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glitch-karma · 1 year ago

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Can I request another part of your "forgetful reader" headcanons you did but with Jouno, Fyodor, and Ranpo? Nikolai too if that's not too many characters, but dont worry about him if it is. Same prompt but with these characters

I was actually just thinking about my forgetful reader hc's the other day, Idk if other writers do this but I always go back and read my older stuff lmao

So here's part two, I had a bit of trouble figuring out what Nikolai would give his partner as a gift, so that isn't specified, I did add Chuuya and Sigma though

Cw: Degradation/name calling in Jouno's, Slightly spicy in Fyodor's, Kinda OOC Fyodor

Jouno

Low-key high-key an asshole

Don't get me wrong I'm in love with him,

But his love language is degradation (hot)

Jouno constantly is making fun of and being rude about how forgetful you are

If it seriously bothers you, he'll try his best to lay off as much as possible

Only because it's you though

He does get very irritated though

He got you a lovely set of earrings that resembled his a bit

They were honestly very nice and semi-expensive

You had always kept them in a tiny jewelry box on your nightstand

But after a rough day of trying to catch terrorists, you'd clumsily taken them off and fallen asleep

When you were getting ready for work the next morning, you realized they'd gone missing

In a panic, you tore apart your apparent in search of them

After a while, you heard a voice that made you wanna puke

"What's up with you huh? Why's my little troublemaker so frantic?"

Oh my lord no

"What are you talking about.?"

"Oh please, your heartbeat is a dead giveaway. Along with the shakiness in your voice. Can't hide from me y'know."

You shakily sighed as you admitted you'd lost the earrings

"Pft- are you kidding?"

He laughed slightly walking towards you

"How pathetic of you, losing a gift from your precious boyfriend?" He sighs in 'frustration'

"They were expensive too, do you even have a concept of money?" He laughs,

At this point, small drops of tears filled your eyes slowly as he kept poking fun at you

"Honestly how air-headed can you get? Tsk, should I be questioning this relationship?"

After a few seconds of silence, Jouno tensed as he heard your quiet whimpers.

He'd gone too far.

For a second, he didn't really know what to do

He sighed, bending down next to you and wrapping his arm around you.

"'m sorry." He mumbled lightly

You sniffled a bit, you looked up to see the concerned frown on his face, along with the softness that was rare for you to see in him

After a moment you sighed, leaning into his shoulder

"I'll get you a million more pairs if it means I don't have to hear you cry again. Truly."

He really was a good man, he just had some issues showing it.

But in the meantime, he'll let you teach him how to open up

I literally love him so much even if he's a dick head

Fyodor

He kinda just doesn't care-

I don't see him as the type to really mind stuff like that in a partner

But I don't really see him doing anything to help per se

He'll give you light reassurance if you're upset, but I don't see him doing too much more though

Surprisingly, he didn't buy you a country

He got you a necklace that was very clearly expensive, it had a key attached to it that was also made of some metal that did not look cheap, along with the small Diamonds and sapphires lacing the key (Real btw you tested it)

It was extravagantly expensive, and he made sure you knew that was less than you deserved (He couldn't find countries on the market)

Wow what a nice gift

Now where the hell did it go?

You, of course, retraced every step

Your apartment? Cleaned vigorously to search and find it

The cafe by your house? You paid every worker to search for it

The Doa office? A wreck

You were ass up on the floor looking under one of the couches when you heard a whistle behind you

When you tuned you saw the man you were scared to see

"Why might you be in such a comprehensive pose my paradox?"

You shakily sighed as you hit your head on the floor

Fyodor then quickly determined why you were on the floor by the necklace missing from your neck

He chuckled a bit as he walked towards you

He leaned down and picked you up, silencing you as he carried you to a basement you were unaware of

Before you could question, he pulled out the necklace, inserted the key into a large door, opening it to reveal a giant glorious room filled with all your favorite things, comfortable chairs, and a giant kitchen

As he set you down you started freaking out

"It's not quite done yet, I wasn't intending for you to lose it so fast. I'll get some help in here as well."

"You- This was all a plan for me?"

You yelled, running around and looking at everything

He chuckled as he grabbed you, leaning down and kissing your neck

"Жизнь моя,(1) you deserve this and more.."

He then threw you on the couch, hitting a button that shut all the doors and windows

"And tonight, I'll prove it to you."

Let's just say, you had trouble walking for awhile

(1) Жизнь моя, pronounced "Zhizn’ moya", means “my life” in Russian and is usually a term of endearment

Sigma

Oh my lord he is so understanding it's crazy

Although Sigma is the furthest thing from forgetful, his brain and schedule will always have room for stuff you need to remember

Got a doctor's appointment you forgot? He remembers and brings you to it

Forgot where you put something important? He knows where it is

Forgot to eat? He'll make you a meal himself

Forgot to meet up with a client? He'll meet them for you

Honestly, he gives you royalty treatment

He loves just giving you gifts in general, so he custom-made you an obsidian necklace that had a poker chip on it, The obsidian in his words was to represent how strong you are, and the poker chip was to remind you of him

It was one of the most thoughtful gifts ever

And you'd lost it

You debated just asking him at first,

But no. Too embarrassing

You'd worn it every day and now POOF

GONE?!

You didn't wanna worry your already busy partner with this

So you tore apart your half of the room before neatly searching through Sigma's half of the room

3 hours later and nothing.

For a second you debated throwing yourself off the sky casino

But then the click of your bedroom door was heard

"Oh my-"

You slowly looked up to see Sigma's confused face as he looked at your side of the room

For a while, he was silent in thought

"Are you.. redecorating-"

You groaned as you fell the rest of the way down on the floor

"I lost your necklace.. I didn't wanna ask you for help."

Sigma chuckles a bit as you look up at him

"That was actually my mistake"

Before you could ask, he walked over to his dresser and opened a small box, pulling it back out

"You'd accidentally left it in the bathroom"

Wow

The one place you didn't check

Definitely cuddles after though

Nikolai

He would not give zero shit's

He just loves you

He might make fun of you a bit, but he honestly just thinks you're adorable when you lose stuff

He asks Fyodor to buy you new things when you lose them rather than look for them-

He has such admiration and genuine interest in you that he gets you gifts tailored exactly to your interests

If you lose a gift from him, he honestly won't be mad

"Awe my Kindred Spirit,"

He grabs his cloak and reaches in, pulling out something even better

"Here does this make it better!?"

"Nikolai!"

He dances around the room with you to celebrate you being happy again

Ranpo

Oh he teases you, shame on you if you think he wouldn't

He gently teases you though, stopping if he gets even a slight hint it upsets you

Ranpo does have amazing patience though, there has never been a moment your forgetfulness has annoyed or bothered him once

He regularly gives you snacks as gifts, but he gave you a silly little necklace with a duck charm (Yes this is a Wan ref)

It was silly and cheap, but it was sweet

When you lost it you were crushed

You looked for it but could not find it

In the morning you went to the agency to try to search for it, but on your way there you actually met with Ranpo at a sweet store

"Hey there detective darlin'!"

He yelled as he ran out of the store

For internally freaked out a bit as he started excitedly telling you about the sale in the store

You chuckled nervously, making him immediately deduce what happened

"Ohhhhh, I see. You lost the Necklace!"

You kinda expected him to figure it out

He then chuckled as he walked over to a small quarter vending machine and pointed at the prizes

"Ya see! We can just keep playing till we get a new one!"

You two then had a small date of finding quarters and playing the Machine till you had a bag full of prizes, and a new duck necklace of course

Chuuya

Although Chuuya is a very understanding person, I can't deny this wouldn't slightly annoy him

He would never make fun of you for it, or make you feel bad though

He will always express that he's not mad at you and does his best to hide his slight frustration

He does understand though, I mean the man didn't remember the first 8 years of his life for years so

He is a little protective of you though. if anyone gave you shit for forgetting something he would a million percent throw hands

He leaves notes all over the house and your hands about important things, he will also text you to remind you about meals throughout the day

"Have you drank water"

"Ah, fuck-"

"Exactly"

Chuuya loves spending money on you

It's his favorite activity

You already have 20 custom-tailored outfits cause of his love for fashion,

But that doesn't mean he can't get you more tailored accessories

One of them was an anklet that had his and your initials in it, along with diamonds and your favorite stone

It was cute, although it was easily hidden by clothes, you wore it very often

You had on the perfect outfit to show it off that day, but when you opened up the cabinet you kept it in, it was gone.

Oh fuck

Panic ensues

The sheets were torn off your bed, and your closet full of clothes from him was searched from top to bottom

The bathroom was also searched along with Chuuya's half of the room

You sighed as you fixed the house, knowing Chuuya hates messes

You then reluctantly called him

"Hey, still at work but what's up doll?"

The softness in his voice made you tear up a bit in guilt

"Chuuya.. I-"

You took a pause to breathe

"I lost the Anklet you gave me."

You heard him gratefully sigh and shuffle in his chair a bit

"That pause made me think you were in trouble"

He joked a bit

"I can buy 20 more of those if I wanted to Sweetheart."

You sniffled a bit

"But that was important!"

He paused a bit

"Are you crying?"

You then paused

"No.."

"Baby."

You could hear him then walk through the halls of the Port Mafia building

"Give me just one sec, "

You heard him then knock on a door and open it

"Hey boss, I need to head home early. Let me know Tomorrow if there's anything else you need me for"

"Alright, I'm on my way home. We'll search together, okay?"

You sniffled a little as you smiled

"You're the best."

"Anything for you Angel."

#bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya x reader #sigma x reader #fyodor x reader #nikolai x reader #jouno x reader #ranpo x reader #glitchs✧works

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nehi-soda · 1 month ago

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'Late-Night Confessions' - BFD!Joel x Female Reader Ficlet

Summary: Ellie teases you about your crush on Joel.

Word count: 900ish

Warnings: drug use (weed), sexual tension/crush on an older character, implied past sexual encounter (between Ellie and reader), Inappropriate relationship dynamics (crush on a father figure type), mild sexual innuendo, jackson!joel, bfd!joel, no use of Y/N, reader's features aren't specified.

The smoke twisted in lazy spirals above you, the dim light in Ellie's place giving the room an extra hazy quality.

Ellie strummed her guitar absentmindedly, the familiar twang filling the room as the smoke settled between you two. It was an old tune, one you didn’t recognise but felt like something Joel might have hummed under his breath.

Your fingers brushed hers as you passed the joint back, and you tried to stifle a giggle—weed always had a way of making you feel lighter. You exhaled, letting the thick cloud escape your lips, and dropped back against the bed.

"How'd you learn to play?” you asked.

"Joel taught me," Ellie didn’t look up, her gaze still fixed on the guitar as her fingers worked. "He’s kinda good at it, surprisingly." She glanced at you from under her brows.

"Maybe I should ask him for a lesson too."

Ellie snorted, setting the guitar aside and sitting up straighter on the bed. "Yeah, I'm sure he'd love that. 'Hey Joel, can you show me how to finger a G chord?'" Her smirk was sharp, teasing. "Bet he'd teach you all kinds of things if you asked nicely."

Your face heated up immediately, your brain too slow to come up with a quick comeback. Ellie just grinned wider, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. "Oh, come on, don’t pretend you haven’t thought about it," she taunted, reaching over to poke you in the ribs. "You know he's been eyeing you too. He’s not as subtle as he thinks."

Your stomach flipped at the thought, the idea of Joel—his strong, weathered hands, that rough voice, the way he carried himself— You felt your pulse quicken again, the heat settling low in your belly.

"Shut up," you muttered, swatting at her hand, but you couldn’t shake the image now— you in Joel's lap, his hands guiding yours, maybe a little closer than necessary.

“What, you started it. You know what, you’re right, that's... gross." She made a face, scrunching her nose. "He's, like, practically my dad."

You laughed nervously, feeling your face flush. "I know, I know, but there's just something about him. The way he talks, the way he—"

"No, seriously, stop. I don’t wanna hear about you crushing on my old man Joel," she interrupted, waving her hand dismissively, though there was something playful in her tone. She leaned back, taking another hit, before looking at you with a sly grin. "You know he asked if you were my girlfriend once."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Wait, what? Why?"

Ellie chuckled, the sound low and a little raspy. "I don’t know, you’re always hanging around. He was like, ‘Ellie, is she your girlfriend or something?’ And I just laughed and told him no, that you’re definitely straight." Her grin widened as she added, "Though, you know, I never told him about that one time…"

You blinked, feeling your throat tighten with a sudden wave of embarrassment. "Ellie..."

She smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. "What? You were into it."

Before you could respond, there was a knock on the door—three solid taps that jolted you both out of the moment. Your heart leapt into your throat as you recognised the pattern. Joel.

Panic set in. The weed. The smell. You quickly fumbled to hide the joint, shoving it beneath a pillow and sitting up straight, trying to look casual, but the flush on your face and the lazy smile tugging at your lips probably betrayed you. Ellie just rolled her eyes and leaned back against the wall like she couldn’t care less.

The door creaked open, and Joel strolled in, eyes flickering between you and Ellie, lingering just a little longer on you.

"Everything alright in here?" His deep voice sent a shiver down your spine, as it always did, the kind that made you want to hang on to every word he said.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep your cool, but the buzz from the weed only made you feel more hyperaware of everything—his presence, the warmth in your cheeks, the flutter in your stomach. You opened your mouth, but nothing came out.

Ellie, of course, jumped in to save the moment. "Yeah, yeah, we're fine. Just hanging out." She waved her hand lazily as if to brush him off.

Joel’s gaze shifted back to you, and for a split second, you thought you saw something flicker in his eyes—something that made your pulse quicken.

"Alright," he finally muttered, though his voice held a note of suspicion. "Just makin’ sure."

He turned to leave, and as soon as the door clicked shut, you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. Ellie burst into laughter beside you, shaking her head.

"Jesus, you’re hopeless," she teased, elbowing you in the ribs.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. "I know, I just—God, it’s embarrassing."

Ellie shrugged.

"Hey, your crush is your problem. I’m just here for the entertainment," she snickered, fishing the joint you had forgotten that was still burning from under the pillow and took a hit.

Your mind was spinning, half from the weed and half from the fact that Joel had just been in the same room as you while you were busy thinking about him in ways you shouldn’t.

divider credit to @saradika-graphics

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diagonal-queen · 2 years ago

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Tired Turtle Doves

♡ pairing: Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!Reader x Mykola Hohol

♡ synopsis: Fyodor decides to sleep in with you and Mykola.

♡ wc: 1.2k

♡ cw: None! Fluffy! (Fedya and Kolya do tickle you for a sec but it's supposed to be cute)

note: I got this idea from um nothing in particular. No I was not inspired while roleplaying a romantic scenario with AI versions of the characters, I can't believe you would ever think that. Also reader works with Fyodor and Mykola (work isn't specified but like...I guess they're a member of the DOA lol) Apologies for errors.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky was a busy man. Such was a consequence of being a crucial part of multiple criminal organisations. Technically, you and Mykola were in the same boat, but you weren't the ones planning and coordinating absolutely everything from behind the scenes. These circumstances led to a tight schedule for Fyodor, meaning he unfortunately didn't have a generous amount of free time like the two of you did.

You were never bored around Mykola- you weren't sure if that was even possible- but over time you grew more and more dissatisfied with Fyodor's absence. All you wanted was to spend some down time with the both of them. You missed the small things, like the quick pecks you'd give the two of them before leaving your home, or even just mundane conversations you shared in your spare time.

One morning, as was generally the case, Fyodor was the first to rise from his slumber. Sitting up in your shared bed and slowly stretching his arms, he glanced down at you and Mykola with a smile. You both appeared to be sound asleep still, or at least that's what the rhythmic breathing emanating from your parted lips indicated.

Fyodor stared at the wall in front of him, momentarily dissociating as he ran a hand through his raven black hair, a little tangled from his sleep. Before long though, he shook his head and noted he'd have to look into that; it had been happening more and more these days. For now he ought to get out of bed and quickly freshen up.

Suddenly, though, he felt a small pull, and turned to find your barely conscious figure glancing up at him with heavy eyes.

"...don't wanna get up..." you mumbled, tugging at Fyodor's shirt. "C'mon, Fedya..."

To be fair to you, it's not as if you could really move. Behind you was Mykola, whose arms were tightly wrapped around your torso as he slept. His chest was flush against your back, and you could feel his warm, consistent breathing on your collarbone. Though you were still half-asleep with a clouded mind, you were still adamant on achieving your goal; getting Fyodor to sleep in with the two of you.

"My dear, you know I can't stay here-"

"Fedya...!" You whined with a tired frown. "You're always outta bed by the time we get up. And I miss you."

"I have work to do, myshka."

"Screw your work," You muttered, irritably. "We are more important than work. Do you love work more than us? How could you do that, Fedya..."

You trailed off as you closed your eyes again, fingers still gripping the hem of his shirt. He placed his hand atop yours, and you yawned.

"You know that isn't true," he answered calmly, knowing that your frustration was a result of your fatigue. You weren't the type to accuse him of something you knew was false and he knew it.

"So please, then? Please...?" You continued, lazily making grabbing motions towards your black-haired partner.

"...you are both frustratingly endearing," he sighed. You poked his arm, his cold, pale skin barely deterring you by this point in your relationship.

"Mhm...sleep, Fedya..." You attempted to pull his arm closer in order to get him to tuck himself back under the sheets. "Please?"

Fyodor sat still for a moment, before letting out a relenting exhale and giving you a smile.

"...alright, myshka." In response, you gave his arm a squeeze of appreciation and smiled back at him. His form was shadowy, the sun shining through the translucent curtains behind him. To anyone else he might have looked somewhat frightening, but it was different for you. There was affection for you in his gaze.

"Mm..." You heard a quiet groan and felt a small vibration against your neck. "...morning, Dove..."

"Hi, Kolenka." You let out a quiet giggle, moving your hand to place it in his snow-white hair. "Guess who's here with us?"

"...hm?" He buried his head further into the crook of your neck and planted a few kisses. "What's happening?"

"Open your eyes!" You encouraged, turning to face him. He lifted his head up to open his eyes and meet yours, before noticing the man on your other side.

"...Dos-kun?"

"Good morning, Kolya." Fyodor smiled, his magenta eyes creasing so slightly. "Did you sleep well?"

"...Dos...!" Still half out of it, Mykola reached his hand over you to touch Fyodor. In his sluggish movement, all he did was lazily paw at Fyodor's stomach, but he was clearly happy to see his second beloved still in bed. Fyodor chuckled, taking Mykola's hand and pressing a chaste, soft kiss to his palm. You watched the scene with your lips upturned, still a little too lazy to grin all the way.

"Perhaps I should sleep in more often?" Fyodor mused. "You two are so sweet while half-asleep."

"Uh-huh..." You absentmindedly agreed as Mykola's body weight pressed against yours, his hand still in Fyodor's. "So stay."

"I am staying, my dears," he reassured you. "Just for today, though."

"Yay..." Mykola replied, sleepily. Fyodor chuckled and laid back down, positioning himself in front of you. You happily buried your face into his cool chest while he wrapped his arms around you and took Mykola's hand in his. The two were effectively caging you with their bodies, but you didn't mind at all.

"Warm..." You muttered contentedly. While Mykola hummed in agreement, Fyodor let out a small, amused snicker. "We should do this more often. It's nice."

"It is nice, yes," Fyodor replied. "Hm...perhaps this type of relaxation is just what I've been needing."

"You're welcome, Dos-kun," Mykola teased as he narrowed his eyes. "It took you a while to realise how lovely and therapeutic we are."

"He's been too busy being scary..." you yawned, and Mykola chuckled. Fyodor sighed in exasperation, though you could still see the corners of his lips upturned.

"Do you find me scary, myshka?"

"No, you're like a tiny baby kitten to me." Fyodor raised an eyebrow at that. You countered with a devious grin.

"Nooo, Y/N, Dos-kun is scary...!" As he cooed with a carefree lilt to his voice, Mykola pinched your side. You yelped in surprise.

"Hey, what the hell?" He didn't answer; he just let out a chuckle and tickled you more. You began laughing and shuffling about in bed trying to pry his fingers off your waist. Fyodor laid before you both, watching in amusement. "H-help me, Fedya!"

Fyodor did reach out, but it was not to help you. There was a reason he was known as a devil. There was nothing you could do besides fruitlessly writhe around while Fyodor and Mykola both tickled you in such a manner that made you wonder if they'd planned it. The two always seemed so in sync, but that wasn't always a good thing. Especially not now. Regardless, the three of you were all laughing in unison- yours a little more raucous than the others.

When they finally relented, you quickly wiggled your way out of the blanket and sat on top of it, legs crossed so you could quickly leap away should the two demons decide to strike a second time.

"You're both the worst!" You panted, earning a giggle from Mykola.

"You love us though," he grinned deviously, and it was true. You really, truly did love them.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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Can't Go Back

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: yall wanted this man.

Please let me know what you think <3

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Lloyd drags you away from the wall, his hand latched around a clump of your hair. Your temples pound and your ears ring. How could this happen? No, how could you do this?

Candy's right. You said too much. It's all your fault again. You didn't want to believe Lloyd was bad but you should've. Just like Steve. What is it they say about when people show you their true selves?

You kick out as you try to stop him. Coco hollers from the next room and your heart leaps into your throat. No, no, they can't hurt her. Not because of you. You close your eyes and sob. You see the blood that stained Candy's jacket and her drawn face.

"Let me go!" You whine and writhe as you claw at Lloyd's hand, "please, please, don't let them hurt my friends. Lloyd," you twist around despite the tension at your roots, "Lloyd, please, I thought... I thought you liked me."

"Now, sweet cheeks, I do," he taunts as he swings you away from him. You hit the wall and collapse to your knees. "I like the way your pussy squeezes me like it's never gonna let go."

"Please," you croak as you look up at him, cheeks hot and wet, "please, you can keep me. But my friends, they don't deserve this--"

"What? They don't deserve what, sunshine? That knife you stabbed between their ribs?"

"No, no, I didn't mean to," you crawl to him, "please, I'll do anything. I just... they saved me, Lloyd, they saved me. Let me save them."

He kicks you away from his boots and snorts, "too late for all that, Birdy. Shoulda thought about this before you came to suck my dick goodbye."

"Lloyd," you gulp as the ice in his voice flows into your veins, "you can't... I didn't..."

"Hell, if I played you a little longer, I may have convinced you to actually help me out, huh, baby girl? You wanna be loved so bad, you'd sell more than just your holes, wouldn't you?"

"Stop, stop," you cover your ears as you shake your head, "STOPPPPP!"

You shriek and it erupts from you uncontrollably. You can't take it. You're pathetic. You've let down the only people who ever showed you love. You fucked everything up and why? Because you're stupid and desperate, just like he says.

"Aw, baby, come on, don't be so sad. My associates are gonna treat your friends just as nice as I treated you," he bends down to touch your arm and you bat him away, "hmmm, sweet little ladies like you need someone to take care of them. Well, someone who can keep you in line. It's too bad about those morons down in New York."

"What? Steve...?" You sputter and hear Candy grunt from the next room. You look over but Lloyd catches your chin and makes you face him. He pulls you close as there's a clatter in the next room amid a murmur of grunts and groans.

"That's the one, doll face. So what was it? Did the serum not work on the cap's star spangled dangle?"

"N-n-noooo," you squirm and latch onto his wrist, "stop. Stop."

"Stop what, baby? You're acting like you weren't begging for it. Come on, let's have some fun."

"I don't... I don't want you. You're mean," you sniffle and shove against his shoulder, "you're....you're... you're evil!"

"And you fell for it. I'd rather be the big bad than some dimwitted slut," he lets you go, pushing you onto your back before he stands. He rolls his head on his neck and squares his shoulders as he paces a circle around you, "it's always a bit more fun when they fight."

You glare at him. Down there, on your knees, weak, beneath him. As low as low can be. You deserve this. You deserve to suffer.

You watch him unbuckle his belt. He snickers as he comes closer, mocking you as he gropes the front of his pants. He pokes his tongue out lewdly and you sink down into your pit.

A shell of numbness encases you. You hear Candy snarling and Coco thrashing from either side of you. You're not like them, you're not a fighter.

You dragged them into this. Your only friends. How they must hate you. You hope they do. You hope they hate you as much your despise yourself.

#lloyd hansen x birdy #lloyd hansen x reader #dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #au #the gray man #sweet treats #series #drabble #drabble series #dark!fic

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princesslachimolala · 1 year ago

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The 8th Member of Bangtan 💜

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Chapter 7 - The Game Night👾🎮📺

Synopsis: you (yn 🦊) are the 8th member of Bangtan and get to enjoy making music, filming fun side projects for army and hanging out with your members

Pairings: platonic! Ot7 x gn! Reader

Warnings: mentions of a horror genre video game (nothing too graphic), yn struggles with nightmares and sleeping

A/n: slightly on the shorter side, pure comfort fluff fic of how I think a video game night with Bangtan would go… reader is gender neutral so read honorific’s as they apply to you

Enjoy!✨

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You put on your fluffiest, most oversized sweatshirt and slid on your fluffy BT21 slippers. You made your way to the dorms living-room but paused at your bedroom door, making the last minute decision to grab 8 face masks for you and the boys to use for some self care.

As promised Jungkook had set up the gaming system, Tae had gathered snacks, Yoongi was pouring (non-alcoholic) drinks and with a mound of pillows and blankets waiting on the couch, you and the boys were all set for game night.

“Time for your skin to glow!” you proclaimed smearing the jelly sheet mask onto Jimin’s face.

“Ah yn-ie it’s so cold” jimin complained with a pout.

“Beauty is pain Jiminie” you tsked him.

“But I’m already beautiful” he rebutted sassily.

“Yes you are oppa/hyung but you need to have a good skincare routine”

“Listen to your dongsaengie, they’re very wise Jimin-ah” Yoongi said, voice muffled through his already applied face mask flapping over his mouth.

Jungkook and Taehyung were playing Fall Guys in a 1v1 game, making all kinds of frustrated noises.

“Ahh noo don’t fall!!!”

“Yah they picked me up I can’t move!!”

“This level is too hard!!”

“What are you talking about hyung this is one of the easy levels”

At the end of their rounds Tae flunked out at the second level while Jungkook had made it to the semi final but missed the qualifier by one player.

“Aishhh” he complained setting the controller down, “so close”

“Who’s next?” Tae said waving his controller.

“Me!” you leaped up from your spot next to jimin to grab the controller.

“Yah” Tae said waving the controller teasingly high about his head, “what’s the magic word?”

“… borahae?” you said cutely, tilting your head.

Tae rolled his eyes, suppressing a smile.

“Yah here you go little one… don’t be so cheesy” he passed you the controller and pulled you back down to the couch snugly between him and Jimin.

“Oppa/hyung, play against me please!” you asked the room.

They all looked confusedly around the room.

“Wanna specify which oppa/hyung, your asking?” Joonie said huffing a laugh out.

“No” you said, shooting him a finger heart.

“Aish, don’t be a menace baby petal,” jin chided, “here Jungkook let me have the controller”

“Here you go hyung”

You and Jin started your game. First with a relatively easy round of making the fall guys slide around and jump over the moving walls, then the next round got more tedious.

You fell off about 20 times and eventually lost the round, huffing with frustration as Jin qualified and you didn’t.

Tae was snickering next to you watching the replay of your fall guy dropping off the edge of the track.

“Yah your were just as bad as I was, Kim Taehyung”

“Aish not the full name” Jimin laughed.

“Dongsaengie’s have no respect these days” Tae said poking your side and shaking his head in faux disappointed, making you squeak.

“Pass the Doritos kookie?” you asked.

“Sure, noona/hyung”

“See, the maknae still knows his honorific’s…”

“Yahhhh….” Jin did his characteristic shout, startling everyone in the room as his character fell and he got disqualified from the round.

“Aish none of you are good at this game, let me have a go” Yoongi said.

While Jimin and Yoongi played the round, you giggled and watched the screen as they were proven just how annoying that game was. You also set about putting the rest of the boys face masks on.

“What’s the scent, yn-ie?” Namjoon asked as you smoothed the corners around his nose, “it’s so nice”

“Mint choco” you smiled, winding him up.

“What??!?”

“Pffft, ahahaha”

“Ah joonie they got you there”

“Aish I didn’t believe there was a mint choco face mask anyway” he said indignantly as the boys wound him up too.

“There’s lots of flavours these days Joonie”

“Flavours, yn-ie? I hope you don’t eat face masks?”

“Aish Hobi” you giggled, “you know what I mean”

“Why is my face mask silver I look like a robot” Hobi complained.

“You’re the Hobitron 3000, oppa/hyung” you giggled.

“Yeah yeah…”

“You’re in quite the joking mood tonight baby petal” Jin said.

“I’m just happy that it’s our night off, oppa/hyung” you sighed.

“Tell me about it, my feet are killing me from all that dance practise” Tae said, “anyone want to rub them for me?”

He stuck his large bare foot out towards you, Jin and Jimins faces and your all grimaced, wriggling away.

“Aish Tae!”

“Put the dogs away Taehyungie”

“They’re only feet guys wow”

“Has anyone noticed that I made it to the final round?” Yoongi asked the room monotonously.

“Ah well done hyung” Jungkook said now having a dig into the bag of popcorn.

“Okay Joonie’s and Hobi’s turn then we can play Mario Kart right?” you directed the question towards Kook and Tae since it was their gaming set.

“Ooh yes we can play teams!” Jungkook said excitedly, “wanna be on my team noona/hyung?”

“Yes Kook, I’ll be on your team”

“What about my team?” Jimin pouted into your face.

“Let’s do maknaes vs hyungs” you suggested.

“Yesss” Tae agreed giving you a thwacking high five.

“Ow Tae now I’m not gonna be able to hold the controller properly… are you trying to sabotage the maknaes?”

“No no!” he looked imploringly at you, “sorry little one”

He pulled you round your middle to sit back against him, inhaling your scent. Everyone looked at the two of you lovingly.

Now the thing about your relationship with the boys and their relationship with each other was that you could be affectionate without it being weird or stepping over a line. The idol world could get lonely and you only really had each other at the end of the day. You could argue one minute (seriously or not) and then be close again the next.

This was especially the case with you and Tae. You were just younger than him and just older than Jungkook although Jungkook was definitely more little brother material, whereas Tae acted like the teasing big brother/best friend type. The rest of your oppas/hyungs treated you and the youngest maknae dotingly, joining in on your jokes and antics now and again.

After several rounds of Mario kart, the maknaes won overall and the hyungs decided to depart to bed. All except Hobi who volunteered to stay up and make sure no one got into too much mischief but he promptly fell asleep on the couch.

He was in such a deep sleep that he didn’t notice you switching games to something a bit more scary.

“Dead by daylight anyone?” Tae suggested scrolling through the game catalogue.

“Oohh yes put it on taehyungie hyung” Jungkook said.

“But what if Hobi hyung wakes up? He’ll give us into trouble for playing it with yn” Jimin said.

“I’m not a child Minie, I can play a silly game”

“Oh really? What about last time?”

“What time?”

“The time you slept on Jin hyungs floor for 3 nights after we played it because you were so freaked out” jimin popped an eyebrow.

“That was a year ago”

“It was this summer yn-ie” Tae reminded you.

“Thanks Tae” you said through gritted teeth.

“You’re welcome” he said throwing you a finger heart.

“I promise Minie, I’ll be fineeee” you smiled trying to look convincing.

“If you get scared I don’t mind you sleeping on my floor noona/hyung” Jungkook said nonchalantly.

“That’s very generous kook” you giggled.

“Okay let’s play”

You had to admit that even though you weren’t TERRIFIED of the game, the background music and character design was especially unsettling. Especially with the tense objective of the game, trying to lurk around the abandoned dark yard evading the creepy looking villain from capturing your character. And the fact the dorm itself was dark from it being nighttime outside and the boys preferential low lighting inside.

You let the boys go first - Jungkook won his game but Minie and Tae failed theirs. Then they gave you the controller. After first putting on the game, that was their second mistake.

The minute your character started to get chased by the villain and the sound of the thumping heart and screaming played loud over the speakers, you gave a loud squeak (well, a noise halfway between a squeak and a shriek).

“Wha- what’s wrong…” a sleepy Hobi rose up to his elbows with eyes half open from being alerted awake.

“Nothing hyung everything’s fine, go back to sleep” Jimin hushed.

But Hobi had already wipes his eyes and sat up, looking around for the danger. His eyes landed on the massive flat screen playing the game which had been put back onto the game menu now that your character got captured. Then he took a look at your guilty faces.

“Alright whose idea was this?” he asked unimpressed but too tired to go full pelt.

Silence. Guilty silence.

“Ah… Hobah… it was my idea” you said eventually and sheepishly.

“You sure it wasn’t one of your brothers here?” he asked with arms crossed and eyebrow arched.

“No, no oppa/hyung… and really it’s fine, I can handle horror games now” you tried to convince him.

“Mhmm” he sounded decidedly unconvinced, “so I suppose you don’t mind me telling your oldest oppa/hyung about this tomorrow?”

The boys paled a bit and so did you. They and you knew how protective Jin could be over his two youngest members.

“Ah well I don’t think Jinnie…” you struggled to find the words, “… he might be annoyed so maybe don’t tell him?”

“Mhmm” Hobi sized you all up again, standing like a bunch of mischievous children even though you were all adults (the hyungs could just get overprotective of you all even now).

“Well I think it’s late enough and we do have work tomorrow, so everyone off to bed” Hobi shut the gaming system off and ushered you all in the direction of the bedrooms.

Usually there would be huffs of complaints at being sent to bed these days but no one protested.

But you wanted to protest. Now lying in the dark of your room you could still see the game monsters face and envisioned it coming into your room, a dark bulging shadow coming to sweep you away. And the screams and the heart thumping sound effects. It was all very unsettling.

You tried to scroll through Instagram and tiktok, play some relaxing music even but nothing worked to settle you. So you resorted to the thing you said you wouldn’t.

BunKook💪🏽:

🦊: you still awake koo?

🐰: yeah noona/hyung, you okay?

🦊: soooo… I might be a bit freaked out again

🐰: aww no noona/hyung! I’m sorry was it the game?!

🦊: yeah😅

🦊: is your floor by any chance still available?

🐰: I won’t make you sleep on the floor… come do top and tail

🦊: are you sure???

🐰: yes!!

🦊: absolutely positive?✋🏼

🐰: yes…✋🏼

🦊: it won’t annoy you?

🐰: noona/hyung…

🦊: yeah?🥹

🐰: get in here

🦊: thanks koooo I’m omw 🧍🏻‍♀️

You shuffled down the hall to kooks room, blanket, phone and water bottle in hand.

He peeled back the bed covers for you to slip in and he switched round to the foot of the bed, giving you the head end, though you protested. But you were both about ready to fall asleep anyway.

“Night yn-ie” he yawned.

“Night koo”

•••

(Next time on The 8th Member of Bangtan)

“I told you not to play that again unless you want to have nightmares baby petal!”

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•••

A/n: a chilled out, hopefully enjoyable fic… I added the tiniest teaser known to tumblr for literally no reason but next instalment of this fic series is coming soon soon, it’ll fun a fun one, back to filming for run bts I think? Maybe some drama with the shady staff member? We’ll see💖

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milktian · 11 months ago

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"was I sweet once?"

a little thing based on that one dialogue in the Blighted Village that keeps killing me internally. This is my first time writing for bg3 like ever, so apologies if Shadowheart + Wyll at the end seem out of character. I haven't figured out how to properly write their voices yet (which is also why I haven't really expanded on that section.

♡ the durge is not a specified race, gender, or class, so go nuts with imagining it lmao.

♡ wrote it with the context being after you meet kagha + before you get to the goblin camp

♡ it is very short; at the time of posting, it's 3:30am for me and I am eepy so I didn't wanna do something that was like,,,, 1000-2000 words. Maybe if I get enough motivation lmao

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You stare down at the chalk, idling tracing your eyes over the unsteady squares and crooked numbers. It's almost faded now, covered in grime and dust and whatever else the goblins left in their wake when they raided. It… saddens you, you think.

Yet, the very image of it – that childhood innocence persevering, even if only by the skin of its teeth, despite everything. It sticks. It sticks and refuses to let go. Refuses to remove the claws it has dug into your neck, so deep you can taste the iron.

Or maybe that's the goblin blood splattered over your face. It's probably that.

Initially, you hadn't planned to wipe out the goblins, but you found yourself… restless. It was all too easy to sneak out or camp at night and slowly, tenderly, cut the throats of the intruders as they slept. They hadn't even bothered to put up a night watch; it was as though they were taunting you, as you walked through the village gates, dagger in hand, and nothing but the sound of sweet whispers in your head. After you crossed that threshold, you were gone.

And when you came back – soaked in blood and feeling more alive than you had in weeks – you were staring at the ground. At the hopscotch.

Did you used to play this, when you were younger? Did you have friends you ran around with, giggling and laughing and playing? Were they kind? Were you kind? You hoped you were kind. You hoped that whatever you are now was a product of the tadpole, or a sick joke played by a god.

What of your parents? Did they care for you, give you candies and toys? Idly, you remember the sight of a Teddy bear held by one of the tiefling children back in the grove, and wonder if you had such a thing when you were young.

Staring up at the sky, you took in a deep breath, a heavy weight settling in your chest. Gripping the dagger tight – the steel now stained with so much blood, you were sure the blade would forever be tinted red – you stashed it back on your belt, and headed back to camp.

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“Looks like something tore through the goblins here,” was the first thing Shadowheart said when you walked into the Blighted Village. Your hand twitches by your side, “Let's hope whatever it was is long gone.”

Wyll hummed, tentatively poking at one of the corpses with his rapier before turning it over to examine the damage, “Such deep cuts… I'd be tempted to say a wild bear at best, and a gnoll at worst.”

“We should keep moving,” It was a struggle to keep your voice from shaking. Whether from excitement or fear… you didn't know, “In case it comes back.”

“Are you faring well?” Wyll set a hand on your shoulder, shaking you out of your stupor.

“You do look rather pale.”

“I'm fine, Shadowheart,” You replied, shrugging Wyll's hand off. You moved forward, passing over the hopscotch you saw last night, “Just didn't sleep well. That's all.”

That's all.

#baldur's gate 3 #the dark urge #bg3 #durge #bg3 fanfiction #milk's fics #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #bg3 durge #bg3 the dark urge

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bhaalspwned · 14 days ago

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𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐏𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃. private & selective blog for omen, aka, the dark urge / durge from baldur's gate 3 ; written by fable ( she / they ).

stats & biography. memes. playlist. pinterest. the other dark urge.

rules below !

hi!! 👋 i'm fable, i'm 23 years old, my timezone is est, i've been in the rpc for ~10 years, and you could pour soup in my lap and i'd probably apologize to you. if the way these are worded makes me sound a little harsh, it isn't meant to come off that way!! i've just been in the rpc for too long to be vague or lenient. that said, a few common sense rules before we get into the lengthier ones that may need a lil explaining:

— don't follow me if you're a dick towards any group of oppressed people. — mun =/= muse, i don't condone everything my muse does or has done in the past, you get the drill. — vagueposting / guiltposting is an instant block from me. direct communication is free.

anyway !!

[ 1 ] for blogs that i can’t see myself interacting with, i will soft block you to keep my followers clean ( unless your rules specify that you prefer to be hard blocked ) and i ask that you do the same to me so that i don't accidentally send memes or whatever to someone i'm not mutuals with. personal blogs will be also hard blocked immediately unless a sideblog is attached to it and i can easily see that. also, do not unfollow and follow again and again to get my attention. i will just hard block you and call it a day.

[ 2 ] i will only write with 18+ muns. if you follow me and are a minor or your age is not listed clearly on your blog, i will soft block you asap. do not lie to me about your age, you will be hard blocked if i find out.

on a similar but less serious note, i also don't follow if i can't immediately see an alias. just...kinda wanna know who i'm following, is all.

[ 3 ] i get that plotting is kinda important for some people!! however, rarely will i ever fully plot a thread, and i heavily prefer using memes to start interactions unless we're comfy enough to where i can just hop in your dms with an idea. now, plotting for the general vibe of the thread and dynamic between characters? absolutely!! but frankly, if i relied on completely plotting threads, i'd kill my creativity and get even less done than i already do. i'm here for a fun time, not a stressful time.

[ 4 ] speaking of relying on memes, feel free to send me several at a time! there's no pressure, of course, but you're more likely to get a timely response if you give me variety to work with. if i get a meme i don't think i can work with, i'll probably just send several back to you to make up for it, but please let me know if you would rather i not do that!!

also, memes i reblog never "expire". if i reblogged a meme six months ago and you wanna send something from it, have at it!! just. maybe like the post at the same time or something so i can check the context of it, if it's important lmao

[ 5 ] i am 23 and omen is very much an adult, so nsfw content is likely to show up here in some capacity, but mostly through headcanons and musings. when it does, it'll be tagged as "nsfw //" ( or "suggestive //" if it's only implied ). however, i'm only going to write those topics with people i'm close to, and even then, very rarely.

[ 6 ] i love shipping!! i am the least picky person i know, omen is kissable, and chances are i'm gonna be down with anything as long as we've talked about it a little ooc and the muses have chemistry and it's, you know, legal. i am down to explore all possible paths of a dynamic ( platonic or romantic ), so literally anything is a-okay if we talk it over first.

[ 7 ] anon hate is cringe, so if you send it, it won't get a response from me unless it's to make fun of you. at this point i expect most of us to know not to answer it seriously otherwise the sender is just being encouraged, so if i keep seeing it being answered / talked about on the dash ( unless it's being poked fun at ), i'm probably just going to soft block for my sake because. y'know, you didn't wanna get the negativity, i don't wanna see that negativity, etc.

on that note, untagged negativity will also lead to me unfollowing. untagged posts in general will lead to me unfollowing if it's a frequent thing, honestly.

[ 8 ] if you need something tagged, tell me! i’ll do my best to remember to tag what i need to, but please remind me if i happen to forget. my memory is genuinely so bad, i promise it's never intentional if i leave off a tag. the system i use is just "trigger //", and as for what i need tagged, all i ask is that visuals of sunflowers and ic detailed descriptions of terminal illnesses are tagged, specifically cancer. i'm not gonna get on anyone's case for not tagging either of those or anything, it'd just be nice <3

[ 9 ] obligatory "let's just have fun" rule here, we're all on this godawful site to write our silly little guys, it really isn't that serious. just be decent, and we'll be chill!!

#( pinned. )#bg3 rp #durge rp #dark urge rp

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long-haired-hottie · 1 month ago

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I’m Ken, feel free to ask but all the pronouns are okay. Addressing me as he/him is entirely welcome. This means I am LGBTQIA+ friendly. If you’re a TERF or radfem or racist or whatever then fuck off. You just don’t want to talk to me and I don’t want to talk to you. In fact, block me on sight. Make our lives easier by just not making interactions possible.

I am more likely to update my About and Rules page than this post. Please check there for updates.

11/8/24: I am not a fandom blog. I am a RP blog. If are not a RP blog and you want to interact with me by sending me headcanon or world building asks that's fine. If you want to comment on my posts that aren't RPs that's fine. I do ask that my OOC posts not be reblogged unless I state that it's okay. It's a squick of mine.

Interest Checker

If you voted for that orange lump then do not interact with me. Human rights are not pizza toppings. There is no agree to disagree on this front. I want nothing to do with you.

I block people like the wind changes direction. You may not have done anything wrong and if you feel that way then just feel free to have someone ask me what’s up. You might get unblocked and you might not. If you do then cool. If you don’t then move on with your life.

I’m over thirty. If your age is teenager then please find someone else to play with. This is a comfort thing for me. Thanks for being understanding.

I work full-time and respond to whatever I feel like if it sparks my interest. Feel free to send me a link to your latest response if it’s been like, a week and you really wanna continue.

I only write in third person, past tense point of view writing. I prefer my RP partners follow the same formula as it makes rereading threads much easier. Insert action RPs will be ignored outright.

I prefer that icons not be used in threads. I also prefer that text be unmodified because I have a hard time reading tiny text on my phone. Yes my settings are turned up. Tumblr's specifically a bitch to read things on for me. I hate it.

I do not respond with multiple paragraphs often. Sometimes you’ll get one or two sentences from me. I reblog answered ask memes that involve my character if we’re building a thread off of it for completetionist purposes. If this isn’t your cuppa tea, move along.

I’m in CST and can really only respond after about 7PM. I have low spoons generally thanks to being an introvert in a very social job setting so my energy waxes and wanes like the moon.

I am only interested in RPing in a DB/Z/S based setting with this blog. If your blog is multi-muse or multi-fandom, I will be going off the assumption that your muse is in the DB/Z/S verse and that anything that’s happened outside of that is not in the same universe. I do not have any interest in crossovers at this time.

I am only familiar with the anime as I just don’t have the money nor the energy to search for the manga online in less than legal places.

Mutuals that I really like get my Discord. Don’t give this out to all and sundry.

I don’t respond to anon hate. I just delete it because you’re really not worth the effort of caring about.

Art is by NekoArtDBZ aka xShironek0x on Tumblr/Twitter/other places.

Rules

Under 20 DNI. You will be blocked.

Life will come before RP. Feel free to poke me and give a link to continue something.

Boundaries are important. Ask about them. Respect them.

NSFW in DMs/Discord mostly. Dirty jokes on the TL are okay.

Shipping is fun! Shipping is great! I do multiship! That said, Dija dates multiple people at the same time! This is something people do in real life! It’s not cheating because hey, you don’t know who you’re going to settle down with until you meet and get to know them.

Unless otherwise specified, Dija starts out at twenty-two years of age and has just gotten out of a six year relationship.

When Dija is dating someone then the ship is automatically in a separate universe from other ships.

Dija is polyamorous. He's more than willing and able to settle down with just one person though.

If you want an AU where Dija is with your muse(s) only then please tell me so.

I communicate with my RP partners often and if I’m doing too much please let me know.

Don’t reblog my headcanons.

#about and rules

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s0ulsniper · 2 years ago

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Requests !!

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For all of my fanfictions all of these I state can be requested.

- one piece (live action characters until I finish the anime)

- spiderverse (literally anyone)

- deathgasm

- metal lords

- Scream (any except for 5&6, will add when I've watched them Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò)

- The umbrella academy (+cast)

- Marvel (most characters to an extent.)

-Wednesday (+cast, characters mostly only the students.)

-TMNT (please tell me which version)

-Avatar the last Airbender

-Albert aretz (Flamingo)

-Criminal minds (maybe cast also, depends on who.)

-Haikyuu (almost everyone.)

-Guns n roses, Metallica, Megadeth.

-Your boyfriend / girlfriend / crush.

-Death note (almost everyone)

-Moon knight (+Oscar Issac if just saying marvel wasn't enough to so specify)

-Arcane (almost everyone)

-Hunter x hunter

-Cobra Kai (modern and old.)

-Gotham

Please tell me if there are people you would like but you don't see on the list ! I'm sure I was stupid and forgot a couple, but I'll try to get everyone.

If you would like me to add any more prompts, please comment.

‼️ You do not need to use the prompts to request! But please at least give a brief description of what you want. ‼️

*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩*ੈ✩‧₊˚*

PROMPTS:

1.) "I will never stop protecting you"

2.) "It's so hard to sit here close to you and not kiss you."

3.) "I can braid your hair for you- I mean only if you want to."

4.) "Dance with me, please?"

5.) "How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?"

6.) "You are worth waiting for. So when you're ready, I'll be here."

7.)"I promised I'd love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep."

8.)"If there was anybody meant for me, it's you."

9.) "Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

10.) "Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that were dating?"

11.) "You got me breakfast?" "Well you said you always forgot to eat before work so I thought I'd make sure you ate something."

12.) "No no– it's alright, come here."

13.) "What? Does that feel good?"

14.) "Nope, I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get out of bed."

15.) "Your hair is so soft…"

16.) "C'mere, you can sit on my lap until I'm done working."

17.) "It's too cold ! Come back !"

18.) "I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention."

19.) "Shh, you're safe. I won't ever let you go."

20.) "Just pretend to be my date."

21.) "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

22.) "It's not a double date, we're just third and fourth-wheeling."

23.) "Close the door."

24.) "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

25.) "Watch me."

26.) "We could get arrested for this."

27.) "Why are you helping me?"

28.) "I thought you were dead."

29.) "If I could, I would kiss away all your scars."

30.)"Mmm. You're warm."

31.) "I think I might be falling in love with you."

32.) "You're so cute when you're half asleep like this."

33.) "Shh… it was just a bad dream. None of it was real, I'm here with you."

34.) "No, you can't get up! You're my prisoner for today."

35.) "It's not bad to cry, in fact I think that makes the person stronger."

36.) "Touch them, and you're dead."

37.) "Put the knife down, I'm not going to hurt you."

38.)"We're not alone."

39.) "Keep your eyes closed and don't make a sound."

40.) "How many times have I told you already? Sit still !"

41.) "Is that my shirt?"

42.) "Is that a drawing of me?"

43.) "Quick, kiss me!"

44.) "They're not you."

45.) "You look better in my clothes than I do."

46.) "You sure you wanna do this?"

47.) "We can take things slow."

48.) "I'm gonna remember this for a while."

49.) "You're doing so good."

50.) "Do you wanna make out?"

51.) "Teach me how to do it."

*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩‧₊˚*ੈ✩*ੈ✩‧₊˚*

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secret-engima · 1 year ago

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Hiiii! Welcome to my blog. I have several fandoms and random things on here, aus out my ears and more fics besides.

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 2 years ago

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Picture Imperfect pt 2

Prompts: hey this is a stupid ask but could u maybe make a fic about roman and virgil bonding and growing closer post pof and fwsa and all? could be platonic, pining and then romantic, whatever ud like. ik its not the best prompt but ive got them on the brain, ive re-listened to the reputation album and ur writing is just so good and if not, take care of urself! - anon

I absolutely love your Sanders Sides stories, I can always 'hear' the character's voices - if you get what I mean. If you ever feel motivated or are looking for suggestions, I'd love to see something more from "Picture Imperfect" - I know Roman implies that Imagination versions of the other Sides have escaped before, and I'd really love to see him/the other Sides dealing with something like that! Either way, thank you for all your hard work! <3 - anon

hey could u write a fic about like, ro and vee out on an outing (maybe a first or second date if it’s romantic) and it starts raining so ro expects virgil to get scared and go back inside, but he just starts laughing and dancing and having fun or whatever? and then suddenly they’re both having a blast in the rain (bonus points for the cheesiest fucking rain kiss ever-). no pressure btw, and i love ur work <3 especially how u portray prinxiety! - anon

Uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous babe I don’t know how to put this req here but it’s here I promise

Read on Ao3 Part 1

Warnings: none

Pairings: prinxiety

Word Count: 3521

Virgil approaches him after everything is over and just pokes his arm.

“Uh, hey, Princey?”

“Yes?”

“Can you—can you tell me how many times you’ve done that?”

Roman frowns. “Done what?”

“Well, the whole…’other versions of us,’ thing.”

Shame curdles anew in his chest and he takes a deep breath, swallowing it as best he can. “W-well, I can’t specify exactly how many times I ran that specific scenario, but…er, it’s a tad more complicated than that, actually.”

“I got time.”

“U-um, can we—can we do this somewhere more private?”

“You wanna go to your room?”

“Yeah—yes, actually, that would be a good idea. There’s something in there that will help.”

Virgil frowns but doesn’t press until they’ve moved up and out of the living room. Roman glances at the door and lets out a sigh when he sees it’s closed. Good. Little chance of anyone interrupting them from either side now.

“Roman?”

He shakes himself. “Right. Sorry. So, um…can I ask why you’re asking, first of all? I-it’s not that I particularly mind answering, per se, it’s just that I…um…”

“You’ll be able to tailor your answer to my question if you understand the specifics of it?” He shrugs when Roman looks at him, surprised. “What? You and L really aren’t that different from each other, you know.”

“I know…”

Logan had said as much, taking him aside much like this and having the softest conversation about the importance of understanding why they’re each doing their own role when it comes to Roman’s ideas and the videos and everything, including saying something about how if he’s managed to stop Roman from wanting to create, he’s failed as a critiquer because he’s extinguished Roman’s creative drive.

Roman may or may not have cried into his shoulder after that.

“But really—running things over and over in your head just to show how much they could suck? Kinda my thing, Princey.”

“That’s what—oh, Virgil, I’m so sorry.”

“Eh.” He waves his hand. “Don’t worry about it. That’s my gig, I know how to do it in a way that’s healthy—okay maybe not entirely healthy,” he concedes when Roman gives him a look, “but it’s my thing. Maybe I’m wondering why you thought it had to be yours too.”

“I didn’t mean to steal your thunder, Virgil, I really didn’t—“

“Roman,” Virgil says, reaching out and taking his shoulders to make him look, “I’m not mad at you. I’m not gonna get mad at you. I’m worried, okay?”

Roman takes a deep breath. “Right. Sorry.”

“’S okay. Just take your time.”

In and out. We can do this.

“The Imagination is…temperamental,” he begins, “especially when it comes to all of us. Mostly because we’re a more…concrete part of Thomas’s Imagination seeing as we…sort of become real but not exactly?”

“Okay, I’m with you so far.”

“But because the Imagination likes to go in the direction of what could be, it…sometimes spits out other versions of us.”

Virgil blinks. “What, like clones?”

“Sort of? It’s more—it’s more like it makes alternate versions of us that lean slightly more into different—oh, goodness—character interpretations.”

Virgil narrows his eyes. “You’re gonna have to be more specific, there, Princey.”

Roman scrubs a hand over his face. ��One time there was a Patton who got out of the Imagination that was obsessed with basking specifically chocolate chip cookies.”

“How is that different from our Patton?”

“This one managed to use literally all of the flour and sugar we had before I was able to stop him.”

“Okay, yeah, that’s—that’s different. So they’re all just, like, slightly off?”

“It’s more like if someone took the sliders for their personalities from their video game characters and messed around with them?” Roman pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I’m not doing a very good job of explaining this.”

“No, no, I got it. That’s a good analogy.” Virgil glances at the door to the Imagination. “So—wait, is that where they come from?”

“They can come from any of the doors, they just mostly come through this one since it’s my side and not Remus’s and…um…”

Virgil raises an eye when Roman’s cheeks start to flush.

“God, this is embarrassing.”

“I’m not here to make fun of you,” he reminds, “I’m just worried.”

“You have to promise you won’t tease me.”

“Okay, I promise.”

“Wait, really, just like that?”

“I’m only an asshole to you when it’s funny, Roman.”

“Your definition of ‘funny’ needs some work.”

“You need to stop dodging the question.”

“Fine, fine, okay, it’s just…” Roman takes a deep breath. This is mortifying. “…sometimes I would summon them, okay?”

“You’d summon other versions of us? What for?”

“To…to…” He twists his hands together. “To…comfort me.”

Silence. Yep, this was a mistake. This was the worst decision he could have made here and he wishes this were a not-real version of Virgil so he could just yell cut and have this experience not be actually happening.

“…brace yourself, Princey, you’re getting a hug.”

“Wha—ah!”

Roman barely has time to finish asking the question before Virgil’s arms are wound tightly around him, his face buried in the crook of his neck as he tries to shove Roman into his chest. Roman just wraps his arms around him too, carefully twisting his fingers into the fabric of Virgil’s hoodie.

“…um…”

“Nope.” Virgil tightens his grip as Roman makes to pull back. “You get hugs now. No buts about it.”

“Do I get to ask why?”

“Aside from the fact that you’ve just told me you didn’t feel like you could ask us for comfort so you had to summon other versions of us?”

Roman wisely keeps his mouth shut and just rests his chin on Virgil’s shoulder. Virgil makes a noise that sounds vaguely like that’s what I thought.

“…sorry?”

“Ah, shit, Princey, no,” Virgil mumbles, pulling back and looking Roman in the face, “I’m not—I’m not mad at you, okay? I’m—okay, I’m a little mad at myself and everyone else, but mostly I’m just sad, okay?”

“Since when have you been so transparent about what you’re feeling?”

As soon as he says it, he bites his lip so hard he almost draws blood.

“Shit, Roman, don’t do that.” Virgil taps his chin. “Leggo, come on. I’m just—you’re gonna make yourself bleed, let go—there, that’s better. I’m trying to be better about it, okay, that’s it.”

Roman just nods. Is…is he sure this isn’t some other version of Virgil? There’s the big door to the Imagination in the hallway, after all, maybe…

“It is really me, by the way, I can hear you thinking about it over there.”

“Wait, you can what?”

“Not literally, Princey,” Virgil says, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “but thanks for telling me I’m right.”

Roman makes a face and goes to pull away when Virgil just chuckles and holds him tighter.

“Okay, that was mean.”

“Yes, yes, it was.”

“Look, just—you can come to us, okay? You don’t have to make versions of us that you think will comfort you ‘cause we won’t.”

“You—you mean that?”

“You see J around anywhere?”

Roman glances around. Sure enough, there’s no Janus. “Alright. I’ll—I’ll try.”

Virgil smiles at him—not a smirk, not that weird half-smile thing he does when he’s trying not to laugh, but a real smile—and claps him on the shoulder. “That’s all we can ask for, Princey. And uh, let me know if you need help catching any rogue versions of us, okay?”

Roman just nods dumbly as Virgil waves and walks out of his room.

He glances at the door to the Imagination, still firmly shut.

Huh.

———

“Hey, Virgil?”

Virgil takes out a headphone. “What’s up, Princey?”

“Have you seen Remus anywhere?”

“He said he was spending the day with the Kraken brood.” Virgil frowns. “Why, something wrong?”

“Well, he told me he was doing that too and there’s currently a Remus on top of the fridge doing his best to replace the water in the ice maker with slime.”

“What the—oh. Oh, is this one of the—okay. Yeah, what d’you need?”

“I think he’s only going to respond to your tempest tongue and I can’t do that.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got you.”

Virgil tucks his phone into his pocket and sets his headphones on the bed as he follows Roman down to the kitchen. Sure enough, there’s a Remus perched on top of the fridge, cackling wildly with his hands full of what looks like a blended version of Slimer from Ghostbusters.

“Remus,” Virgil calls, many-layered voice getting the little gremlin’s attention, “get down from there.”

Remus pouts somehow while still cackling and lobs a handful of goo at them. Roman quickly summons an umbrella and blocks it.

“Remus,” Virgil warns, “don’t make me come up there.”

Remus just cackles louder.

“Alright, you asked for it.”

He closes his eyes and concentrates for a few seconds, growing two feet taller and reaching up to scoop Remus up like a feral raccoon. He screeches, goo still saying everywhere, as Roman quickly grabs Virgil’s shoulder and sinks them out to his room. Virgil blinks, adjusting to the quick change, and Roman waves at him frantically by the open door.

“Chuck him in!”

“Don’t have to tell me twice!”

One gooey, cackling Remus later, Roman slams the door shut and lets out a sigh, reaching out to poof away the remaining slime.

“Oh, that’s sick. Can you clean everything like that?”

“No, just the Imagination messes. Thanks for your help.”

“Eh, no problem. Used to have to do that when we were younger anyway.”

“…ah. I see.”

Virgil looks at him oddly when Roman suddenly appears to deflate, only to realize that Roman didn’t get to grow up with Remus. “Oh, hey, I didn’t mean—“

“No, no, it’s quite alright. We’re…well, I suppose we’re making up for lost time now. I certainly wouldn’t’ve known to just…” He makes a picking-up gesture with his arms. “How long have you been able to grow like that?”

“I think it’s a fight-or-flight thing.”

“Got it.”

There are a few moments of awkward silence.

“Well, I should let you get back to…what were you doing?”

“Oh, I was watching this show on Netflix. It’s called My Name.”

“Wait, is that the one about the girl whose father gets killed in the first episode and then she goes on this whole journey to try and find who was responsible?”

“Yeah, ‘ve you heard of it?”

“I was going to try and watch it! What episode are you on?”

“Uh…episode two. I’m not that far into it yet. But there’s only, like, six episodes or something.”

“Would you—would you want to watch it with me? Not like together, together, but—like a book club sort of thing?”

Virgil is not going to helplessly smile at how cute Roman is when he’s all eager, he’s not. “Sure. That’d be fun.”

He is going to smile when Roman grins so wide it looks like his face must hurt.

———

“Therapy isn’t enough,” Virgil announces as he strides into Roman’s room, “I need to be weird about that old man.”

Roman chuckles and looks up from where he is at his desk, typing away at his computer. “So you watched the next episode, huh?”

“Look, I don’t know why he insists on making everything as dramatic as possible, but he does and it works for him.”

“So this is about that scene where he just rips his shirt halfway open for no reason, huh?”

“For no reason? Excuse me?” Virgil flops on Roman’s bed. “It is his gay-given right to be that dramatic and it’s working for him.”

“Seems like it’s working for you too.”

“Don’t act like you’re above it, you spent twenty minutes waxing poetic about how the framing around him sitting in his office chair was poetic cinema.”

“Yes, because I’m a storyteller and I can appreciate the use of framing in film and television to contribute to said story.”

“Uh-huh. How’s the writing going over there?”

“Don’t talk to me or my Untitled Document (1) ever again.”

Virgil laughs, head lolling back against the pillows as Roman shakes his head in mock sternness. “He’s so gone for him.”

“Who is? The assistant for him or him for the dead guy?”

“Yes.”

“You’re correct and you should say it.” He squints at the screen. “Wait, what’s a gender-neutral term for parent?”

A pause, then the rustle of fabric. “I want you to repeat what you just said to yourself.”

Roman does. “I might be stupid.”

“‘Might be,’ he says.”

“Shut up.”

“What’s the word I’m looking for that is like the exact word I’m looking for?”

“Leave me alone.”

Another laugh from behind him as he continues trying to type. But the thought of actually having Virgil here to talk about something they’re both watching is a lot more tempting than working on this idea that isn’t even due for a few more weeks anyway. He chews on his lip for a second before saving his work and closing it down. He did have more than half of it completed, thank you very much.

He turns around, seeing Virgil sprawled over his bed like it’s his own, scrolling on his phone, and just takes a moment to look.

Virgil looks…happy. It’s a good look on him.

“When you’re done staring at me, I got a post to show you.”

“What is it?”

“Slow-motion GIFs of that moment.”

“Move over, then.”

———

By this point, when Roman asks him for help with wrangling an escaped version of one of them, they can do it while having a conversation.

“I followed one of the main blogs in the fandom yesterday,” Virgil says as he grabs two of a Janus’s arms. “They followed me back.”

“Oh, really?” Roman grabs two more and starts hauling him toward the Imagination, deftly knocking aside a swinging cane. “You got to mutual status that quickly?”

“They said they liked my meta posts. Gave you credit, of course—“

“As you should.”

“—but yeah, they seem cool. It’s weird, I know it’s not like actually having a celebrity you can interact with, but it’s like—“

“It’s like being relatively famous just by having them know you. Do you think they’re laughing at your silly little jokes every morning,” Roman teases as they get the squirming noodle to the door, “while they’re having breakfast?”

“Thank goodness, maybe they’ll spare me when the cops come to kill all of us.”

“Or a rival gang.”

They shove the weird version of Janus back into the Imagination and shake themselves off. Roman picks up a piece of paper and jots it down.

“Is it just me,” Virgil mutters, “or are they getting…weirder?”

“This is the first real weird one you’ve seen.”

“That has some implications that I do not like.”

“Uh-huh.” Roman shudders. “Just you wait. They’ll get weirder.”

“Is it too late to back out of this?”

“No. I can stop asking you if you want.”

Virgil reaches out and knuckles Roman’s shoulder. “I’m kidding. I couldn’t leave you to deal with all of that on your own.”

Roman doesn’t look at him for a moment, fiddling with the fingers on one hand. “I dunno, it’s just…this is pretty much a direct result of me not being able to deal with my own problems by myself, so…I would understand if you wanted to stop having to deal with them.”

Virgil looks at him for a moment. Then, out of nowhere, he says: “you know, sometimes I struggle with feeling useful.”

Roman whips his head around. “What?”

“Well, you guys come up with ideas, I’m only here to…point out the problems. Not that I’m not saying that’s not useful, but like…I gotta wait until you do all your work before I can even think about doing mine, do you get what I mean?”

“I believe so…Virgil, you—“

“So when you ask me for help with this,” Virgil says, speaking smoothly over him, “it makes me feel useful. This…this helps me too.”

Roman stops, staring at him in something that’s almost wonder. “It does?”

“Yeah, Princey. We—we’re all damaged in some way. We just gotta find someone else whose damage is compatible with ours.”

Roman blinks a few times as a slow smile spreads across his face. “Why, Virgil. That was almost poetic.”

“Shut up.”

“No, really, I’d love to see what you could write—“

“Shut up!”

———

“Hey, Roman?”

Roman looks up from his desk. “What’s up?”

Virgil shifts his weight from side to side. “Can we—this is a stupid question.”

“I’ve adjusted my expectations accordingly.” He shuts his laptop and turns to face him. “What can I do for you?”

“Can…can we go into the Imagination?” When Roman pauses for a moment, he quickly keeps going. “It’s just—I know I see it a bit when we throw the others back in and there’s not really a big difference and it’s all what you make of it but I just—you know what? Never mind. This was stupid.”

“No, no—“ Roman quickly stands up to catch Virgil’s elbow as he turns to leave— “no, Virgil, it’s not stupid. I’d love to take you to the Imagination.”

“You…you would?”

“Yeah. Do you wanna go now?”

“Aren’t you busy?”

“Mindlessly scrolling, that’s it. Come on,” he coaxes, leading Virgil back toward the door, “it’ll be fun.”

Virgil keeps watching him warily until Roman manages to get them through the door. He closes it firmly behind them as Virgil stares around at the field they find themselves in, littered with wildflowers and grassy hills as it stretches out almost endlessly in front of them.

“…whoa.”

“Do you like it?”

“Princey, this is…this is fucking pretty.”

Unbelievably, Roman feels himself start to blush. “You like it?”

“Fuck—yeah, Roman. This is—how do you not spend all of your time here?”

“Well, it gets a little boring just staring at fields of flowers forever, and sometimes—“

As if on cue, a massive bank of thunderclouds rolls in overhead and it begins to rain.

“Sometimes it does that,” Roman sighs, already turning back to the Imagination door, “I’m sorry, I really can’t predict those, they just happen sometimes. Come on, you can borrow something dry, I don’t…”

He trails off when he notices Virgil’s not next to him. He looks back.

Virgil stands in the middle of the flowers, his head tilted back toward the sky. The purple-black of his hoodie almost perfectly matches the purple-black of the clouds. His eyes close, feeling the rain on his face, hands slightly outstretched as if to welcome it. He looks—he looks—he—

Oh.

“Virgil?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I—can I kiss you?”

Virgil looks at him and chuckles. “Getting real cliché, huh, Princey? Was this your plan?”

“N-no, not necessarily, I—wait, what? You’re not surprised?”

“I’m kinda surprised you asked first, but you are Romance.”

“You—you—“ Roman blinks. “Wait, you want to kiss me too?”

Virgil just grins and walks up to him.

“Hi,” he murmurs as he kisses Roman, both of their eyes fluttering shut as the rain pours over them.

Roman doesn’t need to worry about this not being the real Virgil. He’d never be capable of Imagining something as incredible as this.

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wanderings-of-galar · 1 year ago

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Hi there. I’m not really sure how this whole thing works but…I’m just your less-than-average Galarian who likes watching Pokémon, enjoying nature, or just chilling around. I’m not very good at talking to people, so I made this blog to try and be more social…but I don’t really know how that will go…

I have two Pokémon at the moment, my dearest Inteleon, River, and my lovely Gallade, Callister. I’m not the best at battling and it makes me quite anxious, especially against others…but, you know. I’ve had to do a few battles because my Pokémon like it and who am I to deny them being cool and strong? :)

Sometimes I travel to other places, but you can most often find me in Wedgehurst where I live, or around the Wild Area. I love learning new things about Pokémon.

((ooc info and ref under cut))

//Above is a ref of Soda - I might make a higher quality one in future but this has all the basic details

Hello I’m very new to poke rp so if I mess stuff up I’m sorry. I, the creator of the blog (mun?) am also called Soda, so if you wanna talk to me ooc please do specify (sorry I know it’s confusing). Both I and the character (muse?) are autistic.

This character is basically a self insert of sorts with some changes here and there. There probably won’t be any extreme or angsty lore, this is just a mostly comfy blog meant to document various things the character and her pokemon do together. I’m pretty anxious myself so if i take a while to reply or some replies seem awkward, that’s why (but also that’s the character too).

This is a side blog so I will like and follow from my main @triskelion-soda //

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bloodfreed · 9 days ago

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃. private & selective blog for xerkses, the dark urge from baldur's gate 3. written by fable ( she / they ). strictly follows a redemption route.

stats & biography ( wip; temp bio here ). memes. playlist. pinterest. the other dark urge.

rules below !

anyway !!

on a similar but less serious note, i also don't follow if i can't immediately see an alias. just...kinda wanna know who i'm following, is all.

[ 5 ] i am 23 and xerkses is very much an adult, so nsfw content is likely to show up here in some capacity, but mostly through headcanons and musings. when it does, it'll be tagged as "nsfw //" ( or "suggestive //" if it's only implied ). however, i'm only going to write those topics with people i'm close to, and even then, very rarely.

[ 6 ] ships! i love shipping!! i am the least picky person i know, xerkses is kissable, and chances are i'm gonna be down with anything as long as we've talked about it a little ooc and the muses have chemistry and it's, you know, legal. i am down to explore all possible paths of a dynamic ( platonic or romantic ), so literally anything is a-okay if we talk it over first.

on that note, untagged negativity will also lead to me unfollowing. untagged posts in general will lead to me unfollowing if it's a frequent thing, honestly.

[ 9 ] obligatory "let's just have fun" rule here, we're all on this godawful site to write our silly little guys, it really isn't that serious. just be decent, and we'll be chill!!

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