#i read every single one i lov it they cheer me up

[carwoodron]

i want you all to know that if youve ever left enthusiastic tags or any tags really on any of my posts i love you forever and will fight for you to the death if called upon

[tsukiida]

I haven’t used this blog for more than three years now. I really meant to, and I had so many ideas that I wanted to write (and started writing). But somehow, life went from one place to another and I just fell out of writing (the specific works I planned to share here), despite still keeping up with the manga. I also took some long breaks from tumblr. As time passed, the idea of being active here without having anything to post became more and more daunting.

Earlier this month, I checked my drafts for this blog and found so many works that I liked and planned to reblog “when I would be active”, but they were from people that deactivated in the time that I wasn’t here. That gave me a perspective I’ve not yet unpacked and don’t know how to. It sucks that I never got to let those writers know how much their work brought me happiness and comfort.

I’m sorry if I let anyone down who was looking forward to more of my writing. I still have my phases where I want to write for bnha every two years or so, but it’s so hard to commit to maintaining a whole blog for it. I don’t think I can. Not right now, at least. I still read fics now and then, but I don’t feel I’m in the right headspace to write. (Catch me unexpectedly getting obsessed with a college!lov au, or the single dad aizawa that has been in and out of my head the past few weeks 😩)

I’m not expecting a response (not that those aren’t appreciated, I would just be super surprised if anyone still saw my posts). This is mostly a personal message to myself— it’s my blog, but somewhere down the line, the idea of being perceived (by my 50 or so followers) made me tiptoe around tumblr and essentially act like a ghost who hasn’t been around despite still sometimes being around, you know? I think I want to dis-associate my identity as Tumblr User Tsukiida from my identity as an anime reader-insert content writer, and use tumblr again without any self-imposed expectations of performing as a writer.

I said “mostly a personal message”, because I just wanted to give anyone who still sees my blog a heads up if I start posting/reblogging stuff other than bnha/hq fics. Rebranding, losing a brand, whatever it is. I guess I’ll be doing it.

IF I still end up writing on this blog again, kindly pretend I didn’t make this post, teehee. More than anything, I wrote this because I needed to use this account again. It’s been so desolate and demotivating without any activity.

I hope life has been treating you all kindly. Remember that you are precious. Cherish yourself. I’ve enjoyed the memories we made here, even if they are more than three years old and spanned over a month at most. 😝 Love you all! Cheers! 💖💞

[washi-undertale]

Zero Redeeming Qualities

An announcement! Or rather, some notes about this chapter.

There have been some (very minor) changes.

Slim has been renamed to "Mutt"

Razz has been renamed to "Black"

“Tuffet” has been renamed to “The Parlor," which I think goes better with the theming of it.

Chapters will be getting new names because I was starting to hate them.

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A couple years ago the Undertale, Underfell, Underswap, and Swapfell (Red) universes collided, merging into a single - peaceful - universe.

The skelebros have become friends in this universe, often hanging out and spending time together,

Except for Sans, who is distant with everyone and has a tense relationship with Papyrus.

After losing a drinking challenge, Red asked Sans on a date, where he found himself with more questions than answers. A second date to the museum further complicated his feelings. Third time's the charm, right?

Inspired by: Lov Ya by sunblind_seabird

MASTER POST

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Chapter Eight: Intriguing

—Red—

Red held the café door open for Sans, noting how hard his counterpart was shivering with a frown.

“y’shoulda worn a thicker coat,” Red commented as they took their place at the back of the queue. “yer shakin’ like a fuckin’ maraca.”

“it’s the s-song of my p-people,” Sans snarked back as his teeth chattered.

Red rolled his eyelights, debating if he should offer his coat to Sans, at least to help him warm back up.

“i’ll be fine once i get somethin’ t’ drink,” Sans said, responding to Red’s unasked question like he could read his damn mind.

Sans was looking up at the menu board, hugging himself in an attempt to subdue his shivering.

“RED!”

The loud, cheerful voice broke the general quiet of the café, and made Red tense up.

wait … what’s today?

He pulled out his phone to check and groaned.

Every other week the skeletons had a standing get together at The Parlor. Usually at least a couple of them would show.

Red had it marked on his calendar, he just hadn’t thought to look at it before he texted Sans.

He was a fucking moron.

Fuck.

He wondered if he could get away with not responding. If somehow Blue would think he had the wrong skeleton.

… right, like there’s more’n one of me.

Red turned toward Blue’s voice, plastering a smile on his face and bracing himself for who might be there.

Mutt and Stretch were looking between him and Sans. Stretch’s expression was openly curious, like he had found a particularly interesting shiny thing that he couldn’t wait to take apart.

Mutt, on the other hand, had a grin that was wide and sharp. It was a grin that Red knew all too well. He was in for a whole mountain of bullshit from that one.

Black had his skull in a ledger, coffee cup abandoned on the table in front of him. As usual he seemed to be working in his time off. Fucking workaholic.

Blue was standing and waving, excited and bright as always. He didn’t seem to notice (or care) that he was bothering other patrons with his antics.

And Papyrus …

Papyrus wasn’t looking at Red at all. Hs eyelights were focused on Sans with an expression that set Red’s instincts screaming, although he wasn’t sure what they were saying.

Then he seemed to notice Red looking at him and the expression was gone. Replaced with a grin as wide as Blue’s, unthreatening and kind.

Red almost doubted he had seen the look Papyrus had shot Sans.

Almost.

“RED!” Papyrus called out, causing more customers to glare at the table of skeletons. Red could hear some of them muttering complaints to one another. A couple got up and left, taking their drinks with them. “COME JOIN US!”

A pit formed in his core.

Red wanted to accept the invitation, but something about Papyrus was making him uneasy. He trusted his instincts, especially when he couldn’t figure out why they were freaking the fuck out.

He also didn’t want to abandon Sans. He was an asshole, but he wasn’t rude.

“go talk to them,” Sans said, so quiet the words were almost lost to the background murmur of the café.

Red spun on him, his full attention on the other in an instant.

Sans’ eyelight flickered at Red before returning to the menu boards that he was staring at, unblinking. “i can order if ya … if you tell me what you want. i actually got the g this time.”

Red stared at Sans, his mind a jumble as misfitting pieces of a puzzle started to resolve themselves, just a little.

“i ain’t ditchin’ ya,” Red growled. “if it got back t’ the boss i wouldn’t hear the end of it.”

Sans was still in his casual, lazy slouch - but it was no longer casual or lazy. Red hadn’t noticed before but Sans was … tense.

A wire, ready to snap with just a little more pressure.

Scared.

The line moved and Sans took a measured step forward with it, leaving Red a step behind him. He tipped his head back, looking at Red out of the corner of an eye socket.

“it’s not ditching if I tell ya-“ he flinched, changing the word partway through, “-ou … you to do it.”

His grin was too wide. Too tight at the edges.

“if you don’t you’ll spend the entire time glancing over at them like a schoolgirl with a crush. just go.”

“i ain’- !“ Red began. His words were cut off with the pop of displaced air that came with shortcuts. A heavy weight rested on his shoulders, nearly knocking him over.

“heya Red,” Mutt said in a lazy drawl, his eyelights fixed on Sans. “gonna introduce me t’ yer date?”

“git offa me!” Red snarled in response, shoving the other away. Red glared up at Mutt as he snarled, “ya already know sans, asshole.”

“weird,” Mutt said as he continued to leer at Sans, who had his back carefully to Red and the interloper. Red could see his head was cocked just a little, listening to their conversation. “i thought that was sans. i take it yer little ‘date’ went well, then?”

Red flinched at the barely concealed mockery in Mutt’s voice, tensing for half a soulbeat. He dug his wallet from his pocket and shoved it toward Sans.

“mocha. small. double chocolate. get it t’go.”

“sure,” Sans agreed with a nod. The tattered trifold disappearing into his own hoodie pocket.

Red grabbed the ring of Mutt’s collar to drag him back to the table with the others.

He’d almost figured out the damned, infuriating puzzle that was Sans.

He wasn’t about to let Mutt fuck it up.

—Sans—

Sans watched Red drag Mutt away with a half-hearted smile. His soul clenched with desperate want, and he turned away before he could meet anyone’s eyelights.

They were staring at him. He could feel it.

He clenched his fists in his hoodie pockets, fighting the urge to scratch at the back of his neck. Trying to ignore the way his bones prickled uncomfortably with shame and fear.

He repeated Red’s order to himself softly, a mantra. He didn’t want to mess it up.

“small mocha, double chocolate, to go.”

Today had been enough of a disaster.

Sans should have never agreed to come out when he still had a visible bruise. Red had been tense since seeing it, even when he changed the subject. He kept glancing at the back of Sans’ hoodie, as if he could see the injury through the fabric.

Of course, Sans’ slip (heh) up of an explanation hadn’t helped.

His only excuse was being exhausted. Papyrus hadn’t let up on him after their fight, waking him early every day and sending him out to find a job.

(at least he was sleeping deeply enough that he didn’t have nightmares.)

He wasn’t getting enough sleep. He’d fallen back to his old go-to explanation: a smile and a pun about ice and slippers. He hadn’t updated it since they’d left the Underground.

He hadn’t needed to.

(had it really been that long since someone cared enough to ask?)

“small mocha, double chocolate, to go.”

Sans allowed himself a glance at the table, watching as Red talked with the others. He looked serious, and Sans wondered what they were talking about.

Red shifted and Sans saw a hint of the red of Pap’s scarf. He looked away, focusing on the menu board, hoping he hadn’t been caught staring.

Papyrus.

He wasn’t going to be happy that Sans was out with Red. Again.

He was supposed to be finding a job.

(a job Sans was increasingly thinking he wasn’t going to find.)

“small mocha, double chocolate, to go.”

A solitary night job was one thing. Finding a solitary day job was futile. The few places that had even bothered to call him back hadn’t had positions open that were away from … people. Cashiering and waitstaff jobs were plentiful. Jobs that limited his outside contact were few.

He hadn’t even bothered mentioning the callbacks to Papyrus.

(why bother when he’d … )

“small mocha, double chocolate, to go.”

He pulled his wallet from his pocket, counting out the G for two drinks so he wasn’t doing it at the counter. He left Red’s wallet where it was. He had been saving up, wanting to repay Red for his generosity.

He was able to pay.

He wanted to.

“Hello! Welcome to The Parlor,” the girl behind the register said. A cat monster, pale fur and (appropriately) a Cheshire grin. “What can I get you?”

“Uh … ” Sans stuttered as he forgot how to talk for a moment. He shook his head, trying to clear it. “Two small mochas. Double chocolate. To go. Please.”

“Certainly!” Cheshire smiled. She grabbed two small cups and a pen. “And your name?”

The girl misheard, or he mumbled too much, a mistake Sans only caught when he watched her hand the cups to a coworker.

SANDS

He chuckled, knowing there was some rite of passage to having a barista spell your name wrong. He wandered over to the pickup window, trying to think of a good pun or joke to use with it.

He wondered if he could make Red laugh.

—Red—

Halfway back to the table, Red lost his nerve. He let go of Mutt’s collar and approached the table with a small wave.

His off hand was clenched tightly deep in his pocket.

“didn’t expect t’ see yeh all here,” he said. He grunted as Mutt leaned on him again, arms crossed over his head. He shoved at the taller skeleton, but Mutt seemed determined to annoy him.

“WE DID NOT EXPECT TO SEE YOU, EITHER!” Blue said with a frown. “YOU HAVEN’T BEEN AROUND MUCH.”

“yeah,” Stretch agreed. He leaned back, balancing precariously as he sipped on his coffee. “when was the last poker night? must’ve been at least a month ago. feels like it’s been more’n that.”

Papyrus was looking toward the registers, expression and demeanor neutral.

“been busy,” Red said with a shrug, desperately hoping no one asked for particulars.

“SO HAS EDGE,” Blue said as his frown deepened. He pointed accusingly at his alternate, who hadn’t stopped looking through the ledger in front of him. “YOU’RE STARTING TO BE AS BAD AS BLACK!”

“IT IS BECOMING A PROBLEM,” Papyrus agreed as he focused back on the conversation, turning his frown to the coffee mug in front of him. “I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO DISCUSS PUZZLE TECHNIQUES IN AGES.”

“I COULD TALK TO YOU ABOUT PUZZLE DESIGN!” Blue argued, eyes bright, excited by the idea.

“AND IF I WANT TO TALK ABOUT PUZZLES THAT CAN BE SOLVED WITH WIT ALONE, I WILL TALK TO YOU IMMEDIATELY,” Papyrus said with a bright smile.

Pride soothed, Blue returned the smile. He jumped when his phone began to vibrate in his pocket.

“OH! STARS,” he said as he pulled it out to silence it. “I HADN’T REALIZED HOW LATE IT WAS. PAPYRUS? STRETCH? WE SHOULD GET READY TO GO. THE MOVIE IS STARTING SOON!”

“THEN WE SHOULD LEAVE POSTHASTE!” Papyrus said, standing and pulling a thick coat around his shoulders.

“WE CAN AT LEAST SAY OUR ‘GOODBYES,’ PAPYRUS,” Blue said with a laugh. “WE’RE NOT GOING TO MISS ANYTHING.”

“TO BE GREAT ONE MUST ALWAYS ARRIVE AT LEAST FIFTEEN MINUTES EARLY. NOT A MOMENT SOONER, NOR LATER!” Papyrus secured his scarf with a flourish.

Blue frowned, glancing toward the registers.

“PAPYRUS, ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T WANT TO SAY ‘HI’ TO SA - “

“STRETCH! THE CINEMA ON FOURTH STREET, IF YOU WOULD?” Papyrus said sharply, making everyone jump. He blushed, bowing his head. “I’M SORRY. I DO NOT WISH TO MISS THE PREVIEWS.”

“don’t worry about it,” Stretch said as he patted Papyrus’ shoulder. He raised his hand in a wave. “see ya later, red. mutt.” He gave the latter a fist bump. Then he waved a hand in front of Black’s face before saying, “black.”

Before he could respond, Stretch had vanished with Blue and Papyrus.

Black scowled at the empty spot they left, the expression quickly deepening with rage.

“THEY DIDN’T EVEN BOTHER TO CLEAN UP AFTER THEMSELVES!”

Mutt laughed as he wandered around to take a seat next to his brother.

“they were runnin’ late for their show, bro. it’s not like you’ve never left a mess before. remember at … was it breadbasket?”

“HOW WAS I TO KNOW?!” Black responded, defensive and sharp. He hid behind his ledger, only succeeding in making Mutt laugh harder. “THE HUMAN WAITSTAFF HAD BUSSED TABLES NEAR US! I THOUGHT IT WAS PART OF THE OFFERED SERVICES!”

“nowhere that has ya self-serve drinks is gonna bus your tables for you, bro,” Mutt said as his chuckles died down. He wiped at an eye socket with his sleeve.

Red glanced around, checking to see how annoyed the other patrons of the café were at the table’s antics.

He didn’t particularly want to get banned from The Parlor because of the Swapfells.

Sans was leaning against the pick up counter, staring at the floor.

“so, red,” Mutt asked in a low drawl. He was circling the rim of his mug with a finger, leaning lazily on his other hand. His teeth were pulled up in a calculating grin. “whatcha doin’ with sansy?”

“gettin’ coffee,” Red shrugged, “same as you.”

“huh,” Mutt said, sitting up straighter. “i thought yer little ‘date’ happened a month ago?” he frowned. “i didn’t think you’d keep leadin’ him on like this. seems a bit cruel, doncha think?”

“i ain’t leadin’ him nowhere,” Red said, dismissing the accusation.

Mutt looked up, meeting Red’s eyelights. There was a glimmer of something predatory in his eye.

“don’t tell me you caught feelings for him!”

Red glanced behind him, checking that Sans wasn’t coming up to the table. He didn’t want to get caught in some liar-revealed sitcom trope.

Sans was where he’d been the last time Red had checked. Staring at the floor and waiting on their drinks.

“there’s somethin’ weird about him,” Red said as he turned back toward the other two. “i’m tryin’ t’ figure out what it is.”

Mutt frowned, and Black looked up with a raised brow.

“what’s there t’ figure out?” Mutt scoffed with a roll of his eyelights. “papyrus doesn’t like him. pa-py-rus. he likes everyone!”

Red shrugged, unable to do more. He didn’t have time to detail out all the inconsistencies between expectation and reality.

He wasn’t sure how to explain that Sans … didn’t seem to be a bad guy.

That Papyrus might be … wrong.

“there’s somethin’ weird,” Red said, shrugging again as he turned away, waving at the Swapfell brothers over his shoulder. “and i’m gonna figure out what.”

NEXT CHAPTER

[tired-college-student-writing]

Here we go Loopty Loo

Summary: Graduation was supposed to signal the final time they all spent time together at UA, to show they have all grown into the Heros they dreamed of being.

It was supposed to be, but when has anything ever been easy for class 1-A?

Pt1 (HERE)

Pt2

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Loop #82

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Aizawa blinked sluggishly as he pulled his head from his podium and gazed across the classroom with critical eyes. The entire class appeared to slowly be waking up, some at their desks, some from the positions on the floor that they had collapsed into when their sudden lapse of consciousness hit.

Now, Normally, Aizawa would be on high alert in a situation like this, especially on the first day with his new first years, but this was different.

“I get to start with you guys this time,” Shinso piped up, staggering to his feet from where he had been laying in front of Momo’s desk, “Look like all 20 of us are here so no Gen Ed to worry about, or trying to hide anything from someone.”

“That’s a relief,” Mina sighed leaned back, in her seat, “Last time it was such a pain trying to act surprised at the LOV crashing things for Mei’s sake.”

“Momo,” Aizawa cut in, “If you will.”

The girl simply nodded and turned her back to the class as Sato and Shoji moved to stand with their backs to her, blocking her from view entirely as she pulled her shirt up and created the usual items, a large collapsible whiteboard and an array of colorful markers.

Deku silently handed her his lunch in exchange for the items as he and Iida quickly set up the offered materials.

“We all know the rules,” Iida started, writing a large 82 at the top of the board and quickly listing off the rules below, “but I’ll restate them anyways if you would like to complain about this take it up with Sero who forgot to inform us that he was a descendent of All for One in Loop #24 and ended up leaving the LOV quirkless after they tried to kidnap Denki.”

Aizawa simply zoned out at this point, knowing he’d be called in to inform the room of the changes he could recall at the end. It was ritual at this point, though they still could not figure out why they were looping.

When they had first started no one had said anything. Confused past their limits on why they felt like they were doing everything over again, trying hard not to change anything. It wasn’t until the third loop did they realize that while the rest of the world seemed to run as it always did, the nineteen teens and teacher were reliving the years the hero’s spent at high school over and over again.

Mineta seemed to be the only student in 1-A not to remember their previous loops, which made it easier kicking that annoying little grape to the curb the second he could justify it. Luckily during the third loop, Midoriya outshone his original first assessment making it easy for Aizawa to expel the lowest ranking member of their class. When Shinsou had made it into their class before the Sports festival that loop the boy had looked nearly sick.

On the fourth loop, they realized why when he was placed directly into their class at the beginning of the year and he nearly had a panic attack. Not that they could blame him, they had all gone through a similar fate earlier in the loops. Since then they rarely saw Mineta, but having the exact same class every time was never a guarantee.

In fact, there seemed to be very little rules to this whole looping business they have found themselves in.

The class was often the 20 that they had currently, but not always, sometimes having one or more of them fighting out from the Gen Ed classes, or even having another student placed with them.

They were often awoken on the first day before the first Quirk Assessment, but sometimes they wake up earlier, though rarely do they wake up after the assessment. While they had awoken as early as Aizawa’s third year in UA, leaving all of the students forced to grow up from age two with teenage memories, the latest they had ever woken up was after Deku and Bakugo’s first fight.

They almost always were planning their respective roles as students and teachers in UA training to be heroes, quirks, and appearances intact, but every once in a while…

“The Bakusquad have all switched quirks,” Mina called once the rules were listed, “I have Electrification, Denki got Hardening, Katsuki got Acid, Hanta got Explosion and Eijiro got Tape.”

Tenya nodded, “I believe that the Dekusquad is the same, with the exceptions of Tsu and Izuku, seeing as I have zero gravity.  Shoto and Ochaco?”

“Endeavor was very mad when my exhaust pipes popped out,” The still split haired boy said with a slight grin, “He was sure I’d be his perfect child with my appearance.”

“How pissed is he going to be when I use Half-Cold Half-Hot during the SPorts festival?” Ochaco asked, letting ice and fire form on her hands, curiously on the opposite sides to Shoto.

“Enough that we’ll want all the pictures,” Izuku chimed in, “I still have One for All, so no need to worry about that. Anyone else switch?”

Turns out that yes, this was a quirk shuffling loop. Shinsou, Kyoka, Ojiro, Momo, Toru, and Sato all kept their quirks the same, but while Koda and Shoji had kept their appearances, the tall boy now possessed Anivoice while the shy boy could transform all his limbs and even spout additional limbs if he wished.

The other switch that made the entire class start laughing however was when Dark Shadow made an appearance, only for the source not to be the blushing emo bird-like they all expected.

No, the shadow appeared from Yuga, the boy still twinkling with mirth as Fumikage mumbled the confirmation that he possessed Navel Laser.

Slowly the entire classroom came back to each other, after all this wasn’t the oddest thing they’ve had to deal with during the loops. No other relevant information surfaced, as the students voiced other minor changes they could remember.

Finally, they turned to Aizawa with a single question on their mind. He decided to draw it out some.

“Seems like I’m dating Tensei this time,” He hummed, “I also have a ring stashed away, but worried it would be weird to propose with Tenya in my class.”

Iida snorted, “Interesting, We’ll talk about how to ask him later. Now answer the question, sensei.”

“What question?”

“Oh come on Sensei,” Denki groaned, “Do you still have erasure?”

“Ah,” He hummed, scratching his cheek in thought, “Nope,”

Before his students could start pestering further, the door swung open and All Might popped in, “I AM HERE!”

“Yagi!” The teens cheered as the hero powered down, his thousand-watt smile not dimming in the slightest.

The skeleton of a man had apparently been looping with them from the start, even though it took them much longer to notice then it probably should have, even if the kind man had forgiven them entirely too easy for leaving him on his own until they all noticed in the twelfth loop. Now he was practically Aizawa’s co-homeroom teacher, encouraging all of the students to call him Toshinori, though they usually stuck to his family name as they did with Aizawa.

Izuku squinted at him, always the first to notice the difference with the older man, “You’re not quirkless.”

Heads snapped up as the blond man let out a full belly laugh, “Nope, it looks like the previous users shuffled quirks around a tiny bit, my boy.”

“Neat,” Aizawa said from behind the current #1. The man yelped, coughing blood slightly making the excited whispers from the students cease as they slowly turned back to where Aizawa still leaned against the podium on the other side of the room.

“Oh shit,” Shinsou mumbled, only to jump as another copy appears behind him, smacking the back of his head lightly.

“Language.”

“Copy,” Iida hummed, jotting it down, “Though it seems to work different then Ectoplasm’s clones. Anything else we should know?”  

One copy of the homeroom teacher shrugged, “Hizashi named me Agent Emulation this time.”

The one still leaning on the podium gave a slight smile, “I like Eraserhead better, but oh well.”

“Oh you’ve almost finished,” Toshinori said reading over the list, “This should be an interesting loop.”

“Just need your contribution, Toshi,” The clone next to All Might hummed, “So which of the six or seven quirks do you have on top of One for All?”

Instead of answering, the blond wrapped an arm around the clone and started floating towards the ceiling, earning a startled yelp as the Aizawa wrapped around him in shock.

Midoriya smiled sadly at the display, “Float, Nana’s quirk.”

After so many loops, there wasn’t much the group didn’t know about each other, so no one commented on the late-mentor, as Yagi slowly sank back to the floor with a chuckle as the clone dissipated in his grip with Aizawa pouting at the front of the room.

“Anything else to add?” he grumbled with no real heat.

“Oh!” Yagi said as if remembering, “I’m married in this go around!”

“Ooooh,” Toru cooed, “Who is it? Is it David or Tsukauchi this time?”

Yagi laughed a little uncomfortably, “Actually it’s Atsuhiro Sako, better known as Mr. Compass. It seems neither one of us is aware of the others… activities.”

“WHAT!?”

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So this is just a fun little story I’m gonna have fun with. Each chapter will be a loop or multiple loops exploring similar topics and just being all around fun and slightly cracky. 

Feel free to suggest an idea if you have one!

[fastidious-and-a-mess]

Summary/synopsis: after a particularly bad breakup just as college finals have finished, you find yourself getting absolutely shit-faced in a local pub. As is not unusual, some guy, also pretty shit-faced, notices you and the ever predictable, somewhat pitiful, attempt at a hook up proceeds. This time, however, due your current life situations, you decide to just go with it. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? You’re never gonna see him again, right? This blonde douche won’t ever come up again, right? Not too much later, you realize that may not have been the safest bet to make.

Author’s note: this is my first fic of real people, and the first I plan on actually finishing, so yeah, don’t have any high expectations. This can be read as Roger Taylor or Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor, thigh I wrote it with Ben in mind. So, enjoy. Hopefully

Warnings: language, excessive drinking, implied sex (not explicit)

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“What?! Are you kidding me?!” I scream into the phone. “What the HELL, Peter?! Are you seriously breaking up with me?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but it just isn’t working out,” I hear his voice through the speaker.

“I thought we were fine. I thought we were better than fine. What happened? What changed?” I couldn’t believe this.

Silence. And then, “I met someone else,” his voice was quiet, soft, almost sounding comforting, had it not been for the words coming out of his mouth.

“W-What?” I was now struggling to hold back tears, and my voice had quieted considerably. “Someone else?!” I was no longer quiet, to say the least.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I just-“ he began.

“Save it. How long?” I‘m not in the mood for his bullshit excuses. More silence. “How long?!”

“A few months. Y/N, I’m sorry! I just didn’t, couldn’t feel the same way anymore.”

“Wow. Wow, ok. Well then I guess we’re done here, huh?” I can’t muster very much emotion right now, I’m just too broken by this all.

“Y/N, listen, I’m so-“

“Goodbye Peter,” I‘m really not in the mood for more of his bullshit excuses.

“Wait, Y/-“ I hang up before he can even finish my name. God, I love it when he says my name. Did love it. Loved it. Not anymore. I never want to hear his stupid fucking voice ever again.

With my heart broken, mind scattered, eyes full of yet-to-falls tears, and clock reading 11:24 pm, I figure it‘s an acceptable time for a drink. So I grab a jacket and head out to the local small pub.

There really only is one to go to, not a very large town, mostly college kids. So it doesn’t take me very long to reach it, even just walking. By the time I enter the door, it must be around 10 til midnight. I still haven’t shed a single tear. Maybe I’m broken, who knows?

Anyway, I walk through the entrance into the dark pub. It isn’t really a pub, more like a pub/bar/club combination, but everyone just calls it the Pub. Its dark, dank, the neon signs flickering, trying their best to illuminate the darkness. There are few dim overhead lights that did little to help. A bar to left, a stage to back, a staircase leading up a level on the right, nothing too different or unique. It’s smells just like every other bar/pub, like alcohol, people, adrenaline, and exhaustion, with maybe a hint or cigarettes.

I head on over to the bar, sitting at a stool closer to the mostly empty stage and order “just a beer, please. Any beer.” The bartender nods silently and goes off to grab me my drink. Right now, I just need a distraction.

Just as he hands me a generic bottled beer, the small crowd that’s gathered at the front near the stage starts cheering. A glance to my left shows me the few people who were in the back near the entrance migrating toward to stage. A glance to my right shows me the reason is a band has gotten up on stage; a singer, guitarist, bassist, and drummer; the typical collection. One final glance back in front of me decides it isn’t worth my time to watch or listen to them now, not with how I‘m feeling. So I let me head fall down, every now and again tipping it back to drink from my bottle.

I go through a few more bottles, and as I’m still sitting here drinking, the music from up on stage starts creeping into my ears. It’s actually quite pleasant. So I finish off my... fourth? Fifth? My fifth beer, hop down from my stool, and make my through the throngs of people up to the stage. The music is much louder up close, and I can really hear them now. They sound good. Really good. Great even. The singer has the voice of a rock god, and a smooth angel simultaneously; it’s mesmerizing. The bassist is doing his own thing, hopping around on stage to the beat, seemingly lost in his own world. The guitarist is very physically enthusiastic, often interacting with the singer, both of whom are pretty fun to watch. Most interesting, however, is the drummer in the back. Half concealed by shadows, the drummer has his eyes closed as he rolls through the motions he must have practiced a zillion times before, they seem so natural.

The song ends, they start another, but not before the singer declares “thank you all for coming out tonight darlings, we love you!”

As I’m standing there, in front of the stage, surrounded by other drunk people, the dim lights being the only light in my life, I decide oh what the hell? The band plays their last song of the night, and I let lose completely. With my eyes closed, I give up total control of my limbs and let the music puppet me instead. I’ve had enough heaviness for tonight, I’m just going to entirely let go. My hips swing, my arms flail, my feet bounce around, my head sways, and, if only for a moment, I feel weightless. After what feels like an eternity in just a few seconds, the song ends. I come down from euphoric high off the music, and return to my stool at the bar, ordering another beer.

A few minutes later, from behind I hear a “Hey.”

I turn around, and there’s a blond guy standing back to my left. He’s wearing a mostly open white button down very loosely tucked into some dark pants and some borderline work boots that are really more casual with a leather-like jacket on top of everything. I recognize him as the drummer from the band that was playing. “Hi,” I respond.

“I noticed you dancing in the crowd earlier tonight, you’re very pretty, really let loose. I like that,” he sat down next to me. Now at this point, I’m already piss drunk, and in a very confused mood. On the one hand, Peter fucking cheated on me, but other than that, tonight’s actually been pretty fun. So I have a decision to make; this guy obviously wants to get in my pants, do I let him?

“Why thanks you, I’m not usually that like. Or this. Drunk, I mean. Wow, my words aren’t working,” I blurb out. Man, I’m wasted.

He chuckled a little at me, “I’m Roger, the drummer.”

“I know, I saw you. And what I mean to say was, I’m not usually like that. I don’t usually get this wasted, but tonight’s... special,” my words seemed to be working now, and the last one trailed off a bit.

“Oh really? What’s so special?”

I hesitated. It isn’t really any of his business. But I mean, why not? “My boyfriend’s apparently been cheating on my for the past, psshhh, six? Yeah, six months now. He just told me about an hours ago, over the phone. Said he didn’t love me anymore, didn’t know if he ever really did. So I broke up with him. Well I mean, I said the words. He made it obvious he was done with me. So now here I am. Getting absolutely shit-faced, hoping it helps.”

“Has it?”

“Helped?” I look at him for a moment, then turn back in front of me.

“Yeah.”

“It has. The music especially, gave me a nice euphoric high for a few minutes. You’re really good. You, and the band.”

“Thanks, we try. So are you doing anything tonight? For the rest of it, at least.” Ah, there it is. As always, the “so are you down for a hookup?” question they think you never notice. I don’t exactly have anything to lose, so I make another oh what the hell decision.

“If you play your cards right, maybe,” I respond, turning back to him. A smirk tugs at his lips, he knows he’s been successful.

“Well lucky me then, huh?”

“Like I said, if you play your cards right,” I signal for the bartender and order another beer, probably my last. Roger gets one too, and we have a pretty flirty conversation. He covers all the drinks, probably another play to get into my pants, but I don’t mind.

I’ve heard rumors of Roger Taylor, everyone has. Charming, seductive, suggestive, ladies’ man Roger Taylor. I never really thought he’d actually be a pleasant conversationalist, though. I was wrong. We talk for a while, both getting increasingly more wasted until I can hardly form coherent sentences, much less thoughts.

“Hey,” I slur, “you wanna get out of here?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” his words are almost as messy as mine. The bar has started spinning at this point. He takes my hand, entwining our fingers as he pulls me off the bar stool. He leads me to the entrance of the building, pulls me outside, and as soon as the door is closed behind me, I’m pinned to it. He has me trapped, not that I mind, and he pushes his lips into mine. He tastes bitter and smoky, like beer and cigarettes, but it’s almost addictive. I can’t get enough.

He moves down to my neck, and I mumble a “I love a few blocks away.” I can feel him smiling into my skin.

“Good.”

Twenty minutes later, the front door is closed behind us and once again I’m pinned. This time though, it doesn’t last as long, as soon I’m pulling him upstairs while taking his jacket off. He smiles into the kisses again, and we’ve soon reached my bedroom. At this point, he’s lost his jacket and shirt, as well as both shoes and a sock and I’ve lost my jacket, both my shoes, and the jeans I was wearing, leaving me in my top, socks, and underwear. The room is spinning even more, trying to have any understandable thoughts is a lost cause, besides maybe more. So that’s what happens, more. The rest is just a blur.

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So that was part 1. Not sure how satisfied I am with the ending but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. You can be expecting a part 2, whether anyone cares or not lol. I enjoyed writing this, it was fun, so if you have any suggestions or ideas or anything, please feel to send them in, I’d love to hear from you! Thanks again.

Part 2

[sher-soc-the-famder]

4 +MOXIETY BC I LOV U

Title: That’s How You Know

Pairings: Moxiety, background Logince

Warnings: NONE HAVE SOME WONDERFUL PURE FLUFF

Word Count: 2748

Summary: “Logan,” Virgil accosted the other side in the hallway, “I need your guys help with something.”

Patton loved Virgil, he adored the other side with all of his heart and his soul and his emotions and his heart- wait. But the most important thing was that he loved Virgil, and Virgil loved him back! It didn’t matter that Virgil wasn’t one for huge shows of affection.

Patton could content himself with their love being an understood thing. Patton loved the small touches and the hesitant words of comfort and simply curling up with Virgil every night. He could ignore the sharp ache of envy every time Roman swept Logan off his feet, or when Logan set up something that left Roman a blushing stuttering mess. Virgil loved it when Patton set up their dates anyways, it was fine.

Besides! (Ha, sides) The way Virgil turned red when they brushed hands was adorable. Patton didn’t need large, romantic, out of this world gestures. Virgil was making strides to be more open in the first place and Patton was so proud of him! The anxious side had been getting better about asking for affection and snuggles and reassurance. And Patton was so! so! Proud!

But well, Patton sighed as he adjusted his hoodie in the mirror, it would be nice even if he didn’t need it.

He reached up and poked at his own cheek, trying to draw out more than the strained smile on his face. He wasn’t sad, and he wasn’t tired, so Patton didn’t know why he couldn’t pull on a smile. He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his fingers in the sleeves of his hoodie, trying to pull up a picture that would make him grin without fail.

The look on Virgil’s face when they first started dating. A blush doting his cheeks, but the widest grin on his face. Virgil’s eyes had sparkled and Patton remembered the warmth of Virgil’s hands in his own, the light squeeze that Virgil had given them and the way that it had left soft fuzzy feelings in Patton’s chest that were still there.

His eyes fluttered back open and he was greeted with a soft smile on his own reflection. “Today’s going to be a great day!” Patton told himself, and the smile grew into a grin. See! One obstacle out of the way already! He was doing amazing already!

Patton left his room with a bounce in his step, and headed towards the kitchen to start breakfast for the rest of his famILY.

Logan turned a page of the book he was reading, and didn’t look up as Patton entered. Patton blinked at the large bouquet of purple flowers that sat in the center of the table, but shrugged it off and glanced around for the others. The white card that sat in the middle of them was most likely for Logan, Roman was the romantic after all.

“Good morning Lo!” Patton greeted, “Where are the kiddos at today?”

“A good morning to you too, Patton,” Logan returned and closed his book with a gentle snap. Patton wondered at the almost mischievous look in Logan’s eyes, and the way Logan’s lips quirked upwards. “As for where the other two are-” Logan pushed the large bouquet of flowers towards him, “-I am to understand that you need to find out?”

Patton tilted his head in confusion but approached the flowers and plucked the card out form them. Up close, he could make out his name written in jagged script along the top of it and he realized that they were purple because that was Virgil’s color. Patton blinked back tears and reached out to run a finger along one of the softer petals in the bunch.“Morning Glories,” Logan said, and Patton was too overwhelmed to try and figure out what emotion was behind his soft eyes. “During Victorian times they symbolized love and affection, though in Chinese Folklore, they represented a single day for lovers to meet. Some think that they could also be symbols of soaking up the sun and it’s healing energies as Morning Glories are well known for blooming in the morning.”Logan plucked one of the smaller flowers out and tucked it behind Patton’s ear. Patton beamed at him through the tears and Logan grinned back, “Lilacs,” Logan continued as Patton clutched the card to his chest, caught by Logan’s words and too mezzmerized to open it. “Which are in fact the reason that light purple is colloquially associated with the color.”

“Cow-lick-a-lot?”

“Co-llo-qui-al-ly, an informal way of speaking,” Logan explained, and Patton giggled at the face he made. “But to continue, while the purple lilacs are known for spirituality, the color symbolizes first love. Most people consider it a symbol of early love in a relationship.”Logan tugged at Patton’s hands and flipped the card open.Hoping Thistle cheer you up if you follow the clues

Patton laughed at the same moment that Logan groaned. “Thistle, which mean anything from bravery, determination, devotion, durability, or strength, deserves better than-” Logan wrinkled his nose, “-that.”“Come on Logan! It’s not that bud,” Patton said and grinned as Logan threw his hands in the air. “But what clue is Virgil talking about?”Logan stopped muttering, and his eyes softened again. “I believe that he means the flowers themselves. Seeing as he left them with me to give you before rushing off to resume setting up the rest.”

“The flowers?” Patton murmured, and tapped his chin with the card in his hands. Love and affection, soaking up the sun, first love, early love, bravery-

He snapped his fingers excitedly, “The- the- the- the- the one place!”

Patton whirled on his heels and sprinted off, missing the fond grin that Logan sent at his back. “Idiots,” the logical side said warmly, before turning back to his book.

The library- not the Memory Archives but the library- held all of Thomas’s daydreams, each spine holding obscure titles and the name of the side responsible for it. Roman certainly had done a lot of work to fill out the shelves! But that wasn’t why Patton was racing through the shelves.

In the back corner, where most of Virgil’s imaginations were kept, was a large bean bag that was angled just right so the sunlight would hit it. Virgil used to use it when he had wanted to avoid the others, but after opening up the small corner of peace had been introduced to the others.

It was also the place where they had confessed to each other.

Patton grinned triumphantly at the hand bound notebook that lay in the middle of the bean bag. He scooped it up and cuddled it to his chest happily, flopping back onto the bean bag. The leather was smooth against his hands and Patton spent a moment just admiring the love that had went into the craftsmanship. It wasn't as detailed as any of Roman's many, many gifts but Patton adored it just as much if not more because of the fact that Virgil had tried just for him.

Patton flipped it open, excited for the next clue, but found himself blinking back tears at what was written on the first page instead.

Things I love about you

“Aw, kiddo,” Patton whispered, wiping at his eyes, “You know I'm a crier.”

His heart felt to big for his chest, and Patton couldn't wipe the grin from his face. His fingers tingled with warmth, happiness and love and gratitude flowing through him. He didn't know what he did to deserve Virgil in his life, but he knew that it had to have been spectacular! A spectacular act for a spectacular side!

He skimmed the book quickly, eager to see what else Virgil had planned for the day. Patton pouted when the next clue didn't just jump out at him like the last one had and he traced the imprints on the cover in thought. There wasn't anything different about any of the words Virgil had written and it didn't look like there anything special about the shapes Virgil had written them in.

Patton's hand swept up and down then over and in a straight line before going back up again, following a particularly deep imprint. He froze and traced it again. Down, over, up, a zig-zag and then back down.

A crown!

The next clue was with Roman!

Patton pumped his fist in the air and did a quick victory dance. He clutched the card and book to his chest as he does off. Roman would be in his room at this time of day, usually brainstorming for Thomas’s next video. Though Patton had a feeling (ha!) that Roman's usual routine would be a little off.

“Roman? Kiddo?” Patton knocked on the door to Roman’s room, and yelped as he found himself dragged in by the collar of his shirt.

“Padre!” Roman cheered, “I have been enlisted in the noble quest of spreading your true love’s message for the day! The romance! The excitement! Oooooh it’s all just so cute!” The prince bounced on the balls of his feet as he dragged Patton further into his room, through the door into the Imagination. “Of course, it will never measure up to the adoration and perfection of my own love, but as a connoisseur of all things romantic I can admit that it comes close to the top!”

“Come come come!” Roman ushered him into what looked like a tailor’s shop as Patton’s head spun from Roman’s excited chatter and the sudden rush of people that surrounded him. “I have two quests I must accomplish for our own Purple People Eater, and a deadline to meet! Chop chop people, it’s time to pull an Honor for Us All!”

It felt amazingly like Patton blinked at the imaginary people around him were stepping back and handing him a mirror. His hair had been styled carefully and a carefully pressed light blue suit had replaced his normal outfit. They had left the lilac Logan had tucked in his hair, and Patton felt a lot like Logan in that moment.Roman let out a squeal and wrapped his arms around Patton. “Look at you! Ugh, you’re going to blow Virge away looking like this! Just not in the Hamilton sense. But one quest down and we must press onward to the second!”

Patton giggled, letting Roman drag him along through the kingdom enthusiastically. Along the edges of the town, a brand new stage rose towards the sky. Roman grinned and geastured proudly at it. The red curtains caught the light and Patton slapped enthusiastically at the sight.

“Goodness Roman you’ve outdone yourself this time!”

Roman preened, “Why thank you Puff Love! It is one of my best works if I’m honest. Which I am! Take a seat and enjoy our new state of the art theater! Design by and brought to you by yours truly! Did I mention that I also built it?”

Patton gave his arm a pat, and grinned, “It’s amazing kiddo! ….what does it do?”Roman’s grin was blinding. “Why for the moment, until we need it for something else, it plays a message from Uncle Fester-ing Emotions to you! One that, yes I admit, I also helped craft.” Patton raised an eyebrow at him and Roman’s expression turned petulant, “Ok fine it was mostly Virgil, but I still helped!”

“I’m sure it’s just as astounding as you are,” Patton reassured and Roman’s grin returned.

“Of course it is! Ah, but I am holding up true loves path, shame on me! Without further ado!” Roman snapped his fingers and stepped back. The lights dimmed and the red curtains rose with a quiet whoosh. The light wavered and then solidified into Virgil, hair wild and his normal hoodie wrinkled.

Virgil ran a hand through his hair and snarled at something that Patton couldn’t see- or more likely, someone. “You sure this is going to work, Princey?”“Yes! Come on Down with a Mental Illness, have a little faith in me. I’m Creativity! This is what I do!” Roman’s voice came from somewhere off the stage. “Now get started!”

Virgil coughed, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair again. Patton leaned forward to stare at the light dusting of blush along Virgil’s cheek. The image muttered under his breath about Roman’s dramatics and how he’d have his revenge before looking up and seeming to meet Patton’s eyes. The moral side’s breath caught.

“Hey Pat,” Virgil said, his mouth quirking up into a soft grin, “I mean, I’m hoping your Pat and that you can make it this far, and that you don’t mind watching-”

“Get on with it!”“-me murder Roman,” Virgil continued without missing a beat, and his grin turned mischievous, “I know you care about him but seeing as I’m clearly the favorite.” Patton giggled, letting out a full blown laugh as the recording bickered back and forth. Patton grinned, soft and loving as Virgil’s shoulders relaxed at Roman’s distraction and Patton made a mental note to find some way to thank the prince after all this.“Anyways,” Virgil cleared his throat again, “For your next clue, I was uh, I mean, that is- Iwasgoingtosingforyou.”

Patton felt heat creep up his cheeks and he pressed a hand to his mouth as Virgil shuffled on the stage.

“How does he know,” Virgil started, his voice croaky from nerves before smoothing out into the melodious voice they all shared. “You love him. How does he know, he’s yours.”Patton sighed dreamily, and wanted to get lost in the sound of Virgil’s voice. In the love and determination to see this through. He blinked as Virgil hit the second verse and jolted in place. Right! He was supposed to be doing something!

“The clue!” Patton shouted to himself, snapping out of his lovesick daze. “Enchanted!” He scrambled out of his seat and raced back towards the commons, “Enchanted!”

Roman sighed as he watched Patton run off. “True love.” His eyes sharpened, “But! I cannot let another upstage me as a side of Romance! LOGAN! Logan, dearest! I have the most wonderful idea for a date!”

~~

Patton scrambled at the cupboards that held all of their movies and tugged the copy of Enchanted out of its spot. The book and card sat next to him as he opened the case and let out a crow of triumph at the paper he found within.

I know it hasn’t been a Picnic but you’re almost there. There’s a surprise waiting for you outside

Patton gasped excitedly, gathering his newest treasures up and raced for the door. The suit Roman had put him in was wrinkled and the tie had come loose, but Patton’s eyes sparkled and there was a bounce in every step he took. The sun had started to set and it cast the porch to their home a deep golden glow.

Soft music drifted across the scene, broken only by Virgil’s frantic murmurs as he adjusted everything to perfection. Patton stode at the doorway, soaking the whole thing in. The candles laid out along the banister, the picnic table covered in cloth and with the bouquet from earlier as the centerpiece. Steaming food, Patton was pretty certain that he saw a cat plushie tucked under the table and-

And the whole thing was nothing compared to the way the sunlight caught in Virgil’s hair and oh dear, he was crying again. Patton pressed a hand to his mouth and sobbed from how much he loved this man before him.

Virgil whirled on his heels, panic overtaking his face.

“Patton!” Virgil crossed the porch in three swift steps, hands fluttering around his boyfriend. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I thought you’d like it, I really did, we can- wait no, shit-”Patton reached out and wrapped Virgil into the tightest hug he could manage, voice croaky as he asked, “You did all this for me?”Slowly, Virgil relaxed and returned his hold, thin arms wrapping around him in turn. “Yeah, um, I mean, of course. Is- was it not okay?”Patton shook his head violently, “No!” He looked up at Virgil. “It was perfect! Just what I needed!”Virgil returned his watery grin with a soft hesitant smile, and Patton adored him with all his heart and soul and emotions. He didn’t need huge shows of affections, but sometimes-

But sometimes Virgil could tell when he wanted them.

[ofhalfwaya]

shelby speaks.  this is my list for the positivity meme! you guys can keep sending them in & i will continue to update this list! a general reminder that i love all of you , so so so much. length varies simply bc i started to get extremely repetitive , but i will , message you guys more if you think! it’s not enough! i’m splitting this into TWO PARTS , because i had a lot of urls sent to me! i will , finish them sometime tonight or tomorrow, 100%.

THIS IS PART ONE OF THIS POSITIVITY MEME.

@totheband

ray , you beautiful godly being. i don’t even know where to begin. you and every character that you play are so so so important to me. from thinking you hated me to now, with us having 7 paragraph messages about characters? it’s literally incredible to think of how much you mean to me. it started as a quiet admiration from afar to this, where i literally have 4 different sor related twitters because of you ( not that i’m complaining, i absolutely adore this ). there is absolutely no one else i can see writing dewey finn. absolutely no one else. & i take that very seriously, because i’m always open for interpretations , but yours is so unique and special and captures him in such a way that you ARE him , and that’s enough for me to never want to write with someone else. && i genuinely mean it. i also never expect to get here , where i ship dewey & amelie in every sense of friendship or love , and how excited i get every time i get to interact with any of your characters. 

but you , as a person, completely makes this whole thing for me. you’re so sweet , and kind , and just a lovely person that deserves nothing less than incredible things. every single day , you make me smile !!!! and that’s amazing !!!!!! you’re so talented and i am so excited to see where you go in life! i’m so happy you’ve continued and pushed for your theatre major and you DESERVE to follow your passion. i love you SO much.

@withasigh

LOTTIE , MY LOVE!  you and your characters, all of them , are so incredible. seriously , they are. i love them , so so so so much.  wow , i still cannot believe how much you trust me with a character you put so much effort into , it LITERALLY boggles my mind every time i think about it. it means so much to me????? && your wayne, specifically , god. it’s so incredible , i cannot imagine writing with anyone else?????? i just feel that it’s him , and there’s nothing else to that. you’ve helped me so much with developing alice & getting her to a place to where we could plot it out and just .... talk for hours ab bandstand and even though it’s closed now, we have THIS and it means so much to me.

YOU ARE LITERALLY THE BIGGEST SWEETHEART. i’m not even kidding , lottie , i will never forget you giving me this playbill. i remember when you told me and i !!!!! was SO excited !!!!! and then , i just came home from school and it was THERE and i started sobbing and i didn’t stop like , all day. you literally made the best day ever happen for me. you mean the world to me & i can never thank you enough. i love you so much , lottie!!!

@heartreveals / @sacrificeherself 

zoe , i’m always heart eyes at your portrayal of every character? getting past the fact that i was genuinely terrified that you hated me for a lil bit , i’ve always admired your writing & your skill of just ... completely capturing these characters. alL OF MY FRIENDS ARE SO TALENTED IM JUST. god , i LOVE sonya and anya and fu c k  , ALL OF THEM. i just , love reading what you write & interacting with you on literally every platform , and it just means so much to me that you’re ???? a part of all of this ???? & i love you so much.

you’re literally one of the , nicest human beings i know. idk if you didn’t believe me the day you sent the bandstand bootleg to me , but i genuinely sobbed , for like , an hour. it was suCH A SHOCK AND A SURPRISE IM !!!!! it meant , so much to me , that you sent it to me & you’re literally so incredible , im so. i’m a person that never forgets that kind of stuff and it just ??????? means so much to me , and i love you so much zoe. you’re so incredible.

@easytovanish

i don’t even , know where to begin , alix. i really don’t? ig the beginning im just. when i started the blog, two days in, i resigned myself to realizing i would never get anyone else on the amelie bandwagon with me. i knew the show wasn’t extremely popular, but i loved it and that was enough. BUT YOU CAME ALONG AND JUST , MADE THIS ENTIRE EXPERIENCE SO MUCH MORE. i just , saw that post ab amelie and i went all eyes emoji. and within 5 minutes , you told me you have nino muse and i , was SO excited but SO NERVOUS that i was pressuring you , because that’s not what i was trying to do!!!!! at all!!!! && i made your screencaps and g o d , just. we started to talk about nino and amelie and we just , had the same ideas && delved so much deeper into these two characters that we love so much and i just ????? go d, i LOVE YOU.

nino aside , all of your characters have been so thoroughly thought out. i’ve said this so many times , but your character development is fucking ... incredible. i read every word of your rent timeline anD JUST. YOU PUT SO MUCH THOUGHT !!!!! INTO EVERYTHING !!!!! it shows you how much you love and care for these characters and you know they deserve the best and it just , is so amazing to see happen !!!! and i LOVE hearing about them , so so so much. i’ve heard a little bit about most of your muses, but obviously i’ve heard the most about nino and i just .... love how much you put into him. you put so much into EVERY character and they’re all a part of you and i love it so so much.

but alix , my soulmate, the adam to my jared , i love you so so so so much. i can’t believe we have only known each other a couple of months but you mean the world to me. i cannot imagine anyone else being the nino to my amelie. i just can’t. we have such a strong connection and a deep understanding of these characters that i know i won’t be able to get with anyone else???? and no matter what, always know that you mean so much to me. i love you s o  much.

@withflour / @shotfierce

KITTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! g o d , i  love you SO  much. i’m just so ????????? heart eyes at everything you ever do , and you’re just so incredible????????? i follow , every one of ur characters for a reason , i love all of them so much. i feel like im repeating myself so much in these, but all of your characters are so real and genuine & i can hear each different voice with all of them ?????? && i think that’s absolutely astonishing , and hard to do , but you do it so well and it’s just absolutely , in credible???? fu ck i’m just. the connections amelie has made with your characters ( specifically fedya , but all of them ) , it’s just so much fun to play and explore them and you maKE IT SO MUCH FUN AND JUST. i lov e you .

and jst you as a person?????? you’re such a sweetheart and i love you so much. you’re so kind & sweet & loving and i just. you’ve always ??? cheered me up when im down and killed my heart with angst and just , i love talking to you & getting to know you!!!!! you’re such an incredible person and im so excited to see where life takes you and it is just , absolutely incredible to be friends with you! i feel so privileged to be able to , say that im just. i love you so much kitty.

@grvmpygills

NYM IM, i’m so glad we’ve been ????? getting closer recently ??? i love talking to you so much. icb that i’ve found such a strong long for marlin and amelie , but f uc k here we ARE. go d, and not only marlin but juts , every single one of your muses are so much fun and just , so well written and you’re just incredible???????? ned , marlin, literally every single one of them. it’s so much , fun to be able to talk to you about our characters and just , bond over them being best friends and i absolutely adore every single one of them so so so so so much. 

YOU’RE SO SWEET AND E A S Y TO TALK TO????????? lik e, the one day we watched new girl for like , 3 hours, i was so excited bc !!!!!! we got to bond and i ha d so much fun ???? ( btw we need to FINISH SEASON ONE TOGETHER IM ) and then our , crying ab the mother in himym and just , we always have so much fun , and i love talking to you so much???? and not only that , but i love you in general and i just , hope that you always have an incredible day <3

[gukiee]

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@bluekyun SO I’m sure u already know my feelings 4 u since im emo almost every day of my life BUT i’m gonna tell u again anyways. I’m kind of surprised by how quickly we became really close and how much we have in common i swear to god we’re the same person it’s almost weird @ this point. The fact that you’ll watch all my conspiracy/murder videos n talk to me about it like wow queens of friendship can u believe. You’re the one person I talk to from the second I get up to the second I go to sleep and honestly idk what I would do without you. You’re always able to calm me down when im having a bad day and are one of the only people who can still manage to make me smile n laugh when I’m at my lowest. every time i talk to u my heart quickens a little bit because you’re such an amazing person and will ALWAYS put others before yourself even if you’re drowning in your own stuff. You’re one of the most selfless, thoughtful people I’ve ever met in my life and I’m so thankful to have you. ALSO your writing is phenomenal? you put SO much time and effort into everything you do and are so hard on yourself it’s actually really inspiring to me and pushes me to always work harder and do my best. If I could put even HALF of the time, effort, n heart that you do into things I’d get so much accomplished. Thank you for being such an amazing bestfriend I truly love you with every single inch of my heart 

@hyungsk marissa...... my angel..... my lov... honestly together we’re the sour patch kids bc ur honestly my bitter queen n if i ever need to rant i know i never need to filter myself around you because ur just as bitter as I am and will always listen n be understanding (you’ll also make me feel better when ppl r doing me dirty smh). You’re SO easy to talk to and make me so happy. Honestly like? it was meant to be considering we were reach other’s valentines before we were even friends like? queens of friendship? wow. Even tho u think ur bad at expressing emotions you’re always so so so good to me and are really a lot more kind hearted than I think you even know. I lov u lots!!!!

@floral-hobi DANI okay wow u r? the sweetest honestly wow I love being friends with the sun. You always tag me in some good guk and yoonseok posts and every time I see you in my notifs I get really excited. I’m really so thankful that we actually talk now because I feel like you’re someone I can go to if I need a pick me up or if I’m having a long day because you’re honestly? So refreshing. You make me feel SO good about myself n give me so much happiness. I love reading ur tags when u reblog stuff from me u honestly make me laugh so hard (tbh we’re talking as i’m writing this and i’m laughing as we speak). I lov u so much i’m really thankful we’re friends!!! Thank you for always listening to me and cheering me up after long work days! 

@1una CARLY MY ANGEL honestly ur so fun to talk to (even tho we don’t talk much because school/work plus timezones ugh) BUT whenever I talk to you I always laugh so hard. You’re another person who is SO understanding n ur also a lil petty like me when it comes to things n I feel like I can talk to you about literally anything n you’ll always listen (like when we talk abt gg’s and shitty record labels lmaooo). You always tag me in SUCH sweet posts n r the only person who tags me in dog pictures/videos n I’ll forever be grateful for that. You’re SO friggin beautiful it’s unreal like i love being friends with a queen??? i lov u! 

@taekookiesandcream kia you are !!!!! so great honestly, I know I don’t tell u enough and I’ve been really busy so I’m sorry for that but you’re honestly such a good friend? you hype me up SO much my heart is always so warm talking to u. your snapchats always make me laugh SO hard n the memes we send each other are sgfhjkdgf too much. The fact that you message me to check up on me when I’ve been a little MIA is so thoughtful and I really appreciate it more than you know. You’re so kind hearted n gentle n silly I love you so much. Thank you for putting up with me even when I’ve been super busy and haven’t had the chance to speak to you as much! I promise I think of you daily and love u a lot!!!

@jungkookio okay ik it said 5 but i needed to add u in here because ur so gr8 omg dghfjk I remember I used to look at ur blog from afar and always think abt how cool u were and how I wanted to be ur friend. Now that we snapchat n speak more regularly i really honestly wouldn’t trade you for the world! Even if we don’t talk much I honestly appreciate you so much. You’re SO pretty omg dshgfj every time u tag me in a selfie game I honestly die, you’re also so sweet and kind like you rly have a heart of gold and I’m so thankful to have u in my life

SO ya anyways I’m sorry I haven’t been around as much BUT I love u guys all so much wow okay 

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!!!!!!!! your requests are open I'm gonna go into cardiac arrest I'm so kEEN! if you have the time could you please write something w/ Miles x reader on a panel? She's hella sweet and they're just flirty and the audience/live stream audience is losing it. lov you!!!!!!

A/N: This was just so cute to read. I’m sorry it took so long to put out but I hope it was worth the wait!

Word Count: 785

You were honestly starting to wonder why you had been so nervous about your first RTX panel. Miles was comforting you by playing footsie under the table and occasionally rubbing your thigh when the focus was not on him.

You were scared because this was your first interaction with the RT community as a part of a production and not just a fan. It was going so much better than you could have dreamed of.

“This one is for Y/N,” a fan started. Miles squeezed your knee under the table and you smiled at him before turning your focus to the attendee. “So I’ve always been a fan of your voice acting work and I was so excited when I heard you were joining Camp Camp.”

“Thank you. It’s been a dream come true,” you interjected.

“Exactly! You’ve always said you wanted to work with Rooster Teeth and now that you have if you could be apart of any other show, live action included, what show would you be on?”

“I just want to first throw out that I would love to be on any show that is looking for a new cast member, hint hint. But any show? You have to go with the OG, Red Vs Blue. Who isn’t a Rooster Teeth fan and wouldn’t love to jump on that?”

“I love that you keep referring to yourself as a fan,” Michael snickered into the mic, “Like you didn’t roll in here and have half of animation ask to sign all their video games and anime.”

You blushed, “And I asked every single one of them to sign my RWBY DVDs.”

“Um, Y/N, I think there’s a problem with your answer. They asked you what show would you like to be on,” Miles interjected.

“Oh, are we doing this now?” you grinned.

“Got to give all the punks who skipped us for Funhaus and Kinda Funny a little something to be jealous of,” Miles chuckled.

“Then I change my mind to RWBY,” you responded and looked out to see the crowd confused and whispering, “Oh, did I forget to tell you guys, I’m going to be in Red Vs Blue.”

There was some cheering and you blushed even harder realizing how much the community was accepting you.

“Okay. Okay. Yeah, Y/N’s great let’s move on,” Michael joked and took the next question.

The next few questions were mostly to everyone or Miles and Michael. You just shot Miles encouraging smiles and laughed at his stupid jokes.

Your attention was caught again when a shy looking girl came up to the mic. Her voice was soft but it didn’t waiver, “So we all know Michael is a lot like Max, Miles is so clearly David, and Y/N is very clearly her character. Max and David have a relationship a lot like Michael and Miles so is Y/N and Miles relationship anything like her character’s and David’s?”

You instantly flushed, looking down at the table as Michael started to cackle, “I’ll let them take that one.”

Your character had been brought in as David’s love interest and while you and Miles weren’t dating you were certainly more than friendly with one another.

“I, um,” you were at a loss for words and looked to Miles.

“Just keep in mind we’ve all seen the way you two have been with each other the whole panel,” the girl added. How did someone so meek looking ask something so bold?

Miles gave a nervous chuckle and placed his hand on yours on the table, if possible you turned even redder as the crowd screamed.

“Whoa. Whoa. Whoa,” Miles laughed. “I’ll admit. We’re pretty close and it helps with the show but we’re not dating.” Michael snorted from the other side of you. “I will say, like David, I was starstruck the moment I met Y/N. Hopefully one day me and David will get the shot we’re hoping for.”

The attention shifted towards you again though this time you held your composer, feeling very smooth as you replied, “Well, Miles you do have one thing that David doesn’t have.”

He looked over at you befuddled, “And what’s that?”

“A date,” you smirked and the crowd went wild once again.

Miles actually turned red this time and he turned back towards the crowd, “Next question.”

It was only a few more questions before you were done. You thanked everyone and moved off stage, Miles hot on your heels.

“So that was all a show, right? I mean, I’d like to. I just didn’t want to assume,” Miles rambled.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “See you at dinner tonight? Text me.”