#housemate spotlight

[deoboyznet]

it's time for our monthly HOUSEMATE SPOTLIGHT! deoboyznet proudly introduces @sanaxo-o !

sana says: hi (Hi, hello my name is what you want but you already know my name) so…*blushes* I am so happy to be acknowledged 😾🤭. Guys I promise I am not this quirky! To start off my name is Sana and it's nice to meet you :)) I mostly write for TBZ but I wish to write for more groups in the future if education is not being a bitch :)) I would love to be friends with anyone (unless you’re a creep then boom boom pow pow). You can always hop in my DMs to talk about anything 🥺 but I am a huge believer of spirits and just paranormal stuff! Anyways nice to meet you all (I am a huge Chanhee enthusiast if you did not catch onto it yet…)

**interview below the cut**

who are your bias(es) and bias wrecker(s)?

Bias is obviously Choi Chanhee, and bias wreckers might be Eric and Younghoon (maybe Juyeon)

when did you first start stanning the boyz?

I think after whisper came (yes. Sad that Eric was not there but I think I am still attached with Eric nonetheless 🥺😭). I genuinely just saw their idol human theatre and loved blue hair Younghoon

what is your favorite era of the boyz?

Nectar and the stealer! (But reveal has my heart because I listened to the song without knowing it was of TBZ)

what the boyz song are you currently obsessed with?

It has to be hypnotized and russian roulette (we love that song in this household), but if I had to choose one then…shine shine!

what do you write? (favorite genres; if you're known for fluff/angst/comedy/smut/etc.)

I really love writing for high school or just basically stuff playing in universities, BUT I guess you can say I am known for dark romance because of my past works

what is a fic/work people should check out from you?

As a Chanhee enthusiast of course it’s gonna be his drabble (*but for better work I’d say read magnetic*)

▷ read sana's shades of kisses!

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

Although he moved to join her, for a long moment, Randall wasn't completely attuned with what Emily was telling him, having found himself so distracted by her heavenly beauty. The combination of the flowing nightgown and her golden Christmas angel hair was enough to render him speechless as he climbed beneath the covers.

(To most, this would probably seem like a trap: A beautiful woman using that beauty to lure in an unsuspecting prey...the spider spinning its web for the unwary fly, to quote the Count. But he knew better than to fear Emily, knew better than to doubt her intentions. She was not a monster.)

"I wouldn't want to miss a moment with you either," he smiled shyly as he lay his head on the plush pillows, felt himself be ensconced in soft, cool bedsheets, a much better quality than the ones he had on his own bed at home. It was a bit like laying on a cloud, he felt-how perfect then, to be preparing to fall asleep beside an angel like her!

"So...what else has Hollywood gotten right and wrong about...vampires, i-if you don't mind me asking?" he ventured to ask, despite his tiredness-it seemed like the aversion to garlic and sunlight were true, at least, but what about other things?

[aziraphales-library]

this is going to sound slightly stupid i’m begging you to bear with me

you know those fanfics from like 2013, the rpf’s that (usually) were about musicians like harry styles or brenden urie?

they’d go something along the lines of, ‘not-like-other-girls’ sitting in the crowd of a concert her friend dragged her out to, but she just doesn’t care about the music it’s so not her thing so she reads a book during the concert (cue the groans). then the lead singer sees her and is totally taken by her uniqueness and calls her out from the stage or asks to see her after the show yada yada.

anyway, i saw some fan art of rockstar!crowley and normie!aziraphale, and i thought it’d be fun to see if there’s anything similar to those kinds of rpf’s but instead for crowley and aziraphale!

We have a #famous crowley tag you can check out. Here are some fics in which Crowley is famous and Aziraphale is not...

A rockstar's love by The_boxhead (G)

Crowley had a lot of problems finding someone to have a relationship with as the famous rockstar that he is. But that day when he entered that coffee shop and saw that blond haired man behind the counter, he didn’t want more than to get to know that beautiful angel with that cute smile.

Star Crossed by AppleSeeds (T)

When Crowley, the lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Sixth Circle, agrees to take part in a radio show discussion feature, the last thing he expects is to come away from it completely smitten with a man who must be the world's most adorable magician. Crowley's uncharacteristic behaviour towards Aziraphale during the show doesn't go unnoticed by the listeners, with speculation soon running rife online. Only one thing for it - Crowley just needs to engineer an opportunity to see Aziraphale again. All in the name of generating publicity, of course.

Never Too Late by AppleSeeds (T)

It's been thirty-five years since the height of Aziraphale's enormous crush on rockstar Anthony Crowley, but when he sees that Anthony is still performing, Aziraphale feels he owes it to his younger self not to pass up the opportunity to finally hear him sing live. The last thing he expects is for Anthony to actually approach him once the concert is over, extending an invitation that surpasses every fantasy Aziraphale harboured about him as a young man and resulting in the most memorable night of his life.

The Only One I Still Know How to See by Furuba_Fangirl (E)

Aziraphale has been an admirer of Anthony J. Crowley for years. However, the gap between audience member and stage actor begins to thin when they are given the chance to officially meet.

Soho by Lurlur (E)

Aziraphale lives a quiet kind of life, running a quiet specialist bookshop in one of the liveliest districts of London. He's content with his lot, happy with his friends, tolerant of his probably-human housemate, living vicariously through the gossip pages. One day, a chance encounter with Anthony Crowley, lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Demons, threatens to turn his whole world upside down.

Find the Light by klikandtuna (E)

I saw a collection of gifs on tumblr combining David Tennant as a rock star and Michael Sheen as a school headmaster (see the notes of Chapter 1 for a link to the post!) and someone said that it ought to be a fic, sooooo I've made it a fic. Here's a heapin' helping of rock-star Crowley and headmaster Aziraphale! Now with shiny new cover art, also by me!

Win a Date With Anthony J. Crowley! by Caedmon (E)

Crowley is a world-famous rock star who sells out arenas. His name is synonymous with 'rock-n-roll', and he thrives on the spotlight. When he agrees to raffle off a date with himself for charity, he's expecting to meet an overzealous fan that wants to wear his skin and very well might try to roofie him. What he's not expecting is to be instantly attracted to the quiet man with the unusual name who shows up for the date at the Ritz... and he's certainly not expecting for Aziraphale to have no clue who he is...

- Mod D

[cha-melodius]

Hiiii, do you have any rwrb fic recs (preferably something like, long and an au)? You’re my favorite author so I trust your opinion very highly

First of all, thank you so much! I'm absolutely thrilled to hear you love my work so much. I had to have a think on this one (and find the time to dig out my faves—why do I never use bookmarks?). This is definitely definitely not comprehensive, and there are so many more I love but here are some of my fave long (>40k) AUs.

I have two previous RWRB rec lists (here, and here), and though not all the fics on them fit this request, there are some long AUs on there that I'm not repeating here, but you should definitely check them out.

Never a Guarantee by @clottedcreamfudge (87k, E) Including kidnapping, secret identity, and not-quite-arranged marriage all in a delightfully intriguing historical/fantasy/modern-esque setting (just go with it).

Faster, Higher, Stronger by @everwitch-magiks (65k, E) I am always weak for a figure skating AU, and this one was such a great entry into the genre!

What, like it's hard? by @rmd-writes (65k, E) Lawyers AU. I'm linking the long fic but you definitely need to read the first fic in this series before diving in.

Teach Me, Teach Me, Teach Me (How to Love) by @historicallysam (53k, E) Single dad Alex and elementary school teacher Henry. Absolutely a delight from start to finish.

Speak for Yourself by @welcometololaland (106k, E) Accidental housemates AU, a delicious slow burn, I need to read this one again but I remember really enjoying the whole ride.

Hit (My Love) Out of the Park by bleedingballroomfloor (49k, E) The baseball boyfriends AU is a classic in the fandom, and for excellent reasons. Everything you want out of a sports AU.

into the spotlight by @indomitable-love (40k, E) An actor AU but not the classic "they have to star in a movie together" trajectory. Absolutely love how their relationship develops in this.

A Delicate Balance by @orchidscript (87k, E) Another actor AU, this one of the forced-to-star-together variety, and a wonderfully done example of the genre.

[foursaints]

hi <3

first of all, i wanted to tell you i'm always stalking your blog (in a non creepy way) because i love everything about it. mostly i love how you use your big brain™️ to share some insanely detailed headcanons about some silly dead gay wizards (i mean that in the nicest way possible. i'm a little bit in love with you actually . anyway i'm digressing)

second of all, i wanted to know if you could share some of your thoughts about bartylily🤲🏻 because i'm fairly sure you're the main reason i'm hooked on them

much love <333

ANYTHING for bartylily... lately i've been attached to the idea of a college au where they're Rival Campus Radio Station Hosts.

barty is a spectacularly unmotivated senior who dropped out of a prestigious engineering degree to study practical SFX for horror movies instead. everyone has vague, peripheral knowledge of him after an incident where he was found passed out naked in the campus fountain. his apartment with the slytherins isn't technically a frat house but there's a structure in the kitchen affectionately referred to as the "Leaning Tower of Miller Lite" & barty has a nearly imperceptible crescent-shaped chip in his front tooth from a keg-standing mishap. he wears a lot of chains and has several john carpenter themed tattoos and he REEKS like cigarettes. so many pairs of mystery panties turn up in his laundry hamper that his housemates have started calling it the Lost And Found.

he has a deeply beloved & charmingly unpolished radio show in the primetime spot which mostly consists of him having his friends on, spotlighting terrible underground bands, and making drily ironical, beautifully mean jabs.

lily is an overzealous sophomore who's triple-majoring in three equally unmarketable degrees (it's, like, polisci & international affairs & communications) who's blessed with the gift of taking every single thing that happens on campus WAY too serious. she runs their Model UN like it's the navy. she's the RA who is always marching around her floor in a spaghetti-strap tanktop & bunny slippers with a scrunchie on her wrist, shaking her fist at people. there was a period following her breakup with james where she was literally reading Machiavelli for inspiration. she's right on the precipice of the cool-girl academic meltdown that will lead to Serious Character Growth, but she isn't quite there yet.

her well-made and well-researched radio show is relegated to the midnight timeslot, and even though all her friends listen to it she probably got into a spat with them for saying something along the lines of "obviously i dont care if its just YOU listening to it, remus!!!". she hate-listens to barty's show which she considers (lily voice) An Affront To Collegiate Journalism

they trade barbs at every function and absolutely nobody but the two of them takes their insane imaginary Radio Beef even remotely serious whatsoever. but it's dead serious TO THEM!!! lily is probably camping out in actual bushes with actual binoculars to sabotage his show, and the worst part is that it's actually working. she ISN'T obsessed with him (shut up!!!!!), and barty is mostly just aggravated on principle that the Uptight Lowerclassman Ruining His Life has such nice legs.

and they absolutely bone like crazy about it

[aspiringtrashpanda]

This accidentally got a little horny romantic. Find the prompt list HERE.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

DAY 15 Prompt: Simeon Director Simeon teaches you how to properly perform with a sword

“You want to help me with choreography?” You echoed, slightly breathless and craving the cool shadows that hid in the wings of the stage. Why had Simeon insisted on full lighting during the early stages of rehearsal? The spotlight was roasting you alive. “I thought I was doing okay…”

The rest of the cast of The Tale of the Seven Lords: The Musical had been dismissed, had already shed the heavy capes and armor that the costume department had managed to fabricate in record time. You were looking forward to seeing the final, full outfits, but Simeon was content to run rehearsals with the most cumbersome of the garments to ensure everyone was accustomed to their weight and the flexibility of the material. 

You envied Mammon, chugging a bottle of water as he lounged in the theater chairs with Beelzebub and Belphegor. You could practically feel the condensation of the bottle on your own skin, craving the relief of being cooled from the inside out. 

“Your steps are correct, yes,” Simeon agreed, but the way he lingered on the affirmation told you the conversation wasn’t over.

You turned your attention away from the water sloshing into Mammon’s open maw, swallowed dryly and looked your director in the eye. His lips were pursed ever so slightly, his index finger gently bouncing against his chin as his aquamarine eyes glowed in the beam of fiery death that you had grown to associate with the spotlight. 

“But I can tell you’ve never held a sword in your life.” 

There it was. 

“I haven’t.” You admitted with a shrug, trying to maintain eye contact and avoid flipping off your housemates as they exited the theater with jeering jabs regarding how the director was so troubled with your performance that you required special attention. You felt like a teenager being called to the principal’s office. 

You shot a glance towards Beelzebub, the last one out the door. 

Take me with you, you mouthed, putting on your best puppy dog eyes. Beel hesitated, waffled for a second too long before Mammon tugging him away, your knight in shining armor replaced with a slamming door. 

“Well, I can help with that, if you’d like.” When you turned back to Simeon, he was smiling. 

Though, it wasn’t a nice smile. No, it was this faux promise of gentle tutelage disguising what you were sure would be a sadistic romp through agains and not good enoughs. 

You winced, “You say that like it’s an option.”

His smile widened, his eyes creasing into very threatening crescent moons. He retrieved your prop sword–heavier than you had initially anticipated–and thrust it into your hands. Your arm instantly protested, sore and tired from the three hours of rehearsal. It was so tempting to shed actual tears, to appeal to that (apparently absent) angelic core within Simeon in hopes that he would arrange another time for additional practice, that he would let you go home and eat whatever delicious dinner Satan was about to serve. 

But then, Simeon turned on his heel, and plucked the steel (albeit blunt) greatsword with the amber gem in the hilt from the floor. With incredible ease, he took a slow step forward, dragged his shoe in a wide arc as he slid into an offensive stance. The tip of the sword pointed towards your chest, the blade perfectly parallel with the stage. 

He beamed, challenge sparking in the warm timbre of his voice. “Let’s focus on the duet between Henry and the Lord of Shadow, shall we?” 

And so, falling like a fly into a spider’s web, you took the bait and commenced the song. A twirl here, a slash there, a deep breath before the high note in the pre-chorus. 

Simeon parried each of your jabs with ease, his voice steady and unfazed by the speed of his steps partnered with the notes of the song. You were so entranced by his movements, awestruck as he spun around you like a large cat stalking its prey, all grace and the best sort of danger. His cape fluttered out around him, the taut muscles of his exposed back flexing in the spotlight, and you knew you were fumbling the choreography with every not-so-subtle glance towards his glittering eyes. 

“See, your vocal delivery is good, as is your recollection of the steps,” Simeon praised, easily knocking the sword from your grasp with a simple flick of his wrist. “But the weight of the sword is throwing you off. You’re not used to wielding a weapon and it’s impacting your breathing and fluidity.” 

Clenching your jaw, you pushed through the trembling fibers in your arms as you swung the sword with increased fervor. You managed to perform three consecutive slashes before you feigned to catch your breath before the next verse. 

Simeon dueted with ease, his expression only slightly concerned– not for himself, but for your performance–as he explained between blows, “You may be a better singer than Leviathan, but his performance is leagues above yours. He moves with every muscle in his body to balance the extra weight on his right.”

Nearing the bridge of the song, you ducked below his soaring blade, the clang of steel on steel meeting in a perfect X between you echoing throughout the auditorium as you belted out Henry’s plea for mercy. 

“Because he’s a warrior.” Simeon knocked your sword to the side, your arm aching as it flew out to the side, your stance broken. He didn’t give you any time to recover, lunging forward with blue fire in his eyes. “We all are. Don’t forget that.”

You failed to stifle the gasp that spilled from your lips, your eyes wide as Simeon doubled the slashes headed your way. Your brain was struggling to catch up, too overwhelmed by the splendor before you. You always associated Simeon with peace, grace, a gentle sort of guiding hand. It was bizarre to see his slight, willowy figure slip into the sturdy stances of a soldier, all of his slender muscles on high alert, testament to the different forms of strength. 

You barely managed to haul the sword up in time to block his assault, Simeon’s shouts bouncing about your skull as you desperately tried to defend yourself and recall the lyrics to the song. 

Simeon had completely dropped the pretense of playing the Lord of Shadow. He didn’t bother singing Levi’s part, didn’t bother following the choreography. No, he pushed you harder than you had been pushed before, exclaiming, “You need to embrace the fight, the war! Remember, Henry is under spontaneous assault from the Lord of Shadow after trespassing onto his land and trampling over his prized sculpted shrubbery garden! You must move with urgency! One wrong step and Henry could be slain, never able to plead forgiveness from the third lord!” 

“It isn’t until Henry is knocked to the ground, barely holding back the lord’s greatsword, when the Lord of Shadow notices that Henry has chosen to fall to the left, instead of standing tall and defending themselves, for that would mean destroying another sculpted bush.” 

He was corralling you towards the leafy potted bush, carved into resembling a magical girl a little too similar to Ruri Hana. Though his movements seemed so fluid, so languid, his sword came at you again and again with surprising speed, until you cried out the final line and performed your stunt tumble to the side of the sculpture. 

Simeon’s blade knocked against yours, mere inches from your face. As he loomed above you, his chest heaving and warm skin glistening with sweat, his lips twitched into a soft smile. His voice dropped into that melodic lilt that had your heart calling out for Simeon. 

“The Lord of Shadow falls to his knees, drops his sword and takes Henry’s hands in his.” His sword clattering onto the stage, Simeon sunk to the floor. He carefully extracted your fingers from the hilt of your sword, tossed it to the side as he cradled your hands between his palms. “He understands now, how Henry–even at death’s door–would never intentionally hurt someone by ruining what they hold precious and close.” 

Simeon’s fingers laced between yours, careful and slow. He shuffled closer, close enough that you can see the embers of the flame burning in the golden flecks of his eyes. “Oh, dear Henry, please forgive me, for I have made a grave error in judgment.” 

Your chest ached, and you knew it wasn’t from exertion. Your face felt warm, too warm, and you knew it had nothing to do with exhaustion, or the heavy costume, or the ridiculous spotlight. Simeon was leaning in, his forehead pressing against yours as he fixed you with a gaze so full of yearning, you wondered if you really had been slain moments ago.

“My lord,” Your voice shook with anticipation, “How can I begrudge an act of the heart?”

He was nearer to you than ever before, your breath lingering with his in the small space between your lips. You prayed that he would close the distance and give you what you craved.

But when he spoke, all you heard was sorrow. “The heart longs for all it cannot have.” 

And then Simeon kissed your cheek, swift and smooth, and pulled you both to your feet. 

“Well done,” He applauded, gloved hands smacking together. “That was your best go yet.”

You saw through it, saw the way he held his hands in front of his face to avoid any close analysis of his cheery smile. 

Though your heart fluttered, desperate to believe that you hadn’t fallen for an act, you offered, “We can, um, run through it again. I mean, if you think I could still improve.”

Simeon paused, cocked his head to the side in a way that made his chestnut hair bounce. He took in your heaving chest, your brilliant blush, the way you awkwardly shifted from foot to foot. 

For a moment, you thought he’d acquiesce, thought he’d give into your whims. 

Alas, all he did was wink, singing a cheeky, “We can try again tomorrow.”

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

OBEY ME! MONTH MASTERLIST

[aita-blorbos]

aita for trapping my… housemate, in a cave?

hi. i (16M) live with this other guy (16M) who’s… a lot like me. i think i’m some sort of messed up clone or something of him. like, i am him, i think! but i’m also… not, i guess. but i want to be as good as him. everyone loves him. no matter how hard i try, i just keep messing everything up!

eventually i came up with a solution: if i couldn’t be as good as him, i’d just take his place. then nobody can compare us! i can make myself look like him, and i’ve been told i’m a pretty convincing fake. no one would be able to tell! and besides, i AM him! it’s not like anything would be missing.

i took him to some abandoned ruins i had found, and trapped him in one of the rooms. problem solved! i was going to leave him some food, but i don’t know how to cook…? so i just left. i think it’s only fair--i should get a turn in the spotlight. but who am i to judge.

aita?

[lovely-peace]

Shadows of Desires

Summary: One evening that changed everything.

Warnings: self-pity, cheating, toxic relationship, !seraphs memories pov!

Sooo... This is just a sneak peak of what COULD come next. I was sick the last two weeks and couldn't really find myself to write that's why this is so little content sorry.wc: 0.7k

Prologue - - Part 3

I sat in the dimly lit corner of the common Gryffindor room, my fingers tracing the edge of my parchment absentmindedly as I stared into the dancing flames in the fireplace. The room was alive with the chatter of Gryffindors, celebrating their latest victory on the Quidditch field. But I felt detached, distant from the euphoria that surrounded me.

Sirius, my boyfriend, was at the center of the jubilation, his charismatic smile drawing everyone's attention. He had just scored the winning goal for their team, and the adoration he received from his housemates was undeniable. But I couldn't help the bitter taste that welled up in my mouth as I watched him.

He was always the center of attention, always in the spotlight. And while everyone adored him, I felt like I was slowly fading into the shadows. Our relationship had become a mere formality, an extension of his popularity.

That evening, I was mad at him. Mad at how he seemed to forget about me once the applause and cheers began. I wanted to feel special, to feel wanted, I wanted to feel excitement and love like her for him, but all I got were fleeting moments of his attention.

Leander, on the other hand, sat a few feet away, his eyes occasionally flickering in my direction. He was different from Sirius, quieter and more reserved. There was a depth to him, an air of mystery that intrigued me. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be the center of someone's universe, even if just for a moment.

As the evening wore on, I found myself glancing at Leander more frequently, our eyes locking in silent conversation. There was something magnetic about the way he looked at me, something that drew me closer to him like a moth to a flame.

I excused myself from the celebration, telling Sirius I needed some fresh air. He barely acknowledged my departure, engrossed in his own world of accolades and admiration. I didn't care; I needed a break from it all.

Outside, the crisp night air stung my cheeks as I wandered to a secluded spot by the lake. Leander found me there, his steps hesitant but purposeful. He didn't say a word, just sat down beside me, his presence comforting in its silence.

"You left him and he didn't follow."

We sat there, side by side, staring out at the tranquil waters. The moon cast a soft glow on his face, accentuating the contours of his features. And in that moment, I realized that I craved the attention he gave me, the way he made me feel seen.

"And you did?" I wanted to tease him but he ignored my tone.

"I would always follow you." his eyes stared in mine and in this exact moment I let my guard down.

Our lips met in a hesitant kiss, a spark of desire igniting within me. It was wrong, I knew that, but it felt so right in that moment. Leander's fingers brushed against my cheek, his touch electrifying as our kisses deepened.

I didn't feel guilty. I felt alive, desired, something I hadn't felt in a long time. Leander hesitated at first, his conscience wrestling with his desire, but eventually, he gave in to the undeniable chemistry between us.

But as the evening wore on and our stolen moments continued, I couldn't help but wonder if I was making a mistake. I was still mad at Sirius, but I knew that two wrongs didn't make a right.

Then, as we shared one last lingering kiss, I saw him. Sirius stood in the shadows, his eyes fixed on us, a mixture of hurt and anger in his gaze. I couldn't read his mind, but I knew he had seen everything.

Leander pulled away, a hint of regret in his eyes, and I felt a pang of guilt. But when I looked at Sirius, I couldn't bring myself to feel remorse. Instead, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction, like I had shown him that I wasn't self-explanatory.

Sirius turned and walked away, disappearing into the darkness. I knew that our relationship was forever changed, but in that moment, I didn't care. For the first time in a long time, I had felt something real, something that made me feel alive.

The little girl in me cheered, but didn't realize that I lost him.

Taglist: @theofficialmadman@fanboyluvr@fjdjsiskcjfj@starsval@olkathedestroyer@helloitsmeeeeeee@xamapolax@maripositanoctruna@ancientimes@cloudlst@marina468@regulus-black-223048@loving-and-dreaming

[b1odeuwed]

sooo happy with that scar art btw took several hours and days but it was so worth it !!! god bless my housemate who had to watch me lose it while painting the face and spotlight/shadow

[thatonetepiglover]

Chances are, you've probably seen this guy before, as he just so happens to be the nephew of the great human researcher Urwin Stephin! However, Adam himself told me and my partner that he feels much more comfortable when left out of the spotlight and instead being known as the kid you only barely remember when you reminisce. He has a very close brotherlike bond with Damien, but despite common belief in their school, they are not related.

A quote from Adam confirms as much and goes as follows “We are not brothers but we feel as if we are, he might be a bit… Extravagant, but he's always been there for me. His whole family has. Heh….um….sometimes they let me stay the night at their place when I don't want to deal with my housemates…”

Speaking of living situations, Adam actually lives in the old haunted mansion just west of the fire district! Where dozens of other ghosts happen to live. Usually he has to fend for himself while his father works, but he said a good portion of his roommates are nice to him.

During the interview, my partner couldn't help but notice something peculiar. He later pointed out to me that Adam seemed to dodge almost every fighting based question we threw his way. He seems a little less like a fighter and it might weigh heavily and make him self conscious

But there's no need to be. We're all rooting for you buddy

Known Moves: Confuse Ray, Will o Wisp, Pain Spit, Smog

First Appearance: 00-10

[deoboyznet]

it's time for our monthly HOUSEMATE SPOTLIGHT! deoboyznet proudly introduces @astrae4 !

gill says: HIHI EVERYONEEE 😋 I’m Gill!! A member of tee-bee-zee-net hehe~ you may be familiar with me through my works for enha and zb1, but tbz is ultimately my ult 🫶 I’m currently on hiatus and often times off face of earth for dots of times due to health complications, but my requests are always open for anything but rated asks, so let’s be friends!!! 😘😘

**interview below the cut**

who are your bias(es) and bias wrecker(s)?

Bias from the start to now is and has always been Choi Chanhee 💗 My bias wreckerrrr�� oh this one changes a lot! But usually it’s Jacob and Younghoon 😋

when did you first start stanning the boyz?

I started stanning tbz during late 2021 (while eric was still in hiatus 😭)

what is your favorite era of the boyz?

Hassss to be ROAR, no doubt!! My first time seeing ot11 comeback and the music video + performance was just so so good!! Also…red-haired chanhee 😘

what the boyz song are you currently obsessed with?

HAS TO BE MAVERICK

love that song

what do you write? (favorite genres; if you're known for fluff/angst/comedy/smut/etc.)

I write everything but smut!! But my readers usually associate me with fluff HAHA

what is a fic/work people should check out from you?

For sure, Affogato Tell Yuu Smth! It’s an exes to lovers SMAU featuring Lee Juyeon and an oc (or you) and it’s my pride and joy!! Took me so long to finish it haha!

▷ read gill's affogato tell yuu smth here!

[ae-neon]

Cold Case Crimes: The Archeron Sisters (Remains Unsolved)

Hello, hello, hello.

Welcome to the Spooky Speaks Podcast, hosted by me, Ae Neon. Thank you for everyone who's joined... Today I'm a little excited! Can you tell? Do you know whyyy??

Because today we're looking at the case that inspired me to make this podcast. A case that still gives me chills.

True crimer or not, everyone knows this case.

Okay so before we dive in, remember I'm gonna go over the general timeline first then a detailed analysis of all the parts and then we go into theories and call-ins. Okay? Okay.

Growing up in the 90s and early 2000s, everyone knew who the Archerons were. Their reality show, "All Day with the Archerons", aired for almost 6 years between '99 and '05 and every weekend millions of people around the world gathered to watch William and Elizabeth Archeron raise their 3 daughters.

The show was a hit and helped catapult the Archerons from a small business family to household names. Mrs Archeron became the face of Revlon's Modern Moms campaign, modelled for Dior and even had a guest appearance on Oprah while promoting her book, "How To Raise a Winner"

Though the book, and Elizabeth herself, were later criticised for harmful and abusive conduct towards children after her eldest daughter, Nesta, collapsed due to stress.

However, the controversy quickly died down after it was announced Elizabeth had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and the latest season would be the last.

The family moved to Williams' hometown and Elizabeth died later that year. Their businesses closed and the family retreated from public life altogether.

For a while it seemed like the Archeron name might fade, relegated to nostalgia tidbits and C-list gossip columns who reported on Nesta's brief romance with notorious ice hockey player, Tomas Mandray.

Until, years later, their names began hitting the front pages once again.

On the morning of November 23rd, Elain Archeron filed a missing persons case with the police. Only a few hours later, the case was all over the local news.

Feyre Archeron, 19 at the time, hadn't come back from a night out with friends.

She was the only one of the 3 who remained in their family home, their father was living at a care facility a few minutes away and her 2 eldest sisters both lived out of town.

They were meant to gather for the holidays as they always did and Elain had arrived a little earlier than usual, the extra set of hands meant Feyre had time to go out with friends and she did, telling her sister she'd be back by morning.

But Feyre never returned.

The case ignited a wave of search efforts but after 4 months with almost zero evidence to go on, it began to die down.

Until, on March 8th, two young women reported their housemate missing. Nesta Archeron had disappeared.

This time police had more to go on, Nesta had not been the same since Feyre's disappearance. Her roommates reporting that she'd stopped eating and insisted that Feyre had been abducted. Workers at Sunnybrook Care, even reporting that they'd had to escort her off the premises when it seemed she might become violent in an argument with her father.

"She was screaming, kinda crazy, you know? But like really sad and angry too. Kept asking him if he was gonna 'sit back and watch like always'." One witness said to reporters, "Like she kept talking about her mom too and I think it's true, you know, the rumours that she was abused maybe."

Reports later released to the public include that Nesta had made strange purchases, withdrew large amounts of cash and frequented the dark web in search of help "hunting someone down".

In the end most people chalked it up to grief and long term stress disorders, with rumours of past abuse and even drug use surrounding the case.

The tragedy put the spotlight firmly on Elain Archeron and once again, the world fell in love with the family.

Elain had moved her father in with her after Nesta's disappearance as well as made several appearances on various talk and radio shows pleading for any information regarding her sisters.

She started up an organization aimed at using private security resources to track missing persons and suspects. And through this, she met Graysen. The two were instantly taken with one another and engaged 6 months later.

...Only one month before she too would disappear without a trace.

[imnotgoinganywhereok]

I'm starting my new job next week and I'm scared shitless. I've already couldn't sleep today because I woke up randomly at 3 AM and couldn't shake off the feeling of dread and uncertainty about the future for at least 2 hours. Thank goodness for @themightyaliendwarf's kitty and her floofy cuddle-loving ass. ᓚᘏᗢ ദ്ദി(• ˕ •マ.ᐟ

Second party at Ramon's house, this time a bit more winter-themed and less chaotic. Well, to an extend, of course. There was no fighting, no random visiting vampires, nobody died... Buuut Ramon's housemates were angry again that he invited Baltazar. The children are a different story, after all Izar is Ramon's son and Kari is still Katy's daughter. But Baltazar? That disgusting cheating cold-hearted sack of shit? No way, that's the last straw!! ٩(๑`^´๑)۶

This will be the last party at Ramon's. The others DO NOT want any more parties involving Baltazar and anything associated with him. Even Katy is distancing again from her daughter, especially after realising Kari's in the spotlight. Katy wants to live a peaceful life, no more drama. So, this party is second and last that will ever be thrown at that house. Maybe that's better. Ramon can think harder about moving in with the Owls!! (¬‿¬)

[aziraphales-library]

Hello!! I love all these suggestions you guys find! I was wondering if you knew of any Band AUs? Like Crowley learns to play electric guitar over centuries and eventually starts his own band or like he loves playing music and sings about azi a lot and thats how he confesses? Sorry i know that sounds very specific but just anything along the lines of Band AU is great thanks!! If not i can always write my own xD

Hi! Here are some band AU fics for you...

greatest hits by attheborder (M)

“But my dear, I just can’t believe you never told me that you had joined a musical group. I would have come out to support you— at your gigs!”

“First of all, never say ‘gigs’ again. Second of all, not my fault you never noticed when I showed up to dinner with a great big guitar case slung over my shoulder.”

(Aziraphale accidentally discovers Crowley’s secret: he was in a band in the 90s. And he wrote a whole album of love songs…)

Private Gig by madrabbitgirl (NR)

Aziraphale is on a miserable date with Gabriel, his most recent Grindr mistake, and is considering breaking things off when a sweaty musician in tight trousers appears before him, basically making the decision a snap. Aziraphale hasn't seen Crowley in a few decades, but their reunion is... passionate to say the least. Will they ever talk about why they stopped speaking in the first place? How does a stuffy bookseller go about dating a rock star?

Reunion by snae_b (E)

Aziraphale runs into an ex that he's never quite fallen out of love with.

Never Have I Ever (Been Myself) by FeralTuxedo (M)

Aziraphale Fell, BAFTA-winning actor of stage and screen, is bored. Bored of playing middle-aged divorcees in dull BBC dramas. Bored of answering the same questions on chat shows and breakfast television. Bored of keeping the real him hidden away. So when the opportunity presents itself to collaborate with up-and-coming rock band Witching Hour, he takes it, against his own common sense and the condescending advice of his agent. Witching Hour’s mysterious guitarist Crowley, flame-haired, moody, and a good fifteen years his junior, certainly seems worth the risk.

A human actor/rock star AU.

Soho by Lurlur (E)

Aziraphale lives a quiet kind of life, running a quiet specialist bookshop in one of the liveliest districts of London. He's content with his lot, happy with his friends, tolerant of his probably-human housemate, living vicariously through the gossip pages.

One day, a chance encounter with Anthony Crowley, lead singer of wildly successful rock band The Demons, threatens to turn his whole world upside down.

Win a Date With Anthony J. Crowley! by Caedmon (E)

Crowley is a world-famous rock star who sells out arenas. His name is synonymous with 'rock-n-roll', and he thrives on the spotlight. When he agrees to raffle off a date with himself for charity, he's expecting to meet an overzealous fan that wants to wear his skin and very well might try to roofie him. What he's not expecting is to be instantly attracted to the quiet man with the unusual name who shows up for the date at the Ritz... and he's certainly not expecting for Aziraphale to have no clue who he is...

- Mod D

[summitclan-chronicles]

I'm curious about the one character rule, is there any specific reason for that?

Oooh, you just opened a 12-ft bag of Excited Nattering.

• Your knowledge is your character's knowledge. I'm gonna be transparent here, I have a massive pet peeve against metagaming (giving a character knowledge they don't have). With multiple characters it's insanely easy to accidentally give one character the knowledge of another, by accident or on purpose to give them the upper hand. If you and your character have the same amount of information, you can't transfer unknowable knowledge.

• Population Control. one thing I noticed about the roleplays of my youth was how big the Clans got, how fast they grew and how often the allegiances were mostly inactive characters. When you combine in-character births with "poof" characters and outsiders joining without rhyme or reason, it causes a Clan to explosively grow in size. There was very little opportunity to gather the entire Clan together, either due to inactivity or sheer volume, and much of the time I felt as if characters in all roles got lost in the shuffle. With fewer cats, the spotlight broadens and everyone can have their time.

• It makes being a parent or mentor special. With everyone having one cat, I can make roles to prevent certain players from seeing the lore. This makes them dependant on more experienced members to teach them, and everything they learn will be a true and genuine revelation associated with that more experienced member that brought it to them.

• It makes it easier to keep secrets. Some plots may be kept quiet for a certain period of time to preserve the shock factor! If everyone had multiple characters we'd have fewer replies written out of genuine emotion ;)

• It requires less time & brainpower. Remembering all the social ties and historical bullet points of multiple characters can prove overwhelming for some, and it can lead to crossed wires too! With only one character you only have to remember things as they associate to your memory - because this reflects your character's memory. Additionally, when you pop into Summitclan for replies, there's no steep expectation or pressure to be in multiple threads with multiple characters at once. You can rest easy knowing you'll only ever have to reply to one interaction at a time, so you'll never have "threads stacking up uncontrollably in the background while i cry on my desk." (<- me.)

• It means I can put your character in your nickname. That way everyone can figure out who is played by who simply by swiping left on Discord and viewing the member list. Easy correspondance!

• It's neat! It makes Summitclan stand out a bit, I think!

But those are (major) secondary reasons. The big reason has its own name I gave it:

The Joy of Immersion.

This is a little difficult for me to explain so bear with me!

Essentially, I first learned about & joined a wcrp when I was 12 (i know! i know! i was a toddler!) and I had one single cat now lost to time. I was so intimidated by the community at hand and volume of the lore (... relative to 2012, anyway) that I decided to keep one cat for now and I would learn as I read others' posts. I didn't have them for long, as petty tween drama burned the place to the ground. But the experience of seeing the fanClan from the perspective of a single cat was formative.

It felt like the difference between, like, The Sims and Facade.

When you play The Sims, you have everyone's thoughts and opinions and intentions directly at your fingertips. Sure, there's some significant autonomy, but if a housemate suddenly gets up mid-convo you can check and literally observe their intent to go eat yucky Mac and Cheese cus their hunger bar is at a cool 25%. There's no guessing when it comes to the people you live with, and in conversations with neighbors you can still see how they feel about you in clear text and color-codes.

In Facade it is a god damn minefield. At nearly every turn these weird gliding people are verbally sucker punching you. To this day I learn about new strings of dialogue that blow me down. In the moment, typing out your little statements, you have no way of knowing whether your statement will unlock the next step of the game or if Trip is going to ferry you directly out of his house like an unwanted Amazon package.

In short... Facade doesn't tell you anything it just victimizes you, and that was what it felt like.

I was only in control of one tiny piece of a great big bicycle, and everyone else whirled around me with their own lives, their own events, their own perspectives - there was no way for me to read them all, and no way one single character could appreciatively tour them all. I had an opinion about some characters that were not shared by anyone else, because we had two different experiences of that character. And because I only had one cat, one set of eyes, I never found an opportunity to see the character another way: impressions had already been set down, the characters already had history, and there was no re-doing it for a different reaction. Plus, every plot point I put into the air was mostly controlled by other players: I couldn't use older or higher ranked characters to help me along, I had to depend on the interest and cooperation of others.

A consequence of that was a serious, genuine sense of pride when my cat progressed. I managed to get her from 6 moons to about 2 years old (which was probably like, 3 months irl, you know how it goes) before the place fizzled away. Because I had spent much of my time learning the lore directly from my mentor and Clanmates both on purpose and through osmosis, and because I generally had only one lens to learn it through, I felt like I had actually accomplished something when the Clan leader messaged me about her warrior name. It felt like I had actually proven myself in a tangible way, which I could go back and point to - "That was the thread where I learned X thing about Y landmark," "[Name] told me about this rp's Warrior Code in this thread."

I have been chasing that precise feeling forever in order to share it with others. It was such a unique and fascinating experience that overcame my entire body during her warrior ceremony, something I had only ever felt when accomplishing things in my real, actual life! What a wonderful feeling to cultivate in others!

My greatest sadness is that, unavoidably, the first generation of members on SCC won't be able to feel that kit-to-elder accomplishment for their first exposure to the lore. But I hope that in the future, when former members come back and see a painting their character made on a rock 6 real-world years ago was retouched in a thread yesterday, that feeling will make up for it.

[ladyzee-oddityhunter]

[Musharna Mail!! (TW for Unreality) Though this one particularly seems like it's being filtered through a haze of static. Sounds feel like they buzz just a little longer than they should all throughout this dream, and somehow just being here feels, for a minute, disorienting. But you are there, sitting among a bunch of faceless people in front of a large, white room. The lighting is harsh, clinical, like a spotlight that threatens both to reveal too much of you to the world and yet refuses to lend you any help in discerning any features of the faces around you.

None of them will look at you. But they're all speaking about you. You can tell that, even though you can't make out any of the words they're saying. They tingle in your ears, their laughter like spines that stick in the back of your neck.

One finally turns to you. And at once you're moving forward. You look through the doorway that once led into the barren white room and now it instead looks like a stretch of forest.

An endless stretch of trees, meticulously, eerily spaced an even number of paces apart.

"Wait!" You shout, "I'm not going back! I can't do it again!"

You try to shout it anyway. But the words don't even seem to reach your ears. Sound, it seems, hardly carries here. As if nothing truly moves in here. The doorway grows closer. You try to break away but they grab your arms and shove you forward. You try to shout, and thrash, and break away. It sounds like static in your ears. But they're in lock step with you. There's no turning back as they toss you forward and...

And you wake up. Only you're not in your home. That same forest now stretches around you on either side, an empty, black, unfeeling sky above. This scene no longer feels like it is being filtered through a haze of static. It is crisp and clear. Your body feels feverish, weak and trembling.

You can't possibly move any more.

How... long has it been? Clearly over 300,000 minutes. Seven months. And a day passes in a little over twenty minutes. In that time, fourty years would have passed.

Is there even a reason... to try to get back now? They're gone, and you know they're gone. It's been fourty years, they aren't still looking. And you're still trapped.

You'll always be trapped.]

((Offscreen))

It’s the lack of air and twist of pain in her chest that rips her from sleep. Sucking in a desperate breath, she wakes up on her side, fingers clenched hard into the front of her nightgown.

She takes three deep breaths, inhaling each for a count of six, then exhaling to the same count.

She’s warm. The blankets are soft. It feels like her bed. It smells like her bed.

Not trapped. Safe. Real. This is real.

Right?

Her hand fumbles at her side in pursuit of her lover’s sturdy form. The bed is empty beside her.

Real. Not trapped. Not alone.

She sits bolt upright and searches her surroundings. These are her clothes. These are her books, her shoes, her bag, her blankets, her bed. It’s not a forest. It’s her bedroom in full clarity. But she’s alone.

Not alone.

Not alone.

Please.

Terror presses her like a beast’s paw, shivering claws sinking under her skin and letting in the chill. The floor rises to meet her as she scrambles from bed, crashing full force to her numbed knees. She yells for her housemate. She prays for an answer.

((End offscreen))

My darlings, I’ve made some good progress in my recovery recently, but these recent nightmares have… Troubled me. I’m usually very accustomed to unpleasant dreams, so I hope they’re not disrupting my sleep too badly. I’m going to need that to heal.

This one felt almost familiar. Like I’ve seen it, but. Well. It’s late, I’ll think about it more tomorrow.