#i have so many awesome mutuals but never know how to reach out

[wackular]

hey mutuals!! I'm usually bad at starting convos but you are all so cool so if you wanna talk or smth dm me for my discord! or youre free to message me here if you dont have one :]

idk im also bad at small talk BUT TRUST!! i do wanna chat!! about anything at all, you got ocs, you play video games, you write stories, you read em, whatever it is!! we can chat!!

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Kiss me stupid, silly

Request made by @beautifullyalone23 : pleaseeeeee. Not sure how requests work but, what about a slow burn with Noah? Mutual friends, she's a bad ass with a heart of gold? Lots of sass ect. Idk im rambling. Anyways thank you for the much needed escape. It's keeping me going 💚

a/n Was a pleasure writing it. Hope you will enjoy it.🤍

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

If God was a woman it had to be you. Cheesy and so fucking stupid but Noah was sure of it. He felt like a schoolboy all over again once the slight crush had started. He was awkward and so fucking shy but you would just slowly blink at him. Like a cat. A slow, unwavering, kind look. Not a hint of teasing. Not a hint of judgment. Even when his lisp got the best of him since he was nervous as fuck. You would just nod along, not even once pointing it out.

“Can I ask you something?”, Noah breathed out as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. “Shoot, star boy”, you mused, leaning against his car as you looked over the seashore. Noah was on the break. Quite literally. In all ways imaginable. On a breaking point. On the break from the only thing that had him going. “Why…”, he frowned slightly as if assessing his next words.

“Remember we have a rule of no questions that start with why”, you pointed out, turning to him slightly. It was a silly rule, one that was made during one of many 2 am conversations. “You stayed”, Noah states making you shake your head slightly, “What do you mean?”. You never really understood why he was so surprised that you kept in touch with him. He was an awesome guy to be around, a rare gem and you had told him that but he had never truly believed you it seemed. “With me at the beginning”, he adds turning to you but his eyes fall onto the sea once more, “Don’t look at me like that”, he grunts.

“Like what?”, you shrug, tugging the selves of his hoodie down your palms. “Like you’re both pissed and feeling sorry for me”, Noah huffs, brushing his hand over his face. It always killed you how little he believed in himself at times. “Noah, I admire you and you know that”, you reasoned with a shake of your head.

“But…”, he starts only to be met with you turning away from him and rounding your way to the other side of his car. “What are you doing?”, a slight panic shoots through him at the thought of you finally being fed up with him. “Nope, not having this, come on”, you urge him, slipping into his car.

“What are you doing, Y/n”, he asks once more, wanting to hear you say it. “It’s freezing Noah, you will catch a cold, come sit in the car”, you point for him to do the same, needing shelter from a late night wind that had set in.

He sits there for a moment. The silence suddenly suffocates. He could never explain why he loved your company so much. Now he could but he was chicken shit as Nick had graciously called him. Too afraid to admit that he hadn’t escaped the inevitable. He had feelings for you. “How’s your new project?”, Noah asks, choosing to change the topic. You were a part-time model the shoot you had signed up for had blown the internet. Noah had bought the magazine. Two. One was still in the wrapper. Not to mention that you agreeing to be a part of their new album prom shoots had been the biggest highlight for him.

“Don’t care about it”, you shrugged, making Noah instantly turn to you, “Wait I thought it was your dream to land that”, he asked, surprise written all over his face. “Don’t care about it 'cause I'm here with you now”, you muttered, leaning your head on the side of the car seat.

Noah quickly mirrored your actions. Letting his eyes fall over you. Just watching you watch him for a moment. “Jolly said that you were sent by Lord almighty to me”, he sighed, fingers absentmindedly reaching for your hand. Something he had tried to stop. But given up after you haven’t pulled away. After you had only gone and intertwined your fingers with his instead. “Hmm..”, you hummed, “I always liked Jolly, he’s a good egg”. And he was. Both a good person and a big part of what you and Noah had going on. You weren’t sure if Jolly had said the same to Noah but he had found you in one of the house parties. Sat you down before handing you a drink and pretty straightforwardly pointing out that you had a crush on his friend and Noah had a crush on you. “It’s like leading two blind mice”, he grunted. The memory making you chuckle slightly.

“What?”, Noah asks intently, trying to scramble for every piece of your mind. “I had this…”, you shake your head, letting another laugh slip and past your lips, “I had this insane crush on you when we first met, and gods Jolly called me out bad”.

You watch all emotions possible swim all over Noah’s face. From shock. To clear denial. To joy. To confusion. “No you didn’t”, he shakes his head firmly. “Oh, I did, down bad, boy”, you nod instead. “You don’t go for guys like me though”, Noah frowns. “Who said that?”, you roll your eyes. “Well your ex…”, he starts only for you to hit his shoulder slightly, “Is ex for a reason”, you tap at your temple.

He watched you, as if calculating your words, “Wait…”, he tilts his head to the side, “Past tense though, had a crush”. You can’t help but smile slightly. Leave it to Noah to catch something like this and cling to it.

“Yeah…”, you nod, watching his face fall, “It grew into something deeper”, you add with a shrug. He blinks. Blinks again before taking a deep breath in. “Yn”, Noah shakes his head, “Are you taking a piss out of me or are you for real cause…”, but you don’t let him finish. Both hands reach out to take first fulls of his black Bad Omens hoodie as you pull him in. Crashing your lips onto his. His hand finds the back of your head immediately. As if he too had been waiting for this. As if he too had been anticipating it. It feels as if you see colors as his lips move against yours. All the emotions finally have an outlet.

“Oh fuck…”, he breathes out as you both pull apart. “Wow”, you add, feeling dazed as you watch him. “Yeah”, Noah chuckles, “wow indeed, come here”, he brushes his thumb over your lips before leaning back in to brush his lips over yours. If only you could kick your feet like a schoolgirl, you would. “All this time I wanted to kiss you”, he sighs, cupping your cheek. “Make room”, you grunt, moving to climb over to the driver’s seat. “What are you…”, Noah starts, his hands instantly move to your hips to steady you. “Don’t you want to make out in the car?”, you ask, halting, just in case you read the room wrong. “Do you want to? Cause I… there’s no rush”, he’s quick to reassure you, you shoot him a look before squeezing on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Kiss me stupid, silly”, you mutter against his lips. “Your wish is my command”, he muses, his inked hand brushing over your neck before he grips your face ever so slightly, bringing you closer to him.

[blackenedsnow]

Hello! Feel free to ignore this if you can't or wouldn't like to write it!

If it's not any trouble, could I request an Arthur Morgan x Asexual!Reader thing (one shot or headcanons, whatever fits better and/or is easier!), where there's like, mutual pining, but the reader speaks about their aversion to sex and lack of that sort of attraction, and how they think they're just never gonna have a meaningful romantic relationship because of this? Been feeling discouraged and sad about this, so yeah lmao.

And if the reader could be buff, it'd be awesome (no, I am not buff yet, but I will use this as inspiration to get there lol.

Anyways, tysm for taking the time to read this! Have a lovely day/night/afternoon!

heart stronger than flesh

WARNING: None

PAIRING: Arthur Morgan x Asexual! Reader

NOTE: I hope this gave you the encouragement you were looking for! Arthur's got your back, and so do I. You're going to reach those buff goals, one step at a time. Stay strong and know you're worthy of all the love and care in the world! Thank you so much for requesting this. Remember that love comes in many forms, and you deserve it as you are.

SUMMARY: Arthur has always admired you—your strength, your sharp wit, the way you stand tall in the middle of this messy world. He knows there’s something unspoken between you two, but neither of you has dared to name it. That is, until one evening when you finally confront your fears about the future.

The camp was quiet tonight, only the crackling of the fire filling the air as the rest of the gang slowly drifted off to sleep. You sat a little ways from the fire, resting on a fallen log, your muscles tense from the long day. Arthur sat nearby, the warmth of the firelight casting flickering shadows over his face as he quietly cleaned his gun. His usual frown softened whenever his eyes flickered your way, though he was trying to act like he wasn’t paying too much attention to you.

It had been this way for a while now. The unspoken tension between you two simmered just beneath the surface—an unacknowledged pining that neither of you knew how to handle. You weren’t blind to how he looked at you, especially after all the times you’d ridden into town together, his eyes lingering on the way your biceps flexed when you pulled the reins. He was always good at keeping it hidden, though, his cowboy façade of stoicism remaining intact. But tonight felt different. He kept glancing over at you more often than usual, his jaw clenched a little tighter.

You sighed and stretched your arms above your head, feeling your muscles strain under your skin. Even in the dim light, your physique was obvious—strong arms and broad shoulders earned through days of hard work and rough living. You were proud of the strength you'd built, but something else gnawed at you. The weight in your chest wasn’t from exhaustion.

You tried to brush the thought aside, but it came creeping back, like it always did.

Arthur noticed the shift in your expression. He finally broke the silence, his voice low and gravelly. “You alright?”

You hesitated, your fingers idly picking at the worn fabric of your pants. “Yeah. Just… got a lot on my mind, I guess.”

He nodded, putting down his gun and giving you his full attention now. He was quiet for a moment, waiting for you to speak. His eyes were soft, his usual guarded expression slipping as he looked at you with concern.

You shifted on the log, feeling the words at the back of your throat, but they were hard to spit out. How could you explain it? You weren’t shy about being tough, about fighting back against the world, but this? This was something different. Something more vulnerable.

“Arthur…” you started, not looking at him directly. “You ever… feel like you're not ever gonna have what other folks have? Like, love… romance?” You paused, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. “I mean, I see people, how they are with each other. But for me… I don’t feel the same way they do.”

Arthur frowned slightly, not sure where you were going with this yet. “What do you mean?”

You swallowed hard, your hands tightening into fists in your lap. “I don’t… I don’t want the same things as most people. I don’t want—” You stopped, heart pounding, before forcing yourself to continue. “I don’t want sex, Arthur. I never have. Never felt that way. And it makes me feel like… like I'm gonna be enough. Not for anyone.”

Arthur was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on you, but there was no judgment in his eyes. Just understanding, like he was listening to every word you said with more focus than he gave most things in this world.

You let out a shaky breath. “I’ve been thinkin’ about it for a while now. About... us. I know there’s… something between us, but I’m scared it’ll never work because I can’t give you what most people expect in a relationship. Hell, I don’t even know if it’s fair to you.”

Arthur finally spoke, his voice low and calm. “You really think that’s all there is to love? To wantin’ someone?”

You blinked at him, surprised by his question.

“I’m serious,” he said, shifting forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned toward you. “You think I’m with you—care about you—just ‘cause of what I could get outta you physically?” He shook his head. “It ain’t like that. Not for me.”

You stared at him, unsure of what to say.

“I don’t care about that,” he continued. “Hell, I’ve been around enough folks to know what really matters. I care about *you*. I care about the way you carry yourself, the way you look after the people you care about, the way you get stronger every damn day.” His eyes softened even more. “You think I ain’t noticed how damn strong you’ve gotten, how you keep pushin’ yourself?”

Your heart skipped a beat as he spoke, and a warmth spread through your chest at his words. You had always prided yourself on your strength, but hearing it from him—hearing how he noticed and appreciated it—meant more than you could have expected.

“I’ve felt it too,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a rough whisper. “Somethin’ between us. I ain’t gonna pretend I know all the answers, but I know I care about you. And I don’t need anything else but you by my side.”

It was hard with the weight of your fears crashing into the relief his words brought.

Arthur, ever perceptive, reached out slowly, placing a calloused hand on your knee. It was a gentle touch��so different from the hardened man you were used to seeing in him.

“I ain’t here to push you,” he said softly. “You don’t ever have to be anything you’re not. I don’t expect you to change, and I sure as hell don’t think you’re any less for feelin’ the way you do.” He hesitated, squeezing your knee gently. “You’re more than enough. I promise you that.”

You let out a shaky laugh, wiping your eyes quickly. “Arthur, I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t gotta say anything,” he murmured, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. “Just know that you mean somethin’ to me. And I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

For the first time in a long while, the tight knot in your chest started to loosen. You weren’t used to feeling this kind of reassurance, and yet, here was Arthur Morgan—someone as rough as the life you both led—telling you that you were enough just as you were.

You looked down at his hand on your knee, then back up into his eyes. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He smiled—just a small, fleeting thing, but it was real. “Anytime.”

The two of you sat there for a while longer, the fire crackling softly beside you, the night quiet and peaceful for once. And in that stillness, you felt a sense of calm settle in your bones.

You were strong—physically and emotionally. And with Arthur by your side, maybe you didn’t have to carry that weight alone.

[holdmytesseract]

Wrapping up 2024...

divider by @jiyascepter <3

Hello, there?

*taps microphone*

Fellow talented writers, dear mutuals, wonderful friends, and faithful readers... 2024 is coming to an end, and I thought it's time to take a look back at this year together with all of you - if you like, of course! ☺️

2024 has been a good year, I'd say personally. It wasn't the best, but certainly not bad. I was blessed with finding a lot of new friends on here... @chennqingg @angelwings-crossbowstrings @dixons-sunshine @mayday2007 @huntedmusicgardenn and @erebus-et-eigengrau ! Thank you for letting me invade your blogs, askboxes and DM's! I'm so grateful we became friends! 🙏🏼🧡 Especially @dixons-sunshine ... Gods, I'm such a fangirl of Krys. You have no idea. It's a wonder I didn't scare her off with my endless ramblings, lol. 😆

I also bumped into a lot of amazing, talented people on here this year - new faces and old acquaintances... @thevegandarkelf @loz-3 @buttercupcookies-blog @gigglingtiggerv2 @jiyascepter and so many more! You all have managed to blow my mind not just once, guys. Thank you for that! 🧡

I have also been blessed to spend another year with the gang on here! @smolvenger @eleniblue @lokisgoodgirl @mochie85 @vbecker10 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @mypainischronicbutmyassisiconic @anukulee @multifandom-worlds @jiyascepter - you guys are the best, and you damn well know how much y'all mean to me. Tumblr wouldn't be the same without you. That much is certain. Please never forget how freaking badass and magnificent you are! *BIG HUGS* 🧡

Yeah... I love the bond we all share on here. No matter writer, reader or 'lurker' - we all share the same passion one way or the other, and that's just beautiful, isn't it?

I'd like to give out a special thanks to @muddyorbsblr . It feels like we have known each other for ages but only got closer throughout this year (and perhaps the end of last year - I unfortunately can't remember entirely. Please forgive me, bestie.) Almost not a day goes by without us texting - and that's awesome. I could always rely on you for advice and help - or just for thirst. 🤭 No matter what, you always have a sympathetic ear for me - and I appreciate this and you so much! Thanks for being here and sharing all those cool things with me! I love you, bestie! 🧡

Another very close friend of mine I met on here is @fictive-sl0th - my compatriot, hehe. She's just wonderful. You know what I'm talking about if you ever had the chance to talk to her. That girl's got a heart of gold, I swear. She ALWAYS helps me when I get stuck on a story. I don't know what I'd do without her. I enjoy talking to her a lot. Friend, I absolutely treasure you. I love you! 🧡

What else happened this year on here? Well... I did a lot of writing - for which I'm very grateful. I'm still having so much fun doing this. I truly hope y'all have just as much fun with reading. I couldn't imagine a life without writing anymore. It's impossible.

My personal writing highlights this year:

• A Covenant for Eternity - a project I absolutely LOVED to write. It's been so cool to do this in cooperation with so many people. Love, love, love!

• Love In The Rearview Mirror - my newest series. I know I just started to post it, but I've been working on this already for quite some time. I love this series with all my heart, and I truly hope it won't disappoint you.

• Echoes of Hope - another great AU that I started. I absolutely fell in love with my OC's Teddy and Marlo. I just can't help but to continue this.

• Hunter & Prey - one of the steamiest things I ever wrote. I love this addition of the Baby Fever AU!

• ...what the future holds... - a spontaneous idea that turned into one of my favourite stories.

Do you guys have any favourite stories? I'm curious! Let me know - if you want! 🤗

What else happened? 🤔

Oh yeah, and I reached 2k followers this year! TWO THOUSAND... This is insane... I'm still stunned by this, I swear. I would've NEVER ever thought this was going to happen someday. Not even in my wildest dreams. Thank you again for this! 🙏🏼

And oh boy, we celebrated big...

Campire Sleepover

Well... It's been a wild ride - and I can't wait what the next year has to offer... I'm excited!

Thank you ALL for reading, commenting, reblogging, and interacting! Thank you ALL for spending this year with me - and fangirling together. No matter if it was about an mischievous God, or an archer with an angel-winged vest. Thank you ALL for helping me shape this blog. It wouldn't be the same without you.

Thank you - from the bottom of my heart!

I truly hope I didn't forget somebody... If I did, I'm SO sorry. I didn't mean to forget you! Please feel hugged. 🙏🏼

I love you all! 🧡

Now there's only one more thing left to say - I mean, I already stole enough of your time...

I wish all of you a merry merry Christmas and happy holidays! I hope you are able to enjoy it! 🎄

And now... *turns up Christmas music*

P.S. If you made it until here, I'm gonna tell you a secret... 🤫 There's a Christmas-ish Loki oneshot coming your way in the next two days... 🤫

[wolveria]

hey hey, might regret sending this later lmao im in a bad mood. feel free to ignore this bc it is profoundly mundane and you don't have to help me with this lol

im a young adult, never had a job, and idk how to apply for one. i am desperate to get away from my home but i cant really do that without money, and my mother refuses to help me figure this out. was hoping you could to point me to some sources that might be useful.

thanks in advance, and sorry to pester you with this. been following you for like 4 years, and you've helped me through alot. not just your writing, but you, the stuff you reblog, all that. it's gotten me through alot of really hard times. thank you for being here. good luck with your book ❤️

I'm so sorry. I completely understand, I've been there and I distinctly remember how it felt to be trapped in a similar situation.

I don't know of any specific resources, and if other people want to add in organizations or communities they've turned to that would be awesome! I do know that youtube can be a great resource for learning how to do adult things like building a resume, how to talk yourself up during interviews, and applying for scholarships and internships.

You're not a bother at all <3 I'm sincerely flattered that you wanted to reach out to me, I'm sure it wasn't easy. I know that one of the most important things you can do right now is seek out support and community. Either through online communities or in person, they can actually save your life.

Oh, one important resource I forgot about! Your local library! Most of them have a website where they list out local events, and you'd be surprised how many free workshops, classes, and services they offer. And even just a safe place to hang out with other people where you're not expected to buy something to justify being there. I'm a HUGE fan of libraries, and that would be the first place to check.

Local mutual aid communities and resources are another good place for emotional support and a way to actually help you get out of your situation.

Sending love your way, and you can send an ask/message any time you need.

[epitomees]

What's something you wish to improve?

What are your biggest (personal) Tumblr crushes?

Questions for the mun

What's something you wish to improve?

((Oh there's a lot I can still improve on both as a writer and as a mun too. I think one thing I want to work on more is reaching out to new followers, or even mutuals whom I've never interacted with since I followed them. Lately it's been difficult on my end due to IRL situations coming in the way, and in turn making me kind of isolate away from others since I want to take care of myself more. That in turn has affected me trying to start conversations with new people, or old people I've never talked to before.

It's all about managing my time to myself and when I want to chat with other people. I know, and I understand VERY WELL, how anxiety-inducing it is to strike up a chat with a new follower to try and plot something out. That's why I always tend to try and be the one who reaches out first, because well...I'm a big ole extrovert and I just want to make new friends whenever I can! So I want to adopt all the introverts here, be as friendly as I can, all while I'm still maintaining my own mental/emotional health and taking care of myself when I need it.))

What are your biggest (personal) Tumblr crushes?

((Oh PERSONAL you say...okay well, there are a few I can name off!

For starters, you are definitely one of them, Lea. When I first dipped my toes into Persona RPC, and well before I even made a Persona blog, you were one of the first blogs to follow me and interact with me over on the Vivi blog. I remember how excited I was when it happened because I saw so many other blogs mention your blog and how great it was and how cool the mun was so I felt ECSTATIC when you followed me! I had a really rad person following me and now I could throw my own muses at yours to see how well they meshed together. Lo and behold, you're just as much of a nerd as me and I love you so so much!

Then there's @darckcarnival! My meme husband, the meme father, the big green teddy bear, he is LITERALLY one of the best friends I have ever made by being in the Tumblr RPC. I was still a little newbie at Tumblr RPC when we first interacted with each other, and MAN I can remember way back when how nervous I was to start talking with him because he was another well-known blog in the community we were in. And then ONCE AGAIN, I come to find out he's just a sappy, lovey-dovey, mushy nerd who adores his friends and needs to be shaken around a little bit. It's been well over 10 years now since we've known each other, and I still feel so lucky I get to call him one of my closest friends.

Lastly, for now as I don't want to make this post long, there's @townofcadence!! Love, love, love, LOOOOOOOOVE TRISTAN!!! I love this mun so so much, and you have no idea how happy I was to find out he was still hanging around Tumblr and writing on a different blog. This is a mun I've known for a very long time too, back in the beginning of the very first MSA days. Tristan is an absolute sweetheart, with a kind personality and a very friendly demeanor. Not to mention, GOD HIS WRITING IS BOMBASS AWESOME!! I remember the times we stayed up REAL LATE at times because we were writing these REALLY intense threads, making the dashboard and other blogs scream at us, but it was SO WORTH the little sleep we got that day. He also inadvertently helped me develop and improve my own writing style, without me even realizing it. So GO GIVE HIM A LOT OF LOVE!! HE DESERVES ALL OF IT!!!))

[valmillion]

i feel like one of the worst aspects of my personality is the need to have people believe I'm important, that i have connections with important/cool people, to the point where i tell a lot of little white lies, even to myself. i tell myself that I'm a part of some inner circle of internet people, which is, i guess, sorta true in some ways. i have a lot of actual friends who do awesome stuff but i tend to overstate my "reach", i guess. i don't feel notable in these circles, I'm not a centerpoint, im just a peripheral thread, an orbiter.

I'm a part of so many different friend groups without feeling like i truly belong in any of them (partially because I can't stand being in voice calls and i only want to play multiplayer games by myself)

i brag about being mutuals with "micro celebrities" whom I've never actually talked with (i tell myself that they don't really want to talk to me, and even if they did, what the hell would i say? they don't have room for another friend. may as well not bother.)

i know some lovely mutuals are gonna tell me that it's okay, that i should just be myself and that it's fine to not be the center of attention. i love you guys. I'm just venting. this is just something i needed to get out there.

i think this is something i get from my family. my nonno knew everybody, made friends with so many people, everyone gathered at his house. i wish i could be that. i want to be someone that's desirable to be around. i want to feel wanted. i hate being the first one to reach out. i dont know how to do that. i don't know if i can ever be that. it's hard to explain. i don't feel lonely, i know i have friends who love me. i dunno. i guess i wanna be like my nonno, a soft spoken, good listener, who was kind and helped people, who people wanted to be around. trust me, if you met me in real life, that's who i am.

come over, I'll cook for you. we'll talk, have coffee, smoke weed, watch a movie, whatever. I won't invite you, just come knock on my door and I'll be happy to let you in.

[aft3rhrs]

ari.. tell me it's normal to be envious of your best friends? 😭 i have 2 bestie and both of them have such loving boyfriends. their bf always spoil them.. buy them things.. and gifts.. well my besties deserve all of them ofc! they're both awesome girls and i love them so much but at some occasions when they tell me abt their boyfriends.. i can't help but get jealous bcs oh god i'm just a pathetic bitch who have never experienced being in love (moreover having someone who share the same mutual feeling with you 😭) T__T gosh this surely is a silly ask huh i'm so sorry for the spam! you always seemed like a good listener and i've always wanted to hit you up to talk but i'm.. very shy.. (<3 love u ari)

babyyyy :( first of all, you can always pop into my dms — or whatever makes you comfortable. either way, this ask isn't silly! no such thing ❤️

your feelings are valid. it's okay to be lonely, sad, angry — we don't have much control over our emotions, so don't blame yourself for them. they're not right or wrong — they just are. and they can certainly be a good indicator of where our wounds lie.

the only thing we can really control is how we react to them. sometimes, we end up acting out in ways that are unhealthy for us or the people around us. putting yourself down is just one of the many ways to do that.

it's good that you're so self aware, but please be gentle with yourself — you can use this experience as an opportunity to grow. if something hurts, it probably needs healing. ask yourself why. you need to realize that you are good enough and worthy of love. you just haven't met your person yet, and there's nothing wrong with that. nothing wrong with you, either.❤️ everyone's journey is just different.

don't be afraid to heal your wounds. it will only get harder in the long run, the more you let them rot— your friends deserve to be happy and get spoiled, and so do you! it's a blessing when your loved ones are safe and sound. don't let any insecurity drag you down.

I know you got this and you have all of my support. ❤️ you can always reach out to me! <3 I love you more 🥺

[dastardlydandelion]

good morning!

i was also really excited to go see D1 in theaters. i remember seeing the first AQP in theaters and yeah, all those scares got me! i obviously the suspense was paramount but i think AQP is one of the horror movies that used jump scares in an effective way without compromising that aforementioned suspense.

agreed! i mean it's really easy to poke holes in this franchise and raise questions about the ecology of the death angels, the logistics of anyone surviving when people make so many unintended sounds, but the science was never the point of the movie. it's meant to be believable enough that you can relate to what the characters are going through, see the steps made to make the world-building feel lived in despite the logistical errors, and speculate about all the things an enforced silence and/or the monsters themselves possibly represent. idk if you've seen Lupita Nyong'o's other horror feature Us, but the "science" makes no sense in that either and it doesn't matter at all! it's not the point!

we both same braincelled thinking of Luc when Frodo stole the show, lol. Sam being in hospice was a very interesting choice. it's unusual to see a main protagonist terminally ill, particularly in this setting where almost any other character's motivations are going to be survival. it does too, present some profound food for thought, exploring what the end of the world as we know it means to a woman who's already reached the end of the world as she knew it.

i was glad they brought Henri back! and we get to know his name that time, awesome! AQP2 did Djimon Hounsou so dirty. he didn't even get a name, his death was cheap and served no purpose. gross trope at full throttle in that movie, our mutual friend and i were talking about that when we watched AQP2 together. i know he was horrified to kill that guy, accidental though it was and particularly with his son there, but...it also felt very human and smth probable to happen at some point. that it was Henri talking action though was a good establishing character moment, while i wish he was in the movie a little more, with what we do have of him i totally understand how he was a natural leader for the island survivors.

Eric's entry! holy cannoli, how long was that guy underwater??? i was amused and endeared that Frodo was the very first thing he saw upon emerging and then, ofc, he followed him. i too would probably follow the cat in that situation.

...now, when Frodo leads him to Sam and a man following a cat around in a deserted city shifted into following a lone woman around a deserted, that is the moment i realized why Joseph Quinn specifically was cast in this role. Sam tries to shoo Eric away and he just keeps following her. there's no one around to uh, help if his intentions are bad. she's especially vulnerable bc she's already in a lot of pain...if this guy didn't have the face of everybody's beloved Eddie Munster, a much greater percentage of the audience would've been creeped the fuck out!!! albeit, he does keep a decent distance even when following her, it's not like he's right up on her heels.

BUT obviously context matters. once they get to talking, i was also endeared. Eric is so nakedly human in that moment. Sam is a very caring person. she gave those scared kids her expensive candy bar. she relents, doesn't try to dissuade this scared, soaking wet guy-- who isn't local and probably doesn't fully understand the directions she's trying to give him, anyway.

then, yes, agreed, that relationship really made the bulk of the movie and it was the most important part of the movie. some people thought there should be more action, i'm not really one of them. i appreciated the quieter, more emotive story being told about strangers bonding and caring for each other (and a cat) in the wake of devastation and destruction. the moments of levity they carve out together, the beauty in that, the small sacrifices and then the bigger ones.

i also knew Eric was going to make it...and than as much as i genuinely enjoyed this movie, here is where i do have some negative thoughts. i knew Eric was going to make it BECAUSE THEY SHOWED HIM MAKING IT IN THE FINAL TRAILER!!!!

WHY. that's--- don't do that! these days trailers feel the need to give away the whole movie! no! hold your cards!

also, i uh...i mean, you already know this because you read my fic (which I appreciate and i will reply to your comment soon, thank you, i'm gradually getting back intoe writing again and i am glad you enjoyed) but i, uh...yeah...sorry. if i had been in the writer's room on this project, Eric wouldn't have survived, either.

i understand that Sam's goal was never to get on the boat. she had already been facing her mortality as a terminally ill hospice patience and when the death angels forced devastation upon everyone, dying on her own terms in city she cared about became her driving force. buut i just...hmmm...with the sheer number of death angels that were there, Eric making it to the boat without a scratch felt a lot like plot-armor? albeit i'm totally biased bc i didn't feel right seeing them separated! i also think it could've been an interesting contrast to AQP2 of a failed sacrifice.

in AQP2, Emmett was fully willing to sacrifice himself for Regan, but she used her hearing aid to emit the frequency before it came to that, so neither of them died. if Sam still attempted the sacrifice play, but her making noise wasn't enough to prevent *one* of the death angels from getting Eric anyway, then uh, the opposite would've happened!

i don't hate the ending, given the contextual significance of Sam's character motivations, but still. they parted ways and it felt so wrong. 😭

if i have another negative, it would be that you can feel that some scenes were deleted? like, what happened to Eric's first pair of shoes? something definitely happened to those shoes and why cut that scene if you're going to keep the scene of Sam picking him out new shoes? and Denis O'Hare's character was cut entirely? WHY?

but again, mostly positive things to say. namely about the performances and themes, just downright incredible performances. including that of Nico & Schnitzel! extra praise for the suspense of the subway sequence! in that scene in the tunnel i was simultaneously aching for Eric mid-panic attack and jealous of Joseph Quinn bc i want Lupita Nyong'o to hold my face like that.

good evening, foxy! please tell me all your thoughts and feelings on AQP:D1! but only if you want, no pressure. 👾

Ahhh, thank you for this ask! I just loved it so much. 🧡 I was excited to watch it on the big screen; it was so worth it.

I know, I know, some things just don't make sense in the franchise, but I'm gonna just ignore that, because I'm in for the feels and cool monsters, not for science.

I love deep, emotional themes so Sam being in hospice really got the story off on the right foot for me. I instantly fell in love with Frodo, too, (and thought about how @lucdarling must love him, too). I could totally feel Sam when she risked both her and her "not friend's" life, too, to save him. I would do the same for my dog. The part where Henri accidentally killed the guy on the roof was a memorable scene, too, it stuck with me. Then off to the part where Eric entered. Gosh, the way my heart went !!! when he noticed Frodo, and Frodo adopted him and took him to Sam and went mom, can we keep him? and he was just standing there being so miserable and sweet. It was so endearing how he just followed the duo even though Sam tried to shoo him away. I got teary-eyed when they stopped in the rain and he was so scared to speak, and then just told Sam how he was really scared and didn't wanna die there. Aggghhh! And Sam just gave up and took him in. That was it for me. I was totally sold.

The part where Sam told Eric to kick in the door, and Eric just looked at her like really, do I look like an action hero? but then he did it made me laugh a little. The part where Eric shows up at the bookstore and just stands there again, too.

Then I was so freaking anxious when they were in the tunnels and Eric had a panic attack, but also felt so freaking soft for them. When Sam went over to try to ground him, to hold him, to save him. She was never gonna leave him behind. <3 gaaah

Then I cried when Eric gave Sam the pain patch thing and they agreed that Sam won't die until after they ate pizza. And cried when they held each other at the flaming hole in the ground. And when Sam gave him the sweater. And when he started crying when Sam gave him Frodo and sent him off to run. I was crying a lot.

I knew he was gonna make it, but my heart was still racing. My heart was breaking for the both of them, I wanted them to stay together longer, you know. (Your fic was perfectly soul-wrenching!)

I just loved the three of them so much! Sam and Eric felt so real, so human! The beauty was in the small things, I didn't need more action. I'm a sucker for found family themes, and with the sci-fi/horror backdrop, it was even more my cup of tee.

But the ending was badass with Sam exiting with that song in that way! I mean at the beginning she was just existing, waiting for death in that hospice being either angry or numb most of the time, probably mourning a lot of what could have been. And in the end she was at peace, she saved Eric and Frodo and she was ready to go.

I know I was all over the place, I'm sorry. ---- What did you think?

[seelestia]

★彡 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮?❞

SUMMARY. redamancy is a love returned in full — except you express that by staring at your lover like a madman.

CHARACTERS. xiao, venti, kazuha, heizou, zhongli, albedo, gorou, itto, scaramouche, ayato, childe, diluc, thoma, kaeya.

GENRE. cotton candy fluff, little bits of crack, teeny tiny angst in kaeya's part, established relationship.

CW. use of pet names.

THOUGHTS. weewoo, my first multi post! i may have screamed, kicked my feet in the air, and sobbed while writing this and i hope you do too <3 /pos

☆ masterlist.

─ ⊹ ⊱ ・・・・・・☆・・・・・・・⊰ ⊹ ─

XIAO turns his face away nervously. You are silent, yet your gaze speaks many volumes; volumes that he is unable to comprehend properly. What exactly should an Adeptus say to such peculiar manner of staring? Xiao clears his throat, "If you have words to spare, then spit them out." Bold words for someone with reddening cheeks.

VENTI grins as if he had caught a thief red-handed. "Is it me or is someone awfully shameless today, hm?" Although it is clear as day that you're not even trying to hide it, this bard sees the opportunity to tease you and he takes it in stride. As a performer, Venti is used to having eyes on him — but to receive such attention from his beloved is so much sweeter, is it not?

KAZUHA returns your gaze with an even softer one. He asks, "Is something wrong, my love?" What started out as a way to express your adoration for his beauty turns into a mutual contest. Kazuha's eyes are a beautiful scarlet red, you know that — but why is it so hard to acknowledge when he's staring right back at you? But in his defense, he is but a humble man returning the favor and using it as an excuse to adore you.

HEIZOU pretends to poke your eyes. "Ah-ah, where's your permission to stare?" A cheeky one, indeed. Heizou hovers two fingers in front of your eyes as if poised to poke on command. With the way his smile is almost reaching his ears, it's so difficult to take him seriously — and it doubles by tenfold when Heizou dives in for a kiss. His giggles tap against your lips, "There you go, permission granted." Great, just awesome; now, you feel like poking his pretty olive eyes instead.

ZHONGLI is unmoving yet knowing all the same. No, he is not oblivious, not in the slightest. In fact, he knows you are staring at him. Zhongli usually doesn't mind being gawked at; yet as he takes a sip of his tea, he can't help but chuckle, "You can look until you've had enough, but don't let the tea get cold now." Your eager gaze that is almost akin to a stupefied child is more amusing than he thought, it seems.

ALBEDO wonders what is running through your mind. As if his thoughts have morphed into crystalflies that leave a trail of epiphany in their wake, you exhale a cold breath and two words for him, "You're beautiful." Albedo realizes that maybe, his metaphor might've been off the mark; because no longer are the crystalflies taking flight in the air, they are here in his chest like fluttering butterflies at the sight of your smile.

GOROU blinks in confusion. Deciphering has never been his best suit, so when Gorou finds you staring at him without a word, his first instinct is to assume the worst. His ears droop down almost instantly, "W-what's wrong?" The genuine fear on Gorou's face makes you panic and he swears he never relished in relief like ever before after you explain. No, he's not mad — he just can't help but sulk, just a little. Ahem, please don't scare him like that again.

ITTO pats himself in accomplishment. "Are you staring because I look extra, super duper handsome today? Ohoho!" Was it the new shampoo? Mouthwash? Eyeliners? His pearly white teeth? The comb he exchanged for snacks yesterday?! He sounds obsessed but hey, he wants to look good for you — and if you're staring at him like that, it means his efforts aren't in vain! How silly though, you've always been staring at him like this; Itto was just too immersed in his beetle fights to notice.

SCARAMOUCHE flicks your forehead. You get two privileges, though; a forehead flick and a somewhat gentle one at that. He doesn't just flick anybody's forehead, you're special (or whatever). Scaramouche huffs, "Got a staring problem? Your eyes look like they're gonna pop out." But you don't mind, you'd gladly pick them up just to stare at him again. "Ugh, weirdo," he rolls his eyes but he's actually smiling, so who's the weirdo here?

AYATO only hums in acknowledgment. "Is this angle good enough for your liking, dearest?" He says that so casually. As a man who has etiquette engrained into him since young, you partially expect him to reprimand you. It's common knowledge that staring is improper in public, after all — but that's exactly it; right now, he isn't the public figure, Kamisato Ayato but simply a man with his beloved. How ironic would it be to reprimand the very person who gives him a sense of normalcy? Besides, you're adorable, so he's not complaining one bit.

CHILDE tilts his head questioningly at first but plays along. He searches your eyes; is this a prank or are you angry? The corners of his lips crook into a grin, there's a playful agenda in his mind. "Are we doing a staring contest? If I win, will you give me a kiss?" His jokes are just a way of his to get a reaction from you. But when it fails, Tartaglia's grin quite literally drops, "Wait, are you actually upset? [Y/N], what did I do—" And he won't stop pestering you with a whine until you explain.

DILUC lowers his head into a bow. He mutters quietly, "I'm sorry." Straightforward words, but the thing is does he even know what he's apologizing for? Actually, why is he apologizing? Diluc looks so meek underneath your gaze, you wonder how he'd react if you tell him that you're merely staring because you can't look away? Simple, he wouldn't know how to; so, he'd fake a cough to hide his face or more specifically, the shades similar to his hair blooming on it.

THOMA frowns with concern. "Do you need something, my love?" His hand is warm as he cups the side of your cheek as a giving touch of comfort. Are you staring at him to get his attention? Has something been bothering you? Worried questions begin to fill Thoma's mind — of course, your well-being is what comes to mind first, not the thought of you admiring him for no reason. "Ah, you're such a tease. You scared me there," he pinches your nose; that's a Thoma-like way to get revenge, alright.

KAEYA leans in closer. He does so with no hesitance, no warning whatsoever and you lean back with a squeak. Kaeya chuckles to his heart's content with a cheeky jest, "Why, I thought that was an invitation?" But beneath the desire to fluster you, lies an odd sense of contentment; knowing that you stare at him with such a loving gaze. "Thank you," two words that seem so out of place, but Kaeya wants to say them anyway.

— © seelestia, july 2022. do not repost, plagiarize, translate nor claim as your own.

[luimagines]

Wild Card: Twilight and “If I can tell you.” Or anything you like but it has to be with Twilight :) :)

"If I Could Tell Her." Is such a mood for this boy. I gotchu fam.

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

“They thought you were... awesome.” Twilight struggled to say. He had come to see you after a mutual friend of yours left. Granted, you knew them better than he did but Twilight talked to them a few times when the group visited the village. It was before you joined them though and he had no idea you even knew each other. 

Little did he know that you had a massive crush on them, only to not confess before they moved away. You were heart broken. Twilight had found you crying in the corner of the room in the inn they’ve rented out.

Panicked, he raced to you and didn’t hesitate to hold you as you cried. You calmed down after a while, and before you knew it the two of you were sitting on the bed. You talked to Twilight about your childhood and how much you cared about him, knowing that you were most likely never going to see them again.

Twilight, not wanting to see you in any more emotional pain, spoke up. It was only until you’ve turned those red rimmed, wide and pretty eyes toward him that he realized he was going to digger a deeper hole for himself and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

“They thought I was awesome.” You smiled a bit. “They told you about me?”

“Definitely.” Twilight’s smile was crooked. How was he going to stop himself before he got too ahead?

“I didn’t know they talked about me.” You sniffled.

“Oh yeah. They said that there was nothing like your smile... sort of subtle and perfect.... and real. They said that you never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel.” Twilight shrugged, trying to keep his heartbeat under control. You tilted your head at him and he felt compelled to continue. “They said that when you get bored you draw little stars in the sand and that you like to throw sticks in the river just to see where they’d land.”

You smiled to yourself and hugged your arms across your chest. It was a sad smile though and Twilight was getting more desperate to fix it. 

“But they... they knew that if they said anything it would have been weird... so they didn’t. They kept it all inside their head. But they.... they would say... ‘I could tell them... Tell them everything I see. Tell them how much they mean to me. But we’re a million worlds apart. And I don’t know how I would even start.’ You know.... if they could tell you that is...” Twilight finished lamely.

You nodded, not looking at Twilight. Together, you sat in silence for a moment before you chanced a glance at him. “Did- did they say anything else?”

Twilight blinked. “About you?” 

Wrong answer. You curled further into yourself, running your hands through your hair to comfort yourself before blurting out excuses. “Nevermind, I don’t really care anyway. It’s just--”

“No, no, no, no--” Twilight cut you off. He was beginning to sweat and he had no idea how he was going to get himself out of this or why he was inclined to keep going. All he knew was that he wasn’t able to shut up. “He said so many things about you. I’m just trying to remember the best ones.”

You seemed placated by that and bit your lip, waiting for Twi to continue. Twilight took a breath and clenched his fists. “......They thought.... that you looked really pretty... uh, yeah, you were really pretty when you decided to cut half your hair.”

“They did?” You blinked, a smile coming over your face. The first one that day.

It encouraged Twilight and he stood up from the bed. With his had out stretched he reached to you, pulling you close to his side. “Yeah and they always wondered where you learned to dance as if the rest of the world isn’t there.”

Twilight spun the two of you together before letting go. The silly and random motion caused you to giggle and Twilight was feeling better himself if he had to be honest. 

“They just never said anything. They didn’t know how. They said... if they could tell you-”

“They always seemed to far from me at times.” You admitted and smiled at Twi, even if it was a bit weak and watery. It was genuine. “I didn’t know anything.”

“Well... it’s not like it’s easy to say I love you.” Twilight tilted his head, smiling back at you with the same about of energy.

“Thank you Twilight. I feel better.” You smiled wider and took a breath, wiping your eyes as you let it out.

“Anytime.” Twilight smiled wider to match you and leaned against the wall as you walk around him.

“I’m going to meet up with Wind and Four. You coming?” You sniffled and put on your brave face.

“In a minute.” Twilight winked.

You took the answer for what it was, leaving him behind.

Once you were out of sight and out of hearing range, Twilight groaned and hit the back of his head against the wall. “I love you. But we’re a million worlds apart... and I wouldn’t know where to start.... If I could tell you..... I would.”

[weaselishmcdiesel]

weasel i am about to give you the biggest compliment i’ve ever given anyone:

ok so before i had the spoonmoment119 account, i would look at all your posts and just sit. in awe. of like how good you could draw. and i thought that when i got better at art, i wanted to draw just like you. you were my favorite artist. by a long shot.

and when i did make the spoonmoment119 account and started posting a bit of art, i had a few milestones in mind, obviously the simple ones like the 50 followers, 100 followers, 1k followers, but by far the biggest in my mind, was how long it would take for weasel to even so much as like one of my posts.

and as you know, that goal was achieved on my second post. the mumbo body pillow. never in a million years would i have thought of you even just looking at my art. but you did :]

and now to just regularly interact with you and other insanely good artists on a daily basis, is insane,, and to have people looking up to me,, even more insane.

and i would just like to stop by for a bit and thank you for how much you’ve done for me, and how much you’ve helped :]

and you don’t have to reply btw,, i just wanted you to know that :3 okokok goobye <3

SPOON FUCK. I DIDNT SEE THIS BEFORE I FELL ASLEEP FUCKFUCKFUCK

😫😫😫😫😫😫SPOOOOOOOOOON😭😭😭😭

I’m. Forever touched like I have no idea what to say like I’m honored you would even go out of your way to write all this I’m,,, I’m just a little guy!!!! I’m just!!! I just draw my little guys!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭thank you so much! Your favorite artist,,, OTL IT MAKES ME WANT TO MAKE YOU PROUD WAAAAAA THANKYOUUUU

I have, a lot of aspirations like I eventually want to create a cartoon, or potentially work on a video game or like a ton of other stuff whatever my life leads me to but all of them stem from my desire to inspire people, since it’s just this amazing feeling, the most rewarding fulfilling thing I think I can do as an artist. So like. Yeah XD I’m. really really thrilled to hear you say all this, like I actually did something with my art besides… draw boys ahdhagdhs like you’ve touched so many people with your art and I’m so happy I could at least encourage you to start posting it :) we’re all happier when we see a spoon post floating around <3

I’m very happy you’ve gotten the reach that you have :) from all that we’ve interacted you seem incredibly kind and deserving of all the attention you’ve gotten 😌not even just for your kindness but your art seriously, is so pleasing to look at both your creatures and more finished work, it’s all so lovely and your humor is so XD perfect 👌like that weird sort of deadpan sometimes is👌👌👌👌 BUT AHDHAHD WHAT IM TRYING TO SAY IS ITS AWESOME TO INTERACT WITH YOU TOO AND YOURE SUCH A GREAT PERSON THAT IM JUST AS EXCITED TO BE MUTUALS WITH YOU TOO!!

You’re a dear<3 you’re the best <3 goodbye<3333

[skyward-floored]

I’m repeating stuff I’ve said (and that might’ve been said earlier in this post but I accidentally missed 😅) before I’m sure, but here’s my thoughts on all of it.

(readmore since I blabbed a bunch)

Basically? Reaching out is hard. For both big and small people, but I get the impression it’s worse for smaller folks then it ever used to be?

Like think back on how I ended up as a big blog, and I mostly just... reached out to bigger blogs. I reblogged art I liked and made sure to be nice in the tags, same with fics and analysis and all that stuff, and I sent asks telling them I loved their ideas and people just... ended up sticking around I guess?

And I don’t know really how to articulate it, but the vibe around here is just... different? Then it used to be?

And that might be because of the large turnover i feel like we go through (changing interests, one too many controversies for some folks I think. I don’t blame them), or just the general change of social media as a whole, but it is different around here. Not all bad, but not all good either.

—Buuuuut I’m getting slightly off-topic.

About different sized blogs and clique-y stuff and interacting, I think a lot of it comes down to just... time? And differing personalities too.

Like for me, I honestly just don’t have the time to reach out to every new person that pops into the fandom (does anyone..?) or even people a bit outside my usual circle. You guys are making awesome stuff I’m sure, and I try to at least check through the tag for neat stuff every other day or so, but I can’t look for new stuff, and keep up with my (unfortunately) large number of notes/asks, and check up on my friends, and scroll through my dash, AND reblog the stuff from blogs I specifically followed. And that’s not even mentioning stuff like making my own stuff, writing fics and analysis and other things, plus irl commitments... I’m only one person. Silver touched on this pretty well I think.

...Plus I often use tumblr on a janky old iPod that sometimes takes several minutes to load things and likes to crash the app at any given moment, so that certainly makes things more difficult 😂

But it’s also just my personality at play here. I’m not good at making friends and never have been, and if somebody doesn’t talk to me I guess I usually assume it’s because they just... don’t want to talk to me 😅. Being an (unfortunately) big blog doesn’t mean I don’t have social anxiety. I’m just slightly more used to it then I used to be cause I’ve been on tumblr for 4-5 years. I mean just replying to this post made me anxious XD

So I tend to stick with folks I know because it’s just... easier for me. And that’s a really lame excuse, I know, but... that's the reason. And I’ve never intended to be clique-y, but I know it can come off that way. I've just known most of my mutuals on here for years now, and it's a different dynamic, you know? I always try to be welcoming to anybody who comes on my blog though, and I hope I've suceeded in that.

But anyway, it's like someone said earlier: interaction goes both ways, we've all got to interact with each other if we want to keep things alive around here. Big and small, and everyone in between.

Uhhh I think that’s about all I got. I'll probably look at this later and wish I'd put it better, but I think that's all I have to say.

For everyone who’s worried about interacting with people on tumblr I have a pro tip:

Use ask games!! Literally the lowest entry bar.

And if that’s still too much, I got nothing 😂 just please don’t expect creators to come track down everyone who secretly wants to be friends 🫠 I see my mutuals post them pretty often so there’s a good chance you have an in with them at some point.

[neg-l3ct]

maybe in another universe | jjk | chapter 1: finally

💌 summary: It’s a complicated relationship. You love Jung Kook and Jung Kook loves you, but there are times that you don’t love him. The hardest part? He has never stopped loving you. Still, he lets you go and when you come running back, he welcomes you with open arms.

What happens when he reaches his breaking point? Will you ever realize what he has done for you?

💌 listen to: Butterfly 

💌 pairing: Jung Kook x MC

💌 warning: cute teen fluff, a bit of angst, more in the succeeding chapters

💌 word count: 2.9k

⫸⫸⫸⫸⫸⫷⫷⫷⫷⫷

“How many wrist ballers do you have?” Jimin asks. 

“To be honest, I’m surprised your blood circulation isn’t cut off.” Suki snickers. 

“Hey! I happen to like these! Domo-kun is popular. Look!!! Kookie likes them.” you turn to Jung Kook and dangle your arm in his face.

“Yeah, they’re cute.” he smiles shyly. 

“Hey Awesome Faction!” Alco greets you with Taehyung following closely behind her.

“Sorry, we’re late. Class finished late because the teacher had to scold the whole class.” Taehyung scoffs. 

Awesome Faction, that’s what you decided to call your small circle of friends. You didn’t go to school with them. Jung Kook, Jimin, and Suki were 3 years higher than you and went to a more prestigious private school while Taehyung and Alco were 2 years older than you and both went to a “school for awesome geniuses” as he would call it. You all met them 5 years ago through a mutual friend, Jin, he was the one with a vast social circle. He introduced you to the group but being 6 years older, he was never there to hang out with you all the time, but you appreciate this friendship circle you’ve created. You always hang out together after school. Everyone packs afternoon snacks to share and talk about things that happened at school and at home. This was a daily routine for Awesome Faction or AF. 

“Do you like the kimbap, Y/N?” Jung Kook says lowly as he scoots near you.

“I do, Kookie! Did you make them? Did Mrs. Kim make them?” you ask with puffed cheeks, happily chewing the kimbap you’ve just devoured. 

“She did. She made this one for you. She said you’d like them and she put extra wasabi for you.” Jung Kook lies, it was him who said to put wasabi on your roll because he knows that even at a young age, you liked wasabi way too much. 

Your wide eyes disappeared and were replaced with two crescent lines flashing him with a toothy grin. What you don’t see is Jung Kook’s pink cheeks, he’s all flushed feeling happy that you approve of his kimbap. He helped make them, asking his nann to make snacks to share for this afternoon’s picnic. He even prepared strawberries for you, but the moment Jimin saw them he reached out leaving Jung Kook no time to say that these were for you. You don’t mind though, even though strawberries are your favourite, you don’t mind sharing them with your friends. 

“What would you like as a snack tomorrow, Kookie?” you ask him which catches Jung Kook off guard. 

“What?”

“I asked you what would you like as a snack tomorrow. I’ll make you a special one.”

“W-what? You don’t need to! Y/n, I-I…” 

“Boop!” you flick his nose.

“You’re so cute and shy.” you tell him which makes Jung Kook’s cheeks pink again.

You notice how he turns pink and covers half of his face with his hands looking left and right while covering the shy smile forming in his lips. He likes you, he likes you so much but as far as he knows you only see him as an older brother. He can’t be blushing because of his friend who’s like a little sister to her. 

“I-I… I like banana milk. You know that.” he finally responds, eyes looking down and avoiding yours. 

“No special requests? What about something to eat? Hmm?” you inch closer to his face which instantly makes him blush even more. 

You pull back and reach for your backpack opening the zipper and looking for something shoved at the very bottom.

“Good for you I already bought banana milk today! Tadah!” you present the yellow bottle in front of him and his eyes instantly sparkle. But he’s looking straight into yours, not even staring at the banana milk you hold. His heart feels warm and his stomach is full of butterflies. He’d cry if he could. You’re always like this. You make him fall in love every day. 

“Yaaah! Y/n I like banana milk too!” Alco chimes in. 

“Uuuhhh, I have a few more.” You lie, you only brought two more with you but they were all supposed to be for Jung Kook. 

You give one to Alco and another to Jimin. You grab the last straw and stick it into the bottle top and offer it to Jung Kook. He’s hesitant to take it. His mind is thinking of a thousand thoughts simultaneously, each one about you. Still, he takes it and wraps his lips around the straw with eyes peeking at you. You give him your butterfly-inducing smile that makes his blood rush to his cheeks for the 10th time of the day. 

Jung Kook will always cherish these days. His high school days will always be the best because he made friends and most especially, he met you. He wouldn’t trade this for anything, this was the only thing that made him feel safer than he did at home. If he can even call that space home. His friends were his home. They made him feel loved, appreciated, protected, and visible. 

What Jung Kook knew was how he and his friends made you feel special and loved. All of them are precious to you, of course, he was more than special to you but you’ll never let him know that. Not after what you heard the other day. 

*flashback*

“Oh, c’mon Jung Kook! I know you like her. I’ve seen the way you look at her. It's as if we aren’t even there.” Jimin pesters Jung Kook. The teens were tasked to buy beverages for the group in the vending machine. You decided to follow them to see what’s taking too long. 

“I do not. She’s my friend. I.. don’t. Yeah I don’t.” Jung Kook tries to deny his feelings.

“Alco sees it too.”

“What?! Is it that obvious?” Jung Kook is stunned. Did his friends really know? Was he 100% obvious?

“Hey! What’s taking you guys so long?” you come out and surprise them. Jung Kook is the first one to react with wide eyes. He’s nervous wondering if you heard the conversation you cut-off. 

“Ooohhooo, Jung Kookie was taking too long. Here take this y/n. I give Prince Taehyung his drink so he can choke on it.” Jimin gives you two more bottles and bolts back to your picnic’s direction.

“TAAAAEEEEHHYUUUNGGG-AAAAHHHH!”

“JIIIMMMIIINNN-AAAAHHH!”

The two scream back at each other with laughter echoing from Alco and Suki. You giggle at them not noticing the wide-eyed Jung Kook staring at you. He’s nervous as hell. Did you hear him? Do you know? 

“Y/n.” he whispers

“Hmm?” 

“Did you hear?” he asks while looking at the ground. He’s suddenly embraced with nervousness and sadness. He can’t explain the feeling, he feels so anxious. As if any second now he’s going to burst. 

“Hear what? That you like Alco?” you try to tease him to hide the bitterness in your words. You didn’t hear much, just “you like her” and Alco’s name being tossed in the conversation. Your brain instantly tries to piece up the conversation. 

“What? Alco? I don’t like Alco.” he’s quick to deny himself. Heck, he likes you. He doesn’t like Alco. It’s you. Yet his mouth can’t say it.

“Don’t worry Jung Kook, I won't say a word.” you say and do a zipper gesture to your mouth. 

“C’mon Kookie, I’m starving. I want snacks.” 

“I-I, slow down y/n.” you grab his wrists and tug on him to run towards your group. He can no longer form words. Just staring at your hand wrapped around his wrists and a smile forming on his face is enough for him to dismiss the conversation. 

⫸⫸⫸⫸⫸⫷⫷⫷⫷⫷

“Kookie?” 

You’ve been inside the convenience store for 30 minutes. Rain’s pouring heavily outside and you need to take shelter because your friends were late and they decided to cancel today’s picnic due to the weather. You and Jung Kook arrived 45 minutes early before the rain. Now you’re both sitting inside the store eating ramyeon. 

“Yes?” 

“How’s it going with Alco?” the question has been itching inside of you for the last two weeks. Ever since you heard the conversation between him and Jimin, you can’t shake it off. You’ve always liked Jung Kook. He’s nice, a certified softy, funny, artistic, and has a cute nose you like to boop. 

The question makes the gears in Jung Kook’s head turn. He recounts the conversation you had a few weeks ago. He had let it go, thinking that denying it on the spot convinced you, but it didn’t. 

“I already told you. I don’t like her,” he starts

“I like someone else.” he whispers but you still catch it

“Whaaaat? Whooo?” you whisper and scream so as to not startle other people inside the store although you’re 150% sure it's just you, Jung Kook, and the clerk at this point. 

“I don’t like Alco. She’s just a friend.” he clears

“Oh, I thought. Ok, nevermind. I guess I heard wrong.” you continue, embarrassingly slurping your cup noodles. 

“What about you Y/N? Do you like someone?” he finally had the guts to ask.

You choke on the soup. The spicy broth instantly goes to your nose making Jung Kook panic and reach for the napkins to hand over to you. 

“Oh my, I’m sorry, sorry. Are you okay?” he rambles

You cough to clear your throat, feeling the heat burn through your throat and nostrils. You did not expect him to ask that. Nope, never in a million years, but you definitely knew the answer to his question. The answer was sitting beside you after all. 

“I’m okay. I’m okay.” You reassure him by taking the napkins and patting your lips and nose as Jung Kook takes more napkins to clean the spilled soup on the table. God, that’s embarrassing. 

“Here have some water. I’m sorry. Are you good?” he asks again, not wanting to bring the question up again. 

“I’m good. Thank you, Kookie.” you finally compose yourself. 

There’s an awkward pause after that. Just you drinking water and him finishing the last drop of his ramyeon. You both stare outside still waiting for the rain to stop. 

“I do.”

“What?” he turns to you confused

“I do like someone but you don’t know him.” Lie. 

“Oh, is that so? Is he from your school?” Jung Kook can’t keep himself from answering.

“Um-hmm.” Lie again.

“I see.” he replies much to his dismay. 

“Does he know?” he’s already losing hope

“No.” at least there’s some truth to your answer. 

Jung Kook is quiet again. Neither of you speaks for the rest of the afternoon. He offers to walk you home, but you decline and say he’ll get home even late if he decides to walk you home. Jung Kook doesn’t mind, he never does but this time he doesn’t push you. Something in him stirs after your conversation. He feels… broken? Sad? Disappointed? He can’t say which one but he still gives you a smile before parting ways.

“Get home safely, Kookie.” 

“You too Y/N.”

“Bye-bye!”

And he walks in the opposite direction oblivious to the pout you’re hiding. You were so close to spilling him the beans, so close to confessing to him but you couldn’t after he saw you choking on soup. That’s not cute at all. NOT. AT. ALL.

On the other hand, Jung kook feels down even after he had reached his home. He plops on the sofa and grunts. His parents aren’t there. 

“Oh, Jung Kookie, you’re home. I’m making beef stew for dinner. It’ll just be us tonight.”

“What’s new?” he whispers to himself

“Wash up, I’ll get dinner ready within the hour.” 

He groans again and walks upstairs to his room leaving Mrs. Kim with a confused expression on her face. He’s usually not like this, not after your daily picnic. Not after he spent his afternoon with his Y/N, she’ll just ask him after dinner. 

 ⫸⫸⫸⫸⫸⫷⫷⫷⫷⫷

“You’re gonna do well, baby. You always do.” he smiles through the camera. 

“I’m so afraid to meet new people. What if I actually suck if my taste in art is actually bad?” you ask him back.

“Nah, you’re the best. I’ll teach you.” Jung Kook flashes his bunny grin, clearly shuffling around the house to get his stuff before going to university. 

“What? Are you gonna teach me Psychology and Art?” you raise a brow at him.

“I can. Watch me. Hey, isn’t your first class in like… 10 minutes?” 

“Yeah, I’m already outside the lecture hall. See?” you turn your camera around to give him a good view of your surroundings. 

“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Jungkook assures

“Uh-huh. Let’s have lunch?” you nod

“Bye, baby.” he hums 

You ignore the backflips your tummy is giving you and respond to him that’s almost always so cute for him.

“Bye, Kookie.”

 ⫸⫸⫸⫸⫸⫷⫷⫷⫷⫷

“Hey, Kookie here!” You raise your hand and callout to Jung Kook. It’s 4pm and you’re done with classes for the day. Jung Kook being the bestest friend that he claims to be is here to pick-up you up. You're in your freshman year of college. You being a Psychology major and him taking the same course in a different university. 

“Hello, Princess! How was your day?” he greets you with a soft peck on your temple as he lovingly rubs your middle. You blush at his touch but play it cool but cough and return the question to him. 

“Just got better.” you don’t miss the way his doe eyes disappear as he smiles looking down at you. 

“C’mon, the group’s waiting for us.” 

Alco was sent back to Japan for her studies, it’s just Jimin, Taehyung, and Suki with you now. Awesome Faction still meets up at the park thrice a week to catch-up and you’re running late now. 

“Do you think it’s going to rain Jungkookie?”

He responds with a hum as Jung Kook looks straight while driving. 

Of course, within minutes the rain does start pouring and your phone quickly rings.

“YAH! WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?”

“IT’S RAINING SO HARD HERE.”

“We’re so soooooorrrrryyyy!!!” you and Jung Kook both call out. 

“Tae’s going to take us home! Can’t risk getting sick!” 

“Rain check?”

“Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow perhaps?”

“Byeee—- OI KIM TAEHYUNG COME BA—” 

You giggle at the goofiness of your friends. 

“You want to go somewhere else?” Jung Kook suddenly asks

“Hmmm, maybe, where though? Where to?” you ask tapping your cheeks.

“Would you maybe want to get Doenjang-jjigae?”

“AAAAAHHHH YESSSS! Let’s go! Let’s go! I remember you have a favourite place! Let’s go!”

Your sweet voice filled with enthusiasm causes him to smile lovingly once again. He thinks it's the right time. He’s waited so long for this. Maybe he should’ve done this before, during the same rainy afternoon. 

 ⫸⫸⫸⫸⫸⫷⫷⫷⫷⫷

“Do you think it will ever stop raining tonight?” 

“I doubt that. I just hope I can get you home on time, Y/N.”

“Ah, tsk tsk tsk. I live alone now, remember? No more curfew for Little Ms. Me now.”

“Oh, yeah.” Jung Kook is oddly quiet. As if he’s been in deep thought ever since you entered his favourite shop. You think maybe it's because of the weather. He always seems down when it rains. 

“Kookie?”

“Yeah?” he glances at you and just at the right moment you snap a photo of him, cheeks full and pink with warmth, and eyes so round and sparkly. 

“Aha! I got yah!” you smile at him, the creases at each end of your eyes tell him it's a genuine one. It makes him fall in love with you even more, if that’s even possible. Maybe this is it, he thinks. 

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” you respond looking down at your phone trying to think of a caption for the photo of Jung Kook you’re posting on insta. 

“Y/N.” Jung Kook repeats but this time reaching out to hold your wrist and placing your hand on his chest. 

You feel it right there. His heart beating frantically, you look into his eyes and see his familiar doe eyes staring directly at you. You reciprocate the look he’s giving you as you turn on your swivel chair to fully face him. 

Your heart is beating loudly too as if it’s threatening to leap out of your body. Is this it? 

“Jung Kook?” you say his name first unsure what to say next. You stare at his eyes and then his lips, waiting for them to move and say something. It takes a few more seconds before he does.

“Y/N… I-..” Jung Kook hesitates but he thinks he’s not going to have a time like this again. 

His eyes sparkle with adoration, shyness, and a bit of calmness even though your hand which rests directly on top of his heart says a completely different story. Jung Kook takes one gulp before opening his lips again. 

“I like you, Y/N.” he finally lets out.

A warm little smile makes its way to your lips. You both stare into each other’s eyes before you eyes trail down to his chest. You tug back your hand but not before you grab his wrist and place it on your cheeks. The movement takes Jung Kook in shock but the delicate gesture doesn’t faze him. His heart stops as you melt into his touch. He waits and waits and waits for you to say something…

then you do. 

“Jung Kook, I like you too.”

⫸⫸⫸⫸⫸⫷⫷⫷⫷⫷

💌 author’s note: Chapter 1 is here! I really hope everyone enjoys miau. Please please let me know what you think. This is the first story I’m writing and I’m very much excited for you to read miau as you get to enjoy Y/N and JK’s story. 💗

[problematicfavesareproblematic]

NSFW Alphabet- Joe Toye

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

 Ok, so here’s the 411- Joe gives it his all when y’all are fucking. He’s flipping you around into different positions, he’s gripping whatever part of your body he can get his hands so he can reach deeper faster harder better, Joe is fully prepared to do all the work. 

That being said, the boy’s EXHAUSTED by the time he’s done with you. You’re lucky if he doesn’t collapse on you in a sweaty, sleepy mess. But after he’s had a second to regroup and rally- he’s totally down for some pillow talk. 

WARNING: it’s going to be in that sexy husky voice of his, which means round two is imminent.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

 Ok, so our Joe’s hot. Like, really hot. He is fully aware of how good he looks- sometimes to the point of arrogance. If he had to pick just one part of himself, it’d probably be his arms. He likes knowing that he can always fight his way out of a sticky situation, but what he really likes is how your hands feel when they clutch at his biceps while getting sexy. (He also really gets soft when you run your fingers up and down his arms/forearms while sitting around and talking with the guys shh shh shh)

On you? Your hands- this boy never thought of hands being sexy until he watched yours dance across a map while discussing plans of action. His eyes followed their motions like a moth follows a flame- and when they touched HIS HAND for the first time? Boner city. Population: this guy.

 C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

MESSY BOY. OH MY GOD.

He’s BIG into marking you, and if you gave him the ok (he always checks first) he’d gladly paint you in it (he gets very caveman when it comes to marking you as his ffs what a horndog). 

But if you aren’t into that? Not a problem. Simply seeing his cum on your hands (which we’ve established he’s super into) is enough for him. Inside of you works too, FYI. He’s very accommodating.

 D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

 He once secretly got off in class while watching you disassemble and reassemble your rifle. Your fingers moved so fast and confidently that he couldn’t help but wonder what ~other~ confident things they could do (his mind instantly pictured you fingering yourself and he’s only a little bit sorry about how depraved he is). He’d kneaded the heel of his hand against his cock under the table and to this day he has no idea how he wasn’t caught.

 E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Experienced is a good way to describe Joe, bc in cruder company he’d be called a fuckboy. He’s had more partners than the average Joe (lol sorry) but not nearly as many as someone like Tab or Nix or Liebgott have had. He just lived a full-ass life and, due to him being a stud, he’s never been wanting for company.

 F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

 Anything with him on top is his comfort zone. He likes feeling in control, and he really likes being able to see how good he’s making you feel. 

Bonus points if he can grip your neck a lil bit.

 G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

 Joe is goofy in the sense that he likes to tease you, maybe antagonize you a lil. He knows that you get off on it- that you like when he points out how good he’s making you feel, or lightly chastising you for how quickly you’re going to cum. He doesn’t mean it, and if you were ever to tell him to back off he’d be totally down.

 H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

 Dark, curly, trimmed but not ~groomed~, you know?

 I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

 Personally, He seeks to establish intimacy during the afterglow, curling around you once the sweat has cooled and your breathing has evened out. Face touches, greedy but sweet kisses? Joe Toye’s your guy.

HOWEVER!: If he thinks you could use some during the act, he’s game. If you ask for it? HE’S WHATEVER MORE THAN BEING GAME IS. Get over here, hot stuff.

 J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

 He does it whenever he feels the urge. It’s not a huge deal for him. 

He’d prefer sex with you obviously, but if you’re not feeling it or it’s not a good time then he’ll take care of himself. In a perfect world, you could both do some mutual masturbation. He absolutely thinks of you while he does it, tho.

 K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

 Choking kink. Wow wow wow. Nothing extreme- he doesn’t feel comfortable cutting off your airflow or anything, but a hand around the throat certainly adds a nice primitiveness to the experience. 

If you choke him, however: different story.

Joe finds that EXTREMELY hot. Oh my God. It plays into his weird obsession with your hands/touch. It reminds him that you’re just as into him as he is with you, and he is a big fan of you getting a lil rough with him now and again. 

Pin him down by his throat as you ride him? He’s done for.

 L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

 Any time, anywhere- as long as he can be sure that you won’t be interrupted. There are exceptions to this (see Risk). 

 M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

 Little touches from you can really get him going. Lacing your fingers with his as you both ride in a truck from location to location. Your eyes finding his as you talk business with someone else. The gentle scratch of your fingernails through the shorter hairs at the base of his skull. You also get a certain look in your eyes when you’re feeling frisky, and the moment he sees that, sexy with you is all that he can think about.

 N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

 Doing anything to you that leaves more than a bruise. Hickeys? Awesome. Speckles of bruises on your hips from where his fingertips dug into your skin a bit too hard? Hot.

Deep shadows around your throat left behind from him holding you a little too hard? NO NO NOPE THAT’S NOT OKAY.

It reminds him too much of violence, of someone trying to escape the touch of another and being denied freedom. Once, a German soldier had tried to choke you out so you wouldn’t alert anyone of his presence and Joe. Fucking. Lost it. His brass knuckles were nearly fused to his skin by the time Joe was done with them.

Tl;dr- deep marks on his girl? He’ll kick someone's ass. He’ll kick my ass. He’ll kick his own ass

 O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

 He’s a fan of both! When he’s going down on you, he’s all about results- what will get you off the quickest and hardest. Overstimulation King (but in a good way).

When you go down on him and make a point to draw the process out as long as you possibly can, he just about cries with need. He’ll beg you to give him more so he can finally cum, but secretly he’s hoping that you’ll keep edging him bc dear god you’re so beautiful and evil and wow your nails scratching down his stomach feels good.

 P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

 FAST. Like I said before, he’s all for getting you off quick and hard. He likes the feeling of his muscles trembling with exhaustion as he pistons into you with ruthless speed, likes the way it makes your body shake and bounce and sheen with sweat. He really likes being able to just fall asleep with you afterwards, so his goal is to tire out the both of you.

 Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

 Ok, so here’s the thing- before you, most of his sexual history could be considered quickies. He didn’t like the idea of lingering too long after doing the do, so a quick fuck in the closet of a bar was his bread and butter. Remember: the quicker the better.

But since you, he’s decided that he’s good with both quickies and...slowies(?). If he’s feeling frisky while you both are out or just about to go out or in any sort of time crunch, he lets you know by coming up to stand behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, gently pulling you back until you can feel his hardening cock against your backside. 

If you rest one of your hands on his forearm and squeeze it- then you’re not feeling it rn and he backs off (or excuses himself to take care of it bc he’s practical like that). If you lean back into him or turn your head to the side so he can kiss your cheek- it’s go time. Meet him in the bathroom, bc someone’s about to get their world rocked.

 R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

 JOe is fine with public sex as long as he knows/can predict who or what could possibly figure out what the two of you are doing. And even then, it’s going to be sneaky. You sitting on his lap with his dick in your pussy? Nice. pretending to lean over and whisper something to you while sitting at a booth (but actually fingering you? Dope.

He’ll basically go as far as you let him, but his big thing is not letting the two of you get caught by someone who will hold it over your ehad. Do’t fuck with his girl.

 S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

 Two and a half rounds- he always starts with getting you off with his hands, thigh, tongue (that’s the half round), then he cranks out the next two fast and unwaveringly. Ideally, the outcome for him is two orgasms for him and three for you. Bonus points if he can wring four out of you, but he’s not going to push it.

 T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

 Probably didn’t own any of his own, but if you have a vibrator or something he’ll definitely use it on you. Would probably consider letting you use it on him, but only once he’s used it on you a couple times.

 U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

 Not very much in terms of edging teasing, but verbally he can be very antagonistic. 

 V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

 Loud and proud, but tries to keep the sounds in for as long as he can. You can always tell when he’s close by how vocal he’ll become. Huge whiner whenever you suck his cock or give him a handjob, bc you are so perfect and wicked that it literally overwhelms him.

 W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 Has at least one copy of the Kama Sutra. Bill gave it to him as a joke gift but Joe absolutely uses it for inspiration.

 X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

 Average length but girthy. He’s pretty proud of it. 

 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

 Pretty high, but something he can control. He knows it’s unrealistic to be able to fuck you whenever he wants (bc otherwise, you’d never leave his bed), so he’s able to channel that desire into anticipation for the next time he gets the chance to fuck you.

 Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

 SO FAST, OH MY GOD. But he doesn’t sleep long- it’s more like a power nap and then he wakes up and helps you clean up/cleans you up himself and then gets cuddly. Then he sleeps again. What a nerd.

~ ~ ~

taglist: @sunsetmando​ @ricksmorty @now-im-a-belieber​ @tvserie-s-world​ @holdingforgeneralhugs​ @mrseasycompany​ @itswormtrain​ @mrsalwayswrite​ @happyveday​ 

[melibemusca]

Michael/Hastur/Ligur headcanons

I was just answering a very sweet anon ask about M/H/L headcanons, but I accidentally posted it before finishing it, so I went to edit it, but then I accidentally deleted it instead. Wow. I’m pretty amazing at this tumblr thing.

I’m sorry, anon! On the bright side, I had copied and can now paste some of what I wrote, and maybe the person who sent the ask can find this even though the ask itself is gone forever?

Thank you for the ask! :hearteyes: I did not expect to fall so hard for this ship, and yet here we are. It's awesome to know that you're enjoying it too! I have two sets of mutually exclusive headcanons, because I like thinking about them in different ways, and I'm not strongly attached to any of these, so I'd be delighted if other folks want to add on with their own ideas! The first set:

Michael and Ligur were close before the Fall. They didn't fight each other in the war, because Michael was a big deal general tasked with casting Lucifer down, and Ligur was more like infantry. They were both quietly grateful not to have to face each other, but also heartbroken they didn't even get to say good-bye. Michael nurses a grudge against Lucifer for twisting the minds of so many angels to his cause, most especially Ligur. And Ligur regrets that he couldn't convince Michael to join the rebellion--he's sure that it would have succeeded, with her on their side.

Ligur and Hastur became close soon after the Fall, in the early days of Hell. They understand each other on a deep and mostly wordless level, and they've always got each other's backs.

I think Michael established the backchannels even before Aziraphale and Crowley came to the Arrangement. She is nothing if not practical, and she plays a long game. I don't think she was specifically trying to get back in touch with Ligur--she'd walled off her emotions pretty well, and making a connection Downstairs was purely business.

Ligur similarly had completely buried his memories of spending time with Michael in Heaven. Until this message arrives from Heaven, smelling like her. He gets Hastur to write back, and after some cautious letter exchanges, a meeting is set up in neutral territory on Earth.

Michael shows up at the rendezvous, cool and calm and ready to exchange information . . . and there’s Ligur. It’s an emotional kick to the gut. And he’s with this tall empty-eyed Duke who is clearly protective as hell, and . . . it’s kind of sweet, really. She’s happy that Ligur has found someone. And she’s not wistful at all, and it’s good that Hastur is here, because it will keep things strictly business, and she and Ligur won’t be tempted to revisit their age-old feelings for each other.

Of course, we know how that goes.

Alternatively...

Ligur and Hastur were already an item when they were angels in Heaven. During the war, Michael was the one to throw them out (along with a bunch of other rebelling angels, including the Big Guy).

When Michael began reaching out to form the backchannels, she couldn't get any responses from Hell at first. Demons don't trust each other, and they're certainly not going to trust any angel. But Michael kept patiently reaching out every few centuries.

Finally Beelzebub gives one of Michael’s messages to Hastur and tells him to do something about it. The Lord of the Flies doesn’t have the time and interest for this themself, but they’ve decided it might be worth delegating. And hey, if Michael ends up betraying and killing Hastur, well, they never liked him much anyway.

Hastur brings the invitation to Ligur to discuss. The two of them have a relationship that goes beyond trust, they simply know where the other will be and what the other is thinking, and it gives them a bit more courage and a bit more conviction than a lot of other demons have. They decide to write back to Michael.

Cautious correspondence, eventual meetings on Earth, etc. etc.

Michael is surprised to realize that when she meets with Ligur and Hastur, she feels something extraordinary between them that she’d never expect from demons. Love. But when she brings it up, they act like they have no idea what she’s talking about.

Michael is intrigued. At first she’s studying them almost academically, wondering what makes their relationship tick, but then something happens--maybe the two of them are in danger, and she acts without thinking to protect them--and she realizes that she’s falling for them both.