#i'm not sure how else to tw tag as i do not generally drink or blog about it

[stargatebarbie]

hello tungle dot net i have drunk spirits tonight for the first time in I think 2 maybe 3 years and I would like to say to you all that I love you dearly and genuinely. if we have spoken at all even in passing a guarantee that I think of you often and in high regard. if I have ever like, not responded to you or tumblr equiv of left you on read it is absolutely because I am extremely anxious as a person and also autistic as all get out and do not know how to interact with people in a socially acceptable manner. You are all beautiful incredible people and I would talk to you more if only I knew how. goodnight, and from the bottom of my heart, I love you guys

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober 2023 Day 1 - "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Hello everyone, and welcome to Finn's Whumptober! This is the first of the past fifteen days to come out, and the other fourteen will be releasing every hour on the hour! I've put an incredible amount of work into making these (the first batch is like. 30k words alone-) so if you guys have been craving some of my content, here you go! You're getting plenty nowadays!

GENERAL TWS FOR THE ENTIRETY OF MY STORIES: blood, vomit, beatings, assault, bullying, kinda gorey at some points, other stuff just be careful. I'll go back through and tag each individually if I need to!

Since I'm scheduling these, I won't have the opportunity to add anyone but @splinnters to the tag list, but there's going to be so many of them that I feel like it's going to be easy to find. Hope you enjoy reading all of these as much as I enjoyed writing them!

Words: 2.1k

Jay was bored.

Who knew working a party could be so mind-numbingly boring? The point of parties was to let loose and have fun, and yet here he was, stuck in a dumb stuffy suit in the corner only watching as everyone got more and more drunk off their asses. He sipped at his disappointedly non-alcoholic punch, pretending like he was keeping a careful eye over the rest of the patrons as they danced.

Getting called to watch Cyrus Borg’s work functions was one of the worst things to happen to him in recent times.

“Check in, everyone,” Lloyd said over the comm, and Jay tapped his foot against the ground as he waited for everyone else to sound off. Cole was standing on the entire other side of the room, and Jay had long since given up trying to hold a mime’s version of a conversation with his brother when the earth ninja only gave him an unimpressed stare after the first gesture. At least he was stuck in here with his best friend rather than Kai or Zane; knowing them, he would’ve gotten a full lecture rather than just a look.

A crackle, and then his beautiful Yang’s angelic voice. “Kai and I are clear.”

Part of Jay wanted to chime in and talk to her with a casual conversation about guest gossip, but he had already gotten in enough trouble tonight; he couldn’t start pushing it.

Zane and Pixal both spoke, and then it was Cole’s turn. “Jay and I are clear, although someone needs to start laying off the punch. He’s already almost spilled on himself more than once.”

“Hey!” Jay exclaimed, but he still kept it down so no one would start listening in. It pleased him immensely to hear Nya giggle over the comm, and it took every bit of self-restraint to keep from playing up the act. “I’m doing just fine, thank you very much.”

“Sure you are, bro,” Cole rolled his eyes across the room, and Jay felt his power start to flicker under his skin in frustration. Pushing the lightning down, Jay huffed, checking in with Lloyd before going back to his self-assigned duty of people-watching. At least he had a nice spot next to the punch table.

It wasn’t very long before someone bumped into him, causing his drink to slosh around and over the rim of his glass. Jay turned to face whoever it was, ready to give them a piece of his mind for almost getting punch on his nice shoes (seriously, they were brand-new!), but he stopped when he remembered that these people were all civillians and he did have to at least make an effort to be nice.

Unfortunately.

“I’m so sorry about that,” the stranger said, flashing his pearly whites and readjusting his cuffs. Jay’s danger sense was going off, and he resisted every urge in his body that was screaming for him to run far away from here. This was just a normal guy, so why was he feeling like this?

“Don’t worry about it, no harm done,” Jay chuckled, masking his discomfort with ease. It was one of his most used skills, especially in social situations.

“Surely you wouldn’t mind if I just got you another glass? Anything for a great hero of Ninjago!”

Never accept drinks from strangers, dear, he could hear his Ma say, and Jay always heeded the advice his mother gave him after the Underwear Incident.

He shook his head. “No thank you, don’t worry about it. Go enjoy the festivities, please, I insist.”

A rather cold goodbye for the sociable lightning ninja; Jay hoped that no one else would notice so it wouldn’t end up on the media. What a mess to clean up that would be, and the others already made enough messes online. The man huffed as if Jay had personally offended him, stalking off into the crowd where Jay’s eyes couldn’t be bothered to follow him. Frowning, Jay took another sip of his drink, only to bring it away from his mouth in confusion.

Why did it taste different?

Must be my lightning, Jay thought to himself as he drank it, noticing the previously sweet taste switching to salty. His lightning tended to change his taste buds whenever he suppressed it, just another little quirk of having powers, so this was just another case of that happening.

It definitely wasn’t the case fifteen minutes later.

Jay kept getting dizzier and dizzier as time passed, leaning back on the pillar and relying on it to keep him stable. Everything around him was spinning, the low lights blurring into vague patterns and swirling around on the floor at a speed that he couldn’t comprehend. He could feel the sweat gathering on the back of his neck, hot and sticking to his shirt collar. There were nails being driven into his temples, and he winced as the crowd suddenly cheered when Cyrus Borg came out on the other side of the room to start his speech. Pixal and Zane were on the stage with him, and Jay had to keep himself from screaming as the spotlights followed the three as they walked.

Up until now, he had hesitated everytime his hand went to his comm; he had already pissed Cole off once or twice, he shouldn’t say anything unless it was an absolute emergency.

His vision blacked out for a second, and Jay was suddenly hyperaware of everything happening around him. This wasn’t normal; this was an emergency.

“Cole,” Jay said, swallowing back the spit in his mouth that threatened to spill down his lips. Why couldn’t he feel his lips? Why did his throat feel like it was clogging up with something?

Reaching up with an arm, his brother looked quite bored. “What is it now, Jay?”

“Something’s wrong.”

Jay must’ve forgotten to switch to their private channel, because Lloyd’s voice came through the tinny speaker. “Jay, what’s wrong?”

“I-I’m dizzy,” Jay couldn’t keep himself from stuttering, and he started panicking as his knee gave out from under him. What the hell was in his drink?

Starting to push through the crowd, he could barely pick Cole out from the crowd, only hearing the earth ninja’s voice through his earpiece. “Jay, Jay did you drink something-”

And Jay was crashing to the floor.

Head smacking against the ground, Jay was coughing up spit, reeling from the loud gasp that surged through the crowd at the sight of one of the Ninja collapsing. Even though this was far from the first time that he had hit his head, he still found himself dizzier than before, struggling to ground himself in the forest of suit pants and dresses that he was stuck in. His hands were shaking as they tried to push him up, and he cried out as his elbows stopped working and his head hit the ground again.

Why couldn’t he feel his legs? Panic swarmed through his chest as he tried to wiggle his toes, but he couldn’t tell if it was working.

First Master, he was drugged.

“Move!” he heard two voices at once; one voice in the earpiece and the other through the ear not smushed against the tile. “Move out of the way!”

Other voices were clammering around him, and Jay would’ve yelled for them all to shut up if his tongue didn’t feel like it was a piece of cotton stuffed into his mouth. He was pretty sure he was drooling all on the floor, and he could feel the excess dribbling down his chin when rough hands pulled him upright.

There was Cole, face pinched in worry and hurriedly speaking into his comm. “I have him, he just collapsed and I don’t know why. Shut down the exits and get Borg out of here-”

Jay had to stop listening as the spotlights focused directly into his eyes, and he slammed his eyelids shut as if that were going to do anything. Cole was quick to block out the light, but the damage had been done; Jay leaned to the side and vomited, red punch spurting from his lips along with the small finger sandwiches that he had chowed down on earlier. Some of it landed on some poor patron’s shoes, and Jay opened his mouth to apologize only to upchuck more of his guts. His stomach heaved under the weight of his anxiety, feeling the voices around him change to a disgusted pitch, and the feeling of knowing that all of these strangers were seeing one of their protectors collapse and throw up like some drunkard made him flush with shame.

Something hauled him up from under the armpits, and suddenly he was on the move. Cole was taking him somewhere.

“Can’t take you anywhere without shit hitting the fan,” Cole grumbled, and Jay could feel the tears stinging at his eyes in protest. He didn’t mean for this to happen!

But was it his fault anyway? Could he have done anything to stop the man?

He was sat on some cheap chair a few hallways down, and Jay couldn’t move his arms or legs to try and readjust himself, the numbness spreading from his chest outwards. Cole pressed a warm hand to Jay’s forehead, feeling his cheeks and the back of his neck.

Jay felt so ashamed when he couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks. “Cole, Cole-”

“What happened, Jay?” Cole asked, a serious expression on his face. He reached up to start thumbing away the tears. “Are you drunk? I promise you aren’t in trouble if you are, things happen.”

He shook his head as best as he could. “No, someone spiked it.”

Mouth agape, Cole clicked it shut, fury overtaking his features. “Who. The. Fuck. Spiked your drink?”

“A guy, he ran into me and must’ve put it in my punch,” Jay let out a small sob as the spinning room sped up. “I-I’m so sorry.”

“The only thing you have to be sorry for is not telling me sooner,” Cole stressed, cupping his brother’s cheek when Jay’s head lulled to the side. “First Master, is this why you were so fidgety? I knew something was wrong; I’m the one who should be saying sorry to you.”

Shaking his head, Jay felt the shame swell up even further. “It’s not your fault-”

“No, but I’m still your brother, and I should’ve checked in the moment I thought something was wrong.” Cole clicked his tongue, thumb brushing against Jay’s jaw in a way that had his heart aching. “I gotta check how bad it is, bluebell. How many fingers am I holding up?”

If Jay was being completely honest, it looked like twelve, so that’s exactly what he said. Cole’s worried face was not reassuring in the slightest.

Nya’s voice flowed into his ear, and Jay sobbed. He wanted her, he wanted her so bad. “Jay, honey, I need you to talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Some asshat spiked his drink,” Cole said briskly, shrugging off his suit jacket and draping it over Jay after seeing how hard the blue ninja was shaking. “He’s still conscious, but I don’t think he’s moving anytime soon. We’re in the hallway off to the left of the main room.”

Finally, the severity of the situation hit Jay: he had been drugged. Someone had deliberately sought him out and messed with his drink with ill intentions that Jay could only dream of, even though those dreams would actually be nightmares.

The thought of what could’ve happened if Cole hadn’t seen him go down made him sick to his stomach.

“I’ll be right there,” and Jay felt his lip start to wobble as the sobs rushed up his throat, because he wanted Nya here now and he was scared and he was too cold but too hot at the same time and he couldn’t move and Cole was mad at him and why was his vision tunneling and oh shit was it always this hard to breathe-

A hand tangled itself in his hair, gently freeing it from its prison of hair products as Jay gasped for air. “Stay with me, Bluejay. Nya’s on her way and then we’re getting you out of here. You’re gonna go home and we’re going to spoil you rotten, okay?”

His hands scrambled for something to hang onto, his fingertips unfeeling, and Cole was quick to put his other warm hand into Jay’s as he readjusted the makeshift blanket over Jay’s form. It wasn’t nearly as good as a shock blanket would’ve been but beggars can’t be choosers. Jay forced his body forward, landing clumsily on Cole’s chest as the earth ninja quickly compensated for the extra weight. “I want Nya.”

There was yelling from the main room that made it hard for Jay to hear what Cole was saying. “I know buddy, she’ll be here soon. I’m going to hold you just like this for a little while, okay?”

“Okay,” Jay whispered, feeling the tears start to soak into his brother’s suit, and First Master he hoped it was going to be okay. 

[calethelettuce]

SaSi Prinxiety Week 1/7: The Disney Movie Dispute

Prompt: Movie Nights

Tags: @prinxietyweek

Synopsis: Virgil is against watching Beauty and the Beast for the 7th time this week. Roman just wants to sing the songs. The two banter over the real relationship between Lumiere and Cogsworth. Fluff ensues. Your honor, they're gay. Case closed.

Characters: Roman, Virgil

Relationships: Romantic Prinxiety

Genre: Fluff

TW: None :)

"Roman, come on. This is the 7th time this week!"

Roman slid the DVD into the video player anyway. "You said it was my week to pick the movies, my dear emo!" He declared with a pose and a wink, "And so, I picked one of the best movies to exist!"

Virgil sighed, nestling deeper into his blanket fort. "You say that about every Disney movie."

Roman simply shrugged. "What can I say? Disney is simply a masterpiece in general!"

"Can we at least watch the live action version of Beauty and the Beast? I've seen the animated one so many times I can probably recite the entire script."

"Mm..." Roman thought about it as he plopped down next to Virgil on the couch. "Okay!" And then he got right back up and switched the DVDs.

Virgil could never understand the Prince's logic even if he tried. He hugged his bat squishmallow closer to him as he watched Roman switch out the disks with an odd amount of enthusiasm. How'd he manage to fall for this dork anyway?

The two sides were dressed in their comfiest pajamas, a bowl of popcorn and other snacks at the ready.

Roman grabbed the remote, flopping back onto the couch. "Let us resume our movie festivities!"

Virgil snorted, leaning into Roman's side. "Whatever, Princey, just press play."

The two sides continued in silence for a while, watching the film. Roman placed an arm around Virgil, who was nearly on top of Roman. "You comfy there, Scaramore?"

"..yeah."

"Good!" He ruffled the emo's hair.

"Don't patronize me."

The silence continued for another long while.

"Lumiere and Cogsworth are gay." Roman pointed at the TV screen, a determined look on his face.

Virgil nearly spit out his Monster. "What?"

Roman raised an eyebrow at him. "Have you seen them? The tension is there."

"Yeah, obviously, but why say it out of nowhere?" Virgil took another sip of his drink. "That was so random."

Roman grinned cheekily. "Because it needed to be said!" He proclaimed, squeezing Virgil's shoulder lightly, "Everyone needs to know!"

"..okay then."

They remind me of us. Roman gazed at Virgil for a long, blissful while. Virgil was too busy staring at the TV to notice, and Roman was thankful.

He adored him.

"Y'know, Lumiere reminds me of you."

Roman almost stopped breathing when Virgil said that. No, it had to be a coincidence. Obviously.

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Because you're queer coded, loud, and flirty as fuck." Virgil smirked at him. "That's all."

Roman scoffed. "Well, you remind me of Cogsworth! You're a stick in the mud, cautious, and overly literal!"

The two shared a laugh, enjoying each other's company.

Virgil let out a quiet sigh. "Roman, I know why you said that."

The red-clad side's face turned a bright red. "O-Oh?"

"Mhm. I'm not that block-headed, Princey." Virgil pecked him on the cheek, leaning his head on the Prince's shoulder. "I think it's a neat conclusion."

"Really?" Roman's face was now tomato red. If he had been wearing his sash, the colors could have matched perfectly.

"Sure do. You might be a clueless moron a lot of the time, but sometimes you're pretty smart."

"Hey!" He moved positions so that his head was now in Virgil's lap. The purple-clad side began playing with his hair, gently carding a hand through it.

Roman nearly melted at the touch. What else could you expect from the Romantic side?

"Awh, you're such a dork!"

"Shut up, emo!"

And they laughed, enjoying each other's company.

The movie was left unnoticed for the rest of the night, the boyfriends just living in their own little world.

When Janus found them the next morning, asleep in each other's arms, he wondered how much money he could scam them out of if he took pictures.

For the record, it was about 50 bucks.

~

Idk, I kinda ate this up for doing it in an hour.

[professormingisglasses]

ateezfantasyau! (more to be revealed in the next post hehe)

TW: Nothing I can think of

A/N: I'M BACKKK (ok well not exactly). I have the most important exams of my life coming up soon, but anyways thought I should actually write the ff that I've been teasing for ages. Here's the first chapter babes, gimme your thoughts. I will slow put out the rest of the chapters, but the first few will for sure come out sooner than later. I will also slowly add some lore posts that will help y'all keep track with the world building and give little hints hehe

FINALLY...

Who could be the Demon King I wonder... 😏

CHAPTER ONE

I idle around the bar counter, taking quick glimpses back toward the dance floor. The DJ, surprisingly, knows how to intertwine both the club-hits and the sensual songs in a rhythmic trance. The seating areas were made of huddles of couches line the wall to maximise space for dancing. Which are also surprisingly clean and seemingly un-sticky. Crowds shift between the plush seating to the dance floor. The purple-neons lights glimmer in between the dancing bodies, the pulse of the room is frantic. Ironically, in comparison of the calm that sweeps the bar counter. 

I grumble while taking a sip of my cocktail, “What the fuck is in this drink?”

The bartender that was loitering around hands me a napkin, and flashes me a suspiciously bright smile. His odd stripe of silver hair and rather prominent neck tattoos, are strangely out of place with the rest of the staff.

“But not bad for a beginner,” I offer a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. He pauses as he dries the glasses and looks up, his piercing gaze follows my eyes. “That obvious huh,” he tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. “Unless there is something else that you believe can suffice,’’ I carefully slide my glass across the counter along with a bag of Lunari. He raises both eyebrows this time, a smirk spreads slowly across his face and he peeks into the bags. “This suffices,” he comments as he pockets the bag in his waistcoat. “But I’m afraid, the price you must pay will be much larger,” he states ominously. 

Do they think I was the cause of the body in the attic, if it wasn’t them, then this is much bigger than we think it is. I need his help to get to the bottom of this. 

I finally catch the name tag plastered on the front of the bartender, SAN. From his gelled black and silver hair, to his picture-perfect physique; it made sense that he sent out his General to deal with me. But I have to admit, I didn’t clock him as a coward sending his best soldier as an errand-boy. San guided me past a dark hallway and up dim-lit stairs. San didn’t talk much, that wasn’t his style. He was known to be a man of few words, he minced words as he did with his opponents. “Try not to talk to any of the patrons, it will save you the trouble of joining them,” he warned while opening the door to the drinking section of DARC+AUL. 

He is careful to make sure I do not see a single peek of the things that go on in between each burgundy booth. Gracefully guiding me between the dazed patrons, we reach a dark hallway with rows of antique lamps. An melancholic mist coats the hallway and all of the lamps extinguish themselves one by one leaving a singular lamp lit at the end. 

“Is there a fog machine or?” I turn to pick on the dear general. “You’ll find what you are looking at the end of the hall,” he quickly shuts me down. San excuses himself with a knowing smirk, and disappears off into the darkness of the hallway. 

I quickly make my way down the hallway, sweeping past many doors and lamps to finally reach the last door. The mist creeps up my spine causing a cold sweat to stick to the back of my neck. 

How could I possibly explain this situation to anyone? 

I pause before I open the door, the intricate designs of the doorknob dig into my palm as I tighten my grip. 

No, I have to do this. If I don’t then a war that could destroy this very world will erupt. We cannot afford another war like that. He’s felt the pain of war, he has to understand right?

I push the antique gold knob to enter the room where my audience with the Demon King will take place.

By Celeste, this man better be sane and not some middle-aged fossil creep.

[my-misplaced-stew]

My headcanons for each of the mercs + Miss Pauling

I'm not in a very writing mood so take some of my personal headcanons!

TW: Ask to tag

Scout

So you know how he drinks pretty much exclusively Bonk! ? Imagine what it does to his teeth! So to prevent his teeth from rotting out of his head he brushes his teeth at least 3 times a day, just to be safe. His ma definitely told him off if he went to long without brushing his teeth as a kid. She raised 8 kids! And dental care is expensive as all hell.

Pyro

They're like a crow when it comes to finding shiny stuff on the ground. If they see something glistening in the sun they will put it in a pocket to display in their room later. Doesn't matter if it's considered "trash" or not, if he likes it he will put it in his room! No if, ands or buts about it!

Soldier

Raccoon armys need to be prepared for anything! And they can't be prepared for anything is they're covered in dirt and trash! So Soldier gives all his raccoons a spa day every now and then. At first he tried to give them showers in the community showers but was swiftly banned from the showers with any animal. So he bought [and by bought I mean took from the display outside the store] a little plastic pool just for his raccoons. He fills it up with a hose then let's his little army play in the water.

Heavy

He's skilled at polishing all of his guns, not just Sasha. Sure he might not name all of his secondary weapons but that doesn't mean hes going to neglect them! Knows all the ins and outs of his weapons so he can take the best care of them. Finds the most efficient and quickest ways too. Over all the guy you want to go to if you need some help cleaning your gun, that is if you're close enough with him.

Engineer

So it's already canon that he can play the guitar. But I like to think he can play a few other instruments. Mainly stringed instruments, like the banjo, but he can also play the piano pretty well! Depends on what kind of mokd hes in but he can play a range from old saloon style music to some classical music. Doesn't play the piano very often because where the hell is there a piano in the base?

Demoman

Hes a huge fan of horror movies and horror stuff in general. He already enjoys stuff about cryptids so it makes sense that he loves the horror. Prefers to read as he can find places to stop incase he is interrupted, which is often. But sometimes he just likes to sit down with a bottle of scrumpy and watch a cheesy horror movie.

Medic

He has the skeleton he stole on display in his lab. Why would he even steal a skeleton if he was going to do something with it? It took a while for him to get it standing for the display but he eventually got it! Everyone thinks it's just another plastic skeleton because no one really put two and two together. That is until he mentioned he put the skeleton on display in his lab.

Sniper

It's so so tempting to just say he smokes weed cause it's funny but I wont. I promise. As a child he would go off into the surrounding forest around his house and not come back home until dinner time. He would just walk around, climb trees, poke dead animals with a stick. When he was 10 his parents got his his first bow so he would at least have something to fight with if worst came to worst. He would usually just shoot at the nearby trees until the sun came down.

Spy

He usually just sneaks into town to get stuff done, since there wouldn't be a way to keep a whole dry cleaning service hidden from everyone else. So he disguises himself as a normal citizen, hides his suits under some normal clothing, and then bribes the cleaner to hide the suits and to pretend he never existed. Comes back after a day or two to pick up his clothing, usually disguised as a completely different person. Always makes sure to switch up which dry cleaning business after a few times so no one can track him. He has a very strict plan everytime he needs to go into town.

Miss Pauling

Ok since there's no background info on her I kinda made her on myself. So I like to think that a relative of her's had a run in with the Administrator. Said relative did something bad enough for the Administrator to have them hunted down and to be killed. As kind of a olive branch to spare they're own life, they offered up Miss Pauling to become the Administrator's personal assistant. I believe Miss Pauling was around 17 during all this. The Administrator agreed to taking her in only to kill the relative after the deal was made. She had Miss Pauling trained and taught what to do. Fearing for her life, Miss Pauling pushed herself to her limits which worked in her favor. Now she works for the Administrator for the rest of her life because of a stupid mistake an even stupider relative made.

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

hii!! i was wondering if you could do a fluffy without a trace scenario with san and reader please!! luv your works by the way <3

Hi, hi, love! Right away!!! And thank you so muchhhh, I hope you enjoy!

Vigilante!San and Vigilante!Reader Meeting for the First Time

Vigilante AU

TW: Language

CW: Implied medication use

Y/N Pronouns: Not Specified

Genre: Fluff

[Requests Post] | [Main Masterlist] | [Without a Trace Masterlist]

Word Count: 1.0K

This can be read without reading Without a Trace and will take place prior to the events of the main story

General Tag List: @vickylamore @yeongwvnhi @mizzdivagirl7-blog @sehunnies-hunnie96 @yangsrose @bat-shark-repellant @cloudreads @raeincitizen @here-aeth @lofied @lune1897

Without a Trace: @thatnelsy @sunsethw4

May 20, 2019

"Are you kidding me?" You muttered hurriedly under your breath, seeing your card decline for a second time. You clenched your jaw, it was the beginning of the month so your monthlies must have been billed that morning. You looked at the total on the screen and sighed.

'Note to self, get better at Speed,' you thought to yourself while thinking of the crushing fate that was Jeno dropping his last card on the pile before you. "I'm sorry, I thought my payday was yesterday, hold on, I'm sure I have cash in here somewhere," you dug through your wallet.

"If you don't have cash, I can pay for it for now, (Y/N)," Wooyoung looks over his shoulder to make sure none of his co-workers were watching. "The others won't know, you can just pay me back later."

"No, it's fine," you told him. You'd be damned if Wooyoung tapped into his paycheck for you again. He insisted that it was because of all of the times you saved his ass while you were both working on the field as Cheshire and Spades, but part of it just felt... wrong. "I swear I put a $20 in here somewhere..." you opened your wallet wider.

"I've got it," a voice behind you chirped and you turned quickly. Wearing a basic polo and jeans, part of him screamed danger to you. Maybe you were overthinking it, but every sensible part of you screamed danger, and you wondered if Wooyoung felt it too. You looked behind him but there was no line.

Or maybe it was just the scarf in 81°F weather.

"Oh, really, it's fine, I'm sorry for holding up the line" you shook your head, but his card was already in the reader.

"Add a large mocha latte to that for me," he smiles. You crossed your arms while he finalized the transaction. Wooyoung looked between him and you, and while the stranger's head was down he glanced at you.

"Do you know him?" He mouths. You shook his head and he raises an eyebrow, his mouth forming a small 'o' while he quickly gave a tight-lipped smile when the stranger looked up.

The stranger finished up the transaction and you laughed. You knew exactly what this was.

"Thanks, but no," you shook your head while you both walked to the pick-up table. He looks shocked.

"No what?"

"Just, no. I know what you're going to do next, and the answer is no."

"Well, I was just going to grab my latte and be on the way, nothing else," he shrugs. "Unless you want to do something? I'm free." Oh, he got you there, you walked right into that one.

"Should've seen that one coming," you mumbled. "No, I'm fine, I'm meeting a few of my friends in a moment, do you even know how many drinks you just bought?"

"Five, including mine."

"Were you listening to my order?"

"No, but I did see the drinks on the order screen," he says. "Plus, you can just pay me back later," he says.

"Oh, there's going to be a later?"

"I mean, you can just take a token of my generosity and we can never talk to each other again if you prefer that," he says. There was still something about him that raised red flags in your head, you couldn't describe it. But, then again, maybe red flag wasn't a good way to put it. There was this strange feeling of... familiarity, maybe that was the word. Had you seen him before? You secretly hoped that you could ask someone else discreetly.

"(Y/N)! My best friend!" Jeno and Giselle walked into the café and you waved them over. Talk about luck.

"Mocha Latte for (Y/N)!" Wooyoung shouts and places the drink on the counter.

"That's my cue, so long," the stranger waves goodbye, grabs the drink, and disappears.

"Who was that?" Giselle probes, watching the stranger leave. "You know him?"

"No, not at all," you shook your head. "But he bought all of our drinks."

"What?" Jeno looks around the glass windows to find the stranger. "Huh, you gonna pay him back?"

"I don't know if I can," you hummed.

"(Y/N)! Four coffees!" Wooyoung places the drinks in their holder. You walked up and grabbed onto the holder, but Wooyoung stopped you and pulled the coffees towards him. "I read his name on the card, I can give you his credit information so you can pay him back," he whispers quickly. You pull the holder towards you.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" You whispered back.

"A little, I forgot to take my meds today," he pulled the drinks towards him, "do you want his information or not?"

"How do you even remember his card?" You pulled the drinks.

"I have photographic memory," Wooyoung insists, pulling the drinks again. "You know what, forget it, I'll tell you anyway. His name's Choi San and his credit card number's-"

"Alright, alright, a name is all I need, Woo," you pulled the drinks towards you for the last time and swatted his hands away. "I'll come back tomorrow, I'm pretty sure he'll be here."

"I'll pick up a shift too, didn't he feel sketchy?"

"A little, yeah."

"What do they think?"

"Haven't asked, but I know that look on Giselle's face, she's probably going to ask me to get his number so she can call him."

"Yeah, probably, now go, go. And if he shows up any other time, I'll text you."

"Yeah, yeah," you took the drinks and walked to the normal table.

"Jisung's on his way!"

"You owe me another round of speed, I can't believe you beat me."

[softgreensakura]

Did I really just spend all of yesterday drawing that dream I had? Yes. Yes I did, and you're gonna know all about it (if you want to of course~♡)

~This dream contains lots of fictional crossovers, a couple of OCS and self insert because It's my dream and I get to star in it. There is also a potential body horror TW on page 16? Tagged it anyway just in case!~

Transcript because my handwriting is poo poo.

Dream of Wed 30/3/22. [pg.1]

I thought it was quite interesting, so I attempted to draw as much as I could remember in the best chronological order I could remember.

Setting no.1

Rocky building Bit of isolated coast *other small details not worth including in transcript

Here's how I'm sure it started: [pg.2]

So it seems that I'm aware of what's going on (it's in first person sometimes), but this is actually from May Pokemon's* perspective.

She seemed to be visiting the town with some unnamed/unspecified adult guardians (who were doing something else and were not Norman, or his wife, or Prof. Birch).

Wandering alone. Probably out drinking.

*Cerise dream trope no.1: A Pokémon character or more appears. It is almost always game-verse, not anime-verse.

May hung around the town, [pg.3] exploring old, rocky buildings and enjoying the (early evening/late noon?) view of the town.

(Also no shoes because that's associated with the beach or smth)

Cerise Note: "Personally, I would've given her shoes. She's walking on old ass rocks."

At the same time, on the main beach, [pg.4] (oh God here comes trope no. 2*..😰)...

A certain Dreamscape regular was attractively there, on the beach, and clad in casual nautical-themed summer garb.

Cerise Note: "Not the first time he's worn nautical clothing in a dream..."

STEAL HIS LOOK!!

Summer hat tm.. £your will to live.

Shirt that took me ages to draw. £your lunch money.

That. £a potato.

*Cerise dream trope no.2: Calem has a 75% chance of appearing. His role varies each dream, but so far he's been having a good time. Ah.

He was having a great time! [pg.5] He was actually with Serena! And my X protag. They went to the isolated shore by small boat, and May was seen on a separate boat.

Actually, I came up with the rest of my little song* [pg.6] in that dream. I swear I've heard the tune from another song before, but I can't remember it. Oh well. This is what I saw when I figured out the words:

Association! (NGL, he's a bit evil in my imagination. Aha~😅)

Association! (And currently, her story is taking place long after the game's story)

...

(something soft and essence-y?) It's the essence of a generation~♡

(Holy SHIT! is that HATSUNE MIKU?!?)

*... It's related to some BIG. HUGE. Lore. This lore cannot be explained in one go. That's how much there is.

Hwoahh woah woah. HATSUNE MIKU?!? [pg.7] ON A CANAL BOAT!? That's right. New setting. And I'm the protagonist now! ahaha~♡

Okay, so here's the canal setting:

crate that I must turn over venice styled buildings bridge way to main land

So I'm on the canal (Miss Miku is gone now), [pg.8] and I have a quest to turn crates and stuff over. But I don't know how to...

"How do I do this?" No reaction...

So I go somewhere else to find answers! New setting!

(But first we go back to May at midnight)

(1) She's on some sort of allotment roof. [pg.9] One of the adults and HE. is there.

(2) But that's all there is for May now. Now it's my turn!

Tennis Court.

(3) This setting is huge. Many quest checkpoints here. [pg.10]

CHICKENS! Forest. City & more

So I had to flip the box over. [pg.11] I went to the chicken coop for my first side quest and this is what went down:

Yours truly: "OMG! CHICKENS!" *textless panel with chickens. *stares cutely* "MASA." omg omg

Masa from Meta Runner: "If you wanna play with the [pg.12] chickens, you have to deliver parcels."

ACCEPT QUEST? -Bruh, ofc.

ACCEPTED!

Moi: "Okay~��!"

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"And that's how I ended up-" WE INTERRUPT THIS DREAM TO BRING YOU... TENNIS.

Tennis Match! (one of the characters is labelled as "SUGI"*)

*This is the name of my PLA protag. But this character isn't actually him, and I knew this in my dream.

Okay, so this guy was using MY SON'S. NAME. [pg.13] But he SUCKED at tennis.

Not my boy My boy!

Like, he was so bad, I had to take control of him like I was playing Wii Sports. Needless to say, I won because Wii Sports is easy.

"Good grief you suck."

Then I delivered a parcel to Mario, [pg.14] who lived in the big apartment.

(Mind you, it was like, 3am or smth.)

I also delivered some other parcels, but I only saw Mario in the montage.

Parcels delivered, I went back to the chicken coops to [pg.15] see Masa and get my reward (chicken.)

I took a wrong turn (intended) and saw N and Hilda. For some reason, N was just his official art.

...So I went back to the chicken coop.

Something that resembled Dawn was... there? [pg.16] Near the coop? Eerily pretty?

(Normal Dawn for emotional support)

The Grinch had replaced Masa! [pg.17] It was 5am. The sun was rising.

The Grinch pulled me into his Grinchly embrace..

And sang a Grinch song! [pg.18]

"Great! I can turn that crate over now!

SIDEQUEST COMPLETE!

I went back on my boat on the canal so I could [pg.19] return to the crate and flip it over.

Jimbo* from The Simpsons was there. I made him feel uneasy as I passed by in my sexy boat.

*Simpsons characters have a 96% chance of appearing in my dreams. Are my dreams Simpsons episodes?

Finally, box time. [pg.20]

Then my alarm went off and the dream was over. I never got to flip the box.

END.

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If you actually read all that, I commend you. Have some uhh. 🍔🍔