#none of these characters have last names how am i supposed to tag them

[collectorcookie]

Oh wow, more textposts! North country edition

[apollo-likes-writing]

LAPIS LAZULI - 2. Opulence

Character(s): Veritas Ratio/Lapis Lazuli, Jelena/Topaz

Tags: Long fic, mentions of sex (not explicit and not between Ratio and Topaz), arguments, Ratio's backstory.

Word count: 2,787 words

Summary: He missed an important meeting after a night out and Topaz is incredibly pissed at him for it. Lmao.

Author's Note: I know I said I'd post this at the weekend but executive dysfunction decided to beat my ass so y'all are getting it on Thursday instead lol.

Just want to note I am not writing explicit smut in any of this fanfiction. Read my boundaries if you'd like to know why. This was inspired by the incredible @havanillas with her roleswap!AU! Have a look!

This is off topic but, as someone who has family near Florida, I wish anyone affected by Hurricanes Helene and Milton and the Super Typhoon in Taiwan/China safety and peace.

Account Masterlist | Fic Masterlist | Prologue

10:39am - Wednesday

The sound of a phone ringing wakes him up, which is strange because he could have sworn he put it on Do Not Disturb the night previously. His arm reaches blindly for his phone on the bedside table. As he does so he smacks his knuckle against the corner of the wood and swears loudly as pain shoots up his arm. He continues his hunt regardless, the tinny jingle of his ringtone starting to bounce around his skull irritatingly. It takes him a while, but he finds his phone and grasps it tightly, bringing it in front of his face and promptly blinding himself as he turns it on. Topaz is calling. Of course she is. 

The man grumbles and sits up in his bed, squinting at his colleagues name for a few seconds before begrudgingly tapping the green button to answer it.

“Topaz! My friend! To what do I owe the pleasure?” The man begins with forced positivity, placing his forearm over his eyes and willing his phone to suddenly have a crappy connection.

“Lapis, where in Qlipoth's name are you?” Topaz’ exasperated voice rings out. “You were supposed to be at the meeting over an hour ago.”

“Oh shit, that was today?”

“Yes, Lapis. It was.” He can hear how clearly she wants to throttle him through the phone. The idea makes him suppress a laugh. “Where are you?”

Lapis eyes the other side of his bed. There, the tanned shirtless back of his chosen boy-toy of the night lays there peacefully, facing away from him in a blanket of black curls. “That doesn't matter. Fill me in on the important, definitely-not-going-to-bore-me-to-death stuff.”

Topaz sighs. “Diamond and Jade are throwing a business party on Friday and they want us to attend.”

“Sounds dull,” Lapis replies simply, grinning slightly at the snort his colleague lets escape in response. “Do I have to go?”

“Yes, Lapis Lazuli of Stratagems, you do,” she answers irritably.

“Ooh, my full title. Am I in trouble?” he teases.

“You will be if you don't show up. Meet me at HQ in thirty minutes.”

With that, Topaz hangs up and Lapis throws his phone back onto the bedside table frustratedly. He crosses his arms and rubs the bridge of his nose, feeling the makeup he forgot to take off last night on his fingertips. The sensation of a hand soothing against his thigh meets his senses and Lapis looks down at his current companion, who has now turned around to face him. He's cute, Lapis admits, which is the main reason why he decided to spend the night with him. His dark skin is littered with lovebites and his coily hair fans out below his head, now slightly messy. It was his eyes that struck Lapis when he first saw him though: a beautiful hazel with flecks of teal dotted about in them and large pupils. 

Those eyes are currently looking up at him from where he lays next to him, gently massaging his thigh in a surprising show of domesticity.

“Are you alright?” the man asks, slightly guarded.

The Stoneheart nods. “Yes, just work stuff. None of it concerns you.” He sneaks his hand onto his companion's head and plays with his hair absentmindedly.

“I don't think I'm smart enough to understand it anyway, Mr. Corporate,” he teases. “But a party? That sounds fun. Are you going?”

“I'm going to have to,” Lapis replies, sighing. “Don't get me wrong, I like parties as much as the next man, but this one is for work and I have to save face which is boring.” He tilts his head back and pushes his palms into his eyes, groaning loudly as he watches a kaleidoscope of colours burst behind his eyelids. The man beside him chuckles warmly.

“You're Lapis Lazuli. A party is no big deal to you, right? Just go there and rub shoulders with whoever you need to rub shoulders with then drink until you do it willingly.”

He has a point.

“Good idea,” he answers, taking his hands away from his face. He pulls the duvet off and swings his legs over the edge of the bed, shivering at the cold air of the surrounding room now hitting his bare skin. He sits there for a while, head lowered, as he musters the motivation to stand up. He does so after a few moments and then hunts around the room for his clothes so carelessly thrown about the night before. He's half-dressed when he turns to his company. “Unfortunately, I've got to go out and attempt to be a human being to prevent my colleague from murdering me,” he says, receiving a laugh from the other man. “You're welcome to anything in the kitchen. The door will automatically lock when you leave, so don't worry about that. Please don’t steal anything — it causes a great deal of hassle that I wish to not be caught up in.”

“Wow, it’s like I’m in a hotel,” he giggles.

“Yeah, well room service isn’t included. Sorry.”

He’s followed out of the room by a hearty laugh. He heads to his bathroom and goes about his morning routine, brushing his teeth and his hair before rooting through his makeup bag to wipe off the old and do his skin care before renewing it. He nearly pokes his eye out with his eyeliner in the process and groans as he smudges the red under his eyes. He finishes soon afterwards and pointedly ignores the hickeys on his own chest and neck (his colleagues have seen worse anyway). He leaves and nabs a banana from the fruit bowl on the counter on his way out of the building, shoving it in his pocket.

It’s raining when he gets outside, raindrops splashing on cement and dirtying the bottom of his trousers. He sighs irritably and rings up his chauffeur to collect him. He draws upon his Imaginary energy and creates a black umbrella for himself as he waits impatiently in the rain, eyeing the sky every now and again when thunder rumbles nearby. 

To his chauffeur’s credit, a slick limousine pulls up only two minutes later. He enters smoothly and wrings out his umbrella before he closes the door behind him. He takes a seat at the back of the car, not bothering to put his seatbelt on.

”Good morning, Sir. Where will you be headed?” his chauffeur asks on the other side of the window that separates driver from passenger.

”Morning, Connors,” Lapis replies, running a hand through damp hair to neaten it. He debates in his mind whether he should piss off Topaz even more or actually do as she asks. He decides on the former. “Take me to that coffee shop on 4th Avenue,” he asks. Connors nods his head and puts his foot on the accelerator, pushing the car forwards.

Lapis watches the buildings of Pier Point fly by as they drive past. Tall skyscrapers touch sturdy bubbles that float above them that act as buildings in their own right. Billboards and screens advertise various IPC products that Lapis knows definitely do more harm than good but are still being sold regardless. Neon signs point to bars and restaurants with the aim of drawing the eye but only succeed in forcing the viewer to look away to prevent themselves from losing their eyesight. It is meticulously blinding and doesn’t do any favours with the slight hangover the Stoneheart is nursing. 

Connors turns a corner and travels on a road away from the cacophony of light and sound, slowing to a stop outside an easy-on-the-eyes building. He states, “We’re here, Sir,” and Lapis gives a non-commital grunt of affirmation before reaching for his umbrella and leaving.

”Stay here, Connors. I’ll be five minutes,” he directs before shutting the door and heading inside.

The coffee shop is a homely one. Mismatched chairs are tucked under old wooden tables and there is, oddly, a wide variety of clocks dotted around the walls. Cool browns and soft whites meet Lapis’ eyes as he scans the cozy place. A kind-looking woman stands behind the counter, blending a coffee mixture and pouring it into a cup. Once done, she turns and hands it to the patron on the opposite side of the cash register.

“That will be £5.50. Scan or swipe when you’re ready,” she says, her smile evident in her tone of voice despite the obscene price of her drinks. The customer mutters their thanks and turns away, giving a wide berth to Lapis as if he was poisonous to the touch (with his reputation, he probably was). Lapis pays them no mind and strolls up to the counter with the manner of a man much more care-free than he actually is. Once the barista looks up, her wide smile turns into a grin. “Lapis Lazuli, my loyal friend! Nice to see you again.” The way the woman looks him up and down as if he were something tasty does not go unnoticed by the executive, but he ignores it.

“Morning, Oti,” he responds, matching the smile of the woman opposing him.

“The usual?” Oti asks, already reaching under the counter for a cup.

“The very same,” Lapis replies easily. While his order is being made (a large salted caramel frappé with coffee and cream. Fancy and expensive – just like him), the feeling of dozens of eyes digging into the back of his neck reach his senses. This is not an abnormal occurance. Lapis Lazuli is a top dog around these parts; there will be several people who work under his chain of command in this cafe alone. There's a kind of power trip that occurs whenever he thinks on it. Money talks, as the saying goes.

A plastic cup (not biodegradable? Naughty boy-) filled with a delicious-looking iced frappé, whipped cream placed perfectly on top in a swirl that pokes out the hole in the semi-circular lid, is placed on the counter. A paper straw is poked inside it and is then pushed towards him. Lapis looks at it for a moment and smiles.

“Looks as delicious as ever, Oti,” he comments, picking it up and taking a sip. “Mmm, and tastes it too.”

“I'm glad you like it,” Oti replies, smiling. “That'll be £6.60.” Lapis digs in his pocket and fishes out his phone, tapping the top of it against the pin machine without paying any mind to the price.

“Brilliant. Thankyou, Sir. Come back soon!” the barista calls as the bell to the door rings out when Lapis leaves.

11:25am - Wednesday

IPC headquarters is as busy as it always is. Busy-body staff briskly walk past him with respectful (and scared) nods of acknowledgement as Lapis strolls through the main entrance. Soldiers and guards stand to attention and salute him. which he ignores in favour of heading to the secretary’s desk. There is a line that stands between him and the workers, but they all shift out of the way with terrified looks on their faces at a simple clearing of his throat. Lapis shoots them all a superficial smile and steps forward, reaching the desk and leaning on it comfortably.

“Good morning,” he begins, winking at the woman behind the desk. She looks up and startles at the sight of him, her face turning an ugly shade of red.

“Ah! Lapis Lazuli, Sir! What can I do for you, Sir?”

“Nothing much,” he replies with vague condescension. He takes an obnoxious sip of his coffee before continuing. “A little birdy told me that P45- Topaz is looking for me. Where is she?”

With trembling fingers, the woman taps on the keyboard and looks something up on her computer. “Sh- She's on the 57th floor, Sir. Room Six.” Lapis gives a hum of affirmation and leaves, slinking back through the queue and heading for the elevator.

When he finds Topaz, she looks like she's ready to strangle him.

“Does your watch work?” she asks as soon as he opens the door.

“Mmm, yes. It works perfectly fine, thankyou for asking. Why do you ask?” Lapis answers after another long sip of his coffee, finding great joy in the anger of his colleague.

“Okay, next question.” She strides up to him and plants herself a few inches away from him. She's a foot shorter than Lapis and has to look up at him, the irate look on her face reminding him of an angry bird. He decides not to point that out. “Do you know how to tell the time? Because I could have sworn I told you to meet me fifteen minutes ago.” She has the audacity to take the coffee out of his hand and slam it on the table beside them. He shoots her a small glare before fishing into his pocket and pulling out the banana he retrieved earlier, peeling it with a controlled slowness that would annoy anyone (including him if he wasn't the one doing it) and taking a large bite.

“Topaz, I have a PhD in mathematics. I can assure you that I know how to tell the time,” he says, mouth full.

“Then why, in Qlipoth's name, are you only here now?”

“Because I find great enjoyment in pissing you off. Was that not obvious?” he replies, gesturing between the two of them with banana in hand. Topaz opens and closes her mouth several times, finding the choice words she needs to get this over with as quickly as possible.

“The party is at 8pm on Friday. Black tie, so wear something decent for once. Opal is breathing down my neck to get you, Sugilite, and Obsidian on board and, surprisingly, Obsidian has been the most agreeable. Unlike you and Sugilite, she was actually there at the meeting this morning. I now see why you weren't in attendance.” She gives him a once over, gesturing to the lovebites on his chest and neck. 

“Y’know, I do actually have a social life, Topaz,” Lapis states. “You should try it some time.”

“I'm not saying you shouldn't have, uh- hobbies, Lapis. What I'm saying is that your job should come before them, or did you forget that?”

Lapis shrugs. “I'm here now, right?”

“That's not the point. You have duty here as one of the Stonehearts. Not a duty to your favourite casinos and clubs.”

“Let a man live a little, alright? I spent half my life in academic squalor seeking the attention of an Aeon that clearly wanted nothing to do with me. My life's work was made entirely useless. I might as well have received the attention of the Nihility if the Preservation didn't snap me up first.”

“Oh boo hoo, cry me a river,” Topaz snaps. “At least you have people here who give half a rat's ass about you.”

“That's becoming ever more debatable by the day,” Lapis seethes, demeanour now serious.

“Well too bad. You're here now. The only way you're getting out of this place is in a wooden box.”

“I can say the same for you, Topaz. How deep has Jade's manipulation really gone? I can't tell what's you and what's her anymore.”

“You don't know anything about me. You've been a Stoneheart for - what - a year? 10 months?” Topaz jabs a finger into his collarbone. Lapis doesn't move an inch.

“I don't need to know you. Your denial of it is proof enough.” Lapis smiles again, this time less cheery and more angry. The movement of his lips more a grimace than anything else. Topaz steps away from him, glaring daggers into his very soul. If Lapis wasn't, you know, Lapis, he would have wilted on the spot at such a murderous stare. She turns and stalks to the tall window of the room; a dreary view that shows the cityscape of Pier Point through the gloomy rain. 

“At the party,” she begins, facing away from him. “At least try to present yourself as a decent human being, alright?”

Lapis gives her a long, hard look, watching her through the reflection of the window. “You and I both know that's not possible for either of us. We've got too much blood on our hands.” He snatches his coffee from the table and heads for the door. His hand rests on the handle before he turns back to face the woman, who is still facing away from him. “Oh, and Topaz?”

She twists around and looks at him this time, watching him with a weary look that makes her look decades older than what she is. 

“What?”

“This could've been an email.”

He ducks out of the door before a stapler is launched at him from across the room.

--

Reblogs appreciated! <3

[onpurposeilovehimonpurpose]

Get to Know Me!

Tagged by @rockingtheorange

Last song: Mi Gente - J. Balvin & Willy William 🎶 From my playlist, because I'm not counting "If I Loved You" by Vagabond even though my tv happens to be playing that scene right now.

Last film: Red, White & Royal Blue because I'm currently watching it as usual. (but if I have to choose one that isn't that... Oh yeah, I introduced my mom to The Beat Beneath My Feet a couple of days ago. A non-Nick movie? Probably Barbie in the theater months ago.

Currently reading: "Rojo, Blanco y Sangre Azul" by Casey McQuiston

Currently watching: It's a theme here. I'm watching "Red, White & Royal Blue", to be specific, it's the museum scene.

Currently consuming: queso and chips

Currently craving: strawberry milkshake

Were you named after anyone?

No, and I suppose in a way, I named myself.

When was the last time you cried?

While I was writing a fic today, there are just some things that my characters must go through, but I go through it with them.

Do you have kids?

No, but I am a very proud aunt.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I've played many, none of them well though. My favorite was something I haven't played since junior high called "Volley Tennis", it was so fun.

Do you use sarcasm?

Yes, but I try to tone it down, though it's a go-to defense and a go-to ice breaker that I probably use way too often.

What's the first thing people notice about you?

Usually that I look much younger than I actually am? Because it seems to be a thing that always comes up a few minutes into a conversation? I think anyway. I honestly am not sure though.

What's your eye color?

Green, but maybe more like a sea glass green.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings all day! But oh please give me truly understandable angst and slow burn first.

Any talents?

I believe I'm a talented writer and baker, maybe I have some other ones, but I'm not sure anymore what they are as mostly those are the things I do most often.

Where were you born?

Chicago

What are your hobbies?

I have so many, maybe too many. Writing, reading, arts & crafts, building miniatures, going to SPN cons, collecting RWRB books in all languages available, singing, listening to music, road trips, watching baking shows.... probably a lot more.

Do you have any pets?

Right now, I have one dog. But it hurts to say that because I will always have more than that in my heart.

How tall are you?

1.67m

Favorite subject in school?

Art, because that was my reprieve from the otherwise hellish experience. Even if I wasn't good at it, it never mattered to my teacher.

Dream job?

I would like to be a published author who makes enough money not to do anything else but write. Or, I would like to work in the film industry as the person who organizes and keeps track of props and clothing. I've heard so many different titles for that role, so I won't be specific, lol. I just love organizing and doing that job would be awesome.

I'm tagging @radberryz @didsomeonesaybuffet @poisonfayri @sunnysideprince

[danpuff-ao3]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @lizzy0305! 😘

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

118 altogether. Some old Marvel fics, some meta...107 of them are HP fics.

2. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently only Harry Potter, though I've got some old Marvel ones up.

3. Top five fics by kudos:

Oh hey! It's changed since I last checked...my Top 5 used to be all from the Yes, Daddy series, but a couple of others broke through! Now we have...

Daddy's Boy

Obscene

Daddy Knows Best

Breed Me, Daddy

Contempt

4. What’s your total ao3 word count?

749,120 as of now!

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do my best to! I've had a hard time keeping up with it lately, but my goal is to get to them all eventually...I want all of my commenters to know how very much I appreciate them!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Haha...haha...huh. Idk. I write too much angst 😭 How am I supposed to pick? I think either A Matter of Time or In My Veins (In My Blood) are probably the worst 2, maybe?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

...do I write happy endings? Jk, jk...Oh yeah! The Curse of Anteros for sure has a happy ending. A well earned one at that!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Sometimes! Collateral Damage got some hate for a certain twist 👀 Most of my dead doves get weird comments, because I don't pull my punches. The odd weird or rude comment scattered elsewhere. I try to handle it with grace, but honestly I'm a big ole sensitive baby so...🥲

9. Do you write smut?

Oh hell yeah 😈

10. Craziest crossover?

No crossovers really, though I want to write a HP + PJO crossover one day...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, and may it stay that way.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep! And I'm super honored by it!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, not yet! But I'd like to one day.

14. All time favourite ship?

Snarry 4 life.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably old ones from my earlier days, but anything I've posted within the past few years I fully intend on finishing. Even if smile with sweet surprise only gets 1 update a year 🤣

16. What are your writing strengths?

idk 🥲 umm...I write emotions pretty well I think. I write angst pretty well especially. I really care about the characters and portraying them as honestly as I can, and as real as I can, accepting all of their humanity, good and bad.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Hmm. I don't think I could write fluff to save my life...I've made some attempts but 😂 I struggle a lot with my work for various reasons, none of them easy to put a name to. I do have a hard time balancing the idea of...wanting to leave a lot to implication, but trying not to be so subtle people don't actually have a hope of catching on at all. (Thank god for beta readers.)

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I like it, but I worry about Google Translate failing me 😭

19. First fandom you wrote in?

Harry Potter!

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

For sure it's Contempt, and its counterpart Devotion. Truly the story of my soul. All of my feelings about Snarry poured into it. 20+ years of passion and devotion to this pairing! I'm not sure I could love anything more or be prouder of anything more. (Though I do think The Curse of Anteros is my best work, but Contempt/Devotion will always have my heart!)

Tagging: @perverse-idyll, @writcraft, @ac1d6urn, @loneamaryllis, @fleetingdesires, @greenmegsnoham, @lqtraintracks, @somnwritessometimes, @aeternumregina, @broomsticks, @thistlecatfics, @maesterchill, @wolfpants, @mintawasalreadytaken, @saintsenara, @the-paper-monkey, @ashesandhackles, and anyone else who wants to play!

[wing-shot-first]

So, as I'm sure we all know, family is a very important thing when it comes to HIVE. It's the main theme, and there's all sorts of different families shown too. Found family, estranged family, family getting cut off (AKA getting murdered), and even a few healthier dynamics here and there.

With that being said, I recently discovered something that's actually very significant to a character and his connection with his family (or lack thereof I suppose) that I don't think I've seen anyone else talk about.

Before I get into this I do apologize if none of this makes sense. My thoughts are Everywhere and I'm writing this in one sitting so bear with me. I'll also be putting this under a read more bc idk if posts get condensed in tags and this will get Long.

We all know Wing is the only character actually born into the last name Fanchu, and likely the only person ever in-universe. The name is a mashup of two other Chinese surnames (Fan and Chu), and while this could just a creative choice on Mark's end to give a character an iconic name, I think it holds a lot of significance with the whole family and ESPECIALLY Wing.

One significant thing taken from this is that the last name being made up works so well with the family and how they came to be! Wu Zhang and Xiu Mei Chen never intended to start a family, they just happened to unfortunately be at the wrong place at the wrong time and needed to find safety. Fanchu could very easily just be a name made up on the spot by one of them (listen idk how practical that would be okay). Two characters come together to create a family that shouldn't exist, and the surname they use is one that doesn't exist!

Speaking of things that shouldn't exist, Wing was never meant to be born. If Project Overlord had gone as planned, he wouldn't have existed at all. Hell, it's very likely that his parents weren't even planning to have a kid (though you'd think these two geniuses would know about protection but hey whatever). Wing's birth was an accident, basically, in many ways.

So we have a kid who should've never existed, born into a last name that was likely completely made up! Symbolism, baby! Now yes, I could definitely be looking way too deep into this, but hey that's the fun of these books! It's not HIVE if there isn't an insignificant detail that's actually super interesting when you think too much about it.

Anyways that's all I can think about ATM when it comes to this topic but feel free to add on! I'm sure most of you know just how much I love this damn family and I am CRAVING content.

Okay anyways bye enjoy my rambling

[peachonified]

To The Setters I have loved

aaaaages ago I had this idea. We all know Kageyama is obsessed with setters, so I wanted to write his obsession. This isn't quite what I imagined (although I am very happy with it) so if inspiration strikes me I will revisit. But for now, enjoy Kageyamas letters to the The Setters I have loved.

(if you would prefer to read it on AO3, follow the link!)

To the Setters I have loved

Rating G

Ship: KageHina

Characters Kageyama, Hinata, Oikawa, Sugawara, Sawamura, Kenma, Kuroo, Atsumu, Akaashi,

Tags: post time skip, setters, admiration, background ships: akbk, krkn, daisuga Olympic team,

Summary: At Hinata’s urging, Kagayama lets some people know how he feels

~o~

“You should tell them how you feel.”

They’re lying in bed, where they’ve been for the last little while. Kageyama has been daydreaming about volleyball plays, and Hinata’s been on his phone. While Kageyama has no idea what Hinata is referring to, he’s pretty sure it’s not something he wants to do.

“Shut up.”

Of course it’s not enough. Hinata rolls over until he hits Kageyama’s back. Kageyama can feel the intense boring into the back of his shoulder. It would be off putting if he hadn’t been putting up with it for years.

“No! I mean it! You should tell them how you feel. You’ll feel better.”

Turning his head, Kagayama stares at him, and Hinata just sends him a delighted smile. “Okay, fair, what I mean is I will feel better cos you will stop talking about them in bed.”

Brow furrowed, Kageyama thinks back to the previous four hours with no talking. None. Zero. “I… talk about them?” This is a dumb conversation. He doesn’t talk, let alone about <i>them</i> and who even is <i>them</i>?

“You’re making this up,” he decides, only to be met with a pillow to the face.

“Just write the damn letters Bakayama.”

Oikawa

“Oikawa-se-san. Oikawa-san!”

And yeah, that voice is a blast from the past. He wasn’t expecting to run into Tobio like this. On the court yes, but running down the hallway calling his name? Absolutely not. And Oikawa’s moved on from it all, he really has. But it’s not like he doesn’t have a few unresolved issues from that time.

“Tobio-chan,” he says all smiles, only to have an envelope slammed into his hand.

“I hope you’ll accept my feelings,” he says seriously, before walking away.

While Oikawa prides himself on having a quick wit, what the fuck is he supposed to say to that? Ignoring the jeers and catcalls of his team, he opens the letter. It’s a card.

Dear Oikawa-san,

Hinata told me to write a letter, but there was too much space, so it’s a card instead. I hope you like it.

Flipping to the front it’s a cartoon loaf of bread giving a peace sign. He can’t help his ugly-snort. While he’s somewhat bewildered – this is what Tobio thinks of him? – he’s a little charmed.

I know we haven’t always got on, but I had to let you know that I have admired you since we were in middle school. That admiration only grew – your serve, your ability to lead your team, the way you can take total strangers and set for them with the greatest of ease. I always admired that. I always wanted to be like you. Did I ever tell you when I ran into Ushijima-san at Shiratorizawa I told him that I would surpass you. That was – and still is – my aim. were, and always have, been the pinnacle of setters to me.

My deepest respect,

Kageyama Tobio

“What’s that? A love letter?”  He gets a hearty slap on the back as his wing spiker walks past.

Although they don’t wait for an answer, he responds, “Yeah, I think so.”

Because it is, isn’t it? It is a love letter! Happily, he puts it in his pocket. He’s definitely showing that to Iwa-chan when he sees him.

Suga

It was caught up in a pile of letters, but Sugawara recognises the terrible handwriting. “He really hasn’t improved has he,” Daichi says, leaning over his shoulder.

Laughing, Suga swats him, but agrees. “He’s only got so much capacity and all of it goes on volleyball. I wonder what this is?”

Daichi stares at it for a moment. “It couldn’t be…”

“Couldn’t be what?” Not one to put off anything interesting, Suga rips it open.

Before he can pull out the card, Daichi’s arms tighten. “You don’t think that’s a wedding invitation, do you?”

Suga’s hands crumble the envelope. “It better not be, because if our kohais get married before us you’re in big trouble.”

Pulling out the card, Suga decides it’s probably not a wedding invitation. Hinata and Kageyama are weird, but the pineapple with sunglasses is probably not the flavour they’re going for.

Probably.

Dear Sugawara-senpai

“Aww he still calls me be senpai!”

“He’ll do that until the day he dies.”

I want to say thank you. When I came to Karasuno you were the setter – The Setter. You were a strong and steady presence, who the whole team trusted – me included. Even when you came on just for a few serves, the team lit up. When you stepped onto the court it was an inspiration.

Despite our positions, you mentored me, you supported me right from the start. Even though I came to Karasuno with a dark history, even though I was a setter who took over, you gave me a chance and trusted me. You were a real senpai and for that I can never thank you enough.

Yours very sincerely,

Kageyama Tobio

“Wow, he’s grown up. The kids have grown up, Suga!”

“Oh my god,” Sugawara’s voice is all choked but he can’t help it. “Look at his signature Daichi! It’s got a heart!”

3. Akaashi

He doesn’t get many personal letters. Occasionally a postcard from Bokuto, but to get a proper letter in the mail is something unusual. The writing is so terrible it’s probably a volleyballer, but other than that, Akaashi can’t even hazard a guess who it’s from.

Grabbing his letter knife, he slits the top and pulls open a card. It has some very nice owls on it. He can’t help but nod approvingly.

Dear Akaashi-san,

I’m not sure if you remember me, but my name is Kageyama Tobio

Akaashi puts the letter down and laughs. He has to. Who wouldn’t remember Kageyama Tobio. Who also plays professional volleyball. Who is also currently on the national team with his husband. For the second time. Good grief. Wiping the tears from his eyes, he picks up the card again.

I met you when I played with Karasuno, back in high school. I met you at a training camp in Tokyo, and from the start I admired your calm and collected nature. Even more than that, I wanted to model my behaviour off you

He snorts a laugh. Yes, there are a few similarities between Bokuto and Hinata.

I have even more admiration now that I have played with Bokuto-san. I don’t mean anything by this! Bokuto-san is very talented, and even helped me pick out this card.

Thank you for your time and best wishes,

Kageyama Tobio

Still such an awkward kid, he thinks fondly. While it’s true he and Kageyama didn’t have much to do with each other, Akaashi has received a play-by-play run down of anyone who has ever set for Bokuto, and of course he’s attended games where MSBY played the Adlers. He’d been an amazing since he was a teen and he’s even better. Bokuto is spoilt by the setters in his life.

Taking the card, Akaashi looks to the wall covered with all the volleyball accolades. Bokuto gets so many he’d put his foot down early on: one wall, and if it can’t fit on the wall it goes in a box. The wall is covered and every single one of them is important and special. Of course they are all for Bokuto, but the wall gets rearranged depending on how they feel. Right now Bokuto’s favourite is a signed copy of him with an adult actress, both showing off ample cleavage. She signed his and Bokuto has been laughing ever since. Akaashi’s current favourite is the thank you card from the school where Bokuto and Kuroo did some coaching.

Akaashi has nothing up there… but this card… Akaashi pins it over the adult actress. This way Bokuto will see his card when he goes to check out his own cleavage.

4. Kenma

“Mails in.”

For the first time perhaps ever, something lands on Kenma’s desk. It’s an envelope.

“What’s this?”

Kuroo sticks his head back in. “It’s a letter? Don’t tell me don’t know what a letter is? Back when we were young, people used to communicate by-“

“I know what a letter is,” Kenma says peevishly. “Why do I have one?”

“Open it and find out.”

Kenma does not want to do that. He is not a fan of surprises and everything about this is unexpected.

Who even has his address? He wonders as he rips it open.

Inside is a card. It’s got… a cat at a computer? Does this have some deeper meaning? He ponders a few moments before opening the card.

Dear Kenma-san,

Through you I learnt how a team is so much more than a setter.

Although I wish I could have asked you more questions, watching you I learnt a lot. If you ever would like to have a conversation, I would be more than happy.

Hinata wants to know if you liked the card.

Yours sincerely,

Kageyama Tobio

“So, what is it?”

“I’m not sure,” he says before offering to Kuroo. Who reads it and laughs.

“You want me to throw this out.”

Kenma reaches for it. “No,” he decides. And it’s not just because he likes the cats.

5, Atsumu

Kageyama hasn’t changed much since they were teens, Atsumu decides. He can feel the glare burning into the back of his neck, and he’s not sure what the problem is. <i>Kageyama</i> is the starting setter, not him so what’s the-

“Miya-san? Please take this-“

“Tobio-kun, it’s been years and you still – wait! Where are you going?”

Kageyama is somehow already around the corner. Shaking his head, he looks at his hands and it’s a letter? Why has Kageyama Tobio given him a letter? Ripping it open he pulls out a card that has onigiri on the cover. Did… did Kageyama think he was his brother?

Shrugging, he opens the card.

Dear Miya-san,

The first time you set for me, was a moment of joy. It felt like I could conquer the world, and I knew I wanted to make my spikers feel like that.

From the first game we played, you were nothing less than perfect. You think so fast. You move so beautifully. I was inspired. I am inspired.

There’s some scribbled-out words. Atsumu is pretty sure he can see Hinata’s name, and even though he can’t read it, he has a pretty good idea what he wanted to write. He remembers that game, pointing at Hinata telling him he’ll set for him. And he has, he thinks smugly. Atsumu is good. He knows his good. But he also knows that Kageyama is better. God, it’s frustrating, but Kageyama really is a good setter.

I am sorry about the card. Hinata chose a picture of twins, but I thought this was the better option,

Your teammate on the Japan National Team,

Kageyama Tobio

He laughs. Kageyama put it directly into his hand. Did he think Atsumu would think it was from someone else? Some other Kageyama? What a crazy kid. Reaching for his backpack, he zips it into a safe, inner pocket. He’ll show this to Samu. He’ll love the blast from the past.

Ahhhh! It’s annoying, but Kageyama Tobio, despite being a terrifying powerhouse is still a sweet kid. He’ll definitely save this.

+ 1 Hinata

“Well, how did it go?”

Kageyama glares at him, but Hinata can tell it’s half hearted.

“What do you mean? I posted three of them, and the other two I gave to them before leaving.”

“Whattt? You didn’t stay? But that’s the best bit!” He pauses. “No, that’s fine. I’ll go find out. I want to know what they say anyway.” It’s Hinata’s turn to glare. “I can’t believe you wouldn’t let me read them!”

“That’s because you would have laughed. Or rewritten them.”

“Not true,” he pouts, knowing full well it’s true. Still. He wants to know what’s in the letters. And the reactions. Oh well. He’ll find out in due course.

“Here.”

His hands come up automatically as something is shoved in his face. It’s an envelope. Kageyama looks utterly embarrassed and Hinata is here for it.

“Can I open it? Can I read it now? Are you going to run away?”

“Just open it, dumbass.”

Cheering, Hinata does that. It’s a cute little card, it’s got a heart and a rainbow. “You’re so cute, Tobio!” he teases, before he reads it and runs out of words.

I’d like to be your setter forever.

Will you marry me?

“Tobio!” he shrieks, throwing himself into Kageyama’s arms. He’s pretty sure he’s crying and shaking, but all he feels is steadiness of Tobio beneath him.

When he finally gets his breath back, Kageyama is looking at him soft, and uncertain.

“Is that a yes?”

He’s so stupid. Bakayama. <i>His</i> Bakayama.

“Yes, Tobio. That’s a yes.”

He’ll find out about the other cards tomorrow.

[elizabethrobertajones]

15 questions/Get to know me!

1. Are you named after anyone?

I'm named after both my grandmas :D My brother is not because in the same pattern he'd be Wally John and my parents recognised you don't do that to a kid

2. When was the last time you cried?

I'm a tough nut to crack tbh. I can't remember the order but last month the only 2 times I cried was 1: bitterly at the new David Attenborough program in the final episode because he filmed it before ALL THE GANNETS DIED OF BIRD FLU, LIKE, ALL OF THEM and that was unbearable. And 2: my mum and I saw Good streamed by the National Theatre in cinemas and the ending got me. Still viscerally haunts me actually. Which I guess it was supposed to do.

3. Do you have kids?

Only a Grogu toy and no plan to upgrade unless someone buys me the expensive animatronic baby :P

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Constantly IRL, I try and temper it online and use :P if I think I'm remotely in the ballpark of being read wrong if you take me seriously. (Unless you want to actually buy me a Grogu in which case I am not joking at all.)

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

None since school, where I was in no teams and only did PE very lacklustre-ly so I don't think that counts.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

vibes (like, their mood, aesthetic, how much they want to interact, what they're trying to convey about themselves, etc - I think I'm quite observant because if I check back in with others they often haven't seen as much as I did so I try not to be weird about it and never like, Sherlock Holmes people because that's extremely rude, but I think it's my writer eyes from having been writing and people watching for characters all my life :P)

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings, I am extremely soppy. Although I don't think all storytelling is boxed into "scary movie" or "happy ending" so I'm treating this like we're in Blockbuster and the two DVDs we are debating are a horror movie and a rom com or other genre with a guaranteed happy to ironic-happy ending simply by its cover and not anything more complicated XD

8. Any special talents?

Writing B)

9. Where were you born?

Swindon, UK (they haven't let me back in since)

10. What are your hobbies?

Knitting, sewing, gaming, watching TV with my family :')

11. Do you have any pets?

Alas no. See above, Grogu toy. I don't know if he counts as baby or pet.

12. How tall are you?

5'4"

13. Fave subject in school?

Philosophy, Science

14. Dream job?

Productive writer in a cottagecore writer aesthetic post with all the books and plants and nooks in a window and vellum notebooks, all that stuff.

15. Eye colour?

Grey!

Tagged by: @draculas-husband

Tagging: @windupsanson @cyborgthepoet @emcapi-ffxiv @blorbos-of-the-7th-dawn idk, anyone who wants to do it can say I sent them :P

[rulimaquina]

My Brother

Fandom: Star Wars.

Characters: Janek "Tank" Sunber. Luke Skywalker.

Ship: None.

Warnings: Mention of alcohol. Mention of guns.

Just a short character exploration of what I would have liked to see more of in the comics, since we only get mentions of it.

DO NOT TAG AS SHIP!

"We should go to Beggar's Canyon!"

Luke's tone alone is enough to warn them all that he's about to bounce off his seat with excitement, Janek plants one hand on the back of Luke's neck, firm but gentle. They're sharing a bench and he doesn't need Luke to shake it, especially not when Janek's been drinking and would appreciate some calmness– there's also Fixer on the other end of the bench, who has also been drinking, eating, and so happens to be known for having a weak stomach when he's got enough spotchka in him. But he shakes Luke a little, just to try and help get some of that energy out of him.

"That's not a bad idea," Biggs joins in. "We haven't tried flying there since last time Luke tried to get through the needle."

It soon becomes clear that the general consensus is they'll be going to Beggar's Canyon.

Janek let's out a deep whine. "Can't go," he laments. "Mama wants me home early. I'm supposed to be fixing vaporators right now, told her I could do it before it got too dark out later."

The front door swings open and every patron at Tosche Station is left staring out of instinct. In comes a man that needs no introduction, for on Tatooine, people don't need to know the name of a person as much as they need to know what they do for a living. This man, they all know, shoots people for a living.

"Who in here is Luke Skywalker?"

And of course, he's after Luke.

The bounty hunter moves between tables, daring people into looking him in the eye as one by one, heads begin to duck to avoid his gaze. By the time he reaches their table, only one of the boys is still looking at him.

Janek stands up. The bounty hunter is not short by any means and yet, Janek, being almost a whole foot taller, towers over him with ease. Especially when he makes a point of straightening his back and looking down at the armed man without tilting his head down.

"I am Luke Skywalker," he says. "What's your business with me?"

The atmosphere becomes somehow even tenser as the seconds drag on. What were the chances that the bounty hunter would fall for it? Were there even any chances that he would fall for it? It was hard to know with hunters because, while bounty hunters in general were a common sight on Tatooine, specific individuals came and went, faces changed all the time, as many ended up dead on the job or by each other's hand. This one didn't seem too convinced. He didn't seem much of anything, other than to be slowly growing more concerned for his own safety.

Either way, when Janek takes a step around the table to be closer, hand at his hip and already holding onto the handle of his blaster, the bounty hunter takes a step back. Many times, Luke and the others joked about how Tank was just too tall and bulky for the average Carbonite slab, how if he did anything that led to that– or more like if he ever got caught, someone would need to get a custom one to fit him. It seems they're not the only ones who think so.

"There's word you killed one of Graballa's men," the man says. "I've been tasked with informing you that there will be repercussions if you try to leave the planet."

Janek glances down at the man's blaster. "Just that?"

Another tense silence, only broken when the bounty hunter's gun returns to its holster. Janek doesn't take his hand off his own blaster. In fact, he digs deeper into the holster, making sure he has a good grip on it.

"Just that."

"The way you barged in could've fooled me– but, aight..." Janek manages a smile, but it's far from friendly. "Consider me informed."

They share a stiff nod and the man moves to leave. Janek doesn't take his eyes off him, follows him with just his gaze all the way through the Station and out the door, and continues to stare at the door even after the bounty hunter is well out of sight. It isn't until the other patrons resume their conversations around them, a little quieter and more cautious, that he turns his eyes away from the door to instead direct his glare at Luke– who was already sinking in his seat and staring up at him like a scolded Massiff before Janek's gaze even reached him. Janek needs no words to communicate what he wants to know:

Luke, what the fuck did you do?

[dreamyghostie]

Tag game!

Thank you, @caromitpunkt :) slowly coming back from some really heavy days, ill try to go ahead with this now ^^

1. Are you named after anyone?

tbh i dont know but i dont think i am. my second name has been passed down to me, though

2. When was the last time you cried?

yesterday, but from joy this time. :)

3. Do you have kids?

nope, and dont want any as far as i can think

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

if i know and trust people a reasonable amount, then yes. :D

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

i played football when i was very small and once almost scored a goal, but then i quit soon after that. ^^ also i did karate for some years as a teenager until i quit that as well. im not the sports type, but i enjoy some swimming and cycling when there is time for that, it just should still be fun and not too exhausting. :)

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

that depends on the occasion, i suppose. here on the internet i tend to get a quick grasp of the general character of someone, while out in the wild it is more the outward appearance and maybe the interactions with their environment which i notice first. im not really sure about that all though, as i tend to analyse everthing heavily including other people :D

7. What's your eyes colour?

brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings :)

9. Any special talents?

as i said above, i analyse everything. and im quite good at finding information even with not much given to start, so i suppose i could be a pretty good stalker if i wasnt so concerned about bothering other people (:

10. Where were you born?

right in post-industrial wasteland north rhine-westphalia. :D

11. What are your hobbies?

i wrote that somewhere on my about page, so ill just cite it from there ^^ "i like to be outside on walks, cycling or swimming, enjoy music, reading, cooking and baking, sometimes play video games. oh and i also run a japan-themed sideblog (fun fact: i actually have a scientific background in japanese studies)"

12. Do you have any pets?

no, but my family have and i see them sometimes. :)

13. How tall are you?

very tall. you can always message me to challenge if you think you are taller than me :D

14. Favorite subject in school?

none really, i started to like what i was studying when i finally left school to study what i like. ^^

15. Dream job?

now this is a difficult one, but id go with scientific researcher, somewhere in the field of environmental sociology, environmental studies or sth similar. but without all the distressing things about science and academia, id like to be a passionate environmental scientist living out my passion and interests while at the same time helping to make the world better, to put it like that. :)

No-pressure tags to, lets see ... @chronicleofwastedtime @dreamyberry @just-a-got-otaku @quiltedcottage @mrs-bingley take your time and only do this if you want, but id really like to read this if you do. 😊

[pathos-p]

"Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game" but i got tagged in it so i am gonna answer all of them 'cause theyre fun

questions by @/i-like-eyes

thanks for the tag @king-chook!! ^^

1. Art programs you have but don't use

i thiiink i have a license for clip studio paint that came with my old wacom tablet but i never rly used it. also used to have krita installed for the longest time but just always felt off to me idk why. don't currently have it installed anymore tho

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

to their right is a bit easier i think. not smth i consciously notice, mostly i'm just thinking abt when im doodling on the margins of stuff they usually are looking to the left of the page

3. What ideas come from when you were little

uhhh idk tbh, i dont think much of my art draws from that

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

cityscapes !!! i love cities they r so pretty and cool looking but goddamn theyre so hard to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

80-20? i post everything that i finish. basically the only stuff that doesnt get posted is sketches i give up on

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

hmmmm not that i can think of rn...

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

watercolour !! i've tried it a few times and Struggled but i love seeing ppl's work in it

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

so many animatics ..................... also many comic ideas ..................... i get so many ideas that i just never start on or start and only do a little before losing the hyperfocus/fixation and just Cannot continue them. it sucks

9. What are your file name conventions

usually the character name, maybe a bit of description of what theyre doing... idk not much of a convention to it

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

hmm i like jackets :)

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

yes, usually music. sometimes random youtube videos like stream highlights or video essays.

12. Easiest part of body to draw

uhhh hair? maybe idk. hard question bc it varied a lot depending on what kinda style and just. sometimes smth is hard in a particular drawing then easy later idk

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

i cant think of anything i will edit it in if i think of anyone

14. Any favorite motifs

in my drawings i dont feel like i use any much. mostly i pull motifs from whatever im doing fanart of lol. in music, i like religious motifs (but not like. ones abt christ or bible stories, rather heaven, hell, god/divinity, angels)

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

at home pretty much exclusively. in bed lol

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

idk i feel like the stuff im better at is the stuff i like bc i practice it more for fun lol

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

not usually

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

surprisingly little. mostly bc i do more digital art lol

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

weapons and nature. especially ice for nature

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

i cant think of anything ill add it if i do

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

i love rougher styles, like ones with a lot of visible brushstrokes and bold lines and shit. so cool. idk how to make it look good lol i dont have the confidence in my lines for it

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

none... probably i should change that

23. Do you use different layer modes

yeah, often i use a multiple layer for shading then a variety to colour adjust at the end

24. Do your references include stock images

sometimes

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

cant think of any

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

there was this poem i wrote about capitalism and how shit it is and someone thought it was abt interpersonal relationships/smth along the lines of a breakup. i rly didnt mind it tho i thought it was cool bc the emotion was not far off, the sense of betrayal and abandonment. just a very very different subject

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

no lol

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

i ran a zine (digital only) for the dimension 20 zine jam! and also made art+writing for others in that :D also was part of a polygon yt fanzine a while back

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

spider-man (not the MCU, mostly tasm and a few of the comics)

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated

IS IT BAD TO SAY A PIECE THAT GOT QUITE A BIT OF POSITIVE ATTENTION ?? maybe

i rly like the cj comic i did i am genuinely so goddamn happy with the result so . even tho it did very well by the standards for the fandom its for and my current follower base it is underrated

alternatively this one https://www.tumblr.com/pathos-p/704380503765221377/tridential-sovereignty?source=share bc it didnt get all that much attention on any social media site but i think its cool !!

(mostly only using recent ones bc i dont wanna dig back further esp onto my old twt acct, too much work lol)

[lasttree-garsennon]

I posted 3,979 times in 2022

That's 3,630 more posts than 2021!

144 posts created (4%)

3,835 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@parsnipt

@injuries-in-dust

@nitewrighter

@mujhe-rone-do

@a-really-hot-caterpillar

I tagged 405 of my posts in 2022

#oldie answers - 64 posts

#me - 22 posts

#me and who? - 11 posts

#struggles of oldie - 9 posts

#protect psy - 7 posts

#same - 6 posts

#purple my beloved - 6 posts

#protect sana - 4 posts

#the machine uprising - 4 posts

#good - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 123 characters

#uh no you can't you can get one for a bike that doesn't have gears but not for a car unless they recently changed the rules

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Orange

I want to get to know you too

26 notes - Posted November 20, 2022

#4

@mujhe-rone-do what THE FUCK are you doing up

29 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

#3

okay so like

first tehre was a lot of confusion abt which subjects we had

then somehow out of three two subjects students already got fixed and locked

so when the third subject teacher asked who wanted to do this one day before the festive vacation i raised my hand

and she picked everyone except for me and one other girl

she picked the girl sitting DIRECTLY NEXT TO ME and not me

nd im very good at SST btw i love social science and i get good grades in that out of 20 i got 19.5 last time so im validated too

and

i was like what no i am gonna do this

so i approached her and said "hi helo i wanna do this" and shes like "we have like 7 ppl already..." but i insisted so shes like "okay ill keep you as an extra" and drew a line under my name and put my name along with the other girl whom she had not picked lets call her s

so

then

she forgot (??) to put me in the gc in which they were discussing it

but she put s

lmao

and it was the vacaction and i dont have my own phone nor the teachers contact info

so i just. didnt know till after the holidays upon which i appraoched her and asked why i wasnt there and shes like oH oOPs or whatever and tells me i can help out if they need anything

so i went there but the kids just basically made me gvethem my statinary and then treated it like trash

and then disrespected me (whole diff incident) upon which i got mad and called a kid who had been dismissing me very much a problem and then i felt bad cuz i usually dont do shit like that like i just

dont say mean stuff back

but i did

anyway so

none of the kids, all of whom were in my class, reminded her i was supposed to be there too

idk if they forgot or what but s was literally next to me she knew she approached the teacher at the same time as me

so like. wow. after all my effort, after almost dying with the sleep deprivation and work load im just. forgettable. lmao

Do no harm but take no shit it's good you said some mean stuff to them and your teachers an idiot

Also you're not forgettable not to me

31 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#2

ahhghgdhgaha i very tired today but i lots of tasks to finish

ill just tell you what i have to do and then update you with how many i finished if thats okay; if it's not just ignore this ask

finish textbook russian revolution

friend 1's early christmas present readied

friend 2's ''

finish cover 1 of TMOD

finish chem homework

english entrepreneur assignment

of this i have done eactly one aka chem homework i got other tasks done which i didnt write down tho

It's okay if you only manage to finish Chen homework today I'm proud of you

63 notes - Posted November 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

HELO HELO how does one flirt with a cis boy

in theory i know how and usually i can but i have exactly 1.5 weeks to make this work and i need it to go well and hes a hyperactive adhd as FUCK bitch like me so we bOTH KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED AND LOW KEY AWKWAR CUZ WE DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO

HELP PLEASE HSKHDKS

Sorry kid you came to the wrong place

I know exactly nothing about flirting

Let alone het flirting

129 notes - Posted December 3, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[rriavian]

I was tagged in this ages and ages ago by @dream-of-the-bitchless and it's been waiting in my drafts from before I took a few weeks break away from tumblr (just checked and I was tagged in February!!). I don't always participate in tagging games, though I try to, but I'm so sorry for the late response!

My own get to know you game:

Who was your first fictional crush?:

I’m asexual, so I don’t really experience crushes? But I did watch The Mummy as a child and so had nearly the same experience as everyone else, except without the attraction part

What’s the first colour you think of when I tell you to think of a colour?:

Sunset orange :)

Which fanfiction emotionally scarred you and still makes you shudder to this day?:

Hmm, I am very good at noping out of a fic before then, because I’m not one for emotional scarring when I read unless it’s the sort I will think of fondly. But there is a Dragon Age fic that I try very hard not to think about, because the moment I noped out was a moment too late. (To be clear it wasn’t a bad fic, it just had something happen that was an absolute nope for me...which is usually the case when I decide I have to stop reading, because I know where that line is for me)

I’m coming to your house for dinner, non-negotiable, what are you making me?:

Erm! I am making you…hmm. Depends on if you have any dietary restrictions. I have allergies so I need to be very careful, and I’d probably also ask what your favourite meal was/what you felt like eating so I could make it for you

Do you prefer lions or kangaroos?:

Both can kill you relatively easily, so both have my respect. Though kangaroos are a bit more unhinged about it

Which fictional villain do you brush past the glaringly obvious issues for because you really like them?:

None! If I like a fictional villain I like them because of the glaringly obvious issues. Not all characters have to be good for you to like them, and liking them doesn’t have to be excusing the things they have done/the fact they are a villain

What would accompany your picture in the Burn Book in Mean Girls?:

I don’t think I’m interesting enough to have anything particularly striking next to my name. Maybe 'this person will sit reading a book in a pub and ignore you', because I have actually done this, and the book in question was The Fellowship of the Ring

How many days would you last in the universe of your favourite fandom?:

Oh, definitely 0—because Dream would sense me joining the collective unconscious of his universe and instantly judge me for all the fic I’ve been writing about him and drop kick me out of his universe. Or, even worse, appear before me with his head tilted mockingly, then smirk smugly and force me to listen to him read them all out loud

In which case I’d be the one drop kicking myself out of his universe out of sheer mortification

Have you heard of Mischief Theatre?:

Yes! Never been to one of their shows but have heard great things :)

Do you feel sorry for Medusa?:

Medusa would never care enough about what anyone else thought for my opinion of her to matter. And me feeling sorry for her wouldn't define her as inherently deserving of sympathy, or inherently not deserving of it

All jokes aside, this question does hinge on what version of her myth you go with, as I've heard quite a few. Overall I think that all characters are, in some ways, worthy of empathy or at least deserve an attempt to be understood, so I suppose my answer is yes

Which song makes you think of your OTP?:

I am a terrible shipper because I have no songs for my ships! Feel free to suggest some!

Which song makes you disassociate and daydream the fastest?:

Oh it changes depending on what song is currently stuck in my head! But anything that is fast enough to keep up with my thoughts and then disappear into the background while I daydream

[constantvigilante]

Tagged by @scarvenartist, thank you! :)

Are you named after anyone?

Nope! First and middle name are unrelated to anyone on either side of my family. I'm always a little amused by stories where people name everyone after their friends and fam - in my immediate family, there's just some middle names recycled.

When was the last time you cried?

Last night while watching the finale of The Seven (actual play D&D show). It was a rewatch but they all have such good character arcs.

Do you have kids?

I do not!

What sports do you play/have you played?

None regularly, I'm not sporty. I was on a softball team for maybe two practices before I got so self-conscious I couldn't stand it anymore. More the choir kid than anything else!

Do you use sarcasm?

I think most people do at least a little? I try not to as much as I used to, it's not a good mode for me to be in because it points very unkind. Which is a shame because I can be really funny when I'm unkind. ... I was about to say y'all don't even know, but I've had my moments of going hog wild on here like everyone else so I suppose you have an inkling.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

This always feels like such an odd question. It depends on the situation to an extent? I notice their outward appearance because that's what I can see? I notice whether they seem hostile because I am a prey animal? I notice whether they're looking at me, because I don't want to have a conversation?

Last week in dance a new gentleman showed up, and I swiftly catalogued his appearance (styled bleachy blond, blue eyes, healthy tan, not tall but graceful with appropriate dancer posture, mid 30s at least, denim shirt with half the buttons undone - WHY?) because I cannot be stopped, it's a disease. I also attempted to avoid eye contact and danced multiple times with the grandma regulars and never with him, because I am hopelessly awkward.

So basically I make a mental sketch to refer back to later. I love looking at people and noticing haircuts and things. (Last week in church an older lady had just tons of owl themed jewelery.)

What's your eye color?

Blue!

Scary movies or happy endings?

Aren't mutually exclusive but I hate scary movies regardless.

Any talents?

Nah not really.

(Writing, singing, irritation, devotion. Some baking!)

Where were you born?

California, home of my heart, love of my life

What are your hobbies?

Obsessing over my rabbit. English country dance. Writing (roleplaying), reading. Video games when I've the time.

Do you have any pets?

Toooooo many. Living with 6 cats, 2 dogs and a bunny.

How tall are you?

5'8ish

Favorite subject in school?

Englishy stuff, I liked reading and analyzing. Huge surprise I'm sure. And choir.

Dream job?

Part time working at an indie bookstore with a nice cafe next door. Around books but also time to read them without giving up the reat of my hours. Helping with events but not being totally harried and stressed over them. Building community and being part of something small, local and meaningful.

[freakosupreme]

15 questions, 15 mutuals

thank u @riddlercore for tagging me :)

are you named after anyone? — my given name yes and my chosen name kind of. mostly i just liked it because it was cowboy esque but also maybe perhaps a breaking bad character just slightly

when was the last time you cried? — ummmmmm i think when i watched portrait of a lady on fire lmao

do you have kids? — no and i Never Will uinless you count my current and future pets. 3 cats chica calvin and daisy and my weird crusty dog lucy :)

what sports do you play/have you played? — none ever !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

do you use sarcasm? — not really>?? sometimes its like "oh i have to u-turn thats so cool and awesome" and its like half a joke and half me trying to find a gentler way to say fuck i fucking hate u turns raarghgrhgrh

what’s the first thing you notice about people? — hair or outfit unless they are wearing a cool shirt then i will notice their cool shirt because i love cool shirt

what’s your eye color? — greygreenblue??? never been able to tell tbh i am going to look in the mirror right now. theyre like blue on trhe outside and green on the inside idfk

scary movies or happy endings? — i do love a scary movie but im very picky about scary movies so happy endings i suppose

any talents? — drawing (i think i am pretty good at color and also drawing weird animals and drawing in many different styles) and being cool and smart about science

where were you born? — southern california born n raised :)

what are your hobbies? — making art and reading and viddy games and lately ive been making a lot of t shirt designs

any pets? — calvin chica daisy and lucy :) i love my weird ratpigdog

how tall are you? — 5'6 or 5'7? idk

favorite subject in school? — stem stuff in general but obv i love anthropology and biology.. and anthropology and biology do like a steven universew fusion dance to make beautoful biological anthropology . i love art but i always hated taking art classes (Its The ADHD) also am taking geology currently and its like so hard but also very cool and awesome and overlaps with so many other subjects i like and were talking about volcanoes rn. whats better than that

dream job? — i loooooooooove the idea of both being a researcher or being a teacher, i would especially love to get to do primate cognition studies or any reasearch on the areas where bioanthro, cultural anthro, and neuroscience overlap but like when i tell someone about the science that im excited about and then THEY get excited about it too from what i told them about it?? like the most rewarding thing ever so i think i would like being a teacher and i think i would be good at it/.... also not necessarily a dream job but i do think it would be cool to work on anthropology documentaries bc i have so many pet peeves about anthro and nature documentaries that im always like i could do this so much better let me be the art director and trhe script writer and the consultant and let me make the documentrary.

i dont have 15 mutuals ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm @wingsmachina @saladthiefsimmy hi

[flamingo-writes]

Feel This Way — e.m.

Eddie Munson x Harrington!Reader (she/her pronouns)

The reader is Steve’s cousin. And also I have no clue how to name this, but I need to think of something because this might actually get a second part. let me know if you wish to be tagged in the second part!

A/N: i am currently procrastinating two fanfics. This was supposed to be a blurb but it turned out longer than expected. The other two fanfics I’m working on are also longer. So, keep an eye out for those…and pray for me to not keep procrastinating them 😭

Summary: You’re in town for the spring break and also need someone to sub in for your guitarist. You’re desperate, one day away from the gig when a kid you just met named Dustin tells you about him having a friend who plays the guitar. You’re more than pleasantly surprised to know that said friend is none other than Eddie Munson, a guy you went to high school with and somehow forgot he actually was very good at playing the guitar.

Warnings: cursing,

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: fluff, slow burn I guess? Strangers to friends to lovers? (That is if I keep writing the next part or parts for this)

Some people who might be interested: @emotionaldreamer @storiesthatneedtobewritten I hope you guys like this 🥺💕 thank you for hyping me up when it comes about this silly lil guy.

Dustin pushed the door open, growing oddly familiar with Family Video, Steve’s workplace. Normally the store was quiet, but this time he could hardly hear the doorbell jingling and instead heard Steve sighing dramatically loud, and someone else he didn’t quite recognize.

“Help me out here, Steve!” You cried out.

“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know anyone who plays the electric guitar!” Steve barked. “I took guitar classes until middle school and to be fair I only play the acoustic guitar, I don’t think I can be of much help” Steve’s voice died out with a heavy sigh as his eyes landed on Dustin. “Hey, man”

“Is everything alright?” Dustin asked softly, walking up to the front desk and looking at you.

“Henderson, this is my cousin,” Steve called your name softly as you looked at the boy standing next to you. “Cous, he’s Dustin”

“Hey,” You said in a confident tone, quickly getting over your frustrated demeanour.

“Hey,” Dustin said looking at you with intrigue, thinking you looked pretty cool and nothing like Steve.

Sure, while Steve was also a pretty cool guy himself, you two were on different ends of the spectrum. You looked like a rockstar, dark clothes that looked way too good on you, and had an intimidating, however, not scary, look on you.

“Is everything alright?” Dustin asked as you quickly broke from your cool character and fell over the desk, hitting the wood with your forehead.

“No! Nothing’s alright,” You sighed as Steve rolled his eyes and turned around, facing the computer.

“I can’t help you, I’m sorry” Steve said.

“What’s up?”

“Do you happen to know how to play the guitar? The electric one to be specific?”

“What?”

“She plays in a band, and needs a guitarist. I told her to cancel her gig but–”

“Steve! Last time we cancelled was because of my sister’s wedding! And guess what? That night this very cool producer went to The Hideout! We could’ve gotten a very cool chance to record a few singles and give it a shot!”

“Well I don’t play the guitar–”

“Fantastic,” You said sarcastically.

“I know someone who does,” Dustin added quickly, catching your attention.

“Who?”

“A friend, he plays D&D with me, and he has a band…His name is Eddie–"

“The Freak?” Steve interrupted with an annoyed tone.

“Munson?” You asked.

“You know him?” Dustin asked right after, looking at you puzzled.

“I forgot Munson played the guitar! Yes! He’s good! Do you happen to know where he is?”

“He’s either at Garett’s or at his place…I don’t know…” Dustin said, confused. “You know him?”

“You know how Eddie seems perpetually stuck in senior year?” Steve said with a cheeky grin, Dustin looking at him attentively. “She was in Eddie’s year. The original one…”

“He’s still stuck there?”

“Look, Eddie is smart, he just hates school and sucks at keeping up with homework…” Dustin interved, Steve rolled his eyes.

“No yeah, I know. He is a musician…and he plays D&D, you need brains for that…�� You added, as Steve rolled his eyes a second time.

“Yeah well, he’s repeating senior year for the 3rd time…” Steve sighed.

“I’ll go look for Eddie,” You said

“Wait, wait, is our plan still up for tomorrow?” Steve shouted as you pushed the door open and stepped out.

“Yes! Tomorrow ‘Shakes n Burgers’, 1pm!” You shouted.

“Well, she seems nice,”

“She lives in Indianapolis, but came here for the spring break…But to be fair she comes here every weekend because all of her bandmates live here…”

“Oh cool! She’s in a band then?”

“Yeah, and she’s pretty serious about it, she’s studying musical composition in college…” Steve explained.

As you drove first to Garett’s place, trying to make some memory, since the last time you went there, it was about 3 years ago, you went there to lend him some equipment. Although, the open garage door quickly gave it away as you spotted Eddie’s band, playing there. You recognized most of them from the brief time you shared all in High School.

The guys saw a small car parking in front of Garett’s house, specifically in front of Eddie’s van. They all looked puzzled, and one by one stopped playing. Either way, they’d been playing for a long while now.

As soon as you got out of your car and Jeff recognized you in the distance he looked at Eddie.

“Ed–” He purred.

“I know,” Eddie replied at once.

His heart skipped a beat in his chest. His damned high school crush was still there, latent, making his heart race in excitement, despite not seeing you in so long. Although, that was sort of a lie. He knew your band played every Saturday night at The Hideout and more often than not he went there, mostly to watch you play. God, he hated the intrusive thoughts he had every now and then that perhaps what he felt wasn’t actually a crush.

You were the cool girl, the rockstar, you were pretty and outgoing, and you played the bass and got along with everyone. You had good grades, and you managed to rock black band shirts with the cutest skirts and shorts, somehow looking girly while looking like the rockstar you were. The few instances you interacted with Eddie, you were incredibly nice with him. You bought weed from him a few times but most of the interactions were friendly bantering in the music classroom, sometimes going as far as helping each other out figure accords or lyrics out.

“Hey guys!” You said with a cheerful tone, the sound of your voice making Eddie swear his heart was going to jump out of his chest.

“Well, it’s good to see you around here again,” Eddie said, pulling off a confident smile, managing to conceal the rush of adrenaline going through his body.

“You know, Spring Break, my family lives here,” You chuckled suddenly feeling slightly shy. “How is Corroded Coffin doing?”

“Oh, you remember our name?” Garett chuckled.

“Of course I do guys! I went to a couple of your gigs before I moved away” You admitted.

All of the bad turned their gaze to Eddie, who tried very hard to keep himself collected and from blushing as he smirked.

“You’ve got good taste, princess” He said, feeling his black eyes staring right into yours, giving you chills.

“Well, you guys got talent…” You shrugged. “Speaking of which,” You begand swinging your weight on your toes. “I need the biggest favour I’ll ever ask of you, oh, Eddie The Great!” You said dramatically putting your hands together like a prayer and bowing before him. “Everything I just said was true, I was not just kissing your guys asses to ask for a favour”

“I was worried,” Eddie teased. “Tell me, what can I do for you?”

“We play tomorrow night at The Hideout, and our guitarist had a last minute thing and had to leave for Nashville. We could easily cancel, but last time we did, there happened to be this producer in Hawkins at the time, and we missed on this big opportunity because my dumb sister got married…”

“You want me to fill in for him?” Eddie asked.

“Would you? Please, I know it’s too much–”

“No, I’m in” He said, his smirk spreading across his face.

“Really?”

“Playing for a night with One Hundred Riots? What an honour!” Eddie said dramatically.

The way your smile spread across your cheeks and the spark in your eyes seemed to shine brighter than Gareth’s lamps made his own cheeks heat up. You squealed and jumped and hugged Eddie, thanking him over and over and over as he chuckled and hugged you back gently, one of his hands gently patting your head as all of his bandmates exchanged amused smirks and looked at Eddie with cheeky smiles and wiggly eyebrows.

“Thank you so much! I’ll never thank you enough, Eddie!” You said breaking the hug.

“What are we playing?” He purred.

“When you’re done with your rehearsal give me a call? I guess we’ll change the set list a bit, add some more covers than we normally do, and–”

“If you’re worried about your original songs, don’t be, I’m a quick learner and I can sight read, babe” He bragged nonchalantly, noticing your eyebrows raised and your gawk grew.

“Are you fo real?”

“Sure, why not?”

“God, Eddie, I could kiss you!” You groaned, making him finally blush bright red. “You better not be lying to look cooler, give me a call, or drop later to my place and your guitar and I can show you the songs we usually play…” You said as you started to walk backwards, leaving the garage, without looking away, as you noticed the blush on his face. “See you later, then?”

“Of course, sweetheart” He replied with a wide stupin grin. “I’ll drive directly to your place when we’re done…in about an hour?”

“Great! I-I’ll be waiting for you, then!” You said and finally turned on your heel and ran back to your car.

The band waited for your car to disappear in the distance before they started teasing Eddie, laughing and howling, as Eddie simply giggled like a little kid with rosy cheeks.

“Way to go tiger!”

“You basically got a date tonight with her!”

—

Eddie was more than excited when he drove to your place. Having being there a couple of times back when you were still in school and you teamed up for projects or you threw parties there. The house was big and fancy, of course. The Harringtons were rich families, both you and your cousin Steve were popular for coming from wealthy families, and it showed. His trailer looking insignificant next to your fancy house.

He got out of his van feeling slightly nervous as he carried his guitar on his back. He nervously rang the bell, and before he could even realize it, the door was opened by a man who was rather intimidating despite his clean and formal appereance. He even held some resemblance to Steve, and thought he was your dad. Thinking how you barely even resembled Steve, if it wasn’t for the fact that you two shared the same last name, Eddie would’ve never guessed you two were family.

“Hello,” Eddie said, suddenly feeling slightly nervous. “I’m here to see—“

“Ah, yes, yes…My daughter said you’d be coming over, come in…” He said and opened the door wider for Eddie to walk in.

The fact that your family not only was wealthy and known amongst Hawkins and yet, your father, as socialite as he looked, he seemingly didn’t have a single issue with his daughter being in a punk rock band. If he wasn’t wrong, your father was a doctor, and was even more surprised by the fact that he didn’t try to make a doctor out of you as well to preserve the doctor line. Although, Eddie was almost positive your older brother was already in med school in some fancy college.

“Sweetie!” Your father shouted on the stairs. “Your friend—“ He stopped and turned to Eddie. “What’s your name, son?” He asked,

“E-Edward, sir— Eddie, she’s more used to call me Eddie…” He replied nervously.

“Nice to meet you, Edward,” Your father replied calmly before turning back to the stairs.. “Your friend Eddie is here!”

Almost instantly Eddie heard a door open followed by rushed steps going to the stairs. “Eddie!” You said cheerfully and hopped down the stairs. “Thanks dad,”

“Sure. Dinner’s at 8. Edward, are you staying?”

“I think so?”

“Yeah, he is,”

“Alright. Have fun, please don’t stay playing until very late, be mindful of the neighbors…” Your father said and soon disappeared down the hall.

“He seems nice,”

“Oh, he’s behaving because we have guests, he usually frowns more and is colder…”

“Oh,”

“I don't complain though,” you said as you guided him to the garage. “Not the best dad, but not the worst either. He’s basically a robot…My uncle is the funny brother…”

“So that’s why Steve is like that?” Eddie smiled upon hearing the genuine giggle spurting from your lips.

“Exactly,” You said.

It was still relatively early when you showed him the setlist you had planned for tomorrow. A handful of covers he fortunately was familiar with, just needed to rehearse a couple of times, and you spent more time focusing on your band’s original songs. Eddie learned on that moment that you wrote the songs for your band, and actually played the piano, and most of your songs started on a piano before playing them on a guitar.

Time went way too fast for his liking, enjoying the intimate moment, the both of you playing, as you helped him, and complimented him over and over again over how quick he was to pick up on things and even learn the accord progression. His heart was in a continuous raced state, as you’d look at him and smile, or your hands would gently brush against his. The poor boy was absolutely smitten. The flattery, the way you laughed at his silly jokes, and the way it all looked so genuine. At that moment he decided, after tomorrow's gig, he was going to ask you out on a date for sure. He had to.

After dinner, and as your father requested, you stopped rehearsing with the amps in the garage and instead relocated yourselves in your room. Every once in a while the conversation would shift into something else and the both of you would remember good old times. The both of you sitting on your bed, Eddie had your acoustic guitar on his lap as you still held your bass. Facing each other, and knees gently bumping together, Eddie was close enough to notice the subtle and shy look on your eyes every time you met his stare and looked away.

Jesus Christ, you were cute. Eddie kept repeating himself that over and over again.

After losing track of time, the next thing you knew was that the clock on your wall said it was 3 am.

“Shit, it’s late,” You hissed softly.

“Wait, what?” Eddie said confused as he looked over at your wall and saw the clock. “When did that happen?”

“I’ve got no clue…”

“I should leave, you need to sleep…”

“Ye-yeah…” You sighed slightly disappointed. “He-hey, tomorrow, wanna keep rehearsing? The gig is until 8…” Eddie picked up on your shy tone and smirked softly.

“Sure, we can…meet up a few hours earlier…”

“Yeah…” You replied at once. “I’m gonna have lunch tomorrow with Steve. Shakes n Burgers, tomorrow at 1, if you want to tag along…And after that we can…I-I mean, if you don’t want to grab lunch with us that’s fine too, I’ll perhaps be back here by 3–“

“Milkshakes and burgers sounds good…They’re always a magnificent combination…”

“Oh. Right? Well then, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked.

“Sure. Thanks for dinner tonight”

“Thanks for subbing for our guitarist…”

Eddie looked at you with a tender smile, not wanting to turn around and leave. And especially since you too looked like you didn’t want him to leave. But it was late. You said your goodbyes, very reluctantly, as you shyly stared into each other. Before Eddie spun in his heel, you took a step forward and stood on your tip toes and managed to kiss his cheek.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” You purred as he looked at you with sparkly dreamy eyes and a wide smile.

“Goodnight, princess” He whispered with a dramatic bow before heading to his van.

He waited for you to go back into your house before driving away back to the trailer park. His heart beating fast in his chest as he could still feel the gentle and soft warmth of your lips on his skin. Now more sure and confident than ever that after tomorrow’s gig he was going to ask you out.

[jilliannotfound]

prepare for a long ask (i’m sorry)

my brain is very full so hear me out-

dream smp casino/mafia au-

now i was at first thinking Kinoko kingdom (karlnapity) are the owners of the casino cause yk Las Nevadas Quackity but then i remembered “Syndicate” (by Derivakat) which has a jazzy vibe and was like, what if the Syndicate was a mafia ‘family’ that ran a casino and reader is their star performer who starts off every night with a performance of “Syndicate”. reader’s performance is used to kinda establish the Syndicate’s power over the casino and to remind the patrons anything they do will be under the scrutiny of a mafia with literally two of the most renowned mafiosos’ (Philza whose reputation of traveling all over and taking down many a mafia family precedes him and Technoblade who has taken down mafia families singlehandedly) in the city, maybe even the entire country.

the Eggpire is like a rival mafia that is trying to take control over the city so it isn’t uncommon for them to try and infiltrate the Syndicate casino. so i was thinking, what if the people who are Pro-Omlette (but not in the Syndicate so Puffy, Foolish (since it’s not confirmed he’s part of the Syndicate), Awesamdude and Eret) are staff at the casino. they were each like a lone agent after their mafia family split up/they left and decided to join forces with the Syndicate to make sure the Eggpire didn’t gain total control of the city. Maybe Sam is a bodyguard stationed either outside the casino or manning security cameras switching with Puffy, Eret can be like a stage manager/backstage to aid the performers and make sure no one sneaks into the dressing rooms or the light control area backstage and Foolish is like a bartender keeping an eye out on the main floor of the casino for any activity.

Dream was the former head of the well-renowned Dream Team mafia family until the family split. he’s notorious for breaking apart mafia families before disappearing into the night and traveling to a new city. occasionally he’ll hire some aid but they never last long.

Ponk used to be an on-sight medic for the casino in cause of bar fights or performers getting injured on stage but after many rumors (later confirmed to be true) of him being a member of the Eggpire he was fired and not allowed to enter the premise of the casino again.

Kinoko Kingdom was a rival casino/mafia family to the Syndicate’s but they’ve decided to have a truce to make sure Dream and/or the Eggppire don’t take over their city. Their casinos have different vibes with the Syndicate’s being more of a hub for mafia and business activity with jazzy music on the constant and famous for civilized and tame yet very entertaining entertainment whilst Kinoko’s casino is like more of a rowdy type casino, famous for high stake bets, drinks with high alcohol content and lively music and entertainment that can be seen as a bit too glitzy and tacky. Like you go to Syndicate casino for a night of business deals and building yourself up to the top, the type of casino you would bring your boss to, whilst the Kinoko casino is the type of casino you go to let loss and risk it all with cheap entertainment and even cheaper booze. their truce works out because their casinos are so different that competition wouldn’t be worth the cash (and the Syndicate knows they can easily take on the Kinoko mafia in a fight but shhhh)

there’s multiple places a reader character could fight but as a primarily Technoblade simp at heart i had to put reader as a performer in the Syndicate casino-

~🦫Anon (if this title isn’t already taken-)

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖

DSMP x Reader (in-game)

Summary: Request

Warnings: None?

A/N: Okay… I have a few important things to say. First of all, this story is not completed. This request is so genuinely good and I have been trying to work on it for far too long and have had very little success. With that being said I still want to publish the small bit of this story that I’m proud of.

Second of all, I would like any other dsmp writers on this platform to feel free to take this request and perhaps do with it what I wasn’t able to. If you write this story, please tag me because I’d love to see what you do with it. You can also use this bit I have written and am sharing to start off your own version of the story (just give proper credit)!

With all of that out of the way, please enjoy!

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The Syndicate. One of the highest-end casinos in the country, and certainly the most powerful, being run by two of the best-known mafiosos.

Philza was best known for his travel, being able to track down anyone anywhere and take care of them.

Technoblade was easily the scariest man you could meet. He’d single-handedly taken down more mafia families at the age of 21 than most senior-aged mafiosos could even dream of.

It was rare to see either of the men in the casino, let alone to see them together, so when the pair came through the doors with power in their steps everyone knew something serious was in order.

They took their seats at the bar as Foolish prepared their drinks and Eret directed the casino's attention to the stage.

This performance was a nightly occurrence, the same jazzy tune came from the band's instruments as Y/N emerged from the curtain.

Hey, I'll tell you a little secret of mine

If you promise not to tell, if you have the time

Everyone has gotten you, always on the run

But if you join the Syndicate

Life could get a little more fun

It was the song of the casino, used to remind everyone just how much power it holds.

When all of the horses and all of the men

Won't learn from history, it's all the same in the end

I've told you once and I'll tell you again

The Syndicate is looking for a couple new friends

It reminds the patrons of the casino that no matter what they do, the Syndicate is always watching, studying each of them in hopes of finding some new friends.

Fight for freedom, fight to end the pain

Hey, this is serious, it's not just some little game

'Cause the anarchy's part of me, tyranny bothers me

End it all properly once and for all

They call us the villains 'cause they know we'll take the fall

The members of the Syndicate were a force to be reckoned with, composed of strong fighters and quick thinkers constantly working to take down anyone that dare stand in their way.

The Eggpire was their current concern. Run by a man named BadBoyHalo, the Eggpire was a whole other breed of mafiosos.

They preached about the Egg, whatever the hell that was supposed to be, and always wore a signature red color that made them easy to spot. Sometimes you could even swear there was a red glint in their eyes when talking about it.

After the incident with Ponk, their old medic that got caught up in the red whirlwind, the Syndicate became extra wary of the Eggpire, willing to do just about anything to take them down.

This is exactly why the two most powerful men were sitting together at the Syndicate’s bar with their eyes locked on the stage.

Fight for freedom, fight to end the pain

Hey, this is serious, it's not just some little game

'Cause the anarchy's part of me, tyranny bothers me

End it all properly once and for all

They call us the villains 'cause they know we'll take the fall

When all of the horses and all of the men

Won't learn from history, it's all the same in the end

I've told you once and I'll tell you again

The Syndicate is looking for a couple new friends

Oh, a couple new friends

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh no, no

You'll gain a couple new friends

As the jazzy instrumentals faded out, Eret poked his head out of the curtain on the side of the stage, gesturing for the resident singer to come backstage.

Y/N smiled at the audience and walked through the velvet barrier to be greeted by the deep-voiced brunette.

“Did you see who’s out there tonight?” They asked him.

“That's why I called you, they wanna see you.”

Y/N took a deep breath and headed out onto the main floor.

They’d been part of the Syndicate for most of their life and knew they weren’t in any danger near Techno and Phil, but the anxiety still pounded in their head as they approached the men.

Y/N sat on the stool next to Technoblade and the two turned their stools to face them.

“Lovely performance!” Phil praised

They shot him a kind smile and braced themself for the inevitable harsh news that would follow the attempted small talk.

“We need you to do something.” Techno said bluntly. “You know Las Nevadas?”

“Yeah, of course.”

It was another casino ran by Kinoko Kingdom, another mafia family. They used to be considered one of the biggest threats to the Syndicate because they had quite literally appeared overnight and nobody knew anything. Once the Eggpire popped up though, it was safest to become fast friends with the three men that ran Las Nevadas in hopes of strengthening their forces against the red abomination infecting families all over.

“We had a meeting with Quackity and he’s got a bad feeling about some guests that have been stopping by their area. It’s a shitty casino, we all know that, but he thinks it’s more than just some random troublemakers.”

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