#kind of to show off the vibe of him bursting back to life like. all at once in pure terror

[mochinomnoms]

why were you digging? what did you bury, before those hands pulled me from the earth?

art by wolfythewitch

Hozier lyrics in which they embody when loving you.

multi x gn!reader

[tw/cw} - some of the lyrics are gendered, few suggestive parts

[note] - i forgot i had this drafted for a while lol anyways only romantic vibes cause i couldnt find satisfactory lyrics for grim and ortho :( i also was gonna add the halloweenie boys but then it wouldnt have been evenly split and i didnt want that lol

"I know who I am when I'm alone/I'm something else when I see you" - It Will Come Back

He's always been sure of who he is and how he presents himself. He has an image that he must uphold, his reputation is dependent on it. Yet, that perfectly sculpted person comes crumbling down, firm marble turned into malleable clay with you. He should be appalled by the very idea of someone having so much hold over him, yet he can't bring himself to care. You see through him, and it's addicting. You see through him, but still show him kindness, and it's addicting. You see through him, still show him kindness, even knowing just what thoughts he has of you at night, and it's addicting. He has an addiction, and you're his drug of choice. There is no rehab for getting him off of you, once he's hooked he's never letting go of the high that you are. Then again, if you knew just who he really is, perhaps the addiction was mutual.

Riddle Rosehearts, Cater Diamond, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper

"We lay here for years or for hours/So long, we'd become the flowers" - In a Week

He is admittedly a simple man, even if he might portray or say he desires otherwise. But deep down, he is very simple: he'd like to be with you forever, that's it. Laying in the grass, the sounds of cicadas and birds singing, the smell of dewy grass and freshly bloomed flowers, all of that with you would be his dream. He hopes that you two will live a long life together, that your graves will be one, your bodies decomposing together into the earth as nature intended. You hope that centuries into the future, some bright-eyed archaeologists will see the patch of flowers growing over your grave and dig to find your two skeletons intertwined. You both hope that theories and myths are created in the image of your long gone bodies so that the memory of your love will live forever on.

Ruggie Bucchi, Jack Howl, Rook Hunt, Silver

"She'll know me crazy, soothe me daily/Better yet, she wouldn't care" - Jackie & Wilson

Loud and impulsive to a fault is how most would describe him, and really he should care more about the problems this causes. He should, but why when you take him as he is, flaws and all? To you, the impulsivity, his loud mouth, his rash nature, his bluntness, they weren't flaws—they were him and you love him. And he loves you—for all your naivete, doting, and enabling ways. If there's trouble to be found, it's likely you're both involved: you chasing after him as he goes of. Is it naive to think that this sort of relationship won't eventually burst into flames? Probably. Is it a bit toxic if you were to look at your relationship critically? Probably. But he doesn't care (even if he normally would or should), and neither do you. Instead, for just a bit, you indulge in the present, rather than the past or future. Just for a bit

Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt

"You're bright as the morning, soft as the rain/Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape" - Too Sweet

Something about you is just a bit off-putting: you're a bit too put together, too cheery, too sweet for someone in your situation. It's more off-putting to him that he's drawn to you anyways. Part of him holds himself back, as he's a realist at heart. One day, any day now, you can go back home, where your sweetness rightfully belongs. Part of him though wants to that sweetness, make it rightfully his and his alone. It's why he can't keep himself away from you, he'd rather defile you, ruin you for anyone else so that you'd have no choice but to come running back to him for that sweet satisfaction that only he can provide. You're not stupid though, you know just what he's doing; lucky for him, you're happy to let him age you into a fine wine, made just for his taste.

Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Lilia Vanrouge

"Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I" - Francesca

You have ingrained your very being into his own. The sight, the sound thought of you has him yearning for your touch in ways that would put a god to shame. But Eros had no role in his love for you. Since he's met you, somehow you've managed to core out a space in his heart in the shape of your body. Without you, he'd be empty. Without you, he'd be devastated, experiencing an anguish that would kill his very soul. His love is so strong, so overwhelming, so earth-shattering that he'd alter the very laws of the universe just to keep you with him. Could you even bring yourself to deny him if the choice to leave ever came? You have him in the palm of your hand, like a god with their worshipper. You'll be a merciful and loving god to your devotee, won't you?

Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Idia Shroud, Malleus Draconia

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[qoldenskies]

there are a lot of parallels/lines/moments in cc that completely rely on it being in the written word (and a lot of parts that couldnt even be translated to art/animation or anything, like almost the entirety of ME) but goddddd the amount of visual parallels i could do if i ever drew it .... maybe i could fuck around for funsies anyway. get my ideas down onto the paper. i absolutely love visual storytelling man

[senascoop]

Who do you think gives off major girl dad vibes and who gives off boy dad vibes in enhypen hyung line? 🫣

( GIRL DAD VIBES )

i) JAY — he practically screams “girl dad” with how gentlemanly he is and def seems like the type who would spoil his daughter while also being super protective. Jay would absolutely love twirling his daughter around the living room to teach her how to dance. He’d make sure she felt like a princess every day, whether it’s a random Tuesday or her birthday. While he’d be incredibly protective (probably the type to intimidate her first crush just a little), he’d also have a soft spot. One puppy-eyed look, and he’d cave into whatever she wants. He’d encourage her to be confident, smart, and kind. You can imagine him saying things like, “Always stay true to yourself, no matter what,” or “You’re capable of anything you set your mind to.” He’d be hands-on when it comes to crafting school projects or making her dream playhouse, all while secretly enjoying it more than her.

ii). SUNGHOON — No particular reason but his sweet, slightly shy demeanor gives off “girl dad.” He'd probably dote on his daughter. Sunghoon would be the kind of dad who’s quietly protective. He’d always keep an eye on her but wouldn’t be overbearing. If she had a problem, he’d step in subtly and guide her through it. While he might seem reserved, Sunghoon would secretly practice braiding her hair, doing her nails, or even learning makeup basics so he could bond with her. Imagine him proudly showing her a perfect fishtail braid or helping her pick nail polish colors! Sunghoon would treasure all her milestones. He’d secretly keep a box of her drawings, first letters, or little gifts she made him, reminiscing over them when she grew older. At school events, he might be the quiet dad in the back but would burst with pride when she’s on stage or playing sports. He’d clap the loudest and tell everyone, “That’s my daughter!”

( BOY DAD VIBES )

iii) HEESEUNG — Heeseung gives off really strong major “fun and chill” boy dad vibes. He'd bond over video games and sports, being an ideal responsible role model in the child's life. Heeseung would not only be a dad but be more like a buddy. He'd always be down to play video games, shoot hoops, or build Legos; he would make sure that his son knows that he is his biggest fan and the best friend. Whether it's basketball, soccer, or whatever, Heeseung would be the dad who always practiced with his son out in the yard. He'd be cheering him on at every game and even coaching the team if needed. Heeseung would be the right balance between being laid back and having boundaries. His son would know there's always room for fun but also the importance of respect and discipline. Music is such a big part of Heeseung's life, so you can bet there'd be karaoke nights where they'd sing their hearts out. His son would probably inherit Heeseung's love for music and maybe even some of his talent.

iV) JAKE — he seems like he would make a close friend with his son. They would spend weekends watching sports, playing video games, or going out into the wild for some hike or fishing. He would want his son to feel as though they are a team in everything. He would drop nuggets of wisdom like, “It is okay to fail, but never stop trying,” to make sure that his son feels encouraged about whatever happened. He would always say “I love you” and make sure that his son feels supported emotionally. Jake would be the dad who's always ready to listen, whether it is about his son's day at school or his dreams and worries. He would be that laid-back parent but not one to shy away from teaching his child how to live life and its various implications, like cooking, keeping money in order, and how to tackle problems with the right attitude.

[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

Heyy!! How you doing?~ I wanted to ask who do you think out of TFP's autobots would be most to least husband or boyfriend material 🫣🫣

Yippieee, 1st ask!! ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝI am the worst person you could have asked for a tier list of whom is good husband material and not so good (shaking TFP Starscream with her tiny hands). /j

WARNING: This all based on myyy own opinion, logic and what I know from the Prime series - so, all fun! Never take seriously what I say! Also, too much text. (EDIT: Added Ultra Magnus! Never forgetting that fine mech again!)

(´艸｀) ~

Transformers Prime - Most to Least husband material

MOST

Bumblebee - Baby boy, would be such a good husband. Soft and protective, good with kids, comprehensive - the list can keep going! Perfection in person. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Optimus Prime - He is good husband material, but I fear his selflessness and will to give his life for the sake of others, specially you, can be a double edged sword... but he is nonetheless a good candidate to be husband. A 9.99 in score.

Soundwave - A genius, intelligent, has sense of humor - can be quite stalkerish if you think about it, but it's loyal and definitely protective. If you don't mind the silence and the pattern of his speech, he is good husband material! Maybe the only thing that rests him points would be that he would give you a death scare if you forget he is there for a second.

Ultra Magnus - Good husband material, the thing that rests him points would be how strict he tends to be, it might get under your nerves. But this mech is good husband material! Calm, thinks before acting, knows when to stand up and fight back if necessary, respects others and will take your emotions and well being always in consideration!

Bulkhead & Breakdown - Same tier, both give me the vibes of 'I am a big guy, strong and ready to protect you' and 'the guy that will make you laugh, listen to you and can be quite naive (at some degree)'. They would be perfect to give you comfort and support, but have their flaws - impulsiveness, might not give the right answers or words in the moment. Nonetheless, good husband material, just be patient and go easy on them! (Of course give them a slap at the back of their helms when needed).

Knock Out & Smokescreen - Same tier and like BH/BD; they can be good husband material, but I fear both can come off sometimes annoying because of their personalities. KO could be annoying because of his quite egocentric personality and Smokes is a yapper and quite impulsive. Buuut they are not the worst, good husband material with its flaws.

Arcee (Yes, I am adding her here - bisexual go brrr) & Cliffjumper - A duo as always, they can be good wife/husband material, buuut with how easy things can get in their nerves (speaking more on Cee's side since... well, we only had Cliff for 1 episode-), you'll need both patience and put your limits/stance if you want the relationship to work. And reassurance on Arcee's side. She has lost many partners already, you will need to show her kindness and softness, keep up with her anger bursts while remaining in place, comfort and support. And she will pay you back the same and protect you dearly, slowly working on her things to become better.

Ratchet - The middle point; I love Ratchet dearly, but I fear with the war and how much he has lost, adding to the fact he has decided to close himself off on some emotional levels in order to not 'keep suffering and focus on his tasks' he can be a 'good husband material but with it's difficulties'. Will need patience, reassurance and perseverance on this, as he may hurt you accidentally emotionally, but will do everything to apologize, to be better - patience and empathy is the key! But this mech better do the same!

Starscream - Like Ratchet, but worse. Starscream can be a double-faced mech that is both a victim of abuse and his own problems (not able to trust others, cowardly, hurting others before he gets hurt and intentionally if it benefits him, doing anything to get his own way) and also the culprit of making other victims. He is a mix of too many things, but we know he is loyal, and I'm sure that with time, too much patience and reassurance, he could become husband material. It's a "I can fix him" and it could work! ... or not.

Wheeljack - Yeah... I like him, but I'll have my doubts. I fear he might not be that a good material husband with how much he is travelling and moving from place to place. And I also fear there is a 50% he won't be that faithful or take your feelings in the matter as something important to evaluate. I love you Jacky, but the 'husband material' might not be quite here. Definitely scared of commitment, will come back to share kisses and such, but not stay for tomorrow... who knows when he will come back.

Megatron - Yeah... it could work, maybe. Protective, self-confident, strong... quite aggressive, could snap or hurt you. If you add the dark energon, could hurt you badly or... offline you. Worst part, I think it could happen intentionally or, if it happnes by accident, will not mourn you. The 'I need someone strong as me, not weak' is playing in my head. (；′⌒`)

Dreadwing - Will be loyal, but with how he is prone to be aggressive and get physical, idolizing Megatron - I fear if the latter orders him to do something with you... might do it. (°ロ°)

Shockwave - Nuh-huh, always puts rational thoughts before feelings, and he might not be thaaat far from hurting you if he wants something for his own gain or use you as an experiment (actively or passive, might not see you 100% as an equal).

Airachnid - Haha. No. I support women rights and wrongs but cheez - doesn't totally see you as an equal and I fear she is ready to offline you if you are no longer something 'usable' for her.

LEAST

I think that's all of them! Just took the main-important ones in my point of view. As you can see, I like to write, I am yapper after all. (。・ω・。) Vhaos out!

[bamgyuuuri]

⤷ perfectly strange ┈ cyj.

sypnosis. your boyfriend, yeonjun, was weird—not in a joking way, no, the man was genuinely strange. even so, you wouldn’t want him any other way.

pairings and tags. boyfriend!choi yeonjun x fond!reader (f/m) . established relationship . fluff . yeonjun is straight up weird but in an adorable way . domestic fluff. humor (i tried)

word count. 1.1k

short note … based off of that one trend from twt hehe,, also okay maybe it's not exactly a Drabble drabble but still ^_^ just an appreciation fic for this man because i genuinely love him and his little quirks so much sigh yeonjun please never ever change your ways

your boyfriend, yeonjun, was weird. no, not the kind of weird you’d casually call quirky or charming, but genuinely strange in a way that made you both laugh and wonder how on earth he ended up in your life. it wasn’t just his random acts or the way he would suddenly burst into song at the most unexpected times; it was his whole vibe. 

yeonjun had a knack for making even the most mundane moments feel like an adventure, turning every day into something full of surprises. his oddball antics made life with him feel like a never-ending comedy show, and somehow, you found yourself completely in love and utterly smitten with his unpredictability.

it wasn’t unusual to find him in the middle of the living room, wiggling his body like a noodle to some beat only he could hear. the music was in his head, but you could see it in the way his shoulders jerked in a rhythmic dance, the way his legs would shuffle like he was about to break into a full-on jig. you couldn’t help but stare, your mouth slightly agape as you tried to figure out whether he was serious or not. but yeonjun? he was dead serious, as if this impromptu performance was the most natural thing in the world.

“jjunie,” you say with a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “what on earth are you doing?”

without missing a beat, he’d stop mid-dance, flash you a goofy grin, and respond with utter confidence, “oh, you know, just... feeling the beat.” then, he’d continue his weird little dance, making it seem as if the world around him didn’t exist. but despite how odd his little dance was, he still somehow made it look good.

the fun didn’t stop there, though. yeonjun’s talents extended to something as simple as charades. while most people would act out words with subtle gestures or nods, yeonjun’s version of charades was nothing short of a one-man theater performance; his facial expressions were exaggerated, his body movements outlandish, and the absurdity of it all was contagious. you would watch as he pretended to be a flamingo trying to fly or an octopus attempting to play basketball—his face contorting in the silliest of ways.

“you’re an absolute menace,” you’d tease him, struggling to hold back your laughter. and he’d just grin like he knew exactly how ridiculous he looked, yet not minding one bit as long as he sees you break into a smile.

there was a time, though, when he completely outdid himself. 

the time he decided to “spice up” your evening by transforming the living room into a “romantic candlelit dinner.” it wasn’t that he lacked the intention; he’d thoughtfully placed a dozen candles around the room, but it was the way he did it that had you in stitches. 

instead of lighting them properly, he’d taken the easy route and used a lighter, resulting in one candle that was slightly lopsided, another that had wax dripping down in bizarre angles, and a third that was already flickering out. the best part? yeonjun was sitting cross-legged on the floor, smiling and watching in complete seriousness as if he’d just planned the most sophisticated, luxurious dinner.

“you know,” you said, fighting a smile, “i’m surprised the place hasn’t burnt down yet.”

yeonjun’s face lit up with his trademark smile. “hey, it looks good! and that’s the charm of it! i thought it was… avant-garde.”

you leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, giggling fondly as you sat next to him. “don’t worry. i think it looks amazing.”

it was in moments like these, when you were sitting on the floor with him, laughing about his latest dinner date experiment, that you realized just how much you absolutely adored him; his quirks, his goofy nature, and his ability to make even the simplest things feel special—all of it was what made him, him.

yet, as goofy and strange as yeonjun was, there was so much more to him. beneath his ridiculous exterior was a person full of warmth, kindness, and tenderness. yeonjun had this rare ability to balance his silliness with the kind of love that made you feel completely seen and heard.

when you were feeling down or exhausted, he would always know exactly how to cheer you up—whether it was by making you laugh with one of his absurd antics or by simply sitting beside you, holding your hand, and letting you know that everything would be okay.

whenever you had a bad day, yeonjun would show up with your favorite snack, a cup of tea, or even just a comforting smile. he’d sit next to you, ask what was bothering you, and listen intently without judgment. he had this incredible way of making you feel understood, of making you feel like you mattered in ways that few others could. there was no need for grand gestures. sometimes, just the way he looked at you was enough to make you feel loved.

and when you didn’t feel your best, yeonjun would never rush you or make you feel like a burden. he’d quietly wrap you in his arms, letting you know that he was there for you no matter what. he was patient, always willing to listen, and never pressured you to talk if you weren’t ready. but when you did talk, he always listened with the utmost attention, validating your feelings and offering support in the gentlest way possible.

you’d often find him surprising you with little things—making you a cup of hot chocolate on a cold evening, sending you a playlist of songs that reminded him of you and your time together, or even tidying up the apartment just because he knew it would make your day easier.

it was in those moments, when you least expected it, that you saw how deeply he loves you and cares for you. yeonjun was constantly thinking of ways to make your life a little brighter, and it made you feel like the luckiest person alive.

“do you need anything?” he’d ask, his voice soft but full of concern. and you’d smile, knowing that you didn’t just have a boyfriend in him—you had someone who loved you wholeheartedly, someone who made your happiness his priority.

even though he could be so ridiculously strange, in the most endearing way possible, there was never any doubt in your mind that yeonjun was the person you wanted by your side. his kindness, his humor, and his ability to make you laugh through the toughest times were gifts you cherished deeply. he made the ordinary extraordinary, and his love made every day a little brighter.

you would chuckle, the sound warm and full of affection. “you really are a weird one.”

he’d smile so brightly that your heart would swell with love for him. “i’m your weird one,” he’d say, as if that was the best thing he could be.

and he was. he truly was your weird one. your sweet, goofy, thoughtful, and incredibly loving yeonjun. 

[rylem33]

The Plus One

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Theo flexed his fingers, clenching them into fists. His hands felt smaller, delicate. It was… weird.

“Okay,” he said slowly, tilting his head. His voice was lighter, smoother… feminine. “So it actually worked.”

Chris stood across from him, arms crossed, eyes wide in sheer amazement. He blinked, trying to find the right words. “Holy shit, dude. I mean… not dude. Wow.”

Theo turned back to the mirror, eyes trailing over the reflection. His hair, which used to be short and messy, now fell in soft auburn waves around his shoulders, framing a softer face. His old t-shirt and sweatpants were loose, almost comically hanging off a much smaller, curvier frame. There was a lot more softness to him now. And, of course… the obvious. His eyes flickered down, where his chest now had actual boobs, sitting perfectly in the loose fabric of his shirt.

He poked at them, frowning slightly. “Huh.”

Chris leaned in, fascinated. “How does it feel?”

Theo blinked. “Uh. Heavy? Bouncy? I don’t know, man. It’s not like I’ve had them long enough to form a deep, personal connection.”

Chris burst into laughter, rubbing his hands over his face. “I cannot believe this actually worked.”

“Yeah, same,” Theo exhaled, running a hand down his side again. “This is so… weird.”

He stretched his arms over his head, the shift in his center of gravity making him wobble slightly. Chris instinctively reached out to steady him.

“You okay?” Chris asked, still grinning, clearly enjoying the absurdity of the moment.

“Yeah, just… new body, new vibes,” Theo muttered, rolling his shoulders to get used to the new weight. “Really wasn’t expecting to be this short, though.”

Chris smirked. “I did tell you the Elixir is fully transformative. It’s not a half-measure thing.”

“I know,” Theo said, giving himself one last look in the mirror. “No one we know has actually taken it, though. For all we knew, it could’ve turned me into a lizard.”

Chris snorted. “I wouldn’t have minded a pet gecko.”

Theo shot him a glare. “You owe me for this, man.”

Chris raised both hands in mock surrender. “Hey, you agreed to this! But yeah, I owe you.  Though it is for a good cause.”

Theo sighed, trying to focus. Right. The reason they were doing this in the first place.

Chris’s family was complicated. The small-town, gossip-loving kind. And unfortunately, they had very clear ideas about Chris’s life. Ideas that didn’t quite fit with his reality.

Chris had come out to Theo years ago, but never to his family. The few attempts he’d made had led to uncomfortable conversations about finding “the right girl” and “settling down.” Eventually, he’d just stopped trying.

But now, with his cousin’s wedding coming up, Chris needed a “plus one” and his family expected him to bring his “girlfriend.”

Enter Theo.

The plan was simple. If you could call magically turning your best friend into a woman and parading them around as your fake girlfriend “simple.”  Maybe “desperate” was a better word to describe the plan.

Chris clapped his hands together. “Okay, we need to get you dressed. We leave in an hour, and I really don’t think showing up in oversized sweatpants is gonna sell the ‘girlfriend’ image.”

Theo grimaced, eyeing the clothes still hanging awkwardly on his body. “Yeah, yeah. What am I even supposed to wear?”

Chris grinned and tossed a duffel bag onto the counter. “That’s why I went shopping.”

Theo eyed the bag suspiciously. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Chris said smugly. “Various sizes, because I had no idea how this was gonna turn out. Dresses, skirts, jeans, even a backup hoodie in case you need some emotional support masculinity.”

“God bless,” Theo muttered, picking up the bag and rifling through it.

“And yes, I did buy you bras and underwear,” Chris added.

Theo groaned, holding up a lacy bra in one hand. “Ugh. You really thought of everything, huh?”

Chris grinned. “Dude, you’re my best friend. Of course I did.”

That actually made Theo pause. Chris had planned all of this, went shopping, and even concocted an entire cover story.

And yeah, it was still deeply weird, but… it was kind of cool too?

Theo huffed, grabbing the rest of the clothes. “Fine. But if anything in here has lace, I’m fighting you.”

Chris smirked. “Oh, definitely lace.”

“Chris.”

“Just try it on!”

Theo huffed again but relented. “Fine, fine.” He began pulling on the clothes, looking at his reflection once more as he slipped into the red lace bra and blue panties.

Chris, who had been watching with a mix of amusement and concern, raised an eyebrow. “So, this is your ‘girlfriend’ look? You’re actually pulling it off.”

Theo couldn’t help but chuckle awkwardly. He sat there, hands on his hips, pulling at the underwear.

“I look ridiculous,” Theo muttered under his breath. It felt weird. “But if it works…”

Chris burst into laughter again, rubbing his hands over his face. “Man, you definitely look like you could be my girlfriend now.  I mean, if I liked girls.”

Theo shot him a glare, half-sarcastic and half-laughing.

Chris raised both hands. “Hey, just remember you get a free vacation and an out-of-body experience.”

Theo let out a long, exaggerated sigh but couldn’t stop the small smile from tugging at his lips. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice now. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.”

Chris grinned, eyeing him up and down. “Yeah, let’s. We leave in an hour. And just so you know, I’m gonna need you to really sell this. No half-assed acting, okay?”

Theo turned to face him. “Trust me, Chris,” he said. “I didn’t go through all of this to leave you hanging.”

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Theo shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the hem of the dress Chris had picked out. The fabric of the blue dress clung to his new, unfamiliar curves in ways that made him want to squirm.

“You’re doing fine,” Chris said, pacing behind him with his arms crossed, a little too chipper for Theo’s taste. “You look great. Just remember, you’re my girlfriend. We’ve been together for two years, okay? Simple backstory. You know it, I know it.”

Theo turned to face him, blinking. “Yeah, I’ve got it, but…” He tugged at the dress again. “I don’t know man.  I just feel odd. I don’t walk like this. I don’t talk like this. Hell, I don’t even sit like this.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, leaning against the dresser. “I know, but you’ve got the looks down. Just act natural.”

“Natural?” Chris laughed. “Chris. Look at me,” Theo said, gesturing. “We left natural back at the apartment when I drank that Elixir.”

“Okay, fair.  But you’re doing to do great,” Chris said, trying to sound encouraging. “They’ll be easy to fool. I’ve been fooling them for years, making them think I’m straight. You got this, man.” His grin faltered slightly when Theo didn’t respond immediately. “Uh, Theo. You’ve got this.”

Theo exhaled, slumping his shoulders. “I don’t know how you do it,” he muttered.

Chris raised his hands in mock surrender. “You’re a great friend. I really appreciate this.” Chris gave him a sidelong glance, grinning. “You’re just making it harder than it has to be. You’ve got this. Own it.”

Theo sighed dramatically. “Alright, alright.” He straightened up and looked at himself again. “Guess I’ll just… act like I know what I’m doing. But first, we need to come up with a name. You can’t keep calling me Theo.”

“Yeah, good point.” Chris followed. “Is Thea too dead on?”

“Yeah, probably,” said Theo. “How’s Athena sound?”

“Athena”, Chris repeated. “Powerful, confident. I like it.”

Theo stood a little taller, taking a deep breath. He was determined to act like it didn’t bother him. His mind was racing. He knew the story they had to sell.  It was only a couple of days.

He took a step forward. “Okay, I’m Athena then. Let’s do this.” He gave Chris a playful, almost sarcastic look. “But, you know, if I trip or something, it’s on you.”

Chris clapped his hands together. “You’ll be fine. Now, we leave in an hour, and we need to work on the backstory a bit. So, we met at college. Our first date was mini golf and ice cream.  I woo’d you. You love me. You know the drill.”

Theo nodded. “Got it. But…” He paused, then shrugged. “Why would I want to be with you, though?”

Chris looked surprised. “What do you mean?”

Theo hesitated, then gave him a sly grin. “I mean, you’re… okay, I guess, but two years? Seems a little unrealistic. You’re not that interesting.”

Chris blinked, clearly taken aback. “What?”

Theo chuckled softly, his hands resting on his hips. “I’m just messing with you. Of course. It was practically love at first sight.” 

Theo gave Chris a wink. 

Chris froze, staring at him for a moment before a slow grin spread across his face. “Wait…did you just… flirt with me?”

Theo blinked, surprised by his own words. “What? No! I was just… acting.”

“Dude.” Chris’s grin grew wider. “That was… so natural. Holy crap.” He laughed to himself. “You’re already way better at this than I thought you’d be.”

Theo blinked again, his heart skipping a beat. The behavior just slipped out, without thinking. But didn’t hate it. He even felt a little proud of it, which felt… wrong.

Chris was still chuckling, shaking his head. “Okay, you’re definitely in character. Let’s get you ready for the dinner.”

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The door clicked shut behind them, and Chris let out a breath before breaking into a huge grin. “That. Was. Amazing!”

Athena, still swaying slightly from the drinks, collapsed onto the edge of the bed, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. “Told you I had it covered,” she purred, stretching her arms over her head. The motion made the cropped blue top ride up slightly, revealing just a hint more of her toned stomach.

Chris flopped onto the chair near the window, shaking his head in disbelief. “No, seriously, I thought we were screwed at first. You were so stiff, and I swear Aunt Lisa was about to start grilling you like a detective.”

Athena giggled, a soft sound that surprised even her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, crossing her legs. “Yeah, yeah. But then, you know… a few drinks, a little charm.” She smirked. “They love me now.”

Chris laughed. “Love might be an understatement. My mom was already talking about how adorable we are together, and my dad actually liked you.” He pointed at her, as if that were the most shocking part. “Do you know how hard that is?”

Athena tilted her head slightly, a slow, confident grin forming. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”

Chris laughed, but the thought lingered. She really was irresistible.

Chris had spent years dodging conversations about dating, carefully keeping his family at a distance so they wouldn’t ask too many questions. And now, in the span of a few hours, Athena had completely shattered that barrier. His mom had called them adorable. His uncle had clapped him on the back and said, “You finally found a keeper, huh?” His grandmother had actually teared up.

And the worst part was they believed it. They weren’t just humoring him. They genuinely thought Athena was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Chris forced a smile. “You, uh… really committed to the role after a few drinks.”

Athena’s stomach fluttered. “What do you mean?”

Chris shook his head with a soft chuckle. “I mean, you were great. But at some point, I swear you stopped acting. You were so… natural.”

Athena blinked.

“You were laughing, flipping your hair, touching my arm. Hell, even I almost believed we were together.” Chris ran a hand over his face, the weight of the situation finally settling in. “I don’t know, man… I think I just made things a million times harder for myself.”

Athena frowned. “What? Why?”

Chris sighed, leaning back against the chair. “Because now? Now my family really thinks I have the perfect girlfriend. The exact kind of girl they’ve always wanted for me.” He let out a bitter laugh. “How the hell am I ever supposed to come out now?”

Athena opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

She had been so focused on how good it had felt to fit in, to win them over, that she hadn’t even thought about what that meant for Chris.

Chris rubbed his temples. “They were already in denial, but now? Now they’re invested.” He let out a dry chuckle. “God, my mom was looking at you like you were a goddamn miracle.”

Athena swallowed hard.

Chris sighed again. “I mean… it’s not like I was planning to come out this weekend or anything. But now? I feel like I just dug my own grave.”

After a few moments of silence, Chris shook his head, then forced a smile. “But hey, at least you had fun, right?”

Athena let out a small, awkward laugh. “Yeah… I guess.”

She suddenly felt warm again, her fingers absently playing with the tie on her top. There was something buzzing in the back of her mind. The way her body felt, the way she had acted tonight without even thinking.

She shifted slightly, crossing and uncrossing her legs, her gaze flickering toward the mirror.

She was really starting to like how she looked and that terrified her.

Chris stood up, stretching. “Alright, I’m gonna take a quick shower before bed.” He headed toward the bathroom, already unbuttoning his shirt. “Big day tomorrow. You, me, and a wedding.”

Athena’s eyes flickered toward him as he peeled back slightly, undoing the first few buttons.

A strange thought slipped into her mind before she could stop it.

Chris is actually kinda hot.

An unfamiliar pang of frustration curling inside her.

Too bad he’s gay.

She blinked, horrified at herself. What the hell was that?

“Right,” she said quickly, voice slightly tight as she watched him disappear into the bathroom.

The moment the door clicked shut, she exhaled sharply, running her hands down her thighs. Her heart was racing, her body humming. A slow, creeping realization settled over her.

All this attention, tonight, has done something to me. Oh god, I’m horny.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. No, no, no, that’s not happening.

But it was happening.

The warmth in her belly, the tingling under her skin, the way her body thrived under every compliment, every glance at dinner. She had loved it. More than she should have.

And Chris should have been thrilled. She had saved him tonight. She was perfect, the ideal girlfriend, the woman his family adored. Instead, he was sitting here moping about how well it had gone.

Athena frowned, pacing the room.

I did everything right. I was charming, funny, flirty. I played my role better than even he expected. And now he’s upset?

She folded her arms, jaw tightening.

The way he had looked at her, like she had somehow made his life harder by being too good at this, rubbed her the wrong way.

She had worked her ass off to make sure this went smoothly. He had thrown her into the deep end, expected her to play along, and she nailed it.

Now he was worried he’d “dug too big of a hole.”

Athena scoffed, arms tightening around herself.

Well, maybe I wouldn’t have done so well if you hadn’t expected me to act like your perfect little girlfriend.

The resentment was small, just a flicker, but it was there. A tiny, creeping frustration curling at the edges of her thoughts.

Chris had wanted this. He had asked for this. The Elixer was his idea.  And now he was mad that she had done too well?

She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a sharp breath.

Worst of all, she liked how it felt.

She liked the attention. She liked the way people’s eyes lingered on her, the way she could make them laugh, the way they wanted her in the room.

She liked being Athena.

And if Chris had a problem with that?

Maybe that was his issue, not hers.

Athena turned back toward the mirror, staring at the woman looking back at her.

She didn’t just look like a hot woman. She was starting to feel like it too.

And that thought didn’t scare her as much as it should have.

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Morning came and Athena stirred, stretching out across the bed, a lazy smile forming on her lips before her eyes even opened.

God, she felt good.

Her body was warm, buzzing with something that had been simmering since last night. She let out a satisfied hum, arching her back slightly as the silky sheets brushed against her skin. Everything felt so much more now.  Every touch, every sensation, the way her curves pressed into the mattress.  It all just felt tempting.

She cracked one eye open, glancing around. Chris was already gone. Figures. He had mentioned something about leaving early for family pictures, groomsmen duties, whatever.

Which meant…

I’ve got the whole room to myself.

A slow, mischievous grin spread across her face as she stretched again, rolling onto her stomach, her fingers toying absentmindedly with the hem of her sleep shirt.

Something had shifted in her last night. She knew it. She had felt it in the way she owned the room at dinner, in the way people looked at her. In the way she liked being the center of attention.

Chris had practically thrown her into this role, and she had done it so well it freaked him out.

That thought made her smirk.

She ran a hand down her side, trailing her fingers over the curve of her waist, the swell of her hip.

It was funny. Just yesterday, she had been awkward, uncomfortable in this body. Now she felt right.

She let out a breathy little laugh, biting her lip as she glanced toward the mirror across the room.

The woman staring back at her was stunning. A slow heat pooled in her stomach.

God, is this what it’s like to be admired? To be wanted? No wonder women love attention so much.

She shifted slightly, legs brushing together under the covers. A wicked thought crept into her mind.

No one’s here. No one’s watching.

Her fingers toyed with the sheets, trailing down her thigh. She shouldn’t be thinking like this. This was supposed to be temporary. A disguise.

And yet…

Athena licked her lips, shifting her hips just slightly.

Maybe I should indulge. Just a little.

The idea sent a delicious little thrill through her. Her fingers teased at the slit between her legs. A dampness quickly slicked the area allowing her fingers to enter with ease. It felt wonderful.

She rubbed with one hand while the other toyed with her surprisingly sensitive nipples. A loud moan escaped her mouth. She paused, looking around the room as if she’d be caught.  But nobody was there.

After that, she let herself indulge in the feelings of this body. After all, it wasn’t like anyone would ever know.

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Chris knocked once before pushing the hotel room door open. “Alright, Athena, we gotta…”

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Athena stood in front of the mirror, slipping an earring into place, dressed in a sleek, rust-colored dress that clung to every curve. The fabric hugged her waist, emphasized her hips, and dipped low across her chest, showing off far more cleavage than Chris would have expected.

Chris felt his stomach drop.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Athena turned, tilting her head slightly, her lips curving into a slow, amused smirk. “Uh, a dress? For the wedding? You know, the whole reason we’re here?”

Chris ran a hand over his face. “That’s the dress you picked? You’re showing, like… everything.”

Athena rolled her eyes. “Oh, relax. It’s elegant. It’s classy.” She ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the fabric. “And it looks damn good.”

Chris took a step closer, lowering his voice. “That’s the problem.” He gestured wildly at her. “Don’t you think its a bit too much?”

Athena scoffed. “Excuse me? You think I look too good? Wow, thanks, Chris.”

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to keep his frustration in check. “That’s not what I…you know what I mean! This isn’t you. The Theo I know wouldn’t be caught dead in a dress like that!”

Athena’s expression darkened. A slow, simmering resentment bubbled up in her chest.

“Oh, I wouldn’t?” she said, voice laced with venom. She took a step closer, her hands resting firmly on her hips. “I wouldn’t be caught dead looking like this? Because I’m doing this for you, Chris. This whole thing.  Me playing the perfect girlfriend, saving your ass in front of your family. This is for you.”

Chris hesitated. “…I know. I just…”

Athena let out a sharp laugh. “You wanted me to be convincing, didn’t you? To make sure nobody suspected anything? And guess what, Chris? They don’t! They love me!” Her grin turned sharp. “And now, what? Now I’m too convincing? Too sexy? Too comfortable?!”

Chris opened his mouth, but she wasn’t done.

“You don’t get to freak out because I did my job too well.”

And then, just to push him further, she grabbed her breasts, squeezing them deliberately, her fingers pressing into the soft flesh through the fabric of her dress.

Chris nearly choked. “What the hell are you doing?!”

Athena arched an eyebrow, her voice saccharine sweet. “What, Chris? Does it bother you? Does it make you uncomfortable?” Her smirk widened. “You know, I could make everyone uncomfortable. I could go downstairs right now and make such a scene. Tell them we had a big fight. Maybe cry a little, say you’ve been awful to me. They’d take my side, you know. Your family adores me.”

Chris felt his blood run cold. “Athena.”

“Maybe I’ll flirt with your cousins. Or your uncle. Hell, maybe I’ll get on the mic and make a toast about how you’re just so lucky to have me.”

“Stop.”

Chris’s voice was firm.

Athena’s smirk faltered.

Chris took a breath, lowering his voice, trying to keep his tone steady. “Look, I get it. You’re having fun with this. But you don’t have to prove anything to me, okay?” He forced a small, careful smile. “You do look good. I should’ve known this Elixir was gonna mess with your head. I should’ve been more careful.”

Athena’s expression twitched, something flashing behind her eyes.

Chris took another step forward. “Come on. This is just for one more day. We get through the wedding, we get back home, and this whole thing is over. You don’t have to… be this forever.”

A beat passed.

Athena exhaled slowly. The fire in her eyes dimmed just a little.

“…Fine.” She dropped her hands from her chest, smoothing out the dress. “But you owe me for this, Chris. Big time.”

Chris let out a relieved breath. “Deal.”

Athena gave him one last look, then turned toward the mirror, adjusting her hair.

Chris watched her, a pit forming in his stomach.

This wasn’t just Theo playing dress-up anymore.

This was something else.

And he was terrified of what would happen next.

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Athena stepped into the dimly lit hotel room, clicking the door shut behind her. Her thoughts replayed the details of the wedding reception.

She had heard everything.

The bride, whispering to her friends, voice dripping with resentment.

“This is my wedding, and she is sucking up all the attention. Did you see how he looked at her? She’s barely even trying, and it’s working. She’s just a plus one for Chris. And now she’s practically draped over my fiancé.”

Athena had only smiled at the time, playing dumb, offering a sweet, innocent little laugh before twirling a strand of her hair.

But inside?

Oh, she loved it.

She had leaned just a little closer to the groom after that. Touched his arm a little longer. Let her laughter linger in his ear.

And it had worked. He had watched her all night.

Athena smirked, stepping toward the mirror. She ran a hand down the smooth satin of her newly chosen dress. The deep red fabric clung to every curve, the high slit daringly exposing the length of her thigh. She struck a pose, adjusting the straps of her dress.  

If they thought that was bad, they were going to hate this.

She turned slightly, admiring herself.

God, I look incredible.

A slow, creeping thrill curled through her stomach. She had been made for this. The Elixer had turned her into something more than Theo ever was. Something powerful, something magnetic.

She tapped a manicured finger against her chin, her lips curling.

I wonder how long it would take to get him alone.

She didn’t care about Chris’s predicament anymore. He had brought her into this mess, and now? Now he could deal with the consequences.

Athena smoothed her hands down the front of her dress one last time and turned toward the door.

Time to give the bride something to really talk about.

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Chris slammed the hotel door shut behind him, his hands shaking as he turned to face Athena.

“What the fuck did you do?!”

Athena barely reacted. She was sprawled out on the couch, her red dress still clinging to her body, her legs lazily crossed. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, completely unfazed, idly running a hand along her thigh.

Chris was fuming. “You slept with the groom! The fucking groom, Athena!”

She smirked. “Mmhm.”

“The bride caught you two in the kitchen, for God’s sake!” He threw his hands in the air. “And you look like you don’t even care!”

Athena let out a slow, indulgent sigh. “That’s because I don’t.”

Chris froze, his anger momentarily replaced by sheer disbelief. “You… don’t?”

Athena sat up slightly, resting her elbow on the couch’s armrest, her fingers toying with the strap of her dress. “Chris, you’re acting like I forced him or something.” She tilted her head. “He came to me.”

Chris clenched his fists. “That doesn’t make it better!”

Athena’s smirk widened. “Oh, but it does.” She stretched, her body moving with an effortless, sensual ease. “He couldn’t get enough of me. Every time he fucked me, he wanted more. Three times, Chris. Three.” She dragged out the word, watching with amusement as Chris’s face twisted in horror.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, running a hand over his face.

Athena chuckled, completely unbothered. “You should’ve seen him. He was desperate for me. Whispering about how I was the best he’d ever had, how he wished he had met me first.” She sighed dramatically. “Honestly, I almost felt bad for his poor little bride.”

Chris snapped his head toward her. “You’re insane.”

Athena pouted. “Am I? I’m just being honest.”

Chris shook his head, pacing the room like he was trying to process the last few hours. “This isn’t you, Theo. This isn’t…”

“It’s Athena,” she corrected sharply.

Chris flinched at the venom in her voice.

She leaned forward now, resting her elbows on her knees, her piercing gaze locking onto his. “And you don’t get to tell me who I am anymore.”

Chris swallowed hard. “The Elixir… it’s messing with your head.”

Athena laughed a soft, slow, mocking laugh. “Oh, Chris,” she purred, standing up from the couch. She took a step toward him, her hips swaying with practiced ease. “You still don’t get it, do you?”

Chris took a step back. “Get what?”

She stopped right in front of him, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from her body. She reached out, tracing a single manicured nail down the front of his shirt.

“I like this,” she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. “I love how it feels to be wanted. To be worshiped.” She smirked, tilting her head. “And it’s never going away.”

Chris stared at her, his stomach twisting into knots. Chris stood frozen, his back against the wall, staring at the woman in front of him.

Not Theo. Not his best friend. Theo was gone. 

Athena.

He swallowed hard. “So… what now?”

Athena tilted her head, considering the question like it was the most unimportant thing in the world. Then, with a slow, sultry grin, she turned away from him, sauntering back toward the mirror.

She admired herself, smoothing out the silk of her dress, adjusting the straps with delicate fingers.

Then she met his eyes in the reflection, her smirk lazy, indulgent. Unapologetic.

“Now?” she mused, running a hand down her curves.

“Now, I live.”

She turned back to him, giving him one last amused glance before stepping past him toward the door. She didn’t stop. Didn’t hesitate. The door clicked shut behind her.

And just like that, she was gone.

[graceandtheidiotsquad]

Dumb Character Headcanons: Champion Cynthia

I am having brainrot over the queen of sinnoh ok. I love her and her crazy family so much-! I apologize for how random some of these are-some of them I got inspiration from popular ones from, some from AUs i've seen and some I just made up on the fly-Ok, enough rambling-on with the show!

- TOTAL. MOMMA. BEAR. She just-has very motherly, protective vibes and despite being one of the most generally considered TERRIFYING CHARACTERS IN THE SERIES (and I'm mildly scared of her too!) she'd probably take you out for ice cream after battling her to celebrate a job well done, win or lose.

- Speaking of ice cream, I think this is not only a popular hc i agree with but they made it CANON In the anime that she cannot, for the life of her, decide what flavor she wants and will just stand there for 15 minutes weighing all the pros and cons and unintentionally holding up the line. I mean she'll move when she realizes and apologize PROFUSELY but still- ...But would YOU tell her to hurry up and choose?? No, I don't think so.

- Her hair is usually either down most of the time or tied up in a bun. But only for when she needs it-she doesn't care how messy it gets, she just likes being wild I suppose. Sometimes you'll find her literally wrestling one of her pokemon for fun (usually Garchomp) and her hair will be full of leaves and sticks, and not a care in the world! One of her family taught her how to tie her hair back in a bun, and though she adores them-she was quite the pain to get to stand still long enough to even TRY as a child.

- You wouldn't think it, with how classy she is-...buuuuuut she was almost a leash kid. You think she gets this intimidation factor just from being so classy and dramatic alone? No, she can be fucking FERAL when she wants to be. Sometimes the Sinnoh League will have trouble finding her to get her to report to her champion duties as she's gotten distracted and wandered off to explore some ruins somewhere in the region and never told anyone where she was going. 

- She used to and still can climb trees in seconds if left unattended. This has lead to many a heart-attack for her grandmother, watching her little baby Cynthia nearly DIE falling out of said tree, only to be completely unharmed and even LAUGHING at the experience. 

- Actually is a REALLY big fan of the wrestling/battle royale circuit. She can and will burst out singing some of the intros at the top of her lungs, much to the shock of ANYONE in the room with her. 

- She also happy dances and likes to put on music when she works. She loves piano but even she can't resist a good earworm, humming along to it as she runs around the local library or (reluctantly) winds up cooped up inside doing or cleaning up paperwork. This is implied to be canon in a spinoff game (Pokemon Masters EX if you're curious) and I totally agree that she just-cannot be bothered to clean up her office and it's almost CONSTANTLY a mess because she keeps getting distracted by new things to look at or something she hadn't seen in ages (BECAUSE of the mess) like a book and just winds up reading it all day. It's a vicious cycle!

- The reason she loves piano so much is she actually knows how to play, and is VERY Good at it! A very dear member of her family taught her when she was very young and she plays to help remember him-wherever the hell he's wandered off to now. Music connects us just as much as pokemon do, in her mind-so whenever she plays, he's right beside her again-whether physically or not. 

- She has inherited the family 'way too fucking tall' gene and that does NOT help her intimidating appearance sometimes.

- Sometimes casually speaks fluent Latin/Greek just to confuse the shit outta people. Look, she isn't usually spiteful-but even the most graceful and kind people have their limits. The same person who taught her piano taught her it-probably for that express purpose. Also several swear words. (thankfully if she ever swears, it's in said language so hardly anyone will know-)

- She grew up feeling-quite isolated from others her age because of her intense focus on studying history and battling competitively. Mostly the history thing-the battling thing probably didn't help as most kids were likely TERRIFIED of how intense she got. But-...i think that's why she loved that member of her family so much. Finally, someone who understood her...! He'd even given her the egg that would hatch into her Garchomp. (It was SUPPOSED to be a togepi, that wouldn't cause much hassle aside from the occasional accident with metronome-...but NOOOOOO, he decided to let her cause havoc. Her grandma nearly smacked him.)

- Honestly if you told her you were a demon or some supernatural shit she'd probably be more fascinated and barrage you with questions than scared. Or kick ass if you were hostile-DO. NOT. FUCK. WITH THE CHAMPION OF SINNOH.

- She may or may not be guilty of spoiling hers and other people's Pokémon with treats. She can't help it! She has a WEAKNESS for puppy dog eyes, whether it be her own Pokémon, any she's babysitting (she feels like someone who would do that if asked) Or young trainers she's taken a shine to. 

- Wound up with a heavy ass, GIGANTIC hand-me-down backpack from who-knows how many generations ago and yes, she CAN lug it around with ease. She doesn't much for her league job, but it's her go-to when it comes to adventuring or exploring.  - Speaking of the backpack-she often carries her spiritomb outside of its pokeball inside while in particularly rough areas, usually hiding inside its keystone. You never know if you'll need a pokemon for backup and don't have time to reach for one of your pokeball before things get dicey, after all-and the sight of a very angry ghost and dark type pokemon erupting from an ancient backpack is more than enough to send anyone who would likely cause trouble PACKING-looking almost as if something is being summoned right behind her! (She doesn't know why she looks so terrifying that way, but at least it means no one will cause too much trouble)

- An absolute GIRLBOSS for sure-but also very, very soft when it comes to people she loves. She'll gush and gush about her family members-especially younger ones, or trainers she's mentally adopted (and she does this a lot.) as her own 'pack', so to speak. She'll try to tone it down if it makes them uncomfortable but it's so HARD-she feels so blessed to have people who love her for who she is, as strange and beautiful and intimidating and just a little bit odd as she can be that she just HAS to spread word about how amazing they are! (She's like one of those moms who shows off photos of her kids all the time, just not in an annoying way if that makes sense?? At least she tries not to be-but once she starts rambling about them or ANYTHING it is almost impossible to get her to stop!)

- Often makes hand gestures like pointing when she speaks, especially when she gets excited. She often doesn't realize she's doing it half the time-but she always does it when taking pictures. She just-feels like her hands HAVE to be doing something!

- I will not give away the massive spoiler this ties into but she OWNS the song Blood Right by Madame Macabre. JUST-IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS FOR LEGENDS ARCEUS, JUST-BE PREPARED YOU'RE IN FOR A RIDE!

[sylvies-chen]

TED LASSO 3.09 THOUGHTS

saw someone who got a screener say it was the best episode of the season and perhaps the best episode of the series and like… I AGREE VEHEMENTLY. THAT WAS AMAZINGGGGGGG

funniest line of the whole episode hands down was roy saying ��all of you know my ass is not hairy but not one of you spoke up. and I will never forgive you.” like TELL ME WHY THEY TOOK IT SO SERIOUS LMFAOOOOO

this whole episode made my little queer heart burst with joy for my best gay welsh boy colin hughes!!! and trent being the proud mentor watching the whole team embrace colin and watching ted have the most beautiful response of saying they DO care and to celebrate this part of colin’s identity AHH I LOVE THIS FOUND FAMILY MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF

call your friends and let them know: ROY. KENT. IS BACK. he is baaaaaack bitches! the roy we know and love is working his way back! his press monologue was so good and it shows the kind of integrity and kindness he can have

speaking of roy: rebecca’s harangue calling out roy? OUTSTANDING. it was so warranted but you can tell it came from a place of love by that very earnest look she gave him at the end (mostly love for keeley, but out of love and respect for roy too in my opinion)

she also wants roykeeley back like the rest of us y’all trust 🙏🏻

ok but BI JAMIE LOWKEY CONFIRMED???

and in the same episode where I… admittedly… loved the vibes between jamie and sam… like it gave enemies/rivals to lovers the way sam flipped him off when he wanted to be captain and jamie cut him off in his speech and they just laughed about it like ooh their friendship is so good we love the growth but also… that was flirting tell me I’m wrong

this episode felt like an ode to isaac and colin’s friendship. it felt like the journey isaac needed to decide that like “yes. okay. I’m your protector now. I’m sorry I didn’t see this before. I’m sorry you felt you had to keep this from me. but no more.” and sure he’s still very much A Straight Man™️ about it, but he’s willing to unravel and to deconstruct that in order to be the best friend his best friend deserves. my heart. 🥹

NATE MADE A GOOD DECISION AND DITCHED RUPERT YESSSS BABY STEPS. Rupert’s really going for the isolation manipulation tactic like he is truly scum of the earth I want to smash his face in. but JADE IS DOING NATE SOOO MUCH GOOD like he’s finally got a support system that he doesn’t feel codependent on and also doesn’t need to share with a whole team, so he can feel more secure in who he is now!!

FINAL SCORE IS 10/10 I LOVED IT AND IT WAS SO GOOD my only complaint is that there are only 3 episodes left and it doesn’t feel like it but eh wtvr

[itstheghostofmypast]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

Okay- so, first of all, thank you so much Anon, for this ask and I'm sorry I responded to late, but I had to take my time with this one.😭💖.

So here it goes, (i know i said i'd do two biases, im sorry guys, i love yall too much and i get too invested the word count was killing me)

1) @edenesth

Park Seonghwa- Rivals to Lovers

Here me out, he owns an old book shop across the street, he's been there longer than you too. This was his turf, his town, his people, people who loved to read in his cozy library, with its olden print books, worn out pages, read through by generations of the same family.

All was great until one spring she shows up, with her whole pastel plus minimalistic vibes, all with the cutesy trinkets and plants, with warm lights- he noticed some books too, but they were only for show- in conclusion it was a horrid place.

A horrid place where most teens would go to after school now, no longer going to his bookshop, where they'd gossip, read novels or mangas, or even look at pretty pictured magazines (the safe kind, mind you he kept nothing nasty). What's worse was that the older folk began to go there, too! Especially because of how nice she was to them, so polite and so pretty and - ANNOYING.

He even went to 'inspect' the place, with a sour mood and an ill intention, though he was greeted with a burst of sweet aroma, one that had his stomach growling and his inner foodie, begging him to pick at least one of the many pastries or have a cup of steaming, delicious coffee. What came next was worst, her, with her gentle smile and angelic features.

"Hello! Welcome to Spring Avenue, how may we help you today?"

"You're taking my traffic."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't."

With that he had walked out, starting a cold war, between the two. Ironically, she was a pacifist, never a fighter, but boy, did he piss her off, he knew all those buttons that would have her steaming like a hot latte.

The war had begun;

It all began when he put a " 10% off sign on Mangas, Fashion Magazines and Manhwas" that took a god chunk of her traffic.

In retaliation, she launched a "Friendship campaign, any customer that brings a friend gets a cake slice free."

Spend 2 hours reading here and leave with a borrowed book/novel of your choice."

"Buy a coffee and get a cookie free."

This continued throughout the season, so did their rivalry, to an extent that led their divided customers sense the tension. And like usual, highschoolers are escapists and this little feud of Seonghwa and her's was a problem they'd like to avoid, from her cafe they could see their beloved bookshop owner Seonghwa scowl at them, and if they were leaving the bookshop, the kids could feel the uneasiness in her smile that she give them once they'd pass her by.

"Congratulations, you're in loss." She sighed, closing the file, earning a scowl from the cafe owner, "Hey, I'm just here to check your bills, loss, and profit stuff, don't shoot the messenger."

"Alexia, come on." She whined, this was her dream, she'd put in her life's savings for this, "What should I do, Lexi?"

"Gosh, maybe not give out stupid discounts four times in a month?" Alexia sighed, rubbing her face, leaning back to stare at the bookshop across the street, "San said he knows the owner, maybe you guys could do a collab, instead of trying to each other's traffic."

"Who's San?" She asked her best friend, slash account manager and Public Relations officer- wait, was she dating!?

"Oh- uh- hey would you look at the time?" Alexia got up, grabbing her disposable coffee cup and bag, "Tell you what, you ask the bookshop owner dude about this? Okay? I'll get back with the details on Monday!" She called out as she walked towards the door, ignoring the cafe owner's questions about this San, "BYE LOVE YOU!"

That's how she found herself standing Infront of his bookshop that evening, still debating if she should go in or not? Was this idea even worth it, the guy was rude, annoying, stupid, incredibly handsome and sweet with kids and- the hell.

"Can I help you?" His deep voice came out of no where

She almost jumped out of her skin, only to turn around and spot the man she had been hating for the past ten months, standing there in all his angleic glory, with that ugly sweater and that overly comfortable scarf, not to mention his hair, his undercut had grown, quiet well too, perhaps he really was blessed with good genes.

"I uh..." she trailed off, pouting to herself, thinking of how he'd react, maybe he would make fun of her, or insult her or even go as far as to tell the town about her poor business management skills.

"Are you still open?" his question had caught her off guard, staring at him quietly wanting to see if this was a trick, only it wasn't, for when she nodded, he had looked around and then asked if he could...get a cup of coffee from there.

Of course she had said yes, why on earth would she say no to a customer, she needed the business. Unfortunately, that one cup of coffee, turned into two, then three, well- not as unfortunate as she would like it to be.

The two, mind you, who still didnt like each other, began to learn a lot about each other. He learnt how she was genuinely a sweet, caring and gentle person, her persona was indeed not fake but very real, this is who she was. She on the other hand, learned that he had inherited this business from his family, and he was an avid reader- sort a geek, a cute geek, a cute geek that could eat a whole chocolate cake with three mugs off coffee like it was nothing.

It wasn't until the third week of him visiting her cafe, that when he had stepped out to go there, he had bumped into her. She had almost fallen, but he was quick, gripping her wrist and pulling her into his chest, only to laugh when she mumbled an excuse, though he was glad she couldn't hear how his heart was hammering against his chest, wanting to stuff itself in the breast pocket of her coat.

That day she had asked him if she could check out his book shop, because she had been looking for old English bakery recipes and she couldn't find it anywhere, not any store around or online. Of course he had taken her to the right isle, in the right section in no time, this bookshop was his life and collecting and sifting through books was his passion, that day he had seen her passion, she had sat there, on the floor the entire night, reading book after book, mumbling to herself as she noted down recipes. He had sat next to her, helping her jot down notes, bringing her coffee- well not as good as hers, but good enough. At one point he had even ordered them a late night snack, well snacks, because he's a growing boy. He had closed the shop with the two inside, even pulled out a blanket and some cushions from the lounging area so she could comfortably work- she was a passionate girl and ironically he had realised something that night, only it turned into a full blown epiphany in the morning.

Next morning she had woken up right next to him, her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her as the blanket was draped over the two, they had fallen asleep while reading- oh my, he really was pretty up close.

Though the two pretended nothing had happened, nothing had changed, however, everyone around them had noticed, the highschoolers would giggle when he'd come to her cafe for a cup of coffee, or how the older folk would pat him on the back when she'd step into the bookshop calling him out for help, with her little, "Hwa?"

Neither really knew how it happened, but one night while closing up he had waited outside for her, telling her he'd drop her home, even though she lived close by. Slowly this had become part of their routine, he'd often talk about the latest manga or an issue to the Star Wars comics or whatever on earth he'd talk about, but she'd always listen. Always smile and laugh at his jokes, while he'd readily accept any test recipes she'd try, telling her that his stomach was like a blackhole.

But when do the two get together? Simple, on New Years Eve, when he had to close his shop but she had decided to leave her cafe open, wanting to cater to all those who were celebrating the arrival of the new year with their loved ones, she knew Seonghwa had to go home anyway and she didn't want to spend the night alone since her family was out of town. What she did not expect was a few minutes before the strike of midnight, the cafe door chimed open as she turned to greet the customer, only to freeze at the sight before her- Seonghwa entering with a bouqet of origami flowers, smiling at her as he slowly walked to her;

"I- I know you don't like plucking flowers or bouqets, so I made you these."

"You...made these?"

"Ofcourse."

"W-why?"

"I...because I..." but before he could finish his sentence his ears picked up the count down, causing him to quickly place the flowers on the counter and as soon as the fireworks rang in her ears, it was as if she could feel the burning warmth in her body, taking a second to process how his lips were on hers, his hands cupping her face as her hands instinctively went up to grip his coat, pulling him even closer. Who knew that one day she'll end up opening a cafe that also served as a bookstore, who knew that one day, her little, evil, handsome rival bookseller, would be the New Year's kiss she never knew she needed, the man she never knew she needed, the lover that she was blessed to have.

2) @yessa-vie

Jeong Yunho- Neighbors to Lovers

No, she was not the new tenant, he was, and for some ungodly reason he was also extremely ill-prepared to live alone. Like any other weekend, she was leaving her apartment to go to the cafe to sit in peace and finish her novel, but God had other plans. She had opened the door to come face to face with a tall, good-looking man, though the smile he wore scared her- he was one of those extroverts.

No, he was not mean at all, nor was he the manipulative kind, Jeong Yunho really didn't know how the pre-installed dishwasher worked, that's why he had come to her that fateful weekend, about to knock on the door but she had beat him to it, opening the door before he could, earning a sheepish smile in return- who knew his neighbour would be so gorgeous, who knew purple could look so good on someone?

"Hey, I- I moved in across the hall, apartment 19, lol, I guess we're neighbours, huh?"

She had only nodded meekly at his question, pulling her satchel closer to her person, not because she didn't like him, no, but because she wasn't much of a talker anymore, not so confident either and also- because regardless of how good looking this stranger was, he was still a stranger.

"I'm Yunho- Sorry to bother you, I know you must be going somewhere, but I- I uh- I wanted to know if you know how to operate the dishwasher?"

That's how she found herself in his apartment, leaving the maindoor wide open, so she could escape if something were to happen, but to her surprise he was just a regular idiot, one who thought the dishwasher was a rack used to dry the dishes- men.

That night Yunho met an angel, one who seemingly had her life planned out, held together well, while he was still trying to build something out of his- data analyst or not, living alone was not the easiest thing to do, yet, she seemed so nonchalant about it.

Overtime however, she noticed how he would come over to ask her for help often, sometimes it was the 'fridge isn't working right' other times it was the 'how much water do you add to rice while boiling it?' Honestly, she would've told him to piss off if it were anyone else, but it was her polite neighbour, her sweet polite, new neighbour who would pass her by in the corridor every morning, smiling at her and wishing her a good morning- even if she wasn't a morning person.

Ironically, he continued to ensure they cross paths, only because he wanted to get to know her, to talk to her, he really needed a friend, and since moving here meant Mingi and him could no longer hang out 24/7, he really needed another person to talk to, someone who was not Hongjoong from the finance department.

Ironically, she did not protest or tell him to get lost, instead she's quietly help him whenever he'd approach her, giving him a shy smile then going back to her apartment. That purple door tempting him to go back and knock on the old wood, wanting to know what Narnia like secrets she hid behind.

She let it be, truthfully, she wanted fo befriended him, but during these little adventures, she realised she had begun to neglect her book, the same book she had a deadline for, the same book she had been working on day and night, and now this puppy pops up and takes all her attention?

So what does she do? Simple, she starts to create some form of distance, leave before he'd be awake, come back home later too, also even if he did come to knock on her purple door, she wouldn't be there to answer it, so technically she wouldn't feel guilty right?

Wrong, instead God had punished her with a severe writer's block, one so bad that she had missed two of her deadlines, and according to her publisher, she was on her last chance. That's how she found herself at the very cafe where she would find solace, now on the verge of tears, staring at the laptop in pure agony, maybe this was payback for leaving him unattended and ignoring him or maybe she was never meant to be a writer.

A fresh cup of coffee was placed next to her hand, causing her to quickly pull back and look at the stranger, only her panicked eyes met a softer, more timid gaze, a gentle smile gracing her presence.

"Hey... you looked like you needed the juice." He smiled, gesturing towards the chair, as if asking for permission to sit down next to her, to which she nodded.

"I uh..." she paused. Should she even be asking him how he's been? Does she have the right to do so, or are they just neighbours- well, at this point, two strangers living across each other.

"I read your books by the way," he began, giving her a gentle smile, as he felt the way she had tensed up, honestly, initially he thought she was like that because his presence made her uncomfortable, but he soon realised it wasn't him, but she usually was this tensed all the time, this nervous and unsure, which made no sense to him because she was one of the most well functioning person he had met in the city, and he was glad to have moved in next to her, "It's great, the plotline is amazing and the details- you really captured the essence, I particularly liked the world you created, honestly, when I moved here I thought everyone wore those 'blockers' too. To not...feel stuff you know," he turned to look at her, only to catch her staring at him, a small chuckle escaping him when she cleared her throat, averting her gaze, "You were the only one who was nice enough to help me, even for the stupidest of tasks...it means a lot."

She stared at him in awe and disbelief. She had been trying to avoid him for almost a month now, couldn't he tell? Or was he just playing dumb- I mean he totally could be dumb, he didn't know a toaster comes with settings, just thought the numbers were there for the appeal.

After that the two began to "spend time together", it was strictly casual mind you, nothing personal, though he would drop by more often than usual, sometimes after work, sometimes on the weekends- to have dinner with her, he'd bring dessert, or to watch a movie with her, he'd bring the snacks- no, nothing domestic at all.

Or so they thought, because a few months in, he had come over by swinging the door open, yes he had the keys and she had his keys, only to find her standing there all dressed up.

"Where are you off to? What about movie night?"

"Oh no..." she gasped, "Yuyu, I forgot to tell you I had a date tonight." A date? Why? With whom?

"Wait, why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why would you go on a date when we- I mean...isn't it weird? Shouldn't you be more focused on your book, instead of this temporary romance?"

"Temporary romance?!"

"W-wait, I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong-"

"Out."

"W-what?"

"I said get out!"

That happened a week ago, she had been avoiding him for a whole week, she had been ignoring his calls, his texts, his knocks- no he didn't barge into her apartment, it took him a great amount of time to get her to open up to him and he idiotically clowned himself. So he decided to go to the next thing, go to the official reading of her book launch.

He waited there at the back, listening to her intently, taking in each word, who knew he would ever fall in love with, her neighbour, the same girl who had helped with the dishwasher, brought him dinner at night, spent time teaching him the usual ropes of living alone- who knew the very same girl had changed the plot of the book, basing it on her life, expressing how the shy, depressed protagonist, who thought dying her hair purple would make her feel better, realised that the only thing that would make her feel better would be a companion, a tall, handsome man, with a heart of gold- it was not that she needed a man, no, she just needed a friend, and she had finally found one, the inspiration to her writer's block, the Chandler to her Monica, the- HE DIES!? 

He gasped, appalled at the way she had ended the story, where at the end, on his deathbed the man tells his beloved how she never needed him, but he needed her to function, to live through each day- bloody hell.

He waited for them to leave when he finally approached her, somewhat upset-no, he was very upset, as she stopped cleaning up to look at him, raising a questioning brow, "What?"

"I can't believe you!"

"Funny, Jeong, I should be the one saying that."

"What!? You killed me!?"

"What?"

"I come here to declare my undying love- no I come here to tell you how much you mean to me and apologise for never asking you out but getting upset when someone actually asked you out and you KILL ME IN YOUR NOVE?"

"First of all, I accept your apology, secondly, the protagonist was DEFINITELY NOT YOU, I made him up WAY BEFORE I met you."

"Oh..." he stared at her then looked around the almost empty bookshop, maybe he should just leave-

"So...Will you ask me out properly now or...'l"

"Move in with me."

"Too fast."

"Was worth a shot." He smiled when she let out a small laugh shaking her head at his antics, "Take me to dinner, Yunho." She smiled watching him lean closer then pause, as if asking for her permission,  "Can I...?" His question was answered when she gripped him by the lapels of his coat, pulling him closer to crash her lips against his, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling back only to press his forehead against hers,

"We move into my apartment..."

"What? Mine's great-"

"Yunho, have you seen the window and the balcony on mine?"

"Your apartment it is boss."

3) @jaehunnyy

Choi San- Bestfriends to Lovers

Idiots, these two were complete idiots who were utterly in love with each other but were also too blind to realise that - why? Simple, because both feared that confessing to the other may ruin the long-held, deep bond.

A bond that had developed at the ripe age of childhood, middle school, to be more accurate. The day he had come to school, bored out of his mind, staring outside the window, wondering if he could jump on the closest tree to escape this prison. What he had not expected was an angel to come and sit beside him, well technically, the teacher had made her sit next to him, and he hadn't noticed her until she poked his shoulder lighter, causing him to jerk back and gasp, earning a few chuckles from the glass as the teacher just sighed in defeat.

"Wh-Hello."

"Do you need help with that?" She asked, pointing at the math equation in front of him. He looked at his notebook and remembered that's what they were supposed to me doing- damn that was a lot of daydreaming.

"Yeah, I guess...do you... know how to solve it?" He asked the new girl, too afraid to make eyecontact.

"Here, I'll show you." Turning to face him, she pulled his scribbled notebook closer.

"I'm San by the way."

That day onwards, a nice and quiet introvert at the back of the class finally began to crack open. From time to time, you'd hear him whispering to her, talking about some anime or a film. Often, he'd be telling her about his cat, Byeol, and how pretty she was. During break you wouldn't see San next to her for the first five minutes, no, he'd be sprinting across the campus,jumping down the stairs to go to the canteen to get her something to drink with her lunch, or a sweet snack, regardless of how many times she'd say 'it's fine.' During self study hours, she wouldn't be studying, no, she'd be busy tutoring her athletically gifted friend, he was...a little dumb, but that's okay, he was hardworking and she'd tell him she'd help him where he'd get stuck, explain and tutor where needed- especially in math.

As they grew older, he grew into his body, his self-esteem issues slowly subsiding, his feelings for her deepening, yet, never enough to tip the scale, at the bring of an edge but never enough to flow out he had to keep it all under control, because that's just how San was, patient and calm, he would never take a step if there was an ounce of the doubt when it came to how she felt about him. Though watching her spread her wings into the beauty she was, well, was somewhat problematic for him. Especially when she'd come to him, smiling like that, greeting him with the gentle voice of hers, asking him if he liked her haircut.

"What do you think?"

"It's...very nice."

"Just very nice?"

"You'd look pretty to me even if you were bald."

Conversations like these would have her heart hammering against her ribcage, and she'd pray to God that he couldn't hear it. She'd pray for it when he'd be walking home side by side, his shoulder bumping into hers, or his hand brushing against hers, when he'd take her bag from her, clicking his tongue at how heavy it would be,

"You trynna' build muscles like me?" He'd ask, though he was still very fragile, he'd only started going to the gym when he noticed how the 'basketball team captain', had decided to ask her to 'help tutor him too', though she had politely declined.

"Hmm? Of course not, Advanced Math books are just big like that..."

"Why do you do this to yourself, dove?" A nickname she had gained over the time, one used only by him.

"Because I wanna teach one day, I love teaching, I want to make sure people realise subjects aren't difficult or they aren't dumb, it's just that they're not taught properly."

Yup, he was smitten, on his knees, begging for her please ( he was also an idiot).

Ended up in college with her, though in a different major, like hell the now 'mountain of a man', no longer the kitten-like fragile boy, was going to major in math- business was a way better option.

This wasn't a bad situation, though they rarely had a few classes together, she'd still make time to see him, to text him as soon as class would end, but he'd already be standing at the exit, waiting for her with a coffee in hand and a dimpled smile, reserved just for her.

In no means was Choi San an extrovert, but somehow along the line he had met one, who later claimed that his MBTI had changed to an introvert too, though he doubted that notion- Jung Wooyoung.

Boistorous, noisy, obnoxious but a genuinely nice person at heart, Wooyoung was his companion in his major's classes, he was also the first person to know about San's little secret, since San trusted him enough to know, though Wooyoung assured him he had figured it out as soon as San introduced him to her as his "bestfriend".

"You're an idiot." Wooyoung snorted, taking off his shoes as he walked into the 4th years tiny apartment.

"What? Why?"

"You really think I didn't know?"

"How did you kno-'

"You can be bestfriends with a girl since childhood, unless a) one of you confessed to the other and got friendzoned but still chose friendship or b) neither of you confessed but are secretly crushing over the other."

"Wow, should've been a psychologist instead of a business major."

"What can I say, Sannie? I am a man of many talents."

Things progressed like this for a long time, Wooyoung watched from the sidelines how the two would basically act like a couple that was not a couple- almost everyone at campus thought they were a couple and Wooyoung was basically the third wheel. Not that he minded, and San appreciated him for that, he was glad Wooyoung's relationship with his dove was platonic- borderline sibling-like.

But Choi San was a fool, one that Choi San, at the fresh age of 25 wished that perhaps he'd be able to take the next steps, but something at the back of his mind held him back, were his personal desires as important as this friendship?

Which is why he stood there watching his best friend get ready for her date, her date with Wooyoung. After a conversation he did not like, but what could he say? He was too afraid to even confess, and well, Wooyoung wasn't a bad guy, and technically, he was his friend.

"I'm gonna ask her out, Sannie." The brunnet sighed, before taking a sip of his coffee, humming at the bitterness, perhaps this bitterness was sweeter than the bitter taste that had developed in San's mouth at the statement.

"W-why?" The bigger man with the fragile heart whispered.

"Because...I like her...I'm sorry but...I gave you time, so much of it and...I just wanted you to be the first one to know...if she says no, we'll all still be friends, but if she says yes...San, I won't hold back."

That had led to her first anniversary with Wooyoung, then the second and finally a day before their third anniversary San had texted the couple how he wouldn't be able to make it to their anniversary party because he had work that day and he wished them the best.

What he did not expect was someone knocking on his door at 2 am, opening the door to find a tear stained Wooyoung, only for him to punch the taller man in the face, watching him stumble backwards then wipe his eyes and sigh, "I swear- if you weren't such a great guy, I would've stabbed you."

"What the F*CK WOOYOUNG?"

That night was the first time he had seen Wooyoung cry, cry about how when she read the message she had become a mess, one that even Wooyoung couldn't fix, begging him for forgiveness how she made a mistake, how even though she was happy with Wooyoung, her heart belonged to someone else, someone who she thought she could move on from since he never confessed, since he never liked her back the way she did, and though the text was a confirmation of that, she couldn't bear lying to Wooyoung, to give him only half the love of what he deserved, knowing he deserved someone who would teach him the true meaning of love, because she was a teacher with only one student in mind, the idiot of a man- Choi San.

That night San couldn't sleep, not a wink, he processed the words over and over again, so did she like him? Should he confess to her? Now? Wouldn't that make it awkward? Or should he wait? Would that be a mistake?

Though his questions were answered in the morning when the doorbell rang at 7 am, making the sleepy man sigh as he stumbled to the door with blurry eyes, opening it still half asleep, only the slap he received woke sobered him up quickly,

"OW- WH- WHY ARE YOU JUST LIKE WOOYOUNG!?"

"SHUT UP! DONT TAKE HIS NAME! I HURT HIM BECAUSE OF YOU!" Never in the many years of knowing her, had she raised her voice like that.

"I-"

"NO! LISTEN TO ME!" She yelled before shoving him inside so she could continue yelling inside, "I like you- and you- you d*ck you could tell him you liked me but you couldn't tell me!? All those horrible dates you watched me go to, but you couldn't stop me?! You knew you liked me yet you let Woo ask me out!?"

"I- I didn't wanna ruin what we had..."

"San, I- what if I had married Woo? Huh? Then what? When you already had half my heart, I-"

She couldn't finish her sentence though, because the next thing she knew, he was smothering her with all that pent up love, his lips pressing against hers with a ferocity she had ever seen in her gentle Sannie, wanting to claim what he was too scared to touch before.

He only pulled back when she lightly pushed him back, gasping for air, looking up at him all flushed and pink, her swollen lips just enticing him even more,

"W-what was that?" She breathed out.

"Never say you're marrying anyone but me, I would've ruined the wedding even if it meant being thrown out."

"You're an idiot Sannie."

"No, I just had a teacher who could teach me math, but couldn't teach me how to love properly - guess she was learning too."

[laniissocool]

starboy

pairing(s): jack champion x actress!fem!reader

warnings: none really ? she/her pronouns, fem reader, cursing, mentions of stabbing and scream VI spoilers i think ? also not proof-read and lowercase intended !

a/n: hi everyone !! so this is my first fic and i do plan on doing a second part. i really am more of a reader than i am a writer so please leave criticism in the replies !! also instead of y/n or reader i use just a blank (___) so let me know if i should change that and i dont know whether this is fluff or angst or like in the middle ? i’d say its a normal story but wtvr !! hope you enjoy !

you made your way onto set. you walked with your tote bag thrown over your shoulder, phone in hand as you walked pretty fast without looking up. knowing how clumsy you were, you were surprised you hadn’t bumped into anything yet. or maybe anyone. you got a text and opened as fast as someone could blink as soon as you saw the name. 

jackkk💫:

R U Coming to set yet?🎥

you:

omw !! ready 4 me 2 stab u ?🔪🔪🩸

jackkk💫:

As ready as I’ll ever be😵‍💫

you asked jack if he wanted you to show him how to turn on all lowercase, but he refused. he said typing like someone’s dad is cool.

you caught yourself smiling at your phone before turning it off and looking around as you walked. 

a few minutes later you made it to your trailer. you walked in and turned on the light, cracking your knuckles then tossing your bag on the small couch you had. you took your phone back out and texted jack.

you:

i’m here in my trailer, come get me ghostface👻👻

seen at 1:14

you thought it was sweet that there was a mutual thing between you and jack where it was completely needed and necessary to end all texts with an emoji, if either of you couldn’t find one you’d have to call or send an audio message.

about an hour later, everyone got their costumes on and ready to film. you were so thankful that the character you played, Elena, gave off the same vibes as you, so, you could dress her yourself. sometimes even with your own clothing. maybe it was your face ? you were very pretty, after all. a kind of rarer pretty, like a magical pretty ? but it definitely was not just your conventional attractive pretty. everyone got on set and you saw jack for the first time that day. you ran up to him and hugged him, your arms wrapped around his waist, in a friendly way. he hugged you back and you pulled away after a few seconds. 

“ y’know, i think you’re a pretty good-looking killer “ you said to him with a soft smirk. 

you guys always flirted with eachother, not even realizing. 

“ why thank you “ he said in a weird accent. 

before you started filming the prop guys had to fix some stuff so you guys got a quick break. you walked over to jack’s trailer, which he wasn’t in and sat down eating some gummies you found in your bag. after a few minutes jack comes inside without making noise since the door was cracked open already. he closes the door behind him silently and sits right next to you. he peeked over onto your phone as you played your favorite game. even though it wasn’t really fun to watch, he was insantly interested in anything you were. you didn’t even realize he was there because of how into it you were, besides, he didnt make a sound.  you noticed when he reached over to your bag of Haribos to get one. you jumped and almost dropped your phone.

“ shit, jack ! fuck ! you scared the life out of me “ you said with your hand that held your phone up to your heart. 

he burst out into a fit of laughter.

“ your- “ he couldn’t even speak without laughing. after about a minute or two of him laughing wiping his tears and you staring at him like he’s insane he finally says something. 

“ your face, ____ your face ! you looked at me like i’d just stabbed you ! “ he said, still with a smile from ear to ear on his face.

you looked at him with an unimpressed look on your face, scoffing at him as you bit back a smile. 

“ it wasn’t even that funny, idiot “ you said as you ran your tongue across your teeth trying not to smile. he saw right through you.

“ you wanna laugh so badly, don’t you ? ” he said as he looked down at you. you looked up at him, with a soft smile on your face. you laughed a little too as you had to give in. the room went silent and awkward as you’d looked at each others faces for a few seconds. unconciously, you both leaned in. you looked at his lips and your full lips parted a bit. your heart was pounding but you didn’t know that his was too. your lips touched and your hand travels up his chest to the back of his neck, sliding up to grab a handful of his curly hair. you pulled him closer and before you knew it you were turning your head into the kiss. both hands around his neck now as you tugged lightly on his brown locks. then you realized. you really realized. you were close to, but not quite making out with jack champion. he was your starboy. you’d never believed it, even if you told yourself from this morning that you kissed jack champion for a good, 30 seconds, you wouldn’t believe it.

you opened your eyes and they widened, looking back at him. his cheeks a flushed, rosy color. as were yours. you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

you got up and he did as well after you, towering over you. he looked at you with eyes that were saying that he wanted you to say something. anything. you couldn’t. physically, nothing could come out. you had no idea what was going on, you never thought of jack in that way. or, well, in the way that you would kiss him for almost a minute straight kind of way. you walked out practically running to your trailer. 

all jack could do was watch, he was frozen and just as, if not even more shocked than you were. as you walked you remembered all the times you were around him. you’d get butterflies. he could be in the same room as you and you’d get butterflies but you’d labeled it as ‘nervousness’ for ‘no reason’. but it’d only ever happen around him. him. then you realized, the non-purpose flirting, the butterflies, the need to be around him. you were inlove with him ! god, how didn’t you notice before. that’s why everyone would look at you too with funny eyes whenever you’d flirt without knowing, thinking it was a friendship thing that only you two did around each other.

everyone probably definitely knew. they knew how you felt before you did. you opened the door to your trailer and locked it. you sat down as thoughts raced through your mind. how would you tell him ? how would you tell jenna and devyn and liana ? did he like it ? did he mean it how you meant it ? was it just a kiss for him ? .. is jack inlove with you too ?

[late-to-the-party-81]

A Court of Screens and Squishmallows

AN: So back earlier in the year, when I had my 1.5k follower event, you all voted for a third part to the CamBoy Sam story, meaning it becomes a series. With other challenges, plus a case of writer’s block, this took a lot longer to get to than planned, but better late than never.

This is also dedicated to my babies, @mrs-elsie-barnes and @christywrites.

Please feel free to send asks about Camboy Sam and Squishy.

Unbeta’d but thank you to @endlesstwanted for letting me bounce ideas.

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Summary: Part of your and Sam’s relationship is you helping him plan his live streams and then watching them on your laptop in real time. This time, you got to plan his entire outfit, and if it happens to be based on your favourite book boyfriend you can be forgiven for being a little excited…

Relationship: CamBoy! Sam Wilson x Room Mate! Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

CW: Explicit Sexual Content (Masturbation, M & F), Implied Sexual Content, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Domestic Fluff, Banter, Established relationship, Sam Wilson is a hedonist, Fantasies.

It’s not as though you’d been a shy, retiring virgin when you met and got together with Sam - far from it - but since being with him you’d definitely had your eyes opened to how boring and mediocre sex had been in your previous relationships. And while, yes, sex wasn’t the be all and end all of a relationship, that early relationship spark - that initial burst of lust - was still burning brightly. That fire, first stoked into life in a dingy nightclub as you watched a sexy camboy gyrate and pleasure himself through your friend’s phone screen, still licked under your skin every time Sam smiled at you, that mischievous twinkle in eye. Together you’d explored so many facets of your own sexuality that you’d never even considered.

You’d never pegged yourself as a voyeur, but yet, twice a week, you devoured Sam’s exhibitionist performances from your shared room despite him being just down the hall in his studio - his old bedroom. And speaking of pegging… there was something you’d never imagined yourself doing either, but you rather enjoyed it, reducing Sam to a whimpering, wrung out mess. Mirrors were also good. And toys. So many toys. You adored how Sam wasn’t intimidated by the use of toys, seeing them as tools to help enhance and prolong pleasure and not as any kind of comment on his masculinity.

The only downside to your relationship was having to move your beloved Squishmallow collection to the lounge - there was no way you could do the dirty with them staring at you with their innocent little eyes.

As you shut the apartment door behind you, and made your way to the bathroom to wash off the day leaving a trail of clothes in your wake, you couldn’t help but smile as you remember Sam’s joy on the delivery of the last package of items he’d ordered from the adult store. Most of the contents had been for his shows, thongs, strokers and vibes, but he’d slipped in a couple of extras and had wasted no time in riling you up so he could use them on you, over and over until you’d had to tap out. You’d had to explain away your aches and pains as overexertion from a gym session to your work colleagues the following day. From the grins thrown your way, you weren’t sure they’d been convinced.

The hot water from the shower head washed over your body, soothing the stress that only came from participating in meetings that could have been emails, and you reached for your washcloth and favourite shower gel. The gentle, delicate scent filled the bathroom and you hummed a random tune to yourself. It was Friday night and Sam had one of his scheduled live-streams. He’d be done by 9.30pm and then he’d be all yours for the weekend and you couldn’t wait. Tomorrow you had a day out planned - a morning at the farmer’s market and then an afternoon’s walk through the hills with a picnic made from their purchases. Sunday would probably be a combination of lazy and domestic, because unfortunately there were always chores to do. You were hoping to persuade Sam to do the laundry if you offered to go grocery shopping and you weren’t above pulling out a few sexual bribes if you had to. You hated laundry - you and the washer just didn’t get on and the less said about the drier the better.

First, however, there was this evening, and as you walked through to your bedroom, your towel wrapped tight around your body, you thought about all the preparations that needed to be made. You’d already planned a light supper that wouldn’t fill him up too much, and as you were home first, you’d boot up his computer and check the camera connection. Luckily, as the room was now his full time studio and didn’t have to do double duty as a sleeping space, he’d been able to set up the backdrop, set dressing, camera and lights last night. You just needed to grab your own laptop so you could watch the show play out. Maybe you’d get out a toy or two just to help yourself along until Sam finished and came to join you. 

That was always your favourite part of a streaming night - watching your man perform and display himself for the lustful eyes of his subscribers, knowing that when the camera turned off it was your bed he came to. Your body that his wrapped around. The pair of you knew each other inside and out, forward, backward and upside down, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Caught up in your musings, you didn’t register Sam’s return until his spandex covered, slightly sweaty body plastered itself to your back. “Eeewww,” you squealed and you fought your way out of his loose grip as he chuckled in your ear. Unfortunately, your towel didn’t survive the struggle and you let out a huff of amused frustration as it landed on the floor with a soft thump.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Sam joked. “I just appear and your clothes just fall off. It’s a superpower.” 

So cocky, you thought. Good thing he’s sexy as hell. You still rolled your eyes at him before purposefully turning and bending over to pick the errant fluffy cotton up from the ground. You heard his strangled groan and smiled to yourself.

“Squishy. Fuck. Why you gotta do that to me? Maybe I should sack off the stream and just take you to bed right now?” As you straightened and turned back, he took a step toward you. However, you held up your hand, stopping him in his tracks.

“Nuh-uh, buster. First off, you are sticky and gross and need your own shower. Secondly, if I don’t get to see you in that outfit and get my voyeurism fix, then I won’t be happy.”

Sam smiled back slyly and gripped the hem of his cycling top. With a sway in his hips, a move you recognised only too well, he slowly pulled the skin tight fabric up. As he bared his torso, he rolled his abs, and despite your best intentions you couldn’t draw your gaze away. Which meant you didn’t see the balled up, sweaty top making its way towards you until it hit you in the face.

Your affronted shout was just met with a hearty belly laugh as your boyfriend shed his clothes across the floor as he took himself for his own ablutions. “You’re lucky I love your dumb ass,” you shouted at his departing, and frankly disgustingly attractive, posterior. Sam just flipped you the bird and you snorted. Fuck, you loved him so much it was nauseating.

Slipping into a lacy bralet with matching panties, you left the bedroom and made your way to the studio. The backdrop, made to look like stone walls that you’d find in a castle in Europe, hung from the back wall, and in front of it a large chair that the pair of you had worked on to make it resemble a throne. You could also see the zipped garment bag, an unusual bulge to it indicating that it wasn’t just a suit inside. You really hoped your vision had come together as well as you imagined it. You smiled, just thinking about what was to come, and crossed over to the computer with a swing in your step. Once you’d powered it up, you switched on the lights that were already aimed at the ‘stage’. Satisfied that you’d done as much as you could to help Sam prepare, you made your way into the kitchen.

After taking all of your dinner ingredients out of the fridge, you decided to make you both a cup of tea as well. You put the kettle on the stove and then reached down your mugs from the cupboard, unable to keep the soft smile from your face as you did so. Your fingers traced over the handle of Sam’s mug, the silly approximation of a bicycle being the thing that made you realise what had been  - literally - in front of you.

When Sam hugged you behind this time, it was a far more pleasant and welcome experience. The clean smell of his own shower gel surrounded you as much as the man himself did. Yes, his skin was still damp, but as it was with water and not sweat, so you didn’t mind. 

“You looking forward to tonight then, baby?” His voice was a deep purr in your ear and your core clenched in response to his laden words. Somehow you managed to drag yourself from his embrace, shooting him a smile over your shoulder as you went to pour the hot water into your mugs.

“I always look forward to your streams.”

“But this is the first one where you a hundred percent picked the outfit.”

“Yeah, and you’ve been totally mean not letting me see it all put together.” You handed him his drink and looked at him, still a little in awe of his beauty as he leant against the side of the island, with droplets of water still dotted over his skin and only a small, white towel wrapped around his waist.

“Can you blame me for wanting to make an impact,” he responded, right eyebrow slightly raised.

You leant forward, pressing your lips against his softly, tasting the camomille lingering on them. “I thought it was my turn with the paddle,” you teased and enjoyed the brief moment of satisfaction as Sam’s eyes went large before he started to chuckle. 

“Whatever you want, Squishy. You know it’s all good to me.”

You adored the way the two of you could tease and joke with each other. “Hhmm, I’ll keep that in mind for later on then. But for now,” you pushed a plate across the island toward him, “you need to eat so you have enough energy for what I’m gonna want to put you through after your stream finishes.”

With a grin splitting his face, Sam saluted you before picking up the plate of cajun chicken salad. “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be ready for action, ma’am.” He sauntered - fucking sauntered - over to the couch and placed his mug on the coffee table. He also spread his legs, letting his towel fall open and giving you a glimpse of everything going on under there, absolutely paying you back for your earlier teasing. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth, then picked up your own plate and went to join him.

As the pair of you ate and drank, you shot the shit about your respective days and your plans for the following day.

“Ooo,” Sam exclaimed, “do you think they’ll have those little pastries again? The ones with the sour cherries and the vanilla cream stuff?”

“Creme patissiére? I hope so. They were so delicious last time. But I want some of the sour-dough bread, and the goat’s cheese. And the onion relish…”

Sam laughed at your enraptured food based ramblings. “I’ll make sure to go past the ATM on the way, shall I?” You elbowed him and stuck out your tongue, eliciting more laughter. Eventually though, 7pm rolled around and Sam excused himself with a soft lingering kiss that left your fingers and toes tingling with anticipation.

As he went into his studio, you busied yourself by tidying up after your meal, and preparing a snack platter for later on - you were both likely to be peckish after you’d worn yourselves out. Then you had to retrieve all of your strewn clothes and move them to the washer. Why either of you had thought that undressing as you walked was a good idea, you didn’t know. With the chores done, you returned to your bedroom, with five minutes to spare - just enough time to switch on your own laptop and load up Sam’s subscriber page. As the wait screen with its countdown timer appeared, you settled on the bed and drew your trusty vibrator out from the drawer at the side of the bed.

Then it was show time.

The backdrop and throne appeared in front of you, with some old-timey, almost ‘Ren Faire’ like, music playing in the background, but your attention was quickly diverted when you caught sight of part of Sam’s costume making its way into shot. Black leather arched into view, pulled taught and shaped like a giant bat’s wing. You squeezed your thighs together and leant a little closer to the screen. As Sam himself moved into frame, you let out an involuntary whimper. Black leather pants were moulded to his legs, ass and crotch - there was no hiding what was going on down there - and his upper body was encased in a black, lace necked shirt. The cord was loose, leaving the shirt wide open, giving a frankly scandalous view of the upper curves of his pecs and the sleeves - oh god, the sleeves! - were rolled up to just before his elbows. Over the shirt was a leather harness, with shiny chrome buckles and other decorative elements. That’s what the fake wings were attached to, but it still made a statement. A leather effect half mask covered Sam’s face from the nose up, however his eyes still glittered out of it like dark precious gems that, even through the camera, seemed to shine a light on the very essence of your soul. He’d even gone as far to attach fake ear tips, giving him an even more other-worldy appearance. He looked like every wet dream you’d ever had.

“There you are, little mortal…”

You almost combusted at his dark tone, but Sam acted as though it was nothing and reached out to the side to bring a goblet into the shot with him. He took a slow drink, never drawing his eyes away from the camera. His strong fingers, covered in rings, gripped the metal neck of the drinking vessel, and when he pulled it away from his mouth, the sheen of red wine could be seen on his lips. His tongue poked out, wiping away the residue and from your bed your breath hitched with need. He hadn’t said anything, but the power in his stance - his demeanor - had you flooding your panties. 

He placed the goblet down, just out of view, and trailed one beringed hand down his shirt, the light reflecting off the jewellery, a poor mimic of the sparkle that was in his eyes. His long fingers grazed over the bulge in his pants and you saw his cock twitch under the restriction of the material. He did it again, a moan leaving his lips and his eyelids fluttering. Without really thinking about it, you picked up your vibe, turning it onto its lowest setting, and began tracing it over your damp underwear. Sam’s hands moved to his belt, and he deftly unbuckled it before pulling out of the loops quickly with one hand. You pressed the vibe against yourself more firmly. 

There was a soft thunk as the belt dropped to the floor and Sam gave a predatory smile to the camera as he unbuttoned his fly. There was enough of a view of his skin and the hair of his happy trail to make it clear he had no underwear on. You watched as he slid his hand inside, cupping himself. He prolonged the eye contact as he stroked himself, teasing you - and his audience - with brief glimpses of the head of his cock.

He picked up the goblet once again and walked backwards until he reached the ‘throne’, whereupon he sat upon it insouciantly, lounging against its tall back. You wondered what he was thinking about as he put on his show. Was he imagining you standing in front of him, putting on some display of your own for his idle pleasure? He took another drink of wine then lazily pulled his cock from his pants. He stroked it slowly, from root to tip and back up again. From the sheen you could tell he’d lubed his cock up before he started, and you wished he was here right now, so you could take him in your mouth. Instead you just moved your vibe inside your panties.

“Join me,” he entreated with a purr, encouraging you to touch yourself even more.

This stream was so unlike Sam’s previous one. In those he’d been obviously performing - every move was calculated to titillate , but this was different. It was as though he was the viewer, watching his hundreds of fans touching themselves in the hope of being touched by him in return. He groaned and closed his eyes again, pleasuring himself with a firmer grip and a twist to his wrist. He was the epitome of a ruler - a High Lord or a General - who did as he pleased. The dominant aura he exuded was heady, and you couldn’t help but wonder if that was something the pair you should explore further.

Jolts of pleasure arced through you as you pinched and rolled at your nipples. It was getting more difficult to hold yourself back as you watched Sam ‘watching’ you. And then he spoke again.

“That’s it, darling. Just like that. I love watching you touch yourself for me.”

Fuck! It wasn’t that dirty talk was alien to the pair of you - you’d indulged in it on numerous occasions, but the outfit, his demeanor. Was this awakening something within you?

“Keep going, sweetheart. Show me how pretty you look. I bet you wish I was touching you back.” 

Your breathing picked up and your skin was clammy. You were so close - closer than you normally got while watching him. Your vibrator slid effortlessly through your folds, nudging your engorged clit with each pass as you watched Sam pleasure himself. You had the fleeting thought about whether his other subscribers felt the intimacy in this, but quickly returned to thoughts of your own pleasure and how, soon, Sam would be in this room, kissing you. Touching you. Fucking you.

You came. Your body tensed and tingles shot up and down your body from head to toe. Somehow though, over your own cries of release, you heard the soft grunt that Sam reserved for his on-screen orgasms. He was still regarding you through the camera lens, his milky spend splattering over the leather of his pants and his lower lip looking especially plush - he must have bitten it when he came.

Sam took a deep gulp from his goblet, before tucking himself back into his pants, although he didn’t fasten them. Then, somehow not trembling with the aftershocks of his pleasure, he rose to his feet and stalked back toward the camera.

“Thank you, darling,” he said in a low voice. “I enjoyed that.” And that was that. He walked off out of frame and the screen went dark.

“Fuck me,” you muttered under your breath and tried to regain some of your equilibrium. If he was that hot from the other side of your apartment, what was going to be like in a few minutes when he appeared in the room? Speaking of which…

You somehow managed to move your laptop onto the floor just as you heard footsteps coming down the hall, accompanied by the unusual sounds of something bouncing off the walls and Sam’s soft curses. “Goddamn wings. Too fucking wide.” You giggled. Somehow this was both unserious and sexy at the same time.

The door to your room burst open and Sam - turned sideways - walked through. How was he hotter-looking in the flesh? His wings swept out behind him, partially blocking out the light from the hallway and making him seem even more imposing. You were glad he’d ditched the mask though - you loved seeing his full facial expressions.

You reclined on the bed with a coy smile, leaning back on your elbows. “Very Illyrian coded,” you purred. 

“Did you enjoy that, darling?” Sam stepped closer, looming over you, and you fought the urge to squirm under his gaze. He bent forward and rested his hands on the mattress either side of your legs.

“I did. Very much, my Lord.” You hoped you weren’t overdoing the coquettishness, but it wasn’t every day that you managed to convince your real boyfriend to dress up like one of your book boyfriends, and you planned to wring every last bit of enjoyment from it.

“What do you think about my big… wingspan?” He wiggled his eyebrows and you couldn’t hold back your giggle at the silly double entendre.

“It provided a lot of… stimulation,” you countered and he smiled broadly at you.

“Well I hope you didn’t wear yourself out too much. I’m not done with you yet, mortal” He dropped to his knees and you peered down at him owlishly, before letting out a shriek, part surprise and part excitement, as Sam grabbed your ankles and yanked you towards him. As his tongue started to trace over your lace covered core, the leather of his wings brushed tantalisingly over your knee, and your last coherent thought was whether he’d be up for fucking you against the wall as you held onto his harness…

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[choco-court]

SONIC AS DRAGONS UPDATE

Choco's not done with the drawing but pur's too excited to wait to be done. If Choco has an audience here, some of you may remember a few months ago when Choco was fighting for purr fucking life trying to draw Sonic characters as dragons. Just absolutely It's so over and We so back! for like two or three straight days. The bottom line is it's going much better this time!

And Choco can't wait to show it off so here's some notes about the design decisions as they stand, to build anticipation for the art!:

Sonic: Choco is going Full Noodle. He is a noodle with big BIG wings! He scrunches up like a spring and bounces around with brief bursts of power from his wings to maneuver and build momentum in Eggman's bases! He'll probably have the largest wing-to-body ratio of the cast (if not straight wingspan) And you bet he goes full sunbathing snake too.

Choco put a part here about the attempts at designing Sonic and everyone that got reaaally long pur accidentally deleted it too fuck so it's getting moved under a readmore. (A note. Large, broad wings actually lend themselves to static, sustained gliding much more than speed or agility. In this way it would make more sense to have Sonic built like a hummingbird. That being said: If Choco wanted Sonic to be an explosive little ball then pur has his standard design. Choco Wants Dragons.)

Tails: He was unusually small when Sonic met him as a hatchling, but even now he's barely gotten bigger. As it is, his wings are too small to fly, so instead he uses his small size and prehensile tail to crawl underground and in the guts of egg bases; keeping up with his friends by completely bypassing the obstacles they have to deal with, and sabotaging them too.

Shadow: He has four wings!! Choco put his weird spiky spiral symbol on his wings! Choco doesn't have much to say about him but he looks so cool so far Choco promises. U will see. His having four wings doubles as both making him look more alien compared to everyone else, and pays homage to a friend of Choco's favorite HTTYD dragon, this friend is also fond of Shadow (:

General musings on the making of these deigns:

Some poorly connected tangents about the making of these guys:

The first time around, Choco just couldn't find any traction with Sonic, when pur thought it was going somewhere, new logistical holes would open. Sonic ended up kind of a microcosm of the challenges of trying to turn the sth designs into the dragons Choco wanted. All of the mobians have very large heads, hands, and feet, but Choco's preferred dragons taper at the ends, which leaves all of their most prominent features small and crowded on the dragons: Sonic was especially challenging because -Choco has been learning- Sonic's design in particular relies on his silhouette to feel like Sonic. While the other characters, who were designed to look in-line with Sonic after the fact, get sorts of motifs to make them distinct from him. Like Tails' tails, and his techy/little kid vibe, Amy has her hammer and clothes, Shadow has his goth look (and is Sonic's literal Shadow and will always be visually defined by what ways he does and doesn't look like Sonic. And he has his cool edgyness (genuinely. Shadow is SO COOL)) Sonic is a little bit the Everyman of sth design.

A seperate tangent on the making of Tails: Choco didn't make it past the doodle phase with Tails the first time. What with all of the cast suddenly being able to fly, Choco had a hard time thinking of ways to preserve his unique utility with the wider cast. Choco tried giving him two tails again and no wings, which just looked too weird, and he looked too much like a normal cartoon fox. Now he gets to stay unique in a similar vein as canon, with a fun prehensile tail to justify his nickname and use for inventions (: Funnily enough, Choco actually hasn't properly drawn him this time either yet, but now Choco has a sturdy conceptual base to start on, so it will go much smoother, hopefully.

Shadow's design was fun in that Choco had all the ideas pur needed right away, the trouble was execution. Specifically of the color blocking verity. It just. took waaay too long to figure out how to put color on him in a way that made anything clear. Eventually Choco sucked it up and put some bigger splashes of red on him instead of puny little stripes on the edges, and it cleared right up. Choco still wants to experiment with his body type tho, pur keeps making him a bit bulkier then everyone else but pur wonders if that's strictly necessary.

[livlepretre]

I'm really curious (sorry if you answered this question before), but do you see canon Klaus doing the same kind of things FE Klaus does?

Yes, absolutely.

FE is my unvarnished interpretation of the characters, as they were presented in the earlier seasons of the show. The entire plot of FE is even taken from a scenario Klaus himself voices: he declares in 3x05 "what I want is to take my girl, take my hybrid, and get out of this one pony town." Obviously he wants to kidnap her in order to use her for her blood. The whole thing about wanting to make sure Elena settles down with a mortal to bear children and continue her bloodline is taken from his stated intentions in the episode "The Dinner Party," also season 3. Please keep in mind that I started working on FE when season 3 was first airing, so the characterizations are GREATLY taken from that era. So, when I was first working on this fic, Klaus had no canon romances save for what we saw of his affair with Katerina in 1492. Lines like "love is a vampire's greatest weakness" had huge influence over how I envisioned him-- and the fact that his early characterizations bear this out only added fuel to the fire. Wondering things like, why use Jenna in the sacrifice??? and speculating on his psychology all fanned the flames. I saw him as emotionally cowardly, and vengeful, but also, that there was no line he would not cross. That's the fun thing about writing Klaus. If I'm trying to figure out how he will respond to something, the worst and most dramatic possibility is OBVIOUSLY the answer. Whenever I wonder if I should dial it back, I think about that time in the season 4 Christmas special when he slaughtered all of his hybrids in a mad rage and then drowned Carol Lockwood and I go LOL NO Klaus is going to Klaus, I might as well let him go as far as he wants to go.

As for other various things-- like, I think the tv show had various constraints as a teen tv show-- a lot is implied in tvd but not explicitly stated because the show couldn't. It wasn't on HBO. So, while there is a weird amount of gore (heads falling off shoulders, hearts ripped out of chests), the sex stuff is all pretty tame. I have to assume the debauchery (and the viciousness of the gore) would all be dialed up without those censorship limits-- they're vampires. Like, Stefan is called "ripper." What does that mean? What are their habits? what are their cavalier attitudes about human life?

So, for me, when I watch tvd, I absolutely do interpret it as "oh, Stefan and Klaus were fucking in the season 2-season 3 hiatus, and Rebekah is obviously incestually invovled with Klaus and in a threesome with him and Stefan"-- the subtext is there and is just too strong a vibe to interpret it otherwise, for me. But the network wasn't going there. The spiciest sex dynamic they were willing to imply was a Rebekah x Sage x Damon threesome; which, ffm is just not that big of a deal on American tv; I doubt the show would have ever gone for a mmf threesome, let alone an incestuous one, let alone with their male romantic lead (and the woman isn't even the heroine). Like, mainstream network tv just isn't going to jump into that, even though this dynamic is basically screaming itself from the rooftops.

Uhhhh and do I think Klaus would fall in love with Elena?

I mean, to me it seems like the obvious ship, which is why I keep writing about it?

I am not one to let the fact that Elena has so many love interests stop me from adding in more or seeing the potential for more.

And one of the main goals of FE was to try to write this ship as I think it would realistically play out: this is why it is so slow, and painful, and full of so many set backs.

It's the sort of ship that sets fire to everything around it and then, MAYBE, some sapling will grow out of the scorched earth.

(Well, I say maybe. Yes. Definitely some young green shoot is going to burst out of this and turn into a majestic ship tree. Or something.)

[terminalisms]

caved so quick to the 2nd muse impulse o mein gott......throwing sejoon into the mix with another minimal stats page + round two of rambly character intros 😵‍💫 if u are interested in plotting just like this post or add me on discord!! (tip.toph) 🥰

tw! mentions of terminal illness, death of a parent

only son to 2 anomalies. plain jane working class background

in a past life, dad is still a top tier hardboiled detective who doesn't gotta think about the fact he has a wife and kid at home

in this one, mom is inconveniently out of the picture for......... [vague gestures] reasons and he has to hunker down into single father life fast. ends up opening a restaurant in order to be able to provide

but in spite of all of this his childhood isn't so bad! he and his dad are close despite obvious stark differences in personality, which can be summed up as naive softie vs cynical hardass. even if sejoon's too trusting ways has dad up at night wondering how the hell is this kid gonna survive on his own

also dad: [does the absolute most to keep him shielded and sheltered cause he's Seen Things and as a parent's bare minimum that means letting a kid being a kid. which means shoving things deep under a rug and the default response to any inkling of curiosity being "Don't worry about it"]

until sejoon's anomaly kicks in at 12-13 by making a patron's chair float on accident and his dad's like k. better late than never......

its a little (ok a lot) hard to coach sejoon through controlling his abilities considering dad's own anomaly is not anything remotely close to moving things w his mind (its memory manipulation btw for some hwang fam #trivia) and sejoon is like ): but this is so cool why shouldnt i wanna show it off......

their deeply anti-anomaly district with equally staunchly anti-anomaly neighbors, friends, politicians being a VERY good reason not to: (:

dad: wear this patch thingie. dont ask why just do what i say

(thank god for nullivi huh like seriously)

doesnt stop the bubble bursting with when people realize ur not "human" they treat u different but ykw.........the sun is still shining and the world is much much bigger than their humble slice of daegu for EVERYONE to be that way

sua's open for admissions just around the time sejoon's thinking about higher ed AND broadening his horizons. gets in on arts scholarship and off he goes

baby bird leaving the nest turns fish out of the water. college and seoul are a bit of an adjustment but exciting all the same. and he does thrive! gets involved in the sporting rallies, really developing his artistic vision, has a social life, and gets to be his #true self among fellow anomalies the whole enchilada

things only really go downhill in the last 6 months of his undergrad with 2 wrecking balls: a devastating breakup and (TW: ILLNESS, DEATH) his dad being diagnosed by stage iv lung cancer

its right after graduation that sejoon immediately falls off the face of the earth for 3 years to be his father's sole caretaker until his death (END OF TW) no one i mean no one knows what he was doing or where he is

but hes back now to do his mfa!! let the bella loca where the hell have u been-isms begin

vibe wise hes bright, social, easy to talk to but can also be kind of spacey eccentric and the ultimate pacifist. the type that makes u feel like u guys are sooo close but then when u reflect ur like actually idk if i really know much about him at all (which!! is not totally intentional he just makes for a better listener and is great at making conversation about what YOU have to say). these days that same can do energy is there but it doesnt feel the same if u look too close but its fine!!! everything is fine

plots that are marginally better than the first time around but not by much:

friends who were blindsided by him going mia without warning

friends who are gracious enough (or equally ??????? avoidant? weird even) to pick up where they left off like nothing happened in the first place

people who dont even know who he is so like none of the above for his sob story doesnt even really matter

this is really really limited to one (1) person but somebody who managed to run into him in the three years that he was laying low

will require extensive plotting but the ex......not necessarily endgame but i am in the mood for some bittersweet woulda shoulda coulda's, angst and answering the penultimate question of: why did we break up?

former teammates? i imagine he was part of house samjoko during undergrad

ur a stranger feeling nosy and ur ultimate mission is figuring out where hes been. he lets u speculate

u need someone to do ur graphics. can be contractual pro bono whatevah.......

im running out of steam here but i am open to it all please hmu

[goddesspharo]

fic writer asks: 9, 12, 24

[fic writers asks!]

9. start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?

It is around 2k so not very long. But I took a lot of breaks to do life stuff, went out for pizza, tried to figure out if I could work it into another fic that I was originally writing when I started writing this before I realized that it wouldn't work without adding a WHOLE lot that messed with the vibe of that fic. All of that probably ate up most of the time. Oh, and I went back and switched tenses like three times which was extremely annoying.

12. a trope you’re really into right now

Not really a trope, but I'm back on my space AU bullshit! Oh, and idiotic heroic sacrifices! Also thinking about a lot about when people choose each other in every universe in time travel stories because I just finished watching the first three episodes of Apple TV's Dark Matter, a show whose twists are only twists if you've never watched tv before and mostly exists to tell you that dudes will becoming Schrödinger's cat just to undo the mistakes they've made with Jennifer Connelly. There's a lot of stupid easy domesticity which I kind of love, but more importantly, there is a scene in the second episode in which the Jennifer Connelly who is an artist in the other universe tells OG Joel Edgerton that she believes his outrageous claim that they're married with a kid in his universe and wants to know what their marriage is like - a clear ploy to ask the follow up question about what their sex life is like (which, like, GOOD FOR YOU, Artist Jennifer Connelly, you bone that hot man who broke your heart in your universe!) only to have the show immediately do her character so dirty. But THAT whole thing reminded me of Fringe and that one scene I vaguely remember where Olivia tells Peter that she can't forgive him for not being able to tell that he was with alt!Olivia while she was killing herself trying to get back to him. Time travel: the ultimate relationship drama maker.

24. how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

Hah, this question assumes that my creative bursts ever outnumber the moments when I'm not feeling creative! Watch a ton of movies and knock stuff off my watchlist. Depending on the time of year, I might put that energy into screaming when my sports teams decide that they're going to break my heart instead of winning? Writing is a hobby so I don't necessarily feel like I need to recharge if it's just not happening. I just...live my life, I guess?

[thehitchhikerguide]

Season 1, Episode 3: Split Decision

Finally we get to an episode I remember watching back in the day. Even though I knew what was going to happen in this one, I was still very excited to re-visit it as I remember it being kind of bizarre.

We start with the opening theme music and then, wait what's this?

Who is this guy? We've spent all our time establishing a relationship with Page and then we see someone else?

Oh so he does exist! I guess this was one they couldn't re-shoot with the new Hitchhiker so they kept it as is. I knew I had seen a version with him in it, so it must have been this episode.

They actually used to play this one quite a bit in syndication despite the fact that it's a totally different guy. I honestly don't know why they bothered to re-shoot the other ones when they couldn't do this for all of them, but whatever. I was curious if somehow the Hitchhiker ends up more integrated with the plot.

This episode actually takes a different approach and instead of starting with the main character driving, we see him in his office. This is Jake, a down-on-his-luck real estate agent who has some interesting vintage phones on his desk.

I guess instead of having a phone with multiple lines, he just has two different phone lines? At first he doesn't seem like your average Hitchhiker protagonist since he's pretty dorky and you can't really imagine any sexy situations with this guy, but this is HBO after all.

I'm not sure he's actually talking to anyone on these phones since he happens to accidentally hang up the phone with the other receiver, yet the caller is supposedly still on the line.

How is that possible?

Anyways, it's time for driving so we can figure out how the Hitchhiker fits into this plot. Wacky music starts playing when we see this character's crappy car. I guess this is to establish that he is indeed very desperate and bad at his job. Hearing this music I expected a bunch of clowns to start coming out of it. But instead it looks like the car is about to burst into flames.

He meets the Hitchhiker while Jake is lost in some suburban neighborhood. He approaches him to ask him if he knows the road of the house he's trying to visit and he just points.

I guess this was why they couldn't re-shoot this because the editing would probably look pretty bad. My main question with this scene is, is this guy hitchhiking in some residential neighborhood? Isn't that a bit creepy?

The Hitchhiker seems to know him after he drives away since he tells the camera that Jake seems to think he's charming sort of a guy. Wow this hitchhiker sounds really Canadian and much friendlier than the one we are used to. I definitely prefer the creepy vibe that Page gives off more, but this was interesting. Anyways, charm can sometimes fool the charmer, or so the Hitchhiker says.

Jake drives up to the house he's been asked to sell. This guy really doesn't look like a Jake, more like a Herman or a Norman or some gross dorky name. We meet sisters Frances and Priscilla Packard played by real life actress sisters Audrey and Judy Landers. Now here are some actresses that look familiar. I know Audrey from singing that Tits and Ass song in the A Chorus Line movie. Judy Landers was in that Stewardess School movie which I caught 10 minutes of on Comedy Central back in the 1990s. Audrey actually went to Julliard and somehow she is still in this show. Both had made a number of television appearances in the 1980s so they are very familiar character actresses. Both are very good in this episode playing dumb sexy blondes which is basically their M.O.

They also like to dress as magician assistants around the house. This is because their father who left them this house was a famous magician.

Jake was very subtle when meeting these bodacious babes.

Get a good look Constanza?

He also says to one of them "You should have a sign that says 'beware of bush!'" Considering what happens to this guy in this episode, I think he should maybe take his own advice.

He also comments on how he likes the mounds in the garden. Real smooth.

There is some wackiness where he thinks both sisters are actually the same person until they appear together.

Of course being a classy guy he says "Stereo blondes! This is going to be delightful." I guess due to the unfreezing process he seems to have no inner monologue.

As he moves through the house we see a lot of cutlery imagery. One uses a chain saw, he runs into a hand saw, there is a random guillotine in the living room. Very curious.

There is also a bear in the closet. Oh Canada!

After the house tour, we learn that the sisters have trouble sharing. They had a doll someone gave them once and they had to split it down the middle so they didn't have to share it.

You can see here this doll is perfectly in tact with not even a seam down it, but somehow...

Jake is back in business as he gets to show his two new clients each a new home they can buy after they sell the home they are in.

This lady seems to be the only person to realize how disgusting this guy is.

The first sister gets shown a nice modest house. She gets horny when she finds out it has a fireplace and immediately strips and seduces Jake. Good Lord.

The second sister is shown a condo complete with creepy mannequins. He turns on the fireplace and we find out that fireplaces turn this sister on too.

There is a weird jump cut with this scene. My guess was the actress was too disgusted having to pretend to have sex with this guy and they had to cut out a facial expression.

At some point he does say the line "Let's slide into escrow together." Yuk.

I have to say the score on this episode with the wacky music is really distracting. Jake goes back to the house sometime later because he finds out the girls are not going to sell the house. Both sisters are just hanging out in their underwear.

Oh and one of them is making a sandwich. I'm sure this is doing it for someone right now.

They let Jake know that they both like him and they can't share him so they are not going to sell the house. He does seem more concerned with the fact they won't sell than the fact that these sisters are both after him. They both want him for some reason so his solution is that both of them can have him. They decide to take a photo to commemorate this moment.

There seems to be something happening behind him. Watch the birdie!

Wow that's a perfectly sliced sandwich! Ta-dah!

This scene has weird blocking, I couldn't tell how they got to this spot. And why is there no blood?

We end with the sisters walking through their garden talking about what new things they were going to plant in their mounds. The Hitchhiker has a voiceover, but we see his reflection in the door meaning he has been creeping around this neighborhood the whole time. He informs us that Jake would do anything for a sale and now he's a permanent fixture in the house.

Wait a minute...mounds in the garden? Are all those mounds other bodies of people they have done this to? Who is supposed to be the villain here?

I did like this episode. It was still crazy even without any supernatural elements. And it's nice to see that Nicholas Campbell wasn't completely erased from existence.

This is the last of the first season that was shot with the first Hitchhiker. The next one is the start of season 2 where I think they have finally figured out how the Hitchhiker fits into the series. I can't wait to find out what happens next.