#still dk if i like the colors but. oh well

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

ulupi time

[yyawnjun]

⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧ CRUSHES ?! ⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧

ot13 seventeen x reader

a.n. helloo everyone, how are you? First time writing for svt and CARATS I am here for you!! Also I promise I will try to be more active on these days

Let me know your opinions and hcs !! comments, likes, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. I hope y'all will like it ♡

summary: They as kind of apparently unreachable crushes - some of them are based on my experience but I am pretty sure you could relate too. Often that handsome guy, we only saw once and will probably never see again, that pretty barista, that airport guy....

1.9k wc ; fluff !! ; lil scenario for everyone ; kinda hope y'all can relate my delusional thoughts ; oh and tell me who is ur svt bias that I might start writing more for them <3

~ S.COUPS [에스.쿱스] ~ the airport crush

THE impossible crush for THE leader.

He would be that cool guy who sits in front of you while you wait for the plane, dressed entirely in black, probably wearing a mask and a hat as well. His gaze wanders as he looks around or scrolls on his phone with headphones on.

THE MOMENT when your eyes lock, and only you can see his eyes smiling. No matter if you keep that one eye contact, I'm sure that will happen again.

He might even make an unconscious attempt to get your attention by putting away his mask or moving his hair after putting away his hat to show how attractive he is… Perhaps it's the same for both of you when he nods his head or waves goodbye with his hand as soon as you have to take the plain. Your joy after that eye contact will keep you two awake during the entire journey, wondering if you will meet him again.

~ DINO [디노] ~ the charming waiter

c'mon ik you get me. You are in your favorite cafè and your order is taken by that one charming waiter who is softly smiling and with stunning eyes.

Even though it's your first time meeting him he already caught your attention, even only for how he acts or how he nods and grins while writing down your order (yes, I am aware of how much delusional I am).

Black and white plain clothing, messy hair, and once more, A COMFORTING AND SWEET SMILE. The urge to keep eye contact with him while he is working and serving other tables is clear to everyone.

And I bet he's the kind of guy who would come to your table and make jokes once he felt comfortable around you. Rather than making you feel uncomfortable, he asks about your order how you are doing, or if you will return

..lockey hoping for a yes.

~ DK [도겸] ~ the beach boy

Let me explain. I can't picture him out with no other expressions but SMILING. His big smile, using literally all of the muscles on his face.

On a sunny summer day, DK is on the beach with his friends, and they are all seated in a circle, laughing and enjoying some food.

Then there comes the instant when your eyes lock when his mouth smile slowly disappears and his eyes light up.

A few seconds passed when the two of you first laid eyes on each other, yet it felt like hours. Then, I can picture DK's friends slowly turning around to look at you, as well as your friends, as they begin to move their hands in front of DK's face.

as if to save from the enchantment.

~ THE8 [디에잇] ~ the motorbike's guy

I know it's just a moment but I swear that it is harder than you imagine to forget.

Imagine a young man on a motorcycle who is stopped at a stop sign after slowing down, wearing a dark helmet that matches the color of his eyes and has a clear visor(?), that turns around to look at you. Only a few people were running in the rain, and there weren't many cars in the area.

So you are still watching him watching you as you are under your umbrella. Your eyes locked for less than a second. There were no smiles or any facial gestures.

Under his helmet, he had deep eyes and a charming and veiled smile.

Who knows if he will ever forget that one-eye-staring contact challenge with those eyes of yours?

~ VERNON [버논] ~ the boy in the rain

I can absolutely imagine him forgetting his umbrella every time. Or perhaps it should not have been raining that day, but it was, and you two ended up stuck under a random awning.

His very presence was enough to make you a little nervous—he made no eye contact nor conversation. It occasionally happens that you gaze at his wet jacket or hair and vice versa, you feel his eyes on you one or twice.

But it wasn't a scary presence; quite the contrary. The young man's eyes were partially closed as he moved his feet to the beat of either made-up music or perhaps the sound of raindrops. And with a simple "bye," you wish that curious guy farewell who was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost failed to notice that it had stopped raining.

~ WOOZI [우지] ~ the idol

Imagine him in a cafe or a library alone, a little while after his debut. Probably writing music or just relaxing on his own.

So you are as well there. Both of you are completely immersed in your work, not paying attention to what you have around you.

As time goes on, you start to become distracted or grow tired and start to look around. You smile as you turn your attention to the boy who is working hard.

Oh, it's time to go! After packing up your things, you see him doing the same. You both proceed to the exit when you unintentionally run into each other. He is the kind of guy that would instantly assist you in gathering your belongings and yourself as well. 

You both say thanks and then part ways before leaving.

Imagine learning who he is only later because he is now a famous idol.. who knows if he wrote something about you on the paper he was working on that day…

~ JEONGHAN [정한] ~ the hallway's boy

I am sure that everyone would have a crush on him if they saw him walking around the school. He is the prettiest boy I have ever seen fr !!

He's beautiful and he knows it…and loves playing with this.

Each time your eyes contact, he maintains the expression and smirks a little. After a few days, and much better if you were in the same classes, he would start saying hello to you all the time.

He would know your name too if you were in the same classes with him or even in the same project group. After that, he will be the one screaming out your name, expecting that you will turn around and look at him as you always do.

So now you won't be the only one who constantly glances at someone

~ MINGYU [민규] ~ your traveling companion

This one is really specific I think.

I thought about that one comforting person that you always see while coming back home or going to school/work every morning.

At first, there are no conversations or greetings. At first, you won't even notice, but eventually you both will. As you begin to feel a little more comfortable, even sit near to each other!

So you become friends when you realize that you've begun to worry when he's not there, or when he's late. Greeting one another and possibly having a brief conversation or trading phone numbers or Instagram!!

The best part is still when he introduces you to one of his friends and it's obvious that the friend knows exactly who you are (YES HE TOLD THEM ABOUT YOU).  

~ JOSHUA [조슈아] ~ the sporty guy

Someone becomes immediately more attractive if they are passionate about their sport. Sorry, I don't make the rules.

He's not just interested in sports; he excels in them as well. He is the athletic student in the class and he's a gentleman, so… Imagine, during class, going for a run together. I think he's competitive yes, but not the type who is obsessed with winning, so I think he would not mind if you two slowed down or stopped whenever you needed to.

He would be the one encouraging you as you tried your best to avoid passing out while jogging for PE, or he would be the one you are staring at while he is competing; the one who appears to look good under the sun and would definitely smile or wink at you if your eyes happened to meet.

~ SEUGKWAN [승관] ~ the saver

Let's talk about how embarrassing it is to ask for directions when you are completely lost…It happened to me a few days ago in my hometown…

I pictured you having to find a building for a class but it's raining and you have no idea where to go. Seugkwan could be that comforting companion who feels just as lost as you, in my opinion. And it's comforting exactly because you're not lost alone; he's with you.

So you two end up together while searching for where to go.

He would ask a worker there for directions while laughing at the bizarre circumstance and lightening the atmosphere. After finding this out, you would walk together and sit next to each other for the rest of the lesson(s)…

~ HOSHI [호시] ~ the concert's guy

the vibe of a concert. immaculate. And it's even better when you really like the singer or the group because you get to meet all those amazing people who have the same passions as you!

Imagine seeing this boy, alone, waiting in line, looking so gorgeous and dressed up for the concert. Literally, the image of the beauty, with an outfit - maybe a crop top with baggy jeans - matched his makeup. So charming that is impossible to stop looking at him

AND SAME FOR U- While your eyes continue to lock and you smile, you are dying inside from happiness. Hoshi might even approach you to compliment you on how lovely you are and ask you how you feel about the concert,

Oh and Imagine singing along with him to your favorite song without caring about anything else.

~ JUN [준] ~ the friend of a friend

Okay, hear me out. That one moment when a friend of a friend that you have met just like one or two times does something kind and looks so attractive while doing it.

He is at the party where you and your friends are attending. only good moments and loud music; but you realize you need a break, so you choose to spend some time in the garden.

Worrying that you were not feeling well he would go out too, bringing some water for you. He did not say much when he sat next to you and gave you a glass of water. Perhaps at first, there was awkward quiet, but soon you two started talking soothingly about nothing that serious but still comforting.

~ WONWOO [원우] ~ the arcade's boy

I immediately thought about him as the arcade crush. Imagine you and your friends at the arcade having to split up into teams or pairs, and you are missing your partner.

Or imagine being in an amusement park and finding yourself alone in a Ferris wheel, roller coaster, or horror house (perhaps precisely as you wanted!). Then, BOOM, he sits next to you. It could be because there were no more places left…right?

He would be that cool guy who would play with you - you probably would have to make the first move tho…

or you might just be mesmerized by how amazing he is as he plays alone. He might feel the pressure of your gaze, but he wouldn't really mind—or maybe he would even kind of like it;)

[barbs4shua]

Sweet Dreams; Sad Reality |Yoon Jeonghan

Synopsis: Joshua, your childhood best friend introduced you to his group members when you moved to Korea two years ago and you get along with the boys so well, all except one person- Jeonghan. He's your worst reality and what happens when he catches you having sweet dirty dreams of him?

Pairing: Jeonghan × Fem Reader

••••••

"Fuck Jeonghan!" You scream, gripping the sheets tightly as he slender fingers, scissored, drove in and out of your wet heat.

"more pl. . .ease. Don't stop" you moan urging him to wreck you further.

"Y/n? What the fuck?!"

Why did the voice sound so familiar? And why was it so loud? slowly, your eyes opened.

Jeonghan!

He was staring down at your sleeping figure, well, now you're awake and he doesn't look very pleased. That's strange, moments ago, he was giving your body so much pleasure with a proud smirk on his face . . . Or he wasn't.

Shit!

You were having a wet dream about Jeonghan, in Jeonghan's room, on his bed! And he'd caught you while at it.

"You!. . . were you touching yourself? Or no, if I clearly remember what I saw, you were dreaming. And. . . Was I fucking you in your dream mmm?" He asks brows raised at you and his body still towering yours. He needs to move so you can breath

"No! I uhh__"

"Don't you fuckin deny it Y/n! I walked in on you moaning my name. I wanted to let you know Mingyu and Shua had cooked dinner in case you wanted some but apparently you were getting stuffed in the dream" he snaps and you look away, cheeks crimson colored.

One glance around and you recognize this room, it's Jeonghan's. But how exactly did you end up sleeping here?

"You don't remember do you?" He ask as though he read your thoughts. He move away and sat on the bed, still too close for your liking.

Then it hits you, You'd come over to the dorm to check on Dino who'd fallen ill and Hoshi, Seungkwan and DK had made you join them in a drinking game. Two shots down and you were already tipsy, you'd told them you couldn't carry on because you were already tired from the day's work.

Joshua had asked you to go take a nap in his room and you did just that. Only it wasn't Joshua's room but Jeonghan's.

Joshua had gone to check on you and didn't find you, he suspected you might have wandered off and slept somewhere else, and he was right because Vernon found you sprawled on Jeonghan's bed.

Jeonghan's bed. . . . the earth really meant to punish you this time. Out of 13 beds in their dorm, it just had to be his. The fact that you two couldn't stand each other for some weird reason even made it more annoying, there's no way you could walk out with your shoulders high now, especially with what he'd just witnessed.

A moment of silence passes and he reaches out to pull the covers away. You shift your legs and . . . . Fuck, You're so damp down there

"Answer me truthfully Y/n, were you dreaming of me?" he turns to face you as he asks

Should you answer truthfully like he requested? He'd sure caught you this time. Well fuck it!

"Yes" you replied raising your head to meet his gaze "and I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see that"

"Do you have such dreams often?" He pries on. Is he really going to ignore your apology?

"Jeonghan, please can we not talk about this?"

"Oh we shouldn't? Y/n the fact that you don't want to talk about it makes me feel this isn't the first or second or even tenth time you're dreaming of me fucking you"

"I. . . don't__"

"Don't what?" He interrupts you as his eyes scan your face. "I mean you hate me, we can't stand each other. But you have such dirty dreams of me? Are you that sex deprived? Joshua said you've been single for 2 years now. . . . Scoups and Mingyu are always up for a good fuck"

Wow!

"Don't slut shame me Yoon Jeonghan!" You snap and attempt to get out of bed only to be pulled by him and seconds later you're laying flat on your back, his body hovering over yours.

"I'm not slut shaming you. It doesn't make sense that you have wild dreams of the one you hate, fucking you so good you're moaning so loudly" his face is so close you're forced to close your eyes.

"I don't hate you. . . I just find you annoying" you say in the meekest of voice

"Why? . . . And open your eyes Y/n. Look me in the eyes and tell me why you find me annoying"

You open your eyes and he's staring at you, but you can't seem to read his expression. It's not the typical nasty or bitchy expression he wears almost all the time around you.

"I don't know" truthfully you don't know why you find him annoying. But he always annoys you. It's either something he says or his unwillingness to do anything that gets on your nerve. It's so shameful that you go to bed and he does things to you in your dreams. He's fucked you so many times in your dreams, you were almost praying to God to make it a reality.

You'd never looked at him the same way again after the first time you'd dreamt of him. You were always stealing glances and thankfully no one ever caught you doing that. You often wondered what it'd feel like to have his fingers buried deep in your cunt as you watched him play with chopsticks.

You'd met him two years ago when you moved to south Korea and Joshua, who was your childhood friend back in LA had introduced all his members to you. Jeonghan had made you nervous the first day you met and you began avoiding him. Soon after, you find him absolutely annoying and irritating. You two barely spoke, so the silent feud between you two wasn't exactly you two bickering but not speaking and being unable to stand each other. And now that you think of it, it's so stupid.

Jeonghan has always been nice, he'd treated you so well and it felt like you had another Joshua in your life. Only that you found his kindness overbearing. But was it? He'd always wanted to make sure you ate well, called to find out if you'd gotten home if you told him or Joshua you were hanging out with friends and all that.

"Well I'm glad you don't hate me" he says snapping you out of your thoughts. He looks at you again and his gaze settles on your lips "but tell me, this isn't the first time right?" he asks and you know exactly what he meant as he reaches to stroke your cheeks and you hitch a breath at the contact. But you don't try to stop him.

"Yes" you reply and it came out moaned.

"I think we can't stand each other because we're frustrated at each other . . . . . I don't know about you, but I like you Y/n. I always have. At first I thought you and Joshua had something going on but after a while I figured you were just friends. I wanted to approach you but you already hated me, or so I thought. So we're both getting punished for being stupid. I get to watch you every time and I can't have you while you go to bed and dream of me fucking you but it's not real"

He prattles on and his hand moves to your arm, drawing circles as he leans closer, so close your nose is touching his and hot breath fans your face. You're dying to have his lips on yours. Those lips you're always staring at, whether in person or on your phone, Jeonghan's lips are enticing. The way he often licked his lips on and off stage made you think sinful thoughts.

"I want to fuck you y/n, I want to pin you to the wall, on my bed, against the bathroom tiles, in the backseat of my car, on the kitchen island. . . " he pauses and buries his face in the crook of your neck as he continues speaking and you're watering. You feel your panties sticking to your skin. Yep, he's making you so wet with his words. Your body is heated and his hands do not stop the mild assault on your neck, cheeks, ears and arms.

". . . . .anywhere I can touch you and have you. I fuckin want you Y/n. I want to kiss you, touch you, I want you wiggling beneath me as I worship your body, I want my tongue in your most intimate places, i want to fuck you, make love to you, have you stuffed with my cock and have you moaning my name with your sinful lips till you're breaking and leaking with my cum. I want to mark you. . . . but I won't because you're not mine" he concludes and you feel like an arrow was shot straight into your heart. He's done speaking but his eyes aren't leaving yours and he brushes his hard member over your clothed heat. He's punishing you, teasing you, pushing you, making you go crazy with need. You feel the sting in your eyes. . . . You're tearing up, you want him so bad it hurts that you might end up begging for him to fuck you.

"Jeonghan . . . ."you say in between shallow breaths

"What do you want princess? Tell me what you want"

What do you want?

Do you want Jeonghan? Oh yes, you've wanted him for the longest time and you really wanted, no, you needed him to fuck you but you can't ask him to do that right? He says he's not yours and He's not lying.

•••••••

A/n:

SHOULD I DO A PART TWO? My fingers are itchy 😂

lol, I had no idea what I was doing when I typed this. I know it doesn't make any sense, I'm only writing again after 10 years and that sneaky man Jeonghan has been doing some shit to me lately so I decided to put it to use 😩

Let me know your thoughts please 🥺

[rinsuniverse]

Hi~ I'm the creative woozi anon and I absolutely loved it ^^ if u don't mind, could I ask for something with seokmin? Fighting by bss has lyrics like "on days where it feels like it's been put on repeat, you hear this song start to play" like I'm not in the dumps but things do seem pretty monotone rn. How would seokminnie deal with that with his s/o?

changing everyday with dokyeom! ✧˖°.

i totally get it, anon! sometimes life just feels so boring and repetitive... you wake up, live the same day as yesterday and the days before, then go to sleep just for you to do the same thing all over again!

i hope this imagine makes you feel less monotone and as if your life has color in it again!

you're laying in bed, watching dk brushing his teeth, getting ready for his schedules

you just woke up, and you know you have to start getting ready for your workday soon as well, but you're still cuddled underneath the covers

seokmin checks his watch before trying to talk with his toothbrush in his mouth

"y/n, ish shtime to heh uph!" he almost sings, his toothbrush still brushing against his molar teeth

"mmm, i know," you say, hiding under your blanket.

you hear him obnoxiously wash out his mouth and gargle before spitting into the sink

he goofily waddles over to you, grabbing your covers and pulling them down so he can see your eyes

"it's time to get up!" he says, a big smile on his face

"i knowww, but i kind of don't want to."

"are you feeling sick?"

"no, it's just boring. i feel like every day is the same, and i'm so... bored. everything is so uneventful right now."

"that could be a good thing," he says, looking at you with curious eyes. "it's better than being bad."

"i guess..."

"come on, let's get up, though! today's going to be a good day. better than any day before," he says, sounding seriously determined.

you groan, putting your arms up so he can help pull you up

he pulls you up and out of bed, your noses colliding as you get up

he gives you a cheeky smile before kissing your lips, then guiding you to the bathroom, patting your butt happily

before you both leave for your different work, he stands in front of you by the door, smiling at you

"do i look handsome?"

"of course! as always. do i look good?"

"better than you've ever looked before."

"you're just saying that because of what i said earlier."

he chuckles before pulling you into a hug

"i hope you have an extra good day today, sweetheart. i'll charge your energy with this hug!" he says before squeezing you tightly

"min! i can't breathe!"

he lets go and then pats your head lovingly, giving you his biggest smile

"goodbye! i'll see you later! have a good day!"

and you do have a good day, but it really isn't anything special

after work, you feel tired, and as you walk out of the building, almost dragging your feet, you turn to see dk standing, waiting for you at the entrance

"oh, hey! crazy seeing you here!"

"you know i work here, silly."

"that's crazy."

you bonk his head jokingly, and he laughs, clinging your arms together

"what are you doing here, min?"

"we're going to make some pit stops on the way home!"

"really? i'm surprised you aren't working right now."

"you're lucky i didn't have much on my schedule today. it must be because today is a super good day for you, right?"

"you're so weird," you laugh, moving to hold his hand instead

you walk together, your arms rocking back and forth

you don't stop until you reach a nice restaurant that specializes in your absolute favorite food!

"surprise! i bet you'd love this place," he says, his pretty smile shimmering in the sunlight

you nod, smiling back at him as you walk in the restaurant with him

you both sit down across from each other and enjoy your food

"thank you for this, seokmin," you say after talking about your day at work. "this is sweet of you."

"of course! i'm the sweetest guy. and today's not going to be like every other day," he says with a facial expression of complete determination.

"okay, okay, i believe you now," you smile, continuing to eat your food

"we're not done yet, though!"

"really?"

and after you eat (and he pays the bill), he guides you over to a nearby karaoke place, reserving a room for a couple hours

"i'll give you your own personal concert for free!" he says, grabbing a microphone. "feel free to join me whenever."

and you laugh, grabbing a microphone and sitting down as he queues up some songs and sings them all passionately

"this song... this song is dedicated to a very beautiful person i have in my audience today. don't even bother looking around because you'll never guess who," he says in a deep, mc voice before singing a lovey ballad

you cheer for him with some tambourines, genuinely so happy in that moment where you get to watch your wonderful and goofy boyfriend destroy his throat as he sings for you pretty much nonstop

you sing with him on some songs, him laughing at your voice, but cheering you on with so much love, nonetheless

after all the fun at karaoke, he walks you home, making you laugh all the way

when you get home, he lets you wash up first and then washes up himself

when you guys lay in bed, he has you cuddle into him any way that you want, and you both talk the night away

he listens to everything you say thoughtfully and you share many laughs

dk loves you so much

if you feel like life is monotone, he will easily make your life feel so much more colorful and exciting!

thank you so much for requesting, anon, and i'm so sorry for taking so long to answer! feel free to request many, many more things (and if you need a friend, my inbox is always open!)!

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

[welcometoteyvat]

ZHONGSCARA. FOR THE RANDOM PAIRING MEME........ THIS IS @zhongscara

hi user zhongscara i am finally making an attempt to release this from asks jail i hope this is at least a mediocre crumb

———

Scaramouche still cries in his sleep. Zhongli watches yet another teardrop roll gently down his cheek, and notes how the wet streak on his face glistens in the glow of the dim cor lapis nightlight. It softens Scaramouche’s edges, smooths out all that pointiness, that cutting ruthlessness in his eyes and figure. His cheeks are still somewhat flushed, peony blush lightly glazed on his face—the same color of his wanton lips, his eyeliner that he didn’t take off. It seems that he enjoyed earlier more than he’d let on… Well, Zhongli will make a note of that for next time. For now—he carefully wipes away the half-dried tear stain, trails his long, graceful fingers along Scaramouche’s cheek, down his collarbone, across the perfect lines of his body. Hm. He’s exceedingly pretty like this, even without his acidic tongue and mercury-quick mind. Zhongli smiles.

“Sleep well, gentle breeze."

———

notes: had another snippet idea that maybe i'll add later bc idk how to write yeah also idk how sex works if this is bad then 🧍‍♀️ also ty for answering the nickname ask <3 this was partially what it was for (风眠（处?）is sooo cute..) oh also i kinda fuck hard w scara pottery motifs idk if that matters but i tried adding some in. dk how well it worked

edit: actually this snippet idea would be a lot longer than i think i'd be willing to stick with. and i don't have enough of a grasp on these two to feel confident doing it either, so i'll just drop it here. anyways the concept is scara's puppet body and him and zhongli and kintsugi (and the gold lines work bc it's zhongli, mr. mora and cor lapis eyes) and breaking and patching him together (probably 50% through sex, but also through like talking and shit). 10k words, spans their initial meeting until they like properly get together, canon or modern au. at some point it's gotta include zhongli bending scara in half and also actual physical punishment. would be very metaphoric and touches on scara's bodily ""imperfections""

[henriiiii-1001old]

time to do a silly over here hey is it okay to ask u to pick one au u have, how would the aus cast do in among us. like who the fuck rages. i shit you not someone ran to the emergency button in a game i was in instead of reporting a body, i was very mad. werent even the imposter either. also hi other person who knows who i am. -silly

anyways i have the PERFECT THING to explain how theyd play among us :33333

introducing: tmc as the morning lobby/hafu lobby!!!!!

you dont need to know who they are to understand, just know that i am insane over them and i love among us videos sm still <333333

SO FIRST!!!! we have mark and sarah as 5up and hafu. 5up and hafu are noted as an iconic sibling duo, very much like the heathcliff siblings. they are also MASTER among us players, most notable for their incredible impostor plays (esp when together as an impostor duo). but besides that, mark and sarah play EXTREMELY well and like order to balance out the chaps of the lobbies.

next up we have jonah and adam the iconic dumb and dumber duo, dk and steve, respectively. they mostly do a lot of trolling. dk is mostly known in his older days for “throwing” a lot of the games, which i just have a feeling jonah would do a LOT. he does get a lot better overtime though!!! as for adam, he gets steve bc steve’s demeanor just 100% matches w adam man. and the lobby has claimed that steve can “roleplay as himself”, which is kind of what adam has been doing his entire life. dumb and dumber can be a powerful duo if they dont throw each other under the bus in the first round and have had some killer games!!!

next up i have thatcher as dumbdog. dumbdog is usually seen in a dark green color, which my brain just went “oh yeah thatcher lol.” however, dumbdog is a mix of a serious and silly player, going along with bits that he thinks are funny but also still being serious when he needs to be. i just think that captures thatcher SO WELL. also dumbdog’s laugh is just so good i might just make it thatcher’s laugh i love it sm.

next we have dave as junkyard. the entire thing with junk is that he’s the oldest in the group, and i think dave would play that role very well even if he’s not necessarily the oldest.

and this is where things get blurry. im not sure who would be who at this point, so i’ll just give a lil rundown of everyone else’s playstyles.

ruth is also a serious and silly player but leans more towards silly. maybe she’d be a good kara? idk

WAIT EVELIN IS MAYBE JANET. i mostly know janet for being so focused on being her role, especially snitch, and its just really entertaining imo. i just feel like evelin would be the same way, hyperfocusing on playing her role and such.

the alts are. okay at the game ig. gabe’s mostly alright but when he’s crew he’ll just get sussed for no reason and it pisses him off to hell and back. six is a VERY silly player. he’s probably a really good jester ngl. stanley i’d say is the best one! very tactical and plans out a lot of their actions. plays really good as both crew and impostor. puppet can be a REALLY good impostor if he knows how the specific role works. he does like to do a bit of fuckery here and there though bc he just likes being so silly goofy.

i didnt almost forget eden (lying) and soeaking of i feel like he’s still getting hsed to the game, likes to call too many buttons, gets caught too often, and misreads a lot of situations. but hymn’s still learning!!! he’s got a long way to go!!!!

uuhhh thats kinda all i have for now ig! also i probably should have clarified this is mostly for unholy gift.

[simiansmoke]

@koopzilla cont

Palming another blue shard of Rainbow Road for a tad longer, he flipped the piece over to study the jagged edges with some muted interest. Whether they were sharp enough to pierce skin, he wasn't so sure...but he knew he'd probably avoid stepping on the pointy ends anyway just in case. "Heh. These are fresh off the track. I dunno when, but they stop glowing eventually." Made him wonder where the light inside them even came from. Turning part ways to see how his 'guest' was faring, he noticed the other's gaze pinned to his stomach.

"Uh...?" When it was clear he was more or less staring pointedly, DK felt his face match the temperature of the steam in his fur and lifted the rainbow shard quickly to cover the warm glow around his naval, and the deeper blue of the shard changed to one much lighter and sky shaded. He didn't need Bowser realizing just what had caused the demise of the crystal coconut lest he get throttled.

"Well, what're you waiting for?" DK snorted, turning his back to the Koopa as he resumed his inspection of the pool and after reaching the end of a long rock leading through the bubbling waters, dropped the carried shard in. He stood at the rock end that ended almost directly in the middle of the pool and watched Bowser wade in, amused to see the waters force a smile out of the tyrant of a tourist. "Nice, huh~?"

Shaking his fur out when enough steam collected as dew at the ends of his pelt, DK decided he might as well take a dip too and used the rock to help lower himself in, arms resting back against the heated stone. "Oh yeeeeah...if this is what soup feels like, cook me - I don't care."

Eyes shut, he smirked at the other's insistence that anything in the Darklands had this sort of worth. Considering his stay there for the past few weeks, DK knew that was...unlikely. "I mean...I prefer my flesh unmelted, but." That was all a magma pit was good for - in his case anyway. Nothing great about watching a bunch of smelly turtles soak in lava while you sat nearby, fur wet and perspiring miserably as the smell of sulpher made you gag intermittently.

With a sigh of agreement, he continued balancing on the rock as his legs and stomach drifted up close to the surface. The glow of his stomach seemed content to light the layer of water over it with the soft cream color of a banana. "So...should I still save the date for your attack on the jungle kingdom?" He mused, partly unsure if the other was still eager to go through with his plans made in anger.

[appreciatingtokrev]

i suppose it is normal then and the duration must be a factor too regarding the sadness. have you seen the film called loving vincent then? it's an biography of his life and it's animated in paint to reflect his art style.

i think it's mainly ios users that play it on their phones? but again, still need load of memory. does your laptop heat up when you play for a long time? my phone did despite being an iphone. i know nothing about hi3rd, i really thought GI was their first game lol. as students, we all have those moments lol.

i hope you get your meds soon then because that will probably help a lot, which style of studying do you prefer? where i live only marine biology is rare and that's a huge con :( but the sea sick might change over time. medicine is 5 years here, how long will it be for you? i dk what forensic medicine entails lmao. i'm sure you will be able to figure it out then.

i know stray kids belong to JYP and that's about it and that's cool but her playlist is probably longer lol.

oh, they are silver, my bad there is too many characters in TR that wear earrings ;-; what do you think of silver as a colour? apart from fanfic/cosplay, have you ever tried making anime edits? i started making youtube anime shorts yesterday and i like it where i do upload them online.

the power of self belief is everything! good luck but i think the quality of the wig probably make a difference? so might need to research beforehand so you can pick a good base.

yes, six months left to the big reveal ^^ no worries and oversided hoodies are cool.

oh, loving vincent! i’ve heard of it, but haven’t watched it (yet?), no. it kinda sounds like something i’d enjoy though.

personally i only know three people who play genshin on their phone, but two of them are samsung users lol. my old laptop would heat up like crazy (i mean... it’s like 8 or 9 years old at this point) but with my current laptop i hardly have any issues regarding that. that said i’ve still got to play on low graphics settings because it just lags a ton otherwise, but i hardly mind that. (tho i haven’t been able to play genshin in weeks bc it keeps crashing for some reason :( i’m waiting it out & hoping an update of my laptop will fix it but who knows. i might get a ps5 for christmas though so i’ll at least be able to play it on there ig? and maybe sooner on a phone bc i definitely need a new one even sooner.)

ah, my meds. i’ve got a prescription now, but they’re out of sale until at the very least january :') i really like studying with classmates/friends bc i hardly have the motivation to study alone tbh but if there’s at least someone else i do. i’ve p much got a study bestie tho and for most subjects we study together :D

well where i live i’m pretty sure you can’t study marine biology since there is no ocean lmao. so i might just study biology & then move somewhere for the specifics? idk. but i’ve got lots of time to figure it out still lol yep, hopefully it’ll get better,, medicine is 5 years here too! forensic medicine is p much examining dead (human) bodies, either bc they died in the hospital/in an accident (so for science) or because they died an unnatural death (criminology). tho the forensic medicine field entails more than just forensic pathology (doing autopsies), e.g. you could be working at a lab doing dna testing.

ngl i hardly know anything abt the few kpop bands i listen to, i just enjoy their music lol. but yeah i’m sure she knows more.

no no i get it, there truly are a lot,, i like silver as a color, especially in jewlery! tbh i prefer it over gold in most contexts.

ohh edits,, no, i haven’t done anything apart from cosplay attempts, making merch, writing fic & doing art for fandom so far lol. i don’t use tiktok & hardly use youtube for fandom stuff though (i usually listen to asmr or hour long explanation vids on yt, not much more adhkgdfjf) but if i do come across edits somehow, i’m always excited :D imo they’re very fun, but i don’t have the right apps or space on my phone for them to make any.

very true! yep, i’ll definitely do some research to try and find a rather cheap but still rather good quality wig,, bc it very much does make a difference.

only four more months.. 👀

[shakey-wakey]

Done yarn! The yarn is done!

Yarn details and then rambling below the cut <3

I get to finally participate in the yarn gauge bullshit (affectionate) that ive seen from other spinners! This is 105 grams and about 447 meters which puts it at a fingering weight, and on the thinner end no less, BUT. either like 9 or 14 wraps per inch, which is dk or worsted weight (i measured it two different ways, i think the more correct way is what got me 14).

Im guessing it should work up like a sport weight but i havent knit a swatch with it yet so oh well, we shall see

Fiber is from Supernova Dye Works, which is local to mid-michigan! Its polwarth in the colorway swamp monsters in l♡ve

My original plan for this was to spin sock yarn, but i got 2 different braids of fiber at the shop and i mixed up which was which. Theres this one, and then i got some malabrigo cloud, which is superwash, but i thought the polwarth was the superwash one... and it isnt. I know socks dont have to be superwash and that people have been making nsw, 100% wool socks for forever, but i dont wanna handwash my socks, and i didnt want to make the supwerwash fiber into the socks, so i had to change gears.

(Yeah ive been spinning this since before i finished the other one, dont worry about it)

That said, my tentative plan for this yarn is to make a mallorn shawl (the one that looks like leaves). Skein one was split into 7 strips which i spun end to end, and skein two was split into 8. Hopefully this makes the yarn work up very variegated, and if i alternate skeins as i work, im almost guaranteed no pooling. Im gonna start on the shawl and once im a good way in and i can see how the colors sit and what the stitch definition is like, i might decide to frog and knit it into a daft days shawl (by creabea). If i do decide to do that, i have some wool of the andes floof that i can spin up to match and use as the other color, and i think theyd look really good together. Not gonna start knitting until december or january, but im very excited work with it whatever i end up doing. I might also end up liking the mallorn shawl but not having enough yarn and frogging it all anyway...

Oh i almost forgot, i also wanted to show the lil test spins i did! When i realized it wasnt superwash, i decided to do a swatch for sock yarn and a swatch for lace yarn to help me decide. Just grabbed a handfull off the end of the braid. I spun, washed, and knit both swatches all in one day

I did the lace swatch in an actual laceweight and then saw that the mallorn shawl calls for a sportweight but it was still nice to see, and im glad to know that i am in fact capable of spinning sock yarn

Fulllll full full cop

(Skein 1 is 50 grams, the tp tube and the spindle are both 25-ish and will become another 50-g skein)

Chain-plying tomorrow, plus washing if i get done early enough💫

[r0-boat]

HEAR ME OUT mermaid au, everyone knows mermaid hybrids are a thing like cat ones but BARE WITH ME (also Emmet finally gets to deck Volo)

You just being a diver, you stick to the same set areas to ensure max safety, where you meet lemon shark emmet, he catches your eye instantly, while mermaid hybrids are well documented, most usually stay far from humans, but this one doesn’t seem to have spotted you yet, he is gorgeous, silver hair and eyes mesh well as the coloration gets a bit lighter and with more muted colors the further down his body you go, you think you’ll keep tabs on him but decide to not bother him, you aren’t in very deep water, but you rest at the bottom looking for seashells when you feel the water move quickly around you, looking up you meet the gaze of the shark hybrid, his grin ever lasting while his eyes show curiosity.

Being a little nervous from his sudden appearance right in front of you, you wave, which he tilts his head at and mimics it back to you, with a little chuckle you hand him one of your prettier shells that you found, he lights up and does a little swim around you.

After that you make sure to visit each chance you get, quickly bonding with him, you’ve surfaced with him before and was surprised he could talk to you! Eventually you would sit on the dock of your pontoon while he rested his arms and head next to you and you two would spend most the night talking, Emmet quickly wormed his way into your heart, he is nothing but kind, a little playful, but such a sweetheart, also so gentle with you too, he is aware that as a shark hybrid he is much stronger than you, and his skin literally a lot tougher than yours.

Maybe that’s why you’re surprised with how this turned out.

You packed your gear like you always do and hopped into your usual spot, there is a beautiful reef around here and some wreckage which became yours and Emmet’s play ground, but this time you don’t see Emmet first, it’s another shark hybrid, and judging from the pattern down his back, that’s tiger shark merman, his blonde hair made him a little more visible so you think it would be easier to keep track of him, you keep your eyes on him and slowly make your way back towards your boat, when he disappears in the distance, thinking you can get back to your boat faster now you make a break for it, only to run into him, he looks so beautiful, his blonde hair flowing around him occasionally moving from his face, but his sharp toothed smirk gives away that he is in fact still dangerous.

You can’t really hear him, but it seems he is cooing at you, slowly swimming around you and getting way too close, wrapping one of his arms around you to pull you closer but is quickly stopped by a sudden blur of colors and a very painful looking punch to the face. The blonde hybrid obviously looks disorientated, while another set of arms come around you, holding you close when you see it’s Emmet, snarling at the other hybrid, How dare he come near you!

You tap emmet to get his attention and point to your boat, which is he quick to do as you get settled and step out dk your gear.

“What was that?”

You stare at your friend, confused by what he meant.

“You’re MY diver, so why did you let that smug bastard get close to you like that!”

“I didn’t mean too, I saw him in the distance and was trying to make it back to my boat when he was suddenly right next to me, I can’t swim as fast as you can Emmy.” Your pout along with that cute nickname you gave him makes him cave, still upset he pulls you back into the water with him, making you lay back to float as he rests half way on top of you with a huff.

“I’ll find a nice underwater cave for us! So I can kee you aware from that gross man and everyone else like him.” Emmet lazily wags his tail as he gazes up at you happily.

You snort and pet his wet hair “sure Emmet.” Oh if only you knew

- noodle (I’m also obsessed with sharks and as a kid my all time favorite fact is that lemon sharks get protective and possessive over their favorite divers, I’m 21 now, and it still has a death grip on me)

I absolutely love lemon sharks.

They're just water cats.

I've seen videos of diver trying to look and watch with interactive tiger sharks and just to have lemon sharks to get in the way. It's so fascinating that non-domesticated animals can be so friendly like this

Tiger shark volo👀?

[hysteriium]

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆;

(𝐆𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞)

(𝐀/𝐧 ): This is the first I’ve posted in ages!!! I can’t recall how long it’s been, life has truly been hectic but I’m getting back on the saddle!!! We’re starting with my boi! I hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun writing this! I’ve been experimenting with the way he talks so it’s not as overt as I’ve previously written! I feel like the intonations may break the flow a bit so I’ve tried to make it more cohesive! Lmk what you guys think! Also shout out to my amazing partner @lilliryth​ they’re the light of my life and helped me edit this!! They’re such an amazing person and I would not be where I am today without them. 

( 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ): Wedding. That is all. It’s not what you think. 

( 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ): DK! Joker x Reader. 

( 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ): 7,600+ k words!

( 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ): Angst (very little), swearing, violence. 

The first time you’d asked, he simply stared in disbelief. 

“Come again?” The bright red hues of confusion painted his husky voice. 

The question had been wreaking havoc in your thoughts for the past month, unsure of how to slip out from ambiguity onto the sureness of the tongue. Such a bold yet silly little request was sure to be large and repugnant to the man hovering above you. While the darkness of his eyes was accentuated by his stygian greasepaint, hints of cocoa peeked through, prompting shy flutters of anxiety in your abdomen.  

You can do this.

Your tongue slid across the arid cracks of your lips, wetting them. You cleared your throat, “I need a date to a wed–” 

That was all you could get out before he blinked a few times and strode off.

The second time, albeit similar in difficulty, thankfully didn’t result in him running. 

You tiptoed into his makeshift office with an air of mischief, his room sombre except for the lamp that spotlighted his desk. Hunched over blueprints which you suspected were his next big scheme, his eyes never drifted from the intricacies on the paper. 

“Boo!” You shouted, catching his hips with an unbreakable hold when you closed the distance. While his body tensed, he couldn’t control the breath of amusement that left his nose.

“I can see you really tried there.” 

You knew he followed your stare when his long fingers worked to roll the sheet. They were fast – so fast the pinched ends stuck out in layered rings that almost resembled winding mountainous trails. He couldn’t have curious eyes ogling his extra top secret will-have-to-kill-you-if-you-found-out criminal plans, now could he? 

“What?” you started, while your hands fell and your footsteps whispered away from him. You felt the creases of your mouth wobble, ready to smile at any moment, and so you bit the inside of your tongue. “Don’t you trust me?” 

“No,” he smirked, petting your head. 

Curse his height. 

“Now, uh, what is it, doll?” 

You let your smile leap free, “I need to ask a super dooper big fav–”

“I’m not going.” 

“But whyyyyyy? My parents are harassing me! They think their daughter’s going to grow old and grey and be alone forever.”

“Gee, I can’t imagine why.” 

You shot him a look, one that only fuelled his amusement.

“J, I can’t just not show up.” 

You watched his figure rise slightly as he drew and released a breath. 

“I don’t like wed–” his tongue stuck out like he’d tasted something bad before he cleared his throat “–dings, they’re full of false hope, drunks and...” he shuddered, “romance. You see, they’ll end up killing each other in a few years. I can picture it now: dearly beloved wife kills cheating husband. Oh how could this have ever happened?” 

He scoffed.

“You’re so dramatic. I promise it would only be for a few hours.”

“And pumpkin, how exactly are you gonna sneak me into a… place like that when I look like this,” he said, hands motioning to his face – mostly his scars. 

It broke your heart. You could've sworn you heard it splinter, the downturn of your brows impossible to hold back. If only words were enough to convey complex feelings, to convey the pile of bricks nestled in your chest, to convey the desperate crave to comfort and rebut, the need to protect – even from himself. You had yet to find a way, and so you were stuck behind the thick lock and chain of language with no key in sight; restricted and bound to tools you never thought were enough, but could only hope were enough.   

“Hey,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. In his eyes you saw the emotions flicker, almost as tangible as they were transparent – anger, fear, shock. Stood still and stiff, you nodded softly, giving him a smile of equal warmth. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”  

He squinted before hesitantly giving in, shifting so his cheek rested against your palm. He had to lower himself a little more to do so. 

“There’s absolutely nothing wrong with how you look. They’re beautiful, and I’ll keep saying so until there’s no breath left in my lungs.”

You held him ever so gently while he flitted his eyes shut. Your heart galloped then, its swell too big for your body and for a moment, brief as the breeze, the chaos he prided himself in was absent; for a moment there was peace.

“If you weren’t The Joker, I’d say go as is. Though, I have a plan!” 

“Oh, do you now?” He said, shaking his head and returning to work. It was clear he was rapidly reaching his patience threshold.

Damn it.

“They have food!” You trailed off unsurely, as if it was a question – pinning your last hope on appealing to his raccoon inclinations.

It didn’t work.

The third, well… 

You had just about given up and accepted the fact that it wasn’t his scene, that him meeting your parents would never be an option – a reality you had started to think of as a good thing the more you thought about it. 

And so, the third day had been your acceptance. Self-care. Instead of chasing after an ideal, your hands were clutching a book, almost too hard, as the part you had been anticipating since very early had reached its finale. With your legs curled underneath you and practically asleep, your eyes flicked furiously from word to word– 

That is until a looming figure shadowed the page completely, concealing all light from the lamp next to you. 

Annoyance creased your features as you looked up at the clownish culprit. Your eyes met and a staring contest ensued, the intensity of his eyes beckoning a response until he, uncharacteristically, broke first. 

“Will this make you, uh, happy?” 

All traces of irritation were washed away by bewilderment, “sorry?” 

“My being with you.” 

“You mean to the wedding?” You asked, wide-eyed. If you hadn’t been as shocked as you were, you would have snorted at his continuous inability to say the word ‘wedding’. 

He shifted on his feet, eyes darting away for a second before he licked his lips. “Yeah.” 

“Is this a joke?”

“I’m not that cruel.”

You paused to hum obnoxiously, your finger tapping your chin to challenge the notion.

“Never mind,” he waved his hand in the air and was about to walk off before you grabbed his hand and sprung off your seat. You felt him try to wiggle out of your grasp with a grunt, but it was too late. “Thank you!” You shouted. 

You missed the way his surprise melted into a genuine curl of his lips, twitching; the muscles unused. Instead, you were too busy stuffed in his vest, with your arms swathed around him. You both stayed there for a while basking in the warmth of each other, as his hands, which you guessed were hanging awkwardly in the air and unsure of what to do, encircled your waist.

Third time’s the charm. 

Shaking fingers twirled sapphire silk, gliding over your cinched waist before finally moving up to the delicate exposed flesh of your neck. You glanced over the spaghetti straps that curved comfortably over your shoulder, and the simple silver circle necklace that laid between them, its chilled presence clashing with the heat of your skin.  

Knock knock knock!

“Just a minute!” You said, jumping at the sudden rude intrusion. 

“Not even funeral parlors take this long,” you heard J say from the other side, the distinctive departure of footsteps following promptly. They seemed faster than usual.

You puffed air at his complaint after calming your racing heart. Then you scrambled to finish up the final touches of makeup, at last winding the nude colored ribbons of your heels around your calves. Your head felt light, and your shoes only worsened the sudden gelatinous state your legs took on. Never before had you dressed up in such a way, not for years and much less in front of someone you dearly cherished. The line between fashionable and laughable was blurred and never truly had been exercised. Waving away the fuel your anxious thoughts provided, you decided to try and move. Your heels wobbled trying to avoid the flowing material pooled by your ankles, and you’d just managed to slip one foot out through the thigh-high slit. No matter how much you sighed, the pressure remained, weighing like an anvil. And so, with nothing much to lose, you made your way to the door; the dampness of your fingers leaving its foggy signature upon the knob.

This was it.

You breathed in one last time before opening the door.

“Okay, I’m re–” 

You exhaled sharply, feeling the earlier intake of air leave you – taking with it the remaining wind in your lungs. You couldn’t control the twinkle of your eyes, nor the flip of your stomach as you gazed upon him.

His form was angled against the wall and his arms were crossed – that was, until he dragged his eyes over to you. His limbs then dropped to their sides and he quickly, almost stumbling over his shoes, righted his position. The bob of his Adam's apple was clear while both of you stood meters from each other with widened eyes. You knew he had the ability to pull off a suit, but the royal blue he donned was stunning. The stark colour complemented his blond locks, while his foulard tie with its blends of pinks, purples, and its navy base matched his socks. 

It seemed you were both in the same boat, consumed by swells of giddiness and the need to fidget. The fingers that were dressed in dark brown leather gloves drummed against his thigh, while one of his cedar suede shoes tapped furiously against the floor.

“What.” He finally stated, rather than questioning. 

You dropped the necklace your fingers had started circling. 

“Nothing! You just look… really nice,” you uttered earnestly, unable to contain the sweet smile that broke through awe. 

“Yeah, yeah. Uh… you too,” he said, the last part coming out less steady. 

He avoided eye contact when you trotted over to him, fiddling with his cufflinks, though his tending to them immediately vanished when you began to accentuate the swish of your hips. 

All fidgeting stopped.

You were sure he was expecting something else, rather than the delicate cupping of his cheek once you reached him, soft lips meeting with roughened skin as you kissed his scars. You took your time with each one, whispering affection, before claiming his mouth. He growled against you, and you could feel him tighten his hold. 

The tip of his tongue traced the stain of lipstick, a wordless demand for entry which left you weak. Almost parting your lips to allow the gentle slide of his tongue, he suddenly reared back with a smirk. 

“Peach,” he cooed. 

You were going to have to reapply later. 

With a small smile you extended your arm to the couch, and knowing time was beginning to pass, he complied. As he advanced, you peeked at the orange lining in his blazer. The hue was similar to his purple coat, though slightly lighter. You smiled to yourself, the small detail so characteristically him. 

“Alright. Let’s get this over with,” he sighed, bracing himself. 

Already a step ahead, you had brought out the makeup needed just prior to getting dressed. Sitting on one of the nearby surfaces, you picked up a small translucent bag with little red hearts on it – a fact he’d snickered to himself at when he first saw it – and walked over to him. 

“As you wish, grumpy,” you simpered, “now hold still!” 

True to his new title, you heard him mutter something unintelligible under his breath. The tap-tap-tap of his foot against the floor was most of the noise for a good while, and although distracting, the fidgeting of his hands was less noisy. You knew more than anyone he needed to squirm around, some movement at the very least, and so you endured. You deduced that he’d not been this close to someone in so very long, let alone allow them to do his makeup. That task, intimate and personal within itself, was not something others could be trusted with. 

“Time to hide these little guys,” you murmured, focused as the beauty blender sat between your fingers and dabbed on concealer. “Not that they need hiding. I’ll miss them.”

“Really?” He chimed in, eyes shut while you did your work. 

“Yeah, they’re a part of you and I’d never want you to hide or be ashamed of who you are.” 

“Hmm,” he trailed off. 

Occasionally his mouth quirked, his tongue darting out to lick his scars; an involuntary movement. You were patient, and even if he wasn’t overt about his guilt of messing up your progress, you reassured him lightly with a kiss on the head, sometimes playing with the dirty blond waves that lacked any sign of green. 

The day before he’d washed out the colour in preparation for the big day, groaning until he caught sight of himself in the mirror; contemplative. Ethereal and almost delicate he seemed. How precious it was to witness such cracks in the fortress, where the basking rays of sun illuminated what once was – and still is, only shrouded by shrubbery and thorns, so overgrown and disordered that they had forgotten to take care of even themselves. Forgotten how.  

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he groaned as you finished blending the concealer on both cheeks. Grabbing the foundation you had colour matched, you dabbed a bit on your hand before applying that too.

“Honestly, me neither,” you replied, feeling no need to sugarcoat the shock from your tone. You knew he appreciated the truth. “But I’m glad you are! You’re doing so well!” 

He squirmed a little at the compliment but settled seconds later. Soon after finishing the blending, you reared back and observed your labour. Although it wasn’t perfect, and if you looked hard enough you could still see the intricate crevices in his skin, it passed. 

“All done!” 

As soon as you spoke, J pushed off his palms. He was halfway off the chair when you stopped him.

“Wait! I have to walk you through something.” 

At this, his eyebrows quirked up. You knew you had his attention. 

“Conditions!” You announced.

“Ah. Now there are conditions.” 

“Yes! I don’t want you to throw a tantrum and blow up the whole reception.” 

“My my, aren’t you a little fire stopper.” 

“Promise me.”

He flicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. With one hand on his chest and the other raised just next to his head, he bowed a little. “I swear.”

You wrinkled your nose, “I swear there will be no funny business, and I’ll be on my best behaviour – oh and no crossing your toes either!”

“You know me so well,” he sighed, admitting defeat, “Fine. I swear there’ll be no funny business and I’ll be on…” he cleared his throat and brought a closed fist to his mouth, “my best behaviour.” Then he shone his impishly wide grin, one that only intensified the pit of doubt in your stomach. 

It would have to do, though.  

“Okay,” you whispered. 

He stood up now, towering over you. 

“Okay,” he mimicked, dropping his hands at the base of your hips. 

The last few days had been full of surprises, his agreement to attend trumping all. However, his overt display of affection was a close second. Never before had he been so forthcoming and so comfortable with physical contact. 

As his hands laid there, unmoving and making their home in your curves, you inched closer to him; a specific craving only his warmth could ease. Though, those very same hands around you tightened when you tried to step forward, holding you in place. Curiously, you looked up at him, brows furrowed. 

“What are you–” 

It seemed he couldn’t help himself. The evil laughter he’d been trying to restrain bubbled from his throat and bounced off the walls. The eagerness to ask what he was doing quickly died – hard – when you could no longer feel the ground beneath your feet. It instead morphed into protests and occasional bouts of laughter as your arms dangled along his back, your pelvis against his shoulder. One gloved hand rested crudely just below the curve of your ass, occasionally squeezing your upper thigh and holding you in place, while his other arm hung unobstructed. 

“We–” he clicked his tongue, “–wouldn’t want to be late now, would we?” He finished, purring. 

The location was a couple hours outside of Gotham on the coastline in an area you’d practically never heard of. If it wasn’t for J’s gift for navigation, and his frustration when you kept leading him down wrong turns, you would have been hours late instead of just missing the ceremony. The last straw had been assuring him the early exit was your turn off despite his gut instinct, despite the countless times he asked ‘are you sure?’ and despite his sneaking glances – something he stopped doing when he almost crashed into the car next to you, too focused on craning his neck. All of this combined had resulted in the brutal demise of your map reading days. 

Stopping where he could after taking the wrong exit he held out a gloved hand, a wordless demand for the navigator. Before long, you were back on the freeway, thankfully heading the right way. The directory rested in his lap as he balanced the seemingly breezy tasks of reading and driving. 

Clearly safety was his middle name.

Once the two of you arrived at the venue, the first thing you both noticed was the heat. Warm and uncomfortable, the seabreeze made this bearable. The next notable feature was the rambunctious clamour of the crowd; music, laughter and shouting. 

After worming your way out of the van, comically wedged between two much smaller cars, you headed towards the reception, stopping short from the asphalt-sand border. J stared at it as if it had foiled his genius villainous plots, as if it was the cause of all his misfortunes, as if it was responsible for the brutal murder of his first pet. Then, he made a face – a mixture between a scowl and disgust. 

He sniffed, “it smells like...” he paused to grimace, “high society.” 

The ghastly look was then directed ahead to each moving – breathing – organism he could see. There was no doubt in your mind the crowd had already made it on his hit list.

“For once I miss the stink of Gotham.” 

“Well at least it’s at the beach!” You exclaimed, not recalling the last time you’d been. Trying to think that far back made your brain hurt, the tingle of overworked cogs and Brain Fog a lethal combination that coerced your forfeit in seconds. At the very least you were happy to be making new memories, hopefully some you’d be able to remember in the future; memories you prayed were not, later too, guarded by the merciless Brain Fog and his ravenous desire to generate headaches.  

“I hate the beach,” J delivered flatly, hatred distilled rolling off his person in waves.  

“Oh, you hate everything!” You pouted, brushing off his pessimism. 

“It’s hard not to.” 

“Well…” You stopped to think, wracking your brain to prove him wrong, “what about me?”

That had to get him. 

“You especially,” he grinned, eyes twinkling with a mischief that spoke nothing other than ‘you walked right into that one, sweetheart.’ 

You were unable to help the sigh that sailed past your hued lips, “well, come on sunshine. You can’t stare daggers at them all day.”

“I can try,” he spat sourly. 

You rolled your eyes and dragged him along but immediately dropped the act when you quickly realised it hauled unwanted eyes, like metal to magnets. Yet, J followed even though you were certain he saw the cursed asphalt-sand barrier as the very gates of hell themselves. In fact, he seemed a little bit too eager to start his anathematised exploration of the 9 circles as when you looked back, expecting to see his long limbs hanging in defeated protest, you were met with, well, nothing.

One moment he was there, the next he was gone seemingly stalking off into the unknown, hiding among the sea of people. It wasn’t like he was easy to lose either, his height and his aura of absolute discomfort is what set him apart from the rest. He protruded like a broken bone – so why couldn’t you find him?

“Damn it, J!” You harshly whispered to yourself, unknowingly stamping your foot until the insidious specks of sand tumbled their way into your shoe, under your feet and between your toes. Easily conquering your layer of protection, their coarse presence made you want to grind your teeth. 

Maybe this was a mistake.

Before you could go off and search for the lost irritating puppy, you heard shouts. At first they seemed like ordinary yells, distinctive deviations from the crowd which happened to catch your attention at the right moment. Though, the more time passed and you wandered around like a newborn giraffe looking for its mother, you realised this was not the case. Most telling was the way those vague cries morphed into the familiar syllables of your name. And then finally in view, the supposed sweet comfort of childhood embodied neared; their worn features staring into your own, different from all those years ago. 

You fought the urge to run. 

“Hey honey!” Your dad beamed.

Two pairs of smothering arms made their way toward you, enveloping. With your fingers clutching separate materials, each as scratchy and glacial as each other, your head started to spin and you felt yourself holding your breath. 

“Hey mum, hey dad, it’s nice to see you two again,” you said, feeling the slow ache from clenching your jaw starting to set in. You quickly swapped this expression for a small smile when they released you.

“How’ve you been?” Your dad inquired, the shimmer in his eyes a sight you couldn’t help but double take at. You noticed there was no glass in his hand. 

“Don’t bombard her dear,” your mum rolled her eyes, “where’s this date you were telling me about?” 

She lingered on the word with an emotion you couldn’t quite discern while her adjudicating eyes swept over your outfit. Her eyebrows then lifted, scrunching her nose with it. “Not bad.”

Her scanning forced you to shrink into yourself, the automatic motion of your palms relentless in their pursuit of wrinkles, a fact you did not pick up on until your mother cleared her throat at your unprompted staring contest.  

“My question dear, it’s rude to ignore your mother,” her thin brows creased and the folds just above them rested along her forehead in a similar fashion.  

You scrambled for an acceptable answer, the question just as ambiguous to yourself.

“He’s… um… getting us drinks! I was actually just about to go check up on–” 

“Well if a man can’t even fetch you a drink he’s hardly useful,” she scoffed, turning to her husband to whisper, “can’t imagine what this prince charming looks like.” 

Anger, lava-like and boiling, rose up in your throat. The pressure seemed unbearable as you tried to keep your mouth closed – tried not to defend the one you loved with your entire being. How dare she judge someone she had yet to even meet? She had yet to see the beauty that radiated in and out. 

It had only been minutes and you’d already been zapped of your energy for the day.

“I think I should go check on him now.” “Yes, of course. Come back to me when you have something to show,” your mother smiled. You watched her lips stretch, her wine lipstick as pigmented as the red coating your vision. 

Her hand clutched the necklace around her chest. Her fingers traced the glistening diamond which hung overtly, screaming it’s pricelessness to all passersby as she went to go have another sip of her champagne. At the corner of your eye you noticed movement, a pair of worn hands clutching suit pants. Hard. You turned automatically and when you met his eyes your dad shot you a strained smile. It almost looked like an apology. 

Your stomach turned. 

You tried your best to conceal the stomping as you promptly departed, promising yourself to at least wait until you were out of their view and blending in with the crowd. Once you merged with the patches, you quickly discovered that navigating your way out of it was going to be just as hard as trying to find J. Left and right amalgamated, looking the same no matter how many times you tried to compare differences and so did everyone’s outfits. You could have sworn you’d seen the same red dress three times, though you also could have sworn you went all different directions to the last; the truth was you were no more knowing than a sailor stranded at sea lacking a compass, the same indistinguishable shapelessness stretching out for miles and miles with no end in sight.  

Then, a miracle – a clearing of people which shrieked hope and a long portable table with flowing white lace harbouring all kinds of food. Amongst the good news, a blotch of royal blue caught your eye and a flash of blond. Focusing your view on the table and its few inhabitants, one of which was the blue wearing stranger, you quickly realised your missing date was fixed and firm in place at the snack area. No sooner than this revelation processed you dashed over, the anger returning once the relief had run its fleeting course. As you stormed your way over to him he failed to look up, too preoccupied with the food he was collecting. Lacking in subtlety, you grabbed his arm. 

“Jesus there you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

J, who had been waiting to stuff his face with what you identified as another cupcake, mouth ringed with strawberry frosting, crumbs and sprinkles, dropped it in surprise and turned to you with widened eyes. They shrunk as soon as they showed an inkling of surprise and instead shifted to speckled guilt. 

“Cupcake,” he managed to mumble with a full mouth.

Your fiery frustration was immediately put out by how cute he was, and you felt a surge of guilt yourself. It wasn’t fair to be taking out your personal frustrations on him. 

After closing your eyes and taking a breath, you reset. 

“They think I’m lying about you.”

He swallowed.

“You wanna leave? I, uh, know I want to,” he said much louder than the whisper you wish he’d used.

Such a comment warranted an elbow jab into his waist as you smiled ear to ear and sickly sweet at the passing guest who had clearly heard J. The middle aged woman with short brunette hair, white pom-pom earrings and beady eyes shot you two a blazing look before rutting her nose into the air. The reek of pretension wafted off her. Now you could see what J was saying earlier. 

Pee-yew. 

Everyone here sucked. 

“I’m gonna kill her later,” he murmured, squinting after her. 

“J, you promised to be good!”

Even if she was a grandiloquent old bitch who deserved it.

His ominous response was to pour himself some punch, the clown-in-disguise bringing the plastic up to his lips. As the cup masked most of his face, the only thing visible was his deadly gaze which bounced from congregation to congregation.

“How much longer.” Again, it wasn’t phrased as a question, more a statement. 

“The bride and groom haven’t even danced yet.” 

He scrunched his nose, though dropped the subject. At least verbally.

“You’re so crabby. You do know that you’re drawing even more attention to yourself this way?” 

“Hmmph.”

It was silent for a few minutes before, without warning, he grabbed your hand. The hesitant and jagged strokes of his thumb followed and even though they belonged to a novice, the delicacy was still there.

The message was clear: 

I’m new to this. 

Your lips upturned, the gentle quirk hidden by transient hair flowing along the salty breeze. His touch was warm and paradoxically amiable; his presence a shelter cutting the chilly current that had picked up around noon. Stained lips, of which you had forgotten about until the sticky residue imprinted boldly on his glove, aimed to ease his buzzing mind. Expecting a grumble for the lipstick mark, what you got in return was the soft gaze of dark brown eyes – a sign of taming raging waters. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact the window into his soul for once could be identified as just that – a window; crystal, without the dirtied stains of camouflage and trepidation. 

Something had changed. 

Before you could get another word in, it was announced the bride and groom were going to have their first dance. The crowd gathered around the newly wedded couple as the music suddenly switched. The speakers were loud as they played a waltz, the couple’s limbs intertwined and swaying to its dramatic pace. They twirled and swayed with the grace of swans tiptoeing and beguiling the creeping ocean on the golden sands. Even though you knew virtually nothing about them, and were convinced that in fact this whole invite was your mother’s scheme to pry, the sight was a beautiful one to behold. The epitome of love – reciprocal trust and utter surrender; it had you wondering where you’d gone wrong previously, and if such a thing was as formulaic as it seemed to be, or if they were freefalling into the abyss as much as everyone else was; blindfolded, but nonetheless with each other. Welded in each other’s hearts.

How long had you projected your yearning at the couple and vicariously lived through their magical moment? You couldn’t say, though it was only the sudden grip on your shoulder that had managed to break your fixed admiration. It was firm, but nowhere near the realm of rough, and it even contained a fraction of gentleness, an action that wordlessly said ‘are you okay?’

At the sudden presence, you looked over your shoulder to find J, his guarded eyes holding a knowledge which only deepened the crawling feeling of embarrassment. Blood rushed to your cheeks. As you rounded your gaze back to the couple, you quickly saw the crowd was beginning to join them, all dancing at their own pace as the music continued its intimate lull. J’s hand slid down your arm while you watched and returned to hold your hand. Content and about to lean into him, your sudden love struck daze pounced away when he started to walk, dragging you along with him. 

“Hey– what are you doing?”

No response. 

“Let me go!” You said, your tone coming out a lot angrier than you’d expected. You guessed this alerted him because even though you were mere meters away from the rest of the crowd he stopped to explain. 

“I saw the way you were looking at them. You know, cupcake, you’re not hard to read,” he drawled.

You pursed your lips, looking away for a moment. 

“So what? What are you doing?” 

“What does it – ah – look like?” 

He’d seemingly taken your lack of response as a positive and continued forward. He grinned once he had you in position and placed his palm on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing gentle circles. He then maneuvered his other hand to grab yours and stretched it forward. From his first few steps you knew immediately it was the Viennese Waltz. The fast tempoed dance was one you weren't all too familiar with, but you’d learned its slower English counterpart.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you gasped, trying your best to conceal your astonishment. You didn’t want to seem rude, though he just didn’t seem like the person interested in such a thing. Nor have the time. You were certainly finding yourself more curious about the origin of such a talent, and all the other potential abilities that were sneakily tucked away. 

“Well aren’t I just full of surprises.”

He dipped you slightly in time with the halt of the orchestra. He held you there for a moment before the tune resumed its boisterous charm, climbing steadily to its crescendo. 

“Here’s to another,” he said, his smile widening. If you didn’t know him so well you would have believed the expression to be completely innocent and honeyed. Standing there intertwined with his limbs you knew that devilish gleam was anything but. 

And, seconds later, this suspicion proved right. 

Suddenly he lifted you, twirling you around in such a way that made you feel like you were the bride. You’d only seen such a thing in Disney movies and cheesy rom coms – to be cherished, to be loved and cared for in such a delicate way was a fantasy; a taste of nostalgia and a serenade to the hopeless romantic within.

“J, put me down! Put me down!” You felt yourself swallow when his hands tightly gripped your hips. For a moment the irritation you’d experienced all day from a full face of makeup and wandering had all been worth it. 

His laughs slipped out, too; a direct contrast from his often irked facade, a musically heart-warming phenomenon which no instrument could emulate. The whole time you kept your eyes on each other and never once did they deter, focused on drinking in the beauty of each other. The cheers from the crowd you’d gathered fell upon both your deaf ears, transfixed by each other’s magic in your own closed off bubbles. 

As you continued to dance, the act itself felt like flying. The crowd separated when you neared – that is, until everything stopped. Sharp and prompt. 

Neither of you had much regard for the abrupt bump when it happened, there were people everywhere and mistakes occurred. It was no big deal. At least that’s what you told yourself until such a collision was followed by a violent shriek and a splash. 

Loud gasps replaced the background noise of applause.  

In a few frightening seconds your brain made the connection – linking who you’d just seen in the same area minutes before, inches from the ocean. 

“Oops,” you squeaked, too scared to turn around. However, despite your better judgement you did just that. 

The groom stood in shock, evidently unable to come to terms with the sight he was seeing. One moment his new wife was safe within his arms, dancing as if it was only two of them in the universe, the next she was below him, swimming with seaweed. Then, his form began to tremble, a telltale sign that what was to come was nowhere near the realms of good. 

He turned around with searing red eyes, a wrinkled nose and bared teeth. The eyes of the bull met the petrified, and his stubby, squared and well-manicured finger pointed directly at you. 

“You fucking bitch!” He roared.

You jumped, feeling yourself cling to J. His arm wrapped around you reassuringly and although you trusted him with your life, being confronted by a raging groom was still nonetheless intimidating. The groom who apparently cared more about telling you off than helping his wife, who was still floundering in the crashing waves, began his march over to you. 

“Do you know who I am?” He continued, and you wondered if he was still aware there was a crowd around. J almost instantly stood in front of you and had to hunch further to scowl at your aggressor.

“What was that?” J grabbed the man in front of him and slipped the blade hidden in his sleeve between the groom’s lips, angling it against the crease of his mouth. 

“Hmm? Why not try your luck, princess. Say it again.” 

The groom froze, the flicker of fear evident even on your end, though he kept up his brutish facade. 

“You’re both going to be 6 feet under when my dad’s through with you.” 

“Aww… run along to daddy so he can fix all your problems,” you could hear the pout in your boyfriend’s voice, comfortable and in your eyes even elated, to spit out the toxins he’d been gathering from just being here all day.

“So you do know who I am–” “The second most spoiled kid of Gotham’s underbelly.” 

“And yet, you’re still holding the knife.” 

“Of course the first would be your brother though, hmm?” J continued, completely ignoring the man's statement.

The groom gritted his teeth. 

“I bet it stings to not be the favourite. To not even have him here on your big day.”

“I’m going to fucking kill you,” The groom spat, bullseyeing J’s shoe. You saw red pooling at the corner of the man’s mouth, the mere act of expectorating on your boyfriend’s shoe more urgent than self-preservation. 

Yeesh. 

“Now that’s not very hygienic,” J growled, wrinkling his nose. His grip on the knife tightened and in one quick motion, the groom was screaming. 

While you couldn’t see the infliction from where you were positioned, the blood dripping onto the sand was clear as crystal. The screams of those around you were piercing, their horror and disgust forcing you to cling tighter to your boyfriend.

“J, please! That’s enough, it’s okay!” You pulled on his blazer. Feeling the hundreds of widened eyes staring holes into your being was no longer a concern. What mattered most was him. Getting out of here. 

With a quick glance to his right, J met you, then looked back at the groom. 

He smacked his lips. 

“Seems you are lucky,” he purred, the shimmer in his eye reflecting nothing of the warmth he concealed so carefully – nothing of the warmth of when your eyes met. Instead, it was serrated and reflected jeopardy. He possessed the force of a hurricane. A gravity; the way in which he commanded the direction of things and uprooted the fortitude of the righteous, the sure, a mothernatured finesse. 

He looked back at you again before shifting his hold on the man, fisting his wrinkled and bloodied shirt, then barked, “why don’t you go join your blushing bride?” 

With the element of surprise, J raised his knee and shot it between the man’s legs, the man falling down almost as fast as the foreign presence made an impact. You could have sworn someone at the corner of your eye jolted, most likely fearing the worst while others let out shrieks. Fear of the unknown, the seduction of one’s imagination and its ability to fill in blanks was the most manipulatable aspect of consciousness. Rather than bleeding out and rocking lifeless against the cradling waves like so many had thought, the groom sat there, soaking in the shame of defeat and crimson. He hollered while his new wife crawled to his side. 

“Tell your precious father I said ‘hi.’”

All eyes now turned to you both as you speedily departed, J dragging you along once more. The colony of sand in your shoe that had begun its formation hours ago was well in its breeding season now, the leathery insole most likely buried along with the newly wed’s marriage. Before you fully exited the cooperative crowd, forever to forget the merging faces of horror, two familiar ones caught your eye. 

Hah!

“Some date, huh?” You smiled, staring at your mother straight on. The way her face twisted up in a myriad of emotions – surprise, disgust, embarrassment – was something you’d never forget. You were sure you destroyed her little snobbish social circle by the mere association. Pride swelled in your chest, a childish victory that didn’t seem so childish when you later reflected on your relationship with her. 

When the two of you escaped back to the van successfully, there was a moment of contemplation. 

“I – heh – think that went well!” J laughed to himself, rounding his body to face you, “you think your parents like me?” 

“I think I should be asking the same to myself,” you said.  

“Cheer up buttercup, at least your parents know you’re not dying alone anymore.”

“To be honest, after that shitshow they’d probably prefer it,” a sigh left your lips and you began to bite them, unconscious of the small action until the taste of metal blew up your taste buds.

“Eh. Who needs parents, anyway?” 

You began to fiddle with your hands, suddenly finding them incredibly interesting. From the lack of interruptions you concluded he knew you were miles away, trapped in the wilderness of your own thoughts.  

“So I’m guessing you only came because you found out whose wedding it was.”

It took a lot to break the silence, and the air suddenly shifted to a heaviness. You weren’t sure you were the only one tensing. 

J clicked his tongue but didn’t answer. 

“It’s okay… I think I’ve had my fill of weddings for a while, anyway. And parents. And honestly, maybe people,” you answered for him, despite the swirl of hurt brewing in your gut. 

He breathed out his amusement. The lack of transience had you swallowing, frantic to keep the growing weight on your chest from expanding – from consuming your entire being with emptiness. You didn’t know how long you had until the stampede made its mark, the thunderous thuds of terror already echoing in the distance. 

Those were only thoughts you could entertain alone, sunken in the decaying paradise of your bed. 

Silence prevailed again.

Dazed and lost of direction, you remained fixated on the lines of your palms. 

“The husband had a temper. You know, I thought they were so lovely at first.”

“That’s what they want you to believe. Their little golden castles sparkle in the sun and it’s only until the rain pours that you can see them for what they really are. Wet cardboard. Looks can be deceiving.” 

“They certainly can be,” you looked up at him, smiling softly. 

Even with the friction, you slowly reached up to cup his face. This time on his end, there was no fear or hesitation. Instead, just an unspoken mutual trust between two wandering souls. You looked down at his lips while your thumbs stroked the hidden lines of his scars. The gentle caresses wore down the makeup until finally they were visible again. 

The marks of a survivor – beautiful and bold.

“Wait,” he said, the word simple and yet so labyrinthine. He reared back and looked at his hands while your own moved to rest on your knees. Curled into fists, his slowly unclamped like a blooming flower. What they revealed had your heart thumping, dancing its rhythm in your throat. You felt your eyes widen and the sadness immediately leave you, as if all its colour had been drained from you. You felt like a 1930’s cartoon, so shaken to the core that all you could see was greyscale. 

“It wasn’t the only reason,” he whispered, the commanding presence absent.  

He cleared his throat and finally looked up at you, “in fact, these were my only reason.” 

“You son of a bitch,” you bit your tongue in awe at the binding pieces of metal in his hands. They twinkled in the holiday rays, beckoning, unuttering whispers of fabrication. Was the weight of those dual bands as heavy as his heart? As heavy as the solemn expression as he processed your jabbing words?

“I-I know it’s not much but–” he stuttered, and was promptly interjected. 

“Oh! No, no, no! I didn’t mean–” 

You both smiled. Yours wide and brazen, his small and seraphic. 

“My J. Always starting fights, always getting what he wants,” you took the ring from his finger and darted to your left hand, slipping it on its rightful throne, “how can I resist?”  

You kissed him mellowed and full of saccharine and he sighed, his reciprocation just as tender despite the usual dash of coarseness. 

“Mine,” he murmured, resting his forehead against yours. He fluttered his eyes shut and his breathing began to steady. 

“Mine,” you whispered. 

In all that was and all that ever could be, never would you have believed such a moment possible. Magical and idiosyncratic, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Nothing big and extravagant in front of many eyes. Just the two of you, inside what you now considered the best moment of your life. What many described as a lock and chain, a prison for the rest of one’s life, you would describe as the only thing you had ever wanted. As much as before, everything felt complete. 

Supernal.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, breathing in unison, basking in each other. All you knew was that it was all too soon when you hit the road again, starting the long journey back to Gotham. After a lot of the same scenery – trees, cars, rocks, more cars and occasional bodies of water – your eyes had become leaden. Resting became impossible to oppose and before long your eyes gave into its stinging demand. 

Somewhere within the haze of half-consciousness, a mysterious material was draped over you. It was silken on the inside, your arms softly grazing it occasionally, and linen on the outside, your chin brushing over it when passing uneven roads. Subtle ripples of cologne drifted from the fabric as you finally fell prey to sleep’s siren song. 

“Sleep well, sweetpea,” lulled a sweet voice. 

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implying that the ferris wheel's your body (and i'd really love admission to it) by homeward_bound (David/Hafu/Steve, mature rating, multi | 2.2k words)

Summary: Steve might be drunk out of his mind, but David's just really hot, okay? [or, steve propositions david, kind of. hafu and dumbdog bear witness to his lapse in judgement.]

mi casa es su casa by some_spooky_shit_right_there (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 2.9k words)

Summary: Apollo's soulmate is cautious. Except, apparently, when it comes to coffee. Because, for the fifth time this week, Apollo wakes up to a burnt tongue. It's annoying. He can't really be mad though, because he has given his soulmate so much worse. The occasional burnt tongue is a meager act of penance, comparatively.

I love you too (I love you too) by some_spooky_shit_right_there (5up/Apollo/Steve, general rating, multi | 3.9k words)

Summary: Apollo comes into 5up's coffee shop. He always gets a cup of coffee and either a bagel or a croissant. He always seems tired, and he never comes in on weekends. Steve would really love to find out just who, exactly, he is.

i'm more fool than wise by 5fu (5up/Steve, unrated, m/m | 5.8k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Steven Suptic is a brilliant crewmate - ask anyone. Okay so don't ask Janet. Or Dk. Or Koji. You know what, don't even ask - it's pretty obvious he is. But when new recruit and stunningly intelligent 5up boards the Crewfu, Steve isn't so sure he can compete. Not that he cares. Totally. Absolutely. On their mission to gather intel on Polus and find out what happened to the previous crew that disappeared from the planet three years earlier, Steve may realize that maybe he was indeed more fool than wise - and maybe it wasn't a bad thing.

i was praying that you and me might end up together by Qupid (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 7.8k words, chaptered WIP)

Summary: Four years at Polus University. Four first weeks of school. Two strangers become two friends, and maybe even something more. Apollo hates being seen, hates having attention drawn to him, hates living in a world that feels like a game where everyone knows the rules except him. Steve thrives on attention, purposefully draws the gaze of everyone in the room, making his own rules as he floats through life. They're a match made in hell, but Apollo finds that when Steve looks at him, gives him nothing but attention, he doesn't mind being seen after all.

Long Journey Home by some_spooky_shit_right_there (Apollo/Steve, teen rating, m/m | 9.6k words)

Summary: Homesick and lonesome and I'm feeling kind of blue Feeling kind of blue, boys, feeling kind of blue Homesick and lonesome and I'm feeling kind of blue I'm on my long journey home

there’s so many ways to say “i love you” and i wouldn’t wanna waste ‘em (on someone who, don’t feel it too) by Dear_MaedaysUnwelcomedGhost (5up/Steve, 5up/Hafu, 5up/Ellum, 5up/Kimi, teen rating, multi | 13k words, chaptered)

Summary: Love was a strange thing, 5up found. It was everywhere. And not in the way it may seem. It wasn’t in the adverts of perfect couples with artificial lighting. It wasn’t in the glittery cards made by factories or the flowers sold at grocery stores. Not in the TV shows made to bring in cash and be thrown out, with couples who don’t have anything to hold onto but brief infatuation and physical attraction. But in the friendly smiles of strangers as they pass by. In a mother cutting fruit up for their child. Running a hand through the hair of your partner, as their eyes flutter close and to sleep. Helping a stranger pick up their dropped papers, asking for nothing in return. In the graffiti on the wall by the alleyway you walk by everyday to get to work. To the goods baked by small independent bakeries. Flowers planted in parks to make it just a little nicer, or the ones growing out of pavement cracks with determination.

Also!

GuardianPuppy‘s this city needs to be destroyed or at least painted in a different color collection.

spaded_ace’s Casino in the Sky collection.

5fu’s among all this pain collection.

FAQ:

Wait what is this: pretty straight to the point! i’ll regularly share crewfu-related fanfictions to this blog :)

How regularly is “regularly”?: great question! LOL. it depends on the flow of fanfics that get uploaded, which i do not have any control over, but i’m looking forward to do this twice a month. after all, it’s only me doing this and i often run on a tight schedule.

What’s the format like?:

[title of fic with link] by [author of the fic with link] ([main pairing(s)], [fic rating: eg, general rating], [relationship: eg, m/m] | [word count in k], [added prompt to specify if it’s complete or not])

Summary: [summary provided by the author. if it doesn’t have a summary, a “No summary” prompt will be put instead]

(What does WIP mean again?): Work In Progress :)

Why are you doing this?: from the beginning, my blog has hosted conversations about RPF (real people fiction) and crewfu pairings. this has evolved into people sending me updates about certain fics in the crewfu tags every now and then, but i wanna take the next step and just do these things myself. after all, i’m already lurking in the tags often to see the fics that get posted. as someone who is both a writer and a reader, i wanna appreciate fanfic writers and help out other people that want to read fanfic and consume more fandom content!

Will it be AO3 only?: well, ao3 has a very helpful tag system that makes finding fics incredibly easy, as well as allowing people with no accounts to like and comment on fics, so that’s the site i will personally look in for fanworks. but if there are any fics you’ve written or liked in any other platforms, such as wattpad, you can always contact me through my inbox (send an ask or a dm!), and i’ll make sure to include for the next fanfic spotlight :)

Does it mean you won’t reply to fic asks anymore?: yeah, i guess. since i’ll be doing the searching myself it seems counterproductive. but if i ever skip a fic or again, it’s in another platform, or you’ve posted/read the fic a while ago and you want to get more traction on it, hit me up and i’ll take it into consideration!

Will you read every single one of the fics on your list?: oh no. again, i run on a tight schedule, and also i have my own taste when it comes to fics. i won’t be reviewing fics or any of the sort, and my intention extends to simply sharing these fics to this page so people will have easier access to them :) that’s where ao3 tagging becomes SUPER useful!!!

So what’s the criteria for the way you’ll sort out the fics in your list?: word count, going from lowest to highest. in case of fics in other platforms, i guess i’ll put them at the top of the list. i’ll also be looking for fairly recent fics, so let me know if you want any old-ish fic to be included.

I see you talking mostly about 5up/Steve and Steve/Apollo. Can I still send/see other crewfu fics?: why yes absolutely! my goal is to push every fic which heavily features regular crewfu characters - 5uptic and supdog just happen to be very popular pairings. so, to give you a list: core 4 (5up, hafu, dk, steve), apollo, aipha, annie, janet, kimi, ellum, koji… you know the drill. it doesn’t have to be centered on a relationship, or about 5up in specific, etc. my only requirement is that any of the previously mentioned members are a central part of the fic or are HEAVILY featured in it (sorry, minecraft fics with 50+ tags who only mention 5up as an afterthought won’t make the cut :/).

Isn’t shipping Bad™?: well, it’s a little more nuanced than that. i will go out of my way to discourage and shame people who often violate CCs’ boundaries by acting like so and so has a crush on this person, or that this and that are Actually Into Each Other or secretly dating. any sort of tinhat bullshit is a big nono (think larries). but i run on the assumption that people who write rpf understand that what they’re doing is simply write a completely fictional story using real life personalities, and understand the boundaries necessary to do it - aka they’re not tinhats, they understand they can’t assume everything about CCs’ thoughts and personalities, they understand that what they’re writing is strictly fiction, they keep these works only in fandom circles, etc. (but again, it’s only one me doing this, so please be kind if i don’t happen to know that this person is Actually a tinhat or whatever).

show fic: NO. (seriously. i don’t feel comfortable putting my ao3 account out there. please respect my privacy on these trying times <3)

I REALLY don’t care about your rpf/fic talk: fair! i’ll be tagging every single one of these posts as “fanfic spotlight”, so just mute the tag using tumblr settings so you’ll never have to look at these! likewise, you can follow the tag if you want to keep up with it, or search it on my blog to look at the other entries you might have missed.

Hey, my fic is here and I don’t feel comfortable with it being shared over here: no problem! let me know as soon as you can and i’ll take it down <3

[woozi]

Um this might be annoying but your descriptions on that mutuals as svt members was so wholesome! So I thought if you could name your mutuals and say what you like abt them? Your favorite thing about them kinda? Idk I thought it was cute but you don't have to do it if you don't want to ! 💚💚💚

i went through my following list and i think these are all of my carat mutuals/friends <3 i only included those who i'm mutuals with here on this blog, but with that in mind i hope i included the right people/and all of you! if not, i may have gotten confused with your main and sideblogs. :/ i divided this into 4 sections (because that's how i think of them in my head, lol). so, without further ado, here they are in the order of my following list (from the most recent):

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@leechaerok (mirelle) - mi!! i love how you are always striving to be positive and that this is something you share and extend to other people! you literally remind me of sunshine and i hope that only good things are coming ur way. ily!!

@ohoshi (cora) - cora my naughty (IN A PLAYFUL WAY) friend <3 cora's really fun to talk to and she keeps you on your toes. idk why i didn't follow her earlier (i didnt know i wasn't following her jsdjkdsjsdk). extremely talented!! also love the upbeat vibe.

@soonyoungs (cara) - same with cora, i've been seeing cara around but never got to interact with her until recently! i love how versatile cara is and how she always always always appreciates even the little things. 10/10 would let her visit my home again <3

@wrongnanab (aya) - i get mom/older sister friend vibes from aya and i think it suits her a lot. she’s also not afraid of reaching out and i love that sm about her!! i relate to her a lot and i love how she’s always there.

@junhaoshua (e) - something interesting always comes up every time i speak to e! i also love her initiative and how well she manages her time. she’s really passionate about the things she likes and i love how she can get people to be interested in them too!

@choibeomgyus (kale) - kale has excellent taste! i love her aes so much. <3 her work is particularly right up my alley and i just love how clean looking they are. kale’s also such a sweet friend, and she’s not shy about showing affection. i love her sm!!

@dokyom (izy) - izy’s one of the first carats i first followed when i got into caratblr and i’m so glad to have made that decision! her work always wows me and although we haven’t talked much, she’s one of the people i always look out for in here.

@seohoshi (nele) - nele, my mutual at heart. <3 the way we became mutuals is so funny and memorable to me, and i can’t say that about most people! i really like the way nele presents herself as well. she can have fun while still being collected, which i find really interesting. i think she’s someone who brings stability, but i can’t really explain why i get that from her. <3

@art-hao (carrie) - goddess on earth. so elegant. a literal virgo. i love how carrie doesn’t want to be too invested in one single thing. that being said, she’s multitalented, yet is skilled in each of the fields she’s venturing in. she also speaks what’s on her mind, and i admire that a lot. what can’t this woman do :/  

@svtreasure (kate) - kate is one of the first people i got to talk to here on caratblr! and although she’s not on here that much, i always look forward to seeing her. i feel like i have to protect her like a younger sibling <3

@uriboogyu (lee) - lee definitely has feisty younger sibling vibes which i think is so cute! like carrie and e, she’s not afraid of saying what’s on her mind. lee is also such a go-getter! the future is very bright for this one <3

@smallkore (kore) - i remember first talking to kore after she tagged all 3 of my active blogs in one post, and i thought it was kind of funny <3 kore is super talented and entertaining! i also think she’s super interesting, and i love her strange picture collection. <3

@rq-s (katrina) - katrina is also one of the first few people who i interacted with here on caratblr! she is so supportive and always has a nice word for everyone. even though she isn’t here much, i always like seeing her around <3

@boosbin (isa) - iconic. legend. will kick your ass. my beloved <3 isa is SUPER talented and she never fails to amaze me. she’s also very relatable and is super fun to talk to! idk i’m just really fond of isa lol

@dk-s (zay) - i love zay’s sense of style and her overall aesthetic! she also is really smart and gets really invested in her interests. i love her dedication and initiative!

@scoupsy (dreamy) - dreamy and i haven’t really talked much aside from interactions here and there, but she’s someone i really admire. i love how she doesn’t take anyone’s shit and knows what she wants. she’s really skilled in her areas of interest and takes pride in her excellent work. love that about her!! 

@julyprince (madison) - i was really shocked when madison followed me back because i love her work so much! i love how she is so consistent and dedicated (honestly, the constant 9 sets say it all <3). she’s intimidating at first, but she is actually so nice and likes reaching out!

@xuseokgyu (belle) - one of my treasured moots. belle is literally the seok to my soon. <3 she doesn’t know it, but i was kind of shy during my earlier days in caratblr, and she encouraged me to be myself just because she was always reaching out to me. i see belle as someone who really nurtures and is just a reliable older sister for me!

@haniehae (anna) - also one of my favorites <3 anna doesn’t really need too much words but u can always feel the love from her by her little tags here and there. she’s also super supportive and very appreciative of the little things! anna is such a cute person to have around. i lalso love how much work she puts into caratblr. also an amazing dancer oh my god???????

@jaemtens (kevin) - like dreamy, kevin and i haven’t really talked much, but i always love seeing him on the dash! one of the people i admire. it absolutely blows my mind how he has a phd (about to have one? :D) and that he’s still somehow able to make gifs (BEAUTIFULLY!) consistently. love that dedication, wish that were me!!

@tearsofsyrup (vi) - vi thinking of me and tagging me on cute stuff really just makes me feel so :’>. i love how easygoing vi is and i just feel light whenever we interact!!

@soonhoonsol (chey) - everyone’s bestie!! chey literally is the go-to person on caratblr. idk how she manages to do it but she’s always so nice to everyone and really does go out of her way to make everyone feel comfortable! chey has a special place in my heart, and my stay in caratblr wouldn’t be the same without her. <3

@iiasha (emily) - you all don’t understand how much i LOVE emily. i can’t even explain why i love her i just do. she’s also one of the first people i followed when i came on caratblr and i’m so glad to have met her here on our own personal hellsite. emily’s the perfect balance of smart, cool, and funny (this sentence sounds lame as fuck but idk how else to put it)! i appreciate how much she likes her job and that’s something i hope to also imitate! i’ve said it before but i also really love how generous she is. emily also made my stay here on caratblr very enjoyable and i always love reading her text posts <3 i think tumblr junation would nearly die without her so go thank her rn. (she also spotted me turning full dinonara without me even noticing that i am one so. <3 /mwah/)

@coupsnim (izzie) - izzie gives me calm artsy vibes.  her work is always stunning omg. queen of red lips (and i think it’s so fitting bc it suits cheol the best imo???). ALSO love how much she loves cheol!! izzie’s just a sweetheart. <3 would also support ur 0 note posts, lol.

@kyeomshine (lyns) - lyns coloring queen <3 i looove how clean and cohesive her work always is! she’s also one of the people who encouraged me to stay here on caratblr (although she doesn’t know it!!). and though we don’t see lyns as much nowadays, i still think of her as the resident dk fan <3 one of the memorable people for me.

@heartgyus (rhys) - my sister (dISGUSTANG!!). my enemy. THE mutual to have homoerotic subtext with. rhys is actually my closest friend on caratblr. she’s multitalented, almost all-knowing, and has prettie vibes. i’m not elaborating anymore from here on out because i just know she’s gonna be a little devil about it on the dms. 🙄

@hanwooz (kellie & christine) - one of my absolute favorite blogs! i think of them as one of the constants of caratblr. i absolutely love their posts sm and just enjoy when they’re around!! (and how do ur gifs always look good omg tell me ur secrets pls <3)

@7ww​ (yasmin) - one of my favorite (if not my favorite) gfx maker!! i love how you can immediately tell something is from her because of their trademark look. we haven’t talked yet, but she’s one of my favorite carats!

@mngys​ (sofi) - coolest person in the world. idk why we’re even mutuals i don’t deserve this <3 sofi always has the coolest ideas and i look up to her sm!! i’ve also seen her from the birdie community before i got into caratblr so i’ve been following her for quite some time now, but we became mutuals here!

aes carats

@vixenjun​ (kaya) - another one of my beloveds <3 i always say kaya is funnie and sexie but she really is, and those are always the first words i think of when i’m reminded of her. one of my absolute favorites. a bestie that's close to my heart. <3

@tiddie​ (deniz) - i don’t see deniz posting much about svt anymore, but deniz is one of my first carat moots (i followed aes carats first). this one really witnessed my jeonghan downfall. :/ so funny. is a great friend!!

@bwaldorf (ramasha) - A SWEETHEART!! ramasha and i don’t talk much anymore but when i think of her i only am reminded of good things. i rmb how much she supported my weird posts back then <3 also iconic aes hello???? 

@vernons (oona) - oona and i are literally just vibing here <3 i actually met her from the aes side of tumblr before i got into caratblr (like deniz) and discovered that she’s also a carat! i really like oona’s presence and i just feel like she’s someone i want to protect. <3 also makes amazing pastries. she’s also so pretty!!!!! (i really like ur hair sm i think i’ve said this before lol) a cute friend. would send u things saying ‘this reminded me of u’, and i’d get heart attacks from it jsdjdjksd

@oldbooks (fawn) - my frog friend. i think it’s so cute that fawn shares this agenda with hao <3 also unexpectedly tags you on things and leaves cute little notes/tags that makes me want to :’). sophisticated taste!! also really friendly. ily!!

@scoups (hani) - hani is so friendly and takes really good care of her friends!! i was intimidated of her at first, but learnt that she’s an absolute sweetheart. i love how she’s also giving us sm svt content when she’s around! hani’s a supportive friend that you’ll always find yourself looking for. 

@snwo (joy) - refined taste. funny text post advocate. i love joy’s vibe sm!! i first got to know her when she had a hao url and i was super intimidated of her. now she’s one of my absolute besties! aside from her impeccable taste, she’s also such a great friend. this one always has ur back. ily ms joy <3

@sataemism (sof) - sof literally the funniest person in the world!! i’m always happy to see her and she brings me so much joy. very lowkey chaotic vibe (the taemin and hoshi urls speak a lot abt this lol), and just a very fun person overall!!

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@flowerbeom (kat) - kat, like the rest of those in this category, is someone i’ve been following for a while now as i came back to tumblr because of got7. kat and i haven’t really talked much but always interact with rb/s and likes and i love that JSDJSDKJDSJ that being said kat’s tags are always so enjoyable to read. + it’s so funny as well that when we actually got to talking we didn’t realize we had a lot in common! a very generous friend. gave me a yugyeom pc even though i’m literally from another continent. 😭

@tuanzie (joanna) - content queen. i looove how joanna’s work has a trademark look to them! they’re always so gorgeous and smooth-looking. i love how joanna’s able to speak her mind and would not take shit from people. i see her as someone brave, but not too out there! also someone you can rely on to put reposters on hit lists mwah<3

@gotseventeens (belle) - my name twin <3 belle is actually one of the people/reasons why i got into svt and i’m eternally grateful to her for that!! we’ve been talking since i first became a birdie but somehow we both have 0 recollections of our conversations JSDJDKSJKSDJ tumblr wouldn’t be as fun for me if belle weren’t around ngl. i love how she seems to be mature yet you’re also up for a wild ride with her!! she’s my own personal wonu <3

@secndlife (karoline) - i’ve also been following karoline since i was a birdie, but we only became mutuals here! i love her writing so much and i enjoy seeing her lose her mind over hoshi (mood <3)

@defgyus (val) - i often associate belle with val and i think they have a lot of similarities!! val also gives me the mature yet fun vibe. i think val’s so successful and i admire her a lot!! i love her work sm and just love how she interacts with people. very warm and homey!!

more carat moots i haven't really talked to but enjoy seeing on the dash

@emailclub (emily), @kyeomblr (maddie), @joshuahong (bea), @delicatecy (deli), @mintyseoks, @syuperseventeen (nat), @haol (mali), @svtclub (hannah), @cutiejoshi (siri), @chanswu (mandy), @jeonghannie (myrena), @squishy-woozi (kris), @wonwooo (hiba), @rameniji (rain), @cafevernon (ish), @hoshluv, @minghyu (nicole), @mingyiu (katya), @yeol (tat), @dearkyeom (kristy), @seokgyus (kai), @bbaksu (akemi), @1adyluck (sushi), @shineesbag (gen)

[leewonkyeom]

"none of us have any shame or self-awareness"... i guess you have some self-awareness😀😀😀 cause you're absolutely right😭 but whatever, me and dk couldn't keep our hands of each other either, we were just stronger than y'all i guess (yes, it's a competition) cause at least we waited until we were alone😭

no bestie you're wrong. i'm not a dk apologist, cause the man can't do no wrong🙄🙄 (except not confess to me ig) and omg i did not bring that up to hear about the flowers again😭😭 but i guess he's forgiven🙄🙄 somewhat (after i chew him out in a few days)

noooo he was planning your wedding?😭😭😭 dk was sobbing like "i'm sorry, ida, i don't deserve you. you have such pretty eyelashes, they're too good for me" like man ????? just because you could only do 40 pushups😭 i literally had to challenge him to a competition after so he would feel better. like after my 10 😀 pushups, he was all like "oh, baby, you're not that strong at all. guess you need someone like me to protect you" and carried me around the rest of the party😭 (worth it)

oh my god best video ever😭😭 going to play it at your wedding🫶

lmaooo😭😭 i remember charles BEGGING me to say what you were going to dress up as and i caved😭 i'm still not sure why i ended up going as ursula but i think jeno convinced me😭 ("purple IS your color, ida") but i'm starting to think he wanted to see my downfall😭 i still slayed though, so whatever👀 like dk dressed up as aquaman i remember, cause apparently jisung had told him i was going to dress up as mera. and then jeno went as her??? idk i'm still so confused😭

oh my god the pokemon party was so good as well😭😭 i remember me and dk dressed up as jessie and james (why did i always dress up as a villain???) 😭 i loved it sm. and we convinced chan to dress up as meowth😭 and omg the halloweens !!!! we should literally meet up for halloween again sometime! like your house in london i.e.??

oh my god, i loved prom😭 besides i never wanted to be king and queen, you and hannie love the spotlight wayy more🫶 you deserve it! our proms were sooo good. i still remember everyone sneaking into the bathroom just for a few sips of alcohol😭 i also remember selling some powdered sugar mixed with fluor to the boy's soccer team😭 hope they had fun with that one🫶 we literally looked so good!! i loved going dress shopping with you!!❤️

no cause i read through it last night and😭😭 i was on the floor, how did they even come up with this😭 me and dk even tried to act out some parts, but the second hand embarrassment hit quickly😭 the comments literally made those fics though fr🙏

lmao am i doing it in public???? 😭😭 let the guy breathe😭 (i'm totally here for it) tell the boys to bring blankies and heat up the fireplace cause it might take a while🥰

y'all are still cute af though😭 but wholesome? you're literally asking me to grill him with a public audience😭

no cause he doesn't even look old enough to be a teacher? and he still reminds me sometimes like 😭😭 yeah omgg, how did you have time for all that?😭 i was so busy just with soccer and the student council (still a proud vp). i remember i had to shut wonwoo and vernon down sooo many times about joining their film club😭 like sorry i wanted to focus on school as well😔😔😔

oh, i'll definitely make up for it🥰🥰

i'll make sure to let him know😭 he's sulky now cause i said i would date ten if he didn't exist like ???? 😭😭 admit the man is fine and has a good personality... never going to let him in on my crush on xiaojun either then🙄🙄

no cause i was there right... and cheol just said "wait five minutes" and disappeard off with him so literally no one knows except cheol and he won't tell😭 ig it's fixed though, but...

oh my god, yuta is coming!! i haven't seen him in so long!! and taeyong and jungwoo as well... okay, sorry, darling, but we ARE having a soccer match during christmas. cause if jeno, yuta, taeyong and me are all there? and i suppose dk would count...

LMAO I DIDN'T ASK FOR A REPEAT😭 i've heard more about his collarbones than i have ever thought about dk's😭😭

oh my god, i'm so excited to see my boys as well!! (and you ofc🫶). literally tell nono junnie and jwi that i that i have made them all something (that is definitely edible). and for the rest of y'all i'll bring love and happiness😌

no cause👀👀 if we just happened to be there alone ? and y'all never locked the damn door to the basement? it wasn't supposed to happen, it just did😭 and ofc i remember our circle convos😭 if not somewhat at least😭 they should be kept private though fr what were we even saying😭 omg mark's brother is literally so cute, i totally get where you're coming from!! and about game nights👀👀 like there's a reason only me and wonwoo went sometimes cause ?😭 loved y'all but sometimes we could do without all the screaming. like i know i was just as bad as you and hyuck but😭😭 i wanted to play seriously SOMETIMES

"(dw the house didn't catch on fire)" does not make me feel better at all?? cause how did you even think that would calm me down😭 that was not my first thought at all, and i'm now realizing it's very possible for y'all to burn it down... and i want you to wait until me and dk arrive😭 can't wait to try those cookies and gingerbreads though!! (maybe😀) just hoping y'all clean up before we arrive😭

like the way i am extremely afraid of birds (like no. 1 fear), but i can deal with pigeons now and i think part of the reason why is dokyeom and his stupid impression😭😭😭 made me realize they're not all that scary

[simiansmoke]

@koopzilla cont.

"Gee...thanks. Guess you're such a bad influence, I'm starting to look like you now." Like garbage. Well, the collar helped anyway. Eyes still clouded with the unbearable pain he'd somehow locked away inside himself much like the crystal coconut tucked away in its tomb, DK slid his muddy gaze over to the Koopa king when he issued his water-logged complaints over the now settled ordeal.

"You don't look so great yourself, dude."

Not sure whether to be amused by this fact, or relieved they'd both made it out of the frying pan and the freezer with their lives, DK grunted and attempted to stifle a wince as a large claw claimed his waist and lifted him back into the hunted moose position on Bowser's shoulder. Guess there wasn't any time for pleasantries in the tyrant's schedule. Which meant...the coconut would soon be in the hands of someone the temple and its entire design worked against to safeguard its wish. He knew he couldn't let Bowser get that sort of power...but in his position - collared, beaten to a pulp, and being carried to the alter like a limp bride - what choice did he really have? There had to be something. Didn't help he felt....particularly odd about what had happened. Mainly drained - of both physical and mental strength.

"...was all that an act, or did ya really not care if you got one of my arms as a back-scratcher?" DK grumbled beside his ride's horn, cheek resting in a sweaty, algae-scented tuft of red fur. His arms swung uselessly in front of him, though they should function should he find the strength to lift them. Feeling himself sliding a bit along sweaty scales, he huffed and dug a foot in to keep from slipping too far.

Once the Koopa Uber had reached the top of the stairs, DK lifted his head slightly to regard the shine from the coconut. It was definitely...crystal. Was this really what Bowser put him through hell to find? Well...if the rumors were true, he suspected the other would throw him down the stairs after getting what he wanted and when all was said and done. With a sigh as Bowser beat the altar silly for a few strikes, then turned to him for an answer, DK braced himself on the large shoulder with one hand and weakly batted the air in front of him with the other. "Lean in..."

As the crystal moved closer to him, the light seemed to quiver in anticipation at the approaching royal touch, and the warm color of vanilla and early morning sunrays tickled his stomach. Oh wait, it was growling...damn... what he wouldn't give-...thoughts ripe with his newly remembered hunger. I wish I had a banana right now... He thinks, gently tapping two fingertips to the coconut's surface right after.

With a whirr and a clack, the statue released the crystal into Bowser's waiting palm. DK leaned back, eyes drooping as he waited for the tyrant to suddenly destroy the world in one sentence. The only solace he had was the banana still lying on Bowser's back from the forest fight earlier. DK was surprised the other had even missed it. It had an odd warm aura about it.

"...what're you gonna do?"

[tiptapricot]

MK liveblog thoughts, The Tomb

I wanna know what the other gods on the wall were imprisoned for

Another banger logo theme

THE BEETLE CLIMBING AT THE START N ITS A LAYLA SCENE SCARLET SCARAB MOMENT AHHGGGH

This was the first ep I watched when it came out initially bc I joined a lil after ep 3 n it still slaps

Layla handles this opening so well n it’s so claustrophobic but so well shot n acted n staged

It’s dark but still ur able to see n the way the camera stays w her n peeks out n all that AFGHHHB

“Looks like he’s dead” nah he’s just snoozing

HER COLOR HEING RED THE FLARE THE FLARE ITS SO LRETTY SHES SO AMAZING THE WAY HER FACE LOOKS IN THIS SCENE IS SO CRISP N A LITTLE TANNED THIS IS HER EPPPPPPP

Layla my love my love ur so badass

—Steven, watching her right after

Layla has a skilled desperation to her combat it’s v interesting

This ep is one of the prettiest I think w the sun lighting n just the colors in diff scenes idk

Also it’s Laylas second prettiest ep

“Our deal didn’t have you getting Layla and us killed that’s not gonna fly w me” Marc haha just wait no it’ll be funny I promise

“Well… handt he distappered from ur life already” UR SO FUNNY

Steven ily

“Yeaowrite”

The desert sky clouDSS

MK like: chuck mr isaac back in that desert again

LAYLA LOOKS SO PRETTY THIS EPISODE OK LIKE SGE DOES ITS RIDICULOUS

Steven shining the light in his face lol

“Innit” “plonker” category five British event two dead in one body

“Oh whatevah 🙄 “

“You in love? Huh you in love with my wife?”

The blood spatter n the nose hook ohhhh this ep is so eerie creepy

The lighting in front of the tomb makes both of them glow

Layla having Steven smell like Marc is such a like…. Weird but also sad moment of like… having to separate the two n her having a hard time n then Steven makes it v obvious by telling her ab Khonshu

BEING HINESTY BEING HONESTY IM HONNA YELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

KISSING SMOICHING KISSING N SMOOCHING YEAHHHH BABY YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAHHHHH YEAH YEAH KISS HER KISS KISS KISS SMOOCH KISS SMOOCH LAYLA UR SO PRETTY STEVEN ILY THE MUSIC IS SO NICE

“What’s belay?”

Laylas laugh is so cute

GET HIT EAT SHIT

“R u okay?? 😟” “yeah I’m aces”

THIS IS SUCH A STEVENLAYLA EP IT MAKES ME WANNA SHOOT MYSELF INTO SPACE

“Id be frilled, id shit maself but id be frilled”

The tongue clicking…

When u drop trauma n ur like haha no biggie “yeah dads dying happen haha nah it’s fine I’m good lol” n then Steven is so SWEET

Also the score

Again

“Not such a bad way to go, is it? Let’s fine out ;-)” “yeah… let’s find out” you sure do Steven

“It’s a maze” “it’s a maze ing��

Steven’s 3D layout skills r so much better than mine

Tho also I still dk how the maze scene works how is the eye of horus connected what part r they standing in

The only part that rlly bothers me ab this ep

The blue ish green lighting here is so good n Layla looks so like: that’s my guy :-)

“The tounggggggue”

“Oh my god. Oh god. Is that fresh blood? And those little meaty bits?” He sounds so cute but also so grossed out

Meaty trail w meaty bite hehOO

Laylas like “baby c’mon we gotta keep moving I get ur uncomfy but u gotta work w me”

Grossness Overwhelmed by Special Interest. Category 5 autism moment someone dead in a couple scenes but not yet

The heka priest is so fucking GROOOOOOOSSSS N CREEEPYYYYYY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

If I had a nickel for shows I loved that involved on screen mummification id have two etc etc (shout out to miss fisher)

I hate the gloop sounds

Layla again is never not afraid I can see she’s scared but she always keeps moving n it keeps u on the edge of ur seat bc u feel like you’d b the same

“I squished it… I squished it” ILY STEVENNNNN

Ppl talk ab ppl looking good when they’re disheveled n sweaty n layla el faouly deserves to b in that this woman is perspiring n her hair is messy n she has never looked better

This ep is

So fucking

SCARY

The hand coming out of the dark the crumbling rock knowing there’s stuff in the crevices like spiders

Layla using the red flares as weapons, red being her color, scarlet

HER SCREAM AFTER FIGHTING THE HEKA PRIEST MAY CALAMAWY THE ACTRESS YOU AAAARE AGGHGGGHEIEJJRJDJDKKDJFNBFHDIDIDJHDJDJDJNDBDHDJKDJEIURJR

Fear of being chased by a zombie thing and for ur crush outdone by autism, one zombie dead, feelings injured.

Marc’s voice is so soft when he talks ab the like “so you kissed her” thing

Steven’s autistic joy in this scene I know I’ve talked ab it already but finding Alexander’s tomb is just

I LOVE HIM

Layla already being emotionally high strung from the fight n harrow just reeling her in

N the way Layla just looks tired n angry n pale n washed out n just… baby I wanna hug you

HAHA NVM STEVEN IS EXCITED AGAIN IM :-)

Steven lip bite moment that man likes to bite skin (in a stim way)

“Oh so sorry, sorry mr great” *throat grossed out sounds*

I love him

“Ah ew >:-(“

Laylas eye bags my beloved

The way she realized harrow is rlly getting to her as he describes the scarf n her face breaks n she tries to hide it GodDD

N then there’s the hint of tears n snot n just just just just JUST

N then she breaks when she turns the corner like going to ur room to cry

“Layla! Look! We won! HahAA!! And the ushabti goes to.. us :-)”

“Youarright luv :-(?”

The confrontation n Marc like like

He’s forced to b vulnerable in front of her n his breath shakess n it’s almost like he’s accepting that he was there all over again

He looks so broken dude FUCK

FUCK

Man y’all rmr the week everyone was like “Jake killed her dad” I hated that

Layla baby baby I’m so sorry

“But I didn’t die that night and… I should’ve”

“Oh my god… that’s the reason that we met” MAY CALAMAWY THE ACTRESS Y—

“I’ll hold them off,” famous last words lol

“COME ON” he pushes the anger out n then when he confronts harrow again there’s that bit of fear again n the axe lowers n he’s still feeling the trial

The lighting is lovely here too truly this ep is amazing w that

The GOLDEN VIBES

THE SPEED OF THE SHOT THE IMMEDIATE SILENCE THE CUT TO LAYLAS FACE IM EATING WOOD IM IM IM IM

AND THE SHOT OF THEM FALLING IM IM IM IM

THE SINKING INTO THE WATER INTO SINKING INTO THE VOID W THE MUSIC THIS SCENE MAKES ME FUCKINH UNHINGED OK IT IT LIKE IT OK UM IT LIKE AHHHGGGGHHHGGHHHGGHH N THN HE FALLS INOT LIGHT INTO THE MOON INTO THE FLASHLIGHT INTO TOMB BUSTER

The way the fucking BLACK GUTTERS CHANGE TO BOX TV SIZZE

AFGHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYFFGHH

N then it pulls back n the old gutters push back in n it’s it’s ahhhh

N then we’re Marc’s pov w the camera being pushed away from the TV n turned around n pushed past the patients n the guy pushing the cart w the cupcakes is Bec n n then we stop by the window n see we’re Marc as he turns to it

MaNNNN

The red scarab on Laylas bandage n we won to I won w how he views her moving away from him

THE WAY HE CALLS FOR STEVEN IMMEDIATELY IM NEVER GONNA B OK IM NOT IM NOT IM NOT AHHGGGGJJJHGGH

The musiCCCCX AFGHHHGHH THE BREATHING

The asmr is nice tho the soft talking n the closeness of the voices

Love the tomb buster cover

Dr harrow I hate you

But also I do like listening to u talk

Love all the details in the office n how it’s the place they were barricaded in w the jackal

Shout out to that fly

THE WAY MARCS WORLD CLEARS N HE CAN FOCUS WHEN HES REMINDED OF STEVEN WHEN PPL U CARE AB GROUND YOU N LET YOU KEEP HOLD OF YOURSELF AGGGHHHVHHHHHHHHJ

The score does an amazing job of building in the background

God this scene is hard to watch in a well done way but god watching Marc crawl to the door is

Yeah

Marc is still scared of harrow n he is what his brain latched into for being not believed and being gaslit bc that’s who he was irl

The way the lights swing bc they’re on a boat YESSS

I always think of Steven’s sarcophagus as blue but then it’s white

“Steven?” “Marc?” “Steven!” Marc!”

THE HUGGFFFFFFF TEAHHHH YEHA YEAH YEAHBEHSJSJKEN YEAH WAHOOOOOO TEAH WYEGHAHOK

Marc Spector I love you I love you

LET HIM OUT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS LET HIM OUT OF THE BOX LET HIM OUT HES THERE LET HIM OUT

Steven’s lil point YEAH HES THERE LET HIM OUT LET HIM TF OUT

hi ;-)

AHHGGGHJJJUYYIOUGFG

Man

MAN

I love them I love them I love them

I love that the ending credits always have a setting shot n it changes w each ep from London to Cairo to London and Cairo reflected ahhhh n it’s water at the start of this one

My dad pointed out the shot in the credits of dunes that resemble Khonshu’s head n I hadn’t noticed that before that fucks