#making music for themself for once

[shreddheir]

The new Acht art is a parallel of their first album cover I’m gonna CRY.

I’m frustrated that the only posts of mine that get reblogs are low effort. Please go look at my art.

[thinkingstoned]

currently hearing my housemate talking in the other room. which would be fine, exceept i am Also hearing our *neighbor* talking through the wall opposiite Same Time

i am viibrating into orbit

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Ethan Landry fingering you for the first time and…overstimulating you 💞

Just imagine the first time that your boyfriend Ethan fingers you. Ethan is sitting on your bed, his head comfortably resting on your pillows while you’re snuggled between his legs with your back against his chest. It had started off slowly, Ethan doing his best to learn how to please you, to make you let out the prettiest sounds just for him and only him. His fingers tentatively danced over your covered pussy, testing the waters as he just let the pads of his fingers trace over your panties in silence. Just feeling the delicate lace of your pink panties under his soft skin was already making Ethan feel way too tight in his jeans but today was only about you and your pleasure. After some time his soft gestures turned more ardent. His fingers massaging your clit through your panties as little moans could be heard in the room, making your eyes close at the pure feeling of pleasure your sweet boyfriend was offering you. It wasn't long before Ethan could feel a damp spot beneath his moving fingers as the circles he was tracing along your pussy lips held more neediness from him.

« Can I take these off, please baby ? », Ethan asked you with a gentle voice as he slightly played with the pink material of your panties. When you nodded, you could feel without seeing him, the smile that appeared on Ethan’s face as he removed the damped panties from your legs. When his right hand returned to their favorite place between your opened thighs, caressing your wet cunt slowly, Ethan felt bashful and whimpered at how much he had turned you on. He had no idea he could do this…and just the thought that he was the one making your little pussy glisten with arousal was making his head spin as a blush tinted his cheekbones a pretty pink.

Ethan’s fingers found your clit easier than you thought, almost instinctively, as he started drawing firmer circles around the bundle of nerves, occasionally dipping his fingers down to gather some of your wetness. By dint of repeating these movements, your boyfriend found himself more and more curious to stick something in you, letting his fingers lingers above your hole that was clenching around nothing.

« Can I finger you, p-please ? », Ethan asked with a flustered tone, almost innocent, a tone that was making you weak in the knees, his actions nearly making you doubt if he really was a virgin, his hesitant yet needy words starting to make you lightheaded.

As an answer, you took his free hand in yours to intertwine your fingers with his and kissed his knuckles with a nod.

Ethan slid a finger in your warm hole, soon after adding a second one as he wasn’t patient enough, he wanted - needed- to give you more pleasure, to feel more of you in this intimate moment. Ethan pressed a few kisses on your flushed face, along your jaw and neck, covering any patch of skin his mouth could reach with affectionate and reassuring kisses that quite contrasted with the way his fingers were thrusting in and out of you at a strong pace. His fingers could reach what you couldn’t and fill what your fingers could normally not, it was too much and not enough all at once as your hold on his hand tightened with moans slipping from your mouth, a music for Ethan’s ears as he focused all his attention on you. His lips did not stop from kissing you as his fingers quickly brought you to one of the best orgasm you’ve ever had, as you let out a cry of your boyfriend’s name when his thumb brushed over your sensitive clit. You sighed in a dreamy and drowsy state as you tried to breathe back to normal when his movements started to slow down.

But Ethan’s mind was elsewhere…too lost in the feeling of your twitching hole as his fingers sloppily dragged themself in and out of your warm and sopping pussy. Ethan’s gaze was dark and his pupils blown wide, his mouth slightly opened as he looked over your shoulder to observe with attention the way his fingers continually disappeared in you. You tried to grab his hand when he started to overstimulate you but Ethan had another idea in mind. Your boyfriend grabbed your knees to put them across his muscular thighs, holding you there, nicely opened for his corrupted eyes to see.

« Please, baby… just one more time… just want to make you feel good a-again… and again. », Ethan murmured into your ear breathlessly as he was already thrusting his fingers into your quivering puffy cunt.

•

By the time Ethan’s fingers were pushing in and out of you in a way that was making your eyes roll back into your head, you were almost drooling on yourself as your boyfriend continued to play with your poor overstimulated pussy in the comfort of his strong arms holding you. Loud squelching noises could be heard in your room as you squeezed your eyes shut and bit your bottom lip to try containing your obscene whines and whimpers of pleasures that kept on coming out of your mouth.

Ethan stayed focused on what he was doing while his chin was carefully resting on top of your right shoulder, his eyes engraving every little detail that he found important. Which movement was making you sing the prettiest moan ? Which angle was making you tremble in his arms ? Or which spot he kissed was making you hold his hand tighter ? Ethan’s thumb came circling back up on your sensitive clit as the pretty boy couldn’t contain his little moans close to your ear at this lewd moment he was sharing with his precious girlfriend, a scene that it was hard for him to admit he adored almost more than anything else.

After you came on his fingers for the second time, your body trembling in his embrace, it took you some time to breathe back to normal or to even comprehend where you were, too focused on the sensation of your climax still tingling your lower tummy. All you could sense was Ethan’s lips that covered your skin in featherlight kisses to slowly ease you down from your strong orgasm.

« You were so perfect… », Ethan murmured with a proud smile in the crook of your neck, the tip of his ears a deep shade of red with his usual shyness that he couldn’t contain even after making you see stars with his fingers. The man was definitely a mystery, you thought in your head with an inward giggle.

Ethan slowly removed his fingers from your warmth, making you whine quietly as you now felt empty. Ethan, with his chin still resting over your shoulder, looked with interest at the way his fingers glistened with your cum. His cheek brushed against yours as your boyfriend tentatively inched his soiled fingers towards your opening mouth to make you taste yourself, softly massaging your tongue with your juices. After a moment, Ethan removed his fingers from your mouth that was still connected to his fingers with a string of saliva, just to get a taste himself as he quietly moaned around his fingers at the new sensation.

Ethan then tightly hugged you protectively to his chest from behind, your thighs still trembling lightly in his loving embrace as his puppy eyes looked down at you.

With this position, you were now able to feel the damp spot on his jean sticking to your bare ass, revealing to you how Ethan had cummed into his pants just from giving you pleasure.

« Fuck, you’ve really bewitched me, my sweet angel… », he murmured with dreamy eyes as his hands tightened their holds on your waist possessively. Ethan kissed your lips with passion before he laid his forehead against yours when you turned around to caress his jaw.

This was supposed to be a blurb but this pretty man is haunting my days and dreams. I’m just too fucking inspired by him its not even funny anymore - I love him sm, god help me, I need to be sedated asap. 🤭

💗 Ethan Landry Masterlist 💗

[slasherscream]

A/N: shout-out to @abominableghostface, who was my beta reader and co-conspirator as usual.

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + WHAT TYPE OF "LEAVING IN THE MORNING" PERSON ARE THEY

❥ we ride at dawn. try and survive ❥

Billy Loomis - The man with the plan. When he says morning he means we are going to be in the car and on the road by the time the sun rays begin to hit the earth. Granted, it's not a hectic morning by any means. He'll have made sure the two of you started packing days in advance. There’s no last minute rushing around. No wondering if you packed a toothbrush, or your favorite jacket. You double checked everything the night before, and then checked behind one another to make sure. But no matter how peaceful the waking, being dragged to your car at 4:30am will make you want to kill him. He passes you your favorite blanket that he threw in the dryer last minute, a cozy protection against the dewy chill of the night turning to morning. When he tells you to sleep until he finds somewhere decent to eat you hate him a little less.

Jordan Li - By nature Jordan is more of a night owl. Through pure necessity they’ve molded themself into something resembling a morning person. Sure, the way they don’t start smiling before 10am shows you it’s not at all a natural state of being, but they do it anyways. 

So used to starting the monotonous, average days bright and early they’re definitely not going to want to start a vacation late. They wake up to the sound of their alarm. They wake you up to soft kisses pressed into your skin. When you open your eyes, scowling at them anyways, they can’t help but laugh, “Yeah I know, I know, fuck off. But we gotta head out before traffic hits.” 

Knowing how you are in the mornings Jordan packed the car last night. When you roll over, intent on ignoring them they roll their eyes and shift, so that he can drag you from bed no matter how hard you try and make yourself dead weight. 

You’re still half asleep, leaned up against him beneath the spray of the shower, but wake up when he flicks water at your face.

“Fuck off.” You grumble. 

“Once we’re on the road I’ll fuck off for at least an hour. Then we’ll grab breakfast, yeah?” He pushes a loofah in your hand and grins once you take it. They shift again, nudging you out the way with her hip so you’re sharing the water instead of hogging it, “Wash my back so we can head out.” 

When they wake you up outside a diner two hours later instead of one you’re feeling much more agreeable, pulling them in for a kiss when they open your car door.

Sebastian Valmont - A chronic riser with the sun. It doesn’t matter what time he goes to sleep, he is going to wake up right as the sun rises. He has black out curtains and takes morning yoga classes. The bastard. His body simply enjoys being awake at six am. Thus, he sees absolutely no reason why leaving for your trip should come hours after that. He’s going to be the one driving anyways. The maids packed all your things, and the butler brought everything out to the car. All that’s left is to get you out of the house. Sebastian helps you put on your clothes, laughs at the way he has to push your arms into your shirt, and drag you to brush your teeth. When he tucks you into the passenger seat he knows you’ll be asleep again by the time he slides into the driver’s seat. He sneaks glances at you for the first few hours of the drive, quietly listening to music and the soft sound of your snoring, enjoying every second.

Stu Macher - Ball of energy that he is, Stu is awake bright and early, and does not need time to “wake up.” He unfortunately acts like this is a universal experience. The fact that he’s excited about the trip makes his typical lack of empathy towards night owls even more brutal than usual. You’re unceremoniously dragged from bed. He tickles you as you brush your teeth. If you seem a little extra groggy that morning he hops in the shower with you and turns it on cold to get your motor running. He acts completely baffled about why you’re still scowling by the time he’s back from his banishment of loading up the car while you try to dress yourself in peace. To make matters worse he wants to talk about anything and everything with you despite the fact that the sky is still that sleepy shade of blue that’s half night, half dawn. You stare at him hatefully from the corner of your eye, grunting answers at him until you pass a diner that’s open and you can get caffeine into your system. His excitement for the trip is cute once you’re awake.

Kevin Khatchadourian - Rises with the sun and is deeply irritated that you don’t. On a regular day he rarely let’s you sleep in. You’ll be lucky if he chooses to start his daily routine without you. On the mornings when he decides to practice archery, which is most, you’ll get an extra hour and a half. By the time he’s coming back inside he wants you both moving around one another, starting the rest of the routine. Brushing teeth, making food, the idle chatter of your voice. Considering he’s not fond of changing your routine, which is exactly what a vacation is, he doesn’t want to hear a single complaint about the hour he wakes you up to start the drive. He also doesn’t let you fall asleep when you get into the car, even though he’s the only one driving. You’re keeping him company no matter how tired you are.

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - While he maintains a strict schedule of waking up early unless hungover he is by no means a morning person. He’ll wake you up as gently as he’s capable of if the shrillness of the alarm didn’t do the trick, rocking you by the shoulder until your eyes blink open. The two of you packed the car last night so there wouldn’t be anything to do or communicate with one another upon first waking up. Two non-morning people trying to talk to each other upon first waking up was a recipe for disaster. Especially if it was the pair of you. Quietly you go about your morning. Brushing your teeth side by side, bumping against each other every now and then instead of speaking. Ben grabs the green smoothies that he made for the two of you the night before, something to tide you over until you found a place he was willing to eat at (which was always an unnecessarily complicated task.) It’s thirty minutes of driving and radio playing softly before you’re caught in a bit of traffic and you’re awake enough to be sweet. You lean across the cupholder to kiss his cheek and he gives you a small smile,  “Morning, L/N.” The two of you are experts at sharing your mornings by now.

❥ we leave sometime before noon ❥

Jason Dean/JD - Will never wake you up before he thinks you’ve gotten all the rest you need. His favorite hobby is turning off your morning alarms if he thinks you set them unreasonably early in comparison to when you fell asleep. He’s certainly not going to break that pattern for the start of a vacation, when you should be resting. You’ll wake whenever you naturally wake up, JD still wrapped around you. You’ll shower, drink some coffee, do one last check of the luggage and then he’ll haul everything out to the car for you, no matter how much you both packed. He likes you to not lift a finger during your trips and it starts before you ever leave the house. It certainly puts you into a vacation mindset.

David Mccall - David himself is an early riser but likes to let you sleep in whenever he can. The start of a vacation is certainly one of those times. He spends the hours before you wake taking care of last minute things. He checks all the bags again, makes sure everything you could possibly need is packed, then loads up the car. He makes sure the house is clean so there’s no mess to come back to that you’ll stress yourself out over. Closer to the time he knows you’ll get up he starts making breakfast for you. He’s so focused on the task he jumps when your arms loop around his waist and you start to press grateful sleepy kisses to his back. You’ll be on the road in an hour or two, he’s in no rush. He wants you relaxed and enjoying yourself every step of the way.

Josh Washington - Due to his insomnia he is not falling asleep any earlier than one am most nights. To ask him to get up at dawn would be like killing a puppy. You both sleep in, wake up sometime just before noon. You like to be realistic about your expectations for yourselves, so there’s no rush. A late start was factored into the plans from the beginning. You packed everything into the car the night before, so all there’s left to do is hop in. You wake yourselves up with some music to start. Barely twenty minutes on the road you see a cute diner and stop for late breakfast. You smile at each other as the afternoon sun shines on both your faces, sleepily discussing what you’re most excited about doing when you arrive at your destination.

❥ secret third worse thing ❥

Nathan Prescott - Nathan likes your journeys to begin in the dead of night. Whether it’s heading to the airport or hopping in the car to start a long drive, a 9pm start time is the sweet spot for him. He doesn’t like waking up early to start trips in the morning. Nor does he like being stuck in the claustrophobic traffic of other human bodies or cars during the afternoon. You’ll be dead tired by the time you get wherever you’re going but having a good beginning to vacations is important. Especially for Nathan. When you start at night his anxiety tends to be lower for the whole trip. The things we do for love.

[sharkorok]

“did you drink water?” (enha)

or where enhypen reacts to their idol!s/o passing out

cw/genre: fainting, mostly fluff but reader is hard on themself

requested: yassss :D

a/n: why does it feel like a year since I last posted lolol srry but papa sharkie’s home now

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heeseung

-ok so it happened at a music festival you both were attending, n after his performances were done he decided to visit you !!

-you looked pale and he was worried but he understood how both of your careers work, until you missed a step and fell down, slumping on the floor

-he had to fight every single nerve in his body, he wanted to run to you and check on you, he was so nervous :(

-the second you were backstage and no cameras were around he was all over you, he got you water and some snacks from food vendors, laying you down and playing with your hair while some medical staff made sure you’re alright

-kisses you all over and takes ur phone so you can’t look at twitter so you don’t see any posts being mean or u get embarrassed

-he’s so so so comforting and he refuses to leave ur side until staff pries him off

-expect him to visit your hotel and hold you until you fall asleep, esp if u were nauseous !

-ur members gush that he stayed with u the whole night until his manager found him

jay

-awards show rehearsals and stage prep, groups were mingling around the venue, while your’s was getting their mics checked and stuff

-you want to put your full effort in, even if it was just rehearsals and mic checks, especially to impress ur boyfie lol <3

-but you served too hard and you stumbled, falling over as your members rushed to catch you, Jay practically jumping from where he was sitting

-he runs backstage and he’s taking care of u, chilled water bottle and a cold towel around your neck, making sure staff is checking on you and asking every few seconds about what happened exactly

-and if u try to say something? “shhh baby, don’t talk right now.”

-gets so >:[ if you even try to suggest you continuing to perform!

-“jay, I feel better, I can take a ten minute stage.” “nuh-uh.” and ur just like omfg this boy

-so begrudgingly you stay behind during the live performance, and jay promises you that you didn’t let anyone down, your health is the top priority

jake

-nearly exposes your relationship with his reaction (I’m gonna be honest I’m out of scenarios so sorry)

-he practically jumps out of his seat the second you collapse on stage, jay grabbing his wrist and gesturing towards the cameras focused on them

-“I can’t just not see them!” “I know, but staff will take care of y/n. Let’s just wait for attendees to leave.” jay reassured, but jake still wasn’t happy

-he was gripping the seats trying not to run to you immediately

-and the second he can see you again?? he makes sure to ask staff what he can do to help you, and if you’re alright and he’s constantly kissing the back of your hand

-“no baby, don’t get up just yet, wait until we get the clear from staff ok?”

-you’re so EMBARRASSED!! so ur like hiding in his shoulder, trying not to cry

-he’s hyping you up tho and trying to bring some light to the situation like, “wow you performed so well that even ur own body couldn’t handle it babe”

-sneaks into ur company van so he can make sure ur okay on the way home LMAO

sunghoon

-there’s a fancam out there of his reaction to you fainting on stage where you can clearly see him saying “oh shit”

-nervously looking at his members w an evident side eye as if he’s asking if he should pull a k drama moment and run up there to hold you or if he should keep his job

-so so so nervous that it might be something more serious, or you could’ve fallen in a way that got you a head injury, or maybe it just so embarrassed that you’ll faint again once u wake up who knows

-my king of overthinking

-but doesn’t want to worry you or make it a big deal because he understands how that can make someone feel worse LMAO

-“omg y/n you fainted?? I didn’t even notice ong you’re so professional babe 😍😍”

-doesn’t really know how to help you so he’s awkwardly standing around staff while offering the occasional “whooo you can do it y/n!!” tryna be supportive 💀

-once ur better he feels more comfortable taking you out for some comfort food and supplies a ton of kisses

sunoo

-ok this has been on my mind the entire time while I was writing this but he’d def argue w people online if “lazy” or “unprofessional” accusations started popping up

-he probably already has a fan acc he uses to stalk posts pertaining him or you, n he’s pressed when he sees a tabloid accusing you of being lazy

-you come home after a quick check up to see him furiously typing on the couch b4 he looks up to you and gets all smiley again

-so so so supportive and also distracts you from the situation so you don’t have to think about it :>

-“shhh don’t look at Twitter let’s just watch this cute little show together ok? :)”

-keeps an extra close eye on ur Twitter feed for the next few days

-and an even closer eye on ur health! switches out any dietary supplements u take for multivitamins n fights w staff if they try to continue a restrictive diet on you

-ensures you’ll never faint again to the best of his ability

jungwon

-literally the second u woke up it was “did you drink enough water today??”

-you thought u died and ascended to heaven and you were looking at an angel but it was just jungwon worriedly staring at you

-doesn’t want to seem immature by hounding staff to ask questions, but truthfully, he wants to grab them by the shoulders and freak out

-but he wants to be strong for u!! and so he grabs you the best water bottle, some snacks for your blood sugar, and a fan in order to help you recover

-is so comforting about it, reassures you that this is going to happen to basically every idol, he’s so sweet I’m going to cry.

-sends a bouquet to the dorms later on with a “hope you feel better!” card T^T

niki

-he’s so worried about you but he could tell with the recent dating rumors between you two he has to stay as calm as possible, in case fans were trying to film his reaction

-another idol tried to invite him to the after party but he’s nowhere to be found, practically sprinting backstage to check on you

-“babe omg u literally fell for me…” <- the first thing he says upon seeing you -_- lolol

-doesn’t really know how to act in front of management and staff, so once you two are in a more private space he’s all over you

-checking your temp, elevating your head, googling how to help someone recovery from fainting LMAO

-“trust I’ll report every single fancam I see” <- him if u say ur embarrassed about passing out on stage

-sweet boy flies off of the couch you’re laying on the second ur manager comes in tho lol, expect him to visit later tonight to properly make sure ur ok! <3

[just1cefor4ll]

hi!!! can you write joost x fem!reader

where joost and reader are on the tour together, so many people are shipping them, but them themself are too shy to act on their feelings, when finally during the concert joost performs friesenjung (while reader does some back vocal or shit) and when it comes to the part "Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester" he randomly takes courage to kiss the reader!?!?!?!? 🫶

Have to get this off my chest, I’m telling you today

Joost Klein x fem!reader

warnings: not proof read, swearing

A/N: this is a bit short and the ending is so baad but I tried to cook something up for you cuz I havent been posting that often lmao

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It was a long day. Your whole body was sweating and you were almost out of breath, the hot hair in the bar you were performing in making it hard to grasp even a small amount of air. You were a DJ of sort for Joosts concert, playing his songs, some backing vocals and overall just made the experience just a tad bit livelier. It was amazing, the people singing along to every possible song, even Joosts new song “Luchtballon” which was surprising how people already knew the words after such a short period of time. It was time to play one of his classics, Friesenjung which you yourself adored and Joost knew that. He smiled at the crowd, that beautiful, silly smile that managed to light up the room.

The flash of the phones making you barely see the crowd but their excited voices could only make you imagine the looks on their faces. The song was slowly coming to an end, only about a minute left and you could finally go home and have a fun weekend with friends.

“Motherfucker, ich küsse deine Schwester.”

You felt soft lips on yours, the world around you stopping as you collect your thoughts. The voices, screams, music were muffled, everything blurry except one person, and that person was Joost. He eyes you for the rest of the song, your stomach turning and knees weak. The song finally ended, thanking all the gods, before quickly going backstage and gathering your stuff, speed walking out the front door and look for your car in the dark parking lot. When you did find it you heard footsteps behind you, fast ones at that. You knew it was Joost, no fan would be crazy enough to chase you in a parking lot when you looked like you just had the worst nights of your life. Ever since that kiss, you got terribly aware of yourself. Your body was sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead and your clothing clung to you in a very uncomfortable way making you squirm. Before you could shut the door of your car, Joost stopped it and opened it once again, letting the cool air hit you like a truck.

He gently pulled you out the car, pulling you into a hug you didn’t return. You still felt disgusting, the awareness not leaving you so Joost awkwardly pulled away. He looked you in the eyes, it looked like he was desperate to know what you felt in that moment. “Liefde I.. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.. I really didn’t.” He said, but you just stayed silent, looking down at your feet hoping for this very awkward situation to end. You loved Joost with your whole heart, but all of this was very sudden and you didn’t get time to gather your thoughts.. making your voice get stuck in your throat every time you wanted to say something. Joost looked hurt, it was like you but a dagger through his heart but he put on a soft smile. “Yeah I get it liefje.. I’ll see you next Friday yeah?” Right, you were supposed to perform again next week, how exciting. You nod before getting inside your car, giving him a small wave before driving away leaving him to stand alone, heartbroken in the empty parking lot.

Friday came by faster then usual, you felt more happy and confident then you did last Friday. You were wearing one of your favourite outfits you felt good in, feeling clean and pretty.. everything goes as planned so far which was how most good days started so you were more then confident to perform that night. When you got to the venue, Joost wasn’t there yet which was odd since he was always there to greet you with a hug and smile on his face, sometimes even a small gift like a coffee or sweet treat. It felt lonely without him but you decided to wait patiently, setting the stage up when he finally showed up looking very upset. You ran up to him, pulling him into a hug which he returned. It looked like the hug lightened his mood, making you smile. “We got this yeah? We’ll talk after the show I promise.. Do your worst.” You tease making him chuckle and walk on stage along with you, the crowd screaming.

The show went by smoothly without any complications, which was relieving but now you had to talk to Joost. Suddenly everything you practiced you would say left your mind, your knees going weak and hands go cold and shaky.

Joost stood there backstage, waiting for you when he noticed you and eyed you closely. You hyped yourself up before walking towards him, cupping his cheek and pulling him into a loving kiss. Joost smirked into the kiss, his hands trailing down to your waist, pulling you closer. It was a long kiss, air slowly leaving your body but even after Joost had the energy to kiss you. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, swirling it around and tasting every corner of your mouth. By the time he pulled away you were breathing heavily, lips swollen and your whole body weak. “Missed my touch so badly, hm?” He asked with a smirk making you look away, cheeks hot and head fuzzy. He put a finger on your jaw so he could make you look right back at him. He smiled and kissed your forehead, bringing you into an embrace. “I’m so glad you came back.. I was literally going mad without you.” You smirk and look up at him. “Missed me that bad, hm?” He chuckled opening the back door and walked you to your car, this time hand in hand.

You turned to him, the moons light shining into his beautiful blue eyes making him look angelic. “Thanks.. for tonight. You were great.” You say, awkwardly scratching your head and he nods. “Yeah, thanks. Well.. see you tommorow?” He asks and you raise a brow, your next show was next week? Did you have plans for tommorow you forgot about? The confused expression on your face amused him, laughing it off and whispered in your ear. “Just get ready for 7pm. Nothing too fancy but dress nice for me.. ‘kay?” He says and kisses your cheek before walking off. “Slaapwel mijn lievered.” (Sleep tight my sweet.)

[ramshacklerumble]

“What? It’s just bone meal.”

(i was minding my own business when this au appeared and grabbed me by the hair. thanks @quartztwst for this incredibly fun au. i love the energy of hunting azul ashengrotto for sport.)

i really liked the idea of ny!gia being an npc that isn’t for or against the happenings around ashengrotto, however quartz is able to unlock new murder and/or disposal options through them depending on how she interacts with gia. generally speaking, gia won’t sound an alarm if they catch something suspicious— however they will remember and this can affect their decisions. be wary though, it’s possible to create a negative dynamic with gia in which they will betray or actively become an enemy.

ITEMS:

Phone + Earbuds: Gia loves music and striking up a conversation about varying genres can help open up Gia— if correct dialogue choices are made, anyway. Oh, you listen to Napalm Jam Revengance? Name three songs.

Trowel: Gia spends much of their time tending to plants and so a trowel is often seen on their person. It’s oddly sharp.

Experimental Phials: Depending on what ingredients are brought to Gia, the rapport made with them, and if their interest has been piqued— Gia can be convinced to create varying substances to aid (or harm) Quartz. Gia appreciates a guinea pig. Willing or not.

Berries: You can eat these. Once.

Notebook: Gia’s notes on all plants and procedures they work on, as well as other secret journal entries. This notebook can be stolen by either Quartz or other characters— Quartz can choose to return the notebook, use it to create poisons herself (with a higher possibility of failure), or use it as blackmail to get Gia to work for her. Many different possibilities, though Gia assures there are far easier ways to die.

TRIVA:

Has a strange, volatile dynamic with Ashengrotto’s left hand man. No one is quite sure what it is, but they sure do interact.

A top ranking student

If Gia is befriended, they will actively cover for any suspicious activity or make up alibis instead of completely minding their own business

They can be convinced to use their experiments on others themself, although it’s easier to convince them to hand over what they made while they turn a blind eye to any following consequences.

Likes cute, kitsch items. Especially clown themed.

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@cyanide-latte @inmateofthemind @tixdixl @winterweary @thehollowwriter @jovieinramshackle

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the keeper — h. zoë

REQUEST: I honestly don't know if your request is open but have you seen the song for epic the musical? "Would you fall in love with me again" ABWISJ😭💖 I can see a trope for Hange x reader,with them just being soulmates in every other universe.Or perhaps Immortal x mortal,feel free to ignore this dw 🏃🏻‍♀️💨✨ [originally requested at @hangesdarling blog] PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. Hange found a glowing door during their walk.  CONTENT. fantasy au, fluff, angst, Hange is a mortal, reader is a spirit of some sort, scientist!hange, barely proofread (sorry), this probably has a sequel that will make more sense with the prompt given A/N. hey anon, I posted this request on this blog bc the longer, sfw, and more tender fics belong here (I sort writing by theme xD) and this is in third person bc i feel like it. Hope you like this :)))

There were days when Hange had to step out of the lab, feel the breeze in their skin and wander through the greeneries surrounding their cottage. But today, with enough soot all over their hands and a graze or two, they decided that stepping out once in a while should become a vacation entirely. It would be nice not to stare at flasks and formulas for once. Hange took off their coat, nursing a small wound with an absorbent fabric. The last thing they needed was an infection.

With enough wandering through the clearing, they successfully distracted themself from the difficult chemical they couldn't brew and instead began identifying the leaves they crossed in the forest. They happily took mental notes, remembering better times when they were younger, more curious, more creative and perhaps, more satisfied with life than before. If only things were simpler again.

Their wandering thoughts held themself in place when Hange stopped near a countryside house. Poison ivy crawled on its dusty and barred  windows, the rust-colored walls barely peeking through the greenery.

In its center, an ornate door of exquisite beauty stood. What drew Hange in was the faint glow seeping through its hinges. 

They inched closer, careful and calculating as they always were. A decision which ended up with cursing themself that being cautious and afraid was not a brand of their character years ago.

They held the door knob, twisted it, and half-wished to hear a click.

It opened. And instead of seeing what was inside, Hange saw someone emerge from the door as though summoned. She has the features of a human if you don't look hard enough for the small things which sets her apart. Eyes and expression of a deity, someone you'd kneel for, Hange thought.

Too awestruck, they managed to stammer a shaky hi. They were opting for a polite good afternoon but none came out of their mouth.

The woman returned their politeness. Hange tensed up less when they spotted the amiability of a human in her smile. Both were enthusiastic enough that their own names spilled from their lips along with an outstretched hand. 

Their conversation flowed like honey on a warm summer. Smooth, unhurried, perhaps, even sweet. Hange observed that she's smiling more often, listening with interest in her eyes as they leaned on the door frame, exchanging tales. 

Oddly enough, they only stood outside the door for the hour they knew each other. 

"Is this your home?" Hange felt the need to ask.

She shook her head no and responded, "I'm its keeper."

Y/N spoke of it as if it's alive. Hange glimpsed a trace of her belongingness to the place. She belonged to it in one way or another.

"Is anyone inside?" Hange asked.

"No one lives here."

Hange thought carefully. 

"Abandoned then?" 

"Not entirely," she responded.

"Are guests allowed inside?"

"Yes," she responded with a hint of eagerness. "Once they beat me to a game of riddles."

Hange found themself smiling, "That sounds fun."

"It is. Many have lost."

"Will you give me a try?"

"Of course."

They sat by the doorstep, Y/N with her head resting upon her knees and with Hange facing her close enough that their knees touch.

They exchanged one riddle after the other, Hange growing enthused by each question which became stranger and stranger, each requiring deeper thought than the last.

Y/N spoke with tenderness as though each word she utters were spun carefully upon a precious thread. The tenderness remained in her gaze as she looked at Hange, her lips forever carved into a soft smile.

"No riddles anymore, Y/N?" Hange grinned, lightly running a finger to a strand of hair falling to her face.

"No more for tonight," she spoke. "It's late at night. The gods don't listen after dark."

She's a strange girl, Hange thought with a hint of affection. 

"I see," they responded. "It's interesting to stare at the night sky too. The stars are far prettier from my window."

"Won't you stay?" she asked, her voice weaved with a fine strand of pleading.

"I can spare a few minutes," Hange answered. 

And every day that came, they did so. Sparing a few minutes, a few hours, and sometimes (with a scold in their head), half a day.

Days went past, countless riddles exchanged. Hange debates with themself every time they pick apples from their yard, thinking whether falling deeper in love with the strange girl at the door is a good idea. 

But they always came, sitting outside, sometimes waiting, bringing her anything edible that grows around their house. 

"I'm afraid I've run out of riddles," she once told Hange, taking the apple from their outstretched hand. 

Hange shrugged, "Does that matter? We have countless things to talk about."

They sat beside her, closer than they ever were.

"It's only right for you to go inside now," she responded. Was that a resigned voice of acceptance Hange heard?

"This is new for me but frankly, I'm not interested in what's inside this mossy old thing." Hange tried to laugh despite the terrible pounding in their heart, despite their aching desire to tell her how grateful they were for meeting her which rekindled the joy they once lost.

Her hands ran gently across the disheveled strand of hair in their face, tucking them neatly. 

Her hand rested on the fine sharpness of their jaw. Hange resisted the desire to close their eyes and lean to her touch. They clasped it with their own hand and spoke, "What is even there to begin with?"

Y/N smiled, "You should be. The treasures inside chose you.''

"The greatest treasures known to men."

"I'm not ambitious enough for such greatness."

It was partly true. Back then when they forgot the joy of idle things, they were hardly satiated. A hunger to have, and a greed to know held them in shackles for longer than they'd like to admit. It went on until she came along. 

They were free. What else could they ask for? 

"You don't have to be. Not all great things are bound for greatness," she reasoned, shrugging. "Besides, don't fine trinkets interest you?"

Hange chuckled at her knowing smile. Her thumb ran gently across their cheek, their hand still clasped to hers.

"I do," they responded. "Will you come with me, then?" 

"If you want."

"I'll be more than happy."

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The door swung open, the glittering and gleaming yellowish hue of gold almost blinding them. Hange's lips parted in awe. The interior of this place defied the architecture of its exterior. No countryside house can possibly extend as far as two towns inside. 

Y/N held Hange's hand, treading on a path of gold and jewelry which eventually turned to a variety of rare trinkets and shining weapons embedded with sizable, precious stones. Each turn in the never ending alley of treasures grew wider and far varied. 

"Have people entered here before?" they asked, a curious finger poking around the littered jewelry. 

"Some."

"How much did they take?"

"Many. Some crush under the weight of their own gold."

"Comical," Hange returned her gaze. 

"It is."

As they neared the end of the ever expanding place, Hange only carried a book containing (by far) all the world's knowledge, and a quill embedded with emeralds. Y/N gave them a ruby locket which they happily kept.

"Then we return back to the door? Is that how this works?" Hange asked.

"Well, can you see the door from this side?"

"Not at all."

"Then we will use the back door," she smiled, that one that makes Hange's heart flutter. "We will emerge in the front door in any way out."

"Fascinating architecture, then," Hange smiled, facing her, their hands clasped tightly. And with a much tender voice, they spoke, "I don't want to wake up from this dream."

"Are you dreaming, Hange?"

"Most likely," Hange said, their hands lifting to touch her cheek. Any warmth, any indication that blood flows under her skin would be enough. "I hope you're not a part of it. I hope you're real."

"I'm as real as these treasures are."

Melancholy swept along their feet, entangling them. If reality could bend itself this way, then what is there to be truly believed?

Hange accepted things in their scientific nature. It was the only way to survive such a rigid world.

Hange wrapped their arms around her, gently sinking to a tight embrace. Her warmth beneath their hands wasn't enough, their eyes itself a betrayal. Hange wanted to feel her dull yet persistent heartbeats beneath their hand, hindered by the softness of her flesh that only proves a degree of realness. It felt like groping for the only living thing in the dark.

"Can I invite you home then? If you're real, will you stay at my place tonight?"

"You have no idea how much I wanted to," she responded, her voice giving in at the last syllable. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. "But we'll meet again. You have all that you need."

Hange held back a meek protest, a lover's cry telling the other about the uselessness of life after such a great loss. But Hange only smiled, hopeful again, no longer the scientist barred inside their lab with nothing but calculations.

"I'll wait then. I'll wait until you come home with me."

"I will."

-

When the house let Hange go, the door no longer glowed from within. The riddles are over, the treasures inside waiting for a different chosen one to open it. Hange had wished that all those days were nothing but dreams. Crossing the valleys of impossible dreamscapes were far easier to accept than the reality of a love lost, a promise hung between fantasy and reality.

But the book, the quill, and the ruby locket were all too true for them to deny that everything had been a dream. They still went to that door every night, the locket around their neck and the book giving them new riddles to tell. Hange spoke of narratives alone as though she can still hear them, as though one day her door will open once more and the blushing face they missed will reappear to them. Every day, for years they didn't count, they sat outside her door. Waiting, waiting. Sometimes they fall asleep, missing just the faint reddish glow from their locket. Sometimes they'd listen to the wind howl, and stare back at the night sky full of watching stars. Often, they wanted to sink to their knees and pray for another chance, for another time when they didn't go inside the glowing door, but praying is useless when the gods don't listen after dark.

[pink-amethyst-tarot]

♡ What's Coming Next For You In Love ♡

P I L E 1 ~ P I L E 2 ~ P I L E 3

♡ P I L E 1 ♡ All I really need to know is that you believe

Ten Of Pentacles, Seven of Wands, Nine of Pentacles (Reversed), Eight of Cups (Reversed), Page of Swords

Bottom of the Deck: Knight of Swords

This Relationship will be a prosperous one and this person will fight for you. They will let you know that you are a top priority for them. I'm getting that you will be so very dedicated to this person coming in BUT you are being warned to no lose yourself in them and to no be too in your own head when it comes to this relationship. It's fine to daydream and to be in love but it's important to remember that you matter, too. Your family and friends are just as important as your cutie pie.

Something you'll love is how intellectual this person is and will love talking to them. I can see you two sitting closer together and talking and smiling. I have a feeling that this person will not want to be open at first or will be scared to let their guard down. They may have had people tell them to "tone it down", so they won't show all of themself all at once but once open up, they'll really see how special they are.

I'm also getting a channeled message saying that some of you need to let go of an ex before getting with someone new. If you don't you could lose someone really great.

Channeled song: I Would Die 4 U by Prince

I'm not your lover // I'm not your friend // I am something that you'll never comprehend // No need to worry // No need to cry // I'm your Messiah and you're the reason why //

♡ P I L E 2 ♡ Come out of hiding, I'm right here, beside you

The Star, Seven of Wands, Strength, The Sun, Page of Wands (Reversed)

Bottom of the Deck: Nine of Cups

In the past, you may have been in lack luster relationships; relationships that lacked passion or chemistry. WELL, THAT'S ALL IN THE PAST NOW BAYBEEE!!! The person coming in for you is a wish come true. Like, imagine the person you wrote about in your diary in middle school but so much better. They are all you ever wanted and more! For many of you, I would even say this is a soulmate connection! (AMAZING!) In this next connection, this person will see you as their hope and their inspiration; you are their muse. Not only will you being in love with your person, but you will also be best friends with your person!! I'm getting that a lot of you already know who this person is.

This person has some serious "golden retriever" energy! You may take trips together too but it's not just the both of you but with friends too because you guys are like a big family and you all just love being together. I'm getting that this person could be a Leo (Sun, Moon, Rising, or Venus). I keep coming back to the "golden retriever" energy! They just have a bright personality, and they are so warm and inviting. They are just so fun to be with and they are the life of the party. This person also has such a weak spot for you. You're their kryptonite. They will do anything for you and will fight to keep you if they have to. I feel like even when the two of you are official, they want to still prove to you that they desire you and they still care about you. They want to make it really clear that they want you always and always will.

Channeled song: You Matter To Me from Waitress: The Musical by Sara Bareilles ft. Jason Mraz

because you matter to me // simple and plain // not much to ask from somebody // you matter to me // I promise you do, you // you matter too // I promise you do // you'll see // you matter to me //

♡ P I L E 3 ♡

Ace of Pentacles, Five of Cups, Queen of Cups (Reversed). Six of wands, Ace of Wands

Bottom of the Deck: The Chariot

What seemed like a hot fling, is going to quickly change into a stable relationship. I can hear you now. "What do you mean? I'm having fun! I don't want anything serious right now!" Well, too bad. This love is ready for you, and I think you're ready for it. You may be scared of settling down with someone because of a past heartbreak. I'm getting that this person was kind of a bum, for lack of a better word. This person was not good for you nor were they good to you and they really did some damage when they were in your life. They didn't give you what you needed in the relationship. They didn't provide balance to the relationship. You gave all of yourself to this person, only to receive nothing in return. It won't be like that with this new person. This is a love worth celebrating and trust me when I say that you will feel celebrated by your beau. They are going to show you off and remind you of how important you are, how special you are. They are going to remind you of how much they love you and care for you every single chance that they get. While writing this, I'm channeling that your person wants to say that you have a beautiful heart and they are going to keep it safe. Know that this person sees being with you as a great victory.

OMG, I hope you like a flirt because they are gonna make you blush like you committed a sin! It will be like two teenagers in love but with more stability and maturity. This will be something very long term. This person is dedicated to you and your relationship. I'm getting that not all of you are the type to want to get married but for those of you who do, expect to hear those wedding bells ringing! The colors, emerald green, gold, pink, white and a cool grey could be significant to you.

Channeled Message: "Baby, our love is older than this life we live in now. It dates back further than our human minds can comprehend. Don't run from this; from us. We choose each other every lifetime. Don't let this time be any different."

Channeled song: Still by Tamia

Feels like the first time we met // When I kissed // and I told you I love you //

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[shygirl4991]

Chapter 3 Pride in yourself

All art belongs to @b-r-i-n-g-x do not repost! Fic prompt from @itsajanea Last Chapter Next chapter Tags: Angst, Romance, Action Adventure, jealously, love confessions, SMG4 discovers he is bi, fluff

The party has ended with the guests all gone, SMG4 sighs, cleaning up the castle with the help of Mario and Tari. As he swept the floor his mind kept going back to Aster and SMG3 having fun together, he could feel his eyes sting from the memory. Shaking his head he focused on cleaning rather than his confusing emotions, Mario stood from afar watching his best friend. Frowning he looks down at the pasta in his hand, that's when an idea hits him.  SMG4 smiles at his friends as he walks to them to the front of the castle “Thanks for helping out, see you both tomorrow!” he waves at the pair before closing the door.  

Once alone he walks to his room changing into his iconic overalls, he then throws himself on his bed. He lets out a weary sigh, he hasn't felt this drain since the castle incident. His eyes drifted to a photo on his dresser, he turns and picks it up, his hat falling off his head as he looks at the photo. The photo was of him, Three, and Mario throwing a small party for Mar10 day. After what happened with everything Four felt he had to make up for his mistakes, he remembered how grumpy SMG3 was when he dragged him over. SMG4 giggled at how adorable he found it, he blushes noticing his thoughts and drops the photo next to him in bed. 

He laid there staring at the roof confused, his mind going back to what Mario told him “Gay for SMG3…yeah right.” He turns in his bed to see the photo again, his eyes fixed on SMG3 as he drifts to sleep. He opens them again to see he was back in Peach's castle, he felt his blood run cold as he looked around. Slowly he walked around, he started to hear loud music blasting through the castle. Confused by this, he followed the sound, the sight he found made him gasped.There everyone was wearing formal wear, Mario turned and ran up to him “What are you doing here, meme boy? It’s too late, Aster and SMG3…”  Not understanding his best friend he turns and sees Aster and SMG3 in their wedding outfits cutting the cake. He felt sick again at the sight of Three looking so soft at Aster, he shakes his head letting out a shaky smile “I..I am sooo happy for them!” 

Mario gives him a tight hug “Then why even in your dreams you cry?” startled from the comment SMG4 touches his face to feel his tears. Before Four could comment on anything a loud bang jolts him awake, he blinks still waking up confused on what's happening. There he sees Mario running up to him worried, Four looks away wiping his tears “Mario why are you here?” 

The plumber steps back and shows him a bag “Mario is taking you on a trip! We are seeing a professional to help you with the gay.” SMG4 blinks, staring at the bag then at his best friend, with a sigh he lays back in his bed.  Mario rolls his eyes and grabs SMG4 leg dragging him out of the bed “WHA!? MARIO LET ME GO!” Mario kept going ignoring the guardians pleas, he had a mission and he wont let nothing stop him. 

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Aster tosses and turns in bed, they feel their body heat up and pain surge through them. Flashes of a bright light coming at them kept playing on loop, then a huge explosion happened causing Aster to jolt up from their sleep breathing heavily. Their body was shaking as they struggled to calm their breathing, still seeing the bright light coming at them. They jump feeling something warm and comforting holding their arm, slowly their breathing relaxed as their eyes shifted to the person next to them. It took a moment to remember that after SMG4 party SMG3 asked them to stay the night, they stare at the sleeping man’s face. With a sigh they slowly pulled themself away, getting up from the bed Aster looked around the room. They needed something to wear that wasn't their formal wear, knowing the height difference between them and Three meant they were going to have to use a little trick to get something to fit. As they look around the room their eyes locked onto the USB on the shelf, he gets closer looking at it “Is this how you got to the world?” They slowly reach for it before stopping themself, this wasn’t their mission and need to make sure not to mess with anything that could give them away. They kept looking and found a journal in one of the drawers, they looked back at the bed seeing SMG3 was still sleeping. It was risky taking the whole thing for information, quickly they ripped a few pages out and shoved them in their bag. With a sigh they were about to give up the search for comfy pajamas till they notice a small pile of clothes in a box, they get closer and smile as they take the pajamas out. Their eyes glow purple as they sprinkle dust on the clothes to grow slightly. “Not too much now, wouldn't want my darling to notice something off,”  with a giggle they change into the pajamas finally free from their formal wear.

Once changed they walk to the elevator with their things and go up, so far things were going smooth, they were so sure that the man would wake up. As they arrive at the surface they grab their bag ready to leave, suddenly their phone rings as they walk towards the front door. Looking at the number Aster groans “Yes father?” they could hear the star mumbling something before talking to them “Are you still with the target?” Aster sighs as they drop their bag and lean on the counter “Of course I am, where do you think I am? Hitting on some random person in the kingdom, I just got him as my boyfriend. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't want to spend more time with him?” Ztar sighs “You know what happens if you're out too long without eating,” Aster rolls their eyes as they listen to the dark star scolding him. Their eyes flicker red as their grip on the phone tightens “SHUT UP!” realizing what they did they take a deep breath “Sorry…just dad I will follow your orders and not fail you, so just trust me?” Ztar lets out a dark chuckle sending chills down Aster spine “I trust you, i don't trust SMG3. Don't fall for the good guardian act, make sure that idiot falls for you, let him say the words I love you. Once he does you know what you must do,” With those words the call ends leaving Aster staring at their phone frowning.

Aster looks at their bag then at the elevator, they go to their bag and take out their hair tie. With a hum they pick up their hair and walk into the kitchen “ A good partner makes breakfast for their boyfriend, plus…some sugar would be nice right now.” They start to hum a song as they go around the kitchen grabbing the ingredients needed to make the pair pancakes, they hear a bark and turn to see Eggdog watching them. Aster’s eyes go wide seeing the pup before going up to him and giving the pup a hug “Ah Eggdog’s are so cute! Would you like to be my helper?” with a bark Aster goes back to cooking with Eggdog by his side. SMG3 slowly opens his eyes as he pats the spot next to him, sitting up he frowns seeing the spot empty. With a sigh he gets up “I’m sure they have already run home,” getting out of bed he lets out a yawn before brushing his teeth and making his way to the elevator. He rubs his eyes “Need to figure out how to bring in a crowd,” he leans against the elevator walls thinking about the state of his cafe. While he was making money, it wouldn't be enough to keep the business going. The amount he spends on making his bombs along with always having to call someone in to fix his coffee maker thanks to Mario leads him to spending more than he expected.

As the elevator doors open he steps out only to be given a surprise, his eyes go wide as he blushes seeing Aster cooking and dancing with Eggdog “ We could have been so good together, we could have lived this dance forever. But now, who’s gonna dance with me?” Aster drops the last pancake on the plate as they cover one stack with whip cream. 

They turn ready to place the plates on the table, the sight of Aster in his pajamas with their hair up made SMG3 heart race. He couldn't believe he had such an attractive partner “Uh…morning you,” Aster jumps turning around with wide eyes “SMG3?! Ahem, ah darling, I see you are awake. I thought I would make something to eat before I go.” Three stares at the two plates and notice the stack with an unhealthy amount of whip cream, Aster sits in front of that stack placing sprinkles and syrup on the stack. Three take the bottle of syrup from them with a small smile “You know, i'm not one to judge people’s taste given i like to drink out of a bottle of hot sauce. But I have to admit I never expected someone like you to have a sweet tooth.” Aster lets out a soft giggle catching Three by surprise “When I'm stressed I tend to eat sugary things,” their violet eyes that shine brightly dim as they stare at the stack “I also can't taste things without it being covered in sugar, not sure why.” SMG3 frowns as he reaches out grabbing Aster hand, they look up from their plate to see a soft look from the man in front of them “Hey doesn't matter, i will make sure to make the sweetest cup of coffee just for you.” He wink’s causing Aster to feel strange, with a small shake of their head they focus on the role they are playing. They give a charming smile towards Three “My my darling, almost feels like you're trying to outdo me on the charm!” SMG3 laughs “Me? Never after all i could never sing careless whispers as proud as you do when cooking!” Aster’s face goes bright red hearing the man's words, Three takes a bite of his pancakes before smirking at his partner “Didn't expect to get the mighty Aster so red in the face, not a fan of people hearing you sing?” 

Aster scoffs as they shove pancakes into their mouth, then an idea comes to them. With a chuckle they get up “Alright darling, if you think you can out charm me then show me your moves.” Three stares confused at them before getting pulled out of the chair “Come on!” Aster gives Three a bright smile that makes him laugh as they start playing careless whispers on their phone, Three rolls his eyes as he takes Aster hands. “Really?” Three shakes his head amused as Aster pulls Three closer “What can i say, i feel a connection with this song!” Three chuckles looking into Aster eyes. They smile at each other as they sway to the song, forgetting their meal as the pair get lost in their dance. Three listens to the lyrics, frowning at the idea of possibly losing Aster due to his fears he decides to take a deep breath. “Hey Aster?” Three lets go of Aster hands as he wraps his arms around their neck, Aster looks into his eyes curious. “Yes darling? Is something wrong?” Three shakes his head “We just became official, and you have been the one doing all the heavy lifting while I'm just standing here like an idiot.” Aster’s hands slowly rest on Three’s waist, “Well darling i don't min-” SMG3 places a finger on Aster’s lips “I take your challenge on charming you, tonight meet me at Bowser’s restaurant.” Aster’s eyes go wide in surprise before they smile, Three could swear he saw stars in their eyes as he moves his finger from their lips “Deal!” they shouted before bending down and sealing the agreement with a kiss. 

They smile at Three before hearing a ding from their cell phone, taking out their phone Aster lets out a sigh.  Three frowns seeing their reaction, Aster grabs their plate of pancakes and quickly eats it. With their mouth full they run to grab their bag “Sorry,” they swallow the food to speak more properly “I got a job to do, you know how it is. See you tonight?”  Three nods as he gives Aster a quick peck before watching them run out of the cafe, he turns and stares at his plate of pancakes. Slowly he smiles at the plate then turns to Eggdog “They are amazing aren't they Eggdog?”  The pup barks hopping around in joy,  he walks to the table to finish his meal. As Aster walks out the cafe they hear the whisper of a wish, they pause, turning to look at the cafe. They focus on the whisper ‘I wish I could get more customers to save my cafe and be able to spoil Aster tonight.’

Aster’s eyes go wide at the wish “This is new…maybe i can use this,” with a nod they go back to walking away. Knowing what SMG3 desired was exactly what they needed to get even closer to the man, they just needed to think how they could get customers over to him. Getting lost in their thoughts they jump up in surprise when Ztar opens the door for them “What has your mind?” Aster lets out an awkward laugh “Haha oh hey dad, I was just thinking of a new plan to charm the target.” Ztar stares at them for a moment before heading inside the house, Aster sighs looking around before heading inside. When the pair arrived to the world Ztar told them how they needed a home far away from people, they had to stay hidden to make sure no one could stop their plan. Aster didn't get it given so many creatures in the world were not human, a world mix with memes, guardians and other entities it always made them wonder why they must stay hidden. Aster throws themself on the couch as they take out a notebook, Ztar floats over to them “You haven't eaten yet.”  Aster waves their hands to shoo away the star. “I don't need it, plus right now I have the perfect plan and I can't let it escape me.”  Ztar glares at them using his dark energy to pull the notebook out of Aster’s hands “HEY!” they pout at the dark star. Ztar just keeps glaring at them before Aster groans “Just let me finish this sketch, then I will eat alright? Plus I had pancakes with plenty of sugar. I will be fine!”  

Ztar smacks Aster’s head with the notebook “You're not human, pancakes won't give you the energy needed.” Aster pouts, rubbing their head “I got it,” with that Ztar leaves Aster alone in the living room. Being free from their father’s watchful gaze they take out their phone, hitting play on their favorite playlist. As music starts playing they get back to putting together their sketch. 

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SMG4 gives up trying to fight Mario as he lets the plumber drag him, Four is then tossed into a building. He lets out a scream as he flies into the building causing someone else to scream along with him. Mario walks into the building with a huge smile “LUIGI ITS TIME!” SMG4 sits up confused as he looks around, Luigi panics, still shaking from the scare he hits a button under the counter. All the doors and windows get locked up tight as SMG4 eyes shrink “What?” Mario lets out an evil chuckle as he pats Four “Get ready meme boy, Mario is going to show you just how gay you are.” Four turns to look at Mario confused as the plumber walks over to his twin “Luigi has been out and proud for years now, he is the best one to help you!”  Luigi gives a shy wave as he walks over to Four, he offers a hand helping Four to his feet “Sorry about this, Mario told me you have been struggling with SMG3.” 

SMG4 blushes looking away from Luigi “No, I just don't understand why I'm having a hard time being happy that Three found someone. Aster doesn't seem like a bad person and yet…”  Luigi hums thinking over his words “I was like that before, back when Daisy started dating someone. Then when I was over Daisy I learned about my interest in men with Bowser. I never thought I would be upset over a villain dating another villain but there I was.” Four turns looking at Luigi “Bowser? The giant turtle that would sell his kids for nuggets?” Luigi chuckles as he rubs his arm, Four could only stare surprised by the plumber's taste in men. Mario smirks at Four “Aren't you in love with an ex villain?” Four turns glaring at his best friend “NO! I don't have feelings for Three, I'm just upset he found someone before me!” Mario looks at his twin waving his arms then pointing at Four, Luigi nods as he walks to the back of the building. After a few moments it finally clicked where he was, it was Luigi’s flower shop. He looks at the different plants in the room, there he sees a sunflower next to a purple tulip. He frowns looking away as the flowers bring him back to the memory of Aster and Three together at the party. Luigi returns with a laptop, on the screen was a quiz “Are you gay quiz? Really?” Four gives an unamused expression at the green plumber.

Luigi nods and points at the different tabs “What helped me figure things out were these quizzes! Before you push the idea about taking them, just know there is no shame in the results and you might feel better knowing that what if.” Four sighs taking the laptop from him “Pick a chair to sit weirdly in? How is that supposed to help anything?” he mumbles as he starts taking the quiz. His eyes go wide seeing the results, glaring he changes tabs not letting the others see what he got. As he finishes the second one he gets more flustered “OH COME ON!”  he goes on to the third tab swearing under his breath. The twins exchange a look of concern as they watch the man fight with the laptop. “WHAT DOES HAIR COLOR HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS!” he growls as he clicks away at the quiz. Luigi hides behind Mario in fear, Mario frowns seeing the reaction as he slowly pulls away from his twin. He walks over to Four “Maybe it's-a time to take a break?” Four reads the next question “You see an attractive member of the same gender in a..coffee shop. What's the first thing that comes to your mind?” Four blinks before he tosses the laptop getting up, Mario was expecting to see anger in the man’s eyes. Instead all he saw was fear and confusion “I…i just want to go home,” Mario nods walking over to the laptop he finally sees the result of the quizzes ‘Congrats your bi!” 

Mario looks at each tab each saying the same result, he turns to see SMG4 looking at the floor. Luigi slowly walks up to him “Four…are you okay?” Mario hits the button behind the counter as Four whispers “I dont know…” he turns to look at Luigi “But I don't have feelings for him.” With the doors open the twins watch as Four leaves, Luigi sighs as he sits down “Was this the right thing to do?” Mario nods as he keeps staring at the door “He never asks for help…we saw what happens when he keeps things to himself. Mario wont let him down again.”                                                 —---------------------------

Aster smiles as they spin their newly made outfit, they smile brightly as they put on their bomb earrings “Alright, maybe i didn't have to make a coffee n bomb maid outfit.” They look at their reflection “But i just rock this look!”  Ztar stares at Aster for a moment before letting out a cough, they jump at the sound turning around with wide eyes “Geez you scared the shit out of me!” Ztar floats close to Aster looking at their outfit “The true horror is that look, why are you dressed in an outfit with the target's shop name?”  Aster grabs a stack of freshly printed out flyers, they then wave the paper at the star's face. Ztar uses his dark energy to take the flyer from Aster, they smile seeing their father looking at the flyer “I'm going to help bring people to his cafe, he will be so happy that will score more points!” Ztar burns the flyer “You sure this is the reason?” He uses his dark energy to grab Aster. He pulls them close looking into the violet of their eyes “Don't let him get close to you, understood?” Aster nods as Ztar pushes them away. “Good, do have fun with your plan.” Once Ztar was gone Aster let out a shaky breath, the last thing they wanted to do was upset their father. With that thought in mind Aster makes sure the flyer’s were all accounted for then leaves the house.

As they leave the house they get pulled back by dark energy, they turn to see Ztar “If you happen to find a super star bring it home for me would you?” Aster sighs as they stare dead pan at their father, Ztar rolls his eyes letting Aster go. They watch as their father floats back into the house, shaking their heads as they head off to the town. As they enter the town they start to look around for a crowded area,  seeing people in the center of the plaza they walk over winking at some of the toads that were staring at them. The toads look away blushing making Aster chuckle as they make it to the center “HEY EVERYONE! I’m here to tell you all about a cafe, one with coffee that is out of this world!” 

A crowd surrounds Aster as they flash everyone with a charming smile, they hand over the flyers seeing people looking interested. While their looks were attracting a crowd they knew that wouldn't be enough to win everyone over, They slide up to a random person in the crowd and wink as their eyes glow slightly “What's your name sir?” The man looks at Aster confused. “Uh..it's Nick.” Aster leans closer to the man, the moment their eyes meet with the man’s time stopped “You love SMG3 coffee don't you? Why not help me convince these nice people?”  Aster takes a step back smiling as everything returns to normal, the man takes a flyer and walks over to his friend. They watch as the man excitedly tells his friends about the flyer, Nick turns to the crowd “That man in a dress is right! LETS ALL GO GET SOME COFFEE!” 

Aster frowns, staring at the man annoyed at the comment that was made of them. While no one would know what they would prefer to be referred to, what annoyed them the most was calling their maid outfit a dress. Sure it could be seen as one from a quick look, Aster on the other hand worked hard to make it look like one. They didn't spend hours making an outfit to have it called a dress, with sigh they shake off the man's words. They were being ridiculous letting something like that bother them, they turn around and start waving flyers to get people's attention. “SMG3 COFFEE N BOMBS! THE CAFE WITH EXPLOSIVE DRINKS!” They weren't sure how much time had passed, they could feel themself feeling drained from all the use of their power. As they hand out the last flyer, their smile drops. They stretch looking around to see the huge crowd from before now gone, Aster smiles “Here’s hoping this helps grant that wish.” They start to walk away when they feel someone pull at their skirt, confused they turn to see a Toad blushing at them. The green Toad looked up at them, eyes filled with desire that Aster knew very well. 

Before the Toad can open his mouth Aster steps back “Ah sorry, i need to head off but if fate decides it then i would gladly chat!” The Toad frowns as Aster begins to turn around, the room spined for them as they smell something. The Toad seeing Aster not moving anymore runs in front of him “At least let me tell you my name!” Aster’s eyes went wide, now understanding what was going on, they used too much energy.  They take a step back shaking their heads “NO! Ahem, my sweet toad isn't it better to leave these things as a mystery? I know it will certainly make me think about you more.”  They needed to get away from the Toad and his strong wish, as they looked around for an excuse to escape. Aster’s phone starts to ring, thanking the stars they pick up the phone and walk away from the Toad. 

SMG3 smiles hearing Aster pick up the phone, leaning on the counter he starts to doodle on his notepad “Hey babe, I just..needed to hear you.” Aster frowns as they stop walking “Everything alright darling?” They were getting nervous, there was no way the plan could fail after all they charmed the crowd SMG3 chuckles as he finishes his doodle of Aster “Everything is fine, Can’t a guy miss his partner?” Aster couldn't help smiling at the comment “Oh you can darling, but do know your presence is also missed. And you know I'm getting thirsty, think someone got a cup of coffee to give me?” Three’s eyes sparkle hearing Aster words “Of course but I charge extra to guys that think they can be charming!”  Aster shakes their head smiling brightly. “Alright I can take that since a handsome man is taking me somewhere, see you soon.” 

Aster hangs up still smiling at their phone, they then hear in the background someone calling out to them. Rolling their eyes they put their phone away and started walking again, they could feel their body getting heavy. The Toads voice behind them gets louder, offering his phone number.They grab their head feeling anger growing, their purple eyes turning red as they turn glaring at the green Toad.  The Toad giggles in excitement getting Aster attention, ignoring the angry expression on their face. “Okay i'm not going to be nice here, listen up mushroom i have a boyfriend and no time for small things like you. Get it?”  The green Toad waves his hand “Oh i don't mind you being taken, still got to take my shot right?” Aster’s eyes go back to purple as he blankly stares at the Toad “Your people are an interesting sort, listen I'm not interested and it's best if you don't get any closer you can get hurt.”  The Toad runs off and returns with a box to stand on, once on the box he grabs Aster’s hand. They look around awkwardly as the green Toad gives them a loving stare, Aster pulls away “No.”

The Toad frowns as Aster gasps seeing the aura again, they take a step back feeling themself losing control “LEAVE!” Aster covered their face thinking of anything that could stop the hungry only, SMG3 face pops in causing Aster to shake his head “Why did he have to come to mind ugh.” Toad looks down and cries “Fine…sorry for being a bother, good old Branden will leave.” As Branden was walking away he felt a hand on him, he turned looking surprised as he got taken. Red eyes glowing in the shadows as the Toad felt his chest tighten, a deep chuckle was heard  “What's going on? Dont hurt me!” 

SMG3 was freaking out, one moment he was relaxing in his cafe doodling his partner when an army of customers came in. His cafe hasn't been this busy in months, Three does his best to juggle all the orders as Eggdog dances to distract the new people coming in. Aster walks in the cafe wearing their usual outfit as they look around “Whoa full house!” hearing their voice Eggdog stops dancing and runs up to them. Aster giggles picking up the pup, Three turns as he hears Aster's voice and smiles at him “Hey! Sorry but I'm not sure I can save you a cup with how busy it is right now.”  Aster gives Eggdog a kiss on his head as they place the pup on the counter, they then start to take peoples orders. Three looks at Aster confused only to get a dismissive wave from them, Three softly smiles as he continues to make orders and deliver them. One of the girls was staring at Aster, she hummed as she drank her coffee watching every movement they did. Seeing the woman checking out Aster, Three steps in front of her “Better have a good reason for staring at my partner.” He glares at her as she awkwardly looks away. The girl’s friend snapped her fingers before taking out her cell phone “You know your partner looks like that maid guy, see look!” Three looks at her phone and gasps seeing Aster in a coffee n bomb maid outfit, he turns and stares at Aster who was brewing coffee.  He walks away from the table and gets close to his partner, the moment Aster bent down to grab something Three took his shot. He presses his lips against their cheek before running off, Aster blushes looking at Three confused as the man kept working “That was..unexpected.” 

As the last customer leaves the cafe, Aster throws himself on a chair “Wow..never want to do that again.” Three hands a cup of coffee to Aster, their eyes light up taking it. The strong smell of sugar has them excited to drink coffee for once, Three sits across from them with a soft smile “Enjoy, once we are rested we have dinner to get to.” Aster hums as they drink the coffee, the strong taste of sugar surprises them as they look at the cup. Three smirks “That's right I remember your sugar thing, thought i should make a special coffee just for you.” Aster smiles at the cup, their expression so soft it makes Three lightly blush “Thank you SMG3.” Aster goes back to drinking their coffee while Three now sits with a bright red face, since knowing them he learned one big thing. Aster rarely uses people’s names, he felt his heart racing at just hearing his name said. Aster notices Three’s red face making them giggle “You doing okay there Darling? Your face is glowing,” Three stands up hiding his pout “Finish your coffee and get ready, i will meet you for the date later!” he storms away leaving Aster with a smug smile.                                         —---------------------------------

SMG4 didn't know how much time passed as he walked around the town, his head couldn't wrap around the quiz. He never noticed men before as his main focus was getting a girlfriend, he looks at his youtube history filled with girlfriend asmr. He blushes as he starts to put on his air pods, slowly, he types asmr boyfriend. Taking a deep breath, he hits play letting a smooth man's voice talk to him. He hums feeling relaxed hearing the man telling him how amazing he is, he could feel himself daydreaming about being on a date. He was wearing his spy outfit giggling as a mysterious man was across from him, Four’s face goes red as he closes the video and removes the airpods. He bites his lip looking at his phone “Oh memes…” He runs home trying to get his screaming thoughts to quiet down, the moment he sees the showgrounds he slowly stops running. He couldn't believe he blinded himself, all this time searching for the perfect women when he could have also looked for the perfect man. “Okay…maybe I am bisexual. I mean asmr videos just give tingles not like if i see a handsome man i'm going to just-” before he can finish SMG3 walks out of the cafe dressed up for his date. 

SMG4 blushes as the world freezes seeing Three, his guardian partner notices him and flashes him a smile that could make Four explode.  “Hey scrub, you've been busy. Haven't seen you around all day.”  Four awkwardly looks away “Ah yeah…Mario kidnapped me for some stupid adventure, you know how he can be.”  Three rolls his eyes “Surprise he didn't drag me to, guess i can thank Aster for saving me there” Hearing Aster name made Four stomach twist as he attempts to hide his jealousy “haha yeah that partner of yours…got a date with them?” Three smirks and flicks his hat “You know it, don't worry Four i'm sure you can win a chick over with your lame memes.” He chuckles and pats Four’s back as he walks away, Four looks at the floor as he slowly presses his hand to his chest. “Oh no…Mario is right, I'm in love with Three.” He feels himself about to cry, making sure no one was around he dashes into the castle to lock himself away in his room.

Things won't be the same and Four isn't sure if this is good news or terrible news, all he knew was he can never see his ex rival the same.

[vaguesxrrow]

heya! its me, once more, with a possibly oddly specific request, bc yes

i'd like to request a Dean Winchester (again, i know, he has invaded my brain) x reader, where for a case, they need a distraction, and reader ends up dancing to let Dean and Sam get away before running away themself, [oh, btw, established relationship please] and Dean is just

Dean: "they can dance too?! they're awesome"

Sam: "yeah, great, dude, but we gotta go"

thank you!!

HELLOO AGAIN !! this was so fun to write as usual. im so glad to have u as one of my 'regulars' btw it makes me feel like a rlly cool coffee shop owner :o

dancing queen - dean winchester/reader

a/n: hey look ! i've upgraded to titles !

cws: mild innuendos at the end

wc: 768

tags: humour, gender neutral reader (? they call themself feminine titles bc of the song but they/them pronouns are used)

"dude, seriously?" dean complained as the beginning notes of 'dancing queen' began from sam's phone. "abba!?"

sam rolled his eyes. "they're not bad."

"don't judge, dean," you said. "you can make an exception for dancing queen."

dean grumbled, but settled down at your reprimand. he muttered something sarcastic about this being a 'great soundtrack to kill vamps to', and you giggled at his consternation.

"you should learn to dig the dancing queen, dean," you told him, swaying to the beat and tapping his shoulder in an attempt to liven his mood.

"yeah, dean," sam parroted.

"the only thing i'll be digging is a grave," he deadpanned.

⌦ ---

you were fucked.

you were cornered by three vamps, after yelling at them to divert their attention from the boys to yourself. you felt kind of bad about raiding their nest, because you had learned that they were newly turned. but there was no use reasoning with them now. they wanted your blood.

which is why you were fucked.

sam and dean were looking at you with wide, panicked eyes from behind the three vampires, already having killed the two that were attacking them earlier. dean was still wiping blood off his face.

"uhm." you gulped nervously. “hi.”

your boyfriend and his brother skulked quietly behind, trying to avoid alerting the vamps to their presence a second time. them being them, though, it failed. dean tripped on sam's foot, and they both swore in unison. the monsters whirled around to glare at them, beginning to advance again.

"hey!" you barked at them. they half-turned towards you, as if considering who they should kill first. you needed a distraction so the boys could get away.

one problem, though: you couldn't think of a distraction.

"uhh, shit." you fumbled with your knife, as an idea popped into your mind. a ridiculous idea, but all the just dance you played as a kid had to be for something, right?

and so you began.. dancing. and singing. performing a whole show, really, because hearing sam's hippie music taste was bound to have that effect on people.

"youuu can dance, you can jiiive, having the time of your lii- shit, that's a tricky note - liiiife." you pointed at the vampires, moving your hips and swaying your arms in what you hoped was an accurate copy of the actual moves. you resolutely ignored sam's incredulous gaze and dean's loose jaw, continuing to channel your inner popstar.

"OOOH, see that girl!" you pointed to yourself and mimed an air guitar. okay, this was fun, ignoring the fact that you could die. it was like the dance competitions your parents used to enroll you in, just with judges that would rip you to shreds instead of giving you last place. maybe you should get back into dancing.

from behind the wall of confused vampires, you saw sam tugging dean's arm, murmuring to him about how they 'had to dip, right the fuck now'.

"i was already questioning how [name] agreed to date me, cause look at them, they were badass in that fight, but they can dance too? how awesome is that?" dean hissed back.

you bit back a laugh in favour of belting out the next note and doing the next move. "watch that scene, digging the dancing queen!" you freestyled that part, twirling around.

"yeah, dude, but we still gotta go." sam yanked dean's arm once more, dragging him out and forcing him into a run. you breathed a sigh of relief as they ran out the door.

"hope you enjoyed the show!" you said as you pulled your gun on the vampires, shooting them all in quick succession. you sprinted away, not bothering to check whether they were really dead or not.

when you saw the impala, you slowed to a walk, satisfied that there were no more bloodthirsty monsters chasing you.

dean and sam were engaged in what looked to be a one-sided conversation: dean rambling, and sam staring at his brother with half judgement, half love.

"sammy, i'm telling you, man. a fighter and a dancer?" dean shook his head. "i am one lucky man."

"you enjoy the show?" you asked them as you approached, a bit out of breath.

"hell yeah!" dean exclaimed, giving you a high five and a deep kiss. "that was so cool."

"does that mean you'll start digging the dancing queen?" you teased.

"only if you're the one dancing," he said.

you grinned. "oh, there is so much i could teach you. devil's tango, maybe?" you winked.

sam fake gagged. "okay, gross! i am never playing abba ever again!"

[unrealcity-if]

a cyberpunk interactive fiction

demo: prologue and ch1, 55k. play here.

Streets, empty - gnarled roots burying deep below the city. The gleam of teeth, an endless buzzing like flies. Dry, dead rock. There was water here once. Now toxic sludge seeps into the dirt, leeching life from the land. They staked metal, twisted it into the dead earth to block out the sky. They know that is too late, but they try to defy fate all the same.

Esurio is a city divided. You know this all too well. As a smuggler of black-market tech into the city from the outlands, you would like nothing better than to be free of Esurio once and for all. Yet the city seems to pull people in, and after a job gone wrong you find yourself entangled in a net of lies, inexplicably strange murders, and the one question that no-one knows the answer to -

What lies below Esurio?

[features]

pay off your debt through smuggling goods into the city

run from law enforcement

investigate strange murders, while trying not to end up the next victim

regret every life decision you have made

uncover what lies below the city?

meet (and optionally romance) 5 companions - 2 gender selectable

finally free yourself from Esurio?

[companions]

[ros]

Argo [nb] they/them, asexual :

If there's anyone in Esurio that you trust, it would be them. They've been by your side since you were young : first as friends and then (literal) partners in crime. When they were younger, they dreamt of changing the world. At some point they buried that dream. For now they keep to smuggling, hacking, and breaking every speed limit possible.

Appearance - shoulder-length coily dark brown hair, medium brown skin, dark brown eyes. prides themself on wearing the most colourful jacket they can find, and wouldn't know colour or outfit coordination if it hit them in the face.

Sora [f/m] she/her or he/him :

A private investigator with a moralistic streak. They attempt to fill in the gaps left by law-enforcement, dealing in all kinds of information, and know practically anything on anyone, while remaining a perpetually shadowy figure themselves. Motivated by curiousity and an alarming lack of self-preservation instincts, they're determined to uncover the truth about Esurio at all costs.

Appearance - straight, dark brown hair that flops over their brown eyes. olive skin. always wears a leather jacket and heavy boots: dresses practically. carries gadgets + a notepad in their bag: they are prepared for anything, especially a high speed pursuit across rooftops.

Brontë [f/m/nb] she/her, he/him, or he/they :

A failed musician with a trail of poor decisions behind them. They were going to make it big in the underground music scene, until, one day, they weren't. Cast-out and adrift, they're cynical and conflicted, a perfect example of a delicately poised balancing act. It's only a matter of time before they fall.

Appearance - wavy blond hair, dyed purple at the ends, reaching about chin length. pale, freckled skin and green eyes. wears light jackets, oversized tshirts, boots that are falling apart, and as many bracelets as possible.

Asha [f] she/they :

She ran with Argo, Jaya and you for several years, after her illustrious political family abruptly fell from grace and she had to look out for herself any way she could. A skilled mechanic, and never one to back down from a fight, she bounces from person to person, always living life at high speed. After Jaya's disappearance, she split from the group, and you haven't spoken to her since.

Appearance - straight, shoulder-length black hair. dark brown skin and dark brown eyes. wears work overalls most of the time, and is frequently covered in smudges of oil fromch her work as a mechanic. else, she dresses casually and comfortably - loose shirts, ripped jeans and a necklace.

Cas [m] he/him :

An artefact dealer in the outlands. You know his name, and not much else. He seems to float from place to place, avoiding strong attachments. Never talks about his past, his strange dreams, and pretty much anything personal. Knows what to do in a crisis, though, and is frequently the voice of reason.

Appearance - straight, short light brown hair, fair skin, eyepatch over his right eye - his left is brown. wears glasses. Always in a fashionable long dark coat and heavy boots: somehow manages to look constantly poised and well put together despite Esurio's characteristic humidity.

[other]

Acheron [nb] they/them :

They control much of what flows from the outlands into the city. After they rescued Argo and you from capture by law enforcement, you have been working for them in order to pay off your debt to them. They're level headed and ruthless, and you can't work out what makes them tick.

Jaya [f] she/her :

She was part of the underground smuggling group involving you, Argo and Asha, until she disappeared abruptly and everything went to shit. To this day, you've been unable to find out what happened to her. But thats in the past, right? [option to have been in a past relationship with her]

Valentine [nb] she/her and he/him :

Practically anyone in Esurio knows Valentine, or has at least heard of her. She's the person to go to for weird tech, fast cars and a way to vanish quietly. Despite her notoriety, and her fame as a guitarist, she always seems to be able to work just under the radar of the authorities.

[content warnings]

17+ (may be subject to change). violence, slight gore, horror aspects. implied sexual content.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Hiiii Mousey! (✿^‿^) How are you right now? Hope you're doing well there.

Anywho, I had this idea while on a car ride, listening to some band songs. I had to write it down right away before I forgot it. I don't know if anyone has ever sent this to you before, but What if the farmer used to be a popular and famous singer, but because of the stress from fame and the number of stalkers they encountered, they decided to resign/quit and move to the valley to start anew, hoping no one would recognize them. However, one day, the farmer accidentally blurts out their secret to their NPC spouse and this made the farmer very worried. Now, here's the thought: How would the SDV&SVE Bachelors/Bachelorettes react to finding out that their farmer spouse was once a famous, popular singer? 🎤🎸

Hey hey 👋 I'm fine, a bit busy due to work (December is always a pretty busy month for me) but so doing pretty well, thanks for asking ❤️

Ooooh, your idea as an alternative start for Farmer arriving in the Stardew Valley, love it! Thanks for the ask, and have a good day!

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SDV/SVE bachelors/ettes with Farmer as a former famous singer

SDV/SVE bachelors:

Even with the changed clothing style and new hair colour, Sam recognised Farmer as a famous singer almost instantly before Farmer blabbed about their past career. You bet, because Sammy is not only a music lover, but also a big fan of this musical group! He will shower Farmer with questions and autograph requests, but the joyful guitarist immediately restrains himself, remembering that a reaction like his is one of the reasons why the singer left the band. Sam apologises to Farmer and gives them some space. He in no way wanted to make his own lover uncomfortable.

"Wow... That's so cool." Sebastian is also pleasantly surprised about the fact that Farmer who came to Stardew Valley is the same singer from his favourite alternative rock band who left due to many cases of stalking. However, emo's own reaction is very calm, with adoration and admiration in his eyes, but no obsession. He knows that his beloved Farmer is a human being just like him and respects their feelings. Seeing that Farmer didn't want to talk about their past, Sebastian swears to them that he won't tell anyone about it.

Elliott stared at Farmer in surprise, eagerly waiting for an answer. Now the writer realised why he'd always thought he'd seen/heard Farmer somewhere before! Truthfully, instead of continued delight, Elliott was silenced by the look of weariness and sadness on his partner's face. He heard about Farmer as singer, but was completely unaware of the reason for their departure from show business. He would make a hundred apologies, assuring them that if Farmer didn't want to tell them, he would respect their wishes. Of course, Elliott's curiosity will torture him a little, but for him, his spouse's happiness comes first.

"Okay." No, Farmer was certainly glad that their husband Shane didn't jump madly around them like their fans in Zuzu City, but they'd expected, well, a more reaction than that. "You want me to try to rip the hair out of your head like those 'fans'?" Fair enough. Shane himself isn't much of a music lover, but Jas loved listening to Farmer on TV, and she was the one upset to tell Shane that her favourite singer had been bullied many times and they'd left. He's glad Farmer was able to escape that madness and there's no way his attitude towards them is going to change.

Alex nearly dropped his ice cream cone in surprise. "I always do the training to your songs! They give me so much motivation!" Farmer explained to their enthusiastic husband that although their songs were motivational and upbeat, Farmer themself wrote everything under constant stress due to pressure from managers and fear due to obsessive fans. Alex had no idea how bad it was and hugged Farmer tightly, covering them with kisses. The athlete himself will keep Farmer's anonymity (though he will sometimes squeak with delight inside, because wow, his spouse is so cool!).

Harvey had noticed Farmer's very familiar first and last name long ago when he entered their patient data into medical database, but had taken it simply as a coincidence. Even as spouses he didn't know the truth when he didn't mention this funny coincidence, to which Farmer had casually said they were than singer, not the namesake. The doctor's reaction was calm, and he assured Farmer that he understood why they hadn't told him the truth, and promised that their secret would not be revealed.

"I know, dear..." Farmer thought Victor would be shocked, as they knew their hubby is fan of their songs, but in the end it was Farmer who stood there with a surprised look. The spaghetti lover with his hunches found out information on the internet that helped him connect the dots, but he didn't want to confront his spouse on the subject, fearing that Farmer would mistake Victor for the same awful people who called themselves "true fans." Both spouses would have a long talk, sharing the truth. Victor made his own promise that he wouldn't tell anyone about Farmer's past career.

"Do you remember that when we first met, I told you I'd seen a part of your past?" And after those words, Farmer realised that Magnus had known about their singing career from the beginning. Why didn't he ask? It was none of his business to pry into their past, and if his lover wanted to tell they would. The wizard can't even imagine just living in an urban setting, so with a bunch of people following you around and interfering with your life. He also feels sorry that they associate Farmer's singing with bad emotions, because they have such a beautiful voice and are obviously happy when they are singing a song in the forest.

It seems Lance had heard of Farmer as a singer a few years ago when he arrived in Zuzu City as an ambassador from his clan. Many people were jumping in excitement about Farmer's new song, but the gallant adventurer genuinely understands why they left. Sometimes people can go overboard in their obsession with their idols. Of course, he will keep their secret, and if any of the fans show up on the doorstep of their farmhouse, Lance has promised his spouse to protect them and teleport the unwanted guests (first just away, and then - into a pile of manure if they get pushy).

SDV/SVE bachelorettes:

"You mean... Wait, really?" Honestly, Maru hadn't expected this turn of events. The young inventor had heard Farmer's songs spinning on the radio, even though she wasn't a strong fan of their music genre ("Sorry hon"). After Farmer decided there was nothing to hide and shared about their career and the reason for their retirement, Maru was horrified. So the scar on Farmer's arm was put there... by fans?! That's terrible. Maru consoled her spouse as best she could and promised to keep their secret.

Farmer realised what they'd said out loud and lightning-fast covered their already excited Abigail's mouth with their hand, who had said more than once that she was a big fan of this particular singer (Farmer, as it turned out). Before the purple-haired girl could do anything about it, her spouse dragged her away from one spot and explained why they were leaving. "Oh shit... Those people are just bastards." And she herself had almost blabbed to the whole town know about... "You okay, love?" Farmer is much better since they have found happiness and family in Stardew Valley.

Penny is completely shocked to discover that her spouse is the one and only nationally famous singer. Farmer and their new look was completely unrecognisable. But not even just a new image, but they're much happier. The young teacher has heard many stories that under the pressure of managers and the crazy crowd Farmer was seen more like zombie. She was sorry to hear that her spouse had been through all that, and glad that they had found happiness and peace here, with her.

Haley already had some suspicions, as Farmer was not only the namesake of her favourite singer, but also looked similar, but did not voice her guesses aloud. When her lover had accidentally blabbed about this, and had already decided to reveal their secret on such an occasion, Haley just thanked them for their trust in her. Previously, she would not have understood how it is possible to give up the glamorous life of a beloved pop star, but she realised that life with dependence on caffeine, under the fear of crazy fans and people who are only interested in money from concerts, is not a life but a living hell.

Emily's eyes shone with joy at what she heard. Her wonderful spouse was that talented singer, whose songs the blue-haired girl loved to dance to on Valley's festivals and at other times when she felt full of energy. However, immediately she became sad, as she knew why the singer left the stage, so many toxic people and negative aura around them were... Emily in no way wants Farmer to think she's like one of those fans either, and promised to keep their secret.

Well, Leah guessed, since besides the similarity in appearance and the fact that the last name and surname of her spouse and singer are the same, Farmer came almost as soon as they left their singing career. Aloud she did not voice it, as she considered it unnecessary to "pry" from her spouse the truth and understood where such paranoia in keeping the secret. Hundreds or even thousands of people, like her ex, or even worse, who follow you... Brrr! She comforted Farmer and assured them that she would take their secret to the grave. And if someone does find out, she has plenty of sculpting tools to fend off her spouse from the "fans"...

So Lewis telling Olivia about Farmer being a former clerk at Joja was just a cover so people wouldn't recognise them? Makes sense, or else her and Farmer's home would be overflowing with crazy fans carousing for their idol. Although Olivia herself isn't much of a fan of their music style, her spouse's voice is truly beautiful when she listened them. City life, especially for a famous person, can get very exhausting, so Olivia truly understands their secrecy and reluctance to discuss the past. And yes, she will keep that secret, promise 💖

"Wait, is it true? You really are-" Scarlett jumped up on the spot, not believing her ears. Her dearest Farmer is the famous lead singer from her favourite music band! She loves listening to their albums while she's busy sewing a new costume for the comicon and- wait. The same singer who quit their career because of crazy 'fans'. "Oh, man.... I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" Even though Farmer assures her it's okay, Scarlet feels a little shitty because they were standing in the middle of a public square in the city, and if anyone heard her joyful shriek.

Of course, Claire raised her eyebrows in surprise as Farmer told her that they had worked as an accountant at Joja before, and here was a whole five year career as a singer, and such a talented and popular one at that. It was only when the cashier wanted to question why her spouse had hidden it that she recalled the "incident" with fans that almost cost Farmer their life. "I'm sorry about that..." Still, Claire is glad Farmer was able to get away from it all and found happiness in farming.

Sophia's eyes widened slightly in surprise and the dots connected in her head. Her lover came to Stardew Valley at the same time as the famous and much-loved singer (whose song played in her favourite anime!) retired. The girl is sorry to hear that Farmer had to endure so many horrible incidents in their career as a singer, as breaking into their home or fans trying to kidnap them despite the security.... She dreaded to imagine what it had been like for them. Sophia, instead of jumping for joy that it's one of her favourite singers, silently hugs Farmer.

[subhumanselflover]

hello mar I would like to request a Testament x reader oneshot where the two cuddle on the couch please.

note: hello, coming right up anon! i can very much channel testament into my writing today bc i had a tea party today (well. yesterday as i prepare to actually post this), ehehe :3 also i'm throwing references to testament having a job in this one bc i think it's so funny that they're canonly a construction worker. okay anyway please enjoy!

Testament x Reader, Cuddle-bug.

If there was anything on Testament's mind throughout their day today, it was you. All through their work day, they found themself humming a song that you had showed them a while ago. When you told them that the song had reminded you of them, they fell in love with the rhythm almost as fast as they had fallen in love with you. All they wanted to do was curl up with you in their arms.

So, when the time came that they were able to leave work and come home to you, they quickly made their way to your residence. You had the day off, so you spent a good bit of the day cleaning your space, which left you a tad tired. Keys jingled outside the door, and the sound of the door opening alerted you to Testament's arrival.

As they came to find you, you were swiftly greeted with a gentle embrace and a quick peck on the lips. "Darling of mine, I missed you so." The greeting was so dramatic that it would have sounded insincere from anyone else, but in that loving tone, they truly meant it. You couldn't help but giggle, nonetheless. They had already placed their bags down and slipped their shoes off, and in one of the bags, they had brought home takeout for you both. With knowing that you planned on busying yourself today, they knew that you wouldn't quite feel like cooking tonight, and frankly, neither did they.

"I shall be right back, my dear. Oh, dinner's on the kitchen counter, feel free to eat without me if I take too long," They stated before shuffling off to the bathroom to go take a post-work shower and change into comfortable clothes. You kept yourself occupied as you awaited their return, listening to the flow of water, and the muffled music that they listened to while they showered.

Coming back to the living room in a much more comfortable, yet still elegant-looking outfit, they were surprised to see you hadn't eaten yet. "Dearest, you didn't have to wait for me," They almost seemed to pout as they said this, and it was a little cute to you. A piece of evidence that someone who was once so cold had become so warm. You shrugged, and supposed aloud that you were fine to wait, as long as it was for them.

You ate at the kitchen table, chatting, sharing a meal, taking pieces of each other's meals of choice, talking about each other's days. It was domestic, comfortable..

And now that you both found yourselves comfortably full, you were curled up on the couch together. It had been their turn to pick a movie to watch, so here you were, criticizing a B-movie together. But as the movie's mediocrity proved itself, they wanted to pay more attention to you. The two of you had already been curled up together, with you sitting on Testament's lap, held gently in their arms, their nails tapping against your skin every so often.

Shifting themselves carefully, they pulled you closer, their carefully toned arms wrapped around your waist. Warmth radiated between the two of you, as the movie you were watching slowly turned into a droning sort of background noise. Their was an undeniable calm in this moment, a comfortable silence taking over between you two. There were no words, but there didn’t need to be.

Holding you close to them, Testament moved a hand to run their fingers through your hair, lightly scratching over your scalp. Stopping for a moment, they cupped your face and held it. With not much of a choice, you looked at them, making a curious noise, wondering what this was for.

“You are so, so very precious to me. I love you,” Their tone was laced with genuine affection as they held your face. Leaning in, they gave you a loving little kiss, then patted the side of your face, before pulling you to their chest. You couldn’t help but feel lucky as you shared their warmth, and shared this space with them.

[msbutterfly5294]

< I Don’t Think It’s Talked About Enough. . . - Creative Edition >

I don’t think it’s talked about enough when a Creative has the itch to create but cannot put anything down . For example , writing . The Creative may know the exact sequence of events to occur in a scene but once the document or paper is ready , nothing comes out .

I don’t think it’s talked about enough that a Creative listening to music is important when creating art or a story . The beat , the lyrics , the vocals , it all connects with the stories . We are most likely daydreaming which characters are doing what based on a song and it guides us to exactly where we need to go .

I don’t think it’s talked about enough that when a Creative presents you their art or story , they trust you with a piece of themself . Some Creatives ( like myself ) have been working on one or more stories for over ten years . We have continued to develop , create , and destroy our stories over and over and over and over and over and over and over again because they aren’t exactly our children. . .

But a part of us . We change thus our stories did .

I don’t think it’s talked about enough when a Creative shows you their work and once a slight uninterested appearance or words are exchanged , we either close the story(ies) , put our sketch books away , and try to conceal it . I think of it as the same feelings of being rejected or even abandoned by those you present it to . These creative endeavors are a literal part of our dedication , our spirit , and when we are told “ we’re being too much ” , “ It’s weird / We’re weird . ” , “ It’s dumb . It’s too complicated . It’s too. . . ”

I think in some cases , it’s suppose to be that way . Humans are complicated , and it’s represented in our creativity .

I don’t think it’s talked about enough that sometimes Creatives grow apathetic of their own work(s) . We stay up late nights writing , drawing , crafting . Our brains don’t stop thinking about how the characters need this or that , how they get to it , why didn’t it work , what happens next , how does this character work or fight with this character ? The plot needs this for the theme , shoot what’s the theme mean in literature , this happens in the world and how does that affect the world , creatures , and characters ? Shoot what was that word again. . . ?

Stopped .

I’m staring at the screen .

Were these stories worth it ?

Was my years of dedication all for nothing ?

Am I even worth it ?

I mean , come on , msbutterfly5294 , you have drawn some awesome pieces for the these stories ! I mean , look at these papers filled with words that blend and make sense , the stories can capture mystery and emotion , descriptions are great ! Why don’t you continue ?

Because. . . It’s a beautiful disease much like love . It infects the entirety of us . I remember the many nights my big brother ( who is my cousin ) came over to show us Legend Of Zelda games and he would tell me all about his stories , lore , world building and characters . That was years ago as a very young teenager to late teens . I don’t fully know when he started his journey , but I know he loves those characters and stories with all his heart .

And by stars , it is beautiful to know someone with that much passion . He inspired me to follow my dreams along with my big sister ( also my cousin ) . She taught me art and resilience , he taught me storytelling and dedication .

I wouldn’t be here today without them .

. . . I don’t think it’s talked about enough. . . That a Creative wouldn’t be here today without those beautiful people who do care and encourage them to keep creating . Keep being passionate . Keep writing . Keep drawing .

Keep being you .

And be proud of it .

[gotham-daydreams]

Is it possible that one of the villains of Gotham to develop an obsession with the reader like batfam? Like for example one of them once attended or attempted to attack at one of their performance but got mesmerized by them and decided to stalk them instead

I am now very much thinking about and considering this anon. Thanks for the new idea, I'll be thinking about all day 🙄 (okay, first, /pos, but really- this can easily change up a few more things and add some more conflict. I love it!!! Though maybe I'll make it a sub-series if I actually write it, since the "Not [ ]" is mostly focused on the Batfam, so kind of like an alternate universe type deal? I'm willing to know anyone's thoughts and suggestions on this.)

That can definitely happen, and it makes a lot of sense too when you really think about it (at least the part leading up to where the villian runs into the reader and encounters their music), especially when the reader is not only a well known musician- but known to be the kid of Bruce Wayne.

Even if no one really knows the identity of Batman, everyone and their dog knows Bruce Wayne. You'd have to do more than just live under a rock to not know that guy — especially in Gotham.

Just that fact alone — the reader being another kid adopted by Bruce Wayne — is definitely going to paint a target on their back, especially when they're in a big industry like music. The "well-known" part is just the sprinkles on top of the "you're fucked" cake. Even if I have said before that the reader isn't well-known to the point where they'd be considered super famous or popular, but enough to where people can still recognize them on the street and just kind of say "hey, isn't that the musician who played ( ) the other night? i heard they're pretty good, y'know."

Basically, someone trying to attack them for whatever reason, or even trying to kidnap them, is very possible and highly likely.

I can't say who in particular I think the villian would be? Only because I'm not sure myself, with how flexible the situation is.

The villian could be going to one of the reader's performances simply because there are a lot of other people attending, and if they want to make a grand performance of their own, or have a grand opening to a game, one of the reader's performances seem like the easiest way to do just that. So they settle in a little, waiting for everything to be just right... then they see the reader and whatever instrument they'll be playing, as they and the other performers wait for everyone to get in and settle down.

Maybe the villian hardly notices it at first, or it immediately catches their attention. Maybe they just roll their eyes and scoff or just become curious in some way. Maybe what makes them hate it/curious about it at first is the reader themself. The villian thinks the reader is just another rich kid trying to show off their 'talent'... or notices that the reader is from the Wayne family and that catches their attention, maybe.

Or, alternatively they try to assassinate or kidnap the reader. Maybe just rob them too while they're at it.

It doesn't matter how they get in- what does matter is that they don't know much about the reader besides that they're a musician of some kind and the kid of Bruce Wayne, and maybe for whatever mission they're doing- that's all they need to know. Or all they feel they need to know, as maybe they catch the reader in the middle of a performance no matter how they try to go about their mission — either planning to take the reader out from the backstage, drop them from beneath the floor boards, or snipe them from up top — and the villian hesitates as they really listen to the reader play once their focused is centered on them.

Regardless of how it starts, once it does- they're captived, near mesmerized by what they hear.

Before the villian even knows it, they're watching the entire performance. Any compliments they have towards the reader's music turn to the reader themself, and by the end of the night... the villian is caught in a trap of their own making.

If they were looking into the reader before, that research only delves deeper as they try to figure out each and every little thing about the reader. If they weren't really looking at information about the reader before, they definitely are now.

A simple 'interest' turns into a whole obsession, and now, as you've mentioned, are stalking the reader.

Maybe the villian even dedicates certain atrocities they do in the reader's name, maybe they attend and try to ruin the reader's performances because they believe they should be the only one to hear the reader's music, or just want to be all that much closer to them.

Maybe the villian tries to kidnap the reader, but just so that they can hold them close, or have them play all the tunes they wish to hear from the reader for the rest of eternity... however long that lasts. Who knows?

Tldr: It is very possible, and if anything, more likely than you think!

I hope this answered your question! If you or anyone else has another question, feel free to send in an ask! I'll try to answer them when I can!