#i think about these dorks on a daily basis

[questionablepen]

ok adding to my tdwt alenoah ex situationship au

so, it all starts when noah meets alejandro during his run on total drama dirtbags. noah is still an assistant and alejandro is just like The Worst, but he's kinda nice to noah and noah is like. weird but ok.

alejandro chats him up before and during filming, noah just tries to be polite before he actually finds himself really enjoying talking to him.

they start hanging out a lot more, off set, on set, they share looks in the middle of filming when alejandro is on camera and makes a particularly fun joke or when another cast member says something stupid.

it's still the middle of filming, albeit neither of them are on camera, when they sneak off to a beach off set and share their first kiss.

it's like super uber romantic and noah is like omg. okay. work. lets try and be normal about this.

alejandro however is like internally freaking the fuck out. mans is like holyyyy yfuckckckkk i ruined everything even though everything is literally fine. but he's dealing with some shit so he's just a mess despite how much he actually likes this guy.

so they keep sneaking off together and making out n stuff but alejandro starts acting super weird. noah notices that he's starting to treat him kinda like everyone else and is closing himself off, so he obviously has to talk to him about it.

it goes horribly. the last day on set, noah confronts alejandro about it and alejandro doesnt rlly know what to say so he's like uhhhh i didnt like you that much anyway/you were clingy/we arent even dating, and noah is like FUCK this guy im leaving. and they both go their separate ways thinking they'll never see each other again.

too bad, chris mclean says, as he offers noah a shit ton of money to join total drama world tour.

and, obviously, noah is in no position to refuse the money, especially with his younger sisters needing to go to college not to mention the work chris put in negotiating his pay.

noah already knows who is finalized for the cast, now including himself.

so, he finds himself in a position where he not only has to deal with his ex situationship on a daily basis, but he has to work with him on the SAME TEAM.

alejandro doesn't know that noah was on season one, much less he's joining world tour, so he see's noah on the bus and is like FUCKKKKK!!!! literally he's like oh my god the love of my life i fucked up so bad i need him back RIGHT NOW

so he makes it his mission to win back noah, but he's still playing the game, so it's like a disaster of alejandro trying to play the game and play people but also trying to be honest with noah and get him to trust him again.

and noah doesn't really know what to believe, plus, he's still super mad. so he kinda just watches alejandro be stupid and then makes fun of him while his heart is beating super fast bc he likes that dork so much.

basically they're just disaster gays and are STUPID!!!

[idv-sunsxin3]

Horropedia // Dating Headcanons

Note// First Reverse: 1999 writing. A bit suggestive in some parts. This is my version of Horropedia, so if you don’t like it,,,, you might as well have to write your own because this is meant for my self-indulgence;; sowwy <//3

// preferably female s/o- gender neutral is also okay since I didn’t exactly mention a specific gender :)

As a strange autistic guy, I just imagine him to be the type of guy who probably have indirectly confessed to you earlier before you can even realize that months after- like you're just laid down on an armchair and you suddenly connected lines on the previous lines you once heard him before-

"Ah, hey! I've been waiting all my life to meet someone like you, so I had to come and say hello."

...he literally just say a simple remark with that smile as he gifted you a spirit catcher pistol- and then left....

Sometimes, you might not understand him. But you eventually asked him out on a date (in a normal way for once-).

"Oh? A date? Great! Let's go get coffee together. " :))

Little do you know, he also plans to have a ghost hunting date after that---

___

Kissing scenes in horror films? Horropedia at first felt a bit skeptical about them, finding that unnecessary... Until he got a crush on you, and then FELL for you - That's when he lowkey wondered in his autism brain... how would a kiss with you feels like?

Oh gosh, so many possibilities;;;

Horropedia would slowly realize the fact that he would unconsciously check his mouth breathing and fix his hair a bit whenever he spots you entering the room. "Who knows when that kiss scene happened cough cough -"/hj

There was a time Horropedia sneakily slipped during those ironically cute kissing scenes in a horror movie.. You may think you would just slip away from the unknown opportunity he would be searching for - But no, you wouldn't even get the peace to resume watching or have time to recover from a jumpscare that happened few minutes ago when there is this silly dork softly nibbling and smooching on your face and neck like that;;;

aaaand now you're making out with him in the middle of the movie ..

It seems there are now more reasons for him to ask you to stay over. ;)

He wants to impress you so bad ever since the moment he heard about you - You just happened to be... ordinary? But at the same time, refreshing... someone who easily connects with almost anyone.

Darn, I think you’re made for him. ☺️ (lol)

At first, he wanted to be the Mr. Mysterious and only introduced himself to you as "Horropedia. "... At some certain point after, he would  bashfully let you call him "Joshua." Just don't get too cocky...-/ih

If you're just as comfortable with dark humor and other kinds of morbid stuff, there is this small scenario where you and Horropedia would roleplay a bit as to help him make up stories involving these morbid antagonists and anti-heroes...- He would be kinda a bit down bad if you say Wednesday Adams stuff technically./hj

He is not sure If he has the right to die or laugh when he gets called "Joshy"... it's cringe, but he finds your silly demeanor very cute and funny.

You happen to be a big listener when it comes to horror movies, horror stories, and horror video games- whatever horropedia rambles at you at 3 am. as if it is a nearly daily basis/ih

He loves sharing hobbies with you, even cherishing the moments when you get to do whatever activities with him that are close to his interests and what he's passionate about...

You can already tell he's not interested in anything else other than that sense of thrill he has for phenomenon or violent drama... but he'll try his best to be flexible when it comes to giving you quality time... Like crafting, cooking, maybe painting?

You might know what he will create in his own hands...- ghost cupcakes, a sculpture of Friday the 13th's killer, Michael Myers mask---

Jumpscares are out of date for him, of course, but then... he still watches those classical horror movies once in a while since they're pretty much fundamental to the art of fear.

Ironically... He does like surprise back touches! Well... As long as it doesn't have to imply his poor posture, back hugs are good to go.

He finds it pleasant to have you sit next to him or on his lap as he plays those Indie horror games(?), "mmmm... Dark deception? World of Horror? Resident Evil? The Last of Us? What about Outlast? What do you think, Babe? :))"

FNAF would be obviously a breeze for him... Bro, imagine him going crazy about fnaf lore, hahahha-

DDLC gave him mixed feelings. He is half glad his baby is not that mad crazy because of that/ih

LITTLE NIGHRMARESSSS- Man, imagine him having these silly moments with how he just concerningly reacts so happily at a kid eating a gnome who just offered a sausage oh gosh-

Watching horror movies with him would be like watching a live commentary channel as you feel a slim hand rubbing your waist throughout the movie.

You might have mixed reactions alongside him when accidentally encountering sex scenes on horror movies...- things might get awkward but he would make sure to close your eyes if you don't like to see that kind of stuff- intercourse is not the option,,,, mass arson it is/ih

I can only imagine Horropedia calling you either your name, Babe, Baby, or  Boo (NOT PUN INTENDED I SWEAR FJNFNF;;) Is usually your name being called normally. Unless he is so so happy,,, or is because he just did something you probably not going to like~ 😇✨️

“Is your name Boo? Because you’re making me scream in delight.” ♥️

Oh boy-

[haminjago]

The way you draw Toshi is just divine 🥺💛 What's your favorite thing about All Might?

AWW thank you! And to be honest there is a lot lol but I think the biggest thing is just how much I feel like I can relate to him in some ways? He's so selfless to the point where it's almost dangerous, and the whole notion of him believing that he didn't have any worth or ability to assist his students anymore after losing his quirk really struck a chord with me? Overall I just think his character is fascinating and one of my favorite tropes is the character that gives themselves so much to the point where theres nothing left. Also the whole concept of him having to mask how he really feels on a daily basis is also just hitting home in some ways. I just see a lot of myself in him and I love the way he's written so much...I find him to be such a tragic but inspiring character at the same time, and everyday I thank Horikoshi for letting him get to be the old(er) man he is at the end of the manga

I also just like old men and and hes a dork and pretty and blonde and funny and hes my husband thats all ty

[betbeton]

✃ ❛ A Michelin Star Meal ❜

Various Blue Lock Men Eating You Out

Drabbles

Warnings - Feminine Terms of Endearment, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Mild Pain Play, Illusions to an Oral Fixation, Fingering (F Receiving)

18 + Minors DNI

Fem Reader

✎ Babes I cannot be told Chris doesn't have an oral fixation

⪧ Lavinho

Hot lips pressing to your thighs, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your outer lips it was all a prelude to the final act. The thing you had been craving since Lavinho and you had gotten home from your date, what his fingers beneath your skirt at dinner had promised. The only thing you would openly beg for when in bed, for his slick, warm mouth to abuse your clit while his fingers fucked you till you couldn't see straight. Back arching slightly you reached a hand down when his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your mound before he flattened his tongue on your clit with a wide almost feral grin on his charming face.

Through hazed over eyes you watched as he puckered his lips and blew cold air onto your warm slick sex causing your body to twitch slightly which earned a snicker from Lavinho. Tugging his fingers from your hole he held them up as he moved to hover above you, your hand dropping from his head to the matters as those warm eyes gazed down at you. Bringing his hand up to your mouth he silent tapped them against your lips as he waited for your lips to part before slipping them into the warm confines of your mouth. The earthy taste of your own arousal on your tongue had a breathy groan leaving your full mouth... It was going to be a long night.

⪧ Michael Kaiser

Finally you had put that fucker's mouth to good use. Michael was lucky he was pretty even if his hair looked like a little sea bug from certain angles. With a hand fisted in his hair and his arms around your thighs you rocked forward, clit bumping against his nose as his tongue greedily plunged in and out of your wet entrance. Soft breathless pants of his name dropped from your open mouth like a prayer. Even when his eyes narrowed and the undoubtedly smug expression he wore on a daily basis curled his lips where they rested against your sex.

The moment your breathing had grown ragged Michael craned his neck and forced his tongue harder into your hope as if he were trying to force an orgasm from your body. Head tilting down you panted as warmth coiled tighter in your lower stomach, with the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his cheeks flushed pink you knew he ate pussy for his own pleasure. When that slick warmth of an orgasm raced up your spine and the euphoria made your vision haze over the soft plush of your thighs had snapped shut on Michael's head, the simple action of you coming undone on his face had his hips jolting up as he came himself making a mess of his boxers.

⪧ Chris Prince

He talked a big game for a man who didn't seem to know what a clitoris was. Really it was a shame, for someone so damn pretty he was so dumb at times. Like now as you pointed at the various parts of your vagina all he did was stare with a look like he was listening, but from the tent he had pitched in his boxers you knew all he was thinking about was latching his mouth onto any part of your body he could. It seemed to send him into a blissed out haze just the mundane act of licking and sucking on various parts of your body. When you finally got a vague nod from Chris you laid back on the bed and let him dive in for his favourite meal, the dork even thanked you for it... Gods you were down bad for this fool.

The moment was ruined for the better as that warm heat of his mouth latched onto your sex. Back arching a soft keening main of his name left your kiss swollen lips. Back arching your thighs tensed around his head which only had those pretty eyes rolling to the back of his skull as Chris rutted against the mattress while taking his time licking and sucking on ant bit of skin within the vicinity of his hungry mouth. Head dipping slightly he nudged his nose against your clit before plunging his tongue as far inside of your hole as it would go. The more into it he got the more you knew it was going to be a long night filled with borderline painful overstimulation and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[princesayumi4k]

NFSW = Purple ✶ SFW = Green

DEMIGIRL AND BISEXUAL

She already cares enough about her "pals", so much imagine how protective she is over you.

She's very insecure, so every time you praise her, compliment her or anything she'll do that Tsundere "Shut up!" move. But inside she appreciates it more than anything.

She is probably the person in UA who would have absolutely little to no sex. Does she think it's important in a relationship? Yeah. But she doesn't like showing affection in that way, she will be a brat and not cooperate no matter what - you guys only have sex about 5-10 times a year if you're lucky.

Still uses words like "Dweeb", "Nerd" and "Dork" on a daily basis - even says them in real life.

(Wasian) Definitely half Japanese and half American.

She makes fun of the preppy Nirvana shirts more than anyone and everyone.

Biggest ROBLOX bully and has gotten banned on 7 different accounts.

She's 100% into acubi fashion but dresses goth or grunge.

Listens to TV Girl, Weezer, probably even Mitski. I think she'd be into metal groups like Slipknot or Korn as well as Metallica! BONUS: Probably listens to MSI and ICP aswell <3

Uses emoticons like ":D", ":-)", ":0" and ":P" but rarely uses the other ones.

Prefers chocolate over vanilla but prefers red velvet out of all the flavors.

She wears an unhealthy amount of eyeliner everyday that her waterline is basically dyed/tinted gray even if she takes the eyeliner off.

Only wears mascara on her bottom lashes and it aggravates Momo so much.

If you're a girl...or a pussy owner...she loves to finger you and watch you squirm under her touch, I feel like she'd like teasing more than actually having sex. She 100% leads you on. (And will even admit to it)

She's not very vocal, she'll squirm and whine a bit but doesn't make a lot of noise.

[yeehawbvby]

When the Moon Fell in Love With the Sun | Ch. 6

March x F!Farmer

Rating: Mature/Explicit (eventual smut)

Chapter Summary: Olric and the farmer hang out!

Author’s Note: Sorry in advance to Olric enjoyers but god damn, the idea of Lady Who Works With Heavy Things x Himbo Who Likes Lifting Heavy Things is GOLDEN to me.

Also! Now that the game's first major update has been announced (!!!!!!), I wanna make it known for readers of the future that the entirety of this fic was written during the earlier months of the game's early access release!! The max number of hearts you can reach with anyone is 4 at the moment :3

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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After Elsie caught December and March canoodling in the bath house, word of their closeness spread like wildfire. They hadn’t “officially” begun a relationship yet, but nobody would believe their denial, so they’d stopped bothering to correct it.

It wasn’t like it was a bad thing. It was just tedious. They wanted to move at their own pace — both of them feeling nervous, on top of being out of practice — but they suddenly felt the pressure of everyone in Mistria doing their best to speed things up. As much as they both adored their small town, they were less than enthused to be the center of its gossip.

Luckily, the hype died down and they stopped having to avoid being seen too close to each other in public after only about two weeks, Juniper and Valen once again taking precedence. Nobody knew what they had going on, but nobody could deny that there was something there, and it was fascinating enough to make its way into the town’s entertainment rotation on a regular basis. 

Elsie adored a good rivals to lovers arc, so on more than one occasion she’d watch from across the bar or upon the inn’s balcony as the two bickered over wine just centimeters from each other’s faces. 

“Do you think they’ll kiss this time?” Reina, who was taking a break from the kitchen, asked one day from the second floor. 

“I can only dream of it,” Elsie sighed on her left. 

December nodded her agreement to Reina’s right, took a sip of her own wine, and pursed her lips for a moment. “I just know they wanna make out sloppy style.“

“Ha! Ew!” the chef reacted in tandem with December’s goofy, tipsy smile. Elsie nodded in concurrence with the farmer. 

Olric had made his way into the watch party that night, and poked fun at December with a (surprisingly) light nudge to her shoulder, “That’s basically what you and March looked like for the longest time!”

She groaned while he and the ladies giggled, and as if he had a sixth sense for this, March magically appeared to whisk her away and save her from their prying eyes.

The duo still lightheartedly argued plenty, and they still shot the shit daily. December was a pro at that, after all, utilizing her goofiness to diffuse just about any situation she found herself in. But they settled into a habit of merely holding hands and linking arms in public while kissing, hugging and cuddling in private. It was lovely.

Another week passed, and March and December were perusing the market hand in hand, a hot chocolate and an iced coffee in their respective opposing grasps.

March noted as they neared Vera’s booth a second time, “My roots are growing in… I should probably go see her.”

December gave his hand one last squeeze and saluted him, encouraging him to go for it (and earning a flick to the forehead for being a dork) before heading off to browse more of the market on her own. 

“December!”

She halted in place, looking around for the source of her name until she landed on Olric waving her over from the furniture stall. As she made her way towards him, he said bye to Merri, gave her a sweet peck, and jogged to meet December halfway. Before turning to walk with him, she and the merchant shared a quick wave. 

December liked Merri. She was friendly, witty, and she was always more than willing to share tips with her when it came to decorating or building her own pieces. Ryis did the same plenty, but he was much less focused on aesthetics, making Merri’s advice one of a kind. It was a shame the saleswoman could only come to town every so often — especially considering how smitten Olric was, December thought. 

“You two are adorable, you know.”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. His grin was wide and proud, his cheeks dusted with pink while he responded, “Aw, thanks!” December finished her coffee and tossed its empty vessel into the bin near Darcy’s set-up. “Any good finds?” Olric asked, noticing and nodding to the paper shopping bag in her hand.

December shrugged, “Louis finagled me into buying a dress I’ll probably never wear.”

“I can’t imagine you in a dress.”

“Neither can I!”

“He’s dangerous.”

“I can’t even call him a fraud to cope,” she lamented. She knew he was amazing at his job. “What about you?”

“Nah, I’ve just been hanging out with Merri all morning.”

“Did you lug any furniture for her?”

“Of course! I am a gentleman, thank you,” Olric bowed slightly, putting a hand on his heart as if to prove the point. December laughed at the gesture. “Oh, so you might like this: I was talking to Errol this morning, and he was describing, like, the sickest rock ever.”

Nodding along, December proceeded to listen as Olric gushed about said rock. While this went on, they stopped by the farm so she could drop off her shopping bag at home before wandering around town.

This rock Olric was talking about was round. Really round, in fact. He fawned over it even more when she told him that she was the one who donated it to the museum. She promised to save one for him if she found any more, and they made plans for him to actually come mining with her one of these days before they wrapped back around to the market square. 

They noticed near the fountain that the Dragonguard — as well as Reina and Celine, who were supervising their shenanigans — had matching streaks in their hair: a single sliver of purple on the right side. Since Luc’s hair was so short, he received a small butterfly-shaped plot of dye instead.

“They’re so cute, bro.” Olric then wondered, “I wonder if March would ever go purple.”

December snorted at the thought. “Have you ever thought of trying to match with him?”

“Ha! I’ve thought about it, yeah. I don’t think he would like that very much though.” Then, inspecting the top of December’s head, he asked, “Has your hair always been white?” 

”Mhm,” she nodded, “It’s genetic.” 

“Maybe you should change it up!” Olric beamed. “It’s not like it’s permanent.” 

“I don’t even know what I’d do with it.”

She tried to think: The last time she dyed it was for a fundraising event with her old sponsor, and before that…

She reminisced about her younger self leaning over the bathroom sink, the potent and chemically stench of box-dye filling the room while its color stained the porcelain below her. On more than one occasion, she found herself doing her best to put some messy streaks of various colors into her hair before coating what little remained of her white tresses in black. It was a disaster, but it was fitting for a little punk who wanted to defy authority.

So, she concluded to herself, it had to be back when she was a teenager.

“Why not let Vera choose the color?” December’s eyes widened as she shot her friend a look. He laughed before reassuring her, “You can trust her! She dyes everyone’s hair around here.”

”Well, yeah, but—“ She stopped mid-sentence, changing her mind. Maybe she needed some extra spice in her life. “Hm.” She sighed. “I’ll think about it.“

“There ya go!” Olric patted December on the shoulder — accidentally moving her, as usual.

___

Just a few days later, December and Olric acted on those plans to go mining together. March was less than enthused to stay back and man the shop, but knew he needed to without Olric around. He’d be damned if he ever closed it down for a day.

December loved adrenaline. Going mining was a perfect way to fulfill her yearn for it in the otherwise relatively calm life she’d now cultivated for herself. It was one of her favorite pastimes in Mistria, maybe aside from just hanging out with all the cute animals on her farm, Goose included, of course; and while she enjoyed just throwing on some music, wrecking shit, and kicking little gooey monsters underground for a few hours, it was exciting to have a companion for a change. 

“I haven’t been down there in ages,” Olric mentioned as they entered the mines, gesturing towards the shaft. “I never thought I’d need a sword for it.”

“You’d be surprised,” December mumbled. As they approached the makeshift elevator, she took his weapon from its sheath, inspecting it. While it was only iron, it was — unsurprisingly, given his family’s long bloodline of smiths — extremely well-made. “This should be fine.”

“Well, yeah. How bad can those guys be?”

She answered nonchalantly, handing his sword back and lowering them down, “Some of them will projectile vomit rocks at you.”

Olric was horrified. 

December figured the deep earth would be a good section to focus on. It shouldn’t have been too hard to manage, given the farmer’s experience in the area, combined with Olric’s mining prowess and almost absurd musculature.  

Plus, it was pretty.

Being agile from her snowboarding days, the farmer had no trouble dodging attacks from monsters and was light enough on her feet to fight right back at a moment’s notice. She had to handle it that way. Sure, she adorned a protective vest and padded leggings beneath her clothes, but she was still fragile after all. 

Olric was in awe. He knew he shouldn’t be, given December’s past as an athlete and adventurer, but it was still a sight to behold. He struggled keeping up — plus, taking a few hits from the aforementioned rock creatures and stepping on what he aptly named A Spiky Dude deterred him from combat — so they decided to split up the work. December focused purely on fighting while Olric gathered stone, ore, and whatever other materials he stumbled upon within her protection.

To his absolute delight, he found his very own, very round, perfect little rock. It was at that moment that they decided to call it a day.

After stopping at the museum to drop off a few donations, Olric offered December a seat at the dinner table. He and March made it a point to have at least a few home cooked meals together per week outside of going to the inn or getting takeout.

Olric liked to do it for the sake of brotherly bonding. March did it to ensure Olric would eat his fucking vegetables.

December took up the offer, and the next thing she knew, she was pestering March while Olric made them all some curry to share.

The farmer sat on the desk in the smithy while March sketched beside her.

“If you could be any forgeable item, what would you be?” she asked.

“What kind of question is that?”

“The fun kind.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Alright, have fun being a nail, then.”

March scowled at her. “Why a nail?”

He fell right into the trap! “So you can screw yourself.” Holt would have been so proud of her for that one. She just knew it. “And also ’cause you’re boring,” she rapidly tacked onto the end.

While December flashed him a shit-eating grin and mentally patted herself on the back, March contemplated why he fell for her of all people.

“I hate you…”

“Sure you do.”

The queen of dad jokes began skimming through some of the most stunning blueprints for weapons and armor she’d ever seen, all of which March hadn’t had a chance to craft yet.

“Speaking of, you ever think about making something cooler than nails?” she teased. The comment earned her a firm elbow to her hip. “Ow,” she laughed under her breath.

“You ever think about leaving me the hell alone?”

“You see, that doesn’t work anymore. You like being around me.”

“Is it too late to take that back?” he grumped.

”Depends,” December shrugged, answering with her own question, “How badly do you wanna kiss me right now?”

March looked up from his work to chance a glimpse at her mischievously curved lips, and her focused, sparkly gaze on his drawings in her lap. 

Truthfully, he wanted to so incredibly badly. Instead, he responded with a silent glare that she could only see in her peripherals. 

“Alright, it’s ready!” Olric called from the kitchen. 

March stood, offering a hand to December as she hopped down from her perch. He felt a sudden impulse to be cute and acted on it before he could even think, giving her a quick twirl while their fingers were still clasped together. 

He was almost annoyed with himself. Her laughter paired with the way she beamed a smile up at him like he was the most precious thing in the world to her made it worthwhile.

[markerofthemidnight]

Blinding Eclipse - A CCCC Oneshot (Prompt: Fluff)

Yesterday’s poll sure was a thing, so I wrote this in 24 hours!

I don’t have the attention span to go through all the trouble of making a new fic and beta-reading it myself for now, so I’ll just keep this and the second one on Tumblr for now, then post them to AO3 once all three are done!

(Honestly kinda worried about this? The last time I wrote a oneshot about two weirdos who don’t like each other having an awkward conversation that results in them understanding each other better, and ends in them hanging out and being dorks, it was a fic that I now rather infamously don’t like and will probably put me off writing gift fics for a year. Anyways, here it is:)

Blinding Eclipse

After a particularly nasty fight, Heart gives Mind the time to recover from his injuries by (against his will) sheltering him in his room. By the time the conversation ends, he might understand the emotional side a bit more.

***

A short hum echoed through the dark room followed by a dim blue light, as the android’s systems restarted following a rather… forceful shutdown of them.

He groaned, grabbing his temples. For him to pass out during a fight with Heart was rare: he must have been especially aggressive today for some reason. Where was he now?…

“Hiiiii.”

Oh, goddamit.

He looked up to see a certain avian asshole staring at him with… probably not the smuggest look he’d ever seen on his face, but it was definitely in the top five. It took him a bit to realise… he was lying in his room, in his bed… and had been using his chest as a pillow while he was asleep.

“…Get the hell off me.”

Heart smiled in response. “Technically, ‘Mister’ Mind, you’re the one on top of me. And you’re still not the boss of me. You’re only leaving when I let you leave.”

Mind narrowed his eyes. We’ll see about that, then. When he turned around, trying to wrestle his way out of his grip, he realised- oh fuck. Fuck, he had his wings wrapped around him, this asshole had this planned to a tee.

He shifted uncomfortably in his grip, something Heart clearly noticed as his wings tightened. “C’mon, I had to. I had a, like, 200-and-something-pound robot lying directly on top of me: they would’ve gotten crushed if I didn’t.”

He was absolutely not 200 pounds, but he wasn’t in the mood to correct him over something so trivial right now. Rather… “You carried me all the way here?”

“Yeah. I’m stronger than I look, you know? Turns out, getting into fistfights with a robot on a daily basis does wonders for your muscles,” he gloated.

“No, that’s not- I mean, why?” The android raised a non-existent eyebrow, glaring in confusion at his other half. “You were literally just trying to kill me. Why bother dragging me here when all it would likely do is start another fight?”

“Wanted to make sure Soul doesn’t find out when he comes back,” Heart simply replied. “I needed to make sure you recovered quick, and make you promise you wouldn’t tell.”

“And why would I ever do that?”

“If he finds out, we’ll probably both get punished. He blames us both for the fighting, you know. And besides… don’t you think we should at least try to get along? Just this once, for Soul?”

After he said that… he stopped, and thought for a second. That… sounded about right. Recently, he’d noticed Soul had stopped caring about who started the fights: the way he saw things, if they both participated in the fights, they both deserved punishment.

…Goddamit, Heart was actually making sense right now.

Mind didn’t feel like getting disemboweled- or… whatever the robot equivalent was- today. He was still aching from faux pain from the previous fight right now, as a matter of fact.

“…Fine. I’ll play along with this game. I promise not to tell Soul.” He gave in, sighing. “Well? Now let me go.”

The avian stopped at that. He winced, and hesitantly shook his head. “Not yet. Your legs still feel pretty banged up.”

Now, that came as no surprise to Mind. His legs still hurt like hell- though it wasn’t too big of a deal considering he, unlike most androids, had his own healing factor. He didn’t know exactly how it worked, like most things in the Headspace, but it definitely came in handy often.

Not to mention, it was common knowledge by now that Heart had empathy that bordered on superpowers: all he had to do was touch you, and he’d understand exactly what you were feeling in the moment. Not just your emotions, but physical sensations too, so it was no wonder he’d be able to tell so easily.

Still, he really didn’t feel like staying here for too long. So as uncomfortable as he was, he grumbled and laid his head down on his other half’s chest, to which he smiled and held him closer.

They were sitting like that for a short while. One wallowing in his own shame and embarrassment that he needed Heart’s help, the other simply enjoying the peace he could get with his pseudo-brother.

The Moon stroke his hair, sighing as he broke the silence. “And besides, this is your chance to ask questions. There’s still a lot you want to learn about me, right?”

The Sun didn’t reply, simply nodding. “Well, go ahead. Anything you want- that won’t piss me off- ask away.”

He thought for a second. Well, now he was mentioning it, there were a few things on his mind… “How are you so perceptive?”

“Because I have ears?”

“No- well, yes, but that’s not what I mean. I’ve seen how precise you can be at times. Mid-flight, you always seem to know exactly what you’re targeting and where it is, even if hearing alone shouldn’t be able to help you,” he elaborated.

Heart tilted his head, trying to consider his answer. “It’s kinda hard to describe- I think it’s just… intuition. I just know where my target is immediately, even in the heat of the moment.”

Well, that didn’t help at all. Leave it to the stupid asshole to give a stupid answer.

“That’s the way it feels while flying, anyway. Normally, it relies more on muscle memory and hearing.” He looked away from the Sun at that, with a melancholy smile on his face. “When you lose one of your main senses… you have to learn to adapt.”

He couldn’t help but be intrigued by that, for that smile was so obviously pained that even Mind, who admittedly wasn’t very perceptive when it came to feelings or “reading the room” as the others called it, could notice. “…Do you ever miss it?”

“Kinda?” Came his instant response, as if the blind man was expecting him to ask that. “Like, you know how much I hated it at first. I didn’t know how I could live without sight, but then I forced myself to adapt and… now I see it’s not so bad. Well, it is bad, but I got over it.”

And then, his smile disappeared. “Really, the worst part is the memories. Everything from before I got blinded seems so far away, and I’m trying to hold onto them, but… hell, I barely even remember what you two look like, let alone anything else.”

Heart sniffled, before sighing and internally suppressing the pain. His grip on Mind tightened as he pulled him into a pseudo-hug… and, intentionally or not, began smothering him in his chest’s violet fur. The faint scent of lavender permeated his nostrils as his muffled scream of protest went unnoticed by his fluffy kidnapper.

Seconds after, the grip loosened, at least giving him some room to breathe. He reflexively gasped for air despite not needing it, and sighed. “S-sorry,” his other half sheepishly replied, “Might’ve forgotten how hard I was hugging…”

“See, this is why I call him a creature,” he groaned to himself, “Not because he acts like one, but because his anatomy makes no sense.”

Heart hummed in confusion, tilting his head at that. Mind blinked for a second before elaborating, “Come on, you must know what I mean. All you need is decently-sized wings and you can fly despite a lack of streamlining and flight muscles. Your neck works like an owl’s. You used to hoard shiny objects, I’ve heard you make bird noises on multiple occasions, you- you smell like lavender, for fuck’s sake!”

The Moon continued to stare for a few seconds before simply shrugging, “What’s wrong with lavender?”

“It’s fucking unnatural, that’s what! Humans don’t smell like plants, and neither do animals- it’s just… how are you so satisfied with living as this, when you know you’re supposed to be human?!” He snapped.

Admittedly… Mind let a lot more of his insecurities show just now than he would have liked. Then again, Heart was perfectly aware of said insecurities, so he wasn’t too shaken up. He was staring at him with an empathetic gaze as he finished, and simply turned to the ceiling. “I dunno. Maybe I just find this more… exciting? The flight’s fun, and my wings look really pretty… or used to, but the point is, it’s a lot more interesting than just being a regular person, don’t you think?”

Well, what was wrong with being regular? It wasn’t his fault the boy lacked an attention span and thus thought “order and logic” meant “depressing and bleak”. He should hate being the way he is, just like how the Sun wants to be human again: because being a robot is confusing, frightening and just plain wrong whereas anyone with a working brain knows how being a human works.

Heart should hate being some kind of weird, furry bird-person-creature for the same reasons. After all, it’s not like there were any practical applications that came from some of your limbs catching on fire depending on your emotions.

As he was lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed that Heart had let go of his grip, still staring at the ceiling. His foot tapped against the side of his bed a few times before he clicked his tongue and turned to him. “You know what?”

Mind raised an eyebrow and sat up, his other half doing the same as he continued. “I think your problem is that you’re so uncomfortable with being a robot that you only see its downsides, and ignore all the good parts.”

He narrowed his eyes, stuttering. “G… good- there is no ‘good’ parts, dumbass. I barely resemble everything I used to be, and as time passes all it does is make me look more like a… a-“

“-Monster?” He interrupted. “That’s what you want to say, isn’t it? It’s how you see yourself. You try to hide it, but it’s still there. Well, think again: after all, I’d say only needing to sleep once a week is a pretty big perk for someone as workaholic as you.”

He stopped at that. He opened his mouth to retort, but felt it slowly closing soon after. That wasn’t exactly… incorrect… he did appreciate that, at least.

“See?” Heart smiled, tilting his head. “I know that silence! You do like that, don’t you? And then there’s your healing facto…” he trailed off before, suddenly, leaping off the bed. “Oh crap, right, your legs! A-are you okay? Can you walk now?”

He, too, had almost forgotten his legs were damaged before this moment. Regardless, he took a few seconds getting off the bed, slightly shaking as he stood up. “…Not perfectly, but I’ll manage just fine. Thank you, Heart.”

Consumed by his thoughts, he likely didn’t even notice that he was thanking him, and if he did, he had no idea exactly what for. Either way, as he took his first slow steps towards the door, the avian once again wrapped his arm around him, forcing him to lean on his shoulder. “Not so fast. I’m not taking any chances with how badly they were banged up before.”

With that, he began borderline carrying the android back to his room. He wanted to complain about this, but… he didn’t.

“We should do this more often, you know,” he smiled. “This is the first time we’ve been able to have a normal conversation in months.”

“Yes. This was… quite satisfactory,” he hesitantly replied. Crap, how should he have worded that?

“Can we hang out again later too? I know walking in to see us getting along for once would really startle Soul!~” the emotional side playfully quipped. “What was that game you were playing earlier? The one you decided to restart cause you… weren’t satisfied with your last run, or something?”

“Lobotomy Corpora-… wait, how do you know about that?!”

“These walls aren’t exactly soundproof, y’know,” he teased. “No, seriously, your little mutterings while playing that’re probably the most emotion I’ve ever heard from you! It sounds like fun!”

——

Another day, another argument.

That was what Soul was expecting to see, anyways, as he materialised back into the Headspace for tonight, only to be met with silence… mostly.

He could hear voices. Distant and quiet, but they were there. As he followed the trail, he realised they were coming from Mind’s room. Huh. Weird of Heart to willingly enter Mind’s room, and they were being so passive as well… what was going on there?

He opened the door expecting to see… anything, really, only to do a double take as he saw what was probably the least likely scenario he could imagine.

Heart, sitting down on one of his little bean bags, was listening intently to an oddly calm Mind as he sat at his computer, taking the time to carefully and even somewhat happily explain the details of some game he was playing to him.

What. The fuck. Was he watching.

Was… was this real? He’s not just, like, hallucinating Heart and Mind getting along, right?! This was actually happening? Being Whole again was a possibility even without his help?!

Regardless, as he opened the door, Heart heard the creaking and turned to the opposite corner of the room, knowing who it must be.

“…so even if Penitence’s defences seem better at first glance, since this is one class higher it’s actually the superior-“ Mind was cut off by his other half tapping his shoulder and pointing to Soul. He looked at him for a few seconds before quipping, “How is it that you look even crazier now than you do when you’re stabbing us?”

…The ruler slowly closed the door, not knowing how else to react. What was that. How did that happen. How did they will themselves into getting along so easily, he could hear Heart giggling like a madman from behind the door like he thought this earth-shattering revelation was funny, oh my god he needed some time to think.

***

Soul would later go on to sit in the kitchen slowly drinking a Monster for ten minutes, all with this disbelieving smile on his face, before going to “supervise” them (really he just wants in on the fun).

Well, aforementioned anxiety aside, I liked writing this! Establishing that Heart makes bird noises as well as his lavender chest floomf, and projecting my Lobotomy Corp liker onto Mind was really fun!

Expect Mind’s instalment, its prompt being Self-Discovery, to come out soon. Or maybe not, after all DoaI Vol. 1 comes out tomorrow so I may be a bit busy.

[wedgieplease]

Roommate Wresting

It's been awhile, but I wanted to add some new content for others to enjoy!

My roommate, we’ll call him Dave, and I messed around with each other on a daily basis. Nothing too major, just the casual wrestling on the floor and “accidentally” spilling our drinks on each other. What wrestling match is complete without a couple wedgies!

Before I get into it, let me set the scene: Our dorm was pretty standard. Big enough for two twin lofts and two feet of space between them. Oh, and two wardrobes and two desks. Dave and I didn’t know each other until we moved in. We could’ve gotten in touch sooner, but why bother? Anyway, Dave was a tall guy, at least 6’4”. Me, on the other hand, I wasn’t even 6’, so there was an obvious height difference. Dave being Dave, he teased me about it, things like “everybody loves a short king”. It was annoying at first, but then I got used to it. 

The first few weeks were a bit awkward, just the nature of living with a stranger. We got to know each other pretty well though, we went to the mess hall for dinner together most weeknights. At dinner, we’d swap stories about high school. Neither of us were jocks, but we weren’t dorks either. I was good (enough) at math and he understood chemistry. We bonded over our old friends and all the crap we’d get up to with them. Eventually, we got comfortable with each other. 

One night, Dave was on the chair underneath his loft watching some nostalgic cartoon. I wanted to watch my current series, but he refused and jokingly started to pout. I cracked a joke like “if you’re gonna act like a child then I’ll start treating you like one”. To that, Dave held up the remote and taunted “At least I’m not throwing a tantrum for not getting my way”. That was it. I went for the remote, but he was too quick and pushed me back. I grabbed his arm and pulled him off the chair and we both crashed to the floor. 

He landed on top of me and tried to pin my arms to the floor, but he wasn’t fast enough. I grabbed one of his arms and pushed with my leg to get him off me. As I got up, he dove to tackle me. I pushed his head between my legs so he couldn’t move, when I noticed the struggle made his shirt ride up. I immediately latched onto the black waistband and gave a yank. 

“Hey! No fair!” he protested. 

“All’s fair in wrestling war” I joked.

“Well, in that case…” Dave muttered as he lifted my leg up and pulled so hard I fell to the floor. Before I could regain my senses, he spun me around and had my undies up to my shoulder blades. 

“It’s been a while since I gave someone a nasty wedgie”, he said as he grabbed my now-exposed legholes and proceeded to drag me across the room. 

Once he let go, I flopped back to the ground, defeated with my red briefs ballooning out of my shorts. 

“Come on dude, that was way worse than what I gave you!” I told him off as I shoved the sea of red back into my shorts. 

“You shoulda thought about that before you started it!” He retorted.

“Let me even the score, man, my ass is wrecked” I begged

“Did I hurt your widdle butt?” he taunted as he stuck out his in my face.

“You asked for this!” I spat, wasting no time grabbing his black waistband, and the handfull of white fabric that was still above his shorts. 

“Ye-OWW!” Dave jolted as his waistband reached his shoulder blades. 

“I’m not done yet!” I said as I swatted his hands away and grabbed the legholes that were starting to peak out of his shorts. Giving one more triumphant yank, I stepped back 

And admired how his legholes sat just above his pantsline.

“Jesus fuck, dude, ow.” Dave said as he put the white back where it belonged. “I’m gonna need to change now.”

“How do you think I feel?” I spat back.

“Again, you started it.” he said.

“Maybe if you had let me watch my show…”  I trailed off. 

“You musta given alot of these the way you pulled” Dave said. 

“It was usually one-sided with me and my friends. Me on the getting end, actually.“ I said, slightly embarrassed.

“Well. Remind me not to cross you again. Damn.” he said.

And that was the beginning of our shenanigans

[rejectedartist]

Do you have anymore married saimota headcanons? I can’t get enough

OH BOY DO I?? DO I??? HELL YEAH I DO

When Kaito misses Shuichi while he's at work, he'd pretend that Shuichi forgot his lunch at home to come see him

Shuichi doesn't mind of course and let's Kaito eat with him (since now he has two lunches and can't eat them all)

Kaito had Shuichi's home office renovated during their honeymoon to have a mini library and other things to be changed to what Shuichi would love, Shuichi almost cried tears of joy when they came back home

Shuichi pretended to not want a dog and Kaito, though sad, respected it. Shuichi got three little puppies and surprised Kaito with them the next week.

Kaito would regularly brag about his amazing husband at work (to the point that his co-workers questioned if Shuichi was real/hj)

Their computer/laptop wallpapers are pictures of the other on date nights or when they considered the other breathtaking

The wedding was held during the evening/night so they could get married under the stars

Kaito would wake up way earlier than Shuichi at 5 am to do a nice morning workout, much to Shuichi's dismay he gets dragged into having an early morning jog almost everyday

Kaito makes way too many dad jokes and puns on a daily basis, Shuichi's the only one who finds them funny

Shuichi snorts when he laughs too hard, so Kaito would do everything in his power to make him laugh

Shuichi still gets flustered whenever Kaito's being affectionate with him in public (hand holding, lil kisses, etc.) and Kaito thinks it's adorable

Sometimes Kaito accidentally calls Shuichi his sidekick since he was so used to it

He would then get flustered when Shuichi corrects him and says that he's his husband now

Every once and a while they call each other "dork" or "nerd" in an affectionate way

Kaito claims the best wedding anniversary gift Shuichi ever got him was a lego Star Wars set

Said set is displayed proudly in his home office and he loves looking at it every once and a while

On the other hand, Shuichi claims the best wedding anniversary gift Kaito ever got him was a "book bouquet" with all the books that was on his reading list

Kaito compares Shuichi to a curious black cat, Shuichi compares him to an over excited golden retriever

Kaito has so many pet names for Shuichi

Some include: Honey, babe, starlight, my moon, etc.

One of Shuichi's favorite pet names for Kaito is darling

Kaito constantly jokes about the time when he first confessed his feelings to Shuichi, Shuichi being so shocked and flustered accidentally thanked him instead of saying he liked him back

"Kaito, love, please just let it go" "Not until the day I die! It's still funny"

Whenever Kaito's drunk, some variation of this would happen:

"Woahhh, you're pretty, could I have your number?"

"We're already married, hun."

"Wait really?! Oh my god my husband is beautiful"

Shuichi got way too used to cuddling with Kaito while they slept, so everytime Kaito goes to space, he's always sleep deprived

Kaito would always try to convince Shuichi to let one of the dogs to sleep in the bed with them

Shuichi argues that the last time the dog slept in the bed he was pushed off and Kaito didn't notice until he woke up in the morning and Shuichi was grumpy and laying on the floor

Kaito learnt how to do a massage so he can help Shuichi relieve some stress after a bad day

When they had a bad fight (which is rarely), they both go to Maki

She is annoyed as hell but figured it'd be easier to get these two idiots to forgive each other if she knew both sides

She was also the maid of honor at the wedding

[weird-bookworm]

ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ!ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴇᴇɴ

HYUNG LINE MAKNAE LINE

a/n: been wanting to do this for a long time now, hopefully y'all will like it <3 i don't really do reader x member stuff though, so this'll just either be member x member ships or no romance at all 😅

pairing: jihancheol, junhao, verkwan

genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, romance (kinda), angst (?), mafia

warnings: slight mentions of non-graphic violence, illegal stuff obviously

DK

handles the covers

has a chain of legitimate businesses

the earnings make the employees' salaries

but also funds svt

adding in to the earnings from their shady businesses

belongs to a very rich family

just a successful young ceo to the world

the loud adorable member to svt

really good at singing

even better at acting

no one from his companies can tell that he is sunshine personified

because he's the cold hearted and kind but firm ceo to them

handles a few different tech firms

(including the one where wonwoo pretends he works)

recently acquired a restaurant franchise

svt had to hire more members to take care of it

because while he isn't anything less than a one man army sometimes

handling too many things is not his cup of tea

has paperwork for every member of svt

saying that they work under him

just in case the gang's compromised

they'll have actual jobs and enough money for a while

works closely with joshua

and vernon

has separate basement offices in every building he owns

for both of them to work in

sometimes wonwoo joins them

a lot of svt's recruits work under him

they work with wonwoo and vernon during missions

to get them info

so that joshua and vernon can get to work

said information is given to the rest of the group for further plan making

often works from home

helps mingyu with the cooking

and the house maintenance

questions why they don't have hired house help on a daily basis

especially since they practically live in the headquarters

which is no less than a mansion

often does weird shit unprompted

in charge of svt's money management along with jihoon

his family doesn't know about his real job either

Mingyu

the doctor

because he's pretty smart

(also pretty dumb)

and very very clumsy

says it is better that his job doesn't require him to go on field

or he'll get someone killed

the members also collectively agree

saying that he cooks good food while they're away on missions

he retaliates saying that he cooks food even when they aren't on missions

secretly pleased they like his cooking

even though he knew that already

his recruitment was completely accidental

prompted by him saving seungcheol's life

was planning to attend medical college when his foster parents threw him out

was struggling

how was a 16 year old supposed to take care of himself

they didn't even let him pack his bags

or notify his previous orphanage that they couldn't afford to take care of him anymore

was wandering a dark alleyway a week later

near the bins, searching for edible food

when he found a guy bleeding out quite aggressively

(the man was seungcheol, but he didn't know back then)

the stranger had apparently gotten into a scuffle and had been shot

but the bullet had just grazed him and left a deep gash instead

helped patch seungcheol up

and helped him get back to his apartment

where joshua offered him a place to stay for a while

he was supposed to move out within a few days

was afraid they'd kick him out after a week

but no one said anything so he didn't either

felt guilty after a month and brought it up with jeonghan

who just laughed and said that he's a part of the family now

jihoon was the one to bring up his education

they sent him to a medical college like he wanted to after 2 years

used to be constantly worried about the others in the start

but now knows their pain tolerance and level headedness is higher than he thinks

and trusts himself too

once cooked dinner for the thirteen of them (hygienically) while cleaning jun's wounds

a 6 ft soft giant

swoon worthy

a total dork though

The8

master poisoner

in charge of poisons and drugs

not only their trade

but also their production

runs a small neat production unit under svt

where he experiments with all sorts of chemicals and whatnot

has made drugs in all forms and disguises

for example, he has one which can be used as nail polish

dries and looks like actual nail polish

dip the finger in any liquid, except saliva, for exactly 7 seconds and it dissolves

has made small charms to be hung on bracelets or to be worn as pendants or rings

they contain tiny amounts of lethal poisons

has different "homemade" drugs for different purposes

made copies of the neat list which stated the dosage, use and method of administration

stuck them on all four fridges (yes, four, they eat like ogres) of the mansion

always makes sure that all his drugs and poisons have a cure, even lethal ones

but also makes sure that said cures are only with him

another chinese

trained in chinese wushu

has won over 40 contests since he was 6

fond of reading

a talented dancer

in love with teas and wines

sleight of hand

better than his boyfriend's

often accompanies jeonghan and jun on their missions

most of the times, even his members don't realise when he slips drugs in the target's glasses or plates

great sense of fashion

sassy as fuck

✨MaTeRiAl GwOrL✨

infamous for his prompt savage rebuttals

especially to soonyoung

even though he is one of the members who babies soonyoung the most

meditation is practically a lifestyle at this point

usually calm and serene

very wise and stable

knows how to have fun though

unexpectedly kinky

(jun is his bf though so not that surprising)

part of the '97 squad along with mingyu and seokmin, a group of same aged friends with people from different ally gangs such as bts and got7

him and jun are also close friends with other chinese people in different ally gangs, same aged or not

a soft little dumpling in reality

Seungkwan

deals with trade and arms

along with chan

but his job, predominantly, is to overlook dealings

and trade

svt ships arms and other stolen goods

also overlooks that entire department

one of the youngers

got the hyung vibe anyway

gets annoyed really easily

specially with chan

the drama queen of the gang

very entertaining

as long as it's not you he's roasting the shit out of

from jeju-do

how he ended up in a seoul gang is still very much unknown to him

especially because he comes from an adorable middle class family

can be unexpectedly shy

the members often tease him by calling him a tangerine

gets ready to murder in reply

unless hansol says it ofc

then he just blushes

very round

very squishy

do not fight if mingyu is not around

god knows he'e the only one who can physically hold him back

another sassy bitch

and another ✨MaTeRiAl GwOrL✨

very close with his sisters

won't admit it

but pouts a lot

is forever suffering from some kind of second hand embarrassment

has an ongoing feud with mingyu

and soonyoung

and specially chan

secretly loves them though

always has some sort of blackmail on everyone

unexpectedly stupid

whipped™ for hansol

has excellent memory

Vernon

scammer

almost as good wonwoo with computers

is always on field with joshua

usually out of sight though

very calm and collected

usually

half american

his family lives in america

so he never has to worry about them

originally worked as their fake bait

used to pretend like he is their prized boy toy

then sell him for something else

only to never let him leave at all

aka they killed the other party

they failed to do so once

he had to pretend to be shy

and sultry

while still also protecting his dignity

for a week straight

at least the bracelet he had was fitted with a microphone

and a tiny speaker

courtesy of wonwoo

so he was in contact with them the entire time

they decided to not play with another member's life after the incident

and hansol started working with wonwoo and joshua

to scam entire gangs

too good at his job

no one ever realises they even got scammed for the longest time

and when they do, it's practically impossible o trace it back to svt

very reliable

and stable

whipped for seungkwan

best friends with chan

almost more maknae then chan

one of the few people who's barely ever bullied by the members

too good at dad jokes

but they're also pretty rare

has a very strong personality

weirdly fond of hats

might be more whipped for cats than he is for seungkwan

which is saying something

svt has a cat in the headquarters

because of him

very easygoing

tends to take a long time doing everyday tasks

Dino

arms

except he makes and experiments with them

instead of trading

they call him their little iron man (💀)

has an insane stamina

in love with anything explosive

another hapkido back belt

in charge of training the new recruits

runs a gun shop as a side business

it's legitimate

used to train for the military

changed career courses when he found out about svt accidentally

was actually on the way to a relative's house

gave the wrong address to the taxi driver

svt, on the other hand, were waiting for a new recruit

jihoon had orchestrated a complicated surprise test for him

was very surprised when the taxi left him in front of a mansion instead of a rundown apartment building

was even more baffled when around ten men in suits who looked like they came straight from an action thriller jumped at him

fight or flight instinct was on

didn't know what was happening

but fought anyway

couldn't defeat them

but did manage to get a word in to jihoon

who was surprised to know chan wasn't the recruit

offered him a good price to join

chan accepted

never really did get around to visiting that relative though hmm

svt tends to have a upper hand in most situations

a major reason for which is their upgraded weaponry

very loved as the maknae

has to be the most bullied maknae in history though 💀

the group's punching bag (lovingly)

when i tell you they throw him around like a rag doll

(sometimes physically, he is pretty tiny)

emotionally wiser than you'd think

everyone would unanimously agree that he is the most passionate member

he is also jeonghan hyung's baby

one of the few members who didn't grow up with the group

a/n: yikes, this took a long time. anyway, reviews are always welcome!

[pikachu78109]

Am I writing down TCODC headcanons if they are living in the modern era? Yes, yes I am.

Cesare

Theater kid at heart, though pretty shy whenever eyes are on him. He doesn’t perform much because his legal guardian, Caligari, pretty much has him glued to his side. Bro desperately wants to dance his little goth heart out.

Isn’t allowed to have a phone, no social media, or access to the Internet whatsoever at the demand of Caligari.

Rarely has a social life. Cesare is mostly at home with his legal guardian, very rarely going out except when it has to deal with Caligari taking him to local fairs or academic conferences due to his profession. Very little interaction aside from occasional meetings with other people, mainly Caligari’s colleagues. However, he has met Jane a couple of times due to her father attending these conferences, thus beginning a secret friendship between the two.

Cesare being goth isn’t a choice; it’s what he prefers.

Cats flock to Cesare for some reason. They’ll appear in the neighborhood and come over to Cesare like a magnet. Even Caligari isn’t sure why and he’s currently writing up a study for the next conference to explain this.

Doesn’t talk too much. Selective mutism may be at play, but Cesare can communicate via sign language although he’s rusty at it.

Despite his intimidating stature and death-like appearance, Cesare is a pretty gentle guy.

Enjoys dark humor within forms of media ie. Cards Against Humanity.

Surprisingly likes cute things ie. flowers, plushies, stickers, and some pastel colors.

Jane

She isn’t valley girl, though a lot of people tend to make that assumption just because she comes from money. Jane hates that and tries very hard to debunk such nonsense by doing things that would make her “normal”.

I see Jane attending university, studying literature much like Alan, although her mother thinks that she’s better doing something much more important be it medical or law. However, Jane happens to be an avid reader and writer, so I can imagine Jane pursuing something creative as a way to challenge (and spite) her mother.

Speaking of writing, Jane has a guilty pleasure of writing fan fiction about her favorite characters, whether from anime (closet otaku) or from books.

She’s a dork at heart. She’s a-dorkable

As mentioned, Jane and Cesare have a hidden friendship. These two get together only during conferences to talk and hang in secret. Albeit briefly, Jane will gift Cesare a few small things like a plushie or accessories.

Jane is aware that she has secret admirers (looking at Francis and Alan). She can’t help but be annoyed by this, but is always polite when turning down advances. She’s not interested in dating.

Personally, I headcanon Jane to be aroace. She hasn’t said this to anyone aside from Cesare in secret.

Enjoys cozy things like tea, lofi, and cozy video games to play on her Switch.

Jane has known both Francis and Alan since childhood, so their bond as friends is very close. And Jane hopes that they’ll continue to be just friends.

Francis

I can imagine Francis being the jock-like type of guy who’s into sports like soccer. He’s quite athletic but not like all the time.

If he was in university, I think he would study finance or law enforcement. Part of me thinks he enjoys both for their content, but another aspect would be him wanting to impress Jane.

He deeply admires Jane, though may come off strongly. He doesn’t mean to; he tends to allow his emotions get the better of him. Very respectful, so he knows when to back off.

Part time worker at retail. Fucking hates it, but money is money. Has dealt with Caligari, the mother of all Karen’s, on a daily basis. Caligari only comes in when Francis is working just to spite him and abuses store policies just because he’s a customer and knows damn well that Francis can’t do anything about it. How he has not been banned remains a mystery.

Shares an apartment with Alan.

Cannot cook for shit. The best Francis can do is toasty PBJ and ramen noodles.

Shitty sleep schedule and a caffeine addiction to boot. Please keep Red Bull out of Francis’ vicinity. PLEASE.

Alan

The definition of a good boy.

Alan is a liberal arts student, hoping to either become a language arts teacher or author. He’s an eloquent speaker and compelling writer who’s able to produce prose and poems to capture his audience’s attention.

He and Jane share a lot of writing classes together, so they both share each other’s work sometimes and get ideas off one another.

Alan is bisexual (I am with the huge majority of people on this HC).

Works part-time at a café. Enjoys working there for the sweet tea, laid-back atmosphere, and comfortable decor.

Tends to stay awake late writing, so his sleep schedule is just as messy as Francis.

Can actually cook (thank god).

Alan is quite shy and skittish, but absolutely pleasant when around him. He’s always excited about a lot of things, so his energy radiates off of him and affects other people.

Comfort friend for when you need a cup of tea and a shoulder to lean on.

Hates confrontation, so Alan is a bit of a doormat.

Alan is the only one person with a driver’s license, so he’s always a designated driver for when he, Francis, and Jane hang out.

[sasslett]

Mutual Catch-Up

tagged by @icehearts, thank you! I'm a dreadfully boring person but let's see what I've got...

Last Song: What A Time To Be Alive by Fall Out Boy, just vibing while working.

Currently Watching: I don't really watch shows or anything but I am watching a streamer play through Rebirth on a daily basis so that's almost like a TV show, right?

Three Ships: Three?! I barely even have one, and that's just my own OCs! I'm not much of a shipper. But that being said, I do love seeing everyone else's OC ships on my dash <3

Favorite Color: Dark red/wine.

Currently Consuming: Green tea!

First Ship: I'm pretty sure it was Cloud/Tifa - needless to say I'm enjoying their dynamic in Rebirth a ton.

Place of Birth: Washington, USA.

Current Location: Same

Relationship Status: Best friends for 13 years, married for 8, the best man in the world, the absolute light of my life, my precious dork, I could talk about him for hours and how perfect he is.

Last Movie: Uh... I don't really watch movies so I think it was Bullet Train? My husband made me watch it. Pretty enjoyable actually.

Currently Working On: finishing up Wondrous Tails, always plugging away at my MSQ fic and working on a potential May month-long Ancient prompt list! (in the event that Azem April doesn't happen)

I'm awful with tagging people so I'm leaving an open tag, if you see it do it and tag me so I can see too!

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Camboy Masterlist

all i want (ao3) - lourrygum michael/luke E, 15k

Summary: Luke is a camboy and Michael has to have normal conversations with him like he didn't watch him come untouched just last night

Or, Lush isn't Luke's only place of employment, Calum is falling in love with the curly haired dork that comes in to his coffee shop on a daily basis and Michael's going to stop watching Luke's videos soon, he swears.

Baby Boy, I Can Misbehave (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/calum E, 3k

Summary: In the back of his mind Luke knows he probably shouldn't be doing this, let alone for the fifth time this month. But more towards the front of his mind he just really doesn't care at all, even though he can hear his best friend's voice in his ear telling him that it's "unbecoming for the prince of Australia to play with himself on a high-quality webcam". Luke had sort of just smirked and shrugged at the time because if anything, being told he "shouldn't" is the exact reason that he should in his twisted brain.

Or: Luke is the sluttiest prince in all the land.

Camboy (ao3) - adhdjoongs (orphan_account) luke/ashton E, 6k (WIP)

Summary: Luke Hemmings is notoriously known online for being a camboy: an online "entertainer" who engages in pornographic activities to get money. In other words, he likes to show off his ass to get money for his college tuition while living in his one bedroom apartment in LA. Sure people can think his way of getting money is interesting, but to each their own. Everything is going according to plan, that is until he meets a stranger on one of his live streams who steals his heart in the most non-romantic way possible.

Camboy (ao3) - orphan_account M, 1k (WIP)

Summary: While Luke is searching for porn, he ends up finding Michael. The shy boy in his trigonometry class.

Camera Guy - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, luke/calum/ashton E, 12k

Summary: Calum briefly glances up at him through his lashes, mouth still on Ashton’s skin. He wonders in a somewhat mocking tone, “What, and you’re gonna film it for us too, huh?”

“I mean if you guys want me to," Luke replies.

FutureSex/LoveSounds (ao3) - Migs luke/calum, michael/luke, calum/ashton E, 47k

Summary: Luke is Med student/camboy with a crush on the Footie captain with a secret.

OR: Cake have a lot of hot sex for money whilst trying to pursue romantic relationships with other boys.

I Thought Heaven Can't Help Me Now (He's So Bad But He Does It So Well) (ao3) - Migs michael/luke E, 6k

Summary: "It's Lux." Michael whispers directly into Calum's ear, making sure that no one can overhear them.

"What? No." Calum replies shocked, measuring Luke up and down like he is having a "camboy" badge pinned somewhere on his attire.

"Yes." Michael says back before he is opening his tumblr app and pulling up Naughty Lux's page. "Look!" He says as he scrolls down the page and showing Calum a picture of what is clearly Luke sitting on a bed with wide spread legs and a baby blue collar around his neck.

"Oh god, it really is him." Calum breathes out as he scrolls lower just to see Luke in various positions and from various angles. "He is gorgeous." Calum whines as they watch a short clip of Luke riding a dildo.

Or: Luke is Michael's favourite camboy that often comes to Calum's coffee shop.

Only Time You On The Net Is When You Google My Ass (ao3) - senioritastyles michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: Michael checks and rechecks his angle, making sure that Luke is perfectly framed the way he likes to be: from just about his mouth down. They're always careful not to show their full faces on camera, not ashamed in the least but wanting to keep their identities hidden especially when they know what some people around the school campus watch their sessions. Michael checks the screen again, looking at Luke's naked body kneeling on the rough carpet of their dorm room floor and smiling.

Or: Michael and Luke are college camboys.

Play With Me More (ao3) - converse_luke luke/calum E, 2k

Summary: “Luke, can you look at me?” His eyes open slowly, the love in Calum’s eyes makes him want to cry. “You are so beautiful yea? And remember last time, they love you baby.” Luke doesn’t give a verbal reaction but Calum can tell he wants to dig his face back into the crook of his neck. Calum lets him for a moment, picking up the mask before lifting Luke up. “I’m gonna change our game plan for tonight baby, you okay with that?” Luke nods against his neck as Calum softly sets him down on the bed. “Good, just relax okay?”

Speed It Up Baby Make Me Sweat (ao3) - converse_luke luke/calum E, 2k

Summary: Luke finally joins Calum for a camming session.

That's Money, Honey (ao3) - senioritastyles luke/calum, ashton/ofc E, 22k

Summary: "Excuse me?" Calum calls, gesturing for the bartender and waiting for him to come over before continuing. "Who is that, over there? The boy on stage."

Michael doesn't even have to look, already smiling and nodding as he tops off Calum's already half-gone whiskey. "That's Luke." Michael explains and Calum nods, sipping at his whiskey again as he watches Luke dance, body swaying fluidly in front of several men dressed pretty similarly to how Calum is. "He tends to attract the uh, black card crowd." Michael says, handing Calum back his own black card.

Or: Calum makes Luke his sugar baby.

touch me like you never (im begging you to take me) (ao3) - orphan_account ot4 E, 4k

Summary: :+: Mikey rainchecks on his friends to do his job of being a camboy, and when they come home, they find him fucking himself and decide to help. :+:

Webcams (ao3) - gardener luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 3k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is an eighteen years old Photography major at the City College of San Francisco, who works as a camboy on the side. His now calm life changes when he walks into Ashton Irwin, who just happens to watch his cam sessions nearly always he goes online. While the elder one had no idea this guy went to the same university as he did, Luke doesn't even realize Ashton is his favorite subscriber.

You Deserve It Baby, You Deserve It All (ao3) - senioritastyles michael/luke/calum E, 7k

Summary: "What were you dreaming about, Princess?" Michael wonders, his voice whispery but loud enough that he knows Calum will hear, figuring he might as well give the other boy somewhat of a show if Luke's gonna be this needy.

The color in Luke's face deepens and when he speaks he tries his best to keep himself quiet but the desperation and horniness he's feeling make his voice higher pitched and louder than he'd intended. "Was dreaming about Calum." He admits, instantly going even redder since he knows said boy is in the next bed over and could wake up at any second.

Or: Calum joins Michael and Luke in their camboy adventures.

You On Top Got Me Feeling On Your Booty (Give Me That Sugar With The Sweet Talk) (ao3) - Migs luke/calum E, 3k

Summary: Luke is a camboy and Calum is his bodyguard.

Your Sheets Are Home (ao3) - veinmichael (AvannahSay) michael/luke, calum/ashton, luke/calum, michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 5k (WIP)

Summary: Luke needed money. It started as something awkward, then Michael from English found out. Then Calum found out. Then Ashton. And now it's like a big awkward orgy, but with feelings. Always with fucking feelings.

Aka Luke is a camboy, and everyone wants in.

[lottiecents]

the yellowjackets letterboxd acc!

this is purely based on vibes and what I think they would like to watch and their favorite movies

lottie matthews

- she would have a picture of herself as pfp or maybe a picture of kate winslet as clementine in the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

- she uses regularly because of movie nights as a form of team bonding and her dates with nat

- she makes lists ranking her favorite movie sagas and her watchlist it’s always full (she forgets to watch them)

her favorite movies are

natalie scatorccio

- her pfp is a photo of one of her favorite artists or any women covered in blood

- she LOVES movies and knows a bit much about it, but hides it so people don’t think she is a dork. van and her had a movie club as kids

- she makes lists based on what she wants to watch and divides by genre. she takes spooky season seriously

her favorite movies are

shauna shipman

- her pfp is a photo of lady bird

- she’s more of a reader and uses goodreads way more but she enjoys to keep track of the movies that she sees.

- her letterboxd is basically full of rewatches, she only watch new movies with the team

her favorite movies are

jackie taylor

- her pfp is a photo of herself

- she uses it on a daily basis, she logs a lot of romcoms and musicals and constantly rewatches twilight

- she makes list of her favorite movies of all time because she thinks only four it’s not enough

her favorite movies are

tai turner

- matching icons with van (probably stu and billy from scream)

- she uses it like a regular person and likes to update her watchlist constantly

- she makes lists to try watch new movies each month, if she watches one or two of them it’s a lot but she keeps trying

her favorite movies are

van palmer

- matching icons with tai!

- they’re a certified cinephile, so they made the team get an account so they can share movie recommendations and just for the sake of being fun

- they take lists very serious, they make lists for each decade with their favorite movies. on october they and nat make spooky season marathon so they can be insufferable film nerds together

their favorite movies are

misty quigly

- her pfp is wednesday addams from the 90’s movie

- she uses it a lot, she likes to watch a lot of documentaries and “female rage” movies (she’s also a HUGE musical nerd because of crystal)

- she makes lists of the best femcel movies and she keeps track on the newest horror and thriller movies. she made a list with her favorites musicals

her favorite movies are

[roxfox5]

Okay uhhh...Introduction post ig.

Hi, I'm Rox. I'm not gonna disclose my age for my own security even if I am of age, I go by any pronouns because I really don't care what I'm called. You could call me a bucket and I wouldn't care.

As you can tell I'm a big nut about my security, unless I know you. Y'know basic DNI (terfs, proshippers, etc. etc.)

I like to leave my inbox open, please ask anything, I'll answer if it doesn't make a giant crack in my privacy, or I think you're being weird or sorta harassing me, which has happened. Oh, oh and if you want, I can try writing something for you. I like horror, horror writing is my passion, I'm not great at it but y'know. I'm perfectly fine writing stuff outside of horror though.

Oh I like a lot of stuff like:

Eddsworld

FNAF

Undertale/Deltarune(it might not be obvious)

I like the Markiplier cinematic universe to.

Half-Life

HLVRAI

DHMIS

Bendy and the Ink Machine

Inscryption

The Stanley Parable

Sally Face

Welcome Home

Splatoon

Stray

I like other stuff to, and I'm open about getting into new things! Unless its anime related, I don't fuck with anime, but that doesn't mean you can't ramble to me about it. I just won't understand is all.

I'm sorry if I don't respond to asks right away, I usually background check with my mutuals to see if you have a history of anything beforehand. Unless you are mutuals with me.

Oh, speaking of my mutuals! @jellori @apencil-and-astorm @ph4nt0m30w @kiwibubbles5 @caligulas--aquarium @saturntheocto @15ch795 @disaster-in-the-limelight. These are some of my mutuals. Really cool people, I love these dorks to death! Even if I don't interact with them on a daily basis. Most of them are artists so PLEASE CHECK THEM OUT AND REBLOG THEIR ART.

Also, please don't drag me into drama, I'd rather not have that on my conscious.

I don't make my own posts often but that's because I never get requests and don't usually have the motivation to do it. I'm not the best at drawing either so, expect more writing than drawing, if I do make my own post.

Also, PLEASE respect my boundaries. If I ask you to NOT do something around me, please listen.

I'll probably update this introduction several times, but thanks for reading tho!

(Did I do it? Did I make an okay introduction post??)

[rickgrimesdoingrickthings]

2. Is your muse a good kisser? 6. What is your muse’s earliest memory? 11. Is your muse good or bad at learning new things? 27. Does your muse pour milk/sugar in warm beverages (e.g. coffee/tea/e.t.c.), or prefer them plain?

More Rick Grimes headcanons for your delight

Is your muse a good kisser? Yes. Has some years of experience, can kiss in many different ways. From vanilla to wild beast.

What is your muse’s earliest memory? Probably with his family, playing or being with his parents and brother.

Is your muse good or bad at learning new things? Rick is a fast learner and also a good teacher (even though he doesn't think he is.) He doesn't seem to be the "prodigy" type of character who already knows how to do things, who has special gifts or who is destined to anything. Rick is practically the opposite of that in the series and he learns new skills from zero. The combat and tactical skills he has he learned from the police training, as well as his skills with leadership and body language. He starts the series being so naive, learning to be harsher along the series. Rick literally trips more than 3 times when running in the woods trying to save Sophia and couldn't even kill a walker without hurting his arm or making some effort. I honestly think the only thing Rick already had with him was his personality- he's intelligent, he's introverted, he's an observer, he's a planner, he's very emotional and sensitive, he's naturally kind and peaceful and he's very cooperative, has a strong sense of justice- because of those traits, Rick can adapt and learn new skills really well, but he will be a total clumsy dork at first because he has no magical natural talent for things. If you were a trainer and Rick was a student, in the first week you probably would think that clumsy, weak thin guy would be the worst of the class and fail at everything- but give him some days and he will be doing things really well and helping everyone else.

What also helps Rick to learn faster is how he has a natural tendency to get thrown into conflicts. He is a natural leader because of his assertiveness and kindness / good will to help others and capacity to coordinate- even if Rick doesn't want to be a leader, people who are lost will tend to follow him because he will try to help and show directions, it's natural to feel safer around him. Because of his sense of justice, he tends to fight for what's right and riot when under oppression, so perhaps since school Rick was often fighting bullies or getting bullied and getting in trouble to help others. Conflict and hardship for sure helped him grow faster. He's the typical natural hero who wants justice while trying to help those who need. He also is very open minded and creative, what helps him see outside the box, put himself in the enemy shoes and foresee probabilities. His best quality is that he's smart.

Does your muse pour milk/sugar in warm beverages (e.g. coffee/tea/e.t.c.), or prefer them plain? It really depends. I think Rick has many (very) specific preferences for things (people might assume he has no strong personality just because he's often quiet and keeps his thoughts to himself) but he's very open minded and probably already tried different things. Because of his personality, I think Rick is the opposite of the "cliche popular" trope- despite having some cliches kind of pushed onto his character because of the story plot, I think Rick doesn't get as influenced by groups or by mass culture like most people do. I think he has elaborated opinions and tastes about the most unexpected things because he thinks a lot and speaks little. That being said, Rick probably will like to pour sugar or milk etc. depending of the coffee, depending of the milk, depending of the cappuccino etc. He probably has VERY SPECIFIC TASTES BUT NEVER TOLD THEM TO ANYONE BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT TO BOTHER, he doesn't want to call attention or sound too picky. So on daily basis, he might just go with PLAIN to avoid social interaction, to avoid explaining what he likes, to avoid small talk with people. If Rick is at a cafe he likes, on his own or with a close friend, then yes, then Rick will pour the milk and the sugar and the cinnamon and whatever until his beverage is just the way he loves, customized with his preferences.

@wexarethewalkingxdead