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forlix · 1 year ago

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𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁・l.f.

— in which you forget that your hot housemate follows you on twitter.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・1.1k 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・roommate!felix x gn!streamer!reader 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・fluff, flirting, kind of an smau, implied friends to lovers, humor if u count jeongin being a piece of shit

𝗮/𝗻・saw this tweet the other day and it was so painfully lix coded that i knew i had to write something asap. contains a tiny bit of gaming jargon but is hopefully comprehensible. ENJOY ♡

y/n ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ @ y/nxx

if someone brings you fresh cut fruit to your table when you're gaming, they either like LIKE you or it's your mom

11:23 A.M.・Oct. 2023・220.2K Views

bokkie 🐣 liked your post.

“My tweet?”

You read aloud the newest text in your chatroom, and your face brightens when you remember the one in question.

“Oh, about the fruit—no, it’s so true though. And I love my mom, don't get me wrong, but I have an inkling she did it to guilt trip me." You change your posture and adopt your best motherly tone of voice. "‘This is your tenth consecutive hour wasting your young adulthood in front of that damn screen. I am now going to hand deliver apple slices straight to your mouth.’ That kind of vibe, y'know?"

A slew of messages follows your anecdote, but it is a comment from one of your moderators that catches your eye first:

je0ng1n: what about the other option tho 👀

You groan at the sight of his username. “Man, why are you always here? Don't you have a job?"

je0ng1n: i’m on break je0ng1n: taking a dump je0ng1n: ungrateful bitch

You brandish a middle finger to the camera. “Hope the dump sucks."

je0ng1n: HEY je0ng1n: don’t even joke about that :(

An involuntary cackle precedes your next words. “If you’re actually wondering, though, the only person who’s brought me fruit while I’m playing video games is indeed my mother. Heartbreaking, I know.”

At this, the steady flow of messages morphs into a gallery of depressed cat emoticons; your audience never fails to impress you with their way with words.

“But if someone other than your disappointed parent is bringing you fruit,” you go on, “they might as well get on one knee in the process, honestly. That's such an adorable, loving thing to do.”

Suddenly, the words MATCH FOUND splash across your monitor, and you move your cursor to accept the game invite—only to be met with a pop-up window and a familiar error sound that grates on your ears like screeching tires.

You know how this story ends: the lights in your mouse go dark, and you look on in dejected silence.

je0ng1n: LMFAOOOOO je0ng1n: bro’s mouse definitely just exploded again

“You guessed it," you sigh. “Hang tight for a sec, guys."

Half an hour ago, you could’ve sworn you heard sneakers being kicked off, a set of keys falling against plastic. Now, you pull one side of your headphones off and roll your chair a few feet backward, calling through your half-open door: “Lix, are you home?”

You pick up on a soft clunk that sounds like metal hitting wood—the cutting board, maybe?—and then your housemate's low, accented answer bounces off the walls of your shared hallway.

“Yeah, you alright?”

“The mouse,” you say helplessly.

“Ah.” It’s not the first time you’ve summoned him for this. “Be right there.”

A few seconds later, you remember to tack on a hurried disclaimer: “I’m live, by the way!”

“I know.”

This brings a bashful smile to your face, though the expression quickly turns to one of pure dismay when you return to your desk and witness the disastrous state of your chat.

Felix has become a regular guest on your stream by now, always popping in to show you a TikTok or ask for your opinion on a new pair of jeans or simply give your camera an awkward wave—but he may as well own your channel with how completely and unequivocally he has captured the hearts of your viewers. They’re convinced he’s the sexiest person to ever grace the earth, with his chiseled features and coffee-colored eyes; with a grin that could set entire estates on fire and a voice that could scrape the nadir of the Grand Canyon.

Do you agree? Absolutely.

Do you have any intention of voicing this sentiment, so long as you’re splitting rent with him? Absolutely the hell not.

Another of Jeongin’s messages—GET ME HIS NUMBER OR I GET VIOLENT—inspires you to minimize the stream window before Felix gets here. It’s for the best.

A few moments later, the door opens, and the air shifts inside your room. A hand comes to rest on the top of your head; a familiar silhouette appears in your periphery. There is a fond grin plastered across your face and a bright greeting sitting readily on the tip of your tongue.

But then, Felix places a plate of freshly cut fruit in the empty space to the left of your keyboard—here, he hums, the sound falling against the shell of your ear like a drop of melted chocolate. And the gears of your brain grind to a complete stop.

There is no further acknowledgment; no supplementary explanation for what he's just done. He simply picks up your mouse and gets to work.

The words of your tweet swim dizzyingly before your eyes, not unlike those halos of stars and birds that revolve around disoriented cartoon characters. And you’re suddenly, achingly aware of your roommate's arm nudging against yours as he tinkers away; of the aromas of vanilla and laundry detergent that always come with his proximity; of the heat that’s risen to your face, and the plethora of questions that have surfaced to your mind.

A soft huff of laughter follows a gentle utterance of your name, and you snap out of your trance. Felix’s eyes are glinting with amusement when you meet them.

“It’s been recalibrated,” he says, handing back your mouse. “Just give it a few minutes.”

Your fingertips brush over his palm when you accept the object, and even this blink of contact has your heart performing an elaborate hopscotch routine across the plane of your chest.

It’s either your mom, or…

“Thank you,” you mumble, finally retrieving your larynx from the bottom of the Atlantic.

“Anytime,” Felix returns, and you know he means it. “You need a duo, by the way?"

“Yes, please.”

He gives you a warm smile at this, and there’s a hint of something else—something new—in the curve of his lips. “Give me two.” And he’s gone as quickly as he'd come.

You will never know how Felix slips his phone out of his pocket the second he emerges from your room, his pulse hounding his ears as he turns a nervous gaze upon his screen.

There is now a supersonic blur of messages saturating your chatroom, a colorful cacophony of moving emotes and capital letters, but he is focused wholly on the person in front of the camera and how you slowly lift a hand to your mouth, deathly silent despite your every viewer demanding your comment on the matter, your sanguine cheeks visible even through the gaps of your fingers.

That is all he needs to know.

Felix sinks into the leather of his gaming chair and bends to power on his computer. Only after a deep breath blows past his lips does his smile start to stretch into a grin, every bit as embarrassed as it is relieved.

je0ng1n: no way je0ng1n: no fucking way je0ng1n: my heart fluttered je0ng1n: wtf je0ng1n: how’d you pull HIM??

y/nxx has removed je0ng1n as a moderator of this channel.

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 6 months ago

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When they misunderstand and kiss your cheek - svt 97z

💋Who; Seventeen 97z (individually) x reader 💋What; lil fluff reactions 💋Wordcount; 1.9k 💋Warnings; Very minor profanity.

Read the other versions here; 95z - 96z - Maknae3

-2024 Masterlist-

A/N- That's it! The last of the series! Ah, these were cute and fun to write, even if I wasn't always in the right headspace to write lil fluff pieces, I still enjoyed the process. Thank you to everyone who showed love to these, I appreciate every one of you 💖

💋Seokmin💋 For as long as you can remember, you've always wanted to go to a photo booth with someone important to you and take some fun and cute photos to get printed on a little strip and treasure them. You don't know why exactly you want to do it so much, nor why you've never done so before when the booths are pretty common, it's just never happened. And if there's anyone you know will do it with you without question, it's Lee Seokmin. So one day you send him a mood board with a few photosets on it and tell him you want to do that with him. As suspected, Seokmin doesn't even ask a question besides "when?" A few days later, the pair of you are excitedly rushing through the shopping centre to the booth he promises you has the best filter options as if he's some kind of photo booth expert. Though he does turn out to be correct, at least as far as you're aware because there are some really cute filter options which you're excited to try. It goes exactly how you expect for a while, the two of you grinning pressed together on the bench and making funny faces and dramatic poses for the camera. Clearly, Seokmin had really paid attention to the photosets you sent him because he's leading you into some of the poses you can recall. You don't remember them all because honestly, you hadn't paid that much attention to the specific photos and just the general vibe. So you really hadn't noticed that most of the sets you sent him included some kind of cute cheek kiss photo. Therefore, Seokmin really can't be blamed for thinking you want that particular pose seeing as it featured so much. A pose you hadn't even noticed. Unbeknownst to you, Seokmin has been working himself up to this the entire time, the whole morning really. It feels like a big move, to kiss your cheek even if he's most certainly kissed most of the guys' cheeks many times. But this feels pretty fucking monumental, honestly.

You're just about to ask him if he wants to add a filter when he starts to lean in after taking a quick inhale to steady his nerves, the clicker in his right hand ready. The photo he happens to take is frankly, hilarious. He hadn't expected you to turn to talk to him right then and you certainly had not expected him to kiss you so what he winds up capturing when he presses the clicker is both of you wide-eyed and lips touching. "Uh," Seokmin starts when he gathers himself and leans back rapidly, cheeks flaming red in a way that matches yours. "I didn't know you were turning." "I didn't know you were…leaning in?" You look genuinely bewildered. "What exactly were you doing?" "Kissing your cheek?" His statement curves up into a question as your expression only grows more puzzled by his words. "Like-like the photos!" "What?" "The photosets all have a cheek kiss photo!" "They do?" He nods rapidly. "Oh, I didn't even notice." He deflates a little, well a lot really, you can see the way his embarrassment rapidly turns to disappointment. "You didn't want me to kiss your cheek?" "Well, I mean, I'm not opposed if you want to." You shrug lightly, trying to play it off as you slide your gaze aside to look at the screen shyly, though you immediately start to laugh at the large photo of you two staring in shock at each other with your lips brushing. "What?" Seokmin looks at the screen and starts to laugh. "We have to print that one." He giggles. "Our first kiss." "First?" "Uh-" He looks at you with wide eyes in alarm, he really had not meant to say that. "It's not even a real kiss." You point out then reach out to gently tug him closer by the collar of his t-shirt. "How about a real kiss this time?" "Seriously?" You nod and then can't help but giggle when he enthusiastically cups your neck with his free hand to lean in quickly. "Don't laugh." He whines. You vaguely register the sound of the booth taking photos. He's looking at you adoringly despite his whine, not that you know that yet, but you will when you have the proof in your hand when Seokmin insists on printing all of the photos you've taken. "You're so eager, it's cute." "I've wanted to kiss you for so long, sweetheart, of course, I'm eager. don't you want to kiss me?" He pouts and you're not entirely convinced it's entirely an act. "Come here, idiot." You tug him in the remaining gap to press your lips to his. Seokmin doesn't forget to press the clicker to capture your first real kiss, though he does very quickly drop it to hold your face and put all of his focus into kissing you breathless.

💋Mingyu💋 A brand Mingyu has an advertisement deal with has sent him a package of their newest products and of course, he shares them with you as you have different skin types and the brand always sends him one of everything to try. So you're both sat on the floor in his living room, headbands on to keep your hair out of your faces and the collection on the coffee table in front of you with two little mirrors. A few minutes ago, he handed you the moisturiser that is apparently designed for your skin type, though you think something has gone very wrong with their formula as it has not dried well at all. Your skin feels all sticky and tacky to the touch, it's pretty gross and you certainly won't be using that again. Mingyu looks over when you mumble his name, his own skin shining with the drying moisturiser he has just finished diligently applying. And he finds you pouting while pressing your cheek slowly. To him, it looks like you want something and all he can think is that you want a kiss on the cheek. Although his stomach is fluttering with nerves at the sudden suggestion, he still shuffles a little closer so that he can lean over and press a kiss to the apple of your cheek. However, when he pulls back, he feels the tackiness on his lips and pulls a slightly disgusted expression while settling back into place and grabbing the packet of face wipes the company supplied. "You're sticky." He comments, tone as impressed as his face shows, which means, not at all. You stare at him for a second then nod slowly. "Yes, I am aware, that's what I was trying to tell you." Mingyu blinks at you dumbly, one hand raised to his mouth as he wipes the sticky residue from his lips. He lowers his hand a little to talk. "Not to kiss your cheek?" "Not to kiss my cheek." Immediately, Mingyu's cheeks flush with embarrassment and he directs his attention back to the mirror to wipe at his lips a little harder around a kind of muffled "oh, sorry." "It's okay," You mumble and hold your hand out. He glances at it and almost takes it into his own, momentarily assuming you want to hold hands but then he puts the packet of wipes on your palm and blushes darker. "I didn't mind." You assure softly as you turn to your own mirror and work on wiping away the product on your skin. "Oh." Mingyu tries not to grin dopily at what is essentially permission to kiss you again. As soon as you're done cleaning your skin, his lips find your cheek again, this time followed by a cute little shy giggle before he hands you a different product to try.

💋Minghao💋 Lately, when you both have a spare few hours, you and Minghao have been watching a fantasy drama full of cute romantic tension between the two main leads. Neither of you had realised just how romance-focused the show is when you started and at first thought it might be a bit weird to watch so many kissing and suggestive scenes together, but it's not been as bad as either of you assumed. In fact, you both find yourselves playfully mimicking the actors quite a lot, it helps to remove the tension that builds otherwise. A tension that has been growing thicker and more obvious over the past months between the pair of you, both of you are aware of it but aren't sure if making a move is wise. You both value your current relationship and ease far too much to want to risk it. Though it comes to a head one afternoon when you're both sat on his couch tucked up under the same blanket with your snacks and the AC on because it's not cold at all, the blanket just feels too cosy and you're used to sharing it from this routine starting in winter. Of all the scenes to cause something to happen between you, it's a very cute one, with no suggestive remarks, and no tension on screen. The main female lead skips up to the main male lead and silently asks for a kiss by cutely pouting and turning her cheek towards him. Of course, he kisses her cheek and that's that, they share an adoring smile and go about their business. Without even thinking about it, you copy her action, pouting and tilting your cheek, just because you think it's a cute action and are used to copying the actors at this point. You really hadn't expected Minghao to be paying you any attention and to follow along. But then his lips are on your cheek and you freeze momentarily. "I think you do it cuter." He informs smoothly as he leans back and gently turns you to face him with his long fingers pressed tenderly against your jaw. Your eyes lock and despite there having been so many chances before now, so many moments full of pure tension, this is the moment that changes everything. "Can we stop pretending that we're going to be able to be friends for the rest of our lives?" "We're not going to be friends?" You reply quietly, heart thumping and certain you know what this means but you don't want to skip any scenes of your own love story. "I still want to be friends, yes, I care about you too much and love being friends with you to not be friends. But I want to be more," "Best friends?" You can't help but tease. Minghao's face drops for a second into his trademark unimpressed expression but he quickly breaks and chuckles. "Best friends and romantic partners sounds perfect to me. What do you say?" "I say it's about time." "Then can I kiss you somewhere else this time?" "Xu Minghao!" You gasp scandalised in the most theatric of ways. "We've just started our relationship and you're already trying to get me in bed, what would-" He cuts you off by leaning in and slotting his lips against yours. You giggle happily and tilt into the kiss. "Are you going to be this dramatic our whole relationship?" He hums when the short kiss breaks, brushing his nose against yours with a fond smile on his lips. "I am. Regret this yet?" "I can never regret you." And to prove his point, he kisses you again with all the months of pent-up affection spilling out to seep through your parted lips and down into your chest, filling it entirely as your own affection fills his in return.

A/N- I think I have ruined myself with the Hao one, why did I make it so soft and sweet omg

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not-goldy · 5 months ago

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I ain't gonna lie. For the first time I been thinking about Jikook locked away isolated together in the middle of nowhere all day every day serving and now seeing how they can't stop bickering. I really hope they haven't gotten in there and started cause it's way stressful in there, then it is in a cozy camper in the peaceful woods, that had them bickering in 5 minutes of arriving. I been thinking about that all day. I also was thinking about JK saying he wants to do this after military for years with Jimin and I am really hoping Military doesn't break that plan and hinder it in any way when they come out. I hope they come out the same. They'll be different, but I hope also the same. I am also hoping that pent up tension they had, was completely out of their system before they enlisted. Like got everything off their chest. I mean as soon as they got a break, they just kinda went their separate ways tho riding with other people. Not saying that's bad or anything since they were going back home together, but dang, they really push the hell out of each other's buttons for attention. They been doing this for years and know their dynamic better than we do tho and for all we know this is how they've always been in private, but what we were seeing of them in OT7 was more contained, edited and watered down and subdued because of the Hyungs around them keeping them in check. No wonder RM was ready to fight the staff for putting him with Jikook. For the first time, I get it RM, I feel you man. I feel for all their Hyungs, cause they're both totally unhinged and wild as hell. lol Gotta love them.

Bickering? Sorry I'm not gonna read that.

When Yoonmin "bicker" its cute cos they giving old married couples vibe

When Kook rough handles Jin its a match made in heaven. When he stresses Namjoon out its a boy crush.

But when Jikook "bicker and rough house" it's weird and unheard of right?? Even though they are literally the same person's in those other dynamics.

We been here before several times and yall are starting to get on my nerves yall remember when jimin and Kook were drunk playing soccer or football and he shoved Jimin so hard I nearly passed out seeing that??

Or when Jimin injured his leg after breaking Jungkook's mosquito net and falling as he was being chased off by Jungkook???

This is them. They not doing nothing we haven't seen or heard them do before.

Jimin asks him to carry a heavy table and he goes carry it Jimimshi you're strong you got this.

I don't think they both would do this or want to do this if they felt they had to be anything BUT THEMSELVES.

If their interaction makes you uncomfortable to watch perhaps it should be a sign to you that you've over romanticed them.

Of course this is THEM like what ain't you understanding 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

THIS IS JIKOOK TOOOOO AH

Remember when we talked about what we expected from the show and yall asked me and I said I want to know what Jikook's idea of entertainment is????

This is them curating a show for you - a show they think showcases their dynamic sells their chemistry and is entertaining- so to hear you say all this as if they were sneak filmed and unaware of their environment or how they coming across to people watching them is difficult to read through.

Like I said they owe us nothing and this is nothing they themselves haven't said to us that they do behind cams. It's just the cameras don't follow them well into those private lives you talk about even though they wish they could follow them and capture that moment.

You are the same people who would have gone feral if Jimin eating out Jungkook's neck was caught on camera but imagine how annoying it would be if JK solos also came on here complaining that was abusive and bullying for him biting Kooks neck like that.

Yall are becoming insufferable stop.

Jimin done told us all about Jungkook whooping him spanking him scolding him manhandling him remember when he said JK whoops him and JK said don't say stuff like that....

However you feel about this part of their dynamic it seems they both enjoy it.

And hybe pays attention to the metrics it saw how engaged sparked each time they shared those glimpses into their private life each time we discussed it raved over it and they know it's something we like to see.

Stop making this something it's not cos yall sounding like delulu solos at this point like what really did you think was going to happen?? Tell me your ridiculous expectations of two closeted queer men and I'll tell you just how delusional you are.

People call them a bunch of smoking vaping alcoholics who chase women up and down the clubs like they collecting Pokémons

If they not gonna show them smoking vaping getting drunk to a stupor chasing and hitting on boys and girls fucking random strangers down the street talking shit bout army and all the people they keeping it on their chest for- what the fuck makes you think they will out themselves like that on their show???

Yall keep reading negative meanings into their relationship and interactions and yet they keep telling and showing yall they want to be together, they enjoy eachother's company and want to do the things yall thing they hate or that is hurting one of them.

Jimin is not afraid to establish boundaries or cut toxic people off and out of his life. If he felt JK was one he knows what to do. He is one to call JK out for not returning texts and calls, for not wishing members a happy birthday for speaking rudely to members for going out to club during Pandemic.

Yes he's manhandling Jimin and yet Jimin will chose to go to the moon to the desert to military

Certain parts of their "private lives" have been censored and will always be censored

Military won't change their plans cos how else would they explain their relationship if not through content

Like yall get that they coming up with these shows to justify why they gotta be together right????

Like yall get that if it's not because they "work" together they SHOULDN'T BE AROUND EACH OTHER ALL THE TIME RIGHT????

THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE LIVING SINGLE LIVES INDEPENDENT LIVES IN SEPERATE HOMES DOING SEPERATE THINGS BECAUSE FOR ALL INTENT AND PURPOSES THEY ARE STRAIGHT

At least to the public eye.

THATS WHAT PEOPLE WHO AREN'T GAY IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH EACHOTHER ARE SUPPOSED TO DO.

AND BELIEVE IT OR NOT THATS WHAT THEY WANT YOU, THE MEDIA AND THE GOVERNMENT TO BELIEVE🙂

UNTILL THEY ARE OUT THEY WILL ALWAYS GIVE PERFORMATIVE HETERSEXUALITY

AND UNTILL ONE OF THEM TRANSITIONS AS A TRANS WOMAN THEY WILL ALWAYS ACT LIKE THE BOYS THAT THEY ARE

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omghallucinations · 1 month ago

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enhypen heeuseung: wow this is a lot of nurturing benevolent energy especially for someone with a relentless work ethic and need to succeed???

psa: i went into this cold! i have seen clips of this boy off tiktok and i listen to enhypen's music a lot but idk him well, so lmk if this resonates from what u see lmao

wow, i am genuinely impressed! i would trust him with a lot more responsibility than your average man. there is a lot of empathy and compassion and sense of responsibility to others here! capture my heart, why don't you????

ok let's get started.

birth time unknown, my nemesis! well, we've got a range for his moon (21° virgo to 5° libra). no clue about rising, angles, etc etc etc. but! we can dispositor tree.

we've got a mutual reception tree, where venus and mercury rule each other.

someone with a mutual reception tree:

diplomatic

sees other people's perspectives

negotiator

two dimensions of the personality, might lean one way or the other

libra mercury has more influence unless his moon is in libra in which case that branch moves over to venus.

either way we can see his primary actors are gonna be : anxious kind of (self) critical art/relationships vs. diplomatic communication. the work ethic (saturn) also is important (saturn is in charge of mars, his willpower, who is very strong in capricorn), so is the moon (emotions, security needs) and jupiter (beliefs, travel, learning). question--does he have... anxiety? either way probably good to have him on a team bc he can smooth over conflict well.

unsurprisingly his libra sun is way down on the list of influence!! a libra sun is in its fall. a planet in its fall is like stranded somewhere where it does not have any currency, does not speak the language, has no idea what is going on. like it's still around but boy is it confused. libra suns + identity issues 4-ever. libra sun is leaky. the moon and rising are gonna be more influential, and in this case virgo vibes regardless of moon--venus in virgo wields influence over his sun.

ok so just ran into a problem that made me almost rage quit this entire post lmao--at around 8:45 pm virgo venus becomes libra venus. ugHHH this would change a shit ton. he seems like a day chart person though right??? i don't really know much about him idk!! i'm gonna move forward under the assumption that he has virgo venus and if it turns out he was born after 8:45 pm i'm gonna be pissed

cardinal squares and oppositions: rest??? but how could i provide for the family/for the good/for society if i rest??

right away there's a t-square-- jupiter opposite mars, mars square sun/mercury, sun/mercury square jupiter. t-squares are like... hey girl you ever repressed an emotion??? but also they are insanely productive. no one is gonna rest with a square.

cardinal oppositions and squares: activity, drive, FIX the PROBLEM right NOW, only god can stop me, allergic to asking for help capricorn mars: i am in control thus everything that goes wrong is my fault because i could have probably prevented it with willpower clearly i didn't eat enough spirulina or do enough planks cancer jupiter: ♫ we are the world ♫ we are the children ♫ we are the ones who make a brighter day so let's start giving ♫ mars opposite jupiter: i will INSPIRE the BELIEF into everyone!! there is no such thing as overcommitting!! i can take on infinite tasks!! so can you, believe in yourself!! capricorn opposition cancer: spare the rod spoil the inner child no wait we need to focus on nurturing, let's go work no let's go home, safety is through success no wait safety is through the family,

but never fear, squares are here! an opposition may fight forever, but a square comes to some kind of understanding or at least working relationship

capricorn square libra: ah let me rephrase, in a way that is pleasing to you and me, that actually the greatest goal is diplomacy... i mean we're going to do it my way but i will absolutely compromise because i am civil and refined... so... cancer square libra: wait i have no idea what is going on right now or what i'm feeling lol? um could someone... help me.... i'm totally fine giving up completely actually... idk... i really need family/friends to identify myself... ha ha... mars square sun: i know what i want and i will go after it! i must achieve or who am i??? i can never rest i always have to be Doing. my daddy/mommyfamily issues are not the point and have nothing to do with my need to succeed!! mars square mercury: uh what were we talking about haha? jupiter square sun: i will give u the shirt off my back i will give you my last protein bar i believe in growth and freedom and i am definitely as confident as i act like i am ha ha why would you think i wasn't??? jupiter square mercury: i have a great wide angle view of the world and humanity and stuff, also i overheard someone say something one time and completely misinterpreted the situation!! but it's okay i am focused on the future... the possibilities...

lol this is someone who has a really really rEALLY hard time resting. has he ever been injured?? if so, that must have fucking sucked for him. very Achievement Orientated but not in a selfish way, honestly much more focused on the group rather than the self--with the cardinal squares, he has no aries involved. it's all about the society (capricorn) the family (cancer) and the group/relationships (libra).

ahh it reminds me of someone who works 5x harder than other people and someone's like, omg leave some for the rest of us why are you working so hard it makes us look bad, and he's like "..." because it's not about putting himself above someone else! he's not succeeding at you, ok! he is doing so for you, be grateful, god.

mutable opposition: peter pan syndrom

gemini saturn opposes sagittarius pluto, this is generational but also a fun and cute opposition imo. i mean not pluto-saturn, that fully blows, but gemini-sagittarius!

gemini-sagittiarius: talkative, restless, Eternal Youth, down with the kids, subjective v objective, scattered v whole, fox v hedgehog

yay!!!!

however...

saturn-pluto: :(

saturn = anxiety fear and pluto = deep core terror, so together... mm. can be a fear of power, fear of power being put on him, fear of having power himself--heeseung may kind of dodge any leadership roles because he doesn't really trust himself.

saturn-pluto is usually very suspicious of people in authority anyway. can go back and forth between constructing and deconstructing, rules and no rules, i am a good little capitalist v burn all banks. you know what i mean!!

with this and heeseung's capricorn-libra square, he has a lot of stuff around authority and fairness.

let's talk air trines!

you can see an exact trine between heeseung's libra sun and his aquarius uranus--he's not too fussed about fitting in but he is very fussed about equality and equity and humanity and stuff. he has a talent for fairness. also he's lowkey weird with that uranus-mercury trine. idk if he shows this, but he is absolutely very strange.

with the trine from mercury to saturn, his work ethic is natural to him, and he has an ability to be responsible you don't always see with the amount of air energy lol.

also he's super wise and can leave shit in the past when he needs to. i would trust this guy with a lot of responsibilities actually! he has the ability to put his own ego aside and make the decision that's best for the collective even if it's worse for himself, SUPER rare.

damn... i may have to stan??

also uranus mercury and saturn are all retrograde (and neptune) so he's gonna have to unpack a lot of stuff in his life, he's on an Individuation Journey, lots of karmic untangling, go with god my past life baggage buddy

venus-moon conjunction: 🥺

on the left, 12:00 am. on the right, 11:59 pm. either way, we've got a venus-moon conjunction, it's just how close the conjunction goes.

dude i may really have to stan. this is such an adorable conjunction. is he a mama's boy? he might be.

he is so sensy and also is afraid of hurting other people's feelings. he feels rejected easily (maybe less than some people with this placement, bc of his other aspects) and assumes everyone feels rejected easily too, so he is very careful. people pleaser to the max. very sensitive to criticism, probably wants to fix everything immediately if he feels like he made a mistake even if was barely a mistake. girl same, mood.

it's a really good thing he has that capricorn mars and the cardinal opposition/squares because they keep him from being too delicate or yielding, gives him the willpower to move through hurt and things like that. moon-venus conjunction can be too accommodating but capricorn mars hates accommodating so it's a good balance.

hm he might have some gender things, like traditional beliefs around gender. idk if they are actually true to his personality though--it seems more like expectations he was raised with and in some ways they counter his actual personality, but he holds onto them anyway.

and whoever he gets with... you may have to deal with an overly involved mother-in-law.

venus-moon... square chiron: in conflict with his Wound, like it fuels his sensitivity but also there is maybe a feeling of... all is not how it seems, like he may not totally believe someone when they tell him they love him. bright side he is really really caring. (also his chiron is conjunct his south node... hm something is up with his childhood. his mom might be overcompensating for something she feels guilty about that happened to him when he was a kid? idk.) square lunar nodes: essential for his soul's growth--he's gonna have to deal with his own emotional safety needs and relationships in order to Grow. his south node in capricorn is very "workaholic" and his north node in cancer is very "learn to focus on ur own life and family", so that's clear. also at 0°, his lunar nodes are very potent. opposite pisces lilith: virgo v pisces is very martyr vibes, very rescuer or being rescued, he might have a tendency to want to save people that is actually about him wanting himself to be saved? very service-orientated though but he'll need to look that in the face to see what's underneath that need

fixed stars & asteroids & stuff

heeseung's sun is conjunct the fixed star spica. damn he's got some guardian angels. this is the star of protection and benefit. pure dose of helpful energy. you don't always get what you want but you get what u need.

saturn is conjunct the asteroid vesta, who is all about commitment. leadership vibes. he may shun the leadership role but it's after him anyway. when he says he's gonna do something he does it. trustworthy, needs to Believe in something to commit to it.

damn this is good boy disease. what the hell dude. do we have to be so virtuous??? god!!!

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well!! i am still pausing my enhypen deep dive until i look at all of their charts so we will see, but what do u guys think his he more this one or that one?

actually this is extra hard edition because libra moons and moon conjunction venus are like. super similar lol. PEOPLE PLEASERS.

anyway. is he more overthinker or compulsive smoother-over? what's the vibe?

thank u for joining me on this journey. i've learned a lot and now my heart hurts but i too am air dominant so i don't wanna talk about it :)

#enhypen astrology #heeseung astrology #kpop astrology

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oh-no-another-idea · 4 months ago

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OC in Fifteen

Thanks so much for the (old!) tags, @indecentpause and @thegreatobsesso! You can see Darcey and Callie there if you'd like :) Filling this one out for Antonio West from Invisible Girl <3

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

“An accident—” he stuttered, “Most unfortunate—and unintentional—you mustn’t think—”

“What,” he said, “None of you have stomachs? None of you eat?”

“I swear I wasn’t trying to get you killed when I invited you in here,” Antonio said, “It really was to show you the music piece.”

“Say,” Antonio said, setting his glass down. “Can you eat oysters? They’d be alive—they wouldn’t disappear! Just think of it, you’re eating, and everyone can see an oyster slipping and sliding down your invisible throat and into your stomach.”

Antonio laughed again. “Say—” he said, his opening to something rather dumb, Velia was learning. “You’re a hoot. I wish more people were like you.”

“You’re not a thing,” he said sharply.

Antonio turned and looked at Velia. “Blaspheme aside, you’re looking very nice, Madam God.”

“Not when I’m president,” Antonio muttered, but let the point drop.

“Boys, you’re ruining my confession,” Antonio interrupted, still on the floor and making a pinched face as though his head was bothering him.

“How dare you, Velia. I am the picture of thoughtful.”

“Yes, that was rather evocative, wasn’t it. I know I have a pen somewhere—” he looked back and forth, noticed the state of his bedclothes and went back to his beet sandwich. “Ah well. The best art can’t be captured.”

“Sir, are you familiar with this metal pole? May I further acquaint you with it?”

“Sorry,” Antonio said, not sounding very sorry at all. “But, I’ve always operated under honesty is the best whatchamacallit and all that.”

“Can we go back to me criticizing you?” Antonio asked hopefully.

“Sandwiches!” Antonio cried when they arrived, and immediately stood to unwrap and announce like the commentator at a horse race.

@leahnardo-da-veggie @pheita @paintedbutton @writingrosesonneptune @half-hell

@sleepyowlwrites @eccaiia @reneesbooks @ashen-crest @avrablake go wild!!! (if you'd like to)

#tag games #oc in fifteen #antonio west #wip: invisible girl

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cambion-companion · 2 years ago

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Waterfall

Based on this Anon ask: I'm not the biggest fan of modern aus but i cant stop thinking about showering with aemond, watching the water cascade from his hair to his neck, his torso and then lower. I think he'd love a good piping hot shower while i just stand there, thoughts of getting clean thrown out of the window (theres also a thought of getting railed from behind while under the shower but its too early for this 😂)

With some encouragement I decided to turn this into a fic under a waterfall, enemies to lovers vibe like my other fic, Captured.

And since all my fics are getting flagged for community guidelines whether they need it or not I've decided to earn it this time with some smut so 18+ only pls

Aemond x fem!reader | making love under a waterfall

"Aemond, please, let's stop!" You called ahead; your hands bound with heavy rope in front of you were beginning to ache in earnest. "It's hot." You muttered as an aside to yourself, wishing you could shed a couple layers.

Up ahead, Aemond paused, turning slightly towards you but not meeting your gaze.

He hadn't looked at you directly since taking you prisoner.

You heard him curse you under his breath.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" You snarked as he stomped back to where you waited.

That got a reaction, Aemond's fiery lilac eye caught you and you found yourself wishing he'd look away. Aemond yanked at your bonds, causing you to stumble forward. Your foot caught a tree root and you fell forward, hard, against the Targaryen's chest.

"Get up." Aemond hissed in your ear, supporting you by your elbows and helping you regain your footing.

"You really have turned into quite an ass since last we met." You grouched, watching as he pulled unsheathed his dagger. "Is that a dagger, or are you just happy to see me?"

"If you don't stop your inane quips, I will show you how much of a dagger this is."

"Tetchy."

With a fluid movement Aemond had cut through the rope that bound your hands and you were free. For a clear second of insanity, you thought of trying to run. You settled for rubbing your sore wrists and glowering at the prince. "Tell me again why you couldn't just whisk me back to King's Landing on a dragon."

"Too high profile." Aemond answered, stowing his knife and beginning to scan the area for a place to set up camp. Of course, you had been designated pack carrier. "Mother wants you back alive and...unspoiled."

"Ah, so you're still a mommy's boy." You slipped the heavy pack off your shoulders, letting it fall heavily to the earthen floor.

Aemond considered you for a moment, before tilting his head, smiling slightly. "Yes."

"I guess that should be a relief." You muttered, rolling your shoulders. "Well!" You clapped your numb hands together. "I'm off!"

With that, you turned on your heel and began descending the forested hill toward the enticing river you could hear rushing nearby.

A firm hand grasped your elbow, halting your progress. "Just where are you thinking of escaping to?"

You turned back to Aemond, trying your best to maintain the debonair mask of indifferent confidence. "Hear that river?" You cupped a hand around your ear for emphasis. "I'm going to take a bath."

"You've no soap." Aemond looked you over dubiously, making you feel self-conscious despite yourself.

"You royals and your luxuries." You sniffed disdainfully. "I'm sure I'll manage."

"How will I know you aren't running away?" Aemond shook his silver head. "No, you're not going anywhere I can't see you."

"You're welcome to join me." You looked at him seductively through your lashes, the effect quite ruined by your state of current filth. "Aemond please. I smell like a barn set afire." You lifted your arms, shuffling toward him. "Give me a hug."

Aemond back away hastily, holding up his hands to fend you off, a begrudging smile curving his lips. "No no! Alright, go clean yourself. Take no longer than strictly necessary or I will come find you."

"Promises, promises!" You were already skipping down toward the river, giggling at the prospect of submerging your hot sticky body in cool water. You even tricked yourself into thinking you heard Aemond laughing behind you.

It was even better than you had anticipated.

A small pool surrounded by rocks and trees lay glistening sapphire beneath the afternoon sun, fed by a small waterfall. You quickly shed your clothes before wading into the cool waters. It was as though this little pool had been crafted by the gods specifically for you. You swam over to the other side of it, flipping onto your back, letting the silken water soak through your dirty hair.

The perfect plants for creating a sudsy lather from their crushed leaves were growing all around the river. You were quick to take full advantage of them, cleaning your grimy skin and sighing in relief.

Time passed, you had cleaned your body as well as your clothes and laid them out on the rocks to dry. You could see smoke curling above the trees from where Aemond must've set up camp. Smiling to yourself you swam laps around the edge of the pool, cupping your hands beneath the waterfall and running them through your hair.

"Y/N!"

"Shit, Aemond!" You didn't bother to hide your naked torso in the water, looking at him over your shoulder. "Oh dear, are you alright? You're turning an alarming shade of red."

"Enough games, Y/N." He crossed his arms, eye focused on your face. "I told you I would come retrieve you if you took too long."

"It's almost as if you don't trust me."

"I don't."

"Oh come on, Aemond." You grumbled, turning your body fully to face him, the water lapping around your waist.

Aemond couldn't help but glance down, passing a hand over his face and swearing lightly.

"You must be hot and dirty as well. Come on in, this river is big enough for the two of us." You waded fully back into the water, Aemond watched you move with an odd expression on his face. "You can trust me. We were childhood friends after all."

"You've changed." His tone made your cheeks flush. "Fine." Aemond began shedding his own clothing, seemingly not caring if you watched him undress.

"Splendid!" You gathered more fronds of the soap substitute you'd created. "There are plants here that I've crushed up to create a soap-like substance. We can wash your clo-"

In your distraction you hadn't noticed Aemond, devoid of any articles of clothing, wading over to the waterfall. He had already created a lather from the same plants you had used and was vigorously washing his long sleek hair beneath the cascading water.

"Well that's completely unfair." You spoke to yourself, your eyes roaming along the planes of his body.

He was lean, not broad and muscular like the men at the farm you worked at. The planes of his torso were defined, and you enjoyed watching the rivulets of water run down his pale skin.

"Suddenly shy?"

Your eyes flicked guiltily back up to his angular face. He had shed his eyepatch; a glittering blue gemstone lay within where his right eye used to be. You had left King's Landing before that had happened to him.

You moved through the water towards him, his hands stilled in his hair as he watched you approach. You noticed his plush lips part slightly, his lilac eye dilating slightly as he took in the sight of you walking slowly out of the water.

You were close enough to touch him now. Your fingers sought his face first. Aemond's eye fluttered closed as you traced his jaw, he caught your wrist before you could caress the vertical scar that ran over his eye. "Don't."

"Aemond." You said softly, your brow furrowing as you gazed at each other. You watched a droplet of sparkling water run down the sapphire gem, catching on his face like a tear. "Please." You breathed, not quite sure what it was you were asking for. Forgiveness? Acceptance?

"Why did you leave?" His voice was low, yet it cut through you like a knife. "I need to know."

"My family didn't want me to be Helaena's handmaiden. They pulled me away, and I didn't have a choice but to obey."

"You could've fought them."

"I was a child, Aemond. You know that's not true."

"Hmm."

Silence fell between the two of you, the rushing water splashing against your skin the only sound. Aemond's grip on your wrist loosened enough for you to cup his face once more. He hesitated, on the brink of something, before turning his head and placing a kiss to your palm. Your breath caught. "Kiss me."

He regarded you, his eye gleaming. You stepped closer, closing the remaining distance and pressing your chest to his, letting him feel your skin against his. You tilted your head up invitingly, your lips inches apart.

Droplets of water caught the sunlight, glimmering as they fell off Aemond's face. He bent into you, time seemed to slow, a rushing sound not at all to do with water filled your ears. You felt his soft lips press against your parted mouth. Your groans of relief vibrated into each other as Aemond wrapped his arm around your lower back, pulling your further against his body. You giggled, feeling the smooth skin of his back, trailing your hands up to tangle in his hair, pulling slightly on the soaked locks, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the prince.

"What have you done to me?" Aemond murmured, nibbling your bottom lip and along your jaw.

"Not one day has gone by I haven't thought of you." You arched your neck as he began sucking bruises to your throat.

He spun you around, pressing up behind you, his arousal evident against the curve of your ass. Water dripped onto your back, running in tickling rivulets down your sensitive skin. Your palms lay flat against the stone wall as Aemond bowed you beneath him, kissing a trail down your neck to your shoulders.

You felt his long fingers running up your legs, you widened your stance, parting your thighs for him.

"So eager." He purred, biting your shoulder gently. "You've been anticipating this for a while now, haven't you?"

Words escaped you as Aemond's fingers found your slippery quim, dipping into the nectar that was leaking from you, dragging a mewl from your mouth. You rocked your hips back into his touch, needing more of him.

"Patience, my flower." Aemond's mouth had found your ear, you turned your face into him, your hooded eyes focused on his lips. "I intend on savoring every inch of you, having you come undone around me until your legs can no longer hold your weight."

Aemond made more than good on that promise, the sound of the waterfall swallowing up your cries of pleasure as Aemond claimed you beneath its waters.

Your fingers were sore from where they had gripped the stone, in fact every muscle was aching in the most pleasant way possible. You felt lightheaded even now as you lay bundled in blankets next to the sparking fire, your head resting on Aemond's chest, his arms circled low around you, his dry hair falling over your throat in a silvery sheen.

You felt his fingers combing through your own hair, leaning into his relaxing touch, allowing your eyes to close as the firelight played warmly across your face. Your clothes were drying near the flames, Aemond's touch beneath the blanket moved to cup the swell of your breast tenderly. Beneath your head you could feel his breathing deepen, his fingers in your hair faltering and stilling.

You didn't know what the morning would bring, not wanting to think beyond this magic moment. When you and Aemond were two lovers alone in the forest, just the two of you. No politics, no jaded history, no dragons or kings.

Just a man and a woman who had always loved each other.

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taylorrepdetective · 6 months ago

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Story time.

One of my all time favorite movies is Office Space. If you know that movie, you will be familiar with the Red Stapler:

For me, the red stapler is a perfect symbol of the ridiculousness of office life. While the stapler itself doesn’t perfectly symbolize the performative nature of much of office work (water cooler talk, networking, trying to look busy all the time, dressing the part,) it has become a symbol of the movie, which captures perfectly the disillusionment with and existential dread we have about the workplace, whether you’re a waitress, lab tech, engineer, accountant, or dare I say, entertainer.

So quite a few years back, I suffered a fairly debilitating work burnout, accompanied by some pretty dire personal stuff going on at the same time and one of my coping mechanisms was to take on a newer, “better” attitude about my job. To quote the guy from fight club: “you are not your job”. That became my mantra. I quit the job I hated, and used the good will and connections I had established over years of good, hard work to get a new job. They loved me! They gave me lots of money, a good title and a boss who was in a different country, an 11 hr flight and 9 hrs in the future away. Armed with my new attitude, I bought myself a red Swingline stapler, which was entirely staple-free, and placed it on my desk to serve as a reminder that none of it matters, and I set about doing as little work as possible for as long as I could get away with it. No one noticed the symbolism of my red stapler, but it made me smile and helped keep me going.

One day, we hired someone new. This girl was kind of a “cool girl”. Like, you could tell she wasn’t your typical office worker. And then one day she walked past my desk and said “I love your stapler” with a wink. Ah! Someone gets it! It made me so pleased. So pleased that I still remember it and tell this story from time to time. Someone saw my joke, and I imagined they had a small window into my outlook on life and maybe they felt the same. I felt seen.

So this job sort of got weirder and weirder over the course of a year. I started getting lay-off vibes toward the end of that year. I had less and less to do, I barely showed up (I was hybrid before there was a word for it), and I was pretty sure the products we were working on had little to no value. My boss was on the other side of the world and didn’t seem to care what I did. And still my stapler sat. It was biding its time for its big moment, but I didn’t know that then.

So finally, one year and one day after I got this job, I got that dreaded meeting invite with HR first thing in the morning, and I sighed and said well I guess I’m getting laid off, and went in and yes, I and 65% of my colleagues were done and I needed to leave today. Those who had been here a year would get a generous severance. Oh how fortunate for me that I had been there one year and one day! I said “ok but you know no one else here knows how to do what I do and I’m afraid the product is going to suffer because my work is very important” (it actually was, just not 40 hrs a week important) and they said “yes we know, and we were hoping you’d become a part-time consultant for us” and I said “sure I can do that, but my rate is twice as much as I’m currently getting paid” and they said “we understand and that’s fine” and so I left my layoff meeting with a severance package, a full bonus, and a promise of a consulting contract. Later that day, they called and said “so we have been informed that the work you’re doing is actually super important right now and we’re wondering if you’d continue working as you have been for the next week while we work out your contract. We promise to pay you as soon as the contract is signed.” Well dear reader, I sat there and looked at my red stapler and thought of poor Milton getting his desk moved into the basement and they stopped paying him without telling him and I did the smoking duck head shake and I said “sure!” while mumbling I could set the building on fire.

So I sat there and worked for free for a week while they fucked around with my contract and then they paid me for a month at double my usual pay to do the very little work I needed to do while I looked for a new job, got one almost immediately and gave 2 weeks notice.

On my last day, as I was leaving I took a Post It note and wrote “For you. Good luck!” stuck it to the red stapler and left it on the desk of the office cool girl who would Get It. Later she sent me a LinkedIn message thanking me and said it made her laugh.

I wish I could say we got together and now we’re married or something, but alas, this is a true story not fanfiction, so I never saw her again.

But the lessons of the red stapler remain, and I am now in a much healthier place with my employment (and personal life,) somewhere between being too-invested-so-I-will-burnout:

And being this guy:

Sometimes I do miss my red stapler though.

#sometimes your performance art is just for you but it’s still awfully nice when someone else gets it too #Sarah also got the stapler immediately when I told her about it.#which is why we vibe so well #I hope this doesn’t ruin my chances of getting hired by tree #this is about Taylor swift

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bearlytolerant · 9 months ago

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15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Tagged by @thevikingwoman thank you!

These are from a wip and it’s Gwyn from dragons dogma 2. Putting below the cut for length.

1. “A senseless request when you are all that consumes my thoughts now.”

2. Ah, another pretty boy in distress. Shall I throw you over my shoulder then?”

3. “You can leave, if you wish. Know I would miss you dearly, if you choose that path, but my joy is brightest when you are defying what destiny has ordained for you.” She reaches up to tuck a stray hair behind his ear. “And you shine brightest when your actions are of your own volition.”

4. “Raise your hand against her again and I’ll wear your fingers as charms on a chain around my neck.”

5. “Now if I told you that, it would no longer be a well kept secret now, would it?”

6. “Do you three gossip about me as well while I am away?”

7. “Have you lost your senses?” She reels on him in the dark recesses of the dim lit halls, a draft sending a chill down her spine and raising the hairs on her neck. “Times such as these require playing the part of the feckless dullard. Either play the part with me or wait here.”

8. “No, it does not bother me that he takes Disa to his bed. In another world perhaps—“ She laughs. “I have always enjoyed a bit of sugar with my cream.”

9. “If this is my destiny,” she spits, fists balled in seething anger. “If this is only what I was made for in this world, then perhaps I should unmake this world.”

10. She hovers in the doorway, eyes fixated on the bandit leader. “You can milk him all day but I believe this billy goat is better repurposed for slaughter.”

11. “Fear grips my heart nearly every waking hour, but when we are yoked together, I know only courage.”

12. “Senseless from the moment I met you.” She tsks. “You are a fool to think my heart does not ache for you. Not just your touch but those words whispered and carried off by the winds during our midnight trysts.” She takes another brave step toward him. “I miss you and long for you. I did the night we met and even more so now.”

13. “Have you seen the view from here? How unfortunate to have been made arisen. I should have liked to have been made with wings.”

14. “I hear the brine calling and it sounds like it’s begging for supper,” she says and delivers an arrow to its eye.

15. “His objective is dubious at best but I admire him. Though I believe his thorough research methods could be used for better means, his spirit is unwavering in resolve.” She offers a wry grin. “And I’m not just saying that because he carries the same resolve in the bedroom.”

Tagging @ellstersmash @fangbangerghoul @lisa-and-shadow @myreia @staticpallour @a-cosmic-elf @roguelioness and anyone else who sees this and would like to do this for their oc (and no obligations of course)!

#15 lines of dialogue #bear writes #oc: Gwyn #dd2 #she is my life and my muse right now #thanks for the tag viking!#this one was really fun!

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lauvwar-r · 1 year ago

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04 from the start ⸝⸝ library date (gone wrong)

tw. . . minor mentions of blood (again)

beads of sweat (and perhaps tears) ran down your face as you stopped at the second floor of the library. while the ground floor was stockpiled with various books ranging from fiction to non fiction, the upper floor housed an idyllic study and reading space paired with a student-run coffee shop.

the air held an aromatic smell — smoky and earthy which complimented the overall rustic vibe of the place. although artifical, the books and plants that decorated the (what was once empty) shelves and rails suited the place too, capturing the classic academia aesthetic the council were going for. the perfect environment for talking shit about sampo (you're joking. you'd never do that to your best bud sampo... maybe).

unfortunately, you weren't in the mood for that right now because you swear — you were dying.

you wouldn't say you weren't athletic or anything but holy shit, with the way these stairs made you gasp and heave like you just ran a marathon, you'd start to think you were. like — couldn't the school at least afford those flat escalators used in airports and malls?

searching the area for your blonde 'boo-boo bear', you couldn't find him. ain't no way i just got played (dhmu im going home and never going to the library ever again- )

ah. never mind, he's at the table behind you. and man, did he look so cute when he was focused.

surprisingly, he was seated at a circular table a bit far from the others — your favourite spot. why? "so i can stalk geppie from afar obviously!" you once told your friends jokingly. in reality, it was for a totally different reason.

your eyes wandered back to the man in question. he was dead concentrated on his laptop, perhaps trying to fix the dumpter fire of a poster he produced. jaw tightening, he leaned backwards, an adorably annoyed sigh left him as he ran a hand through his messy, blonde locks which caused the silver necklace you gave him to jingle across his chest. god damn, he's so illegally fineeeee.

...but how'd he know that was you favourite spot?

"oh name? you alright?" he asked, finally noticing your struggling form against the railing.

why do i hear wedding bells?

"give me a sec... damn these stairs... im gunna manifest the downfall of whoever made them... " you huffed, shaking your fist like a senile old man.

"uh huh... i uh- wish you good luck on that," gepard replied, patting you on the shoulder stiffly. he's so awkward (i want him). "anyway, as promised, i have your favourite coffee at the table. let's start?"

"'course!" you cheered, thanking the man above for the absolute angel in front of you. but as you were about to grab your drink-

"well aren't we moving fast, huh?" you teased, "holding hands before marriage, geppie? technically not my hand but my wrist... but you know what i mean-"

"...why's your hand bloody?"

"h uh???"

looking down at your right hand, sure enough, it was covered in a liquid layer of crimson that dripped down your palm to your fingers. it seems you had clenched your hand too hard earlier when receiving gepard's text message in the music room, causing small punctures to appear on the palm of your hand.

"...woops?" you shrugged dismissively, "i'll ask a barista for a tissue or something- hey! where are we going? geppie?"

he looked... angry? kinda hot tho-

woah who said that??????

"the infirmary. you should at least wrap the cuts properly," he replied sternly, dragging you towards the exit of the library, your wrist still firmly in his hold. "plus," he started, "shouldn't we already be used to hand holding?"

MASTERLIST ⸝⸝ previous! ⸝⸝ next!

𑁤 sypnosis. despite claiming to be 'rizz master 3000' name has failed to ask out their crush and childhood best friend, gepard, for a few years (L). with this new wave of courage, will this lovestruck idiot be able to confess before gepard buys a house and adopts 3 cats and a bunny with someone else? (this is a joke. geppie will not be adopting 3 cats and a bunny).

notes. . . i actually planned to have this chapter be longer (more than 2x the length of this one) but it was getting too long :( so i apologise for the short chapter. next one will be the other half tho! (also written) so i hope you look forward to it <3 (edit: omg the fucking coffee?!?!?!)

. . .tags @520cafe , @kitsuxiv , @91ed0 , @iridescentsunsetwaters

#💐 ⸝⸝from the start𓂃⸼#gepard landau #gepard x reader #hsr smau #hsr x reader #gepard smau #gepard x gender neutral reader #gepard x gn reader #gepard x you #hsr gepard #hsr x gn reader #hsr x you #hsr #hsr x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail smau #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x you

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the-golden-comet · 6 months ago

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✨🏴‍☠️OC in 15 🏴‍☠️✨

Thank you for this tag, @fortunatetragedy [x], @the-letterbox-archives [x], @drchenquill [x] @indecentpause [x], and @theink-stainedfolk [x] !

We’re bringing out Captain Peter Hart again 🏴‍☠️✨

“Relax, Davey. It was all according to plan.”

“The crew will ROAR at the story: Ah Peter, you rascal! While we were out drinking, you stole from the crown? So bold~!”

“Well, you see: I lied.”

“Well, aren’t you singing a different tune now? Okay, men. Haul his arse back on deck.”

“Eat it, before it gets cold. I got the silver out for you and everything.”

“Aye, but you won’t hurt me. I guarantee you won’t even land a single punch.”

“Again, threats don’t wait until it’s convenient, and they certainly don’t wait for you to catch your breath.”

“Lucky day for you, then. And lucky to leave with your life, but heed me: Any word from you , to anybody , and we’re coming back to cut off your tongue and finish the job. Aye?”

“See Benji, that is what my punches look like. You did good bloodying his nose, though.”

“Good treasure is hard to find, so I need to make sure you’re upkept and looking as good as new…. a few thousand coin is incomparable to a priceless gem such as yourself. So, I’d better take good care of you….so you can continue to shine as brightly as you are.”

“A caged bird will eventually stop singing….and I don’t want to silence that sweet tune.”

“He truly was one beyond evil. I’ve a mind to dig him up and riddle him with lead until the ground’s poisoned.”

“I’m no hero, Benjamin. I’m a pirate….we’re not known to do good things. But I’d gladly paint the ocean red if anyone dared harm you again.”

“I’m not one to break a promise, Benjamin. The waves will never keep us apart. Never. Never.”

“It matters not that you’re a man to me. What matters is you’re mine alone.”

Tagging (no pressure): @saturnine-saturneight , @marlowethelibrarian , @mundanemoongirl , @theaistired , @mauannacreates , @tildeathiwillwrite , @nczaversnick , @thecoolerlucky , @quillswriting , @rotting-moon-writes , @willtheweaver , @aintgonnatakethis , +open tag! ✨

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gabriel-xander · 4 days ago

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Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

33: I Wish It Was Easier

A/N: Gentle reminder that Mc is half Mexican-American, and half whatever ethnicity YOU want! Please enjoy the chapter!

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You find it so fucking funny that the two Sans don’t like each other that much.

You expected Swap-Sans to be friendlier and more open, but that doesn’t apply to his “evil double” apparently. He’s been an absolute doll towards you at the very least, smiling wide with sparkly eyes, hanging onto every word that escapes your lips.

The inside of their home looks nearly identical to the one in your Au (YOUR Au? Is it okay for you to claim it as yours?), with some minor differences.

Actually, it looks like Swap-Sans (S-Sans) and Swap-Papyrus’ (S-Papyrus) rooms haven’t been switched (meaning Swap-Papyrus’ room is still on the left side, and Swap-Sans on the right). There’s that crazy fire show happening beneath the crack of S-Papyrus’ door. And on Swap-Sans’ door was a familiar sign that said:

“KEEP OUT OR SUFFER THE WRATH OF THE TERRIFYING TACO EXTERMINATOR!!”

How cute!

There is no sock and sticky-note war and no pet rock. However, there is a pair of dark green cargo shorts sticky-note war, and a pet succulent plant (it’s obviously plastic) covered in sprinkles.

You and the Sanses were on the couch just talking: you in the middle, S-Sans on your right, and Sans on your left. You and S-Sans are facing each other while Sans opts to sit back on the couch to silently watch and listen to the conversation. You figured that he was more focused on thinking about the current situation and how to get out of this mess you two found yourself in.

If you’re being so fucking real, you have no idea how you’re going to get out of his mess, either.

Lucky for you, you don’t have to worry about this mess for much longer because another mess walks through the front door.

You three look back behind the couch. A familiar tall, lanky, slouched skeleton walks through the door with a tired expression. He’s carrying a limp duffel bag that he drops unceremoniously to the floor, spreading chunks of snow on the poor carpet. Closing the door behind himself, only then does S-Papyrus finally look up.

Wow, this Papyrus looks so much more… You can’t even put the vibes into words. His hoodie is oversized and deep orange. It looks like there’s a wet spot on the chest that could’ve been from melted snow. His cargo shorts are deep green and stop right at his knees. His orange sneakers are missing their laces yet are somehow not falling apart.

S-Papyrus forces a smile, but he does not bother hiding his hesitation and caution as well. His eyes are bouncing constantly between you all.

Slowly, you raise your hand and wave.

Sans gently pushes your hand down.

Aight then.

“uh… hey, bro. didn’t know you had guests over,” S-Papyrus eyes stop on Sans, “who are these people? and why does that other one look like you?”

“AH, PAPYRUS! THERE YOU ARE,” S-Sans fucking vaults over the couch to this younger brother with a teasing grin, “YOU KNOW, IF YOU BOTHERED TO CHECK YOUR MESSAGES, YOU WOULD’VE SEEN THAT I ALREADY HAD INFORMED YOU VIA TEXT.”

“eh, you know i barely look at my phone.”

Nuh, God. Your Sans is terrible at texting, too.

S-Papyrus narrows his eyes at you this time, his smile dropping slightly, “so, who’s the human friend? or did you finally capture another one?”

Sans' grin falters as he scooches closer to you. S-Sans doesn’t notice the growing tension, or maybe he’s pretending it isn’t there at all. The short royal guard tugs at his brother’s sleeve to get his attention.

“BROTHER, LET ME DEBRIEF YOU SOMEWHERE ELSE. I’LL EXPLAIN IT ALL TO YOU.”

S-Sans doesn’t wait for a response, already dragging his younger brother to the kitchen to speak in private. You think he’s trying to protect you by doing that. There was no reason he had to take him to another room.

Your Sans whispers your name, getting your attention. “the fact we got caught by my double is bad enough, but i’m serious when i say this. this pap absolutely cannot know about us and how we got here.”

You nod, whispering back. “Okay, I got it.”

“i don’t like the way he’s looking at you,” Sans adds, completely unnecessary, but you weren’t complaining. “for whatever reason, i don’t want you to be alone with him, okay?”

“Awe, it’s cute you’re protective.” You grin.

His cheeks flush lightly as he rolls his eye-lights, “i’m serious, [y/n].”

“I hear you, I hear you. I don’t really wanna get separated from you when we’re in another Au anyway, so don’t worry,” You gesture vaguely to his shorts pocket, “Uh, by the way, any update on the mini-DJ?”

He frowns, reaching for the device, “no. actually, i-”

Sans immediately retracts his hand when the two skele-bros walk out of the kitchen. Desperate to make his actions look natural and not at all suspicious, his hand ended up going to your face. Brushing his bony fingers against your cheek softly, he snorts.

“you still feel cold,” Sans mutters, “you’re not gonna get human-sick again, are ya?”

You laugh at his sudden change. Your monster’s smile widens; even in these types of situations he enjoys making you laugh. It’s like a reward.

“Nah, I’m not gonna get human-sick again. Hopefully. Maybe… Probably.”

“probably?”

“It’s not like I can control these things, babycakes.”

“ha-ha! never call me that again.”

“What, you didn’t like that? How about baby doll?”

“absolutely not.”

“Baby girl?”

His cheeks flush deeper, “…no.”

“You hesitated there. I think that’s a winner.”

“gotta be honest with you, not sure how i feel about being called baby girl.”

“Would baby boy be better, then?”

“…”

“…?”

“…” Sans looks to the side, “maybe when we don’t have company.”

You flick your gaze to where he’s looking, spotting an amused S-Papyrus and a confused S-Sans right outside the kitchen. You chuckle anxiously as you lean back into the soft couch, ignoring the jingle jangle from the cushions.

You give them awkward finger guns, “‘Sup?”

You hear Sans give a tired sigh.

He wants you so bad.

S-Papyrus has a hesitant smile, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. “‘sup? nice to meet you guys. my bro tells me that he caught you in his trap.”

You nod, “Yeah, it was a good trap.”

S-Sans beams with pride, “WHILE YOU GUYS GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER, I’LL GO AHEAD AND CALL THE HUMAN NOW. I’LL BE RIGHT BACK.”

“wait, why do you have to-”

Poor S-Papyrus is ignored by his older brother. S-Sans practically dashes into his room. Silently, you three losers watch him disappear to his room. He slams the door behind you when he goes in, leaving you all in an awkward standstill.

S-Papyrus and Sans are low-key–high-key glaring at each other. Since Sans’ smile is semi-permanent, his glare is a little more unsettling. Well, you don’t know. You’re so used to your Papyrus looking at you with Tender Love and Care™ that S-Papyrus’ obvious hostility is making your shift uncomfortably.

Wheeelp.

You smack your lips, “Well then! Sorry for our sudden intrusion. Uhm, wanna introduce yourself?”

S-Papyrus gives you the side eye, “you already know my name. my bro just said it.”

Sans decided to take that personally in your honor. “ease up, bud. she’s trying to be nice here. not like you’re going out of your way to be a good host.”

“speaking of, what are you two doing here?”

Sans holds up a hand weakly in surrender, “we’ll be gone soon enough, you don’t need to worry.”

“that’s not what i was asking.”

Oh, God. You feel embarrassed just sitting there. You don’t want to be totally useless here, but what can you even say? It’s obvious S-Papyrus knows what the fuck is going on, and that Sans knows that he knows, but these two are just making the tension worse!

“You know,” You clear your throat hesitantly, “your brother, Sans, is the one who brought us here in the first place, so you can’t exactly blame us for being here. As a matter of fact, as soon as the human child gets here and clears up that I’m a good human-” You gesture to your partner, “-Sans and I will be happy to fuck off.”

Now that you brought attention to yourself, S-Papyrus is looking at you. His eyes, somehow, gives you an obvious once-over. You really don’t think he’s checking you out though, not from how his expression is still tight with suspicion.

“so, who are you supposed to be?” “Ah-ha, uh, what are you talking about?”

“let’s not play dumb. i know about the alternate timelines and universes, too. you don’t look like the human kid that you’re supposed to be. or like the other kid that’s all homicidal.”

You can’t force back the laugh even if you want to. “Dang, that’s kinda brutal. If you knew about all that, you would know it’s not really the homicidal kids' fault… Not all of their fault, at least.”

S-Papyrus’ expression eases up at your laughter. “you can’t really blame me. that kid is such a problem, i swear they’ll be the death of me.”

Oh, nah. You think that’s supposed to be a dark joke, it’s really not funny either. But you think your brain is trying to welcome any and all distractions from how uncomfortable this situation is, that you laugh anyway.

Sans, of course, didn’t like that. Not the joke part, but the fact that S-Papyrus is making you laugh.

“anyway, pal,” Sans sits up straighter, “she’s not any of those humans if that’s what you mean. but that’s not really any of your business.”

It is so fucking funny that Sans is having beef with both S-Sans and S-Papyrus. You hope it won’t always be this way in all the Au’s, but it’s certainly more entertaining. Ah, but it could bite you guys in the ass if you’re not careful.

“Ahem!”

“did you just say ‘ahem?”

You ignore the swap skeleton’s question. “Anyway, my name is [Y/n]. It’s nice to meet you…”

He rolls his eyes (SOMEHOW??? He doesn’t have eye-lights the way Sans does, but you can just tell that was an eye-roll) but still smiles.

“papyrus,” He says, “nice to meet you too, i guess.”

You gesture to the skeleton beside you, “And this is Other Sans!”

Other Sans sulks his shoulders, “seriously?”

As if on cue, the door opens to S-Sans’ room, smile wide while he rushes down stairs.

Here comes the boyyy! Hello, boyyy! There he isss!

“SO!” S-Sans claps his hands together once he makes it to the living room, “GOOD NEWS AND EVEN MORE GOOD NEWS!”

You meet his energy with a smile, “Well, gosh! Give us the good news first!”

“RIGHTY-O! THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT THE HUMAN IS BUSY WITH UNDYNE AT THE MOMENT. THEY’RE STAYING WITH HER FOR A SLEEPOVER TO WATCH ANIME. THEY’LL BE ARRIVING TOMORROW INSTEAD.”

…Fuck.

“and that’s supposed to be the good news?” Sans winces.

“THE EVEN GOODER NEWS, IS THAT IN THE MEANTIME WHILE YOU WAIT, PAPYRUS AND I CAN TEST THE HUMAN OURSELVES!”

You blink dumbly, “Uhh, what? What do you mean? ‘Cause I’m a terrible test taker.”

Honestly, tests should be graded on how much you know, not how fast you know it!

“NO, NOT THAT KIND OF TEST. SINCE THE HUMAN IS JUST A CHILD, MAYBE THEIR JUDGEMENT WON’T BE AS ACCURATE.” Who let S-Sans cook? Get bro out of the kitchen. “TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU’RE SAFE FOR THE HUMAN, I SHOULD FIGHT YOU-”

“No.”

S-Sans blinks, taken aback, “N-NO?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” You shake your head and put your arms up in an X motion. “I’m not a fighter, okay? Let’s get that cleared up right now.”

You can’t have nice things though, what kind of life would this be if things would only go your way? Since S-Papyrus takes the role of the Judge in this Au, he’s able to read your expression perfectly just as your Sans can.

He knows you’re lying. But now Sans knows this as well. Your strength, Sans already knew about. You don’t think you’ve ever let slip that you know how to fight too.

“you don’t gotta lie, you know. you definitely know your way around a fight or two,” S-Papyrus nudges his brother’s side, “i think she’s just scared to fight you, bro. you’re way too strong for some people.”

“Dude…” Why you? Why must you suffer? Why he gotta rat you out like that? “No, seriously. I’m not fighting you. And actually, my reluctance to fight should be proof enough of my pacifism.”

S-Sans crosses his arms and tilts his head, “W… WELL… I SUPPOSE SO… AND, I DON’T REALLY WANT TO FIGHT SOMEONE AS KIND AS YOU…”

Sans, your man in plastic wrap armor, finally joins the conversation. He leans against you while putting his elbow on your shoulder, getting in your space.

“and besides,” He starts, a tinge of something tense lacing his words, “i wouldn’t have let you. [y/n] is my human. you wanna fight a human? go get your own.”

You feel your cheeks heat up involuntarily, “Aww, that’s so romantic of you, Sans.”

“be quiet. now’s not the time.”

“Asshole.”

He sighs.

S-Papyrus sighs as well, “since you haven’t tried hurting anyone, i guess it’s fine…”

Sans snorts, “we didn’t have a chance to do anything, anyway. your brother here captured us.”

“THAT, I DID!!”

This is a lot messier than you thought it would be. Honestly, you were expecting something more wholesome and more “frolicking in a field of flowers,” than whatever the hell is happening now. Though, you guess not everything can be sunshine and rainbows. Still, it's not the worst that it could’ve been.

You smack your lips and twiddle your thumbs. “So… Wanna play cards?”

S-Papyrus shrugs, “sure.”

Nice!

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Instead of pulling out the table that is against the wall, you all decided to just sit in a circle on the floor in front of the TV. You’re sitting closest to the kitchen, S-Papyrus is on your right (his back towards the TV), Sans is on your left (his back to the couch), and S-Sans is right across from you.

This game of Uno is possibly tearing this family further apart.

Unfortunately, S-Sans is the only one who’s bothering to hide his cards, but he has so many, you wouldn’t doubt if he has something good to fuck you all over. You’re close enough to the other two that they can see your cards and you don’t really care. You have a dumb little smile, unaware of the death glares everyone is giving each other when they think you’re not paying attention. But really, you are super aware, you’re just ignoring it because it’s weird.

S-Papyrus places down Yellow 2, so now it’s your turn. You tilt your head and look down at your hand. Hm, you got shit cards, not gonna lie.

S-Papyrus leans close to you, his shoulder lightly brushing against yours.

“You should play a Green card,” He whispers, but loud enough everyone can hear regardless.

Meh.

You shrug and place a Green 2. You should be worried that he’s blatantly looking at your hand, but he hasn’t done anything to fuck you over yet, so you guess it’s fine. That means Sans is next, and it seems S-Papyrus planned his downfall before you realized it.

Sans’ smile twitches and his eye-sockets narrow. “that’s cheating, you know.”

Ah, so he doesn’t have a green.

S-papyrus shrugs, laying an elbow on your shoulder. He leans even closer, getting all up in your space just so he can be closer to Sans.

“it’s not my fault the cards are stacked against you.” S-Papyrus grins cheekily, “‘sides, i didn’t do anything. [y/n] here is the one who played the card.”

“what, would you be too deck-pressed to lose a simple uno game ‘cause you can’t win on your own?” “keep ‘em coming, pal. i’ve got a deck of humor with these puns.”

“You guys are so eeevilll to each other.” You scrunch up your nose, “…My brother, is that honey I smell on you?”

S-Papyrus’ grin widens, “yeah, you like?” “I mean, it’s alright. Honey always smells nice, so…”

“much better than ketchup, am i right?” “OKAYYYY!!” S-Sans jumps to his feet, throwing his cards in the air with a flourish. “I THINK [Y/N] SHOULD HELP ME PREPARE LUNCH NOW!”

“Oh, Sans! You always have the best ideas!”

You toss your cards in the center, scooching back abruptly to free yourself of this prison. Doing so causes S-Papyrus to lose his balance, making him fall over to where you once were. Sans doesn’t bother hiding his mocking laugh, even pointing at the other like he’s in a comedy show.

You stand up with S-Sans help, follow him to the kitchen, and try to tune out the voices of the Sans and S-Papyrus. Are they… threatening each other with puns? Really?

“Thanks for saving me back there,” You pat him on the back, “I should’ve known Uno would’ve made it worse.”

“DON’T MENTION IT. I WAS GETTING TIRED OF DRAWING EVERY CARD ANYWAY,” S-Sans scoffs, his tone low even though he’s still talking in all upper case.

“So, what are we having for lunch?”

“ARE YOU A FAN OF TACOS?” “Fuck. Yeah, dude.”

S-Sans’ smile widens with pride. Ugh, what a good boy.

You’re not going to lie, when he said tacos, you were fully expecting white people tacos. You know, something straight out of Taco Bell. You are pleasantly surprised that it wasn’t the case at all!

Soft corn tortillas, proper beef, yellow onions, cilantro?? You know it’s all magic, but seriously, HOW?! As a half-Mexican yourself, it makes your border-hopping beaner heart happy.

You’re prepping the vegetables with S-Sans at the moment, listening in to S-Papyrus and Sans still passive-aggressively threatening each other.

You purse your lips and scooch closer to S-Sans. He looks at you with a raised bone-brow but waits for you to talk first.

“You know…” You say softly so only he would hear, “I really thought Papyrus and Other Sans would get along. You said they were similar, right? I didn’t think it’d be like this. Other Sans isn’t usually like that, I swear.” S-Sans smile drops into a grimace, “I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU MEAN. PAPYRUS ISN’T USUALLY THAT WAY, EITHER. HE’S LAZY AND HAS TERRIBLE PUNS AND PRANKS, BUT HE’S A NICE PERSON, I PROMISE. EVEN WHEN WE FIRST MET THAT HUMAN CHILD, HE WAS EFFORTLESSLY KIND.”

You don’t doubt that for a second.

Even though Reset after Reset, Sans (and S-Papyrus) always maintained his friendly persona for the most part. No, it’s not even a persona. Sans is, at his core, a nice person. He has his edgy moments for sure, but it’s not all he is. It’s not a big part of who he is at all.

Sans is tense about being caught by Swap-Sans and Swap-Papyrus so quickly, but is that really enough for him to be so hostile like that?

“BUT…” S-Sans continues after a moment of silence, “IF I HAD TO GUESS, I THINK IT MUST BE BECAUSE MY LITTLE BROTHER HAS BEEN ON EDGE LATELY.”

You furrow your eyebrows together, “Oh? Do you mind if I–Ah. I mean, is it something I can ask about?” Swap-Sans furrows his brows as well, hesitating to answer. He understands it’s not really his business to share, especially to someone his brother clearly doesn’t fully trust. In the end, it looks like Swap-Sans really needed–wanted–to talk to someone about it.

“WELL… MY BROTHER HAS A VARIETY OF JOBS ACROSS THE UNDERGROUND. FROM SELLING CORN-DOGS, DOING STAND-UP AT NTT RESORT, AND EVEN GUARD DUTY.” “Guard duty? Isn’t that your thing, though?”

“NOT LIKE THAT. HE HAS VARIOUS SENTRY STATIONS AROUND THE UNDERGROUND. SOMETIMES INSTEAD OF SELLING CORNDOGS, HE’LL BE ON THE LOOKOUT IF ASKED.” Ah, okay. So similar to your Sans, then. You just wanted to make sure.

“A FEW WEEKS AGO, PAPYRUS MENTIONED SOMETHING BEFORE. SOMETHING IN DOWNTOWN SNOWDIN.” S-Sans tilts his head, trying to remember the best he can. “HE SAID IT’S BEEN MAKING THE MAGIC GO HAYWIRE IN MONSTERS WHO STAY THERE FOR EVEN A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME. IT SEEMS TO BE AFFECTING THEIR MOOD, AS WELL. SINCE PAPYRUS WORKS THERE, HE MUST ALSO BE GETTING AFFECTED BY SUCH A THING.”

Something that showed up suddenly a few weeks ago, huh? Could it be possible that it showed up around the same time the DJ started to work? If that’s the case, it’s your best clue. If your theory is right, then this is something you should be looking out for in future Au’s that you visit.

Best not to dwell on it too much though, you could be completely wrong.

“Have you checked it out yourself yet? I know I barely know you, but even I can tell you’re a capable Royal Guard.”

S-Sans frowns, sulking his shoulders, “ALPHYS SAID I’M FORBIDDEN TO GO THERE AT ALL. SHE SAID SHE DIDN’T WANT ME TO GET HURT, AND THAT SHE WOULD SEND SOMEONE WHO IS QUALIFIED. PERHAPS SHE’S CONSIDERING TO ASK DR. UNDYNE.” You widen your eyes, “Wait, back up. She said you’re forbidden? Can she do that??”

“ALPHYS IS THE CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD, AND… UGH. OFFICIALLY, I AM NOT A MEMBER.” “Should I bother with my rebellious speech how that means she’s technically not even your boss so you don’t really have to listen to her?” S-Sans simply shakes his head, but he can’t fight back that amused smile or that twinkle in his eyes.

“Duly noted. I’ll skip that and get right into informing you that…” You dramatically look around, leaning towards him to whisper, “I’m 100% human!”

“YES…? I KNOW?”

“Sans, if I’m human, maybe I won’t be affected by whatever this thingy is!” You explain with a smile, “Other Sans and I could investigate and figure out what that thing is. Other Sans told you we were on a mission, remember? Well, that mission is to get back home and maybe, I don’t know, it could be our first clue.”

If S-Sans thinks about it too much, he will easily see how that DOESN’T make any sense or have any relevance to your predicament. Lucky for you, he doesn’t think about that at all. It doesn’t absolve him from any current hesitation though.

“UH… I DON’T KNOW…” You smile softly and pat his shoulder, “How about after the human kid clears my name, we can talk about it then, yeah?”

He looks at you appreciatively, nodding eagerly with lifting spirits.

You two get back to making tacos in a better mood, relishing in the silence as the boys in the living room have exhausted themselves. You figured it was only a matter of time, yappers tend to wear themselves out if you just leave them to it.

So, that’s it then. Maybe that’s why S-Papyrus was weary of you two on the get-go. To be fair, you think his untrustful nature towards you two is warranted considering: A. You are an adult human, and B: Sans is a duplicate of his innocent brother. If the roles were reversed, you don’t think you’d be as friendly either.

God, you don’t know if Sans would be as accommodating. After all, he tricked your close ones to get you to live with him just because he didn’t trust you one bit. It’s not unreasonable that S-Papyrus is acting this way, you suppose. But “terrorizing” Sans the way he was doing earlier? Is that something that is acceptable?

Or maybe S-Papyrus just thinks you and Sans are the cause for the weird phenomena happening in downtown Snowdin. After all, that thing (Whatever it is, is it even a tangible object?) shows up, fucks with the monster’s inner magic and even their emotions. Then conveniently, you and Sans pop up without warning?

…Yeah, okay. Fine.

Finally, you and S-Sans finish the tacos! You and S-Sans help with pulling out the table from the side of the wall (because of course you two are the ones doing the labor) while you two made S-Papyrus and Sans set the table.

…The food was okay. You genuinely think it would’ve been worse if you weren’t there to help. You were closely watching how S-Sans was cooking and prepping and you NEEDED to intervene.

Ain’t nobody in this damn house know how to cook other than you.

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sheree-says-stuff · 1 month ago

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RARE LONG LOST PINK FLOYD INTERVIEW!!!!!!!! 1975

Interviewer: Thank you all for joining us today. There’s been a lot of buzz surrounding your new song, inspired by someone—or something—called Hawk Tuah Girl. Could you tell us more about it and how she’s influenced the music?

David Gilmour:

Yeah, this one’s been a bit of a journey for us. Hawk Tuah Girl isn’t your typical muse. She’s kind of an idea, a feeling that’s been floating around in our heads for a while. It’s not just about a person, it’s about the way she makes us feel. She represents freedom, the flight from the mundane. There’s something ethereal about her, something that connects us all. We’ve always been about trying to capture the unspoken, the things that aren’t easy to understand. And Hawk Tuah Girl… she’s like that, in a way.

Nick Mason: (Leans forward, a bit excited) Yeah, I think she’s the kind of symbol you can’t ignore. It’s like the perfect blend of flight and chaos, and it taps into everything we’ve been dealing with in our own heads. And the way the music came together? It was almost as if it wrote itself. There’s this kind of tension in the air, something unresolved, but beautiful. It’s like trying to fly while being stuck in the middle of a storm.

Roger Waters: (Shrugs, looking a bit more reserved) I think it’s more about the contradiction. Hawk Tuah Girl, as this figure of freedom, is really just a way for us to wrestle with the chaos inside. We’re always trying to reconcile the fight between wanting to escape everything and accepting that we can’t. The song’s a reflection of that struggle. Pauses I’m not sure it’s something everyone will get, but there’s something there, something real. It’s not as neat as we’d like to think, but that’s the point.

Interviewer: It seems like a pretty powerful concept. But there’s also been a lot of talk about a new member in the band—someone called Chill Dog Guy. Who is he, and how does he fit into this new phase of Pink Floyd?

David Gilmour: (Chuckles) Ah, Chill Dog Guy… well, you can’t really talk about our new track without mentioning him. He’s this guy we’ve been working with in the studio lately, and he’s been a real influence on how we’re approaching things. Chill Dog Guy’s got this vibe, right? He’s laid back but knows exactly how to stir things up when it counts. He’s not like the rest of us—he’s got this irreverence to him, but there’s something about him that adds a whole new flavor to our sound. His approach to music is completely different than anything we’ve done before. It's like… he’s teaching us how to take it easy, without losing the intensity. And he doesn't really give a fuck.

Roger Waters: (Raising an eyebrow) Yeah, Chill Dog Guy’s got this thing where he just exists. It’s like he’s not even trying to play the game, but he does it in a way that makes you realize how much we’ve been caught up in trying to force things. He’s a reminder that sometimes, music doesn’t have to be this big, philosophical pursuit—it can just be. He’s a bit of a wildcard, though. Not sure if the world is ready for Chill Dog Guy yet.

Nick Mason: (Laughs) I think the world might need him more than they realize. He’s got this vibe where it’s not about the technicalities. It’s about feeling. That’s something we’ve been missing in a lot of ways. Chill Dog Guy is a breath of fresh air.

Interviewer: So, how does he fit into the new track with Hawk Tuah Girl? Does his influence show up in the music?

David Gilmour: Oh, absolutely. He’s been essential. His way of letting things unfold has helped us step away from our usual structured sound and embrace something more fluid. The track has a kind of lazy rhythm to it, almost like the way you’d imagine a hawk soaring through the air, drifting with the wind but still in control. Chill Dog Guy helped us find that space, and it made the song feel more organic, less forced.

Roger Waters: (Shrugs) I’ll admit, he’s pushed us in directions we wouldn’t have gone otherwise. But you know, in a band like ours, we need that. We can’t keep circling the same old things. You need someone to throw a wrench into the works. Sometimes, the new influences are just what we need to shake things up.

Interviewer: It’s clear there’s been a lot of change and growth with this new sound. But, Rick… you’ve been a bit quiet today. How are you feeling?

Rick Wright: (leaning slightly forward) I’m... I’m alright. You know, sometimes you get to a point where things start to feel different. This music we’re making now… it’s different. But in a good way. It’s like we’re tapping into something beyond just sound. I guess Hawk Tuah Girl and Chill Dog Guy… they’re part of this journey. It feels like it’s all come full circle, doesn’t it?

Nick Mason: Yeah, it does. But Rick… you’re not looking so good. Are you sure you’re okay?

Rick Wright: You know… sometimes… the music doesn’t need words. You just have to let it carry you… His voice trails off, and he begins to slouch slightly in his chair, the room suddenly growing tense.

David Gilmour: (Standing up, voice shaking) Rick? Rick, what’s going on? Are you alright?

Roger Waters: (Frantic, looking at Rick with growing concern) Rick! Talk to us! Don’t… his voice falters Please, Rick, don’t do this.

Nick Mason: Come on, mate, stay with us. Just breathe, you’ve got to stay with us.

Interviewer: I… I think… I think something’s happening here.

Rick Wright: The music… it never… stops… Rick’s head gently lowers, and the room falls into a somber silence.

David Gilmour: (Voice breaking) No… no, Rick… His words are barely audible as the realization sinks in.

Roger Waters: (Slowly, staring at Rick’s still form) He’s gone. Our brother’s gone. And there’s nothing we can do to bring him back.

Nick Mason: Rick… You were the heart of this band. You always will be.

Interviewer: I… I don’t know what to say. This is a tragic moment for Pink Floyd, and for music.

David Gilmour: (Tearfully, looking around at the band) We’ll carry on… in his memory. The music will go on. It has to.

Roger Waters: (Slowly, under his breath) Rick… I hope you’re flying free, wherever you are now. With Hawk Tuah Girl. Because you’ve always been the one to guide us through the storm.

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