#spring event ;; ask meme

[shungyo]

━━ ⊹ · tag dump 1. general 🌸

🌸 visage:・ﾟ spring within a thundering heart ; cerasus bellator. ━━ ⊹ ·

🌸 berry speaks:・ﾟ rambles & more. ━━ ⊹ ·

🌸 headcanons:・ﾟ ashes of a spring dawn. ━━ ⊹ ·

🌸 thoughts:・ﾟ & i said to the light; consume me. ━━ ⊹ ·

🌸 memes:・ﾟ a new commission from the adventurers' guild. ━━ ⊹ ·

🌸 musings:・ﾟ making a martyr of yourself. ━━ ⊹ ·

🌸 combat:・ﾟ as fast as light with the force of a thunder. ━━ ⊹ ·

🌸 ask:・ﾟ the breeze foretold your arrival. ━━ ⊹ ·

🌸 promo:・ﾟ hang out event. ━━ ⊹ ·

🌸 crack:・ﾟ of course you use they / them and have martyr tendencies. ━━ ⊹ ·

🌸 save:・ﾟ convictions turned into a reality. ━━ ⊹ ·

[ducktoo]

Getaway

Jo Yuri x M!Reader

Note: here’s to the hamster girl that got the big bag from the squid 🫶

It started with excitement. A group chat buzzing with memes about sunsets over the ocean, lists of must-try cruise activities, and an unhealthy number of debates over how many swimsuits one person actually needs. This was supposed to be the trip—five days of relaxation, laughter, and memories with your closest friends.

Then the excuses started rolling in.

First, it was Jihun. “Sorry, man, work’s piling up. I can’t take the time off.” His message was punctuated with a sad face emoji, as if that would soften the blow.

Next, Minji dropped out, claiming some vague “family emergency.” You tried to sympathize until you saw her Instagram story of her at a café with her dog, captioned Much-needed chill day.

By the time Seungmin admitted he “forgot” about his cousin’s wedding, you were already resigned to your fate. One by one, your friends bailed, leaving you holding the metaphorical bag—and the very literal cruise ticket.

Cancelling wasn’t an option. Non-refundable, non-exchangeable, non-everything, because you’d been too cheap to spring for the insurance. You’d planned for the luxury cabin, imagining yourself waking up to ocean views and feeling like royalty with your close friends. But with everyone else backing out, your budget evaporated faster than the group chat notifications.

Which led to this: you, booking a shared cabin with a stranger. It was either that or throw away the money you didn’t have to lose.

“You’ll be fine,” you told yourself as you stared at the confirmation email. “It’s just five days. How bad could it be?”

-

Yuri tugged the strap of her duffel bag higher on her shoulder, sighing as she handed over her cruise ticket at the check-in counter. She was supposed to be here with her family—her parents, her older sister—but life had a way of throwing curveballs.

Her sister had come down with the flu two days before the trip. Nothing too serious, but enough that her parents decided to stay home to take care of her. “You should still go,” her mother had insisted. “We already paid for your ticket. Think of it as a break.”

Yuri didn’t argue. A break sounded… necessary.

After Squid Game Season 2 aired, her world had been flipped upside down. Fame was exhilarating, sure, but it was also overwhelming. Endless interviews, promotional events, fans recognizing her on the street. It felt like she was constantly on, with no time to just breathe.

She’d thought about cancelling. Spending five days alone on a cruise ship wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. But her mother’s words lingered: You need a break, Yuri. Go.

So here she was, trying to convince herself that five days of ocean views and buffet dinners could somehow make her feel like herself again.

The only catch? She’d been bumped to a shared cabin because of a last-minute shuffle in bookings. “It’ll be fine,” the cruise rep had told her over the phone. “It’s just a roommate. You’ll hardly notice them.”

Yuri rolled her eyes at the memory. Hardly notice them?

Yeah, right.

If this was anything like her recent luck, her roommate would either be a chatterbox who didn’t know the meaning of personal space or some fan who wouldn’t stop asking about the show.

She stepped into the tiny cabin, already dreading the next five days.

-

The cruise ship looms large in the harbor, its pristine white exterior gleaming under the midday sun. You pause for a moment, clutching your duffel bag, letting the salty breeze wash over you. The idea of going on this cruise solo still feels surreal, but with all your friends bailing at the last minute, you weren’t about to let the ticket—and your deposit—go to waste.

The fact that you’d been downgraded to a shared cabin? Well, that was a bitter pill you were still swallowing.

Cabin 512A. The number taunts you as you make your way down the narrow, carpeted hallways.

The luggage wheels behind you squeak, the only sound in the otherwise quiet corridor. You grip the keycard tightly, your heart thumping faster than it should. Sharing a cabin with a stranger was bound to be awkward, but you’d convinced yourself it couldn’t be that bad.

The door beeps as you slide the keycard, and you step inside. It’s… snug. Two single beds crammed into a space that feels more like a walk-in closet with delusions of grandeur. One bed is already claimed, judging by the neatly folded hoodie and headphones resting on it.

You hear a faint sound—a soft hum—from the bathroom. Your brows knit together. It’s familiar. Too familiar.

The door creaks open before you can dwell on it further, and your new cabinmate steps out. She’s small, dressed in an oversized sweater and denim shorts, her hair casually tied up. For a moment, her gaze locks with yours, her eyes wide and questioning.

“UH…hi,” she says, her voice soft but steady. “You must be my roommate.”

You nod, but you’re not really listening. Your brain is short-circuiting, trying to process what you’re seeing.

Jo Yuri.

Not just your cabinmate—Jo Yuri, the breakout star from Squid Game Season 2. You’d binge-watched the entire season when it came out a few months ago, captivated by her performance. She played one of the more appealing characters: the underdog who managed to power through the entirety of the season. People online had been calling her the “puppy of the season.”

And now, she’s standing in front of you, looking more ordinary than you ever thought possible. No makeup, no stylists, just a girl with messy hair and an easy smile.

“Uh… yeah,” you finally manage, trying to play it cool. “That’s me. Roommate. Hi.”

She chuckles, her smile widening. “You okay there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

You shake your head quickly, attempting to compose yourself. “No, no. It’s just… you look really familiar.”

Her expression shifts slightly, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. “Ah,” she says, her tone light but guarded. “You’ve seen it?”

You don’t need her to elaborate. “Squid Game?” you ask, careful to keep your voice neutral.

“Yeah.” She shrugs, leaning casually against the wall. “That’d do it.”

There’s a beat of silence, and you scramble to fill it. “You were great in it,” you blurt out, cringing internally at how fanboy-ish you sound. “Like, really great. One of the best parts of the season.”

Her lips quirk into a smile, but there’s a hint of weariness in it. “Thanks. Appreciate that.”

You sense there’s more she’s not saying, but you don’t push. Instead, you gesture to your bed. “Uh, mind if I unpack?”

“Go for it,” she says, stepping aside.

The awkwardness lingers as you start unpacking, but you catch her glancing at you a couple of times, like she’s sizing you up. It’s weird—sharing a room with someone who’s been on your screen, who people have written essays and theories about online.

Finally, she breaks the silence. “So… what made you come on this cruise?”

You hesitate, debating how much to share. “Friends bailed,” you admit with a shrug. “Didn’t want to waste the ticket. What about you?”

She snorts, perching on the edge of her bed. “Needed a break. Too many people. Too much noise.”

“Isn’t that ironic?” you tease, surprising yourself with your boldness. “Considering, you know… you.”

Her laugh is light, genuine. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

The conversation eases after that, flowing like a gentle current. You don’t mention Squid Game again, and she doesn’t bring it up either. Instead, you talk about the ship, the itinerary, and the overly enthusiastic cruise director you’d both spotted during boarding.

But in the back of your mind, you’re still reeling. Jo Yuri, in the flesh. And somehow, you’re supposed to survive five days of sharing a cabin with her without making a complete fool of yourself.

-

You’re still reeling from the whole “roommate with a stranger” situation when Yuri suggests exploring the ship. It feels like the right thing to do—anything to avoid sitting in the cabin together, surrounded by the thick air of awkward silence.

“Uh… sure,” you say, scratching the back of your neck. “Lead the way?”

Yuri raises an eyebrow at you, her expression somewhere between amused and unimpressed. “You’re really going to make me decide everything, huh?”

“No, no, I just—uh—thought maybe you… had a plan,” you mumble, stumbling over your words.

Her lips twitch into a small smirk. “Relax, I’m not gonna bite.”

You try, you really do, but relaxing is easier said than done when you’re walking shoulder to shoulder with someone like Jo Yuri. She’s effortlessly cool, with her confident stride and casual yet chic outfit that screams “I’m too cool for this, but I’m here anyway.” Meanwhile, you feel like a bundle of frayed nerves, overthinking every step and every word.

The first stop is the promenade deck. It’s lined with shops selling overpriced souvenirs, jewellery, and random knick-knacks you definitely don’t need.

“Look at this,” Yuri says, holding up a sparkly snow globe with a tiny replica of the ship inside. “A whole fifteen dollars for something that’s going to collect dust on a shelf.”

You laugh nervously, unsure if you’re supposed to agree or argue. “Yeah, it’s, uh… it’s definitely not worth it.”

She narrows her eyes at you, clearly catching on to your awkward vibe. “You don’t talk much, do you?”

You blink, feeling your ears heat up. “I talk! I just… don’t want to say anything dumb.”

Yuri tilts her head, studying you for a moment. Then, to your surprise, she bursts out laughing. It’s not mocking—more like she finds your honesty refreshing. “You’re not as scary as you look.”

“I don’t look scary,” you protest, though your voice comes out weaker than you’d like.

“Mm, debatable,” she teases, nudging your arm.

You’re about to respond when the two of you pass by a small café on the deck. The smell of fresh pastries wafts out, and Yuri stops abruptly, sniffing the air like a cartoon character.

“Okay, we’re going in,” she declares.

Before you can protest, she grabs your wrist and pulls you inside. The café is cozy, with warm lighting and a display case full of pastries that look almost too good to eat. Yuri walks up to the counter, her eyes scanning the options with laser focus.

“Two croissants,” she says, turning to you. “And you’re paying.”

“What? Why?” you stammer, fumbling for your wallet.

“Because I’m cute and you’re trying to make a good first impression,” she says, deadpan, though her eyes twinkle with mischief.

You have no comeback for that, so you hand over the money and follow her to a small table by the window.

Yuri takes a bite of her croissant and lets out a satisfied hum. “Okay, I’ll admit it. This is worth the overpriced cruise food.”

You nibble on yours, trying to act casual. “Yeah, it’s, uh… not bad.”

After finishing your snacks, the two of you wander out onto the open deck. The sea stretches endlessly in every direction, the horizon blending seamlessly with the sky. The sound of waves and the salty breeze are oddly calming.

“So,” Yuri says, breaking the silence. “What’s the first thing you wanna do tomorrow?”

You glance at her, surprised she’s asking. “Uh… I don’t know. What do you want to do?”

She groans, throwing her head back dramatically. “You’re impossible.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be polite!”

“Polite is boring,” she says with a smirk. “But fine. How about karaoke? I saw a lounge near the theatre earlier.”

You immediately feel a pit in your stomach. “Karaoke? Like… singing?”

“No, like interpretive dance,” she says, rolling her eyes. “Yes, singing. Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared,” you lie, though the thought of embarrassing yourself in front of her is already giving you secondhanded anxiety.

“Good,” she says, her grin widening. “Because I’m definitely dragging you tomorrow.”

-

You wake up to the sound of waves gently lapping against the ship and faint footsteps outside the cabin. It takes a moment for you to remember where you are—and who you’re sharing the space with.

Rolling over, you see Yuri still fast asleep, her face buried in the pillow and her hair a chaotic mess. It’s oddly endearing, watching her like this, but you quickly snap out of it before she wakes up and catches you staring.

Not wanting to linger in the tiny cabin, you freshen up quietly and head to the deck to catch the sunrise. You don’t expect Yuri to join you, but just as the horizon starts to blush with orange and pink, you hear her voice.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” she asks, leaning on the railing beside you, still in her oversized hoodie. Her hair is slightly more presentable now, but you notice a faint crease on her cheek from the pillow.

“Something like that,” you reply, offering her a small smile.

For a while, the two of you stand there in silence, the morning air crisp and salty. The awkwardness from yesterday lingers faintly, but it feels more like background noise now, drowned out by the tranquillity of the moment.

“I’m starving,” she finally says, breaking the quiet.

You laugh. “I think they’re serving breakfast already. Want to head down?”

She nods, and the two of you make your way to the dining hall. It’s bustling but not chaotic, and you manage to snag a table near the window. Yuri piles her plate with fruit, eggs, and enough toast to feed a small village.

“Do you always eat this much in the morning?” you tease, gesturing to her plate.

She narrows her eyes at you, mock offense dripping from her tone. “I’m stocking up for the day. Don’t judge me.”

You chuckle and take a bite of your food, the atmosphere between you two finally starting to loosen.

After breakfast, the day unfolds naturally. You both decide to explore the ship, starting with the pool deck. The sun is warm, the water glistening, and you’re surprised to find how easy it is to talk to Yuri now.

“I can’t believe how big this place is,” she says, spinning in place to take it all in.

“Yeah, it’s like a floating city,” you agree.

She grins at you. “Still down for the karaoke? I’m kind of amazing at karaoke.”

“Oh really? Amazing, huh?” you reply, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t believe me?” she challenges, her tone playful.

“Surely someone here among us is not a singer, huh.”

The two of you continue wandering, checking out the shops, the gym, and even a small art gallery tucked away on one of the lower decks. Yuri lingers in front of a painting of a ship caught in a storm, her expression thoughtful.

“What’s on your mind?” you ask, curious.

She shrugs but doesn’t look away from the painting. “I was just thinking… it’s crazy how people used to travel like this all the time, not knowing if they’d make it.”

“That’s kind of a downer,” you joke lightly, trying to break the mood.

She laughs softly and nudges your arm. “Sorry, I get weird sometimes. Let’s go find that karaoke bar.”

By the time evening rolls around, you’re both sitting in the lounge, sipping on mocktails with tiny umbrellas in them. Yuri sips hers thoughtfully, the sunset casting a golden glow over her face.

“I’m glad I didn’t cancel this trip,” she admits, almost to herself.

You glance at her, surprised. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

She shrugs, but there’s a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “It’s not so bad having a decent person to share it with.”

For a moment, you’re caught off guard, unsure how to respond. But then you see the way her eyes crinkle slightly at the corners, and you realize she’s being genuine.

“Yeah,” you say softly, feeling the awkward tension between you two finally dissolve. “It’s not so bad.”

As the night stretches on, the ship seems to come alive with laughter and music, and you and Yuri find yourselves in the karaoke bar after all. She picks an upbeat song you don’t know but belts it out like a pro, her confidence infectious.

When she finishes, breathless and laughing, you can’t help but clap louder than anyone else in the room. She bows dramatically, blowing you a playful kiss before hopping off the stage.

“Your turn,” she says, sliding into the seat next to you.

“Oh hell no…” you protest, shaking your head.

“Too bad,” she replies, grabbing your arm and dragging you up to the stage. “We’re doing a duet. Here's a private lesson with a professional.”

And just like that, day two ends with the two of you laughing so hard you can barely breathe, the awkwardness from yesterday now nothing more than a distant memory.

-

Day three begins with a comfortable silence between you and Yuri as you both sip your morning coffee on the balcony. By now, you’ve grown accustomed to her quirks: the way she furrows her brows when she’s deep in thought, how she adds a ridiculous amount of sugar to her coffee, and how she taps her nails rhythmically on the table when she’s bored.

“You’re staring,” Yuri says without looking up from her phone, a sly smile tugging at her lips.

“Am not,” you reply quickly, turning your gaze to the horizon. The sun is already high, and the shimmering ocean stretches endlessly.

After breakfast, the ship announces its arrival at a nearby island, and Yuri excitedly suggests signing up for the snorkelling excursion. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime thing,” she says, practically bouncing in place.

You agree, not entirely for the snorkelling but because her enthusiasm is contagious.

The excursion is a dream. The guides take you to a secluded reef with crystal-clear waters teeming with marine life. As you put on your gear and dive in, the world beneath the waves feels magical. Schools of vibrant fish dart around coral formations, and the water is so clear you can see every detail.

At one point, Yuri taps your shoulder underwater and gestures wildly to a sea turtle gliding gracefully past. You laugh—or at least try to, but it comes out as a muffled gurgle. Yuri seems to find this hilarious, and even with her snorkel on, you can tell she’s grinning.

When you resurface, she flicks water at you playfully. “Did you see how close it was?!”

“I did,” you reply, trying to shake the water out of your hair. “But you nearly scared it off with your flailing.”

“I was pointing, not flailing,” she retorts, sticking her tongue out.

The day ends with a quiet dinner back on the ship. You both opt for a small, cozy restaurant instead of the bustling buffet. Over plates of grilled seafood and pasta, Yuri shares more about her life—her dreams, her fears, and the little things that make her who she is.

“You know,” she says, twirling her fork absentmindedly, “I didn’t expect to actually enjoy this trip. I thought it’d be awkward sharing a room with a stranger, but… it’s been nice.”

Her words catch you off guard, but you nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, it has.”

By day four, you and Yuri have become a dynamic duo. It’s no longer just about sharing a cabin—it’s about sharing the entire experience.

The morning starts with a group yoga class on the deck. Yuri insists on trying it, claiming it’ll be “relaxing.” You’re skeptical, especially when you realize how uncoordinated you are compared to her.

“Downward dog,” the instructor calls out.

You glance at Yuri, who’s already in perfect form, her movements graceful and fluid. Meanwhile, you’re struggling not to topple over.

“Need help?” she whispers, barely holding back her laughter.

“I’m f-fine,” you mutter through gritted teeth, your arms trembling. Don't even mention the fact that your back cracks with every slight movement.

Suffice to say, Yuri had a lot of fun holding her laugh when glancing at you.

After yoga, the two of you grab smoothies from the ship’s café and spend the rest of the morning lounging by the pool. Yuri pulls out a book she brought along, while you scroll through your phone. Every so often, she nudges you with her foot, pointing out something funny in her book or making a sarcastic comment about the poolside drama happening around you.

In the afternoon, the ship hosts a trivia competition. Yuri’s eyes light up when she hears about it, and she drags you to the event.

“You’re good at trivia, right?” she asks.

“Uhh…Define ‘good,’” you reply, already regretting your life choices.

The game is chaotic, with questions ranging from history to pop culture. Yuri surprises you with her knowledge of obscure facts—she nails the question about 18th-century composers but completely blanks when asked about the capital of Switzerland.

“It’s Zurich, right?” she whispers to you.

“No, it’s Bern,” you reply, smirking.

She glares at you, whispering back, “If you’re wrong, I’m blaming you.”

Despite a few missteps, you manage to place second. Yuri proudly dons the sailor hat prize and refuses to take it off for the rest of the day.

That evening, you attend the ship’s formal dinner. Yuri, dressed in a sleek black dress, turns heads as she walks into the dining hall. You’re about to compliment her, but she beats you to it.

“You clean up nicely,” she says, eyeing your outfit.

“So do you,” you reply, trying to sound nonchalant, but the warmth in your cheeks betrays you.

The night ends with the two of you sitting on the deck, watching the stars. The silence between you is comfortable, filled with the sound of waves and the occasional laughter of other passengers.

“This trip’s going to feel too short,” Yuri says softly, her gaze fixed on the sky.

You don’t respond immediately, unsure how to put your thoughts into words. Instead, you simply sit there, hoping the moment will stretch just a little longer.

-

The final day arrives with a bittersweet air. Breakfast feels quieter, and even Yuri’s usual sarcastic remarks are softer, almost hesitant.

“We should make the most of today,” she says, her voice determined but tinged with sadness.

And so, you do.

The two of you spend the morning doing all the things you hadn’t tried yet—arcade games, mini-golf, and even a cheesy photo booth where you both don silly props for the camera.

“Smile!” Yuri says, throwing her arm around your shoulder and holding up a fake moustache.

The resulting photo is ridiculous, but it’s one you know you’ll treasure.

In the afternoon, the ship docks at another island, and you both decide to go for a casual hike along the coast. The trail is quiet, with stunning views of the ocean. At one point, Yuri stops to take a photo, the wind catching her hair just right.

“Send me that one,” you say, pretending to be casual.

“Why? Planning to frame it?” she teases, but her cheeks turn pink.

The final evening arrives too soon. The ship hosts a farewell party, and the two of you join the crowd on the deck, dancing to live music. Yuri’s laughter is infectious as she spins you around, her energy lighting up the night.

And with the ship nears the port, reality sets in. The two of you return to your cabin to pack, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken words.

Finally, as you stand by the railing one last time, Yuri hands you a folded piece of paper.

“In case we don’t run into each other again,” she says, her voice quiet.

You unfold it to find her phone number.

“Yuri—”

“Don’t say anything cheesy,” she interrupts, though her smile is soft.

When the ship finally docks and you part ways, you can’t help but feel like this is only the beginning of something bigger. But for now, you're contented with the short getaway with your lucky cabinmate, already reminiscing about it as you look at her back slowly disappearing to the crowd.

And hopefully, she enjoyed your company as much as she enjoyed yours.

[yuta-nakamots]

Dive Into You - L.Haechan (Teaser)

Pairing - Boyfriend!Haechan x University!AFAB Reader

Genre(s) - Fluff, University!AU (Smut to be included in the full fic)

Warning(s) - none for this teaser but there will be lots for the smut in the full fic lol

Summary - After a whirlwind semester, Haechan sweeps you away on a surprise getaway after finals are over. Between salty kisses and soft-spoken promises, you both begin to realize that Fridays mark more than just the end of the week, they mark the beginning of something new. 

Teaser Word Count - 1.1k

Author’s Note - Happy early birthday to Haechan! 

Taglist - @k-vanity @cosyhomenet @neocity-net @k-films @dinonuguaegi @tinyzen @fancypeacepersona (leave a comment or send an ask to join the taglist!)

Written for the Resonance Beach Collab originally hosted by @loeycity. Part of the K-Films Summer Event 2025 hosted by @k-films. Also part of my NCT Dream: Seven Days Collection. 

Now playing: Dive Into You - NCT Dream, Bahama - aespa

You first met Haechan in a music theory class halfway through the semester. You were taking it for your degree, as was he, though he hadn’t managed to show up to a class thus far because of his busy idol career. On his day off, he finally attended class for the first time, slipping into the back row of the lecture hall ten minutes late, wearing sunglasses indoors and a hoodie too big for the late-spring weather. Yet no one batted an eye. That’s the thing about university, you could be a celebrity or a sleep-deprived caffeine gremlin and still get away with everything as long as you looked miserable enough. 

He sat beside you, even though the rest of the row was empty. “Your notes looked better than mine,” he remarked. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you even enrolled in this class?”

He grinned, teeth flashing beneath the shadow of his hood. “Technically.”

“Technically,” you repeated, unimpressed, as you angled your notebook away from him. 

“Come on,” he whined, nudging your elbow with his. “The midterm is next week, I haven’t studied, and my manager thinks I’m watching video lectures at home right now. Help a guy out?”

You sighed, already sliding your notes a little closer. “If I get caught helping you cheat, you better buy me lunch.”

“Deal,” he agreed, a little too quickly. “And maybe a song.” 

“A song?” You questioned.

“You’ll see.”

Your friendship with Haechan started just like that. A few shared notes, a couple late-night study sessions in the campus café when he had time off in his schedule. He hummed next to you while you worked on your laptop, occasionally changing songs halfway through the phrase just to annoy you. You quickly learned that when he wasn’t on stage, he was a menace with too many inside jokes, an alarming stash of memes, and a knack for making your cheeks hurt from laughing. 

The first time you let him into your apartment, he tripped over cables hooked up to music equipment. He made it up to you by immediately assisting in layering harmonies onto the half-finished chorus of a demo track you made. “This would sound so good with a weird falsetto ghost vocal,” he commented, already recording himself singing off your cheap microphone like it was a stadium stage. 

Somehow, you didn’t mind because somehow, his chaos just fit with yours. You made music together, half as a joke, half because it felt right. You teased him about his idol life, and he teased you about your messy desktop and how seriously you took your plugins. He never stopped talking, but you never wanted him to. Somewhere between 3AM laughter, breathless studio nights, and his fingers brushing yours over a keyboard, you stopped writing love songs about people who didn’t exist. 

One night, when your midterm projects were due and sleep felt like a forgotten luxury, he popped by your apartment with fast food and insisted on ‘helping’ you mix your final track. The ‘help’ amounted to him curling up on a chair next to you with a can of soda and randomly hitting keys on your MIDI keyboard while proclaiming it to be ‘art’. 

You swatted his hand away from your laptop for what had to be the tenth time. “You’re going to make me fail.” 

“I’m inspiring you,” he countered, leaning over your shoulder to peer at your project window. “See, this part? Needs more chaos.” 

“You are chaos.”

He laughed, dropping his chin to your shoulder. “I’m glad you finally noticed.”

You turned to look at him, a comeback ready, but the look on his face made the words freeze in your throat. You didn’t realize until that moment just how badly you wanted to kiss him, his lips looking so full and soft mere inches from you. Your breath caugh,t and Haechan heard, but didn’t move away. 

“If you keep looking at me like that,” he said quietly, the usual teasing in his voice softened by something more sincere, “I’m going to think you like me.”

Your eyes flickered to his. “What if I do?”

The words hung there, suspended in the space between your breath and his. You weren’t sure who leaned in first, but suddenly the distance didn’t exist. His lips met yours in a kiss that tasted like soda and secrets you didn’t want to keep anymore. It was gentle, slow, and careful, like neither of you wanted to break whatever this was turning into. 

When Haechan pulled away, his eyes searched yours. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, his usual bravado stripped away. 

You swallowed, heart thudding in your chest, and your brain fighting with every reason why this shouldn’t have happened. “Haechan,” you started hesitantly. “You’re…you. And I’m just me. This isn’t right.”

He tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips. “Do you think I don’t know that?” You blinked. “I’ve thought about this, all the reasons it could go wrong. But then I think about how you save lecture notes for me, how you roll your eyes at me, but still tolerate me when I make a bad joke. I think about how I’ve never heard music the same since I first met you.” You looked down at your hands, the weight of reality pressing against the lightness you felt just seconds ago. “Hey.” He reached for your hand. “I can’t promise it’ll be perfect, but I can promise I’ll show up. For you, for this, for us.” 

Your eyes meet his again. There was no cockiness there, just quiet determination and something you realized had been growing behind all his jokes and late-night harmonies. It was real, terrifying, beautiful affection. You nodded slowly, lips drawing up into a small smile. “Okay.”

“Okay?” He echoed, eyes widening. 

“But if I end up in a dating scandal, you better write me a hit breakup song.”

He laughed, his fingers lacing through yours. “Deal. But I’m aiming for a love song first.” And somehow, it felt like the beginning of one. 

Your relationship didn’t erupt like the drop of a chorus, it eased in like a warm synth line, subtle but impossible to ignore. Somewhere in the haze of long nights and low battery percentages, between split headphones and shared playlists, Haechan became the rhythm you moved to without even realizing it.

[b0ne-merchant]

Hii, I was wondering if you could do headcanons of how (classic) Sans acts when he realizes he has a crush on you :) Thank you, and remember to eat and stay hydrated :D

You anons are so nice :))) you do the same boo <3

i couldnt stop thinking about this scenario and before i knew it i wrote a whole additional drabble to go along with it LOL so enjoy that free of charge at the end of the headcanons :D

[content warning for several dick jokes lol im not sorry]

Undertale!Sans with a crush

If you were to ask Sans how he caught feelings, he'd probably claim that it just hit him all at once. Everyone else who was around him will tell you that they saw the signs long before the two of you became official.

One day you wave goodbye to him at his hotdog stand and his soul suddenly tries to leap out of his chest and follow you. It was that very moment that he knew he was screwed.

He definitely tries to keep his crush under wraps (and deny it himself) but it just slips out in several places.

He just has to show Papyrus the hilarious meme you sent him, and he needs to check out that new thing you've been raving about.

He starts texting you back really quickly. He can leave people on delivered for days, but you? Near instant response.

Late night text chains with you become commonplace. He can stave off sleep for just one more text with you... maybe one more... okay this is the last one...!

He has noticeably more energy after talking to you. Suddenly he's not dragging his feet as he walks, he's prancing like a horse in dressage. Okay maybe not that much but he's definitely stepping around with purpose.

The frequency of suggestive jokes skyrockets. Suddenly, every other pun he throws at you is some flavor of dirty.

His joke frequency in general bumps up, too. Sans wants to make you laugh so badly, and his soul flutters deliciously at the sound of it.

On the flipside, he gets very jealous when others make you laugh. That sound is for him only, thank you very much.

Lots of stolen glances. Sometimes at your face, but most often at your hands. He really wants to hold them. He wants to know how your fingers feel intertwined with his. He wants to squeeze your hand to remind you that he's there and that he loves-- oh shit you caught him looking. Quick, Sans, act natural!

Sans invites you to all sorts of events and outings. He never calls them dates, though. He's too nervous to put any sort of label on things, even if you thanking him for "hanging out" makes his soul die a little on the inside.

Please help this man. He really needs a friendly push in the right direction to finally admit how he feels.

~~~

The door clicked shut behind Sans as he let out a tired sigh. He dropped his heavy briefcase on the ground, and the loose hotdogs and condiment bottles rattled around inside. Today had been an extra busy day at his little hotdog stand that sat in a prime location on the piers. The hot swell of the sun after a cool, rainy spring had brought the residents of the city out in droves, and if there's one thing someone starts craving on the docks after hours of sandcastles and suntanning, it's a big, juicy hotdog. Now, after a full day of slinging ‘dogs, Sans was ready to collapse in his bed and not wake til at least the third time Papyrus yelled at him to get up.

Speaking of…

The house was unusually quiet. And dark. There were still a few drops of evening light outside, but the blinds inside the house had been pulled, shrouding the entire interior in darkness. It wasn't quite the darkness that unsettled Sans, however. It was the silence. Papyrus was usually home by the time Sans had wrapped up his day at the stand. The only times this wasn't the case were when he was having a particularly late training session with Undyne, but in those cases, he would always text Sans to inform him of the change in schedule.

“hey, pap, you home?” Sans called out. There was no response.

Sans pulled out his phone and double-checked his messages, slipping off his sandals on the welcome mat and toeing his socks off his feet. He kicked them somewhere into the darkness as he tapped on Papyrus's contact. The most recent message was still the shaky picture Sans had sent of a rather smug seagull picking up a slice of hotdog that Sans had tossed at it, as well as a message about how people were flocking to him for a taste of his hotdogs. Papyrus had simply reacted to the message with a thumbs down emoji.

There was, however, a new message from a different contact. The ever-present smile on his face lifted at the corners at the sight of the contact name, the unease melting away from his system.

You: Hey bonehead, how was the rest of your day? Bet it got pretty slow and boring after I left :P

Sans: nah i got ppl lining up round the block 4 a taste of my sausage

You: Ew >:( but like I guess they ARE pretty good lol. Are you gonna be open tomorrow? I have an early shift and could use some lunch afterward

Sans: yes im open tmrw but u can have my wiener whnvr u like ;)

Sans chuckled as he pressed send and threw his keys in the bowl next to the door. He let his phone linger on his messages with you, hoping for a quick reply. He reached for the light switch, deciding to raid the pantry for a healthy dinner of junk food.

Click!

Light flooded the room, and Sans's soul leapt to his throat. The phone dropped to the floor as his magic flared to life in his hands, ready to defend himself as needed. But, as he quickly regained his bearings from the startle, he was met with an entirely different emotion – confusion.

Papyrus was sitting silently on the couch, his arms crossed and a deadly serious look on his face. Next to him was Undyne, equally as serious with just a touch of blood-thirst as she tapped a spear on the ground. Finally, in the recliner, sat Alphys, wringing her hands together and looking like she'd rather be literally anywhere else.

Papyrus kicked the ottoman in front of the couch forward. “HAVE A SEAT, BROTHER.”

Sans glanced from Papyrus, to Undyne, to Alphys, then back to Papyrus. He opted to stay near the door, trying to glean whatever he could from the situation. He shoved his hands in his pockets and made an attempt to seem relaxed.

“did i miss game night or something?” he chuckled, looking around and suddenly feeling hot in his own bones. “sorry, pals, i can't help that i got a monopoly on hot dog sales. that's just the game of life. i hope i’m not in trouble.”

Papyrus was gritting his teeth harder with each board game pun. Undyne was stifling a laugh and trying to look stoic at the same time. The two emotions combined, giving her an absolutely maniacal grin. Alphys started to nervously pick at a loose thread on the chair.

“THIS IS NO TIME FOR JOKES, SANS. THIS,” Papyrus suddenly stood and dramatically paused, placing his hands on his hips, “IS AN INTERVENTION. NOW PLEASE, SIT. AND HAND OVER YOUR PHONE.”

His smile faltered, and all he could eke out was a dumbstruck, “what?”

��WE ARE INTERVENING, SANS. THIS HAS GONE ON FOR LONG ENOUGH. WE JUST WANT WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU. YOUR FRIENDS ARE WORRIED ABOUT YOU,” Papyrus gestured to the other two monsters. He then put his hands over where his heart would be, specks of tears forming in his eyes. “I’M WORRIED ABOUT YOU.”

“i don't–”

“We're talking about your love life, you dork!” Undyne slammed the end of her spear on the ground. “Now give us your phone so we can make sure you don't screw it up!”

Sans froze.

“Papyrus t-told us about them,” Alphys spoke up.

“i've mentioned them two times?” Sans argued, looking to his brother.

“I-I didn’t even say th-their name…”

“THAT'S TWICE MORE THAN THE USUAL AMOUNT OF TIMES YOU MENTION SOMEONE.” Papyrus cut in, jabbing his finger in the air matter-of-factly. “I HAD MY SUSPICIONS AFTER THE FIRST TIME, BUT I HAD TO BE SURE. WORRY NOT, BROTHER, FOR I HAVE GATHERED ALL THE DATING EXPERTS I KNOW – INCLUDING MYSELF – HERE TO MAKE SURE YOU SUCCEED IN COURTING–”

Sans interrupted. “you know, i really don’t appreciate getting jumped in my own living room.”

Undyne lets out a laugh, like a crack of thunder. “He’s not denying it!” she very helpfully points out.

“i’m not doing this.” Sans leaned down to pick up his fallen phone. All he wanted was to walk away from whatever the hell was happening in his living room and retire to his bed.

Except that was clearly not going to happen.

As soon as he started moving toward the phone, a spear shot by his head with a whistle and impaled the door behind him with a crash. Sans had dodged it on instinct, blinking a solid foot away from the spot where he had once been. He leapt once again at the phone.

“Tackle him!” Undyne shouted, another spear summoned in her hands.

She threw another spear through the air, and Sans once again dodged. The spear went straight through the wall where he was just standing, shaking the nearby table and sending the poor pet rock that sat atop it careening from its paper plate nest. What he didn’t count on was Papyrus tackling him to the ground after his quick sidestep. The two brothers fell to the floor with a thump, and Papyrus kicked away the phone as Sans struggled under his grasp.

Undyne scooped up the phone. Her grin turned to a pointed frown. “It’s locked!” she groaned.

yes!

“THE PASSCODE IS 6969.”

no!

Alphys gave him an unimpressed look. “Real cl-classy, Sans.”

Undyne unlocked the phone, and the commotion paused. Her good eye began to scroll back and forth as she read the messages. Her brows furrowed, then her eye widened, and she threw her head back in a howl of laughter. Sans, watching the whole ordeal, slowly lowered his head to rest on the carpet, his face starting to burn.

“Holy shit!” Undyne cackled, “Is this how you flirt, dude?!”

“LET ME SEE!”

The weight of Papyrus was lifted off his back. The weight of his sins remained.

“That’s a lot of dick jokes,” Alphys observed.

“SANS! THIS IS NO WAY TO GAIN THE AFFECTIONS OF A POSSIBLE DATING PARTNER!” Papyrus snatched the phone from Undyne. To Sans’s horror, he began to type something. “I AM GOING TO WOO THEM WITH A PROFESSION OF MY BROTHER’S LOVE. THEY WILL SURELY SWOON AT HIS WORDS THAT I AM WRITING.”

“You’re doing it wrong, punk!” Undyne swiped the phone back and started typing something else. “It needs more fire, more passion!”

“A-actually, you should say something like this.” Alphys gently guided the phone from Undyne’s hand and started writing yet another something else.

The three became caught in a loop, passing the phone amongst each other, backspacing, rewriting, proofreading, then back to rewriting. Throughout their squabble, Sans had gotten up, honestly perfectly content to leave them to it, walk to his bed, and pretend it was all just a bad dream. He could do damage control when he sees you tomorrow. That is, if you would even want to see him again after the surely horrifying amalgamation of words slingshotted through the invisible current of radio waves and arrived on your screen. Maybe fate would be kind to him and a stray solar flare would whip through the stratosphere and burn the world to a crisp first – or, at least knockout cell service.

As he turned to leave, however, Sans noticed that the arguing and clacking of bones and claws on glass had stopped with a sharp ding. He turned back around and sure enough, the three were staring silently at his phone. Papyrus looked surprised, glancing between the phone and Sans. Undyne’s eye had widened as she clutched the phone closely. Alphys was slack-jawed in awe.

Sans did not take the opportunity for granted. He swiped the phone back, now safely cradled in his hands, and he took a shortcut to the roof of the house before anyone could even react.

He heard the shouts from inside and subsequently ignored them. The air was warm, and the stars were shining in their full glory in the moonless night. Sans sighed in relief, then looked at his phone. Sure enough, there was a nausea-inducing mishmash of text covering the screen, and lucky for him, the send button had not yet been pressed. What caught his attention, though, was that there was a new message from you. Sans thanked his lucky stars that you had responded before you were subjected to the worst combination of words and syllables in the English language.

He read the message. He read it again. A third time.

You: So, “wiener” you gonna ask me out for real?

Sans smiled wide. His cheeks lit up with a soft blue glow.

Sans: ur sure feeling cocky. tmrw? ik a place w great burgers

You: It’s a date! :)

[mochinomnoms]

Hi hi friend,

If it is not too much trouble I would like to make a request for your event? I think I would like Floyd with prompt 14- “I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!”

They/them for Yuu is fine with me, I was thinking romantic? Where maybe it's obvious to everyone but Yuu how requited their feelings are.

I've really liked reading your writing and hope you continue to have fun doing it (♡°▽°♡)

floyd leech x gn!reader [tags] – fluff, mutual pining [wc} – 3,659 prompt 14: “I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!” note - hahahahahhahahahahaha i did not mean to write so much but i went a little buckwild and i think floyd deserves to be allowed to be soft sometimes a floral inconvenience

Lavender roses - Introduced in 1900, lavender roses represent love at first sight. They’re often given to someone to convey that the giver was immediately smitten and fell in love. 

You’d decided to attend a karaoke event the Mostro Lounge was hosting to introduce the new spring menu. It was meant to be a nice, relaxing hangout with your friends from Heartslaybul as you listened to your friends attempt to show off their mediocre singing skills. 

Ace was in an especially good mood, happy to tease you as you waved happily at Floyd, who’d returned your affections. 

“Oi, oi, oiiiiiii, Prefect? When you gonna say something? Kinda tired of dealing with you puking petals every—OW!”

You snorted as Deuce smacked Ace upside the head, muttering about him being an asshole. 

“Leave them alone Ace, unless you want to be collared for harassing a member of the student body?” Riddle reprimanded, giving Ace a harsh glare as he turned to you instead. 

“You can ignore him, Prefect, you don’t have to say anything to that good-for-nothing merman! I’m sure you could do much better anyways.”

You chuckled, enjoying the soft banter between the group. It was particularly nice seeing Riddle interact more casually with his peers, even if you weren’t able to convince him to sing with you. 

“Are you sure you do want to go up with me?” You pouted leaning in close to the red-headed housewarden. “I’ll even let you pick the song—”

“Out of the question.”

You sighed, resting against the plush cushions of the booth while Ace and Deuce bicker about which song would be better for a duet. This was nice. 

It was nice, up until Floyd decided to take part in the festivities. Somehow he’d snuck behind you and Riddle, snatching up your friend with a gleeful cackle as he screeched. 

“FLOYD! PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT—”

“Nah, it’s fine Goldfishie, I need ya for just a sec!”

Floyd placed Riddle in a seat, front and center at the stage, as he climbed up. The cool blue spotlight suited Floyd’s features as he grinned. 

Picking up the mic from its stand, Floyd announced, “Alright! This song is for my favorite little fishie in the whole entire school, so you all better enjoy it!”

You expected him to start singing a silly pop song, one with high energy and beats. Or one that became a meme on Magicam last week, something about flamingos and turning pink. 

Instead, the upbeat, suave tunes of a familiar song started playing. A familiar love song. 

“Is…is this ABBA?”

“Who?” Cater asked, recording the scene with a stifling giggle as Riddle turned redder and redder in embarrassment (and most likely rage) as Floyd continued to serenade him. 

“This is ‘Lay Your Love’ by BABA, a classic from the 80s—”

“No it’s called ABBA back home—wait, WHY IS FLOYD SINGING A LOVE SONG TO RIDDLE!?”

Your screech startled the surrounding tables, drawing attention that you were too jealous to focus on. Floyd made eye contact with you, hearing your yelling. Continuing to sing—quite nicely you’d hate to admit—the eel mer winked and smirked, drawing an ire that you didn’t know you had. 

“What the hell? Floyd!” With the vindication of a scorned lover, you stomped to the stage and swiped the microphone from Floyd’s hands. 

“Floyd, what are you doing?” you spoke into the mic, glaring daggers at the tall beanpole of an eel turned man, who looked unbothered at your angry presence.

Floyd took the mic back and answered, “I’m trying to win my mate back—DON’T GO WASTING—”

“What mate?” You yanked the mic back while Floyd followed suit, though this time you kept both hands on. It became a tugging match as you both tried speaking into the mic before the other took it back. 

“Goldfishie.” You could hear Riddle scream at that. 

“Riddle’s not your mate! I’m your mate—” You snapped your mouth shut, the mic feedback and your last words echoing through the lounge, mocking you. 

Floyd had a large, smug grin on his face, his sharp teeth gleaming under the bright lights of the stage. You were now very aware of the packed lounge, and of the students spectating. 

The mic was slowly pulled back to Floyd, who gleefully asked “Oh~ Say that again?”

“Nuh-uh.” 

You shook your head furiously, trying to pull back in order to run off and curl into a hole from embarrassment. Floyd’s grip on the mic and your hands tightened, preventing your escape. 

“That’s fiiine,” Floyd pulled out a small device from his pocket, lightly tapping it on the mic. “I have it riiiight ‘ere.” 

Suddenly, a recording of your voice looped into the mic: 

“I’m your mate—I’m your mate—I’m your mate—”

He recorded it. 

“Oh my god…” You looked at Floyd in horror, who was still grinning ear to ear, like a cat that got the mouse. 

“HehehehehehahahAHAHA!” Floyd’s giggle turned into a cackle as he launched at you, mic and recorder abandoned on the floor. Between the ear-splitting squeal of the mic hitting the ground and a 6’2” man tackling you, there was little time for you to defend yourself as your lips clashed, teeth clattering against one another from the brute force.

His long arms wrapped themselves tightly around your waist, dipping you down dramatically as he broke your kiss to instead leave wet kisses on your cheeks, nose, forehead, and every other piece of skin not covered by clothes. 

Ace and Cater’s cackles could be heard amongst the now growing laughter, whistles, and jeers of the crowd. You think you could even make out someone yelling at your two to get a room. 

“—off the stage! Get off the stage, both of you!” 

Ah, it was Azul. Who was stomping over the shoo you both off the stage, giving Floyd a particularly harsh whack on the head with his staff. 

“Ow, fuck that hurt!” Floyd whined, scooping you up with his left hand and cradling you to his chest. “Cool it Azul, don’t harsh my vibe—”

“I don’t care! Go make out in your room! This is a lounge not a brothel!”

“Fiiiiiine,” Floyd adjusted his grip to instead throw you over his shoulder, amused by how limp you’d gone in his grasp. “Come on Shrimpy! I got something fun in mind~”

His sentence and teasing tone made you flush, images of you and him in bed flashing through your mind. 

“W-wait, Floyd, what are we gonna do?”

“You’ll see, ahahahehe!” Floyd’s giggled echoed through the hallway as he quickened his pace. It was only a few minutes before you realized that you two had made it to the dormitory halls. 

Floyd kicked open his door, the hinges squeaking from the force. He marched over to his bed, grabbing at your waist to no doubt throw you on it before pausing. 

“Oh yeah.” Like a sudden realization hitting him, Floyd grabbed the corner of his bedsheets and shook them, clothing, books, and crumbs no doubtedly flying off. 

Once satisfied, Floyd hummed and once again grabbed your waist, this time committing to throwing you on the bed, which bounced under you. 

“AaaAaaAAAah—FLOYD!” You yelped, face turning redder as Floyd caged you to the bed. He looked at you with a hungry expression, licking his lips at the sight of you. 

“Wait-wait Floyd, gimme a sec—” you stammered, crawling backwards until your back hit the headboard. “—this is all very very sudden, I—wait!”

Floyd crawled after you, trapping you with his long arms, leaning down until his lips were lingering over yours. You shut your eyes in anticipation, waiting for his hands to grab at your clothes and tear them off. 

A soft, tender meeting of the lips. Floyd pressed his mouth against yours, swiping his tongue into your mouth, to which you returned with flustered confusion. The kiss was with such gentleness that you had to open your eyes to confirm that it was indeed Floyd kissing you. 

Olive and yellow eyes were closed, a blissful smile on his lips as he broke your kiss, instead pressing almost chaste pecks to your cheeks, down, your neck, and over your shirt where your heart was beating away. 

Floyd pressed his right ear to your chest, listening to the increasingly rapid pounding against your rib cage. His arms moved from trapping you against the bed to trapping you against his body, wrapping around your back and tightening while his lanky legs tangled between yours. 

You weren’t sure what to do with your own hands, once he had settled laying on you. Hesitantly, you reached to lace them through his hair, pushing the strands back to get a better view of his peaceful face. Admittedly, seeing Floyd in such a state, blissful and sweet, was beautiful. 

His smile grew slightly as you combed through his hair, nuzzling his nose into your chest. Into your heart really. 

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Floyd opened his yellow eye, gleaming at you in amusement. “I just wanted to cuddle, did ya have somethin’ else in mind? Haha!”

He moved to prop up his chin, smirking at you as he teased, “Didn’t think ya had sucha dirty mind, if you wanna ‘do it’, all you had to do was ask—”

You shoved his face back into your chest looking away in embarrassment, feeling his giggles vibrate through you. 

“Shut up, ugh!” You pouted, grumbling, “You set me up! Ugh! How’d you even know that would work?”

“I heard you.”

“Huh?”

“Talkin’ to Lil Goldfishie,” Floyd moved so that instead of laying on top of you, he was curled into your side with his head nestled at the crook of your neck. “When you got the flower sickness.” 

You looked at him with shock. That conversation with Riddle happened nearly three months ago in between classes. 

Specifically, it happened a few weeks after winter break, when you were catching up Riddle to your “adventure” in Scarabia, after which small lavender roses started blooming along your freckles, their thorns scratching your skin.

“And then, he launched us waaaaaay into the desert!” You animatedly waved your arms around as you recounted your fiasco over winter break. “We were trapped, but then Kalim used his unique magic to fill a dry riverbed with water and then!”

Riddle raised a brow at you as you began gigging with a soft blush. “Jade and Floyd had to turn into their merforms, so me and Kalim had to hold on to his back, but when I wrapped my arms around his chest, and he held my hand to steady me! ”

Your friend rolled his eyes as you started to silently squealed in your seat, sighing.

“Are you going to finish? I have better things to do than listen to you babble about Floyd of all people. Honestly,” Riddle huffed, “I don’t understand what you see in that riffraff!”

“He’s not a riffraff!” You quipped, frowning as you crossed your arms. “He’s actually really sweet if you give him the time of day, Floyd just likes being able to have fun with others you know!”

“Even then, his mood swings don’t terrify you? He gets rather violent sometimes.” Riddle took a sip of his tea as you shook your head. 

“No, I mean if you just go with the flow it’s fine, plus that just makes him more exciting to be around! Plus we’ve been getting closer ever since Azul’s overblot…”

You smiled softly as you looked down at your lap, fondness growing in your heart like blooms on a warm spring day. 

“He can actually be quite sweet, once you get to know him…you just have to give him a chance.”

The two of you remained quiet, the only coming from the distant chatter of other students in the more populated areas of the guest lounge.

“I’m safe to assume then that he is the reason you’ve started sprouting the roses?”

Your soft pink blush deepened as you nodded, picking at the small flower that began blooming on your cheek. 

“Yeah…”

“When will you confess, then?” You looked at Riddle in shock, who seemed confused at your distress. “What? It’s obvious that you have strong feelings for him, and even I notice how especially clingy he is around you.”

You shook your head, stuttering, “Well, yeah but that’s—”

“I’ve even heard him refer to you by name, he only does that with Jade and Azul you know?”

“You don’t understand Riddle.” You tried to interject, growing more flustered by the second. “I don’t think I could—”

Riddle continued, “As much as I disapprove, it does seem that you two genuinely bring out the best in each other, he does seem softer when you’re around—”

“Oh my—Riddle, stop—”

“—And you’ve gotten more outspoken, I remember how shy you were—”

“I’m begging you—”

“—Besides, according to the Queen of Heart’s rule number 478, any romantic feelings must be confessed approximately 12 days upon their discovery or the individual in question obligated to deny—”

“I said stop, Riddle!” You yelled at the top of your lungs before choking on rather large bouquet of lavender roses. Leaves and petals fluttered all around you as you continued to let out rough coughs, phlegm and saliva making a mess. 

Your yell startled the red-head so much that he simply started at you with a red face and thinned lips, too shocked to properly yell back at you for raising your voice indoors. 

Instead, he carefully placed his tea cup on the table between you two, folded his hands in his lap, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. You on the other hand, peaked around the dividers separating your nook from the rest of the lounge. 

Ace and Deuce looked over in concern as you continued to cough out more roses, walking over before you shook your head and gave them a thumbs up before shooing them away and turning back to Riddle. 

“...sorry Riddle.” You whispered, looking at him nervously. “I didn’t mean to yell, don’t be mad?”

“It’s…fine.” He replied with a strained voice, taking a final inhale before opening his eyes again and making eye contact. “You shouldn’t have yelled, and I shouldn’t have pushed.”

Riddle sighed, relaxing into the soft lounge chair. Though he would deny when asked, the chair that he helped you pick for the guest room was is favorite spot to sit in, as it surprising comfortable. 

“May I ask why you refused? It’s quite obvious to anyone that you care for him immensely, for some forsaken reason, and I would even say it’s quite mutual.”

You avoided eye contact as he resumes sipping from his tea, a lemon tea with 2 sugar cubes for his post meal tea. 

“Yeah…that’s what the other first-years say too. Even Jade’s been dropping hints on mer courtship gifts.”

“Then? What’s stopping you? 

A pregnant pause was in the air as you open and closed your mouth, attempting to figure out what it was that scared you. 

“What if…he gets bored?” 

Riddle furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned in, barely able to hear you. 

“What if he what?” He sighed, a bit irritated. “Speak up Prefect, I know you can, you just did earlier.”

You groaned out, “What if he gets bored with me? I’m fun and interesting now, yeah!”

Your friend watched, and you began pacing around the room, holding his head in his hand as he watched and listened to you vent. 

“I’m just a silly little magicless human that got transported from another world! Big whoop! What happens when that novelty wears off? You've heard him, he only likes to do things that are fun and interesting to him, but I won’t always be fun and interesting, eventually he’ll get used to me and get bored.”

You turned to look at Riddle with a teary-eyed, but firm look. “He’s get bored and leave me. I can’t handle that! So I just won’t be with him. In fact, I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for him!”

Your voice began to crack as you stated your final sentence, snapping your mouth shut before you got begun crying. Riddle stood up and walked over to grasp your shoulders, looking at you with an understanding smile. 

“The sort of person that would abandon a lover simply because they’re bored never deserved one in the first place.” 

Riddle hummed in agreement as you sqeaked out a ‘really?’, giving you a soft pat on your shoulder. 

“Of course, I can’t say I don’t understand your hesitance, Floyd is…Floyd, after all. However, he is not my friend, you are. If you choose to forfeit your right to confess, then so be it.”

You smiled as he dragged you back to your seats, giggling as he continued, “I personally would say it’s no lost on your part, he’s not exactly the most prime candidate for your life partner should you be stuck here in Twisted Wonderland, may I suggest one of the many more suitable providers?”

“Pfft-like who? You?” you cackled as Riddle looked at you in mild horror. 

“Oh dear, of course not! I admire you as a friend, but I have much stricter standards for a partner.” He snapped his fingers in revelation. “Perhaps Ace or Deuce, you are rather close to them—”

“Ewwwww, pass. They’re like annoying brothers!” 

Riddle snorted before covering it up with a cough. “True. Trey?”

“If you’re just going to suggest your dorm members, maybe we should switch the conversation to something else.”

“Well I think my dorm produces only the best and most gentlemanly mages of all of NRC, so excuse me if I’m simply trying to give you the best options!” 

You and Riddle shared some laughter, a flash of teal catching the corner of your eye. But you saw nothing, so instead you focused back on Riddle as he began recounting his own winter break activities.

You remained quiet as you processed your thoughts, finding the lilac ceiling to be particularly interesting. 

Floyd also stayed quiet, still curled into your side as he breathed in your scent. You’re sure that with all of the flowers you’d started coughing up in the last few minutes, you smelled strongly of the lavender roses. 

“You know…I was gettin’ real mad when you wouldn’t confess to me.” Floyd whined, propping his head up with his hand to look at you and your pink face. 

“I thought it would be nice to get a cute confession out of my little shrimp,” He pinched your nose and forced you to look at him. “It be real fun! Like those cringy romcoms landfolk like so much!”

You replied, nasally due to your pinched nose, “Wait, is that why Jade was telling me about mer courting methods?”

“Haha! Yeah, I was hopin’ that you’d bring me a pretty seashell or somethin’ cute so Icould make fun of ya for later.”

You let out an indigent huff, smacking Floyd’s hand away as he laughed. 

“Really? So what made you change your mind?”

“Hearing ya talk to Goldfishie. It pissed me off that you’d think I’d toss you out like humans at sea with their trash.”

Floyd’s tone changed, looking  visibly annoyed as he continued. 

“Mers mate for life, and I wouldn’t choose someone I’d get bored with.” He sat up as his mood continued to sour. “It pissed me off, and it hurt, that my Little Shrimpy would think about me like that.”

“Oh, Floyd,” you sat up with him, guilt seeping in your bones as you looked at his angry face. Though, with the small tears forming in his eyes, Floyd looked more frustrated than anything. 

“I’m sorry, I-I didn’t think—it didn’t occur to me that you felt the same—”

“Well I do, and it’s not fair to me that you wouldn’t even give me a chance.” The way Floyd said that so matter of factly made you snap your mouth shut again, looking down at your lap instead. 

“I’m…sorry, Floyd. I wish I could make it up to you—”

Floyd interrupted, moody demeanor brightening suddenly. “No worries, I got just the solution!”

Crawling over back to you so that your back met the headboard again, Floyd grinned maliciously at your curled form. 

“Say it.”

“Huh?”

“Say it. Those three little words.” Floyd held up three fingers to emphasize his point. “The ones that will make all those little flower go right away, the ones you need to say to me.”

You stiffened, leaning away from Floyd as he leaned in. “I don’t know if I can—”

“Say it, Y/N.” The use of your name startled your attention back to his face. He looked unusually serious, peering his heterochromic eyes into your own. If you didn’t know any better, you could’ve mistaken him for his twin. 

You whispered, prolonging the inevitable, “What happened to Shrimpy?”

“Shrimpy was Shrimpy, but now your Y/N. And Y/N is Y/N…”

The two of you shared a smile as the distance between you two continued to close. You couldn’t remember what was so pressing earlier, why you were so anxious when the yellow eye of the man in front of you produced nothing but adoration from your heart. 

“Please…” From the uncharacteristic soft murmur to the eyes darting down to your lips and back to your eyes, Floyd drew you back in with a hypnotic ease that only the most alluring of mythical creatures could even hope to imitate. 

The two of you leaned in as you placed a hand on his chest, his own left hand coming to cradle your own. 

You craned your head back to hover your lips under his, uttering the words you swore to never let leave your mouth. 

“I-I…love you, Floyd Leech.”

A single lavender rose grew between your palms, as two longing hearts met as one.

[dragsource]

As of last month, Dragsource has hit 3 years! Thank you to everyone who's been following, tagged us, engaged with our blog✨ In honor of this milestone, we've organized an event: Drag Race Meme Challenge! Inspired by Drag Race gif memes, this event focuses on a combination of getting to know you, looking back, & celebrating Spring!

The event will run from April 20 - May 4 & is open to everyone AND all fanwork types! (GIFs, edits, fanart, moodboards, & more)

TO PARTICIPATE: ▸Like or reblog this post + follow Dragsource. ▸Create any fanwork that fits the prompt. (below the cut) ▸recommended caption: @dragsource 'drag race meme challenge' -> [x/x] prompt name + description ▸add #dragsource in the tags of your posts so we can reblog it!

Any franchise can be included & all prompts can be interpreted freely! You don't need to do every prompt (unless you're up for a challenge!) Feel free to do whichever ones you want or even just one! We'll still reblog posts after May 4, so don't worry if you're late or fall behind. Please send any questions via ask!

[April 20] Prompt 1 — one favorite winner [April 21-22] Prompt 2 — two throwbacks (up to season 13) [April 23-25] Prompt 3 — top three favorite queens [April 26-29] Prompts 4 — four water themed looks (season 17 promo vibes) [April 30-May 4] Prompt 5 — five spring themed looks

not sure where to start?

[yourpalminsk]

Here's one more post to cap the six fanarts project that I worked on this spring. Thank you very much for the people who gave suggestions on drawings - it really provided some fun variety for what to draw! Like I said when I first posted the suggestion, I wasn't sure if I had enough followers interested in giving suggestions, but in the end I got 4 suggestions. So that's a lot better than how I thought this might go!

When I posted the request for suggestions, I also asked as extra credit for elaborations on why the suggester liked the character and suggested them. With the images now done, I'd also like to give my thoughts on the characters and the process of making the images. So please click below if you'd like to see the individual pieces as well as some rambling from me about the topics.

Ceres Fauna (requested by @redrustwolf)

This request came just after Ceres Fauna retired from virtual YouTubing, and Redrustwolf commented "my favourite of the Hololive en girls even if she is not part of them anymore, her laugh and charm were always great." I agree quite a bit: I really enjoyed her streams when she was on. I already drew a farewell image for her when she was retiring, but that was just an image of her hand, so I thought that doing a 'proper' character portrait as a follow-up was a great idea!

I thought I got the energy of her personality really well through here, and I was pretty happy with the gold glister of her apple. I've sorta kinda figured that I won't be drawing former virtual YouTubers anymore (because I often get inspiration from recent events), but making an exception in this case and drawing Ms. Fauna again was quite pleasant!

Celeste (requested by Ken Bladehart on YouTube)

This is one of the summons from Granblue Fantasy and it was inspired by a playthrough that I recorded (achoo) for Granblue Fantasy Relink. Celeste doesn't appear in that game, but the character she's tied to, Ferry, does, and because Ferry's backstory was one of my favorites, it was suggested to me that Celeste would be a fun topic.

And it was pretty fun! I don't think I've drawn a big puffy dress before and I do admit that it ended up pretty messy, but it was still interesting figuring out how to structure it. I also really like the color scheme on her. Her expression turned out quite fun, even though I didn't set out to make her look like the 'Nah, I'd win' meme, but that's what I find fun about drawing is when sometimes it goes in unintended but still fun directions.

Neneko (requested by my nephew)

I feel like my nephew isn't huge for manga and anime, but he's got a soft spot for cats, which is why I think he likes My Sister, the Cat. In addition to requesting this, he borrowed me the first volume of the manga to read for inspiration. It's a cute enough slice of life manga - I didn't think it was ground-breaking, but the cat designs in it are quite fun to read along.

I really haven't drawn very many anthropomorphic animals, so this was a really neat opportunity to practice drawing a cat. Neneko's expression is really on point for a cat, that sort of default serious even with a wealth of emotions, and I liked getting her intense eyes realized.

Shinzo (not a suggestion, wanted to draw this fanart)

At this point I unfortunately ran short of suggestions and couldn't do the entire challenge with suggestions alone, so I decided to draw a couple of less-obvious character choices as my 'own' suggestions. I've been re-reading the Pathfinder adventure path 'Season of Ghosts' because I'd really like to run this RPG at some point, and the merchant Shinzo is one of the most compelling NPCs that Paizo has done lately for Pathfinder so I thought he'd be a good topic. (I think the Pathfinder adventure paths in general have improved the last few years in overall flow and connectivity between a path's individual adventures, which means that NPCs like Shinzo stand out, but that's digressing from the point of this post).

I have to admit that I'm not entirely satisfied with how I drew the bric-a-brac that Shinzo carries on his person. His official art feels even more cluttered with satchels and items but still seems more cohesive. Meanwhile, in my image they're sparse but really just stick out due to their clashing colors. But I was still happy with working on his expression and his overall pose, so it wasn't a total bust.

Entirely unintentionally, both characters on the left of the six panels ended holding apples. There's nothing in 'Season of Ghosts' itself saying that Shinzo is connected to apples, but I really thought that it fits his character!

Briareos (not a suggestion, wanted to draw this fanart)

Another image that I decided to do for myself in lieu of further suggestions. A local art house theater recently showed the 1988 Appleseed OVA, which I thought was a real hoot. And I've liked Briareos' design since seeing the 2003 movie, so I really wanted to draw him regardless.

This image offered me a lot opportunities to practice topics in art that I usually don't cover - in particular, drawing mechanical details. Figuring out Briareos' face was a fun experience! His design here is mainly inspired by the 2003 movie version, which I think looks rad, but I also took this opportunity to just come up with a bunch of my own stuff (the rifle in particular was something that I just made up as I went along). The most fun part was drawing his poofy pants and coloring in the combat camo. In a lukewarm defense of Rob Liefeld, I kinda get why he likes using this motif!

The wyrm (requested by @zardx)

This was one more suggestion that I got late in the project. I haven't played Drakengard and Zardx unfortunately did not provide any background on why they wanted this character drawn, so I can't comment on the character themselves. However, I definitely was interested to take a shot that drawing such a monstrous creature that deviates quite a bit from regular human anatomy.

The wyrm has a really crazy skull-face design and I hope that I captured it alright. It was certainly interesting to figure out how it should work out. The wyrm in the game is lit from the bottom and I enjoyed painting that into the image.

One of my blind spots in art for sure is realizing textured surfaces. The wyrm definitely has a scaly skin with shadows visible on its texture, and I did my best but still feel like it was a bit lacking. I also had the full intent to draw the wyrm from a frog's eye view to make it look more imposing, but I still ended up drawing it pretty straightforward. I think I need to take a crack at it with a more standard humanodi figure before trying it again with a non-standard monstrous design.

[salvadorbonaparte]

Recently moved back to the US after living in germany for a bit, but I've been trying to keep up with german politics. Unfortunately I speak german at like an A2 level and don't have the reading comprehension to understand most news/memes/general conversation online. Would you be willing to just briefly explain the whole thing going on right now? I've sorta got the general idea from some American news outlets but I'm still quite confused.

Okay I'm probably missing a lot of Nuance as well but:

The current German government is a three party coalition between SPD, FDP and Green Party (traffic light coalition). Christian Lindner was minister of finance. As a FDP member he was a neoliberal piece of shit. He kept blocking government budgeting because he wanted to lower taxes for millionaires, lower retirement and unemployment benefits etc.

In a surprising turn of events our chancellor fired Lindner on Wednesday evening. He gave a speech that was absolutely scathing - for his standards. Our chancellor is known to have zero backbone or charisma and a monotone voice that puts you to sleep.

Now people find this pretty hilarious because 1) Lindner is a piece of shit 2) we've never seen our chancellor act like this. There's been plenty of memes about him being unemployed and several journalists have already asked him things like "will you apply for unemployment benefits" and "what do you think about people calling you Germany's cheekiest unemployed person".

But unfortunately the FDP didn't find this funny so now all other FDP ministers stepped back - except for one who left the party to save his job. This was also really unexpected and is also leading to lots of memes. Without the FDP, the coalition is broken and there's no longer a ruling majority. The current government will spend some time taking care of urgent stuff now and then in the beginning of next year there will be a "vote of confidence". A strategic vote of confidence will trigger a general election, which will happen next spring.

Unfortunately² the current coalition was not very popular in the first place and conservative and right wing parties are gaining lots of influence. We also have a new party called BSW funded by a former Leftist party member who is singlehandedly proving the horseshoe theory by being so leftist she's right wing. So there's a good chance the election will have pretty bad consequences.

But since it's been a really hard week for everyone we're all just enjoying making fun of Chrissy Lindner losing his job #unemployed.

If you want I can translate some of the memes as well.

Hope this helped!

[bhsjournal]

There’s a knock at your door.

When you open it, you're greeted by two sharply dressed strangers—one tipping a dark cowboy hat with a grin, the other standing tall with immaculate blonde pin curls that somehow defy the breeze. “Hi there,” one of them says. “We’re with the Bleeding Hearts Town Census. Got a moment?”

** It’s meme day, baby! 

This is an optional ask meme event, styled like a good old-fashioned census, that will last through the rest of Thursday and all of Friday (4/18).

Under the read more, you’ll find thirty different...."census" questions, all numbered.

Like this post if you'd like to participate—doing so makes your character(s) fair game for others to send you numbered questions based on the list. Just make sure your ask box is open, and let the wildly personal small-town surveys begin!

Do you have raccoons living under your porch? And if so, how many are too many for you to handle?

When was the last time you gathered wildflowers? Tell us about the flower variety when you gathered them.

What are your opinions on the Goddess? If she whispered, would you listen?

Who in town would you absolutely NOT trust with your bulletin board request?

What is your unofficial job in a crisis? (i.e. do you help put out fires? Or hand out candles during thunderstorms?)

In your HONEST opinion… Does the train actually go anywhere?

Who would you trust to fight a bear for you? Who would you send in as bait?

Have you ever strolled the cemetery late at night? What horrors have you seen? What horrors have seen you?

Do you think you could win in a fight against Dick Scammahorn? Follow-up, how bad would it hurt if you lost?

Which location in town do you think has the weirdest vibe?

Do you consider jam as a form of currency? If not, what substance would you accept, fancy britches?

Ever get the feeling the Springs water is… watching you? Do you ever wave back?

Do you have a library card? Do you need help applying for one?

If someone handed you an ancient ring, would you wear it or pawn it off to a city slicker?

What was the last record you bought at Honky Tonk? If it wasn’t Rumors by Fleetwood Mac, why not?

Have you ever heard whispering in the library basement? Do you still owe it something?

What’s your go-to order at Granny’s? Or are you too good for her food, fancy pants?

If a raccoon in a tiny hat offered you a quest behind Happy Apple, would you accept?

What’s one piece of gossip you’re sittin’ on? Real or not! Really, anything. Please.

Have you ever fake-laughed at one of Granny’s jokes? Do you regret it?

Do you think Miss Fortune, the oracle of Goddess Tellings, can really predict the future? Do you think she can predict the gas mileage on her truck parked behind the studio?

Do you know that plant that keeps watching you? Have you apologized to it?

Be honest– did you start the storm by saying “it looks nice out!” out loud? 

What kind of events would you like to see around Bleeding Hearts Springs? You gonna organize them yourself, fancy hat?

Do you think the raccoons are unionized? Should we be worried?

What secret ingredient do you think is in Granny’s famous stew?

Did you hear the rumor that Birchwood Inn is haunted? If not, there’s a rumor Birchwood Inn is haunted. If so, what do you think is haunting Birchwood Inn?

What’s a weirdly hyper-specific job idea you’re convinced the town needs?

Has the Goddess ever given you a sign that was a little too vague to be helpful? Please rank it against the average fortune cookie.

How many farm animals do you have on your property? Would you like one?

[mcytdrabblefest]

Event Announcement & Interest Check

Welcome to MCYT Drabble Fest, A Prompt Meme for any mcyt-focused Drabbles!! (Which for this event will mean fics of 300 words or less)

What is a Prompt Meme you might ask? In sort it's an event where you "sign-up" with individual prompts (short open-ended story ideas) and then anyone can fill them aka write based of the prompt! If you've ever participated in a Kinkmeme then they're the same concept.

I'm hoping to have this event run in Early Spring, although i'm still finalizing the exact layout of things. Nonetheless you are free to ask questions if you have any!!

[melodic-mayh3m]

Multimuse Blog for Megaman Gigamix.

▻ Indie ▻ Selective/Mutuals only ▻ OC and Crossover friendly ▻ Written by Kitt, she/they, 22+

Inbox status: Open

Rules | Mun | Muses

Non RP Blogs Please DNI!

other blogs:

@takahashi-labs | Ariga!Verse Multimuse Megaman OC RP Blog

@spaced-out-muses | Multifandom Multimuse RP Blog

Rules and Mobile-Friendly muse list under the cut:

Muses:

Lightbots:

DLN-000: Proto Man DLN-001: Rock DLN-002: Roll DLN-008: Elec Man DLN-X: X

Wilybots:

DWN-021: Top Man DWN-024: Shadow Man SWN-002: Piano DWN-00: Zero

Test Muses:

DWN-001: Metal Man DLN-066: Tornado Man

Rules:

1. This blog shares canon with @takahashi-labs. While the main events of the Ariga Manga have taken place, many of my muses and their stories have been expanded on and can be considered canon divergent. One of the big differences is XVerse does not happen for me. X and Zero do still exist, and there is still conflict, but there is no calamity and no Maverick Virus. Within current canon, we're coming up on the events of Megaman and Bass, but I can and am willing to jump around the timeline!

2. I’m very OC and crossover friendly! Having said that, there are some franchises I can’t really see myself writing with, unless I’m familiar with you as a mun. I am also very liberal with the block button, and reserve the right to cease interaction if someone makes me uncomfortable.

3. On that note: For my comfort, please do not interact if you are a Personal blog/Do not have an rp side blog, or are below 18+. If you would like to follow for my writing, that is fine. However, any personal blogs that reblog things or spam-like will be blocked on sight.

4. I am a slow writer. There are some days when my writing energy is higher, and there are days when I physically cannot bring myself to focus on it. While I do not mind and actually appreciate thread reminders, I will not tolerate constant badgering.

5. Additionally, there is no time limit with me! RP is a hobby first and foremost, and I expect everyone in the RPC to treat it as such. Everyone has other things going on in their lives, and writing our characters comes second to that.

6. Communicate!! That is the key! Whether it be about plotting interactions or if an issue springs up, I greatly prefer if we can talk things out one-on-one. I do not tolerate vague posting.

7. Unless I reblog an ask meme requesting them, I do not accept magic anons. Any that are sent in will be deleted.

8. I don’t mind darker themes nor topics—though I do have my own limits—and as such I do my best to tag them whenever they arise. Rape, incest, and pedophilia are topics I will not entertain. Full stop. Please let me know if there’s anything in particular you need tagged. Mun ≠ Muse.

9. Regarding shipping, I am very much a multishipper! Having said that, I tend to run based on vibes as opposed to running straight into things. If our muses have chemistry or a potentially fun dynamic, I’m usually good to go! I do not ship just to ship, and will not appreciate being pushed into one.

10. Mun is of age, however I will not be roleplaying anything sexually explicit on this blog. While I may occasionally join in on Sinday shenanigans (I do enjoy sexual HCs and jokes), anything that leads into spicier territory will result in a fade to black. Any continuations will likely be written on Discord.

11. On that note: I do not hand out my discord to just anyone. I am extremely selective about who I give it to, and I usually prefer to do so if we’ve had substantial interaction.

Updated 07/7/25

[jaynovz]

Black Sails Spring-Summer 2024 Kink Meme Interest Check

HI I'M THINKING OF DOING A THING. Here's an interest check form, mwah <3

--

Premise:

Hi, Jay here!

So this would be like an oldschool style kink meme (further explanation here) where the prompts and fills are ALL anonymous to encourage folks to get to actually ask for what they really want and for other ppl to feel as open as they like to go ham on it.

I'd set up the submissions for prompts (they would be submitted on a new tumblr blog called Black Sails K Meme, using anon asks for the prompt submissions) around March or April 2024 and it would be open til the end of Summer 2024 for both prompts and fills.

Multiple fills allowed, 500 words minimum, no maximum. A free for all for kinks and pairings and content in the Black Sails universe. Everything will be tagged accordingly, read at your own discretion. The fills would be posted in a collection on AO3 anonymously and then the link would be attached to the original prompt (via reblog by the event tumblr to keep anonymity)

If at a later date in time after the kink meme completes, you would like to un-anon your fic, that's your prerogative. But to keep the spirit of the thing, EVERYTHING WILL BE ANONYMOUS while it's live.

So, interest check!!

(THIS IS AN 18 PLUS EVENT)

[schismusic]

Joy Division, or: how I learned to stop worrying and love New Order, too

Spring is weird as hell because one time you have this glaring sun that powers you up like being plugged into a wall outlet, then not five minutes later clouds begin to gather and you feel like you're going to die if anything goes south. So the most obvious combination to represent two sides of this same coin, emotional and meteorological, is Joy Division and New Order.

Sometimes you need Transmission or Shadowplay for the sunny days — impassioned jolts, sparks flying everywhere. Sometimes The Perfect Kiss hits harder on a cloudy afternoon, coming back home and in need of that extra push to not fall asleep in the train. It's surprising to realize the versatility displayed by both bands, or the same band in two different iterations according to whomever you ask. Peter Hook says, as late as 1993, that the laziest member of New Order is Ian Curtis. Or again this other person, in the comments under the Atmosphere official video on YouTube, who went to see New Order (Hooky-less New Order, which might be a relevant distinction) at the O2 Arena a couple of years ago and they gave an encore, says "Those of us who stayed got the privilege of watching Joy Division perform three of their songs". Interesting outlook on the matter. I personally saw Peter Hook and the Light play both Joy Division records and, I'm pretty sure, an encore comprised of just Love Will Tear Us Apart at the Arti Vive Festival in Soliera, back when it was still free to attend some of the events. I remember being pretty mad that Hooky had stopped to take pics with basically everyone and then left exactly as I was approaching. In retrospect I don't exactly blame the man, it was like midnight anyway. I remember nothing of the back trip home.

My first contact with Joy Division happened when I was thirteen and very much in my prog era. I was in Rome staying at an aunt of mine's place for my fourteenth birthday and she told me I could get a CD, since I had gotten some money saved up over time. Some Facebook page dedicated to Pink Floyd I'd liked (yeah, Facebook at age thirteen — I literally just wanted to play a fucking Flash game, back when Facebook allowed them, and I ended up getting to be terminally online. Crazy how things turn out) used to share a lot of memes and fanart relating to the Unknown Pleasures album cover, and me being a massive Pink Floyd head at the time I thought "I mean, if these guys are pushing this band so hard, that's gotta mean something". The album cover was pretty striking, admittedly: a far cry from the paisley ass paintings that I had grown to accept as the gold standard for the music I liked, but its simplicity struck a chord closer to The Dark Side of the Moon, or perhaps The Wall. Those were records I liked a lot, probably called them "the best records ever made" to more than one person, not like they aren't but that's a very bold statement to make when your listening experience consists exactly of

Madonna's Confessions on a Dance Floor when I was six;

Daft Punk's complete discography (minus Random Access Memories, which wasn't out yet) when I was twelve;

Pink Floyd's complete discography, courtesy of a CD collection coming out with some Italian newspaper, that same year;

a couple random classic rock records recommended to me by older friends and relatives usually well into their fifties or sixties at the time, random people on Internet forums — which, for clarification, I did not actively attend, preferring to just lurk from time to time — and the OndaRock "milestones" page.

So browsing through the surprisingly expansive CDs section of this electronics shop in Rome, and being mesmerized by a vinyl rack in the days when Music on Vinyl was the final frontier of pretending you could re-analogue the digital ("you mean to tell me these are like CDs, but bigger? Whoever designed these truly lived in the future"), I came across that very same album art that had stricken me so hard. I had listened to the first seconds of the album on YouTube, but that weird drum sound — so echoey, so distant, ultimately not particularly powerful, meaning it didn't really sound like Bonzo: it sounded more like my own band, which at the time didn't even exist yet — I didn't really know what to make of. This store I was in had one of those preview listening machines that would scan the barcode on the CDs and give you a small snippet of the song. I pull the CD up to the scanner, the scanner lights up green, I put on the headphones and the solo from this comes up:

Clearly they had to be kidding me. I had come to know, sneaking into infinitely many rehearsals with the band from my mother's town, what it sounded like when someone tried to play lead without something else filling up the arrangement (even though I didn't really know all that, or at least lacked the vocabulary to properly express it) and, for Christ's sake, didn't these guys notice rehearsing? It sounded empty, weirdly so, and it wasn't my thing, I thought. I put that CD away and picked up a band I knew I'd like — Genesis, specifically. So Nursery Cryme became the first CD I've ever paid with my own money, the very day I turned fourteen. Not a bad pickup. I remember being very impressed with the fast blurring lead guitar on The Musical Box and digging the sweet pastoral atmospheres of For Absent Friends and Harlequin. I still think of that record more often than one would probably assume looking at this blog, or my most played on Spotify. At the time, that was the best move I could take, really: why beat my head against a record that, as your average prog nerd ballbreaker, simply wasn't speaking to me?

Then all of a sudden in August of the same year my friend's dad hands me a 16 gigabyte USB drive, full of random music from all eras of rock. A lot of it remains inscrutable to me for a really long time, most notably Tom Waits (see related post), but I spent the whole month reading random folder names, seeing if something catches my eyes, and at one point I come across the Mars Volta. Open the folder up, read the names of their first three records, and my first thought is "Christ, these guys look incomprehensible. I'm about to have some fun". Long story short: I end up having a lot of fun, the Mars Volta turns into my favourite band at the time and finding out that they had previously been called At the Drive-In makes me gain some measure of respect for punk rockers: if they tried hard enough, I must've thought, they could prog as hard as anyone. In the meantime the ghost of Joy Division remains at the back of my head. I feel like I'm missing something, for the first time in my life: it's not them, it's me. Too bad that same realization didn't occur to me when it came to the people in my life until much, much later, but that's being fourteen for you I suppose. Early King Crimson and the Mars Volta were the pinnacle of violence to me, and not even the very few Metallica songs I'd downloaded just to see what would happen scratched that itch. It felt a bit too cauterized for some reason (I would later find out I had been looking in the wrong direction the whole time: the Black Album "sucked", according to my favourite metalhead of the time, who somehow catalyzed my interest from the very second I saw him in the school's courtyard. Hard to imagine why I would imprint on people like puppies do, but what the fuck, not like I've ever outgrown that anyway, I've just gotten better at managing it). But I felt there was more than violence to this, or different forms of violence. When Christmas came around and my relatives tried to get me presents, my mother asked if there was anything specific I was interested in, and I basically told her "look, if they can get me some CDs off of this list, I'm golden". It had some bangers on it, namely Noctourniquet by the Mars Volta — it's one of their best and I will die on this hill, be warned — and The Downward Spiral, which might as well warrant its own post in an ideal world. But the best of them all I think came from a random purchase, once again with the little money I had lying around at the time.

Closer appears to be, right away, a bit more concrete, and if there's something inexperienced music fans like is a pretty packaging that conjures a strong emotional response before they've even played the record. Compare a color-inverted graph of pulsar emissions to a literal funerary monument. Opening up the booklet I was shocked to see that Genesis was used as a negative point of comparison (bad omen, I thought) by people close to the band, and I came across much more detailed information about Ian Curtis's untimely demise — at that time, something far too removed from my experience to be faced with the delicacy and attention it deserves. Atrocity Exhibition hits like a ten-ton truck, a reference which at the time I wouldn't have been able to make for obvious reasons, and Isolation exposes all the nerve tissue under the skin. Passover comes in and strips everything even barer, and then A Means to an End turns… danceable, for some reason? Big emotional moment with The Eternal and Decades, which I thought actually took them closer to my usual tastes. And yet at the same time I kept looking at Colony, Heart and Soul and Twenty Four Hours as the most compelling cuts. Geometric assault sounding like sheet metal if it were music; rhythmically driven emptiness that serves as a minimal backdrop for depressed poetry, and finally a rocking ebb-and-flow that would probably inform a lot of my interest in GY!BE-like post-rock in the coming years. Very interesting to think that the same guys who'd done Unknown Pleasures could think of this. To this day, when asked, I still do think that Closer is the best Joy Division record, but what does it even mean when the records are exactly two, compilations notwithstanding?

It was around this time that it came to my attention that both Joy Division and another band called New Order had a record called Substance out, both published by the same recording company, both coming out within a year of each other. Looking it up, it turns out it's fully intentional, because New Order is simply Joy Division minus Ian Curtis. It would turn out to be a tad bit more complex than that. Anyway, I look New Order up and kind of have to do a double-take. Synthpop? In my Joy Division? More likely than you'd think, considering Isolation exists. But yeah, that sort of seals it — I wouldn't care about this New Order for a million years. Until all of a sudden a couple of years later David Sylvian bursts like a comet in my face, which of course leads me straight to Japan, the same year as I'd come across Berlin-era Bowie, and you can probably guess where this is going, right?

Well, you'd be wrong. I still don't check out New Order. There's a whole new world open to me — vaporwave and therefore R Plus Seven come to my attention, which leads me to dissect that record like an alien tool of unclear purposes. This of course leads me onto an ambient tangent, taking me back to my Tim Hecker listens of that same year, which has the effect of renewing my interest in "pure" electronic music and the then-rising post-dubstep movement. The sheer experience of sound, the dazzling modernity and innovation, is what's in at the time. I have no time for nostalgia-pandering dimwits: the future awaits. Then all that jazz from the first Godflesh post hits, then God pulls the funniest gag in the history of viral infections to my memory, and I have some time to actually look back, a bit less prejudiced. As it turns out, synthpop is not the devil, as some of you might have surmised by now, and as I relisten to Blue Monday I realized I have never listened to either of the Substance record. I do know some, most perhaps?, of the tracks on the Joy Division one, and I do think the New Order one has the more striking cover art — not to mention I knew, by this time, that this was the one to give Metal Gear Solid 2: Substance its name, and that Your Silent Face soundtracked one of the most memorable moments in Nicolas Winding Refn's Bronson. As the ultimate Hideo Kojima stan, I couldn't let this slide, so I pop the record on and get hit with this:

Way to go, guys. Holy shit. I knew that Ceremony was a Joy Division cut before they could record it, but what the hell — Bernard got it, too. It wasn't a matter of singing ability with songs like these, it's just getting it, finding the right energy. They had that right energy. And then it hit me just as many times these dudes have made Blue Monday over and over again before actually getting it right, and everytime I look into it it's funnier and funnier to realize just how many different attempts it took them to finally be Kraftwerk, but augmented — with the stellar results we all know. Everything's Gone Green, 5 8 6, Temptation potentially, all lead up to this one moment in the history of dance music where somehow three dudes and a girl hailing from Manchester managed to out-gay the Pet Shop Boys (by their own admission, apparently), to shake the whole world's collective booty, to do whatever it is they were supposed to do in this last comparison that would ideally make the previous one a bit less obnoxious but whatever, it's 3am as usual, you know how it goes by now don't you? But then after Blue Monday the record keeps going, and thank god it does, because it's banger after banger. How do these guys keep doing it?

So I spend some time with that record, then it fades down, then it comes back up last month, when the weather calls for it and its parent company. Which is when I find myself watching the Control movie for the first time, surprisingly enough seeing as I already enjoyed the work of Anton Corbijn as a photographer. Looking at all that, it is revealed to me that Joy Division never really having died is not a bug, it's a feature. Everyone is gasping, I get it, but please pick your jaws up and check this out: the band has never learned how to play their respective instruments. One might go so far as to argue they play their own stuff their own way, and that's basically it. Nothing could be further from the truth. These guys jammed, a lot; that's how Joy Division wrote songs, that's how New Order wrote songs, even going as far as having Bernard Sumner fucked up on acid so he could find the chorus to Temptation or the whole band bombed out of their minds on X in Ibiza clubs to write, basically, the entirety of Technique — and even then, not really, there's a couple jangly tracks that the X would most likely render unlistenable but what do I really know? Point being: it might now have been sparked by a music teacher or instructor, it might not have been the product of a process comparable to that within Television, which led them to organically seek out better, more "by the book" musicianship, but New Order were incredibly familiar with their instruments, had formed an element of comfort and understanding that counterbalanced the alien-ness to music terminology.

Peter Hook recently uploaded a Yamaha-sponsored video to his Instagram, which I am pretty sure has a say in running, where he jams on a Yamaha bass and, you know, it sounds like Hooky alright, but it's never a discernible bassline until he kicks into the A major strumming that opens Love Will Tear Us Apart. Before that, he just strolls around the neck, leisurely strumming away at power chords imbued with that thick chorus and reverb combo he became renowned for. I would never, in my wildest dreams, have imagined I'd find myself thinking "okay, awesome, stop talking — I want to hear you jam a bit more" referring to one of the musicians who were part of possibly two of the craziest storiest in the history of contemporary rock'n'roll, also notorious for playing the rockstar whilst carrying the minimum possible baggage of technical knowledge he could. Once again, this is nowhere near a knock to the man — quite the opposite. Ian Curtis asked "persistence, well, what does it matter?", and Hooky (and, of course, the other members of New Order) found a way to constructively answer that question. Moments before Coil, but a bit later than Israel Regardie, they said "persistence is all" and built a brand on finding a way to consistently sound like splendid, eternal, golden children: "like crystal", impassionate, tightly-knit performers with the purity of a child's heart. Ian Curtis had, in certain ways (at least artistically), the purity of a child in his heart, which some might even argue was a distinguishing feature of most of his literary idols — if you think about it, William Burroughs could be your dirty-minded classmate who walked in on his parents sharing an intimate moment in the bedroom (had his parents been gay men, the metaphor would probably fly better, but that most definitely wasn't the case). So the heart of Joy Division remains untouched, if a bit more naked. Heroes of post-punk, sons of the silent age, you can sleep soundly tonight.

[skyrim-forever]

10 and 19 for the edgy ask meme and Theodora?

Hi friend! Thank you so much! Ask game here

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

OHMYGOD so, permission to be cringe? I've got this like modern political AU for Theo where she is working as an intelligence officer/spy. The Skyrim Civil War is instead an election (haha topical!) and she's begrudgingly working to support Cyrodiil's interests and sniff out who's funding Ulfric's campaign.

This may sound interesting but let me stop you right there and let you know this whole thing serves as a way for me to have Theodora and Ondolemar be enemy spies who have sex. Theo in sexy black dresses, Ondolemar in button shirts with the sleeves rolled up? At the end of the day I'm bisexual and I need to eat :P

I've got a doc with 2 chapters plotted and some dialogue but who knows if it will see the light of day.

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

Theodora is pretty good at controlling her temper, though it does get more difficult as more dragon qualities spring up throughout the events of Skyrim. She keeps her cool in front of others, tries not to let anything more than insults slip before leaving to go self-destruct be herself. She is quite good at finding the worst thing to say however.

[takahashi-labs]

Multimuse OC Blog for Megaman Gigamix.

❀ Indie ❀ Selective/Mutuals only ❀ OC and Crossover friendly ❀ Written by Kitt, she/they, 22+

Inbox status: Open

Rules | Muses | Mun

Non RP Blogs Please DNI!

other blogs:

@melodic-mayh3m | Ariga! Verse Multimuse Megaman RP Blog

@spaced-out-muses | Multifandom Multimuse RP Blog

Rules and Mobile-Friendly muse list under the cut:

Muses:

DTN-000: Jazz

DTN-001: Rodeo Man

DTN-006: Moth Woman

DTN-008: Shark Woman

Tentatively Low-Activity/Request Only Muses:

Dr. Mariko Takahashi

Rules:

1. This blog shares canon with @melodic-mayh3m. While the main events of the Ariga Manga have taken place, many of my muses and their stories have been expanded on and can be considered canon divergent. One of the big differences is XVerse does not happen for me. X and Zero do still exist, and there is still conflict, but there is no calamity and no Maverick Virus. Within current canon, we're coming up on the events of Megaman and Bass, but I can and am willing to jump around the timeline!

2. I’m very OC and crossover friendly! Having said that, there are some franchises I can’t really see myself writing with, unless I’m familiar with you as a mun. I am also very liberal with the block button, and reserve the right to cease interaction if someone makes me uncomfortable.

3. On that note: For my comfort, please do not interact if you are a Personal blog/Do not have an rp side blog, or are below 18+. If you would like to follow for my writing, that is fine. However, any personal blogs that reblog things or spam-like will be blocked on sight.

4. I am a slow writer. There are some days when my writing energy is higher, and there are days when I physically cannot bring myself to focus on it. While I do not mind and actually appreciate thread reminders, I will not tolerate constant badgering.

5. Additionally, there is no time limit with me! RP is a hobby first and foremost, and I expect everyone in the RPC to treat it as such. Everyone has other things going on in their lives, and writing our characters comes second to that.

6. Communicate!! That is the key! Whether it be about plotting interactions or if an issue springs up, I greatly prefer if we can talk things out one-on-one. I do not tolerate vague posting.

7. Unless I reblog an ask meme requesting them, I do not accept magic anons. Any that are sent in will be deleted.

8. I don’t mind darker themes nor topics—though I do have my own limits—and as such I do my best to tag them whenever they arise. Rape, incest, and pedophilia are topics I will not entertain. Full stop. Please let me know if there’s anything in particular you need tagged. Mun ≠ Muse.

9. Regarding shipping, I am very much a multishipper! Having said that, I tend to run based on vibes as opposed to running straight into things. If our muses have chemistry or a potentially fun dynamic, I’m usually good to go! I do not ship just to ship, and will not appreciate being pushed into one.

10. Mun is of age, however I will not be roleplaying anything sexually explicit on this blog. While I may occasionally join in on Sinday shenanigans (I do enjoy sexual HCs and jokes), anything that leads into spicier territory will result in a fade to black. Any continuations will likely be written on Discord.

11. On that note: I do not hand out my discord to just anyone. I am extremely selective about who I give it to, and I usually prefer to do so if we’ve had substantial interaction.

Updated 06/5/25

[frobinfandays]

Welcome to #FRobinMonth2024, a whole month of #FRobin goodness! 06 Feb - 09 March

Week 1: 06 Feb - 13 Feb

Word prompt: Publisher Music prompt: Green Day - Extraordinary girl Visual prompt: Autumn bridge  Questions: 1) When did you start shipping Franky x Robin?   2) Who do you think is the most romantic one between the two? 

Week 2: 14 Feb - 21 Feb

Word prompt: Sunlight  Music prompt: Billy Joel - She’s Always A Woman Visual prompt: Winter rose Questions: 1) Do you have any FRobin merch, be it official or fan made?  2) What’s your headcanon for their future? 

Week 3: 22 Feb - 29 Feb

Word prompt: In your arms  Music prompt: Talking Heads - This must be the place  Visual prompt: Spring cat Question: 1) Which meme do you associate with Frobin?  2) Which is your favorite scene? 

Week 4: 01 Mar - 09 Mar

Word prompt: Blueprints  Music prompt: Walk the Moon - Shut up and dance Visual prompt: Summer train Question: 1) How did Robin apologize to Franky after squeezing his family jewels? 2) When did you start shipping Franky x Robin?

Additional Inspiration for the whole month: 

How do I participate?

Create something related to the prompts (one, two, or all three or just answer one or both questions) and our OTP. Upload it and enjoy that you created something.

But I can’t draw or write…

Don’t worry! There is so much more you can do! All forms of media/art are allowed! Editing a video, writing a fanfiction, formulating a headcanon or an analysis. Drawing a fanart, editing a graphic or creating a moodboard. Recording an audio or a musical composition, creating a playlist of songs, getting out your cosplay or doing a photoshooting with some merch you own, maybe giving a recommendation to a fanart or fanfiction! Also, for the first time we’ll add questions that you can write answers to! Just share your answers! 

Let’s get creative! Everything is welcome!

Don’t be shy with liking and reblogging each other’s work.

Will you reblog/retweet my work?

Heck, yeah we will! Please use the hashtag #FRobinMonth24 as the first tag (Tumblr) and tag us in your text @frobinfandays or, on Twitter, @FrankyAndRobin  or @frobin.bsky.social on bsky.

Rules:

Everyone is welcome to participate.

This is an event to celebrate the romantic involvement of Franky and Robin from One Piece, but portrayals of them as friends are welcome too! (But no other ships with either of them.)

No reposting of other people’s work! (Sharing a link is fine, using official works for edits is also fine.)

You are absolutely allowed to use the visual prompts in your work!

You do not need to have a Tumblr blog to participate on Tumblr. However, if you would like to see your work featured on the FRobinFandays blog, we need you to submit it to us. (You can stay anonymous if you want to.)

We’ll also have this event on Twitter! Post your stuff there too and tag the FRobin Twitter @FrankyAndRobin and also use the hashtag #FRobinMonth24.

First time we’ll also have this event on bsky @frobin.bsky.social and also just write FRobin in the post (I’m not sure how it works just yet). 

Everyone else feel free to check out what is happening on those social media platforms!

Sharing your links from Twitter on Tumblr (as a submission for example) and other social media sites is absolutely fine!

Don’t worry if you’re no native speaker. Write in the language you feel comfortable with!

(I don’t feel like it should have to be said but…) No bashing on other artists’ works or harassing others. Franky and Robin would never approve of bullying, and neither will we.

Please help to spread the word with spreading this post.

Have fun! <3

Feel free to ask, just leave a comment on this document, ask on Tumblr or on Twitter! 

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