reminder about disabilities, even temporary ones. <3

Two: that the mystery man of the hotel is, indeed, our new Ghoul. This fact is distracting for several songs. I am possibly one of very few or even a singular fan who knows what he looks like at this particular moment in time, though not who he is. Who the band may have realized knows this due to the earlier hotel shenanigans. Huh.

Because of this, the show takes a few songs to settle for me. I want to try to remember the EU setlist (which I’ve got down pretty well) and note what changes, but I know I won’t remember this. I’m worried I won’t remember much at all, that it will all vanish into ectoplasm the moment I walk out the door. I’m shocked at how much I remember. Which is why you’re getting this brick.

It also takes me a while to reconcile how different the experience is from watching fan footage and RHRN because boy howdy there were a couple months this year where that was my coping mechanism. Where people (generally) know where the “good stuff” is going to happen already and plan for it when they film. Or when an editor picks all the perfect antics for you. Or even for more familiar songs - where you know to look to see Dew choke Rain during Year Zero (yep) or watch Papa annihilate some doofus in the audience through the power of his mummy thrust (also yep). 

But I find myself placing the humble mode of transportation ahead of the equine responsible for its locomotion. Patience. I am not making you a snack, a nosh, tea, a meal, or even a feast. I am making you an entire goddamn Ghostified banquet complete with those little chocolate fountains, a guy that’ll make you an omelet, and an open bar. Take a break, get a drink, have a drug (if that’s your bag), go do your chores or your job (or not, I’m not your boss) and come back. I’m not going anywhere.

Spirit concludes - I’m a bit surprised but happy to hear it stuck around. Maybe Phantom did a bit here? 

At any rate, we’re suddenly launched into the first musical surprise of the evening - not heard since 2019 during the Cardinal’s reign - Per Aspera Ad Inferi. One of my favorites from Infestissumam. I turn to my neighbors in disbelief - is this really happening? It is. It really is.

It’s awesome. I start to get lost in the sauce. 

Things are gonna get more subject-oriented from here and less sequential (A LIE, they edit in, belatedly) because I may not have any clue what song a particular interaction happened during. It is what it is.

Ghoul stuff

Dew, on his first sojourn to the higher platform, spots the blackriver patch on my vest and points rapidly between us a couple times nodding his head

(sidenote/fun fact: I never realized he’s got two sets of pedals! One at the top of the steps and one at the bottom. Which: oops)

Rain, tall as he is, absolutely looms in the most majestic of ways when he’s up on the big platform. He visits quite often and seems to spend a lot of time looking in my general direction - perhaps he remembers the Gatorade doofus after all.

Phantom is up here not quite as often as Rain but more than Dew, understandably. The usual antics - all legs and elbows and angles and head tilts. Our wonderful whimsical Bug. I’m pretty sure he danced with me twice - or at least, I was dancing when he came up and then he started grooving with me, so one assumes that’s what was happening.

My view of the back platforms is quite restricted - I can’t see Cirrus at all - but I can see enough to tell that the ghouls are in new spots vs. EU Skeletour! 

Our new gentleghoul is currently in the veil/headdress option, standing in Cumulus’ old spot now and is doing her piano / shaker / tambourine parts. He’s also doing Swiss’ backup vocals, so I think this is a new configuration for the band - but please tell me if I’m wrong!

Aurora has shifted back to her old spot - incidentally now snagging the Umbra cowbell part as she turns keys over to the new guy. For EU tour attendees - was the Papa lift on the Phantom or Dew side of the stage? I wondered if they moved the lift to the new ghoulette’s side since she took that over, and then hired a musician who necessitated reorganizing the stage.

The new ghoulette is now in Swiss’ old spot. It seems like she and Cirrus are close IRL so this makes sense somehow. And taking the stuff Swiss and Cumulus did and remixing it to different assignments probably feels better to everyone than literally just shoving new people into those spots with the same responsibilities as the ones they’re replacing (see: Aether/Phantom).

With this new lineup, Phantom keeps the acoustic guitar part for TFIAFL!

Year Zero

Year Zero hits so incredibly different live. 

First of all, the outfit is mesmerizing as many have noted. The construction of it is pretty much a dress and he gets so much mileage out of the way he moves it in - the tail of course, but even the way it drapes around his hips is just genuinely a masterpiece. Yes, I’m a costume nerd.

He still does the spin but I don’t think the lighting is the same so you don’t get the same effect - at least from where I was standing.

Dew and Rain both got in his way instead of just Rain.

Yes, we had the Raindrop choke. It was sensual - they both tilted their heads towards each other first - the tiniest foreplay - then leaning into each other as Dew wrapped his hand gently around Rain’s throat, almost hesitantly, before trailing his fingers down his chest and -

Sorry, where was i?

But what really REALLY stood out to me is how the climax of the song feels not just like a chant, but like an incantation. It’s the power of the audience’s belief and participation that summons those flames. And I never realized, until I was part of it. 

The heat coming off them is somehow both foreign and fascinating. It’s over in a flash but it’s so strong - a singular experience, I think (unless you are lucky enough to go many times of course).

Wow. This is when I was totally all in. Not just actively enjoying myself, the weird dissociation from the experience having passed, but completely engrossed.

Other songs/stuff that didn’t merit their own sections

Faith stuck around too - at this point I’m starting to wonder if we’re going to get any new Skeleta songs after all. I get distracted by ghouls and forget to pay attention to see if he says “motherfucker” or something.

Majesty: If this is Tobias he’s doing some phenomenal body acting with his arms and hands. I could only see him from the waist up unfortunately, but he’s got this weirdly jerky and yes robotic/cybernetic thing going on. Like he’s an animatronic. It’s freaky in a way that makes the song more interesting, honestly. 

SIDE NOTE: I start to wonder if he’s trying to show us a new story - the different Perpetuas we see are actually him at different points of a timeline? I don’t know. There’s something rattling around in there about this. The more formal and church-y he gets, the less fluid he gets. The more doctrine he sings, the more mechanically he moves. You can see it in Year Zero too. I don’t know what to make of this yet.

TFIAFL - we got the same little speech other folks have mentioned, or some version of it. Phantom holds up his fingers 2 - 3 - 4 during the “2034” lyric to help cue people for the change. He’s really magnificent with the crowd and seeing the most recent music video he put out for his solo project, you can tell. ;)

Cirice wasn’t hitting for me last night - I don’t know why. Still settling into the show, I think, and the audio quality was missed here, for me. He came to the stage left side of the peninsula and Cirice’d someone in that corner. I did notice his hand movement here is different than I remember. I’d love to put them all side by side from the different eras and compare.

I was also distracted by his costume - nothing new I don’t think, but that mask is SO sparkly. It’s unreal and almost unnerving. And I thought for a minute that maybe they added more rhinestone lines to his jacket to make it look less like pajamas, but it’s possible that I’ve just not seen the back of it before.

The new ghoul seemed to be doing something interesting here - one of the times I distinctly remember noticing his vocal probably because I think he did it differently from Swiss. I think he’s taking part of one of the chorus sections up an octave. It’s really pretty.

DATHOML - I was surprised we got this one, too! He let us know when he wanted us to sing but I think we did pretty all right.

Satanized was probably the first song where I felt myself start to settle in a little more. I absolutely forgot about my promise to myself to freak it monk style in the pit so my brain was finally not overthinking the fact that every single thing I was seeing meant I was missing something else. It was also the song where I started waving the Ghildo at Papa as he finally made his way up to the high platform (he was probably up there before but it just didn’t feel like the right moment to shake a dick at Papa, somehow). I was only a little disappointed when he didn’t (visibly or immediately, at least - pin that) react or notice.

I had to juggle songs where I wanted to wave the ghildo and songs where I wanted to potentially catch any picks that might happen to come my way. I’m not terribly coordinated, you’ll be shocked to learn. So knowing me I’d find a way to attempt a one handed catch and end up using the ghildo like a baseball bat, sending that pick flying back at its owner.

But Jay, you say, that picture of you haul you shared via text/social media/skywriter had a pick in it! 

Yes, yes it did. Because Richie is, in fact, the man. At various points throughout the night I’m pretty sure he made sure that a good many of us at barricade got a pick. I’d guess he’s just got a pile of them in a pocket, but I suppose there’s always a chance he was distributing wayward tosses that didn’t make it into the crowd.

I don’t remember what song this was before BUT - for others who were there, did they play Masked Ball (the music for the plague doctors during the Cardinal era of the three-hour shows) at one point almost as a hold/spacer to finalize a costume change or something? I swear I was so confused for a minute.

Satan Prayer was the other shocker of the night. While I was utterly tickled to hear another Opus song - making its first appearance since the sole show of the cursed year of 2020 where Copia ascended and Nihil became a Force ghost - of course he did Tobias you goddamn fucking nerd how did I just realize this), I don’t think it works in the current format. The audience singalong section goes way long - I think he’s hoping people will jump in more but this one’s old enough that it may not be at the forefront of many’s memories. I’d be curious to see how he might remix it to make it a little more tailored to the current arena setting.

However! On one of the 'coming of seed' lines, Perpetua did give us an absolutely casual jerk off/cum fling gesture. Chef's kiss.

RITUAL - or lack thereof. Despite it being one of my top Ghost songs, I somehow didn’t realize we didn’t get Ritual until after the show when I was scrolling my dash in a stupor. Is this literally the first full-length Ghost concert where it hasn’t been played? I don’t think setlist.fm has a ‘show me the last time this wasn’t played’ filter.

I’m hoping Ritual and this one or Per Aspera Ad Inferi will swap spots every couple shows like they did with Faith/Pinnacle and Call Me Little Sunshine/Majesty.

Umbra: so, so fun, but without good audio and with limited visibility especially during the keyboard/guitar duel, this one was harder to enjoy than I would have liked. I expect I’ll get more out of it from a different vantage point. I also think the “Papa” at the end of this song is sus, as reported previously by others. It’s just so weird the way he pops out on one end of the stage but barely long enough to see him, then runs around the back and does it again on the other side. It feels like not-quite-good-enough sleight of hand. A failed Criss Angel, if you will. And then he pops out really soon after all done up for Year Zero. Hmm.

He Is: a chance to catch our breath after the intensity of Year Zero. It really is like singing along in church and I’m glad it happened late enough in the show that I didn’t feel weird about it.

Rats: I adore this song beyond belief and I am one million percent sure that my neck and shoulder muscles would be sore today because of the amount of headbanging I did during Cerberus Mode alone.

KTGG: Dew was being absolutely filthy here. It was great. I saw him stick his entire middle finger in his mouth and slide it out with a little pop at the end.

You see what I mean about not getting a lot of Papa action out on the edges? Most of what I remember is ghoul interactions.

Well, maybe go get another drink or hit or whatever. A chocolate. A little treat. Because V is coming.

Mummy Dust

Aka the part of the ritual where Papa claims his sacrifice.

Okay I’m being a little dramatic but you will forgive me. You will understand. Maybe you’ve already heard this part because you better believe I’ve recounted it at least half a dozen times already. That’s okay. Maybe read it again and pretend it’s you. Or don’t. I’m not your boss, I already told you that.

I’m pausing writing here for a moment despite being on hour three of standing over this entire kitchen full of giant stovetops cooking for you. I need mood music. Alexa - no I don’t use fucking Alexa. You get the picture. Play me some Mummy Dust.

The first minute, approximately, of the song, goes about as you expect. I don’t think Perpetua is wilding quite like his two predecessors (no - and I cringe to acknowledge this cultural reference - no full out hawk tuah on his gloved fist transitioning into full on fisting) but again - my audio wasn’t great so maybe Tobias was over there fighting Mary for control of his body again. Who can say.

Do you remember where Copia stands during this part of the song? For the most part, Perpetua’s blocking is similar. Understandably, TF doesn’t want to relearn all this shit every time he reinvents his wheel.

So do you remember? (Pepperidge Farm remembers) 

That’s right. He stands on the far stage left raised platform.

Where, I remind you, I am standing at barricade, neon purple Ghildo, his very own graven image of lustful worship, raised aloft. 

Beckoning, perhaps. Challenging. Acknowledge me. See me. Show me you.

Be careful what you goddamn wish for, the universe answers.

So. We’re a minute into the song, ore thereabouts. There’s an instrumental break.

We’ve already recalled Copia in RHRN. Now, recall the choreography, an evolution of Terzo’s - we’ll come back to that in a minute - the somewhat bored and detached boob honk. The perfunctory hip grab mimed, the small thrusts and withdrawal. Perhaps my retroactive perspective is somewhat altered, now.

This was NOT that.

This man. This creature.

STARED ME DOWN LIKE PREY.

Clawed at my chest and hips and had his way with me.

I was stuck in an infinite tunnel vision of Perpetua and not one other soul in that arena.

I am certain I did things that were horrendously embarrassing. Did I mime his choreography back at him? You know I did.

And then we went our separate ways.

I remember asking my neighbor, “Did that really just fucking happen?”

Another embarassment: as I attempted to recover and prepare for the fire ghoul bukakke to come (ha), I threw my head back in delight at the same moment the wonderfully patient person behind me who put up with my ass (literally) thrust her head forward. Or maybe it’s just where it was, even worse. She seemed okay but if you read this: Sweet Lucifer I am sorry. Please forgive me, I was having a life-changing experience.

I did manage to gather enough of my brain cells together in time to jerk off with Dew.

You know what I mean but it’s funnier to say it that way. Sunglasses (deal with it)

It's even raunchier in person, somehow. The way he - ahem.

Perpetua made the mummy dust joint and threw it again, but it didn’t make it into the crowd. He asked Richie to get it and then spotted Ryan and teased us about looking at all his pretty photos online so we don’t have to take them ourselves.

The mummy dust cannon was very fortuitously placed for me but I get the sense that more of it got backdrafted onto the stage even than usual. We got the Jesus blowjob special and the venue staff were already gathering it up to pass out and back. I had a lot of people offer me some on my way out and I kept opening up my vest to show them the bills in my inner vest pocket like I was some kind of cool baby.

I have been writing this for at least three hours no so yeah it’s getting real fuckin’ weird and we’ve still got four songs to go, not to mention a bunch of other miscellaneous stuff that’s less easily categorized. I will persevere and so can you. Take your time. 

The finale and the encore

Monstrance Clock - we got the ‘conclusively’ clue and the usual patter about appreciating us on behalf of the band, etc. Very lovely. I was singing the harmonies because that’s what I always do at home and I wonder if my neighbors thought I can’t sing (sometimes it was hard to tell what key a song was in at first). Oh well.

He did do something close to Terzo and the Cardinal's Monstrance Clock choreo but I didn't see all of it.

They were offstage for a minute or so. No real pretense at not being the end of course.

Finally it is encore time!

Mary on a Cross - I have such mixed feelings about this song! I heard it long before I knew it was Ghost of course, on recycled tiktoks that turned up on instagram. And it never grabbed me but it’s a perfectly good song! I’ll happily bop along to it any day. But it’s not special for me like it is for a lot of folks. That’s okay though!

Because next up is Dance Macabre. I said this separately on tumblr last night but this is seriously one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen in my entire life. The confetti, the rainbow lights, everything about it is perfect.

But what I haven’t seen ANYONE say about Dance Macabre is this: at this point in the show Papa is back in the very shiny silver jacket (the one he wore for the Ozzy tribute). And it’s so reflective that when the rainbow lights fire up, he transforms into a shifting radiant ethereal rainbow. It’s mesmerizing and one of the most brilliant things they’ve ever done. I cannot emphasize enough how it enchanted me.

And then comes the realization that it’s about to really - really - be over. 

Papa asked Dew to whip it out, to whip out the big one, while he had his arm around him and then gave him the traditional fist bump to kick off Square Hammer.

The trio assembled as usual - I think Dew did a little backbend, Rain definitely did a bit as well. 

Papa got lost in the lyrics which, hey, relatable. I do it all the time. This was the only time I noticed it happening but my attention was all over the place so who knows. 

Sorrow in the Wind: over way too soon. Phantom was walking around with the new ghoul, picks were tossed but I was about five feet out of prime pick zone territory it seems, and I didn’t even see a setlist. Sticks went off to the seats and I’m glad the folks over there got some love too.

The new ghoul stands next to Dew (who keeps his end spot) for bows!

Post-show and miscellany!

I found @ghoulodont after the show! The crew pretty aggressively started breaking things down pretty much as soon as the lights came up, but I’m sure there are timetables and contracts and all sorts of logistical demands that require it. It was a bit of a slow meander out regardless as we were all tired and overwhelmed I’m pretty sure.

But anyway, I delivered my promised “HIS PAWWWW” and got a worm and we dodged Vanessa and her camera and I shared my small bounty of mummy dust and gushed about my absolutely unbelievable day. 

I was so glad to meet a couple tumblr peeps! Unfortunately I missed a few others but that’s life, yeah?

I was stunned that we had no new Skeleta. I don’t know what the plan is - maybe only having one track from Impera that didn’t ever get played live made him reconsider how he wants to spread them out now that the band’s repertoire is getting large enough to make it harder to balance album distribution.

I was also surprised that I didn’t cry or even feel like I might cry. Lately i’ve been super emotional at music, but I think my emotional processing just couldn’t keep up with all the inputs so it shut off instead of overload. We’ll see what the rest of my shows bring.

I also think the heat and chaos of the day kind of fucked me. I wasn’t as well hydrated as I would have liked and my legs and feet were immediately threatening to cramp as soon as we stood up for Vanessa and throughout the show. And I had eaten certainly not nearly enough for the amount of physical and emotional energy I’d expended before the show even started. So I’ve given myself some notes on being better prepared next time.

It’s funny because as a former endurance athlete in a brief span of my pre-COVID lifetime, there’s a lot of overlap between that and going to concerts like this, it turns out. Right down to writing a ridiculously detailed fever dream recap for your cult friends after the fact. But it does give me some extra strategies for this. Electrolyte tabs so I don’t have to worry about making myself have to pee too much. Actually doing some training for time on feet in the gear you’re going to wear the day of. Compression socks for recovery. The ability to not freak out when you wake up in the middle of the night soaked in sweat even though you’ve cranked the incredible hotel AC down to your preferred refrigeration temperature (65F)

I’m doing three rituals in a row next week. I’m going to need all the tricks in my bag.

My battle vest performed phenomenally. A+. Would make the pockets deeper but I can literally do that whenever I find the time. DIY FTW

Barricade is amazing and I’m so so happy to have had the experience. It gets pretty crowded as people press forward which is tough. It was never dangerous but I felt bad every time I accidentally bumped my foot into the wheelchair of a lady behind me as I tried to keep it from cramping up on me. I had preemptively talked to her about the amount of space and apologized for any bumps and she is a concert vet who said no problem - in general folks in the pit were very good about understanding that personal space is more of a guideline when you’re there.

I think it was Faith but I can’t be sure - I’d have to rewatch RHRN or something - but at one point Dew was up on the platform and working up to a solo and I knew he was about to do his power stance so I started chanting at increasing volume, “Power stance, power stance, power stance… YEAAAAHHH”

There was a song where Papa was kind of doing similar stuff to Secondo - like he was possessing or controlling one of the guitar ghouls - but from further away as opposed to all up in his business like Secondo did with Alpha.

We got a couple little right foot Dew stomps at one point.

Papa told us he was easy and we hooted and hollered at him. Easy maybe, but not gentle lmao

Even my arms got tired from all the fist pumping and horn throwing and “as above”ing!

He had some real Creature arm movement in Cirice and then another song - maybe Per Aspera, I’m not sure. He clenched his fist up above his head in a weird and neat way. Huh. I keep talking about his arm movements, maybe he really did study up.

Yes, I know who the new guy is. Or at least, I can say that based on what I saw, one of the folks I saw being posited is extremely likely to be that person.

Saw myself up on the big screen during Squammer. Very briefly. I think maybe they get the footage throughout the show and splice it together for the end? Originally I thought it was live but now I’m reconsidering.

You know all those ghoul fics where they stay at a hotel after a show? I don’t think that happens very often. I realized after seeing Vanessa’s post of her bunk last night that I was watching them all leave with all their bags. Which is smart - even if folks figure out where they’re staying, by the time everyone’s congregated, they’re gone. It was a fluke that I was early enough to catch them, basically. They’re more likely to roll into town the day before a show and have a hotel night then so they can have a good rest before the show whenever possible.

I’m now wondering if Vanessa’s hotel post was an intentional decoy LMFAO

Or maybe she and Tobias and fam were staying in one place and the band another.

Is the timeline such that Rain (or another ghoul) checked out of their room and it was turned over before I checked in? Does your answer change if I tell you it was a king room with the “city view” and on the top floor? Not that it matters at all but it made me laugh when I realized it’s probably technically possible.

FUN FACT: Did you know that Square Hammer ends on the same note that Peacefield starts on? Now you do.

OKAY

I am sure I have more thoughts and also that this was probably way more thoughts than anyone expected. Sorry not sorry? I wrote this as much for myself as for you - as I told you at the beginning, or at least closer to it than we are now, I am astonished that even with all the challenges of the day, my brain is being cooperative in recalling minute details in this volume. I needed to get this down now more than I need a night of good sleep - which is impressive considering I haven’t had a full night since, oh, Sunday to Monday? But now finally, four hours in to this endeavor, I feel comfortable saying “good enough for now.”

I threw links and placeholders in here for shit I’m not going to have the energy to make nice tonight. I’ll probably clean it up later! Or rb and add the things I inevitably think of as soon as I publish this post.

Oh and ask me questions as much as you want. Maybe I’ll think of new things!

[milkingtonthethird]

GAMER!BSF!GRAYSON who has a massive crush on you.

WARNINGS: gn!reader, fluff (just in case you thought there wasn’t)

- He was never really into Minecraft, but you suggested a server to decompress from competitive online games.

- He loves it.

- Would definitely break your bed and put it next to his, saying some cheesy shit like, “I get lonely.” You don’t humor him, though eventually you give up because it resets your spawn point.

- He sees it as you liking him back.

- He would have a diverse playing style, but that’s only because it’s you. Oh, you want flowers? He’s spending an unholy amount of time getting the right ones. Need a lot of iron? You won’t see him in a few hours.

- He leaves you cute little signs if you aren’t on at the same time.

- Will learn how to build cool things just to see your reaction. He’d deny any remarks about him watching a tutorial.

- He isn’t sure why, but seeing you in a Nightwing skin has him flustered. A lot of bonus points if you have no clue that it’s him.

- He definitely has a mouth on online games. It’s honestly surprising how many insults he can come up with.

- Though, if you do some dumb shit, intentional or not, he wouldn’t utter a word. It wasn’t your fault you walked into an obvious claymore.

- If you’re doing good, expect praise. Or really, really questionable things.

- “Oh my God, you’re so hot,” with an unneeded breathy tone or, “Please kiss me.”

- He’d convince you to get matching gamertags.

- If you verbalize wanting anything, like skins or even a game, he’ll get it for you. It doesn’t matter that you don’t want him to waste his money on it, you’re getting that overpriced Valorant bundle.

- Sometimes, you both just sit in Discord calls, talking or watching something.

- Or falling asleep.

- Well, you specifically. He loves it. Loves when your voice gets noticeably softer, more tired. He always talks more quietly, as if he’s trying to lull you to sleep.

- He’s a night owl—usually you aren’t. He’d just busy himself with things, keeping his headset on just in case.

- He perks up like a dog when you unexpectedly mumble something, asking him how he could let you fall asleep.

- He’d just grin.

- Obviously you come over to hang out, or vice versa.

- Who knew he’d lose a game of Mario Kart just so you can tease him?

- He likes when you both do your own thing, barely any words uttered. He’d lounge on his bed, Switch in hand, while you play on his computer.

- He’d get distracted, though, opting to just stare at you. How your hands work on his keyboard, how your brow creases in focus. You honestly forgot he was there, so yes, he’s going to observe you with little hearts in his eyes.

- They aren’t often, given his busy schedule, but sleepovers. You don’t plan on it; you keep saying you can pull an all-nighter.

- Ends up with you “resting” your eyes for a moment.

- And Grayson, being very smart, would sit close enough just in case your head fell onto his shoulder. When he knows you are absolutely knocked out, he’d press a soft, light kiss against your head, shifting carefully to get you more comfortable. It’s hard to continue playing when you’re not doing it, too.

- He’d take you to any nerd-related event.

- He isn’t sure why you keep bringing your wallet—he’ll pay. It’s all worth it to see your giddy smile.

- Though, he can’t complain if you get him the giant Lapras plush he’s been eyeing the entire time.

- No, he doesn’t think it’s your child. And he definitely doesn’t cuddle it at night. Nope.

- Super busy conventions means hand holding. It’s also an excuse to put his hand a smidge too low on your back.

- He looks confused when you point it out. Do you want to get lost?

- Expect a ton of pictures. Moreso of you. He’s just too lazy to ask someone to take one of both of you.

- He’ll stand in a long ass line for a signature from whomever you want. He’s only pissed off because VIP passes slipped his mind. Silly Grayson.

- If you happen to be a cosplayer, he’s in charge of fixing your clothing, taking pictures of you with fans. Hell, he’d even touch up your makeup, if you want.

- You didn’t ask. He’s good at his makeshift job, nonetheless.

- A touchy person holding you a little too personally? A glare. A touchy person still holding you a little too personally? He’s still going to take the photo, just after he moves their hand off of your waist.

- God forbid anyone harasses you.

Note: I lowkey want to do a NSFW version of this but idk 😭

[midnightshindig]

Masterlist!

wow uh oh my god this took all day, this will be updated.... maybe? anyways k thanks baiiiii

Allen

Allen X Reader NSFW Hcs

Allen NSFW Alphabet

Allen x Human!Reader 

Allen X Girly!fem!reader

Atom Eve

Mark & Eve X Reader: Learning French

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Bulletproof

Rex Splode X Bulletproof hcs 

Cecil Stedman

Cecil X Retired Superhero! Reader

SFW and NSFW Cecil X fem!Reader HCs 

superhero!Cecil hcs!

Annoyed!Cecil x Annoying!Reader (enemies to lovers adj)

Cecil & Prodigy!Child!Reader

Mark & Cecil's Child!Reader Angst

Donald and Cecil x SingleMom!Reader

NSFW ALPHABET Cecil Stedman 

Cecil X reader from another dimension

Cecil & Villain!Child!Reader

Cecil x Housewife!Reader

Young!Cecil x Reader

Worried!Cecil X Reckless!Reader

Cecil & Delinquent!Child!Reader

Cecil X Wife!Reader: Showering Together

Cecil x Male!Reader

Cecil x Superhero!F!Reader

Cecil x Assistant!Reader

Cecil x OgGotG!Reader

Cecil & family!Reader hcs

Cecil and Rex (seperately) X Viltrumite!Reader

Cecil, Donald, Rex and Mark Proposal hcs!!

Cecil X FTM!Reader

Reckless!Cecil X Reader

Cecil X Angel!Reader

Donald being a wingman for Cecil x reader

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

Valentines Hcs!!

Conquest

Conquest NSFW Alphabet

Debbie

Debbie x Fem!Reader

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Donald

Donald NSFW Alphabet

Donald X Reader hcs (sfw and nsfw)

Donald and Cecil x SingleMom!Reader

Cecil, Donald, Rex and Mark Proposal hcs!!

Dupli-Kate

The Immortal X Kate NSFW drabble

King Lizard

King Lizard X Reader

King Lizard X Queen Lizard!Reader

Valentines Hcs!!

Mark Grayson

Mark & Cecil's Child!Reader Angst

Mark & Eve X Reader: Learning French

Mark & Bestie!Reader

Cecil, Donald, Rex and Mark Proposal hcs!!

Mark Grayson X Cosplayer!Reader

Mark x Coquette!Reader

Mark & Sibling!Reader

Mark x Reader who got blood drawn

Mark x Reader: Failing a test

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

Mauler Twins

Mauler Twins x Silly!Reader (sfw and nsfw hcs)

Monster Girl

Monster Girl, Robot & Child!Superhero!Reader!! (platonic)

Multi-Paul

MultiPaul x Reader

Multi Paul x Reader!

Multi-Paul x Fem!Reader who can copy powers

Oliver Grayson

Oliver & Viltrumite!Reader

Omni Man

Nolan & Magical Girl! Reader

Rex Splode

ex!Rex X M!Reader

Rex x Transmasc!Reader

Rex X Cecil’s Daughter!Reader

Rex Splode x Poison Ivy! Reader

Rex Splode X Gn! Reader: Moving in together

Rex Splode X Gn!Reader

Rex X FTM!reader: Pegging

Rex x Gn!Reader: Karaoke

Rex X Reader (who is besties w/ Mark)

Rex Splode NSFW Alphabet

Cecil and Rex (seperately) X Viltrumite!Reader

Cecil, Donald, Rex and Mark Proposal hcs!!

Rex Splode x Reader: First Kiss

Rex x Reader: Meeting the Parents

Rex Splode X Bulletproof hcs 

Rex x Reader Hospital Smut

Rex x Reader: meeting the siblings

Rex X Oblivious!Reader

Rex Splode X F!Reader "You're losing blood" "Nuh uh"

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

Cecil, Mark, and Rex x Unrequited!Reader

Valentines Hcs!!

Robot/Rudy

Monster Girl, Robot & Child!Superhero!Reader!! (platonic)

Shapesmith

Shapesmith NSFW alphabet 

Shapesmith X Reader (feat: Wingman Rex)

Shapesmith X GotG!Gn!Reader

Shrinking Rae

Shrinking Rae X Reader

The Immortal

Immortal x Viltrumite!Reader

The Immortal x F!Reader hcs

The Immortal X Kate NSFW drabble

Rex Splode, Cecil Stedman, The Immortal, Debbie Grayson, and Atom Eve kissing hcs!!!

William Clockwell

William Clockwell x M!Reader hcs

[minniesmutt]

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[yan-lorkai]

Self aware Floyd and/or Jade with a reader who falls in love with someone that cosplays them hehehe i can imagine Floyd being like 'Shrimpy, why are you fawning over a cheap version of me >:(' or smth similar (i'm not very good at imitating Floyd's speak partner tho it's obvious)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/n: Lowkey, I read this rq wrong the first time. I thought it said "cosplayer darling" and I was about to start writing it when I reread the request agaun lololol. Also big mood, as the cosplayer friend, I have this friend who always begged me to cosplay this or that character lol. Btw I added Azul bcs I lkve this cute octopus <3. @kiraiyugen

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, implied killing, kidnapping and punishment, gn!reader

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A cosplayer. At first, he wasn't sure what that meant, but after a quick search... You're in love with a cheaper, poorly made version of him, darling? You settled for that? The thought is unthinkable, really. Perhaps as soon as he leaves this awful world that separate you both, he'll show you how much better he is than this boyfriend of yours. He is so much better that he can even soothe you with a few words after your boyfriend suddenly disappeared. Let's just hope you don't go digging for him and forget him quickly, Jade would hate he would not to kidnap you and take you to his home.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Floyd is enraged from day one. He's always been here for you and now you betray him like this? With this copy of him? That copy isn't even good, in his opinion. So he decided two things, while he laid awake in his bed, first: he'll kill your boyfriend in the most painful way as soon as he founds a way to go to your world. And two: he will cherish you, love and care for you, after he ounish you, that is, for betraying him like that, for choosing someone who looked like him, yet didn't know how to act like him, didn't know how to think and speak like him. It was insulting to watch you fawn over your boyfriend while you played twst. And he will make you regret that.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Azul... He doesn't know what to think. For a side, he doesn't like to be impersoned, you could have him, the real him, all for yourself, since his heart and soul are already yours for the taking. On the other side, for you, he is only a character, your favorite character that you spend so much time fawning over, kissing and petting and talking to. And he loves to know you love this much. But he is greedy and he wants more. And for that, your boyfriend has to go. Azul plans and plot till he learn a way to get to your world. And when that happens; it's game over for you, for he knows the way you think and had already made a dozen plans for each possibility.

[suiana]

✎ masterlist part 2 . . .

yandere villain x gn reader x yandere hero part 2

yandere general

yandere celebrity

yandere side character

yandere octoman

yandere drider

yandere teacher

yandere janitor

yandere sugar baby

yandere sugar daddy

yandere slasher

yandere fiancé

yandere auctioneer

yandere vampire

yandere milf

yandere cosplayer

yandere hero

yandere ex crush

yandere monster

yandere rich girl

yandere boss

yandere blade oneshot (hsr)

yandere tomie

yandere platonic grandpa

yandere sahsrau

yandere academic rival

yandere female best friend

yandere twins

yandere food delivery driver

yandere immortal

yandere god

yandere sleepy bf

yandere imaginary friend

yandere yoga teacher

yandere wedding planner

yandere burger chef entity

yandere figure skater

yandere cannibal

yandere dad's loser bestie

yandere french fry chef entity

yandere platonic clown

yandere catboy

yandere loveless loser

various yandere mr loverman drabble

yandere detective

yandere mean boy

cute classmate

soft girl

soft boy

yandere female lead

yandere camboy

yandere lucky fella

yandere rich guy

platonic yandere himbo

yandere mobile phone plan shop worker

yandere younger brother's best friend

yandere killer harem

yandere cringe loser harem

yandere one eyed monster

yandere prison warden

yandere rental boyfriend

yandere tsundere

yandere foreign exchange student masterlist

yandere masseur

yandere teddy bear

yandere "good boy"

yandere genius

yandere shortie arsonist

yandere golden retriever

yandere death god and yandere life god

blue eyed yandere

yandere infected harem

yandere sweetheart

yandere manager

yandere influencer

yandere first date

yandere singer

yandere enemy

rewind?

out of pocket yandere

yandere argenti (hsr)

yandere fwb

yandere seller

yandere t-rex hybrid

yandere lifeguard

yandere sunday (hsr)

yandere bounty hunter

yandere jingyuan (hsr)

yandere co actor

yandere criminal

yandere polar bear hybrid

yandere ghost husband

yandere gym rat

yandere beast

yandere demon harem

yandere casino owner

yandere malewife

masterlist part 3

[wooziorgans]

WOOZIORGANS' WOOZI KINKTOBER

welcome to my first kinktober ever!

my kinktober will be a tad bit different from what you’re used to. since i’ve been exploring queer narratives, i will be splitting this 50/50. half will be gn/afab!reader and half will be male!reader.

each prompt will be used twice, once for the gn and m readers. but do not worry! each storyline will be different so i recommend reading each day.

i am not one to gatekeep my own work; sub uji makes many appearances this month w the m. reader prompts, so even if you are not the intended audience, you can still enjoy the whole event. just imagine they’re pegging fics or smn.

please be aware that some of these will contain fetish elements, and this is strictly 18+!

with all of that being said, have fun and enjoy!

Edit: this event is paused until further notice.

DAY 1: CORRUPTION KINK

pairing: angel!woozi x m. demon!reader

DAY 2: CORRUPTION KINK

pairing: angel!woozi x gn. demon!reader

DAY 3: KNIFE PLAY

pairing: rival mafia!woozi x m. reader

DAY 4: KNIFE PLAY

pairing: rival mafia!woozi x gn. reader

DAY 5: SIZE KINK

pairing: gym buddy!woozi x m. reader

DAY 6: SIZE KINK

pairing: gym buddy!woozi x gn. reader

DAY 7: ACCIDENTAL STIMULATION

pairing: geto cosplayer!woozi x m. gojo cosplayer!reader

DAY 8: ACCIDENTAL STIMULATION

pairing: levi ackerman cosplayer!woozi x gn. cosplayer!reader

DAY 9: PIERCING KINK

pairing: piercer!woozi x m. reader

DAY 10: PIERCING KINK

pairing: piercer!woozi x gn. reader

DAY 11: TEMPERATURE PLAY

pairing: scientist!woozi x m. assistant!reader

DAY 12: TEMPERATURE PLAY

pairing: scientist!woozi x gn. assistant!reader

DAY 13: APHRODISIAC CONSUMPTION

pairing: eros!woozi x m. human!reader

DAY 14: APHRODISIAC CONSUMPTION

pairing: eros!woozi x gn. human!reader

DAY 15: WAX PLAY

pairing: client!woozi x m. masseuse!reader

DAY 16: WAX PLAY

pairing: masseuse!woozi x gn. client!reader

DAY 17: MUTUAL MASTERBATION

pairing: roommate!woozi x m. reader

DAY 18: MUTUAL MASTERBATION

pairing: roommate!woozi x gn. reader

DAY 19: WINDOW SEX

pairing: sugar daddy!woozi x m. sugar baby!reader

DAY 20: WINDOW SEX

pairing: sugar daddy!woozi x gn. sugar baby!reader

DAY 21: BONDAGE

pairing: sub!woozi x m. dom!reader

DAY 22: BONDAGE

pairing: sub!woozi x gn. dom!reader

DAY 23: UNDER THE DESK

pairing: producer!woozi x m. musician!reader

DAY 24: UNDER THE DESK

pairing: producer!woozi x gn. musician!reader

DAY 25: DEGRADATION KINK

pairing: figure skating coach mean dom!woozi x m. figure skater!reader

DAY 26: DEGRADATION KINK

pairing: figure skating coach mean dom!woozi x gn. figure skater!reader

DAY 27: LINGERIE KINK

pairing: brothers best friend!woozi x m. reader

DAY 28:LINGERIE KINK

pairing: brothers best friend!woozi x gn. reader

DAY 29: DOUBLE PENETRATION

pairing: bf!woozi x fuck machine and m. reader

DAY 30: DOUBLE PENETRATION

pairing: fuck machine and bf!woozi x gn. reader

DAY 31: ????? PART ONE | ????? PART TWO

pairing: ??? x woozi x m. reader; ??? x woozi x gn. reader

most prompts were submitted in my inbox! tysm

also if anyone would like to be added to a tag list pls lmk!

[goldenboydmitri]

‘Sober’

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN!reader

Fluff

God, how did I do these again? ANYWAY, been one hell of a year since I last posted. Had a COD cosplayer cheat on me, moved back home and realised I am in some way trans masc. Wild, wild year but I’m still here :D Todays piece is inspired by ‘Say you won’t let go’ by James Arthur. I’m considering rewriting all of my previous works and revamping my page, as always, asks are open.

I do not consent to my work being used for AI in anyway.

Word count: 1,579

Simon Riley was a harsh bastard of a man, quiet and calculating with a stern personality. He didn’t let anyone walk over him, he was in charge of his own life. He would quietly tease Johnny back when the Scotsman teased him for sleeping with so many random people, always up for a good laugh with his team.

He wasn’t quite sure how it happened. This wasn’t who he was, the sort of man that he had ever been, and yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were across the bar as the team celebrated after a mission, giggling and dancing along with Johnny. You were his teammate, someone he respected and treated as a friend and here he was ogling you.

He stayed leant against the bar next to John and Kyle, the two men making idle conversation as he watched you. He could feel his heart beating in his chest and for the first time you had made him speechless without even trying. It was like a switch had flipped.

He had never been for relationships, had never had one that lasted and always swore he would end up dying alone but as he stood there watching, admiring you and memorising every little detail he knew he was ready for marriage.

You were his teammate however. His friend. You knew his reputation with men and women alike, knew how he would give them one night and then disappear forever. You never seemed to treat him any differently though, always a little piece of sunshine. You knew of his double digit body count, in both ways, and still treated him like a person.

His thoughts drifted back to the mission from earlier that day, remembering the way your soft hands wiped blood from his cheek after his mask was half torn off. His own fingers slid under his mask, rubbing at his stubble the way you had and finding himself disappointed when it didn’t feel the same.

The song ended, shifting into a slightly slower tune and Johnny left your side. He wandered back over to Simon, Kyle and John, quickly sitting down and ordering himself a drink. John leant over, having noticed the way Simon was staring and elbowed him in the side.

”Go get em,”

Simon's eyes widened slightly and he nodded, his words caught in his throat. He pushed up from the bar, quickly flattening out his shirt and clearing his throat before striding over to you.

He leant down slightly, his heart pounding in his chest as that same sweet scent you always adorned washed over him. You could see the smile reaching his eyes, his cheeks pushing up slightly as the corners of his lips tilted up under the surgical mask. For a moment, you admired the flecks of gold in his eyes, catching the light and glittering as he stared at you.

“Mind if I step in for a bit, luvvie?” He mumbled. He could have kicked himself for mumbling but the way you were staring at him had him too distracted.

“Of course not,” you grinned up at him, giggling softly.

He could tell you were rather drunk now that he was closer, alcohol plaguing your breath and your steps unsteady. For a moment, he wondered how much you had had to drink, concerned for you before he was wrapped up in your spell again.

At this point, his cheeks were hurting from how much he had been smiling at you. His gaze was fixed on you as his hand absentmindedly placed itself on your hip, holding you close as you started to sway to the music. He worried about coming on too strong, making you uncomfortable until your hands came to rest on his waist, gently gripping his shirt.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so alive. Watching as you giggled and swayed with him, the way you clung onto him. It made him happy, truly and deeply happy. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait to see you around base everyday.

Awkwardly, his free hand that had been in the pocket of his jacket came to the back of your head, tangling with your hair and pulling you closer to his chest. He held you close, memorising the way you fit against him in case you were to push him away and disappear. He never wanted to forget you.

It was then, as you pressed your face against his chest and hummed to the music that he knew, even if he never got you touch you again that you were the one for him. He was beaming, alight inside. He glanced to the others to find John, Kyle and Johnny watching with warm smiles. They each nodded, Johnny giving him a thumbs up.

”You look as beautiful as ever,” he murmured against your ear, his head dipping down slightly.

”Didn’t know you could think that about a person,” you responded with a teasing chuckle.

”Only you.” The words felt like a promise, like he was swearing himself to you.

As the song ended, he felt you pull away and was slightly saddened. His touch on you retreated, only to be met by your warm hand grabbing his. You tugged him through the crowd towards the bar and his hand in yours felt as though it was on fire.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder and he felt his heart stop. He felt sober again. He knew he was madly in love with you. He squeezed your hand gently, three little squeezes that you hardly even picked up on. He stuck close as you led him towards the bar, making sure no one pushed you or got too close.

He stood behind you as you ordered a drink, quietly nodding to the bartender to make it a virgin drink and put it on his tab as if he had done it a million times before. It felt so right to look after you and buy you things. His mind briefly wandered, drifting to all the gifts he could shower you with and imagining how you would decorate your house when he eventually bought you one.

You smiled up at him, leaning back against him and pressing a kiss to his cheek, quietly thanking him for the drink before downing it - eager to feel more of the buzz and confidence that the liquor would bring you despite it being non alcoholic.

He spent the rest of the evening by your side, ensuring you were safe and having fun. At some point, you had stolen his jacket, throwing it over your shoulders and drowning out your frame with it. Eventually, he walked you back to base, leaving Johnny, Kyle and John at the bar.

You wandered alongside him, babbling on about something and giggling to him. He could listen to you talk for hours. He was completely smitten, grinning as he watched the sleeves of his jacket hide away your hands. He loved the way you looked by his side, wearing his clothes.

Something had changed inside of him and he liked it. You had taken him from a heartless monster, from simply being Ghost to being himself again, Simon Riley. He knew he would love his last name if it were yours as well.

He walked you right to the door of your room, watching with his arms crossed as he leant against the wall while you fumbled through your pockets for your keys. He nodded slightly as you pulled them out and unlocked the door before sheepishly staring up at him.

”You wanna stay the night, Si?” You murmured, a soft blush coating your cheeks.

He knew his reputation with people and he knew he would not treat you like that. He shook his head. He wanted to love you, the chance to make you feel special, not experience a night of lust and move on. He would be your husband one day, he could wait.

“Not tonight, luvvie, you need some rest.” He smiled, his tone soft and gentle as he stared at you. “You gonna get to bed okay?”

His heart ached as he saw the disappointment that flashed across your face, all he wanted to do was tangle his limbs with yours and hold you all night but he wouldn’t not, not tonight. He was too busy planning dates and proposal ideas.

”Mhm.. should do,” You mumbled back to him, nodding slightly.

He watched as you started to strip his jacket off and shook his head again, planting it back around your shoulders and tugging it around you.

”Keep it, it’ll give you another reason to come see me tomorrow,” he insisted, tugging his mask down just enough to plant a kiss on your forehead before gently pushing you into your room and sauntering down the hallway to his own.

He chuckled, feeling the butterflies in his stomach, already eager to see you again and spend the rest of his life with you. When he got to his door, he reached for his keys only to realise they were still in his jacket with his phone… in your room. He laughed again, rubbing his face before sitting down in the doorway to his room.

By the time the others returned from the bar, he was half asleep and Johnny hauled him to his room, letting him crash there for the night and quickly regretting it when Simon couldn’t stop talking about you.

But me a coffee if you want :D

[heartfullofleeches]

I miss V, our dear ratboy (gn).............

He and Host have the same exact issue for not coming back - I have way too many ideas for fics with them I can't decide which I want to finish first-

V with a Shapeshifter/Incubus darling who morphs into different forms to fuck with the rat, but his tsundere ass/can will never admit their base/true form is who they fell in love with.

V pretending to get their heart broken by random e-girls/boys(but mostly girls) so his cosplayer roommate will coddle him.

Stoner Reader and V playing games together with V raging over Reader winning when they can barely keep their eyes open - so naturally they shotgun him some smoke to even out the playing field (Spoilers: They're even worse at it, but now he's dumb, horny and battling the feeling they have for Reader)

And the list goes on

[lieslab]

And normalcy's boring

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Pairing: Seungmin X gn reader

Summary: After hate comments flood your cosplay videos, due to your weight, your boyfriend isn't thrilled.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 2.5K

Depression resources

Trigger warning: Implied depression, self-insecurity, and struggling with being overweight.

A/N: I'm back to writing requests for the moment. I don't know a ton about cosplay, so I hope this is up to the standards. People are so cruel at times, but requestee, I hope this doesn't stop you from pursuing what you enjoy <3

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The replay of comments in your head hit like a never-ending thunderstorm. Their meanings were enough to shake the sturdy ground beneath your feet and drench you in sadness. Just when you thought you saw the light, you remembered how deadly it was to have hope in the darkness. 

People were good at always coming up with something. Humans were full of flaws, everyone always was, but behind the screen in a digital world, it began to get harder and harder to remember that. Filters smoothed skin full of prominent pores and blemishes. The usual warm color was bleached from skin. 

Nit-picked flaws were edited and cropped out. Photos were taken at higher angles and the lighting was changed. We live in a photoshop-filled society and it seemed like nothing was going to change that lately. Everything just felt superficial and wrong. 

What happened to wholesome human connection and embracing flaws? What happened to living the life you wanted to live? Rather than letting insecurities weigh you down, you ignored the digital masses and lived your truth. No matter how much people hated, people deserved to live without the constricting confines of society. 

Bodies became less focused on living and more focused on trends. Pale skin. No, tan skin. Hip dips are the worst, but some people find comfort in the shape of their body. The rib cage is too wide. Flat chests are good, but next month, the opposite is true. 

Insecurities are pulled from thin air and sooner or later, you’re dissecting yourself in the mirror, just trying to find something to change to be accepted by the masses. If you let them, they will destroy you and they will kill you with their poisoned words. Your reflection will be a stranger and no matter how much you try to change it all, it will still feel fake. 

So you began to hit the delete button. Over and over and over and over again. Every post, every comment, every like. 

Undo. 

Unlike 

Unshare. 

Unexist. 

Delete. 

One video gained traction and just when you thought, maybe you finally broke through the algorithm and were finally being noticed, you certainly were, but it wasn’t for the right reasons. The first hate comment was deleted and just when you thought that was in, three more appeared, and then six, and suddenly you hit thirteen. 

The algorithm was working alright, you were finally being noticed, just not the way you wished you could be. What started out as a fun way to spend your pastime, it was ripped to shreds by strangers on the internet. You thought taking down that single video was enough, but the comments began to spread like a virus through the comments of each video section. 

You weren’t quick enough to mute certain words. You tried, but when people realized that their comments weren’t being picked up and posted, they went around the blocked words. The only common factor within all of them? Your weight. 

The little sparks of joy in your heart grew dull. Cosplay was supposed to bring forth happiness. You could finally put on the wig and do the makeup, a way to escape the harshness of this reality, and try to find joy in another, but it didn’t work. The little illusions were ripped apart by strangers with faceless profile photos. The happiness weighed down with a rock in the pit of your stomach and there was nothing more for you to find in the app anymore. 

You idolized dozens of cosplayers and followed your favorites. You splurged in necessary makeup and odd and end parts. Hours were pooled together in the dark as you created magic from old boxes and tins. You recycled what you could and found joy in bringing someone else to life. 

Unfortunately, others didn’t see it that way. For some, the internet wasn’t a place to find joy, but rather a place to hide and harass. Somewhere to go and bully and belittle others, just because they could. Nobody was going to stop them and to riddle another cosplayer? Why not? 

People forget that people are allowed to have other interests. Each human is full of different quirks and fun. People aren’t the same and that’s what makes us special, but you couldn’t see that through the comments pouring in. Your rainbows had been clouded with thunderstorms and tears. 

Seungmin was popping open a bowl of rice at the JYP building. Getting ready to mix sides together and have a rice bowl, he pulled up your main social media page like normal. Humming beneath his breath, he clicked on your profile name. 

Profile not found. 

His eyebrows furrowed and he clicked on the link again. 

Profile not found. 

“What do you mean?” He mumbled beneath his breath. “Profile not found? Did you get banned or something?” He sighed, stopped dumping his meat into his rice, and dialed your number. 

At home, there were tears in your eyes as you deactivated your account. You didn’t want to, but what more could you do? You didn’t want to give people the satisfaction of ridiculing and bullying you. You refused to be the laughingstock and the punching bag. 

Your phone screen lighting up with Seungmin’s contact name was a surprise. The three puppy emojis stared at you with tiny pink tongues sticking out. You sucked in a deep breath, sniffled, and wiped your eyes before answering the call. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, what are you doing?” He pressed the speakerphone button and placed his phone down on the table beside him. The rest of the guys scattered down to the cafeteria and left the studio earlier. He just stayed put and ordered doordash. 

“Nothing much. I’m at home and just…” You trailed off and shrugged, despite him not being able to see you. “I guess I’m just hanging out. Why do you ask? Aren’t you eating?” 

“Well, yeah, but I was going to ask if you’ve seen your cosplay account lately. I went to watch your videos and it says the account isn’t available. If you got banned for a stupid reason, you can try and appeal.” 

“I wasn’t banned.” 

He paused with his hands wrapped around the soy sauce packet. “You weren’t? Why does it say the account isn’t available?” 

“I deleted it,” you responded quietly. 

“Deleted it? What? Why?” He grabbed the phone with a pounding heart. A hand tugged through dark hair and he brought the device closer to his mouth. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean that I shouldn’t have even had the account anyway. I’m fat, remember? It’s a criminal act to be overweight and try to cosplay your favorite characters.” You blinked rapidly, trying to stop your tears. 

“But it’s fine,” you continued. “I’ll just go ahead and make another account after I lose weight.” 

On the other end of the phone, Seungmin’s heart dropped. You always struggled with your weight, but when he saw you, he didn’t see that. He saw someone he loved with every fiber of his being. He didn’t see you the way that your brain morphed you. 

He didn’t see the features that you insisted made you look like a pig. He didn’t like the way you cracked jokes and compared yourself to a whale. It was one of your biggest insecurities and he knew that, but no matter how hard he tried to help you with it, you were still so stuck in your head. 

Comments adding fuel to the fire in your head was devastating. The little snippets of courage he instilled in you, smoke snuffed them out. The discourse and conversations the two of you had, the conversations about finding strength when your brain felt at its lowest, it felt like it had been for nothing. 

“Seungmin?” You asked quietly on the opposite end of the phone. 

He didn’t respond. For once, he had no words to say. His heart ached and the thought of imagining how those comments made you feel, it was a stab to his heart. People were mean for the cruelest reasons. 

“Stay there,” he finally uttered. “I’m coming home and you better be there when I get there or else.” He ended the call before you could respond. As quick as a flash, he repacked all his food and freed himself from the confined walls of the recording studio. 

At home, you felt awful for driving him away from his lunch. He should have been enjoying it and not worrying about you. You didn’t know it, but Seungmin was always going to worry about you. Whether it was the way you viewed yourself or the callosity from strangers, he’d worry about you no matter where he was. 

He’d grown to love you and everything about you. Of course, that meant worrying about you. That absolutely meant dropping everything for you when you were down. He wasn’t going to let you deal with your inner demons alone. 

You stayed on the couch lost in your own thoughts. Comments pushed through your head like a slow merry-go-round. Your eyes lingered on too many of them before you could hit the delete button. Hate comments comments became a pit of quicksand and you sank to your neck. 

Seungmin didn’t waste any time rushing home. He didn’t knock, but rather burst through the front door. It slammed shut behind him and you slowly glanced up from your spot on the beige couch. 

He bent down, placed his hands on his knees, and sucked in a sharp breath. Worried about him, you pushed yourself up from the couch. “Did you run all the way there? That was-” 

He stuck up a finger to gesture that he needed a moment. You sighed, headed for the kitchen, and disappeared to get him a bottle of cold water. When you came back with it, he thanked you, cracked it open, and took a few gulps. 

“Why did you come back here? You could have stayed in the studio. It’s not like I’m having a medical emergency.” 

“I came back because I know you.” He pulled the bottle from his face and sighed. “I know you take what people say to heart and I know it’s hard. I know people can be cruel, but you can’t take people’s words to heart.” 

You chuckled and shook your head. “You have no idea what it’s like being me. You don’t know what it’s like to have people-” 

“Try and dictate your life? Rip you apart for your facial features? Hate you for the things you can’t control sometimes? Comment on your body, forgetting that you’re a human with thoughts and feelings? I’m a k-pop idol, my life is full of never-ending complaints from people, it’s always something from management or fans.” 

Your eyes found the floor and slipped shut. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I just-” 

“You don’t think I’ve had to stand back and watch other fandoms and my own rip apart their supposed favorite idols? Comment on a weight gain? Cry out about weight loss? Speculate on a surgery they had or talk about something that’s none of their business?” 

His eyes met yours, but you refused to look at him. He recapped his water bottle and placed it on a side table. “I know what some people are like because I’ve done this since I was a kid. I know what it’s like to feel slaughtered by the masses and it sucks.” 

“People are horrible sometimes and I wish I could change it, but I can’t. As for deleting your account and videos, you’re giving them what they want. You’re letting them win and you’re letting the voices in your head win too.” 

He stepped closer and gently took your hands. Butterflies brushed against the rim of your stomach and your eyes shyly met him. Soft thumbs stroked the back of your hands. 

“I know you struggle with your weight and I know you’re insecure about it. I know weight loss is hard and it’s nobody's business, but yours. I do know that you don’t have to abandon the things you love because you’re not the right size.” 

“How often have you found happiness in crafting and creating? How many times have you pulled up a video and started to brainstorm things you need to create that cosplay? Look at how much joy it’s brought into your life.” 

The lump in your throat came from nowhere as you squeezed his hands. Lost in your own head, his words were a pillar to lean on. A sturdy structure support that you finally felt secure to rest against once more. 

“You know I used to hide my smile, but you know what I’d go back and tell myself? I’d tell myself to smile more. I shouldn’t have had to hide something so normal just because people told me it was ugly. I shouldn’t have to live according to the standards of other people and you shouldn’t either.” 

Your teeth bit into your bottom lip and you nodded. You fell in love with creating your cosplays. Not only that, it gave you something to work for. Goals were created, so you could exist and be happy. Before the stream of negative comments, even if you only got a handful of views, you were having fun. 

“So please, rethink closing your account. Maybe you can create another one. Maybe you can turn off the comments and let the hate fall to the wind. Let it blow away and let it go. Don’t take the opinions of strangers that you can’t see.” 

“Thank you,” you weakly uttered. Tears shone like diamonds in your eyes. Seungmin was the first to reach them and wipe them away. He was always the first. 

“If not to do it from joy, do it out of spite. Give the haters the middle finger. Keep practicing, keep creating, and keep growing. They can’t see the future, but I can and I know you’ll do amazing things. Maybe, you’ll get better and better and get invited to one of those cosplay convention things.” 

“You think so?” You whispered as you glanced up. 

“I think anything is possible when you live out of spite and chase your dreams.” 

A laugh suddenly broke through your tears. “You’re crazy, Kim Seungmin, a perfect kind of chaotic and crazy. I love it.” 

“I love you too or whatever. Now what are you waiting for?” He leaned over and grabbed your phone from the couch. “What should your username be? I think we should make it suck my di-” 

“No!” You cried out as you swiped your phone. “Kim Seungmin!” 

“Can I, at least, put middle finger emojis in your bio?” 

“No!” 

He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “You never let me have any fun. They’re lucky you’re nice because if it was me-” 

“You’d be mean?” 

“They’d never see the light of day ever again.” 

You knew you loved that man for a reason.

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