#i rlly just started talking in the tags huh

[luvsavos]

(AA) hopefully it’s okay for me to ask you about your ocs some more 😅 I’ll be asking for both memes, if that’s okay? Since you said you’re feeling (Lord? Lady?) Shara and Lord Naas I’ll ask you about them 😊 for the edgy/misc, 1 for Shara and 20 for Lord Naas, and for the other, 25 for Lord Naas, 4 for Shara…and 23 for Lady Dala? Though I don’t know if these are in their monster forms and humanoid…whatever you want, I’m interested!

yes ofc it absolutely is okay and i appreciate it greatly bc ive been in a funk this past week(? idk how long it's been time is blurry) and talking abt my ocs always helps me a bit

as always thank u for the ask<3

oc ask meme 1 & 2!

1: What memory would your OC rather just forget?

oooh, this is a VERY good question🤔 there's probably a lot of memories shara wishes they could forget, though if they had to pick just one it would probably, predictably, be the dragon wars, or more specifically naas' capture and experimentation by the ancients; not even they were certain if he would survive or not, and they blame themself somewhat for it happening, despite rationally knowing it was not their fault. alternatively, they'd probably not complain about forgetting their first encounter with shang---it was the first time in a very, VERY long time that they felt genuine guilt or remorse; they had not intended to harm him, let alone as grievously as they did. they were only trying to drive him away, but unfortunately for them he's a stubborn bastard. if he weren't nami's adopted son, i don't think they'd care as much, but like. that's nami's adopted son. she adores him and dotes on him a lot. of course they're going to feel bad about nearly killing him, and the subsequent trauma he endured from the experience---he still refuses to be anywhere near them, and if they're even so much as mentioned, he becomes distinctly on edge and anxious.

20: Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

oh, yes. Absolutely. fatalis are incredibly possessive of what they deem as their's, and it is VERY easy to set off their jealousy; for instance, others attempting to court his, ahem, Favourite Mortal. the jealousy can manifest in a few different ways, depending on who it's aimed at---to most, it's violence, as one would expect from a fatalis. to those he's fond of, he pretty much becomes a very grumpy and possibly slightly petty cat. you WILL know that he is jealous and you WILL feel bad about it but he's just going to sit with his back to you and sulk about it to really let the Feeling Bad About It sink in. good luck getting more than a scoff or grumble or other various wordless draconic noises out of him as a response for a while until he's decided he's okay again.

and for the Other;

25: how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?

being, by all technicality, an old fatalis, naas' senses are a little different to modern fatalis; where modern fatalis have incredibly poor eyesight (likely around the same as a human's, if not slightly worse) due to their crystalline eyes and primarily cave-dwelling tendencies, relying more on their other senses, naasfilrah has significantly keener eyesight, though in turn does not have as sharp of hearing nor a sense of smell as modern fatali. that's not to say, of course, that they aren't still FAR beyond that of a human or wyverian, but the primary sense he relies on is his eyesight, with hearing and smell coming after.

4: how crafty/resourceful are they?

hmmmmmmm....... they don't often utilize "resourcefulness" in the same way other members of the five might; they prefer to not take action unless the circumstances deem it absolutely necessary, or unless explicitly asked to, so you could probably safely say that they're not Overly crafty or resourceful? most of their "craftiness" or "resourcefulness" is their own knowledge and powers, rather than any actual craftiness.

23: how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

ignoring i had to go and watch a video of her voiceclaim (lady dimitrescu) for this LMAO i would describe lady dala's voice as regal and smooth, if not her tone being a little blunt and/or condescending(?); i think she could sing fairly well, though likely only her daughters and the other members of the five have heard it. that said, if you're lucky enough to be permitted into the coiled peaks, her domain, maybe if you're Extra lucky, you might just hear the sound of her singing in the early morning hours carried on the wind, an ancient lullaby/poem that her followers used to sing once upon a time.

[dizzybizz]

hai here is a sketch dump with too many fandoms :) sorry about the ungodly amount of men here i have been going through it and by it i mean gay

ok wait i ran out of tags??? it wont let me tag them all😭😭😭 im gonna have to be sparing with them uhh i guess i will have to ramble under the cut then cus i like rambling in my tags but i cant with this one 😭

(ok im back from the ramble: it is way too long.... proceed forward if you want to see some guy just absolutely talk nonsense for entirely too long)

no cus i swear i have tried tagging more stuff than this before and never hit the limit but whatever

hello i really use this like a fkn blog huh

i just wanted to provide some thoughts on the harper and rosé one first bc its important to me 😌 cus i was thinking abt harper and how in my head and heart of hearts she would be the kid who thought you get pregnant from kissing and i dont think she ever really grew out of that belief. <- this ended up spawning the idea of harper being a sex-repulsed ace and i will die on this hill actually. fight me or die, you die either way actually nvm

this is just a buncha blorbos i dont know what to tell you really. sketch pages like these always end up so weird for me bc for some reason my brain always wants the characters in them to interact in some way. whether that be talking or just reacting to what the other is doing... its something i cant stop with, its so stupid and silly and i hate it and i love it. where else would i see kabru slowly losing his mind with how loud phoenix wright is in court????

I THOUGHT I HAD GOTTEN OFF THE RAILS WITH THAT BUT THEN THE NEXT PAGE HAPPENED. and all i could do was laugh and ask "what the fuck am i drawing??? HOW DID WE GET HERE? WHY IS THISTLE HERE WITH LEOPIKA HELP" LIKE that page started with the big leopika and then i was like "man i miss thistle lemme draw him real quick" but the curse struck and now hes being homophobic so </3

i rlly like how the nic(k) page turned out ... i just have a lot of nicks i like drawing idk.. the lil guy is an oc,,, one day his ref sheet will be finished and itll be awesome but not for now, sorry baby, no can do. im weirdly happy with how the hands turned out for all of them tho?? so thats a W

yotasuke, murai, nick (youll never know which one im referring to. .. jkjk its hoult i love the pose there ehehhe), nic and the entire last page r my favs. i like em all but those rlly get me yknow- the olly too ofc but ive already posted him, dont mind him being here, hes part of the set. AND OVER ALL IVE BEEN HAVING SO FUN WITH SHADING BLACK AND JUST LEAVING SPOTS BLANK ITS SO ?`????

WHY IS THIS SO LONG PLS DONT READ ALL THIS THIS IS STRAIGHT UP EMBARRASSING AGHSDFGSDHJSGD im all like "yeah i dont like talking about myself or whatever" but as soon as i get to my process or blorbos or smth the floodgates fucking break open, not even burst man.

also dont mind how i havent even acknowledged pingas twink pokemon counterpart. hes just here for shits and giggles i dont know the guy like at all, i watched a handful of eps of horizons and that was it RIP

[sha-n-dowbannedlol]

Jotaro Kujo — kakyoin's amusement

cw: nothing rlly, jotaro kujo is bad at feelings tag

an: inspired by that tiktok audio of when he sees me lol

Always being on the move with barely any breaks and with enemies at every turn has left Kakyoin with little to no entertainment. Of course, he doesn't mind, even if he's already starting to miss his NES.

Fortunately for the red-head teenager, it seems that the Gods have heard his prayers and have blessed him with a new source of entertainment, exclusive front-row seats that only he is the audience of, said entertainment being the hidden feelings between you and Jotaro.

Well, it's not really hidden—you're both aware of your feelings, just not each other's. And being the only other teenager left, the two of you ran to Kakyoin to rant about your feelings. 

And just the admissions alone was already absolutely amusing.

You were the first to admit your feelings. 

It was still early on the journey, and Kakyoin was tasked to retrieve tickets with Jotaro, but he found that the teen had already gone on without him. Shrugging it off, Kakyoin opted to enjoy his stay and make the most of the hotel amenities instead. 

He found himself in the pool area, and much to his surprise, he caught you in one of the beach chairs on the poolside. Feeling his eyes on you, you wave him over, and he approaches you to sit on the beach chair adjacent to yours. 

It was quiet, and Kakyoin racked his brain for anything to say. Eventually, he opens up the conversation with one of the obscure facts he knows off the top of his head. 

Thankfully, you responded in kind, and the conversation flowed easily from there. Your conversation bounced from one thing to another before eventually, the both of you settled in comfortable silence while laying back on your respective beach chairs. 

It was a bit sudden for Kakyoin, but he'd be lying if he said he was surprised when you suddenly admitted it. 

"I think I like him...." You spoke, suddenly breaking the silence between you and the red-headed teen. Kakyoin glances at you, and he can see you feeling a bit embarrassed to say it out loud. 

"Hm..." Kakyoin hums in response before adding with a noticeable teasing lilt in his voice. "Who? Polnareff?"

"Yes, of course. Because I want a grown man." You respond sarcastically, rolling your eyes as you look at him, watching his lips turn up to an amused smirk. "I'm talking about Mr. Joestar, obviously."

"Right, my mistake." Kakyoin matched your energy, the both of you sharing a chuckle, before he turns to look at you, meeting your gaze. 

"So, Jotaro, huh?" 

Kakyoin's smirk widens at the sudden smitten look on your face just from the mention of the name, and he's 99% positive that you don't even realize it. 

"Yeah..." You sigh, one that reminds him of a hopeless romantic protagonist of romcoms he's seen his parents watch before. "I mean, can you blame me? Going through all these troubles just for his mom? How he jumped to save that kid without hesitation? And that face of his isn't helping."

"Honestly? I can't say I'm surprised." Kakyoin responds to your small rant, his voice soft and comforting. He sees your lips part, looking at him in slight panic, and he cuts you off before you can even speak. 

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks, Kakyoin."

"Mhm. Thank you for trusting me with this."

On the other hand, it took Jotaro quite a while before he admitted it—both to himself and to his friend. 

After a long day of fighting the menace that was Steely Dan and a long day of traveling, they ended up in another hotel. As usual, Jotaro and Kakyoin ended up sharing a room, and you ended up getting separated from them with your very own room. 

It was a really long day for both teenagers; both were drained and worn out, with Kakyoin mentally exhausted from exerting the effort to manifest his stand in a much smaller form and Jotaro both mentally and physically drained after all the beating he took earlier in the day. 

"I should've beaten him up more." Jotaro groans from his bed, making Kakyoin turn to look at him, a brow raised. 

"Steely Dan? You ended up hating him that much?" Kakyoin responds before leaning on his elbows, still lying on the bed. "How bad are the things he did to you when we left you with him?"

"That's not the issue. I've already made him pay for what he did to me." Jotaro responds, before shooting up from his bed, removing his hat, and placing it on the shared nightstand between their beds, running a hand through his hair. 

"But...." Jotaro trails off, and Kakyoin sits up on his bed as well, raising his brow even more. 

Jotaro grumbled something under his breath, and Kakyoin could swear he heard your name amongst the words the other teen grumbled. 

Kakyoin repeats your name, and Jotaro faces Kakyoin, his gaze hardened. 

"What about them?" Kakyoin asks curiously. 

"I can't easily forgive him for the shit he did to them."

Kakyoin is quite surprised by his words and how genuine they sound. His gaze darts to his friend's face, his scowl deeper than usual, a vein almost popping on his temple. Jotaro's exhaustion must be making him slip his composure, his emotions taking hold of his exhausted mind. 

"What did he do?" 

"He grabbed them. Right. in front. of. me." Jotaro scowls, his jaw clenched tightly. "Grabbed onto their arm so tightly like they were his."

Kakyoin blinks at that, his eyes widening slightly. No.. that expression on Jotaro's face.. it wasn't annoyance. Not completely...

"Held their chin to make them look at him. His face was so damn close to theirs, I would've punched him right then and there if it wasn't for the old man."

Definitely not annoyance. It's jealousy.

"I could feel Star Platinum just about ready to make him regret being born, and I had to actively hold him back." Jotaro finishes his mini-rant with a deep, annoyed sigh, his eyes darting over to look at Kakyoin. 

It was Jotaro's turn to look confused at the amused grin on Kakyoin's face, a knowing look in his lavender gaze, making Jotaro's brows scrunch in confusion as he looks at his friend. 

"The hell are you smiling about?" Jotaro asks bluntly with a deep scowl, "Didn't you hear a thing I just said?"

"I think you're the one who didn't hear what you just said, Jotaro." Kakyoin responds amusedly, his grin not faltering even under the scrutinizing gaze of Jotaro Kujo. 

"What are you blabbering about?"

"Think back to your words, Jotaro. You're not stupid."

Jotaro paused for a while, running a hand through his already messy hair at his friend's cryptic behavior. He was already exhausted and pissed off; he didn't need any more of Kakyoin's bullshit—still, curiously, Jotaro did as he was asked. 

Kakyoin's amused smile slowly widens along with Jotaro's eyes slowly widening in realization as he plays his own words back in his mind. His surprised gaze turned to look at Kakyoin. 

"Are you suggesting....?" Jotaro trails off with a hiss. "Fuck off."

"I'm not even saying anything."

"Don't think about it. I'd rather eat my socks."

"Oh?"

"Don't look at me like—" Jotaro sighs. "It's not like that,"

"But it is," Kakyoin insists with a raised brow and a smirk, "Isn't it?"

Jotaro didn't even respond this time, looking away from his friend's teasing gaze as his own landed on his bed sheets. Kakyoin could see the dust of pink on the other teen's cheeks the more he remained silent, and that was already enough of a response to him. 

"God fucking damnit." Jotaro curses under his breath at the realization, letting out a deep sigh as he glares at his sheets. Kakyoin remained silent as he let Jotaro think about his newfound feelings. 

Eventually, Jotaro turns his head to look at Kakyoin, the usual calm, cold, neutral look on his face as his ocean gaze stares through his lavender ones. 

"Turn away for a bit." Was all Jotaro said. Confused, Kakyoin did as he was told, turning his back to Jotaro and looking at the wall beside his bed. 

Suddenly, Kakyoin jumps slightly in surprise. 

Jotaro is screaming.

It's muffled, probably by his pillows and his sheets, and it probably wasn't loud enough to be heard outside their room, but loud enough to surprise Kakyoin.

It didn't take long before he heard a deep breath and then silence.

"Good night," Jotaro spoke nonchalantly, and Kakyoin swiftly turned, but Jotaro was already on his side, back turned towards the red-head who was only blinking at him in a mix of amusement and surprise. 

"Also, don't tell anyone about this."

"Aye, aye, captain."

[dearhargrove]

People leave

Eddie Diaz x reader

summary A few weeks after first meeting Eddie and Christopher things with you and Eddie start getting serious. However when Christopher realizes, he doesn't react the way you'd expected.

word count 1200

tags hurt/comfort, Chris being adorable, angsty but turns to fluff

a/n yall know how in episode 8 season 4 Eddie tells Chris he's seeing someone and Chris gets rlly mad and runs away to Buck (adorable btw)? When he explained that he's scared that people he cares about leave I realized this could be a good continuation to this! It's gonna have a happy ending and fluff don't worry 🫶🏻

part one

masterlist

Christopher is preparing salad with Eddie at his side while you supervise Liam as he slowly chops a cucumber. His tongue is peeking out in concentration as he holds the knife the way you'd shown him and slowly slices the cucumber.

When he's done you ruffle his hair and hold your hand up for a high-five which he eagerly gives. “You did great! When dinner is done well call you - go and play a little more with Chris?” He nods and hops off the chair (his feet couldn't reach the floor when he sat so he had to hop down a little- it makes you coo every time he does) before grabbing Chris by his arm and dragging him to the living room.

Eddie and you watch as they settle on the couch and pick their game of uno back up.

“They're adorable,” you smile and lean back against the counter, your arms crossed over your chest. Eddie hums and sneaks his right arm around your waist, looking down at you with a content grin.

You tilt your head at his look and turn around to finish up the salad, “What are you looking at, señor?”

In your peripheral you see both his eyebrows raise as he makes a ‘huh’ sound and shifts to lean against the counter with his hip. “You speaking Spanish now?”

That makes you laugh and you shake your head, “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” He raises his shoulders as if he didn't know but the smirk on his face tells you what you need to know.

You lean in as if you'd tell him a secret and rest your hand on his waist before basically whispering, “Go and set the table.”

He groans and gently pushes you away as if he was mad, “Yes, ma'am.” He bows exaggeratedly and you watch him with a deadpan look. He looks around the corner into the living room before quickly kissing your cheek and then your lips, squeezing your hip before letting go.

You grin and bite your lip as you watch him go to set the table, distantly hearing him ask the boys who's winning the game and starting a discussion about uno rules.

Later when dinner is ready and served Liam is telling Eddie about his day while Christopher sits next to you. He's pushing the food around on his plate with his fork and you discreetly nudge his elbow with a questioning look.

He doesn't just look up but full on glares at you, dropping his fork noisily. “I don't need your help.”

You flinch back in surprise and furrow your brows. Eddie is looking up now too, making you shrug in confusion.

“Christopher, talk nicely.” He says in his warning dad tone and you watch a little uncomfortably - did you cause this? What did you even do? “No!” Chris bangs his fist on the table and pushes the plate off the table and onto the floor, the loud noise making Liam shriek and look around with wide, scared eyes.

Before you can reach out Eddie shushes him and puts a hand on his back, allowing the eight year old to calm down a bit. Chris however is the opposite. This time he directs his words at you, “We don't need you! You will leave!”

Your eyes go wide and you send a panicked look to Eddie, who looks just as confused. “Chris, what's going on? You like her.” Instead of an explanation he slides off his chair and glares at you again, “You will leave.”

He then hurries to his room and slams the door behind him, causing the dam to break and Liam to star bawling in confusion at the confrontation.

There's an unspoken agreement between you and Eddie as you stand and pick Liam up, letting him cry into your shoulder as you stroke your palm over his back. “I'll see what's up with Christopher. I'm really sorry about what he said,” Eddie mumbles and kisses your temple, at the same time he brushes his hand through Liams hair once.

-

“I think you need to talk to him,” Eddie comes around the corner and looks at you and Liam settled on the couch with the latter fast asleep in your arms. “I don't really think he wants to see me, maybe we should just go home…” you sigh.

“That's exactly what he doesn't want.” Eddie starts and sits next to you, reaching out and taking your hand in his. “I've told you about Shannon... He's scared you'll leave too. He doesn't want to miss you and Liam.”

You frown, “Oh, no. I'll go and try to make him understand we're here to stay.” He nods gladly and kisses the back of your hand and letting you carefully place your son in his arms. Liam wakes up momentarily and when he recognizes Eddie he cuddles up into him and goes back to sleep.

You watch the two with a fond expression and inhale deeply before going to Christophers room and knocking twice.

There's no response so you slowly open the door. He's laying in his bed and when he sees you he frowns again, turning around too slow to hide the tear tracks and red eyes.

You sigh sadly, “May I sit here?” You pat the space on the bed next to his legs and see him shrug under the blankets.

“Listen, I understand you're scared of Liam and me leaving. A lot of people have left you. But, Chris, we're here to stay. I really, really like your dad and I really like you, too. Liam does too.”

It's visible that you're getting through to him when he slowly shifts onto his back and looks at you with a pout and a frown. “Promise?” You smile and nod.

“Pinky promise, even.” You take his hand and wrap your pinky around his.

He smile too now and yawns but surprises you once again tonight as he moves around until his head is laying on your thighs. “You want to go to sleep?” He nods and you pull the blanket up to his shoulders to wrap him in them entirely, carding your hand through his hair to calm him.

Ten minutes later and he's fast asleep, softly snoring as you look down at him. You hear the door creak and see Eddie come in, a relieved and fond expression on his face as he sees you two.

“I see you saved the day?” Rolling your eyes you flip him off and he laughs behind his hand. “Liam is asleep too. I pulled out the couch so he can sleep there without a problem.” he whispers.

“Thank you.” He waves it off and comes close enough to soothe his hands over your shoulders and kiss your head.

Happiness and love is the only thing you feel as you think about those three boys that posed utter chaos together but you loved nevertheless. It's a surprise to no one when you wake up to find Liam and Christopher snuggled in the latter's bed the next morning.

[biibini]

would you please consider my request? 😆😋😋

mizu wants to see f!reader to masturbate in front of her and ask reader right away then mizu just enjoying the show and saying bunch of filthy words, guiding and all but also ended up having her fingers fucking the reader until the reader is pleading for mizu to stop pathetically but mizu is too lustful because how sweet and hot you sound

show & tell: nsfw modern!mizu x reader smut (request)

tags: NSFW, smut, modern!mizu, f!reader, masturbation with an audience, dirty talk, praise, so much praise, mizu has a DIRTYYYY mouth, fingering, guiding, finger-sucking, mizu holding back, if you squint rlly hard its edging on the dl, teasing, begging, she pussy whipped lets be real

a/n: i apologize for being MIA,, midterms has been kicking my ass lately :( i hope yall enjoy this though, i've been cookin this for a while

nsfw 18+ below!

You and Mizu are laying side by side, the moonlight shining into the bedroom. It��s one of those nights where you’re cuddling, and a little bit of making out to end the night.

That’s at least what you expected.

Mizu’s lips softly kiss against yours as her arms wrap around your sides, pulling you closer to her. You lock lips, letting her guide you. You feel up her neck and up to the back of her head. Her arms wrap tighter. In response, you let your fingers run deep into her hair, grasping onto it from the sudden squeeze.

Mizu pulls back and gasps, her mouth agape from the unexpected pull. She scoffs playfully. You watch as her eyes darken under the moonlight, glimmering with spirit.

“Oh, so you want to play that game, huh.”

Before you can react, you feel her lips back on you again. Instead of feeling her on your lips, she starts to work her way down your neck. With each kiss, you feel a jolt of pleasure run up your neck. As Mizu works her way closer to your ears, a moan escapes your lips.

“Feels good, doesn’t it.”, she teases. You feel her arms slowly loosen their grip on you, allowing her to continue her work on your neck.

“Mmhm, Mizu- ah-”, you respond back. You could barely answer back as you felt Mizu playfully nibble at your neck, leaving small maroon spots to blossom later tonight.

Her arms wrap around your upper half, pulling your neck closer to her lips. You feel one of her hands gently caress your hips, teasing you to a night of pleasure. Initially, she was content with making out before bed. Instead, a curious thought entertained Mizu’s head. Something that you had never done in front of her before.

You attempt to mirror her actions and reach for her instead, hoping to bring her the same pleasure from your touch. However, Mizu unexpectedly pulls your hands away.

“Let's try something new tonight.”, she says into your ear. The allure of her voice sends shivers up your spine. She pulls away from your neck to watch your reaction. “How does that sound, baby?”

Something new?

“What did you have in mind?”, you ask, curious about her request.

You feel her hand move your hands away from her hips. Instead, she places them towards your panties, gently palming around your entrance. She comes back closer to your neck, inches away from your ear.

“I wanna watch you.”, she answers with a lust in her voice. She grins before planting a kiss close to your ear. “I wanna see you play with yourself.”

You freeze as your brain tries to comprehend Mizu’s request. It didn’t help that she was leaving soft kisses along your neck. Did she just say-

“Can you do that for me, hmm?”

Her question left you stunned. Her soft kisses contradicted the request. 

It didn’t help that you instantly melt under her voice. 

You could only nod as she lets go of your hand below, giving you the freedom to touch yourself as you place. Her free hand places itself on the other side of your neck, gently brushing over the blooming maroon marks from her earlier work. As she continued her hard work on your neck, you start to move your fingers, circling your throbbing clit atop the fabric of your panties.

Left to your imagination, you imagine how you would normally touch yourself alone. How you would think about Mizu’s touches and build up while you pleasured yourself. Without thinking, your fingers apply pressure against the outside of your entrance. You feel your middle finger toy with your clit through the fabric, making your head throw back in response. You think about how Mizu’s fingers mimicking yours while her head was in between your thighs. Perhaps they were kissing down your thighs.

Or leaving marks closer to your heat.

Instinctively, hums and moans start to escape your mouth.

Little did you know that Mizu had been watching you slowly unfold without her touch. Now pulled away from your neck, she carefully watches the show. You continue to play with yourself, the damp spot by your entrance growing with every second that passes. 

“What a good girl… Following my request so easily.”, Mizu praises you. You look up and spot her sitting next to you. Your eyes meet her gaze. They long for entertainment. A good show.

Following her voice, you slide your panties to the side, giving her a full view of your dewy mess. You watch her eyes redirect themselves towards the star of the show. You teasinly tug on your the fabric, using it to rub against your pulsing clit. You let moans escape, allowing Mizu to fully hear the magic happen.

You feel the dampness and sweat build up and spread across your inner thighs. They paint your thighs and entrance with your slick, glimmering under the moonlight.

“Fuck, baby.”

Mizu could only watch as her pretty girl was unfolding in front of her very eyes. Sure, she orchestrated this entire thing. But being a viewer during this engaging show began to be… damned difficult.

On the other hand, you continued to stimulate yourself with your panties, the knot starting to build inside you. You could think about Mizu usual touches to help you get closer to your peak. 

You could also just think about her praises and instantly unfold.

Mizu could only sit and stare at your slick spreading across your thighs. How it would easily lubricate her fingers. How it would feel so cooling on her face as she ate you out. How sweet you would taste.

“God you’re just, so wet. Let me taste how sweet you are.”, Mizu commented.

Following orders, you fully pull off your panties. You feel your fingers touch your sticky entrance, dipping into the puddle you had created all on your own. Your fingers directly touch your folds, swirling around your bare entrance.

Mizu as a viewer was sitting at the edge of her seat. 

“I know, that’s all you.”, she praised as she continued to watch your fingers gather as much slick as you could.

Dear god, this was a lot to handle, Mizu thought. This is the first time she had ever watched you fully masturbate in front of you. Yeah sure, she’s definitely done multitudes of other things that would instantly make you finish. There’s not doubt about that.

But to watch a one-woman show? Without her touch?

She was just a first timer.

She witnesses you bringing your index and middle finger closer to you. She watched as some of your juices ran down your hand. At this point, Mizu could barely handle being a viewer, the sexual frustration driving her over the edge. Impatiently, she grabbed your finger and pulled it close to her mouth.

“Let me taste before it drips down now.”

Your fingers touch Mizu’s tongue. The slick enters her mouth, the coating mixing with her saliva. She gently sucks on your fingers to get a taste of you. You feel some of the liquid escape and end up smothered on her lips.

“Mmm, you taste so… so sweet.”, she pauses to say. Mizu continues to indulge herself with your fingers, savoring your taste with her wet tongue. 

You’ve never seen her so pussy-whipped in your life.

You stared in awe and watched as she sucked your fingers clean. She pulls your wrist back down to your very dripping wet mess. With her other hand, she messily wipes away the mess she made on her face. 

She looks back at you. You easily read the neediness in her ocean blue eyes. But you couldn’t read how much she was holding back.

“Keep touching yourself with those fingers.”

Following her command, you watched as Mizu laid back, becoming a viewer of the show you were putting on. To think that you could get this wet without her touches was an absurd idea. Yet here she is, doing nothing except watching & indulging your every move.

You continue to touch yourself and watch your only viewer continue to hold back. While Mizu was watching your every move, you began to read every sign: her hand gripping onto the sheet, her mouth practically drooling from the view, and her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

She looks so frustrated, yet at the same time, so desperate for you.

You slip a finger inside, its length easily sliding into you. You hum in pleasure. Out of curiosity, you look up to Mizu to find her eyes lit up out of interest while she bit the inner corner of her lips. You took it upon yourself to slowly pull in and out, mimicking what Mizu would usually do if she was in charge. You open your legs wider as you continued your slow pace, your slick coating your finger once again.

In and out, Mizu watched. She stared at your painfully slow pace, your liquids gushing out with every push inside. She said one command and her girl immediately followed? How obedient.

“You’re so well-behaved, Y/N.”, Mizu cooed. Her hand moves closer to your head, gently caressing the top of your head while you continue to fuck yourself in front of her. Her voice makes your insides grip on your finger tighter, making you moan in response.

“Aw, is my good girl dripping wet?”, she teases, her voice lowering. “Practically soaking from my words?”

“Y-Yeah.”, you moan out breathily. You pull out to massage the outside of your entrance with your fingers before you quickly slip your index and middle fingers inside. A small cry comes out of your mouth as you feel the two digits slip into you, stretching you out. It feels so familiar yet so unknown at the same time.

As good as you felt, you wished it was Mizu instead. You wished for her slender fingers to substitute yours, to feel them sink deep into you. But instead, you can only pleasure yourself with the thought.

“Such a good girl,”, Mizu cups your face, her hands up now against your flushed face. “Aren’t you? Hm, Y/N?”

She chuckles at the growing heat of your face, gently caressing your cheeks.

You nod in response, pumping your fingers inside you, going at the same slow place as before. Your liquids continue to pour out, making a wet mess in between your thighs. The tantalizing pace felt like torture. But with Mizu’s praise, it felt so fucking good. 

You continue the pace, thinking about Mizu once again. How her fingers would be able to reach places you couldn’t. How they would be able to hit the right spots immediately. How you would always arch your back to feel her hit a deeper angle. How her touch would send shivers done your back.

And how her hand would take control of you while you finished on her fingers.

“Go faster for me. I know you can do that for me.”

And faster you did.

You lean your face into her hand and close your eyes. Your mind continues to fantisize about your viewer as you speed up the pace. You groan as your fingers pumped in and out, continuing to stretch your insides. You feel your clit throb as it gains pleasure with every pump.

You groan as you feel your wrists start to strain from the speed. You rest your hand on your inner thigh, attempting to gain some control before you completely tire out. The new angle makes a moan slip out.

“Mmm, that’s it.”, Mizu praises as she continues to caress your cheek, watching you get closer and closer to your peak. “Good job baby.”

You continue your pace, using her praise to fuel your speed. You feel her face inch closer to yours, her breath tickling your neck. You tighten around your fingers as Mizu places soft kisses down your neck. Shivers start running down your spine as your mind races, practically aching to feel more of her. You continue to moan in response.

However, your pace begins to falter as your wrists start to give out. Mizu notices this change and leaves one final kiss on your neck before inching closer to your ear.

“Getting tired so soon?”, she teased, her voice echoing inside your ear.

“Mmhmm, yeah- ah!”, you yelp as you feel Mizu’s hand pull away from your face. The pads of her fingers start to gently circle around your clit, building up the pleasure even more. Your wrist gives out and you slowly pull out, leaving them to lie to the side.

You feel Mizu’s fingers explore past your clit.

“You’re this wet without me?”, she taunted, her fingers now inches away from your dripping wet entrance. “My pretty girl is all excited for me?”, she lowly whispers in your ear.

Instinctively, your thighs close in, your hips pathetically grind against her. You’re still throbbing, needing something, anything at this point, to go inside and finish you off.

And her voice… God, her voice made praise sound so sinful yet so good.

You attempt to keep your voice down as you unfold under her touch. She moves close to your entrance, prepping her fingers with your slick. As she coats her fingers, you feel her lips touch your neck once again, leaving a few marks scattered down your neck, each soon to blossom a deep shade of maroon.

“So fucking wet…”, she groans as two of her fingers enter you, letting the lust take over.

She couldn’t play as an audience member anymore. She knew you missed this, and so did she. What fun is a show if the audience can’t interact with the talent on stage?

In this case, you were a dripping-wet talent. And soon to become a vocal talent at that.

You moan in response, her digits going deep as you had fantasized earlier. 

“Fuck, Y/N, it slipped in so easily. You miss me this much?” she says, smirking at you.

At this point, you can't control what to say. All you can do is react with a nod as her fingers fully sink inside of u. They fully stretch your insides, reaching a deep spot inside u. Mizu feels you tighten around her fingers. She knew your sweet voice couldn’t be self-contained. Testing the waters, she slowly pulls out all the way before deeply thrusting inside of you. You feel another jolt of pleasure hit you. A loud cry comes out, louder than ever before.

“Mizu, please… I’m- ah-“

You feel her slip in another digit. It slip inside you so easily yet all you could do was cry in response. Mizu slows down the pace, letting the new digit stretch you out even more.

“I’m so close Mizu. It’s just so much-”

You try to explain as the three digits plunge deep into you. Instinctively, you grab the sheets, gripping tight onto them. Mizu slowly pulls out once again and thrusts back quickly and deeply into you. Your moans grow louder with every thrust, the pace slowly gaining speed. Mizu feels you clench around her, getting tighter with every pump.

Every nerve, every ache continues to grow in pleasure as Mizu quickens the pace. All she could hear is the squelching from her thrusts and your sweet moans, motivating her to continue her pace.

“Mizu, please, It’s so- fuck!”, you cry out in pleasure as you feel yourself gain closer to your peak, feeling the familiar knot grow tighter and tighter in your lower stomach. Her breath hitched, tickling against your neck.

You call out her name out loud as her pace grew faster, pumping fast and deep into your soaking-wet insides. Mizu listened as your cries grew even louder, echoing against the bedroom walls. Your thighs start trembling, hoping to close the gap between them.

At this point, she could easily read you. How close you were to unfolding and finishing on her fingers. How close you were to yelling and screaming her name. How close you were to twitching and tightening around her fingers.

“Lemme hear that pretty voice of yours.”, she requested for the last time.

With one final thrust, you feel yourself reach your high, spasming against Mizu’s continuous pace deep into you. Your thighs attempt to close, your hips instinctively grind against her fingers. She continued the pace, relentlessly pushing deep into you as you ride out your high.

You turn to Mizu, whining next to her, letting her hear your melodic cries late into the night.

[valscodblog]

"Murder." (Home part two) Simon Riley Ver

Warnings: MAJOR DEATH, LOTS OF BLOOD, anything and evrything to do with murder (dont do it seek help if you have thoughts like this) and uhmm yeah. just rlly bad. uhm...IF YOUR UNDER FIFTEEN DONT READ!!

tags: @seconds-on-the-clock @skauni @writing-with-moss <333

Simon looked over the paper he had taken from his son. He cracked a grin and shoved it back into his pocket. His wife's exes, huh? Fine. He'd let the kid go and take out his anger on them. After all, too much pent up anger turns you into something of a monster to other people.

He heard his wife getting up and quickly started mopping. She walked into the kitchen and quirked a brow up. "I'm guessing I'll have to go through the drive through for my coffee then?" she joked. Simon forced out a dry chuckle. "yeah, sorry. Came home with mud on my boots. Didn't want you yellin' at me."

His wife laughed softly and tapped his bicep. "Oh, it's fine, Simon. Thanks for cleaning up after yourself." and nodded, his stomach twisting with guilt. He forced a smile onto his face as his wife pulled him down to kiss his cheek before walking in the dry spots and as soon as he heard the door slam shut he dropped the mop.

Kids have school soon. Need to cook. Wake them up and get them out of the house-onto the bus. Watch bus leave. Make sure it's the same driver.

He cleared his throat for no reason and started to clean up the mopping supplies. Washing the mop in the sink-bleaching it so it was still white and not stained that dark red. How did his wife not see it? Fuck-sometimes he felt like he wished his wife wasn't so blind. No fuck-shut up Riley. You love her for her blindness to what you do. If she was any smarter, she'd fine you out, divorce, take the kids, get you in the loony bin-

Ahem.

"Papa? What's on your shirt, papa?" Simon froze. He couldn't think-his brain wouldn't think. He opened his mouth, then shut it. "Papa...why is your shirt-" "Don't worry about it love-I just hot home from work. I forgot to change, Lovie, that's all." and his daughter huffed.

"Why won't you quit, dad? I mean...the local pound shop's hiring." Simon felt better-sort of. He lied to his kid, sure...but he's done that for so long now..."Yeah? Well...your mummy deserves the best-and so do you kids. My job makes me enough money to provide the best. No go get reay for school."

And his daughter groaned and walked away and back upstairs. Simon quickly finished up and went upstairs himself. He walked into his room and hid his bloody shirt and pants into a small bin he had hidden far far away in the closet.

Y/n would never find it. He eldest walked in and mumbled something about no feeling good. Something about his head. "Take yer pills yet, boy?" he asked gruffly, Sam shook his head. "Mum's gonna bring me some at school 'round one. I ran out." and Simon hummed gently. "Well...Right then, you can stay home..." and he lowered his voice, "That excuse is bullshit and you know it, Samuel Austin Riley."

Sam just shrugged and the grinned. "We need a plan, Pop. How else to plan-" Simon slapped a hand over his son's mouth because Y/n walked into the room. "...Love." "Simon...what's going on? The bus just left-"

"Samuel, you skipped the bus?" "Uhm...i don't feel good, Mum. Head's banging and-" Y/n handed him his pills. "Well. Take these then and I'll drive you to schoo-" Simon cleared his throat. "I'll take him to school. We need to talk, me an' him." Y/n frowned. "What did he do this time?"

"Don't talk like that about my son. He's done nothing wrong...I jus'...wanna catch up, is all. As much as I miss you an' the others, I missed my eldest too." heartfelt bullshit. Y/n's one weakness in a man. Y/n smiled and whispered, "Fine...don't keep him too long though." Simon nodded and took the pills from his wife, opened them, and gave two to his son. "Only two for now. You can take the rest later at lunch."

Sam nodded and took the pills. "Yeah, alright, Pop." and he took the pills, no water. Y/n grimaced and Simon just sighed. "Loony, this one." Sam rolled his eyes. "I'm not crazy, Dad. Just a little...prone to chaos." Y/n quirked a brow up. "So trying to make a bomb during science class was you being prone to chaos?" Sam grinned and nodded. "I would've made a damn good one too if Vinnie hadn't told on me!"

Simon sighed softly. "Right, get your pack. We're leaving." Sam huffed and nodded. "Okay...bye Mum. Spaghetti, right?" Y/n nodded. "Yup. Grandma's recipe. Your favorite. Have a nice day, Sammy." And Sam groaned loudly and dramatically.

But now it was dusk and Sam hadn't gone to school. Simon had called and said he caught a stomach bug. Principal said that it was okay that it was best he stay out of school for about a week. Simon said yes, write him out for the week. Sam couldn't have been happier. Ofc Simon told the same thing to Y/n-over the phone. Said the poor kid asked him to pull over and he puked-the pills must've been the wrong kind and Y/n was going back to the doctor's then.

Simon had ended the phone call with that's a good idea Love i'll see you soon, gonna take him to see your sister, she's a medic right? plus were just a street away. and Y/n was non the wiser.

But now, they really were at her sister's. But not for medical reasons. Sam was just going there real quick to get the pills he needed for proper sleep and nothing else-like every other month. Then they would head out onto the highway and locate Y/n's first ex.

Simon let the kid handle his shit himself and when he came back Simon put the car into start and said, "You know where these guys live right?" Sam nodded. "I'll guide you...don't want it in your GPS-the FBI can trace that." Simon barked out a laugh. "You really did plan this out-didn't you?" "A little different but yeah."

They got onto the highway and Sam told him to take the next exit. So. Y/n dated a farmer once? No-not a farmer, a bull rider who was a huge jock back in high school. Simon didn't like him. Simon didn't play sports-wasn't allowed.

Simon parked at an old worn down looking barn. And it was old, water damaged and if the wind blew just right it would fall down. Perfect place to park. Yup. He and Sam got out and Simon couldn't help but feel a little...wrong for this.

"Sam. I-We should go home." Sam stopped dead in his tracks and looked his dad dead in the eyes. "Why?" "I-I just don't think an fucking teenager should be doing this-what if we're found out one day? I'm fine with goin' to jail-but you? Yer jus' a boy..."

Sam laughed. "Dad-I've killed before. You recall a girl called Daisy?" Simon quirked a brow up. "...No?" "My point exactly." and Simon nodded. "Fine. You kept my secret, I'll keep your's...but you owe me now, Boy." "Owe you what?" "...Do all o' me chores." Sam gasped. "Your joking-" "Nope!" "Ugh, fine!"

and Simon laughed softly. "Naw, jus' joking, kiddo. C'mon. I'll let you sever his tendons or somethin'..." and you could see Sam's blue eyes light up. "FUCK YEAH!" Simon huffed and said, "Quiet, son.." "yeah daa..."

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-"Sam-i said gently-not all o' yer strength!" "I'm stronger than i knew i guess, sorry!" Blood was all over the both of them, they'd have to use this guy's shower. Simon sighed before saying, "Fine. It's fine, Son...just...find something to change into and take a shower yeah? I'll clean this up as best as i can."

Sam nodded and ran off to the upstairs of the house.

Simon was then alone, the guy still alive, he could tell. He sighed. "Sorry mate...but you see...gotta teach 'em young...gotta let them get their anger out, y'know? ...Hm, though you did cheat on my wife back in the day...Not one to let that slide."

and poor guy nearly choked out the name, "Si-Simon!?" before he took his final breath. Simon nodded. "That's m'name...Simon mother fuckin' Riley. and Guess what? Now your old ex is Missus Riley. Innit nice, Mate?"

Never beat a dead horse...never beat a dead horse...there's no use in beating a dead..."SAM, GET DOWN HERE!" and Sam ran down-his shirt off but he was back nonetheless. "Take up yer knife and stab him. Keep going until I tell you to stop. Get all your energy out, Boy."

and Simon nearly regretted the words. His son snatched up his knife and went to town. Rose it over his head again and again and again and again. And again. "Sam-" "no. This is fun!" and Simon's heart stopped, turned cold and dropped all the way to his ass.

"Samuel-" "I SAID NO!" ...dear fuck. What had Simon provoked?

Same wasn't Sam. That much was clear. Simon grabbed his son's wrist and said, "...at least let me give you some tips." and Sam nodded. "So err...stab his stomach for a shit ton of spewing blood."

and Sam did. and Blood did indeed spew. Simon nearly puked. He was feeling how he used to around his dad. Scared. Afraid...Sam wasn't a boy anymore. Simon had let him do this...He wasn't like his father no...he was worse. Much worse.

but then it hit him like a sack of bricks.

and it felt good.

It felt so so So good to have someone to share this little hobby with...and even better that it was his son. Father-son bonding time, it could be...huh. Wow. It was twisted and fucked up but then again...what in his life wasn't? He had even sorta corrupted his own Wife at some point...fuck.

He liked this.

Murder.

[astermath]

hey aster, happy 1k!!! love your work and you fully deserve all the love💗💗

so i’m sending in a prompt from idiots to lovers (“you’re so cute.” “what did you just say?” “i said you look like a boot.”) for robin buckley because this literally SCREAMS her

aww tysm that’s so sweet, hope you enjoy and ty for sending in a request! <3

♡ aster's 1K celebration ♡

wc: 0.9K

tags: lovestruck robin, crushing, fem!reader (duh), just some pining lol, not rlly proofread! normal sized font below

Robin is a girl that tends to fall hopelessly in love. She can’t simply have a crush, or think someone is cute, no, she always falls head over heels, straight into a vat of hearts and sappy confessions.

And usually that’s fine, that works for her. Her crushes give her a reason to go to school, to get stuff done, to put extra effort into her appearance. But she tends to admire from a distance. She knows how much she talks, and how hard it is to stop talking too.

That’s why she usually just sticks to looking at you from a distance, cheek leaning against the palm of her hand as she daydreams about the dates you could go on. In the timeline where she musters up the courage to talk to you.

But it seems that the universe has other plans. The universe being your English teacher, and the plans being a duo project about a country of your choosing.

You couldn’t choose your groups, which you didn’t mind, you could work with just about anyone. You’re smart, you could probably do this whole thing by yourself.

But to Robin, this was a huge deal. She’d never even talked to you before, besides the one time she had to apologise for bumping into you in the hallway. She still dreams about that interaction.

And now she’s gone for embarrassingly daydreaming about you to sitting in your room, surrounded by books about Italy, writing down interesting facts and discussing the order of the presentation.

But her mind is only halfway there. It’s hard to focus on wine, Rome, and pasta when you’re sitting right in front of her like this. The sunlight coming through the window is hitting your skin just right, she can smell your perfume, and your PJ shorts are the cutest she’s ever seen.

“So, do you have anything to add, or can I start writing out my part of the presentation already?”

“You look so cute.” The words leave her lips before they can even register in her own brain. It’s like her body has decided it needs to tell you how adorable you look, without her mind being able to pull the brakes at all.

You look up, quirking an eyebrow, clearly confused by what you’ve heard. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

“Ah! I, uh—“ She sits up straighter, her eyes averting to the papers scattered in front of her, cheeks tinging pink from embarrassment. She’s not great at coming up with excuses, but she doesn’t exactly have a choice right now.

“I said you uh… You look like a boot.”

Shit.

She could have slapped herself right then and there.

'Seriously, Buckley? A boot? That’s the best thing you could come up with? Not fruit, or something else nice?'

“Oh,” You look up, scratching the back of your neck for a moment. “Well, like a nice boot?”

“What qualifies as a nice boot?”

“I don’t know,” you smile, leaning backwards onto your hands. “I like cowboy boots. And gogo boots are cute too.”

“Huh. I see.” She tries not to make it seem like a big deal, but she enjoys learning small things like this about you.

A few moments pass, and she’s already got her nose shoved back into a book while you try to write down a good introduction.

“Did you actually have something to add though?” You ask, looking up from your paper.

“To the presentation?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I don‘t know.” She puts the book down, thinking it over for a moment. “Maybe that the word America comes from the Italian language?”

"Huh, seriously? That's really cool." You smile, and it makes the blood rush straight to her cheeks again. You're already noting it down under the 'fun facts' section of the presentation, your pen scribbling away as Robin tries to compose herself.

"Yeah, uh, Vespucci came up with it. Italian explorer." She fiddles with the bit of frayed fabric at the hem of her shirt to keep her hands busy.

"You're really smart, aren't you?" You flash her another smile, and she thinks it actually might kill her this time. There's no way someone could look this pretty.

"Oh, uhm... I-- I guess." She chuckles bashfully. "You're pretty smart too, though. You always know the answers to like, every question in class. Even though you never raise your hand."

You grin, knowing damn well that's out of pure laziness and not shyness at all. "Yeah, I guess so. 'M glad I got stuck with you on this assignment though. You're full of interesting facts, Buckley."

She smiles, averting her eyes in hopes of not looking like the complete lovestruck fool she is. "Yeah, well, maybe I'll teach you some Italian here and there too."

"Wait-- you speak Italian?" You sit up straight, eyes practically sparkling after finding out this new juicy bit of information.

"Well, only halfway so, but I like learning languages. Keeps the brain juicy, you know?"

You chuckle at that, leaning your elbows onto your knees and letting your cheeks rest on your palms. "You're somethin' else, you know that Buckley?"

"You're one to talk."

"Well, you did say I looked like a boot. I guess that counts as 'something else'."

The both of you start laughing, and suddenly she doesn't feel so bad about her slipup from earlier anymore. Or this project. Bless the universe for putting her in your room that day.

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[miseryoforpheus]

intro post <3

Hey there!

Im Jamie and my pronouns are They/She/he

Im a neurospicy minor (but I will swear and also am fine being moots with/talking to adults as long as no one is a creep to me it’s all good)

Uhhh welcome to my online diary :|

Happy to make friends if u want - feel free to DM me

online diary blog w lots of Neil Gaiman reblogs bc he’s my idol

Fun facts about me:

Umm ok (trying to think of fun facts now)

Im Italian but grew up in England, would love some more Italian moots <3

my favourite authors are Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett (but it’s been like that since before I read good omens lmao) also Rick Riordan and Alice Oseman

certified gravity falls child

if u couldn’t tell by the URL I’m obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology

nostalgic for a time I wasn’t even alive - late 80s and early 90s mainly but also like 70s

nostalgic for a time I WAS alive (barely but it still counts bc I do remember it) - the late 2000s

I did a quiz to see what Beatles band member I’d be and got Paul Mcartney

damn u rlly don’t realise how boring u r till u try and do an about me huh

Music I like:

Hozier, Olivia Rodrigo, Conan Gray, Harry Styles, YUNGBLUD, Beatles, Elton John, Queen, Renée Rapp, TV girl, bears in trees, Ricky Montgomery, NOAHFINNCE, MARINA, Fleetwood Mac

getting into:

Nirvana [used to love them a few years ago but then a mean girl made fun of me for it so I stopped listening to them but I’m starting again]

Dominic Fike Paramore

mother mother

MCR

the neighbourhood

The tags I will use:

Jamie answers asks - u guessed it this is for answering any asks

the most boring soap opera - my life stuff because my life is the most boring soap opera

MOTD - mood of the day which is just a lil thing I do

for the record:

I stand with Palestine 🇵🇸

please click here every day:

also free Ukraine 🇺🇦

aro and ace people are LGBTQ+ and this is an aro and ace and aroace safe blog

in general this is a COMPLETELY safe space

if u want anyone to talk to btw I’m always here to chat, can’t guarantee i’ll be able to help but I am always willing to listen literally any time we don’t even have to be moots or anything just DM me ok? Ily all take care of yourselves ok loves? <3

Also one last thing just for ppl that know me, I have no problem with u following this blog or anything but be warned that I’m not gonna filter my opinion at all on here bc I need a place to be myself and if u don’t want to see that i understand and idm just pls don’t take it as a personal attack or anything if u ever think something I post relates to you, I promise it’s not I just need to vent <3

My MOTD ratings:

0-2 > feeling really really really shitty

3-4 > shitty like I have too much sadness and anger and everything inside me and it feels horrible and yeah yk [reckless behaviour is strong here for me + pretty strong intrusive thoughts]

5 > normal. Numb. Yucky. Normal level of intrusive thoughts [for me at least, everyone is different]

6-7 > smol happy, probably was a bad day that got better

7-8 > :D

9-10 > fucking ecstatic

[jinkoh]

surprise me

minhyuk x fem!reader

summary: you feel like nothing exciting happened to you all year but your best friend is keen on helping you change that. after all, the year isn't over yet~

tags: best friends to lovers, fluff, lots of stupid shenanigans and friendly teasing, new yers eve celebrations, alcohol consumption, food mentions, SFW

word count: ~3,7k

a/n: i'm rlly rlly in my mx feels these days so it was high time to write a minhyuk fic (did y'all know i'm actually ulting this guy?) it's kind of a silly and cliché plot but what's a better time for these kinda stories than december?

i hope you had a merry merry christmas (if you celebrate) and will get to end this year happily 🎄❤️

Masterlist

Minhyuk was already sitting at your regular seats when you walked into the café, sipping on his latte while your drink was waiting for you on the table. It was a small shop next to a mall, a little on the expensive side, but their coffee was the best (and you got a discount on days your friend Kihyun was on shift). 

It was unusually calm today, perhaps people were still with their families or too busy returning unwanted gifts to take a coffee break. Aside from Minhyuk, there was only one other customer, a woman, sitting at a small table by the window. There wasn’t anyone behind the counter but you caught a glimpse of bright orange hair disappearing to the back right as you walked in. A new barista, you supposed, or at least you didn’t remember anyone that eye-catching to work here.

“You’re late,” Minhyuk complained, when you made your way over. “You’re worse than Hyungwon.”

You chuckled and slipped out of your winter coat before sitting down, immediately warming your frozen fingers on the warm glass in front of you. “It's not my fault. It snows once and everyone forgets how to drive. Took me ages to get here.”

“I was on time,” he grumbled, but you knew he wasn’t actually pissed at you. 

“So, how was Christmas?” you switched topics, hoping to hear some fun stories from his holidays.

He shrugged. “The usual. I was home. Actually Hyungwon celebrated with us too. He spends so much time with my family, I’m sure one of these days his parents are going to call me to complain.” Minhyuk laughed before taking another sip of his drink. “Oh, also, Changkyunnie helped Kihyun to dye his hair. Did you see him yet?”

You shook your head. “How did it go?”

Minhyuk drew in air through his teeth. “Well, at least the hair is still on his head?”

“It can’t be that bad.”

“Depends on who you’re asking.” He shook his head in amusement, as if he was recalling the disaster in front of his inner eye. “Anway, how was your christmas?”

You nodded slowly. “Fine, I guess?”

“You guess?”

“No, no, it was fine, it was nice.”

Minhyuk looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He knew you too well to be fooled. “But?”

“I just—I met up with some friends back from high school, you know, since everyone was home for the holidays.”

“Sounds nice. So, where’s the problem?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “Everyone was talking about all the things happening in their lives and I realized that nothing happened in mine.”

“You literally started a new job this year?”

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

You shrugged again. “It’s not about, like, achievements or whatever. I mean fun things, exciting things. The year is over and I can’t think of a single story to tell. It feels like I’ve become a really boring person.”

“Hm,” Minhyuk hummed. “It’s not over yet though.”

“Huh?”

“The year isn’t over yet. It’s only the 27th. That’s 4 days. Plenty of time to create some stories.”

“Stop joking around,” you frowned. “I’m actually upset about this, you know?”

“Yeah, but complaining won’t change anything. So, let’s do something about it.”

“Like what?”

Minhyuk kept quiet for a moment, his gaze following the people passing by the window. When a couple walked by, his expression suddenly lit up with a mischievous grin. “Hit on someone.”

“What? Now?”

“Yeah, why not?”

For one, because you weren’t the type to do that. You’d never hit on anyone before, in fact you barely managed to ask strangers for directions. But maybe Minhyuk was right. Maybe you should try to make some changes, if you weren’t satisfied with how things were. Becoming a little more daring seemed to be a good idea. 

Your gaze flicked outside. It still was snowing, the white cold piling up on the pavement. You’d only just warmed up after being out there—you weren’t all that keen on freezing to death all over again.

“Too scared to do it?” He teased, when you still hadn’t moved. “Thought you wanted to create some stories.”

“Shut up for a minute, will you?” you playfully shoved him away. “I’m trying to think here.” 

Since going outside was out of the question, you looked around the café. The woman was still sitting by the window, her nose buried in a thick book as she sipped on her coffee. You would have felt bad to disrupt her peace. Other than that—well, the new barista would be an option. He was still in the back, but the door was open and you knew the room was small enough that he’d still hear you if you stood by the counter. 

“Alright,” you declared and got up from your chair.

“Alright?” Minhyuk repeated with a laugh.

“I’m doing it.” With bold steps and a racing heart you made your way over to the counter. Minhyuk started saying something else, but you didn’t pay it any attention. You’d just get this over with.

You pushed your hair behind your ear and leaned over the counter, glancing through the open door.  The barista had his back to you, sorting coffee into the shelves. His almost neon orange hair really stood out against the muted colors of the café and you wondered what kind of person he was to choose a color that bold. 

“Excuse me,” you started, “I was wondering—are you here often?”

The moment the words were out you wanted to bite off your tongue. Are you here often? Well, probably, after all this was his workplace. You felt your face heating up and you heard Minhyuk snorting behind you. You shot him a warning glare, but it didn’t really keep him in line. 

The Barista finally turned around, and now you wanted to bite off your tongue even more. “Kihyun?!”

Minhyuk was full on laughing behind you now, clapping his thigh in amusement as he watched the scene unfold. Meanwhile, your eyes were still fixed on Kihyun’s hair. You briefly wondered if Changkyun was alive.

“Y/n, did you just try to hit on me?”

You reluctantly tore your gaze away from his hair to meet his gaze, before stuttering out an excuse. “What? No. Noo, of course not. I just meant like—are you here often? As in, this week. Are you here often this week?”

Kihyun didn’t seem to entirely believe you, his eyes wandering between you and the still laughing Minhyuk in suspicion. “Yeah, I work through until Saturday,” he replied anyway. “Why?”

“Just because. Can’t I care about my friend’s work schedule?”

He huffed a laugh. “Sure, you can. Just a little weird.”

“You know me, I’m weird,” you mumbled, your attention once again taken by his bright hair. “Sorry, Ki, I just can’t stop staring. Did you—was this intentional?”

Kihyun shot you a glare, flicking some strands out of his forehead. “We’re not talking about this.”

You nodded. “If it makes you feel better.”

“At least I didn’t try to hit on you.”

“I didn’t—!”

“You hit on Kihyun?!” Jooheon asked, scandalized, when you were strolling the mall the next day. Minhyuk had convinced you to come out with him, Jooheon and Shownu, which didn’t happen all that often since Minhyuk tended to be a homebody himself. But he’d claimed that you couldn’t make stories at home and you supposed he had a point there.

“Totally did,” Minhyuk answered in your stead, his eyes wandering over the things on display in the shop windows. 

“You made me do it in the first place.”

“Oh, don’t push the blame on me. I said someone, not Kihyun.”

“So, did he reject you?” Shownu chimed in, genuine concern in his voice. “Are you okay?”

“Shownu, I wasn’t actually hitting on Kihyun.”

He nodded understandingly. You didn’t think he actually understood at all, but you also didn’t want to dwell on the topic any longer, so you tried to steer the attention away by pointing out the karaoke stage that was set up a little further down the hall. A few people were gathered around it, but not too many since the mall wasn’t very crowded overall.

“That’s so perfect,” Minhyuk exclaimed and you knew from the color of his voice that you wouldn’t like what was going to follow. “I think y/n should sing Last Christmas to commemorate her painful rejection.”

“I didn’t get—and Christmas is over anyway!”

“Only if you let it be over,” Jooheon tutted. “It can always be Christmas in your heart.”

“Agreed,” Minhyuk nodded.

Your eyes wandered to the stage. It would surely be a story, you supposed. But you weren’t sure it would be the kind you wanted—you weren’t the best singer out there nor did you fancy being the center of attention.

“Wanna sing together?” Shownu offered, following your gaze.

“No way, not happening,” you declined maybe a little too quickly. “I’d sound even worse next to you with your silky voice.” 

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Shownu started but you just shook your head.

“You wouldn’t be saying this if you’d heard me sing before.”

Jooheon put his hand on Shownu’s shoulder. “Trust her on this.”

“Rude!” you complained with a laugh, boxing him in the side.

“You said it yourself!”

“It’s different when someone else does!”

“Anyway,” Minhyuk interrupted, jogging back to the three of you. You hadn’t even noticed he’d run off but maybe you should have paid more attention. He was smiling widely. “I signed you up, it’s your turn next.”

“I really hate you.”

“You really don’t, though.”

As he predicted, you were called on stage a few minutes after and you definitely did not want to be doing this. You held onto the mic with shaking hands when the song started playing and you timidly started to sing. It was truly awful and you were convinced these would be the longest 4 minutes and 22 seconds of your life. But then Minhyuk started to sing along loudly, making the people around him join in, until the little crowd in front of the stage was singing and laughing along with him (with you, he would argue later, but that was just flattery). It was stupid—after all he was the one who had made you do this in the first place—but knowing he wasn't going to leave you alone with it somehow made your heart feel warm and fuzzy. With everyone singing together, it wasn’t humiliating at all. Instead it was becoming pretty fun and you soon found yourself gaining some confidence, belting out the (wrong) notes and moving your body to the music. You were still laughing and full of adrenaline when you were coming down the stage, and so was the audience as they clapped and let you through to your friends. Jooheon held out his hand for a high five and Shownu gave you a thumbs up.

“You’re not that bad of a singer,” he insisted, making Jooheon snort. 

“It’s okay, you can stop lying now,” you giggled while Minhyuk linked arms with you. 

“I knew you could do it,” he said all proud, slightly nudging you in the side.

"Oh, come on, I barely did anything."

"No, you did plenty. Be a little proud!"

The door to Shownu, Hyungwon and Jooheon’s apartment wasn’t locked when you arrived, so you let yourself in, glad to escape the cold. You heard the guys as soon as you were inside, Minhyuk’s voice especially standing out in between the chatter that was coming from the living room. You quickly slipped out of your shoes and coat before making your way to where Minhyuk, Kihyun, Jooheon and Changkyun were already sitting on the floor, munching on sweet and savory treats and looking at something on Jooheon’s phone.

“Where is the rest?” you asked, instead of a greeting.

“Hyungwon is late as usual,” Jooheon replied with a shrug.

“But he lives here.”

Shownu huffed a small laugh as he came into the room with some soda and cups in his hand that he set down next to the snacks. “He’s grabbing some soju from the store,” he explained helpfully before taking a seat on a pillow and handing one to you too. You’d barely gotten comfortable when your phone lit up with a message from Minhyuk, which, considering he was sitting across from you, barely a meter away, didn’t make a ton of sense. You unlocked your phone anyway to take a look. 

Surprise everyone in this room, it said.

You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. What does that mean?, you mouthed at him, and he promptly started typing again.

Think of something. Do something daring.

He poked out his tongue at you and you started to question your sanity for still going along with this silly game. Maybe you should call it quits already, singing in front of a (half empty) mall should be enough of a story, right?

Still, you couldn’t just let it go, a weird sense of pride telling you not to lose. So, you were looking around the room for inspiration. You’d  for sure think of something daring to do. You'd surprise everyone. You’d surprise him.

You hadn’t come up with an idea yet when Hyungwon came back, complaining about the cold outside and warming up his frozen fingers in your neck, earning him a screech from you and amused laughter from Minhyuk. For someone who was supposed to be your best friend Minhyuk seemed to have plenty of fun at your expense. Not like you were seriously bothered by it—the two of you had always been like that. But it was high time to get back at him. Perhaps you could kill two birds with one stone tonight.

With the soju being poured in generous amounts and most of your friends being crackheads either way, the atmosphere felt light and you were buzzing with laughter and alcohol. Minhyuk had been sticking to soda, but he never needed to drink to loosen up, so he was leisurely laughing with everyone and snacking on the box of pocky sticks in front of him. That gave you some sort of idea, not the best idea honestly, but to be fair unlike Minhyuk you hadn’t abstained from drinking so you weren’t exactly in your right mind. When Minhyuk reached for the last pocky in the box, you interrupted him with a decided “Gimme that.”

Instead of aborting mission, he seemed to bring it to his lips even more quickly, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes when he mumbled out a “Sorry, too late” around the pocky stuck between his teeth. You hadn’t expected anything less though. Without thinking, you crawled over to him, grabbed his face with both hands, squeezing his cheeks together and making him look at you. 

“I don’t mind,” you said before nonchalantly taking a bite of the pocky, and then in a whisper that only Minhyuk could hear, you asked “Surprised?” He didn’t get the chance to reply though, because you were already scooting back to your pillow.

“Y/n!” Jooheon blurted out, “First Kihyun and now Minhyuk? Is no one safe from you? Am I next?” He dramatically crossed his arms in front of his chest as if to cover himself. The other guys broke out in laughter and you joined in, but the laughter got stuck in your throat when your gaze met Minhyuk’s. He was staring at you with wide eyes and red cheeks, the half eaten pocky still stuck between his teeth. 

“Can’t believe you’re taking her away from me after we only just got started,” Kihyun joked along, lightly bumping into Minhyuk’s side. That made him snap out of his trance. He huffed a halfhearted laugh. “I think it’s reasonable to have second thoughts about dating a literal orange,” he teased.

“Come on, let’s stop it with the jokes,” Changkyun interrupted with a light pout, seemingly more offended about it than Kihyun himself. “It looks fine.”

 “I agree, it suits him,” Shownu nodded and with that the topic seemed to be done. The pocky topic too was off the table, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it. The look on Minhyuk’s face wouldn’t leave your mind. You hadn’t really thought much of it when you’d done it—you’d just wanted to surprise him—but now you wondered if you had crossed a line? The two of you were usually touchy but perhaps this was different to him. Perhaps it was different to you, too, because why else would your chest suddenly feel so strange?

It was still on your mind when you got home that night and still when you were getting ready for the New Year's Eve party two days later. You’d planned to go to that party with everyone ages ago and even though you weren’t usually a New Year's Eve kinda person you’d been looking forward to it. But now you were suddenly feeling so nervous about it. You kept changing in and out of outfits just to end up settling for the first one after all, this strange voice in the back of your mind wondering if Minhyuk would like it. You’d never wondered about things like that before—Minhyuk had seen you at your worst, with greasy hair and tomato sauce on your sweatpants and it hadn’t bothered either one of you. But now things suddenly felt different, all because of a dumb pocky stick. You hadn’t seen or talked to him since and you kept worrying about whether things between the two of you had changed or if you were overthinking this by yourself.

The sound of your doorbell pulled you out of your thoughts, and a quick glance to the clock told you that it had to be the boys who had promised to pick you up. You hastily gathered your things and threw on your jacket before rushing to open the door.

“Oooh,” Jooheon nodded approvingly as he gave you a once over. “Looking good.”

You grinned. “Not bad yourself.”

He swooshed an imaginary strand of hair out of his forehead. “I knew the day would come when you’d fall for my charms.”

With a giggle you linked arms and made your way to where Shownu and Hyungwon were waiting in the car. The other three would drive there separately and you weren’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing because as much as you were nervous about meeting Minhyuk you were also dying to see him.

The ride to the party took your mind off things or a little bit though. Jooheon had connected his phone to the speakers and was playing upbeat music to get you all in the mood and it was more or less working. The party was already in full swing when you got there, loud music coming from inside the club and people standing outside to smoke. It was less than an hour until midnight, but that had been the plan from the get go. The real party only just starts at midnight, Jooheon had insisted, so it’s better not to come too early. 

The others were already inside, somewhere in the crowd. Hyungwon, Shownu, Jooheon and you got some drinks at the bar first and then split up to look for them. You agreed to meet up outside a few minutes before midnight, whether you found them or not, to see the fireworks. Obviously it would have been smarter to make that agreement with everyone beforehand, but somehow no one had thought of that and texting them now was fruitless since there was no reception inside the club. Hence, you pushed yourself through the crowd of dancing people, trying to spot your friends. You hadn’t expected it to be so difficult to find them, the location was a lot bigger and busier than anticipated, and slowly but surely you were running out of time. Maybe it was smarter to make your way outside now, to see the fireworks with the others. Maybe they’d already found them and were just waiting for you—but something was urging you to keep looking. It was silly, it was just New Year's Eve, but your chest was filled with desperation to find them. All three of them, you told yourself, but you knew that wasn’t exactly true. It was Minhyuk you wanted to find. It was him you wanted to spend the last minutes of this year with.

Just when you wanted to go back to search the places you’d already searched to make sure you hadn't missed them, you felt someone grabbing your wrist and stopping you. 

“Y/n.” Minhyuk was standing behind you, a little breathless. Relief washed over you. “I was looking for you,” you said, your voice barely audible over the loud music. Minhyuk understood you anyway. He smiled. “Me too.”

For a moment you just looked at each other and there was this weird tingling feeling in your stomach. He was still holding onto your wrist but you didn’t try to pull away.

“You look pretty,” he eventually said and it made your heart skip a beat. Jooheon had complimented you earlier too, but this felt completely different. At a loss of how to respond, you averted your gaze.

“The others are outside,” you changed the topic. “We’ll miss the fireworks.”

“Yeah.” Still, he didn’t show any intention to move.

Suddenly the music stopped, and the people around you started cheering excitedly before collectively yelling a loud TEN!

Your gaze shot back to Minhyuk whose eyes had never left you.

 NINE!

 He leaned in a little. 

EIGHT!

“Surprise me,” he whispered right into your ear, making a shiver run down your spine.

SEVEN!

He pulled away again.

SIX!

You stared at him with wide eyes, your gaze briefly flicking to his lips.

FIVE!

Your mouth felt dry.

FOUR!

Was he really implying what you thought he was implying?

THREE!

Your heart was racing in your chest like crazy.

TWO!

Only one way to find out. 

ONE!

You reached for his collar and pulled him closer, smashing your lips into his with a little too much fervor. He didn’t hesitate to bring his hands up to cup your jaw, kissing you back as the people around you celebrated and the music turned back on. You kissed until you felt out of breath, and even then you didn’t go far, his forehead resting against yours.

“Is this good enough of a story to tell?”

“I don’t care about that anymore,” you replied. “This is better than a story.”

He broke into a smile, crinkles forming around his eyes and his gums showing. “Is it?”

“Mhm,” you leaned in again to leave another peck on his lips. “It is.”

Masterlist

[blackbatcass]

im so happy u turned ur anons back on they rlly thought they were baiting you, huh?

anyways! im sooo excited for the cass rebirth fic skdfewkd but in the meantime i DO wanna get into some arrowfam. ollie, roy, mia and connor just interest me so muchh but i havent read muc except for fics and even though i was supposed to follow my super specific reading order i wanna take a break from nw and the batfam and read something else.

like you said ga can be very healing!

anyways do you have a read list for me that includes all of them? thankss!

p.s nightwing vs green arrow was a question dc posted on their insta and the answers really surprised me! any insight on this?

LOVE YAAA

hey! <3333 tyyy i hope it lives up to expectation. LITERALLY reading ollie is so healing its good for the soul.

so this is like a comprehensive list of ollie comics, and this is a guide to everyone in the arrowfam. they’re super helpful if you want a broad overview

for my own personal recs, i think it's nice to start with green arrow: year one or green arrow stranded, to get a feel for his origin & time on the island. the hard traveling heroes (green lantern/green arrow) stories are also essential reading in that they basically established the modern version of ollie's personality and they're soo much fun, just beware of snowbirds lol.

from there green arrow vol 2 (1988) is the big one! pretty much Thee green arrow run, especially if you want to get to know ollie better. it's a lot of solid street-level ga stories in seattle, dinah's there, eddie fyers is there, and connor's introduced towards the end! if you're specifically interested in connor #102-137 was his original green arrow run. though word of caution that anything written after mike grell is a bit questionable.

if you're more interested in the 'arrowfamily' as a whole then you're looking for green arrow vol 3 (2001). it's 75 issues and a lot of fun. this is where ollie comes back to life, mia is introduced, ollie legalizes gay marriage, etc. it's pretty much just ollie hanging out with connor and mia and having some more street-level star city shenanigans, and i am very fond of it. that being said when judd winick takes over there is some questionable shit (you might want to just skip the arc with joanna pierce) but overall it's a fun time. roy shows up occasionally, dinah comes and goes. it's probably the best run to read if you want to get to know the arrowfam as a whole.

do not read green arrow/black canary unless you're desperate. it's bad. it's hilariously bad. do not trust anyone who tells you it's good. it is pretty harmless so if you just want to skim through for mia funny moments go ahead but...yeah it's trash.

post-new 52 there is not a lot unfortunately. a lot of it's garbage. the jeff lemire run is probably the most salvageable? and the rebirth one (volume 6) isn't as nauseating so that's also an option. but obviously you can read & enjoy whatever you want, maybe new52 ollie is your favorite ollie. i would say to read through some of this if you're interested in emiko but i can't really recommend it per se.

and that brings us to the current ga ongoing! you've probably heard us bitch about it a lot on here, but tbh it's been less bad & more mediocre. mediocre comics are just really frustrating to read through in real time. i might give it a try though, it has some nice moments even though it's not great, and williamson is leaving the title next month! chris condon is set to take over and has said the first arc is about street-level crime in star city, influenced by grell and o'neill. so i am VERY excited, it has the possibility to be peak. i think condon's run (issue 18) could be a great place to hop on!

so those are my green arrow recs! if you're more interested in roy, he usually features more in titans titles than ga titles so i have a separate list in my comic recs tag for him.

i couldn't find the ig post you were talking about? i have no clue how a fight between dick and ollie would go if that's the question. power scaling is not my forte by any means. i'm not sure how ollie's archery and dick's hand to hand fighting would match up. so i don't have a lot of insight on that sorry!

[borom1r]

2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 12, 14, 18, 20, 22 for lotr from the violence ask meme 😈

OK i have answered 2 already but lets do this thing fuck yea (thank uuuuuuuuuu!!!!!)

3) screenshot or description of the worst take you’ve seen on tumblr

look its not really a "take" but the amount of people who just post variations of "I don't like Boromir, he's the worst" IN THE BOROMIR TAG is genuinely insane to me. like have ur (incorrect) opinion but keep it out of the tag worstie

7) what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

uhhhh no one thank the gods. ive always disliked Denethor Because of canon. but i will say stumbling across the file index of an old LotR fansite + clicking on files w/ no preview only to find graphics thirsting over Denethor did cause massive psychic damage lmao

8) common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

idk 😭 i dont interact w/ the broader fandom really. i do find the way ppl reduce Pippin to Just a joke character in fanon insufferable tho

9) worst part of canon

BOOK!FARAMIR + HIS MIDDLEMEN SHTICK MY WORSTIE.

also ngl i do find the Aragorn/Arwen romance....... Weird. like I'm far from averse to "love at first sight" so long as it comes with the recognition that it's really more infatuation + true love takes work. and there's the fact Aragorn fell head over heels for an image of Lúthien, and Arwen's heart did not turn towards him until Galadriel dressed him up in elven finery. not to mention she was "not yet weary of her days" when Aragorn dies + has to die "whether I will or I nill" like she. wastes away? slowly alone in Lothlórien.

like idk [Aragorn kinnie voice] that's my sister, man but all that aside I do think.. Arwen deserved better? I like that the movies made her more active + I do wish she'd actually been there at Helm's Deep bc it would've been fun to see her and Éowyn bond but yeah. the vibes were off with that whole situation imho

12) the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

huh. does Théodred count? i feel like he's kind of a blank slate so fandom can just kinda run wild with him but i do genuinely enjoy writing him + find that there are solid implications for at least a friendship between him + Boromir (if not more). i mean, Boromir got a Rohirric shield from someone

14) that one thing you see in fics all the time

ok th implication here bein its sth that bothers me which thankfully i pretty much only read Aramir or Faramir/Éomer fics soooo theres not much??

i think the only things that RLLY get to me + they aren't THAT popular trope-wise (or ive been rlly good at avoiding them lmao) are fics that 1) make Boromir overly aggressive or 2) completely woobify Faramir

+ tbh the Faramir one bothers me more actually. that is a grown ass man and captain of the rangers of Ithilien.....................

18) it’s absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on…

HRM. again idk :3 <- blissfully not interacting w the broader fandom + only interacting w/ ppl w correct takes on Boromir + Rohan

(tentatively i need to start following more ppl i see some of yall in my notes + i shld follow. sorry im like a nervous dog u need to coax out from under the porch lol)

20) part of canon you found tedious or boring

side-eyeing my copies of the Histories. i need to finish those. eventually.............

22) your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

ignores?????? nothing i think (thankfully lmao) but i will say there is SO much detail in the films that it makes me INSANE. ik we literally just talked abt this in DMs lmao but i could sit n talk abt LotR costuming for fucking HOURS the films were SO stunning and the clothing alone reveals sooooooo much abt the characters i think its a super underrated vehicle for character analysis :3

[mybedroomceilingsbored]

I have MORE things I want to know actually (in reference to the tag game) 5, 11, 12, 18, 24, 28 im just gonna keep going I’m curious 31, 33, 39

aw thanks!!!

5 (what made you start your blog) - i first joined tumblr in late '21 i think? (i'd just had a rlly bad rehearsal and needed to blow off some steam lol) I didn't post anything or interact with anyone, i just lurked for quite a while. In early '23 i think, i started posting stuff and put up a bunch of my (truly terrible) observations/photos/poetry/whatnot, and then deleted it all in that summer. i tentatively started posting again that fall, and here i am!

11 (what do you consider to be romance) - huh idrk! i don't crush much, so i feel like my own definition might be a little looser than others'.

12 (advice you want to share) - hmm, get outside as much as possible (it's done wonders for me), pick up as many hobbies as possible while you have the time, if you get periods (or just are tired) then heat up milk and add sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla extract (super relaxing and good for cramps WITHOUT the caffeine and super high sugar)

18 (do you believe in ghosts/aliens) - DEFINITELY ghosts, i've had a lot of family members have personal encounters. With aliens, it's more of a scientific probability, it'd be a lot more unlikely for them not to exist

24 (something you're proud of yourself for) - Earlier this year, i started trying to make a point of spending time with this girl who never seemed to have someone to talk to (she's homeschooled and shy, comes from a super conservative fundamentalist family, is tall with a blue mullet, stims a lot, and will happily talk about transformers for hours). Turns out she's super sweet and warm, once she gets comfortable! Now she's rlly happy to have someone to hang out with, we're gonna go get smoothies soon :)

28 (do you collect anything) - not really lol!

31 (are you messy or organized) - i'm organized when i really want to be. The rest of the time, i'm usually kind of a slob :)

33 (hobbies) - quite a few haha! I'm a dancer (ballet, pointe, modern, jazz, tap, and hip-hop), i play the piano, the flute, and the ukulele, i crochet/knit/sew/embroider/sketch/paint, i read a LOT and do a ton of jigsaw puzzles, and i bake and cook! i also like biking, swimming, and jogging, and my brother's trying to get me into weightlifting :)

39 (youtuber you've been obsessed with/why) - i don't really watch youtube, sorry! i like watching cavetown's stuff ig, and i've been enjoying a comedy improv group called shoot from the hip???

thanks for asking, this was a lot of fun! i'd love to hear any of your answers if you wanted to share!!

[euclydya]

Pls info dump about your system. I saw in your tag that you want to so consider this a free pass to do so I want to know all that ya want to share

HI!!!! SORRY YOUSENT THIS LIEK A WEEK AGO WE WERE WAITING 4 WHEN WE JAD ENOUGH ENERGY 2 INFODUMP JSISJDJFFNDJD OK OK UNDER THE CUT

WE ACTUALLY. ... DONT KNOW WEHRE 2 start Uhhhmmmm. hmmmm. OH MAYBE THE HEADSPACE!

ok SO the headspace changes DRASTICALLY like every few months or few weeks or so. Just a week ago it was a copy of the house we currently live in. We like,,, grew up in this house so it was Also our headspace for years as a kid and we had the vibe tht it was. The exact headspace frlm back then too bUT WE never did get to find out bc it changed AGAIN like a few days ago. smh. Now i think we're just above & outside of The Cave™™™™™ tht was discovered here earlier this year. WHICH IS REALLY FUCKING COOL! BECAUSE THAT MEANS:

The headspace survived the nuclear winter!!*

HOYL SHIT WE'RE IN THE MAIN HEADSPACE AGAIN LET'S GOOOOO <= has been stuck in Harry's headspace for the past half yearIEJFKDKFMC

[*Sometimes it just fucking gets Destroyed. Like... Semi permanently. As in, if it gets destroyed there is Very Little Chance we'll see that variation of our headspace AgainFHDJDKFKFJ and last we uhhjj Talked to anyone in the Main System, bc we are... TECHNICALLY A SUBSYSTEM! FJDJFJ, they were like Yeah no everything is fucking Destroyed <3. But that's not the case snymore ig???????]

SO w all this information actually if we rlly wanted we could probably make a decent map of the area. cuz if We jave this headspace back then we have Everythingggg it had in it back too & everything that it was connected to THAT'S NEAT WE MIGHT DO THAT!!

uhhjjj waht else. HMMM. i thuink our current front roster is neat TBH there's some guys active rn that we'd have never expected. like HI PHYS! WYD WHY R U HERE RN <3 QJAIWOSKSKDNCXN but it's fun !!!! i hope everyone innn our subsystem will fromt here at lEast once bc I Am Lov Collecting Informatión On Everyone <= Primarily fills out everyone's PK & Simply Plural descriptions. actually I think maybe everyone has fronted a sufficiently long enough time EXCEPT FOR HAND/EYE LIKE S I R GET YOUR ASS UP HERE TELL ME ABT YOURSELF BASTARD !! GJCJCKCKF all ik abt him is that He enjoys making Pokeblocks On Pokefarm. that is IT and that's NOT ENOUGH INFORMATION MY GUY but anyways.

i also think us Existing Here is so funny in itself like our asses rlly just got Possibly permanently isekai'd huh. like. like. Genuinely I don't know if our past mains r coming back at this point but that's FINE we already did the whole 96 stages of grief shit about it IF that be the case then SO be it Whatever there's pros to this life ig. like THIS body isn't on the verge of SUDDENLY DYING FOR NO REASON and also We have a cat. we have a cat!!!!! and a dog!!!!!! whaddahell!!!!!!!

there's lotsa fun shit here But there r also the Horrors. Like I PERSONALLY WOULD LOOVE TO EXIST with Out the Constant Paranoia And Delusions but IT *IS* PREFERABLE! OVER WHSTEVER THE FUCK WAS WRONG WITH HARRY <3 AJSJDJF

I will say tho. When we uhhhhhhh All popped in & all we Just assumed we'd be Gone & dormant MONTHS AGO but ummmm . well. apparently not! sO the things we wanted 2 Experience have a High probability Of Happening,! Like PT is excited for Halloween and UNLESS those pirate fucks completely take over the roster within the next like week [0f.md s2 on the 5th babey!!! holy shit!!] then it's. Probably gonna happwn!!! which is so cool we don't actually... hey did Halloween exist in (source game)

man and speaking of. Memories Of The Past as we call source memories. It's a collective sys-wide trait thing All our fictives from aNY source rlly enjoy piecing together what they remember from their canons & all It's like enrichment for us. BUT we've been kinda piecing together a rough timeline of when We all formed in our canon That's our biggest Thought Project™ rn. No estimated time 4 when it'll be Complete tho probs never tbh. and w that in mind u may or may not believe who harry's first sysmate was According 2 what we've put togetherJTJEDKFKDJS

ok that's liek 5 trillion words Whoops. we r so talkatives <3 I am going to stop there it's like 5 am JFJDDKCKF we gotta go back to bedddd -E-Chem

[zero-braincells-left]

hey zero!!! I just wanted to check in

are you doing alright? I've seen a couple of your posts recently and you seemed unwell (mentally) so I just wanted to make sure you are alright!

- (starting today) daily check in anon! 🩵

i mean ive been doing pretty good?? tbh whevener I post stuff I forget about it like ten minutes later most of the time so im assuming ur talking abt whatever it was when I wasn’t feeling great abt going back to school n shit and. it’s just like that every weekend ig

if you had a specific thing in mind that I’ve mentioned then uhhh?? ask I guess

venting adjacent?? not gonna tag this as a vent tho it’s more just me typing a lot

i don’t really post abt any actual problems i have which the main things rn ig are just

-friend I really care about has been calling me weird and really annoying more and more often (as i mentioned a few times here before it’s just like. being annoying is the only way i can show affection but it is uhhhh not effective with most people)

-haven’t been outright called annoying but feel like im being annoying and clingy to one of my friends and. I feel like he doesn’t like it when I hang out with him . the fact that i have a crush on him is not helping me in the slightest

-my old friend group is still an issue but I think it’s been bothering me less?? i mean it’s still gonna suck for a while. it sucks whenever i look at the messages they sent that I was not meant to see, and it sucks when i see my friends at school or even just do something that makes me think abt them like “oh. last time I went to the mall it was with them” and stuff. made a post on like November 30 I think abt just… this month and how. huh. the 8th was supposed to be our one year anniversary of being friends, which we only tracked because of when our discord server was made but. I deleted that and now im not even in the friend group and I wonder what they’re doing . overall yeah this still isn’t great and I know I can’t fix it but it hasn’t been weighing on me too heavily anymore

rlly other than that my problems consist of very small things regarding fandoms lmao but thank you 🩵

[moonstandardtime]

people rlly like this post huh. ok heres a treat. assume this is immediately postcanon

#the power of hyperfixation trumps the unwillingness of adhd #my post

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🌠 alltheworldsastage 🔁 thelooperrrrrr

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🏰 josepierre

ugh all my mutuals are getting frozen in time. dash is dead

🏰 josepierre

immediately after posting this i got frozen. change god loves me?

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anonymous asked: ARE YOU ONE OF THE SAVIORS

I DONT KNOW WHAT UR TALKING ABOUT

#LEAVE ME ALONE..... #plum.asks #plum.original

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🫀 theyaoiofchateaucastle

anonymous asked: is the ka buan savior single

WHERE are you all COMIGN FROM. also WHAT?????

#plum.asks #plum.original #(shes not interested)

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🗒️ am-i-the-crabclaw-official

anonymous asked: AITC for freezing a country in time? This sounds really bad but I had my reasons. I (dilf age, M) lost contact with my home country tragically. I was stranded in a very hospitable country, and found myself happy there. The people were welcoming, kind, and joyous. It was... perfect. I decided that I could not allow the same tragedy to befall this place as did my home. So, I took action; I asked the Universe for its aid in preventing this, and it supplied. It gifted me with power over time, so that I might capture and remember this beauty forever. However, it seemed that the residents of this country did not understand my intent... A group of saviors came to stop me, and are insisting that I am in the wrong for my wish to save them. AITC?

#aitc #am i the crabclaw #snickering. we all know who #tho im not sure where the asker got this much info? #and its certainly not the man himself hes frozen as the evolution of crabs #im inclined to believe this is one of the saviors tbh.

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🌟 thelooperrrrrr asked: can you tag ur vent

whag

#ur pfp/. #anwser my bblinding calls #also yea👍

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stars i dont know what to do with myself. why do i still feel like this

#ignore me #vent

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🕊️ thatskykid 🔁 4ours-a-crowd

🕊️ thatskykid

did literally anyone else see that weird shade btw or am i losing it

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You're not losing it! We're pretty sure that was a Color!

Pretty recently (as far as academics are concerned), there's been a pretty big discovery--that of Color Theory. Essentially what Color Theory is, is that the shades we see now are actually much brighter shades called Colors, and for some reason, our eyes or brains lost the ability to process them. For example, grass is "Grin" and the sky is "Blu".

What you saw was "Red", which reportedly appears when something is "breaking". There are a lot of reports from Central Vaugarde of people seeing it in the sky around the same time / just after the King's curse dissipated, leading many to believe that it's directly related. We won't know for sure until the saviors come forward with more information on how their quest went, but it does seem pretty likely.

TL;DR: You saw the fabric of reality breaking, probably as a result of something the saviors did when defeating the King. Isn't that fun!

🕊️ thatskykid

CRABBING EXCUSE ME

#WHAT. WHAT #AND UR JUST GONNA LEAVE ME WITH THAT KNOWLEDGE.

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WHY I THINK PLUM @THEYAOIOFCHATEAUCASTLE IS THE CHOSEN SAVIOR OF VAUGARDE

Ik this sounds a little conspiracy theory-y but hear me out ok.

ok Im not super sure how to start this. but Ig Ill start with what tipped me off at first.

so way back before all the king stuff. shed mentioned she lives in central Vaugarde and is a housemaiden. the chosen savior is a housemaiden at Dormonts house, which is in central Vaugarde. its a rlly big house bc it represents a bunch of small villages so it does have a lot of housemaidens but still.

SECOND THING. is that at the beginning of the King stuff, like right when the King invaded Dormonts house, she went offline and then CAME BACK. only one person escaped the house that day and it was the savior. sure, she mightve just been out of the house that day, but like? cmon

THIRD THING. is that if you look at her archive, her posts line up pretty well with what it seems like the savior was doing. she talks about traveling a couple times and Im pretty sure I remember seeing a post back then complaining abt camping. also one complaining abt defenders right around the time Jouventes defenders denied the saviors request for help. but I couldnt find either when I look back so I think she mightve deleted them

FOURTH THING. is she was offline for most of the day before and the entire day of the Kings defeat. which yeah nobody in Vaugarde was online consistently at all, especially not people who were traveling, but. like. with all the other stuff? its just the final nail in the coffin yknow.

so. theres my theory. dont harrass her or anything OBVIOUSLY. but Ive just been thinking about this nonstop and I NEEDed to get it out there

#ur telling me the chosen savior of vaugarde is a fujoshi

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🫀 theyaoiofchateaucastle

guys please...

#plum.original #thanks for all the follows? but oh change my notifs. my inbox

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#!!! #fav

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🌃 changehold

thinking about stussy

isat fakeposting. id do it but i dont have the patience to come up with it. somethn somethin electronics dont like being frozen and ur mutual is complaining and getting zero notes. king posting aitas. siffrin ventposting rlly vaguely between petfindr reblogs. anyone else see that weird shade no just me ok. mirabelles highly popular yaoi posting blog gets found by the masses

[litany-writes]

f1 tag game :)

(Tag some people you'd like to get to know better!)

tagged by @rubywingsracing, ty!! sorry this is like almost 2 months late oopsies

Who is your favorite driver: osco <33

Do you have other favorite drivers: lando, logan, alex, charles, honestly most of them? they all compel me for different reasons

Who is your least favorite driver: i used to hate on carlos but, and i am being 100% serious, i started consuming carcar content and NOW i like him. it's the oscar effect idk what to tell you. so now i don't rlly have one lmao

Do you pull for the drivers or do you like the teams as well?: mostly just the drivers. if i like both drivers, then I'll support the team (like mclaren, or ferrari next year), but if the drivers move then i'll switch my allegiance i think

If you like teams what teams do you pull for: again, rn it's mostly mclaren. and williams, because i feel bad form them and i want them to succeed :( (and also my mom decided to be a williams fan so now i feel Obligated to support them)

How long have you been into F1: coming up on a year!! i got into it at some point last summer :)

What got you into F1: my sister's bf was watching DTS and got her into it, and she got me into it, and then our whole family started watching it and i was like "huh. i wonder if there's a fandom for this" and i went on ao3 and was like wOAH OKAYYY??? and here i am

Do you enjoy fanfic/RPF: well, i write it. so, yes, i kinda have to. admittedly, sometimes it sucks, especially rpf. but i think it's a healthy part of any fandom.

How do you view new fans: I mean i'd still consider myself to be one, so... i think this question is not for me. that being said, the fans (in any fandom w rpf) that try to bring shipping/rpf/etc to the attention of the teams/ppl involved are not valid and need to like. not do that. like we don't claim them ok

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why? eeeee i think i wouldn't be very good at the job in general, but if i had to pick then maybe williams just bc i've got that I Can Fix Him mentality, or mclaren just so i can meet my faves!!

Are your friends and family into F1?: yes!!! my whole fam is into it (we may or may not be seeing a race this seasonnn.... !!!), and i've now gotten several of my friends into it as well!

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?: 100%!!! PLEASE CHAT W ME!! DM ME!! SEND ME AN ASK!! i absolutely love making new friends!!!!!!!!!!!!

not tagging anyone bc i think? most of my moots have done it already? but if you see this and you haven't pls do!!! and tag me so I can see it!! <33