#size does matter sadly lol

[ur-fav-alien]

Partners

Trent Beretta/Tony Nese A little bit of angst? Emotions being rekindled stuff like that lol Tony Nese is now all elite, and Trent feels the need to congratulate his old partner. (+ a scene after their match on Dark)

Trent was still a little surprised. He didn’t doubt Nese, no, not at all. Trent was just shocked that the guy was now ‘all elite’. He was now going to be a part of Trent’s long list of coworkers, and that was… well, that was a lot to handle. 

They had a history, you could say that. A very long and complicated history. But he was still proud of Tony. That’s why he was currently weaving his way backstage, trying the asshole. 

Trent had been there for Orange because there were some rumors circulating that he was going to get his ass kicked by the Bucks and Cole. Nese had then come out and rebooted Trent’s entire nervous system. That was his excuse why he was trying to find the guy he used to call his friend, and not protecting the guy who he’s currently calling a friend. 

And after a million years of turning corners and asking for directions, Tony Nese was finally in his line of sight… once again.  

“Nese!” Trent called out. The two of them were alone at the back of the event center. Storage equipment and metal chairs lined the blank walls. They were right outside some office. 

Tony’s face turned into that of confusion when he turned around and saw Trent. “Beretta? The fuck are you doing here?”

Trent couldn’t help but stare. He looked good, like fantastic. Trent had almost spit out his drink when he saw his entrance earlier. “I’m supposed to be with Orange, but I uh… I wanted to…” Staring down at Tony’s boo- pecs made Trent realize how stupid this was. Going to a guy he hadn’t seen in what? A little less than a decade? God, Trent had some unresolved feelings to figure out. “I wanted to congratulate you on joining AEW.” 

“Oh…” Tony tensed up. “This isn’t a ploy to beat my ass, right?” 

“No! No.” Trent laughed. “I mean… Sammy already did that for me.” 

Tony’s face dropped. 

“I’m sorry, I had to.” Trent apologized with a smile. 

The ‘Premier Athlete’ rolled his eyes. “Once an ass, always an ass, right?” 

Trent made a noise of shock. “What?! You’re one to talk!” 

“I’m one to talk? I was always nice to you!” Trent was appalled. “You’re the one that left me at the last second.” 

The two of them had unconsciously taken a step forward. A gravitational pull of temptation and history pulling them together. 

“Holy shit!” Trent couldn’t believe it. This drove them apart all those years ago. Of course, it would drive them away again. You would think it would be all the ‘friends with benefits’ moments they had with each other, but nope! “How many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry?” 

“As many times as I need you to before I think it’s a genuine apology.”  

All of Trent’s apologies were genuine, because he felt genuinely bad! He didn’t know what he was doing when he signed with NJPW. He was just excited! Some big ass company wanted him to beat bitches up, and you thought he wouldn’t take that opportunity? The only reason Nese didn’t think Trent’s apologies were genuine was because he went by the philosophy ‘oh if you were sorry you wouldn’t have done it in the first place’, which is a stupid ass philosophy. People are stupid and make mistakes, and Trent had made a mistake. 

He made a serious mistake not telling Nese, like he wouldn’t want his best friend to join him on this big ass trip. Best Friend… boyfriend, same thing really when you didn’t know what to call yourselves. But either way, Trent wanted to bring Nese along. He had just… forgotten. 

“You never think my apologies are genuine!” 

“Because they aren’t!” 

And Trent didn’t know how this flurry of emotions erupted inside of him, but he suddenly felt more overwhelmed than he ever had before. He just needed to prove a point - prove that he did care about Tony. Before he could think, he grabbed Tony’s face and slammed their lips together. It was like waves crashing against each other, or fireworks going off. While both of them had changed in the past several years since they stopped talking, Trent had never felt anything more familiar. 

He pushed away angrily. “Is that a genuine apology, huh?” He asked, ignoring Nese’s shocked face. “Does that show you I cared about you?” 

There was a pause between them, a silence of heavy breathing. Trent wasn’t even regretting the kiss, he was just worrying more about whether Tony would kill him or not. It’s not like he would though… unless he was with someone now, then that would be a very uncomfortable conversation to have. 

Tony hesitantly brought his hand to his lips and gingerly touched his bottom lip, which was slightly wet from Trent’s spit. He usually wasn’t just a messy kisser, but Trent’s emotions were running high. He got pissed way too easily. 

Tony lunged towards him before Trent could process what was happening, and their lips connected once again. Trent’s heart ran wild as Tony’s hands held his face. They stumbled back from the force. His back hit a stack of metal chairs and the noise of pain that escaped his lips was muffled by Tony’s lips. 

His arms wrapped around Tony’s waist, pulling them closer together. The clanking of the metal chairs had echoed through the building, a loud noise that both of them had ignored in favor of the taste of their lips. Someone would probably appear around a corner to check out what caused that deafening noise. In the meantime, Trent savored this moment. He savored Tony, kissed him like had never kissed him before. 

It was a kiss that made up for lost time. 

A door opened, and the two pushed away, breathing heavily as Mark Sterling stepped out of his office… Was Tony going to see Mark Sterling? That asshole? Ugh. 

“Is everything okay?” Mark asked.

Trent was trying to hide his face while simultaneously wiping Tony’s spit off his lips. 

“Yeah.” Tony answered. “We’re good.” 

Mark gave his best award winning smile. “That’s good! Now do you uh…” Trent and him made eye contact.

“Yeah, I’m coming.” Tony answered his silent question. He gave Trent one last look before going off to sign his life away. At least Trent got to see him one last time before he sold his soul to the world’s worst manager. 

It had been an hour since his match with Tony, and he was currently getting himself some food. Trent didn’t know why he had picked the match in the beginning. He could���ve just kept his mouth shut and continued to tie up his shoes, but really? His favorite tag-team partner was Josh Woods? That weirdo? Not only had that comment hurt Trent’s ego, but also his heart. Yeah, they had a pretty rough ending, but Trent didn’t think it was that rough. 

And besides, they had made up. 

“Y’know,” Trent whipped around from his seat at some empty table. Tony was standing right behind him. “I didn’t mean it.” 

Trent stared at him. “Huh?” 

“Woods isn’t my favorite tag-team partner.” 

“I- What?” Trent couldn’t believe that Tony was actually saying this. “You tell me this after our match?” 

“Yeah?” Tony replied, as if it was the most obvious answer. “What did you think I was going to do? Tell you before?” 

“Yes! Maybe tell me so we don’t have to fight each other at all?” 

“Why would I do that?” Trent was appalled. “I like fighting you.” There was a smirk on Tony’s lips that Trent wanted to wipe off.

“You son of-” 

Before Trent could finish, Trent flashed him a smile and turned around, walking away. 

Oh… Trent was going to kill him one of these days.

[de4thbycre4tion]

I feel like the only character we see being depicted as having an ed in the Marauders fandom is Regulus (and sometimes Sirius) because of the way they were raised, but the girls are never struggling with it. Which is completely irrealistic, since girls are very very often the victims of eds (not saying that men are never affected by them, but it's less often).

I have an eating disorder myself, I've had both binge eating disorder and anorexia (currently recovering from the latter) and it just makes so much sense to me for girls to have/have had an ed.

Writing eating disorders can be very complicated, especially if you've never had one, but even if you have, capturing the complete obsession that food becomes through words can be very hard, but I'm still disappointed that I've never read a single fic in which it's even mentionned. I get that it's a sensitive subject, but like... Not even a single hint at it is very disappointing to me

Here's some of my fav hcs:

I've always pictured Lily as having binge eating disorder, I can see so much of me in her, (craving academic validation, overworking herself, feeling like a burden, sibling issues, etc) and to me she binges as a form of comfort, whenever she feels sad or angry or just a little down she binges on anything she can find. She binges until she feels sick and sometimes throw up because her stomach just can't take it. She always feels guilty and always tells herself she'll stop but always comes back to it all throughout her (sadly short) life.

For Mary, I feel like her family has always taught her to love her body and that size doesn't matter but she still fell in the trap of anorexia in her teenage years (another thing I can relate to lol) and she feels so bad for telling people to just accept themselves and eat as much as they need when she herself starves herself and hates her body. She cries over not having a thigh gap and oversexualise herself to get compliments because let's be honest, when you have anorexia you live off of other's perception of you. She feels validated and happy when people tell her she looks worrying.

Marlene, to me, does have a weird relatonship with her body, but she never had an ed. She plays quidditch regularly and has a pretty fast metabolism, so she's naturally skinny compared to Lily or Mary, so weight isn't a problem to her. Her biggest problem is that she has the biggest case of body disphmorphia. If she closes her eyes she couldn't picture herself in her mind even if she tried. She's always wearing oversized clothes and avoiding mirrors because looking at her own body is confusing, if not even scary to her. She doesn't have a clue what she looks like and she hates when people comment on her looks, positively or negatively.

This is getting long so I'll stop here but part 2 about the Black sister is here!

[plaexus]

Thoughts on how exquisite a meal their size difference was in the krazy festival? Like when mj was grabbing onto jm she looked so tiny next to jm, who i think has bulked up a bit lately (and would definitely be able to lift mj nowadays). Idk the way mj clings to jm is so sweet to me, like she feels safe next to her and couldn’t be happier to have her by her side (out of everyone else, i get to choose you🫢)

oh god yes. why does mj look so small these days lol! but seriously their height difference, no matter how big the gap actually is, is perfect and so so so yuriful. perfect for forehead kisses, mj leaning into jm's shoulder, jm holding mj's waist, etc etc. they are so sweet with each other and their height/physique difference adds to that! can't get enough of them honestly

i will push back a bit though on jm being able to lift mj. despite putting on a bit more muscle, i think she still can't lift her, sadly. i think she's slimming down ever so slightly, so maybe strength training isn't her focus in her workouts. and in one of their parallel line rehearsal videos, she couldn't hold onto the monkey bars set for 'mine' for too long 😬 i hope one day she will prove me wrong haha

[jcbbby]

can you write something with jamie where y/n is pregnant and she’s at a jamie’s family dinner and she received some comments about how big her belly is compared to the other women, so she refused the chocolate cake dessert and jamie follows her after the dinner in the kitchen, seeing her crying and stuff ?

Okay first of all, my first request heyoooo! :) I'm not sure if I'll start taking requests on the regular, I don't often have a lot of time to write sadly. But THIS hits close to home. Oooooh boy does this hit close to home. Full disclosure, I've been in recovery from an eating disorder for years, and it's something I still struggle with. So this struck a chord with me and I liked the idea of Jamie being just hella supportive about his partner's insecurities and making them feel better. I had to write this one lol. Thank you for this prompt!

I hope you enjoy!

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Growing and Glowing

You're very pregnant with Jamie and yours' first child. You've been feeling insecure about your pregnancy weight gain, and struggle at a family dinner. Jamie takes notice and tells you just how beautiful you are and always will be to him.

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You stood in front of your mirror in your bedroom, looking over yourself after getting dressed. You were getting ready for dinner over at Jamie’s parents’ house with his family for his brother Sam’s birthday. You sighed and frowned as you messed with the hang of the dress you had chosen to wear. Your 8 months pregnant bump was prominent on your once smaller figure.

“What’s the matter, love?” Jamie asked, walking out from the bathroom shirtless, rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

“Nothing…I just feel like a gross blimp.” You rubbed your belly.

“Darling…” Jamie said, his tone sounding sad, coming up to hug you from behind, wrapping his arms around where yours were on your bump.

You looked at him in the mirror. “The clothes I bought last week don’t fit now. And my boss was talking about how much bigger I am now than she was the day she gave birth.”

“Baby, you look as beautiful as ever, forget the clothes, forget those comments. You’re a goddess, a goddamn glowing goddess.” He planted kisses starting from your neck, working his way up to your cheek.

You giggled as his lips tickled you.

“There's a smile! Let me just grab a shirt and we can head out.” He gave one more peck to your cheek as he turned to the closet.

On the drive over, Jamie held one hand on the wheel with the other stretched across the center console to hold your hand. He always held your hand while driving. It was little things like that that meant so much to you. 5 years of being together, and he still did these little things as if you were perpetually in the honeymoon phase.

Jamie pulled the car up to the curb outside of his parents’ home. You both ascended the steps to the front door and Jamie rang their doorbell, exchanging a quick smile to each other. The door swung open as Jamie’s mother excitedly let you in. She immediately went to hug Jamie, and then turned to bring you into a hug. She pulled you to arm’s length and looked you up and down.

“Oh my, look at how big you’ve gotten! Won’t be long now, huh? How are you feeling, dear?” Jamie’s mum asked, smiling so wide.

“Oh uh…feeling okay. You know, just excited to finally meet the little guy.” You smiled sheepishly, placing a hand on your bump, her words about your size echoing still.

“Where’s the birthday boy?” Jamie inserted himself into the conversation.

“Oh, him and dad are in the living room watching a movie. Dinner’s all ready, if you can just help me set the table, J? Y/N, why don’t you go and join them and get off your feet.” She smiled.

You smiled back. Jamie placed a hand on your back as you exchanged small smiles to each other. You went into the living room and said hello to Jamie’s dad and happy birthday to Sam. They both got up to give you a hug, before settling back down into their respective chairs. You heard the clanking of plates and silverware from the other room as the table was being set. It didn’t take too long before Jamie’s mother called you all into the dining area for the meal. You walked over to a chair as Jamie pulled it out for you to sit in before taking his place next to you.

Dinner was nice, and conversation was light and fun. Jamie’s dad then asked how long now until the baby was born.

“Oh, just about 4 or 5 more weeks probably.” You looked to Jamie and smiled to each other.

“You look about ready to pop any moment!” Jamie’s dad chuckled.

“Yeah, you know it’s funny, the neighbor’s daughter, she barely showed the whole time. You would have thought she just had too much to eat maybe!” Jamie’s mum laughed as she took a bite.

You gave a half-hearted smile, staring down at your plate. You scraped some potatoes around with your fork as the conversation went on. Suddenly, you no longer had an appetite.

“You sure it’s not twins?” Sam asked, smirking.

“Nope. Just one baby, guys. You know, every body is different.” Jamie said, sitting up straight in his chair.

You put your fork down on your half-eaten plate and went to take a sip of water. You cleared your throat after swallowing, feeling the knot starting to form and your face getting hot. Jamie sensed your discomfort and discreetly reached his hand over to your thigh under the table, giving a light squeeze in support, before going back to his meal in front of him.

The conversation turned to a different topic after that. You sat staring at your plate as the rest of the table finished theirs. Jamie took both of your plates into the kitchen, as his mother took the other 3. After a moment, they walked back in to the dining area, Jamie’s mom holding a small cake with a few candles on it.

“And of course,” Jamie’s mum chimed. “We have chocolate cake for Sammy! Haaaappy birthday to you…” She began to sing, and everyone soon joined in, to Sam’s annoyance.

She placed the cake down, and you stared at it as Sam blew out his candles. Usually, you’d be excited for cake on any occasion, but all the comments about your pregnancy weight gain were running through your head and making you more upset by the second. Jamie’s dad begun slicing up the cake and passing out pieces around the table.

“Y/N, how big would you like yours?” He asked, looking at you.

“I um…I think I’m going to pass on it. I’m actually not really feeling that well at the moment. Excuse me.” You said, pushing your chair back, bringing your hand behind your back for support as you stood up and walked out of the room.

You walked into the kitchen, tears already starting to run over your cheeks. You trembled as you tried not to audibly cry and draw attention to yourself. You knew they didn’t mean any harm by their comments, or maybe even knew the power that they had, but you still couldn’t help but feel devastated. Before getting pregnant, you were generally fit. You ran a few times a week and hit the gym too. Your mind wandered, wondering if you could ever get back to your pre-pregnancy body. You worried that Jamie would stop being attracted to you. You leaned against the counter, wiping your face.

“I’ll be right back, I’m just going to go check on her.” You heard Jamie’s faint voice from the other room say.

His footsteps echoed as he came into the kitchen with you. You looked over at him, eyes and face reddened. His pace quickened as he stepped up to you and wrapped you in a tight embrace.

“Darling, are you alright?” He asked, stroking the back of your hair.

You sniffled. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Sorry? What on earth are you sorry for?” He asked, rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry I’ve let myself go. Even your family noticed too.” You took in a shaky breath, wiping another tear away.

“Oh, sweetheart, no. No, they didn’t mean anything like that. You know my parents; they’ve got no filter! Please don’t let that upset you like this.” He brought his hand to your cheek and caressed just under your cheek bone.

“I just…I feel so poorly about myself. It’s been really hard these last few weeks. I knew I would gain weight, but I just didn’t expect to feel this bad about it.” You looked down at your feet.

“Baby, look at me.” He brought a finger to your chin so that your eyes could meet. “Listen, you are beautiful. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever been lucky enough to lay eyes on. Your body is always and will always be beautiful. And you know what? Your body is doing a the most beautiful thing right now; it is growing our child and keeping him safe. And soon, it will bring that beautiful boy into the world and into our lives. You are gorgeous, and glowing, and I would not want anything any other way right now. I love you, always, Y/N.”

You smiled as more tears spilled over, but this time due to gratitude. Jamie placed a hand on the back of your head, pushing it forward to meet his lips to your forehead.

“I love you too, J.” You smile. “Thank you.”

“Now, why don’t we go back in there.” He held out his hand to lead you back towards his family.

Sitting down at the table, Jamie’s family spoke all at once asking how you were doing now. “I’m feeling much, much better.” You smiled over at Jamie. “And you know, I think the baby would really like a slice of cake.”

[damnation-if]

could you please tell us (under the cut of course XD) how the animals change our appearence? i am one of those who enjoys planing characters (legit in rpg games i like to spoil the whole story in order to create a character who fits thematically into it, so i can play it like a movie XD)

okay! i'm finally ready to answer this one in full haha... i've been waiting until i'd written all of this stuff so that i don't end up contradicting myself (which, i have finished writing all these choices now! which means i'm almost at the point where i'm ready to post the demo!! however, my laptop did decide to start trying to die on me recently so i'm not going to make grand plans for a release date in fear of jinxing myself...)

if anyone is worried about spoilers, definitely don't click this readmore link... otherwise, if you're curious, i'll go over some of the cc aspects for the possible demon forms under the cut!

there's a number of special choices for customisation, but the chief demonic-related ones are skin colour options based on what sin you end up selecting as your main aspect, and animal-inspired demonic forms.

Special Skin Colours

not everybody has to choose an inhuman skin tone; every player will have access to a choice of the range of regular skin colours, plus 1 special option based on the mc's sin aspect

Envy - emerald green

Gluttony - dusky rose pink

Greed - glittering gold

Pride - regal purple

Sloth - midnight blue

Wrath - blood red

Sinless - luminous silver

Animal-Inspired Demon Archetype

contrary to the skin options, every mc does have to choose an animal aspect that influences their demon form. everyone has access to a choice of 6, plus 1 extra based on their sin aspect (i've mentioned this in previous asks but am repeating it just for the sake of making this particular answer comprehensive).

i'll go over the specifics of what each option entails here! i will clarify first that the mcs always remain Mostly humanoid, as having to account for. beaks and snouts and so forth would create So Much variation in intimate scenes... too much for me to handle lmao. sorry if that's a disappointment but i am sadly only human!

Bat (always available)

leathery bat wings attached to the underside of mc's arms, reach from the underarm and torso below it down to the wrist. the colour of these matches the mc's skintone (whatever it may be)

long fingernails (not necessarily sharp) coloured silvery grey

ears replaced with fuzzy bat ears, the fur also being silvery grey

long sharp canine teeth like vampire fangs

Crow (always available)

feathered wings sprouting from the back (similar in shape and size to basically every portrayal of angels in popular culture), with glossy black feathers; these wings are Heavy

downy black feathers in places over the rest of the mc's body, chiefly in places of softer skin (ie. the insides of the wrists + the soft skin of the inner arm, hollow of the elbow, throat and around the sides of the face, the backs of the legs)

Crocodile (always available)

a long scaly tail covered in proper crocodile scutes (although i don't use that word in game because i'd have to stop everything to explain it lol). the colour of the tail matches the mc's other scales, which are just a few shades darker than the mc's skintone... it's long enough that the end will always drag on the ground behind mc no matter how tall they are; this tail is also Heavy

long sharp fingernails (not proper claws, but still sharp) and webbing between the fingers

sharp teeth for chomping

scales on areas of softer skin (as mentioned in the crow explanation) for protection

the crocodile form has some extra tall height options

Lion (always available)

lion tail, covered in golden-brown fur with a little tuft of fur at the end; flicks around like a regular cat/lion tail based on mc's emotions

lion mane in the same golden-brown colour as the tail framing the mc's face

ears replaced with furry round lion ears

long sharp fingernails (not proper claws, but still sharp) and sharp teeth for chomping

Peacock (always available)

feathered wings attached to the underside of mc's arms, reach from the back of the shoulder down to the wrist. these are coloured blue-green like a regular peacock's wings.

a tail of peacock tail plumes (coloured again like a regular peacock tail); these are long and a bit unwieldy but not particularly Heavy as such. at the start of the game, a peacock!mc doesn't really have any control over what the tail does - it will instinctively open and Display when the mc feels as though they're receiving positive attention or are Trying to get it. however, if you choose to play a particularly lawful character, over time you will be able to make it do specifically only what you want

long fingernails (not necessarily sharp) coloured blue-green like the feathers

eyelashes in varying shades of blue and green with golden tips

Scorpion (always available)

scorpion tail with a stinger at the end, covered in chitinous plates and coloured black; this tail is Heavy and unwieldy. like the peacock tail, the scorpion tail starts off reacting to mc's emotions (though anger or fear in this case) but can eventually be controlled if the mc is a particularly lawful character.

hard ridged skin covering areas of softer skin (as mentioned previously) and the outside of joints for protection

Moth (additional choice available with Envy)

fuzzy wings sprouting from the back (similar in shape and size to basically every portrayal of fairies in popular culture), which are coloured milky-white with mysterious patterns in iridescent blue and green and yellow that seem to shift and change as the light hits them.

fuzzy moth antennae sprouting from the forehead; these are sensitive like cat whiskers and basically sense vibrations in the air. they're coloured the same as mc's hair (mc's body hair if mc happens to be bald)

Bear (additional choice available with Gluttony)

long sharp fingernails (not proper claws, but still sharp) and sharp teeth for chomping

thick fur covering parts of mc's skin (in the same colour as mc's natural hair/bodyhair), starting at the side of mc's face, down the outer sides of the neck to cover the shoulders and collarbones and then down the outsides of the arms and torso and outer side and front of the legs

ears replaced with furry round bear ears

taller and broader than the original size of mc - the bear form has the most extra tall height options

Raccoon (additional choice available with Greed)

bushy furry raccoon tail in the standard black-and-white-striped raccoon colours; flicks around based on mc's emotions

long fingernails (not necessarily sharp) coloured black

ears replaced with black-and-white-furred semicircular raccoon ears

a change to the pigmentation of skin on mc's face to give the distinctive mask shape that raccoon's are famous for - a pure black skin pigmentation in the shape of the mask running horizontally in a strip around the eyes and a stripe down the mc's nose, plus pure white eyelashes and eyebrows

Stag (additional choice available with Pride)

digitigrade legs with hooves (picture basically every portrayal of fauns and satyrs in popular culture), with soft velvety fur in the mc's natural hair/body hair colour covering the legs below the knee; the hooves are split like proper deer hooves

small stubby furry deer tail

antlers sprouting from the forehead (deer antlers, typically the type people associate with reindeer and other smaller species, rather than elk antlers), which are coloured brown; these are Heavy

Snake (additional choice available with Sloth)

long sharp snake fangs that retract and can be deployed if the mc wants for self-defence, descending down in front of the regular teeth

snake scales covering large parts of mc's skin - basically all of the mc's body except for areas of softer skin (face, throat, chest and belly, palms of the hands and soft inner arms, inner thighs and pelvis, etc.). the scales are iridescent and diamond-shaped, coloured variously icy blue and white with shifting patterns

Bull (additional choice available with Wrath)

digitigrade legs with hooves (same as the stag version except without the fur, and the hooves are broader and rounder like proper cow hooves)

cow tail covered in fur in the mc's natural hair/body hair colour with a small tuft of hair at the end; flicks around based on mc's emotions

bull horns sprouting from the mc's temples that branch out before curving upwards and coloured black; these are Heavy

woo... that's a lot of info haha. i'm sure nobody will read all of this and just look for their favourites but wow did this take me a while XD all the things i had to learn... how do scorpions eat, what are the bumps on crocodile's backs called... feathers sprout from bird's skin from little holes called "invaginations"............ hoo boy

hopefully this is fun enough for everyone! too much more variation would be just. A Lot lmao

you may also have noticed that if you choose a fancy skin colour you can make a very Strange-looking mc... i'm not planning to restrict this (in fact the next thing i'm writing is all of the "you've never seen a green lion before but Somehow this has happened to you" options lmfao) if that's what you want to do XD

once again... hope you enjoy! i had a lot of fun with these, even though it took me a while haha

[rayofsunas]

s/o has freshly shaved legs. [2]

A/n: requested by anon, teehee. thank you!! also, not genshin related, but I just saw levi in the new season and whew, he could STILL get it if he asked :) also, to my readers out there, when I bring up “shoulder rides”, I know some some people may not feel comfortable with that (which is okay!), I didn’t type that to not include everyone, that’s why I wrote “he’s going to give you shoulder rides if you feel comfortable.” key word is comfortable, you guys can imagine this scene or not, it’s intended to not exclude anyone, despite size, etc. I only bring this up because I know a lot of readers may feel left out, but by insinuating comfortable, you’re free to imagine this or not! I hope I made sense/wasn’t rude <3 ;-; happy reading!!

Summary: s/o has freshly shaved legs.

Parings: Diluc/Reader, Xiao/Reader, Childe/Reader (all fem reader)

Warnings: swearing, nsfw themes implied, fluff?, crack

Word count: 1.5k

Diluc

Diluc is a pure GENTLEMAN, so he feels very guilty ogling at your legs

he’s drawn in because of how smooth and buttery (probably some lotion or oil he assumed) they look

eventually, after becoming embarrassed for staring, he’ll find the will to stop

after all, he’s a GENTLEMAN

but that doesn’t mean the thought of your legs leaves his mind, you’re dead fucking wrong

he can’t stop thinking about how soft they looked

if only he could reach out and touch you, just once, just for a second

goodness, he hates the way he feels and surprisingly, when Kaeya stops by the winery for his daily drink, diluc may or may not confide in his friend, brother, 

poor diluc, he’s too respectable and truly thinks it’s WRONG

“why can’t I stop staring at her legs?” he will mutter more to himself. “I feel disgusting.”

“well, she’s hot for one-”

poor Diluc, Kaeya is NO help, he only wants to flirt with you

Kaeya will continue to apologize and make cocky comments, but in the end he reassures it’s natural for lovers to feel this way

poor Diluc part 2

let's just say when he returns late in the dead of the night he refuses to even look at you

he’s so disturbed, poor boy, you’re probably his first s/o and he feels dirty for thinking lewdly about you from just seeing your thighs

he dips to your room so fast, he just wants to sleep it off

You were shocked, to say the least when he didn’t give you his usual hug and kiss on your cheek. Maybe he had a long day? That’s usually always the reason. But even then, before he retired for bed, he made sure to show some kind of affection. 

“Diluc, sweetheart, where are you going?” You called after him, ignoring how the servants kept trying to grab his jacket and hang it on one of the coat racks; he was having none of it.

“Bed.”

“Oh okay, wait, we can walk up together-” He was gone from sight. You sighed in annoyance, you disliked when he became distant. Nonetheless, you dismissed the three servants for the night and began traveling to your room.

Eventually, you arrived in your bedroom to find Diluc laying on the bed, clothes from today still on, as well as his boots. You clicked your tongue. Did he have to wear his boots in your bed? 

“Not even your boots are off?” You had said, shuffling around the bed to tug your lover's shoes off. He heard you grunt, seemingly having trouble with the simple task. 

In the meantime, he had taken notice of how you had shrugged off your robe and it was somewhere else in the room, leaving you only in a simple cotton nightgown. It wasn’t revealing at all, simple and classy how he liked it, but god damn it your legs were exposed.

A simple nightgown, that’s all it was, but why couldn’t it reach your ankles? No-he should not have such standards for you, especially when you’re comfortable. Why did he have to be so lewd...

“Was today a hard day? I didn’t see you after you left the winery earlier... Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” He huffed, you mocked him, sitting next to him on the bed, eyeing him carefully. You shifted and although it wasn’t meant to reveal any more skin, the movement had... 

“I’m not a very good mind reader, so you’re going to have to tell me if somethings wrong-”

“Please don’t sit like that...”

“Like what? This is a normal sitting position.”

“Yes but...” He’d huffed again. You knew Diluc well enough to know that he wouldn’t say anything else, it seemed he was already having trouble enough.

“Are you being a horndog?” 

“A what- I’m sorry who are you?” He teased, though utterly confused. “You’ve been hanging out with Aether too much.”

“It’s okay, I saw you staring earlier. I don’t mind.”

poor Diluc

Diluc.exe has stopped working

he can’t believe he was stupid enough to stare AND get caught doing so

you’ll simply just respond by saying, “It’s okay, Diluc. I don’t mind, it makes me feel attractive. At least I’m doing something right.”

lol, it doesn’t matter though, he’s a blushing mess 

all he can think is that he’s better than kaeya, he has standards for himself, staring at a woman's thighs is NOT respectable

even if you’re his fiancee

Xiao

says he doesn’t care when you show him how smooth your legs are

ARGUES and SASSES you when you say you know he’s entranced 

he continues to say no

well guess what, he’s a stone-cold liar

he’ll probably stare once or twice, but otherwise won’t let you distract him

instead, he’ll touch your legs in private (as long as it’s okay with you)

he claims he doesn’t care, but he enjoys how soft they are

like wow

never in his life did he think someone could be so soft

all he wants to do is touch your legs, but sadly he has his duties

I think he’d be the type to touch your calves when in bed (just laying, pls no sexy times)

like when you’re both getting ready for bed, he’ll guide your leg to lay over his waist so it’s sorta hooked around him, and he’ll just rub your calves pls

he likes giving you a massage, it's his way of showing physical affection

and although it does lull you to sleep, the gesture is also comforting for him too

he loves your soft legs

pls don’t ever stop shaving as long as you’re comfortable (he loves you with shaved legs or not)

he may or may not become a little baby if he can’t touch your soft legs

like he’s not gonna shed tears

but, he’s gonna be BITTER AF

SALTY, is the right word

You just wanted to get up to use the bathroom, hell you were gonna pee your pants. But Xiao would not let go. Unfortunately, he’s a light sleeper, so he felt you shifting in the bed when you went to get up. 

“Don’t leave.” He whispered. 

“I have to pee, Xiao.” You said, guiding his prying hands away from your leg. 

“Your legs, soft. Please sleep,” He muttered incoherently, smoothing a calloused palm over your thigh. 

You frowned at the black and teal haired man. “I’m legit going to pee myself if you don’t let go.”

He didn’t answer. In conclusion, he’d fallen back asleep.

Childe

you knew better than to wear skirts, dresses; anything that revealed your legs

or else you’d be the subject of your boyfriend’s comments and staring

this was your own doing, childe thought, your fault

when he’s caught staring by you or anyone, he doesn’t care

as long as you’re comfortable, he doesn’t care that he stares at your legs

some of the elders around Liyue Harbor will scold him for his rudeness, calling him inappropriate

they dislike him so much, not all, but a good handful

but he DOES NOT CARE 

as long as you’re comfortable, he’ll continue to stare as long as he’d like

yes, even if he’s a perverted horndog, he’s still a respectable perverted horndog, he’s going to make sure you’re okay with everything he does/says

pls, he’s going to give you shoulder rides if you feel comfortable, just to nuzzle his cheeks into your inner thighs

and he’ll run his hands over smooth knees

he LIVES for your smooth legs, also just wanna say he doesn’t mind if you haven’t shaved your legs either, you’re gorgeous either way 

he’s the ultimate horndog and does not try to hide it, like Diluc and Xiao

he’s like Kaeya, but let’s be real he’s not going to try and fit every flirtatious comment into EVERY sentence like him

he’s more of a physical guy ;)

he’s going to leave lingering touches on your legs, pinch them teasingly, do whatever as long as he gets to touch them

just gonna say this, but kisses on smooth thighs? muah, he does this and has zero shame

not even during sexy times, he’ll do it if he’s laying his head on your legs and they happen to be exposed

he does not care, he can do whatever he wants, this is his way of showing his affection towards you

“You’re going to suffocate! Get your head out from between my thighs,” You scolded the orange-haired man. He chuckled, giving you very nonchalant vibes.

It was getting harder and harder to ignore the passersby’s stares, why did they have to be so nosy? Well... this wasn’t necessarily something everyone wanted to see, even if it was entirely innocent, it did look highly inappropriate. 

“Plus we’re in public, Childe!” You noted. 

“Please, who cares!” He taunted, nuzzling his head even further. Your face flushed hot. 

“Your legs are soft.”

“Yes, but do you have to do it like that? This looks wrong-”

As I said, he does not care!!

2.4.21, rayofsunas

[sir-subpar]

Sinthia Lore post!

Below the cut!

Don't worry about the pic, I was just doing some facial expression practice lol

Here it is! Sinthia lore stuff/info! I'll start with physical details:

Though it may be hard to tell, her whole body is actually fuzzy. She does her best to smooth most of it down.

Out of the main cast, she is the tallest by far. Sadly most buildings around her don't account for her height, so she oftentimes has to lean down to get into places.

Since I had to redesign her legs (and she no longer has four of them) I decided to give her spider feet.

She does have venom, but it's pretty benign and not that dangerous. So her main self-defense mechanism is actually kicking. Considering her height, it's very effective.

She will have many different outfits, most of them will have some sort of spider theme.

She's based on a Simaetha Jumping spider. So, as the name implies, she's quite good at jumping and climbing.

She has gold patterns on her body, but she hides most of them under her clothes. It's part of why she always wears gloves.

Okay, time for more in depth stuff now.

Sinthia is both a witch and a seamstress. She makes mostly clothing, and likes to enchant what she makes. Sometimes she just does little spells, like clothes that change color. Sometimes she makes more substantial things like clothes that shift to fit better or change size.

She does her best to seem confident and collected, but she has her own insecurities and issues like anyone else. She feels a need for validation. She likes it when people find her impressive or beautiful, so she worries about people getting "too close". She thinks if people know her too well, they'll lose interest or think less of her.

She doesn’t really care about labels when it comes to her sexuality. She’s not straight, but she doesn’t really know/care what to call herself, she just likes who she likes.

She loves boots. Wearing them, making them, doesn't matter. She really likes thigh-high boots.

She has a lot of siblings. Nine of them, in fact. She's the 10th sibling. She wasn't given a lot of attention and love like her other siblings, which is part of why she wants so many people to pay attention to her. 

She doesn’t have a good relationship with her parents.

She sometimes helps Dr Damus by making materials for him (she makes clothes on commission) like new masks, gloves, etc.

Side note:

She and Samwell know each other, they're kind of friends(?) They aren’t super close. She pulls pranks on him and he still hasn't caught on to one of them. A few years ago, Sinthia enchanted part of his farm to grow zucchini no matter what. Sounds great right? Well.. Now he can't grow anything else in that part of his farm. Only zucchini. I'll explain how he handles it in his lore post later on, this post is about Sinthia.

How about some Sinthia x Y/N stuff?

Sinthia's spider abdomen (aka: "spider butt") shakes when she really likes someone, similar to when a dog wags their tail. 

If Y/N is shorter than her, (which is common) there's a high chance that she'll hold them/lift them off the ground often. Carry them around and whatnot :)

She finds couples dancing really romantic. 

She will make her s/o clothes. She's a designer, she makes clothes, so yeah, she'll dress up her significant other. If she gets married, she'll make the wedding attire.

Y/N is not safe from small, mischievous pranks. Prank her back.

She'll only trust someone she's really close with to see her hidden patterns, since she's self-conscious about them. ( fun fact: her "fingerless gloves" aren't actually fingerless. She just designed them to look like fingerless gloves).

She’s practically nocturnal, not an early bird at all, so don’t try to wake her up in the morning, it’s a good way to get spider-kicked.

She doesn’t really care for flowers, she does like gems though! She can use them in her work, enchant them, or just keep them.

I’m still working out her character, like all the others, lol.

[shorkbrian]

you got any delusional/love sick yan Kiri on valentines day👀👀

You said lovesick and my mind jumped to

(What to expect - no NSFW, drugging, manipulation, marriage talks lol)

(inspired by when I was in the hospital and high off of whatever drug they fed me, I was so relaxed and did whatever the heck they asked. I had to get a catheter and they were like “Strip kid” and no questions I shucked off my scrubs right then and there, spread my legs when they asked, had no worries nor a care in the world. I agreed to anything and everything they proposed bc I was loopy as hell, glad my parents were there to like reel me in afterwards)

“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

A hand on your shoulder eases you from your slumber, blinking awake into the soft light of the morning.

“Breakfast in bed, your favorite-” Kirishima’s grinning wide, eyes big and full of love.

He’s pulled back the curtains, straightened up your room a bit, placed a vase full of flowers on your dresser, directly in your line of sight.

There’s a tray on the bed, a plate stacked with fruit, toast, and a cup of warm tea on the side. Tucked in the corner of the tray is a little red, heart shaped box.

“K-Kiri? What are you-”

“Here, open up!” The man is picking a strawberry, pinching it’s leaves, shoving it against your lips, but you turn your head to the side, brows furrowed.

He shouldn’t be here.

You shove his hand away with a stern look. “What the hell, how did you get in?” there’s no trace of sleepiness in your demeanor as you sit up.

Kiri waves his hand. “Ah, that doesn’t matter-”

“No, it totally does-” You huff out a sarcastic laugh. “I took your key back. How the hell did you get in Kirishima?”

The man deflated slightly, placing the strawberry back on the plate. He was sitting on the bed, shoes off, in casual clothes. “You know me, always loosing’ that thing. I made a bunch of copies for when I got drunk and couldn’t find my keys.” A toothy, apologetic smile is offered, but you’re furious.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you need to get the fuck out of my house. We’re done. It hasn’t even been a month, Kiri, I told you I wanted to take a break and that I needed space.”

Kirishima bites his lip, bows his head, looks up at your through his eyelashes like a wounded puppy. “But I missed you, and-well... it’s Valentines Day...”

“Get out Kiri, this is ridiculous. This is why I needed a break from our relationship in the first place. You can’t respect my boundaries.” You maneuver around the tray, slipping off the bed and onto your feet, before facing your ex-boyfriend. “Now leave.”

He doesn’t move.

No, he just sits there, staring at you. Then he sighs heavily, sadly, as if you had just insulted his manliness. “At least open the present I got you?”

“No Kirishima, please just go. And get rid of the copies you’ve made of my key. That’s fucking creepy.”

The redhead bristled at that, shoulders rising defensively. Yet still, he refused to move from his spot on the bed. “Hey, it’s not weird! They’re backups-”

“So you can come snoop through my stuff when I’m gone? I don’t want you around anymore.”

Maybe you were being harsh, but you had tried being nice.

Tried letting him down gently, that you wanted to work on yourself and focus on your career. That you wanted him to find someone who could give the same effort that he did, since you obviously weren’t.

Then you had been firmer after he didn’t accept it, explaining that he was smothering you in this relationship, guilt tripping you every time you wanted to go out, trying to manipulate you into feeling bad for him when you chose to do anything but spend time with the man.

He was co-dependent, and reliant on your presence to a frankly alarming degree.

Your stern words seemed to get through to him. The man nodded slowly, running his hands over his face. “God, okay, I’m sorry. I know I can be a little much. I just thought maybe.... I don’t know, that I could fix this? Fix us?”

“Breakfast in bed isn’t going to fix anything, especially not when you break into serve it.” You snipe, feeling a little cold, exposed in your big pajamas. It was warmer under the covers.

“I didn’t! I didn’t break in! I have a key-”

“Just leave, please.”

Kirishima sighed again, before he reached over the tray, picking up the heart shaped box. “Open the present and have one, then I’ll leave?”

Anything to get him going. This was how the two of you would fight, you struggling to make yourself heard, to be respected, and Kirishima completely ignoring your wants, stubborn and unrelenting in his desires.

You took the box as he held it out to you, quickly lifting up the lid to see mini chocolates. Classic Valentine gift.

“Just one? Then I promise I’ll go.” He pleaded.

A chocolate was selected, one with little sprinkles on the rounded top. You had to admit, they did look delicious.

Your ex-boyfriend always was a generous man, insisting upon giving. Giving back rubs, giving kisses, giving you prime cuddles and giving you undying love. 

“Can I feed it to you?”

A glare was shot his way, and Kirishima quickly fell silent.

One bite, then two, and the chocolate was gone. it was sweet, almost sickly so. When Kirishima left, you’d be throwing the entire box into the trash.

“Good girl.” His voice was low, mischievous, and your body heated up at the praise while you swallowed the chocolate down.

“’Kay, I had some, it was lovely, now get out.”

He rose to his feet, and you were reminded of his size, intimidated immediately by the way the man towered over you. You’d forgotten how big he was in the time you’ve spent apart.

But he moved past you without another word, out of your bedroom. 

You followed him down the hall, through the dining room, to the front door, where he stopped and turned.

“I know why you’re really pushing me away, (Y/N).”

“Oh, do you.” Crossing your arms, you waited for his explanation. 

“You’re scared. You found the ring, didn’t you? I understand if you don’t want to get married just yet, but I wish you had just told me that instead of freaking out.”

Ring? What ring? Marriage?

Kiri continued. “I’m willing to wait. I’ll always wait for you, no matter how long it takes. You can’t rush love, baby, you taught me that.”

Your face felt warm, he couldn’t be serious. Marriage? The two of you had been dating for a significant amount of time, but there had never been any talk of marriage.

“Kiri-”

The man took two steps towards you, invading your personal space. You tried to backpedal, overwhelmed by his sudden, looming presence, but meaty hands gripped your arms, locking you in place.

“Are you starting to feel it yet?” His face was too close, warm breath splashing against your skin, those dark red eyes searching your own, eager, anticipating.

“What? Kiri, let me go-”

“It’ll kick in real soon I bet, and then the real Valentine’s Day fun will start. Fuck-” The man breathed, pushing himself back from you a bit, taking a deep breath. “I’m so excited that I get to be with you again. I’m going to treat you right, you won’t ever have to feel afraid of commitment again. I’ll be the best boyfriend, best fiancé, best husband, best dad-”

“Kiri-” You gasped, struggling in his hold. The man didn’t even notice, lost in his own convoluted fantasy as he stared down at you with affection. You were starting to feel warm, woozy.

What was he saying about something kicking in?

“Did you-oh my god, did you drug me?” Is that why he had been so insistent about the chocolate?

“It’s not really a drug, more of a relaxer!” His smile was so bright, teeth too sharp. You felt unsteady on your feet. “I know you’ve been stressed out lately, and that's another reason why you needed a “break”, so this is the perfect way to relax!”

When had he picked you up? Kirishima was carrying you back towards your bedroom, bridal style. You rested against his chest blearily, blinking your eyes in confusion as your world spin.

“A nice breakfast, some cuddles...” He cooed, setting you on the bed, climbing up after you so he could rest you against his side. You felt like you were asleep, dreaming maybe? You didn’t know. 

Kirishima held a strawberry up to your lips. “Open sweetheart-” You opened, bit down, chewed, swallowed.

“We can mess around a little, I’ll light some candles- oh! And I brought wine too! We can drink some wine, play with each other.... I love you so much, (Y/N).”

A kiss, pressure against your lips, body crushed in a hug against a broad, muscular chest. You relaxed into it. Nothing felt real.

“We’re gonna spend the rest of our life together.”

[the-mostdiabolik-of-lovers]

Matchup please?~

I'm a very short girl, average weight (and more on the flat side lol), very pale skin and dark hair and eyes, with partial heterocromia in one of them. I tend to feel cold easily.

I'm very shy and introverted, suffering from anxiety especially when it comes to social interactions. People often say I'm smart, and I've always been very good at school but little do they know, I actually never study much and what saves me is my good memory and my absolute fear of failing and not meeting either my own or others' expectations. Sadly though, this trick doesn't work with Math because my brain can't understand anything past the four operations, no matter how hard I try 💔

I'm very harsh on myself and I'm often a perfectionist. I love animals a lot, especially cats and birds. I'm typically quiet and I don't talk much, I especially hate small talk BUT if the conversation is about something I actually care about, then I easily get carried away with it, raising my voice and putting so much passion and emotions into what I say.

I have a good sense of humor and, despite my anxiety and shyness, I laugh easily. I love drawing and I quite enjoy baking, plus I like playing videogames and watching movies (but I can't help but commenting the movie as I'm watching it, which often bothers the people around me lol).

I like discussing philosophical matters and I'm quite a melancholic person, often feeling stuck in the past as I struggle to let go of it. Speaking of which, I've been bullied a lot and I haven't really recovered from those traumas yet (I have severe trust issues).

I adore things that are commonly viewed as childish such as plushies, and I collect mugs/cups. I love hot tea and I drink a bit too much of it ... I also have a sweet tooth in general and I can't stand spicy flavors.

I may seem all proud and mighty during a verbal fight, but if you hit the wrong nerve I'll start crying a lot and feel very helpless and vulnerable.

Despite not being a blatantly rebellious person, I'm definitely not the submissive type either and I'll probably try to rebel by outsmarting the other person without being noticed. I hate it when things aren't at least partially under my control so I guess you could say I'm lowkey a dominant person although I don't seem like it on the outside. I'm pretty cuddly especially when I feel down, but I'm not clingy and I absolutely need my my alone time.

Huh I don't know what else to say// I hope that's enough, haha~

I wish you a great day 💗

YOU’RE MATCHED WITH RUKI MUKAMI!

“You’re slacking behind again, come now. You know you must study to avoid overwhelming yourself and buying into your perfectionism, Livestock. Here, let me get you started.”

Appearance:

　　❈  Layers, layers, layers. Ruki will not let you leave the house without  a decent amount of layers on since you tend to feel cold easily. He won’t have you catching a cold on his watch.

　　❈  Short is fine by him. You’re shorter than him, even in heeled-shoes (hopefully) so he’s perfectly content with how that makes him feel.

　　❈  He doesn’t really care about chest-size. Sure, one or two comments may be made for his own amusement, but he’s no Ayato so you’e not going to find him complaining.

　　❈  He finds your eyes stunning. Kou technically is in the same boat as you, but Ruki finds your heterocromia particularly nice to look at.

Personality:

　　❈  Ruki isn’t opposed at all to the fact that you’re more quiet and shy than some others. He likes the peace and quiet, and enjoys spending time with you in the quiet when he can. Of course, though, he does enjoy when you both have something nice to talk about  or reminisce on.

　　❈  He probably notices you don’t study often and, instead, use your memory and fears to achieve good grades. So, prepare for a shift in your schedule; He is going to ensure you don’t overwhelm yourself and feed into any of these fears. You will be studying.

　　❈  From time to time, Ruki also seems to be nothing but harsh on you too, but he only wants the best for you. He is also one hell of a perfectionist, so trust him to be just as worked up as you about grades and the like. Together, you’ll need to work on taking a chill pill and relaxing. 

　　❈  He actually loves when you get worked up about something you’re interested in. The passion and emotion you display really reminds him why he finds such a deep interest in you.

　　❈  You’re also both deep thinkers, so you work perfectly together when discussing ideas and reflecting on life. Both of you can be stuck in the past too, but in certain ways, you ease each other out into the here and now.

　　❈  Ruki acknowledges your more sensitive sides and takes care most of the time to avoid striking any nerves (unless that’s his aim). He has a way with words, so these verbal fights ma easily get out of hand, after all.

　　❈  You needn’t be totally submissive to him, no. Your lowkey dominance is something he finds thrilling; Something he enjoys both subduing and re-enforcing depending on his own mood.

Your Interests:

　　❈  You for sure bake together. It’s Ruki after all. He notes your sweet tooth especially to make sweeter things (much to Azusa’s distaste).

　　❈  Video games and moves are something he usually just takes a back seat with. He’ll watch you play or watch the movie, but doesn’t ever seem overly interested/invested so your commentary is actually engaging for him.

　　❈  Drawing though? He loves that hobby, as it’s more quiet. He can read whilst you draw, it’s perfect.

　　❈  He may or may not be financially invested in our plushies (if you beg him, he’ll be spending a eye-watering amount on it). 

Other Possible Matches: Kou Mukami, Carla Tsukinami.

[cult-of-the-gundead]

...so i think the change character options for gestalt are a little broken.

i did some further experimentation, and it seems, at least to me, that if you select gestalt as your player model in playground mode, it just turns you into a giant grunt, no matter which version of him you choose (and sadly, it does not just turn you into a giant version of your current model afaik, so no giant hofnarrs, trust me, i tried switching to hofnarr as gestalt and got nothing other than regular hofnarr😔)

and yes, the spawn units menu gestalts DO spawn in normally!... and run around aimlessly, mostly into walls and each other.

so naturally, this prompted further experimentation

weapons seem to be normal sized compared to your model, which just leads to comedic things like the binary toothpick shown here...

...and this minigun living up to it’s name seen here. also look at how the grunt gestalt (gruntstalt?) holds the gun lol

opening menus is much more of a hassle on top of this, due to your much larger form requiring more precise positioning to access the prompt to use them. this means, as the largest gestalt, you cannot leave the room via the door or access the change character menu anymore afaik

melee weapons are also swung VERY fast, to the point it looks comedic.

i dunno what else to add, so here’s a bunch of regular grunts with their papa gruntstalt. when they all swarm around you, they kind of lift him up :) i think it’s kind of cute lol

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: Movie Nights with the (Bat)Boys™ Pt. 1

12 Days of Batmas || Day 8—Watching Holiday Specials

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: a compromise with indigo eyes || decorating your home

|| ao3 version | 12 days m.list | batboys tag | main blog ||

|| dames day 8 | jay day 8 | tim day 8 ||

Movie nights are an all-day event with him, ngl.

Mans will legit take off of work and beg out of his nightly duties as well if that’s what it takes to get your schedules to sync up.

Some people might say that he’s doing the most, but those people would be wrong and should really mind their own business, tbh.

↠ Requested By: No one, technically ((but given the fact that I’ve been working on this series since last year I’m sure you’re all ready for me to wrap this ish up lmao)) ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ so if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs/TWs: None ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: ~800

So there’s no ficlets this time around folks. sorry about it but I just couldn’t come up with anything sadly. But! They’re pretty lengthy (they’re all 700+ words) so that’s something ig. Anyways, that’s enough rambling from me—have at it and (hopefully) enjoy!

Headcanon || WC: ~800

🌟 You just know he lives for stuff like this.

Dick is a man that absolutely thrives on time spent with his baby. Unfortunately being a detective as well as a vigilante’s a real time suck, so he doesn’t get to spend nearly as much time with you as either of you would like.

This makes all the time that does get to spend with you purposeful, which imo makes it even more special.

But this is all only tangentially related, so back to the HC at hand.

🌟 Movie nights are an all-day event with him, ngl.

Mans will legit take off of work and beg out of his nightly duties as well if that’s what it takes to get your schedules to sync up.

Totally goes all out—I’m talking a plethora of snacks, blankets, pillows, and fairy lights all tucked away in one of the most elaborate pillow forts you’ve ever seen in your life.

Will insist that you get in your comfiest clothes. Said clothes may or may not be matching onesies that he’s bought specifically for just such an occasion lol.

Despite all the room in the fort he’ll p. much keep you in his lap for the duration if you’ll let him. He’s a cute, clingy thing, but we been knew.

((the only real problem with this positioning is the fact that you’re gonna have to deal with him smacking in your ear/getting crumbs in your hair/etc. so have fun with that lmao))

When he’s not turning your head into an impromptu bib, he’s laid out over you. Doesn’t matter what your stature is in comparison to his—he’s gonna flop the whole of his bulk on to you like a giant man-cat.

By his estimation it’s a win either way it goes. If you’re smaller than him then he gets to cuddle-smoosh you (ofc he’s always careful to keep from actually hurting you/making you uncomfortable) and if you’re the same size or bigger he gets to be the cuddle-smooshee lol.

🌟 Will probably, no definitely, fall asleep on you at some point.

More like multiple times, actually.

Look—honey’s a cop as well as a Bat, can you really blame him?

His hype’ll see him staying up for like the first half an hour, but eventually all the rest that he’s been missing out on will demand its due. Doesn’t help that he’s stuffed himself full of sugary junk, so if his exhaustion doesn’t get him the sugar crash will.

He will totally try to play it off like he wasn’t sleeping. He’ll wake up just long enough to say something random that you guess is supposed to pertain to the movie, but doesn’t really make much sense before knocking out again.

He’ll only admit to falling asleep if you refuse to rewatch the movie with him—the movie that he only wants to rewatch because it was just that good, honest! Lots of “But looove, I was asleep! It doesn’t count!” and pouting and the like until you break lol.

🌟 When he’s not dozing, he’s another one that likes to chatter while he watches.

And it won’t just be about the movie either. His brain has a tendency to bounce around a lot during his downtime, so expect lots of tangents—but don’t worry, it’s something you’ll get use to fairly quickly, if you’re dating him.

Also a big fan of drinking games; this can be a boozy experience if you so choose, but he’s also cool with using non-alcoholic beverages or really any alternative that you can come up with.

He always picks a set of rules that he knows will get a lot of penalties out of both of you because anything less wouldn’t be fun.

((i.e. take a sip every time the business minded leading lady is mean to the small town hunk/chug the glass for every on the nose town name/etc.))

🌟 He already owns pretty much every holiday related movie known to man.

He’s not usually one for things like itineraries as he finds more enjoyment in letting things unfold as they may, but this is one of the few instances he’ll bend on that.

Because he does have so many movies to choose from, never mind the fact that like a dozen-plus Made for TV joints come out every year, he’ll sit down with you days in advance so that you can plot out what you want to watch.

He’s not at all picky about the lineup; so long as A Charlie Brown Christmas is somewhere in the mix he’s good.

🌟 So yeah, movie nights with Dick are always a good time (to the surprise of literally no one lol) so just kick back and enjoy having you man all to yourself for the whole of the day.

🌟 Up Next: Day Nine || Kissing Under the Mistletoe ((check back tomorrow!!))

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[aslitheryprinx]

Fake Fic Titles:

You Look So Different When You're Sleeping

Under The Moonlight

Please Don't Leave Me

There's A Monster in the Sky, in the Wood, in the Fields

These prompts are all so good!! Again, I kind of wrote a LOT for this lol. I hope you enjoy!

CW: some fear and panic, sacrifice.

Nothing too dark this time.

You look so different when you're sleeping

A borrower is rarely active during the day. It is much safer to borrow when the humans are asleep, less likely to see you. Ranboo has no desire to borrow during the day. The very few times he's been awake while the humans were have been terrifying. He's never even had a close call; there's just something frightening about watching humans move and interact with the world, even from a hidden position. They're too fast for something so large; too attentive, too intelligent. They are loud and smart and utterly petrifying, and Ranboo will stick to borrowing at night, thank you very much.

But... In the darkness, in the peace and quiet of the night, the humans aren't quite as frightening. They're still and calm while they sleep, expressions lax and breathing deep and slow. It's almost... Peaceful seeing the giant beings so still and gentle.

He probably shouldn't be here, shouldn't be watching the human sleep with such fascination. But he's done everything thing he needs to do... And everything he doesn't need to do. He has no chores to keep him occupied, has enough food stored to last for weeks if it keeps that long. He has nothing to do, and finds himself drifting to the human's room. He climbs the nightstand, only a little nervous at how close he is to the dangerous being, and watches.

It's relaxing somehow, and the human looks much less like a dangerous threat like this. He looks more like a person. Which he is, humans are people, but it's hard to remember that when they walk past and all he can think of is how easily a single step could crush him.

He feels calmer than he has in a while, and watching someone sleep makes him sleepy. He's tempted to blink his eyes shut, but he can't while still in a dangerous place. But he's tired enough he should probably head home.

Ranboo stands up, and is about to start the climb back down the nightstand when the human shifts.

Instantly he's alert, adrenalin flooding his body. He doesn't know whether to run, try to make it to the floor before the human wakes up or to hide on the nightstand and pray he isn't seen.

He's too slow to decide, to frozen with indecision, and the humans eyes snap open. A second later, an eye half his size filled with a terrifying amount of intelligence rests on him.

There's a blink as the human registers his presence, then the human is sitting up, laser focused on him.

Ranboo trembled under the gaze, wishing he could just teleport away to safety. The human had looked much less terrifying when he was sleeping.

Under the Moonlight

Please don't leave me

Ok I'm just gonna bullet point this one lol.

Phil is an immortal with a strange curse

When he's beneath the moonlight, he can move. But when he's no longer touched by the light from the moon, he freezes into a solid statue.

This causes a lot of problems, and he's found out the hard way that's he can't die. If he's smashed to pieces, he'll just wake up beneath the next moon, completely fine.

One night when the moon is not out, a strange man finds him and takes him home.

The man, Technoblade, restores damaged statues, sculpture, and similar art in his free time, and Phil is apparently damaged enough to need restoration.

Eventually Phil is placed by a window. The problem is, the moon only shines through for less than an hour each night.

Phil needs to figure out how to escape outside in that short time frame... Without alerting the human, who seems far too perceptive.

Wilbur should've known better. Really, falling asleep while outside of the fae realm? That was just asking for trouble. Any human, or just a wild animal for that matter could stumble across him and that would be that.

At least he'd had the sense to stay in his insect form. To any passing humans, he just looked like a butterfly. Perhaps his brilliant blue wings were a little unusual, but not enough to draw suspicion.

Unfortunately, his butterfly appearance did not seem to help him any this time. Because when Wilbur woke up, he was in a jar.

He'd been caught, by a human child no less. And according to the natural laws of the world, his magic wouldn't work once he'd been trapped, not until his captor decided to release him.

Wilbur was in quite the conundrum. There was no way the kid was going to release a cool butterfly he caught. But if Wilbur revealed himself, there was no guarantee he'd want to release the even cooler fairy. Still, being in his normal form would at least give him a chance of talking his way out, and he didn't want to spend the rest of his life in a jar.

With a sigh, he shed his insect disguise. As expected the kid gasped, and gazed down at him with wide eyes.

"Woah!!!" the young human gasped, raising the jar higher and staring at Wilbur. He couldn't lie, having someone so much larger than him looking so closely at him was a little unnerving. But Wilbur put on a charming smile to talk to them.

"Hello!" He said, and the human kid grinned.

"Hi!" He replied excitedly. "You're a fairy? I've never met a fairy before! What's your name?"

Did... Did the child not know anything about fairies? Did he not know the power names held? Well if not, Wilbur certainly wasn't going to tell him. He also wasn't going to give him his full name, whether or not the kid could use it or not.

"You can call me Wilby," he said, unable to tell a complete lie. It was a little bit embarrassing to give the kid his childhood nickname, but it would do.

"Wilby," the kid repeated and despite his awkward situation, Wilbur had to fight the urge to coo. The kid didn't say his own name, however, so he decided to push slightly.

"What's yours?" He asked, not an ounce of deception in his voice.

"I'm T- uhhh I mean I can't tell you. The adults say we can't give our names to strangers."

Damn. At least he didn't know why, which meant Wilbur still might be able to get out of this.

"That's ok," he says, showing none of his disappointment. "We'll just have to become friends first."

He's a little startled when tears spring up in the kid's eyes and he sniffles. Oh dear.

"Really?" The kid asks. "You'll really be my friend, Wilby?"

That should have no right to make his heart melt. He was trapped in a jar for fuck sake! He needed the kid to free him, not make him feel soft.

"Of course," Wilbur said. "Could you let me out of the jar first?"

The kid hesitates and he fights the urge to curse. It's worth a try, but he gets the feeling it won't be that easy.

"But... if I let you out, you'll go away," the human says sadly. It's true, but Wilbur refuses to feel guilty for that fact. "And then I won't have any friends at all."

"I can't be your friend if I'm in a jar," Wilbur tries. "Then I'm just a prisoner." The kid hesitates even more.

"How about this," Wilbur hedges. If you promise to let me out, I'll be your friend."

The human lights up.

"You promise?" He asks. Wilbur words his promise very carefully, knowing he'll be held to it by his own nature.

"I promise that if you let me out, I'll be your friend," he says, and the human cheers.

"Now we're friends forever!" He says excitedly. "And I'll let you out when we get home and you can live with me and, and-"

Wilbur tunes him out. He can feel the promise taking hold, which means the kid really does intend on letting him out. Luckily being friends with someone doesn't influence his mind, but he's still in the jar.

"Hey, do you want to play a game?" He asks. The kid brightens.

"Yes! What game?" He nearly shouts.

"We'll play Simon Says," Wilbur says with a grin. The name had become commonplace, but few humans knew the origin of the game.

"Can I go first?" The kid asked. If Wilbur interpreted the question as the kid playing first rather than giving the commands then...

"Yes," he said truthfully, as all fairies must. "But we're going to play a more fun version. You use your own name instead."

"Oh," The human said, disappointed. "But I'm not supposed to tell my name to strangers."

Wilbur feels victory, tantalizingly close.

"Well we aren't strangers anymore, are we?" He asks reasonably. The child's face brightens, and he gasps in delight.

"You're right," he says. "we're friends now! My name is Tommy!"

And just like that, Wilbur has his ticket to freedom.

"Tommy," he croons, testing the power behind the name. Tommy instantly sways in place, eyes glazing over.

"Saemonsae, Tommy," Wilbur says, speaking the true name of the spell that gives him power over anyone who gives up their name. It's the easiest spell to perform; he never met another fairy who couldn't use this spell. Even while trapped, the spell was child's play.

"Open the jar, Tommy," he commands sweetly. Instantly, the child is moving, unscrewing the lid. Wilbur flutters free, heart soaring. He circles the dazed human's head a few times before landing on the lid of the jar.

If he were a crueler being, he could pay back the imprisonment a hundredfold. If he wished, he could make Tommy do anything he wanted. A dark part of him, the part that was the most instinctual part of being a fairy, wanted to. It wanted to trap the silly boy and show him that fairies weren't toys, weren't creatures to be trifled with.

The rest of him knew that Tommy was just a kid. He would make Tommy take back the deal, the one that still bound him to be the child's friend.

But... Tommy was crying. He froze, watching the kid, still under his power sniffle. Maybe he was scared? It was very likely. He didn't have control of himself anymore, and that would scare most adults.

"Wilby," Tommy sniffled. Wilbur was morbidly curious. What would the child say while scared? Would he ask to be spared? To be freed? Wilbur wouldn't hurt him regardless, but he wanted to know. He let Tommy keep talking.

"Wilby, are you leaving?" He asked, and suddenly another part of Wilbur rose up at the desperation in the child's voice. He felt his face soften, and then Tommy spoke the final words that pierced Wilbur's heart.

"Please don't leave me alone," the little human child begged. Not worried at all about Wilbur abusing the power he had and hurting him; just wanting Wilbur to stay. How lonely was this young human, that he became so attached to the first friendly person he met? (And how soft was Wilbur, that he was already attached as well?)

"I won't leave you," Wilbur decided on a whim.

Fairies could be many things. Cruel and kind, gentle and vicious, completely truthful while being manipulative. They were also be selfish.

Wilbur liked Tommy. He was his friend because of the promise he'd made, the one that he could make the child release at any moment. But the human was also lonely and sad, and the fairy decided he was Wilbur's.

"Saemonsae, Tommy," he repeated, and the human would do as he asked. "You're going to live with me."

There's a Monster in the Sky, in the Woods, in the Fields.

It has been centuries since humanity was safe on the surface. When the Endless War of the the gods broke out, at the end of it all, the earth went to the victors. It was only by the grace and mercy of the dual gods of the Underground and Wealth that humanity was not subjugated by the powerful gods above.

The cave Tommy's village lives in is close; far too close to the territories of several very powerful gods. Their village gives sacrifices every year; the best cow in the village, the most bountiful portion of their crops. Yet still, the gods seek unsatisfied. Each year the twisting trees from the woods grow closer, and the wild crops from the field creep towards the entrance of their cave, and the sky peeks more and more through the slowly crumbling ceiling of the cave.

For centuries, the village has increased their sacrifices, giving all they can without starving their own people. Each household gives until it hurts, leaving behind everything they can spare, sometimes parting with sentimental items. It's never enough. Finally, there is only one more way to escalate the sacrifices.

They must give the gods a life to be free.

With great reluctance, the elders choose a child to be sent out. He is innocent, and he is alone. His sacrifice will be tragic, but better a poor waif with no family to miss him then one of the children of the families around. It must be a child; innocence is essential to a good sacrifice and they cannot afford to slight the gods.

The boy's name is Tommy, and he's terrified as he's tied up and dragged go the entrance of the cave. The priests are covered head to toe, so they tread as little on sacred ground as possible. Tommy is barefoot, dressed only in loose robes that fall past his knees.

He shakes as he's placed perfectly between the wild fields and dark woods, open and seen by the sky above.

The priests tie the ropes to the ground and return to the village, muttering prayers as they go. No matter how he tries, Tommy cannot free himself from the bindings. He struggles until he hears a snap of a foot on a branch.

From the woods, he comes. He is the first to arrive, and the sight of him makes Tommy's heart tremble in his chest from the sheer terror.

He is a giant, as the gods tend to be. Towering easily above the trees of his domain, and looking down at where Tommy lays bound with a curious gleam in his eyes. His eyes are a warm brown like sunwarmed soil. Brown eyes should not be able to glow, but rules don't apply to gods. His curling brown hair looks a bit like branches, and he has a crown of leaves braided around his head like a circlet. It distracts him for a moment from the pointed ears that could never be mistaken as human and the razor sharp fangs from a mouth big enough Tommy felt faint with fear.

"What have we here?" The god asks, voice melodic and resonating through Tommy's entire being. There's something almost sad in his voice, and Tommy feels the emotion despite his fear. "A little gift from the humans, I suppose."

"Are you sure this gift is for you?" a deep voice calls from behind Tommy. He freezes, a fresh wave of terror washing over him. He turns to find a second god, standing tall and proud in the fields.

He is meant to be a god of harvest, but the scent of blood fills Tommy's nose. The god looks far more like a king than a farmer, with an intricate crown of gold resting on his head. His hair is a vibrant pink, and Tommy had never found the color so intimidating as when this powerful looking god wore it. His ears and mouth were the same as the other gods, but his eyes were a terrible red, looking like blood might spill from them at any moment.

"After all," he continued, and the powerful sound made Tommy feel like his bones were vibrating in his body, "he seems to be in my field."

"Perhaps," the god of the forest says, and although there is no anger in his voice, Tommy tenses at what must be a growing argument between gods.

"You cannot deny," the Woods continues, "That he is also in my forest. He is partially bound to the roots of a tree."

"And partially bound to the soil of my fields," the harvest god finishes.

Tommy squeezes his eyes shut, breathing shakily. It is said gods rarely share. Especially when it comes to matters of power, such as sacrifices, they will not accept others taking what is theirs. Will they fight to have all of him? Or will they tear him perfectly in half, split him and call it even? No matter the outcome, Tommy doesn't see himself surviving, and he whimpers quietly.

The sound of wings fluttering startles him, and he opens his eyes. The two gods must have heard it as well, because they fall silent.

Tommy's eyes catch a single feather, floating down from the sky. Despite the third shadow that is now falling over him, all he can do is watch the falling feather as is slowly drifts down, landing right next to him. It is as black as the night, looks soft as silk... And is twice as long as he is tall. He shudders uncontrollably, finally gazing up at the third god; the god of the sky.

He catches sight of him and his breath catches in his throat. That is not a mere god of the sky.

Wings as dark as death stretch behind him. He is cloaked in dark green robes that cover his hands. Soft blonde hair falls around his face, and an unmistakeable hat covers his eyes and his pointed ears. Tommy has seen his likeness carved into countless statues, painted onto the walls of the cavern, etched into books.

This was one of the Two; this was the Angel of Death, the god over all endings.

"Don't tell me you have a claim on him as well," the forest god says lightly, and Tommy shudders at the idea. The Angel of Death laughs.

"He's been placed equally between Woods, Fields and Sky; I believe we are meant to share him."

The gaze of three gods, one of them one of the two most powerful beings in the universe fall on him, and Tommy's terror becomes too much to handle. His vision goes dark, and he knows no more.

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Hi Vaunna, now that you've seen the Submerged map played a few times, do you have fic ideas? I'm thinking about an imposter and crewmate wio both realize they're not gonna make it to the oxygen masks and spend the last few seconds together. Extra points if it's it's imposter who called the alarm.

something i’ve never said before: i think the prompt was meant to be angsty but as i was writing it it just got funny and i didn’t want to change it LMAO

there's just something about this duo that brings out the best dialogue lol

…

“I don’t trust you,” Astro states, glancing sideways at Brody.

Brody shrugs as he pretends to do a task. “I don’t really care.”

He taps the oxygen button and the alarm immediately goes off. He and Astro simultaneously rush to the door but it slides shut on them almost immediately.

“Noooo!” growls Brody, fiddling with the lock mechanism. “Endless, WHY?!”

Astro chuckles bitterly and leans back against the wall. “So it IS you. Go ahead, kill me.”

“I don’t think it matters whether I do or not, cuz I can’t open this stupid door!” snaps Brody, bashing the door with his fist.

“Forty-five seconds.” Astro sighs. “We’re not gonna make it.”

Brody throws his arms up in frustration. “Great, so we lose. That’s it.” He twists his head up to address the ghost who may or may not be floating around them. “Endless, you absolute moron. You completely screwed us over.”

“Don’t blame Endless.”

“Not only did he get caught murdering but he also just locked me in here in the middle of the oxygen sabotage! First imposter in history to murder his own imposter partner.”

Astro rolls his eyes. “Can you please let me die in peace and quiet?”

“Hell no,” scoffs Brody. “I’m gonna complain ‘til the end.”

“I was afraid of that. But you can’t say you don’t deserve it.”

“Shut up.”

“YOU shut up,” Astro retorts. “I want to die in peace and quiet and you’re just complaining.”

“It’s what I do.”

For the second time, Astro rolls his eyes. “Don’t I know it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Brody demands. “You’re not meant to agree with me.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the one who set off the oxygen sabotage and doomed us so I don’t have a lot of sympathy right now, least of all for you.”

Brody starts to speak again but coughs as the oxygen sabotage starts to catch up to him.

“What’s the matter, Brody?” Astro says tauntingly. “Looks like you’re finding it a little hard to breathe right now. I know, my mere presence can take people’s breath away.”

Brody stares at him as if wishing he was currently throttling his friend. “I can’t believe I’m gonna die yelling at you for that stupid joke.”

“If it makes you feel any better, it might just be the most pathetic thing I’ve ever said and I hated saying it,” Astro says sadly.

“Strangely, that doesn’t make me feel better. I still hate you.”

“Fine by me. I-.”

A flash of white cuts Astro off. By the time it clears, he’s back in the lobby with the rest of the group.

“Hey look at that,” he deadpans, looking Brody directly in the eye. “We won.”

Brody makes a wringing-neck gesture. “I’m going to stab you in the face.”

“Can’t do that, this is the lobby,” Astro responds pleasantly. “And you’re not imposter anymore.”

“Next time I’m imposter, I’m gonna stab you in the face.”

“Go ahead. It’ll be less painful than being locked in a room with you, albeit suffocating to death.”

“Why are you so mean?” Brody demands. “I’ve done nothing to you tonight. Nothing.”

Astro raises an eyebrow. “You murdered me literally two minutes ago.”

“I didn’t murder you.”

“You were the cause of my death. That counts.”

“Does not.”

Clearly trying to hold back laughter, Tango steps between them. “Can I just say that I literally abandoned a task halfway through to come over and listen to you two yell at each other back there. It was very entertaining.”

“As was the fact that Brody essentially killed himself,” Astro responds amusedly.

“No, Endless kille- ENDLESS.” Brody spins round to face his friend, only just remembering why he died in the first place. “Endless! What the HELL, Endless?!”

“Welp, I’m dead,” Endless says. “Nice knowing you guys.”

Astro can’t hold back a laugh. “Exactly why did you lock that door, Endless? You doomed your partner.”

“I didn’t mean to!” says Endless defensively. “I mean- I DID mean to lock the door. But I thought you could kill Astro in that room; I forgot that you needed to get a mask too.”

Brody shoots him a death-glare. “Next time I’m imposter, I’m gonna murder you at the meeting table. The Queen of England and my mom could be watching and I’m still gonna do it.”

Endless blinks. “Jeez, that’s… Okay.”

Astro laughs again at the look on Endless’s face. He had been unsure about this map at first, considering its size and how different it is to the others, but after that round, he’s a lot more sure about it.

This map is fun.

[nikrangdan]

cafeworker!ni-ki

pairing: cafeworker!ni-ki x female reader

genre: fluff, comedy

description: the cashier at the new coffee shop was so adorable you just couldn’t resist visiting just for him

**did not proofread

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contrary to popular belief, you were NOT a social person

whenever you were around friends and family, you were always the loudest person there

like SHUT UP Y/N!!!!!!

anyways although you were loud, people still enjoyed being around you because you had such a sweet soul and interesting humor

everyone close to you knew that you hated talking to people you didnt know

but to all the strangers? no

they would think you were an outgoing ready-to-meet-new-people extrovert

which was so, so wrong

but ALAS, you had to talk strangers almost everyday living in 2020

(well lets pretend we arent in the middle of a pandemic right now)

moving on......

so you were in high school at the downfall of your existence

you used to have so many friends when you were younger ..now you only have like 3

and those three were always busy (busy making up excuses thats for sure) so you never really hung out with them outside of school

and on one fine evening after school you decided to visit the new cafe 5 minutes from your house

u were really excited because all the cafes were 15 minutes from your house so now u could just walk to this one if u wanted to !!!

but yeah it was in the middle of a small plaza that had cute buildings

you pulled up to the parking lot and was just about to get out the car when u remembered..

u have to talk to the cashier :/

who’s a stranger! even more ://

it was always so weird to you.. whenever you went out you always had someone else order for you because you just hated talking to strangers

you just felt uncomfortable and you couldnt help it

its not like you have never ordered for yourself but you would always prefer not to

and now that you think about it

this is the first time you have gone out by yourself

you did text one of your friends beforehand but they said they “had homework to do”

LIES!!!!

but you really wanted to try the coffee so you just ran with it

time to face your fears!

you opened the glass door to reveal a cute looking cafe, like the ones you’d see in movies

you loved it already

glancing to the cashier you’d have to be talking to—

hold on

you had to do a double take because WOAH.....

the cashier...

he....

wow..

you have never seen a boy like that in your life

you stood there for like 3 seconds before coming to your senses and standing infront of the menu

that was infrONT OF HIM

“hi, what can i get for you?”

HIS VOICE OH MY GOD..!?!?!

“oh um.. can i get a second to .. look..?”

“yeah of course,” he gestured to the menu on the wall above him

hes so nice u almost cried

your eyes shakily traveled up to the chalkboard menu and u began to ‘read’ the options

its like u could feel his eyes on u WTF!!!!

um um um *internally keyboard smashes*

you couldnt even think

the words on the menu were like gibberish

the ONE time u go out by yourself

this had to happen.. of course! someone had it out for you, you were sure of it >:(

picking a random drink you gave him your order

“uh can i have an iced caramel macchiato?”

ITS LIKE YOU CANT SAY A SENTENCE WITHOUT UH OR UM

u cant help but think hes judging you

he looks like that while u are standing there in old sweatpants your dads tshirt

“sure, what size?” he looks into your eyes after putting your order into the machine

god you felt your heart stop

his Eyes..... theyre so beautiful

“oh um regular” you attempted to give a small smile

hopefully it looked like one

“okay that’ll be $5.12.”

you dug out some cash from your bag and handed it to him

he gave u your change and gave u a small smile

“your drink will be out in a minute”

AAAAA

he went :)

he is so CUTE.....?!?!

he looked around your age too

sigh... you knew he was way out of your league though

you were gushing over him but he probably thought you were just another boring customer

while waiting u sat at one of the 2 person tables on your phone

and u IMMEDIATELY went to text your groupchat

‘GUYS’

‘AT THE CAFE NEAR MY HOUSE’

‘CUTEST BOY IVE EVER SEEN EVER IN MY ENTIRE LIFE’

‘WTF IM GONNA CRY HOW DOES HE EXIST’

‘WAIT BRB HE S COMIBBG’

you tried to quickly put your phone down without looking suspicious when you saw him walking towards you with a drink in his hand

“here you go, enjoy” he said before swiftly making his way back to the counter and talking to the other worker there

wow... hes so mesmerizing

you’d steal glances at him every now and then while taking sips of your drink

you were sitting there for like 20 minutes before you noticed you finished your drink

you totally forgot you came here to see how good their coffee was

it was good by the way

sadly it was your time to leave

taking one last glance at him, you threw away your empty cup and walked out the door

wow

u cant believe you got to witness the most beautiful human being ever

in your small town?? crazy

you were sitting in your car just thinking

WAIT

U DIDNT EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!

you mentally punched yourself but then you started laughing

what does knowing his name even matter, its not like u were ever going to talk to him anyway

LOL

*sad emoji*

but the coffee was good so you definitely planned to go back

and not just because of the cute boy

...unless....

*time skip*

the next day you went there was a week later at the same time in hopes that he was working the same shift

AND HE WAS!!!!

score! 1 for y/n, 0 for umm... any other person who had a crush on him too i guess

the cafe didnt have too many people since it was fairly new and also in a small part of the city

so when you went in, you were the only one there along with the two workers

“welcome, what would you like to order?”

NOT THIS AGAIN

he looked even cuter today

his messy blond hair almost covered his eyes

you shouldve forced your friend to come with you this time

you ordered the same thing as last time but this time he asked for your name

hmmm

“um y/n” you answered

your heart was always beating 2 times as fast whenever you had to talk to him

he wrote it down on the cup and after you paid, you went to sit down at the same spot as last time

looking at him is literally the highlight of your day

the same thing happened as last time, he came over and gave you your drink without giving u a second glance

>:((((

boooo look at me cute boy

nonetheless u continued going to the cafe at the same time as much as u could which was like three times a week

literally over a month later and u dont think anythings going to happen

u punch yourself for thinking the boy would somehow find interest in you

hes still indifferent to you which isn’t surprising since you’ve never made any kind of move

ever

but

he should know u by now

hopefully..

*time skip again*

it was a saturday

at this point you’ve basically given up on having a crush on him and now since its become a routine u just say you go for the coffee

not really paying attention to your surroundings you dont notice that the boy at the cash register isnt the normal one you see almost everyday

“hey, what would you like to order?”

woah WHAT

you look up from your bag to notice a boy that was definitely not the one that normally stood infront of it at this time

and you also noticed something on this new cashier

a name tag

how come your old little crush didnt have one????

this new boys name was ‘jay’ and he was fairly cute too

looking around the corner at the other worker u noticed he has a name tag too

you recognized him because he was always working when the cute boy was at the cash register

his name was ‘heeseung’

after taking in these new additions you answered to jay

“oh um.. can i ge-,”

“she gets an iced caramel macchiato. her name is y/n”

??!<_|#%[>~€\£~

you whipped your head around so fast to see who said that behind you

was it who you thought it was ??!??!

YES IT WAS!!!!

OH MYGOD

ITS HIM

you widened your eyes at the boy who wasnt wearing his normal black and white uniform

instead he was wearing black ripped jeans and a gray hoodie

wow....... and u thought he couldnt look any better

BUT OMG?? HE REMEMBERS U

“oh wow ni-ki, you know her?” the boy named jay asked him

“uh yeah.. shes a regular” he said before walking to stand next to you

NI-KI

HIS NAME IS NI-KI OHMHGOD

u thought his name fit him perfectly its so CUTE

“are you gonna get something too?”

this whole time you were silent because.. what is going on

your heart was being SO fast you thought that everyone could hear it

“yup, can i get the same thing? also im paying for both of us”

WHAT??/):)/$;##\%|

ur eyes widened even more it looked like they were gonna pop out of its sockets

u unconsciously leaned towards the boy next you and kind of put your hands up

“w-what?? oh um no, you dont have to do that” you nervously said to him as he looked down at you

he kind of had a smile on his face

“i want to.”

there is no way this is happening

“oiiii ni-ki” jay chuckled while punching in numbers on the cash register

“ill have both of your drinks out soon, you two kids have fun!” jay said before turning around to face heeseung

WHAT??!!??!

your jaw almost dropped from shock

millions of thoughts ran through your brain and you couldnt even process anything

u cant believe this was happening

it was like a wattpad story or something.. is this how u meet ur soulmate

your thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your back momentarily and u look to see ni-ki shyly grinning and gesturing u towards a table

no way...

you awkwardly follow him to a 2 person table next to wall and sit down

you literally could not hear anything except for the pounding of your heart

“uh sorry about that...” he rubbed his neck and sheepishly smiled

“im ni-ki by the way”

“y/n...” u felt so awkward u wanted to cry

“agh, im really sorry if that was weird.. i just didnt know how to ask you out.....” he trailed off

*passes out*

IM JOKING

Ok but u felt ur heart stop bc NO WAY

“wait what??” u ask, ur eyes bigger than the moon

“um yeah... haha i took the day off today to try to talk to you.. sorry if that was weird..”

HE WAS SO AWKWARD JUST LIKE YOU IT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER

“no its okay!! im glad actually...”

“really? so is it okay if we hang out?” he asked excitedly

u did not think u could handle HOW CUTE THIS BOY WAS O M G...

“of course! sorry if im kind of awkward though” you gave a small smile

“its okay, i think i am too”

you two began talking about the cafe and where you went to school

turns out even though you two lived in the same town (literally 5 minutes away from eachother) u went to different schools for some reason

u talked for like 2 minutes before jay walked up with your drinks

“hows it going guys?”

“its doing good bro, now go away..” ni-ki lightly shoved jay and laughed

you giggled at the sight

jay looked offended and came right back

“that is not how you talk to your elders ni-ki! y/n do you see this?!” he scoffed

ni-ki just rolled his eyes and turned back to you

“do not ignore me young man!” jay joked

“oh y/n, ive heard all about you from ni-ki over here by the way.”

ni-ki’s eyes got so big you almost got worried

he turned around so fast and gave jay one of those ‘i swear if you say anything ur dead meat’ looks

jay obviously did not care

“hes always like ‘y/n this y/n that’ blah blah im glad he finally got the balls to ask you out because im honestly sick of hearing it!” jay laughed

u were blushing so hard

NI-KI LIKED U????

this felt like a dream

ni-ki pushed jay away so hard and turned back with red cheeks

awe

but yeah that was the beginning of the cutest relationship ever

u and ni-ki were so cute together <333

you’d always visit him during ur free time

it took like 2 months before u two made it official tho

and he was the sweetest boyfriend ever

[drukhari]

hello, hope you and lily are having a fantastic day

are there any good apps/websites that you know and would recommend for fitness/working out? like they plan out a (good and efficient) workout and meal plan according to your fitness goals?

many thanks king

Hey there anon, thanks! Hope your day is pretty fantastic as well.

As far as fitness apps go, the only one that I ever used was the BodyFit app from bodybuilding.com which has like a section where you can browse workout plans based on the goal they align with (muscle building, strength building, weight loss, competitive, etc) and those all had a nutrition section with like example meal plans and such but they didn't come with personally tailored meal or workout plans. It used to be free but sadly now requires a subscription however they do have a 7 day free trial offer that I totally haven't taken advantage of in the past to just...sign up, download or take down as many workout plans and other resources as possible, then cancel before the trial is over 😉

I've heard some good things about Macrofactor as a science based nutrition app as well for tracking macronutrient consumption based on current fitness goals (you'd think "science based" is just a given based on the subject matter lol, but soooo many apps and influencers put out nutrition info these days that is just..not supported by scientific studies at all), however I haven't actually used it myself so whether or not it's really all that it seems to be is something I unfortunately can't speak to. Like the BodyFit app, it requires a subscription but does offer a 7 day free trial for potential users to see if it's really a good fit for their goals.

As far as apps go, I haven't seen too many that offer fully customized out meal plans and workout routines for each individual user - that sort of fine tailoring is usually what you'll get via a 1:1 trainer to be honest, but that doesn't mean apps that take a "one size fits most" approach can't still be a super helpful tool in establishing your own routine - it just means you'll have to take a more active role in course correction as you go! Which can sound daunting but once you get the hang of it it kind of becomes almost second nature in a lot of ways (at least that's been my experience).

Avoid the urge to course correct your entire routine based on day to day fluctuations though - there's way too many variables that can contribute to a slight difference on a scale or coming up a couple reps short on the bench on any given day. Far better to gauge your progress on a weekly to monthly basis and use that overall progress as your measuring stick for whether course correcting your current routine is needed. If you noticed some daily ups and downs, but over the course of the month you notice things are still trending in the right direction overall, then you're on the right path.

Hope this helps a bit anon, best of luck!

[malk1ns]

7 and 12 for the writing questions <3

hello hello!

7. how does receiving or not receiving feedback/support impact you?

oh boy, would i ever love to be able to say, ahhhh i write for the love of the craft and the joy of creating, feedback and support matters not! alas. comments and discussions about my writing are literally everything to my ~muse (ew). i love love love getting asks about headcanons i've posted here (sign-up sheet, i'm looking at you, i am returning to you soon), because so many times even if i don't answer the ask right away, it's triggered something for me—sometimes a continuation, sometimes a brand-new story, and sometimes just a little bit of not-fic rambling on here that still feeds that creative impulse. i am sadly at heart a vain creature who likes to hear when people like my stuff. comments are loved, treasured, and adored, and i frequently go back through my fics and re-read every single comment people were kind enough to leave. as far as support...yeah. i CAN write in a vacuum, but i prefer not to. i love talking about my concepts even if they're things i never plan on fleshing out into full fics, and i love bouncing my ideas around with the people i force to beta-read for me, because their feedback makes everything i do so much better.

12. What’s your perfect environment to create/write?

hmm this is an interesting one, and it made me actually go back and think about what i was doing the last time i successfully sat down and wrote more than like...one singular paragraph that i later deleted, lol.

i need:

-music. NOT podcasts, NOT tv, NOT sports. i get too distracted if it's anything besides just songs. sometimes it helps me to have it be a specific ~mood or ~theme, but usually i can just hit shuffle and go. OR i'll go hunt down one of @beggingwolf's playlists (she has many many good ones!) and bogart that to get me started :)

-mid-afternoon to mid-evening. i never am motivated enough in the mornings to get going early and if it gets too late i want to go lie down in bed and read. i CAN and have written on my phone in bed before, but those are rare situations where an idea absolutely lit me on fire and i needed to get it out right then and there. a few of my post-game ficlets have been written that way, and some scenes from my longer stuff, but for the most part no. i also do the best when i'm on my laptop, because i can type faster there. if i'm really having writer's block i'll bust out the old notebook and try to brainstorm by hand, too!

-the ability to contort my legs and torso into strange and ultimately horrendously uncomfortable positions—this usually means a wide chair with pieces of furniture around i can use to prop my feet on. i am very tall (6'1") and sitting in a chair at a desk tends to make my knees hurt because nothing is quite sized for me :)

-i need to be able to FOCUS. what that means for me is shutting down discord and muting my texts, at least at first, and getting solidly in the groove. if i can write for about 20 minutes sans distractions and really dig into it, i can chat with people both in person and online and be able to keep going no problem, but i have to get the flow going first.

thank you!!!!

fic asks here :)