#i just realised i have polls (sorry followers)

[jinnie-ret]

destined at the VMAs

stray kids x musician!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none.

word count: 1.7k

summary: a musician under the name CLOVER is starstruck when she meets her favourite group Stray Kids at the VMAs, only to find that they're big fans of her too

This imagine is written in first person under the name of an artist called CLOVER.

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"Okay guys, I'm really excited right now because we have the one and only CLOVER, all the way from the UK and making her debut American television appearance here at the VMAs!" an interviewer for Entertainment Tonight introduced me to the camera whilst other celebrities arrived and walked the pink carpet.

"Hi!" I greeted her politely and waved at the camera. I felt so excited to be here at the VMAs, my first time in America and it was on such a well known awards show, I couldn't believe it. I hoped my fans liked my bold type of outfit too, a beautiful black gown with a daring slit up the side where it rested against my thigh.

"Welcome to the US, CLOVER! We're so happy to have you here, how are you finding it?" the interviewer asked me, holding the mic out.

"It's big. America is so much bigger than I expected it to be, especially compared to back home," I said with wide eyes, wearing a shocked expression on face which made the woman opposite me laugh.

"That's right, you've come all the way over here from England, right? How excited are you to perform here?" she asked me.

"I'm incredibly nervous, if I'm honest haha. There's so much talent here so I just hope that people will enjoy what I bring too," I smile, wiping my hands down on my dress awkwardly. I really hoped the camera didn't somehow pick up the sight of my sweaty palms.

"Well I've seen some of your performances before and let me just say, I'm a big fan myself!" she confessed, which made me heart feel warm.

"Wow thank you so much!" I blushed, hands clasped together now. I really couldn't stop fidgeting with them.

"I mean, you've been nominated for best new artist! That must feel amazing right?" she smiled at me.

"It really does, to be nominated for an award, let alone perform here is just beyond my imagination. Like Ice Spice, Peso Pluma, Pink Pantheress my UK sister is nominated too! It's crazy!" I exclaim, hoping I'd meet my fellow UK artist too, not realising that later on I'd meet a different honorary British artist.

"Speaking of, is there anyone else you're excited to see here today?" the interviewer leaned towards me, like she was ready for any gossip.

"Wow, pretty much everyone!" I laughed, "but I'd have to say Demi for sure! I'm excited to see them perform I've loved their music for years! Also Maneskin and there's Stray Kids and TXT too! I'm so excited for Stray Kids oh my god..." I ramble, waving my hands in the air as I talk excitedly, unable to hide my big smile.

"Stray Kids certainly seem to be stealing everyone's hearts this year, I spoke to them earlier, and... wow," the interviewer laughed with me, and it felt like having a conversation with a friend at that point.

"I don't blame you haha," I giggled.

"Well, thank you so much for chatting with us, CLOVER, we'll see you out there later tonight, best of luck!" she smiled at me before turning to the camera and ending the interview. I waved bye to her and the camera and walked round the corner, heading backstage with my manager and taking a deep breath in.

It all felt so surreal, I was sure I caught a glance of Taylor Swift and waved and smiled at her, shocked to have gotten the same actions returned and squealed, unable to help myself as I jumped around and bumped into someone behind me.

"I'm so sorry!"

"Oh my god sorry!"

We both apologised at the same time. And when I turned around to see who it was I thought I was going to spontaneously combust right there and then.

It was Felix of Stray Kids.

"Felix?!"

"CLOVER?!"

What. The. He knew who I was?

"Oh, you know Stray Kids?" he asked me shocked, an adorable expression on his face as he helped me rebalance myself, I was wearing heels after all.

"I should be asking you the same question, I've been listening to you guys for years!" I gushed, probably embarrassing myself a bit but Felix didn't seem to react to that, seeming to get excited himself.

"You have? Wow... Stray Kids are such huge fans of your music, we really love your songs," Felix happily explained to me, still holding onto my hands as he waved them excitedly.

"No way... that's insane!" I couldn't put everything I was thinking into words.

"Tell me about it," he laughed, pulling his hands away to scratch the back of his neck.

"Felix!" the other members walked over, not noticing me at first, which was lucky otherwise they would have seen me looking at them like they were ghosts.

"We've been looking everywhere for you!" Bang Chan patted his shoulders, speaking in Korean and then turned to see me, a shocked expression painting his face.

"Sorry I didn't mean to be keeping Felix," I then spoke back in Korean, some of the members seeming to jump back in shock at hearing their native language.

"Woah, CLOVER?! Wait, you speak Korean?!" Han bounced on his feet, beaming at me.

"Yeah my best friend is Korean so I ended up learning it, definitely helped when watching you guys. This is just like a dream, I can't tell you how amazing it is to meet you guys!" I felt myself getting almost hyper by seeing them in front of me.

"We could say the same to you! We're all big fans of you!" Changbin stepped up, whilst some of the other members stood back nervously.

"If I'm being honest I didn't believe Felix when he told me that," I shook my head in disbelief.

"Well believe it now," Seungmin laughed, seeming to feel more comfortable now.

"I'm so hyped to see you guys perform tonight! How are you feeling?" I asked them, feeling more confident now as the ice had been broken.

"I think we're nervous but we're going to do our best out there," Lee Know shyly admitted.

"We could do with some words of encouragement, could you say Stray Kids hwaiting?" Han asked cheekily.

"Han we've just met her, don't scare her away," Hyunjin did his iconic laugh.

"It's fine, it's fine haha. Stray Kids hwaiting!!!" I cheered for them and they all clapped for me after, making me blush and hide my face.

"Your Korean is really good," Jeongin commented.

"Thank you, well, like I said, it's all thanks to my friend. She's so cute, she'd cheer me on before every gig I used to do like, CLOVER hwaiting!!" I share, hoping they wouldn't find it weird how I'm rambling on.

"Hahaha, that's cute, is she a stay too?" Bang Chan asked hopefully.

"Oh, big time! She's the reason I got to know your music and watch your variety stuff too," I nod back at him. They all let out sounds of amazement.

"You watch our other stuff?" Changbin asked shocked.

"Yeah! I'm a big fan of SKZ Code!" I admit sheepishly.

"Wow that's a good friend you got there," Seungmin nods, smirking.

"She's the best, she's supported me through my music the whole time," I grin, thinking about my best friend. I wish she could have come to America with me but she was too busy.

"Are you planning on releasing any new music soon?" Felix asks me.

"Well, I'll let you in on a secret, I'm working on some right now!" I fake whisper to them, but it didn't really matter. I was speaking to them in Korean at this point so it wasn't very likely anyone backstage would expose the fact.

"You are? Wow I'm looking forward to it already, you have such a unique sound," Han praises my music, making me a hold a hand over my heart.

"Wow that honestly means a lot coming from you guys. You have such a unique sound too and it inspired me to go with the direction I really wanted to in my music," I compliment them, seeing their eyes light up.

"Thank you! Have you ever thought of collabing with another artist?" Changbin asks, seeming to be hinting at something as Minho pats his shoulder warningly.

"Well, now that you've brought it up, I've always wanted to make some songs with you guys," I confess shyly, blushing even more when they all ask 'really'?!

"That would be amazing, I think we could create something great together," Bang Chan nods, a more professional tone as he thinks about their music.

"Perfect! Well I have to go now, but I could get our managers to exchange numbers?" I say, realising I should be getting ready to find my seat.

"We'd love that!" Felix claps his hands together happily.

"Great! Well it was lovely to meet you guys!" I wave as I start to walk away, before I turn snack around quickly and call over to them, "oh, by the way Han, thanks for representing us British Stays, your accent is the best," I daringly tease, giggling to myself as I walk away.

I felt like I was on cloud nine. I met my favourite people in the world... and we were going to try and collab together. It really doesn't get better than this.

Except it does.

For my performance I had changed into a beautiful green dress to match the nature filled scene behind me, performing one of my songs called 'Salvia'. It was a reassuring song to comfort a partner, before the scene behind me started showing dying flowers as I transitioned into a song called 'Rotten to the Core', the pure opposite of the first song. As I ended the performance I saw Stray Kids up and applauding for me, and I smiled and nodded in their direction.

Then I saw them perform too. And the remix they did blew my mind. I was so happy they were getting recognition from other artists too, who may not have seen them before. And I returned my admiration for their performance as I gave a standing ovation of my own, seeing them look my way too.

It all felt like a dream. The future was really looking up, especially with a collaboration with my favourite people in the midst of it all.

[sanaserena]

I just had a thought, after seeing a meme. Now I wonder.... which would you most willingly suffer through? xD

After writing up the poll, I mayyyyy have a choice, even if it's not my overall favourite character. So, who is yours? Feel free to interpret as you like 😉

(And yes, you can probably see a theme on my tumblr on which characters I tend to use... 😅😅)

Post-poll: The results omg. Okay, I did kind of anticipate it. Since I had similar thoughts, but it's nice to see every other character get some love despite their "characteristics" xD

Here are my thoughts when I asked myself the same (in the undercut):

Doffy: Sorry, you might be my favourite villain but there's such a thing as personal space and no, that bit of personal space does not have your name on it!

Aokiji: You are one of my absolute faves, but I hate the cold. So I'll have to pass thanks! (I only realised after posting the poll that I was just thinking vaguely that it was 5°C but it could be interpreted as 5°F. But the poll is so limited in character spaces that I left out the C/F and left it for interpretation. Both are cold anyway xD)

Rosi: You are my second option, if I can bear to have my things broken that is. Maybe if I puppy proof everything, it might be okay, get super protective bubble wrap on my laptop and delicate things, it'll be fine!

Kid: As a fave, you're great, but I need sleep, and you also don't take no for an answer. So, no thanks. I mean if you took yes as an answer, sure, maybe, but no means no!

Ace: You're my all time fave, but even my tolerance for heat has its limits. I don't think we can afford all the icebags and you might break the cooling.

Killer: He would be my first pick, because he literally has the least problematic traits. Though, if he only cooks spaghetti and as someone who doesn't like wasting food, I might have a problem with a full spaghetti diet. BUT this is tolerable, I'll just put him on heavy exercise regime or something, so he eats as much as he cooks. Then I can cook what I like. *Looks at helmet* Fine, don't show, keep your face to yourself.

Drake: I would be fine with his pets. I like lizards and tortoises. But snakes? No thanks. And the space bit... I do like my personal space... don't care if his side is stacked to the ceiling though.

Well that was fun, thanks for the votes xD the reblog tags were hilarious to read.

[astarionancuntnin]

Die For You (Chapter 3)

summary: after your first meal in days, you realise astarion might not be all bad like you originally thought. when he offers you more comfort, you start to question his intentions, and yourself.

rating: T

word count: 3.8k

pairing: astarion x you (fem!reader, implied fighter/noble!tav)

cw: a shit ton of tension

a/n: thank you to everyone who voted on both the tumblr poll and the comment section on ao3 of the previous chapter! This gave me a better idea of where to take this. I'm already almost done working on the next two chapters!

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You don't love me like you think you do You don't know I'm just as bad as you

When you awaken the next morning, the first thing you feel is the ache in your muscles. It had been forever since you were able to sleep soundly, and your body made sure to remind you every time you tried to move a muscle. You were thankful for the soft bed and you didn’t want to leave it, but the smell of your dirty clothes brought you to your senses; you were long overdue for a change of clothes.

You struggle to get up, but you painfully manage to rest up on your elbows, scanning the room surrounding you. You didn’t want to stay in your putrid clothes, but everything you owned was still neatly packed in the room you rented at the local inn. With a boost of determination, you finally get on your feet to explore the large room. That’s when you notice another door and you open it to discover your very own bathroom. After spending days rotting away in a cell wearing the same clothes, you admit that a bath sounds delightful.

You briefly remember the spawn from the night prior and shout an uncertain ‘Hello?’ that is quickly followed by her opening the door to your room and stepping in, awaiting your next command. She was so quick to answer that you wondered how long she had been standing outside your room.

“Can you run me a bath? Please?”

“Of course, would you like Lord Ancunín to join you?”

“What?!” You’re completely taken aback by the suggestion. “No absolutely not, I would like to be alone.” The audacity. As if you wanted to endure his presence any longer than necessary.

“As you wish, my lady,” the spawn says, as she gets your bath ready for you. Once done, she bows to you and leaves you alone.

You remove your dirty clothes, carelessly tossing them aside. Taking a good look at them, you don’t even think there would be a point to washing them; your last few days had been rough on you and them, you realise, with the stitching coming apart at a few places. You step into the lukewarm water and close your eyes as you let yourself sink, your breath leaving your lungs progressively until you’re laying flush with your head against the edge of the bath. Your body completely submerged in the water creates the feeling of a warm blanket comforting you, and you let yourself melt in its embrace. When you take your next breath, you’re hit with Astarion’s signature smell; the strong notes of bergamot and rosemary invade your nostrils and suddenly, he’s polluting your thoughts.

You’re taken back to a simpler time, nights when he was still vulnerable and you would let him feed on you, where he would get lost in your neck, and you would get lost in the feeling of his mouth against your skin. Your mind wanders further, as you remember the nights you got even closer; the touch of his cold but delicate hands over your warm skin, his delicate attention after drinking from you, each kiss a silent thank you and I'm sorry. For him, you would’ve done it every night without a second thought, until the end of your life.

You don’t realise that your thighs have been rubbing against each other, trying to chase relief from the memories you imposed on yourself; memories of his tongue, his hands, his lustful praises, his otherworldly adoration of you. You lose track of time, and a knock on the door brings you out of your reverie abruptly.

“Breakfast is served, my lady.” You hear through the door. “You’re invited to join, whenever you’re ready.”

You cast aside the daydream you had lost yourself in, unsure if your flushed cheeks were caused by the initial warmth of the bath or your memories of the past, and begrudgingly get out of the water, quickly grabbing a nearby towel to cover up. You walk back into your room where you find a beautiful, dark blue dress with a plunging collar, and black lace all around it and the wrists, laid out for you on your bed. You inspect it some more, noticing the embedded dark brown leather belt at the waist, before slipping into it to realise it's a perfect fit. Of course. This can’t be a coincidence, you think. This wasn’t just some dress he bought, this was made specifically for you. The thought annoys you immensely, but you put the feeling aside for now, walking out of your room at last to follow the spawn to the familiar dining room. Astarion is there as usual, but this morning he seems less tense than before. Happy, even.

“Good morning, my sweet. I hope you slept well.” He smiles as he eyes you up and down, admiring how nice this dress shapes your form.

“I did,” you pause momentarily, reflecting on whether you should let the next words come out. You don’t know why you're struggling so much to utter them, when it was so easy to let it slip the previous day. You take a deep breath and finally speak up. “Thank you.”

He leans back in his chair, pleased. “So, I take it you’ve been enjoying your new commodities?”

“I have, I suppose–” One spawn pulls out your usual chair for you and you pause before sitting down, the act leaving you more and more confused. “...I’m just wondering why you would offer me a room.”

“So you could sleep comfortably after your first meal in days, obviously.”

“But why now? Why not throw me back into that cell I’ve been in for the last, what, tenday?”

“That would simply be rude. Your room was ready, it's only fair you get to sleep in it now.”

You take a moment to process the words. “My room?”

“Of course, darling. I doubt you'd want to share a room with me so soon, as much as I would love to,” He gives you a salacious look, one that you recognize from your time spent together in the past. You feel your cheeks grow warm from his gaze. “Until then, you get your own space.”

As you reflect on his answer, your eyes wander over your plate and the rest of the delicacies placed on the long table, and it sparks more questions out of you, although unrelated. “Why do you always have so much food made? Even if I ate, I would never eat this much.”

“This way you can choose whatever you prefer. Isn't it nice to have the luxury of choice?”

You’re taken aback by his generosity. It was such a contrast to the treatment he imposed on you these last few days, you’re not sure what to make of it. Was he genuinely being good or was this some sort of twisted trap? “The food, and now the room, and this,” you gesture towards the dress, “What are you trying to prove?”

“Nothing wicked, I assure you, my dear. I’m just trying to show you how…. Beneficial it is, when you cooperate.”

You lay back in your chair, crossing your arms “And just why would I want to cooperate? Are you going to torture me if I don’t?”

“Depends if your definition of torture includes galas, parties, and soirees among the high society.”

“I’m sorry– what?”

He stands up to walk towards you. “You’ll see soon enough.”

“Even if I did, I hardly have anything to wear, I doubt I–”

“Nonsense.” He cuts you off. “I already have the perfect dress in mind for you.”

“Another one? What about my clothes? And all my stuff back at the inn?”

“Oh darling, you can leave those rags, I could have a whole wardrobe ordered just for you.” He sits on the edge of the table, right next to you.

“This is… a lot. I– I don’t know what to say.”

“You can start with a ‘thank you’. And as for the rest, well, we can work out the details later.”

Your clothes were pretty bland, they looked like nothing exceptional given they served you on your continuous adventures; they were meant to be dirtied. You would probably indulge in the offer if it had been about anyone else, but you still felt as if there was an unspoken condition you were agreeing upon if you were to accept these gifts, and you didn’t want to just go in blindly.

“I still have my personal belongings left over there, though.” You say, with a cheeky tone, crossing your arms over your chest. “Can’t replace those.”

He groans, “Alright, if you insist, go get them.”

“...What do you mean? Just... go?”

He laughs. “My sweet, the doors have always been unlocked, you're free to come and go as you wish. I would love for you to stay so that I could pamper you all day and night as you deserve, but I know better than to stop you.”

“Oh.”

“Unless you want me to arrange for one of my servants to fetch them for you?”

“No! No, I– uh, I would rather take care of that myself.”

“In that case, I will let you get to it. The doors will still be unlocked when you come back.” He watches as you stay motionless, your eyes going back and forth, clearly confused by this exchange. His hand reaches to lift your chin to face him. “No traps, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to… well, you get it.”

He stands to leave and you get up abruptly, “Wait!” he stops in his tracks, looking back at you, “What about those galas and parties you were talking about?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, little love.” He smiles. “Now go on, I would greatly appreciate it if you were back in time for lunch.”

He leaves you to attend to his daily routine and it takes you a few seconds to get up as well and exit the room, without even taking a bite of your breakfast; you couldn’t eat even if you wanted to after this discussion. As you make distance from the dining room, your cadence accelerates and you’re almost running towards the entrance door. You cross paths with many of his spawns, most – you notice – were humans and tieflings, including the one who had been taking care of walking you to your cell and, most recently, your room. They watch as you haste towards the exit without reacting much and this only adds to your state of confusion. When you finally cross the doors, you flinch at the brightness of the sun; the crimson palace was rather dark from the inside, and aside from the large window in your room, you had barely had exposure to the outside world since you’d been retained. As your eyes finally adjust to the light, you finally head for the inn.

You’re startled by the realisation that, now that you’re out of his palace, you’re consciously making the choice to go get your things to move them in instead of staying at the inn, or even running away. It’s the smart choice, you think. The inn keeps charging me for each day that passes, Astarion lends me a room free of charge. I would be a fool not to take him up on that offer.

But why didn’t you just leave, then? You could just pack your things and go far away from this place. What stopped you?

Once at the inn, you take the time to gather your things; you realise you really didn’t have much. Truth be told, you maybe had three changes of clothes and barely any other belongings. Back at the palace, you only mentioned your personal items for the sole purpose of arguing with Astarion, not really expecting this turn of events. You throw your bag over your shoulder and make a last stop to pay the innkeeper, only to be told that your room had been paid for already. You assume it’s another move from the vampire, but when you ask about it, the tiefling employee mentions it was a “white-haired, half-elf woman that looked quite worried – or pissed”, he wasn’t able to tell the difference, “who left in a hurry after paying.”

Shadowheart.

You can’t believe you had forgotten about her, and the plans you had made to leave with her days ago.

You thank the innkeeper and walk back to the crimson palace, thinking about what you could possibly do to own up to her. She must’ve already been long gone by now, she only mentioned staying in town for a few more days before you got taken away by Astarion’s minions. Did she think you had abandoned her? No, she must’ve known something had happened to you if she paid for your tab. Was she out looking for you, then? Where would she even be now?

Once back at the palace, you immediately try to find a pen and some paper to write her a letter. She deserved to know you were safe, and if ever your paths were to cross again, you did owe her for the bill she covered. It’s the least you could do. You sit down at your vanity and do your best to share your feelings on paper.

Shadowheart,

I want to preface this by saying that I’m sorry I didn’t reach out before. Things got carried away and I had a lot on my mind. I am safe, and still in town if you want to reach out. A lot has happened since we last saw each other, and I think you deserve an explanation. If you want to talk and know more about it, you can find me at the crimson palace. I’m sure this already gives you an idea of how things are going. And thank you for covering the bill at the inn, I’ll pay you back once I see you again, hopefully over another bottle of wine.

I’m sorry, and I hope to hear from you soon,

Your friend.

You seal the letter and write down her name on the envelope before asking the nearest servant to mail it as soon as possible. There can’t be another Shadowheart in Baldur’s Gate, surely the letter will reach her, you think.

Until she receives your letter, you figure you should stay at the palace, so she knows where to find you.

Another day passes and you still have no news from your cleric friend. The days grow long when you have nothing to do but wait in your room. Patience was never your forte, and the more you walk restlessly around your room, the more you feel yourself going insane. You decide to get out and walk around the palace; although you had spent countless days here, you realise you never went out of your way to explore it.

You're not sure you wanna get anywhere near the dungeons; none of your experiences with them have been pleasant, and from the time you recall spending in them, they didn't seem to contain anything interesting. For now, walking in the hallways would do. You notice how all the paintings were different from the first time you visited. Instead of people, it was landscapes. You don't recognize the places, but they felt peaceful: lots of greenery, small villages, valleys filled with wildflowers. And of course, at least one portrait of Lord Astarion Ancunín himself. You remember back when he ascended, the first time he saw his reflection after 200 years. Had it not been for the fact he had sacrificed 7007 souls to make it happen, you would've been happy for him.

You should be happy for him, you think.

You don't get to linger too long on the feeling when you hear laughter from a nearby room. You walk close enough to be able to see what the commotion was about, and you're shocked to discover the source of the laughter belonged to Astarion’s spawns, his children. You seem to have found their shared room, and unlike what you remember of his siblings, these spawns seemed genuinely happy. While some were playing cards, others seemed to be gossiping while doing each other's hair. You recognize the spawn that has been taking care of you, and for the first time, you take the time to really look at her. She seems very young, she couldn't be older than 20 when she turned. Visibly, she's human, you don't think she could be mixed either. She has long, curvy dark brown hair that she visibly takes care of, as it is shiny and luscious. She’s laughing with the tiefling who’s hair she is braiding. These spawns, as opposed to what you recall from Astarion's experience, got along like real siblings.

You don't want to intrude on their privacy any longer, so you step away from the door only to bump into something.

“Sneaking around I see?”

Or someone. “Fucking Hells, are you trying to kill me?!”

“I wouldn’t mind indulging in a little death, so to speak.”

You groan, “Okay well, next time, try to announce yourself instead of waiting for me to bump into you?”

“Now, where's the fun in that?” He looks up to see what you were previously spying on. “I see you've found my children's room. I do intend on making it bigger as I recruit more of them, but for now, this’ll do nicely.” He looks back at you, “What about you? Has my little pet decided to stick around?”

You roll your eyes at the pet name. “I haven’t. This is… temporary, until I find a better place. And I’m not your pet.”

“Whatever you say, dearest.” He didn’t seem to believe you.

“I’m serious. I don’t–” His smirk makes you stop mid-sentence. He’s toying with me. Asshole. I can play that game too. “I'm only staying until I hear from Shadowheart, then I’m leaving, with her.”

“The cleric, huh? I can only assume this night you spent with her must’ve been… enlightening.”

“You have no idea,” you sneer.

“Tell me, was it anything like our nights together?” You open your mouth, ready to give him a snarky answer, but he continues before you can, moving in on you. “Did you get lost in her touch? Did her words soothe your wounds?” Your voice gets stuck in your throat and you gasp when you hit the wall you backed up against, as he leans an arm against it while lifting your chin up, his lips nearing yours. “Did her tongue dance on your skin like mine did? Did she make you scream at the heavens?” He leans to the side of your head, his voice but a whisper next to your ear and his warm breath sends a shiver down your spine. “But what I want to know more is, did you think of me as she did it all?”

Any thoughts of answering anything at all flies out the window. Your dress barely contains your chest as it rises with each breath you take. He pulls back slightly to look at you with half-lidded eyes and your stressful blinking keeps switching between his eyes and his mouth. There is a part of you that wants nothing but to close this gap between the two of you, make him lose that stupid smile he wore constantly. This irritating… enchanting smile…

Before you can let any impulsive thoughts get the best of you, he steps back, breaking this unbearable proximity.

“Come, I want to show you something.” He walks away from you without looking back, as if he knew you would follow. And gods dammit, you do.

You’re silent as you walk behind him, working on getting your breathing back to normal, when you end up in the courtyard. It's modest, but is surrounded by a great variety of flowers, which sparks your curiosity.

“I didn’t take you for a flower enthusiast.”

“I used not to like them, they're gaudy and almost never make a good poison, but I found out some have other uses.”

“What good could they be to you if not as a weapon?”

“Aside from the fact that they can be used to cover the scent of death? Let me see,” He walks around the garden, pointing out each type of flower as he mentions them. “Lavender, for one, is a natural relaxant. Yellow marigolds are believed to improve someone’s mood with their mere presence.” He carefully picks out a flower before approaching you once more. He strokes your cheek carefully pushing your hair aside, before resting the white flower over your ear. “Jasmine, among other things, can even be used as an aphrodisiac.”

Your voice softens following his sweet gesture, “I still don't see how these can be helpful to you.”

“Sometimes, a little persuasion is more effective than any poison, my dear.”

“Has this ever worked out in your favour?” You recall Astarion being a man of action, not reflection; you have a hard time imagining him dabbling in flower concoctions.

“Do I not have you? After everything, that should speak for itself.”

You sigh, “You don’t. I'm not yours, and I'll never be." You pull back and turn away to hide your expression. You always stood by this truth ever since you’ve been back, but speaking them aloud this time hurt you. It was the first time you wished it wasn’t true, a painful reminder of what you two had been through. "Those days are long gone.”

“They don't have to be.” His voice drops to a lower tone and you hear him approaching you, but you remain turned away, avoiding his gaze. “We have a chance to be together once more. Think of the power you could have if you were mine; the strength, the security. Everything would be so much easier if you were. You could stay forever beautiful, my eternal flower.”

Just when you were lost in thought, considering his words, you notice his hand at your side handing you an eccentric dark laced mask. This makes you turn your head around to question him.

“What's that?”

“Consider it as your formal invitation to Duke Stellar’s masked ball. Many important people will attend it, and I want you to accompany me.”

You stay silent; this must’ve been part of the parties he was talking about a few days earlier, but you didn’t expect it to happen so soon. Met with your lack of answer, he continues.

“The ball is in two days, that should give you plenty of time to think about your decision, but do take in consideration that your dress is already commissioned, it should be ready for the day of the event. Until then, I would suggest that you enjoy everything the palace has to offer. Feel free to revisit it; I made a few changes since I've claimed the place.”

He walks back inside, leaving you alone once again with your thoughts.

As much as you want to refuse, there's a part of you that's curious to see what this ball was about. It's not like you had anything left to lose, either. It could take off your mind from waiting on hearing from Shadowheart, too.

Plus, you missed wearing extravagant dresses, moreso ones especially made for you.

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You don't know me like you think you do You don't own me, but I can't cut you loose

Thank you for reading! Comments, reblogs, and likes are very much appreciated <3

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[gyuuberryy]

break the ice

pairing: tsundere!sunghoon x reader

summary: sunghoon shows that he dislikes your presence most of the time, but secretly he really appreciates your kind gestures. maybe he should’ve reciprocated it instead of pushing you away completely, because the aftermath was not pretty.

genre: tsundere and sunshine trope

warnings: lots of angst, fluff, mean!sunghoon, yelling, crying, toxic family relationship, slight mention of violence and divorce, very very very little swearing, lowercase intended

note: my first enhypen fic!!!!! i’m so excited to share this with you guys. this went a bit different than the prompt i made the poll on but it’s basically the same thing. enjoy! (also i might sound desperate but PLEASE interact with me i really need more friends here AHAHAhhhh)

word count: 3k ish

If you liked it please reblog or comment to give me your feedback! <3

a hand slammed on top of the wooden table where sunghoon’s head rested atop his arms. he slowly looked up, already knowing who it would be since you were the only one who ever approached him. 

“hi hoonie!”, you beamed at him in excitement. your nickname for him made his eyebrows furrow slightly, but he didn’t let his annoyance completely show on his stoic face.

“it’s early morning, why are you so happy?”, he grumbled.

you completely ignored his unenthusiastic response and placed a brown disposable box in front of him.

“i made some simple fried rice, i was running a bit late today.” you smiled and slid the box towards him when he didn’t react, “i hope you don’t mind!” 

when he realised that you weren’t going to move if he didn’t take the box, he sighed and stuffed it inside his schoolbag. your smile widened at his gesture but immediately fell when you looked at your watch.

“oh no i’m running late for my next class.” you waved at him, “i’ll see you at lunch!” 

sunghoon’s eyes followed your figure as you pushed past the people crowding at the entrance of the classroom and dashed off. his eyes glazed over in thought as he contemplated about why you even put up with him everyday, afterall you were a really jolly person who’s loved by everyone. and he, he was just loner with no emotions everso.

you both had met each other at the beginning of high school. you had approached him when you found him sitting alone at lunch on the first day. you mistook it for him being lonely but he pushed himself away from everyone on purpose. since then you’ve always been around him, constantly playing the part of a friend he didn’t ask for but secretly appreciated. he still remembers how upset you were when you found out he started skipping lunch in senior year, so you started making lunch for him everyday.

he sighed once again when his phone’s screen lit up with your text message. 

y/n:

hiii

i’m so sorry i won’t be able to visit you during lunch today TT

i have the club meeting for robotics

enjoy your lunch&lt;333

and don’t forget to recycle your lunchbox!!

Read:11:20AM

his lips turned up slightly at the cheery tone of your text, brightening his mood a bit.

the soles of his worn out shoes crunched on the fallen leaves as sunghoon sluggishly walked on the pavement. the cool january breeze blew gently, leaving a trail of goosebumps on his skin. he looked above him and watched as the sun sunk into the sky, lighting up into flames of orange and yellow which set the wispy clouds ablaze. he was broken out of his peaceful gazing by the shouts of his name. he paid no heed to it and continued walking towards the bus stop. stiffening when a hand grabbed his arm, he turned his head.

“hoon did you not hear me?”, you gasped out, panting for breath. falling into step with him you giggled, “i need to start running, i get tired so easily.”

sunghoon gave no reaction and continued to walk in silence. you noticed that he hadn’t made any attempt of moving your hand away from his arm and cheered mentally at the progress. observing his features, you frowned in worry becauset his eyes had dark circles under them and his lips looked really chapped. 

“did you not sleep well last night?” you jogged up in front of him and grabbed his face, “gosh your eyes are swollen.” 

sunghoon’s cheeks slowly turned a light shade of pink at the gentle way you were holding his face. he immediately pushed your hands away and resumed his walking, slightly increasing his pace so that you would not see him blushing. you eventually caught up with him and handed him a beige coloured lip balm stick.

“use this for your lips. i swear they’ll become smooth and soft overnight, just like they were!” you attempted to make a serious face but it looked more funny, “and drink lots of water, this is a sign that you’re dehydrated.”

sunghoon watched you carefully as you babbled on about some home remedy to get rid of dark circles, the ever present blank expression etched onto his face. he felt something bubble up inside of him that happened every time at the fact that you noticed even the slightest change that he went through. he felt cared for.

“thank you”, he spoke out softly.

you stopped in the middle of your sentence and your eyes widened at his words. this was probably the first time he ever said the words ‘thank you’ to you. you felt like you had achieved some sort of big accomplishment and your face immediately broke out into a wide smile.

this feeling lasted like a warm blanket over you both the entire day.

you had to miss out lunch once again the next week due to another robotics club meeting, which you were the vice president of. you had a free period currently so you decided to look for sunghoon since he was in the same class. after you found him missing from the classroom, you decided to go look for him at the benches he usually has his lunch at. maybe he decided to stretch it a bit longer?

you stopped on your way at a vending machine and got him his favourite cold coffee. smiling to yourself, you resumed walking. the school dance was coming up soon and you really wanted to attend it with sunghoon. so, you were going to do everything possible to get him to like you enough to be your date. and recently he had been slightly reciprocating your advances.

your face lit up when you found sunghoon right where you thought he would be. you were just about to call his name but stopped when you saw him holding the bento box you had given him today. you decided to watch secretly to see his reaction after eating the food cooked by you. he had never really given you any feedback about it, only taking the lunchboxes from you with a small huff.

your smile dropped when you saw him walk towards a dustbin and roughly throw the box in it. was the food not good? are you not hungry?

“do you do this every day?”

it looks like you voiced this thought out because sunghoon turned around and looked at you like a deer caught in headlights. this was probably the most noticeable expression you had ever seen on his usually blank face.

“are you okay? your eyes look really red.”

sunghoon remained quiet and just looked blankly at you. why did you still care about him when you clearly caught him throwing your food away. why were you the only one who was nice to him? he was trying really hard to control himself from lashing out on you but he couldn’t help it when you reached out to grab his face.

“will you stop this”, he yelled out in frustration.

“calm down hoonie-”

“stop it, just stop it!” he spat out in anger, “my name is sunghoon.”

just when you were about to open your mouth to say something, he cut you off once again.

“i’m so sick of everyone and everything. sick of you.”

a look of hurt momentarily flashed across your face as he pushed your hand away, but you immediately replaced it with a look of concern.

“what's wrong sunghoon? you never behave like this.”

“what’s wrong is that you won’t leave me alone.” he threw his arms in the air, “you’ve been constantly glued to me like a leech and i’m so damn sick of you.” 

you felt as if your heart was being run over by a bulldozer at his exclamations. you tried really hard not to cry in front of him but you were sure he had noticed your glossed over eyes. 

“you don’t mean that-”

“yes i do”, he gritted out. “and yes, i throw your food away everyday. i don’t want your meaningless pity.”

he watched as streams of tears rolled down your cheeks. 

he watched as the girl he cared for cried silently in front of him.

you bit your lip to prevent an ugly sob from bursting out, “i’ll leave you alone then, if that’s what you think about my feelings for you.” 

looking down at your shoes you walked towards the dustbin and chucked the bottle of cold coffee you had bought for him inside it. “might as well throw this away since you don’t want my pity do you.”

tears blurred your vision as you looked at sunghoon one last time and walked away, muttering about how it was a good thing you didn’t ask him out to the dance.

but this did not go unheard by him. 

once you were gone, he dropped to the hard floor on his knees and covered his mouth with the sleeve of his sweater as he sobbed. he had done it once again. he pushed away one of the few people who truly cared about him.

his tears dropped to the floor, creating wet patches. and his heart felt like it was being ripped apart.

once again.

today was a very happy day for sunghoon. he had finally gotten rid of what was troubling him the most. 

now he had finally decided to apologise and make it up to you. 

the past few days had been torture for him. he deeply regretted acting out like that the other day. he felt like he was going crazy without your presence and whenever he saw you around school, you turned the other way and avoided him, making him feel even worse. he finally understood your importance. and maybe even about his feelings for you.

people looked at him in shock as he weaved through the crowd at the corridors with a bright smile on his face. the park sunghoon, who was always depressed was smiling today? this was shocking for sunghoon himself, but he couldn’t stop imagining what your reaction would be when he would ask you out to the dance.

he walked into the class where your first period took place and found you looking out the window with your chin on your fist. you were silently gazing outside, lost in your thoughts while your friends were excitedly talking about the dance. 

their chatter immediately died down to whispers upon sunghoon’s arrival. his figure loomed over you, blocking the sunlight, but you made no effort to look up. he cleared his throat awkwardly when you remained unmoving from your position.

“what?”, you grumbled out.

sunghoon felt something pull at his heart when he saw you turn around. he noticed how puffy your eyes were and how your face had red irritated scratches from constantly rubbing it. a wave of guilt washed over him as he realised that he was probably the cause for it.

“hi”, he spoke out meekly.

you were surprised to find him standing in front of you because you did not expect him to talk let alone even approach after what he did last week. you were even more surprised at the fact that he had a shy expression on his face. he did not look like the cold boy he usually was.

you scowled, “what do you want sunghoon?”

he flinched at the lack of your use of his nickname and your cold tone. your usually bright and cheery persona took a complete turn today. it wasn’t your fault though, he expected this reaction after what he did to you the other day.

a perplexed look overtook your features as you watched him place a glittery, yellow, heart shaped box in front of you. this emanated giggles from your friends, making sunghoon rub the back of his neck nervously.

“i’m really sorry for the other day.” he gulped, “i baked some cookies for you. i don’t know if they’re nice since it was my first time so..” he trailed off at the blank look you had on your face. 

“you really remind me of the colour yellow so i-”

“sunghoon please stop.” you sighed, “you told me i was clingy so i stopped approaching you.”

“i didn’t-”

“i really don’t understand why you’re doing this now”, you cut him off. “just go away.” with that, you turned back to the window.

sunghoon was just about to reply when the ringing of the bell interrupted him. he panicked as everyone moved around to settle in their seats. he had no choice but to leave now. 

with a heavy heart, he walked out of the class

you were filling your bottle at the water cooler when someone tapped your shoulder. you were kind of hoping it was sunghoon, but when you turned around you were met with jake. he was the president of the robotics club you were a part of.

“hi y/n”, he gave you a toothy grin.

you smiled back, “hey jake! what's up?”

your eyes widened when he grabbed your hand and placed a big bar of chocolate. 

“i really like you and want to take you to the dance.” his grin widened, “will you go with me?” 

before you could comprehend what was happening a voice laced with poison spoke up behind you.

“no she won’t.”

the voice belonged to sunghoon who grabbed your wrist gently and pulled you away from jake. you shook his grip off of you when he stopped at the benches where you would meet up with him at lunch.

“what the hell sunghoon? why did you bring me here?”

he didn’t respond and only stared at you with a furious glint in his eye. his face was twisted up into an angry expression as he questioned you.

“were you going to go with him?”

you scoffed in disbelief, “why do you even care? aren’t you sick of me?” 

sunghoon’s face fell at your words that repeated what he said to you the other day. he remained silent and just stared at your face. you closed your eyes and shook your head.

“just stay out of my business if you don’t care about me”

you had just turned around to walk away when a pair of hands snaked around your waist and pulled you back into a warm chest.

“i’m sorry, please stay”, sunghoon’s voice came out muffled as his face was buried in your shoulder. 

you were sure that your heart was going to explode any moment now from the intimate position you both were in. sunghoon had barely ever even held your hand and now he was back hugging you. you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing like a beet.

“w-what are you doing?”

sunghoon panicked and immediately removed his hands from you, assuming that he was making you uncomfortable. you frowned at the loss of contact and turned around.

“sunghoon, you’re really confusing me.”

he froze for a few moments then took a deep breath and began his explanation.

“that day..” he looked you in the eyes, “i didn’t mean anything i said.”

you looked at him intently, urging him to continue.

“you know how my parents got divorced last year right?”

you nodded. his mom was really toxic and controlling and used to emotionally abuse sunghoon’s dad. she was an alcoholic and sometimes lost control of herself leading to her showcasing violent behaviour. with the support of their friends and family, sunghoon’s dad had finally gained enough courage to divorce her.

“yeah so my mom has been fighting for custody of my little sister.” his voice cracked, “and at that time things looked good for her.”

he sniffed and looked down at his feet, “neither my sister nor did we want her to live with my mom. she would’ve ruined her life as well.”

“i took my anger out on you instead and i feel really horrible about it. you’ve been nothing but kind to me since day one, even after how coldly i treated you.”

his eyes welled up with tears and turned red as he tried to stop himself from crying. he looked so broken and hurt right now, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him. and so you did.

wrapping your arms around his torso you tried to calm him down by rubbing his back. he slowly reciprocated your gesture

you spoke softly, “i’m so sorry you had to go through this hoon. you and your family deserve none of this”

he sighed in relief at your reuse of his nickname and tightened his grip around you. your words were simple, but comforted him like no other.

“it’s okay, everything is fine now. my dad won the case and i finally feel relieved for once.”

you pulled back from him at the revelation and smiled in glee.

“really? that’s amazing, i’m so happy for you!”

you were back to your normal, jolly personality which sent a surge of joy through sunghoon, making him give you a full smile. you gasped in surprise.

“oh my god, your smile is so pretty!”

sunghoon’s cheeks turned rosy at your compliment and shyly buried his face in the crook of your neck, making you giggle. who knew a boy who behaved so coldly was such a softie.

“i never threw out your food by the way, except for that day because i had no appetite”, he stated guiltily. “you are an amazing cook.”

“thank you sunghoon, but”, you paused. “i don’t think we can be friends.”

sunghoon pulled away from you in alarm. did he mess things up that badly?

“not after those amazing cookies you gave me.” you pecked his cheek softly, “you have to promise to be mine.”

sunghoon chuckled in relief, “you really got me there.” 

“i promise to be yours, love.”

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[nomizombie]

[rises the moon] 🌒🌓🌔(comforting boyfriend!König after a bad dream)

[SFW/Fluff/Comfort/wittle bit of angst?] ; he has a nightmare and you comfort him, self esteem issues, established relationship, gender neutral reader, no usage of y/n, written in second person, i lied i dont know how to write angst 🥲

[A/N] ; i just realised how the poll couldve been taken differently… sorry if yall were expecting boyfriend könig to comfort you!! (-_-;)

“Liebling?” A quiet voice called out from behind you.

You peered at him from the living room, eyes roaming over the giant man in your hallway clutching his pillow. You had awoken from thirst in the middle of the night, now reading a book on the couch to help your mind fall back asleep.

“Yeah? You alright?” You asked, a little worried by his body language.

When he didn’t respond you dropped your book, quickly rushing over to him.

“König? Something wrong?” You asked again, now much closer. He was breathing heavily.

He stared at you for a moment before averting his gaze and shaking his head.

“Oh- baby..” you clutched his face through his balaclava. He never took it off in front of you.

Through the dim light of the moonlight, you could faintly make out his teary red eyes, eyelashes still wet.

“Bad dream?” You continued, concern knitting your eyebrows. It was normal. Night terrors came with the job. He had been discharged for months but they still followed him. Every night.

He nodded meekly before dropping his head onto your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your body, enveloping it, caging it.

He was never one to talk about his feelings. Too weak. Too vulnerable. He was gonna get hurt if he was ever weak around you. What if you judged him? Hated him? You can’t love someone like him.

“No… its just…”

He took a deep breath. You could feel his weight lifting before resting back down on you.

“Sorry for interrupting your reading, Schatz…”

You placed a hand on his back, rubbing circles with your thumb. Your way of telling him that didn’t matter right now.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Okay?” You spoke softly, like a little breeze flowing past his ear.

You waited for a response but instead he grumbled before sinking more of his bodyweight onto you.

“Tired?” You asked him, hand still on his back.

He nodded, humming quietly.

You slowly pulled him back to bed, arms still wrapped tightly around your middle. Even by the time you reached the foot of the mattress, he still refused to let go.

“Hey, you need to let go or else I can’t lay down.” You tugged on him gently. His eyes stared at you for a second before opting to pull you into bed. The two of you fell on your sides, his arms continuing their tight squeeze around you.

His body shuffled closer to you until his head was tucked into your chest and his legs were entangled with yours.

For a moment, neither of you said a word.

“It felt so real.” His weak voice spoke.

You pulled him a little closer. Wrapped your arms around him a little tighter.

“Yeah?” You replied softly, pressing feather-light kisses to his temple.

“…you got hurt and I- Fick- there was no way and-“ his voice cracked a little.

You rubbed up and down his back.

“Hey, its alright. I’m aright. I’m right here, König.” You muttered softly against his head.

“I know, but it was so real…”

He squeezed you a little tighter.

“Y-Your blood- it was cold… so cold.” He shook against your body, still struggling to inhale and exhale.

The two of you had had this night many times. Sometimes you were out and he would call you crying. Some nights you woke up to a sweaty trembling mess curled up into your side. And some nights, the other side of the bed was cold, with him staying up and watching TV to avoid sleeping.

You threaded your fingers through his hair gently.

“Just another dream okay? I’m always going to be here for you.” You smiled down at him.

He stared up at you. His eyes widening before crinkling as tears spilt down his cheeks.

He quickly pushed his face against your collarbone. Out of your sight. Hidden away. A bad dream was one thing. Crying in front of you would just be more embarrassment and shame for him.

“Sorry.” He said, muffled against your shirt.

“s’okay… it’s okay.”

The two of you laid in silence. His heavy, stuttering exhales and your soft breaths. He pulled his head away from you and looked up at you with his red, tear-stricken eyes.

You stared at him curiously. What was he going to do now?

He slowly reached a hand to his face and started peeling his balaclava up, before stopping firmly at the centre of his nose bridge.

“Can I…?”

You nodded. “You don’t have to ask. You’re my boyfriend.”

He pulled you down to him, awkwardly pressing a kiss to your lips before releasing.

“I’d probably be a mess without you.” König said under his breath, barely stifling a voice crack.

“Me too.” You softly smiled.

dividers by @mmadeinheavenn

tysm for reading! pls support me with a like or a reblog to this post if thats okay :))

[crabussy]

I'm not putting anything in the tags, turn on comments coward. Have you tried to use google lately or any other search engine? they censor a plethora of information and are known to feed narratives based on what certain corporate counterparts want. I would rather hear from a person, or even ai who has the toolset to officially attain information convey a specific point rather than provide some of the most mind numbing journalism articles to ever exist. Scholar is the only good part of google anymore unless you're checking the weather.

hi there! I'm a bit baffled by the tone of this, we're strangers and I don't understand why you felt it was okay to call me a coward over this, but I'm going to try and explain a few things to hopefully clear this up! I'm very sorry you felt upset at the wording of my poll.

first, I have comments off because people kept using my comments to make fun of me, or call me awful things. this was on posts that were apolitical in nature, too. I guess I'm pretty easy to bully. I'm just trying to reduce the number of upsetting comments I see about myself. my comments are off on all posts (unless you've been following me for over a week!). I'm sorry, I'd turn them on for this post if I could but the setting can only be applied across my entire blog. You can totally reblog and put your thoughts in the body of the post though! that way it doesn't get lost in the tags.

next, I realise I wasn't clear about what kind of information the poll was about. I was talking about questions like "what does 'myriad' mean?" or "what is the name of the fruit in this image?" or "are kiwi birds extinct?", all of which I've seen something similar being asked in the comments of posts. I wasn't talking about the more nuanced, complex, important information that needs a lot of explaining. I'm very sorry I wasn't more clear in my post, I'm going back to edit it and clarify after I've posted your ask!

Lastly, you do have a good point. search engines are notorious for picking and choosing information and are very prone to corporate interference. but please, in future, try not to assume the worst about people you don't know! I posted that poll for fun, out of curiosity, and apologised for the lack of nuance in the post. I was quite surprised and hurt at how unkind your wording was, when it didn't need to be at all. you could have conveyed the exact same information without calling me a coward for a choice I made. I understand that this subject is important to you and you might have felt like I was restricting your ability to share your thoughts, which could have influenced the tone you chose, but like I explained, it was for entirely unrelated reasons, to keep myself safe online. I know you might be used to people who do this kind of thing on purpose, or are intentionally abrasive towards you and others, and I'm really sorry if that's the case. It still hurts to hear someone call me names.

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Hiya, I feel like I’ve not been doing as much analysis in here recently and I realise that’s probably why most of you follow me so sorry about that, I have quite a lot of ideas but the analysis posts tend to take a long time to write and so I thought I’d do a quick poll to see what you guys would prefer I focus on :)

My intention is to do all of these at some point but if I know which one people are most interested in then it gives me something to focus on

Explanation of options beneath cut

1) I’ve posted a quote-by-quote analysis of chapters 2, 3, and 4 of Six of Crows and have started but not yet fully written one of chapter 5 so I’d love to carry that on and I would also be happy to go back to chapter one if anyone wanted to read that. I love writing these and I would also say that my Crooked Kingdom Bathroom Scene analysis post is quite similar to these ones since I went quite by quote for the second part of that analysis.

2) Fairly self explanatory I guess but I have a lot of asks that have been sitting in there for a long time now and I’m so sorry to have kept people waiting

3) I have talked about minor characters in detail within posts, such as Rojax and Alys, and I have written a full analysis on Bajan but I think it would be really interesting to do a fully structured series on minor characters, you guys could vote for who you wanted next, and also being able to expand in more detail than I have done before on some of these folks might be really fun

4) Honestly I expect this will continue alongside anything else anyway because I feel like there’s always more to discover in these books and I’m always realising something new, it’s wonderful

Also: would people be interested if I brought my fan-written Soc spinoff script back? I had so much fun writing it but I’ve had a lot in and been focused on writing my fic so I’ve not written anything beyond the first two parts I already posted, but I really love the idea so yeah if anyone’s interested I’m more than happy to bring that back.

Thanks guys! 🖤

[helpimhyperfixating]

for the 1k event could I pls get jotaro trying to propose to his s/o 🥺

As per the result of the poll, here is the little drabble. Though it’s not exactly what many of you expect probably, sorry ☺️ Just didn’t know how else to call it in the poll. I’ve had this idea for a long time so I took the opportunity to write it for this :3

Follower Event - Requests closed

Word Count: 1085

Breathing calmly, Jotaro stared up at the ceiling. It was dark in the room, your soft breathing sounding out from his left while the airconditioning softly whirred.

For the past thirty minutes he’d been lying awake, trying to count your breaths, to inventorise how often you moved.

You were cuddled up into his side, your head on his left arm and your arm and one leg slung over his body. And while he normally would prefer nothing less, right now, it was the last thing he wanted.

Swallowing softly, Jotaro gently rubbed his thumb over the ring finger of your left hand while he was holding it, so deep in thought it was almost an unconscious decision, his mind elsewhere.

Ever so carefully, the man then angled his head down to look at your sleeping face. You always looked so cute in your sleep getup, your mouth slightly parted as you breathed. It helped to solidify his decision.

Lifting his right arm, his heart started beating wildly as he ever so carefully guided your joined hands, lifting it as slowly as he could before placing it by your side, pushing your hand into your chest so that you’d still be comfy.

Next, he carefully started sliding his arm out from underneath your head, grimacing a bit when all that succeeded in was taking you with it.

You shifted a bit and Jotaro froze, watching as you snuggled your head deeper into him, your forehead now rested up against his shoulder. Your leg moved too as you pulled it in slightly, but then you settled and the man blew out a silent but relieved breath.

Swallowing once more, it almost felt like his heart was directly pressed up against his rib cage as he brought his other arm up and gently cradled your head, lifting it ever so slightly and allowing him to slide his arm out from under you.

Realising he was holding his breath, the man didn’t care as he all too slowly put your head down on the pillows, letting you go a moment after with the slowest movements he could muster in his nervousness.

With him now mostly free, Jotaro sat up in bed, looking down at you. Your leg was splayed over his lap and he lifted it gently, shuffling out underneath and placing it back down.

Letting out a heavy breath, he sat on the edge of the bed for a second, trying to settle his racing heart as he looked back at you, watching you curl a bit into yourself.

It was hot these summer nights, but that’s why you had the airconditioning - so that the two of you could still cuddle. But it seemed that without him to leech warmth off of, going without a blanket was just a bit too chilly for you.

That realisation however made his just settled heart speed up once more. He couldn’t have you wake up from being too cold before he was done.

As quietly as he could, he quickly got up before hurrying out of the room, making his way to his office in the pitch dark in record speed - the familiarity of the route making him able to get there without incidents.

Standing in the middle of his office behind his desk, moonlight shone through the window behind him.

With a little shake, Jotaro reached out and opened the top drawer, pulling out a small roll. Inspecting it as he lifted it up to his face, he grabbed the end, seeming tiny in his hands as he pulled slightly, unrolling it and revealing the numbers on it.

Though he had to squint to see them in the moonlight, it was enough and he carefully padded out of the room, making his way back to the bedroom.

Peeking inside, you were still the same - logical since he left only a few minutes ago - and Jotaro stepped inside, feeling his heart start beating faster with every step he approached.

He was seriously going to give himself a heart attack from doing this, Jesus.

Wetting his lips, the man rounded the bed, his eyes laser-focused on your left hand that you held close to your chest. He shouldn’t have pushed it there.

Only mildly cursing himself, Jotaro got to his knees beside the bed, leaning his elbows and waist on the mattress to get a steady position before he reached out, carefully taking hold of your hand.

He briefly debated bringing out Star Platinum and stopping time - it would certainly get rid of every reason for nervousness that he currently had - but he didn’t want to. This was something he wanted to do purely natural.

So, with a shaky breath and beating heart, he pulled your hand close, bringing out the little tape roll and carefully manoeuvring the end of the tiny thing around your ring finger.

Holding his breath, his own shadow blocked out the light from the moon and Jotaro felt his jaw clench while he tried to move until the light would shine in a way he’d be able to see the numbers on the measuring tape.

Arms outstretched and head and shoulders far to the side, finally the light touched your hand and he instantly took note of the numbers.

Repeating them about four times in his head before he dared to move, Jotaro finally let your hand go, breathing out in relief only for you to move, a little groan leaving your sleeping form as you tried to cuddle up to a body that wasn’t there.

As you felt nothing, a little frown formed on your face as you settled with nothing instead and in that moment, a warmth washed through the marine biologist at the bedside.

A soft smile grew on his lips and he leaned in, his knuckles dancing over your cheek as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Without much fanfare, he threw the measuring roll behind his nightstand to secretly put away later while he instead hoisted the rest of his body onto the bed, sliding up against you before wrapping his arms around your body, pulling you in.

You fit so perfectly in his arms and Jotaro caught himself in the fond gaze he looked at you with, but none of that mattered.

Tangling his legs with yours, he pulled you even tighter to his body as he closed his eyes, the numbers he’d gotten playing on repeat in his head.

He couldn’t wait to get that ring made for you.

[pareidoliaonthemove]

Birds of a Feather

Notes:

I couldn’t come up with anything for FishTank week in time, but my brain finally offered this up for the “Fish out of Water” prompt.

The standard disclaimers, I do not own Thunderbirds, either the Original Series, the Movies (both Supermarionation and Live Action), or the Thunderbirds Are Go Series. (Although I do own copies on DVD.)

I do not do this for money, but for my own (in)sanity and entertainment.

As far as the Tracy Brothers were concerned Public Relations was an unavoidable evil; one that had them lined up in its sights twice over. Both Tracy Industries and International Rescue had their ‘extracurricular’ demands, and required much public goodwill to run successfully.

That was why all five brothers were all crammed uncomfortably on a sofa and ‘extra guest’ armchairs in an ‘intimate’ recording studio, with the latest ‘celebrity’ to have been granted their own talk show. The PR people had sworn blind that this was the right place to be to “renew brand awareness”, and “maximise impact”.

After five minutes dealing with their ‘host’, all of the brothers were mentally reviewing the PR department’s employment contracts. The woman was a walking advertisement for cut price cosmetic surgery, with an IQ lower than her waist measurement, and her demeanour was as artificial as her cleavage, and once her attempts at flirting with Scott had been gently rebuffed, her attitude had turned downright nasty.

She smiled hugely, flashing her blindingly white, and completely artificial – the newest fashion craze – teeth at her guests. “And, according to a viewer poll, the most appropriate collective noun for a group of Tracys’ is a “flock”!

They all stared at her blankly, completely unsure what to do with this pointless information.

She continued, laughingly, “Of course, that does leave Gordon the Aquanaut … high and dry!”

Somewhere from the sound booth, a laugh track played.

Gordon stared at her flatly. “No.”

The smile froze on her face. Evidently, she had never been contradicted before. “No?”

John snorted disdainfully: “Ever heard of penguins?”

It was much later in the day, their PR duties on the mainland completed, and a seemingly endless flight in Thunderbird Two, before Gordon was able to wash off the dust of the day in the pool.

His luxuriated in the water, feeling his entire body working in harmony as he sliced up and down the pool, revelling in the feeling of purpose and strength. Muscle memory long conditioned for this, he didn’t need to think, so he didn’t. He just was.

Freedom indeed.

He was so absorbed in his watery cocoon; he didn’t realise he had company until his hand prematurely slapped bare legs instead of cold tile wall.

Shocked, Gordon spluttered upright, his momentum nearly slamming him headfirst into the legs. Shaking the chlorine out of his eyes he followed the legs up into blue denim, then red flannel, and finally Virgil’s face.

“Virg! Man, What the hell!?”

His older brother’s shoulders were drawn up to his ears. “Sorry, Gords. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to check you were okay. You’ve been here a long time.”

Gordon frowned. “It’s the pool, Virgil. I’m always in here. I practically live in here. Why are you suddenly so concerned about it?

Virgil’s eyes slid to the horizon; Gordon followed his gaze.

Oh.

The sun was three-quarters hidden beneath the sea, and falling fast.

Gordon shrugged, “Time flies when you’re having fun?” he offered.

Virgil looked at him. Serious, and oh, so sad. “You don’t only come here for fun, Gordon.”

Gordon stared up at him, clinging to the pool wall.

Virgil gestured to the water. “You don’t normally swim laps like you’re trying to break the sound barrier for fun, Gordon. You only do that when you’re upset, these days.”

Gordon blinked. Was he upset? No, definitely not. “Virg, it was a long day, and – while the PR is essential – it’s not my idea of fun. And those chairs are always so uncomfortable. I was washing off the ick, and having a nice stretch. That’s all. I promise.”

Virgil stared, evaluating his words. “Okay, Gords. Sorry. I was just worried that woman had upset you, is all.”

Gordon frowned. “You mean that ditzy ‘celebrity’ interviewer with her ‘high and dry’ comment?”

Virgil nodded.

“Well, I wasn’t best impressed, but I think we sorted her out, good and proper. Unless she broadcasts a teeny-tiny interview that won’t fill the segment between the newest must-have lip-gloss and the station ident, she’s gonna have to broadcast a looonng conservation propaganda piece about penguins and the Antarctic, and look like an absolute idiot. Either way, Team Tracy wins.”

Virgil nodded again. “Yeah, between you and John, you handled it well. But the thing is …” he rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly “… comments like what she made, they creep up on you, you know? I was just worried …” He trailed off, before taking a deep breath. “You’re one of us, you know, right? Blood and bone, forever and always?”

Gordon stared, non-plussed. That phrase, said that way … it rang a distant bell in his mind.

“Well, yeah,” he managed, awkwardly. “Bit hard to miss that.”

Virgil nodded. “Yeah. I guess it is.” He stood. “Sorry, Gords. I didn’t mean to bother you. But,” he glanced at his watch, “John is cooking tonight, so you might want to clean up for dinner soon.”

He turned to go.

Gordon launched himself out of the pool, grabbing his towel, and scurrying to plant himself in front of his brother. “What you said, about it creeping up on you, that’s the voice of experience talking, isn’t it?”

Virgil sighed explosively. “It was a long time ago, Gords. I’m just glad it didn’t get you; you know?”

It was Gordon’s turn to frown. “Spill.”

“Gords …”

“Nuh-uh. You don’t get to drop that on me, and run away. It was bad enough that you’re still reacting to it. Spill. Or I call in the big guns on your ass.”

Virgil’s shoulders dropped, defeated. “Fine. You know I had a hard time ‘deciding’? The whole ‘what are you doing to do with the rest of your life’ thing, yeah?”

Gordon nodded. He hadn’t been particularly engaged in what was happening with his family at that time, his whole focus had been on the pool and swimming, but the cloud of angst and anxiety Virgil had generated had permeated even Gordon’s narrowly focused little world.

Virgil stood taller. “I decided on engineering. I had worked it all out, it was the best thing for me to do. I could still do my art and music, but through engineering …” his hands gestured, futilely trying to shape the air in front of him to emphasis his point “… engineering could let me build, bigger, better … safer.”

Gordon swallowed. The emotion in his brother’s voice on that one word. Gordon knew who he was trying to save.

Mom. With Virgil, it always came back to Mom.

Virgil slumped again. “Then one of my art teachers, someone who I had looked up to, admired, he – well, he didn’t take it too well.” Virgil smiled, sadly. “I think he had been dreaming of all the kudos he could garner, having been my teacher. Looking back at it now.”

“What. Did. He. Do?” Gordon ground out, angry.

Virgil laughed. “You sounded so much like Scott, just then. It’s a long time ago, Fish. Let it go.” He sighed. “I’m sure you can imagine. He accused me of selling out. Turning my back on mom’s legacy, kowtowing to Father’s wishes for the money … He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand me.

“At first, I ignored it, bitter grapes, all that, but over time …”

“You started to wonder if he was right.”

Virgil nodded. “Yeah. Denver was hard. It was the first time I’d been away from everyone. The course work was intense, I hadn’t exactly chosen an easy workload there. There was the usual ‘rich boy’ garbage. And …”

“… And the climate?” Kansas was cold, and it snowed, but global warming had made that a rare event. Denver, however …

“Yeah. The climate definitely didn’t help.”

Gordon stared at his brother. Other than the climate issue, he hadn’t been aware of any of this at the time. It had been more years than Gordon liked to think of since Virgil had graduated, and for the weight of the sadness his big brother still carried, he wondered exactly how hard it had all been for Virgil.

“What happened?” Voice soft and calm. Non-judgemental.

Virgil shrugged, his eyes tracing the horizon. “Details don’t matter. Dad got wind of what was going on. Scott swears he broke every airspeed record, John swears he broke physics, getting out to Denver. Next thing I know, half the college is running for cover, and I’m being all but carried back to Dad’s plane. Plane’s barely landed before Dad’s tearing strips off of my old teacher, and Grandma’s force feeding me cookies.”

“And?”

Virgil shrugged. “And we talked.” He smiled, faintly. “Dad may have been slow on the uptake at times, but once he realised there was a problem, he was a pretty good therapist.” A lopsided grin and one shoulder shrug. “Mostly.”

Gordon stared again, a penny dropping. “Blood and bone. Forever and always.”

Virgil nodded.

Gordon’s gaze dropped, watching as his fingers traced patterns on the fibres of his towel. “I’m guessing …” he cleared his throat, awkwardly, “… this is a recurring problem, yeah?”

A sigh. “There are days. Shitty, shitty days. Days when things don’t go right. Days when no matter what you do, you can’t do enough.” Virgil’s large hand landed on Gordon’s shoulder and squeezed. Gordon looked up. “There will be a day. A shitty, shitty day. When things go wrong. When everything is just too much. When that bastard little voice in your head speaks up, and it will sound like that stupid woman.” Virgil swallowed. “When that day comes, Gords, remember that you are one of us: Blood and bone. Forever and always.”

Gordon surged forwards, lunging upwards as best he could and latching onto Virgil in as strong a hug as he could manage. It only took a second’s hesitation for Virgil to respond, taking his weight and crushing the air out of his little brother’s lungs.

Gordon buried his face in Virgil’s neck, smelling the reassuring mixture of scents – deodorant, engine oil, paint, the artificial lemon of furniture polish, and that faint ozone smell that meant he had been welding – that defined Virgil.

“Hey, Virg?” Gordon spoke softly into his brother’s neck. “For when that day comes … make me a penguin in IR uniform?”

Virgil pulled back to stare at him. “What?”

Gordon grinned. “I want a penguin in an IR uniform. Thunderbird 4. How is dealer’s choice. Paint him. Sculpt him. Whatever. Because there have been days like that. When I’ve felt like the fish out of water, when I’ve felt I haven’t belonged. What happened today? What John said? I’d never thought of that. Not once. Ever.” Gordon wiggled and slipped back down to stand on his own two feet. He smirked. “Some marine biologist, huh? So yeah. I want a reminder. Birds fly; but some fly underwater.”

Virgil stared for a long moment, before a shout from the house snapped him out of his thoughts. They both started walking back inside. Virgil eyed him, curiously. “So, I guess that you agree that the proper collective noun for a group of Tracys is a flock, huh?”

Gordon grinned. “Yep.” He popped the ‘p’ sound, bouncing on his feet as he did so. “Ooh. We need to work out what everyone else’s bird species is!” He took off up the stairs, as Virgil groaned behind him.

Gordon had the bit in his teeth, and no one was going to get any peace until they had all been assigned a bird totem.

Dinner was going to be hell. But they would all suffer through it.

Birds of a feather, indeed.

[d4isywhims]

hello friends! 🤍✨

lots of words. click at your own risk!!

i’m back from my trip/short hiatus!! i didn’t go on tumblr that much during my trip because i was having too much fun hehe so i was basically MIA 😵‍💫 andddddd i JUST realised that my cas challenge posts didn’t go up because my dumbdumb ass saved it as draft instead of queue 😭😭😭😭😭😭 omg i’m so sorry to everyone who looked forward to seeing those posts ;_; they’ll be up all throughout next week tho!! ✨ alsoooo i wanna talk about a few things 👀

1. youtube

as some of you might know, i started a youtube channel and am about to post my first ever vid!! so excited!! 🤩 i’m also thinking of moving one of my tumblr gameplays to youtube but i’m kinda stumped on which one :/ i’m already on gen 2 of my family dynamics challenge and i feel like it would be kind of awkward to start filming from there lol so this leaves me with my globetrotter household and tjol legacy household. or maybe start a brand new lp!! i would greatly appreciate your opinion on this matter if you have any :D

2. 1000 followers!!!!!

guys. guys guys guys. GUYSss. had to block a HANDFUL of 🌽bots but YOU GUYSSSSSS

i am truly speechless 😭 i made a promise to myself that if i reached 1k followers on tumblr i would start a youtube channel and here we are!! i love you guys so much and thanks for sticking around 😭♥️ absolutely no words can describe how much i appreciate everyone on here :’) i’ve made SO many talented friends on tumblr and i hope to make even more! i have no idea what my follower gift would be this time (i haven’t even started with my 900 followers gift 😵‍💫) so please if you have ANY suggestions, feel free to comment below or send me a message! :DD probably gonna come up with a poll sooner or later hehe

aaahhh it feels so good to be back on simblr!! i’ll spend the rest of my night responding to tagged games, asks/messages i’ve gotten while on my hiatus and just catching up with the community :)) i’ll go back to posting gameplay pics on monday! :D starting off strong with family dynamics!!

thanks sm friends!! ✨ have a great day/night ahead!

- gem 🤍

[horrorhot-line]

So, not hapoy with the changes, at all, sorry. And not to be rude, but changing the question and answers of the poll in a matter that is supposed to make people feel bad for you and your decision doesn't really strike me as okay no matter the religion.

Just change the fandom to one without superpowers if you can't write for this one because it goes against your religion. I don't see how consuming Saiki content with all the powers in it is fine if writing for it isn't.

No matter what you do though, I wish you the best, even though I'll unfollow lol

I understand how you feel and why you feel that way, but this is not right,

I am a writer, I owe you nothing as you don't own my blog or my work, I do and I alone have the right to decide what I want to do, my blog is for me, and those who choose to support me can leave at any time if they don't like my work and find another writer, simple

to answer your question, I watched and wrote for Saiki when I was not religious, and I have not consumed any saiki content since, so the comment 'I don't see how consuming Saiki content with all the powers in it is fine if writing for it isn't' doesn't make sense to me

I appreciate your support up until now but to assume my intention, form an opinion based on that assumption and then tell me your opinion based on said assumption like it's a fact is wrong.

I only changed the option from "not looking forward to it, go back to the drawing board" to just "delete the blog" specifically because I didn't think I could go back to the drawing board because of my beliefs and the only option if people didn't want me to continue was to delete- truth be told the first post was there to gauge opinions before I made my final decision (a social experiment basically), and in doing so I've realised that some of my readers don't really support me, they're just there for the ride and will drop me the minute they hear something they don't like, like you, so thank you for this ask, though I wish you didn't send it anonymously so I might know who you are and stop you from engaging with my posts in the future

though I have changed my mind about the series, I hope you don't follow me again or read my work in the future, NOT because I don't appreciate, but because if your support is conditional, I'd rather not have it at all

I wish you the best also anon <333

[riacte]

🛸 exterrasexymenpoll Follow

THE RED KING from TEAM DOGWARTS and BLUE BATS

vs

HAND OF THE KING from TEAM DOGWARTS

Please stop mentioning the Blue Stalker in our comments. They have caused a lot of distress for the Exterra community, no matter how “sexy” they are or “how many bitches” they get.

Once again, we condone voter fraud, but we draw the line at spamming our polls with links to the enemies to lovers Blue Stalker x Red King fic.

🎇 thestarsweremadeforus Follow

OFHHDFJSJDJS ITS HERE!!! DIVORCE POST!!! HAND VS KING the boyfriends are fighting!!!

Not gonna lie I was so absorbed in the potential hilarity of this matchup that I failed to realise I have to vote for someone now. I’m. Im genuinely torn 😭😭😭

💄 gaysloveqoh Follow

stop saying treebark is divorcing when they BOTH are on qoh’s side 😭 they’re united in their respect for our queen 😤

anyways idk what to do now that blueballs is out. anyone wanna make an alliance with the ballgurls 🥰

🦇 starshipspachelbel Follow

You’re right, the gays DO love qoh (gays being treebark)

This is so cruel, putting the king against his loyal hand… I am drowning, there is no sign of land, you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand…

#RKSWEEP though (I say with tears in my eyes)

👽 blueballs Follow

sorry but the blue stalker DOES get all the bitches 😎 more sexyman energy than xisuma exterra void anyway

anyways im endorsing red king LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOO

👑 princeofhearts Follow

To the #HEARTSWEEP people mourning their loss, why vote for [deadname] when you can vote for his transitioned self, the Hand of the King? Stop being so fixated on [deadname], he’s still RK’s gunner 😭

Btw the ship wars between RK x Hand vs RK x QoH are so stupid like the Hand and QoH are the same people???? Some miraculous laserbug love square type of bullshit? Anyways I support the prince of hearts 🙏

🍬 gunnerwithashotgun Follow

@/princeofhearts ur a freak, stfu!!! queen of hearts and hand of the king are TOTALLY different ppl (they have different bioneos colours) and ur being lumianphobic by thinking theyre the same even tho they're just the same SPECIES (they even have different cultures like the hand keeps on roasting rk for calling tuski "pearl" bc that's the way qoh learned it??)

🪓 handoftheking Follow

I’m adding “not False Symmetry / Queen of Hearts” to my bio. Like, she’s super cool, but I’m unfortunately not her.

Anyways, vote for me over that old man. You’re not letting a potato win, right?

💫 concorp-official Follow

Vote for the Red King! Show a screenshot that you voted for him at any ConCorp intergalactic outlet and receive a 5% discount, effective today!

⏳ rensanddaddy Follow

NOT THE OBVIOUS BRIBERY FROM MR CUB HIMSELF.... we need to vote harder for the Hand!! Just look at his blonde ass hair and blue dishwasher detergent freckles!! He's so pathetic and a meow meow and I want to lovingly crush him against the walls of a spaceship (im not the blue stalker i promise)

🐙 doctagon Follow

... guys. i. The actual Exterra official account on twt sent out the link to this poll?? The ACTUAL account?? We've breached so many layers of containment???????

🪓 handoftheking Follow

... Okay, that miiiight be my fault? It's good PR for us, right? We're the two sexiest racers in the Exterra industry on the podium together. It's good for our image, and maybe people will FINALLY stop truthing I'm transgender QoH

🌲 dilfkisser Follow

I hope we get a perfect 50/50 tie. I want homoerotic RK and his homoerotic Hand to both win. I want them to stand on the podium and make out while holding a pride flag while BlueBalls beatboxes in the shadows. I hope we all win. (Except the transgender lumian theory believers, go touch some stardust)

[rypnami]

WIP tag

thank you very much for the tag @imtheslayeraskmehow97 ! (i had no idea you had tumblr?? i might be dumb)

i’m not actually working on a lot rn but you know that damn ginger is always inside my head acting up so i do have some things PLANNED | (my ao3)

1. List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

2. An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

3. Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

4. Then tag 10 writer friends

Titles:

((i am bad at these))

1. Leander and Lily - probably going to change this title later because it’s stupid as hell. short little thing about leander + his struggles with self esteem and his older sister lily helping him realise he’s worth more than he thinks.

2. Untitled Prewlow Fic - after i did that sims wedding i am once again being attacked in my head by these boys. yes it will involve ollie because ugh do i love that child. it will be wholesome but with a small side of angst ;)

3. Starlight - i was chatting about this a while ago, but i am planning a fluff oneshot of andrew and amit becoming close during astronomy class. just think lots of cuddling for warmth and discussion about the beauty of stars (among other things 👀)

4. Potions Tutor - this started as a oneshot garrinis fic but i recently went back to read it again and i’m planning on doing a part 2 now!

Scenes:

1. in my first w.i.p. i just wrote the scene that i’ve been the most hung up on. it’s the summer between 5th and 6th year, when leander gets his o.w.l results. he didn’t do as well as he’d hoped and is worried his parents are disappointed in him, so he seeks out his sister for advice.

2. a lot of the angst i was talking about comes from ollie. a good scene example is when he is in DADA class, and when he faces the class’ boggart it changes into a dementor. it’s surprising because his boggart used to be an acromantula. he realises it has changed because now his greatest fear is sebastian being taken to azkaban and the dementor is a manifestation of that.

3. this one is really really not worked on, i have maybe a paragraph, but i have an idea for a scene where andrew is incredibly shy about asking amit to share his blanket during astronomy class, but he’s also very cold. in the end it gets way too cold and in the end they cuddle under the blanket and share a telescope 🥺

4. ominis passes his potions exam after several months of studying (and more) with garreth. they decide to celebrate by going for drinks at the three broomsticks. it’ll go fine. probably. maybe. char stop making everything angsty for 2 seconds challenge FAILED

tagging! (sorry if you’ve already been tagged: @girl-named-matty @plxnetn1ne @damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog @weirdraccoon @blueraineshadows

thank you again for the tag! i had so much fun with this, i love talking about what i’m currently working on! ♡

[generationlosscorkboard]

Dream interpretation is certainly something, and it's taking it's time-

So I'm just gonna do a quick side review of current information and my predictions:

So far we have the following characters known to us

- The writer (who I've been calling Chronos)

- Jay (previously assumed she/her but I believe those belong to-)

- Mary (assumably Chronos' therapist)

- Chronos's boss (like, a million years old)

- Chronos' family, and dog

- XXXX (the "<- nevermind" one. I'm assuming that this is a person but who knows)

Stuff we know:

Something happened eight months ago and Chronos is trying their absolute best to ignore it. (I suspect X has something to do with it).

Chronos is having weird dreams, but is purposely ignoring their signicance (linked to right month ago event)

We may be affecting said dreams via the polls

they work at a tech place, one that specifically deals with fixing stuff, like VCR units

they do NOT work 6 jobs (they just had their job starting an hour earlier- 6 jobs would probably be more nightmarish than their dreams)

the year is 19XX, though very likely post-1972, cause of the mention of VCR unit. The fact they call some of the stuff like VCR units as "old" it's been a reasonable time since 1972. Sooo... 90s? Course, time could just be real friggin weird-

The polls has some strange influence over Chrono's reality. Specifically, messages through radios and such. (And a lil bit of dream stuff)

My current predictions of what is and is to come:

Chronos is gonna lose their family and the dog is gonna die (Yeah.....)

Jay may also die, and it will be directly because of Chronos actions. because I predict it so. (and it will be incidentally, but yeah.)

Chronos is gonna have to stop ignoring whatever happened eight months ago, but will in doing so is discover something super f--ed up about their reality (if they haven't seen a glimpse of this already) and how much of a lie it is and it's gonna make them go insane-

Mary and Chrono's boss aren't going to be super important, Mary may be mentioned again, but she won't play a major part.

and this final one is just entirely based off this fact:

I once designed an au world in which people were unaware of the fact they're living in dome cities and outside that is an absolutely apocalyptic world where the sun exploded and it's held together by magic and fantasy duct tape (it's a fantasy world, so ignore those elements) and yeah dome people don't know until one scientist realises the sky is like- super off. doesn't make sense mathematically or astrologically. And they go insane!

so if it turns out that they sky is f-ed and/or they're in a DOME CITY/TOWN (or something similar) I'm going to cry again because this will be the third time Chronos/Ranboo/GenLosers have apparently been on the same wave length as me-

(which is also just kinda the Truman show but I promise it's way more than that)

-----(major timeskip)-----

Oh HI THERE! the prior post was written a while ago, but I ended up taking an impromptu step back from everything whislt it was quiet- sorry about that!

Anyways, here it is for you now. I'd best also finished that third dream theory huh! While it's still qui- AHHAHA you think I'd tempt fate like that? Nooooooo. Noooo thank you.

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

What is the "tong incident" that your bio refers to? I've looked it up, but Tumblr's search is awful haha

Sorry it took me a bit to get to this! (although if you've ever sent me a poll ask, you're probably used to it)

I don't have a link, but the "Tong Incident" refers to a poll that got a LOT of notes for a very specific reason a few months ago, entirely centered around this

Yup. A pair of tongs. The problem is, they had EVERY name for this, EXCEPT tongs! And people LOST IT over that! I think it has somewhere between 150k and 200k notes by now?

Now I'm not sure if everyone else refers to things like this, but to me "Tong Incident" type polls means when people make polls that intentionally make people feel negative emotions just to get notes!

I have a personal rule, when it comes to having an online presence (I may not be a big blog, but it makes a difference!). I want to make something that people can be happy browsing, no matter what. Everything I post, I do everything I can to avoid making things more unfriendly. Not every opinion has to be put on the internet! Not every take must be talked about! Not every upsetting thing is a 'problem'!

I'm ranting.

The point is, the Tong poll made me realise that a lot of polls are made to upset people into giving them more notes. I love to get notes; reblogs feel amazing. But I refuse to get those at the expense of upsetting people! I would rather get my following the right way, rather than exploiting the system of tumblr.