#i used to roll the dice ( ooc )

[holyhitter]

peeks onto the dash

concept

you like this post

and something happens

[a-gilded-imprisonment]

A luxury of few~

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Aventurine is quiet as he stands on one of the lower balconies in Golden Hour, overlooking the streets below, bustling and filled with people.

The gambler supposes Golden Hour may be his favourite dreamscape in Penacony, as many others would agree. It feels warm here, and the abundant festivities almost always find a way to distract the blonde from whatever is troubling his thoughts.

Almost. Almost, because dreams are meant for the lucky few who have the luxury of being able to escape reality. Although Aventurine would argue himself lucky indeed, such a trivial luxury is unfortunately not one he has the possibility of partaking in.

Even in a place like Golden Hour, the gambler can never escape what he truly is, nor the past that haunts him. He will never be simply ��Aventurine”, for erasing a part of oneself is quite a difficult task indeed.

His eyes skate across the scenery in a meek attempt to distract himself, to allow himself to get swept away by the hustle and bustle of the place, to lose himself in the music and parties and neon lights.

His gaze rests on a young couple of women, one about a foot shorter than the other. The taller one must make some sort of joke, because the shorter woman’s face twists up into a smile and Aventurine swears he can hear the echo of soft laughter.

He can’t explain the feeling he gets while he watches the couple, the shorter woman pulling in the other for a kiss, and he would chastise himself for intruding on such a private moment— but the pull of pure joy emanating from the couple is far too tempting.

The taller woman pulls the shorter woman into her arms, and they stand together, swaying softly from side to side.

Something about the gesture makes Aventurine’s breath hitch, and his chest constrict. He looks away immediately, fixing his eyes on the slot machines not much further away.

The gambler can’t help but reassure himself that he must be familiar with the gesture, and that it must remind him of someone… but in the end, it seems to be quite the opposite.

As much as the blonde would love to say that he can relate to the feeling of pure, unadulterated love shared between two people, just as the two women share bliss in each other’s company, the truth would be far from the illusion.

It’s been so long since Aventurine has last been held that the memory of such a sensation has long since faded away… but he yearns for it nonetheless, wants so badly—

There’s a hole in Aventurine’s heart, and the grand spectacles in Golden Hour and endless thrills of Penacony can only do so much to fill it.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

[tf-sweetlight]

You're back! How are you today?

[hope D&D was fun.]

From @aster-proxima

Yes! I’m alive! ヾ(＠† ▽ †＠）ノ

lol

I’m good! Not much happening today, how are you? (=^_^=)

[orchideae]

Also, for whoever didn't catch this when it was originally released, I highly recommend it. I'm still absolutely feral about the nine tailed fox for Yelan. But they're all magnificent in this.

[agonizedembrace]

you know they were so pissed that i escaped

[strangeandun-muse-ual]

Why were you drawn to each one of your characters?

Multimuse questions || Accepting!

With Vox I don't fully remember at this point, but I think it was probably watching the Valentino animatic and a few of the Paranoid DJ comic dubs/listening to Eyes on Me. The whole on-again off-again relationship with Val that gets depicted in fanon was intriguing to me, but I also just really enjoyed Vox's confidence and showmanship.

For Chaz--idk man I just love playing over-the-top fuckboys lmao. I respect the show's decision to introduce a character like him that fans got endeared to really quickly (even if it's a "love to hate him" thing) and then just killing him off unceremoniously by the end of the episode. But I just thought it'd be fun to play around with him a little bit, since we're probably not getting that much of him in the show anymore outside of flashbacks.

With Husk, I just really enjoy characters who are mean and crotchety and Unpleasant but secretly are actually total softies. He's a fun contrast to Vox and Chaz tbh, and I'm really looking forward to doing more with him.

With Ramsey, he's honestly just... my favorite character in Epithet Erased in general lol. He's witty and creative and clever, while also being just a bit of a coward, and that's fun to me.

With Giovanni I think it might've honestly been listening to the audiobook?? I always really loved him though. It's interesting to have a character that presents himself as a Card-Carrying Supervillain, but is also easily the kindest person in the cast. His "evilness" comes from a place of wanting to stick it to unjust power structures, and ultimately is couched in genuine empathy.

I also just really love his monologue to Lorelai about how villains always have the coolest songs, the coolest outfits, the best lines, but in exchange they tend to fail so the hero can succeed, and how "when you're a really great Bad Guy, everybody has more fun." That's just a fun way of looking at writing villain characters, and even if I don't RP Giovanni as much on this blog, it's something I try to keep in mind when I write more overtly villainous characters, like Vox, in a collaborative setting.

And with Flug! I think Episode 6 of season 1 really sold me on him? But I always really liked him. He's kind of in the same boat as Ramsey to an extent where he's creative and clever, can think his way out of a situation more effectively than he can fight his way out, but he's also much more of a coward lol.

[apeachty]

₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡ . ⠀marriage struggles

⠀⠀⠀yeonjun x reader x kai | yeonkai x reader

genre : fluff, tiny bit of angst & slice of life

warnings : yeah, well, it's throuple/poly, i admit. yeonjun is jumping to conclusions and trying to distance himself sometimes (that time too), but it's barely angst.

wc : 0.9k.

notes : i once again have nothing to say except that i blame @biteyoubiteme for always encouraging me to write more of those silly little fics. ily (and i hope it's not too ooc when it comes to yeonjun)

and coming up with titles sucks. i hope it's at least close to what's happening in the fic...

the evening was quiet—just a regular dinner in the apartment you shared with kai and yeonjun. well, maybe too quiet. kai was absorbed in his phone, scrolling through social media as usual, while yeonjun sat lost in thought, staring at his plate. you didn’t mind kai’s silence—he could spend hours on his phone without a care—but yeonjun’s behavior was a little unsettling. he seemed more focused on pushing a cherry tomato around with his fork than actually eating.

you debated whether to ask him what was wrong. on one hand, he had promised to share anything that concerned him with you and kai, and he’d been making an effort to do so. but on the other hand, everyone has things they’d rather keep to themselves, and the three of you had always respected that boundary.

you shook your head, deciding to trust him. he’d talk about it if he wanted to.

“you two should get married.”

your neck almost snapped with how fast you looked up at him, while kai choked on his chicken, coughing violently. neither of you could find words appropriate enough to say without breaking your self-imposed “no cursing this month” agreement, but judging by yeonjun’s expression, he got the hint anyway.

“we can’t all get married, so if either of us marries you, it should be kai,” he said with a shrug, his attention back on his plate as he stabbed the poor cherry tomato with his fork.

silence fell over the room, heavier than before. you could handle yeonjun being like this sometimes. after all, he had insisted that you share your first kiss with kai because kai hadn’t been kissed either, and at the time, it had made sense. kai took your virginity—the reason was the same. but yeonjun also had a bad habit of drawing unnecessary lines between himself and you two, even when there was no reason for it.

it didn’t happen often, and he thought he was subtle about it. but you and kai always noticed. whenever he acted like that, you made it a point to include him, sometimes dragging him along if necessary. it had been more frequent when you first started dating, but he hadn’t done it in almost a year—until now. and this time, it felt like he spent all these months to come up with the biggest attempt yet to separate himself.

you cleared your throat, shifting your focus back to your plate. “no,” you said softly but firmly. “i’m not marrying either of you, because it would exclude the other.”

yeonjun placed his fork down and looked at you. “we’d still live like we do now. it wouldn’t change anything.”

you shrugged. “then i’m marrying you,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the turmoil in your chest. “what’s the difference? it wouldn’t change anything, right?”

kai, catching on to what you were doing, nodded. “right. it makes sense.” he glanced at you and then at yeonjun, shrugging. “might as well decide with a coin flip.”

yeonjun’s eyes widened as he glanced between the two of you, disbelief written all over his face. “are you two serious? a coin?!”

“or rock-paper-scissors,” you said, ticking options off on your fingers. “or rolling a dice. i could even google a fortune wheel and we can decide right now.” you grabbed your phone, unlocking it to show you weren’t bluffing, mumbling under your breath as you typed the search.

yeonjun let out a long, frustrated sigh—the “no cursing” rule was clearly testing his limits—and snatched your phone, placing it screen-down on the far side of the table. “you’re being ridiculous.”

you narrowed your eyes. "first of all, it’s 'you're being ridiculous, baby'," you corrected, noting how his lips twitched despite himself. kai caught the small shift too, and you both knew your silly comment had helped relax him just a bit. “secondly, you’re the one being ridiculous. marriage isn’t even that important.”

yeonjun scoffed, his tension returning. “oh, it’s not? then why is your 'inspo' pinterest board full of wedding photos, white dresses, floral decorations, and—”

he didn’t get to finish because kai burst out laughing with one of his alien-like laughs. meanwhile, you buried your face in your hands, groaning in embarrassment. suddenly, everything made sense. yeonjun had seen your pins and jumped to conclusions, but explaining the truth felt unbearable.

“look—” you started, scrambling for the right words. thank god, you had kai who would always come to your rescue, without you even having to ask.

“her sims legacy heir is getting married, and she wanted to plan the perfect wedding,” kai explained between fits of laughter.

you groaned again, wishing the ground would swallow you whole. “this was such a bad idea,” you muttered, referring to the cursed no-swearing rule.

yeonjun nodded slowly, clearly processing the explanation. “so… you’ve been obsessing over a pixel wedding?”

"yep," kai nodded. "she has."

“lo-o-ok,” yeonjun began after a beat of silence, his frown melting into the mischievous smirk you dreaded. it never meant anything good when he was starting to resemble that fox from 'zootopia'.

“oh god,” you whispered, already bracing for disaster as he propped his chin in his hand, giving you his “spill the tea, baby” look.

“do you have a polyamory mod? or like… wicked whims?” his smirk widened as his voice dropped conspiratorially.

you stared at him, then turned to kai with an apologetic look, grabbing a cushion from a nearby chair. “sorry, kai. i’m breaking the no-cursing rule.”

yeonjun ducked just in time, arms covering his head as he burst into laughter, already knowing what was coming.

“choi yeonjun, what the f—”

[rainybubbles]

Silent- Gaz x plus size reader

Summary : Finding a way to relieve the stress of work in a DnD discord, Gaz meets Silent. A player whose microphone is always turned off, using chat only. Maybe he'll find a way to break the silence with them and finds why their mic is off…

(Sorry in advance, English is not my first language, so sorry if it's bad or OOC.)

-TW social anxiety.

-"What a quiet kid you've got there. I wish mine was as calm at home."

-"Oh, you know, they're pretty mature for their age."

-The laughter faded into distant murmurs as I glanced over at the other kids.

-Yelling, chasing, breaking a vase or two—my eyes couldn't look away from them.

-They seemed to inhabit a world entirely different from mine.

-A world where scraping by at month's end, nightly dinners, locking up the house, solo bus rides, laundry routines, and helping siblings with homework simply didn't exist.

-Because, after all, they were just eight years old.

- But so was I…

-So why didn't I have the right to have fun, yell, chat, ask for sweets, act immature, or doodle on walls?

- My hand reached out briefly, hoping for a connection, but my mom's glance quickly reminded me to stay put…

-Being silent seemed to be the key to earning praise and keeping peace.

-So, I stifled that urge, withdrawing into myself, standing alone behind her legs, engulfed in a heavy silence.

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"Silent, huh?"

-My gaze drifted slowly to the chat.

-"Yeah, dude, they're usually a regular on Thursdays. Never says a word, their mic's busted, can't afford to fix it," one of the guys responded.

-The tone carried a hint of disdain.

-I felt out of place.

-Yet, I stayed put, unable to leave the server.

-It was the only place where I felt I could express myself.

-Through words, carefully chosen, controlled, retyped, erased, and sculpted to bring a story to life—a space where my imagination, so often overlooked, could finally roam free.

-By chance, I'd become enamored with Dungeons and Dragons.

- The only snag, of course, was the void in my social life.

-So, like figuring out how long it takes to cook broccoli, I scoured the internet.

- Discord groups organized sessions. I panicked at the sound of mics, voices.

- What would they think of me? What should I say? What could I do? And then someone asked if my mic was broken.

- Ever since, I'd stayed that way, and the nickname Silent stuck.

"Hi Silent, then :) I'm Kyle aka Gaz."

-Usually, I ignored introductions.

- People interested me little, their characters were the interesting ones.

-However, Gaz hadn't spoken those words aloud.

- He had written them. It was stupid honestly, but few people wrote back to me, few people responded to me in writing.

-Everything was done orally.

-Suddenly, someone was on my turf, reaching out.

-The campaign proceeded as usual.

-My thoughts were focused on my actions, the dice rolls, and the resulting outcomes.

- Yet occasionally, I let my eyes wander over Gaz's profile.

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-"Hello guys, I don't know if I've played with some of you before or not. "

-"Don't worry, we accept everyone. The days are rarely fixed."

-Gaz was back. It was Friday. It was my favorite group, the game master Ylias really managed to transport you.

-"Well, I'll start then-"

-Ylias started rambling, I followed the story when I noticed a notification in the discord. My finger brushed it, and then ignored it.

-What would he think if I clicked now? that I'm a friendless attention-seeker? But if I wait, they'll think I don't care about the campaign?

-So I waited 5 minutes, trying to find the right balance between the two.

-"Hey, Silent. I missed a campaign without you, the others keep on rambling about their athletics, last time I even had a guy mimicking a goblin with his mic, I'm glad to see you back in text :) !!!"

-Pressure flooded over me. What should I reply? A heart? Thanks? Ignore it? Tell him he's nice too?

-"Thanks."

-Too cold, too short. I thought it wrong, I should delete it, rephrase it, add a smiley, make it warmer, he must think I'm a monster.

-"I think we should try opening the door, are you coming with me? I don’t feel like going into the forest with the rest of the team."

-Oh. Usually in campaigns, I go with the flow, I heal and stay in the background. I never-

-"You need a score of 13 for that, folks". Ylias said.

-"Come on, Silent, roll the dice." Gaz replied

-Nervously, my mouse hovered over the virtual dice. With a score of 15 showing, I heard Gaz's laughter.

-"I knew we had to do it! Let’s go, plus with your stealth, impossible to get spotted. "

-"We'll see about that." Ylias replied, laughing.

-And just like that, Gaz made me smile. It was probably one of the worst campaigns, but it was the first where I could finally choose my actions.

__________________________

-"Back again :) ?"

-" Yes."

-Dry, too dry.

-"I was waiting for you. "Gaz replied.

-" Why? "

-"I don’t want to play a campaign without you, you bring me luck."

-" I'm not sure about that. "

-"Yes. I tried a campaign with colleagues, we died blowing up. "

-"Probably because of your colleagues. "

-"Okay, maybe my colleague set fire to a mystery barrel. But it was their first campaign. "

-"You're recruiting? "

-"Introducing them. He's trying to quit smoking, and I thought DnD could occupy his free time."

-I stopped myself.

-Curiosity, imagination, everything overwhelmed me.

-What was it like to be close to colleagues like this, to freely discuss your passions, to laugh…

-"And then?"

-" It's not his thing, he's more into action. "

-"I see. "

-"It's not for everyone. "

-"Is it your thing? "

-"What? "

-"To let off steam? If your colleague needs it, so do you, right?"

-Stupid. Too personal a question. Invasive.

-"Yes. It allows me not to think, to be someone else."

-" Me too."

-" Plus, being an elf is great."

-" You say that because I am one."

-" Maybe. "

-"Thank you. "

-"For? "

-"Talking in chat. People usually ignore me outside of campaigns, they don't respond by text."

-" They ignore the sexiest elf?"

-" There's no image, you don't know what I look like"

-". Hm, exactly! I imagine your elf tall, muscular like the Rock, hair like Gordon Ramsay's, and maybe makeup like Ru Paul's."

-" I'm not sure about the result. "

-"Sexy."

-I snorted at my screen.

-"Ok."

-" How do you imagine me? "

-"Your wizard? "

-"Yes. "

-"With long hair, maybe dreadlocks, white eyes, and a smile. "

-"A smile?"

-" Your voice sounds soothing. "

-"Really? "

-"Yes, sorry, it's weird to say that, I shouldn't have."

-" No. No. I've never been told that, I was just surprised, that's all."

-" I see. "

-"So, a sexy elf and a smiling mage.

-"Sounds like the beginning of a weird porno."

-He responded with a meme.

_________________________

-"So, what do we decide, Silent? Honestly, I don't want to raid the goblin but the vampire to face, I'm sure the score will be high." Gaz asked through his mic

-"It's your choice, not mine."

-"they're right, Gaz, this one's all on you," Ylias said.

-"Can't I even ask for help?"

-"Score of 15 in insight to spot an ally." Ylias announced.

-Gaz scored a 10. No one addressed me throughout the campaign.

________________________

-"Back, Gaz?" someone said.

-Three weeks of radio silence.

-My mind had been looping, wondering if my refusal to break the rules had driven him to find a more interesting group, a more exciting duo.

-But there he stood, his username glowing green.

-"Yeah, I finally got some days off."

-"Good for you, man."

-"So spill, I see some new names and all!"

-Strangely, his voice had become grating to me. I didn't understand why, so before he could reach me, I disconnected.

- Alone in my apartment, I held my knees to my chest.

-Why am I reacting like this? He's entitled to a life, damn it.

-I fet like he...gave me up.

-Shit it's stupid.

-I didn't understand. I tried to calm myself, but the deafening silence of my apartment seemed to slowly engulf me, and before I knew it, I found myself in a new spiral of anxiety.

____________________________

-There were no campaigns. I just liked reading. Reading what had happened. Living vicariously, imagining their voices, their reactions.

-"hey :)"

-The off-campaign tab was blinking.

-He was addressing me, I knew it, I was the only one online with him.

-My thumb grazed the notification, but I ended up entering the chat.

-"hey."

The period was too harsh, too dry.

-"It's been a while! Something happened?"

-"Work." I answered.

-That's a lie.

- But lying is like oxygen, it's easy to come up with excuses to avoid others.

-But harder to let go of it to face the potential risks of social suffocation.

-"I know quite a bit, just got back from mine."

-"At 1 am?"

-"Yep."

-"Cook?"

"Soldier."

-A shiver ran through me. Uniforms had never been positive in my life.

- As the long seconds passed, I hesitated.

-"Not a fan?" Gaz asked.

-"You could say that."

-"Military family?"he asked.

-"yes."

-"I see."

-"Sorry, that's stupid."

-"No, I understand, I mean, we all have red flags." He said.

-"It's not a red flag."

-"You'd been quiet for 5 minutes."

-"With everyone." I answered.

-"Everyone?"

-"I'm not the best at socializing."

-"Really? Yet when you blew up a castle instead of talking to the princess in a campaign, it seemed normal to me." He joked.

-A laugh escaped.

-"And you?" he asked.

-"Me?"

-"Your job?"

-"Proofreader."

-"For books?"

-"Yes, I read, annotate, and correct."

-"No humans."

-"Exactly."

-"Would you like to add me? I'm not super comfortable with everyone seeing this."

-"Why?"

-Stupid. I should have accepted without questioning.

-"To prevent everyone from knowing the secrets of the sexiest elf on the discord."

-Always there to catch my blunders.

-I accepted it even though suddenly there was added pressure, what to say when there's a pause?

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-"A dragon arrives and—"

-My eyes glanced at my notifications. Kyle was in the campaign but—

-"The narration is terrible, isn't it? The guy has been stuck on the dragon for thirty minutes while Théis killed it."

-He was writing to me. Like someone whispering in your ear during class.

-"Yes, Roxanne is a beginner, but she'll get there."

-"So kind."

-"Not really, one day I insulted a game master."

-"Oooh, a gangster among us?"

-"Never, besides, you'd arrest me, wouldn't you?"

-The ellipses seemed to linger.

-"I wouldn't mind."

-Oh.

-"I don't want to end up in a secret government cave."

-"Caves are old school, we have containers now."

-"I don't know if you're joking."

-"Classified."

-"Gaz…"

-"I'll keep the secret, I think you won't have a choice but to be arrested by me someday."

-"… it won't happen."

-"Why?"

-"I haven't committed any crimes."

-"Not even indecent exposure? I thought you were 45 years old and hiding in bushes naked."

-"For that, I'd have to leave my house."

-"Quite the homebody?"

-"You could say."

-"I'm the same, I don't like going out much."

-It's different. I didn't know what to add, so I let him continue the conversation.

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-"Still into your nerd stuff?"

-Gaz looked up at Soap.

-"It's not nerd stuff." Gaz said.

-"Dragon, princess, elf, discord all mixed together. It's nerd stuff. "Ghost replied

-"Dressing up as a skeleton at Hot Topic too, L.t."

-"Ooh, I wouldn't have liked that. "Soap laughed. "But seriously, don't you think about doing it for real? I mean, gathering around a table."

-"They think about it, but we all live in different parts of the world."

-But it would be amazing. Maybe he could even hear Silent's voice, see them…

-"Hm." Johnny said with a smirk

-"What?"

-"It sounds like you have someone in mind."

-"I don't have anyone in mind."

-"Not even an elf you get along with, Garrick?" Ghost retorted

-"I- we're a duo, it

-"It's different."

-"I mean it, we just get along."

-"So if you check discord in a military bar at 11 p.m., it's not to reply to him second by second?"

-"Shut up," Gaz said as the two laughed.

__________________________

-"You're not participating anymore?"

-I ignored his message.

-Three months.

-Three long months of descent, of confinement, of discomfort, of crises.

-Everything was too much.

-Crowds, outside, errands, people.

-My lungs constricted at the thought of meeting someone's gaze. My eyes avoided every contact. My lips were dry from lack of words.

-"I admit that campaigns suck without you," he had written.

-That was two weeks ago.

-"I refused to play with Théo, he wanted to take your place," he had sent.

-That was three months ago.

-"The office GIF."

-Three weeks.

-He… Gaz had never stopped.

-No matter the views, the winds, his boldness didn't stop.

-I was confused.

-Usually, people quit after a month.

-They had better things to do, and I understood. The burden of my social anxiety was mine and shouldn't inconvenience them.

-So why was Gaz standing there carrying this burden unknowingly? Coming back every day, bearing a heavier load…

-"hey."

-Three letters.

-Too short.

-Too dry.

-"Sorry." I continued.

-For what?

-I didn't deserve his forgiveness, I knew it.

-"Glad to see you're back :)" he replied.

-A tear rolled down my cheek.

-"thank you." I replied by text.

-For staying.

-For not asking questions.

-For welcoming me.

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-"Sorry, I was at the hospital, do you think I can join the campaign or not?" he had sent.

-My eyebrows raised.

-"No. Wait, you're just out of the hospital and your concern is DnD?"

-"I should really stay by my favorite elf's side."

-"Gaz, seriously, are you okay?"

-"Fractured ribs."

-"Ouch."

-"Broken arm."

-"Wait, what—"

-"And a bullet in the thigh."

-"Wtf."

-"But I'm fine."

-"No."

-"I assure you, I've had worse."

-"And???? You need to rest, not focus on rolling dice to defeat Mindflyers."

-"…but I have no distractions."

-"I'm here."

-"You're in the campaign."

-"No."

-"Wait, what—"

-"I- I saw you were absent so I didn't…join that one."

-"But you only play on that day."

-"I know. But it's not the same without you."

-I didn't know he was currently smiling like an idiot.

-"Thanks, Silent."

-"No worries. Besides, I was also coming out of the hospital."

-"WHAT?! Why didn't you start with that?!"

-"It's ridiculous."

-"No, are you okay?"

-"It's awkward."

-"Oh, serious awkward or-?"

-"No, I'm used to it. I- I took the tram and I couldn't handle it, the crowd was too big, I passed out inconveniencing a hundred people, embarrassing."

-"That's not embarrassing."

-"Yes, I made people late, Gaz."

-"And??? It was for your health."

-"No, I should've known I couldn't handle taking the tram. It's been two years since I couldn't do it, I shouldn't have tried again."

-"Two years?"

-Shit. I said too much.

-"Forget that."

-"Wait, no. You help distract me when I'm on base, I can listen to you in return :)! "

-"There's nothing to say, I don't handle social stuff, that's all."

-"So, your mic, that's it?"

-"Yes."

-"My sister has it too."

-"Has what?"

-"Social anxiety."

-"I see."

-"I know it's different for everyone, but don't give up. Honestly, it's a huge step, right? Taking the tram after two years. Surely you wouldn't succeed all at once, I mean it's like rolling a 20-sided die hoping for a 35."

-I snorted.

-"Nerd."

-"You're a nerd too, Silent."

-"yes, I- I just thought I could succeed, tell myself I could do it."

-"You did it."

-"I passed out."

-"So what? next time can't be worse."

-"Yes, if I have another one."

-"Then you'll have another one, I'm sure you'll manage. Look, I can even show you a tutorial."

-I furrowed my brows and saw a video. A man in an apartment, a cast on one arm, his face cut off from the frame.

-"Quick tutorial for falling on a tram. So lesson 1, stand next to a tall person. We want a good pillow when we fall, so tall people are perfect. Then manage the fall. Fall on the person, not forward. We want to avoid a bloody nose. Especially if there are vampires on the horizon." Gaz said in the video.

-He lay on the ground pretending to fall.

-"Step three, play dead to see sexy firefighters and avoid stares, and step 4 get taken home while flexing in the truck."

-I snorted.

-"Wow, thanks for the tutorial."

-"I know, I know. Passing out pro here."

-"Do you often fall on fridges?"

-"Hm, considering the build of my colleagues, you could say that."

-"Are they as tall and wide as a fridge?"

-"My L.T. yes. With Soap, we even thought he was an android, I mean it's not human to be that built."

-"You look fit too."

-"Oh, a compliment?"

-"Gaz, I-"

-"But yes, honestly, I try to do his routine but I think his genetics play a big part."

-"Shame, no Fridge Gaz then."

-"No, you'll have to settle for Normal Gaz."

-A smile slowly spread across my face.

-"Thanks for the video, it was funny."

-"You're welcome. Plus, if I can flex with my favorite elf."

-"I'm not an elf."

-"Nothing proves me wrong."

-"Gaaaaaazzzz"

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-"Who are you posing for? "

-"No one."

-" So shirtless, sunlight, flexed arms for no one? Damn, don't tell me it's for your mom. "

-"SOAP!"

-" I'm just asking, man."

-" It's for Silent. "

-"Oh, your magical voiceless elf."

-" It's not— "

-"Yes, yes, not a magical elf, I know, no need to give me another DnD lecture."

-Gaz sighed.

-His selfie was good.

-Shirtless, in the sand, sun rising.

-He looked good.

-But he was nervous.

-What if it was too much?

-After all, this little game of sending each other sunrises or sunsets had started by chance.

-Silent had told him the view was beautiful and sent him a sunset from their window.

-Gaz replied with one from Las Almas, and eventually whenever he went to a new country, he would send a photo.

-But now… maybe it was too much?

-Sending his face.

-Price would kill him.

-But he wanted to progress the relationship.

-Maybe his face could appeal to Silent, they would send him a voice note or even a selfie back?

-"Is this too much? "

-"Hm? "Soap asked confused.

-"This photo, is it too much? "

-"For a thirst trap?"

-" To say hello."

-" It depends on the hello. "

-"Hello as in "I'm showing you my face for the first time." "

-"Oh, maybe. I thought it was a "hello, did you sleep well because look what I could bring to your bed" kind of thing. …But if I received this photo, I'd be happy. "

-"Soap. "

-"I mean, man, you're handsome."

-" Soap. "

-"Plus, who would say no to your abs? "

-"No need to- you know what, I'll send it. "

-"Also, you—"

-Gaz ignored him and sent it.

-Damn, he hoped everything would be fine.

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-Beautiful.

-Too beautiful.

-My eyes scanned that smile not knowing what to do.

- How could someone like that end up playing DnD?

-I closed the conversation.

-I am…. Out of his league.

-So much.

-I could barely bring myself to look at my mirror.

-I knew what I would see there.

- My rolls, my thighs, my stretch marks, my horrible hair, this disproportionate face.

-I'm not ugly.

- But I'm not…I'm not like him

-. I'm the second choice, I'm aware of that.

-I don't get free compliments.

- Nobody turns back to look at me. I'm just…there.

-And him.

- He seemed so radiant, so kind. Damn, I wasted his time.

__________________________

-"So? " Soap asked

-"It's been two weeks with no response."

-" Ouch. "

-"It's not— Sometimes it happens, I think they are doubting."

-" Doubting what? "

-"Themselves. They…before every message, they take 5 minutes to rewrite it, every syllable is thought out and then I send this out of nowhere, I didn't handle it well."

-" You couldn't have known, Kyle. "

-"Yes. YES, I could and I messed up. They told me about their anxiety and then I send them a half-naked photo when I've never even heard their voice. "

-"Try to talk to them then. hmph."

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-"hey."

-My eyes hesitated.

-"hey." I finally replied

-" For the selfie, I can explain. "

-"No, I- it's not your fault."

-" Yes, honestly, I screwed up" he texted back

-". No, I've been looping again. "

-"You- "

-"seeing you, it was…good, really, but too good." I answered.

-" Too good?"

-"I feel- Illegitimate to talk to you. "

-"what- "

-"You're so- beautiful, and smiling and nice, and the only thing I do is disappear for days and turn up out of the blue. I-"

-" And it's okay, we talked about it." he said.

-" But you deserve better as friends."

-" I decide what I deserve, Silent. And no one beats you. "

-"…I- I don't know what to say. "

-"Send me your sunset :) I haven't had mine."

-Damn. A tear rolled down and I took my phone and sent my sunset. How can someone be so adorable?

-"Perfect." he replied

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-He had continued to send his face on the sunsets. It was stupid, but I waited every time he could and I rewatched them.

-However, it had been three months of silence. I wasn't worried, he was probably on a mission somewhere.

-By a stroke of courage, I had put my phone down to take a photo with the sunset.

-He wouldn't see it. I would delete it.

-But for a moment, I felt beautiful. The sunlight on me warmed me, my outfit was cute, my curves were beautiful.

-I sent it. I would delete it tomorrow. After all, Kyle had said it could last four months.

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-"Hey, everything alright, mate?"

-"They're amazing."

-"Lasswell or tony ? For Lasswell of course, why do you think her wife is—"

-"Look."

-Soap raised an eyebrow and glanced at Kyle's phone.

-"Oh, oh."

-Kyle couldn't tear his eyes away from his screen

-. During the mission return, he had picked up his phone and seen a notification. Clicking out of habit, he saw it.

-their smile, their hair, their body. My god.

-"Lucky bastard." Soap said.

-They were perfect. And their belly, their hips, everything was beautiful. Kyle had always preferred curvy people, it was a fact.

-Sure, he had imagined that silently they could be one, but the fact that it was true… It filled his heart with joy.

-"They… damn. "he murmured, zooming in on every detail.

-Mole or freckle, he observed every pixel.

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-"So the elf wasn't the only one sexy." he texted.

-I raised an eyebrow at the notification as I woke up.

-"Hm?"

-"The photo. "he replied.

-Oh fuck.

-"You saw it?"

-"Yes, I shouldn't have?"

-"I thought of deleting it before, I—"

-"Oh."

-"But did you like it?"

-"Yes. you— I— honestly, I can't stop looking at it. you look radiant."

-He was lying. -No?

-"And that outfit is amazing on you, really."

-It hugs everything, why… why is he complimenting that?

-Usually, people say "those jeans make you look thinner than you are" "you look better in loose clothes" "hide your rolls".

-"Thank you."

-" I have to admit I'm so relieved. I mean if you ended up being a 40-year-old, I wouldn't have been so confident I think."

-"Oh really, wrinkles and gray hair aren't your thing?"

-"No, I'm more into curves and people my age."

-"Damn, I was about to confess that I was 70 years old". I joked.

-"I can make exceptions, but only for elves."

-"I'm lucky then."

-"Very. I— I hope to have more, or occasionally."

-"Of?"

-"Photos of you, it's more beautiful than a sunset."

"-oh."

-A warmth spread to my cheeks, a smile settling in.

-"ok."

-"ok?"

-"Okay."

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-"Do you think I'll hear your voice someday?"

-It was late, or early for him and late for me.

-"I don't know."

-showing my face in a photo…

-I could control that, take back the photo, delete it, edit it. But talking…

-Talking is taking up space.

-"I imagine it smooth."

-"My voice?"

-"Hm, like a stream, it rocks slowly."

-"I might have a smoker's voice."

-"That would suit you too."

-"Maybe one day then."

-"I'm looking forward to that."

_____________________

-Those were the last words sent from him.

-No more contact.

-His absence wasn't due to missions, he had confessed to me that he was off the day before.

-So he had decided to stop.

-I tried to find excuses, before accepting the reality of it.

-Days passed and I hoped he would come back.

-Maybe he was like me, needing time to recover.

-Maybe he was hurt.

-Everything was silent.

-When four months had finally passed, I understood.

-He had grown tired of the silence. I held back a sob and closed the discussion.

-A stab wound would have been better I think.

-To ease the constant pain and intense questions in my mind.

-What had I done wrong? Was I too much? Did I ask the wrong question? Should I have kept quiet?

-Everything was spinning and I finally closed the app. damn.

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-My feet led me to the publishing house.

-Today I had to make the final corrections for Madame Lasswell before her vacation with her wife Kate.

-Hesitant, I knocked on her door.

-An "enter" was heard and I entered the already crowded room.

- A mustached man in a beanie, a masked man, a mullet, Kate, and Gaz were watching me.

-My eyes betrayed my surprise at his presence. What was he doing here? Why now? How should I react?

-"Y/n, sorry for the crowd. I guess you have it."

-"Yes ma'am."

-My voice barely above a whisper was usual for Jocelyn. I handed her the manuscripts.

-"We're going to drink at the bar downstairs, do you want to come?"

-Come? To a crowded place, surrounded by drunk people, constant noise, blinding lights with the icing on the cake being a guy who blew me off for the year?

-"No, I'm busy tonight, sorry."

-"No problem."

-Slowly my heels turned, I took the elevator but I heard footsteps. Kyle was with me.

-"I was on a mission."

-"hm."

-"I know I told you no, but he… there were quite a few problems and I had to leave, I didn't have time to warn you, it dragged on, Ghost broke my phone by sitting on it with his stupid hard ass, and we just got back from the airport actually. Lasswell, Kate finally— she works with us so that's why I'm here"

-A silence stretched, he took a breath.

-"you didn't have to explain… I mean after the word mission, I understood I was wrong."

-"I wanted to be clear."

-"I should have asked and sent you messages."

-"No, it's okay, it must have seemed suspicious. I ask for your voice, you say no, and I disappear. The conclusion was logical."

-"but it wasn't the right one."

-"It's okay, we're here, aren't we?"

-"yes."

-The elevator rang, the door opened. Hesitant, I watched him.

-"I love it." -"hm?"

-"your voice."

-"Oh."

-"I… you're really busy tonight or…"

-"No, I just don't like…"

-"The crowd."he guessed

-"Hm."

-"I— I can invite you for dinner? At my place, we'll grab takeout, no crowds, no one to see us."

-"That sounds like the pitch of a serial killer."

-He widened his eyes. I snorted.

-"Okay, you got me." he chuckled.

-" At your place sounds good. Better than a restaurant." I admitted.

-"Cool, so…"

-"Shall we go then, yes". I murmured as he finally released the elevator button and we stepped out of the elevator.

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-At his place, everything was calm.

-Not me.

-How should I stand? Too close? Too far? What to talk about? And what if I'm boring in the end? What to order? Does he like seafood or is he allergic? My eyes focused on every detail and…

-Everything's fine.

-His hand on mine, he took the initiative for the restaurant to order, asking me my preferences, and we waited for the delivery guy.

-Slowly, he asked questions about my work. I mastered it.

-And slowly everything unfolded naturally.

-Sitting on his couch, his hand not letting go of mine, he drew circles with his thumb while talking.

-I liked that. In groups, I liked… listening.

-People like to talk about themselves and I like listening to that, not participating, and Gaz understood that in such an impressive way.

-Occasionally, he asked questions in return, gauging my desire to speak, I answered and this back and forth held until the food arrived.

-Maybe everything would turn out for the best.

-Standing in front of his door, I didn't know what to add to this evening.

-A not-so-stranger, three years of virtual chat and now I was unable to figure out the right goodbye on his doorstep.

-Hesitant, we observed each other.

-"I hope we'll do this again."

-"Yes. "I replied.

-He stepped forward.

-I remained still, his face close to mine. -Kiss? Cheek? Goodbye? Whisper? -Which action would he choose? -I wished for a dice to decide, a title, or a "Gaz approves".

-"May I?"

-Oh. -I nodded. -His hands on my hips, he placed a brief kiss on my lips. -"I'm glad we managed to break the silence." -"me too."

-Perhaps, after all, I wouldn't return to my solitary silence tonight. His hands guiding me back to his apartment and the door closing behind us.

-I could easily guess that a die had just been thrown for a long evening and we both seemed to have the right score.

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got some unexpectedly heavy news, I'll see yall when I see yall

[bsydelver]

PART 2- Tamaki Amajiki x Alt/gothic reader.

———>part 1

COLLAB WITH @wolvwa <333 (best plot inventor for real)

MAY BE OOC BUT BARE WITH ME.

Note: Okay, Im actually kinda excited for this chapter bcs Wolfa made such a cute plot for this part so trust us please with this one even if I barely write/wrote fluff 🙏

Warnings (?): Writer should not be labelled a writer, english isn’t my first language, reader slowly falls in love kinda, Mirio and Nejire just being Tamaki’s friends idk how to explain, reader is cute lowkey wanna be Tamaki (hj)

Summary: The four of you are hungry and go to a nice place then follow up and buy things from the cafeteria on campus until something happens and- okay just read.

As Mirio stepped in, a call for him that Nejire did and filled the room with followed. Tamaki lifted his head up too to look at Mirio who was visibly waiting for the room to calm down before fixing his mouth to say anything. Before you could greet him, you couldn’t help but notice the huge bag he was carrying on his back: what would a student be carrying that was this big for some chill out at a dorm with friends, you being you of course, you chose to question him about it; you always started your known interrogations with something simple, “Hey Mirio!” Nejire and Mirio both looked at you and it didn’t take long before Tamaki joined them (he couldn't miss this opportunity after all), “Y/n! How are you?” Mirio replied back, it was simple as you had initially expected- that exact moment was the time to actually ask: “If you don’t mind me asking; your bag looks rather bigger today, what do you exactly have in there?” your tone came off concerned for some reason which made the two other people who had been present before Mirio’s entrance in the dorm at that moment seem even more invested than you were, “Oh yeah!” Mirio let down his bag which kind of made a loud bang on the floorboards but it was much quieter than you predicted it would be actually, “I brought a board game for us to play,” as Mirio said that, you could see stars form in Nejire’s eyes and you couldn’t resist letting out a half smile: they were your closest friends after all and seeing them happy made you happy as well.

Due to Nejire’s obvious excitement, al though not expressed by her directly, Mirio layed out the game without any context and just ordered you guys to pair up into two groups of two people- but he basically hadn’t given you the choice as he had picked Nejire immediately, leaving you and Tamaki. Dice started rolling and true rivalry begun, there was nothing labelled as friendship when it came to you and the group’s board game matches. The only trustable person you had was Tamaki and you didn’t want to waste that, you both gave each other mutual ‘time to finish this’ glances through out the games and a few smiles as well, mostly from your side- but Tamaki had mustered up the courage a few times to actually form some as well. The thing that intrigued you the most though during this intense game were the (not-very-well-hidden) hidden smirks and glances Mirio and Nejire gave Tamaki: were the three of them planning on 3 versus 1 against you, were you just that good?! You decided not to look too much into it though as one hour had went by and your victory was officially confirmed and Mirio packed up the board with a quote-on-quote “disappointed face” that you just scoffed at in a playful manner. You looked at the person who preformed amazingly, Tamaki, and signaled him to do a fist bump which resulted in a few seconds of silence before he raised his fist up to complete the bump part of it.

Mirio’s stomach rumble escaped as he was putting the game back in his bag, you rolled your eyes and did a small giggle, “I heard this new place opened and does deliveries to our campus and we don’t need approval if I remember correctly since they partnered with principal Nezu!” You blurted out in order for you not to seem evil for that giggle that came out from you earlier accidentally (or on purpose, only you knew the answer to that); the group all agreed to your suggestion and after you contacted that new restaurant, you all ran out of the dorm with the idea that by the time you reach the drop off spot at campus, the order would be there.

You guys were right for once actually and you took the order and rushed to your ‘signature’ bench to eat there before anybody else could sit there and claim the place. Everyone slowly opened their order like it was some mysterious box, and they technically were since you had never tried from this place. You noticed that Tamaki had looked at you before taking a bite of his meal, you just smirked at the thought of it and how cute yet simple he was, both were traits you never thought would be coming from him at the time you didn’t know him as much (maybe cute but on a minimal scale, MAYBE). Everyone was digging in, especially Mirio, and you could tell it wouldn’t be the last time you guys would order from that place. Everyone’s mouthes were too full to say anything, all of you guys basically looked like hamsters with nut-stuffed cheeks that were puffed out; Tamaki pulled out a tissue as he chewed and after he swallowed, you could see him start mouthing something to you, “Y/n,” he didn’t continue and just pointed at a spot on his own left cheek, it was obvious now that you think about it but at that moment you were too focused on something else to process what Tamaki was hinting towards. Tamaki layed down his food and took off his gloves, still holding the same tissue, and leaned towards you- gently wiping the parallel spot on your face which he had been pointing at on his own face previously, his fingers were cold yet gave you warmth and before you could thank him: he pulled a similar product to the one you used for your makeup and handed it to you, "I carry this with me just in case of emergencies for you," you smiled at the small yet thoughtful gesture and properly thanked him after swallowing your food which you had been slowly chewing on since Tamaki’s wiping without taking notice.

You all headed back to your dorm and not Nejire’s this time after the much-needed meal with initial plans on a movie night with snacks- recommended by Nejire and Mirio. Something was missing though; it was the snacks part of the whole thing, Nejire quickly took action for this horrible “mistake” she had done and informed you and the group that her and Mirio would be going out to buy some and that Mirio needed to go out anyways to get his bag from Nejire’s dorm. You closed the door behind them with an exhale and looked behind you to find the indigo-haired boy sitting on the floor of your room in awe of the uniqueness of it, there was a contrast between you and him: he was always really quiet and just kept to himself unless you were really close to him and you found that fascinating to you, but you were open about your personality and interests and that always seemed to amaze Tamaki and admire you. Your footsteps quickly cut his observation off though and he had realized you both were alone and for God knows how long you’d be, Nejire and Mirio were menaces for this and they knew exactly what they were doing. You looked down at the distressed Tamaki and decided to sit down beside him to offer some comfort if needed, “Wait I have an idea,” something came over you and you opened the record player you had to practically beg the school to allow for months before they actually did to play ‘Lucretia My reflection’ (wr:sorry had to pull out one of my favs) you put out your hand for Tamaki and pulled him up and started moving ‘with’ him to the beat, you realized he was lost though and decided to take it upon yoursef to be the one to teach him dancing. You told him to follow along with your steps and taught him all you knew and all with a smile on both of your faces. Tamaki was always captivated by you, everything about you felt so different to him yet attractive and to have the opportunity to participate in the uniqueness you carried within you was an honor to him.

[keep-me-pregnant]

My Pregnancy blog!

Info about this blog MUST READ:

This blog is an rp based fantasy blog, I repeat this entire blog is 100% fictional. I, The creator, have a very intense pregnancy kink but due to health issues am not able to actually get pregnant so I made this blog to live a fictional life where I can.

Any and all posts/messages will be made in character unless specified otherwise so PLEASE keep that in mind when interacting with my posts, sending asks, or messaging me in DMs

Info about the creator:

The person behind the screen who runs this blog is a bisexual transgender man who still wants to feel a connection to his femininity in a sexual matter. This means while running this blog I, the creator, will be using a female persona named Violet. When making posts or talking about myself I will be doing so in character and will use woman, female, girl, she/her and other feminine terms. Any and all interactions with this blog will be, for all intents and purposes, with a woman.

I also run two other blogs, one that focuses on my other kinks in a feminine light like this one and my main one where I explore my kinks in a masculine light as a trans man, you can follow them here

@virgin-vixen-valerie

@breedable-blake

Info about my persona:

When working on this blog I will be using a persona, her name is Violet and she is an 18 year old college student. She's a cis heterosexual woman who’s favorite color is purple. She is white, 5’5 and has long brown hair and blue eyes. Her body type is slim at 145lbs with 34C breasts and a plumb booty. Her #1 goal in life is to be a baby factory and to be pregnant every year of her fertile life. And yes, she comes from a rich family.

Rules/Guidelines:

This is an 18+ blog, meaning NO minors allowed! I want to make that VERY clear.

If a post does NOT contain the OOC tag is is 100% FICTION

The creator will NOT be posting pictures of himself, do not ask for them.

For immersion sake I might include online and public photos of others for outfits, baby bump updates, etc. These photos are NOT of the creator but they will be treated as if they are real pictures of my persona, Violet.

This blogs DMs are always open, they will always be answered in character.

This blogs asks are always open and anon is on, they will always be answered in character.

All are welcome to send asks interacting with Violet and fucking her, just don’t let them get too lengthy and refrain from posting more then 3 in a row.

When sending an ask make sure to include “(action)” or “(speaking)” AT THE TOP to signify whether you are simply talking to or doing said action to Violet

If you wish to be recognized as reoccurring asker please sign off with an emoji

Pregnancy and other mechanics under cut OPTIONAL READ:

How it works:

All aspects of fertilization, pregnancy and birth are based on a chance system of me rolling a dice when prompted. Chances are listed below.

Insemination:

Everytime Violet receives a cream pie I roll 1d20. The day of the week and number rolled determines if she gets pregnant or not.

Sunday = 6 or lower 

Monday = 4 or lower 

Tuesday = 2 or lower 

Wednesday = Only 20

Thursday = 2 or lower 

Friday = 4 or lower 

Saturday = 6 or lower

If I roll a 20 she will get pregnant with a single but will show 0 signs until she starts labor, aka a cryptic pregnancy.

Number of babies:

If Violet gets pregnant I will then roll 1d100 for the amount of babies for the current pregnancy.

Singles = 31 - 99

Twins = 16 - 30

Triplets = 6 - 15

Quads = 1 - 5

Impregnator's choice = 100

Gender of Babies:

I will flip a coin for each baby to determine the gender at birth

Heads = Female

Tails = Male

When responding to a prompt where Violet receives a cream pie I will include the dice rolls and their results in parentheses at the bottom.

When is a pregnancy discovered?

Violet is constantly taking pregnancy tests, she will get a positive on day 2 or 3 of pregnancy. (unless a 20 is rolled for insemination in which she will get a false negative)

How long does pregnancy last?

Approximately 9 real life days, about a day for each real month of pregnancy. The days will be treated as if it's been a month for Violet. She will give updates as days progress.

Labor:

Starting day 8 of pregnancy I will roll once a day to determine start time of labor. It will last 1 day then I will roll for birth

Day 8 = 4 or lower (early)

Day 9 = 8 or lower (on time)

Day 10 = 12 or lower (little over)

Day 11 = 16 or lower (over)

Day 12 = guaranteed (very over)

Birth:

Speed:

Determines how many posts I will make regarding current birth.

Instant = 1 (1 post)

Fast = 2 - 5 (2 - 3)

Normal = 6 - 15 (4 - 5)

Slow = 16 - 19 (5 - 6)

Snail = 20 (6 - 7)

Type:

Determines how much Violet will enjoy the current birth.

Orgasmic = 1

Pleasurable = 2 - 5 

Normal = 6 - 15 

Painful = 16 - 19

Agonizing = 20

Postpartum:

The day after birth Violet will not be engaging in any kind of vaginal sex and she will not be fertile. The next day she will be ready for sex but will not be fertile, third day she will resume her fertility cycle.

What happens to the babies?

Violet keeps them and names them all. She has nannies to help raise them, yes you can give them names.

Have questions or ideas? Feel free to reach out.

[0coffeeplease0]

BOOOOOOO

did I scare you

Anyways a headcanon about the forsaken crew ( can be survivors or killers or both I ain't complaining) reacts to a stretchy reader (example: plastic man,luffy,Elastigirl,mister fantastic)

-by Mr bobby

Sure :D BTW I don't know if it's what you expected😭 *I said as Y/N stretched her arm out and dragged me to an asylum*

Forsaken Survivors + Killers x Stretchy GN Reader

Note: idk :p ooc characters

Warnings: None unless you are uncomfortable about people being stretchable ig, SWF/Fluff

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Survivors

Noob

•Noob would think that your ability is so cool, but he is a bit worried that you might stretch your arm to try and snatch his food away.

•Noob is grateful that you have that ability due to you saving his life multiple times when he was at the brink of death.

•He would definitely try to convince you to play pranks on the others, of course he would plan them and you would do them.

•He wonders if he can use you as a jumping rope...

•Noob would stay by your side on rounds, especially when he is in high spaces, if he is ontop of somewhere high he will use you as a parachute to escape the killer as he had fractured some of his bones from jumping off from one of the tall buildings in a map

Elliot

•He'd be a bit freaked out especially when you can stretch yourself and make yourself look like some human worm.

•Elliot had once stepped on you but he hadn't noticed because you were on the floor, stretched out like some carpet. It wasn't then that he looked down and noticed you.

•In round Elliott didn't have to worry much about following you to give you a pizza, he knows that you will stretch one of you arms out to get a pizza. Even if you were far away form where he was.

•Elliot would make you clean the higher places of the cabin since he wasn't that tall to clean the windows that were 10 feet above.

•Elliot isn't one to care about how the cabin looks but he wants to keep some sort of decency.

Guest 1337

•This man does not give a flying f#$% about your ability, he finds it useful but he dosent care.

•The only time he would talk to you was to ask you to turn into a rope to keep the killer down for a few seconds.

•He has tripped because of you multiple time either because you were stretching your hand out to get some pizza from elliot while you were far away, or because you were setting something up.

Chicken man/Shedletsky

•He dosent know how to feel about this.

•He thinks your cool.

•Would abuse your ability and make you bring things to him, if you are kind person, he will ask you to bring things to him, like a chicken in the fridge, a soda ect.

•In one of the rounds as he was fighting with 1eggs, he was getting whooped badly, but thankfully you had stretched your arms out and managed to drag him away from that danger.

Builderman

•He likes you.

•He thinks you're decent.

•Finds your ability very useful.

•in round he would make you stand far away from him while he builds a machine if a killer is about to take him your arms would reach out for him and bring him to your current location making enough time for you both to flee.

Chance

•Cool.

•He dosent really interact much with you.

•Chance would still remember the time you had saved him in one of the rounds. He was flipping his coin but luck wasn't on his side for some reason, and he was now at Weakness XX and he had rolled the dice but he was so unlucky that his health was at 74, and bad enough John doe was the killer.

•The way you had saved him was when John Doe was about to strike at him but you had stretched out your arm and grabbed him by the waist and threw him like a damn baseball towards Elliot and the others so he would stay safe.

•He appreciates ur ability.

Two time

Idk

Dusekkar

Idk

007n7

IDK😓

Killers

1x1x1x1

•They hate you and despise you!

•Because of you they can barley kill any survivors without your stretchy arms snatching them away before he could kill them!

•She is annoyed by you.

John Doe

•He will get angry and frustrated, just let him kill his victims without you taking Thema way before you could take away their life >:(

•He will start targeting you first.

c00lkid

•He gets annoyed that you take away his victims once he will kill them.

•He wonders if you can be a trampoline...

Jason

•dosent care

Mafioso(redisign)

•He would get frustrated by you, he was about to end Elliots life but you had intervene and managed to save the boy.

•Would send his goons to get you first but they always came back to him empty handed and bruised.

Ending note: :) idk

[agonizedembrace]

( ily too mwah )

[lucky-unklucky-gambler]

Take a Chance with me y'all! You might win big ;)

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Welcome do my first (and likely only) Forsaken Roleplay account! Just some ground rules:

-Basic DNI applies as always. Mod is a minor but is okay with suggestive asks, NO EXPLICIT NSFW.

-So long as the ask box is open I'm a-okay with other accounts roleplaying too! Might take me some time if I have other RP's going on. M!Anons are allowed but please set a limit.

-BE RESPECTFUL PEOPLE! I am not used to nor good at acting as other characters that aren't made by me, have some patience and decency.

-To add on the above, don't like my posts or how I portray Chance? Just ignore or block me, it's not that hard.

-I can AND WILL block you if you spam, make me uncomfortable, or break any of my previous rules.

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Current Item List- N/A

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Text guides, tags and character design under cut (might make a HC post later.)

Character Design/Headcanons:

--N/A (W.I.P)

Text Guides:

Chance- Speaking/'Thoughts'

Narration- Speaking

Item acquired- [Speaking!]

Coin flip/ability use- [ Speaking ]

Ooc- ((Speaking)) I will also speak in tags

Tags:

#Money Money Money!- OOC posting

#Roll the dice- General posting

#Heads or Tails?- Asks

#Lucky draw- Reblogs (will likely rarely be used)

#Thanks for the Heal- Elliot Interaction

#Look who's here- Character threads

#Chance Mitosis- Chance Interaction

#Oh? That exploiter?- 007n7 Interaction

#A saving punch- Guest 1337 Interaction

#Just a beginner eh?- Noob Interaction

#Not the cult freak- Two Time Interaction

#Spare some chicken?- Shedletsky Interaction

#There ya are boss!- Builderman Interaction

#Got some magic for me?- Dusekkar Interaction

#What was that about gambling?- 1x Interaction

#What's up with your arm- John Doe Interaction

#The kid bites!- CoolKidd Interaction

#Momma's beast more like- Jason Interaction

#The Void King huh?- Noli Interaction

#To think you were different- Guest 666 Interaction

---More To Be Added---

[pinkslenderfolk]

(Ooc off screen shenanigans for the sillies, assume it happened yesterday :3)

Pink hums as ey take a sip of eir tea.

Ey'd just put Aster to bed a few minutes beforehand. Ey were enjoying the calm and quiet, glad things were as they should be again.

"We ever been on fucking platonic date or whatever?" Wildcard voice cuts in from behind em.

Pink chokes on eir tea, putting it down as ey cover eir mouth, coughing.

"I beg your pardon?" ey sputter out turning to chaotic.

Wildcard's shuffling one of chaotics deck of cards.

Pink silently watches chaotic a moment. "...may I ask when you got here dear."

Luck waves a hand dismissively putting lucks cards away and stealing eir tea.

"Don't fucking worry about it Ace, not long."

Ey give luck a flat look as the other drinks eir tea.

"I will worry about it since this isn't my house Wildcard."

Ey raise an eyebrow, unimpressed as Wildcard gags on the taste of eir tea. "My tea, dear." ey hold out a hand for eir cup back.

Wildcard huffs handing it back to em, if dice had eyes, dice would roll them. "Eugh...fuck it's mint...ya, ya, have your gross as shit tea back." grimacing at the taste.

"Thank you." ey say flatly, drinking eir tea as Wildcard plops cardself in one of the other chairs at the table.

Pink sighs. "Now...as for your question, no we have not. Neither of us ever explicitly stated any time together was a platonic date. What brought this up?"

Wildcard frowns, fiddling with one of lucks rings. "A fucking 'anon' asking weird ass questions, how the fuck would I know if we had though???" Wildcard grouses.

"The same way we decided what we have is a QPR ne m'oublie pas, fleur. By talking about it and being upfront and open."

Wildcard grumbles slouching into cards arms as card glares at em....it's more of a pout really.

"...fucker."

Pink says nothing sipping eir tea.

They sit in relative silence for a few minutes, Wildcard absently tapping chaotics claws as Pink enjoys eir tea.

Wildcard mutters something incomprehensible.

"...I need you to speak up if you want me to understand you dear." Pink tells card gently.

Wildcard growls sitting up tense as luck growls lucks words out. "Would you want to go on one?!?"

Pink pauses a moment before responding.

"...on a date dear?" asking to make sure eir understanding the other.

"Yes, a fucking...platonic date thingy."

Pink raises an eyebrow at dice. "Would you want to?"

Wildcard scowls hunching in on diceself.

"If you dont want to just fucking say so, Ace."

Pink puts eir tea down with a sigh. "That's not what I said, my dear. I asked if you wanted to. I'm not opposed to the idea; however, I'd be just as content if we didn't."

Luck slumps back onto the table scowling. "...fuck if I know."

Pink puts a hand on lucks.

"And that's alright dear, you can take your time to think about it. There's no rush."

Wildcard just huffs, tendrils swaying behind card.

"Ya, ya..."

"......may I ask now how you got in dear, I thought Daisy was out."

Wildcard grins. "Easy. I picked the lock."

"WILDCARD."

[hra-official]

[OOC] After once again wrangling with LaTeX to create a command for tech action boxes and to make it actually compile my increasingly long project (damn Overleaf and it's stingy ass compile time for free users!) the fifth license and sixth mech from HRA is finally in presentable shape in the newest version of the supplement's PDF

It just needs a little dusting and it should be ready to go either tonight or tomorrow morning.

The new arrival, the PLANTHOPPER, is a Support/Controller which has actually a negative Tech Attack and low Save Target, but can charge up a bonus to either by taking actions that improve the dice rolls of allies.

It's most obvious synergies are with Leader, Sysop, and Spotter, but between its traits and systems, it should hopefully be a good fit for any support build, or even for a hybrid Artillery/Controller with it's Seeking Incursor Nexus whose range scales off of Tech Attack.

For the lore I decided to move away from the usual descriptions of frugal but solid equipment to delve into the way Empathic talent, but in the sense of connection to Witness and as a paradigm, is and can be used in fighting: just one of the systems you get at LL1 allows one of your allies to aim through your eyes to hit enemies beyomd their Line of Sight.