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withleeknow · 1 year ago

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wishful thinking. (02)

chapter two: in plain sight

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

pairing: minho x f!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres: friends to lovers, friends with benefits au, college au; fluff, angst, smut warnings: cursing, drinking, suggestive content at the end, could've been edited more but oh well lol word count: 4.9k

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Damn baby, I'm a train wreck, too I lose my mind when it comes to you I take time with the ones I choose And I don't want to smile if it ain't from you

boyfriend - Ariana Grande ft. Social House

You end up not seeing Minho, nor any of your other friends, at all in the few days leading up to Yeonjun’s party.

True to your words, you were mostly holed up in your place, running on nothing but caffeine and sheer frustration, trying to finish your elective class’ final paper on the differences between the views of Greek philosophers. Time really flies when you wish it would slow down, because you could've used a couple more days to perfect the godforsaken thing.

You’ve been texting Minho though, and honestly, the man is practically a saint. You barely even talked about anything besides your stupid paper and your high maintenance perfectionist professor, and yet, he still listened to you yap away. He even offered to help you with your footnotes and citations, which you didn’t need, but the gesture was nice. If you had turned to Seungmin with your whining, he probably would've muted your notifications after three messages.

Regardless, all complaining aside, you did manage to pull through and finish the paper in the end, letting out a big sigh of relief the very second you clicked on the Send button on yours and your professor’s email thread just five minutes before the deadline.

Before you know it, it's already Saturday and Minho should be here any minute now so you two could go to the party. You’ve been working hard. You deserve to let a little loose tonight.

Even though a college party isn’t exactly your top choice of ways to wind down from stress, the mention of free and unlimited booze sure does sound alluring.

When your phone lights up with a simple i’m here from Minho, you quickly throw on a cardigan over a simple black camisole and denim shorts and check your makeup in the mirror one last time before heading downstairs. He texted you a couple hours ago, saying he had some stuff to pick up near your place and asking if you wanted to walk to Yeonjun’s together. You sent him back an enthusiastic yes!!! in a matter of seconds, because lord knows you’d rather not enter the front door of that house unaccompanied.

You opted for a simple fit tonight, mostly because you couldn’t be bothered to put on anything more decent only to go to the equivalent of a frat party.

“Hey, Min.” Your voice pulls him away from scrolling through his phone, diverting his attention to you instead.

“Hey,” he says, tucking the device into the pocket of his jeans. When he gives you a once-over, you do a little twirl for him, finishing off with an exaggerated kick of your foot at the end. “You look nice.”

“Just ‘nice’? I’m trying to get laid tonight. ‘Nice’ isn’t gonna cut it,” you joke.

He stares at you, a bashful expression befalling his features, the corner of his mouth lifted upward as he smiles in hubris. “You’re trying to get laid by whom?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “You tell me.”

He rolls his eyes affectionately before throwing an arm around your shoulders to pull you close. One of his hands musses up your hair that you spent twenty minutes trying to make look perfect, prompting you to poke him in the side so he would let go of you.

“Hey!” you scowl, smoothing over the strands that he flicked out of place. “I worked hard on that!”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, clearly amused by the temporarily sulky look on your face. “Didn’t want you to look too pretty. Can’t have all of the attention on you. Someone might try to steal you away from me.”

“Did it occur to you that maybe I want some attention tonight? I’ve been a hermit all week, I deserve a little something.”

“Is my attention not enough for you?”

You squint at him for a second. Then, you start walking in the direction of Yeonjun’s house without waiting for him. You hear Minho launch a laugh your way, and the scuffling of his shoes on the concrete pavement as he easily catches up with you in a few strides.

He leans down to whisper directly into your ear, making your cheeks heat up but you’re glad that they’re partially masked by the poorly lit street. “You know you never have to try.”

The walk to the party takes about fifteen minutes. When you’re rounding the street corner that leads to Yeonjun’s place, you can already hear the booming music coming from the biggest house on the block. Even from a distance, you can see people on the lawn and the two balconies on the second floor. You gotta give it to the guy - he sure knows how to throw a party.

The second you enter the premises, you’re almost taken aback by how crowded it actually is even though you expected this. A typical Yeonjun party.

You tug on Minho’s shirt, beckoning him to bend down so you could talk into his ear over the sounds of bad EDM and people basically having to scream in each other’s faces. “Are Hyunjin and the others here yet?” you ask.

“They got here right before us. I think they’re in-”

“Y/N!” The two of you whip around at the sound of a shrill voice calling out your name. Yeonjun practically shoves his way through the crowd of people when he spots you, bounding up to you and Minho with a bright grin on his face. “Glad you could make it!” he says, paying no mind to the man next to you at all. He eyes you up and down, shamelessly tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. “Damn, you look really good tonight.”

You give him a playful eye roll. Nonetheless, you still tell him, “Thanks.”

“You look that good to come to my party?”

You don’t mind at all the fact that Yeonjun is a natural flirt. That’s just a part of his personality, he’s inherently charming like that. It’s harmless and it doesn’t make you uncomfortable. Everything is all in good fun.

“Would you believe me if I said this is what I’d wear on a midnight convenience store run?”

“Ouch, you wound me.” Yeonjun says, holding a hand over his heart to emphasize his point. “C��mon, you can admit it.”

You open your mouth, a quick comeback about to be thrown his way but Minho chimes in from beside you.

“You should believe her,” he deadpans, stepping closer to you, one of his hands grazing your back. He's even standing straighter, with his chest all puffed out. “She even dresses like that when she takes out the trash.”

You turn to gasp at him before punching him right in the pec. “Hey!” Yeonjun is all but forgotten in a blink of an eye, because you have to defend your honor first.

“What? I’ve seen you do it wearing this exact same outfit.”

“Stop lying. It’s not true.”

“Isn’t it? I distinctly remember you wearing this when you went to take out the trash that night a couple of weeks ago while we were hanging out at your place.”

“Nuh uh. I didn’t take out the trash that night,” you protest, frowning. “I made you throw it out for me on your way-”

Yeonjun interrupts you with a chuckle, glancing between you and Minho as he gives your friend's shoulder an awkward pat. They share a look that you don’t quite understand. “Alright, duly noted. I’m gonna make myself scarce,” he says. “Help yourselves. Booze is in the kitchen!”

After you’ve finally squeezed your way into the kitchen that’s overflowing with people, you narrow your eyes at Minho. “What was that about?”

“What?” He scans the selection of liquor bottles on the kitchen island before asking you, “Rum and Coke?”

Your favorite.

You nod eagerly, momentarily distracted before you have to circle back to your question.

“What was all that back there with Yeonjun, Mr. Grumpy Cat?”

“What was what?” He pulls out two solo cups from a nearby stack, along with some napkins, and meticulously wipes the plastic cups even though they look pretty clean to you. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You raise a disbelieving eyebrow. He shrugs.

“I didn’t know you and Yeonjun were that close.” Minho seems casual as he tells you this, not looking at you as he fetches the necessary liquor and soda from the sea of glass and plastic bottles in front of you.

“We’re not. I’m kinda friends with him because Jess is friends with him.”

“Okay,” he acknowledges, though he doesn’t seem entirely pleased with… you don’t even know what. “I don’t like him. He’s loud.”

“That’s not a reason. Aren’t you friends with him too?”

You watch as he mixes your drinks, a sight you’re familiar with whenever you attend house parties together. He’s always your designated bartender.

One for you, one for him.

One part rum, two and a half parts coke.

“It is a reason. And ‘friends’ is a stretch,” he says, handing you your cup before he tends to his own. His has less liquor in it, because you both know you like yours stronger. “We’re acquaintances at best.”

“You’re loud too.”

“My brand of loud is different.”

“Is it?”

He gives you a look. An offended cat, if you’ve ever seen one.

“Well, Yeonjun’s not bad,” you tell him. You take a sip of the drink, then give him a subsequent thumbs-up. “He can be a bit much for some people, but I don’t really mind it.”

When he’s done, you both try to navigate the battlefield that is Yeonjun’s extremely cramped abode. You try to stay as close to him as possible, meaning away from the loud boys that are either trying to get shitfaced as quickly as possible, or trying to suck faces with any girl they could find as quickly as possible.

“Still. You don’t think the flirting was a bit much?”

Minho pulls you to him by your elbow when some guy - probably a little more than tipsy, judging by the unsteadiness of the legs that carry him - tries to bulldoze his way through the crowd behind you.

“He’s always like that. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s harmless.”

“If he asks you out, would you say yes?”

You blink at him in surprise, feeling like the question came out of nowhere. “What kind of question is that?”

“It’s just a question,” he says, then repeats himself. “So, if he asks you out, would you say yes?”

You let him guide you to a spot that’s more breathable, where people aren’t practically on top of each other trying to weave their way through. You think about it for a second, then realize that there isn’t much to think about. “No,” you say decisively.

Because it doesn’t make sense to envision you and Yeonjun together. You practically sit on two opposing ends of the same spectrum. People often say that opposites attract, but this isn’t one of those cases.

And… because you simply feel strange thinking about yourself and someone else. Like it's something you shouldn't do.

Minho gives you a hum in acknowledgment of your answer, which you barely catch over the loudness of the party. You do catch the hint of a smile that tugs at the corner of his lip though, before he cranes his neck to scan the room for any trace of your gang of thieves.

“If I didn’t know any better,” you run the words over in your head before you decide to utter them out loud. Like you told him just now, harmless, right? “I’d say you’re jealous of Yeonjun.”

He turns, stares at you for a moment with unreadable eyes.

“And what if I am?”

There’s something incredulous in the way you look at him. You think he would just wave you off or roll his eyes and move onto a new topic, not expecting him to fire back with a question you can’t really answer.

Or maybe he’s just playing along. You can’t tell.

“Am I that good in bed?” you chuckle, hoping he doesn’t notice the inkling of nervousness in your voice. “Did I do a number on you?”

He raises both eyebrows, pursing his lips as if in thought. Then, he answers, “Something like that.”

There’s a part of you that wants to dig deeper, to get him to say what he really means because there’s something in his eyes and there’s something in the way that his hand has moved to its designated place on the small of your back that makes your stomach roll with anticipation.

Once again, you don’t like that he keeps getting harder for you to read.

You try to think of words to say, of questions to ask, though you know this party isn’t the best place to voice them. “What d-”

“There you are!” Hyunjin pops up from behind Minho, practically jumping onto his back like a jumpscare ghost in a horror game, startling the both of you and almost making the grumpy cat spill his drink. Minho groans as he tries to shove his friend off, before sending Hyunjin a glare that makes the man bow his head in apology. He promptly drags you to where your friends are gathered on a big couch near the back of the room - Chan and his girlfriend Jess, Seungmin, Changbin, along with a distinct absence of a few more faces.

“Where are the others?” you ask, plopping down next to Changbin, followed suit by Minho.

“Jisung is stuck finishing a project,” Chan informs you. “And Jeongin is taking his girl to that new drive-in movie place.”

“They’re still in their honeymoon phase?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

“Ah yes, young love. Good for them.”

You catch up with everyone about your week, about their week; gossip about how much Yeonjun might’ve spent on this party and where his family’s downright insane wealth actually comes from, about Seungmin’s on-and-off situationship (which might be more interesting than all of the above).

Minho remains seated next to you the entire time you’re all drinking and laughing with each other. He keeps subtly touching you one way or another - a hand on your back because no one’s really noticing, a shoulder brushing yours, a thigh touching yours, a knee nudging your own every now and then.

It’s not until you finish your drink that Minho asks if you want another one, then stands up to head to the kitchen when you say Yes, please.

The second he’s out of earshot, Hyunjin jumps into action, motioning for everyone to huddle together, like he’s about to share classified information.

“Minho is seeing someone,” he says immediately.

“What?” Changbin asks. You hope he doesn’t notice the way your body immediately stiffens at the conversation’s sudden turn. You try to look as nonchalant and quiet as possible, as if this is just a talk about the weather, missing the way a pair of eyes flits to you outside of your peripheral vision.

Hyunjin purses his lips, before clarifying, “I went through his phone last week.”

“You went through his phone?” Chan frowns, shaking his head disapprovingly. “That’s not cool, dude.”

“He was in the bathroom and his phone was just sitting there unlocked. Then he got a text and I had to!” Hyunjin holds up his hands defensively. “Anyway, I don’t know if they’re dating or if they’re just fooling around, but there is someone! He’s simping hard.”

“How do you know that?” Seungmin chimes in. “Do you even know who it is?”

“I don’t know who it is. That’s what I need you guys to help me find out. There wasn’t a name name. He just calls her his-”

“What on earth are you guys doing?” Minho’s voice makes everyone disperse, leaning back into their respective seats like they were caught doing something they shouldn’t. He sits down beside you again, handing you your cup back. You give him an appreciative but awkward smile. “What is Hyunjin blabbing about this time?”

“Nothing!” Hyunjin practically squeaks. The poor guy can’t spin a little white lie to save his life. Then he has the audacity to look offended as he gapes, “Also, why did you automatically assume it was me?”

“Because it’s always you at the scene of the crime.”

“It happened one time! No, twice. It was only those two ti-!”

Seungmin cuts in flatly. “He said you’re whipped for a girl you’re seeing.”

Everyone stops to stare at Minho. Even you turn your head to look at him, trying to gauge how he’ll respond to this. It makes you a little guilty, seeing that you’re part of the secret too, and yet he has to shoulder the lies by himself.

Well, technically, there hasn’t been any lying involved up until now. Just a simple withholding of the truth.

His face hardens for a brief moment, and you think he lets it show on purpose - his way of telling Hyunjin that he’s annoyed - because Minho can put on a flawless poker face when he wants to. There’s a couple of seconds where he clenches his jaw before he relaxes, the sharpness of his features softening as he shrugs off the accusation. “I am most certainly not whipped for anyone,” he says. “It’s just a casual thing.”

“If it’s just casual, why were you being so secretive about it, huh?” Hyunjin prods.

“I wasn’t being secretive. I just didn’t think it was anybody’s business,” Minho answers coolly.

“We’re your best friends! I tell you guys everything.”

“You sure do. Even things I’d rather not hear about.”

Jess and Changbin burst into light laughter, and you chuckle along with them but you don’t really find it that funny. You’re just trying to blend into the background, be a fly on the wall and observe how things unfold. Minho has assured you that there’s nothing for you to worry about, that there’s no way they could find out about the secret, but still.

Hyunjin groans exasperatedly. The nosiest drama queen you know. “Seriously, who’s the girl? I’m dying of curiosity here!”

“Drop it.” Minho glares at him.

“Just give me a hint! Is it someone we know?”

“You haven’t eaten tissues in a while, have you?”

“Try me. I’m not scared of you anymore.”

“Hyunjin, I swear to-”

“Okay!” Chan claps his hands together suddenly. “Let’s just all agree that we are all entitled to our privacy and people can share whatever they want with whoever they want when they’re comfortable, yeah?”

Everyone nods in agreement, except for Hyunjin who narrows his eyes petulantly at Minho as if to say This isn’t over. No one wants to poke a disgruntled tiger, let alone about something he seems so disinterested in sharing. Minho has always been a notoriously private person, even with the rest of the group.

Changbin shuffles a new topic into the mix to move things along, which you aren’t very keen on contributing to at the moment. When no one seems to be looking, Minho places a hand on your knee, rubbing it soothingly as if he can sense the unease that you’re feeling. It makes you glance at him, though neither of you says anything. You just look at each other for a moment, then turn back to the group when someone calls your name.

Two hours and three rum and coke’s later, you were coming down from a good high when someone suggested ditching Yeonjun’s party to go to a club.

Normally, you would say no. You could only do one social event at a time, needing to recharge your metaphorical battery before you let yourself be dragged into the next one.

But you decided to make an exception for tonight.

Though, you promptly realized that it was probably a mistake.

You prefer the loudness of Yeonjun’s party than here. It’s loud and crowded, since it’s a Saturday night, and since it’s a club. The air is sticky and stuffy. The lights are perpetually blinding and headache-inducing. You’re not even on the dancefloor; you’re just hovering near the entrance and the bar, and there’s still barely any room to move. People keep trying to shove you out of their way, even with Minho attempting to act as your human shield.

You let your displeasure be known through a deep frown.

Minho catches onto your chagrin almost immediately. “What’s wrong?” he asks, leaning close to your ear to make sure you hear him over the music.

“Too many people,” you try to raise your voice so the booming noises don’t drown you out. “Can we go somewhere over there?”

He turns around, taps on Chan’s shoulder to get his attention before gesturing vaguely to that spot near the back that you just pointed out to him, presumably to let the others know that you’ll be wandering over there.

He takes your hand and leads the way. In the back, it’s still loud but less deafening than before, and much less crowded compared to the areas surrounding the dance floor.

“Better?” he asks.

You lean against the wall though you probably shouldn’t. The ick is apparent, but at this point in the night, you yourself are already feeling pretty gross anyway.

“A little bit,” you say. “Thanks.”

“You wanna go home? We can leave if you want.”

“Without saying goodbye?”

“Did you know that people who leave parties without saying goodbye save two days a year? It’s been researched.”

You rephrase your words so Minho would understand better. “Without Hyunjin’s permission?”

“Hyunjin has been pissing me off plenty all week. I can play my card for you.”

“What card?”

“The ‘I don’t give a fuck’ card.”

You tilt your head, clearly amused. “And how does that usually work out for you?”

“I don’t care how it works out because Hyunjin is not gonna do anything to me.” He shrugs. “Besides, I can always just throw him in the airfryer when he gets too annoying.”

This makes you laugh, recalling the exact moment Minho brought up the legendary instructions on how to cook Hyunjin.

“How violent,” you comment with a snort.

“He deserves it.”

“You know you still have a soft spot for him,” you say.

“I have a soft spot for you,” he replies.

“Now look who’s trying to get laid.”

He grins. “Could you blame me?”

Some drunk girls stumble into your space on their way to the bathroom, bumping into you, pushing you into Minho’s body where he instinctively puts a hand on your back to keep you steady. You glance up at him after the girls have safely arrived at the bathroom, only to find him already staring down at you. His back is turned toward where the lights are coming from and the angle shrouds his face in darkness, but you can still make out the stars twinkling in his eyes.

The sudden lack of space between your bodies makes your breath hitch.

“Are you still drunk?” he asks.

“No. Not really.” You don’t like the way your voice comes out small, vulnerable.

“I…” he starts, hesitating for a moment before he continues. His eyes flicker to your lips, and the breath that was previously caught in your throat further thickens. “Fuck, I really want to kiss you right now.”

For some reason, your heart leaps to your throat. It’s probably because of the remnants of alcohol refusing to leave your system, because how else would you explain the way your pulse quickens just from hearing those words coming from him?

He bites his lip, similar to how Yeonjun did it just a few hours ago, but seeing Minho do it is at least a hundred times more enticing.

You want him to kiss you too. You really do.

“What if the others see?” you protest meekly, but you’re already staring at his mouth, finding yourself gravitating toward him like he’s got you hypnotized.

“We’re all the way back here,” he tells you. “They won’t see anything.”

He leans closer until his lips are brushing yours. With a hand on your hip and the other on the back of your head, he meets your mouth in a soft kiss, which is a stark contrast to the upbeat and booming music blasting all around you. Some guy drunkenly gives you two a sleazy whistle, the sound coming from somewhere on your right, but neither of you pays it any attention.

Your hands come to clutch at the collar of his shirt like a lifeline. He’s never kissed you outside of the comfort of your bedroom before, let alone amidst a sea of people like this. It feels strange to be intimate with him in public, but at the same time, it excites you. There’s still a sense of anonymity because you’re camouflaged by the lights, masked by the darkness, hiding in plain sight.

The kiss gets more heated. He guides you a step back until you’re all pressed up against the wall, your hands tangling in his hair, tugging on it the way he likes that makes him groan against your mouth. He sucks on your bottom lip before shoving his tongue into your mouth, the wet muscle dancing with yours, making your knees buckle. It’s dizzying. It makes your head spin, and you don’t know if it’s because there’s still enough residual alcohol in your system to knock your world off its axis, or if it’s just him.

The hand previously on your hips sneaks underneath your shirt to rub at your bare skin. He gropes your breasts over the bralette you chose to wear tonight, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm, all the while slotting one of his legs between yours to help you grind on him. Your clothed cunt rolls over the denim of his jeans, and even though the friction is coarse and your movements are limited in this crowded space, the pleasure still sets your entire body alight. Minho spreads all over you like wildfire, and Minho consumes you like a hurricane.

You moan into his mouth when he rolls your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, over the flimsy material of your undergarment. “Min,” you whimper desperately. You don’t know if he can hear you over the obnoxiously loud sounds coming from the speakers littered all over the place, but he groans against your mouth regardless. Almost like the nickname is driving him crazy.

He pulls back just slightly, to let the both of you catch your breath. “Should we go back to yours?” he asks, eyes still focused on your mouth.

You nod eagerly. You know you must be wet as hell right now, and if you have to wait any longer, you will probably explode from frustration. You might just drag him into that disgusting bathroom over there and let him have his way with you, but you will definitely regret it afterward because it’s a bathroom in a nightclub. It’s beyond revolting.

He helps you smooth out your hair, gentle and tender. In turn, you wipe your lipstick smudges on his face. Instead of taking you by the hand like he did earlier, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and navigates the two of you through the crowd, shielding you from anyone who might bump into you. You lean into the touch; it’s just comforting.

As you make your way back to the group - or what’s left of the group at the moment - his hand drops to his side again. There’s an inkling of disappointment that blossoms in you, but it dissipates quickly when Hyunjin spots you and lights up. Him and Seungmin are at the bar, seemingly trying to get the bartender’s attention. Changbin is next to them, but he doesn’t seem to care about anything other than the girl he’s chatting with. You try to scan the crowd for Chan and Jess, and find them a couple minutes later, standing in a corner, pressed up against each other just like you and Minho moments ago.

“Where did you run off to?” Hyunjin asks. Clearly Chan was too preoccupied with his girlfriend to relay the information.

“It’s too loud in here, I was getting a headache,” you say, only half a lie. You know your face must still be flushed from your impromptu makeout session, but you hope your friend can’t see the rosy shade painting your skin under all the flashing lights. “Min and I just went back there to see if it was quieter.”

“Okay.” He seems to believe you. “We’re trying to get drinks! You want anything?”

“I think I’m gonna just go home. You guys stay and have fun though.”

Hyunjin looks at you like he’s so flabbergasted. “It’s not even 3AM yet!”

“Headache,” you say, pointing to your temple with an exaggeratedly pained expression on your face. “I’ll stay out all night with you next time.”

“But-!” The second he opens his mouth to protest, Minho cuts in sharply, his tone leaving no room for anyone to argue despite the gigantic pout on Hyunjin’s face.

“I’m gonna take her home and call it a night too,” he simply says.

Hyunjin groans, but he relents in the end, muttering to you something that sounds like “You owe me one,” when you go to hug him goodbye. Before you and Minho can reach the door, you hear your man child of a friend call after you two in his pterodactyl voice, “Don’t make Minho’s girl jealous!”

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thevoidstaredback · 7 months ago

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Phantom's Coffee

Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant Side Story

There is a lot that comes with being a ghost. Most of that is really cool superpowers. The unfortunate side effect with the whole being dead thing is that he doesn't have need for human functions or sustenance.

It had been a horrible thing to discover, really. The lack of constant need for sleep and food and drink was sometimes useful, but that came with the realization that nothing affected him.

At first, Danny and his team thought it was because he was dead. No blood flow, no working organs, no metabolism. This lead to a lot of experimentation. Drugs and alcohol had no effect, neither did poisons. He didn't get sick anymore, no matter what he did!

And then he realized that coffee didn't work.

Naturally distraught, Danny went straight to Frostbite to figure out what was going on. It's finals season, damnit! Coffee was gonna be the one thing to pull him through his studies!

"From what I can tell," the yeti explained, "your human functions have stopped. Quite the opposite, really."

Danny blinked. "But, I'm dead. Ghosts don't have working organs or stuff like that."

"Indeed, but you're only half dead."

"What difference does that make?"

Why did Frostbite now have charts, and where did they come from? "I can only guess, but when you died and brought back, the electricity jump started everything in your body. It essentially supercharged you. I can only assume that it'll die down in time to the point of non-function, but we can't know for sure."

"Wait," Danny's voice was nervous, "What does that mean?"

Frostbite took a minute to think over his words, looking for how to phrase what he wanted to say. "When you are alive, your heart beats slower than it did before your death, yes?"

"Yeah."

"That would be the effects of the ectoplasm that reanimated you. Your heart rate is slower, breathing takes a more conscious effort, your blood flow is slower, your organs are all working at half of what they used to." He took another moment of pause. "When you are dead, your heart beats faster than it did, breathing is faster, blood flow is faster, your organs are working at twice capacity."

Danny's breathing, now that he was very aware of it, picked up. "What- But that- What?!"

"With a high enough voltage, electricity kills. With a high enough concentration, ectoplasm reanimates."

"Reani- but I'm alive!"

"Indeed."

"But that doesn't make sense!"

"Doesn't it?"

"No!"

"Perhaps I should try a different phrasing." Frostbite said. "When you are Danny Fenton, you are more dead than alive in the sense that your body has been killed and not fully revived. When you are Danny Phantom, you are more alive than dead in the sense that your body was revived and not fully killed."

Danny was quiet for a moment. "Reanimated and revived aren't interchangeable, Frostbite."

"In some contexts', no. In others, they are."

"Are they here?"

A beat. "Yes."

Danny knew he was lying, but he didn't call him out on it. That was a crisis for another day, thank you very much.

So, higher metabolism for Danny Phantom, lower one for Danny Fenton. Great.

All crises pushed aside to freak out about never later, Danny's ew mission was to find out exactly how much caffeine would be required to give him the buzz of wakefulness that he was searching for.

Normally, the course of action would to be to measure how much e weighs and look up the maximum caffeine intake his body could handle. It was the first thing he tried, and it failed.

By the tried and true method of 'Fuck It, We Ball', Danny learned that he needs to have 35,000 milligrams of caffeine in a single sitting before any effect takes hold when he's drinking as Phantom.

The calculations running at a 5:1 ratio, caffeine milligrams to weight pounds, the lowest end on the scale of average weight of a small female elephant (3,175 kilos), multiplied by five gives him the 15,875 milligrams that would be enough to give him a low buzz and keep him awake for a few hours. That's enough to kill the elephants on the low end of the scale.

(Jazz vetoed any kind of caffeine that wasn't naturally occuring in chocolate when he's Danny Fenton. She said that he's already died once and that he doesn't need heart problems to kill him.)

(Danny calls bull, but he isn't willing to risk his sister's ire.)

Because he can't let finals get the best of him, Danny decided to take it a step further.

The highest end of the scale for the average weight of female elephants is 4,050 kilos, multiplied by the same five, gives 20,250 milligrams of caffeine.

Essentially, the lower end of the scale would give him the same effect as 99 (and a bit) 473 milliliter cans of Rockstar Energy Drinks in one sitting. The higher end of the scale would be 126 (and a bit) 473 milliliter cans of Rockstar Energy Drinks in one sitting.

All that was left to do, now that he has the maths for the desired effect figured out, was to mix that in his favorite drink: A Red Eye.

Truly an abomination for the ages.

After way too much brain power, Phantom's completed coffee order looks like this:

A large Red Eye with 20,250 mg of caffeine

2 tablespoons of cinnamon

1 tablespoon of honey

1/8 cup of chocolate syrup

and 3 mint leaves or 1 teaspoon of mint extract

(he added 4 shots of vodka when he turned 21)

Danny is gonna kick his finals' ass, and be hyped up on caffeine while doing it!

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diagonal-queen · 1 year ago

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hello can i request dazai, kunikida, and fyodor with an insomniac s/o who's really tired after a busy day but can't seem to fall asleep no matter what and gets frustrated bc of it

"Can't sleep?"

♡ pairing: Dazai Osamu, Doppo Kunikida, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do they help their S/O with insomnia get to sleep?

♡ cw: Reader is an insomniac (I genuinely don't know how that would manifest itself as a trigger but hey! I'm just one person in a sheltered world. Stay safe everyone <3), probably super inaccurate because I myself am not an insomniac and don't really know everything about it, Dazai horny, mentions of taking medication, mentions of alcohol, swearing

note: I feel like garbage cus my writing takes forever and I feel like I'm letting y'all down for taking so long with reqs, but I don't know what to do to fix itttttttt. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Dazai:

Well reader. You're lucky you cuffed yourself a night owl

He'll help you calm down from your frustration and tell you that it's fully normal. Everyone has trouble falling asleep, and you just haven't figured out an effective routine yet. He doesn't really know what he's talking about but if it makes you feel better then meh

His first suggestion would probably be sex, to tire you out. Even better if you go for multiple rounds just to be sure~

Yeah right Dazai, like anyone's gonna wanna fuck every single work night (besides him lmao). Safe to say, the idea is thrown out pretty quickly

He'll throw some similar ideas around (not necessarily sexual but certainly 'if they're tired out then they'll fall asleep faster') but those are all just temporary solutions, so he gives up quickly. What else did you expect from him?

He might also suggest drinking yourself to sleep since alcohol is a depressant and makes you tired. You have to remind him that excessive drinking is actually not good for you and should NOT be used as a substitute for sleep meds

He reckons that it's best for you two to let sleep overtake you naturally, and so you may as well just stay up for now.

From then on Dazai treats every single night like a sleepover. He'll wanna watch movies, eat snacks, and talk all night even if it's a work night and you absolutely shouldn't do that

If you want, he's happy to do something more chill like cuddling while sharing a pair of earphones playing mellow music

Whatever it is that the pair of you decide to do, he'll likely find that it helps him just as much, maybe even more, than it helps you. And he's grateful for that

Kunikida:

I feel like Kunikida also has at least mild insomnia, so he knows just how you feel and is right there to help you out

He's got it all ready. Fans/blankets to balance out the room's temperature, a warm drink (milk, tea, whatever you prefer), basically all the stuff Google would suggest

He would do all of that stuff alongside you even if he's already tired enough to fall asleep on his own because he understands the struggle. He doesn't give up until you're asleep and honestly get you a man who would also do that

He also discourages you from things like caffeine before bed or napping during the day to help you get more sleep at night

He'd make a whole new bedtime routine for the two of you and adjust it based on what works, it'd be like a whole thing that he takes super seriously

He'd suggest reading before bed and recommend/lend you books that he likes, and also read to you if you really pleaded for it. He really enjoys reading and he would be thrilled if the pair of you had a little thing you did together <3

If they don't give any side effects/react poorly with any meds you may already take then he would also give you some of his sleeping pills (because let's be real he's fully stocked with them. this man)

Kunikida would let you cuddle him in your sleep whether or not he likes it or it makes him sweat, because let's face it you need the sleep and he needs the physical touch. It's basically a win-win

He gives you permission to wake him up if you can't sleep and need his help, or if you want company in your waking time.

He honestly does whatever it takes to help you because he cares so much about you. Perfect man fr

Fyodor:

Bold of you to assume that Fyodor sleeps. Like ever. He's too busy being evil or something

When he learns that you're an insomniac he's fully willing to let you stay up late with him while he's working if you're in need of company. He doesn't care whether you're just on your phone or reading a book or whatever

If you ask him he'll also let you sit in his lap and cuddle him (as long as you don't bother him- if you do he's sending you right to bed)

Fyodor knows that calming music is a good way to help people sleep, so if you're down he'd be willing to play something mellow and soft on his cello for you

He probably wouldn't admit it but he kinda likes that you find it hard to get to sleep since it gives him an excuse to spend more time with you

But if you really do wanna get to bed then he'll have some tea made for you and he'll read to you. His voice is very relaxing and nice to fall asleep to and he kinda knows it (he's smug about it too because he's a bastard)

If you find that you actually sleep better in his presence then he's more than happy to move a couch into his office and let you sleep there.

He's also happy to forfeit (SOME) work so he can come to bed earlier and help you sleep. And he's also happy to cuddle you because you're warm

Fyodor will basically just help you get to sleep with methods that he uses to get himself to sleep because it's the only way he knows how. Even if it doesn't work please give him credit for trying because he really is trying super hard T-T

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl, @kokoenjiandco

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strikexlightning · 11 days ago

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Ryan Howard x Male Reader

notes: this might not be show timeline accurate, I'm not even gonna lie :'), it's supposed to take place in season 6, I had the wiki open the whole time so hopefully it's at least passable, also sorry if the characters are ooc a little, I'm still in the process of rewatching the show.

cws: mention of ryan being into pain, fucking at work, they don't use lube

Your head falls into your hands, overwhelmed by whatever bullshit Jim was doing to Dwight today. Sometimes you found it funny, but on days like today, it made you question why you accepted the accounting position all those years ago. You at least wished you could work in the annex, or in that cozy little closet Jim put Ryan in.

You push back your chair, getting up and walking into the kitchen, deciding to get more coffee because you couldn't possibly think of going back into that area of the office without any sort of caffeine.

“Hey.” Someone behind you says. It makes you jump and almost spill scalding hot coffee all over your hand, and you turn, wondering how you didn't hear anyone walk in before you remember Ryan's “office” is directly behind you.

You give him a little nod in return, not in the mood for listening to his pretentious bullshit. The last time you came into the kitchen, the closet door was open and he made you look at the…interesting pictures he's been taking, trying to be artsy. He literally made you stand there for 30 minutes straight while the phone on your desk rang.

As he looks through the fridge, it's clear he's just pretending, using it to hide the fact that he keeps glancing over at you, trying to see if you acknowledge his presence. As you finish up making your coffee, he shuts the fridge, realizing it's not gonna work.

He passes behind you, leaning against the counter as you clean up the small amount of coffee you spilled. He's too close, his elbow almost touching yours.

“Got any plans after work?” He asks, and you shrug.

“I think everyone's planning on going out for drinks.” You answer, taking a sip from the mug. You weren't really interested in talking to him but you didn't want to be rude.

“Well I was asking about you specifically…silly.” He says, with a weird, awkward laugh. He added the “silly” at the end in a way that made it sound like he was debating on whether or not to say that, and you can tell he instantly regrets saying it as he awkwardly glances towards the film crew when you don't respond and then retreats back to his closet, shutting the door.

You squint at the door before slowly walking back to your desk, Dwight now back in his seat and Jim nowhere to be found. You work for a little bit before you start to get bored, switching tabs to a random game. When lunch comes, a few people leave together, leaving the break room empty because the few people still there were up to other things. You didn't really care, all you heard was ‘empty room all to yourself’.

You grab your food and get comfortable, being the only one in there. You read as you eat, some random fantasy book you had picked up somewhere. It was peaceful, without any shenanigans, no camera crew because they were off filming the interesting stuff.

And you jinxed it, because the second you start to enjoy your lunch, Ryan himself comes striding in, straight towards you. You didn't know exactly why you disliked him so much. He wasn't really that horrible to you, though he did kind of suck, and you didn't really care much about the others’ to hate him for any personal reasons. Part of you wondered if it was some kind of sexual frustration, because he was kind of hot and clearly didn't have anything against sleeping with coworkers. Maybe it was the sex dreams you had of him when he was VP, you just really wanted to put that man in his place, but he kind of did it to himself when he got arrested so after that the dreams kind of just stopped.

The fact that you found him sexually attractive freaked you out, not because he was a guy, but because it was Ryan of all people. The last thing he needed was another ego boost.

He stands in front of the table you're sitting at, staring at you until you look up at him. He sits next to you, getting comfortable and once again, way too close. He's practically on top of you, his hand squeezing your arm tightly, probably so you can't get up and leave.

“Listen, man. I found this new…business venture, let's say. I figured you'd be interested.” His voice is a low whisper, like he's telling you some mystical secret or something, and he stares at you expectantly.

You have literally no idea what the fuck he's talking about.

You stare back at him, a confused look taking over your face. “...you’re not doing coke again, are you?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. I just think you and I should…discuss…business strategies. After work. Tonight.”

You're pretty sure he's just trying to fuck you and can't come up with a better reason to get you alone other than straight out asking. You're not completely opposed, so you shrug.

“Sure, I guess.” You glance over and see someone from the camera crew recording you through the window from outside of the door. There goes your undisturbed lunch break.

He grins, letting go of your arm and patting your back, his hand lingering for a little bit. “Sweet.”

You nod in response, not knowing what to say. Now that you're aware of what he's doing, it just makes it weirder that he's doing that rather than coming right out and saying it. You saw how he was with women usually, so you figured he just didn't know how to flirt with men.

He stands back up and stops in his place when he sees the crew filming the both of you, and then he continues to leave. You can see him saying something to them, but you can't hear it. You sigh when you check the clock, realizing your lunch is over and you barely got through the first ten pages of the book. You retreat back to your desk, finishing out the rest of the day playing computer games and avoiding doing actual work.

When it's time to leave, you grab your jacket, relieved that the day was over. You were actually intrigued to see where Ryan was going with his horrible attempt at asking you to come over. You knew it was some kind of sexual advance just by how see through he is to you, but you didn't exactly know how it would play out and it was a little exciting.

“Are you coming to the bar with us?” Meridith asks you as she comes up next to you. You shake your head.

“No, I'm…going straight home. Gonna get some rest. You have fun though.” You respond in a suspicious manner. Luckily she doesn't care and says goodbye to you before leaving with everyone else.

You see Ryan out of the corner of your eye, and you turn your head, not expecting him to be staring directly at you as Michael is trying to talk to him. Michael sees that Ryan is looking in your direction and he waves you over. You give him a small smile as you walk over.

“I was just telling Ryan about that new Mexican restaurant that just opened, we should check it out one of these days. You know, just us three guys. Hangin’ out.” Michael tells you. He seems really excited at the idea of that so you nod along, not wanting to decline.

But Ryan isn't even paying attention, eyes still locked on you. He's basically just eyefucking you, running down your body and back up to your face. He doesn't look away when you stare back at him. The two of you stay locked in a sexually charged staring contest, and neither of you notice when Michael realizes you aren't paying attention to him and leaves.

You make the first move, lightly pushing him against Jim's desk, to which he leans back immediately. That one action seems to awaken both of your urges, urges that were held back for the sake of being professional. He pushes a few things out of the way to fully get onto the desk, pulling you closer by your tie as your hands fall to his waist.

He presses his lips to yours in a heated kiss, letting you get in between his legs as he holds a hand in your hair and the other gripping your arm tightly. You unbutton his shirt and loosen his tie, hands grabbing at his waist and torso underneath his shirt. He wraps his legs around your waist, pulling you even closer as you make out while he bucks his hips up against you, moaning into your mouth. He pulls away, hands unbuttoning your shirt and then sliding down to your belt.

“I've always wanted to do it here.” He says, his face slightly flushed as he catches his breath.

“Why?” You ask. It didn't surprise you that he wanted to though.

Ryan shrugs as he gets your belt off. You do the same for him and he ruts his hips against you again, groaning softly.

“It's one thing you're not supposed to do, obviously I'd want to do it.”

You make a short humming sound to acknowledge what he said as you grab his hips again, grinding your clothed erection against his, straining against his pants. He moans, looking up at you with the most desperate look you've ever seen from him.

You lean forward, lips brushing against the man's neck. He lets out a soft sigh, moving his head to give you access to his neck. You kiss down to his shoulder before biting down, pulling a moan from him. One of your hands comes up to the back of his head, tangling itself in his hair as you kiss and suck at his neck and shoulder, trying not to make marks in spots that could be easily seen.

“Fuck..you can do them wherever, I don't care if people see.” He says, his voice breathy.

You raise a curious eyebrow and then move upwards, your hand sliding up to the side of his head and pulling it to the side more, which he softly moans at. You leave a mark in a very visible spot before you can tell Ryan is getting impatient.

Your fingers loop around the waist of his pants and you pull them and his underwear down, his painfully hard cock springing out. You do the same for yourself, your dick against his thigh. He stares down at it, biting down on his bottom lip. You stop what you're doing and he looks up at you.

“We don't have lube. Unless you have some.” You say. He looks off towards where the closet is, thinking for a minute.

“There's some in my desk.” He responds, but he grabs your arm to stop you from going to get it. “Just leave it, it's fine.”

You raise an eyebrow again. “Are you sure? It'll hurt.”

He looks away from you, grip on you loosening and moving to rub at his eye. “I don't, uh. I don't mind.”

You instantly understand and you even laugh slightly. You wrap a hand around the base of his dick, rock hard and dripping. It throbs when you slowly start to move your hand, pumping it up and down a few times. Ryan bucks his hips into your hand, letting out breathy, desperate moans.

You lift your other hand, spitting into it and wrapping it around your cock. Moving to hold his thigh, you guide yourself into him, making him suck in a sharp breath. He presses a hand to his forehead, and once you're fully in, he releases a high pitched moan. You're about to comment on it but decided against it, slowly starting to thrust in and out.

Ryan's eyes are shut tight, his mouth open as breathy high pitched moans escape him every time you push back in. You start to speed up, your hold on his hips getting tighter as you groan. One of his arms reaches out behind him, looking for something to grab onto and knocking over a cup of pencils and pens in the process. He grabs onto the edge of the desk, the whole thing rocking with you, things falling over and being knocked onto the floor.

You dig your nails into the man's skin, and his head falls back as he cums, landing on his chest and stomach. His cock twitches from the sensitivity when you only speed up more, pounding into him. He moans loudly, not caring if there's anyone still in the vicinity.

His legs squeeze tighter around you as he loudly begs you not to pull out with a lot of expletives. You groan out a “fuck” and bury yourself in him, releasing your load and riding out your high before slowing to a stop.

You both are silent while trying to catch your breath. Eventually, you pull out slowly, and back up, letting Ryan hop off the desk. He stumbles a little bit, his legs weak underneath him. He pulls his pants back up.

“I'm gonna go clean up, I'll be back.” He says, going off to the bathroom. You readjust your clothes, buttoning your shirt back up, and tying your tie back on the right way.

You try your best to fix Jim's desk, picking up all the stuff you knocked over and hoping he doesn't notice something is off. While you wait for Ryan, you think about the fact that you had sex with a coworker. In the place you work at. On top of your other coworkers desk.

You kind of understand why Ryan wanted to now, it was fun.

He comes back out, tie still loose and the top few buttons of his shirt undone, but his hair is fixed and he's less flushed. The two of you walk outside, walking past a few cleaners you did not know were in the building yet. Some of the camera crew are standing outside when you walk out the door and you almost jump. You and Ryan are silent before awkwardly going your separate ways to separate cars, the cameraman zooming into Ryan's marked up neck.

They had a lot of interesting questions to ask on Monday.

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happysaddca · 30 days ago

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Some notes.

First, thank you @overly-dramatic-artist for letting me borrow Cassandra. I hope I didn't write her totally OOC. As I was telling @wyervan, I actually have a tarot tattoo of the major arcana that resonates the most with me (the hermit), so this was really fun.

That said there's no beta. And there's gonna be tarot notes at the bottom because I pulled out my watercolor Linestrider deck to do an actual reading for Ellis and I wanna discuss my choice in interpretation.

I'm not writing in chronological order but this definitely takes place a couple months before this fic from yesterday (there's a TW for violence against animals on it. I promise no animals are seriously harmed).

Oh and @authormeat Merlin mention. I just kinda made up Mer's coffee order without asking sorry. v.v;

“Morning Knapp. Usual order for the arcade?”

Ellis isn’t even fully inside yet, struggling with stomping off the excess snow from their boots. They wave off Cassandra’s greeting, pulling their glasses off to clean as the door slams shut. “Add a black coffee, lots of sugar. Merlin’s in today.”

Coffee runs are not Ellis’s favorite thing to do, but as the resident floater and go-for, and with the recent cold snap, this has become a daily routine. And it’s not all bad, they have to admit. They don’t drink coffee, but Cassandra feeds them scones in exchange for shoveling and salting the sidewalk.

Cassandra’s working now on the order, giving Ellis time to free themselves of some of the excess layers. “Your sidewalk stayed clear overnight?”

“I don’t think it snowed last night.” Cassandra’s got one of the bigger machines going for Sun’s espresso, whatever that was. Ellis leans against the counter to watch Cassandra fill a hand grinder and set up a glass container—a French press, they vaguely remember. For Merlin’s coffee maybe? Or Moon. They can’t keep track. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you with something? I know some of our coffees are more sugar than bean. You might actually like it.”

“No thank you, at all. I don’t want to turn into Sun.” Cassandra laughs and Ellis hides a smile in the collar of their coat. They like making people laugh.

And they like watching Cassandra work. She reminds them a lot of the people Gertrude hung around: big earrings that catch the hairs not caught up and contained with the wavy plastic hairband or giant clip. It’s early enough to still be cool in the cafe, so Ellis pushes away from the counter when Cassandra finishes prepping the machine and turns to them.

“If I can’t tempt you with coffee, what about a reading?” Ellis turns to look out the window at the street, stuffing their hands back in their coat. “Oh come on. What is it this time? Don’t believe in the power of tarot?”

“Don’t fuck with that shit.” Ellis mumbles it more to themself than addressing Cassandra, and they can feel their face go hot. “I live in a tiny bus. If I invite demons in, I’ll never know peace. Hell, Moon already takes over my bed half the time.”

“Does he really?” Another laugh, a giggle really, but when Ellis glances Cassandra’s way, her grin is far, far too bright. Cassandra has the good grace to look away until her expression smoothes out. “Is my coffee not strong enough for him?”

“I’m not sure it affects him or Sun really. Pretty sure they got that stuff where caffeine just doesn’t get absorbed, you know? The ADD shit.” It’s gossip, but it’s not about them, so Ellis is okay with it. They return to the counter when there’s a hiss of steam. “What’re you doing?”

“Somebody didn’t clean the espresso machine properly last night and I only just realized.” Cassandra pulls a something out and makes a face. “Spoiled milk. I’m gonna have to flush the system. It’ll take a few minutes.”

Silence, other than Cassandra grabbing a pitcher and filling it with water. Once the machine is self-cleaning, she glances Ellis’s way. “Are you sure—?”

“The demons Cass.”

“What if I promise no demons? Cross my heart and everything?” The look she’s giving Ellis is steady, a touch of hopeful. Ellis has been coming in off and on for almost a year now and they still haven’t had a reading. Maybe Cassandra wasn’t used to people holding off that long.

Why was Ellis being so reluctant anyway? They didn’t believe in demons, not really, and they weren’t sure tarot could actually tell the future. Or maybe that was the problem. Future telling didn’t mean a lot when they weren’t sure there was a future to be had.

This wasn’t something they liked to think about often.

“Okay.” They sigh. This would make Cassandra happy and she does have access to the best scones. And they like her. Star, Sun, Moon, and the others do too. Cassandra’s smile is infectious and they manage a small one back, following her to one of the smaller tables. They aren’t surprised to find Cassandra has a deck handy, easily shuffling as she walks and sits.

“You’re not going to be all spooky about this, are you?” Ellis perches on the edge of their seat, gesturing vaguely behind them. “Cause I do remember where you keep the salt. I’ll take it and run.”

“Not spooky no. I’m not a spooky fortune teller. It’s just a friendly reading.” She’s still shuffling. Ellis is already impressed. Tarot cards are so much larger than playing cards, and Cassandra is acting like they aren’t basically the same length as her entire hand. It’s while Ellis is staring that Cassandra pauses her riffle shuffle, neatly stacking the deck together and passing it across the table.

“Um, what do you…?” They look down and up again, resisting the urge to chew on the inside of their cheek. They start to push it back, but Cassandra closes a hand over theirs.

“You just have to cut the deck. It’s a way to get more in tune with the cards,” she explains, and Ellis starts to make a face. Cassandra lifts a finger, tapping her nail lightly against the back of Ellis’s hand. “I know you don’t really believe in this, but indulge me. Please? I did promise no demons.”

She’s friends with most of the arcade. She’s nice, and she has access to the best scones. She’s a friend and friends do this. Ellis repeats that to themself. Friends indulge in each other’s interests. Or, Ellis tries to.

So they take the deck, unsurprised to find them too slick to manage on their own. They attempt to mimic Cassandra’s riffle, but it doesn’t take a psychic to see that failing, the cards flying free from their hands with barely any involvement from Ellis themself. They just sit and stare as a card with an embracing couple slips off the edge. If that’s what they think it is, they’re more than fine with it disappearing from play.

Cassandra doesn’t seem to notice, more amused by the mess than upset. Even as Ellis tries to open their mouth, she just points at the table. “It looks like we’ve got your first card already.”

“How? It’s just a mess.” Ellis has to follow Cass’s finger to a card sitting face up. “That one?”

“Yes, it’s perfect. It even looks like you.” Cass gathers the other cards easily, flipping a few errant ones back the same direction as their brethren. The one card remains in place, but when Ellis goes to touch it, they’re lightly smacked. “Nu uh. That stays right there. He’s even already in the past.”

“He?” Looking closer, Ellis can see that the person on the card is actually a man, dark-skinned like themselves, though that’s where the similarities end. He’s holding a sword, for one, blown about by a breeze in a field that looks almost cartoonish in contrast to his weapon. The card is helpfully labelled too — the page of swords. “What’s the past position?”

“Well, since it’s your first reading—”

“My only reading.”

“— I thought we’d keep it simple. Or did you have a question in mind?” Cassandra has her deck held neatly in her hands once more, two cards missing.

“Isn’t it too late for that?”

Cassandra shakes her head, curls flying despite the clip holding most of them high on her head. “It’s never too late. The cards do hold meaning on their own of course, but they do their best when in concert. We could even just consider the page of swords to be your herald.”

Ellis’s confusion remains, and they slouch back into their chair, regretting playing nice and allowing this to happen. Their hands itch to do something, go out and shovel snow or, hell, they’ll go and clean the entire ballpit on their own. Scrub every ball by hand. But they’re here, and the espresso machine isn’t even whistling. “What’s my… herald?”

“It’s the card that resonates the most with you. Your beacon would be—but you’re not interested in all this.”

“No,” Ellis agrees, though they are a little curious. They eye the page of swords more critically. He just looked so… carefree. There was no way they resonated or whatever with that. “What should I be asking?”

“Most people ask about finances or job security.” Cassandra shuffles slowly, each cut of the deck in time with a potential question. “Or they’ll ask about relationships—missing your family perchance?”

Ellis doesn’t know what their face does, but there’s a painful lump in their chest that spreads ice through their ribs and heart before they can even try to answer. They shake their head quickly, not trusting their ability to speak.

“Okay, well there’s talking to demons—no, don’t look at me like that it’s a joke silly—and, oh. Romance is pretty big.” Ellis must’ve looked sour because Cassandra just smiles. “We’ll just keep it gen ed today. Ready for the next card?”

“I don’t know what this one means,” Ellis complains, but the second card is already laid out, a knight on a horse with a cup in hand. Of course, it’s labelled too: knight of cups.

“This is your present card by the way,” Cassandra supplies helpfully and Ellis shrugs back into their jacket, wishing they’d picked up Moon’s tendency to wear hoods. They were starting to see the appeal.

Cassandra can tell they’re frustrated, or maybe she just knows that the espresso machine is nearly done with its cleaning cycle because the third card is laid out with little fanfare. “And the future. The Empress.”

Ellis straightens up. “Hey, it’s upside down,” they complain. “It’s from me making a mess of things, isn’t it?” The woman on a cushioned throne isn’t facing Ellis like the other two cards.

“No, no, it’s on purpose.”

“This doesn’t happen in the movies,” Ellis protests, and Cassandra laughs.

“This isn’t the movies and these cards aren’t being picked on purpose to be scary or whatever ham-fisted message is being communicated in the moment. All cards are important here, and they can have meanings while reversed, like our Empress is here today.” Cassandra sets the remainder of her deck down, setting it aside so she can lean forward and look over the cards more closely. After a moment, she clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “I’m not sure you’re gonna like this Ellis.”

“What?” they ask.

“This is pretty pointedly referencing a relationship of some sort.” Cassandra taps the middle card first. “This guy right here, hopeless romantic really. And in the present too, so it’s a current relationship we’re concerned about.”

Ellis does not like that their mind immediately goes to Moon. They do not like how their stomach twists either, and they slump further back in their seat. “The cards are assholes.”

“Okay, well, let me think.” Cassandra pushes the first card over, the page. “This is you coming into the situation, whatever situation it is you’re thinking of here, bursting with ideas and creativity. That sounds like you, doesn’t it? You live in a bus and Star’s told me about some plushies you’ve fixed up for them.”

“I… I guess.” That’s what that card means? They frown at it. It still looks too childishly happy with that big sword. Cassandra fingers moves to the knight. The romantic. Ellis bristles.

“This is warning you not to live off a fantasy. Whatever bright new ideas you’re having, you’re dreaming about them too much or maybe even trying to talk yourself out of it.”

“That doesn’t sound particularly romantic.”

Cassandra spreads her fingers over the page and the knight. “These two cards are playing off each other. Swords are of the mind, and cups are of emotion. You’re thinking too much about something instead of just following your heart and doing whatever it is you’re thinking about.”

“Like… a project?”

“A project, a trip… and yes, a relationship?” Cassandra meets Ellis’s eyes and they fumble for their glasses, desperate for the barrier. They’d been left by the door, so Ellis is pinned in place, Cassandra feeling like she could read their emotions better than themself. Her voice softens. “Is it someone from the arcade?”

The question frees Ellis, their gaze dropping down to the table and the upside down card. “You didn’t explain her yet. And why she’s upside down.”

Cassandra pauses, settling back quietly in place and picking up the Empress, twirling the card in her fingers. “She’s…” A sigh, and the card goes back down. “There’s two cards, the Empreror and the Empress. They’re tied strongly to gender, something which you and Star especially don’t seem to care for.”

“So is her being upside down me rejecting my femininity or something?” That is rude of the deck, and this time the thought is genuine, not a deflection from reality. Ellis catches the thought and frowns to themself. Why are they taking this that seriously?

“Not really no. Just wanted to tell you that sometimes these cards can be a bit judgey. And in this case, she’s telling you it might be time for some self-love. Maybe a trip?”

“Oh.” Ellis stares at the card. “But… how does that tie in with the others?”

Cassandra hesitates and the espresso machine whistles, steam escaping once more. “Oh!” A ringed hand sweeps the cards back into the deck, and Cassandra is standing. “Let me get those orders started for you before Sun sends someone looking for you.”

“But, what about the cards?” Ellis twists in place, following Cassandra back behind the counter.

“Thanks so much for indulging me Elllis! You like the chocolate scones right? We made some last night before I left for the day.” Like this, Ellis can just make out her hair bobbing about from where they’re sitting. They’re still confused. How did a trip solve overthinking? And what about the femininity part Cassandra mentioned; what’s the point in that? Mother nature maybe?

They had been wanting to visit a friend lately… and they have been stagnant far too long. Was the deck saying it was time to move on? The sour feeling that left in their mouth disagreed, but even when they stood to try and get answers, Cassandra can’t seem to hear them over the machines. They give up, taking the order back over, forgetting their confusion when they realize Moon has once again broken into their bus for a nap.

It’s after the late morning rush that Cassandra pulls her cards out once more, pulling the three out and musing over their reading. Ellis is a surprisingly easy read for someone who hates to give too much away. An idiot could tell they’ve gotten attached to one of the neighboring clowns.

Which made this more concerning. Oh, the creative energy and warning not to just fantasize about what could be was straightforward enough. Ellis nor Moon were exactly forward with their intentions ever (even if Cassandra could see right through their facades). Ellis especially cared too much what others thought of them, all things the knight warns against in regular readings.

But the Empress.

If only she hadn’t been reversed. Abundance, connection, birth, though the latter was likely metaphorical here. Reversed was… stagnation, overprotectiveness, blockage from the self, from nature, from

Well, if this reading was about Moon, and the retrieved Lovers indicated that was very likely, then maybe a trip out of town would do Ellis some good.

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Okay so tarot talk! The only card I chose on purpose was the Lovers, as Ellis is supposed to be someone who knows only the most generic of things about tarot and the Lovers, like the Devil, are oftentimes misread to be about one thing only. If I had actually pulled that for Ellis's reading, they would've died and the slasher au stuff I'm writing would be done.

I do poke a little fun at movies that insist on using tarot as foreshadowing. There's a tendency to use only the major arcana when the minor are so so so cool (I know, I know, I got the Hermit as a tattoo. Listen). Each suit has a different focus, and then each number or face as well. It actually helps a lot in learning how to read tarot quickly! For example, knights like our knight of cups are galvanizing forces. Cups are water based and focused on emotion, hence our hopeless and ever classic romantic man. Pages meanwhile are new and bringing forth raw youthful energy and passion. Swords are aligned with air and intellect, problem solving etc.

So the fact Ellis has the page in the past, bringing their raw energy and potential, and now the knight is pushing ahead in the present is just a really fucking cool reading that could go in so many ways. But with Ellis, them learning to bond with people and develop strong relationships is crucial, and Cassandra can tell. Ellis is an extremely awkward person to be around, and that's why it's so important to them to be able to recite who is important and why.

The way they do friendship is weird.

The Empress is a tough card for Ellis in particular. It's not come up, but they struggle with their femininity being intersex and learning as a young adult they could never carry a child to term. They spend a lot of time explicitly rejecting their femininity and AGAB, but it's not something that's come up yet since Moon doesn't really know or give a shit, you know?

Anyway, the Empress is such a powerfully feminine card discussing nurturing, nature, self-love, and creativity. Her popping up can be a sign to connect to your feminine side, be it through nature (as Cassandra suggests to Ellis), or some other way.

Reversed tarot cards you can usually ask yourself not "what is the opposite" necessarily but sorta "what is blocking you from the positives here?" Reversed Empress without the romantic and creative slant from our page and knight (such positive forces of energy!) would be pinpointing Ellis's lack of self-worth pretty damn hard. But with the two and with Cassandra knowing that the cards are trying to indicate Moon and Ellis's relationship here, we get this (simplified):

You entered a new point in your life, bringing with you new ideas and energy. A literal breath of fresh air for those with whom you came in contact. This positive energy has matured over the last yearish and you have begun sincerely bonding with people and dream of pursuing more (what is more here? Cassandra doesn't know that Ellis is aroace so she assumes it is romantic in nature). But there's a risk here if you do listen to the cards and pursue things into reality. And that is a powerfully imbalanced relationship, something that can smother Ellis with their current lack of self-worth or love.

It's a warning to Ellis that pursuing something that would make them happy could lead to them no longer being themselves. But is it a metaphorical death, a loss of self to Sun and Moon's greater agenda? Or will it be literal?

And what does poor Cass do here when she shares her name with the least listened to and most correct woman in Greek myth?

#dca au #dca slasher au #ellis knapp #my writing

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shrimplymoray · 4 months ago

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Hello!!! if its alright, could you perhaps do a sheriff(madcom)) x reader where reader is a flower girl and loves raising plants? THNANK YOU!!!!! ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

HIII thanks for the request, the Sheriff deserves more love, pathetic little meow meow of a guy ehehe! Also side note: i've been trying to start and failing because i have no idea if my idea makes sense, but i just said fuck it rn and am gonna pull what i think may work, if it is not very M:PN compliant, i'm sorry ;-;

The Sheriff x Flower Girl! Reader - Green Thumb

After long nights and days of work, The sheriff liked to take a drink by himself, and walk around the industrial district. Not to brag, but he has so far done a pretty decent job at keeping the scum outside and the ones that needed to be in, well, in. He liked to see himself as doing the dirty work so his old pal can deal with whatever the hell has been happening at the center of the Nexus City, and at the science tower. After one of these long days and nights, he grabbed a good old beer and walked around, appreciating the little bit of peace he managed to get after so long suffering being hunted for sport by those damned man. This walk, however, was cut shorter than expected, as something catched the old cowboy's attention. Something that for all reasons, shouldn't be existing. A little over run and beat up small building, tucked to a corner. nothing would drive one's attention for it, if it weren't for the small glimpses of a... Garden? Well, damn, that's as rare as it can get in Nevada. Although part of him screamed that this is the most suspicious thing that he could find, the way it seemed tended to drove him in. Slowly and cautiously (to not say cowardly) he walked near the little tucked in garden, which led to him going inside the building that for all means looked abandoned, specially compared to the other factories of the area. It was... a beautiful view, really. A flora long thought dead was clinging to every wall, and it took him a long second to hear the whistling, to which he put a hand on his holster, just in case. "Who's there?" It felt almost as if he was asking himself and not the person, to which a... lady, came and looked at him. "Ah! Sheriff, nice to see ya! Don't get visits often, specially in here, heh." "Er, Yeah sure doll. What's... all this about?" The lady looked around with a second of confusion before letting out a chuckle. "Oh this is my little Greenhouse. I know, the building is beat up but... the lights still work here, and it has just the right power to grow some pretty good stuff." "A Greenhouse, huh? Call me stoked, haven't seen one of these in ages..." In his moment of distraction, the woman got near him and took his hand on hers, both calloused but for greatly different reasons, it seems. "Want a Tour? I've been growing stuff in here since i got in the district, and i don't get much guests. That is, if you allow me, sir. You are the boss here, aren't ya?" Her voice was laced with teasing tone. It felt as if they've known each other for ages, good old friends just meeting again. The feeling of her hand on his, and the sheer happiness she showed over the place, it made something beat inside his chest, and his cheeks grow red, but by everything sacred, he was gonna blame the beer. "Welp, yer lucky i'm free right now, dollface. But i can only accept the tour if ya gimme the pleasure of taking ya for a drink later~?" Sadly for him, he didn't sound as smooth as he wanted, but that worked his way in the end. Luck has been getting on the ol' Sheriff's way, it seems.

I genuinely have NO IDEA how to write the Sheriff and also i am out of my head cuz of caffeine crash and my night meds, but i still hope this is somewhat enjoyable!

#tena writing #thanks for the request!#anon ask #madness combat #madcom #madness combat x reader #the sheriff #madcom sheriff #the sheriff x reader

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slugtranslation-hypmic · 1 year ago

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Hey slug! Obviously it's a bit older now, but I was wondering if you might be able to translate Sougyaran BAM, from Kuko? I feel like I don't quite understand the TLs I have seen, so I was wondering if there were certain references or concepts I'm missing here lol

I saw the email notification of this request at the perfect moment. Too anxious to do work or anything else productive. Too caffeinated to sleep. Fuck it. Time to look at Kuukou for an hour.

Under a cut for length

Like a lot of Kuukou's... well, everything... this song is an eclectic mix of elements that can all more or less be distilled into these couple of bullet points:

Trying to fight the listener

Dropping powerful life advice or Buddhist teachings

Claiming his music is both a game changer and the kind of stuff that gets your blood pumping

Scatting, rhyming without meaning, or otherwise making wordplay

Outside of the parts that are straight-up nonsensical, the majority of the rap is very casual to the point of being rude. However, it's also interspersed with formal religious language. Again, both of these are how Kuukou talks, but I get why this would make it difficult for someone to translate.

I talk about this a lot whenever I translate anything, but an important (and maybe the most important!) part of any translation is determining the methodology, focus, and goals before you begin. I figure that if someone's asking me to look at song lyrics for songs that have been out for years, they probably care a lot more about the minutiae of what the character's saying than if I'm writing a rap as part of a longer work where readers aren't going to give it much attention. In that second case, it's probably more important to convey the appearance of a rap--rhyme, rhythm, what have you--and make sure I'm hitting the overall meaning rather than translate word-for-word. You know? The issue is, translating word-for-word would produce mostly nonsense on this one, since my interpretation of its meaning is largely coming from reading between the lines. There's also no real meaning outside of the four bullet points above. It's all vibes. So, this is a vibe-focused translation. When Kuukou says something with no meaning (that I can tell) outside of wordplay, I've exchanged it with a fresh wordplay. At the same time, since I assume the audience wants to know the minutiae, I put footnotes at the very end for the most curious souls. Finally, outside of wordplay moments, there is no attention paid to rhyming, rhythm, or line length.

Also I spent like forty minutes on it so it isn't a polished work of art or anything of the sort. Lyrics:

You wanna piece of this? That’s cool, tough guy. Bring it on. ‘Cause I’mma mess you up. Hmm? You’ve had enough? Yeah, bitch, I bet you’re fuckin’ SATIETIED. Who the hell do you think you are? Aw, who I am kidding? It doesn’t matter who you are. I’ve never met an ass I couldn’t kick! And while I’m here thrashing your sorry butt, listen up. I’m Kuukou from Bad Ass Temple, representing Nagoya, yo. And I’m gonna be world champion. Whazzat? Who do I think I am, some kinda fancy-pants hotshot? Nah, dawg. I’m a monk, haha! Get in the zone, do it or go home, this ain’t the scene you’ve known. [1] I’m a rebellious rhymer staging a revolution. C’mon, join me! Let me hear your voices!

“Enough determination can move mountains,” as they say. Yeah, a-a-a-and I’ve got determination for days.

San gha gharan bam! [2] S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping with my razzle-dazzle tongue [3] Check, ch-ch-ch-check it, che-wa-watch out Gha bam! S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping, BAT’s sexy leader [4] Kick, kickin’ kickin’ killer San gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam Gha gha gha gha gharan bam

Say what? Rules, rules, rules—who the fuck cares about rules? I’m the ruler now. A ruler and a schooler. [5] Yo, I’ve got that brand new music— When I ring this giant bell, people hear that shit far and wide. Beat it! And lyrics? You already know I spit so much fire they call me a dragon. I’m all about the impulses, the anarchy, let’s fuckin’ go! I’m a breath of fresh air up in this shit. Eight pulls, nine pulls, ten pulls—someone say temples? [6] If you don’t know already, then you oughta listen up. You don’t need any of these options. Go make your own. Paint that shit vibrantly. Go try something new! And if it goes so well you can indulge in some goddamn rejoicin’? Then hell yeah, now we’re talking.

Yo, man. The world’s all in how you see it, as they say, and don’t you ever forget it. A-a-a-and I may be a monk, but I’m not preachin’ just to scold you! [7]

San gha gharan bam! S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping with my razzle-dazzle tongue Check, ch-ch-ch-check it, che-wa-watch out Gha bam! S-S-S-Scatting n’ rapping, rapping, BAT’s sexy leader Kick, kickin’ kickin’ killer San gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam gha gha gharan bam Gha gha gha gha gharan bam

Yeah, life’s got ups and downs. You asking me, “Whatchu lookin’ at?” [8] Your ASS, lol got ‘em. Wassup, wassup, I’m a rhymer. I’m makin’ some good shit up in here. Hm? Ey, dance, dance over days when our hearts are aligned [9] Shoo bidoo doo bidoo Roo bidoo doo bidoo Tickili tickili tackili-tatt-too

Yeah! Haha! My rapping’s freakin’ EXHILARATORY. Hello! Aight, c’mon on, lemme give you some of this and wake you right up. Yo, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, ho!

Gharan bam gharan bam Gh-gh-gh-gh hey! Bring it on, tough guy! R-r-rapping, rapping, r-r-rapping with my razzle-dazzle tongue R-r-rapping, yeah, gh-gh-gh, hey!

Yeah, clear the scene, ‘cause I’mma reinvent the scene. [10] Yo, get outta my way. I’m Evil Monk, the dragon of Bad Ass Temple, you know. Rrrrrrah! [1] This last is literally "clear weather (空)" or "energetic vibes (空)." At face value, it appears to be nonsense for rhyming. However, at the very end of the song, Kuukou talks about "the vibes/the scene (空気)" changing and him changing it (which can also be read as the weather changing/clearing up), which makes me wonder if those two are related. Just in case, I wrote them with a possible connection in English too.

[2] 僧伽藍 (sangharan) is a short form of 僧伽藍摩 (sangharama), a Buddhist temple or monastery. Bam is, of course, the sound of Kuukou throwing hands.

[3] 饒舌 (jouzetsu) is a fairly formal word in Japanese to refer to excessive talking. However, I was surprised to learn in the process of TLing this that it's also Chinese for rapping which appears to be how Kuukou's using it here. Also, if you're curious how English "jazzy" became "razzle-dazzle," I realized near the end of the song that I needed to start this word with the same sound as "rapping" (because he scats the j sound on jazzy and jouzetsu) whereupon I set out to find a good synonym. The issue is, I wasn't sure exactly how the lyric writers were using the term, so I put "jazzy" in an English-to-Japanese dictionary to get "loud, invigorating, eye-catching." Yeah, that's Kuukou all right. "Razzle-dazzle" is similar and starts with an r, so there we go.

[4] The lyrics say "xy な leader" (the な is just indicating that "xy" is being used as an adjective, btw) which I assumed means sexy... ekkusu ii said quickly sounds like sekushii. To be sure I wasn't barking up the wrong tree entirely, I ran a quick Twitter search on that line and found a very large number of Japanese Tweeters thinking the exact same thing I was. (It looks like Kuukou's VA once flashed his collarbone on this line in a concert, delighting scores of collarbone lovers everywhere.) That being said, searching anything on Twitter and finding horny Tweets isn't exactly a novel concept. Well, if I'm wrong about this, then at least I'm in the good company of all the thirsty Kuukou fans. Hahaha. If this seems OoC to you, I feel like it's here mainly for fanservice, not necessarily because Kuukou's trying to get some with the person he's beating up and/or preaching at. Although, idk. If you ship Kuukou with anyone, you could very well see some parallels...

[5] Literally "I'll beat up [everything] including the roulette board." Wordplay on rules (ruuru), ruler (ruuraa), and roulette (ruuretto)

[6] Literally "Terapii (therapy), terapii, terapii, tera (temple)-- Oh, the age of temples?" Wordplay/stupid joke

[7] I don't like how I worded this line, but I don't care enough to spend much more time fussing over it. Kuukou's making a joke that, as a monk, he delivers religious sermons 説法. However, in colloquial terms, a 説法 is a telling-off when someone does something undesirable. Kuukou, as a frequent doer of undesirable things, gets these from his dad constantly. Therefore, he's being like, "This isn't the LAME STUPID kind of 説法... this is the kind that ROCKS! *sick guitar riff*"

[8] These two lines seem like complete non sequiturs because they're paired together in Japanese for rhyming. (nami ga dekiru/nani ga mieru)

[9] I admit that I'm struggling to understand this line because the grammar is very irregular. Japanese Twitter is not being especially helpful here, as most Tweets featuring it are some version of "God, this damn song is stuck in my head."

[10] Literally "[Someone] changes the atmosphere/scene. The atmosphere/scene changes." See note 1

#hypmic translations #hypmic asks

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prismuffin · 2 years ago

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I'm very sorry Crow Anon. I did steal our brain cell, I couldn't remember how to clean my clothes and needed big brain power. ÒWÓ

👉👈 I give it back, I promise.

But, Pris I have an ask for you, that may cheer you up!!

How do you think taking care of the batboys (separately) after they got their wisdom tooth taken out, would go??!

I think it would be funny, snice they're chaotic on their own. Without any drugs in their system.

(Alfred definitely banned Dick "Its faster if I jump out the window to the floor balcony under me" Grayson from drinking caffeine until he was an adult).

- OwO

As someone who’s gotten their wisdom teeth removed quite recently I’d say I’m capable of answering this ask. Each of these scenarios has a bit from my experience ok? so—

Jason would be the type to just want to nap. Even when you successfully got him in the car to take him home all he was doing was saying how he wanted to nap but ong he never even tries to close his eyes to sleep once. After you both get home and you help him into bed the first thing he does after you change his gauze is crash. Which makes things difficult for you because now you have to undress his limp body and move it so that he's not laying down completely so that he doesn't accidentally choke since he's still rather numb. When he wakes up he's sad about the food he can't eat so he tries not to for as long as he can. Overall a very sleepy guy after getting his wisdom teeth removed.

Dick is so chaotic off the bat. Even when they were wheeling him out to the car you could tell that he was gonna be a handful. Tried to call everyone on his phone and when that failed he resorted to carpool karaoke. You tried to get him to stop since he shouldn't try talking but he just wouldn't shut up. Once you got home and tried to get him into bed he'd just be laughing at your struggle which would just make you struggle more since he'd be even harder to move while laughing. Because of the laughter he bleeds all over the floors and his shirt which he only laughs harder at. Similar to Jason kinda because once you replace his gauze he's out like a light, and finally you have a moment of silence for the time being. (this entire paragraph was just my experience and I'm not even joking LMFAO)

Tim would probably be almost the most tame, he'd be very sleepy and would start to mumble about tech he's working on. He'd ask you questions about designs and such and you'd just have to remind him to sit still and try not to talk much. Overall a sweetheart, he listens to you and doesn't try and talk while you're switching out his gauze. He sleeps, wakes up, and eats jello all day. The least of your problems honestly.

Damian would be quiet at first...too quiet, then comes the complaining. He'd be annoyed that he was in pain and numb at the same time??? Makes a song about the pain. You have to stop him from biting his lips because he's numb and is probably biting way harder than he realizes. After getting him home and changing his gauze he's very vocal about his hunger and is sad that he can't have normal food, but he likes the chocolate pudding so it's bittersweet for him. After his numbing wares off some and the pain starts hitting he's even more complainy- especially since he did bite his lip too hard and now it's bleeding which neither of you noticed until then. He's fine if you can get him to stop complaining though.

( I’m so so sorry this took me a minute to answer yesterday I woke up and my day went to shit and stuff happened and I had a mental breakdown and forgot all about this message! )

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britt-kageryuu · 7 months ago

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It's apparently a slow day at the clinic today, because Leo is streaming from the clinic front desk with the AR setup. His model is in blue scrubs, a lab coat, his mask with Trans tails, and blue crocs with pride jibbitz.

He was just chatting to the audience while organizing the comic books on the small shelf on top of a couple small filing cabinets.

"Every now and then I wonder how much sleep Dee gets. Like sure he's between big projects for GB so that's good, but he's working on this game, and another odd project that I thought was abandoned." Leo then grabs a thicker graphic novel from the shelf. "Then the other day Dee comes into my room looking kinda crazy, saying he found our long lost sister and handed me another book with a mutant turtle with a yellow bandana!"

He shows the cover that has a turtle with a yellow bandana looking over her shoulder with claw blades on her hands. It reads Jennika the Fifth Turtle.

"I haven't read it yet, which is why it's here, but I'm seriously starting to wonder were these books are coming from. But I did promise not to question it, if only for my sanity." Leo pauses and looks to the side while putting the book on top of the shelf, where the entrance of the clinic might be. "Oh hey, you're looking amazing! Here for your prescription refill? Just a sec."

Leo walks around the camera, and muting his mic. He didn't put the stream into a standby, so once again the client is apparently curious about the camera.

The person tries to lean into frame, only to have a basic orange bipedal cat model in a white tshirt and black pants pops into frame on top of the person. Chat is kinda confused, but find it funny that there is a fail safe for anyone walking into frame.

The person is trying to say something, obvious by the mouth moving, but the camera doesn't have a microphone on it. They then go a bit stiff and sidestep out of frame as Leo walks back into frame with an amused look on his face. He turns his mic back on.

"Well I haven't learned my lesson about streaming from here, but oh well." He hands the client a small shopping/gift bag with cartoon turtles on it. "It's okay, I need to learn not to do this. And I probably will do this again anyway. Here's your prescription. Have a lovely day~"

After a few seconds he turns back to the camera, and lets out a sigh. "Yeah, I will definitely need to remember to switch over to a BRB screen, but I will probably keep forgetting, because I will keep getting distracted."

A donation notice goes off with Rivers voice reading, "Why did you give them a gift bag for their prescription? Also the cat model was cute."

"Oh the bags? Yeah we give those as a more discreet way for our clients to carry out their stuff. There are even other sizes, and materials." He grabs a canvas bag from beside the camera that has rainbow sea turtles swimming across it. "It's included in the price of whatever you need to carry. Whether it's medical related or you want to buy some of the tea or coffee. Yeah we sell the coffee in the clinic, but we keep track of who can and can't have which blends. Since some of the caffeine levels are not good for some people."

Leo puts the bag back, and takes a drink of his tea from a Jupiter Jim tumbler, and brings the book back down.

"Well, going back to that comic, I think this isn't actually our sister, just some random turtle mutant, or something. I'm not gonna read this on stream, so stop asking." Leo says as he goes back to organizing the bookshelf. "As for the cat model, yeah Dee set it up incase someone walks into our AR streams. Like the time Red was babysitting and Dee left the AR stream on."

He doesn't seem to like how he's organized it so he keeps redoing it, but the audience are still have fun listening to his rambling while he decides how he wanted to have the books organized.

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Masterpost

#rottmnt au #tmnt au #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt leo #rise leo #rise leonardo #rottmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction #VTurtles!#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt rise #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt

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panjakes · 1 year ago

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Aneiiiiii💛💛

How are you? Hope you're doing well and staying hydrated.

I was wondering if I could request a Mark thing👉🏽👈🏽

So I'm braiding my own hair rn, knotless, and it is hell😭😭 my back, neck and arms are screaming and it's 10pm. I started around 3pm. Girl 😔 SHOUT-OUT to all the people that braid their own hair. Y'all are legendary ❣️

So something where like Mark feels bad and offers to help and also gives like a cute massage afterwards idk. Just something cute to make me feel like this suffering is really worth the beauty 😭😭😅😅

Love you🫶🏽🐝

Mark sat on your bed watching your movements very carefully. You seemed to almost be done but like you always tell mark, “one part can turn into three”.

You sigh throwing your arms down to your side, arms hurting like a bitch. Mark cracks a smile looking over at your glossy lips fold into a pout.

“You okay sweetheart?” Mark asks sitting up from the bed

“No. I’m tired. My arms hurt, my back hurts, I want some chips” you say making him laugh

“Is there anything I can do to help my love?” He asks coming to stand behind you

You look up at him through the mirror

“First off all you can go to the store and get me some snacks” you say

“You want to come with me?” He asks making you frown

“Mark…the middle of my head isn’t done. I’m not going no where” you say making him laugh

“Okay fine, guess I’ll face time you when I get there” he says making you nod

“Yes please, thank you” you say as he walks away

“You forgot to say something else” he says turning back around

“No I didn’t” you say looking over at the packs of hair only hoping that you had enough

“Yes you did” he says stomping his feet

“I didn’t can you please get my snacks” you say separating your hair

“Baby tell me you love me!!” He says leaning on your back

“Ow! Mark get cha ass off me!” You scream

“Say you love me and kiss me” he says puckering his lips

“I love you can you please go get my snacks baby please!” You ask

“I didn’t get my kiss but I’ll go get your stuff” he says making you give him a sarcastic smile

Soon he left and you got to gelling and parting your hair. By the time make came back you were done parting your hair and all you had to do is braid but maybe you were too tired for that.

“I got you a bunch of stuff” mark says

“What did you get yourself?” You asks

“I got me a coffee” he says showing you the cup of ice caffeine

“Did you get me a coffee?” You ask

“Nooooo” he says going wide eye

“Well can I have some of your coffee?” You ask batting your eyelashes

“Well when you look at me like that, You can have whatever you want” he says making the both of you laugh.

You take a sip of his coffee moaning at the sweet but slightly bitter coffee.

“That’s good, I need one of those” you say handing him the cup

“Want me to go back and get you one?” He ask making you shake your head

“No what you can do is come over here and help me with my hair” you say making him nod

It wouldn’t be his first time helping you with your hair. Mark has helped you with washed day, detangling, installing a wig, even braids so he was gonna help you now.

He goes to wash his hands and he comes back grabbing the pre parted pieces of hair. Sitting between his legs you tackle one side of your hair and he tackles the other.

You quickly braided your side as mark took his time to braid so he didn’t mess up and you yelled at him.

“Mark…hurry up!” You say falling asleep

“I don’t wanna mess up!” He says

“Please hurry up my neck hurts and im tired” you say with a whine

“Okay I’ll give you a massage when im done but you know how you get when I mess up on your hair” he says making you nod

“I mean, you right” you say making him chuckle

“It’s okay baby I only have three braids left” he says still slowly braiding

“Is it really only three?” You ask with a frown

“No…it’s six” he says making you groan and himself laugh

Within him and his slow braiding you fell asleep on his leg. About 40 minutes later he was done and actually proud of his work. He quickly grabs his phone taking pictures of the braids he braided and your sleeping figure.

“Baby wake up, I’m done” he says gently shaking you

“Did you put mousse and oil sheen on it?” You mumble

“No, you can do that yourself. Go wrap your hair up and get ready for me to rub on your body” he says making you jerk up from your sleep

“Now that just sounded weird” you say making him chuckle

“I always rub on your body don’t make it an issue” he says making you roll your eyes and laugh

“Your such a weirdo” you say giggling

“I’m your weirdo” he says moving his eyebrows up and down

“Yes, yes your are” you say planting a kiss on his lips before going to mousse and wrap your hair

#ambw fic #black reader #ambw #black girls are beautiful #black reader insert #kpop poc #kpop #x black reader #x black!reader #kpop imagines #nct x black reader #nct 127 x black!reader #nct mark #x black fem reader #black kpop stans #kpoc

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masoqueen-official · 3 months ago

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DAY 26 - Camera/Negative

INK/PH-TOBER 2024

I was gonna do this differently but I made it kinky instead ofc...

OH BOY.

This one certainly is different compared to most of this year's inktober/paperhatober results, that's for sure.

Was just wrapping up some stuff and doing some math since I went to go get some more stuff from Joann's and whathaveyou but I actually finished this earlier which is nice... (instead of rushing at 3am).

My initial idea was sort of hard to accomplish (negative cam. colors) and I thought... okay. What the hell else can I do with the word "Negative"? I thought of multiple scenarios, trust me, but I even after looking up similar words and things that relate... it didn't really help me at all. Then I got to thinking. "Negative"... people think negatively of themselves sometimes. Maybe I can interpret that into degration? That's negative too I mean- and kaboom. Camera wove it all together.

I'm not personally one for videos of degration of myself but I did maybe sorta kinda get reminded of something simar through a nsfw comic I had stowed away in my secure gallery- (COUGHSWEGGSYCOUGH)

Now here we are. Okay, I'm going to finally put this stuff away and hopefully not explode from my caffeine intake and actually work and play. Thanks and bye bye!

Bonus:

(Edited) Picrew pfp / My children in gorgeous lighting 💙 💚

I tried generating similar AI poses first but it was absolute shit so I decided to draw them out again. Frankly... I like to believe in the past, when I was younger and did them all the time, they made my art better so who knows, there might be more! I did do one or two for others too. :)

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pyrrhiccomedy · 1 year ago

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what do you do when you're ADHD and know lots about your brain and how to Make Things Work For You but nonetheless the executive dysfunction persists! and you let all the important tasks build up because you don't want to do them and literally anything except 'the stuff i know i ought to do' is distracting/preferrable? like i KNOW what i need to do to break out of executive dysfunction but i... don't...? any insight on this? cheers mate

I mean dogg this is just not something you can think your way out of. parts of your brain are smooth where they shouldn't be smooth and other parts have holes in them that shouldn't have holes. you are not cranking out the chemicals you need to compensate for that. all the productivity tips in the world are not gonna change that. you need medication. I take three separate meds for my ADHD and it's changed my life. I still have ADHD, the meds don't make it so that I'm just like someone who doesn't have ADHD. But getting through the executive dysfunction is now like needing to shoulder through a stuck door, instead of, like, needing to break down a brick wall with my bare fists. I'd rather not, but it's doable, in a way that it just wasn't, before.

If for some reason medication is not available to you - and I'd really strongly recommend looking into that deeply before you do anything else, because basically all healthcare now covers these meds and most of them are very cheap - then the honest to god real answer for adults is to get some stimulants on your own. start with caffeine and like...go from there. I self-medicated with all kinds of fun additives before I finally figured out that the reason I felt more productive on amphetamines wasn't just because amphetamines are a great time.

if you are not of an age or background where you feel comfortable acquiring substances of questionable legality, uh. I don't know dude, take up knife juggling or something? adrenaline will get you there too.

my point is that if you already know everything there is to know, you know all the hacks and tricks and tips, and that's not cutting it, then you need to alter your brain chemistry. there's the easy, safe, cheap, medically advisable way of doing it, and then there's all the other ways of doing it. I'm not your mom or your pastor, so like, do what you've gotta do.

#adhd

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lumine-no-hikari · 14 days ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #374

I'm a little better today. When I woke up this morning, my nose was still pretty stuffy and also running still. But I wasn't sneezing a whole lot like yesterday, and that was good. I made some toast-and-jam tea:

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...Yeah, I know my voice sounds weird in this one. Sorry about that; it can't really be helped. I had some of the leftover soup for breakfast this morning, and that was delightful. Warm fluids are a wonderful boon for a scratchy, irritated throat!

J was out almost all day today, flying the airplane. I wanted to go, but I didn't because it's not a good idea to be up in the sky while one's ears, nose, or throat is congested; you can blow up your eardrums like that. Still, he got tons and tons of beautiful pictures...

...M, meanwhile, played a lot of Hades on the TV. So I was by myself most of today. I suppose it was a little lonely, but I got lots of work done on the music box:

...I completed the pattern for the chorus today, which is cool! I was actually hoping to have finished building all of the basic patterns today and then arrange the patterns in their proper places tomorrow, but... I didn't get that far along. Oh well. I only have a few more patterns left – like 6, I think, but they're all very short. It shouldn't take long to assemble them. Stuff to do for tomorrow, I guess.

I'm not sure whether to go to work tomorrow. I'm feeling pretty okay right now; there's some residual discomfort and my sinuses are still a little congested, but it's not nearly as bad as it was this morning. I dunno.

I wanna go, but J says just because we feel better doesn't mean our bodies don't still need a little more time. So maybe I'll give it a little more time. I want to try to be nice to myself. So maybe I'll just stay home.

...Though... I'll be a little disappointed if I gotta stay home, because R invited we of my house over to his place for hot chocolate. I dunno. I figure if I'm staying home from work, I should probably not go to R's house, also.

I wonder what you would do...

...Actually. No. I know what you would do. Or rather... I'm pretty sure I know what “past you” would do. Past you would probably show up to work even with full blown pneumonia, if you knew you couldn't spread it to anybody.

...And no, that's not a good thing!! Please insert a mental image of me here, with my left arm akimbo while waggling my right index finger at you, both menacingly and accusingly in equal measure!! Please also insert a mental image of my most grumpiest face here!! Unless “current you” has learned and grown enough to not pull shenanigans like that? Hopefully?

...And if my waggling finger does not at all sound menacing to you, you are wrong!! Because, yes, in fact, my fingers are VERY menacing!!! They are very capable of rendering humans of all ages, genders, and sizes into a giggling, squirming, curled-up mess of laughter!! Your life has prepared you for many, many great and terrible things, but I very much doubt that it has prepared you for tickles!!! BWAHAHAHA!!!!

At this point, sometimes all I gotta do is point at M or J and wiggle my finger, and then I say, “I'm tickling your braaaaaiiiiiiiin...!!!!” and then they start laughing!!! I don't even have to do anything, ahahahaha~! Like I said, VERY menacing! Much terror!! I'd be shaking in your boots if I were you!!! MWAHAHAHA...!!!! (cue ominous thunder crackling in the distance...!!!)

...No, I promise I've had only minimal caffeine today. I guess I'm just feeling a little silly and excited because it's been a few days since I've felt this good, ahaha...

...I guess we'll see how I feel when I wake up tomorrow. If I wake up and I hate it, I'll go back to bed.

I haven't much else going on up in my noggin today. I suppose having “music-box-for-brains” will do that to a person. I guess this letter is a little bit short as a result. Sorry about that.

I'm gonna go to bed now to give myself the best odds of feeling relatively decent tomorrow. I think I'm maybe a little stir-crazy from not going out of the house much over the last number of days. I miss Tr and Ka and Ra and Ma and the others. I want to see them if I can. I want to be where the nice bread and cookie smells are...

I'll write to you again tomorrow, okay? So please stay safe out there. Don't forget that you're loved and wanted and needed in this world. If nothing else... I love you, and you can be wanted and needed in any space in which I also belong. You're not alone, okay?

Your friend, Lumine

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elprupneerg · 3 months ago

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Pass the happy! ✨ When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications

5 things that make me happy! had to think a bit to narrow things down, i've been in a pretty decent headspace lately and finding joy in the small things

yesterday (and today, but i only went yesterday) my city had an event where a whole bunch of historical buildings, municipal offices, art galleries, music halls, and museums had open admission for the public to come in and look around. i got to see the place where the county buses get repaired and walk around the riverwalk here while trying to find the local electric company's headquarters. i definitely felt all the walking in my knees today when i woke up, but i think it was worth it

the kids who live next to my place have decided that my gf and i are safe to pull pranks on. we get ding dong ditched about once a month. if we don't come to the door right away they'll try and ring the bell again, and this time stay on our porch and wait to see if we'll actually answer, and brag about how sneaky they were last time.

crocheting! i've been working on probably my hardest project yet for months now. its got cables, its got shaping to make it fit around the arms, its made out of a nice purple wool that's a little bit tricky to see where to put my hook, and when it's done it's gonna look Awesome

i've been playing minecraft in a server with some friends the past few months. i'm not very good, but i like looking at all the things everyone else is building and putting a bunch of random supplies in chests that they can take from if they want. there's a mod on the server that adds a whole bunch of food recipes, so i've been having fun making virtual chicken soup and berry pies and stuff

a good cup of coffee. i'm very firmly addicted to caffeine at this point, and i don't really feel like fixing that. black coffee is a bit too acidic and bitter for my tastes, but it pairs well with other flavors. i like getting weird flavored lattes when i go out, and at home i like adding cinnamon and sugar and cream, or getting coffee grounds that have weird flavors. (i mean weird in the most positive way possible with both of those).

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Okay so this MIGHT be weird but I had an idea for a very different version of Underverse that I wanted to share with someone??? I’m never gonna do anything with it (if you end up liking anything from this, as a prompt or idea or story or anything like that, feel free to take it!), but it’s one of those things I gotta get out, you know??? Hope this isn’t a bother!!!

Anyways, basic idea involves borderline platonic yandere Blue and Dream for Ink (because I’m a sucker for it, blame the prompt on AO3 that mentioned the idea), so for his “own good,” they’re the ones who ended up working with XGaster (I’m not sure how they’d meet him- maybe they went to help him that first time instead of Ink, because he was busy or something?) to cause the X-Event. I imagine that their whole reasoning would be them hoping XGaster being a creator in his own right would give them a way to get Ink out from under the thumb of the ones Ink normally has to deal with- Maybe they think there’s a chance the Overwrite button can do something? Or hell, maybe the reason is as simple as wanting to give Ink a soul and believing XGaster has the means to help them. I’m not actually sure!

Just. I don’t know? The idea of Underverse turning into one giant festival of suffering for Ink, as he gets hit with one betrayal after another from people he thought he could trust (Cross, Dream, and Blue). Then Error destroys the Multiverse, and everything just… Keeps falling apart from there.

Again, hope this isn’t weird or a bother- But I’d be interested in hearing what you think of an idea like this, or seeing where you’d take it, or anything like that. Either way, take care, and thank you for reading!!!

Anon, the only thing that's a bother right now is the fact my parents never told me they made another pot of coffee, so there's about half a pot going to waste. With that being said, I'm sorry if this is poorly written because I'm like. Running solely off caffeine from like 4-5 cups of coffee and stress from schoolwork. I was gonna wait to answer this until tomorrow morning, but then I remembered that I'm done work for the day and I have nothing else to do until I randomly go to sleep at like midnight, so.

I feel like I've said this a hundred times before, but even if I have, I'll say it again: I have a thing for platonic yanderes. I don't know what it is about them, but for some reason, I just love them. That goes for yandere characters in general, but that's not the point.

I'm gonna take this one at a time, hopefully it'll help me keep myself organized and I can actually form a coherent idea for once.

I find the idea of Dream and Blue meeting X-Gaster in Ink's place very interesting!! I'm a bit of a stickler for the idea that Ink would never endanger the AUs for whatever reason, no idea if that's canon or all, so this actually works in my favor. I haven't watched Underverse's early episodes in forever (don't think I ever even watched the X-Tale series, oop-), so my memory of why Ink made the deal with X might be a bit muddled.

Anyway, I think it's very believable that those two would want to take some of the workload off Ink's shoulders. They're supposed to be a team, let them help! Ink's a bit reluctant, not just anyone can do these kinds of jobs, but they're so eager to help... oh, alright, fine, you can take the job- but if anything happens, they need to inform him right away! They're absolutely going to do that, no doubt about it, 100%. (They have no intention on doing that)

Anyway, I think their intentions would start out genuine. They really just want to help Ink! They see how overworked he is and he's just one person, it's not right to make him shoulder all this responsibility. The two are wary of Creators due to some unfavorable members (if they found out 1/4 of the stuff I do to Ink for the sake of an AU, they'd have a bounty on my head), so they're not about to let Ink go and meet with one face-to-face. (Again, I have not been refreshed on Underverse lore, so if there's inconsistency I'm. So sorry) He seems to have good intentions, but they're still wary of him.

Actually, here's a potentially interesting idea: Dream and Blue don't start developing into yanderes until after meeting X. Something I usually go with is X-Gaster having his own kind of fixation on Ink, though not necessarily in a romantic or even platonic sense. He admires Ink's power and role, and the two pick up on that- especially Dream. And neither of them like it.

With that being said, I think it's inevitable that Ink would meet X himself at some point. Dream and Blue keep pushing it off, telling him they can handle it, but at some point he puts his foot down and goes to meet X. I think it'd be too complicated to have him not meet him, or maybe this will come back to bite me in the ass, I don't know!

But I'm glad you mentioned that they could be the ones who cause the X-Event, Anon. Using my stickler thing from before, Dream and Blue wouldn't have the same innate sense to weigh the pros and cons for the other AUs, or the AU itself. Sure, they have their moral compasses, but power corrupts people. Power leads to greed, as does greed lead to a hunger for power. And X can be very persuasive when he wants to be, I'm sure. I don't doubt that he would use their fondness for Ink to his advantage (hope I wrote that right), telling them that he can do so many things in return for their help: he can experiment and create Ink a soul of his own, and then he won't need those pesky Creators anymore.

(Or, maybe even better, X-Gaster dangles the possibility of "freeing" Ink from his duties as the Protector. He hints at the possibility of using the OVERWRITE to change Ink's Code, removing his connection to the Creators. All such tempting ideas... they only want what's best for their friend, don't they? Would they really pass up such an opportunity? So many possibilities to play with!)

I think this whole idea can lead to an interesting but painful story of Dream and Blue's obsessive behavior worsening, escalating to the point of becoming full-fledged yanderes. They can't let Ink know the truth about what happened with X-Tale! If he found out they've been keeping things from him... that they had a hand in what happened and what's now happening... oh... oh, he would hate them, wouldn't he? He'd want to stop being their friend! He- he'd leave the Star Sanses and he wouldn't work with them anymore! They can't have that! They can't live with that! They... they won't let him leave them like this!

This could lead to SO MUCH ANGST MATERIAL. Like- imagine the kind of stuff that would go down between Dream and Nightmare! Nightmare can sense so much guilt and shame from Dream, which is so... intriguing! And Cross would probably know about his involvement, considering X-Chara, and Nightmare would eat. That. UP! Dream, Mr. Hugs-&-Smiles himself, being linked to an entire world's devastation? Well, it wouldn't be the first time... (Apple Incident references go BRRRRR-)

From Ink's perspective, the story's probably escalating into a horror story tbh. Like you said Anon, he's getting one hit after the other: an AU was destroyed during the Truce, one betrayal after another, finding out about X-Gaster's madness, Dream and Blue going from liars/backstabbers (or whatever term you wanna use for them) to obsessed yanderes that would do anything to keep him to themselves, Error destroying the AUs... I haven't even talked about Error yet!

For once, I feel there isn't much to say about Error. I was going to say something about him being a yandere, too, but I felt like it took away from Dream and Blue being platonic yanderes. He would either be relishing in Ink's downfall or he'd be like "Damn, that sucks".

Ah, and now I raise another proposal: X-Gaster betrays Dream and Blue. This might be a given, but hear me out! X sticks to his proposal of using the OVERWRITE on Ink, but instead of cutting his connection to the Creators or giving him a soul (or whatever else he filled their heads with), he turns Ink into a relatively mindless weapon at his disposal. This would basically be the equivalent of Ink being blank in Underverse, but he's extra ruthless because X is the one in control.

I'll just let y'all soak with that idea at the end.

(Quick addition: Imagine a kidnapping scene. Let that cook.)

Looking at the post, I think I got everything I wanted to. Again, sorry if this is poorly written or not very cohesive. It's very late for me and I'm very tired, but I know I'm not going to sleep for another hour or so lol. I might revisit this idea tomorrow or something, see if I have any new ideas, but I think this is it for now.

Thank you, Anon, for your ask!! This was fun!!

#underverse au #dream sans #blue sans #swap sans #which one should i even call him atp #ink sans #platonic yandere dream sans #platonic yandere blue sans #platonic yandere swap sans #poor ink in this though #he's going through it #i might talk about the idea using yandere error if people want it #*looks at my response* it's not much but it's honest work #anonymous asks

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