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[ahobbitstale]

LORD OF THE RINGS COSTUME ADVENTURES

And the poll has spoken! I just want to take a moment to express my gratitude for participating in this poll. I know I'm not the biggest creator on this platform, but I appreciate you all and it means the world to me!

I've been an aspiring costume designer since I was about 14/15, my first costume being a colonial garment for a planned field trip to a local fort. This passion of mine has been put off to the side for many years and I knew all I needed was a little encouragement to get back into it and to follow my goal of possibly making a name for myself and sharing my passion with others.

Now onto the adventures! I plan to do some research on the costume designs of the films, specifically Ngila Dickson. This, of course, will take time to do. The plan is to bring as much accuracy as I can, whilst trying to get into the head of who'd be wearing the costume if it were to exist in middle earth. This means hand-stitching elements, or giving some natural wear and tear, etc.

I will be creating a couple more polls to decide on what project to focus on first. I'll probably create a YouTube channel to post everything pertaining to this adventure and posting the videos here as well! I'll be creating graphics/gifsets as well in the meantime, so expect some of those! ( the gif in this post being a teaser )

P.S. I'm getting very excited to try my historical singer treadle machine, to hand sew items and embark on embroidery!

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10 Second Elder

The Blonde Boys Club

Daemon Targaryen x Sorceress!Reader, Geralt of Rivia & Sister!Reader

Summary: Yeah, so your twin tried to kill Caraxes and now you have to convince his rider, the mother fucking Prince, that it was all a misunderstanding (it was not).

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: THE ONLY INCEST IN THIS IS THE CANON TARGARYEN INCEST ALRD IN HOTD OTHERWISE MISS ME WITH THAT BULLSHIT, fem!reader, witcher!twins, reader is kinda a witcher lol, I describe reader's hair and eye color, crack fic, typos, etc.

A/N: I JUST GOT A BUNCH OF IDEAS FOR THESE BLONDES AND OTHER FICTIONAL BLONDES PLEASE IM SO EXCITED TO WRITE THIS ??? SERIES???? (dont quote me on that, idk what it is) ASKFL:AFHALS:F. AND SHHH whatever plothole you have for the witcher!twins, just, just, roll with it i beg also I'm tagging @lexi-anastasia HI!! i actually thought of this prompt cos of your display pic. IDK IF YOU EVEN LIKE hotd but i hope you like this for the witcher!twins LOL I'm also tagging @avaleineandafryingpan because they reblogged my the blonde boys club post T_T (mahal kita) and of course @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda P2 "Dry Humor"

Geralt had smelt it in the air before anything else. He had his bow in his hand, drawn and ready. His stance was low. The steps he took against the leaf covered ground barely made a sound.

He straightened himself up when he saw an opening and pulled his arrow all the way.

When a gust of wind blew, he inhaled deeply, now certain of his opponent. A dragon.

Geralt inhaled deeply as the beast shifted in the spot it was laying. He saw the saddle on it, scoffing. Suddenly things were clearer as to why a dragon would be out in the open, so exposed. It was also clear that whoever the rider was did not care about how their ride had ravaged the nearby farm and village.

He knew his arrow would barely injure the creature, if it could pierce its skin at all, and yet he shot at its curled neck anyway.

No avail. The thing didn't even flinch.

Geralt purses his lips as he redraws his weapon. The dragon shifts again and this time, Geralt's golden eyes see an opening, quite literally an opening by the rib, just below the saddle.

The sound of the string tensing fills the witcher's ears. He narrows his eyes as he adjusts in his spot to further assess the wound, as well as to properly get an opening.

He notes how the injury was a not new, and yet it was still healing. He tries to listen in on the heartbeat, but even with how large it was, it was still too far for him to hear anything.

He withdraws a bit of tension from his bow, enough for it to still reach the dragon, but only to cause it discomfort, not really to reopen its wound, to rile the beast up enough for it to want to leave with its rider.

Geralt draws in a deep breath and releases it along with his arrow.

The dragon roars and rises from its place once the arrow hits its side.

Dramatic, if you asked him. Geralt was certain it didn't hurt as much as the thing was making it out to be.

As the dragon whined, Geralt unsheathed his blade and surveyed the area, listening in on the rider that would inevitably come next.

He inches closer to the dragon, by its tail, and soon enough he hears quick footsteps and frantic breathing.

When he turns over his shoulder to the source of the sound, the wound tension in his shoulders relaxes a fraction, then tenses again at the shrill whisper-yell.

"What the fuck did you just do?" I demand, throwing the severed head I had in my grip off to the side as I readied my sword in my hand as I went into a defensive stance, "we came for the monster I already slain."

"This thing is the reason why the village burned."

"And you think you can kill it!?"

"No, but its rider will get the message."

I lower my sword, in utter disbelief of what I was hearing, "you think it has a rider?!"

Geralt narrows his eyes, "It has a rider," he corrects, "I shot at its open wound below its saddle."

"THEN YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!" I seethe, gritting my teeth, raising my sword again. Geralt watches me as I stalk closer to the dragon. I catch the way he knit his brows, and it makes my eyes twitch, "you don't know what it means."

Geralt nears me and I elbow him to the chest, "motherfucker."

All at once, the dragon is alerted by our presence.

The massive creature stands on its legs and growls at us.

I feel him, the dragon. I feel his regality, his tie to his rider, and his distress over the arrow. He knows it was one of us that caused it. He draws in a deep breath, ready to burn us both, along with the entire forest.

I drop my sword and I raise my hand, speaking in the dragon's tongue, "calm yourself."

Geralt measures my reaction and is unconvinced by both the language I am speaking, and the fact I disarmed myself.

"We mean you no harm, your grace," I call out, slowly walking over to the dragon.

He screeches and shakes his head.

"You think it can understand you?" Geralt grunts, tensing his jaw as he brings his weapon higher.

The dragon does not appreciate this one bit.

"Just because you don't doesn't mean he doesn't," I quip.

Geralt does not care and pulls out an elixir from his pocket, quickly downing it.

"You fucking idiot! We are not-"

All at once, a command is shouted, "DRACARYS!"

Without thinking, before fire could leave his jowls, Geralt shoots chaos, causing the dragon's head to shoot up and his fire to burn above overhead.

"LYKIRI!" I repeat the same High Valyrian command to the dragon. As his head downturns, the flames he breathed ceases.

Before I realize what is happening, I hear a man shout out as he charges, "WITCH!"

Geralt blocks my view of the incoming assaulter as well as his sword that was sword meant to slay me, "Witcher."

Their weapons skid against the other's. They are upon each other, attacking aggressively, as though their lives depended on it. The dragon grows, restless in the background.

"GERALT, STOP!" I scream as my brother's silver hair swooshes in the air, as does his equally blonde opponent's. My stomach drops at the sight of him, at the sight of the man who bore all indications of a Targaryen prince.

They charge at each other, stepping forward and back, metal crashing against metal. And for a moment, the long haired prince' anger gave him the upper hand, but I knew how Geralt was evading him; he was pulling his punches, but not for long.

I decide to divert my attention to the distressed dragon, finally seeing his saddle, and the arrow stuck to his side like a thorn he could not get out.

He does not like the fact I am quickly nearing him and snaps his teeth at me.

"Do not be insolent," I quip in High Valyrian at the creature, lifting my head up to him with his hand, "I am here to help you."

I could feel my pulse quicken as I make my way to his side.

I decide it's enough that he has not yet killed me for getting this close to him.

"Calm yourself, boy," I mutter under my breath, as I reach up to the arrow on his side. The dragon does a clicking noise, and I do not have time whether to debate it is a warning or a cry for help.

Without another thought, I pull out the arrow with a grunt. The beast whines then withdraws a long breath. I turn to him as it cranes it neck to do the same to me I drop the arrow coated with his blood in front of him. I raise my hands, "it is done."

"CARAXES, DR-"

"Shut the fuck up."

So that's his name. Now who would be his rider?

I turn to Geralt, whimpering in annoyance and dread. I watch him dig his knee on the man's back as he pulls his arm behind him, causing him to yelp. Caraxes rises at the sight of his overcome rider, screeching just as the prince pants beneath my brother on the ground.

Geralt makes a face and shuts his eyes when dragon spit splatters on his face. He clenches his jaw and mutters, "lyriki, beast."

"You do not even know what that means," I retort, "and get off him."

"You do understand that the only reason why that thing hasn't killed us is because its rider is under my knee."

"FUCK OFF!" the said rider growls.

Caraxes responds to this with yet another ear piercing cry.

Through all this, I suddenly remember the name I was looking for, "Aemon! Aemon. Caraxes' rider is Aemon."

Geralt makes a face, realizing what I meant, "you're telling me this is Aemon Targaryen?"

"Well, do you see anyone else commanding the dra-"

"CARAXES-" breaks into a yelp.

"We are having a discussion," Geralt leans down as he growls.

"Geralt," I quip tightly, "get off him," I step closer to the both of them, "now."

The black of Geralt's eyes begin to fade once I am directly in front of him. I kneel down on his side and meet the telltale violet of the eyes of the prince. They narrow when they meet the violet hue of my own.

"You must forgive my younger brother for his insolence, my prince," I mutter as I swat Geralt by his thigh.

He rolls his eyes and finally gets of his captive, "ah yes, older sister," he mocks.

"Time is time and blood is blood," I retort as I eye him before helping the prince from where he laid.

"I remember," the Witcher mutters, "High Valyrian. An elective."

I smirk as I turn back at him, "one you did not take."

"Yes," he sighs as he stands, motioning to his side, "language of the dragons."

"Old Valyria," I correct as I help the prince, who was catching his breath, rolls over, "the Tar-

"Targaryen," he says, heaving, as he falls to his back. He reaches his hand out to me. I knit my brows at him as his fingers find my cheek.

Geralt looks down at him with contempt, lips curling in disgust, "watch your fingers, prince, or you might lose them."

I grunt, "I've quite had enough of you," I snap, rising to my feet. "You have been insufferable since we got here-"

"You're one to talk, little girl," Geralt eyes me darkly.

I crane towards his, "you do understand the consequences of-" I cut myself off when the prince stands to his feet. I change languages, "he is the prince of the seven kingdoms, heir to the throne."

"You whisper this to me as if I have ever cared, sister," he replies in Elder Speech.

"You should," Aemon responds as he looks between us.

We turn to him.

"You know Elder Speech?" I question, narrowing my brows.

He smirks at me, as he brushes his shoulder off, "an elective," he offers, "though I admit I only understood the word prince and guessed what you were saying." He tilts his head, "it seems my intuition has not failed me yet."

Geralt hums deeply and steps forward, "but it did when you misjudged me and allowed me an opening to strike you."

Aemon lifts his gaze upon my brother, whatever smirk that was on his face fades away.

"Enough!" I grunt, pushing them away with chaos.

A gush of wind rips between them.

My brother, who is used to it, steps back once, but the prince reels back and falls to his hind. I quickly extend my hand out to him and flash a guilty look, "apologies."

He looks at me for a moment before taking my hand, "Daemon."

"What?"

I pull him up as he repeats, "Prince Daemon, son of Prince Baelon, brother of Prince Aemon."

"Ah," I nod as I pull away from him. He steps forward when I do and watches me as I respond, "you are Aemon's nephew. His second rider. I will do well to remember, Prince Daemon."

"Indeed," he mutters with a soft smile.

I am pulled back by my arm and wind up crashing against Geralt's armor.

I look up at him he roughly swats the white streaks of my black hair away from my face that consequently was flying up to his because of the wind. He warns me in Nilfgaardian, "focus."

"Do not speak to me as though it is you who has a plan to get us out of this mess," I quip back in the same tongue.

"It would be easy to kill him and make it look like an accident."

I roll my eyes and shake my head.

"So, you are a witch," Daemon cuts in, making both of us turn to him.

"Witcher."

"Sorceress," I correct as I pull away from my brother.

"And what house do you belong to?" the prince asks, tenting his hands before him.

Just then, the dragon who we seemed to have forgotten, makes himself known and cries out to his master.

Daemon raises a dismissive hand and swats his away, sparing him only a second's glace. My brother and I watch as Caraxes huffs and rolls into himself, closing his eyes without another care.

Interesting.

"Kaer Morhen," I say, although questioningly, as I turn to my brother, "perhaps for me, I suppose, Aretuza."

"But Vesemir gave you your name as well."

"Yes, well, in that case, I do su-"

"And who are your parents?" Daemon interjects, tone less curious, and more impatient.

"Now that is the question indeed," Geralt grunts, then once again when I elbow him roughly.

"He's being serious."

"I know he's being serious, look at him."

"Why do you ask, prince?" I shake my head, stepping towards the said man.

Daemon examines me intently, so much so that, had I not been used to such scrutiny, I would have broken eye contact in discomfort. "Your eyes," he trails off as he peers down upon me, "are Targaryen's."

"Ah," my jaw drops. I find a chuckle leave me. "Much like his white hair is," I say, pointing to Geralt. I snort and slap a hand on his arm, "brother, you never told me we were secretly royalty."

He hums, nostrils flaring, "slipped my mind."

I chuckle to myself as I turn back to the prince. I watch as his jaw clenches and will my amusement to evaporate with my sigh, "tis not royalty that made our features so, prince Daemon, but the cruelty of magic. My own hair burns with white streaks because of his," I say.

"And what good is that knowledge to him?" Geralt makes a face as he turns to me.

"Well," I turn back to him, "he asked, did he not?"

"He did not ask you about your hair, any more than his dragon did."

"This is exactly why you have no friends."

"And you say that as though it is a bad thing."

"And you two are blood siblings?" Daemon cuts yet again.

We turn to him.

A moment passes.

The insinuation of the idea we could be anything else with our dynamic brings the familiar shiver down our spines.

"It gets no less revolting through time," Geralt mutters, "much less, knowing the traditions of his house."

I ignore his comment as I clear my throat, "twins, your grace, and I the el-."

Daemon ignores me, averting his attention to Geralt now, "you mention the traditions my house, and yet it seems you are unaware of how it is in my nature to seek satisfaction."

"Hmm," Geralt's brows quirk, "I would too, if my arse got handed to me."

I step in between them before Daemon could lunge. Because of this, I am trapped between the chests of the two hot headed blondes.

"Move," Geralt warns me, although his eyes do not leave Daemon.

"My prince," I ignore him, grabbing onto the fabric Daemon's arms, "you must forgive my baby brother."

Daemon dryly scoffs, eyes not leaving Geralt, "he'll have to get on his knees, my dear."

"You mean my soft belly-"

I shut him up with a gesture and heave, "it is a misunderstanding that we find ourselves in."

Daemon watches as Geralt struggles; he is unable to open his lips.

The prince's eyes finally turn back to me, they glimmer with mischief, "a misunderstanding, you say."

"I should like to treat you to a pint, if you would allow me the honor, so that I may... explain our predicament," I offer a soft smile. I feel my brother move from behind me, and so I shove him away with chaos, lest he shove me away to batter the prince in silence.

Daemon watches as Geralt propels back and hits a tree. By then, my incantation is lifted and so a string of curses leave his lips.

"That depends on whether or not your twin will be joining us."

"If you would prefer only one of us to drink with you, then I shall make it happen."

"Like hell, you would!"

"Then I will hear your explanation for this terrible altercation."

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#5

okay but so true bestie 😭 13 is NOT the longest running doctor (counting eps) but yaz IS the longest running companion (counting series) im fine being a hypocrite about this

wait but. shes been there from 13's first until 13's last episode thats like. must be a record. at least in new who. like only rose did that and 9 only had one series. anyway even if it's not a record it still feels special <3 there hasnt been a companion doctor duo who was together the entire time in new who

yeah! so my source is tardis wiki:

(note the clara one is stories not episodes, so while yaz has been in 31 episodes that only counts as 25 (? if I counted right) stories, because spyfall 1&2 count as 1 and flux only counts as 1, which is bullshit)

so for calendar time yaz is the undisputed longest, and for modern companions she is the only one with 3 complete seasons (I believe clara would be the runner up here, 2.5 seasons)

In terms of calendar time counting for companions but not doctors, it somehow feels different? idk why, it just Is. vibes

I do believe yaz is the only companion (other than rose&nine) to be with the doctor from first to last episode, and even that is somehow different as we dont know how long 9 was alone between regenerating in the 50th and meeting rose, while yaz is certifiably there from just after one regeneration to just before the next

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#4

#okay Im pretty sure I had Thoughts(tm) while watching this but 'you are loved' with tecteun at the end broke me and now they're all gone

✌ that was my evil intention im glad it worked. also: 😭

because thats the thing isnt it? river telling them "i asked for help for you" and the doctor going "THATS SO STUPID"

amy and rory setting out a place for them. "but you didnt know i was coming, why would you set me a place?" "because we always do"

the doctor disappears and you dont know if or when they'll ever be back but i dont know if they expect you to wait for them. so many people throughout time who have told them "i waited for you" and it never seems to sink in that they wait for them. that they miss them.

the doctor quietly removing themself from people's lives bc they only bring chaos and destruction anyway. it's better like this. theyre saving them by leaving.

clara going "i mean it's not like im never gonna see you again" "isnt it?" "is it?" "i thought thats what you wanted" "but youre gonna come around for dinner or something arent you? do you do that? come around peoples houses for dinner?" "of course" they lie because they dont "thought you mind find it boring"

"do you want to come for tea at mine?"

maybe they do find it boring. or maybe thats an easier sentiment to express, an easier idea to grapple with, than the fact that there are people who care about them enough to spend time with them when nothing particularly exciting is happening, spend time with them just doing human maintenance things, when they dont need them. because theyre not necessary when there is no danger. theyre not needed, just wanted. because theyre not loved by the people who love them for being The Doctor, theyre loved for being the doctor.

river voice: but thats not the sort of thing you could ever understand, is it?

and maybe it’s easier to say it’s boring, that they dont do that sort of thing, than to say they want to, but they dont know how, because it’s never quite right, because their big blue box breaks chairs in the living room, and whats missing from them is so much more evident when theyre surrounded by people who are connected, who have a place they belong and each other and a shared history

“have you got family?”

AWSOK: It's over, Doctor. It has been ever since we let a virus into the experiment. DOCTOR: What sort of virus? AWSOK: You.

so they just leave, because youve got your own good safe human life to lead, because they cant fathom the idea that you will miss them, because it hurts to try to make connections on top of the gaping craters of broken ones, because they cant quite fix themself to anything, because theyre out of place everywhere, because it hurts less to swoop in, save the day, be unknown but adored for a day, every day.

......i got carried away. sorry for being depressing in your inbox 😭

no no don't apologize, this is excellent!

so many people love and wait and miss the doctor and they don't get it! But then to contrast that with their mother, someone who is supposed to love you, and maybe even does in some weird twisted way, but never in a way that compares to the people the doctor finds themselves, is ugh. how do you do this. please keep making me sad with your videos

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#3

latest Thing that won't leave my head

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My #1 post of 2022

fuck.

FUCK

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Break Down

by quotidian_void

Tim knew Jason from high school. A whole series of events led them to thinking of each other as brothers. Until... until Jason died. Now Tim has to watch as Bruce beats criminals to a pulp and Dick barely functions as an adult. Even Alfred's been hit hard. He has to do something to stop the current madness. But what?

Robin.

Words: 4302, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Robin (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Characters: Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Alfred Pennyworth

Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth

Additional Tags: idk if the violence is graphic but im tagging it anyway, Grief/Mourning, Tim Drake is Robin, eventually, Tim Drake Needs a Hug, Tim Drake Gives A Hug, why no tag that?, Suicide By Proxy, aka Bruce not fighting back, Tim Drake Angst, Good Sibling Tim Drake, BAMF Tim Drake, Tim Drake Has Issues, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson Gets a Hug, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Dick Grayson is Not Okay, Tim Drake is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Bruce Wayne Has Feelings, lots of em - Freeform, now if only the idiot could express them, Worried Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Idk if this counts as comfort, but there is... some, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mental Breakdown, Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Character Death, lmao its jason, yeah he did go to ethiopia, cuz i love hurting ppl, emotionally, with words, written down, Tim Drake Joins the Batfamily Early, Tim Drake to the Rescue, rated for swearing and violence, Brotherly Bonding, Brotherly Angst, Brotherly Love, Brotherly Affection, illegal amounts of emphasis

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43785762

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looking at later assignments to see if theres anything i should go ahead and start thinking about and end up just worrying prematurely instead

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No, it’s a new beginning.

pairing: Stucky x reader.

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: some angst, some fluff, forgiveness (because apparently this needs to be a warning.) pregnancy, babies, giving birth nothing graphic because idk what im talking about. Stucky and their feelings/crying. Please let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: first of all I want to say thank you to everyone that read, liked, commented and reblogged part one. It means so much you have no idea!!!! I really hope you enjoy part two. When I first got this idea the ending(this part) is what first came to mind. Some might not like it and that’s ok just please be kind.

I did try to tag everyone that requested if I forgot I’m sorry. There were some that I tried to tag and couldn’t.

Part 1

They had convinced Tony to display the facial recognition software on every single electronic device in the apartment that could show it. That was all they did, sit in the living room or in bed and watch as pictures and videos were scanned. They even started taking shifts to make sure they didn’t miss an alert. They were barely taking care of themselves, staying glued to a Tv, tablet, phone or computer. They had locked themselves in the apartment and declined going on any mission until you were back or at least until they knew you were safe. Sam and Nat were the only ones that they would allow into the apartment. Bucky and Steve were dead set on finding you no matter how long it took.

Steve and Bucky talked in those times on how they would apologize and make it up to you. But after the fight Bucky was left with doubts on whether he was good enough for both you and Steve. Although the blonde assured him that he was more than enough and he acknowledged that it was his fault Bucky was questioning himself and the role he played in their relationship. They even talked about only one of them being in a relationship with you but they could never imagine that you would reject them, so they prepared themselves for every scenario except for that one.

Bucky sat on the couch in the dark living room, the only light source was the Tv. The images flashed by quickly as F.R.I.D.A.Y compared them to various pictures of you at different angles to try and get the best match. He had his arms stretched out on the back of the couch and one sleepy Steve leaning against his shoulder. They shared a blanket as Steve tried to keep his eyes open. Bucky places a kiss on Steve’s temple and moves to drape his arm around the blonde’s shoulder.

“I have a feeling we’re getting close. We’re going to find her tonight.” Bucky whispers mostly to himself thinking Steve has already fallen asleep.

“You think so?” Steve asks with a yawn as he continues to fight the drowsiness.

“Yeah I do. Now get some sleep, it's my turn to stay up and watch anyway.”

It’s around 4 am when the software stops searching and one single image flashes. Bucky on the edge of sleep blinks the drowsiness away as he begins to study the image. He stands abruptly causing Steve to wake up. Bucky stands close to the tv, his eyes watery. There in the background of someone’s picture of a festival is you, well most of you. Looking over your shoulder toward the festivities, a small smile gracing your lips but sadness is what is reflected in your eyes.

“Is that her?”

“Yeah Stevie. I told you we’d find her tonight. Let’s get the coordinates of this place and try to find her.”

You have been living on your own for 5 months now. Well not completely alone you had Bow and Arrow to keep you company. The time away was certainly bittersweet, little by little you began to build walls around yourself. It felt like it was getting easier to distance yourself from the feelings you had for them. Although there were times when you missed them terribly and there are days when you still cry but overall you are beginning to move on.

In the last couple of weeks you’ve had Laura and Nat visit, but today you had Clint with you. He had promised to fix some things around the house for you and you could see him through the sliding doors sitting on the steps in the back, trying to do who knows what when the perimeter alarm went off. You had been in the kitchen getting lunch ready when you heard it. Your first instinct was to go to your room when you heard two car doors slam shut. Frozen to the spot you were standing in you can’t do anything else but listen, your breath hitches when there is a knock at the door. You look out into the backyard through the sliding door and don’t see Clint, knowing he has to be somewhere with his weapons so you make your way to the door. Opening it just enough so that you can see out while keeping your body behind it, ready to shut it just in case. Your heart drops into your stomach. Out of anything you expected this was not it.

“Steve?”

“Hi, sweetheart.” He says in that gentle way he reserved only for you and Bucky. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“We?”

He shifts to the side and the movement allows you to see Bucky leaning against the car they came in with his hands in his pockets and keeping his head down. He tilts his head up when he hears your voice, meeting your eyes for just a moment before looking away. He looks tired, they both do and there is a part of you that worries about them but you can’t allow yourself to give in to that side. You weren’t their priority and they aren’t yours anymore.

Steve looks out toward Bucky and as he turns around you notice him get tense.

“Barton?” He says incredulously as he stares at Clint with his bow and arrows at the ready. He lowers it when he realizes it’s just Steve.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He asks as he rushes and grabs the front of Clint’s shirt. “We’ve been looking for her for months. You’ve-“

“Steve.” Bucky yells trying to get the other man’s attention as you fully open the door fully and step outside. He looks at you and rushes over and jumps over the railing to get Steve to ease up.

“You could have said something.” He seethes.

Clint wraps his hands around Steve’s wrist.

“Steve.”

“We’ve spent months looking for Y/N worried that someone could have hurt her.”

“Steve, stop.”

“That’s enough, let him go.” You yell at him.

“No, you don’t get it. We were worried, we did nothing but try to find you for five months.” Steve says as he finally lets him go and turns to look at you.

Standing by the door you’re wearing one of Bucky’s henleys along with leggings and fluffy socks. He’s angry and hurt someone he trusted lied to him. You can see it in his face until his eyes travel down your body. His expression falters as his eyes land on your belly, making you wrap your arms around it protectively.

“You’re pregnant?” He can barely get the words out as a new wave of emotions hit him.

Bucky is the first one to move, he takes a step towards you. His eyes are glassy from unshed tears and a small smile begins to appear on his face.

“Don’t.” You tell him as you place a hand in the doorknob ready to go back inside. Away from this whole situation, you knew you would have to talk to them some day but not like this you weren’t ready.

“Darling please?” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. All he knows is that you're standing there in his shirt looking as beautiful as ever and you’re cradling your bump. He still can’t even fully process it, the three of you had discussed the possibility of starting a family in the future but never came to an agreement since it was still a new relationship.

“Whatever it is you want, the answer is no. I want you gone.” You begin to open the door but a hand wraps around your upper arm making you turn, damn them and their quick silent steps. Steve is looking down at you, his eyes scanning your face almost as if he still can’t believe you’re really standing in front of him.

“I know we don’t deserve a chance, but sweetheart please. It’s not just us anymore we have a baby on the way and we want to be here for you.” His eyes pleading for a chance.

You laughed, it was bitter and humorless but you laughed in his face. The anger you had tried to leave behind came crashing down.

“You want to be here for me? Fuck both of you. Where were you 6 months ago when I needed you? You don’t get to show up at my home and ask for a chance you don’t deserve. I trusted both of you and I took care of you even when you weren’t speaking to me and for what?” You began to cry, it was all too much too fast. Of course Steve tried to calm you but that only made you angrier as you slapped his hands away.

“Don’t, you don’t get to try and make me feel better. You’re the reason all of this happened in the first place.”

“I know, I know it’s my fault please I just want to apologize.”

“Well I don’t want to hear it. I’ve moved on. I picked up the broken pieces and I put them back together without you.”

“What about the baby?” His voice was small and he was now looking at the floor.

It was tiring trying to be the one to put you back together and you want them to hurt the same way you did so the lie slipped before it could be stopped.

“It’s not yours Steve and it’s not Bucky’s either.”

“No, I don’t believe that.” Bucky shakes his head coming up behind Steve. “Please don’t say that. That’s our baby Y/N I know it is.”

“Guys why don’t you give her some space. This is a lot for her and she needs to rest.”

“Why don’t you stay out of it Barton. You’ve done enough.” Bucky turns to glare at him still at the end of the porch.

“I don’t think I will because while the two of you were being selfish assholes I was the one looking out for her.” Both men stood toe to toe. “Now Y/N said she wants you gone so leave.”

Steve looks at Bucky and Clint then turns back to you and grabs both of your hands in his, like he used to do when he had to say something important. “Please we just want to talk.”

You shake your head while you pull away from him and open the door and as soon as you pass through you begin to close it but his hand stops it. Clint yells at them that they’re crossing a line while he pushes the door open. But Steve is desperate and even if you don’t forgive him, if you forgave Bucky that would be enough. So he starts to say something but a growl stops him. Arrow moves in between your legs, teeth bared growling at Steve while Bow stands to your left. Steve moves to stand upright and Bow snarls at him, taking a step forward. Both dogs are ready to attack if necessary.

Steve clears his throat as he looks down at both guard dogs. “They aren’t going to attack me right?”

“I don’t know Steven, are you going to come in uninvited?” You ask as you cross your arms over your chest.

“No, we aren’t.”

“Bow, Arrow sit.” You command. The dogs sit, with Arrow’s head pressed against your bump.

“Thank you.” Is the last thing you hear him say as you slam the door in his face.

You wipe the tears away as you head towards your bedroom and lay down. Arrow jumps on the bed and turns a couple of times before laying down with her head near your belly. Bow lays on the floor behind you preferring the rug to the bed. He huffs and lifts his head up when the sound of footsteps start to get closer. There is a knock on the doorframe and you look up seeing Clint leaning against the frame, sporting a bloody lip.

“There should be a first aid kit under the sink in the bathroom.”

“It’s ok kid, trust me when I say I’ve had worse.” He says as he pushes himself off the doorframe. “You should see the black eye Steve and Bucky are going to have.”

“S’not enough.”

He chuckles as he sits on the bed. “It isn’t but I'm pretty sure you hurt them worse by saying these babies aren’t theirs.”

“So what? it’s better that they think the twins aren’t theirs. Now they don’t have to feel obligated to stay for the kids.” You say as you sit up and begin to wipe your tears again. Arrow shifts and lays her head on your lap.

“They didn’t know you were pregnant when they were searching for you. That should count for something.” He says with a shrug.

It’s true they had no idea but you didn’t want to be rational. It seemed like they had fixed their relationship and you were happy for them. But that didn’t change that they decided to shut you out. And you couldn’t worry about your own feelings now, you had babies on the way that would need consistency and what if they decided to walk out again. You could handle it for sure but not them.

“I’m not going to make my decision on the sole fact that I’m pregnant. They can be in the twin’s lives without us being in a relationship.” You scoff “whose side are you on anyways?”

“Yours obviously. Always have always will be. I just want you to make the right decision for yourself. And the only way to do that is to look at all sides of the situation. I know you’re hurting and seeing them again must have been hard but at some point you’re going to have to face them and make a choice.”

You scowl at him, annoyed that he has a point. “When did you become so wise?”

“When I stopped crawling around in the vents at the tower.” He laughs.

“I’m not going to talk to them now, but do you know where they went?”

“Nope. But I bet they’re going to stay close by until they get the chance.”

“Figured as much. All I can say is that I’ll think about it.”

“Atta girl. I’m gonna finish up and Then I’m gone. I’ll be at the farm if you need anything.”

“Ok, thanks again Clint. I really don’t know where I’d be without you.”

He places a kiss on your head and heads out.

You spend the rest of the afternoon and the next day thinking about what to do. You love them, they were it for you. If they had asked you to follow them to the ends of the earth you would have done it no questions asked. It wasn’t a question of whether you would forgive them or not, it was a matter of if they did it again. So you thought of what you would say to them if you would consider giving them another chance.

A knock at the door woke you up from the nap you took on the couch. It was exhausting being in this situation but you get up and head to the door guard dogs walking behind you. It doesn’t surprise you to find Bucky standing there. Hair disheveled one hand in his pocket while the other held a bag. You look past him expecting to see Steve but he wasn’t there.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.” He said. “I Um- there is this little Italian restaurant in town and I thought you’d like it so I brought your favorite.” He holds up the bag.

Standing there staring at each other you’re considering if you should let him in. His eyes are full of love and regret. In that moment you know it’s now or never. You’ll hear him out that way at least you have the whole story and can make your decision based on that although it’s hard to try and be level headed in a situation like this. You open the door and step aside.

“Would you like to come in?” You ask. His eyes widened at your question. It’s the last thing he expected to hear, it seemed he was ready to run just in case you made the dogs chase him.

“Uhm, are you sure? I mean I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. Really I just wanted to make sure you and the baby were ok. We shouldn’t have shown up like that it-“ You put your hand over his mouth to keep him from rambling any more.

“You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to but the offer stands.” You remove your hand and move so that he can walk in if he wants.

“And your dogs won’t attack me?” He asks as he takes a tentative step through the door.

“Are you afraid of dogs?” You tease.

“No,” he scoffs.

“They won’t do anything unless I tell them too.” Grabbing the bag from him you say loudly “You can come in too Steve.”

“How did you know?” He asks as he comes around the corner.

“I just did.” You shrug as you turn and head for the kitchen. Getting plates and cutlery both men grab the food and serve it before taking it to the table. The three of you sat in silence as you ate. It was slightly tense and a bit awkward. Your relationship had never been like this and it made you question whether it could be fixed or if you wanted to fix it.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked after a while.

“No, sweetheart of course you didn’t do anything wrong.” Steve sighs and places a hand on the table for you to take, you hesitate for a moment but you place your hand on his. “I said things I never should have said and I certainly didn’t mean them. And I ruined the best thing in my life.”

“Then why did you leave? Neither of you would talk to me when I tried. It hurts that you did that, you know.” You look at both men as a frown forms on your lips.

“We know and there will never be enough words we could say or things we could do to show you how much we regret it.”

“Then why did you do it? Why shut me out.”

“I didn’t deserve you.” Bucky sighs. “That’s how I felt, after the argument with Steve I believed what he said. With everything I’ve done I felt like a burden. Then there you were in a flash right in front of me trying to make it better without even a second thought. You’re too good for me, for us.”

“No, I’m not.” You scoff. “You make it sound like I’m perfect.”

“I know but even when we were idiots and pushed you away, you were still taking care of us. I mean who does that? Who takes care of the person that hurt them. I don’t know if I could do that but you did. You’ve always been good to us and we let you down. I know you don’t trust us but we wanted to apologize for how we acted.” He gives you a sad smile.

“And you?” Looking at Steve, you give his hand a squeeze.

“I hurt both of you, so I thought that if I pushed you away and stepped back you and Bucky could be happy together. At first I didn’t know that Bucky left too. Out of the two of us I know I don’t deserve for you to even look in my direction. I just keep fucking up.”

“We really just wanted to make sure you’re ok. After what we put you through we’ll understand if you don’t want to see us anymore.”

“Well we can’t really be out of each other’s life if we really wanted to.”

“What do you mean?”

You place a hand on your belly. They both look at your movement and then back at you.

“But you said that neither of us was the father.” Bucky says, his voice shaky.

“I’m sorry, I was just so mad and I thought I could hurt you both just a fraction of how I felt. I’m just scared you’ll leave again. I would have to find a way to live with that, but how would I explain that to them?”

“Them?” Steve asks, confused before a look of realization crosses his features.

“Twins?” You nod as he moves from the seat across the table while Bucky, who was sitting next to you shifts closer. Bucky grabs the chair you're sitting in and turns it so that you can face them better. Steve kneels in front of you. They have tears in their eyes, both from the fact that they’re having kids and the fact that they haven’t been there for you. You grab their hands and place it on your belly waiting for movement. After a few seconds they feel a kick which earns a small gasp.

“I can’t wait to meet you.” Steve says under his breath before placing a kiss on your belly. Bucky moves his hand away as he sits back in his chair.

“Don’t do that, not right now.” You tell him.

“Do what?”

“Get in your head, shut down on us. I can practically hear your thoughts and before you say anything I know you’ll be a great dad.”

“That’s not what I was thinking. I was thinking about when you found out.”

“Oh. I um- I ended up on the medical floor because of the last mission I had been on, we got ambushed.”

“We know sweetheart, we spent all night outside that room. We only got a little bit of time before Tony and the others left to find the people that gave the order.”

“Yeah but I needed you.” You avert your eyes, remembering the heartbreak you felt when they weren’t there.

Bucky stood up and started pacing. “That’s why you left didn’t you, that was the last straw for you. You thought we didn’t care enough to check up on you while you were in the hospital.” He says to you before looking at Steve. “I knew one of us should have stayed.”

“Is this where it ends?” Bucky asks, sadness lacing the question.

The question caught you off guard, your breathe hitched in your throat as you avert your eyes. Your lower lip trembles because he knew you so well, really they both did and this was what made your choice so difficult. You had never thought of ending it really, they had become such an important part of your life it was difficult to distinguish who you really were and who you became for them. The last month at the tower had proved it.

He gives you a knowing look, he wants to say something but stops. Instead he gets closer and presses his forehead to yours

“I never deserved an ounce of love from you but you still gave me everything and you still are. I want you to know that you, Steve and these babies are the best things in my life. I am sorry that I turned my back on you. There is never a good reason but I was scared that you would realize you deserved someone that wasn’t broken like me.” He kisses your forehead then places a hand on Steve’s shoulder and pats it.

Steve is still kneeling in front of you, this time when he grabs your hands you let him. Tears start falling from both of you. He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses each one, then lowering his head he places another kiss on your swollen belly.

“I get it. We don’t even deserve your forgiveness, at least I don’t if it weren’t for me neither of you would be heartbroken right now.”

“I did forgive both of you, I love you both so much. I just can’t be with you not right now.”

“Hey it’s ok. You don’t have to feel bad about your choice, you have to do what’s best for you. We love you so much even though we messed up. We were fucking idiots but know that no matter what happens there is no one else for us but you. We want to be in these babies' lives if you’ll let us.”

You nod not trusting your voice.

“You have our numbers right?”

“Yeah.”

“We decided to stay close by in case you need us. Just call ok no matter the time and no matter what you need us for.”

“Ok.”

He stood up, pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to the door. You knew he was hesitating wanting to turn around and stay like he used to do when you were together and he had a mission. Then you heard the door open and close.

The following days were a bit of a blur, you were still surprised that you decided to be on your own. You needed time to find who you were without them and it felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. The love for them was still there that would never change but how you loved them did. With time maybe the three of you could start over again but for now you had two different Roger-Barnes to care for.

As a few weeks went by and your bump got bigger a new routine was set. Bucky, Steve, Nat and Clint all took turns coming to see you. Making sure you had what you needed. It was nice to have them around again, you could see that Steve and Bucky were trying their hardest to show you how important you were to them. Most of the time it was fine you accepted their help but there were days when the anger still showed up and you argued. They just stood there and took it, if it made you feel better at the end they could deal with you cursing at them for a few minutes. Before they left they always told you how much they loved you and that they couldn’t wait to hold the babies in their arms.

Steve and Bucky had tried to convince you to move back into the tower the closer you got to your due date but you were adamant that you wanted to stay in your new home. So they were concerned when you knocked on the apartment door at 3:00 am with Nat carrying your things, Bow and Arrow sitting at your feet. You were upset and when you saw them you launched yourself into their arms. While trying to soothe you they looked up at Nat waiting for an explanation.

“She had Braxton Hicks contractions and she freaked out that you weren’t close enough in case she went into actual labor. Then she started talking about the fact that the babies might have the super soldier serum in their blood and what if someone tried to kidnap them from the hospital. So we came home.” She whispered to Steve as she handed him your bags. She disappeared before Steve could say anything else.

Bucky had brought you into the shared room and helped you get comfortable, well as comfortable as you possibly could get. It was the first time the three of you were in the room that ended your relationship but you had been too tired from the trip to care. All you wanted was to rest and have them close and they couldn’t say no to you, not after everything.

It was a good thing that you came back when you did because just a few hours after you showed up you went into labor. It was painful and it felt like it took days. Bucky and Steve were at your side through all of it. The team was outside in the waiting room anxious to meet the new baby Avengers as they called the twins. They guessed names and who they would look like and at the end of all the waiting they got their answers.

Steve held your hand and wiped the sweat from your brow and when you finished pushing the doctor announced it was a girl. They let you see her first. Pile of blonde hair on her head. She had your nose and your eyes and his lips. The perfect mix of both of you. She was cleaned off and given to him to hold and she looked even smaller in his hands. Steve stood frozen in place looking down at his little girl, he held her close and whispered how much he loved her already. He looked up to see you looking at him and he started crying. Bucky walked over to him just to look at his little girl eyes glassy with unshed tears.

Before you knew it, you had to start pushing again. Bucky was at your side. He told you how proud he was and how strong you were. When it felt like too much for you he grabbed your hand and told you that you could do it. That it was almost done. Once you heard the cry the doctor announced yet again that it was another little girl. It surprised you to see the dark hair on her little head, you were certain she was Bucky’s and you were speechless. Bucky was scared to hold her, he said he was too damaged to hold something so innocent and precious but at your insistence he gave in. And just like Steve he couldn’t hold back his tears. They both stayed close by and when the doctors gave the ok they rushed to your bedside. Placing both little bundles in your arms and it was your turn to let the tears fall.

The next morning the doctor came to check in along with Bruce. He snuck in under the pretense of the lab results but he really just wanted to see the babies. With a small smile on his lips he congratulated you.

“Well you’ll be happy to know that both of them are healthy. Biologically speaking baby A is Steve’s and baby B is Bucky’s. It’s one of the rarest occurrences in the world; there have only been a handful of documented cases in which a woman has two children by different men at the same time.” He says as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“What about the serum?” Steve asks, slightly nervous.

“I made sure to run the test twice to be sure. They both have the super soldier serum in their blood but half of what you both do. There are no anomalies though so there shouldn’t be any issues but I’m more than happy to check up on them in a few months.”

“Thank you Bruce.” You smile at him.

“Do you have the names picked out yet?”

“You aren’t going to win the bet.” Bucky speaks up from the couch he had been laying on.

“Fine, I guess I’ll find out with the rest of the team. They’re waiting outside. Should I let them in?”

“Yeah they can come in.” You say.

Nat and Clint are the first to come in, Sam, Tony, and Thor following close behind. Steve picks up one baby and Bucky picks up the other.

“We would like you to meet Natalia Rogers-Barnes.” Bucky says holding the little blond baby. Nat rushed over to grab her.

“And this is Rebecca Rogers-Barnes.” Steve says as Clint takes her from his hands.

Nat and Clint stand close together showing off the babies in their hands while Nat says something about teaching them everything she knows.

“Hey what’s with the names, was Samantha not good enough for you?” Sam chides playfully.

“Bucky picked Rebecca for his sister. Steve and I picked Natalia for our chosen sister.” You inform the group as you look at the redhead. She had the brightest smile on her face as she looked up at you.

“Yeah well, just remember what you promised me.” Clint says as he give Sam the baby.

They all took turns, they talked about what they would teach them and how they would be the best Avengers when they grew up. You argued at that, no child of yours would go out to a mission. Everyone laughed and joked and it felt good to be back home.

After a while it was just the five of you. As the babies slept they praised you, telling you how great you did. You knew right then that they were already wrapped around their tiny little fingers and you smiled. Bucky came to sit on the bed and you shuffled around some to give him space. You sat up a little and once he was comfortable you laid down against his chest, he kissed your temple.

“Thank you.” He whispers in your ear.

“For what?” You whisper back as Steve sits on the chair next to the bed.

“For everything.” Steve adds.

The three of you sat down and had a serious conversation about your relationship and the future. Slowly the relationship was rebuilt. It was new and you were stronger. You pushed back when you needed to, and made sure your voice was heard this time around. Steve and Bucky worked on better communication with each other and with you. It was more than just fixing the relationship for the sake of the girls, you had found real love with them. They had found the person that accepted them flaws and all and they realized their mistake when you had disappeared. It had only been five months but it was agonizing. The one person that brought joy to their lives was gone and they never wanted to feel that emptiness again especially now that they had the girls a.

It had been three years since the twins were born. The team was getting ready to celebrate their birthday Tony going all out like he always did even if it was a kids party. He insisted he needed to do it because he wanted to be the favorite uncle, so you let him. Especially this year you had 2 three year olds to get ready.

They ran out of their room with their matching outfits. Laughing and calling out for their daddies.

“Daddy look.” Little Nat says as she rounds into the living room.

“Oh look at our pretty girl.” Bucky crouches down to catch her as she jumps towards him.

“Me too daddy?” Becca asks, running close behind. Steve grabs her and peppers her little face with kisses making her giggle. You stand by the entrance to the living room recording their interactions.

“Yes you too, pretty girl.”

“Did you see daddy?” She asks, pointing at her shirt.

“Yeah it’s a pretty pink shirt baby. Just like Nattie’s.”

“No look.” The little girl puts her hands on Bucky’s face and moves it down.

“Sweet pea, where did you get this shirt?” Bucky asks. Steve then looks down at Becca's shirt trying to see if there's something wrong with it.

“Mommy got it. Do you like it daddy?” Their pink little shirt had two words on it: Big Sister.

“I love it.” Both men say in unison making the girls giggle before putting them down.

They rush over to you taking turns huggin and kissing you and asking you a million questions.

“You should know that I promised Clint that if I had a boy I would use his name.”

“We’ll have to think about that one.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

The girls played for a while with Bow and Arrow. You sat on the couch with Steve and Bucky at your side.

From time to time you thought about those 6 months you had been apart and how much had changed. Sitting there you remember the question Bucky had asked.

“Is there where it ends?”

You smile now that you know the answer to the question.

No, It’s a new beginning.

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oh wow uh, hi lol, this is our collective blog! im gonna be honest i dont know what the hell to put here, so im just gonna list all current members and a short description of us, individual intros will be done when each member fronts, and a tag [alter (name)(emoji)] will be added in the tags to help show better who posted what and have our own unique tags that exist only on this blog. anyway uh yeah, members.

⚠️Spamton - the host. probably wont use this account much, would rather keep his identity a secret in case people he knows irl finds this then wed all be put in actually a lot of danger. an irl of spamton and sonic, chill but also very in your face, sonic is his special interest.

🕷Vriska - the first alter (unless host counts? idk), although went dormant for a few years due to a bunch of shit really. really misses her friends, not as horrible of a person as your likely assuming, likes for tone tags to be used for her but hardly uses them herself.

📺Mike - always busy, a protector. hes really nice, very chill, hardly ever fronts. id say from what we know, pretty different from source (deltarune). sorry im not sure what else to put here other than hes really nice and helps us out (especially waking us up when we need to for some reason lol).

🌙Genesis - sorta newly formed, an alien lady. to be honest i dont know much about her, or why she even formed but she did and shes alright. shes really pretty and id say a bit energenic? otherwise honestly pretty mysterious.

☁️Sora - our LITERAL guardian angel. its an angel and a comforter, helps us out, like a parent figure but also a friend. its very calm and speaks very clearly, only fronts really when nobody else is available and its needed, just very sweet.

🎪Jevil - actually formed not very long ago. i dont really know much on him, but he seems cool, chaotic as expected haha, but nice.

❌X - THE CARETAKER, AN IMMORTAL BEING.

🥀aradia - i d0n’t really kn0w why i’m here, but hell0.

🫧Feferi - )(i!! It’s so nice to meet everyone )(ere, sorry I don’t know w)(at to put down here at the moment, i’m a bit too excited )(e)(e.

💔 - Hellooo, you may know me from Secret History of Sonic and Tails, because i’m Tails! I’m an angerholder, and very excited to meet you all.

sorry these arnt great, i just cant really think of much to add that wouldnt be included in the intros lol. also if your wondering whos writing this… youll never know lol.

Edit from October 20, 2023 - Simon (formerly known as Spamton)

Good lord so much has changed. CHRIST. Edit from September 5, 2024 - Simon Fucking christ, idk if we'll ever use this again but either way, my primary blogs @spooky97

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Playlist Feels

Member: *at the point of writing this i haven’t yet decided but i went out today and this song started playing and my heart just starting beATInG SO faST

*update: ended up settling for san

A/N: I won’t write smut/anything aggressive for jongho (or any ‘00 liner for that matter) so until they turn 21 internationally, i’ll refrain from writing anything nasty. this goes for other idols who are ‘00 liners and younger.

Genre: shitty-ass angst, aggressive shoving lol idk, what’s a desire-inspired fic if there’s no smut heh (lowkey fifty shades vibes irdk what im doing at this point of time) *kind reminder that it’s been too fucking long since i’ve written some smexy smut so please bear with me ;_;

Word Count: 3.6k

you could almost smell the money that everybody in the room collectively have under their belts. everybody was fitted in suits and extravagant gowns and blazers and dresses-- it was difficult to believe that these people would ever wear anything else besides whatever they were wearing now.

your parents had gone off to greet the older, more important people of the organisation, or bureau, or whatever group that coordinated this event was called. you were stuck staring at your glass of champagne while your fiance picks at the little nuts in the tray that was sitting in the middle of the small table. 

fiance, more like annoying family friend you’ve been actual friends with for nearly ten years. 

“do me a favour and cut it out, would you?” you glare at him through your long, false lashes, bringing the champagne glass to your lips and taking a sip. mingi looks at you and pouts, quickly throwing a nut into his mouth before he wipes the crumbs away on his shit-expensive Saint Laurent blazer. 

you groan under your breath, rolling your eyes so hard that you could see the insides of your head. 

“who picked out the gown? i know you have a thing against gowns so why’d you let them fit you in this one?” mingi munches on the nut and nods towards your fit. you don’t bother to look down at yourself, because you couldn’t stand the sight of it. 

the v-neck cutting was so low down your chest that if you pulled it aside with any considerable amount of strength, your chest would’ve been exposed. 

it didn’t help that the gown was red, and on top of that, there was a long, ridiculous slit up the dress by your left leg. 

it’s like you were a walking target. 

“does it look like i had much of a choice?” you eye him with an annoyed look, finishing whatever was left of the champagne. “in fact, i don’t even remember the last time i made a decision for myself. fun.”

mingi gives you a pathetic smile and wraps his arm around your shoulders, the soft material of his blazer grazing against your skin. 

someone pushes the door open to the function room, and everybody around starts making their way in. your heels would’ve been caught stepping on your gown, so mingi offers you and arm to hold while you grab a bunch of material with your free hand to make walking easier.

your fiance helps you settle into your seat before sitting down next to you. the function room starts filling up, every now and then some ceo or businessman or someone walks by your table and you have no choice but to stand up to greet them. 

but all you wanted to do was to go home to the comfort of your bed and binge watch your favourite series.

not stand here, in the middle of a function room in the country’s most expensive hotel, and let these middle-aged, possibly married-with-children, men caress your hands like they didn’t already know you had a fiance. 

“you seem to have a way around men, don’t you?” mingi teases quietly, helping you push the chair in as you sat down from shaking some stranger’s hand. 

“it’s the dress, and the hair and the make up. otherwise, i’m pretty sure they don’t give a fuck.” 

mingi sucks on his teeth at your straightforward statement, noting that your parents were coming round the table. you look up to search for them upon mingi’s announcement, and you notice they were talking to another couple with their children trailing closely behind them. 

“oh god, another one--” you spit under your breath. mingi elbows you a little, standing up and cuing you to do the same as your parents come by with the other couple and their clearly-uninterested son and overly-enthusiastic daughter.  

“mingi, y/n, this is mr and mrs choi, and this is choi haneul and choi san,” your mother gestures to them as the couple reaches out for a handshake. you and mingi take turns to shake their hands, including the two children. 

you were so used to faking a smile that you were sure nobody could’ve been able to tell you absolutely hated being here. 

but your ‘service’ smile struggles to remain loyal to your need to be the perfect chaebol when you catch their son staring at you, with eyes that could kill. 

you reach your palm out to him, and he takes your hand with a firm grip. 

you almost feel something similar to static, but you shake it off by giving him a bright smile.

he reciprocates, offering you a wide grin that exposes his dimples and folded his eyes into long, slits. 

that 180 degree switch... psycho.

you pull away, and you feel his reluctance to let go for a split second. 

a frown appears on your forehead in that instant, but he releases your hand quickly, as if noticing the change of expression on your face. 

your parents wave them off as they make their way to another table. you return to your seat, now sitting between mingi and your mother who just wouldn’t shut up about the choi family.

something about splitting the company into two so each their children gets an equal half. 

something about them being very capable. 

blah blah blah...

the function hall gets filled up and every table was fully occupied. name tags were placed on tables by the seats the guests were allocated, and your eyes run through the many names and titles. you couldn’t find a single one that didn’t have a big company name attached to them. 

mingi humors you the entire dinner, and being your only source of entertainment, you couldn’t help but still feel lucky that he was chosen to be your fiance.

there were so many things about being a chaebol that was so wrong and so pathetic, and mingi knew very well how much you hated it. both of you grew up as childhood friends, for the sole reason that both your parents were partners in an important project. 

so big, rich people gatherings? your weekend plans for almost ten years straight.

when you were told that a marriage was in plan for you though, you remember threatening to run away from home unless your fiance was mingi.

and since mingi was a chaebol himself, your parents were more than happy to let the both of you get engaged, even if the two of you didn’t actually love one another. 

there was some dumb auction going on with the mc yelling into the damn mic every ten minutes, not even giving you the peace of day to eat your food that took forever to come. mingi tries to get you involved by raising your name tag, helping you offer three million for a premium yacht.

you hiss at him, nearly giving him a slap across the face when you won it.

your mother reminds you not to have too much wine and champagne, but you didn’t even want to be here in the first place. you were going to get married into the song family anyway, so it gave you the courage and liberty to do whatever the hell you wanted. 

you were so used to drinking champagne and wine that mingi doesn’t stop you until your face finally flushed bright red, and you were beginning to smile and giggle at the mc. 

an unfamiliar sight for your fiance. 

“do you need to go to the washroom to get yourself together? you look tipsy,” mingi leans into your ear and asks with concern. his question pulls out an ugly look on your face, and you reach for your champagne glass, only to realise that it was empty. 

you huff in disappointment. mingi gives you a blank look, knowing that you weren’t done with whatever attitude you had up your sleeve tonight. 

“i’m gonna hurl out all that fucking champagne and you better have my glass refilled when i get back,” you try to whisper to mingi, but you belch out all the gas that was in your stomach. 

“disgusting--” mingi winces at the scent of the alcohol. you laugh, pushing yourself out of the seat and grabbing your purse, leaning over to your parents to inform them you were heading for the washroom. 

it was a good thing you weren’t drunk, but you definitely would be if you had returned for more champagne had you not stuffed your finger down your throat. you wretched loudly, knowing that you deliberately searched for the most out-of-the-way washroom in the building, and there was nobody around to hear those inhumane noises. expensive liquid flushes out your throat and you choke on the sight. the burning sensation wasn’t a good experience, but you couldn’t be any less bothered.

you lick your lips, still cautious that you had lipstick on. turning around, you struggle to your feet and head over to the sink, head hanging low and palms pressed flat against the marble surface. 

you gather the tap water in your hand, slurping it up to try and get rid of the taste of stomach acid and alcohol in your mouth. 

didn’t help. 

you mutter some curse words under your breath, looking back up at the mirror to fix your hair and your lipstick, pulling your shoulders back so you were standing with the posture your mother spent most of your life scolding you about. 

you take a step out of the washroom, and your eyes were so occupied with mentally berating the hell out of your obscene dress that you physically ram yourself into someone’s shoulder. 

the impact throws your balance off completely, but you feel an arm snake around your waist just moments before you got fall flat on the ground. 

“oh, you.”

you fidget with uneasiness, anxiously getting your balance back in check and shoving him off you. you look down at yourself, making sure your boobs were still under the material and your slit didn’t get any higher up your thighs. 

“you’re welcome, by the way.”

you return your attention to choi san, who now had a sneaky smirk drawn across his lips. he was in an all white fit, with small black details like his cuff links and black gemstone accentuating his entire look. 

“sorry.”

you clear your throat, feeling your face flush from the realisation that you could’ve been completely fucked over by your parents if they saw the way you responded. 

‘that’s no way of thanking someone,” they’d say. 

“what are you doing here anyway? it’s such a far walk from the function hall.”

you raise a cocky brow, tongue looking for small bits of food stuck in the crevices of your teeth. you couldn’t be bothered to maintain your image now that you’ve already acted like he was molesting you. 

“me? i could ask you the same,” you tilt your head to the side, hands looking for the slit of your dress to push aside. you wouldn’t want to trip on your walk away from him. 

“i don’t like these functions. i like meeting people but i definitely don’t like watching them spend their money on ridiculous items.”

you sigh, wondering how long you were going to be stuck in this meaningless conversation with him. 

“you do realise the proceeds all go to charity anyway, don’t you?” 

“is that why you bought the premium yacht for three million?”

“no, my fiance used my name.”

“so you’re saying you didn’t want to provide the financial assistance to charity?”

your eyes harden at his accusation, and you couldn’t be more frustrated. if you weren’t in your obscene v-neck gown with that useless slit up your thighs, you would’ve already gotten your heels off to whack him on the head. 

all your emotions must’ve been put up for display all across your face, because choi san flashes you a devilish grin, eradicating any hint of his dimple-smile from before. 

the same 180 change.

“my family and i do enough charity every year. this three million doesn’t mean shit,” you take a step forward, not letting his demonic presence faze you. he was just about a few inches taller than you, so confronting him like this was nothing compared to mingi.

“so, mr choi,” you hiss under your breath, your nose just right under his. “if you’ve got nothing else constructive to say, then do excuse me. i have an event to be at.”

you gave it a few moments for him to flinch or react, but he fails. you smirk to yourself, convinced that you’ve won this showdown. you turn, ready to walk away from him, but he grabs your arm just as you walk past him and wraps his arm around your waist. if he had invested more effort into the act, he would’ve easily picked you up.

“what the fuck-- let me go!” you try thrashing yourself out of his grip, but he only pulls you harder into the hidden lift around the corner. you try to make a run for the door before it closes, but he holds you back as he hits a button on the lift panel.

he shoves you up against the wall, your rear resting against the bar that lined the walls where people could hold. he rests his palms on the bar on either sides of your hips, and he pushes his face dangerously close to yours. 

you were fuming at this psycho, but deep down in your heart, you knew you were the one to blame for inciting it. 

“you know...” he drags a finger down your earlobe and your jawline. it takes you awhile to realise that you were slowly turning away from him, gradually becoming unable to continue this power play with him. “you haven’t said ‘thank you’.”

you scoff, eyes shifting to meet his without turning your head. you wipe your canine teeth with your tongue, trying your best to read his face. 

but all you could see was that devilish grin you don’t think you were ever going to forget. 

you try to hold back from saying anything, knowing that every word you said from this moment on was going to decide his next move. but you were angry with this piece of shit, and your temper invites you to spit out the words you had on the tip of your tongue. 

“or what?”

i should not have said that. 

“that’s completely up to you.”

choi san smirks again, and you’ve never seen someone look so lustfully challenged before. the look in his eyes was enough to rile you up to it as well. though your head was screaming at you, telling you to stop, but your heart and body say otherwise. 

he sucks in a deep breath as he takes a step back, letting the lift doors open to the hallway where all the suites were. 

you expected him to grab your wrist and pull you along, but he doesn’t. confusion wasn’t the right word to describe the overwhelming feeling that ate you up, and you hated yourself for it. 

you watch in dissatisfaction as he calmly walks out of the lift and walks down about four doors. he stops right outside the cream colored door, his white fit contrasting the brown hallways, and turns to look at you.

that devilish smile was gone, replaced with a look you couldn’t begin to describe. 

you feel your stomach churn as he reaches up to his neck and starts to undo the top few buttons, exposing his collarbone. his free hand pulls out a card from the inside of his blazer, and he gets the door open. 

your hands were balled up into fists, and you could still feel his trace on your jaw as you watched him walk into the room. 

don’t do it.

you suck in a deep breath, frozen in place. 

don’t fucking do it. he knows exactly what he’s doing. 

the lift doors begin to shut. 

don’t. do. it. 

your needs and desires engulf you like flames in a burning building, and you found yourself storming straight into the suite, eyes only searching for him. before you could even notice the size of the room, you were shoved backwards against the carpeted wall.

hands were hungrily searching your body for any crevice for him to dig into, and you could already feel your lipstick getting smudged between both your lips. 

his fingers find the material of your dress that goes over your shoulders instead, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull them down your arms. you struggle to get his white blazer off, completely ignoring the rare gem that was pinned above his breast pocket. 

you were already running out of breath, teeth clashing and your tongues messily swirling around each other as his hands find the zip on your back. by the time your dress pools around your feet, you get the buttons on his shirt undone. 

you run your hands down his chest and toned stomach, but was interrupted by him picking you up against the wall. he doesn’t hesitate to attach his lips to your breasts like a hungry kitten, and the heat between the two of you becomes nearly impossible to contain.

his hair gets tangled in your fingers, desperately trying to find something to grip while lewd sounds escape your lips.

“you must not like losing,” he pulls you away from the wall, eyes looking up at you as he walks elsewhere in the room. you expected yourself to be thrown on a bed, but instead you find yourself pressed up against the window panel of the room, with the city right below your feet. 

“don’t you fucking dare,” you threaten with a low voice. but you hear him scoff, arm wrapped around your waist as he positions himself so that you were pressed flat against his chest and your breasts against the cold surface of the window. 

“but i already did.”

he whispers into your ear, somehow finding both your wrists and holding them in one hand while the other snakes down your stomach and under the only piece of clothing you were wearing. 

you bite on your bottom lip, shutting your eyes tightly upon the contact of his fingers on your sensitive spot. you hear him chuckle and he realises that you had absolutely no control over what your body needed - or wanted.

“aren’t you going to tell me that you have a fiance?” his voice was low, and almost threatening. he hooks your underwear by the side and pulls it off the curve of your rear, letting it pool around the heels you were still wearing. 

you gulp and huff heavily, listening to him undo his belt while your wrists were still trapped in his left hand. 

“answer the question, mrs song.” he presses his already hardened manhood against your core, and the contact sends chills up your spine to your head. you could feel yourself slowly losing all sense of control by the second, and him psychologically pushing you into a corner to make you submit to him wasn’t helping. 

“we could always stop now, and you could go back to the function hall like nothing happened.”

now you don’t feel the material of his underwear, but the bare skin of his manhood rubbing against your naked core. the sensation finally pushes you over the edge, and you choose your desires over the fucking obligations you were born with.

“please don’t stop.”

you brace yourself as he pushes himself into you, and he doesn’t give you much time to process the explosive feelings of need in your abdomen. picking up his pace, you feel his grip on your wrists tightening as the excessive thrusting pushes you nearer and nearer against the glass.

you hear nothing but the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, and the combination of the mewls and groans the both of you were offering one another. 

his free hand finds your sensitive nub, and the combination of his ramming into you with the circles drawn with pressure pushes you closer to your climax. your legs tremble under the overwhelming feeling, and he finally releases your wrists. he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you up while he continues fucking you against the window. 

you feel the weight in your abdomen get heavier after every thrust, and your irregular moans tell him that you were reaching your high. 

something inside you snaps, and you raise your head to look at the window, water vapour already collected in messy patterns on the surface. 

he pulls out and you feel his load landing on your lower back, the only sounds you could hear now was the panting from the both of you. 

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you take your seat between mingi and your mother again, legs still shaking ever so slightly, and you were hoping nobody was going to notice that your hair didn’t look at neat as it was before.

“i thought you got lost in the bathroom,” mingi looks at you while you down a whole cup of water before attacking the champagne. 

“well,” you shrug, eyes catching a glance of choi san returning to his seat. “i’m here now, aren’t i?”

[yanqings]

I was tagged in the check in tag game by @transwenkexing ❤️❤️

why did you choose your url?

because i love when women are happy and in love

any side blogs? if you have them: name them and why you have them

Not really. I’m not in the having of making sideblogs for each of my interests. Everything goes on my main 💕 (does straightwenkexing count as a sideblog....i use it for evil purposes)

how long have you been on tumblr?

6 years..... let me out....

do you have a queue tag?

nope. i dont even know how to queue things shdhddj

why did you start your blog in the first place?

I was on instagram for the [redacted] fandom and a lot of the posts were just screenshots from tumblr so i figured why not go to the source

why did you choose your icon?

First lesbian absent mother representation

why did you choose your header?

I wanted to be something pretty and calming, but also something i liked... my desktop theme used to have a painting of the ocean as well before tumblr killed it 😒

what’s your post with the most notes?

my wwx and wq besties gifset :)

how many mutuals do you have?

around 35💕

how many followers do you have?

403 tho the number is very skewed. when i used to have literally like 10 followers my blog showed a vastly different number. That was back in the days when a new porn bot would follow u every single day so i think it glitched even when i blocked them hence the weird number

how many people do you follow?

106

have you ever made a shitpost?

you could say that

how often do you use tumblr each day?

enough to make me wish social media never existed

did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

Once and it was so incredibly dumb. I made a post about how x author misrepresented my culture in one of their characters and someone from the diaspora in the US was like actually haha ur wrong <3. Even started their argument with the classic “hello! Local x here!” 🧍‍♀️Then they proceed to write the most asinine excuses as to why the author wasn’t in the wrong when they, in fact, were. Objectively wrong. I, born, raised, and currently living in [redacted] don’t know my own culture apparently 💕 also they kept finishing off their arguments with DING DONG YOURE WRONG or some shit like that IM TELLING U IT WAS SO WEIRD. I was 16 this person was presumably an adult like wtf... anyways safe to say i won <3

how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

if they’re important posts i dont mind. however, it does bother me when people add it to dumb posts which is done here a lot

do you like tag games?

Sure! but my answer below applies to this question as well

do you like ask games?

I do, in theory. I enjoy interacting with my mutuals and answering silly questions but i have trouble getting out what i mean a lot of the time. Like, idk what to say without sounding repetitive so sometimes I opt not to rb them.

which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

who knows... I have mutuals in high places 😏

do i have a crush on a mutual?

nope. the real question is whether a mutual has a crush on me /parasocial

Im gonna tag @deltakiraze @deltasupporter @cxntofgnc

[ayymanwtf]

im in an aesthetic writing mood which, im quite aware is nothing like my usual content but im a limitless being and you should probably accept that. please?

anyway here are the aesthetics that some of my fave mgk songs have:

FLOOR 13 — drunkenness, trembling hands covered in blood, the source of it unknown, stumbling through an abandoned psych ward of a hospital, feeling the floor beneath you move in waves, rocking from wall to wall of the narrow corridor, seeing a figure resembling the one person on your mind at the end of the hallway, white knuckles gripping the steering wheel, pushing as hard as you can on the pedal of a car, eyes glassed over, the curve of the road not being the only unstable thing, dizziness, experiencing jealousy for the first time, getting in trouble on the playground and trying to excuse your actions, vodka swirling in a crystal tumbler, you’ve lost count of how many you’ve had, sipping it and thinking its water, mysterious white powders sprinkled on glass tables, looking out the balcony of a hotel, the curtains fluttering in the evening breeze, the first moment of serenity in a while, begging for them to come back, regret

LOCO — return, amusement, superiority, seeing a person you used to know and immediately judging them on how they turned out, cracking your neck too hard and feeling it ache, liking the feeling knowing it was the first time you’d felt something in a while, the concept of exoticism, ruining someone else for your own entertainment, not caring despite knowing, the kind of sex that is derived from pure anger and resent, anger and resent for someone else, but still leaving the new person heartbroken, new beginnings and sealed endings, rekindling with your old friends, only to end it all to see the looks on their faces, a blunt laced with gold, pushing someone off you too hard and hearing them wince, internalised desperation, numbness, living life with anger and thinking its the only option

Death In My Pocket — the clouds during a sunset, experiencing grief for something you never had, reminiscence, mourning the life you could have had, a silver flute crushed under your boot, cleaning up the wounds on your knuckles yourself and remembering a time when someone else would have done this for you, stepping outside for the first time in months and feeling the sharp wind on your cheeks and still not feeling anything, running away from nothing at dawn, begging and bargaining, leaving the house on your own for the first time and witnessing things you never wished you had, diving into an icy cold lake, exhaling reflexively once your face reaches the water, feeling your lungs burn for oxygen underwater, and still not coming up until you feel them fill with liquid, wetting the shoulder of a stranger with your tears, asking why, asking why, asking why, again and again, feeling pain and wondering when the next time will be that you forget this feeling

RAP DEVIL — piano and bass chords combined, welcomed confusion, betrayal, feeling someone sit on your lap and wanting to throw them off you, repetition, de ja vu, anarchy, rebellion, standing up against bitchy old people, leaving your respect behind to do whats right, being drunk at a party and hearing all the songs around you meld and blend until everything sounds the same, someone telling you to smile more, accidentally saying the wrong thing and hurting someone’s feelings, eventually accepting and standing by your words once you find out who they truly are, refusing to ask for forgiveness, eating the rich and remembering to season them, childhood shows with creepy ulterior meanings, burying an enemy, misconceptions, idolising your father until you realise his neglect, snapping someone’s neck and feeling no guilt 

LATELY — clocks ominously ticking, reminding you of the time youre wasting, taking LSD for the first time, seeing the world swirl and mix around you, looking in the mirror after taking acid and seeing the most genuine version of you, ghosting and then sending I miss you texts to the same person, experiencing nostalgia with anger instead of contentedness, falling asleep in a cold hotel room and seeing your worst fears come to life before your eyes, empty rooms and bare faces, singular drops of blood dripping from your palms once a day, looking directly into the sun and thinking about how the moon harnesses that much light, dancing on the dance floor and mid-song feeling your social battery die and wanting to go home, asking someone to help and them leaving you on read, doing shrooms and feeling like you’re sat inside of a rapidly spinning washing machine, knowing that nothing will ever be the same and still denying that fact

el Diablo — a casino in the middle of the deserts of Nevada, Mexico at the peak of its drug war, playing poker with blank cards, upheaving the gambling table, a woman squatting in a leather mini skirt with her legs spread wide open, her cigarette dropping ashes onto the road in front of her, glowing embers on an ash tray that carried the ashes from the cigars belonging to the most powerful men of the americas, pushing a traitor against a wall and keeping them there with the grip you have on their neck, remembering where you came from and making it a big portion of your success, doing deals with the devil, the devil pitying you, abandoned hotels turned into brothels, biting the hand that feeds you, nonchalance portrayed in the most douchebag way possible, playing saxophone in high school and growing up to be the person everyone wanted to be, mob bosses hotboxing in a room full of strippers, being the authoritarian figure you always hated, being the person that people go to for permission, rising from rock bottom to the very top of the mountain, knowing all and saying none, driving in the desert and leaving dust trails to make sure everyone knows that you were here, kissing with split lips and not bothering to clean up, not just thinking youre the superior, but actually being the superior, gaining everyone’s respect AND fear, never begging but always waiting, an intelligence unmatched  

if you guys want more let me know?? idk if anyone will actually like this but I know that I had a lot of fun doing it and ill gladly do requests as well!! anyway sending my love, have a great day!! feedback is also appreciated also: @ripbrat k im tagging u but ur allowed to ignore this 10000% dont feel pressured I just thought huh mgk. OH WAIT K LIKES MGK. anyway uhhh have fun please!! 

[dvp95]

quiet on widow’s peak (3)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, youtuber phil lester, dan howell is not a youtuber, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 3.1k (this chapter), 9.5k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

read this chapter on ao3 or here!

Interviews used to be Phil's least favourite part of this job. The research was always captivating, the filming was always fun, the editing was always challenging, but talking? To people? About things? Absolutely not.

He still doesn't love doing it, but he's long past the point of begging Martyn or Ian to pretend to be him on the phone.

The curtains in Phil's room are open for once, letting natural light in so he doesn't look as dark on the Skype screen. His eyes keep drifting to himself, distracting him as he tries to fix his hair or laments not getting out of his pyjamas. This is his fourth interview of the day, and he's starting to hate the process with a renewed fervour.

"Okay, thank you," he says, clicking out of the screen record window. "Can I message you here if I have any further questions, or would you prefer this to be your final statement?"

"Oh, um," the girl says, her eyes round with some kind of emotion that Phil can't be bothered to parse. "No, no, that's... that's all I saw. I don't have anything else. But you can still... message me, if you like."

Ah. Phil makes a face that he hopes reads as apologetic and not panicked. "No, I - sorry. Gay. Just interested in your ghost."

"Oh!" she says again, looking more puzzled than Phil thinks she has any right to after a forty minute conversation where he mostly just asked her clarifying questions that she kept dodging. She tucks some of her long hair behind her ear and shakes her head. "Sorry, that's just - you haven't said that online."

Phil isn't very good at knowing when people are lying to him, but now he's definitely suspicious of the half-assed testimony he'd gotten from this girl. He sighs. "Okay, you know who I am, then?"

"I mean, I looked you up when you messaged me about a video and all," she says. "Wanted to know if you were a creep or, like, legit."

Okay, that's fair enough. Phil supposes that if he were a girl in uni and a stranger asked to video chat, he'd also do a little digging first. He still doesn't quite believe her story, though - most of it matches what she'd written on Facebook, word for word, and she didn't go into detail on anything she claimed happened.

"Right, of course," says Phil, feeling awkward and exposed.

Her eyes are wide and blue and she can see into his room, into his life, and she's giving him this look like she thinks she knows something about him. He hates this feeling.

"That a secret, then?" she asks.

"No," Phil says. "It's just not relevant to my job. I don't have a lot of ghouls asking me out."

She doesn't laugh. Phil is getting more and more uncomfortable by the second, and he's wondering if it's worth it to hang up on a potential lead - no matter how dubious her claims - when she says, "Well, alright. I won't tell anyone anyway."

"Thanks," Phil says automatically. He doesn't particularly care if she does or not, but he does want this call to end as soon as possible. "And thanks for your time. Message me if you think of anything else you forgot to mention about the Wilkins place or if you know of someone who's seen something."

Before she can even respond, Phil hits end on the call and groans, resting his forehead on his thumbs for a moment.

Unsurprisingly, this is giving him a migraine. It doesn't take much to make the twinge of a headache turn to insistent throbbing, because Phil's body hates him and overreacts to everything.

Phil takes a couple of deep breaths before he comes out of hiding. He attaches the final screen recording to the email he's already got open and ready to send to Martyn. After a moment's thought, he CCs PJ and Sophie in and adds, Nobody sounds credible except the second person to me, so... it's not looking good lol, before hitting send.

He takes off his glasses and rubs at his eyes for a moment. Interviews are still draining for him, especially when they don't go as planned, and Phil's starting to get the impression that there's nothing to even find at the Wilkins place.

But. Phil pauses, considers his options. He hasn't interviewed everyone, has he.

Before he can talk himself out of it, Phil shoves his glasses unceremoniously back onto his face and opens Tumblr. Winnie hasn't said anything to him so far today, so Phil feels only a little like he's bothering them when he shoots off a quick, Hey! I just finished interviewing the sources you gave me and most of them aren't very promising. Would you consider letting me ask you some questions to round out the video?

me?????, Winnie replies almost immediately. i didnt even see anything?? like im happy to answer questions but idk how much use ill b in an INTERVIEW

I know! And you don't have to lmao so don't feel pressured or anything but you know so much more about the place than they do. Everyone claimed that they didn't know other people were having paranormal experiences.

oh bullshit, Winnie says. Phil is surprised into a huff of laughter.

There's a part of Phil, fuelled by anxiety and uncertainty, that worries Winnie is just pulling an elaborate joke on him. That part of him feels a little more at ease every time he actually talks to Winnie. They just seem... genuine. And maybe Martyn would disagree, would blame Phil's desperation to see the best in people, but there's a reason Phil doesn't tell Martyn everything.

Before Phil can agree with Winnie's colourful derision, his laptop beeps again. i look like an ogre rn but i can voice chat if you rly think itll help

It would!!, Phil assures them. The tender spot behind his eyes twinges again, serving as a reminder. Can I call in like an hour? I've got a headache from the screen lol

sure i really have nothing else going on today

--

So it's later in the day, late afternoon light still streaking through Phil's window, when Phil sits back down at his computer and adds the Skype username Winnie gave him. His head still hurts a bit, but it isn't all-consuming now that he's had another coffee and some painkillers. The padded headphones feel good to put over his ears, blocking out most of the typical noises from such a full house and a busy street, and Phil just sits in the blissful quiet for a moment before he sends a voice call request.

It gets picked up almost immediately, and Phil presses a smile into his palm before he says, "Hi! Can you hear me alright?"

There's a beat. Phil waits, in case Skype is lagging as usual, but he's opening his mouth to repeat himself by the time he gets a response.

"Yeah," says Winnie. "I can hear you."

Phil isn't really proud of himself for being surprised by Winnie's voice. It's just. He knows his viewer demographics, okay, and he has a rough grasp on Tumblr demographics, and the name - alright. It isn't his proudest moment, is his point, because he's expecting a much higher pitch for absolutely no good reason.

In addition to that, his brain automatically tries to classify Winnie's voice as very obviously masculine, and Phil has to push back against that.

"I can hear you, too," Phil says cheerfully, not allowing his anxieties to spill over into the conversation.

"That's good, probably," Winnie says. There's another beat of silence, and then a huff that might be laughter or a sigh comes through Phil's headphones. "Sorry, I - I'm not trying to be fucking weird, this is just surreal."

"Is it?" Phil hums. "But I haven't even asked you about ghosts yet."

A snort - definitely laughter, this time - follows, and Phil is so glad that he's able to put Winnie at ease even if his brain is betraying him. "That's true. I guess it's gotta get weirder from here."

"That's kind of, like, the subtitle of my whole channel," says Phil. After a moment, he frowns. "Subtitle? No. What's the thing, on the poster -"

"Tagline," says Winnie. They sound so amused and warm and, okay, they've got a nice voice. That's not gendered. Phil can think that. "You're thinking of a tagline, you buffoon."

"Tagline," Phil echoes gratefully.

"Don't you," Winnie starts, then stops abruptly. They don't finish the sentence, but Phil can kind of guess what they were going to say. There's the sound of some rustling, like Winnie is getting comfortable, before they change tacks. "Again, I didn't see any of this alleged ghostly activity with my own eyes, but I know the hot goss."

Phil opens the recording program out of habit, nodding even though Winnie can't see him. "That's still really useful at this point," he says encouragingly. He clicks a couple of buttons. "And, yes, I do have an English degree. Thank you for not asking."

Winnie laughs, the sound of it filling Phil's headphones and making it feel like they're in the room with him. It's warm, like everything else about their voice, and absolutely contagious.

"I didn't want you to think I was, like, a big stalker," Winnie says, and Phil can hear the grin in their voice.

"Eh, I know you watch my videos," says Phil. "So I figure you know some stuff about me. You probably know that I'm going to ask this, too, but - is it okay if I record our conversation? I don't need to include it in the video if you don't want me to, but it's still useful for me if I don't so I can, like, actually remember the things you told me."

"Yeah, sure," Winnie agrees easily. They hesitate, for a moment, and Phil waits for whatever the caveat will be. "Uh, can I still swear?"

The question surprises Phil into laughing. "Yeah, you're fine. I can bleep them out."

"Then I am all for it. Ask me the ghost questions, ghost man."

Phil presses record and glances down at his notebook, where he's scrawled some disjointed questions alongside his usual doodling. "Uh, okay. Yes. I am totally a professional."

"If you say so, mate," says Winnie.

"Hush. Okay." Phil finally gets his brain back on track and taps his pen against a question near the end of his list. "So, Winnie, you did all this research into the Wilkins place on your own downtime, but you mentioned that you've been hearing murmurs about it for a while, right?"

"Not that long, actually, I've only been hearing about it since term started," Winnie says, and Phil is struck by how comfortable they suddenly are now that there's a guideline. Or, maybe, now that there's a non-Phil audience. "Which I thought was pretty weird, since I'd been there a couple times since I moved here, and it's a spooky fucking place but nothing to write home about."

That's more or less exactly how Phil feels about the situation, except that he doesn't remember the Wilkins place to be scary at all. Maybe it's gotten worse in the years since, or maybe he's just got a higher threshold for empty, decrepit homes than Winnie does. Either way, he's not sure if he should be relieved or suspicious that their thoughts on it mirror his own so well. He starts a spiral in the corner of his page as he considers the answer.

"So, you never got the impression that it was haunted before?"

"I - can I be perfectly honest?" Winnie asks, and then doesn't wait for a response. "I don't get the impression that it's haunted now. I dunno if people are just making shit up or if they're doing too many drugs, but we all know that ghosts don't actually exist."

Phil snorts. He does have a fairly large number of skeptics who watch his videos to argue in the comments about logical explanations for his findings or to just enjoy watching him fail so much, but he hadn't really expected that from someone who sent him a sourced essay on the topic of ghosts.

He's recording right now, so he's not about to give away the fact that, yeah, he kind of does agree with Winnie on this one. Instead, he keeps his tone neutral and says, "You don't believe in ghosts."

"I don't believe in most things that can't be explained by science," Winnie says, so matter-of-fact that Phil has to smile.

"I don't really believe in science," Phil says, mild.

A beat. "Excuse me?"

"I said I don't believe in science," Phil repeats, doubling down on the joke so he can hear that incredulous pitch of Winnie's nice voice again. "I mean, isn't it all just as made-up as anything else? People just tell us stuff exists and we have to believe them?"

"We believe them," Winnie says slowly, "because it's a fact."

"How do I know that?" Phil asks. He knows how off track he's already gotten, and he decides to cut this part out before he sends the file to Martyn or his friends.

"Because you can. See it. With your eyes." The genuine bewilderment in Winnie's voice is very funny. "Like. What the fuck, Phil. If someone drops an apple and it hits the ground and they're like, 'oh that's gravity', how are you supposed to say, 'uh, no it ain't'?"

Phil leans back in his chair a bit, his spiral turning into an apple. "Because, what if that's just what the apple wanted to do? It's not like we know any of this for sure, Winnie."

"You're fucking with me," Winnie says, but they don't sound very certain.

"I am," Phil admits happily. "Do you remember the first incident that kicked off the Wilkins place rumours?"

"You," Winnie says, and then cackles. They lean away from their mic as they do, but the sound of it still makes Phil feel some secondhand giddiness. He wonders if their laugh has a volume limit, or if it's just going to keep getting louder the funnier Phil is. He is so tempted to put that to the test. "Fuck. You little fucker."

Phil hides his own giggle in the palm of his hand and clears his throat, trying to get back into the professional mindset he'd forced himself to be in for the four earlier interviews.

"Do you need me to repeat the question?" Phil asks. He can't resist teasing, just a bit.

"No, fuck off," Winnie chuckles. They take a deep breath and let it out on a hum, low and thoughtful. "So, there was this shindig during fresher's, which I obviously didn't go to because I'm not a fresher and I'm too old to go to shindigs, but people were talking about how the house was making weird noises. A girl I know - I linked you to her Reddit post - said she saw someone just standing outside the window watching them, but, like, is that really a supernatural occurrence in Rusholme?"

"It's not. And she hit on me as well, so I'm not sure her judgement is trustworthy."

"Sounds like her. Sorry. Anyway, nobody really thought 'ghosts' as much as they thought 'rats in the walls and a pervert on the street', but then - this one didn't get spoken about online. I don't even know how valid it is."

"Word of mouth is how most ghost stories get passed," says Phil. "I'm not going to hold you to citations on rumours."

Winnie huffs a laugh. It's soft, quiet, and Phil almost wishes he could say something ridiculous to make them cackle again. Unfortunately, he has a job to do.

"Fair enough. Well, some idiots spent the night there to see if anything weird would happen," Winnie says, and Phil feels a bit attacked, "and three separate dudes had sleep paralysis."

Phil hums and jots some messy notes down. "In the same night?"

"At the same time," Winnie corrects him. "The other idiots were trying to wake them up for a long time, apparently. They're convinced that the guys who fell asleep were just pulling a prank on them, and maybe they were, but that's when the ball really got rolling."

Out of everything Phil has heard today, this is the most compelling story so far. Maybe that's a good indicator of the Manchester students being full of it - maybe there truly is nothing to find in the Wilkins place - but it piques Phil's interest anyway.

"For someone who only believes in cold, hard science, you're good at telling ghost stories," Phil says.

"Thanks," Winnie says, sounding pleased with themselves. "Learned from the best."

Phil is suddenly very, very glad that this isn't a video call, because he can't stop himself from smiling like an idiot. "Oh, is that what they're calling me?"

Another cackle. Phil doesn't remember the last time he made someone laugh so much without tripping over his own clown feet.

"I never said I was talking about you."

"Uh huh."

"Oh, shut up," says Winnie, and Phil can still hear the laughter in their voice. "Don't you have a bunch of questions to ask or something?"

Phil does. He has a whole list of questions that he should be following. He chews on his pen and looks at the doodle-covered list of things he's meant to ask Winnie. His head still hurts - maybe the extra caffeine didn't help after all - and all he really wants to do is take a nap.

"Yeah," Phil says, reluctant. "I've just got, like, a migraine. Can I call you back another time? This was a really great start."

"Oh, yeah, sure," says Winnie. They've dropped their voice down to something soft, like they're worried that they'll make Phil's headache worse.

"I'm actually going up to check the place out this weekend." Phil isn't sure what makes him say that. He meets up with sources in person, sometimes, but usually only if they've seen something with their own eyes. He just feels comfortable talking to Winnie, far more than he'd felt talking to the other students he'd interviewed today.

Phil doesn't actually extend the invitation, and Winnie either doesn't pick up the hint or doesn't care to.

"That'll be good," they say, still soft. "Get some rest, Phil, you can call me back when your brain stops trying to drill a hole through your temple."

After Phil says goodbye and hangs up, he sits at his desk for a long moment. It feels too quiet, all of a sudden, his padded headphones blocking out all the ambient noise around him. It's good for his head, but Phil is still weirdly disappointed.

[nemorialex]

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Mun name: Shan OOC Contact: Tumblr IMs, Discord

Who the heck is my muse anyway:

Alex Miller, 20 (as of 2019), Explorer/Adventurer who spends their time studying the supernatural and magical elements of the forest.

Due to (semi)recent events, they are a reluctant god of space/creation and live on a new planet populated by at least 3 other sentient species, aside from humans.

Points of interest:

Maroon-red hair with a poofy curl of bangs, incredibly pale, floor length black trench coat, jeans and boots: This is what they look like 99% of the time.

A thick journal, an array of knives, and a few useful magic charms: this is what is in their coat pockets 99% of the time.

They are studious, attentive, and a little people/socially awkward. And near always willing and excited to help where and when it’s needed.

Alex has a dreamcatcher necklace charm that they made themself. When flipped like a coin, it opens a portal of bright light, color, and lightening which can transport the user to “anyplace of their dreams” AKA, think of a place and you’ll be there when you step through. It is their main source of long-distance travel. 

What they’ve been up to recently:

Taking care of their pets (3 dragons, 1 giant chicken, 1 cat, 1 dog)

Studying their new home, either by hands-on hiking through the woods or by checking out several books at a time on the history, myths, and trivia of the planet.

Traveling to/waiting inside the ruins of a temple where their boyfriend is currently asleep until an undetermined point in time. 

(This is an IC secret but) Alex just finished the main construction of a seaside house on a cliff for said sleeping boyfriend.

Studying a handful of magic related books to come up with new potions and/or charms from the existing spells.

Practicing their given god abilities (with mixed/little success, due to personal doubts)

Making a list and retrieving or crafting gift items for the upcoming holidays.

Where to find them:

In the woods on a hike, probably mapping out a trail or sitting and watching wildlife (specifically dragons)

In the City, either getting supplies (for magic or building,) food, or books (as stated above)

At the cabin, keeping busy with smaller tasks

At the apartment of Zack (brother), Frenchie (Moirail/best friend), and Toby (their son) usually for a family related activity like babysitting or dinner

At the ruins of the temple for the Page of Mind (as mentioned above)

A classified location (seaside cliff) for a classified reason (building a house)

Sometimes within the temple for the Prince of Breath (Ghostie’s place)

Current plan:

Mostly their “plans” consist of just... Doing what they’re doing now. Finishing projects, studying facts, playing with magic. Biding their time.

The idea of a proposal has been tossed back and forth.

Later, when they feel more “settled” (aka, everyone is awake, safe, and counted for) they will go off to more extreme adventures, or at least those that are farther from home/take a lot longer to complete.

There’s a very vague plot in the rough draft phase right now, but it’s more targeted to another pair of OCs... :3c

Desired interactions:

New people to meet! And not just a casual “hello” over the internet, but genuinely new friends that they can interact with. 

An exchange of information! Even if it’s just you talking endlessly about something you think is common in your life, if Alex hasn’t heard of it they will drink in every word.

A new exploration! Pretty much the same as above, but with locations rather than just information.

(they have a very, very small curiosity about pitch dating)

Offered interactions:

UNfortunately, Alex is a bit shy, so they won’t directly reply to stuff. FORTUNATELY, that means you can purposefully misunderstand what their “dash watching” post is about and strike up a conversation or press for answers.

As one might expect, Alex will ramble for days on end about both first hand knowledge as well as personal theories they might have on a supernatural subject, like the difference between dragon varieties or species developments or why a full moon and a new moon have magical properties.

Not that they’d ever ask, but test subjects for magic are welcome. Or better yet, throw an idea at them and they’ll accept the challenge.

In person interactions are absolutely a thing, especially because of their portal and their willingness to toss themself into spontaneous adventures of bored enough. 

Current open post/s:

Basically any IC post is free for interaction, plus the inbox is always open and stuff. 

Anything else?:

UH, idk what else to add, honestly? My mobile links should be working and the pages are (FOR THE MOST PART) up to date if you want more detailed info. 

I have 3 other muses that are related to Alex.  - affluentialspikes Zack (Brother through adoption) These two are in an AU of sorts? It’s tricky to explain, but they know different versions of the Millers - heartsandkrafts Shar (Niece of Aunt Alex) - astutescientist Gwen (Student/apprentice of Uncle Zack AKA Mr. Miller)

Tagging: Yours, ripe for the taking!

[nobeliumoxygenoxygen]

Seromina || Firsts

For Sero Ship Week Day 3: Firsts at @seroshipweek​

SUMMARY: Ashido tends to overshare her personal life on social media so it’s only fitting that she shares her favourite moments on it too, right?

But this time, it’s only for one pair of eyes.

GENRE: sero hanta x ashido mina, social media au (I think?)

TEXT from your queen 💕

follow @iloveutapeboi on insta its private but dw youll be accepted start from the first post!!!!!!!!

POSTS

1

[Image: Candid of Sero taken from the side; slightly blurry, low angle as if the photographer was trying to be discreet as they took it. He’s wearing an orange hoodie with black stripes. He’s grinning at someone in front of him and he holds a bitten meat pie in one hand. In the background, there are barely visible bowling lanes.]

Caption: the first time i thought to myself “maybe seros actually cute and i actually like him in a like like way” if that make sense lol. maybe there were other times but this was the earliest memory i could think of. this was after that laser tag game we all played and you did your whole dramatic self sacrificing for me (lol quickest way to my heart - take a laser tag shot for me). 

2

[Image: Image of the city taken from inside a bus. Half the image is of the seats of the bus whilst the other half are buildings of the city. A few people are in the shot, but they’re faces are unrecognisable.]

Caption: first time I realised I was in loveeee (i love youu) how cheesy amirite. its a bus because i realised it when we were going back to ua together after a field trip and idk i just had this light bulb moment ok ugh this is too cheesy were done here ily but im cringing too hard at the cheesinesssss (two posts in and im already dying but im pushing thru!!!!)

3

[Image: 2 puppies being held by someone who is clearly Sero by the look of the arms and his orange black striped hoodie. One puppy in each arm; a white pit bull and a brown one.]

Caption: our not-so-official first date?? idk if you’d call it that but like......we were alone together so idk??? u know i was going to actually confess today but the dogs were so cute they distracted me!! so i forgot lol!!! (theyre only sliiiiiightly cuter than u dw dw!!! 🤣)

4

[Image: Sero’s silhouette inside a movie theater. He’s facing the camera but it’s too dark to see much other than the shadows of his face and the glint of his white teeth in his grin. In the far left of the photo, the Lego Movie is playing.]

Caption: our official first date (tho i guess it was kinda rushed??? considering i literally told u i liked u like an hour earlier lmao but i wouldnt have it any other way ❤️)

5

[Image: Ashido’s room, taken from the doorway. The bed is unmade; the curtains are drawn back to let the sunlight in; the desk is a mess of school books and loose sheets. Ashido’s arms are outstretched in front of the camera; she’s forming a heart with her hands.]

Caption: place we had our first kiss!!! (tho we failed like five times and kept laughing!! the movies are wayyyy too serious - they make it seem like ur not allowed to laugh!! our kisses are so much better😘)

6

[Image: Pathway leading up into a park where cherry blossom trees frame the edges. There are a few passerbys and one dog, legs a blur, running through the image.]

Caption: place i asked you to be my boyfriend because SOMEONE STILL had this WEIRD idea that?? i??? didnt?? like?? them? EVEN AFTER?? LIKE FIVE DATES?? AND FIVE KISSES???

7

[Image: UA Heights Alliance common room. Looking through the windows, it’s night and there’s no one in there but there’s food wrappers strewn across the coffee table and the floor.]

Caption: place you said your first i love you (ok i suppose i shouldnt be salty about the boyfriend asking thing because first ilys are such a milestone!!!! ps. im still sorry i panicked when u said it lmao i love how we laugh about it but i know from sources coughbakuyellingthat1tapeboiwasstressingashell that you almost cried ilyyyyyyyy ❤️❤️❤️)

8

[Image: Close up focus of Sero’s lit up face. He’s giving a close-eyed smile to someone slightly to the left of the camera. Just making it in the frame is a slice of bright blond hair. The background is blurred but it is clearly of a busy beach; the sky is blue and there’s not a cloud in sight. There are two figures, one shirtless with red hair and one wearing a wetsuit cut off at the lower thigh with what might be black or dark purple hair in the water in the far background.]

Caption: when i said my first i love you (i love you toos and i love yous on phones dont count!!! and also u are sooooooo cute in this photo!!! not that ur not always cute ofc 😋)

9

[Image: Text screenshot. (Sent) Ashido: IM SO MAD AT U SERO HANTA ANSWER MEEE (Receiving) Sero: NEVER U TRAITOR (Sent) Ashido: UR THE TRAITOR!!!!]

Caption: first fight :( one of the saddest chapters of my life i hope we never do that again ❤️

10

[Image: Rice with natto on top, chopsticks on the side. The dish is on top of pink, patterned napkins.]

Caption: first (of many!!!!!!!!) anniversaries (see??? taking pics of food is VERY important!! and u dared to make fun of my ‘attempts at being aesthetics’!!)

11

[Image 1: Necklace in shape of a crown with engraving of words “Alien Queen”.  Image 2: Necklace is flipped over with engraving of words “Ashido Mina”.]

Caption: first (of many!!!!!!!!!!) anniversary presents (I LOVE IT SO MUCH WHY R U SO NICEEEEEEE ITS SO CUTE IM WEARING IT EVERYDAY ILY)

12

[Image: From the side, Sero smiling softly, looking up at a beautiful orange sky to match his brighter orange hoodie. His eyes are wide but he’s happy. Behind are a few trees.]

Caption: I love youuuuuuuuuuuu sero hantaaaaaaaaaa and dont you forget it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *spam of heart emojis* (also u r seriously wearing the same hoodie in like five of these pics w h y)

TEXT to your queen 💕

im actualy cryin can i call u

TEXT from your queen 💕

oof  [Image: google search bar “how to comfort crying boyfriend”.] ofc u can!!

CALL TRANSCRIPT:

Sero: How long have you been planning this? I love you so muchhhhhhhh. I’m crying, can you hear my tears? How did you do it? Did you go to every place or were you planning this from the beginning?

Ashido: *laughter* You can’t hear tears dummy. And you’re not meant to cry! Its meant to be a happy thing! *more laughter*

Sero: ...Glad to know your happy about my pain. ...Its amazing I have literally no words Ashido. I love it-I love you and I love us. Thank you so much.

Ashido: Awww don’t make me blush. It was nothing!

Sero: What do you mean NOTHING? Don’t insult yourself Ashido Mina this is...I don’t know-EVERYTHING!

Ashido: Okay that’s true. I’m awesome.

Sero: I’m going to treasure this forever. You’ll never delete this account right?

Ashido: *giggling* Course not!

Sero: It’s too amazing. Seriously, and I gave you the most cliche relationship present ever.

Ashido: Eesh don’t worry! I love my present! Besides it was the final piece for the account!

Sero: If you say so. You know, I don’t think a meme war counts as a fight...in a relationship...

Ashido: Of course it does! I was soooo angry at you. How could you side with Kirishima?! It was so frustrsting! You wouldn’t BELIEVE!

Sero: ...Trust me I believe. *muffled* Especially after you taped me to the ceiling.

Ashido: What was that?

Sero: Nothing! Also how’d you take the pic of your room with your arms in front of you? Is it...*whispers loudly* sorcery?

Ashido: *giggling* You got it. I have a second quirk that I-...I kept secret. Yup. But I’m telling you because you’re my boyfriend and all.

Sero: And I will totally believe you, because you’re my girlfriend, and all. Hey, I know you need your beauty sleep but can I come over--

Ashido: Yes!

Sero: --tomorrow--wait, what?

Ashido: Oh. Well-

Sero: *muffled snort* Someone’s desperate.

Ashido: *huff* Shhh! You can come over anytime!

Sero: Would you really not mind if I came over now? At like...*shuffling* eleven?

Ashido: Is that even a question? If you come over now, I can add it to the journal!

Sero: The journal?

Ashido: The account Sero!

Sero: Okay...Why? It’s not the first time I’ve been to your house. Firsts was the theme right?

Ashido: Yep! And I can make it ‘First night spent together’ wink wink.

Sero: …*muffled laugh* Whatever floats your boat.

Ashido: But you’re getting a cab here right? You better not walk out this late at night!

Sero: I mean, we’re both training to be heroes if we can’t walk out at night then what could we do--

Ashido: Sero you butt!

Sero: --but yes I’m getting a cab.

Ashido: Good! You better stay on the phone the whole time too!

Sero: Of course. I love you Ashido Mina.

Ashido: And I love you Sero Hanta! ...Wait are you still wearing that orange hoodie?

Sero: ...*distant mumbles* Why do you hate my beloved hoodie so much?

Ashido: *equally distant mumbles* If you wear it one more time the photos will think you have one hoodie.

Sero: What would you say if I said yes?

Ashido: I’d say we’ve got our next date planned and you can guess what it is.

Sero: ...I mean, I wouldn’t say no to any time with you anyway?

Ashido: Pfft, stop being cute. Just-alright, whatever. Tomorrow? At whatever time we wake up I guess?

Sero: It’s a date.

A/N: completely forgot that they live in the same building so pretend it’s holidays or something 🤷 buuuut i hope you enjoyed this was harder than expected so im rlly sorry if they seem ooc 😳!! Thanks for reading!!

[jungkoog]

@je0n @gooddaybybts ANN IS ANOTHER JUNE ‘96 !!!! this is so cute, I love this. 

also hannah poutypjm tagged us all in the post of jjk right next to eachother lmao.... just a small tidbit i noticed 

Karen your reply made me laugh, ngl this is why Im so skeptical about zodiacs tho tbh cause i’ve never had issues with taurus or cancers. Then again I don’t rly know anyone who is a taurus and really only two cancers

I’ve realistically never had consistent experiences with ppl based on sun signs lmao. Like every person that I know of the same sign is very different, but maybe I’m just not looking in the right places... by that I mean like traits and how to decipher them. Especially since I've never had a wide variety of sun signs around me in my life.... it’s mostly dominated by scorpios with a side of virgos and geminis lmao. Apparently Leo and Libra and Aquarius are the most compatible for geminis? But the only Aquariuses in my life are family, no leos as far as I know and Libras i’ve had a couple strong friendships with but were hindered for reasons unrelated entirely.

to be perfectly honest, and this is purely from a perspective where I would consider zodiac as defining of a person(by which I mean if I were only looking at the signs for answers which is never, quite frankly), virgos are the only sign I’ve ever had an issue with. That’s not to say I haven’t had issues with ppl of other signs, that’s not the case at all in fact the people that have hurt me the most are of all different signs. but i’ve had more problematic virgos in my life than unproblematic....and again and again virgos clash with me, whether it be strained or just no spark whatsoever. which is consistent with a lot of sources on sun signs. again tho TBH i personally believe it’s coincidence.... but its still somehow satisfying to consider the possibility of it being sort of... predestined?

Realistically I probably have met many unproblematic virgos but i’ve had TOO many negative outcomes with them to not be a lil salty about it lmao. BUT then again with the description of virgos that i’ve read, it doesn’t really fit those people, so it must be unrelated.(except there’s also the possibility that it’s because the signs are described almost always in a positive light and I’m looking with a negative one) BUT IM WILLING TO LOOK PAST IT ALL BECAUSE JEONGGUK IS A VIRGO AND SUDDENLY I LOVE VIRGOS WOW..... (me when I first got into bts)

I’m so fickle though, if something doesn’t add up then I’m back to feeling that it’s bs but if something does fit then i’m like omg wOW THIS IS SO TRU WOW HOW ACCURATE. i also dislike those horoscope posts ppl make that are bordering on like.... mental health related? like.. what makes the signs upset or what do the signs worry about idk just anything of that topic cause I'm reading them and I'm like.... yeah ok so I'm literally every sign apparently lmao. I know those posts are pointless for me but it’s still kinda annoying, I feel like my issues are being invalidated which is SUPER dumb

Aries are supposed to be super compatible too.... but I’ve never had the opportunity to have a friendship with an aries but when I meet aries I like them right away, my mom’s an aries (doesn’t rly count in this instance but we are very close), my friend’s boyfriend is an aries, etc.

The most frequent, strongest, and memorable friendships for me have been with scorpios. Geminis I’ve met irl I’ve found to be open-minded but yet still uncaring of issues not within their own realm. My longest running relationships with people have been cancers, and scorpios tho. With scorpios they’re generally really strong and then they fizzle out and then that repeats, with cancers it’s a steady distant friendship, you’re not that close but you’ve liked eachother’s company type of thing.

Gemini and sagittarius are apparently opposites and is supposed to result in like SUPER passionate relationships (of any kind) it’s generally like... if it works it REALLY works and if it doesn’t it REALLY doesn’t. I think it could also be both at the same time, like it could start off as super compatible and then if something goes wrong suddenly everything clashes. Which is interesting because the only person irl that I have ever felt genuine and incredibly passionate romantic feelings for was a sag and it started out amazing and suddenly was a nightmare.

I’m curious to know what your experiences with the signs are.....??Like who would you say your closest friends are. what the most memorable signs are in your lives??

Anyway....

me: “i don't really believe in zodiacs anyway”

also me: *writes an entire novel about my experiences with the signs*

P.S. (if you made it this far) @Karen, Ann and I just discovered that we’re both born on june 13th, so we’re curious to know what your exact bday is?

P.S.S. Do you guys have KKT? and if yes, do you wanna exchange IDs?

[crisis-queer-blog]

Annoying Ass Tagging Game~also questions

I was tagged by the lovely @returnofthemackles ! If you’re not already following her, do so now she’s gr8 with an 8

Rules: Answer all of the questions then add one of your own. Tag as many people as there are questions.

1.) Coke or Pepsi? definitely pepsi

2.) Disney or DreamWorks? aaaaaa i don’t know where my loyalties lie anymore after the whole making le foo gay shit i didn’t appreciate that >:((

3.) Coffee or tea? TEAAAAA

4.) Books or movies? obviously books

5.) Windows or Mac? Windows (down with mac!!!)

6.) DC or Marvel? I love them both eeek :( but if i’d have to choose then probably DC

7.) Xbox or PlayStation? PlayStation all day every day (but don’t actually ask me anything about it mine broke like ten years ago)

8.) Dragon Age or Mass Effect? mASS DRAGON EFFECT AGE (can you tell i have no idea what either is)

9.) Night owl or early riser? Aspiring early riser but for now i value my staying-up-til-6-am shit card

10.) Cards or chess? cards, i guess

11.) Chocolate or vanilla? chocolate? i dunno depends on the day

12.) Vans or Converse? converse probably?? what’s more gay is the question

13.) Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar? ... yes?

14.) Fluff or angst? fluff, goodness knows i have enough angst in my life to fuel a car engine and a trip to the moon

15.) Beach or forest? forest : )

16.) Dogs or cats? aaaaaaa cats? dogs? kITTENS BROUGHT UP BY DOGGOS THAT’S MY FINAL ANSWER

17.) Clear skies or rain? clear skies rain bums me out ;n;

18.) Cooking or eating out? *pushes aside dirty thoughts* probably cooking i guess

19.) Spicy or mild food? bRING ON THE FIRES OF HELL

20.) Halloween or Christmas? halloween always (i dont celebrate christmas gg)

21.) Would you forever be a little too cold or a little too hot? i hate sweating and i already live in canada so im used to the cold ~after all the cold never bothered me anywa- MOVING ON

22.) If you could have a superpower what would it be? making people forget things? that would be so useful my gosh. either that or some piper mclean charmspeak how bout dah

23.) Animation or live action? i enjoy animation bc pretty pictures and live action makes me feel old i dunno

24.) Paragon or Renegade? i won’t pretend to know what this is trying to ask. pass

25.) Bath or shower? all the bath stoppers in my house are broken so baths are basically a luxury gg (i honestly don’t know why we don’t just fix it we’re so lazy)

26.) Team Cap or Team Iron Man? Team Thor<-im going to have to agree

27.) Fantasy or Sci-fi? bRING ON DEM GAY WITCHES AND UNICORNS . also sci fi is hard to keep up with

28.) Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they?

I have a couple:

“They probably cheated!”

“No, your mother cheated - that’s why you look like a plumber.”

-Ender’s Game (the movie)

“You shouldn’t be sad because sad spelled backwards is das, and das not good.”

-probably from tumblr idk

“I could agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

-also not sure of the source

“Small minds discuss people, average minds discuss events, great minds discuss ideas.”

- Eleanor Roosevelt

29.) YouTube or Netflix? youtube probably netflix doesn’t have a delete history option .. i mean what

30.) Harry Potter or Percy Jackson? PERCY JACKSON WOOO

31.) When do you feel accomplished? when i’m complimented on something i’ve worked hard on

32.) Star Wars or Star Trek? star trek i guess?

33.) Paperback books or hardcover? hardcover definitely

34.) Fantastic Beasts or Cursed Child? haven’t really fangirl’d about either but i fantasic beasts at least i watched the movie

35.) Rock or pop? hEAVY METAL

36.) What is the most important thing in your life? yeah im agreeing again i love my family

37.) Mountains or sea/ocean? oceans! but mountains are pretty to look at

38.) How do you express yourself? drawing, writing, tumblr- there’s more but those are my mains

39.) What’s the first book/film that really counted to you? The entire Darren Shan saga i still have tears

40.) What’s your element (air, water, etc.)? water ^u^

41.) If you could travel anywhere where would you go? i don’t heccin know? some place where the people are friendly and it’s not too hot or too cold but more cold than hot I DONT HECCIN KNOW

42.) If you had any job in the world what would it be? an animator or something in the arts field

43.) If you were granted three wishes what would it be? 1. CONFIDENCE! 2. THAT PEOPLE WOULD JUST HECCIN GET ALONG- world peace! 3. i don’t know acceptance?

44.) If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life what would it be? sushi? at least there’s variety

45.) What’s currently the most pressing issue on your mind, and what’s stopping you from fixing it? *takes out long ass scroll* *proceeds to burn scroll*

but seriously that would probably be coming out on a full scale and undiagnosed bad days. my family’s homophobic and also hate accepting mental illness or legitimizing it so that’s not a very great start gg

46.) What is your dream companion animal? aLL THE ANIMALS

47.) Raptors or songbirds? songbirdies

48.) Do you think there is life on other planets in the universe? yeah tbh, but none of that ET shit. or maybe idk i dont care enough

49.) If you knew you were going to die in 24 hours, what are some things that you’d do? purchase all the pride flags and run through the streets professing my love for ladies in song form until i die

50.) Is there a song/piece that makes you emotional every time you hear it? right now that’s gotta be hamilton im reduced to a sobbing mess

51.) What is the one thing you never regret doing? coming out to my smol group of frands and also getting tumblr whaaat 

52.) Who is your favorite character and why? AHHH WE’VE BEEN OVER THIS I LOVE ALL MY BABIES SHUT YOUR FACES

53.) Do you have any weird talents?

I do a gr8 chicken impression but no one really cares too much after the first time- im also an olympic level time-waster fite me

My own question:

54.) Do you have a celebrity crush/crushes? If so, who?

oh no it’s tagging time...

alright here goes (in no particular order)-

@relatabletoaster @yooooooooooooooooooooooo @mikealex01-lovestruck-gay-teen @stankbouquet @ask-will-solace @magicmoon65 @sadmothnb @johnkeepsherlockright @panky-peww @just-a-tad-gay @novocainehowell @ray-of-me @yaslikeyas @powertothelocalcoconut @306-pound-manko @trans-gal-link @amo-not-ammo @n-bi-nary @sunfluwur @whyistheworldlikethis @apeskyhedgehog @blue-cold @genderqueernat @deglacial @soldmysoultocinema @lanileia @bun-squash @pluto-will-rise-again @that-gay-slytherin @toothfairy-killer @peninchatlorah  @gay--flowerchild @jirachi-potato @lemonboops @quichekolgate @command3r-3arp @sing-a-song-but-dont-believe @lilstrawberrymoon @1029384756-faced-person @lunaemc @lesbeansqueen 

im ending it there (31, i tried so hard) feel free to do it anyway if i forgot you