#im just tagging any zombie thing i can think of

[the-hopeless-fanboy]

I've been watching a lot of zombie movies lately and I have my own thoughts

reblog for larger poll size plz

[coridallasmultipass]

I've been screaming about this for 11 years, thank you.

sorry i love homosexuals

[jiyansthesis]

LEON KENNEDY (post-re4) x reader

summary — you and leon never thought what would lead to the two of you fucking would be a surprise zombie and an aphrodisiac

note — a little something i had in the drafts for a while. i was gonna post it when re4make came out but i totally forgot. might as well post it while im getting traction on my other leon post ^^

tags — smut, aphrodisiac, basically in public, rough, overstimulation, fem bodied reader, fem implied pet names

i am not responsible for any minors that interact + nsfw below the cut

not proofread

"we're gonna get our asses kicked," you groaned, focusing on the scope of your gun which you used to survey your surroundings.

"no, you're gonna get your ass kicked. i can hold my own," leon shot back, trailing ahead of you.

there was a red wash over the two of you as you ran down the hallway, attempting to look for some vials before they get destroyed by the zombies lurking around.

"you don't happen to know where these serums are, do you?" you questioned, a zombie coming out the shadows only for you to quickly aim and fire your gun at its head, it immediately flying backwards to land lifelessly on the floor. "this is like some bad game of whack-a-mole. except without the hammer. and the moles are zombies. and we could possibly die. i'm getting tired of it."

"do you ever stop talking?" he opened a door, revealing a room with cabinets of liquids and something that looked like a chamber with a glass window.

"adding a bit of fun into this mission, leon. i can't just walk around shooting zombies and not have something to say."

he grunted, and went over to the cabinets, grabbing a container of blue liquid.

"this is it. i'll get all of these, you keep watch." you nodded in acknowledgement, considering the fact that leon was your superior.

you peered out the hallway you had come from, saw that it was clear, and shut the door, locking it.

then you decided to go into the connecting room, just in case something was in there.

the red emergency light was still messing with your eyes, and so you turned on your flashlight, scanning the room.

there were more bottles of substances. but it didn't look like the blue ones leon was getting. these ones were a reddish-pink, and had a certain glow to them. you stepped closer to it to examine it, but you swung around as soon as you heard a growl. you unsheathed the dagger around your waist.

the blade lodged in the zombie's throat, your reaction time saving you as usual. it crumpled over, but bumped into the display, causing the cases to break.

you thought it was a liquid, but it was like you could see the cloud of fumes rise from the broken vials. quickly you put a hand over your mouth and nose and ran out the room, but not before you caught a whiff of the strangely sweet, almost sugary flower smell.

you shut the heavy doors behind you, and let out a gasp of air. leon looked towards you, hurrying over as you fell to your knees.

"hey, you alright? what happened?" he held onto your arms, lifting you up and placing you in an office chair.

"th-there was a zombie. i killed it and it. . . it bumped into these flasks of pink stuff." your hands went to wrap around your stomach, a cramp suddenly appearing.

"pink stuff?" he asked

"yeah," you grimaced with pain. "there was this thing that came out of the broken tubes. it was like a gas or something."

"and how are you feeling right now?"

you felt immensely uncomfortable. there was a cramp in your lower abdomen and it felt like something was dripping out of you. your legs squirmed, not liking the feeling of your wet panties.

"i can-can't explain it." you stammered out. you think you know what were in those things, but you didn't want to make it awkward for you and leon. of course, you've known him since raccoon city, and congratulated him when he came back with the president's daughter. but you knew damn well you guys weren't this close.

even if you desperately wished you were.

"it hurts there?" he gestured to your hand over your abdomen, you nodded.

"it might've been something toxic." he glanced around the room at all the computers, lucky enough to find one that was unlocked.

you heard him type away as you shut your eyes. the pain was becoming excruciating, and you didn't know why you felt your crotch throbbing.

not only that, but your thoughts were bunching up, and you couldn't think straight. what were you here for again?

"hey, i think i know what it is." you felt him nudge you. "but you might not like it."

"i think i know what it is too. doesn't take much thinking to find out." you winced as you shifted in your seat.

he raised an eyebrow. "you know?"

"it's obviously an aphrodisiac. there's no other explanation." you slurred out.

"well, it's not a normal one. normal ones wear off with time, but this one. . . you need something for it to wear off. or you might die."

"die!?" you exclaimed, ignoring the pain of you suddenly standing upright. this definitely cleared your mind. "for fucks sake, leon. i didn't want to die from a fucking drug today!"

he let out a breath of air. "it's easily fixable. but i need you to trust me." his voice got a bit more husky.

"i always trust you, leon." you assured him. he hesitated, and slowly lowered you back down on the seat.

his fingers ghosted over the waistband of your tactical pants. "may i?" he looked up to you. never in a million years would you have thought you'd have leon kennedy under you.

you could already tell what had to be done for you to get rid of this feeling, and you gave him the okay. well, at least you get to have one of your fantasies out the way while also avoiding death from aphrodisiac.

he pulled down your pants, quickly followed by your underwear.

"didn't think to tell me about what was happening down here?" he smirked. "you're so wet."

you whined at the cold air, and urged him to hurry up and stop teasing you.

he followed your request, and instead of inching in his fingers like you'd expected, he immediately latched onto your dripping cunt, and you arched your back.

"leon, fuck!" you moaned out, a hand immediately going to grab a handful of his hair.

he hummed in amusement, leading you to clench your thighs around his head. leon quickly moved his hands to grab your plush thighs and spread them apart, locking them in place no matter how hard you tried to escape it.

it was like he wasn't even thinking about the aphrodisiac. it was all for his and your pleasure, rather than as an extremely awkward and embarrassing task that had to be done. or he was just too good at the job at hand.

every stroke of his tongue had your legs shaking, and you pulled at his hair every time he sucked on your clit too hard. it felt like a few minutes before you felt the buildup of something in your stomach, quickly overshadowing the pain you had previously felt.

"leon, m' gonna-"

his hands left your legs and went straight to your pussy. "make a mess for me, baby," he said as your hips bucked up violently and you let out what was almost a scream.

you panted, and you thought that at this point you'd be satisfied, the pain would be gone, and the two of you could put this all behind you and go on your merry way.

but you were wrong. it was like it got even worse.

your thoughts were scrambled, and all you could think about was the bulge in his pants. and it definitely wasn't his gun.

"why'd you have to do. . . all that?" you stammered out. you also realized he called you baby. your cheeks became even hotter.

"can't get my gloves dirty. and i wanted a taste." he winked. "are you feeling better?"

you shook your head, involuntarily grinding against the seat. maybe if you imagined it was his thigh. . . you wouldn't have to ask him to fuck you senseless. you were already shameless enough, with the fact he had just finished eating you out like his final supper, and the effects of the aphrodisiac were not helping.

just the sound of his voice and his smell was enough to send you into a frenzy.

"do you need some more help?" he began unbuckling his pants.

"yes, need mo' help," you whined. you never thought what would get you into leon s. kennedy's pants would have to be a mystery sex drug in a science lab. if you knew, maybe you would've done this way beforehand.

you almost drooled at how big he was. you would've put your lips right around him at that moment, but he was already lining himself up with you entrance.

"you ready, princess?"

"jus' hurry up," you moved your hips closer to him, sliding the tip inside which caused you to whimper. deciding not to let you suffer any longer, he slammed the rest of his throbbing cock inside of you. with every thrust he did, you were a whining, blabbering mess.

"does that feel good?" he whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. you could tell that the effects of the drug were making you more sensitive.

"s' good leon," you threw your arms around his neck and brought him down for a kiss, which he quickly reciprocated. he was biting on your lips, his tongue occasionally slipping through your lips.

"i fucking love the sounds you make," he got out once the two of you broke away for air. it was like he was feral and had the aphrodisiac himself, pounding into you without giving you time to breathe.

"fuck, leon, don't stop," you could feel tears streaming down your face as your mouth gaped wide open to let out all your noises.

no doubt you were attracting monsters, but that didn't matter when you had this hot man you've been pinning for for years making you dumb on his cock.

he admired the way he had you already clawing for whatever you could grab a hold on, which was his back, and the look that you gave him.

he'd wanted to fuck you for so long, although that developed from him falling in love after the events in raccoon city. you'd kept him sane, believe it or not.

thank god he had this reason to finally have you under him.

"you gonna cum for me, yeah?" he began relentlessly hitting your g-spot, which had you screaming. he left open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

you didn't answer. or well, you couldn't with how he practically fucked the breath out of you.

not receiving an answer, he quickly took you out the chair and placed you on top of the table. you whined as he pulled out, but were quickly shut up by him thrusting inside of you again.

and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, the new angle caused him to almost brush up against your cervix. his hand made its way to your tummy and pressed down on the slight bump, making your hands fly up to cover your mouth.

"hey, pretty girl. i want to hear everything." he persuaded you to place your hands to stabilize yourself on the office desk.

"i-mm, i think i'm gonna make a mess," you warned.

"you gonna come for me? good girl," he praised, and with those words he hungrily pressed his lips to yours, devouring your sounds of ecstasy as you convulsed with your climax.

you started feeling overstimulated, the pain and sensitivity mixing in with the pleasure.

"le-leon, jus' cum in me," you pleaded, feeling your third climax coming already. maybe it was because you were practically intoxicated, or it was because you haven't had sex in so long, but you were almost self-conscious about how short of a time it took for you to cum.

"yeah? you want me to fill you up baby? do i make you feel too good?" a pool of your cum was pooling on the desk.

"yes! wan' you to, wan' you to," you trailed off as he grunted and let out a few soft, low moans, and you felt a warmth seep inside of you.

slowly he pulled out, which still had you twitch, and he looked almost apologetic about that. he searched the place for something to clean you up with, before ripping a piece off an abandoned lab coat, and slowly wiping you up with it. the table on the other hand, required the whole coat to wipe up.

he helped you put your pants back on as you regained and put your thoughts back in order.

"holy shit, we're at least twenty minutes late from meeting up at the extraction point," you checked the watch on your wrist. the two of you scurry to grab all your things as well as what you came here for, and went on your out the building. leon then called chris, who was pissed about the time delay.

as you left, it was strangely silent, as if the two of you had scared the monsters away rather than attract them.

"never thought that'd ever happen," you admitted as the two of you made it outside and to the rendezvous.

"never thought i'd fuck you during a mission in the middle of nowhere." he agreed. "how about dinner later, pretty girl?"

"isn't it a bit late for that?"

"it's never too late to take a lady like you on a fancy date. you deserve it." he shouted as the wind from a helicopter overtook your hearing.

"hmm, i'll think about it!" you grinned, saluting. "nice work out there."

"if that was my real job, i'd be doing it all the time."

[viceroywrites]

deja vu - part 5 (stan route)

planning out your road trip through the pacific northwest, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the town of gravity falls.

little did you know that this town held more memories than you could have possibly imagined.

too bad you didn't remember any of them.

stan x fem!reader / ford x fem!reader

choose your own adventure / contains fluff and angst (w/ happy ending)

part four | part five (ford route)

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Stan was having a hard time falling asleep in the hammock, tossing and turning but this flimsy piece of knit fabric did not have enough support for him to get into a comfortable position. Just as he had turned to face the tents, he watched in surprise to see you slipping out of the tent in a panic, running straight for the lake.

Somehow, he was able to untangle himself out of the hammock and made his way over to you as you sat in front of the lake. His warm hand reached out to touch your shoulder, shaking it softly.

“Are you okay?”

The touch startles you, causing you to grab a nearby branch and hold it over your head as you whip around to see who was behind you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, put the branch down! It’s just me!” The gruff voice said defensively, his hands reaching up to shield his face.

Your eyes register who’s in front of you.

Stan.

You drop the branch, dusting off your hands on your pants before apologizing, “Sorry, Stan. I thought you were-” Your explanation dies in your throat as you still don’t know who you were afraid of.

Was it Ford?

Was it… Bill?

Who was Bill?

Stan stood there with his hands on his hips, eyebrows raised as he waited for your response, “Who’d you think I was? Bigfoot, a zombie?” He pauses before explaining, “You know zombies are actually real? Found that out last summer.”

You can’t help but let out a soft laugh at Stan’s suggestions, “I did not know that, I’ll keep that in mind and study all the zombie apocalypse movies I can.” You stare at the ground before admitting, “I.. had another nightmare. Ford was in it.”

“Ford? What did you two get into a fight or something?” Stan asked in confusion. He knew his brother could be a bit of a know-it-all and had his own stubborn streak, which led him to act like a prick when defending himself, but what possibly could have happened between you and his brother to cause a nightmare.

“Sort of… he wasn’t acting like himself at all. Like he was possessed?” You muttered, trying to make sense of it yourself. “His eyes were almost cat-like… and they were vibrant yellow. He was warning me… to stay away from him.” Your hand reached up to grasp your necklace, glancing down at the sunstone that was pressed against your neck in the dream, “He tried choking me.”

You look up to see Stan standing there rigid. You were used to Stan being so lighthearted and loose that it was almost jarring to see him so tense. “I-I’m sure it wasn’t actually a memory… maybe it was just a nightmare.” You try to backtrack, wondering if you might have upset him by accusing his brother of doing such a thing.

“Y/N… did Ford call himself Bill in your dream?” Stan asks.

“... Yes.”

“Jeez, how do I even begin to explain this one? You know what, maybe we should wake up Ford, he can explain this better.” Stan begins to make his way towards the tent before feeling a tug on his wrist.

He turns around to see you staring up at him, your eyes giving him a silent plea as your grip around his wrist tightens, “Stan, please… don’t wake up, Ford. That’s why… I ran out here. I just couldn’t be near him after having the thought of his hand around my throat fresh in my mind and I just feel like I can’t… right now.”

Stan stares at you, a conflicted look on his face. On one hand, Ford should be the one explaining all these things to you - he’s the one who experienced them with you and Stan’s memory was still recovering. On the other hand, he understood your distress and confusion, being bombarded with uncomfortable memories and emotions that you didn’t know the context to.

“Fine..” Stan sighs, “Let’s take a walk, it’s gonna be another long night.”

-

Stan and you ended up hiking down a trail that led to an overlook, flashlights in hand. You both take a seat on the rock on the edge of the overlook that gives you a perfect view of the lake and your campsite below.

There Stan unloaded as much as he knew about Bill, describing him as a “a con man but one that was an interdimensional being with powers that allowed him to take control of the minds of whoever made a deal with him.”

“Pretty much Ford made a deal with him back in the 80s to help him build that portal… Ford didn’t know that he made a bad deal, thought he had a partner but in reality, Bill had conned him. That portal, I guess, connected our world with Bill’s… which wasn’t a good thing.” Stan explained in a disjointed fashion.

“But… didn’t you open that portal back up trying to get Ford back?” You ask, remembering Stan’s story from earlier in the evening.

“I did… which caused a riff I guess. I dunno, Ford explained all this technical mumbo jumbo but pretty much it led to a mini-apocalypse this last summer in Gravity Falls. Bill was going to take over the world as we knew it, we were doomed.” Stan glazed over the scientific pieces of the story, the memories from Weirdmageddon still blurry despite the kids and Ford taking the time to map out the story to him a few times.

You stare back at Stan blankly before asking, “You’re seriously not pulling my leg, right? Like this isn’t some elaborate scheme between you and Ford to prank me?”

“I wish I was but I swear I’m not..” Stan empathizes, having been in the same spot you were in just last summer, staring at the kids and Ford in confusion as they tried to explain the past to him, “Besides, I could come up with a far better and more believable story if I wanted to prank ya.”

“Well, clearly, you’re all here… what happened?” You ask, having to suspend your disbelief for the moment to understand how the Pines family and the town of Gravity Falls came out of a supposed apocalypse unscathed.

“That’s where I can’t give many details, toots. My memories from... what did Ford call it… Weirdmageddon... haven’t come back fully. But Bill’s gone… apparently, Ford and I switched places to trick Bill, and I made a deal with Bill, letting him enter my mind. Ford used the memory erasing gun to take out Bill but he had to erase my memories in the process. All of ‘em.” Stan trails off, waiting for your reaction.

“So Bill can go into peoples’ minds?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m assuming when he enters your mind, he could also potentially possess you, right? Take control of your body?”

“Never happened to me, but apparently Bill took over Ford’s body at one point.”

You sit there in silence for a solid minute, mulling over all this information. Your hands run through your hair in exasperation and you can’t help but let out a groan, “God, I need a drink.”

Suddenly, you hear a popping sound and a beer bottle is thrust in front of your face, causing you to look over at Stan who holds it out, the cap already popped off with the makeshift ingenuity of using his keys. You look up at him in surprise and can’t help but chuckle, “Wow, you came prepared.”

“Almost downed a whole bottle of whisky when Ford told me about why we stopped talking for all those years. Figured you might need a drink too.” Stan admitted, pulling out a bottle of his own out of the backpack.

You take a swig, chugging down the amber liquid before wiping the corner of your mouth, “As reassuring as it is to know that Ford himself didn’t try and choke me, it’s kind of worse to think that he let an interdimensional being take over him. Guess Bill really won him over.” You chuckle bitterly.

“That’s the part that I don’t get.” Stan scoffs, taking a drink himself as he looks out at the picturesque view before you. “I would get my brother falling for Bill’s whole schtick if he was alone by himself in Gravity Falls. Hell, I’ve gotten a little nutty living out here all these years.”

“But he wasn’t alone. He had you.” Stan turns to look back at you. 

“Maybe… I wasn’t enough.” You mutter, placing the beer down on the ground and stuffing your hands into your pockets. “Maybe I didn’t validate Ford’s efforts enough. Maybe I did just get in the way of him accomplishing his dreams.” The old insecurities that you weren’t even aware of days prior began to seep into your system. 

Tears threaten to spill out of your tear ducts, your vision getting blurry.

So this is what Stan meant by all those uncomfortable feelings coming back to you.

A warm hand envelops your knee, squeezing it firmly. You look up to see Stan staring at you with a stern look on his face through your tear-soaked vision, “Hey, none of that, sweetheart. Blaming yourself isn’t gonna do ya any good, trust me.”

“Listen, I know I’ve barely known you for like a few days, and I’m naturally distrusting towards most people, but seeing how great you are with the kids and how you even stayed to give Ford the benefit of the doubt tells me you’ve got a good heart.” Stan adds on, reaching up to wipe the stray tear that falls onto your cheek. 

“I wasn’t around during you and Ford’s relationship but I know you did the best you could.” Stan reassures you, “You’re a catch. I don’t even know how Ford got you in the first place. No offense to my brother, he’s a genius but he was an awkward mess with girls.” Stan chuckles.

You sniffle, a soft smile spreading across your features at Stan’s joke, “Not sure, that memory hasn’t come back yet. How bad could it have been though?”

“My guess is terrible, I watched a girl throw punch on Ford at our high school prom. Turns out he told the girl that her irises were interesting.” Stan recounts, “He had the right idea, I think he meant to say she had pretty eyes.”

Yours and Stan’s shared laughter echoes through the still silence of the night. You lean down to grab the beer bottle, taking another sip. “Okay, that’s pretty bad but I’m sure you couldn’t come up with much better.” You egg Stan on, curious to see what his response would be.

“Oh really? Is that a challenge?” Stan snickers, “You’re looking at the best pick-up artist out there. I got one-liners locked and loaded.” He boasts, his chest puffing out in confidence.

“Alright then, hit me with your best one, Mr. Mystery.” You tease, looking at him expectantly.

Stan clears his throat before looking up at the night sky littered with stars and the moon shining bright, “You know it’s a beautiful view out tonight.”

You blink, your attention averting briefly to take in how the stars look even more vibrant than they did earlier in the evening after the sky had turned pitch black, “Yeah… it is.”

There’s a pause, both of you staring up at the sky in silence.

“And I’m sitting right next to it.” Stan says, the smooth turn of phrase rolling off his tongue. 

You can’t help how your heart actually skips a beat, heat creeping up your cheeks and up to yours.

“Shit, you got me… I kinda walked right into that one.” You admit defeat with a grin, throwing your hands up in surrender, “That was pretty smooth, I gotta admit."

“Told ya. No one is immune to the ol’ Stan Pines charm.” Stan grins bashfully, taking a sip from the beer bottle that he’s been nursing in his hand. 

The hours start to fly by as you two exchange stories, almost helping each other fill in the gaps of time where you both weren’t in Ford’s lives. You share stories from Ford’s early adulthood, recounting all-nighters spent in the library and the time where you and Fiddleford communicated purely through morse code via hamboning which drove Ford absolutely insane. Stan tells tales about his adventures with Ford this past year on the Stan O War II, and how Ford had helped him slowly but surely regain his memories from his childhood.

In the back of his head, Stan wonders what he’s doing and how he ended up in this predicament. A sense of guilt washes over him, knowing he may be distracting you from reconnecting with Ford. His brother had spent the whole summer patiently helping him piece together the fragments of his mind and here he is, sharing stories with his brother’s ex over a beer.

God, he even used a pick-up line on you.

The sound of your laughter cuts through his worries. 

Stan watches fondly as you throw your head back in laughter after he had shared with you the time that Ford created a robot to help him practice kissing properly.

Seeing the tears of joy forming and replacing the tears of sorrow that were previously there, maybe it wasn’t all terrible that you two were getting closer - he could at least be there to support you and add some lightness to your journey of getting your memories back. 

A tired yawn finally escapes your lips as you get up, having finished your beer, “We should probably head back and at least try to get some sleep.”

Stan follows suit, the two of you making your way back down the trail. Turning your flashlight off as you near the tents, you turn to Stan with an exhausted but gracious smile, “I honestly can’t thank you enough, Stan. You’ve really helped me out a lot these past few days, didn’t think you’d be such a sweetheart when I first met you.”

Stan’s cheeks redden, crossing his arms, “Not sure if I should be flattered or offended… but no problem. It’d be a dick move if I didn’t do all the things that I’ve offered.”

“Well, thanks for not being a dick.” Your arms make their way around Stan’s frame, hugging him tightly to show your gratitude. He finds himself slowly returning the embrace, his warm and strong arms wrapping around your frame.

Looking down, he sees you tentatively looking back at the tent and realizes that you might be reluctant to go back in and sleep next to his brother. He himself knows how hard it was when those painful memories of him and Ford’s fights came back, stuck on a boat with no other option than to be around the person that he was still pissed at. 

“Hey, you wanna sleep in the hammock tonight? I wasn’t gonna be able to sleep in it anyways, I have too many back problems to not have any back support.” Stan says gruffly, reaching behind to grab his lower back in exaggeration. 

You glance between his back and the hammock before staring up at him skeptically, “Are you positive?”

“Yeah, Ford’s used to my snoring anyways after we had to sleep in the same room the whole summer on the boat.” Stan lets go of you finally, “Get some rest, alright, toots?”

You nod, walking towards the hammock, “You too, Stan.”

Stan walks over to the tent, making sure you’re situated in the hammock that you climb into with much more ease than he did. After getting a thumbs up signal from you, he slips into the tent, seeing your sleeping bag kicked to the corner and Ford sleeping soundly, the rise and fall of his chest causing the fabric of the sleeping bag to rise.

Stan picks up the sleeping bag, grateful there was enough leg room for him to squeeze into it. He lay next to his brother, his hands folded over his chest as he stared up at the ceiling.

The last thought on his mind before the heaviness of his lids takes over is a fucked up one, but Stan can’t help but think that if he had been so lucky and met someone like you, he wouldn’t have neglected you the way Ford did back then.

-

Sunlight began to leak through the thin mesh material of the tent, stirring Ford from his slumber. Reaching up to rub his eyes, he realizes he passed out with his glasses still on, removing them briefly to remove the sleep from his eyes. As he puts on his glasses, he turns to his side, expecting to see you potentially still sleeping next to him.

To his surprise, he sees his brother, his mouth wide open as drool dribbles down his chin with his snores echoing through the small tent.

Ford stares in confusion, wondering when you and Stanley may have switched places. Maybe you had asked Stan to just sleep in the tent with Ford instead, not yet feeling comfortable to share a tent with him. 

Wanting answers, Ford gives his brother’s hairy upper arms a firm shake. Stan grumbles in his sleep but stubbornly turns to face away from Ford. Rolling his eyes, Ford shakes Stan with a bit more force and calls out, “Stanley, wake up.”

Stan raises his hand in protest, waving off his brother’s attempts to disrupt his sleep.

Stanford sighs.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Ford fishes through his backpack to pull out a water bottle that he brought and stands above his brother, unscrewing the cap and trickling the water onto Stan’s forehead.

Stan wakes up in a startle, shooting up automatically, “Mother fucker, Ford!”

Ford caps the bottle, staring down at his brother with slight amusement, “Keep it down, Stanley, the kids might hear you.”

Stan groans, reaching to pull his shirt up to attempt to dry off his face, “Why the hell did you wake me up?”

“Why are you in here? I thought you were sleeping in the hammock.” Ford asks with a straightforward tone.

Stan raises his eyebrow at his brother before rolling his eyes, “We slept on a boat together for almost half a year and suddenly sleeping next to your brother is the worst thing in the world.”

Ford pinches his nose bridge in frustration, “You know what I mean, Stan. Did Y/N sleep in the hammock last night?”

“Yeah, I offered to switch places with her.” Stan explains, slipping out of the sleeping bag as he knew there was no chance he was going to be able to sleep anyways.

“Was she uncomfortable sleeping next to me?” Ford asked, hungry for answers, “Did I end up snoring at all? I know you did say I sleep talk here and there…”

Stan hesitates.

What’s Ford’s reaction gonna be?

Is he gonna be pissed that Stan didn’t come and get him so he could explain the situation himself?

Stan took a deep breath, calming his nerves before scratching his chin awkwardly, “She had another nightmare… you were in it.”

Ford’s pupils widen in panic and he grabs his brother’s shoulders in a panic, “Well, what happened? Did she tell you? Did I say something terrible to her?” The questions tumble out of his mouth faster than Stanley can answer them. 

“Whoa, whoa, one at a time, Ford!” Stan raises his hand up. Ford’s tense posture slightly relaxes as he slows down his frantic questioning, “What did I do?”

“Bill was possessing your body. He pretty much told Y/N to stop distracting you from working on the portal… he almost choked her, Stanford… in your body.” Stan explains, unable to meet his brother’s eyes as he does so.

Ford’s body fills up with a mixture of emotions - horror, dread, anger - at the revelation.

First, Bill had been possessing his body much sooner than he had known.

Second, that he had used his body to hurt you in such a way.

“Oh god… how can I even begin to explain that to her?” Ford groans in defeat, his hands running over his face. He peers through his six digits up at his brother, “What did you tell her?”

“I pretty much explained to her that Bill was like a con-man, tricked you into a bad deal…” Stan gave an overview of what he had shared with you to his brother, “Told her Bill had the ability to take over people’s bodies once he had access to their minds. Couldn’t give her too many details past that considering I wasn’t around for it all.”

“She must be livid at me.” Ford laments.

“Eh.. mad isn’t really the right word… if that’s what livid means. She’s just confused and hurt.” Stan reassured his brother. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up to explain it to her, Stanley? It was my actions, I should have been the one to explain the situation to her.” Ford asks.

“Because she was afraid of you, Ford. The last thing she remembered before she woke up was your hand around her neck. Trust me, I wanted to go get you but she stopped me.” Stan explained, exasperation evident in his tone. 

The two didn’t realize that the volume of their voices were escalating.

Thankfully the kids were still knocked out, heavy sleepers taking advantage of their summer schedule.

Unfortunately, you could hear the two bicker faintly, waking you from your slumber.

Groaning, you run a hand through your hair, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes before slipping out to approach the tent.

“Let me go talk to her, Stanley. I need to at least tell her that I have no memory of what happened when Bill took over my body.” Ford sits up from his seat as Stan protests, “Ford, give her some time. She’s still spooked from it.”

As you’re about to open the tent, Ford does it before you. 

“Y/N…” Ford calls out.

Your eyes flick from Ford to see Stan standing behind his brother, an apologetic look etched across his features.

Stan told his brother about your nightmare.

“I’m assuming you want to talk… to discuss my latest discovery from last night.” You ask Ford, who nods, caught off guard by your directness. 

Stan watches as the two of you walk off, heading towards the lake to step away from the campsite in case Dipper and Mabel woke up.

“I’m sure you have questions for me…” Ford says carefully, gazing out at the lake. The light refracts off the water, distorting the reflection of your bodies standing before it. 

“That may be the understatement of the year. Where do I even start?” You say, a bitter tone lingering underneath your words. Ford winces at it but he can’t blame you after all.

The tension between the two of you is thick, heavy like the morning dew that coats the leaves of the trees that surround you.

Let’s start here. You think to yourself before opening your mouth to ask, “Stan told me Bill tricked you… what did he do to trick you?”

Ford hesitates to answer the question at first. He knows any discussion of Bill could open a can of worms could unravel the potential of you two getting closer. Looking into your eyes, he feels like he’s back in the 1980s - your gaze piercing and almost cold. 

He knows all too well after last summer where secrets lead. He knows he can’t even begin to repair any sense of a relationship - whether it be romantic or platonic - with you if he doesn’t tell the truth.

“He instructed me to build a portal. A portal that I thought would be the answer to my research, an opening that explained all the anomalies that existed in Gravity Falls.” Ford explained, grabbing a stick to draw out the portal in the dirt beneath your feet, “In reality, it would have caused his realm - the Nightmare Realm - and ours to collide, giving him free reign to bring chaos into our world.” 

You stare down at the drawing, the exact image of it clear from your dreams. 

That wasn’t exactly the answer you were wanting.

“I guess what I meant was… how did he get you to trust him? I mean this is an interdimensional being… and you just followed what he said? Let him into your mind?” You pressed him for answers.

Ford wants nothing more but to sink into the ground at your questions. He wondered himself how he was able to fall for Bill’s flattery so easily. He always prided himself for being a logical man and yet he mindlessly followed and listened to this being that he had barely any understanding of.

“He said he was a muse… that he hand selected a brilliant mind each century to inspire.” Ford sighed, “He… made me feel special, made me feel seen for the first time in my life. He knew my weaknesses, preyed on my insecurities.” Ford looked at you regretfully, knowing he touched a sore spot deep inside of you with his words at the way you grimaced when he said the word muse. 

You inhale sharply, trying to suppress the tears that threaten to bubble to the surface. Exhaling out, you finally meet Ford’s stare, “Did you know what he was doing with your body?”

Ford shakes his head vehemently, “I did not. I assumed that when he had free reign to my mind, he was just using it to give me knowledge. I… didn’t realize until much later the unspeakable horrors he was doing with it… I found out a few minutes ago from Stanley that he hurt you in my body and I can’t describe how sorry I am.”

You look into Ford’s eyes, pools of brown swimming with regret and sincerity. 

You remember being told that eyes were the windows to the soul.

He was telling the truth. 

You felt you had enough pieces to puzzle together the answer to your final question but had to hear it from Ford himself, “Is Bill the reason why we went our separate ways?”

Ford paused. He had an opportunity at this moment to blame everything on Bill, using his manipulation as justification for his actions. 

He couldn’t though. Not after knowing that the last words that he said to you were what caused you to let go of him for good. 

Ford had to take accountability for his part.

“Yes and no. He caused a rift between us but my words and my actions were what caused us to inevitably split apart.” Ford admitted.

You slowly nod, realizing what happened all those years ago was still much more complex than what you understood it to be.

The sound of birds chirping fill the silence between the two of you.

“I want my memories back as soon as I can. I need to fully understand everything that happened before I can make any judgments about you… about all of this.” You finally speak, “What’s the fastest way of getting them back?”

Ford blinks in alarm at your declaration before pondering your question, “Well… there’s a good chance your memories may be stored in the Gravity Falls Museum of History. That’s where Dipper and Mabel found Fiddleford’s memories and were able to piece back together his fragmented mind.”

“Let’s get them tomorrow… you, me and Stanley. I don’t want the kids to be around if there’s memories of us fighting… or worse.” You trail off, the memory of Bill’s hand around your neck still fresh in your subconscious.

“Understood, we’ll sneak in at night. Are you sure you want to bring Stanley? We could-” Ford is interrupted by you, “No, I want Stan there… as a mediator of sorts. In case I might want to deck you after I get my memories back.” 

Ford winces at the thought. He knows from experience with Stanley regaining some of his memories of their fights that that was a realistic possibility on the table. 

“Until then… I’ll need some space, Ford. I’m just conflicted about how to feel about you at this point and I can’t ignore what my gut is screaming at me.” You admit.

To your surprise, Ford nods in understanding, “I will give you that space then.” He walks off, looking back at you with a wistful smile before calling out to his brother.

“Stanley, we’ll need your lock-picking skills tomorrow evening!”

“Finally, my time to shine!”

You watch the two brothers laugh as they seem to joke about their antics during their travels. Stan looks over Ford’s shoulder and you see his expression morph into one of genuine concern. 

‘You okay?’ He mouths.

You didn’t quite know how to answer that question.

You had just discovered that your former partner put an interdimensional con-man above you. Above your relationship.

Yet, Stan seemingly with one gaze made that anger that was boiling to the surface fizzle out.

You felt seen. You felt understood.

‘I’m ok.’ You mouth back.

[thedvilsinthedetails]

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Evan woke up the next morning to the harsh bleep of his phone that always managed to elicit pure terror in his body. He groaned and rolled out of bed. He’d forgotten to turn off the alarm and of course he was awake at six in the fucking morning on a Saturday.

He threw on a dressing gown over his tank top and plaid pyjama bottoms, slipped into his fluffy slippers and trudged to the kitchen for some coffee.

Once he got to the kitchen he saw Dorcas was already sat at the little island she passed him a warm cup of coffee as soon as he sat down. Dorcas had always been the earliest riser of the band, always eager to get ready quickly and get the hell out of the house, he supposed that’s what growing up as the eldest sister to four brothers did to you. 

“Heard your alarm go off, figured you’d forgot to turn it off.”

“Dorcas you lifesaver. And I mean seriously a lifesaver, I might have murdered someone without this coffee.”

Dorcas laughed.

“Who?”

Evan rubbed his eyes.

“Barty probably. He’s fucking annoying.”

“Any excuse to get up close to him then more like.”

Evan’s head snapped up.

“What?”

Dorcas rolled her eyes.

“Please you’re shit at hiding it.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout Cas.”

Evan mumbled, taking a long drink from his mug. 

“Please, save the crap. If you don’t have a crush on him, why do you get so worked up by people calling you a couple. It consumes your every waking thought, now why is that? Tell me.”

“Ughhh I don’t want to think about it.”

He groaned and stared into the brown murky depths of the mug he was cradling close to him.

Dorcas softened.

“Look, Marls and Barty are really close, our next tour stop is London which means she’ll obviously drop by rehearsals. I can get her to ask him if he-“

“He doesn’t.”

Evan ran his thumb over a tiny chip in the ceramic. It was a mug Barty had painted around four years ago, Dora had decided for her sixteenth she wanted to go to a pottery painting place like when they were little. Barty was- honestly pretty shit at painting. The background was covered in vast uneven strokes of black. He’d tried to paint a white ferret on it - ‘Ev this one is for you, if you were any animal I’d say you’d be a ferret.’ - thing is it looked more like a snake with legs that was also, well, a zombie. It was Evan’s most prized possession. He’d be taking it to the grave. He turned it to look inside the handle. Barty had been too lazy to paint that part so instead he’d just written crudely with the brush - ‘B + E forever bitches!’. His eyes crinkled fondly as he read it. 

“I just need to get over it.”

His expression hardened and he looked up at Dorcas again.

“Get over what?”

They both turned to find Barty in the doorway. His hair was sticking up in all directions. Fuzzy spikes of green and black. He stretched his arms all the way up as he yawned, flexing his wrist so his ‘SKITTLES’ tattoo was on full display. He had one of Evan’s jumpers on over his pyjama top. Evan really wanted to reach out and hold. Why’d he have to go and look so soft? Wasn’t fucking fair. 

“Nothing Jr.”

Barty nodded in response as he padded over and sat himself in the chair next to Evan.

“Why’re you even awake?”

Dorcas asked.

Barty dropped his head down onto the island counter dramatically.

“Forgot to turn off my alarm.”

Dorcas laughed out loud, fully threw her head back and everything.

“Two birds of a fucking stupid feather you two are.”

She got up and put her mug in the sink before heading out of the kitchen. Barty turned his head up to look at Evan as soon as she was gone.

“You don’t have to tell me anything Evan, but if you want to you can. You know that right?”

Barty lifted his head and propped it up on his hand as Evan nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah I know Barty.”

“Good.”

Barty shuffled his chair closer before dropping his head onto Evan’s shoulder and falling quiet. It was instinctual, the way Evan brought his arms up around him. After a few moments he looked down though, Barty was suspiciously silent.

“Bee?”

He whispered.

“M’awake. You’re just comfy Ev. You’re really good at hugs.”

Might be ‘cause I was built to hold you.

Damn that’s a fucking stupid thing to say. Fuck I’ve turned into Reg whenever he’s around James.

Yeah Evan needed to get over this like fucking yesterday.

•••

Barty breathed in deeply, face buried in the crux of Evan’s neck. He couldn’t help it really. Evan smelled like home. Probably a creepy thing to say, oh well wasn’t like he said it out loud. Evan was home though, plain and simple.

He didn’t want to move, probably ever. Still eventually as the rest of the group came pattering into the kitchen and things got livelier he had to shift away.

•••

They got on the train at noon, ready to head to London. Evan took the window seat watching as the city turned to rolling hills turned to city again. Barty kept sneaking glances over at him, wasn’t really sure what he was looking for honestly but-

“What?”

Evan asked finally, tone irritated.

“Nothing, just bored.”

“Oh um-“

Evan glanced around, he and Barty were in a two seater while the rest of the band sat around the table in front of them, chatting animatedly.

“S’fine Ev, not anything you can do about it, I’m gonna be bored till we get off this bloody train. Fucking buzzing.”

“Excited for tomorrow then yeah?”

Barty turned to him with shining eyes. 

“D’you remember when we were eighteen? First time at the O2 for a concert? Fuck d’you remember seeing it like that, covered in all the lights ‘n shit. Eventim Apollo doesn’t even compare.”

Evan chuckled. They’d gone to the O2 for the first time June 2019 to see a concert when Evan was still in his backstreet boys phase, something no one was allowed to talk about now under any circumstances.

“D’you remember what you said to me?”

•••

“Look at that stage Ev. Imagine playing there. For all these people.”

Evan turned to Barty and ruffled his hair.

“One day Bee, we’ll be playing here. I promise you yeah? We’ll be playing here and it’ll all the fucking sold out.”

“You think?”

•••

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

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~ enha hyung line when you ignore them bcz they forgot ur bday ~

MASTERLIST | MAKNAE LINE VER.

warning: swearing (slight)

featuring: chaeyoung (twice), ryujin (itzy)

genre: fluff and angst (slight)

pairings: enha x y/n (fem reader)

a/n: this is a bit long for each member (i think jake's the longest) sorry😭, if u have any reqs or if you want to be added to my tag list hmu. this is also not proofread, forgive me. also pls support my friend @gh0stythelurker heheheh

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today is a special day for you, it's the day you have been anticipating the most. you couldn't sleep the whole night because of the excitement for this day to come, your birthday. you weren't excited because it was your birthday, you were excited of what your boyfriend is planning for your day. however, when a day has passed and it's finally the day, you didn't expect your boyfriend to forget it.

lee heeseung (이희승)

you woke up at 6am, you were looking like a zombie who hasn't eaten a brain for days (you just didn't get enough sleep). anyway, happiness took over your body as you see a notification from your mother greeting you.

you were happily prancing around the room but quietly because you didn't want to wake up your boyfriend who is sleeping. you got more excited remembering what you were thinking last night. you kept asking yourself "what is heeseung planning?" "where are we gonna go this time?". you went to shower and then went to the kitchen to cook some breakfast for the both of you. while you were cooking, you didn't notice that heeseung has woken up. he sneakily went to give you a back hug "good morning, love". you squealed when he hugged you, you were smiling widely remembering your thoughts about today.

"oh fuck, it's already 7am" he said.

"why? are you going somewhere??" you asked, still smiling thinking of what he might be planning.

"yeah, i actually gotta go. i have to go to practice for our new comeback."

"oh."

your smile suddenly faded. you felt hurt, you were so excited which now ends up disappointed. you finished cooking and ate then went to the bedroom ignoring him when he say his goodbyes. heeseung was confused on why you suddenly ignored him.

----- time skip -----

it's already night time and you were just watching movies the whole day. you didn't use your phone at all because you were feeling down of what just happened. heeseung forgot your birthday is all what you can think about. time passed and you didn't even realized but when you did you got more sad. you basically didn't celebrate your birthday. anyway, your phone has been buzzing since earlier. you knew it was probably heeseung updating you what's happening to his practice but you didn't care. you just wanted to ignore him right now and just watch movies. meanwhile, heeseung was worried. he's been checking his messages non-stop, waiting for your reply but no. he remembered earlier when you suddenly ignored him. he was walking back and forth in the practice room worried, thinking if he said something that made you upset.

"hey bro! the choreographer said we can go home now, shouldn't you go home and surprise y/n or something" jake was sitting down drinking water, confused on why heeseung kept walking back and forth.

"i can't go home yet, im still thinking of what i said earlier. im trying to remember because i think i might've upset her"

"bro, just go and surprise her, do your thing, and you wouldn't even need to worry about what made her upset anymore. i mean it's her birthday after all so" he laughed.

that's it. he was shook at himself for not remembering your birthday. he didn't even hesitated and ran to a nearest cake shop and bought one for you. he immediately went home after, and he saw you lying down the couch watching a movie. he was about to go up on you but he saw you sleeping. he put some candles on the cake and lit it up.

"love, wake up. happy birthday" as he hugged you and wakes you up with kisses. you woke up and was surprised to see him, you were about to ignore him again but then he sang happy birthday to you. you were teary and glad he remembered your birthday, not only that you get to hear his vocals. you thought how lucky you were that you get to hear him sing for free.

"love, im sorry i forgot your birthday. i was so busy thinking about my comeback so i didn't get to buy you gifts BUT tomorrow we could go out if you like and-"

you shushed him with a kiss and said "i forgive you" you giggled and continued giving him peck of kisses.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

park jongseong, jay (박정성)

you were lying down beside jay thinking of what to do on your birthday which is tomorrow. you wanted to go to a theme park with your boyfriend, you wanted to ask him if the both of you should go and buy tickets but you remembered that you wanted to wait for his plans for your birthday. you didn't want to admit it but it always makes you flustered when he cares and plans things for you, for some reason.

you woke up early in the morning and your boyfriend jay, who is not in the bed anymore seems to be cooking something in the kitchen. "does he plans to cook a lot for my birthday?" you thought. you finally got up and went to the kitchen but didn't see him there, you were confused but you saw him sitting on the couch watching a cooking show. you laughed at yourself for thinking it was him who is cooking.

"are you not gonna cook breakfast? or should i?" you asked.

"i'll cook, i got inspired to cook a new menu for today" he smirked. seeing him smirk made you think that whatever that new menu is, he's going to be cooking for your birthday. you love his cooking so much, it's like tasting heaven. before he even touched the chopping board, his phone started buzzing. "oh shit, something came up in the office. i gotta go." he said. you were worried on what could possibly happen so you asked him if you should go with him and he said that there's no need, and left.

you were sitting in the kitchen alone, wondering if this is a part of his plan or this is actually happening. he just left you alone in the house, but you didn't want to be negative so you took a shower and watched a movie.

----- time skip -----

he still isn't home, he didn't bother to call you as well. you went through your phone and saw that tickets to the theme park are now sold out. you were wondering what is taking him so long and hoping it's not that serious. anyway, you were already bored so you decided to go for a walk outside. you checked your messages to see if jay sent something but there was nothing, it was just silent. you were so worried so you decided to visit him in the office. everyone seems to know you are jay's girl, you got shy when you hear them. you saw jay sitting in his office with a cup of coffee on his hand laughing with his co-workers. a sudden thought suddenly flashed to your mind, he forgot your birthday. to think you were worried of him because he was taking long to come back home, it made your stomach turn. jay noticed you standing in front of his office and approached you "babe, what are you doing here?" smiling. he was about to kiss you but you dodged it and started to walk away. jay was frozen, "d-did she just dodge my kiss?" he got sad when you did that, especially that you didn't even say a word to him which made him more sad but he got worried if something happened. he followed you downstairs but you immediately went to your car and drove back home. he wasn't able to process you dodging his kiss but now this, he was confused and thinking if something bad has happened to you.

"hyung, heeseung and i plan to go to the karaoke, do you want to tag along?" ni-ki, his coworker, sipping his coffee.

"i don't think i can go, i have a problem to deal with" jay sat.

"ni-ki are you dumb, why would you invite him? you know it's y/n's birthday, don't bother his lovey dovey moment." heeseung laughed.

it hit him. YOUR BIRTHDAY. he didn't even say any words to his co-workers and immediately went to his car. he didn't know what to but he just drove around town and bought as much as he could for his gift to you. he started calling you but you ignored him. he was so worried that he might've made you cry and didn't want that so he immediately went home, searching for you in every room but you weren't home. where were you? well, let's go back to where you left jay's company. you did come home, however a person like you can't really stay home when you are feeling like this, you would always walk around the park. so, you did. you were walking around the park, head-empty and just wanted to stay there forever. you hear your phone buzzing and saw it was jay. of course, you ignore him like earlier. you didn't want to hear him talk since you thought it'll just made you feel more down. jay, on the other side, who can't find you anywhere got more worried. he didn't know what to do so he insisted to ask help from your mom.

minutes later, your phone buzzed again. you thought it was jay again but you saw it was your mom.

you didn't expect your mom to buy tickets there. you were a bit happy to know she's coming, it will at least make your day better. you were sitting on a bench, waiting for you mom, unknowingly who is behind you. it was jay, holding a bouquet and a box. you were surprised to see him, you were about to walk away again but he suddenly held your wrist. "y/n, love, my beautiful girlfriend. please don't go. im sorry i forgot your birthday." he hugged you. you were glad that he finally remembered, you didn't want to say anything at that moment and just wanted to hug him. he suddenly made you sit on the bench and opened the box, it's a necklace (an expensive one too). you were mesmerized of the necklace, you looked at him. he puts on the necklace to you, he was looking at you and thought you were the most beautiful girl ever.

"you didn't have to buy this"

"i just bought it, im sorry if it's not much"

"you remembering my birthday is already enough, silly." you giggled and kissed him.

"oh, by the way. your mom helped me find you."

"oh." you sneered at him, thinking he couldn't have done it himself but you find it funny otherwise.

"i love you." he said.

"yeah, let's go home."

"wait what, say it back" he pleaded.

"i love you too."

sim jaehyun, jake (심재윤)

the both of you were eating breakfast and you already planned one thing to do for your birthday, you are still expecting your boyfriend to do something for your birthday though.

"should i go to my hometown? i think it'll be nice to visit there plus my mom expects me to go and celebrate there instead."

"sure, what's the occasion?" he cluelessly asked. you couldn't believe your ears on what he just said, did he actually ask that. you stared at him for a whole minute and raised your eyebrow at him. you didn't want to think negatively so you decided to ask him.

"what day is today?" you asked, staring at him.

"uhh, sunday." he looked on his phone.

that's when you knew, he forgot. you couldn't eat and was shocked at your boyfriend for forgetting it. he isn't really the type to forget birthdays and ESPECIALLY yours or so you thought. you still couldn't believe what just happened and you decided to think that maybe this is a part of his plan, pranking you or something. however, you got sure that he indeed forgot on what happened next after.

"i gotta go shower, love. but before that, you haven't answered my question yet. what's the occasion? is it your mom's birthday? we could buy some gifts at ****."

you were flabbergasted after hearing his words. you finished your food and quickly washed the dishes, you still didn't give him an answer and just ignored him right away. he looked at you confused, he kept asking and you're not replying. he thought that you were probably too tired to reply so he didn't care much about it and just went to shower. while you are sitting on the bed, zoning out because of what just happened. you were sure that he forgot your birthday, you felt down. you still wanted to go to your hometown though but since he forgot your birthday, you thought that your parents will find out and get angry at him. they don't really like jake much, especially your father. your mom doesn't say much about him but you can see that she doesn't like him as well. anyway, the point is you're not going to your hometown so you messaged your mom about it and instead you'll have a reunion with your former co-workers and celebrate it with them. you don't know what to do with jake but you were disappointed and a bit annoyed with him for always remembering others' bday while he doesn't even bother to remember yours.

----- time skip -----

it's already night time and it's time for your dinner with your co-workers. you checked jake, he's already dressed. you didn't even say a word to him and just picked the keys and went out to the car. you sat on the passenger's seat because you knew jake would want to drive and he will keep bothering you if you drive, you didn't want to talk to him so you just immediately sat on the passenger's seat but while waiting for him you moved to the back seat for the reason that you didn't want to face and talk to him, you were still kind of angry and sad.

jake finally went in the car and see you in the back seat, he was so confused. you know, he's the type that wants you beside him all the time and seeing you in the back seat made him so bothered. he tried asking and talking to you but there was no answer, you were just staring at the window the whole time. he was getting sad, he still doesn't have a clue on why you're suddenly acting like this.

----- time skip ------

you two finally arrived at the restaurant and met your co-workers. you were happy to see them for such a long time and you talked with them for hours while jake was sitting beside you, he was getting teary eyed because you kept ignoring him. ni-ki and jungwon started to talk with jake. jake was pouting the whole time and looking like a puppy who just lost his owner.

"y/n sis, mom messaged me and said that you cancelled on going home. you didn't have to cancel it to go and have a reunion here." chaeyoung said.

"oh, mom and the others can wait. it's nice seeing all of you here though."

chaeyoung and ryujin looked at each other after hearing your low and sad tone saying that sentence. they realized that jake and you haven't even said a single word to each other since earlier.

"did the two of you fight?" ryujin asked loudly.

everyone looked at ryujin and gave her a confused look then they looked at the both you and jake. you didn't even look at jake and just laughed. "ryu, what do you mean. we're fine." you gave her a fake smile, which actually creeped sunoo and the others. sunoo whispered to chaeyoung "they're definitely not fine."

"i gotta go to the bathroom, don't eat dessert without me." you said.

once you went to the bathroom, they all looked at jake and asked "seriously, are the two of you really fine?" jake didn't know what to answer because he doesn't know either. he was feeling so many emotions all at once, he didn't answer them and just shrugged.

"you both doesn't seem fine, you should go and talk to her." chaeyoung exclaimed.

jake decided to do that and talk to you, he wants to know as well on why have you been ignoring him since earlier. he looks like he was about to cry while walking to the restroom waiting for you to come out. his phone buzzed.

"HOLY SHIT. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK." he panicked when he saw his notification. he felt ashamed for not remembering your birthday. he ran back to everyone, at the table. "guys, can you do me a favor?"

back to you, at the bathroom. you were sitting at the toilet, zoning out and tears were forming. it wasn't much tears but you were crying already. you didn't know what to do with your boyfriend, negative thoughts were swarming in your head. you thought you were taking too long in the restroom so you washed your hands and went back to the table. to your surprise, no one was in the restaurant anymore. the lights also went off, you got scared because everyone left you and you thought you got locked in.

you went to the main door and you saw a light forming from a distance away, your phone was about to die so you didn't bother turning on the flashlight this time. you were literally touching everywhere lol. anyway, a small light suddenly is closing up to you. you were so scared, you thought it was a ghost or something. then, suddenly all the lights opened and "SURPRISEEEEEEE!!" you almost had a heart attack. jake was in front of you holding a cake with lit candles "happy birthday, my pretty girl." everyone started singing and you couldn't help but cry. your boyfriend finally remembered. he kissed you and asked "so, what's your wish?".

"uh, for my boyfriend not to forget my birthday again." you shrugged.

he laughed "i love my girlfriend so much." and kissed you. "i love you too."

park sunghoon (박성훈)

your boyfriend is a skater and you work part-time as a barista but today it's your day off which is good because you know... it's your birthday. sunghoon though, is busy preparing for his ice skating competition. you wondered how the two of you will celebrate your birthday when he's this busy but you know sunghoon, he always have a plan when it comes to your birthday.

you woke up early in the morning and you see your boyfriend has already left. he ordered you breakfast before leaving and he also left a note. "sorry, i couldn't join you for breakfast. hope you enjoy what i ordered." you thought it was sweet of him to do so. however, you were feeling lonely for the past months. he has been busy than ever preparing for his competition. you both barely talk these past months, which made u feel lonely. with him busy, you weren't really expecting for the both of you to celebrate your day. despite him being busy, you waited for his message to greet you a happy birthday but nothing happened. you jokingly said "he's way too busy that he probably forgot about it." and laughed.

hours later, you finally saw sunghoon text you.

did he literally just forgot your birthday? your jaw dropped when he asked you that. you weren't even sad at all. well, you understood how busy he has been but there was just no way he just forgot about your bday.

----- time skip -----

your boyfriend got home. you were playing some games on your phone and he tried to hug you but you rolled over the couch. he laughed and thought you just fell, he decided to hug you again but you walked away.

"what?" he raised his eyebrow at you. he decided to hug you again but this time you ran and went straight to the bedroom. he was so flabbergasted when you did that. he was like "what the fuck?". you on the other hand was mad at him. he still didn't greet you so you felt that way. anyway, with what just happened. he sat down on the couch and zoned out.....

you were so bored, you decided to go out and go to a cinema. you don't really care if sunghoon is going to come with you or not but either way you're going. sunghoon saw you all dressed up and asked you "oh hey love, where are you going?". you straight up ignored him and closed the door loudly. he was so fucking confused, and was kind of annoyed with you. without hesitation, when you left he immediately worn some proper t-shirt and his shoes. he ran so fast to catch up on you. thank god, you haven't started the car yet. you were petting some cat that you saw. you noticed your boyfriend followed you so you went to the car, he then went in too.

"im driving."

you started driving without saying a word to him.

"oh, okay. you drive, i guess."

when you arrived at the cinema, you quickly lined up to get some tickets. sunghoon was surprised that you wanted to go to the cinema but just went along with it, he bought food for the both you to eat. of course, you weren't that awful so you also bought him ticket and gave it to him, still without saying a thing. hoon just basically followed you inside.

----- time skip -----

you enjoyed the movie, sunghoon kinda did as well but he misses you. like talking to you. he tried talking to you as well in the cinema but of course you still didn't reply. you badly wanted sunghoon to remember the occasion to himself so you stayed strong and kept ignoring him lol.

you drove around the town and went in some shops to buy things or foods. still not talking to sunghoon. your boyfriend got tired and when it was just the two of you alone, he had enough and said loudly "y/n, what the fuck do you want? why are you not talking to me? why do you kept ignoring me? im getting tired already. i tried talking to you a couple of times today but what the fuck. baby, if i did something wrong, please tell me. you know me, i care about u so much but fucking please tell me what's happening?" you didn't even looked at him as you went inside the car, ignoring him again.

"y/n, you know what. im done. if you're not gonna talk to me for the whole day, okay fine. im gonna go home but just know this, im fucking worried about you but you wont even let me talk to you." he left and went to get a taxi.

you sat alone in the car, crying. you were hoping for him to remember such a special day and greet you, that's what you only wanted. you weren't mad at him anymore instead you were sad, crying. you thought that there's a possibility that he doesn't care for you anymore. you though that maybe you have gone too far for not talking to him. you weren't in the mood to do anything, anymore but you didn't want to go home since sunghoon went home. you didn't want to face him yet after what just happened. you thought that you'll just let the day pass and talk to him tomorrow so you went to the nearest hotel to stay.

as for sunghoon, he was waiting for you to come home. he thought that he let his emotions control him that he shouted at you earlier. he was worriedly thinking on where have you gone off to. he was worried that he made you cry because of earlier.

it was already night time and hoon still doesn't have a clue on why you ignored him the whole day. a realization hit him on what day it is today. he checked the calendar and everything. it's your birthday. okay, you maybe wondering on how did he realized. he remembered the cinema that the both of you went to, it was titled "BD". he remembered what happened on the movie, a birthday basically. he cried a little because of the fact he shouted at you earlier when he was the one who's at fault for not remembering his dearest girlfriend's bday.

he didn't bother to buy you gifts or what but he went looking for you everywhere. he remembered you guys are both in 'life 360' and he saw where you are. he immediately went to the hotel and asked the staff on what room you're staying in. he knocked.

"love, it's me."

you were just lying down the bed and when you heard his voice, it sent a chill down your spine. you were surprised and confused on why he's there. you opened the door and he suddenly hugged you tightly.

"love, im really really really really sorry for forgetting your birthday. im also sorry for lashing out on you earlier. im so sorry love. i was so busy preparing for the competition that i completely forgot about your bday. im really sorry, y/n." he cried.

you wiped his tears and said "im sorry too, i shouldn't have ignored you the whole day and i should've just told you what's going on. hoonie im sorry."

"i love it when you call me that." he smirked and laughed.

"hoon." you stared at him for suddenly joking around.

"okay, i know i know. sorry. let's go inside first. wouldn't want people seeing us being dramatic. im sorry i didnt bring any gifts with me."

"honestly, i don't care if whether you have gifts or not. as long as you remember my silly birthday. i know, i don't say these often but im lucky to have a boyfriend like you."

"y/n, im more luckier having a dramatic girlfriend like you." he laughed.

"i love you so much that the whole universe can't even compete."

"baby, i love you sooo much too."

MASTERLIST | MAKNAE LINE VER.

please do not copy nor translate and post this as your own.

[taglist: ---- ]

[prairietrashdotcom]

eee i got tagged to do a tag game by @mrcrepsley thank you :)

im tagging: @stitchedgrave @laceandgore @r0ttdweller @cherubgore @cannibaldotcom @unfading-scrutiny but if you've already been tagged in this one or dont feel like it its cool. n if i didnt tag u please do it if you want to also.

Do you make your bed? if by make you mean pull down the duvet so it can air out, then yes. dont worry about why that is.

What's your favorite number? 3, 9, 13, 27

What is your job? i have been a sporadically employed hermit for the last four years :( i am starting college again next week though (media focused program) and theres a lot of production-like activity where i live so hopefully in the future that works out.

If you could go back to school, would you? See above, but i do sometimes wish i could go back to my uni in canada, but only if i was single so i could at least try n fuck my history prof at least once

Can you parallel park? no :(

A job you had that would surprise people? i have no idea how i am perceived on here so i dont know if it would surprise people that i've ghostwritten a book and worked as an actor in a haunted house. those were probably the least surprising answers but other than that its just bartending and baking.

Do you think aliens are real? duh.

Can you drive a manual car? i cannot drive any car but im working on it, although public transport here is just decent enough that it isnt, like, urgent.

What's your guilty pleasure? i honestly feel less ashamed of my various sexual proclivities than i do about living for TLC's Sister Wives. watching that chode get left in the dust not once, not twice, but thrice was especially delicious.

Tattoos? i have four. both of the ones on my right arm are bird themed but that was unintentional. theres a little bird on my forearm from The Garden of Earthly Delights' middle panel, and then a lawn flamingo on my right shoulder. the lawn flamingo is heavily associated in Winnipeg culture with the Transcona neighbourhood, where my mom's from and where i lived for a few years. everyone else in Winnipeg clowns on Transcona for being white trash, which is not technically incorrect but its my favourite place. On my left wrist ive got a hand with an eye in it, and then a crescent moon surrounded by clouds on my left shoulder.

Favorite color? pink, black, light blues, ive been really into brown this year.

Favorite type of music? i love music in general, any type can be good as long as the people making it care about it but 80s alternative/new wave/punk will always hit so so good for me. and vintage or alternative country. and 90s alt.

Do you like puzzles? i love doing the nyt puzzles stoned every night but i will die before i give them any money to play them.

Any phobias? someone with prior knowledge of my phobias using them to torture me

Favorite childhood sport? i did kickboxing in my teens for a lil bit n it was really fun :)

Do you talk to yourself? chronically, but only out loud if im home alone or out in public alone.

What movies do you adore? to the surprise of no one; horror, especially trashy b-horror/horror comedy. also whatever The Butcher Boy (1997) dir. Neil Jordan (i will never stop evangelizing this movie please watch it sinead o'connor plays the virgin mary) is.

Coffee or Tea? coffee 100%. i live in tea country however. sometimes its nice but objectively the 'tea' people are talking about here (Barrys vs Lyons) tastes like a hot wet paper bag unless you put 3 teaspoons of sugar in it.

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? either a palaeontologist or a goth, its hard to tell which came first. ironically my mom was much more supportive of my desire to be goth. this is the cognitive dissonance that came with being an early 2000s evangelical christian who listens to Rob Zombie and Evanescence. she eventually relaxed about jesus.

[mrreed]

an actually decent tag game

tagged by @monstraduplicia thank you <3

tagging: @humanmutate @vampvelour @a53n510n @stitchedgrave @prairietrashdotcom @loveandtolerate @gloryofnegativity and anyone else who wants to do it

Do you make your bed? - i get out of bed first every day so i dont have to. it’s @vampireassistant ‘s job, living up to his name

What's your favorite number? - 6, 5, 16

What is your job? - i sell training courses to the british government. i am subliminally controlling them. i dont think it’s working very well

If you could go back to school, would you? - done my time. nope. although i didn’t have any closure, it would be nice to go back for a semester for fun but im not too big on it

Can you parallel park? - yep and i pull it off pretty well

A job you had that would surprise people? - aside from working on film sets, i worked at royal ascot. got to see the royal family and all. boring cunts

Do you think aliens are real? - yes but i have other things to worry about right now

Can you drive a manual car? - yes i learned to drive on manual

What's your guilty pleasure? - now why should i reveal what brings me pleasure and makes me feel guilty at the same time. i dont wish to be arrested

Tattoos? - this ones funny. @vampireassistant gave me a stick and poke that’s supposed to say “property of the captain” on my inner thigh but he got too drunk halfway to finish it so now it just says “property”

Favorite color? - red, blue, black

Favorite type of music? - industrial and nu metal

Do you like puzzles? - i don’t care

Any phobias? - once again why would i reveal that

Favorite childhood sport? - i used to play basketball. i dont really know why

Do you talk to yourself? - internally yes, but that’s called having thoughts

What movies do you adore? - long and convoluted. check my letterboxed. anything rob zombie, also got fond of jack hill recently

Coffee or Tea? - coffee but i do like tea quite a lot

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? - a mechanic. then an archeologist then a vet then a rockstar then a scientist

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @tildeathiwillwrite!

OC Questionaire

My questions:

1. If you were to adopt a "weird" pet, what would it be? (tarantula, snake, etc) 2. How well do you think you (and/or your team) would do in the zombie apocalypse? 3. Anything can be a weapon if you try hard enough. What's your favorite non-conventional weapon?

I'll answer for Astra!

1. If you were to adopt a "weird" pet, what would it be? (tarantula, snake, etc)

"Well, I got a cat already, and a spider who kills skeeters in exchange for my not killin' 'im, but I reckon those sugar glider things are pretty cute. I saw someone from Pzelicoqla with one ridin' on 'er shoulder and she'd just flick the thing out every so often to catch a bug. Yeah, that'd be damn cute."

2. How well do you think you (and/or your team) would do in the zombie apocalypse?

"I'd do just fine, sweetpea. I've been trappin' and trackin' since I was a girl, even if I'm a lil' outta practice now, so I could find food easy peasy. I could use my runes to defend myself and for trade, and I live in a movin' vardo anyhow. As for my 'team,' I suppose that's just Mashal. He'd do fine and dandy. Prolly better than me, as I doubt any zombie is interested in a bite a' bronze."

3. Anything can be a weapon if you try hard enough. What's your favorite non-conventional weapon?

"Would a rune count as a non-conventional weapon? I wouldn't say so. I'm out here lightin' things on fire pretty conventionally. In that case, I'll say my favorite non-conventional weapon is the humble nail. You can hold it in your fist to pack an extra punch, throw a handful out behind ya like caltrops, or even shoot one at somebody with the right rune. Plus, I'm always carryin' a few."

I'll tag @bard-coded @goldencomet69 @just-emis-blog @deanwax and anyone else who wants to play :)

Your questions:

If you could drive or pilot any vehicle in the world, what would it be?

How do you wind down after a long day?

What's a sensation you can't stand?

[quirkle2]

in zombie au, what if the hypothetical situation where the gang does indeed run into Zero food supply, would zombie mob really eat either or both tome and ritsu :o (i literally laid awake last night imagining this scenario jwndjwndkwn)

oh and one more thing! i would very much like to know what goes on mob's thoughts when said hypothetical situation comes around :3

hogod . oh god i did this didnt i. i did this im so evil im so

ok. this is the evil timeline.we don't talk abt this timeline very much, it's evil. so this is prolly the only ask i'll answer abt it. warning for cannibalism, mcd, and suicide

in the not-canon hypothetical where they Do run completely out of food, mob would indeed get desperate enough to snap and lunge at one of them, and he'd go for tome first. she's less familiar, she's Not his sibling, and she's only been around for a few months

how ritsu responds to this sorta depends on the situation, but in that particular scenario from the previous ask and its tags ritsu probably Doesn't have it in him to shoot mob and he lets tome get killed. he feels like a Monster for it, but he's simply not going to kill his own brother for a girl he just met a couple months ago. he's going to choose mob every time

given that ritsu doesn't have any food for himself here, he's sorta trapped in a nightmare. if they leave after mob gets his fill, he'll feel like tome kinda died in vain, or at least smth close to it. through the fucking Raw Fear he's probably feeling after watching his brother eat another person, he's doing his best to grasp onto logic and say well we should stay here. bc that means shige will get rly well-fed. there's a perfectly good... food source right here. we shouldn't waste it

but ritsu has no food, and he literally can't resort to eating her bc that's tainted meat now. he'd just turn afterward. so they have to leave her. and that makes him so fucking upset in the grand scheme of things but rly, in the moment, he's glad to make that decision bc it means he can stop being in the same room as her corpse

now if it somehow happened Again and mob got that desperate a second time, with nobody but ritsu around? uhm.,,,,he would? i think. he would. as much as i'd love to say he wouldn't, he's a zombie. instincts takes over eventually. and then he'd wander aimlessly until exhaustion, a patrol, or starvation claims him. hashtag bad ending hashtag throwing tomatoes at the stage

to answer ur second question: after mob gets cured, in the middle of his recovery, he starts to remember bits n pieces of the journey, and while it's very fuzzy and it jumps around a lot, he Thinks there was somebody else w them at some point

so he asks ritsu. hey was there ?? anybody else with us? and like.whatthe hell do u say to that. ritsu knows that if mob knows, he'd lose his mind. he wouldn't be able to handle that. so he Has to lie, and he kinda panics and fucks it up a bit bc he says, "nah bro just us ^-^" and completely omits tome from the picture. fucked up but he panicked, okay

mob goes hm. ok. but then he remembers more. he remembers her face, vaguely, and her name, and at first he kinda chalks it up to brain weirdness in his recovery stages, but as time goes on and he gains more and more memories of this girl that ritsu claims was never there, he comes to the conclusion that ritsu Lying might be more likely

and if ritsu lied to his face about this, about a Whole Person being with them, what else is he hiding?

if mob ever did find out what exactly he did to her, or even to that man he mauls to protect ritsu in the canon timeline of this au, i think he'd lose it. he wouldn't be able to live w himself. i genuinely don't think he'd be able to go on after that

[the-hopeless-fanboy]

reblog for larger poll size plz

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

for the ask game: Hazel Levesque + 2, 4, 12, 20 :D

Hi!!!🌸🌸 (^w^)/!!

Character ask game!!!!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Im biased. Her being an artist. Honestly lessgo queen👍🏼👑 Can draw portraits? Yup…Work✨💅🏼🌸 love that about her. Charcoal user? Slay-🎉✨ she’s everything what I wanted to be 😩🙏🏼

Also her gaining powers to control the mist. I feel like that it wasn’t looked into that much. Like that’s a pretty OP power.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

Ok- so hear me out like just any dystopian/ apocalypse sorta universe not really that specific. Actually I want to put all characters into these universes😭. I personally love that stuff, and I’d love to see how she’d survive in those circumstances. (I love myself a good zombie apocalypse au)

Well a less intense one is probably anything in the Ghibliverse.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

I have a few but I’ll just say three:

I had this one for a long time. Hazel being a horror artist. Along with sketching portraits and landscapes. But her specialty is horror. More specifically horror creatures art.

She likes laser tag. I actually read this in a fic 😭😭 and thought it’d be cute. Just her winning everytime, like a 30 game streak.

That hazel glows golden whenever she uses her powers. Specifically her eyes, strands of hair and any freckle she has.

20. Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

I think Leo is. I mean it’s already basically canon. But I feel like it could’ve done more than it already did.

And just in general, Hazel and Leo kinda share a personal bond now. And I think they’re the perfect besties.

:))

[dyedfrog]

the ULTIMATE OMORI fanfic recs because one of my favs just ended and it deserves more recognition!!

Okay lets start this off with the one in question (also not in any particular order)

These Days Without You by Smitty1899. absolutely beautiful, please read it this fanfic needs more of a community around it

By Your Side Once More, or, How Sunny Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Occult by Keltikknight. the suzuki siblings and their immaculate sense of humour. thats all i have to say

A New Dawn In Sunless Skies by letos. i wish this one would update again its got such a cool premise.

Sinking and Heroism by TenPes. linking them together because they're not part of a series.

The Faraway Event by kinemortomoli. me putting this here is actually a cry for help. i dont think this fanfic is dead but i cant suffer alone

Tired by Sunburner. this is pretty short and sweet (more like sad, depending on your ending preference)

DEADSPACE by Es_Novels. this one is so eerie as many zombie fanfics are, but i think the imagery makes this one take the cake

Car Trouble by Smitty1899. oh my god

Birthday Picnic by ToxicPineapple. poor kel. he saw mari like a big sister

stuck on one day for the rest of my life by lowbatteryhealth. we as a fandom need more hero angst

Reciting Wrongly by JonRightBackAtcha. not gonna say anything, just read it

Other Half of The Whole by JonRightBackAtcha. did not realise this and 11 were written by the same person. huh.

Fates of Damnation by Anonymous. oh my got two electric boogaloo

heat haze by crowcinthus. as someone who knows nothing about kagerou project wow

The Healing Properties of Reading a Book Out Loud to Your Loved Ones, and Other Domestic Bullshit by Prince_Enby. this ones good even if it hasnt updated in a while

In Which Sunny Is Bad At Naming Things by Prince_Enby. let me introduce you to the chatfic ever

I'll Cherish You Forever by phoeberrie. tiny bit hesitant to recommend this one bc of the themes but there is another fanfic later on this list with similar themes that is basically on every omori rec list ever so just a warning for stalking, obsession and gore. also, heed the tags. its good but not everyone will be comfortable with it.

Sorry as Can Be, For Whatever That Means by JonRightBackAtcha. quite a few fanfics by this author on here. but what can i say, they're great.

sinking. by marlkarx1. this is really good, also pretty dark. heed the tags.

Despite everything by Aisenic_Warrior. another legendary fic with no updates for over a year.

Sometimes a Knife Fight at 3am Can Mend Any Friendship by Shrimp_fry_rice. i dont believe it. you're telling me a shrimp frying rice wrote this fic?

Overwatered Garden by otomerson. rip flower boy lmao (im crying)

Picnic with Mari AU by Gornkleschnitzer. just gonna recommend the whole au

One More Time by GalileoGalilei. think of a 'watching the show' fanfic but its omori post-bad ending. now that i think about it, a version of this fic but they're watching an unserious playthrough on youtube would be kind of funny.

Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance by Smitty1899. whatever you're expecting to happen, you're wrong.

Amusia by JonRightBackAtcha. the legend. i wonder how many times this author has appeared on this list.

Kel kicks Sunny's door down by otomerson. attempted hikkikomori route

The Everyday Shenanigans of Something by Practicallyunethical. obsessed with the references in here.

Reality Check, Please by Paramocks. this fanfic has the kind of humour that could kill a christian grandmother.

Endless Dreaming by otomerson. this fanfiction is so beautiful it can make a grown man cry and thats okay (i dont know the quote dont kill me) please read it

Their Time by ShardOfHope. man this fanfic HURTS. you better read it.

The House That Breathes by Shifting_Walls. THIS IS SO GOOD

Broken Space by SpoonusBoius. yes, this fanfic is dark, but i feel people greatly exaggerate it. its not darker than pursuit, don't worry.

The Sun in Another Solar System by TellThemNaegi. if you look through this entire list while only reading one fanfic from here, please let it be this one. i have been totally fixated on this one and it deserves a mini-community of its own just like some other aus.

You're back, Mari by Anonymous. i hope you all expected this one. this is the mentioned one on no.17. im not sure how many trigger warnings i need considering this entire fic is so infamous i'd be shocked if someone didn't know. i don't want to risk spoiling it so just look at the tags. i was debating putting the sequel on here but decided against it. after all, the absolutely visceral reaction the pursuit au can garner from the fandom after just being mentioned probably has enough potential for a case study.

And there it is. the ultimate omori fanfic rec list consisting of 35 fanfic recs (I was originally gonna put way more on here but i got lazy near the end and put only my all time favourites)

[malarkgirlypop]

Misc. Tag Game! ✨

thank you for the tags @1waveshortofashipwreck

Made by the amazing @ronald-speirs 💖

Favorite place in the world you’ve visited?

Just went to Japan and Korea and it was so fucking amazing.

Something you’re proud of yourself for?

Finishing my nursing, getting a job. Like go me, get that big girl job!

Favourite books?

Trial by Fire, I will never not brag about it!

Something that makes your heart happy when thinking about it?

This one person I'm getting to know at the moment. Ah they are the best, literally makes me feel so good.

Favorite thing about your culture? About being American?

Um I am not an American. But NZ is so cool, we are super chill, such a vibe. I'm here for bringing back Māori culture into New Zealand!

When did you join the HBO War fandom? What was the first show you watched?

I think it was August 2023. Band of brothers was the first show I watched with my friend.

Have you read any of Easy Company’s books? If so, which ones were your favourite?

No I haven't. I want to, but im so busy rn. Maybe later.

Favorite HBO War character and your favorite moment with them?

Ah all I have to say is Malarkey, and just all Malarkey things ever. Please and thank you.

Do you make content for any fandoms, if so; what sort of content?

A little, only a teeny tiny amount, only small, not much, hardly any, it doesn't fill my whole brain all the time. I don't constantly live in a fictional story i am writing, I don't know what you're talking about.

Favourite actor/actress and your favourite film of theirs?

Sebastian Stan, The Winter Soldier. like why he so hot. He also scared the shit out of me in Fresh, but that was also a good movie.

Favourite quote/s that you wish to share with others?

"I'm tired of this Grandpa!"

"Well that's too damn bad!"

Holes, 2003.

Random fact your mutuals/followers don’t know about you?

I have no filter on here so there is nothing I don't think people know about me.

If you’re a writer, do you need a beta reader (say yes so I can be your beta reader 🤭)?

what's that? I'm confused.

Three things that make you smile?

My friends

BoB

A really special person

Any nicknames you like?

Kate doesn't have any nicknames, but because of my hair my dad calls me Floss, like candy floss!

List some people you love to see around on tumblr!

@panzershrike-pretz @ithinkabouttzu @executethyself35 @ronsparky @venus-haze @joetoyesbrassknuckles101 @footprintsinthesxnd @mutantmanifesto @jump-wings @mads-nixon @blueberry-ovaries @b00ks1ut @next-autopsy @1waveshortofashipwreck @paula-912 @brassknucklespeirs

What would you do during a zombie apocalypse?

Be a zombie

Favourite movie?

All movies, any movie, I'm good at entertaining myself with bad movies.

Do you like horror movies?

I do, but I'm still scared.

No pressure tags:

@georgieluz, @b00ks1ut, @blueberry-ovaries, @next-autopsy @land-sh @grumpy-liebgott @venus-haze @goneandbackagain

[drifloonz]

PLEASE CONTINUE RAMBLING ABT MISSINGNO I WANNA HEAR MORE OF UR THOUGHTSSS

basically, the missingno ramble came about bc i always thought that initially, pokemon were always supposed to be able to be turned into data and shit. eg, how pokeballs even work, how the pc works, how trading works, etc.

this is kind of long ( not really but a few paragraphs ( nevermind i made it longer. ) ) so im gunna put it under a readmore just so i dont irritate ppl in whatever tags i put this in

idk if theres evidence for this, it just feels like pokemon implied that more and has been recently backtracking and going "oh no theyre not actually like DATA lol." and kind of retconning it. but maybe im pulling all of this out my ass but idk it felt early gen pokemon was much more in that sort of direction. there were a lot of different directions in early gen pokemon in general, i feel

ANYWAYS given that i subscribe to that more than whatever theyre doing with the canon explanations for shit now ( also not helped by my general fascination with technology, ai, and glitches esp in fiction and how interesting they are if written well ), i think missingno is just . a glitched pokemon. which obviously. but. Like. it used to be a pokemon. they can be made easily if something fucks up in the data transfer from physical to pokeball or pc or during trading or something like that.

well, maybe not easily- i imagine missingnos are only made from particularly bad cases of this. complete malfunctions and breaks, probably. which would also be why missingno and glitch pokemon like the bad egg, M', female symbol, ? symbol, whatever other ones you can think of were much more prominent early gen and pittered out more in later games ( not entirely obviously, but yknow ) - technology advanced more and became more secure so these types of things happened less often.

and i think in terms of possible mew clone, they are clones of mew that could not turn into ditto because an error happened technologically. instead of biologically/physically, which is how ditto wouldve been made. why are they in the shore? who knows. maybe theyre kind of thoughtless and just somehow get physically dumped into the cinnabar shore. god knows why its kind of hard to integrate game glitch to actual story/lore but by god im doing it.

anyways. because of this in strangled red, i think missingno isnt an all powerful entity. i think its just something that fills miki's corpse with garbage data and puppets her around like a zombie. which would be oddly fitting for a pokemon that i think could be caused by a trading fiasco or other technological malfunctions that happen to pokemon in those sorts of things.

miki just got the worse of it physically, not glitch-wise. she just died. which, at least she got to go out and not be in eternal limbo. until, well, steven stepped in, but who knows if shes even sentient enough or if her soul is even in missingno-ified miki at all. i think its slightly there, just a fragment of it- but its mostly a husk.

when the trading incident happened, i imagine that if there's an error the failsafe in whatever trading mech you use immediately sends the pokemon back to the original trainers, but something screwed up in the wiring so she likely turned physical at the wrong time while still in the trading tube, which then ended up with the wires being wrapped around her neck, or maybe even stabbing into it.

i like to think in the strangled red universe it's a not very common thing that maybe even was the first or only reported incident. steven and mike just got extremely unlucky.

... which probably did not help stevens rage about the incident, losing his prized unique charizard who could evolve faster than any charmander ever has, and tank supereffective damage easily amongst other things and to the fact that it probably only happened to him. or at minimum a few other people ever.

why does steven know about missingno? likely tales when he was in cinnabar during his original journey about it. strangled red is a year or so before the canon story but i doubt the mewtwo thing happened exactly a year before reds story, so missingno still being there. yknow. makes sense if you think it exists like how ditto does. ( failed mew clone ) .

the only reason missingno has power is because it is a glitch, it is corruption, physicalized - in a way it was not meant to be even further than how a glitch is. pokemon can turn into data. you can see how that'd work. anything that can be digitized in the pokemon world, it has power over. i imagine something thats meant to be there like a normal pokemon or human would get corrupted by it if it touched or remained in an area too long, or if it were commanded to attack. which is why missingnos in universe have insane levels, odd or stolen cries ( along with the fact some of them just used to be a normal pokemon likely ), and are physically just a jumble of data or taking images from random pokemons appearances, and even the skeletons or ghosts of them.

ironically they are like miki, but if miki after the incident corrupted digitally and physically, and went into a state of limbo instead of outright just dying due to technical malfunctions. they probably barely remember their former lives or what they were supposed to be and become very mindless.

i also think this has interesting implications for the trade incident if it ever happened again with pokemon with trade evolutions. i don't think they'd die, i think they'd become corrupted in a similar but different way to missingno - like an unintentional and glitchy evolution akin to porygon-z.

anyways.

steven is desperate for anything and everything to bring her back, and maybe tried multiple methods beforehand if you think he was that desperate, but hey. missingno worked. even if miki's just a puppeted corpse being controlled by a mindless thing that used to be a pokemon. who is ironically, controlling a corpse of a pokemon.

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