#i think it's based more on the memes of that ghost going door to door to taylor's exes

[dreaminginsteadofsleeping42]

I really don't understand why people are unfollowing Harry Styles based on the 1989 vault. Like. What new information was revealed.

[lovifie]

Masterlist

Boyfriend!Ghost x Chubby!Reader, but they wake up in each other's body.

Simon and you have been dating for a while now, Simon usually lives at your house when he is not deployed.

He has talked to you about the rest of the boys, as well as talking about you to them. Well, letting them know he is dating somebody, no matter how much Johnny pesters him to learn more about you he didn't tell them anything.

And then one day, you wake up and still half asleep, you go to hug Simon; expecting the mountain of a person that is your boyfriend and the only thing you can feel is someone half your size. That wakes you up fast.

You look at whoever is sleeping next to you… and it is you. But you are you, so why are you sleeping in front of you when you are where you are? And where the fuck is Simon?

You turn around looking for him and you find him, in the reflection of the mirror, looking at you. You wink and the reflection winks back. Okay, cool, cool, cool, cool. So, if you are Simon… then Simon… is the you on the bed.

“Simon.” You whisper, slightly shaking his… your arm?

And the deep voice surprises you when it erupts from within you, but it surprises Simon more because he jumps awake and then jumps back when he sees you.

The Spiderman meme coming to your memory for a second.

“Why are you me?”

“Why am I you?”

This just has like… so many possibilities. I am definitely coming back to this once I finish writing the next lift me off my feet chapter.

Like, imagine waking up on Simon Riley’s body. Going to base and there is like this 5’2 woman walking looking serious as fuck and then the fucking lieutenant is walking behind grabbing her shirt and looking terrified.

The possibilities, YUMMY.

Like, reader having glasses, and she puts them on like always but for some reason everything is blurry and then she turns to Simon and he is looking back the same way, just looking at each other like:

Simon being terrified on reader on his body because he knows she's a menace and now she's 6ft, Simon trying to calm himself down and reader being like: "I wanna know how my pussy feels, Simon." And poor Simon being absolutely terrified of not being able to walk anymore.

Reader just constantly hitting her head walking through doors because she has never had that problem and now she's one more hit from permanent brain damage.

Reader looking at herself on Simon's body for a bit too long and getting a massive boner, going to Simon for help only to find him playing with your boobs.

Please, let me know what would be the first thing you would do if it happened to you because I know my stupid ass would just want to hit somebody on the face with my dick. Just because like, how do you respond to that?

Think of the possibilities and tell me about them 😈

[evieelyzabethh]

Can I request modern au viktor dating headcanons (perhaps streamer au where viktor is dating streamer reader) 👉👈

streamerau!Viktor whose girlfriend starts out as a relatively small creator. Your streams don't get a lot of reach, but it's never bothered you much anyway. You did it more for the passion of gaming rather than making serious money off it. Your set up had been customized and built prior to the idea of even getting a twitch account, you already had countless hours logged into your Minecraft and Sims 4 worlds, as well as having a pretty lengthy collection of games all on your own

streamerau!Viktor who is the reason you even start. One day, he jokingly teased that with how many hours and how much money you had put into your hobby, you might as well try and make some money off it. He's very aware of what it takes to go viral, a pretty face, and you have the prettiest one he's ever seen. He is also quite confident in your skills to go viral. You have the personality, you have the skills, you have the knowledge. He's not even a gamer himself and he still enjoys watching you play and hearing all the interesting fun facts and history that you know about.

streamerau!Viktor who is such a visual opposite to his girlfriend. Part of the differences are played up for the camera, the comically pink and purple set up, the light-up headphones, even the type of content you create, spending less time in COD lobbies and more on cheap cozy games on Steam. He hardly ever steps into your recording office, fearing his tall, lanky, and dark demeanor may come off as some creepy ghost in the corner of your pastel-led room.

This isn't to say you only play those games, but that is simply what gets the views and is the least hostile space. When you do venture out of the typical cozy game aesthetic, it typically adventure puzzle games, like Tomb Raider or Uncharted, or maybe a story-based horror game like Mouthwashing or Until Dawn. In the very early days of your streaming adventure, you and Viktor would play vintage games from your collection, like Mario Kart or Mortal Kombat on your N64 or Sonic on your Sega Genesis. Once you start getting traction, he asks for them to be deleted. He's doesn't want his face all over the internet nor his reactions.

streamerau!Viktor who is quite aggressive when he plays games. He is the first to get loud, the first to blame the controller, the first to claim his screen was lagging and that's why he lost. He is a bit of a sore loser. He also just isn't a fan of games that don't require some sort of skill or technique. He hates luck-based games, or games that depend heavily on rng. Y'all played the first FNAF game ONCE and he lost it because Chica hung around the door so he couldn't open it to alleviate his battery usage and was incredibly pissed when he lost because of that.

streamerau!Viktor who is more into more card games (my personal headcanon is that he is a great Spades partner) but still tunes into every single one of your streams. He thinks it's funny to leave very obvious 'pro-tips' like "don't mine at night with nothing but a wood sword" or "maybe try killing the creepers" or "next time, you should do a back flip off the ledge". Though he doesn't play with you, he does get alluded to in passing, typically by Grim rather than his actual name. The nickname came from one of your Sims streams where you laughed about how much your boyfriend looked like the Grim Reaper and then everyone started calling him that until it eventually got shortened to just Grim. At some point, someone dug through the archives to try and find him. The old streams were long gone at this point, but Viktor had somehow snuck into the corner of a few videos.

Speaking of which, Shadow Man Viktor definitely became a meme on the internet after he was spotted, specifically to that one Berleezy audio (IT IS HOT AS HELL IN THIS FUNKY ASS, HOT ASS ROOM IM IN...IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER???). He doesn't find out about it until you tell him. Viktor is thoroughly not a social media guy; he often gets confused when you make internet references on the stream and asks about what they mean later. That or he quietly texts you "I'm employed, what does that mean?" He never moved over to shorter form content when Vine and TikTok got really popular, and he definitely brags about having a longer attention span because of it. He would be more annoyed with the whole ordeal if his face wasn't obscured, but you can't tell who he is by the low-quality stills. This being said, your followers anxiously await the heavily teased boyfriend reveal.

[thehiccupingbanana]

Call Me Maybe

PAIRNING/FANDOM: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) GENRE: Fluff WORD COUNT: 2,427 WARNINGS: none :) SUMMARY: Nick opened the hardcover of the textbook to see a pink sticky note, with some writing on it: "hi, hope you don’t mind me saying this, but my friend thinks you’re really cute. here’s her number: xxxx … and if by any chance you are gay, here’s mine xxxx" or Based off the meme with the same quote. ADDTIONAL TAGS: Alternate Universe - College/University, Meet-Cute, Confident Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Based off a meme, Crack Treated Seriously, i think it's fun when Charlie and imogen are biffles in fics, this has been in my drafts forever, Aged-Up Character(s), nick simping after Charlie from day one

[READ ON AO3]

‘I wonder if he is going to be here today. No Nick, he comes here to pick up his girlfriend, stop crushing on straight men, this never ends well for you.’ Nick thought. ‘Oh, there he is waiting at the door. Man, she’s so lucky that she gets to kiss him whenever she wants, he’s so pretty. Oh my god he opened the door and is walking in now, be cool Nick.’

“Don’t forget to submit your discussion questions before the end of day tomorrow.” Mrs. Robinson, his professor, stated. “Mr. Charles, lovely to see you again as always.”

“Same to you Mrs. Robinson.” The pretty man, Charles, responded with a smile, before he started walking towards the back of the room.

Nick attempted to quickly grab his bag out of the walk way, but suddenly felt the graze of Charles’ bag hitting his shoulder, and the smell of his cologne hitting Nick.

Nick dropped his bag and gasped, turning around quickly to see both Charles and his girlfriend looking at him with concern etched on their face.

“Are you okay?” the girl asked.

Nick looked over at the man and saw only kindness in his eyes. Nick opened his mouth to say anything but no words came out. Instead, Nick grabbed his bag quickly and walked out of the classroom faster than he’s ever walked, muttering under his breath about how embarrassing he is around his crush. 

“Oh no.” Nick muttered under his breath, spinning around to head back to the classroom. ‘Can’t believe I didn’t grab the textbook’. 

Luckily, the short walk back to the classroom was long enough for the room to have emptied out. When Nick got to his desk, his textbook thankfully still there, he noticed a small pink piece of paper hanging out the top of the book. Out of curiosity, Nick opened the hardcover of the textbook to see a pink sticky note, with some writing on it.

 hi, hope you don’t mind me saying this, but my friend thinks you’re really cute. here’s her number: xxxx … and if by any chance you are gay, here’s mine xxxx 

Nick stared at the note in confusion; he hadn’t been gone from the classroom for more than five minutes. Was someone so cruel to play a joke on the bi-guy? Nick left the note in his textbook, closed it, and promptly shoved his textbook in his bag to deal with later.

~🍃~

It’s been two days since Nick has had that sticky note in his textbook, and two days of thinking about that note.

If someone left that note in his textbook as a prank on the bi-guy, then whatever, Nick could throw away the note and not think about it.

If someone left that note in his textbook as a serious inquiry, they (both) could be waiting on a response from Nick, and Nick didn’t want to ghost anyone. He had been ghosted before and he didn’t like it one bit.

The scent of the sweet cologne in the passing wind brings him back to the present. Nick turned his head to see who walked past his desk, only to see that beautiful man with his hands on his much shorter friend’s shoulders, looking like he was consoling her over something.

Nick quickly packed his bag, doublechecking the textbook was there this time, and hastily left the room before he embarrassed himself again.

Hours of studying, a rugby match, a night out with the rugby lads, a day of nursing a hangover, and a morning of mindlessly watching TV, and Nick still couldn’t stop thinking about the what ifs of that note. It might be time to bring in the reinforcements. 

[Darcy, Tara, & Me] Nick: SOS  [image attached] Darcy: NNNNIIIIICCCCCKKKKKKYYYYYY!!!!! Tara: ?? Nick: Help me guys! What do I do? Tara: you text both of them, is what you do! Nick: I can’t! Tara: why not? Darcy: is this about that boy that comes into your class sometimes to pick up his (girl?)friend? Nick: No! Well, kinda? Darcy: have you spoken to him yet? Nick: [typing] Nick: [typing] Nick: [typing] Tara: Nick, we can see you typing! Nick: No, I haven’t spoken to him. Nick: I embarrassed myself in front of him the other day and I don’t know how I’m going to even see him again! Darcy: what did you do nickypoo? Nick: 🥴🥴🥴🥴 Tara: Nick…. Nick: He walked by my desk and his bag barely touched my shoulder and I gasped so loud, and dropped my bag. It was embarrassing. 🥴 Nick: I picked up my bag and ran out the room, leaving my textbook on the desk. So then I had to go back and get it. Nick: And when I got my textbook it had that note in it. Darcy: 🤣🤣🤣 Tara: oh honey… Darcy: nick, you know we love you, but you are an absolute disaster Nick: I know… 😣 Nick: But now you can see why I can’t say anything to him! Nick: What do I do about the note though? What if it’s a joke or they got the wrong person? Tara: what if it’s not either? and was completely meant for you, sincerely? Darcy: listen to tara!! Nick: Thanks guys.

Nick sent the last text message and sighed, not feeling better or getting an answer that he felt like he could do, but knowing what he should do.

~🍃~

Nick: Hi. Your friend left your number in my textbook the other day. I’m sure you’re lovely, but to be honest with you, I currently really like someone and I don’t think it would be fair to you if we went on a date. Unknown: That’s okay! Thank you for getting back to me 🙂.

~🍃~

Nick: Hi. You left your number in my textbook the other day, and just wanted to let you know, I’m bi actually, not gay. Unknown: hi that works too :)  Nick: 😊 Nick: Anyways, I should be honest with you. There’s this guy that I really like, and I don’t think it would be fair to you… I like him a lot. We can still be friends though! Unknown: aww, you’re such a sweetheart, thank you for telling me that 🙂 do you want to talk about it? I’m the king of unrequited crushes 😅 Nick: It’s definitely unrequited, and I think he has a girlfriend🙃 But he’s so pretty! But also, handsome! If that makes sense. Unknown: it makes perfect sense! in secondary school I had a crush so hard on the rugby team captain that i joined the team 🫠 same reason though! he was very pretty and handsome. Unknown: anyways… let me know if you ever make progress with your crush (i’m invested)! have a goodnight 🙂 Nick: 😆 Okay! Good night 🙂

~🍃~

The next day in class Nick was more focused on the work now that the note was taken care of. Nick felt better that he was able to be honest to the two people, and it didn’t seem like anyone had any hurt feelings. Still, Nick was glad that class was over and he’ll get to see his crush.

Upon hearing the sound of something hitting the ground, Nick looked to his left to see a black fountain pen sitting on the ground that wasn’t there earlier. Nick continued to stare at the pen as if it could tell him what to do. ‘Maybe Tara and Darcy are right. I should just talk to him.’ Nick thought as he picked up the pen and walked up to the man and his friend.

“Hi.” Nick greeted the man, taking in all the features he didn’t notice from afar.

“Hi?” the man questioned with a smile.

“I think you may have dropped this?” Nick asked, holding his hand out flat with the pen balancing on it.

“Oh! Umm, th-thanks.” the man stuttered. 

“No problem.” Nick smiled. “Umm, I use fountain pens too.”

“Yeah? I like to use fountain pens because it makes my hand-” the man started.

“Handwriting so much better? Yeah, same!” Nick interrupted and finished. 

“Umm, I’m Nick. I sit a couple desks in front of you…” Nick introduced himself, trying to find a reason to keep talking to his crush, and if she is Charles’ girlfriend.

“Imogen.” the short girl filled in before gesturing towards the man, “And this is Charlie.”

Charlie.

“Nice to meet you both.” Nick beamed.

“Nice to meet you too, Nick.” Charlie replied, his eyes never leaving Nick’s. “We usually go to the cafe a couple blocks away and get some iced coffee after Immy is done with this class. Do you want to join?” Charlie asked.

“Iced coffee?” Nick exclaimed, “It’s less than 5 degrees outside!”

“Yes Nick. I am very gay,” Charlie chuckles and points to the gay man pride flag pin on his bag, “I like iced coffee no matter the weather.”

“So… you’re not dating…?” Nick asked, gesturing between Charlie and Imogen.

“Oh, no!” Imogen replied with wide eyes.

“No, Imogen is just my best friend.” Charlie exclaimed then with a smile, “So… coffee?” 

“Sorry Charlie, not today; I have a paper I need to finish. You both still go though!” Imogen winked at Nick before walking away, “Have a good time boys.”

“Would you still like company to get coffee?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” Charlie grinned.

“Lead the way?” Nick asked, grabbing his stuff from his desk and following Charlie out of the classroom to the café.

“Are you in your second year too?” Nick asked, attempting to make small talk. 

“No, I’m in my first year.”

“Oh! So where do you know Imogen from if it’s not a class?”

“We went to the same secondary school, and seen each other around, but were not in the same circles. But I went to a party hosted by the Pride SOC at the beginning of the year here, and she was there so we started talking and now we don’t shut up when we are in the same room.” Charlie chuckled at the end of his story.  

“I went to one Pride SOC meeting last year, but ended up late to rugby practice and coach made me run laps for half the practice. And one Pride Soc party was happening at the same time as a party hosted by one of my team mates so I tried to go to both for a little bit. Some of my teammates and both of my best friends made fun of me for weeks after about how much of a disaster I ended up being at both parties. So, it’s kind of hard to go to events for both.” Nick finished.  

“I guess there’s not a lot of people who are in both rugby and the Pride SOC.” Charlie joked as they came up to the cafe.

“Oh no, not at all.”

The line in the cafe was short and both boys were able to order their drinks to-go (Charlie - iced coffee, Nick - hot tea) and started making their way to Charlie’s flat as it was closer.

“Okay, Nick.” Charlie started, taking a sip of his drink, “Tell me about yourself.”

“Oh, umm.” Nick stuttered.

“Only what you want to! And if you don’t want to say anything, that’s okay too.” Charlie interrupted.

“I want to tell you more about myself, Charlie.” Nick smiled, “I just don’t know where to start.”

“Let’s start simple. What’s your favourite colour? Mine’s yellow.” Charlie said.

“Okay, simple questions. My favourite colour is blue.” Nick answered, “Video games or board games? I like doing puzzles with my mum, but playing Mario Kart with my mates.”

“My friends and I have a movie and board game night every other week, but usually ends with my friend Isacc “accidently” kicking the Monopoly board over.” Charlie chuckled, “But I am really good at Mario Kart too.”

“I will also “accidently” kick a Monopoly board over. That game takes forever!” Nick started, “You have to come over to mine sometime so we can see who the real Mario Kart champion is.”

“It’s me.” Charlie smiled, “I have a younger brother, and I couldn’t let him get a big ego, so I had to be the best at Mario Kart.”

“Sounds like you’re challenging me, Charles.” Nick joked.

“Oh, I definitely am, Nicholas.” Charlie replied, taking another sip of his drink. “Okay next question, do you- on Wednesday, do you want to join Imogen and I after class for coffee again?”  

“Yes! Of course!” Nick exclaimed. “I had a really nice time hanging out with you today.”

“I had a great time getting to know you too, Nick.” Charlie beamed, before waving his hand to the building they were about to pass, “This is me.”

“Wait, Charlie?” 

“Yeah?”

“Can I have your number?” Nick asked bravely. “For our Mario Kart competition?”

Charlie paused for a moment before letting out a shy chuckle and pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Umm, you already have it.”

“Huh?” Nick questioned before hearing a ping on his phone.

Unknown: hi 🙂

“Oh!” Nick chuckled, adding a name to the contact, Charlie joining in with an awkward laugh of his own.  

“Charlie.” Nick said, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck. “I- I really like you.”

“You do?” Charlie asked, his dark eyebrows raised.

“I do. Was it not obvious?” 

“No!” Charlie chortled. “But Nick, I really like you too.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Obviously!”  

“Good!” 

“Can you text me when you get home?”

“Yes, I will.”

“I’ll look forward to it.” Charlie smiled then reached up and pressed a light kiss to Nick’s cheek. “Bye.” Charlie waved.

“Bye.” Nick blushed and waved until Charlie was inside the door to his flat.  

Nick spent the rest of the seven-minute walk to his flat trying to get his blushing under control. Once he was home and sat on the couch, he pulled his phone out and texted Charlie. 

Nick: Hi ❤️ Charlie: hi ❤️❤️ Nick: I made it home. Charlie: 🙂 i only have a morning class tomorrow… do you want to do something? Nick: Do you want to come over to mine? Charlie: 😳😏 Nick: 🫢 No! Not like that! Charlie: 🤣 I know what you mean nick. You want me to beat your ass at Mario Kart sooner rather than later. Nick: The confidence. Charlie: 😊 Text me your building and dorm number? And I’ll bring you a tea? You can think of it as a ‘sorry not sorry’ gift for when you lose. Nick: Charlie! Charlie: :laugh: Nick: Here’s the pin for my dorm: xxxx See you tomorrow 😊❤️ Charlie: See you tomorrow, Nick ❤️

~~~

as always, if there is a cw or tw that i missed, please let me know and i will add it.

title by the lovely @sleepywriter00

[thelostconsultant]

Out in the open (Invisible string 2)

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

summary: You surprise Max by finally making your relationship public, but the way you do it casts a shadow over it.

part one | part three

Every now and then when he missed you, Max searched the internet for interviews and different videos of you. He wanted to see you and hear your voice, which he knew was almost pathetic, but with the fact you were often in very different time zones, it was sometimes impossible to get a hold of the other. Luckily, he wasn’t alone with this little hobby, he was aware it was your usual activity as well since you sometimes sent him videos or memes of him that managed to make you laugh.

Tonight he found an old video on YouTube, one that was probably recorded in secret at a fancy party based on the cocktail dress you were wearing. You, Robert, and some other people were standing around a bar table, deep in a discussion about something he couldn’t quite understand. Not because it was heavily scientific, more because it just didn’t make any sense without context.

“I always imagined he'd have a very Game of Thrones-y death. He loves camping, so he's gonna be somewhere far from civilization, wandering around the forest like a ghost, then he meets a pack of wild boars–”

“I don't think that's called a pack,” Robert interrupted you.

But it didn’t seem to bother you, because you just rolled your eyes at him and took another sip of the champagne in your hand. “Then a group of wild boars, I don't know, you get it, don't you? Anyway, he bumps into these animals and he's dead by the morning. Sad and probably painful death. We'll miss you though.”

“How can such a brilliant woman talk so much shit? Seriously,” you business partner noted with a laugh as he patted you on the shoulder.

Max couldn't stop smiling. You were a little tipsy in this video, and he could tell you were so much younger, so full of life, and he had only gotten a glimpse of this version of you when you were talking about your passion project back when you first met. Sure, sometimes you acted like this when you were in the safety of your homes, or behind the closed doors of a hotel room, but it was still rarer than he would have preferred.

Because he wanted to bring this side of you out to play with him more often, he wanted to see that carefree young woman you used to be before turning into the serious CEO you were today. Maybe he could be the reason why you let yourself go every now and then, willing to leave your work behind for a short while.

A lot of things had happened since the night of that party. Your relationship was a secret for now, but you used your position as one of the sponsors to attend a few races, which meant you could spend some time together in the midst of chaotic race weekends. Stolen looks and delicate smiles kept him going even during the most frustrating times, along with the promise of meeting later in the day at the hotel you both stayed in.

It wasn't his decision to stay under the radar for now. If it were up to him, he would have already told everyone that he found someone like you, someone smart and funny, a woman who was passionate about everything and everyone she truly cared about. And you apparently cared about him too, because you took the time to learn more about his hobbies, and you also put some real effort into getting along with his cats who hadn't been that happy to have you around in the beginning.

On nights like this, when you were on the other side of the world, he had his weak moments when he felt lonely, wishing he could go to sleep with his arm around your body, feeling it being pressed against his chest. But since you weren't there, he chose to avert his thoughts by doing things that required him to focus, this time in the sim rig as he prepared for the race on Saturday.

It was only around midnight that he tried to call you, because he knew from a few short messages that you exchanged earlier that you were busy working. Maybe by now you would have some time to talk, just for a few minutes to recharge him. But you declined the call, then sent him a quick, preset message that you'd call him back later. With a groan he went to lie down on the bed and typed you a short message.

Max: Just wanted to talk to you before going to sleep. I hope you're okay. Don't work too much.

He had always known he would have to work hard for your attention, but sometimes it was truly tiring. Not like it wasn't the same with him when it was his job that came in the way, he was aware of that. You were always patient with him, the least he could do was being patient with you. Yet, even though he loved you–and he really did–every now and then he wondered if it was worth it. He could have picked a woman who was more available, someone who could spend a lot more time with him.

But then his phone buzzed, and when he took a look at the message you sent, he couldn't believe his eyes at first. He thought it was a joke, but then he remembered you wouldn’t make jokes about things like this.

You: Don't know how, but Christian managed to get me a pass for the weekend last minute. I'm trying to find a pilot who can get me there asap. I'll be there tomorrow. Love you.

After the last race, he had asked you to come with him to Hungary because he had a bad feeling about it and needed someone to be there and support him. Well, considering the team's recent performance, it wasn't hard to figure out things wouldn't get much better this soon. But you said you didn't know if you could come, which was a huge disappointment that he was willing to move on from for the sake of your relationship.

Knowing you made the time to attend was the highlight of his day, and he couldn't wait for you to get there. If you could take off soon, there was a big chance you would make it to qualifying. Knowing you're there could give him the boost he needed, and if he even managed to steal a kiss in a quiet corner, nothing would be able to stop him.

But the next day he kept looking at clocks he passed by between the regular moves to check his phone for new notifications. The session was about to begin but you were nowhere to be found and didn't even send a message to tell him you'd be late. It was total radio silence and he didn't like it at all. What if something happened to you on the way there?

Max: I hope you're okay, babe.

Eventually he pushed these thoughts aside and left his phone behind to get in the car and prepare for Q1. He wasn't happy with how things went, he really did miss the boost you could have given him, but it could have been worse than P3, he could have ended up in a wall like his teammate. After he got out of the car and took care of mandatory rounds, he looked over at his team behind the barrier, and that's when he noticed a familiar face in the front row.

You were there in one piece, waiting for him with a big smile on your face, and this made him forget about his frustration for now. You had never waited for him there, you usually stayed in the garage and met him somewhere quiet, but today for some reason you chose to be here, in front of all those cameras. He didn't know why, but he couldn't care at the moment.

Max exchanged a few words with different team members, for now keeping a safe distance from you as he had no idea how he should behave. And then he noticed you signaling him to come closer. He was a moth and you were the light source, there was no way he could stay away from you, especially when you were the one who called out for him. When he stopped in front of you, you stood on your toes and pulled his head down so you could kiss him, and it was a real kiss that was full of unspoken words. It was a very clear statement from your part, but it was also something intimate, as if it was only the two of you there. 

“Guess this means you're ready to make our relationship public,” he said with a wide grin when he pulled away.

You grabbed the baseball cap he held in his hand and put it on his head with a laugh. “Good job out there.”

“Could have been better.”

You gave him a look that said he shouldn't be so hard on himself, but he wasn't in the mood to explain why he felt that way. You were there, you kissed him in front of all those cameras, it was a really good day after all. But then someone tapped his shoulder and he realized it was time to give an interview now.

Before he left, he gave you another quick kiss. “See you later,” he said, unable to stop grinning as he walked away.

You were sitting on a couch in hospitality later on, shortly after a conversation with Christian about your relationship with Max. Did you put all this money in this team because of him? No. Did it begin after you signed the agreement? Yes. Did you love him? Yes. Were you ready to fight his crazy fans if they came for your head? Yes. Once he made sure his driver was safe, he went back to doing his job, leaving you behind to work as well.

Because life didn’t stop while you were here, and this little stunt of yours required a lot of preparation. For one, your most trusted assistant came with you and followed you like a shadow, working closely with the senior communications manager back home who helped organize interviews for you, sent out a previously written statement in answer to inquiries, and checked the articles that had been published so far. Then there was the social media team which worked overtime, sending you reports about what people were saying about what happened after qualifying.

It was well-coordinated. Clean. Efficient. Calculated. You didn’t want a scandal, you wanted to keep the narrative in your hand. This is why you shared a photo of the kiss with the line, “I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?” in the afternoon, and soon people began to post a photo that was taken moments after the kiss with, “He looks up, grinnin' like a devil.” If it was up to you, you wouldn’t have posted a damn thing, but once your little team discussed this weekend’s possible events, they said you should post something sweet, something that had nothing to do with your usual posts that were mostly connected to your job.

Max: I’ve heard worse, trust me 😉

You smiled at your phone when you read his message, and for the first time, you didn’t feel anxious about your decision. In the past years you buried yourself in projects, not taking the time to meet people your age, not dating anyone, and usually spending your free time in the lab, or at a place where Robert dragged you so you would be among people. Something always told you that in return for your company’s success you didn’t deserve to be loved by anyone, and with years of solitude it became a rule instead of simple paranoia. But things were different now, you finally believed that you were allowed to have fun, to find someone who could love you back.

Later in the day, your assistant returned to her hotel, while you waited for Max to show up. You had no idea what the plan was, but it was clear you didn’t have much time together before his sim race began. It didn’t bother you, you were planning to work anyway, and it’s not like you were leaving the next morning. You would have time for each other eventually, stressing about it wouldn’t be good for either of you.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t think it would take this long,” Max said with an apologetic smile when he stopped in front of you and held out his hand to pull you up from the couch.

You took the offer and stood up, not letting go of his hand as the two of you began to walk to his car. It was a comfortable silence between you the whole time, but something told you he had something on his mind that he wanted to talk to you about. Because those gorgeous eyes landed on you every now and then, and later settled on you permanently as you sat in his car. Since you didn’t understand why he hadn’t started the engine yet, you raised an eyebrow and asked, “What is it?”

Max drummed on the steering wheel with his fingers, seemingly deep in his thoughts. Just when you were thinking he wouldn’t tell you anything, he took a deep breath that he slowly exhaled before speaking up. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad you decided to make our relationship official, but… I don’t know, are you sure about this?”

“You changed your mind? What happened, I thought–”

He shook his head and leaned over to pull you into a kiss. “I didn’t change my mind,” he assured you. “I just want to make sure you’re doing this because that’s what you want.”

You didn’t understand what this was all about. “Why else would I do it?”

For a while he hesitated, and then decided to start the car to leave the track instead of answering your question. A part of you wanted to ask him again, but another knew it would be pointless. He would tell you when he was ready, until then the best you could do was focusing on anything other than the dark thoughts forming in your head. You glanced down at your phone and noticed an earlier message from your assistant.

Sara: I bumped into Max in the paddock on the way out and he asked me why I came here with you. I might have accidentally hinted at our little teamwork with HQ. I’m so sorry.

You asked her not to say a word about it. This was a side mission for you all, he was never supposed to find out. Fucking hell. Assuming this is what bothered him, you licked your lips and turned to him. “You met Sara,” you said quietly. Max looked at you briefly then nodded. “And?”

His jaw tightened as he watched the road, knuckles white from the way he gripped the steering wheel. “You came here to make our relationship official, which would have been the sweetest thing you’ve ever done, yet you turned it into some weird, heavily controlled event with proper mission control behind the scenes,” he finally told you, letting out a relieved sigh after pouring it all on you.

“I don’t like it when things get out of control,” you replied quietly.

“Is this whole thing just a PR stunt for you?” You gave him an angry look, upset that he dared to even consider this option. Seeing your reaction, he gulped and went on. “And what if people reacted negatively? Were you planning to break up with me if they didn’t like us together?”

Shaking your head, you looked out of the window, watching the city pass by. “Now you’re just putting a twist on my words.”

“Answer me.”

“Stop the car, please.”

But Max didn’t seem to be planning to do as you asked, because he looked at you with a laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, just answer my question,” he said.

“I don’t know. I have absolutely no idea what I would have done. But so far so good, there’s nothing to worry about.”

Heavy silence filled the car after your words. You felt guilty for saying it, because now that you said it out loud, it sounded terrible. This was a relationship, not some new business you had to be careful with. But this is what you got for not dating anyone, you had absolutely no experience in handling these things. You should have gone with the flow from the beginning instead of keeping everything under strict control.

Your eyes cautiously watched him as he kept driving, his eyes focusing on the road ahead instead of turning to you even for one second. After a gulp, you took a deep breath and prepared to explain yourself. It was damage control at this point, all you could do was hoping for the best. “I don’t spend much time around guys. Or people my age. Or people in general. If that was up to me, I would spend most of my time in the lab. I know it’s not a proper excuse, I just wanted you to know that.”

Max remained silent for the rest of the ride, and he only seemed to pay attention to you again when he parked under the hotel. There he turned off the engine and shifted in the seat to face you. “Look, you need to trust me with this one, okay? Let your employees go home and enjoy the rest of the weekend, while we figure out how to go on on our own. Can you do it?” he asked, a small smile finally showing up on his face.

“But if I end up crying my eyes out after people come at me for dating you, it will be your duty to console me,” you told him quietly.

With a laugh, he reached out to cup your face. “You won’t even remember what they said, I promise.” When you nodded, he leaned over to kiss you, his lips moving slowly in sync with yours. He clearly wanted you to know that he loved you and he wouldn’t go anywhere. “And I’m taking away your phone and laptop after you sent everyone home. No more working while you’re with me,” he added when he pulled away.  

“Okay,” you told him as you covered his hand with yours. “I’ll behave.”

“Good girl. All right, let’s go, I have a race tonight.”

Despite discussing everything in the car and spending as much of the evening tangled under the sheets before the race as you could, there was a dark cloud around Max that he simply couldn’t get rid of. That terrible feeling he had been suffering from for a while was back and didn’t seem to go away anytime soon. His irritation only got worse during the race, which led to some highly emotional exchanges with GP over the radio. Did he regret saying these things? No. Did he think you were disappointed to see him act like this? Maybe.

He couldn’t tell. You kept smiling as you hugged him tightly the moment you had the chance, but there was a look in your eyes he hadn’t seen yet. To be honest, he didn’t even want to know. What would that change? He had a bad day, he was sure you had one of those yourself every once in a while. So for now he just enjoyed your company and turned into some annoyingly clingy boyfriend who couldn’t let go of you.

“I have one little side quest for us,” he told you after the debrief with the team. You were expected to leave the track and go back to the hotel, but he knew this was something you’d be happy to do with him. “Come on, we might be able to catch him before he leaves.” You asked him what this was all about, but he only flashed a mischievous smile at you and shook his head. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.”

So he guided you through the crowd until you reached the Ferrari motorhome, and he pulled out his phone to make a phone call when you stopped. He told the person on the other end of the line that you were there, and in a minute or two, Charles walked out with a big smile on his face. Your fingers around his hand tightened and he could see the excitement on your face when you looked at him, and Max immediately knew that he made the right call by organizing this little present.

“People will talk if you hang out around here,” the Monegasque driver said with a laugh before turning to you. “So you’re the reason why he falls off the face of the Earth every now and then. Nice to know you’re secretly supporting us despite sponsoring and sleeping with the enemy.”

Max rolled his eyes, but for now ignored the comment. On his side, you were surprisingly quiet for a while, but then the words began to flow from your lips and he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it soon. The two of you got along a little too well, talking about a bunch of things as if you were old friends, and sometimes all he wanted to do was dragging you away from Charles. He didn’t like it when your attention was sticking to someone else, someone who wasn’t talking about your line of work. That he could handle. This? Not so much.

To his luck, it was the Ferrari driver who had to leave first, and so the two of you could finally go back to the hotel to wind down after this long day. In his mind, Max already made plans for the two of you for the next few days as he expected you to stick around and spend some time with him. Maybe they should go back home to check on his cats, or go anywhere else you wanted to visit now that you were here in Europe.

But as it turned out, he should have asked you about it sooner, because when he told you about all the things he had in mind, you admitted that you could only make this trip work because you were on your way to Dubai, where you were expected to attend some event with Robert. There were so many things he wanted to say to this, things that had been bothering him since the beginning, but biting his tongue was the best thing to do for now.

Because he always had a bad feeling about your business partner and mentor. He was in his fifties, he was much older than you, yet the way you sometimes looked at each other planted stupid theories in his brain. It was already weird enough that you had keys to each other’s houses, but who knew what you were doing on these business trips or long nights in the office? Max had to admit that he did look good for his age and he was undeniably charismatic, but he kept telling himself that he was just imagining things, that it was only his stupid jealousy making him see things that probably weren’t there.

“Can I have my phone back?” you suddenly asked him with a mysterious smile on your lips, making it almost impossible to resist.

Almost.

The two of you were getting ready to go out for dinner, so he didn’t really feel like giving it back just yet. “You would start working the moment you get your hands on it, so my answer is no,” he replied before placing a kiss on your forehead.

You sneaked your arms around his waist and buried your face into his chest. “I need to check my emails to find someone’s number. I’ll make that call, and then I’m all yours. Please?” you asked as you gave him your best puppy eyes.

With a defeated sigh, Max peeled your hands off himself and went to get the device from his suitcase. When he walked back to you, he gave you a serious look. “You get that number, make one call, then we’re off to the restaurant.”

Nodding, you went out to the balcony to have some privacy, and it took a big effort from him not to go there to eavesdrop. Who the hell were you talking to? If you needed access to your emails to have the number, it probably wasn’t someone you knew well. So he sat on the edge of the bed and scrolled his phone without paying much attention to what he saw there. He was only trying to keep himself busy before he went insane.

Eventually you emerged with a bright smile on your face. “So,” you began as you put your phone on the nightstand next to him, “how about joining me tomorrow? It’ll end on Tuesday, so you’ll have time to travel to the next race.”

“You want me to go with you to that event?”

You shrugged. “Well, your name is on the list now, so if you feel like it, you can join us. It’s up to you, I don’t want to force you to do something you’re not comfortable with,” you told him.

With a laugh, Max took your hands and pulled you into his lap. “It’s okay,” he told you with a gentle smile as he swept a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re lucky I’m starving, because otherwise we wouldn’t leave bed until it’s absolutely necessary.” You giggled as you leaned down to kiss him, your hands buried in his hair while it seemed like you were trying to swallow him whole. “Okay, baby, food first. Let’s go,” he told you when he pulled away. He saw the disappointment in your eyes, but you still nodded and climbed off him.

Maybe having the chance to get a glimpse into this part of your life would be good for your relationship. He wanted to learn more about it, he just always had a feeling you wanted to separate him and your work. But now you were opening up a little, and he appreciated it more than anything. 

[pseudowar-archived]

@lt-ghxst continued from a meme response [ x ]

As far as missions go, Roach considered this to be a pretty dry cut one. His ribs ached and creaked with every breath, and the plate in his armor had caught one too many rounds and was probably needing a replacement but - but it had been a success, mission completed, and Laswell was pleased with the results, happy that they'd gone in and gotten out with minimal damage, and all the needed intel at their fingertips...

The flight back should have been easy. A tired, but successful team bumping each other on the shoulders and exchanging pleasantries but instead -

Ghost's bad mood rolled off of him in waves, and Roach found himself swimming against a rough current to even get close. The Lieutenant's quiet and intimidating, but often welcoming air completely shut down - that rip current Gary always found himself in while getting close turned into a dangerous, off putting one - like the ocean during a rough storm. Rogue waves crashing down on him every time he attempted to catch his gaze, or even a fraction of his attention.

No, the flight back had been horrendous, and on base? Things were worse. The turning in of their weapons at the armory turned into a long, awkward silence that made even the poor sod on duty sweat out of nerves. Soap bumping his shoulder and giving him a friendly, but silent 'good luck' as he trotted off somehow sealing the deal, making the moment worse because - because -

Gary Sanderson was so used to Ghost at his side, playing back and forth into a dynamic that few understood that, without it, in the silence that was the absence of their close friendship, he felt like a child again. Lost in his grandparent's home, waiting for the sound of tires on gravel that would never come.

And, much like a child, Gary doesn't know what to do but to follow Ghost. Ignoring the watchful gaze of their captain as he neglects to turn in the rest of his gear, property of Crown & Country, and instead totters after the bigger man with a concealed frown. Tasting grit on his teeth and tongue, and ignoring the cold stiffness of his fingers as he pulls his goggles up and onto his helmet, as he drags dirt and the thick smell of combat through the base, to the secluded room Ghost had claimed for himself long before Roach had been recruited.

If he's surprised that the door doesn't slam in his face, Roach doesn't show it. Gaze unwavering in its focus on Ghost as he asks what he assumes to be a fatal and stupid question - until that is, the other man's hands begin to move and instinctively, he looks to see what he's doing. Lips parting in a small but profound expression of shock as Ghost signs somewhat aggressively at him. His motions are short, and angry, and to the point - lacking a real explanation to his mood other than emotions that Roach can only squint his eyes at and a reprimand he knew he'd be getting anyway, because he had been reckless - but no more reckless than the rest of the One-Four-One when it came down to it, no more reckless than Ghost was on every fucking mission.

Gary inhales, deep enough that his ribs creak angrily, that he can't help but wincing at the reminder of his own foolhardy behavior. Mildly shaky hands raising, and then hesitating as he searches for the right words, eyes flicking between Ghost's hands, and the other man's too intense gaze as he thinks, and thinks of a proper way to respond. More than a little confused at the other man's aggression, and his sudden use of sign.

'I don't know what you want me to say - I ... was doing what needed to be done. I was doing what you would have done in my shoes. And it worked ... right? We got it done and everyone's okay.'

I'm okay.

[hannukahmatata]

Hello! I'm Esme.

I'm just gonna give you the scoop real quick.

I'm 30+, use she/her exclusively (no they/them, please!) and am white/Jewish. This is my personal/fanart blog! I'll post other stuff, but for the most part, I'm going to focus on art and writing.

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Transformers Animated

Teen Titans

Steven Universe (drawing only)

Batman: The Brave and the Bold

Fallen London (and franchise)

Cube Escape/Rusty Lake

Welcome Home

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Slay the Princess

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Heta.lia

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Lorelei (Luminous)/Doc Ock (AU Raimiverse)

Lorelei (Luminous)/Gentleman Ghost (Batman: The Brave and the Bold)

Lorelei (Luminous)/The Voice of the Hero (Slay the Princess)

Lorelei (Luminous)/Sans (Undertale)

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Naomi Sato/Sportacus (Lazytown)

Naomi Sato/Wally Darling (Welcome Home)

Tyra Welter/Prowl (Transformers Animated)

Tyra Welter/Wheatley (Portal 2)

Una Tav/Shadowheart (BG3)

... and the list will most certainly get longer.

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Interesting Encounters

Corpse Husband *& Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Paranoia and Fear of Invasion of Privacy

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse has an interesting run-in with his regular delivery girl, having the chance to talk to her for the first time despite her having been delivering to his door for months. It’s a big step in overcoming his anxiety and paranoia when talking to strangers.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! Hope you come across the final product of your request and give it a read and if so I hope you like it! Sorry for the wait, I hope it was worth it though! Love, Vy ❤

It’s a regular Monday morning, close to 10AM and Corpse’s face is practically glued to the sound editing app he’s downloaded, playing around with some cool effects to add to his voice in the background of the new song he’s been working on. He hasn’t been able to sleep a wink thanks to the immense excitement, not that he would’ve been able to regardless, but the tune and the lines have been stuck in his head all throughout the weekend and he knows they’ll be bothering him until he turns them into something other people will be able to listen and give an opinion on as well. So far he’s done plenty of work but there’s plenty more to go until it’s done. He’s at that point he usually needs feedback and wants to ask for it but would rather not to avoid either too harsh judgement or fake praise.

He slides the headset off, deciding to take a break for the sake of his sanity before he drives himself to insanity with the intensity of his focus on this new piece. His brain just so conveniently sends him a reminder that his groceries are probably waiting for him outside the door. He has, as of the last half a year or so, had someone deliver his groceries to him to avoid trips to the grocery store with both the whole pandemic situation and the growth of following which translates to growth of the risk of him getting recognized. That’s the main reason - and maybe the only one - as to why he doesn’t interact with the people who deliver to him either. He always gives his delivery person the instruction to leave whatever he’s ordered at the doorstep and if it’s not takeout to not even ring the doorbell. 

That being said, the deliverer of his groceries doesn’t ring the doorbell to give him the kind reminder to be responsible, but luckily he hasn’t forgotten to collect them yet in the six months he’s been practicing this delivery technique.

Going to the front door and looking out of the peephole, he confirms there are several full plastic bags waiting to be picked up on the mat. With the person who brought them not in sight, Corpse unlocks the door and steps out to bring in the groceries for the week. Taking them to the kitchen, he unpacks the goods in the three bags. At first glance he would’ve been fooled, seeing as how it seems that all he has ordered is there. But, each Monday, he receives exactly four bags of groceries. One is missing. He rolls his eyes thinking he didn’t see it outside and left it there while he was hurriedly collecting the rest so he gets up to go grab it real quick.

While in the meantime...

Y/N looks through the remainder of bags in her minivan, making a route in her head for what roads and shortcuts she can take to deliver the last of the groceries to the respective homes they need to be taken to. Upon looking through them, however, she sees a bag labeled ‘MM’ that she uses short for ‘Mystery Man’, aka the guy who never opens the door to greet her whenever she delivers him anything. She works for several delivery services such as takeout, groceries, clothes even and has delivered to that apartment hundreds of times but has never met the resident, giving her the right to call him Mystery Man, aka ‘MM’.

“Ah, shit.“ She mumbles under her breath, realizing she failed to grab the fourth bag when on her way up to MM’s apartment.

Coming to terms with the fact that she’ll have to lose another five minutes going back up to his floor, she grabs the bag and takes off running back inside the building and up the stairs, deciding it would be quicker than taking the elevator.

Just as she arrives to the floor, heading straight for the door, it opens, freezing her in her tracks as her eyebrows shoot up.  At the doorstep stands a guy with an eye patch who looks more surprised and maybe even a little terrified than her. Taking in that Mystery Man is not such a mystery anymore, she returns to her professionalism, remaining at a distance and outstretching the hand holding the bag towards him.

“Sorry, forgot to drop this one off as well, I’m a bit all over the place today.“ She says in her most professional voice.

Corpse too regains his composure and takes the handed bag from Y/N gloved hand. Before he can think twice about it he says, “Thanks, uh...”

“Y/N.“ She says, “I’ve delivered to you countless times, it’s funny you don’t know my name but it’s to be expected since I’ve never seen you. This would be a good time to tell me your name so I don’t have to call you Mystery Man anymore.“ She laughs, cutting her own laughter off barely a second later when she realizes what she’s said, “Oh, fucking shit...”

Corpse chuckles, clear amusement in the sound, “Mystery Man? Interesting, interesting. If I ever become a superhero I’ll make sure to pick that name.” He fails to even pay mind to the fact that he’s spoken a lot more than he’d usually feel comfortable with.

Y/N laughs a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck, “Yeah, sorry about that. I promise to come up with a better one if you’re not willing to tell me your real one. Like....Pirate, for example?” she suggests, raising her shoulders.

He can’t help but let out a laugh, “You’d be surprised, but my name is not so far from your mark. It’s, um....” He’s not looking forward to the judgmental look or the questions he might receive in response to his statement but he succumbs to the expected disappointment, “My name’s Corpse.”

Surprisingly, she just smiles - a smile he cannot see due to the surgical mask she’s wearing but the crinkle at the corners of her eyes gives it away. “Cool! Well, I better get going then.”

Just as she turns to head for the elevator this time, seeing as she’s still out of breath from the run up the stairs, Corpse gets an idea he’d probably not be too fond of if he gave himself time to think it over. Which is exactly why he didn’t.

“Hey!“ He calls after her, gaining her attention immediately, causing her to turn around, “You got a minute? I need a little help with something...“

Y/N’s eyebrows raise a little, a moment before she shrugs her shoulders, “Meh, I’m already behind schedule, what’s an extra minute gonna do?” And just like that, they strut their way back towards his apartment.

He can’t help but chuckle, taking the opportunity to crack a joke, “This is how people often get killed. You don’t just walk into a stranger’s apartment like that.”

She scoffs as she passes the threshold, “Believe it or not, you can learn a lot about a person based on the groceries they buy. And trust me buddy, you’re not a murderer.” Earning herself a laugh and a nod with that remark, she continues, “You do appear to be an artist with all the cheap food you’re buying though.”

Corpse laughs yet again, a hint of nervousness is sensed in his laugh this time around though, “Yeah, well, I don’t know if you’re still gonna call me an artist when you hear this song I’ve been working on. Not even out of the box yet.”

Y/N stops in her tracks, “Well, well, well, aren’t I honored to be one of the lucky people hearing this before its release.”

“The first hearing it before its release.“ He corrects her with a pointed look, not missing the excitement that arose in her eyes.

“Let’s hear it then!“

Of all the friendship stories that exist, no one can say this ain’t a unique one.

@maat-the-prescriptive  @simonsbluee  @save-the-sky  @itsminniekat  @hacker-ghost  @bi-andready-tocry  @imtiredaffff  @jazzkaurtheglorious  @hereforbeebo  @fandomgirl17  @chrysanthykios  @maehemscorpyus  @loraleiix  @letsloveimagines  @annshit  @i-cant-choose-a-username-help  @enigmaticmaze  @divine-artemis  @waterlilypat  @idontknowwhatthisisfam  @evi-ka  @classyandfabulous00  @redperson58  @lilysdaydreams @solowheein  @mythicalamphitrite  @axen-gers  @luckygirl144  @nj01  @buddyemily   @the-albino-lioness  @stardream14  @gdhdkfnn  @nomadicgypsyy  @preciousskye  @fluffysuicideunicornsworld  @o-kaelin  @manacharlotte  @awkward-youtube-trash  @lolalee24  @bonky-beerns  @meme-lord-and-savior-sebastian  @strawbrinkofdeath  @teenloves  @tams0527  @browneyespinkhair  @starstruckllamapuppy  @daisychains012  @y0ulooked  @tinytacosuitcaseflap @supernatural-is-my-only-life  @jula-pauline  @melodykitty  @just-that-bi-girl  @crazybutconfidentaf  @lowellshade @alphakees  @bellero  @weallneednamjesus  @starryhanji  @boiled-onionrings  @husherstan  @fockingwhore  @melaningoddessthings  @prettypastelpetals  @haleypearce  @godwhyamiawkward  @y-napotat  @daisychainyoonmin  @little-miss-rebel3  @free-wheelin-bi-sexual  @redmoon261 @darkacademic2  @wiseflamingoqueen  @into-the-end  @namikhai-i  @nastiablr  @thelittleplantlover  @mirktuan  @dont-hyuck @jjk-bunny  @vintagegothlover  @easygoingtheatre  @itsrandombooklover  @miiaivi  @emmybaybee  @befourgolden  @jjk-is-my-shit  @eternalteaaars  @spacebadgerx  @princesslunalight  @acequinn14  @samm48  @misselsbells06 @simp-lykawa  @fo-love  @marishimomura-blog  @therealglenncoco  @cinnamonbun332  @killtherandomness  @sanshinexxxsan  @fee-btheweeb  @press-lay  @cathleenpotgieter16  @jazzydoesstuff  @moonlxghtbay  @forestrain2000  @hyunjinhugs  @blood-of-fandoms  @lovellylies  @ukiyolixx  @simpforhpcharacters  @chrisdylan17  @parkerjisung  @pedernille  @theodonyous  @wineandionysus  @malfoystilinskii05  @morbid-x  @coryisagee  @jessewa26  @scoobydooluver97 @mindintheskies365  @raeanneinwonderland  @indecisive-empanada  @gluttonypalace  @loriane2503  @btsiguess-kpop  @khaoticbunny  @lucidlycactus  @smiithys  @rottenroyalebooks  @kpopgirlbtssvt  @fangirl-tc27  @fr0z3n-1  @notmesimpingfortechno  @shotarosleftpinky  @kunoi-chan  @idk-whats-wrong-with-me  @yikeroonie  @goldenstarofthunderclan  @poetry-and-tea  @ama-do-writing-stuff  @wishbonewolf  @emeraldxhope  @t0xick1tty  @kusuinko  @speakyourselfloveyourself  @sophia902103  @lo-manburg  @classsykittykat  @dmgama  @depressedpuppythatneedscoffee  @btsiguess-kpop  @akaashi-baby  @gun-jong-simp  @geschichtenfee  @yerapotato-wp  @browneyedgirl365  @thysagclub  @sparklycloudnight  @helloatomicshadow  @queentorresstuff @vtte @val-gal  @lucy-bunny17  @aaliyahh0  @katluckybear  @boyleanti  @straybids  @franchesca-791  @cosmicstorm19  @averyisbackinthetrashcan  @aomi-nabi  @xlanawriter  @allensimpsforcorpse  @sunnyrae-cessh  @ladykxxx08  @meowiemari  @renupf  @booklover76  @sra-verissimo  @beatrhizn  @blueberrystigma  @beatrhizn  @chicken-taco-burrito  @scorpios-echos

[scp-10000]

This is a list of which Hermit is what Zodiac sign based off a post from a Hermitcraft facts blog, and some information from the fine folk at the Hermitcraft Subreddit Discord.  

Now I’m sure we’ve all seen Zodiac memes, memes about what each sign would do in what situation.  They are mostly made up, as with all things astrology, but they can still be fun to read sometimes.  Let’s have a look at some and see how they apply to Hermitcraft Members.  Note before we go in, this is just my personal opinion.  If yall think different, don’t be afraid to say so.

Right off the bat we’re starting with one that looks like the rough outline of a fanfic.

Aries- I could go either way with Tango and Stress being the first to die, but at the same time that feels way to mean.

Taurus- Okay, I can definitely see Cleo and Keralis leaving the server for like a couple days and finding out basically everyone died.

Gemini- Gem, False, and Pearl stealing the server’s briancell to find out who’s killing everyone sounds about right.  Though the killer would now have to find a way to kill False, The Queen of Hearts, Heads, and Body Parts.

Cancer- While I can’t see TFC trying to call out and get a response from a murderer, I can see one of the other three(Probably Joe) calling out the killer as a joke, and then the other two joining in to antagonize them like Phasmophobia players trying to piss off the ghost...and then all getting killed for it.

Leo- Grian and Etho I can see trying to fight a killer.  Cub and Scar might say they could, but they’d probably not get as far as the other two.

Virgo- Beef would probably try to give a dramatic speech before giving himself up to try and save the others, but this is a murderer and not Perry the Platypus, so they ain’t gonna sit patiently and wait for Beef to finnish.

Libra- I can definitely see X telling Bdubs and Ren to stay calm only for them to freak out.  It could probably also work for him telling all the living Hermits this too, with the same results.

Scorpio- Oh yeah, Wels is definitely running out that door.

Sagittarius- It’d probably take a lot of convincing or mind control to get Mumbo and Zed to just turn on their friends and help someone kill them, or not a lot at all.

Capricorn- Same reason as above.

Aquarius- I think I can go either way with xB being the one who makes it to the end.

Pisces- Impy will scream or get scared, but not at literally everything.

Next up is one based off weather they’re clean or dirty minded.  Quick reminder a fair few Hermits have made some innuendos.

Aries- Tango does have his moments.  Stress I’m not 100% sure on either way.

Taurus- You come onto my post and disrespect Papa K and Cleo like this!

Gemini- I can see False and Pearl being a bit dirty minded.  Gem, no.

Cancer- I can see TFC being clean, and Hypno and Joe toeing the line.  Doc, after the compensation joke in season 6, no, that mofo is dirty minded.

Leo- Etho and Grian I can see going either way.  Cub and Scar I see as being clean minded but accidentally making innuendos.

Virgo- Beef can go either way.

Libra- Again, you disrespect Ren by saying he is not a top tier innuendo generator.  X and Bdubs can go either way.

Scorpio- Wels could probably go either way, but be very good at hiding it if he was dirty minded.

Sagittarius-  Nope, those two made too many innuendos for me to think either of them are clean minded.  

Capricorn-  Nope, Jevin and Iskall aren’t clean bois.

Aquarius- I can see xB going either way.

Pisces- That one’s accurate.

Is actually Bill Nye- I can see them all being good, smart lab partners.

Wait what?- You dare tell me Cubfan135 with his Astrophysics Degree wouldn’t have a fucking clue what’s going on in a science class?  Those are fighting words.

I just want a good grade- Doc and Cleo are both capable of getting more than just a good grade.

“Accidentally” blows up the school- Unfortunately, this is the most accurate one based off Mumbo and Zed.  I can imagine them both being the kid in the meme below.

In short, Zodiacs aren’t accurate, but they’re funny.

[phantomrose96]

I apologize if this is an odd question but I'm curious. How did you get into Danny Phantom as a fandom? And what kept you around?

I didn't get into the Danny Phantom fandom. Danny Phantom got me into fandom.

Danny Phantom was my favorite show growing up, and I would still revisit it every couple years even as a teen. I liked playing around with what-ifs for the show in my head, just without knowing other people were doing that too.

When I was like 14, I knew the concept of fanfiction existed, but all of my exposure to it had been "it's all terrible Mary Sues and Self-Inserts." This was before fanfiction.net let you sort by anything beside most-recently-updated.

Then somehow (linked through something?) I found Lab Rat. and my angsty little 14 year old eyes were opened. There was GOOD fanfiction and it came with a metric fuckton of angst? (The very first piece of fanfiction I tried to write was a Lab Rat sequel, it just never really worked). This also led me to discover Cordria and I was hooked.

On a whim, 14-year-old me decided to throw my hat in the ring, and I wrote a gracelessly angsty 80,000 word DP fic based on a Cordria one-shot. It wasn't originally going to be 80,000 words. It was just a chapter or two I'd banged out as a Word doc sitting on my computer that I decided to post, and I was so starry-eyed seeing a handful of people engage with it that I kept going.

Then I kinda chilled for a year or two. In the meantime Phantom of Truth started publishing, which just reinvented all of my standards for everything fanfiction. That fic was extremely formative for the kind of angst writing I like to do.

When I was 16-ish (around 2013), I got back into another of my "rewatch Danny Phantom every couple of years" cycles. This time a friend had recently been trying to get me to join tumblr (not for fandom, just for tumblr), so I had the idea of checking if there was any kind of DP fandom on tumblr. Lo and behold it WAS and it was extremely active.

@kikaiz (ectolime at the time) was spear-heading a lot of the content. For a few weeks I was just silently scrolling the tag and her blog, until I had something I wanted to say about Ghost Speak so I made a blog to chime in.

It was just a really excellent fandom environment to jump into? Tons of fresh ideas being worked through, and always super collaboratively. Someone would coin something, and then a bunch of artists and writers would jump in to contribute. I hadn't written anything in a while, but decided to dust that off and join back in, which was a great time since there was so much interaction and back-and-forth (and a lot of yelling when angst was involved). Ghost Speak. Ghost Hunger. Lancer angst. Bloodblossom headcanons. Dannyversary prompts. Phanniemay. Everything was super interactive and super collaborative and a lot of fun.

It's actually kind of surprising how... uniquely good it is for that kind of engaged fandom experience? Many other fandoms I've dabbled in have been much more stand-offish, or isolated, or focused too much on canon or too much on shipping, or have only a handful of people producing all the popular content that everyone else silently consumed, (or one side of the fandom gets mad at the other side and tries to rip them apart by the throat not that thats ever happened to me nope. three year hiatus whom?).

I kinda come and go in the Phandom, and I think the Phandom itself waxes and wanes through periods of activity, but the fact that it's still going strong is amazing, and in a pretty similar spirit just with different darlings now (Wes, focus on the Casper High kids, Wes, cool redesigns, Wes). I definitely fell out for a period of time when things got super meme-y since that's not really my style, but I'm basically a cat, just leave the door unlocked and I'll wander in and out at my leisure. There's just such a hard-hitting passionate creativity that Phandom people throw into their content and like, nearly every day I see something new cross my dash that just slaps me across the face.

Also a ton of my closest, long-time friends are people I met through the Danny Phantom fandom way back in the day. As I'm typing this I'm watching Discord notifications pop up from the author of Lab Rat talking about her fish tank, all very full circle!

[wangxianficrecs]

Follower Recs

Stories I haven’t read yet, but clearly need to put on my ever-expanding List.

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Welcome back queen [Thank you, it’s so lovely to be back!] if ur still doing follower recs I gotta recommend I would wait for a thousand years by bleuett it’s soooooooo good

[This one was actually recced to me by two different people, the other of whom said, “ Maybe I'm crying a little so I feel like a should recommend ‘I would wait for a thousand years’ by bleuett on ao3.”]... it’s def. on my List!

I would wait for a thousand years

by bleuett (T, 10k, wangxian)

Summary:  During the worst of winter, a traveler comes to stay at Lan Wangji's inn. He wears a red ribbon in his hair.

“Do you see the rabbit?” Wei Ying asks and points at the moon. “That’s the moon rabbit, he helps make Chang’e more immortality elixir. He keeps Chang’e company.”

“I do not wish the rabbit for company,” Lan Wangji says tightly. “You are the one I want by my side.”

“And I’m here, Lan Zhan. If you go to the moon, I’ll follow you, I’ll always be here now.”

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I just read a great fic by aisthuu "every love story is a ghost story", didn't see it in your recs so wanted to recommend it! LWJ is a guqin composer and teacher, buys a cheap guqin off eBay which ends up being attached to WWX's spirit from canon era. It's bittersweet, LWJ deals with Lan's homophobia (implicit in a Lan way) and his feelings towards the ghost. This is author's only ao3 fic and honestly I don't remember how I stumbled upon it, but I'm happy I did and hope you will enjoy it too!  [I’ve recently read this one, and loved it!]

every love story is a ghost story

by aisthuu (M, 59k, wangxian, my bookmark)

Summary:  The man is in Lan Zhan’s bed. Did they—he begins to wonder, eyes trailing to where the man’s body lies under the blanket. Had Lan Zhan—?

Then the sleep-fog clears and Lan Zhan realizes that the young man isn’t quite opaque around the edges.

“You’re a spirit.”

The spirit narrows its eyes. “I’m so much more than that.”

(Lan Zhan buys a guqin off eBay for a suspiciously low price, only to find that it’s haunted. And now there’s a ghost in his bed.)

~*~

Ok so I absolutely have to rec "see you yesterday" by glyphic. It's a wip, but it's currently at 101k so there's a whole lot there, and it's terrible and wonderful and beautiful all at once. The way the backstory of canon events is adapted to the modern-with-cultivation setting is brilliant, and then there's the amnesia, and then there's the time loop. This fic lives permanently rent-free in my brain.

see you yesterday

by glyphic (M, 101k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  

Wei Ying 21:09 hey lan zhan what’s the weirdest way youve died

Lan Zhan 21:11 Falling encyclopedias.

Wei Ying 21:12 omg no way that’s so rude turning books against you???

Lan Zhan 21:13 A betrayal I will never forget.

On Halloween night, an exiled demonic cultivator and a Lan disciple get stuck in a time-loop, find each other, and try to figure it all out.

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If you are looking for recs for yourself I absolutely love (the complete!) story Just as the Snow Melts by draechali on AO3. It's a canon divergence where everyone lives, even WWX! ~ @airmidcelt

Just as the Snow Melts

by draechaeli (T, 67k, wangxian)

Summary:  Like a snowy mountain top in spring the residents of the Burial Mounds trickled down the mountain and joined the flow of society.

“I went to the Burial Mounds,” Lan WangJi said.

“Ah, yeah… I’m sorry Lan Zhan,” replied Wei WuXian, “I hadn’t thought anyone would come to visit. I am still not sure how it happened; I brought A-Yuan to Yiling to play by the river and then ended up somehow teaching a bunch of children swimming and writing along with him.”

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Hello! It's come to my attention that you have not as yet read Grandmaster of Meme-onic Cultivation! Please do! It's the only thing that gave me joy during 2020 😆 like proper belly laughs and disney villain style cackling. It is a wip, and it is long but so so worth it!! The author has reworked the entire canon through these message crystals and still conveys complex characters despite the tricky format. It's just so good!! Highly highly recommend it! ❤ ~ @theladypeartree  [Oh!  I’ve been subscribed to this one, and know that @swaglexander-the-great is a reliable provider of Hilarity, so I’m excited for it to be finished!]

Grandmaster of Meme-onic Cultivation 

by Hades_the_Blingking (T, 49k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:  The Untamed universe is exactly the same, except everybody has magical crystals that have a suspiciously familiar messaging system. The story is pretty much the same as the show, except everyone lives!! (so minor changes).

or in which Wei WuXian tries his darndest to date Lan Zhan, Jiang Cheng possibly has a aneurysm, Jin ZiXuan is still the most awkward human alive, and Xue Yang makes me write some VERY cursed things. Written in chatfic format! :3

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Chomrafy on AO3 deserves love and encouragement; she’s written a body of compact, poetic, and eloquent shortfics each of which can stand alone, but that comprise an intricately cross-referential and mostly internally-consistent universe. They’re grouped as chapters in works according to theme; for example, “in cupped hands” focuses upon Jin Ling and his second-generation baggage; “Departure in Autumn” portrays the last years of WWX’s first life. Follow the tag “Chomrafy’s MDZS shortfics.” [I don’t see this tag?]

in cupped hands

by chomrafy (G, 2k, wangxian)

Summary:  Of secrets, of futures, of love. A Jin Ling-centric collection of 200-word fics.

Ch.1: Jin Ling repays a debt (JL, JC, & WWX). Ch.2: Jin Ling and a ghost in the mirror. (JL & JYL) Ch.3: A matter of friends (JL & the other kids) Ch.4: In this house we don't keep dogs (JC & WWX) Ch.5: In the end, he remains silent (JL & uncles) Ch.6: A first night hunt, of sorts (JL & the other kids) Ch.7: Jin Ling, forgiving, forgetting (JL & LXC & JGY) Ch.8: Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling argue (JL, JC, & WWX) Ch.9: Jin Ling and his father (JL & JC) Ch.10: Jin Ling speaks up (JL, JC, & WWX) Ch.11: Jin Ling and a piece of home (JL, JC, & WWX)

Departure in Autumn

by chomrafy (not rated, 6k)

Summary:  Four perspectives. A steady march to the end.

Ch.1: Because if anything happens to them, Wen Qing would never be able to heal with these hands again. Ch.2: As long as this is still home, Jiang Yanli will wait as long as she needs to. Ch.3: Five times Jiang Cheng reaches for Wei Wuxian, one time he turns away. Ch.4: Whether the road is broad or narrow, bright or dark, they would have to keep walking. Wei Wuxian digs Wen Qing's grave.

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Hello, hope all is going well. I don't have an ask, by I do have a recommendation. I read this fic a while ago and found it again. I just wanted to recommend this for everyone. Let me know what you think please. Thank you. [Oh!  This one’s in my To Read list, but  I’d forgotten about it.  Mmmm, fox!wwx and dragon!lwj.]

Ten miles of Lotus Flowers

by Yukirin_Snow

M, 274k, wangxian

Summary:  He was a mischievous fox spirit, wreaking havoc where he went, about to depart on a journey that would span centuries.

He was a heavenly prince, a proud dragon destined to ascend the throne to become emperor.

Neither expected their paths to collide over the span of three lives.

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I forgot if it was your blog 😥 that recommended “Bestseller” (when Wei Wuxian writes the Xianxia cut-sleeve equivalent of Fifty Shades of Grey, based entirely on his experiences with Lan Wangji, he doesn’t expect it to become the next big hit) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21528316/chapters/51318766)

But OMG IT WAS HILARIOUS!!! I LOVED IT!! And if it wasn’t your blog, I’m so sorry for how weird this sounds 😭😭😭😭 I just loved this fic so much that I have to tell it to someone 😢 [It’s on my List, but I haven’t read it yet!]

Bestseller

by pupeez4eva

M, 8k, wangxian

Summary:  He had written the book to prove a point. It was never supposed to be a big thing, and he certainly never intended for everyone — Jiang Cheng, Zewu-Jun, the Juniors, literally everyone— to be reading about his sex life.

Oh God, he definitely needed to make sure Lan Zhan didn’t find out about this.

(Or, when Wei Wuxian writes the Xianxia cut-sleeve equivalent of Fifty Shades of Grey, based entirely on his experiences with Lan Wangji, he doesn’t expect it to become the next big hit).

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I’d like to rec On Your Marks, Get Set, Bake! by @blackwiresgrowonherhead

It’s one of my absolute favorites and I laughed out loud so many times when reading it

on your marks, get set, bake!

by BlackWiresOnHerHead

G, 41k, wei wuxian & juniors

Summary:  Jin Ling resumes thumping on the door to room 721, and the small collection of freshmen starts chanting “Senior Wei! Senior Wei! Senior Wei!” with increasing volume until finally Wei Wuxian opens the door.

“Yes?” he says with his widest, most innocent eyes.

“Senior Wei!” demands Lan Jingyi, shoving himself to the front of the group. “Why didn’t you tell us you’re a contestant on this year’s season of The Great Gusu Bake Off?!?”

--

Several months ago, college student Wei Wuxian secretly competed in the most popular reality show in the country. The show starts airing in the fall. The freshmen in his dorm collectively lose their minds.

~*~

If you're in the mood for v. short ridiculous fun fic, may I suggest My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio by x_los It's 2k modern cultivators AU, featuring WWX calling LWJ's sword Bitchin' [omg I’m laughing so hard] and I think it's more fun going in blind?

My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio

by x_los

T, 2k, wangxian

Summary:  Lan Wangji finds he doesn't even need to call for help for Wei Wuxian to come running.

[tedturneriscrazy]

Here's Eclipse Lake, an episode that has been highly anticipated! Will it top Knock, Knock, Knockin' On Hooty's Door?

I'll skip the pretense: No. It won't.

You'll see under the cut.

Hmm, that list of ingredients for the Grimwalker...I'll let other people theorize about this (like @sepublic ), but it sure looks like a thing

Guess the mysterious green goo won't cut it, huh?

Belos face reveal already?! Huh, didn't expect it so soon.

Oh, no, he's hot! (And I'm mad about it)

Still an ass, though

Now we know why Hunter was wearing a different outfit (because people fixated on that for some reason)

Amity with the clipboard gives me strong Dipper vibes

GHOST! My beloved!

I need a moment because CAT!

(Also, someone pointed out earlier that Ghost was based on Dana's cat, and that's super obvious in hindsight)

Raine?! Oh, wait, you mean rain. Sigh.

Eda gets training tips from DBZ confirmed

(Also Amity's face when reacting to Eda's explanation is priceless)

Oh God Eda's a weeb I need another moment

Damn, Amity just straight up calling Eda old

Oh, loopy Luz

(The abomination holding the tissue box is adorable for many reasons)

Yeah, don't want Luz to eat the McGuffin

I have several questions about those Tamagotchis that I'll refrain from listing here

Amity your Odalia is showing

Girlfriend counter: 1

(Yes I am introducing a counting gag, deal with it)

Was wondering if they were ever gonna reference the dissection incident. We've come a long way, baby!

Oh, so that's what everyone was looking at

Luz honey your enthusiasm is admirable but no

Luz burrito is quite cute, though

Girlfriend counter: 2

(Damn, still wild to think that that's the case)

Just occurred to me that "Boots" is probably shortened from "Bossyboots" from earlier

Guess the Luz hiss compilation needs to be updated again

Those tunnels ain't the only thing around here that's unstable, amirite?

Oops, guess Kiki was justified, after all

Maybe don't talk so loudly about your plans, dude

That is her son, get it right!

Serves you right for having that stupid strand of hair sticking out like that

Is this just the episode where everyone dunks on White Boy? Because I can totally get behind that.

Already mentioned this, but I am loving the parallels between Katara and Amity with that bottle of abomination goo. Insert obligatory "Two Nickels" meme here about Mae Whitman.

We really are just dunking on the white boy and I am living for it

Hooty had to get it from somewhere, I suppose

Nothing says mother-son bonding like shooting things at each other (see also: Separate Tides)

I'm sure the magic bouncing off the veins won't come into play later at all

Oh well, at least the echolocation looked cool

At this point Amity would kill Hunter for a Klondike bar

Wait why does Hooty need a chair

Willow with the galaxy brain ideas

"A bad but sad boy" Luz is a genius at succinctly summing people up

Kikimora continues to be unhinged. Ironically she's not wrong about Hunter.

Motherfucker stop acting like you know what that says

(Also, projecting much?)

Girlfriend counter: 3

Friendly reminder that Hunter is still an antagonist

Uh oh

UH OH

I know someone mentioned Willow having the brain cell, but honestly it seemed like Luz had it this whole time. And that's not good.

WHY IS FOOL'S BLOOD EVEN A THING

Aaaaand cue the getting screwed over

Further reminder that he's still an antagonist (Apparently there's a vocal segment who's Really Mad at him that seem to forget this fact)

You unhand Ghost right now!! And Amity too, I guess.

(I kid, she's literally my second favorite character)

For what she did to Raine it warms my heart to know Kiki has had zero peace of mind

Wait, the Abomatons are Transformers?! Okay, that's kind of awesome, actually. Alador might be a shit dad but he is a brilliant inventor.

Chucking kids off cliffs is a surpisingly common pastime in the Boiling Isles

Owlbert no!

Eda did spend literal decades fighting the Owl Beast within, so I guess she can't be blamed for not thinking to talk to it

Also hurry up guys I'm very concerned about Owlbert

Fuck yeah Harpy Milf!

Yay Ghost returns!

She's glad they're okay (I didn't need to take this, I just thought it was cute. Also this is surprisingly high quality considering I just took a photo of my TV screen)

Oh, so they do have video games in the Demon Realm. That or Luz introduced them.

Trailer shot!

Oh dear, we about to have a fight over the key

Wow, being so high ranking under Belos is really bad for mental health

Jesus Christ Belos what have you been putting in this poor kid's head?

Leave it to King to give radical recontextualizations

Amity, I'm glad you remembered/realized this about Luz, please don't let the sad white boy play you like that again

Also, I appreciate the gesture you're making, and it's a wonderful summary of your character development, but goddamnit he's gonna go for that key because he's STILL AN ANTAGONIST

"Being nice usually works for Luz!" A) Not always, and B) Amity I love you but Luz you are not. A valiant attempt nonetheless.

Ooh, cool fight scene!

Always lovely to see such superb animation

I was privately griping about not seeing Amity use magic for so long, and now I am fed

Don't think I didn't hear the glass breaking

Appreciate your ass from a hole in the ground, Golden Boy!

(jk I don't actually feel that strongly about him still. That kind of threat still isn't cool, though)

Oh so that's why it's the Common Mold!

It's kinda cute, actually. Or maybe it's just because it's Luz.

TIL Hooty is heat resistant

Apparently Owl Beast just wanted a snack

Girlfriend counter: 4

Also love how calling Amity her awesome girlfriend is literally the first thing Luz says to her upon returning.

Yesssss return the hug! You deserve it!

(I know there are higher quality versions of this screenshot, I just didn't feel like looking around)

King demands huggies, too! (And gets 'em)

Reminder that Amity is smart as hell. I knew that glass breaking indicated something!

So once again I've been had. I let the fandom trick me into thinking this episode would be way more intense. Guess that one screenshot was from the next episode.

Overall this was...fine. Some nice Lumity moments, Harpy Eda strutting her stuff, that gorgeously animated fight sequence; those were all lovely.

I do wish Willow and Gus had a bit more to do. And I'm still rather unenthusiastic about Hunter, to be honest. I've seen his type several times before, and the path they have for him is rather obvious. I may never share the fandom's love for him, and I guess I'll have to deal with that.

Anybody who says this was better than KKKOHD is a damn fool.

Mid season finale next week! I think Yesterday's Lie will finally bring the pain!

[simplydm]

I’m still awake tonight

Have another fic

It had been quite a while since Sam had stayed at the house for more then a few hours. But Bad and Ant were guarding the prison, and they had all but forced him to go back to his base.

“You need to sleep in a real bed!” Bad had insisted, eyes flicking to the pile of blankets on the floor in Sam’s office. “Take the night off- we’ll call you if anything happens.”

So Sam was here, in his house that kind of smelled musty. He let Fran out and, blatantly ignoring the mess of chests and dirt in the main halls, made his way to his bedroom. He collapsed backwards on top of the sheets, letting out a long sigh. His eyes met Ponk’s eyes on the ceiling and then he closed them.

“What the fuck?” Sam’s eyes flew back open, and after a moments panic, let out an exasperated sigh. He stood up reluctantly and pulled down the picture of Ponk’s face from the ceiling. A classic Ponk prank- putting pictures anywhere and everywhere to get a laugh. Well, it sure had gotten Sam. Sam clicked his tongue and put the picture on the bedside table, face-down. He lay back down, Fran coming to lay beside him.

“How long was that up there?” He asked Fran. “Hell, how long has it been since I stayed the night here?” He racked his brain, but nothing came of it. He had been in and out of the house for resources, but actually staying here? Probably before he and Ponk-

Sam shook his head as if to fling the thoughts from his head. Push it away, he firmly told himself. He lay there for a moment, definitely not thinking about the pretty boy who smelled like lemons. Almost without thinking, he grabbed the picture again and held it above him. It was some meme picture of Ponk, taken a long time ago, Sam realized with a jolt, as he saw Ponk’s left arm in frame, unblemished and still attached to his body. He looked so happy. So beautiful. Not that he didn’t look beautiful now…

“Damn it.” Sam groaned, flinging his arm over his eyes. Ponk was a criminal, a direct threat to the prison. He always annoyed Sam and tried to get under his skin. “Ponk.” He whispered his name like Ponk could hear him. But there was just silence, and Fran shifting slightly.

Sam lay there for a long time, arm pressed against his closed eyes. He ran a thumb carefully over the edge of the picture, trying to tell himself that this was a bad idea.

He eventually reached for his communicator and dialed, holding it to his ear. His heart thrummed, and an ache in his stomach was telling him exactly how stupid he was being right now.

“Hello?”

Ponk’s voice was groggy and slurred.

“Did I wake you?” Sam asked, unconsciously slipping into the deep, flirty voice he did especially for Ponk.

There was a moment of silence. “…Yes.” Ponk finally answered in a guarded tone.

“I’m sorry.” Sam considered hanging up right then and there, but he couldn’t bring himself to bring the communicator away from his ear. Even Ponk’s damn breathing was addictive.

“What do you want, Sam?” Ponk asked. His voice was clipped, dull.

“Do you wanna come over?” Sam knew how pathetic he sounded. The sleaziest of pickup lines, on a man who hated him. That’s alright, Sam countered, I hate myself anyway.

Ponk was silent again. Sam pressed the communicator even further against his ear, almost wishing he could fly through the phone lines and right into Ponk’s room.

There was a sudden click, and the dull beeping of a call broken up. Sam pulled his communicator away from his face.

“Fuck.”

He put the communicator down and lay his arm over his face again. So much for that. Probably for the best, though. Sam’s thoughts tended to get a bit confusing around Ponk. It was a lot easier when he wasn’t around.

A beeping interrupted Sam’s hazy thoughts. Sam looked at the screen over on the desk- a security alarm was going off. Someone was near the house. Sam got up and tried to access the cameras, but they were all out of service. Oh, right, someone had stolen them months ago.

He grabbed a trident leaning against the wall and stalked out to the front door. He knew he looked a mess, with his dog-patterned pajama pants and no shirt, but the trident should help his image.

The door suddenly ground into life, sinking down into the floor. And there stood Ponk on the other side, glaring up at Sam.

“Ponk?” Sam asked in surprise. Ponk stepped inside and pressed the button for the door to go back up. He was dressed in a deep red cloak and his mask, and he came to stand right in front of Sam. Sam looked down at him- he had always enjoyed his height advantage over Ponk- with his heart hammering.

“Sam, why the fuck did you booty call me?” Sam’s brain short-circuited- Ponk’s voice was gravely and sleepy, something Sam hadn’t heard in who knows how long.

“Ponkie,.. god, you’re so cute…” Sam reached for Ponk’s mask. Ponk went completely still as Sam’s fingers brushed the cloth along his jaw.

Ponk moved suddenly, and Sam felt a sharp pain to the stomach. He dropped to the ground with a groan. Ponk’s fist packed a lot more punch now that it wasn’t made out of flesh.

“You can’t just fucking call me at three in the morning with your voice all low and expect me to run over here with my arms outstretched, like nothing ever fucking happened, Sam!”

“But yet here you are.” Sam laughed, then choked as Ponk dropped to straddle Sam’s chest, a delicate but deadly knife pressed to his throat. He knew that knife, red and gold handle, with an engraved blade. It had been a present from him to Ponk.

“I came here because I knew if I didn’t, this would just keep happening.” Ponk’s eyes sparkled with tears. “Sam, stop fucking talking to me. Please. What the hell is it gonna take?”

“I taught you to fight, Ponkie. But that also means that I know your moves and your weaknesses.” Sam laughed, ignoring Ponk’s questions. He started to move to the left, to throw Ponk off, but Ponk pressed his thumb hard against Sam’s throat. He choked.

“You’re not the only one whose taught me to how to fight, Sam.” Ponk said, settling himself more firmly on top of Sam, his feet all but crushing Sam’s wrists. “So shut the fuck up and actually listen for once.” Ponk took a deep breath. “Sam, you tortured me and cut my arm off. Time and time again you’ve proven that your only loyalties are to power and image and your own fears. And I know there’s no stopping you, because I know how it gets to you. I said it while lava was pouring over me, and I’ll say it again: I’d rather be a ghost then see you like this. When your actions catch up to you, and they will, I will have a place for you. But until then, stay the fuck away from me.”

Ponk clambered to his feet swiftly, but Sam made no move to grab him. He lay there, face-up, as Ponk activated the door. It closed behind him with a boom, and a deep silence fell. Sam was still on his concrete floor, as if Ponk were still on top of him with a knife. Sam lay there for a long time, thinking about nothing in particular, yet everything all at once.

[ninja-muse]

#Bookoween is back!

Given that a certain pandemic is making it really difficult to do traditional Halloween things like parties or trick-or-treating or, well, anything else, I thought this might be a good time to bring back my Halloween-themed booklr challenge from a couple years back. Think of it like trick-or-treating but with 100% more digital content!

I’m switching up a few things about it though, to keep things fresh for anyone who participated the last time. Re-vamp-ing the challenge, if you will. 🧛‍♀️

Essentially, this is going to run like every other monthly challenge—I post prompts, you post content—but I’m going to be scoring you, and then you’re going to “win” stuff based on what score you get. This year, I’m also adding a reading challenge because why not.

I’d like to think that the last Bookoween participants had a lot of fun. (I know I did.) Hopefully this will be at least as fun, if not better!

Rules and the Points System

1. Post something bookish for every prompt that inspires you (between October 1 and 31). This can be a photo, rant, book review, gifset, fancast, video, dramatic reading, etc. Get creative, have fun, and maybe challenge yourself a little. Every five posts, you’ll level up one Spook Factor.

1-4: bat


5-9: ghost


10-14: fairy


15-19: ghoul


20-24: vampire


25-30: swamp monster


31-34: demon

35+: sorcerer

2. You can earn more points by filling the extra challenges below! All points will be counted and then given back to you as candy—so yes, you will be Trick-or-Treating after all! Some challenges are general (like how many books you end up reading), some relate to types of posts, and some are odder. Bolded items can be counted multiple times, so one pet photo is good but three pets are better. Any post with the #bookoween hashtag will be checked against these challenges whether you try for them or not, and you do not have to work them into the prompt posts. Extra posts are allowed and even encouraged!

3. On the evening of October 31, spilling into November 1 as needed, everyone who’s posted for the challenge will receive an ask stating their Spook Factor and the results of their Trick-or-Treating. For every Trick you do, you’ll get either amusingly tragic backstory or trash-tier Halloween loot like toothbrushes. For every Treat, you get an unspecified amount of candy. Example: You are a swamp monster whose only friends were a troupe of singing frogs that made it big on the Muppet Show and never came home. You have one Mars bar, a bag of cotton candy, three bags of M&Ms, five Easter eggs, and two Bounty bars. 4. Post everything using the #bookoween hashtag or it’s not getting counted!

Click through to find the extra challenges … IF YOU DARE!

Reading Challenge

Horror - 2 point

Mystery or thriller - 1 point

Other spooky book - 1 point

Diverse author or subject - 3 points

Classics - 2 points

Short stories or novellas - 1 point

Other genres - half a point

Book over 500 pages - 3 points

Book with orange, yellow, or black cover - 1 point

Was on your posted TBR for the month - 2 points

Books will get counted for each prompt they fill. A classic mystery novel is worth 3 points. A diverse horror novel is 5 points. A door-stopper fantasy novel is 3.5 points. And so on.

Trick

Reuse a prop or backdrop.

Make a post without a single book in it.

Post a selfie.

Add 3 or more books to my TBR

Bake/cook something bookish but don’t share the recipe.

Get no notes on any Bookoween post (self-reblogs don’t count).

Make less than 5 posts referencing fall or Halloween.

Start a tag meme.

Feature Halloween candy before October 15.

Make a pun.

Post a book that’s been dog-eared.

Only post books from the same genre (romance, sci-fi, YA, etc.)

Acknowledge any of: World Pasta Day (Oct. 25), National Vodka Day (Oct 4), International Day of the Nacho (Oct. 21), CAPS LOCK DAY (Oct. 22), Federation Day (Oct. 12), World Space Week (Oct. 4-10), National Fossil Day (Oct. 14), International Wombat Day (Oct. 22) or Canadian Thanksgiving (Oct. 12).

Treat

Make more than one type of post (photos and text, text and audio, photos and moodboards, videos and tag memes).

Read more than 5 books.

Read more than 10 books

Bake/cook something bookish.

Post original Halloween or fall-themed writing.

Post a review or a reaction post.

Start an ask meme.

Post a rec list.

Make some bookish art.

Remove at least 3 books from your physical TBR.

Post a picture with a pet in it (live, toy, painting, etc.)

Rec another booklr.

Acknowledge any of: Global Handwashing Day (Oct. 15), World Mental Health Day (Oct. 10), National Disability Employment Awareness Month, International Pronouns Day (Oct. 31),  UK Black History Month, Domestic Violence Awareness Month, LGBT History Month, Indigenous Peoples’ Day (Oct. 12), or Dia de los muertos.

FAQs

Do I have to post on the day the prompt is for? Absolutely not! Have everything up by Halloween and you’re golden.


Do I have to fill the Trick and Treat prompts? What happens if I avoid them? You don’t have to do them! You can absolutely craft your #bookoween without them! But then you won’t get candy and where’s the fun in that? The Tricks sound more fun than the Treats! Why are you trying to discourage me from doing them? Who said I was? You get a longer ask! And character depth! What if I Trick-or-Treat without the #bookoween hashtag? Then I will not see it and it will not be counted towards the ask. What if I manage to do all the prompts, all the Tricks, and all the Treats? Then you are amazing and should maybe spend less time online though we’re lucky to have you. Do you get something special? Undecided. Maybe.

[echoweaver]

Your thoughts on the Sims 1-4

Guess I’m in the mood to do these. Grabbing a tag from @mosneakers​.

Sims 1: The big thing I remember about this game is that it could take your sim hours to cross from one end of the house to the other. Thus, if the sim got up at the normal one-hour-before-work, they often wouldn’t have time to both pee and eat. I got obsessed with designing and efficient house, with the kitchen right outside the bedroom door, so that my sims could get to work with the best mood. 

Then I let the garden go bad, and it would destroy my sims’ mood on the way to the carpool, and it took me forever to figure out what was going on :-D

Sim 2: I remember being thrilled by how much easier it was for sims to get around their house. The introduction of lifespans intrigued me. However, I hadn’t really figured out what I wanted to DO with this sandbox game yet. Playing Sims gets boring if you don’t have some kind of a goal. I’d never heard of a generational challenge, much less rotational gameplay, and I hadn’t plugged into the fan community yet.

I did dabble in mods -- mostly the mod to drastically increase the chance of a sim being abducted when using the telescope so I could make alien babies. I built a household from two CAS-built sisters who were of different races. One of them married a man, and the other a woman, and then I got frustrated that the lesbian couple couldn’t make babies. They adopted, but I was annoyed by how genetically boring their adopted son was. Then I got obsessed with trying to get one of the lesbians to cheat on her spouse to make a baby without being discovered. Where is artificial insemination when you need it?

Later, I created a new sim who married into the Broke family. I got bored and tried to starve Dustin to death to make a ghost. when I removed the door to his bedroom and his needs got very low, he got down on his knees to beg the Watcher for his life. I felt so guilty that I actually turned off the game and never went back!

Sims 3:  This is where it happened for me. Open world and a town that aged with my active household just better matches the way I imagine playing. I even figured out generational play, at least somewhat, before really plugging into the fan community.

I didn’t realize until reading @mosneakers and @natolesims‘s memes that there was so much hate floating around for Sims 3 art style! I admit that I do dislike the child faces. I thought Sims 2 faces were too long and thin. Sims 3 faces seem to have overcompensated by being just a bit too round. Otherwise, I’m quite sure I don’t know what you guys are talking about. LOL.

I don’t think I’d still be playing if it weren’t for NRaas, though. Sims 3′s open world was pretty ambitious, and their data management was totally not up to the task. I spent years offering tech support on people’s blogs when they started to suffer data corruption in generation 2 or 3. You just can’t play without at least minimal mods to clean up save files. It’s unintuitive that a modded game is more stable than vanilla, but it’s just true. Sad, but true.

Sims 4: I have played this very little, not because I hate it but because I am stubbornly determined to finish my 10-generation legacy. A lot of folks just rebuilt their household in Sims 4 and continued to play. At the time Sims 4 came out, I was playing supernatural-heavy games with custom skintones, so I’d lose almost everything if I ported them over. It also turns out that it’s hard to face going from a heavily-modded, 11-expansion experience to a game with base or just one expansion. I have a lot more sympathy for Sims 2 players who skipped Sims 3 entirely.

I have a hard time facing the color presets and closed world, but the game in its current state really seems to have done great things with gameplay. If/when I get the Samples done, I’ll take a look at making the switch. Of course, by then Sims 5 will likely be out, so maybe I’ll skip....

What is your favorite Expansion pack

Generations and/or Seasons. But it’s really hard to choose.

Small pets or Horses?

I really,  really love Sims 3 horses. Since I’m modding pets, it can probably be guessed that I like the animals in general :).

What is your favorite active career?

Yes.

I have had a ton of fun with almost all active careers. If forced to choose, I might go for firefighter.

What is your favorite Lifetime Wish?

Buh. I really dug the Photography one I guess. I just like doing different ones.

Whims or Wants?

I’m sorry. I have no idea what this question even means (blush).

What is your favorite Occult?

I feel like all the occults in TS3 are kind of underdeveloped. That said, witches are pretty cool.

Cowplants, Bonehilda, or the Social Bunny?

Bonehilda

How do you pick your sims names?

I am absolutely OBSESSED with names. I’m sorry I only got to name one flesh-and-blood child, so I let it all out in naming my simmies. I get into the head of the parent(s) and come up with lists from whatever they would like. My saves are very gameplay-directed, and tend to randomize most traits, so I intentionally don’t build a sim to a name or try to make a sim’s name suit their personality at all. After all, when we name our children, we get no say over who they eventually become :).

Do you create a spouse for a sim, or do you go after a townie?

Townie! My gaming style is heavily gameplay-oriented. I want my sims to choose their partner using wishes and attraction and whatever else the game provides. However, I also am incredibly interested in genetic experimentation, so I do allow myself to change the physical appearance of some sims before making babies with them if they are too bland. I populated my Samples save from scratch, largely using downloaded simalikes of real people. I have NRaas set to use existing sims in the town or in my sim bin, to generate new ones. So basically I do my best to have the most interesting genetics pool I can so I don’t need to edit faces.

Do you prefer to follow storytelling Simblrs, or do your prefer gameplay Simblrs?

I’m not totally sure what this is asking either :-D. Are “storytelling” simblrs the ones that largely use the game as an artistic medium for screenshots using poses and whatnot? My play style is to play the game and build stories from it, so I’m not entirely sure what category I fall into myself.

I suppose it doesn’t matter because I follow both. I’m not terribly drawn to dressup challenges and lookbooks.

What year did you join Tumblr/Simblr?

I have absolutely no friggin idea. I tried to look back in my email archive to track notifications, and that failed. I came back after three years, so it has to be at least for years before I returned....?

[currywaifu]

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: muse 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: miyoshi kazunari/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 3.1k words, 1 image

𝐚𝐧: got back to writing again~ how much kazu-speak is too much? sorry this took a while, but I finally got over my writer’s block!

When your phone vibrates the exact minute your class ends, you know the text can only be sent by him. As the people around you begin to step outside the lecture hall, you find time to read your boyfriend’s message before heading out as well.

With Kazunari being a year above you, in a different course more so, there were times during the week where the two of you could barely catch a glimpse of each other. Projects were beginning to pile up for both of you, and with his acting to consider you initially didn’t want to bother him, but…

Just as you picked up your bag, your phone lights up again.

Wah, where r u??? I mish u already beb 💓💕💞

Stifling a giggle, you send back a text before quickly shuffling out of the classroom.

Kazunari always made the effort to put time into your relationship and give you affection, regardless if it was eating together during mutual breaks in between classes or sending each other cute messages and memes on social media.

Of course as cute as his selfies were nothing could beat physically being beside him and hearing his voice in person, so who could blame you for picking up your pace and rushing to where you knew your boyfriend was.

He’s seated on a bench when you spot him, fiddling with his phone. Before you could call out to him whips his head to face you. Instantaneously his lips break into a smile and from the lift of your cheeks you know you’re the same.

“Heyho☆ You looking for someone?” Kazunari says as you approach him, a teasing grin settling on his face. “You look a little lost~”

“I’m here for Kazu, my boyfriend!” You reply, lifting your hand and placing it atop of his head. “He’s this tall, and… oh! Super handsome, too. Have you seen him?”

Holding back a laugh, his eyes dart from left to right before sighing. “Unfortunately, he’s nowhere to be found. Aw, but you look totes adorbs~♪ Should I steal you away from this Kazu guy? I’ll def sweep you off your feet☆”

Before you know it Kazunari pulls you into his arms, the spontaneity a surprising but warm feeling. You wrap your arms around him as well, smiling against his sweater as the two of you hug while swaying left and right.

“Alright, that’s enough, Casanova.” You say the moment the hug gets too tight, slowly escaping his embrace.

“I want more though~” He whines, reluctantly letting go of you. He didn’t actually look upset if the glimmer in his eyes was anything to go by. “Well, I needed your help with something anyway!”

Anticipation bubbles up within you, expecting a new piece he needed help with, or maybe something for you to critique. After all, your admiration for his work was one of the reasons the two of you had gotten so close in the first place.

“I’ll do my best, Kazu-senpai!” You beam at him, throwing in the honorific to potentially catch him off-guard. Needless to say, it worked splendidly.

“Senpai?! You haven’t called me that in forever!” Kazunari was buzzing with excitement, grabbing one of your hands to swing it around. “Ahhhh- it was so, so cute every time you called me that! I was like, OMG—”

You roll your eyes. “I know, you’ve said that how many times?” Nevertheless, every time he mentioned it the more fond you grew of him.

“Kazuuu,” you squeeze his hand “come on, we have something to do, right?”

Not letting go of your hand for even a moment he leads you along the hallway, eventually stopping outside one of the classrooms.

“So, like, you can totally say no if you want but I’d be hella happy if you helped me out with this.”

You frown slightly, a little befuddled on what kind of request he’d be asking of you. “Kazunari, you don’t have to beat around the bush. I’ll understand.”

Nodding and looking more sure of himself, Kazunari continues. “I’d like to paint you.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “Don’t you already do that without asking me? I’ve seen your sketchbook, I’m totally okay with it.”

“This is different. I need to submit a painting of something or someone that’s my muse, so I wanted you as my model,” he explains, silently watching your expression change as you grasp the whole situation.

Avoiding his gaze, you look away from Kazunari. “Muse? So- so that means inspiration, right?” You stammer slightly, imagining how frazzled you must look already. “Wait I’m- are you sure it should be me? I’m not really…” you trail off, unsure of what reason you were going to give at the end.

When he says your name you look back up at his face. “I’m being legit here, you inspire me more than you know. It won’t feel right to paint anything else when you were the first thing that popped into my mind.”

Your eyes widen at his serious declaration. It’s not everyday Kazunari gives you such a straightforward and earnest compliment to that degree. Despite your initial embarrassment, your heart swelled up with joy; watching his shoulder’s ease up made you realize that he was probably waiting for a reaction out of you. At this point, it was impossible for you to reject his request.

“If you’ll still have me, then you can paint me.”

Kazunari’s eyes light up again, expressive and sparkling, before opening the classroom door to lead you inside. “Thank you, and like obvi! Why wouldn’t I wanna show off my sunshine to the world! My baby! My go-“

You let out a huff of amusement as he continued to spurt out pet names for you. Looks like he was back to normal?

When he lets go of your hand you finally take the time to absorb the room. It was obvious it was an art-centric classroom, from the numerous easels, art supplies, and artsy clutter scattered around the room. You wouldn’t have noticed such a difference between this and the other “painter occupied” rooms if it wasn’t for the set-up right smack in the middle.

It made for a pretty picture- loads of white offset by its nature orientedness. A few potted plants (you weren’t sure if they were real or not) were strategically placed along the area. The white fabric was hung and draped atop what was probably a bunch of easels used as a base frame. Similar cloths were set on the floor, a pillow placed on top.

You have a good feeling, a hunch if you will, that you were meant to stay there; if that wasn’t enough proof, an easel with a blank canvas was positioned directly in front of the space.

“When’d you even get the time to set this up? Are we even allowed to be here?” You question, a little surprised how everything has already been prepared.

“Friends from the photography dept helped me out~ Plus I’m lowkey besties with the prof so it’s ayt as long as we clean up.” He replies, grabbing one of the spare fabrics on the table.

“Can you remove your jacket?” Kazunari steps closer to you; as soon as you unzip the garment and throw it aside he wraps the plain, white material around your shoulders like a makeshift shawl or blanket.

You know it’s for the portrait, but there was something domestic about the simple act that made your heart race. He stepped back, smiling at you and looking self-accomplished.

“Huhu I can’t- my baby’s so pretty? How is this possible? Like an angel, no, a deity!”

“Kazu-“

“My venus~ wahh, I need so many pics? Do I have enough space? Do I post on InstaBlam or-”

“Kazu!” You interrupt, your cheeks flaring up in embarrassment. It was literally a white drape! Still, it was always nice when he complimented you, no matter how extra he went about it, so you didn’t have the heart to complain— after a year, you knew he was always genuine with his praise to you.

“We should probably start with the painting, right? We don’t wanna stay too late.” Kazunari perks back up and you briefly watch him choose between paintbrushes before you sit down on the floor.

How do models figure this shit out? Where does your leg go? How do you angle your face? How much tilt was too much tilt? Even the way you sat down was suddenly making you conscious— should you sit cross-legged or on your heels? Legs stretched out or tucked in?

You fidget in place, picking at the stray threads of the cloth beneath you. Should you just let Kazunari do his magic and hope he somehow makes you look good? After watching him from the corner of your eye he drops his paintbrush back in the mug.

“Beb, the vibes are off. I was being legit when I said you looked good, but you look like you’re thinking too hard.”

“Sorry, I can’t figure out what pose works.”

He crouches down in front of you, quietly looking over your awkward form. His hands take action in moving your body, nudging the arm that laid limp on your lap to lay flat against the floor behind you. Then his palms are on your legs, positioning the left thigh atop the right so that your knees faced front and the soles of your feet faced the side.

‘Okay, don’t be weird about it’ you tell yourself, despite hyper-focusing on the ghosts of Kazunari’s fingertips barely seeping through your jeans as they settle on your chin, gently moving your head to the side and tilting it downwards.

Kazunari narrows his eyes, simply staring at your face without a word being uttered. A part of you almost wants him to break into his trendy-speak again if only to give you time to shake off your sudden bashfulness.

“We Gucci! You still look distracted though… oh! Can you think about something that makes you happy?”

Maybe it was because he suggested it, or maybe it was because he’s your boyfriend— either way, the first thing that popped into your mind was Kazunari.

Settling into university was tough, but you had worked so hard to get accepted into Veludo Arts that you could look past the taxing work handed by the professors. Aside from the workload, you came to really enjoy studying here— you learned first hand how talented your peers were, and that motivated you to work harder.

During one of the campus’ exhibits your eyes were immediately drawn to the canvas with a Japanese painting style. Even from afar you could tell the artist was incredibly talented, but the closer you got the more you were able to see the tiny details and how purposeful every stroke was.

‘The devil truly is in the details’ you thought, looking at the exhibit label card beside the painting.

“Miyoshi Kazunari, 2nd-year student…” you read out loud, wondering if he had more works you could look at around the school.

“I heard my name just now~♪ Could it be, I have an admirer?” You immediately turn around to face a guy with blond hair and green eyes, keeping steady eye contact with you as he grinned.

Cute as he was, you might have totally ignored him if you hadn’t absorbed what he said.

“Hello, you’re Miyoshi-senpai, then?” You ask, trying to hide your disbelief at how he just popped up out of nowhere. Had you been staring at the painting that long that you lost awareness of your surroundings?

“The one and only~♪ You like the painting?”

Abandoning your bewilderment you immediately shifted into admiration mode. “Definitely! I thought the sparse use of colour was genius, particularly how certain parts of the painting got bolder colours than others. Not only that but the title! You think it’s literal at first, but it’s actually a double entendre! I also-“

Your rambling gets caught off by your new acquaintance chuckling, looking infinitely amused by you. You feel pinpricks on your cheeks, deliberating if you had gone too far with your praise or not.

“Kouhai, you’re so cute~♪ If you ever need help, just DM me, alrighty? I’ll always answer ya piko☆”

It had started out with you asking for his advice or to borrow materials, but somehow someway a couple of selfies and hundreds of DM stickers later the conversation shifted to topics unrelated to art.

You had eagerly begun looking forward to seeing the green circle beside his icon as he logged in to tell you about his day, whether it be something he did at Mankai or some crazy shenanigans with his friends.

Becoming close friends with Kazunari, to getting asked out by him, to dating him— you’d be lying if you said the past two years would be just as enjoyable if he wasn’t there to celebrate with you.

The sound of your name made you escape your daydream, being met with the sight of the blond in front of you.

“Were you calling me for long?” You ask, smiling as he pets you on the head.

“Nah, but aside from some deets the painting’s done now!” Even though the easel was turned to you, you still stand up to take a closer look.

Leave it up to Kazunari to make a human look so… pure? Angelic? How’d he even make you look so good? It was almost as if he had put a dreamy filter over you. As expected, even though he said there was still work to do, the tiniest of details were present— from the creases of the fabric hung behind you to the slight discolourations of the monstera plant beside you.

However, easily the most impressive thing about the whole portrait was the look on your face. The slope of your eyelashes as they shaded your eyes— averted with a faraway look to them, as though enchanted by something unseen to the viewer. The corners of your lips lifted your cheeks, a closed smile holding onto words unspoken.

So that’s what you looked like in love.

“What were you thinking of here, my muse?” Kazunari breaks the silence, and when you turn to face him you notice he’s not looking at the painting. You don’t break the eye contact.

“Were you… musing about me?” He teases, though it’s a little lacking in spirit. You don’t fail to notice— neither the lower timbre of his voice nor the gentleness of his eyes escape you.

Even with all his eccentricities, you and Kazunari aren’t too dissimilar when it comes to love.

“Yeah, I was thinking about you.”

The look on his face was something you wish you could capture in a photo or painting yourself, a medley of unpreparedness, joy, and adoration. You can’t stop your small laughter when he literally clutches his chest.

“OMG my heart, I’m so? You’re so?” He takes hold of the cloth around your shoulders and pulls you closer until the only thing you can focus on is the brilliance of his green eyes. You could look only for a few seconds as he stretched his head forward and pressed his lips against yours.

The kiss was sweet and inviting, not unlike the first they shared months ago. Kazunari’s lips were warm and he tasted faintly of the candy he always liked to stock in his bag. After a moment, he brings both hands up to your cheekbones, cupping your face like he was savouring you.

Then he drops his chin, breaking off the kiss and pushing you away a fraction, so he could look into your eyes.

“Sorry,” he says with a small laugh, “Just can’t believe that expression was all for me, you know?”

You pout, poking his side. “And who else would I think about? I only have one boyfriend, Kazu.”

“Oh? Does that boyfriend happen to be a good kisser?” Kazunari asks playfully, his eyes crinkling with mirth, “I bet I’d be a better kisser~”

“Is that so?” You reply with a raised eyebrow, slowly erasing the distance until you were but a breath apart from touching. “Would you like to prove it?”

The intimacy of the moment was both strange and wonderful. You tilt your chin slightly and he immediately took it as the cue to lean in and kiss you again, drawing your lower lip between his with a light suction. If the first was gentle if not a little energetic, this time he kissed with an unexpected passion and confidence.

It was clear that missing each other plus the accumulation of little moments this afternoon led to this moment.

Kazunari traces one hand over your cheek, down your shoulder, back up again. His fingers come to rest at the back of your neck, sending a slight shiver down your spine, his thumb playing idly along your jaw as he works his mouth against yours and in the back of your head you realise the fabric on your shoulders had slipped some seconds ago. Eventually, you pull yourself closer, until you were flush against him.

Kazunari releases your mouth and starts kissing down your jawline. He presses his upper body over yours as he settles in to tease and nip at your earlobe, murmuring your name, the sensation against your ear making your whole body tingle.

You could only whimper in response as he attacks the outer shell of your ear, beginning to get overwhelmed by his warmth and his smell and you burrowed against his sweater, trying to lose yourself in all of it. At this point, you were just trying to steal as much of Kazunari’s loving warmth as you could.

You tighten your grip on his clothes when he grazes his teeth against your neck; then his lips were on yours again and you readily opened up to him, swirling your tongue against his.

When the need for air came desperately, you took to a slower pace until eventually coming to a halt, loosening the grip you had on him. You don’t immediately open your eyes, collapsing against chest once more to catch your breath. You only look back up when Kazunari lets out a loud snort that turned into a fit of laughter.

“I forgot we were still on campus for a sec,” He says, gently squeezing your forearms. You step backward, making yourself look presentable, though it serves a bit of a task without a mirror to guide you.

“We should probably clean up and leave.”

Kazunari lets out a thoughtful hum, and you can already see the grin creeping upon his lips. “Yeah, we def should… unless?”

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