#idk how that shi works but uh idk i did something

[baerryjj]

~ WIP WHENEVER ~

THANK YOU FOR THE TAG @kourumi !! 🩷 Idk what this is but I assume just drop any type of WIP here so, sure!

"...Are you real?"

The question sank Finlays heart.

"Of course I am, Mal'…"

Malenia shifted and hesitantly met her eyes, "...Would you stay with me?" She swallowed thickly, her voice coming out with a tremor, "Just for a moment?"

The demigods' dignity had been shattered, laid out in fractals for her to shamelessly gaze at. Yet, she didn't sob or wail. Her vulnerability was terribly discreet, but as persistent and silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound. Only Finlay and Miquella would ever witness it. She'd not lose her pride.

Finlay nodded, a pained smile on her lips, "Of course."

And also uhhh human Fortissax b upon ye

Ok tag time; @bimbomcgee @smoughenthusiast @bowietea @the-unkindled-queen @donkatthree @catcas22 @nordiitheshimp you must participate im holding you at gunpoint (affectionately (don't do it if you don't wanna<33))

[futurechancer]

So, you have so TPTM OCs, don'tcha? What did Epsilon Girl, Genesis Girl, Solar Girl, Pulse Girl, Media Girl, Booru Girl, Corrosion Girl and Atheneum Girl go through, in a brief summary? What do they represent? Sorry for bothering!

LOOKING AT YOU LIKE THIS

EXPLANATIONS BELOW THE CUT

epsilon girl

she's the first girl i invented and was originally meant to be more similar to genesis girl in theme :) but in terms of theme epsilon girl is a bit. complicated.

she's basically a projection of my fears of change, wasting time, and not making a mark on history rolled up into one mess of a girl. she doesn't particularly have much of a backstory aside from feeling like she grew up faster than everyone around her

genesis girl

the girl of the hour (aka the girl i have the most concrete story for)!! her name is more a remnant from when she and epsilon girl were gonna be the same girl than anything else. i kept it because it's. a star thing i think.

she's most often correlated to stars because. something about people taking her at face value and appreciating what shows on the surface yet fearing her incomprehensibility.

she actually has a backstory! basically she's a theatre kid with gifted kid syndrome and undiagnosed autism. she fails to relate to her peers because of these things. now that i think about it like half my girls are basically just that. SHI

solar girl

fun frog fact! genesis girl and solar girl are the same :) consider solar girl to be a b-side to genesis girl that explores another part of her character (take note because this happens again)

solar is basically the gifted kid syndrome aspect, the song itself (so far) basically describing feeling either like an utter failure or a god to be praised with no in-between based solely on successes or failures in daily life. also there's religious imagery in the lyrics it's a fun time i might post the lyrics one day

pulse girl

she's probably the most straightforward in theme :3 hypochondria and otherwise fearing sudden pain and death!! a part of it is wholeheartedly trusting pop science and like. the shit your grandparents tell you. thinking cracking your knuckles causes arthritis except it's constantly checking to see if you're having a stroke despite no predisposition that would imply one

she doesn't really. have much a backstory BUT ONE DAY I WILL GET TO THAT PART. i thinj

media girl

one of my favorites actually :3 she too is pretty complicated so uh. she's basically made to encompass certain fictionkin/fictive experiences (hence 'media'). conforming when the way you work is inherently a deviation from the norm, struggles with identity, desperation to be liked, yk.

i was uh! not in a good place when i wrote this song but it ended up surprisingly rather rid of my more personal issues. media's whole backstory is basically trying to find people of her.. proclivity i guess?? in hopes that they were the missing link, despite having been burned so many times. the lyrics never really imply a sort of. happy ending for her but i think she would eventually feel better about herself

booru girl

but it gets worse before it gets better! this song is the only reason media girl is so rid of my personal issues bc this one's full of them /lh

and whaddya know? booru is media's b-side! :3

booru girl is sort of a delve into a single specific relationship media/booru must have had (that. mirrors the one i was in at the time. at least in part)

her name is in reference to online imageboards and the insane content they can sometimes hold within (it's a minor plotpoint in her story that she. looks at those on occasion idk)

it vaguely goes into her obsession with how people perceive her. her willingness to act for anyone who's willing to offer her any love. her willingness to express her hurt. to be hurt more, even. there's more i'll talk about another time perhaps but there are Implications in her story

writing this song in particular was a bit regrettable if i'm being honest but i also think it's a story that should be shared.

corrosion girl

her entire existence was a split second decision on my behalf

she's gone through her entire life not allowed to feel emotions because she doesn't express them properly! :3 and because of this she trained herself to never. feel basically. because expression emotions has been inexorably linked with hurting others in her head now.

now she struggles to connect with others because of how cold she acts. as if she's a statue. catatonic.

her name is sort of a double entendre? partially being about the thing a battery does and partially being about weathering stone

atheneum girl

the latest girl!!

she's sort of a spin on the whole 'quiet in the library' thing, her name basically just being a fancy word for library

her backstory is basically that Something happened to her in the past and she fears if she speaks up someone related to it will find out and ruin her. she thus feels as if she can't even talk to her therapist about what's really weighing on her! yaaay :)

like booru there are also some implications to her story that!! yeah

but otherwise thematically she's just representative of the fear of speaking up

oh yeah also

gay

[lykaios2]

Mikey x reader right?

ik this a cliche, but Mikey gets turned into a lil tot.

After a day Mikey still didn't turn back and reader is concerned, but the turts have a mission so they are doing this on their own.

throughout the whole thing, the realize how manipulative Mikey really is, but they don't mind cuz he's cute- reader is like a mom the whole time, wpoling him and shi.

mid snacktime(1day later) Mikey turns back as he is begging for cuddles. everything is awkward, w/ reader holding a cup of applesauce and pea-tos in their hands.

"can we PLEASE have cuddles? I promiiiii*turns back with a poof*- ok what the hell. is that peatos?"

*reader just standing in the middle of the kitchen*

enjoy(u request beggar, I need sum too)

-ya gurl chip❤️❤️

oml this was a nightmare to write for no reason at all other than my brain couldn't process this request ;-;

anyway I tried my best

hope you enjoy! ❤️

The Troubles of Turning to a Tot

mikey x reader (platonic? romantic? idk)

“I’m telling you, Raph, my head is killing me!”

“Whatever, dude. Let’s just go.”

Ah, the privilege of being the youngest. He could get nearly anything he wanted if he begged hard enough. He laughed as they left, his scheme working once again. He went to his room and grabbed his comics, flopping on his bed and flipping through the pages. He wasn’t normally the type to just sit back and let his brothers do the work, but he couldn’t help but take advantage of his younger sibling privilege once or twice in a while.

“Yo! Orange! Where are you?!” Your shouts echoed throughout the lair. Much to Mikey’s surprise, you were paying him a visit.

“I ain’t telling you, because my name isn’t Orange!” He hated the nickname. You had heard Splinter call him that one time, and you still wouldn’t drop it.

“Whatever, I’ll find you in like two minutes.”

~~~~~~~

“Dude, no way.”

“I know! It’s so easy!” Mikey again relished in the fact of how easy it was to get his brothers to do almost anything he wanted. “They fall for it almost every time.”

“One of these days, one of them is gonna figure out that this is BS.”

“They probably already have. But it’s either letting me stay home, or hearing me whine the whole time.”

You only sighed in response to his stupid loophole logic. How did you ever come to love this trainwreck of a turtle man?

“Ugh...now that I mention it, though, my head does kind of actually hurt.” He got up and started pacing a little, holding his head.

“Haha, very funny.” You weren’t stupid, Mikey had just told you about how he used this trick on his brothers. Plus, he was quite the prankster anyway, so there was not a doubt in your mind that he was joking. He said his stomach was upset as well, but you weren’t phased. You had seen before how far Mikey was willing to go for the bit. What really raised an eyebrow was when he sat down on the floor in the fetal position. Whenever he started going a little too far like this, you prepared yourself in case something was actually going wrong. You still weren’t fully convinced, though.

“y/n...could you grab me some water from the refrigerator? Whatever’s going on with me, it kinda sucks...”

“Oh sure, what now? I’m gonna open the refrigerator and a boxing glove will come out, sending me comically flying to the other end of the kitchen.” You joked, but at this point, if he started doing anything else, you were going to start taking action.

“Ow...please...y/n...the pain…” He groaned. You quickly got up from your seat and walked over to the cupboards, looking for a cup. While your back was turned, you could hear a loud *poof* come from behind you.

“Aw, come on, Mikey. What is this, a smoke bomb?” You said, waving away the strange  clouds that had appeared behind you. “...Mikey?”

No response. You walked into the cloud of smoke to find...a child? That also looked like a turtle?

“Uh...Mikey?” You looked around, trying to figure out where the turtle had gone. Instead, the child looked up at you and responded.

“Hi! That’s me, Mikey! But what’s your name?”

You stood there, dumbfounded. Was Mikey...a kid now? How had that even happened? Something gave you the feeling that this wasn’t a prank anymore…

~~~~~~~

“So let me get this straight...you’re Mikey, but now you’re kid. You know where you are, but you don’t know who I am. But you know your brothers.”

“Yup!”

You sat in the living room now. You had finally figured out what in the world was going on, but still had no clue how. At this point, the only thing you could do was keep him safe until his brothers came back.

“Well...I guess I have to, like, take care of you.” Mikey gasped and smiled.

“You’re gonna watch me until my brothers get back? Yay! We’re gonna have so much fun! Come on, let’s go!” Mikey ran off, leaving you in the living room alone.

“Hey! Get back here”

~~~~~~~

You had heard stories about how rambunctious Mikey had been as a child. But actually having to take care of him was another thing. He had an impossible amount of energy. He was constantly running around and climbing everywhere. You had never had to watch a kid like this before.

“Mikey! Get back here, you have food all over your face!” He just kept running away, giggling all the while. “How are you so fast?!”

He also had no sense of danger, which meant he got hurt a lot more. Or so you thought, until one time when Mikey tripped and fell, and he started to scream and cry.

“My knee is bleeding! It hurts!”

“Oh goodness, again? Let me grab you another bandaid...” You walked out of the room to get another bandaid for Mikey, when you heard his crying stop. You peeked your head back to find Mikey sitting on the floor completely silent. No crying, not even a single tear. And his knee wasn’t even bleeding. He was completely fine!

“You little liar!” He whipped his head around, shocked to see you. “You weren't hurt at all! You just wanted to...actually, why did you do that?”

He wouldn’t say a word, too afraid to get in trouble. He crossed his arms and turned away from you, refusing to tell the truth. He only spoke after you promised to not tell Splinter so he wouldn’t get in trouble.

“I…I wanted a cool bandaid. I really like the bandaids. But Dad says that we should only use them when we’re really hurt.”

You sighed. Mikey just wanted a bandaid...but he lied for it? Was he really this mischievous of a child? But he also just lied to his brothers…

“We’re gonna have a talk about this later…” You commented under your breath, before speaking to Mikey again. At this point, it was getting late, and you were exhausted. “I have an idea...why don’t we go lay down and watch a movie?” Mikey, ashamed that he  had been caught in his lie, nodded and got up to walk to the living room.

~~~~~~~

Mikey passed out almost immediately. He denied ever being tired, but his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. He slumped over onto you as he slowly grew more and more sleepy. Looking down at him, he looked pretty adorable when he was actually sitting still, asleep.

“Not tired, huh? Heh, that’s what they all say.” You looked around again for any sign of his brothers, but there was nothing. “Guess I gotta put you to bed then.”

You hoisted him up into your arms. He was heavier than you expected, but he was a turtle mutant. Not exactly a normal child. You carried him to his bedroom, laying him down on his bed. You almost walked away, but not before Mikey grabbed your arm in his sleep, pulling you back.

The little gesture melted your heart, making you completely forget what had happened earlier. You smiled and laid down next to him, letting him have his way. He wrapped himself around your arm, making sure you knew you weren’t allowed to leave.

You laid a blanket over him, and closed your eyes. Next thing you knew, you were fast asleep, right next to Mikey.

~~~~~~~

“y/n...I’m thirsty.”

“Right...of course you are. Come on, then.”

“I don’t want to go. The monster will get me.”

“No it won’t, I’ll protect you.”

“You pinky promise?”

“Yes, I pinky promise.”

~~~~~~~

The next morning, when you woke up, you looked next to you to find Mikey not there. Worried, you frantically got out of the bed and ran to find Mikey. Much to your relief, and also confusion, he was in the living room, watching TV and eating cereal.

“Did you make that yourself? And you put the TV on, too?” you asked, pointing to the bowl of cereal in his hands.

“Yep! I’m a big kid, I can take care of myself.” You shrugged, sitting on the couch next to him. He quietly finished his bowl of cereal, and went to put it in the sink. You thought to yourself that maybe today he would be calm for once. But when Mikey didn’t come back from the kitchen, those thoughts were gone.

~~~~~~~

He was back at it again, hyper as ever. The only difference between yesterday and today was that you knew Mikey’s tricks. You made sure to check if he was really hurt. Thankfully, he never was. On the contrary, he was quite the resilient kid. But he was still rambunctious. You couldn’t ever get him to sit still for more than 30 seconds.

“y/n, I’m hungryyyyy…”

“Didn’t you just eat?”

“Yeah, but I’m hungry again.”

“I’ll go get you some more Goldfish then…”

“No! I want apples.” You groaned.

“Apples, apples, of course…let’s go then.”

You begrudgingly walked to the kitchen, and looked around for some apples to cut up. As you tried to slice the apples, you could feel Mikey tugging on your shirt. “y/n…”

“I’m working on it! Give me a minute…”

“y/n, my tummy hurts.”

“It’s probably because you’re hungry. I’m almost done with the apples.”

“But it’s not like that…my tummy hurts hurts…”

“Well, some food and water should make you feel a little better.”

Mikey nodded, and started clinging to your leg. You could feel him sniffling, and you looked down to see him with tears welling up in his eyes.

“Oh, hey, hey…don’t worry, it’ll be okay…um…” You looked around for anything that could help him, but before you could find anything, you heard a loud *poof* and suddenly Mikey was standing in front of you, his normal self again.

“Oh, hey y/n! You okay, you look a little stressed. And what’s with the apples, you hungry?”

“M-Mikey?”

“Yeah?” You closed your eyes and all but fell over. “Woah! Man down! You need some rest…let’s go sit down, why don’t we? Then maybe you can tell me what’s going on.”

“Please…that would be lovely.”

[writingforfishes]

worm non-hic-related-ask spam era (because they are nothing if a dorky fanperson at heart who would rather absorb lore than do anything productive irl)

otto n atty are fairly masc presenting

i want to explore that

so i think it's safe to assume that otto, being a cis guy, was raised/socialized as one. and as mentioned it wasn't safe for him to explore the side of him that wasn't heteronormative while he was at home. and when living with mark he didn't seem to behave much differently. did otto ever want to explore femininity (don't correct if that's misspelt i will die) or androgyny? or at least, did that ever cross his mind? benefit of not assigning them to live in a particular region/city/etc, there is the option of them living in a rly queer area and not having to worry abt any weird discrimanatory (discriminatory?) shi in public. if he wanted to behave or present differently, how would that look for him?

similar vein with atty. *pushes up glasses in intersex nerdism* i won't assume that atticus having had top surgery, being on T, and (presumably) possessing a not-dick equates to them having been raised as a girl. like that certainly makes sense but isn't the only way that things can go. if they were tho, they probably already have some experience and opinion of acting/presenting fem, and have obviously explored androgyny & masculinity. do they prefer either of those over fem? would something feel off to them if they wore, like, a dress or something, even if they were still being perceived as and addressed with the correct gender/pronouns? they seem like they would have uh...how do i word this. they have the vibes of being fashionable but not in a trend-following way? like when not asleep or in gremlin-writing-mode, i get the impression they generally wear clothes a step or two above casual/street stuff, but not like a complicated 10+ articles outfit, just a few nice-looking things that they're rly good at putting together and pulling off. they're like a quick-witted, dapper little guy. the gentlethem of all time (in the absence of social anxiety and introvertedness, lol, cuz like same). that whole long fashion bit to say: they seem like they'd be interested in testing fancy outfits in general (emphasis on testing and not always wearing, cuz textile sensitivity is a bitch), and enjoying all forms of clothes makes for a lot more options than trad-masc. idk

this stems from er. the characters i just created for my ~original work hicfics~ both have painted nails and a few different piercings or other jewelries/accessories each. and my brain was like wait a damn minute..would ottocus do anything more than wedding rings? (pls don't say dog tag chains istg) so like what are their individual experiences/thoughts with what society has decided as not-masculinity and if either of them were to experiment with such presentations on their own/with their partner, how would that go?

and if this is like a rly out of left field question u don't gotta deep-dive into it or anythin. idw like pressure u into world-building on the spot ehe...just, uh, if you do already have some form of an answer for this, i would be very interested to hear it :3

sry i just thought of a sillier (hella unhinged) question. feel free to virtually bonk me for this one. so the two of them also don't swear much. idk if that's like an age thing, a you thing, or if they as characters simply prefer not to, but. what do they think abt queer slurs. like the ones they can say. i think if the opportunity arises that atticus deserves to drop one british-cigarette-slang as a treat. ok umm. here u and your bois can have some strawberries or somethin. and i will stop (for today) being cringe now bye

We're gonna do the paragraph-by-paragraph thing again because I can keep track of it better in my brain. |P=paragraph.

|P 1

(after "I want to explore that.")

I honestly think Otto was a marching band nerd or a theatre kid? I might be borrowing too much from the source actor on that. I feel like he was a pretty energized person in his youth (ADHD/-tism?). After being kicked out of the house and in college he probably did express himself in more alternative ways. I hadn't given it that much thought, but I could see him being a neo-90's hippie with a guitar, long hair, and nail polish. Kind of a selfish douche but it's because he was someone who was never allowed to be himself. (And alcohol makes you super douche-y, too.)

He was probably a Philosophy or Religion major (never completed). Super smart but extremely insecure which turned into extreme egoism which was worsened by his drinking to deal with his anxiety and over-activity. I can see him being kind of an asshole and wearing a dress as a lark, but I can also see him wearing something like a broomstick skirt and a t-shirt and sandals. There's a couple of paths I can see him having taken stylistically. I can even see him going into a punk or goth phase at some point, though briefly and pretty quickly snuffed out by his mom.

Ultimately, I think neo 90's hippie dude playing a guitar under a tree in a long skirt with painted fingernails rings truer than all of the other possibilities.

|P 2

Atticus was absolutely raised as a girl. I'm confirming that now. But I like the inclusive thought of intersex individuals. Thank you for including it.

CW: gendered discussion ahead highlighting societal and cultural definitions of masc vs femme (author knows that strict binary gender is created by society and culture and not true to natural expression of gender or non-gender)

And, yes, Atticus is a dapper dude. Being in a relationship with Otto probably brought even more dapper dude-ness out. Otto is a dapper dude, too. You should SEE both of their collections of flat caps, vests, and cardigans! It's like a Newsies fitting room in their closet.

As far as Atticus' thoughts about wearing more feminine things, they didn't begin to welcome back in the possibility of dresses and other femme-coded clothes until they started looking more masc via body and facial hair. It's the contrast visually in the femme and masc social and cultural categories that they wanted to achieve. They love the visual of someone who is hairy and masc presenting in clothes that are seen as feminine in themselves.

They own see-through mesh crop tops (as every queer should, in my opinion, don't at me) and flowy sundresses. But they wear things like that for parties and events. They're more comfortable in gremlin or dapper wear.

|P 3

They do both have wedding rings. I only believe this, because I have no doubt that either Otto knows a metalsmith or was one at some point. I am absolutely certain they have hand-crafted rings that hold some sort of significance from the metal it was crafted.

As far as jewelry, I think Otto probably had earrings (or just one) in his youth/young adulthood. I don't think he wore excessive rings because he used his hands too much for them to feel comfortable. Maybe bracelets or a necklace with some sort of stone on it.

Atticus, a late bloomer in their identity as nonbinary masc, definitely went through the overly abundance ring trend (including a poison ring because, of course!) and all of the 90's jewelry stuff with the chokers and hemp necklaces and yada yada. And if they were anything like me (I mean...) they had their neo 90's hippie phase, too.

We've established that Atticus probably has gauges currently. Otto doesn't really wear much jewelry, though he might have a bracelet or two. He seems like a bracelet guy on the wrist he doesn't wear a watch on.

They do both have watches. They are both very nice watches. They both have more than one watch. It's a clock maker/watch repairer thing.

I haven't really thought of anything specific for their accessory wear, though. This is all just off the top of my head speculation.

As far as thoughts on gender (specifically non-masculinity) and how it would go to experiment with the barriers...hm.

I honestly don't think Otto gave gender expression for himself beyond masculinity much thought before Atty. I mean, yes, he wore skirts and painted his nails and challenged masculinity expectations when he was younger, but I don't think he specifically identified those acts as affront to masculinity but, rather, as an affront to society in general.

I think Otto having Atticus as his partner and meeting other trans people has opened his eyes to gender in a way he never considered. And as a cis man who does not openly present as queer, he probably never had to consider gender. He had some privilege.

There was an article I read decades ago about a cis (this article was written before that term existed) man trying on a dress not as a joke, but as a genuine exploration into wearing clothes assigned to females. He was taken aback by how much emotion he felt when he looked in the mirror and he didn't look pretty. He saw an image that he, and society, defined as ugly and unacceptable. (Please keep the time period in mind for this.)

He actually got emotional. I think he had a friend who was a girl, or his wife, someone socially female to whom he related his shock and emotion. He felt disappointed, even though he didn't identify as female, at how horrible he perceived he looked. He was genuinely upset.

And I believe the female person consoled him and helped him adjust the dress and perhaps fixed his hair, stockings, shoes, makeup, whatever it was that was included in this little social experiment. But the idea of someone not actually realizing how traumatic it is to have to wear a costume of a gender when you are not that gender and not "succeed" and have an emotional reaction to that fact is very intriguing. (In addition, the gendered costume is that of the most criticized and judged gender for not looking a specific way, especially back then.)

I like to think that Otto experienced something similar to this experiment when deciding to explore femme clothing for some sort of queer event and felt these emotions that were so surprising and powerful that he didn't want to leave the house. I like to think that Atticus and Margie and Cindy helped him deal with those emotions and to understand where they came from. I also like to think he started to understand the discomfort of trans people when society tells them what gender is and that they don't fit where they feel most comfortable and might never fit no matter how hard they try. (Which hits me, specifically, the 5'0 nonbinary masc with not enough whiskers to cause any question to people calling me 'she' pretty darn hard. Thus, Atticus would definitely have that reaction as well.)

|P 4

HAHAHA. I thrive and perish in deep-dive answers and on-the-spot world building.

|P 5

They don't swear all that much. I dunno. That might be a generational thing. They swear when they feel it appropriate. Working retail has also beaten punctuational swearing out of me. But I do appreciate (unless it's a specific character trait) dialogue that isn't bogged down with swearing. This can be, and has been, done well in comedies and dramas. But for everyday life I guess they just don't find it necessary? I'm not sure I have a better answer than that except it might be generational.

As far as reclaiming queer slurs, maybe if Atticus was really riled up or feeling incredibly angry or confrontational, they would claim the small twig one. But it would have to be a pretty specific situation of which I don't know what would look like. Neither one of them are from a queer history where the word was used conversationally or affectionately. Atticus missed a lot of queer culture by discovering themselves later in life. They weren't a spunky butch kid. They were an introverted girl-thing who didn't understand why sex was so important and really liked Star Trek. They only became spunky after realizing and becoming who they were, so they haven't had much practice owning that confidence. Though they have much more than me. Another idealized part of Atticus that I've given them in addition to the killer body hair and mustache.

:looks up at tower of text:

Does this do anything?

[snowandnilio]

✨️Hazbin hotel memes✨️[involving me n ¿others?- also these might be true-]

[non of these are mine btw-]

[these may be true!- with other frien-]

"So, how's the trio working for you guys?"

The trio:

"You guys are so fucking annoying." "Fuck you too!" "I look so sexy posing like this rn."

"So, how did you guys become friends again?"

How we suddenly became friends:

"Can I use you as a weapon?" "Fine." "Holy shi-" "Ahh-"

"Okay, take a deep breath then talk."

How I take deep breaths:

*inhales deeply*

"Wait, how did you get your ¿bsf? in trouble??"

How they got me in trouble:

"All we gotta do put this on and say she did put it on."

"What do you mean you got stuck?"

How I got stuck in my wires:

"Um- I think my device wants me to stay in bed-"

"There's no way you relate to that character?"

Me when they ask that:

"Idk if they understand- I'm a weirder version of val!-"

"So, what did you hear again?-"

Me when I heard some weird ass noises:

"Okay- well if I slowly move over here-"

"Wtf was that shuttering noise?"

Me trying to look innocent:

"I swear I didn't do it-the ghost did it-"

"Okay. What did you see this tim-"

Me spraying them with bug bc they sounded like val:

"BACK OFF YOU BIT- oh wait- nvm. It's js u."

"Don't worry, you know them very well!"

Me not even knowing myself:

"Thank you. But I decline. Idc if we're 'soulmates' Alr buddy."

"Wait, what do you mean that you two are alike-"

How we always look when we're separated or together:

"I look better then you!" "Nuh-uh. I look better then me." "Wha-"

Thats all for now!-

Also, you can take these pictures and use for them something! Don't credit me- u don't need to give me credit if I'm giving you permission to take these pictures!-

anywa-

Been awhile since I've done this- so here it is!.

Have a wonderful day/night/evening and Stay Safe my dear darling snowflakes! *hugs and pats head* yw! <3

[angelpinkpasta]

sigh I was just gonna reply ‘they’re kinda complex’.. but wrote all this instead. here’s an analysis on their relationship bc its been on my mind for too long n its getting ridiculous LMAO. I had the time🤧:

Olly and Paisley knew each other since they were literal babies. Paisley struggled making friends growing up as she was very shy, and this worsened when her mother, who she loved and connected with so dearly, passed away. The only person there for a long time other than her dad and sibling was Olly - her close childhood best friend, making communicating with him not so hard for her. their memories mean a lot to the both of them esp her. For Paisley, this rlly was her closest and most important friend. Loosing him would be like loosing her only accepting friend - a major person from her past. (There is liann too ig but I’m not sure if they’re knew each other as kids?). Just to mention, Paisley is someone who stays close to the past (the annex, her mom, her childhood treehouse, it all means so much to keep that part of herself with her. Olly is a huge part of that.).

It seemed that she was in awe of what he did to help her with the annex. Might've even developed a crush - she loves her childhood best friend for how impactful he has been in her life. So when he started to act a lil off, she was confused, maybe a little blind to what he was making her do. Even when he started talking too much about his excitement for Ley-la, she still tries to be there for him. Doing what he likes most will keep him around (putting on that show whether she's comfortable or not) and she just genuinely cares for him. She couldve easily talk to him (she seemed comfortable w him before the leyla thing happened), but after the both that and annex situation she might've been in denial about his actions. He was being so thoughtful, surely he didn’t mean wrong now. She already lost her mom, she cannot lose her only close friend too. Idk what I'm trying to explain lol. just. just hear me for a sec guys. she’s afraid of losing him. ((SPOILER// even literally hiding when he’s around… maybe she’s afraid of making him mad, which eventually means losing him?? he kinda toxic uh))

Olly, as the lil shi he is /j, is still also complex. He grew up with a working class family (friends lore) so i assume his parents were not around him so much in his childhood. Him and Pais were neighbours so he would spend his time with her and her family. He found her mom a very inspiring person, kindhearted and loving seemingly unlike what his own parents had time to give him (so he empathized for what paisley was going through after losing her mom). What gave him attention were the costumes he enjoyed making, maybe boosting his family money a bit. So he sees himself as someone who could make dreams come true if he just gets to work on it. Boom.

Like Pais, his childhood friend does mean a lot to him (maybe not as much as her, but he still brings up their childhood here n there). When it comes to his possible feelings for her... it could be one thing or another.

Possibility One: ok uh. he doesn't have a crush on her. He thinks he does. He is fruity. He just has internalized homophobia and is projecting that onto paisley who he thinks he likes. Might explain a bit of his blindness towards her, thinking he is doing what a guy would do for his girl to love him, but messes it up. ("Oh I'm doing something she would love so it's working out right???"). Might explain his fear that Zac would take her away from him. help.

Possibility two: he does love her. This might act be more accurate just based on him caring bout her while also blushing and getting all shy around her that one ep. Also his reaction to her preform. Or his jealousy of Zac. Anyway. He initially really wanted to do this for her, but it was also a huge interest of his own for a long time too. he thought if both of them get what they want, esp her, they would both be happy. And together forever. He kept that in mind somewhere but fame rlly got to him, he ended up caring bout that more.

I mean. Olly gets confusing. There were times it just seemed he was blind... and some even manipulative??? When you rewatch the scene at the lunch table, where he gives her those eyes, and when she says she can't dance, he then talks about his costumes. Then knowing how kind Pais is, she immediately encourages him (probably feeling bad knowing what he's been through in his childhood, wanting him to finally have his moment.) and it distracts her from even giving that talk. He either didn't mean for this... or knew her feelings right there and just wanted to get his way, to make her go for his perspective. There was also that scene before he yelled at Zac (bro should chill😭) and claimed 'we’re in this together' despite the fact she said she 'can't do this alone’. She is in a struggling state, and he seems either unaware, or very aware and trying to get her on his side. anywayz

I dont wanna spoil much so I’ll leave it here. uh. all I’ll say is that i dont think their relationship is set in stone, i think there’s a chance they can improve it, but based on that ending there’s also that side that just seems bad for the both of them if they dont work it out. In this essay i will

im just rambling.

I wonder how many still ship Olly & Paisley after S2

It's clear that Olly cares more about his fame than Paisley's wellbeing.

[phoenixyfriend]

Uhh for the prompt meme, 3 & 13 gives me Anakin and the Jedi Babies vibes, so Jango or Jaster & Anakin or Soka or Ben maybe?

390 Prompts!!!! 3. “Am I supposed to be scared of you?” 13. “BOOM! That oughta show you not to mess with me!”

IDK if I’ll get the actual line in but I’ve been meaning to write a bit about Jango and Sokanth, at minimum. Jango is just barely fifteen, Soka is two. She has very vague memories of her teen self.

EDIT: I GOT THE LINE IN

Objectively, Jango’s main connection to Anakin Skywalker should have been professional.

It wasn’t.

Jango hadn’t been one of the soldiers to bring in the little family. He’d heard about it after they’d already been taken to medical, arrived just in time to see them muttering about how fancy the prosthetic arm was as they removed it--frostbite risk, they said--and stripping the Jedi of his sodden robes. The man was only a few years older than Jango, and covered in battle scars. Attractive, maybe, but Jango wouldn’t be able to even think of that until he wasn’t staring at blue lips on a half-dead face.

“How did he know we were here?” he asks his father, stepping up beside the man at the overlarge window of the ‘secure’ medical room, and receiving half a glance in response.

“He didn’t,” Jaster says, looking supremely unhappy with the entire situation. “Had no idea who I was, when he saw me.”

“He talked to you?”

“For about five seconds before he passed out.” Jaster smiles, thin and grim. “We found an Ident card. It’s got a name, a few details that don’t make sense... we think it might have been prepared for a long-term mission in system with a non-standard calendar; the dates are in the future if we assume it’s Republic.”

“Weird,” Jango mutters. “He doesn’t look much like a Jedi.”

“Adi’ka, you’ve never met a Jedi,” Jaster scoffs, cuffing him on the shoulder.

“Jedi don’t wear black leather,” Jango argues, glancing at the nearest pile of cloth.

Jaster rolls his eyes. “He had four lightsabers on him, if that’s what you’re looking to ask.”

“Haran.” Jango whistles lowly, impressed despite himself. “What’d he need that many for?”

“The brown robes were too short for him,” Jaster says, voice not quite loud enough to carry. “And the other set were fit for a female youngling, even shorter.”

He hadn’t been alone.

And now he was.

“Bodies?” Jango asks.

“None dead,” Jaster says. “And the living are... far too young to match up.”

He gestures, and Jango belatedly sees the tiny, tiny things in cribs to the side.

Jango swears, quiet and angry. He’d heard there were children, but he hadn’t expected anyone quite that small.

Jaster takes the cursing in stride. “They’re estimating the human at six months. Togruta’s maybe two years. Jedi was damn near dead when they found him, but the kids seem fine. Medics are guessing it’s something to do with the Force, because neither of them were even that cold.”

“Any idea how he knows them?”

“Nothing yet, just that he cares about them like they’re his own,” Jaster says. “Scouting party claimed he said they were family. Even used Mando’a, called them aliit. We’re going to keep them together until we know more. No use accidentally enraging a Jedi by separating him from family, if that’s what they are. The Togruta seems to know him, at least.”

“I thought Jedi weren’t supposed to have families.”

“You also thought Jedi weren’t supposed to wear black leather.”

Jango huffs and turns away from his father, focusing in on how the medics are starting to pack in blankets on the man’s chest while they get to work on the thigh wound. It looks already cauterized, maybe a blaster, but that can still get infected damned easily. Jango’s seen it happen before.

“Can the togruta talk yet?”

“Only enough to ask for her... carer?” Jaster hazards. “She refers to him as ‘Skyguy’ and it’s been pretty much the only word she’s said that isn’t gibberish.”

Jango almost asks if they’re sure it’s not just Togruti.

Even as he watches the area below, the toddler starts crying. A few of the medics dart glances over, but they're busy with the adult. The crying starts increasing in pitch, heading to dangerous territory, and a number of people abruptly remember that a Togruta's cry is much more likely to destroy eardrums than a human child's.

Jango hesitates, but turns from his father and heads for the door. Nobody comments.

Jango slips into the room as quietly as a teenager in most of a beskar kit can, and goes over to the cribs that have been hastily set up. The human infant is quiet, blinking sleepily and furrowing their little brow, but the toddler has gotten to her feet, clinging to the bars and screaming her little head off. He stops in front of her and... tries to figure out what to do.

"Weks?"

He has no idea if that's a word. She's stopped screaming at least, is just rubbing her eyes free of tears and peering up at him. She hiccups.

"Hi," he says, unsure of what else to do.

"No weks," she seemingly decides, and her lip trembles. Kriff. "Obi-obi?"

"I don't know what you're saying," he tells her, but offers a hand that she immediately grabs for. "Do you know Basic?"

"Ya!" she cheers, and then starts trying to climb out of the crib. Jango panics and picks her up, because he's pretty sure this might be a Jedi baby, and if it's a Jedi baby, then what if she can float? He can't deal with an upset, floating baby. Better he just pick her up.

"Hi," he repeats, still unsure of what to do with this small child. She frowns at him, deep in thought, and pats at his face like she's trying to figure it out. "What are you--"

"Shi-ny," she suddenly insists. "Like Tup."

He has no idea what she's trying to say. "Sure."

She frowns harder at him, and then leans forward and drops her head against his beskar, seemingly unaware of how uncomfortable it's going to be. "Shiny. Weks 'n' Cody 'n' Echo 'n' vod."

"You don't even know my name," Jango says, panicking a little. "You can't call me vod."

"Shhhh now," she says, patting blindly at his mouth. He tries to crane his head away. He mostly fails. "Sleepy."

"Wh--okay," he decides. Sure. If it keeps her quiet, sure. He goes to sit down, and she immediately turns and tries to grab for her... fellow child? He has no idea what they are to each other.

"No!"

"Okay, okay, we can stay with the other baby!" Jango assures her, trying to bounce her up and down like he's seen new parents do, looking frantically for a chair to pull over. "I'm going to get a chair and we'll come right back, okay?"

She looks up at him, tears gathering. "Pwomise?"

"Uh, yeah, I promise."

He lets her bury her face back against his chest, and quickly grabs the nearest chair and drags it over to the cribs. He ignores the medics for the most part, just focuses on holding the toddler that he has, mostly against his own will, become temporarily responsible for. "Do you have a name?"

She just whines and cuddles closer. He sighs.

"Well, I'm Jango. So, you don't have to call me that other stuff." He moves a hand to pull her away from where she's about to topple off his lap. She grabs for it and pulls it to her face, apparently forgetting that she'd just declared herself sleepy. She examines the glove in fascination. "Please definitely don't call me vod. You have people here, and I just met you. Wait for your, uh, Skyguy? Wait for your Skyguy to wake up."

She bites his fingers. He pulls his hand away, swearing under his breath and panicking just a little. "Don't put that in your mouth, do you have any idea where my gloves have been?"

She bares her teeth at him and growls. Given that her teeth are barely more than nubs, this doesn't do much. "Am I supposed to be scared of you?"

"Ya!"

"I am not."

She pouts and whines and throws herself back against the beskar, causing a thunking noise as her montral hits the plate. She does not seem perturbed by the collision, just twists somehow closer and sticks her thumb in her mouth.

That is... also probably covered in germs. He looks over at the crib, spots a pacifier, and awkwardly leans to grab it without dropping the toddler in his lap or standing up and making it harder for her to start falling asleep again. There's a little togruta on it, which he figures means it's not going to be a choking hazard for non-human teeth. "Here, chew this instead."

She makes a curious noise and lifts her head. She wrinkles her nose at the pacifier, and then looks up at him. "Jan-Jan, no."

"Wh--you know what, no, you're a kid, I can't get angry at you for getting my name wrong," he sighs. "Take the pacifier, it's cleaner than your hand."

"No!"

"Please?" He tries.

She glares at him a little harder and then huffs. "Kay. Cuz shiny."

He still has no idea what that means, but if it gets her to fall asleep with this thing in her mouth instead of her dubiously-clean hand, he's fine with it.

(When he learns what shiny means, he will be much less fine with it.)

(It'll be far too late by that point, of course.)

[bokutoslittlebird]

UHMMM EXCUSE ME BUT BOKUTO X ONEE-SAN IS JUST 😳🥵. I'm a different anon from the last one but omg, is it okay to ask more??? Maybe an MSBY Bokuto now or idk what if his onee-san finally gets pregnant (if you're okay with that). Thank yoy so much!

I got like four fics where the reader ends up pregnant I’m definitely fine with writing pregnancy lmao I’ve looked it up so many times I have a notebook of pregnancy symptoms and baby delivery. I do need to start writing down baby names tho bc my computer keeps asking me when I’m expecting

Mission : Corrupting Onee-san ; Bokuto, part 3

Kōtarō was a bit upset a week after the.. incident. You weren’t showing any common signs of pregnancy.

He researched it at least six different times, expecting to match something in your behavior to one of them. Each time he realized you weren’t pregnant, it was hard on you. Well, he was hard on you. Forcing his cock into you while you thrashed and tried to get him off, only to be met with the brick wall that is your little brother. He hardly even noticed you, often off in his own delusions until after he spilled his load into you. Even then, your fucked out face and overstimulated hole always had him raring to go again, this time with his focus on how good you made him feel.

With it being a month into his stay at your house, you wondered if your family would get suspicious about it. When he told you he’d be trying out for the MSBY Black Jackals, it fell into place. That’s why he was staying at your house, with the added bonus of being there if you needed anything. From someone else’s perspective, it would seem like he was a golden child with a heart of gold. In your eyes, you just saw a monster with a goal and determination to see the goal through. Kōtarō never shied from any questions your son had, either. Answering every question quickly and maturely, as if he knew the kid would ask it. He’s able to manipulate you and your son but you can’t do anything to stop him, not when he holds power over you.

Kazuki loves his uncle, his Oji-san a lot. You know he does. He’s always enjoyed visiting your parents’ house to see Kōtarō who would tell him stories, but you find he often lets his adoration for Kōtarō blind him. In his eyes, Kōtarō is a perfect human being and can do no wrong.

“Oji-san?” Kazuki’s little head pops up from under the table. You jump at his sudden appearance, especially if he came from under the table. With Kōtarō having you firmly placed on his lap, you wonder how your son would see the situation.

“Yeah, squirt?” He still smiled at Kazuki, not seeing anything wrong with the situation. Not seeing anything wrong with the way he has a steel grip on your hips and keeps rubbing his hardening cock into your clothed pussy.

“When you both go to bed, why does mommy scream?” Your eyes widen at his question, panicking. How do you answer that? He’s so young—

“Oh! Mommy has some bad nightmares, but it’s okay! I’m there to take care of her!” Kōtarō wraps his arms around your middle, warm hands sliding along your stomach. “Isn’t that right, mommy?”

“Yes, Kōtarō, it—“ your words were interrupted with a shriek, feeling Kōtarō pinch the skin on your hips.

“Mommy, are you okay?!”

“Yes, dear. I’m fine. Uh, daddy just startled me, that’s all.” With the new situation and lack of anyone else, Kōtarō wanted to fully move into the ideal family life. Including his title. Kazuki didn’t bat an eyelash, just nodding and eagerly going to play with his toys. A present from Kōtarō.

“We talked about that, nee-san,” Kōtarō’s breath tickled your ear, a warm tongue licking the shell of it. A shiver went down your spine, feeling his bulge get harder underneath you. “Kazuki needs to see me as a father figure now. Especially since he’ll have a baby brother soon,”

“What makes you so sure it’ll be a boy?”

“I have faith. Need strong boys to protect mommy while daddy’s busy at work,” the talk of you having his offspring has him raring to go, a dark cloud covering his eyes as he ruts up against you. You find yourself face down on the dinner table while Kōtarō eagerly strips off your panties and your jeans. It’s nothing for him to pull his cock out of his sweats, eagerly rubbing the mushroom tip against your folds. Even if your mind and heart don’t want it, that doesn’t stop the slick from pooling into your panties and coating your folds. Your hole is nice and wet for him, ready for his fat cock to split you open.

“Kō, we- we can’t! Zuki-“

“If you keep quiet, he won’t know,” he hisses in your ear, his hand digging into the fat of your ass. It’s a warning to be quiet. Kōtarō usually enjoys your voice, how you scream and beg when he’s filled you to the brim, but now he needs you to be quiet since you’re on the table.

Pushing his cock into you is something he’ll never get tired of. He loves the warm feeling of your cunt and how tight your walls are around him, you’re all sticky and wet, allowing him to slide right in. He doesn’t stop, not for a moment, feeling you holding back your moans as he bottoms out. Even with your hesitance, your body knows he makes you feel good. It has him slapping his hips to your ass while he cages you to the table, pressing you down with his chest. Your nails scratch the table, trying to find something to hold on to when his hands snake up under them, squeezing while he rams into you. It’s enough to squeeze his hands while he brings you to an orgasm, his balls slapping against your clit while your walls squeeze around him, sucking him in.

“K-Kō-chan, I-“

“I’m almost there, hold on, baby,” he whispers, his mouth right next to your ear. You don’t know whether he’s talking to you or the possibility of a child resulting in this, but you find his hips stuttering, a low groan as he stills inside you. Your walls milk him dry, another orgasm as you coat him in your own release. He doesn’t pull out, keeping still inside you while you both come down your high.

“It’s Kazuki’s bedtime. I need to tuck him in,” You break the silence, squirming as the feeling of Kōtarō’s cock in you, and his cum, has become awkward.

“I’ll do it,” he presses a kiss to your hair, removing himself from you. He’s quick to pull your panties and jeans back up, keeping his cum from mostly coming out. “After all, I gotta be a good dad, don’t I?”

With Kōtarō constantly leaving the house for practice with the Black Jackals, he leaves you alone. Taking care of Kazuki was your only chore, really. With Kōtarō earning plenty of money and you having the insurance money from your recently deceased husband and daughter, you were not financially unstable. Most of your money had gone to special pills to prevent pregnancy, making sure you had one each time after Kōtarō spilled inside you. Labeled as vitamins, you easily took them all the time in front of Kōtarō as he didn’t bat an eye. They seemed to work, suspending the pregnancy as each day you turned out and took the test, only one line popping up.

You thought you were safe.

When your vitamins went missing, you didn’t know where to turn. After the table sex and the bedtime routine, you needed those pills. Looking through each cabinet, you couldn’t find it. When you asked Kazuki, he seemed innocent enough. The only possibility was that Kōtarō had found out and taken them out. You had to wait until he returned from practice before you could confront him.

When he finally popped through the door, Kazuki went to go hug him. “Oji-san!”

“Hey, hey, hey! We talked about that, squirt,” a darkness looms in his eyes, but his smile is bright and blinding.

“Sorry, daddy. I’m not used to it,” he looks downright guilty, as if he did something wrong. Kōtarō’s big hand plops on top of Kazuki’s head.

“It’s alright. You’ll get used to it eventually, especially once you have a little brother,”

“I’m gonna have a little brother?!” Bouncing on his feet, Kazuki turned to you. The smile you sported was more of a cringe, but you nodded.

“That’s the plan. Daddy, can we talk?” Kōtarō eagerly follows you, handing a new toy to Kazuki as if he doesn’t have over 20 new toys. Kōtarō doesn’t stop in front of you, rather hugging you close to him as you feel his hardened cock rubbing against your leg. “Kōtarō we need to talk. About serious stuff.”

“If it’s about those Plan B pills, I flushed them down the toilet,”

“Wha- flushed? Those were my vitamins!”

“You aren’t taking anything that risks serious health problems if you don’t take it. Not only that, you’re not under any prescription medications. From now on,” he says, voice low and commanding. Pulling from you, you look into his eyes to see something sinister in them, as if his delusion is becoming tangible. “You’ll be taking what I give to you. No more caffeine, no more wine before bed, yes I know you drink a glass while getting ready, and no more vitamins without my permission. After all, our future is dependent on this.”

With his declaration of claiming you, officially deciding to prevent anything that could stand in his way, you felt sick as you took another test, the single line being joined by a matching one. You couldn’t hide it, you couldn’t throw it away, he’d know the truth regardless. You always showed him negative results, so the test going missing would mean he knew it was positive. Kōtarō waits on your bed — his, too, now — as you weigh your options. With shaky hands, you open the bathroom door as he perks up, his face smiling as if he knew the answer already. With his hair down and still damp from the bath, you see how attractive he is, his muscles flexing as he gets up to see the result. Showing him the plastic piece, he can’t hide his excitement.

“I’m gonna be a dad! You’re gonna be a mommy! Well, we are, but this time for reals!” He’s so excited, it’s easy to find yourself smiling with him, caught up in the excitement. When he puts you down, it’s on the bed and he’s quickly crawling to cage you in. “I say this is cause for a celebration.”

“Kōtarō, what about mom? And dad? And our sisters? They’ll find out eventually, won’t they? We’ll be disowned,” your panicked voice stops him, straddling you as his hand goes to his chin. As if he’s thinking.

“Well, lets just cut ties with them. I’m a member of one of Japan’s Division 1 volleyball teams. I make enough money for us to be stable comfortably, not to mention the money you have from insurance. That way,” he licks his lips, leaning over you again, “I can have you all to myself,”

[khaleesiofalicante]

Yay I'm here!!

I missed a couple of hours, cause guess what?? I finally cut my hair!! Lexi's style!!! I'm so happy!! 😆It feels so good (although I had to take a shower cause returning home it started raining and I got all wet) anyways, lets dive into the pain:

Alec scaring the living hell out of David never gets old 😂

"But real strength was not in surviving the presence of pain. Real strength was in suviving the absence of love." Could David stop being perfect? Me heart cant handle it🥺

Someone among them!!! Shit.

The seelie queen was assassinated??? Wow

"David had to admit, he looked damn good with it." I shouldnt be laughing😂😂

Yessss. David is so precious I cant-

"It hurt David so much that he couldn’t give that to his boyfriend." My baby... 🥺🥺

“I’d like to take care of the New York institute,” David said now. “Because Jace Herondale and Clary Fairchild took care of me.” (I leigh screamed. Please... I love him so much its not healthy...)

This conversation is giving me 5 more years of life 💙💙

"The memory hurt. But not for long. It was replaced by another man. A man with golden eyes." I may have teared up a little bit 🥺🥺

"David hadn’t known love can literally change the world – not until he heard about Alec Lightwood changing the world for the man he loved." jdhehwlb THISSS. Like, he WILL be remember like this!!!

"All I ever wanted was to be like you.” I'm literally speachless...

“To be entirely honest, I did all of that for Magnus.”😂 And we love you for that Alec!!!

THAT QUOTE!! I REMEMBER THAT QUOTE!! (the one about being a hero) I even have it on my notes cause I loved it 😂

Now that I'm analyzing it... This doesnt give a good vibe... "He wanted to be the one the hero went to hell for"... Maybe.... You know what?? I'm not going to think more cause I'll get worried

“What’s that?” the Consul frowned, pointing at his neck. By the angel! David was going to have words with Max when he saw him again. “Uh,” David said. “Mosquito bite.”  (lmaoo😂😂 David, he is the inventor of bad excuses that have to do with necks!!! Thats not going to work!!)

"I came to check on how you were doing.” tysm for reminding me my love for Simon💙

Ok, but they are so right!!

OH gods!!! He noticed the hickey!! 😂😂

“But I have been to hell - and I know it’s real,” Simon Lovelace said, his eyes cold. “And when we find out who hurt my family, I will send them there myself.” (Dark!Simon has so much potential, just imagine!!)

Wuuu, second pov!!

“I did have a latte,” her mother said with a straight face. Georgia didn’t find that funny. (Sorry for laughing...)

I relate to Selena on a spiritual level

"She wondered if all siblings were like that – where one was the sun and the other was the moon." I LOVED THAT COMPARISON!

Maryse??!! OMG. That scene was so heartbreaking but beautiful!🥺 Like... The comfort Maryse gave Izzy just warms my heart 💙💙

“And once I do, I’m going to strangle them with my whip.” (THAT LAST LINES THO! SIZZY ARE SUCH BADASS!!)

Third pov here I come:

"People like Anjali and his Bapak – they were overwhelmingly beautiful. They executed so much power and confidence that sometimes it hurt the eyes to look at them." Yup, they are gorgeous💙💙

A row of colour coordinated file binders. A mug that said ‘Bad Bitch’. A battered copy of A Handmaid’s Tale. (Now I kinda want to do a moodboard...)

Anjali is such a badass who speaks nothing but truth

Sjhsjwnsi I'm screaming!!! My phone is literally connected in the bathroom and I cant stop reading 😂

“I need you to get better, Anjali,” he whispered. “Cause I would very much like to take you there.” (🥺🥺🥺My heart)

He had looked at the most beautiful institute and had been reminded of the most beautiful girl. (ngl, I love them more than I love myself)

“Not everything,” Rafael told her. “I know someone who can help.” (Yup, now I'm scared🙂)

Ok ok, last POV

“Well, now we don’t know that for sure!” Max grinned. “Who knows what they get up to? Maybe there is someone occasional boning in the bone city.” (Jesus fucking christ Max!! 😂)

“Besides, you will be immortal. You can keep an eye on Max.” Max grinned widely at the other boy. “You wanna be my immortal buddy, Jack-Jack?” “Okay now I do have second thoughts,” (the chaotic energy they give together!!)

The London Boys!! I'm so happy!!

Jackson and Max. Thats it. Thats the comment

Idk, but there is something so comforting in seeing Kit and Ty as adults🥺🥺

“If the assassination attempt on Magnus had been successful, we wouldn’t be sitting and talking like this,” Kit pointed out. “The nephilim and downworlders would be at war.” (Yess, if they would have killed Magnus the war would have started. Smart little shits!!)

Kitty be like: Will you☺️go investigate☺️☺️ a case☺️☺️with me?? ☺️

Mavid supremacy only!!

“Everywhere is Paris when I am with you.” My heart, my soul🥺🥺

Max, no!

“Marriage and children…They are not for everyone,” Kit said. “It doesn’t complete a relationship and the lack of it doesn’t make your relationship any weaker. Ty and I are we very happy together. And for us, that’s enough for now.” (OK, but its just feels so nice to have this topic included. THANK YOU!)

“Mina will have your head if you don’t get married. She has been working on a Pinterest board for years now.” (That lil shi. I love her 💙)

Wow. I loved their conversation. Its beautiful!! 🥺💙

I... I... WTF DANI??

SERIOUSLY?? SERIOUSLY?!?!? DANI I JUST WANT TO TALK- And the fun fact!!! Not funny Dani!!!

Now i'll go to sleep thinking about this 🙂

Anyway, amazing chapter, Mavid supremacy, love Alec, Rosewood shiper, and WTF is wrong with the end??? 💙💙

Your love for David makes me so damn emo send help 🥺🥺🥺

[drpepperwithcream]

Marinette completes her Guardian training

I’m bored and this shit is cute so lol enjoy!

So this happens a couple years later and more people get their miraculous

Mari completes her training and is now a guardian

Part of the training is to learn all power-up recipes, and Marinette decides to experiment and managed to create a non-useful power-up: Elegant

Basically, it’s a fancy outfit with a mask.

“Elegant Tikki! Spots on!”

Ladybug in a red dress with black spots with a mask. Up to your imagination how she looks, I just think of cute stuff

Marinette designed it of course

Master Fu sees Elegant Ladybug and she freaks out and quickly says spots off to detransform.

She apologizes for “messing around” but Master Fu says not to worry and it gives him an idea: A Miraculous Party!

It would mostly be for Ladybug becoming a guardian, but all of the holders get to go (except for Hawkmoth and Myaura of course)

Tikki is all for it because Marinette deserves it for working so hard

Marinette agrees.

Fu starts planning the ceremony and Marinette designs all the elegant costumes with the respective Kwamis (minus Plagg, because she knows what Plagg and Chat would like) to give the Kwamis something to go off of and because Marinette knows what everyone would like.

They plan the ceremony late at night because there would be less of a chance Hawkmoth would cause an akuma, less chance of news crews or people to catch holders hopping roofs all dressed up, and because it’d be easier for everyone to sneak out if everyone is asleep.

She also makes the Kwami power-up food as well

After three months of planning, it’s time for the party

PARTY TIME!

Ladybug and Fu deliver the miraculouses and power-ups along with a note explaining the event, note disappearing soon after being read.

Then badabing badaboom we got fancy-ed up Miraculous holders hopping across Paris rooftops to a hidden speakeasy or an old building idk

We got Rena Rouge, Carapace, Queen Bee, Viperion, Ryuko, Bunnix, King Monkey, Pegasus, everyone else who’s received one

Ladybug is greeting everyone and thanking them for coming

THEN fashionably late is Chat Noir in his fancy black tux with green accents

“M’Lady?”

“Chat, I was beginning to think you weren’t going to come.”

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, Bugaboo.” Pulls out a couple red roses and sticks them in her pigtails (or other hairdo if you imagine something else, idk I’m just a content dealer provider).

“Evening, Chat Noir,” Master Fu greets.

“Evening, Master.”

“It’s a big night tonight.”

“I’m so glad everyone showed up, the party looks awesome!” Chat said.

Chat is the only one who knew about the party in advance, like a couple weeks before. He knows what it’s for. Rather WHO it’s for.

“Congrats, Ladybug, On everything.”

“Thank you, Chat.”

Master Fu then exclaims “LET’S PARTY!”

Carapace starts the party because he’s a DJ. He DJs for a few songs then leaves a playlist so he can go interact with people (*cough* *cough* Rena *cough* *cough*)

Everyone is dancing, having fun, eating snacks, drinking soda/sparkling cider

Then a slow song comes on. Rena and Carapace are slow dancing already, others sit out or ask each other.

“M’Lady, may I have this dance?” Chat asks.

“Of course, Chat.”

They go dance together.

Chat asks Ladybug if she’s nervous about her speech

She confesses that she is and Chat tells her that she’ll do great

You know how Alya became the ultimate wingwoman in Despair Bear? Rena did the same thing with Chat and Ladybug.

But this time Ladybug shugs and pulls herself closer to Chat and he blushes before pulling her closer to dance how they did in Despair Bear.

Everyone just brushes off the De ja vu from it.

The song ends then Fu asks everyone to take their seats.

Fu talks a bit and thanks everyone, then proceeds to talk about Ladybug and Chat Noir and how far they’ve come, going into Ladybug becoming the new guardian then he asks Ladybug to come up and speak

Ladybug is nervous, but Chat’s smile calms her down.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you, all. It’s been a pleasure to be your Ladybug and an honor to be the new guardian. You all deserve to be here tonight, each of you has proven yourself one way or another, so thank you for helping us, none of us would be here without each of you. But most importantly, I want to thank the one who’s been by my side all this time, the one who in the worst times kept me going, and thank him for the many sacrifices he made to save Paris and to save me. The one who blindly trusted me from the first day we met, I want to thank my partner, Chat Noir.”

Ladybug extends her hand to her partner and Chat stands up and makes his way to her. Ladybug pulls out her yoyo and opens it up and pulls out a small bag.

“These are Forget-Me-Not seeds. They mean that you forget me not.”

Chat smiled at her, and her reasoning.

“I don’t want you to ever forget all the times we shared together or how much you mean to me. You’re the best partner I could have ever asked for.”

Ladybug puts the seeds in his hand as they hug, kissing his cheek.

“Thank you, Ladybug.”

Half the audience is crying at this point at how sweet that dedication was.

They hug for a while and Chat wipes a tear when they pull away.

The party continues after that. More dancing, more chatting, more partying

Eventually, the party ends. Everyone has specific instructions to put the miraculous back in the boxes when they get back home and Master Fu/Ladybug/Chat Noir will come pick them up while they sleep.

They get all the miraculouses back and clean up in an hour and then Ladybug and Chat Noir head home.

“M’Lady, thank you. What you said means a lot.”

“You mean a lot to me.”

They hug again then go their separate ways.

BONUS

Adrien is now into gardening, his favorite is his patch of Forget-Me-Nots

Forget-Me-Not flowers are usually blue... do what you want with that information.

Half the class is extremely tired the next day and no one knows why

Alya, Nino, and Adrien go to Marinette’s to play video games. They look through her scattered papers and find Ladybug, Chat Noir, Rena Rouge, Carapace, and other superhero sketches in fancy outfits.

They’re all impressed at first then they realize that they match the ones from the party.

“Marinette, what are these?” Alya asked.

Marinette glances over. “Those are just sketches.”

Then she realizes what those sketches were... and that Alya and Nino were here, and saw them.

Oh, shi-

“I wanted to see what it would be like if they were all dressed up, you know.”

“The detail on this is amazing!”

“Adrien, look at this Chat Noir one!”

“This Ladybug one is beautiful, there’s so much detail.”

Marinette internally panics

She can see Alya glance at her then back down at the sketches, gears turning. 

Tikki is literally behind the three doing charades for Marinette on how to defuse the situation.

“Well um... those were kind of... commissioned...”

That caught Alya’s attention. “Who commissioned you to do these?”

“You guys can’t tell anyone!”

“We won’t, we promise.”

Marinette sighed. “Ladybug asked me to do them.

“What?! When?!”

“Uh... A few months ago. She knew that I did stuff for Jagged so she asked me to do a sketch for her in a dress so she could test something out. Then she asked me to do it for all the other superheroes. I don’t know what it was for, though. I think it was for a party or something.”

Alya is literally holding back everything about the party. She’s flipping out that her best friend designed outfits for an entire exclusive party.

Nino is trying to calm his girlfriend down.

Adrien then chimes in, “If they were designed by you, I’m sure they turned out great! Ladybug made the right choice in coming to you.”

“Thank you, Adrien!”

Later that day, Chat Noir asks Ladybug about the outfits while they were on patrol. 

Same story, she commissioned the girl who did amazing work for Jagged Stone to design outfits for the party.

Chat asked what Ladybug did in exchange was.

“Marinette wanted to do some sketching from the very top of the Eiffel tower and she wanted to know what it was for.”

Chat offered to do it for her.

So the next day, Chat Noir picked up Marinette and they went to the top of the Eiffel tower. He told her about the party, then he gushed about Ladybug and her designs.

Marinette blushes

No one questions a fucking thing.

[ixnova]

Okay so IDK if I will continue this as an actual fiction exploring this, maybe but I just wanted to get one specific scene  out so I wrote some context for the scene so uh YEAH enjoy this concept. new to writing for this fandom sorry in advance.

It was a Sunday. Don't let the name fool you, in fact today wasn't a particularly nice day. The sky was cloudy and it was cold enough to need a proper jacket. London had seen better days, but of course, this kind of weather wasn't unusual either. It just wasn't anything to celebrate. No plans to be made to spend the day with the family at the park. Perhaps it was even threatening to rain later on in the day, or maybe the wind could shift just enough, that the tiniest glimpse of the sun would peak out at the times when people wouldn't even be looking to notice it. Other than that one could say that today, was just as ordinary as any other day. Just as ordinary as any other day, only if you were mortal, that was. There were two men in London just finishing up with a late lunch who couldn't be more thankful for Sunday. Sunday was a wonderful day to each of them, there wasn't a better day to be had. The weather to them could be considered perfect. Sure, it could turn at a moments notice but what was a bit of rain water among good friends? It's not like they'd expect to end up completely soaked today, the probability of that happening was highly unlikely. Especially not on a Sunday, nothing bad could ever, possibly happen to them on a Sunday. Sunday was their favourite day, for it was the first day of which the rest of their lives began. And perhaps, sometime in the far future, Sunday would also be the last day, of which their rest of their lives would end. “That was perhaps one of the better lunches I've ever had.” “Yeah well, they burnt your starter course, but given the circumstances I'd say the rest of it turned out well.” “...If you've done what I am assuming you've done, I do hope you've remembered to return them to normal and leave a hefty tip.” “Yea- Right. About that, uh. Lovely weather, huh?” A Demon and an Angel, a most unlikely duo are found leaving a quaint restaurant off the far corner of main street. The tall and brooding one who held the door open upon exit was known as Crowley. The slightly shorter, polite gentleman that thanked him before stepping ahead of him to leave was known as Aziraphale. Crowley snapped his fingers while Aziraphale glanced upwards to question the overcast sky, and suddenly the waiters and staff at the restaurant they just left had worked the best shift of their lives and found themselves with a worthy tip. “Right. So, you enjoyed lunch?” Aziraphale glanced over his shoulder back at the restaurant before he smirked, turning back to Crowley. “Yes, thank you.” “'Course.” Crowley nodded and extended his hand forward to gesture in a direction down the street for which they could start walking. “Also, weather's a tad off, don't you think? Could be better.” “What? No, the weathers lovely.” “For you maybe.” “Oh please, it's just a bit grey. But it's not too warm! Or too cold, just  right if you're dressed properly.” “Yes, but what about the rain?” “It's not going to rain.” “But-” “It's not going to rain.” Crowley stopped for a moment, standing in front of Aziraphale, making sure he heard what he had said, or would he have to repeat himself for a third time. “Fancy a bit of dessert?” Aziraphale raised a  brow at Crowley, almost knowingly, before smiling and walking past him again. “Oh, how you tempt me, Crowley.” “It's what I do.” Crowley chuckled. “Is the parlour open on Sundays?” “It can be.” Crowley suggested. “Oh, but I feel terrible having them work on their day off.” Aziraphale replied, frowning slightly at the thought. “It's just not right to force them to do that because I'm craving some vanilla whip.” “You have any better suggestions?” Crowley questioned. “Actually yes- I tried a new recipe from the many cookbooks I own, and I've discovered quite the fitting recipe-” “Do I dare inquire what it is?” Aziraphale chuckled to himself before speaking. “Angle cakes.” “Oh dear lo-” Crowley cut himself off, rolling his eyes. “Oh! And they have another delightful dish I'd love to try as well.” Aziraphale continued. “A chocolate cake called 'Devils Food' cake. Funny, isn't it?” Crowley inhaled sharply through his nose as he grinned, it wasn't exactly a laugh but he did find it amusing. “Wonder where the mortals come up with things like that?” “Beats me,” Aziraphale shrugged. “But I do find it ironically fitting in a way.” He clasped his hands together, picking up the pace and leading Crowley down a different street. “You have to try them! We are stopping by the shop right now, I'll whip some up for you.” “Sure, and then you can boil the kettle and we'd have a spot of tea and discuss the evening news.” Crowley replied, willingly following the aspiring baker. “When have we ever-” “It's a joke, Angel,” Crowley sighed, shaking his head as the reaction didn't surprise him. “I'd love to try some.” “Oh! Right, haha.” Remember when we talked about how sometimes the sun would show up today, at the most inopportune times when people couldn't truly appreciate it? Well, funny enough something that seemed exactly like this started to take place, except someone was witnessed to it. Two of them, in fact. As the pair walked a gap cleared in the sky above, allowing the slightest bit of sun to come through, shining down on to them. It almost seemed like the beams were following them as they walked. “Well that's rather strange.” Aziraphale stated, looking up at the clear sky. “You mean you're not doing that?” Crowley questioned, squinting as he gazed up in to the sky as well. “No, you said it wasn't going to rain, I saw no need for there to be sun.” Aziraphale “...That is rather strange.” Crowley agreed, and the pair stopped, taking a moment to look around. “Aziraphale!” “Oh good Heavens!” The Angel flinched as a familiar voice boomed from above. “Uh- Yes? Hello? It's been awhile hasn't it- uh, I trust you're doing well?” “Ah, that'd explain it.” Crowley mumbled, stepping back a little bit. “I'll just, I'll wait over there.” He motioned behind himself to the other side of the road, starting to slowly make his way there. “You too, Crowley.” Another voice boomed, this one the Demon knew all too well, as the gap in the sky widened to hover over him as well. “Ah, Shi- Yes, Hi.” Crowley turned around on his heel, looking up in to the nothingness of the sky. “Pardon me, but uh, didn't we have an agreement with you lot to leave us alone?” “Come.” The voices boomed together and suddenly the pair were swept up in a sudden flash of supernatural powers. What was only mere seconds could easily have been eternity as the duo landed on the strange ground. The sky was always clear in this location, and the ground felt familiar, grey, and fluffy. “Oh. Uhm.” Crowley was the first to speak, looking around and realizing where he was, a natural flap of his wings as he saw the figures in the distance approach them. “S-Should I be-” He gestured to himself, then looked at Aziraphale to his side, questionably. “Relax, it's just a cloud top.” Aziraphale confirmed, being more familiar with the landscape than his demonic companion. “It'd have to be something really important, or bad, to actually bring you all the way up there.” He chuckled slightly. “Ah, good, right then.” Crowley mumbled, shifting in place, glancing over Aziraphale and his wings quickly before looking back at the ones who summoned them here. “Gabriel?” Aziraphale questioned the first figure whom stood across from himself. “Beelzebub!?” Crowley accused the second figure whom stand adjacent to the first. “Now, Just hold on a second, there best be a good reason you're interrupting our day like this.” “Mayhaps they are expecting another Armageddon and need the best men for the job?” Aziraphale suggested, grinning a bit when Crowley did in fact chuckle at this joke. “Oh haha, I'm sure you two would enjoy that, wouldn't you?” Gabriel questioned as he stood firmly, hands pitched against one another as he spoke. “We have been discussing many things since we last spoke.” Beelzebub picked up. “Thanks to the stunt you two pulled, there's been much communication between both sides as of late.” “I take it that means a peace treaty is in the works and you wanted witnesses?” Crowley suggested. “Aight well lets make it quick-” “No.” Beelzebub cut him off sternly, making sure to shove him back in place with a force when he tried to start walking past her. “Actually, the war between Heaven and Hell has become more than heated since you two ruined the Divine Plan.” Gabriel sneered, collapsing one hand as it caught his fist. “Oh, but what about the ineffable pla-” “Shut your face!” Gabriel cut off Aziraphale. “The Divine Plan has been... Reworked.” Beelzebub stated, glancing over the pair before continuing. “We are waiting for the big one, before we strike now, and as such work has resumed as normal for both parties, if not perhaps increased since you two got in put in to the mix.” “Right, so that's wonderful, I'm glad. Would be a shame to see 20 million supernatural beings out of a job, eh?” Crowley rolled his eyes as he took a look at his watch. “So what's that got to do with us?” “Oh well you see, we've been doing some talking with the... Higher, up.” Gabriel explained, taking a step closer as did Beelzebub. “We've been working closely to better understand the so called ineffable plan, that you two seem to regard so highly.” Beelzebub added, steeping now and having Gabriel follow. Crowley and Aziraphale wanted to back up, they very much disliked the thought of getting too close to those who ranked this high in their own respective divisions. The funny thing was though, that they couldn't. It was only as if they were frozen in place, by a force much stronger than that of their own. “Now, I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation that you're going to expose to us any minute!” Aziraphale stated nervously as he glanced quickly over to Crowley. “Like, oh, I dunno, relinquishing your positions to ones better suited for the carrying out of the ineffable plan?” Crowley asked, trying to keep calm and play things off as he normally did. “I think I know of a few worthy candidates, like dear Aziraphale here, and perhaps, my self-” “Shut up.” This was said in unison as there was little to no personal space between both sets of Heaven and Hell now. The Angel and Demon did so, but not because they wanted to. “Did you really think we wouldn't of caught on to your little 'magic trick'?” Gabriel questioned them. “Clever, but unfortunately not clever enough.” Beelzebub commented. “The only way a Demon could survive Holy Water and an Angel to defy Hellfire, would be if they swapped places...” “Or, if they were- Well, why don't we let you figure this one out yourself?” Gabriel finished. Suddenly, at the same time, both higher beings gave a quick flick of their wrists. Gabriel's summoned a small whirlpool of liquid, twisting and turning in his grasp, and the same could be said for Beelzebub, though this was the hot searing of an open flame. “Holy Water?!” “Hellfire!?” Crowley and Aziraphale stammered out as they desperately tried to back away. “C-can we perhaps, talk about this?” Aziraphale asked, tilting his head slightly as he stared back at the Archangel. “Oh c'mon, you're not still mad about this, are you?” Crowley complained at the Prince. “Misbehaviour must be punished. Justice needs to be served.” Gabriel expressed as he stepped aside to swap placements with Beelzebub. “Don't act so surprised, this is all within the ineffable plan.” Beelzebub grinned wickedly, already reaching towards Aziraphale with the Hellfire. “Wait-” Crowley instantly reached to try and protect Aziraphale, only to be pushed back again by Gabriel's threats. “Hope you enjoyed it while it lasted.” Gabriel laughed. What happened next, wasn't exactly what one would expect to be done. Simply put, they could have spilled the tiniest drop on any part of Aziraphale or Crowley's body and instantly the pair would have been wiped from existence. This would be the most quickest and effective way to dispose of the trouble makers, and would save a lot less paper work for both head offices in the long run. However, as the Archangel and Prince of Darkness mentioned,  this was not how the ineffable plan was supposed to go. Instead, something different took place that neither Demon nor Angel could have predicted.  Perhaps the Nice and Accurate Prophecies of a certain with could have prevented this from happening, but not even the future could change what is to be decidedly fate. The pair both braced themselves expecting the worse, and their minds it was. A searing pain, that burned them through to their core, feeling like they'd live with the scars it left forever, even though they wouldn't be alive at all. The higher beings reached a hand out each, and purposely avoided the bodies, instead reaching behind them. In a swift motion they attacked the duo's wings. In a flash they had gone up, as quickly as the pair were summoned, burning long and hard, causing the Angel and Demon to cripple over in pain. Screams so loud and desperate that they weren't ever sure if they'd even feel pain again after this moment. And then it happened. The ground from under them dissipated, exposing them back to the Earth below them. A split moment of time felt like it was frozen for eons as the pair processed what exactly was happening. Instead of pain, it was now quickly replaced with fear. The minute time resumed again was when they were already plummeting to their doom. Watching them from the clouds above, Gabriel and Beelzebub smirked proudly, before turning and taking their leave. The wind rushed past them feeling like knives cutting through their skin. Lord knows how high they were or how long it would be before they finally connected with the ground again. Would they even end up in London? Did they even have time to question things like this. They were falling, uncontrollably at that. Crowley reacted as he glanced at the ground approaching closer and closer, he'd figured they'd only have about fifteen seconds or so. Aziraphale was hoping they'd have much longer than that, or perhaps thinking if they could keep falling forever, surely it wouldn't be that bad? It would, in fact, be leagues better than finally contacting the ground. He'd already been discorporated once, he'd hate to have to go through all of that again. “Angel!” Crowley's voice was barely audible above his own screams and the passing wind, but it was enough to catch Aziraphale's attention. Crowley was scrambling in the air to re adjust himself, trying to close the gap between himself and Aziraphale. He was desperately reaching a hand out for him. It didn't take long for Aziraphale to catch on, returning the gesture, stretching as far as he could to just barely make contact with Crowley's hand. Now, anyone could tell you that normally anyone travelling towards to surface of the Earth at this speed would have a rough landing. Sure no one had conducted experiments on the exact height a Demon and Angel are dropped from a cloud, but there were enough failed sky-diving attempts to give a pretty accurate estimation. Directly below the pair is a large lake, the same lake they visited multiple times in central park to feed the ducks and discuss a matter of things throughout the years. Yet, throughout all those times, none of them knew how deep the lake really was. Not that it mattered, because any normal human hitting water as such a high velocity would surely expire upon impact. There's a little thing called surface tension that would lead to prove all of the Sunday morning cartoons false. However, it would simply take a miracle to survive the impact. The pair crashed down, scattering a large wave that upset quite a large amount of ducks nesting nearby, and perhaps drew the attention of a few onlookers who didn't exactly know what they saw, but knew the end result – Two men, splashing about in the local lake, something that very much was probably illegal, and would be attracting the local authorities soon enough. Crowley surfaced first, looking around as he struggled to stay afloat. His anxiety calmed a bit as Aziraphale breeches not too far from him. To be quite honest, he wasn't exactly sure if the Angel could swim, and right now was probably the worst way to have found out about it. “We're alive!?” Aziraphale exclaimed, splashing around frantically as he tried to get his bearings, glancing back over at Crowley. “Yeah, unfortunately.” Crowley huffed, starting already to make his way to the shore. “But, if we're not dead then-” Aziraphale followed suit behind Crowley, and shorty the pair were able to drag themselves out of the considerably cool waters, perching on walk path as they shook off the extra water. “What happened back there!? What was all of that about!?” Crowley questioned, cough a bit as he spat the fowl water from his mouth and nose, taking a moment to catch his breath. “Why didn't you teleport away?” “I couldn't!” Aziraphale responded, also winded and just as confused as the Demon. “I-Why didn't you just make us fly?” “I wasn't able!” Crowley hissed back, standing up straight now and wiping hands through his hair. “It's a wonder we survived that fall!” “Probably a joint effort.” Aziraphale noted, before he then froze up, realizing that he was able to just blink and remove the water from his clothing. “Oh good lord-” “What? What is it!?” Crowley questioned, stepping closer to the Angel as he noticed his body language change to one of fear and worry. “I-Oh my I've...” Aziraphale could barely get the words past his lips before he piratically broke out in a sob. “T-The fall! My Miracles, I can't... No they wouldn't... I... What have I done to deserve this? I've always done the greater good, even the- Oh my Heaven's divine! I've fallen! Crowley I've fallen!” Crowley instantly stepped back from Aziraphale, looking completely astonished, perhaps a bit disgusted. “Oh you haven't, trust me you haven't!” He then raised his voice a bit, pointing at himself as he addressed Aziraphale. “I should know if you've fallen, I've bloody well experienced it first hand! That was not, falling! Christ, I wish my fall was that fucking pleasant!” “W-well I just, you know I- Maybe they went easy on me?” Aziraphale stammered out. “Pah-” Crowley shoved off from Aziraphale, turning away as he took off his jacket, starting to manually strain it off the water. Aziraphale observed this for just a second before it clicked. “Wait, why can't you just-” He paused again. “You too? You can't do Miracles now either?” “O-oh no I can I just, prefer to do things the hard way, y'know? Keeps me grounded.” Crowley wasn't at all confident in his claims. “I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this.” Aziraphale frowned as he gazed down at his hands, taking a moment, before looking up and examining demon closely. “Crowley.” All it took was his name addressed to get the Demon to look directly at the Angel, questionably. And one glance was all it took to make Aziraphale's heart nearly jump out of his chest. “My God-” Aziraphale gasped bringing a hand up to his mouth and staring back at Crowley in shock. “What now?” Crowley rolled his eyes as he groaned in annoyance, the surprised reactions really starting to irritate him. “Have I got something on my face? Bit of bloody lake grass?” “Your eyes.” “What about 'em?” “...They're...” Aziraphale took a good long moment, staring back as if he wasn't actually believing what he was seeing. He wasn't really, not fully anyway. There was no possible way this could be happening. “They're... Normal.” “Normal?” Crowley shook his head, not completely sure what the Angel meant by that. “What do you mean, normal? That's good isn't it?” Aziraphale just shook his head, scrambling to check his pockets, suddenly pulling out an old dated pocket watch, it was polished almost to perfection though, reflecting whatever came in to view. He handed to Crowley. Crowley snatched it instantly and quickly held it up to his face, staring back in to the little section of his own reflection, and then suddenly he saw, or rather it was what he didn't see. Looking back at him was normal, human eyes. They were coloured brown if he were to describe them in detail. It wasn't what he was expecting to see, that was for sure. A far cry from the serpent slit's he'd had his whole existance. “What does this mean?” Aziraphale asked, stepping closer to Crowley. “A-Are you...Human? Did they-?” “Worse.” Crowley acknowledged, tossing the watch back to Aziraphale, already starting on a game plan it seemed as he started to stroll out of the park, Aziraphale quickly following up behind him. “Worse? What do you mean worse?” Aziraphale continued to question him. “What could be worse than what's already happened? They've taken our magic, and changed your eyes. What could be worse than what's already going on?” Crowley suddenly stopped again, looking back over his shoulder at Aziraphale. “Do you want the short explanation or the long one?” Aziraphale went to speak his reply, before catching himself, pausing then changing his mind. “Short.” He stated. “Lay it on me, then.” Crowley sighed, shifting in his spot as he rubbed his tongue on the inside of his mouth before replying. “We're mortals.”

[mintgator]

MDZS fic ideas

Things I’d love to see in Mo Doa Zu Shi fanfiction. These are my notes for things I have told myself I am not allowed to write. I’ve read...so many fics for this fandom, like most of the archive, and I’m sad that I’m pretty much at the point of rereading/waiting for updates. These ideas have been swimming around in my head that I have no time to write, so PLEASE someone take them and gimme some new words to read, I beg you.  Of course, end goal should be wangxian in some way, because otherwise WHAT IS THE POINT, but I don’t have time to write these, so...here you go. Please let me know if you use them. I wanna read these, but I don’t have time to write them, so maybe someone else will want to.

*Time Travel AU in which WWX goes back and for some reason tells Madame Yu all the bullshit that’s gonna happen, so they team up and fix all the things. I just...really want Mama Yu to like WWX thanks. And dear god, LET JC BE HAPPY! I need so much more resolution on that front. Even the book did not satisfy me. I WANT MY BOYS TO GET ALONG! And I want Mama Yu to not be awful and abusive to WWX! I mean she had reasons for being salty but uh that is NOT good justification for the shit she pulled with WWX. Also, hell, let Jiang Fengmian get his core melted and have Madame Yu run the sect. WE NEED FEMALE REP.

*Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze live so WWX gets to grow up with his parents. He meets LWJ as a rogue cultivator or something idk. This would make a fun oneshot.

*LWJ’s mother lives! Honestly, I just want happy Lan-fam. Can I get that please? Just how much would it change the dynamic of the story if LWJ’s father led the sect properly and his mother wasn’t locked away in a goddamn building and actually got to spend more time with her kids? I am forever salty that we’ll never know why Mama Lan killed her hubby’s teacher or w/e. Somebody GIVE ME SOME REASONING.

*WWX gets taken in and claimed as heir by Wen Ruohan...and WWX doesn’t learn that their ways are wrong until he’s at least a teen (perhaps when sent to train at the Cloud Recesses?) and realizes how the other Sects really feel about them. Give him some convoluted morals that he has to unlearn. Make Wen Xu and Wen Chao hate him for being chosen over them. Change Wei Wuxian/Wei Ying into Wen Ying/Wen Wuxian and have it be a secret that he’s not actually a Wen. Have WWX actually not want the Wen Sect destroyed because despite how messed up its people are, not all of them are bad--mostly just those in power (it still baffles me that the other clans just DESTROYED an entire sect, like I know the Wens burned Lotus Pier but DAMN that’s cold!) Even some kind of variation where WWX influences Wen Ruohan and his children’s evil mindset would be really interesting. Otherwise, can you imagine WWX with Chenqing on the Wen side? Ouch. Also, this sticks WWX with Wen Ning and Wen Qing early on and I LOVE THEM, so there’s that.

*WWX doesn’t come back after his first death, and LWJ achieves immortality because he’s stubbornly still looking/waiting for WWX. Two centuries pass (we’re going to ignore any technological advancements and replace them with cultivation advancements or something) and LWJ ends up befriending a nice lady cultivator who falls for him, and even though he only considers her a friend, he agrees to marry her. They have 1 very stubborn gay daughter (only from consummation sex which brings up a boatload of other problems) who somehow stumbles across a reborn!WWX with all his memories--daughter is hella bitter that her father clearly does not return her mother’s affections and that he is apparently pining for someone who is so long dead that people don’t actually remember his name (ie - people remember Yiling Laozu but not that his name was Wei Wuxian). But without knowing who he is, the daughter ends up liking WWX until she finds out the truth about who he is and drama ensues. Can you tell I’ve wanted to write this one so badly? I mean I could just about draft an outline, but I HAVE TO FOCUS ON MY ORIGINAL NOVEL I’M SORRY.

*Time Travel AU in which Yanli alone gets a do-over with all the future knowledge and fixes everything just by being her amazing self. I feel like she’d be a really keen manipulator.

*The story from NHS’s pov. I wanna read all his manipulations and him putting them into place. Is there anything like this out there? Because oh my GOD I wanna know what’s going through his head sometimes. I really, really do!

*Jiang Cheng/Wen Ning - AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS WOULD BE AN ENTERTAINING SHIP? Just...I sort of tolerate the JC/LXC and JC/NHS pairings because they’re commonly used, but honestly, I’m not crazy about either one. However, WN is such a sweetheart and JC is such a hothead and there is so much opportunity for drama there. Also, in some cases depending on timeline...WN is, yunno, a corpse--a fixable thing if you weave in WWX’s involvement and make him and JC get along again. GIVE ME THAT. Like I don’t read much other than wangxian focused fic, but I would read the hell out of this (also you could easily balance those two pairings).

*Somewhere in the waiting gap, LWJ is given three tasks by a deity of some sort who promises to bring WWX back if he completes him...but these tasks have to UTTERLY go against LWJ’s character and completely destroy his reputation as Hanguang Jun. Honestly, this could go cracky or painfully dark.

*No idea how, but Mo Xuanyu manages to bring WWX back fully in-tact and they both get to live. WWX of course takes MXY under his wing, and together they avoid the notice of even LWJ for a lot longer than WWX did in canon. I would love to see them figuring out the whole JGY plot in the background and LWJ tailing them around just a little too late to the party each time a major event goes down until finding out in some kind of dramatic finale that WWX has been back for a while. I have yet to see characterization for MXY that I really like. Most people make him either ridiculously whiny or so much like WWX that they may as well be the same character. :/ So, uh, maybe a different approach? I mean MXY is allowed some complaints, he’s had a rough time of things, but come ON.

*Lan Wanji never finds Wen Yuan and poor widdle Shizui manages to survive into adolescence living on his own in the burial mounds...accompanied by the fragmented ghost of his Xian-gege who very slowly is pieced back together by A-Yuan, who has sort of naturally started using demonic cultivation and somehow develops a heroic reputation as a rogue cultivator. Why? Because he’s Shizui, and Shizui is SO PURE OK? Maybe he has a fascination with LWJ, even though his memories of Rich Gege are kind of fuzzy. Shizui matchmakes his two ridiculous dads. Oh and inquiry doesn’t work on WWX cuz his soul is shrouded by the resentful energy in the burial mounds.

*The Wen clan burns the Cloud Recesses to the ground around the same time WWX has lost his parents, but LWJ somehow escapes. Reportedly, everyone in GusuLan is now dead, but he somehow ends up in the same town as WWX. They meet and bond immediately. Maybe LWJ saves WWX from the dogs. Anyway, JFM never finds WWX, so he and LWJ grow up together in poverty, eventually teaching themselves cultivation and night hunting, until their fame grows so much that they catch the attention of the Wen clan (or something). Have them ridiculously dedicated to each other, already in love and thinking of themselves as cultivation partners. I want their bond to straight-up shock people. LET THEM BE SHAMELESS. LWJ would have to have a fake name and wear something other than white.

*LWJ and WWX figure out their relationship stuff a lot sooner and end up building a proper sect in the burial mounds. I want LWJ wearing WWX’s colors. I want demonic cultivation to work hand-in-hand with regular cultivation. I want them to find artifacts or books or something in the burial mounds indicating a civilization used to be there that also studied demonic cultivation, or maybe they actually find some long forgotten god/dess of demonic cultivation who empowers them in exchange for worship.

*LWJ was not whipped for protecting WWX, he was imprisoned for life, not in GusuLan, but in some godforsaken prison that is so intense no one in the clans really likes to talk about it. I want him flung into some hellprison with ghosts and demons, where only his cultivation keeps him alive (and relatively sane) for that decade-ish gap until WWX’s fragmented ghost somehow finds him. Of course, WWX realizes LWJ loves him, which triggers in WWX a want to finally come back to life. He finds a way back to the living world and rains hell upon the people who decided it was a good idea to imprison LWJ until someone finally tells him how to get to the prison. He frees LWJ and helps him recover while all the JGY stuff is going on the background. Wangxian returns to the cultivation world in time to stop that catastrophe. (Before LWJ is imprisoned, he makes LXC promise to take care of A-Yuan of course!)

*WWX gets flung into the burial mounds and embraces demonic cultivation, but realizes he has somehow bound himself to the awful place and can’t leave. Over time, he lures stragglers and refugees to the mounds, where he welcomes them to stay and live safely. Outside, the Sunshot Campaign is a failure and what remains of the sects bow in subservience to the Wen clan. Inflicted with some permanent disabilities from the war and left to run GusuLan now that his brother and uncle are dead (sorry Xichen), Lan Wanji never gets the chance to go looking for WWX. Thirteen years pass and WWX has absorbed so much resentful energy from the burial mounds that he is practically a part of it. Finally, he is able to leave, but the world he finds is much different from the one he remembers, and his health fades fast when he is outside of the mounds. Somehow, WWX figures out that demonic cultivation doesn’t damage the body/soul/temperament if somehow counterbalanced properly with a golden core--and since he doesn’t have one, he and LWJ do a soulbond thing so that their cores (WWX: demonic and LWJ: golden) balance each other. Then he can take on the Wens.

I could literally whip out ideas nonstop, but these are the big ones that have been just...beating on the walls of skull trying to get out. Of course, they don’t always account for everything, so more thought is needed. Anyway, if you write any of these, please let me know so I can read them, and of course a shoutout would be nice. c: My username on ao3 is the same as here. Enjoy~!

[gladio-to-meet-you]

Tattoos (ft the Chocobros and Nyx)

Third request from @ta-ka-shi-ma, feel free to send more in - that's aimed at anyone willing, ofc c: I'm down to one more ask and one WIP and it feels weird. I thrive under pressure and having more requests or WIPs make me work faster?? Idk I'm weird

I'm not too familiar with tattoo shops or tattoo artists...so I hope I did this some justice?! Don't hate me

~~~

Ignis

Having been kept busy with his Advisor duties and running around with the Prince outside the city, he hadn't seen you for more than a few minutes at a time in over a month and he was getting burnt out from it. The first morning back, he walked in and heard the shower running, so he decided he'd make breakfast and surprise you. He managed to time everything just right and was setting the last plate on the table as you came walking out of the bedroom in a tank top and shorts, toweling your hair as you walked. "Mmm, smells good, thank you, Iggy!" You smiled and leaned up on your toes to give him a kiss.

It was as your turned to head to the table that the flash of color on your shoulder blade caught his attention. "Babe, did you get that while I was gone?" He asked, reaching out to lightly trace it when you encouraged him to. As you guys ate breakfast you explained that you had finally gotten the tattoos you had been dreaming of and that you were getting your own shop set up with a friend after going over the finances so if he ever wanted a tattoo, he should come to you and you would make it the best work you had ever done.

Prompto

He woke up to you running around the apartment, scrambling to find something. "Prom, if you see my sketch pad, please bring it to me, I'm running late!" So with a tender kiss to his temple, you were off. He lazed about for a few minutes before getting up to eat a quick breakfast and have a cup of coffee before he started searching the apartment. He turned the place upside down looking for that damned sketchbook and found it under the couch? Whatever, he found it at least.

After texting you for your work address, he grabbed his camera and the book and was leaving to find you to give it to you. He knew you had some artistic ability, hence the sketchpad, but due to how busy you both were, he hadn't found a good time to ask what you did. He found out once he arrived at the building you worked in, his eyes going wide. He bounded in and the guy at the desk recognized him from pictures and stories you had shared and pointed to your work space. "Babe, babe, babe! If I decide on a tattoo, can you do it for me?!" The overexcitable boy that was your significant other was extremely twitchy and excited, taking pictures of you after handing over your sketch book.

Noctis

He knew your pain tolerance was weird and depended on the situation, but he didn't expect to see you entering a tattoo shop while he was out with Prompto. You had mentioned, a while back at this point, that you did want a couple that held a lot of meaning. One of them he totally understood, since both of you suffered from depression. But you hadn't mentioned going through with it. He shared a look with his best friend and they were darting across the street and peering in the window. "What's she doing here?" All the Prince could do was shrug ss they watched you walk into the back.

They shared another look before walking in, looking around. When the guy at the front desk looked up, his eyes widened dramatically. "P-Prince Noctis! Wh-What can I do for you?" His startled exclamation brought you from the back and you beamed at seeing the duo. "I didn't think you wanted to see where I worked!" You chirped, hugging Prompto and then pulling Noctis down for a quick kiss. You showed them around and even showed off some of your own works before revealing the tattoo on your wrist that stayed hidden by your bracelets and the one you had gotten in the past month on your calf. You escorted them out of the shop over an hour later, promising to meet up at Prompto's for game night.

Gladio

He's not new to the tattoo world, but it did come as a surprise for him to find out you had a few of your own. Nowhere near as big as his, but he had to take a few moments to connect the you he knew with having any sort of tattoo because you were so small and soft spoken compared to him. You didn't look like you would have any but he should've realized it since you seemed to be on a first name basis with the Kingsglaive. You had to know them from somewhere, so maybe from the time it took to get your tattoos?

He shrugged it off and went about his business until one day you left your notebook at home in your study and you desperately needed him to run it in to you. He never thought to flip through it, he wasn't a snoop. If you wanted him to know something, he trusted you to tell him. So he scooped it up and got your work address and set off. He gets a bit confused when he walks into the shop but he shrugs it off and walks to the front desk, wondering if you were manning it. Nope, the girl at the desk directed him to the hallway and said your space was the last one on the right. "Uh, babe? Why didn't you mention this?" He asked as he walked in, holding out your notebook. You smiled that shy smile that makes his heart melt and took it, thanking him and promising an explanation that evening.

Nyx

He went with Crowe to keep her company while she got a new tattoo and to discuss work, maybe find a bar they wanted to go drink at before heading home. He never expected to run into you at the shop she chose. "Sorry that your usual choice is out, Crowe, but I promise I'm not bad!" You spoke as you walked out from the back to get her. Nyx's head shot up from the magazine he had been flipping through and he watched your eyes widen as you caught sight of him.

"Babe?" You beamed at him, ushering them both back to your workspace. As you got everything you needed set up to talk over the tattoo with Crowe, you explained to Nyx that now he didn't have to wonder about what you did. You even decided at the end of it to show off the tattoos you had on your back, having not shown him as you hadn't gotten around to it. He left the shop after giving you a kiss and promising to be home for dinner, wondering what else you still had up your sleeves to surprise him with.

[cat-with-glasses-and-pen]

My OC fairy

I said give it a name but I don't really know anything about her yet.....sooooo

Yeah, for does who want to know more about her...ask for a tag on the 'fairy OC' and I will update you about her. (But seriously give her a name! I'm bad at giving names! Help-- anyway)

For her colouring I did a bit different things. For her character, I almost drew her entirely with highlighters and some colour pencils to get texture into it. Plus giving a bit dimension to her. (And a white gel pen for the highlights of the eyes.)

The background is a mix between highlighters, colour pencils and a silver gel pen.

On the right of the image you can see the colours of the highlighters I was able to use.

And a little someone that I made originally to test how to use highlighters to draw, because I have never done that before, but I kinda like him? Her? Them? Eh idk *shrugs* if you want to give it a gender and name, go for it! Maybe it's a little companion to her?

Anyways, that was now more infos on how I made it then rather about who she is and where she's from. Because of the reasons I already mentioned.

Sooo yeah ask me stuff about her and names! Please I'm bad at names! *coughs*

(Updated, she has a name now! Her name is Ellen! And the one how gave her the name is @ccecode. Thanks!)

anyway....Taglist-s(?)

(I put in the art Taglist and the fanfic Taglist. Why? Because...uh....maybe they can help with a back story and names-- I mean-- maybe they wanna see too! Yeah...also for does don't want (or do want to) be in a general Taglist tell me. Because I probably turn it into a general Taglist for fanfics because I'm slow as shi-- so just tell me.)

Art Taglist:

@altruistic-skittles @stabbinggoodtime @awkwardmazard18 (thanks for the help in the colour choice mabitha!^^) @galaxy-warping @anony-phangirl @snake-noodles @lizaelsparrow @pipapatton @xxladystarlightxx @fivesecondscookies

Fanfic Taglist:

@sleepysnail @toolazytothinkofcreativename @ooor-are-they @smilingwiththeworlddestroyed (I love your name btw^^) @ccecode @asleepybisexual @altruistic-skittles (I'm only gonna tag you in the art because I don't wanna confuse you with two tags for one thing...or something. Don't look at me! I have my reason!) @beach-fan @notalwaysthevillian @nyxwordsmith @stabbinggoodtime @awkwardmazard18 @apologetically-anxious @galaxy-warping (same goes for you. And I still have a reason!) @gamamaro @royallyanxious @lacrimorathedark (work! God damn it!) @v-doodles (you too! Work!) @ebony-wolf @cats-with-blogs @phander-trash @otakugirl11300 (what is this!? Woooork!) @secretlyanxiousperona (are you serious!?) @silent-violet-echos @blue-wolfbane (? I could be wrong with this one, I can't read my notes damn it!)

If you wanna be removed or added, to both or one of the Taglists, let me know.

And just because I can @thatsthat24 and @shenpaidoodles BOOM!

Okay I'm gonna go now have fun! *walks away and leaves you alone now*

[dong-hyucks]

Playing Pretend ; Jeno

Prompts: 14. “You don’t know what you’re doing, huh?“, 15. “Look, all I’m asking is for a favour.“, 22. “You... want me to act like your lover?“. 23. “[Name]? Is that you?“ Characters: Lee Jeno / Reader Genre: Fluff, Non-Idol!AU, Bestfriends to Lovers!AU Word Count: 2.6k Admin: Jade

Masterlists || Ten Days to Christmas Prompt List || TDC/CNY Masterlist

“[Y/N]? is that you?”

you spun around, the small shopping bag that hung from your fingertips bumping against your legs as you moved

to your surprise, you saw someone you haven’t seen since grade school

“jeno?” you gasped in shock, almost dropping your groceries

jeno grinned widely at you, bounding toward you in long strides

“i haven’t seen you in forever!” he laughed, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug

you hugged him back, still processing the fact that lee jeno, your once best friend, was standing in front of you

you used to go to grade school with jeno, up until your seventh year when you moved

‘promise to keep in contact,’ twelve year old jeno had frowned, eyes glossed over as he watched numerous people bring box after box out of your house and into a moving truck

‘i will, je-no-jam,’ you smiled wistfully, the sound of his dorky nickname making you emotional

as the last box was shoved into the back of the moving truck, it really hit you

you were moving

and you probably weren’t going to see your best friend for a while

‘[Y/N], come on,’ your mom called, pulling herself into your family vehicle

jeno frowned, hugging you one last time. ‘don’t forget me’

‘you act like i’m moving to the other side of the world,’ you mumbled, hugging him back, ‘i’ll just be a few towns over.’

‘too far.’

unfortunately, you had to let go, move away from his warm hug, and crawl into the backseat of your van

as your van drove away, following the moving truck, you rolled down your window, sticking your head out the car (much to your parent’s protests)

‘bye!’ you yelled, waving your arms wildly

jeno blinked in surprise before cupping his mouth, ‘bye, [Y/N]!’

soon, he was out of your sight.

for a few months, you kept in contact through e-mail, not having phones at the time

when you did get phones (around the same time, coincidentally), you talked throughout the night quite often

however, when school started again, you had begun your first year in high school

and with the new environment came a lot of homework

daily conversations turned into weekly and weekly into monthly before eventually, you lost touch with jeno

you always meant to reply to his ‘how r u?’ but you had been absolutely swamped with work, your new school harsh with homework

now, as you pulled away from his hug, you gave jeno a look over, an obvious look of shock on your face

“when did you grow up?” you asked, absolutely flabbergasted

lee jeno did in fact grow up in last six years to no one’s surprise

his features weren’t as babyish as they were before, growing and maturing as he aged

he also grew quite a bit -- growing much taller than you last remembered

jeno chuckled, cheeks flushing ever so slightly at the way you looked at him, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck

“ah, i can’t call you je-no-jam anymore, huh?” you asked jokingly, patting his shoulder

jeno looked at you, surprised you even remembered the nickname

“my friends actually picked up on that name...”

you went quiet for only a moment before laughing, “really?”

“yeah.”

then, you realized

“what’re you doing here, by the way? i thought you still lived in incheon?”

jeno then chuckled, averting his eyes, “i moved here a few months ago, actually”

...

“yOu diDnT teLL Me??”

“i lost your number !! my friend, jisung, accidentally broke my phone and i lost all my contacts...”

you rolled your eyes before pulling jeno along

“come on! i want to show you some of my favourite places!”

after your chance meeting, you and jeno rekindled your friendship

it was shocking, just how quickly the two of you got together, acting as though you had been with one another for all those years

it was as if you had never moved

one time, he stayed over at your house for a sleepover

your parents didn’t mind, happy that you had made a /new/ friend

you guys tried to cook together

tried being the keyword

“you don’t know what you’re doing, huh?” he asked, watching you attempt to make some sort of soup

“not a clue”

yeah... that night you ordered pizza for dinner

as time went on, you noticed things

like how he still laughed like he did before, how his eyes turned into crescents and the way he would laugh with his entire body, moving forward or leaning back as he chuckled

and how he still made randomly ‘odd’ faces at you from across the room, never failing to make you laugh

not to mention his voice

you remembered it clearly, whenever jeno had sung it was like the world didn’t matter in the moment -- even at twelve years old he sung like the world was his stage

when you first heard him sing again, even rap, you were astounded as to how much he had improved

also, you almost died when he started dancing because wow? t a l e n t

but there were other things you noticed that you had never noticed before

small quirks and fine details he didn’t have when you were children

like how he would randomly break out into dance whenever he was really happy

and how he would hum quite often -- whether it be while he’s scrolling on his phone or just walking alongside you, it was rare now when he wasn’t humming

it made you smile every time he talked to people, comfortably and with ease

he wasn’t as shy as he once was

and when you met his friends, six other dorks, it was refreshing, in a sense

to see that he had been growing up with such great people

you felt like, while you knew him -- quite well actually, it was as though you had just met lee jeno.

and as time passed, as you spent more and more time with him, you felt some unknown feeling bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to reveal itself at anytime

at some point, you stopped seeing jeno as a friend

at some point, you began to search for him whenever you entered a room, and you always felt surprised at the feeling of disappointed that followed whenever he wasn’t there

at some point, you grew nervous whenever he’d hug you, whenever he’d pull you close by swinging an arm over your shoulder

and at some point, you found yourself thinking about him more and more each day

‘jeno would like this.’

‘i bet jeno would’ve found that funny.’

when you told your newfound friend, chenle, he joked and told you that you sounded like a creep

which, initially, freaked you out

it didn’t take long for the boy to roll his eyes and put his hands on top of your shoulders, shaking you slightly

“isn’t it obvious? you like him, [Y/N]!”

out of all the answer he could’ve given you, you hadn’t expected that one

but after, you realized chenle was right

you liked jeno

a lot

you tried to act normal around him, the thought that you really did like jeno only then cementing itself, only to fail horribly

whenever you’d see him at school (he moved? idk) you’d turn the other way and tell him that you forgot something if he asked

whenever he called you, you always answered at the last ring, too nervous to pick up right away

no matter how small the detail, jeno noticed whenever you changed

he definitely noticed you bolting down the hallway the moment you saw him

he did notice your late answers

at first, he was worried

did he do something wrong? why were you suddenly shying away from him?

at one point in time, the possibility that you liked him did come to mind

but he brushed it off, ‘they wouldn’t like me like that...’

‘wouldn’t they?’

then, his mind would go into overdrive

he would almost analyze every time you shied away from him, every time you got flustered around him

it drove him crazy

when you were still in grade school, jeno had harboured the biggest crush on you

so the thought that you might like him back?

wild

especially since he could tell his old feelings, feelings he thought had disappeared when you drove away in your family van, were starting to spark up again

the feeling of extreme pride whenever you’d compliment his singing skills

the feeling of nervousness whenever you’d stand too close

the feeling of happiness whenever he made you smile or laugh

being near you brought back those feelings

so, knowing that you were closest with chenle (of course, you were the closest with jeno) he literally just

“hey, chenle, do you know if [Y/N] likes me? as in... like-like?”

he did it out of no where

in front of everyone

as in

all of nct dream (even tho it’s non-idol,,)

jisung choked

jaemin nearly dropped his phone

hyuck started laughing

renjun just sighed, holding back his own laughter

and mark just... :o

chenle on the other hand

legit burst out into laughter with hyuck

“wow! jeno, why not just, you know, ask them?”

“yOu kNoW wHy I CaNt”

“if you pay me, i’ll tell you”

“i’ll buy you food”

“yeah, they like you. i expect at least two meals of kimchi friend rice :)”

yes, chenle ratted you out, just like that.

anyway, now with the knowledge of your feelings for him, jeno plotted a way to confess

but then it came to him

the boys were having a new years party soon

the boys, including the ‘dreamies’ and the older ‘members’

“[Y/N]! i need to talk to you,” jeno had told you moments before on the phone, “just meet me at your front door soon, okay?”

he didn’t even say good bye before hanging up, leaving you confused

but, you did as he asked and opened the door for him when you saw him walk up

“what’s up?” you asked as you opened the door wider for him to walk in

jeno, realizing that he really was about to go through with his plan, suddenly got really nervous

what if you said no?

you noticed his sudden nervousness and frowned in concern

“is everything okay?”

jeno nodded repeatedly, rubbing the back of his neck slowly

“uh... look, feel free to say no, but all i’m asking is for a favour.”

“... go ahead”

jeno laughed awkwardly, forcing a smile. “the boys and i are having this... new years party ... and i may or may not have accidentally said that i have a s/o?”

“.... and?”

“and when they asked who.... i accidentally said your name?”

...

“l e e j e nO”

“i’m sorry! but now the older ones kind of want to meet you too because the boys kept talking about you afterwards...”

“so you’re saying... you want me to act like your lover at this party?”

“... yeah”

there was a moment of silence -- in which jeno mentally freaked out because he genuinely thought you were going to say no and things would be awkward between the two (and he absolutely did not want that)

“okay.”

“it’s fine, i didn’t think you’d say yes -- wait ‘okay’?”

you laughed at his confused expression, finding it endearingly cute

“just tell me when it’s at and i’ll be there.”

so, two days later you found yourself standing at ‘’nct’’s doorway

you could already hear the loud bustling inside -- the sound of over ten boys messing about

you knocked, holding onto the jug of chocolate milk

.... okay, you didn’t want to show up empty handed and you most definitely were not getting alcohol so? chocolate milk it is

plus like 4/7 of the dreamies like chocolate milk/chocolate so

jeno was quick to open the door, laughing at the sight of the jug

he happily ushered you inside, telling you to drop the jug off in the kitchen

before you stepped into the busy living room, jeno stopped you, his happy expression turning somewhat serious

“are you sure you’re okay with... pretending?”

you chuckled, “jeno, do you think i’d be standing here if i wasn’t?”

truthfully, you were nervous as hell

but the thought of dating jeno was extremely tempting

even if you were just playing pretend for a few hours.

‘this’ll probably be the only time i get to experience being with him,’ you thought, putting on a smile as he guided you into the living room

one of the boys, one you didn’t recognize, noticed your presence right away and looked at you with slight confusion

jeno saw this and moved to grab your hand

your ears burned, but you didn’t take your hand away

jeno pulled you over to where ‘the dreamies’ were situated

“hey,” you greeted casually -- after all, you knew the six of them quite well

when your fingers stayed intertwined with jeno’s you couldn’t help but smile ever so slightly

mark looked down at your joined hands with a knowing grin

“ah, so you two got together?”

hearing it out loud made the both of you flush, but jeno nodded

across the room, the ‘unknown’ male, taeyong, looked at the both of you with a raised brow

“do you know who they are?” he asked another, one you did know -- sicheng

“that’s [Y/N],” sicheng mumbled, finally looking up from his phone

when he saw you and jeno, holding hands and grinning at each other after jaemin made a joke, he chuckled

“didn’t know they were together,” he said, before going back to his phone, “about time, honestly.”

as the night went on, jeno began to feel kind of bad

he had lied to you and made you pretend to be his s/o just so he could know what it was like to date you

he hadn’t even told you his feelings yet here you were

holding hands

winking at each other from across the room

telling his friends that you were an item

it felt

almost wrong? in a way

like he should have confessed instead of coming up with this weird scheme

after a while, he let out a quiet yet frustrated sigh

he felt like he was going backwards and he didn’t really like it

it was kind of like he was using you 

without a warning, he took your hand and took you out of the room and into his own

when he closed the door, he was met with your worried expression

“did i say something wrong earlier?” you asked cautiously

“no, you’re fine it’s just,” he bit his lip, furrowing his brow as he tried to piece together a proper sentence

“i never said i had a s/o,” he confessed, avoiding your eyes, “i never told them you were my s/o.”

your silence scared him, but when he looked at you he was shocked

you didn’t look dumbfounded or angry or anything

actually, you were smiling, you looked amused

“i know.”

“w hat?”

you rolled your eyes, “i didn’t at first. but whenever we’d confirm that we’re ‘dating’ everyone was too surprised for people who supposedly knew we were a thing.”

jeno was almost impressed, but was too busy freaking out over himself

“are you... mad?”

“i could never be mad at something like this, je-no-jam.”

your use of his old nickname made him crack a smile. “truthfully,” he started, moving to sit on his bed, “i like you. that’s why i did this whole ‘pretend’ thing.”

you nodded, holding your hands behind your back as you stood in front of jeno, bending over to meet his eyes

“i like you too, you dork.”

before he could even process anything, you leaned forward, kissing him right on the lips

it happened in the blink of an eye, and by the time he realized what you had done you had straightened your back and began to head out the door

“wait, what --”

you laughed, winking playfully at him, “see you downstairs, boyfriend.”

y’all i’m sorry this isn’t proofread and it’s 5am so this is probably bad lmao

[a-thorn-among-the-roses]

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I’ve been tagged by @mellowbutdramatic, thank you love!!

LAST Drink: Water Phone Call: My dad Text Message: My friend Michal Song you listened to: Simple by SVT’s Woozi Time you cried: I cry from laughter a lot but I cried out of frustration recently bc I have too much work :/

HAVE YOU EVER Dated Someone Twice: Nope Been cheated on: Nope Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope Lost someone special: Yes Been Depressed: Yes? I mean I’ve been really sad about things before Been Drunk and Thrown Up: Yes and No

IN THE PAST HAVE YOU Made a new friend: Yes Fallen out of Love: Nope Laughed until you cried: Heck yeah Met someone who changed you: Everyone I meet tends to change me in some way Found out who your true friends are: yeah

GENERAL How many people on Tumblr do you know in real life?: 1! Do you have any pets?: Not currently Do you want to change your name?: Nope What time did you wake up today: 10:30am What were you doing last night: Watched YouTube, answered some playlist asks Name Something you can’t wait for: To finally be done with high school and to get my procrastination under control Have you ever talked to someone named Tom: Unless it was a cashier somewhere, no What’s getting on your nerves right now: My siblings being sleep-deprived and annoyingand the fact that I can’t get my procrastination under control Blood type: B+ Nickname: Shi, Geek Squad (alternatively: Geekle Squadykins), Seaweed, Dad Relationship Status: Single and ready to pringle Zodiac Sign: Capricorn Sun/Aquarius Moon Pronouns: she/her Favorite Show: Doctor Who, Merlin, TMNT, Ninjago, Leverage College: Ain’t got there yet Hair Color: Brown Do you have a crush on somone: Do the 586 fictional characters and celebrities count What do you think of yourself: Lives on sarcasm and tea, way too sensitive, needs to chill and stop procrastinating, very analytical, but I think I’m a good friend (?)

FIRST First Surgery: Had my tonsils and adenoids taken out when I was 8 First Piercing: When I was 12 First sport you joined: Ballet or swimming First Vacation: I went to Israel with my parents when I was 1 First pair of sneakers: I have no idea?? I used to be obsessed with Sketchers (who wasn’t) but that definitely wasn’t my first pair

RIGHT NOW Eating: I had some rice abt an hour ago but nothing rn Drinking: Nothing I’m about to: I should do some work but I probably won’t sooooo maybe draw a bit Listening to: Nothing Want kids: At some point Get married: Yeah, at the right time when I find the right guy Career: uh student but my friend and I work as kitchen staff at an organization twice a week

WHICH IS BETTER Lips or eyes: mmm both Hugs or kisses: Hugs Shorter or taller: Taller (heaven help anyone shorter than me) Older or younger: Preferably older Romantic Or Spontaneous: Um. Romantic?? I don’t really like surprises Sensitive Or Loud: Sensitive, but able to have fun Hook up Or relationship: Relationship Trouble or hesitant: What?

HAVE YOU EVER Kissed A Stranger: Nope Drank hard liquor: Yes Lost contacts or Glasses: Yes, my glasses once fell off my nightstand while I was asleep and I had to wear an old pair to school bc I was rushing and couldn’t find them Sex on the first date: I haven’t even started thinking about dating Broken someone Heart: Nope Been Arrested: Nope Turned someone down: Nope Fallen for a friend: Nope

DO YOU BELIEVE In yourself: Sometimes Miracles: Everything is a miracle honestly, but yes Love at first sight: Might work for some people, but probably not me

I shall tag: @fangirling-in-general-idk, @adachiyoujinjin (it’s not a kpop ask but), @lolofangirl, @time-to-get-a-life-oops, @ask-the-sins, and @realityisajoke (hello it’s @woozi-my-murderous-little-fluff if you don’t know me here)