#struggling to remember anything with my fish brain

[greybackpack]

trying to write accurately with a goldfish's memory is like taking a stab at something with full visibility but missing completely anyways

By this I mean I've replayed the Battle of the Alight final quest like five times trying to figure out where everything is. I've noticed a lot of cool things but mostly I am thankful in being vague in describing Meridian because HOOOO BOY I DID NOT REMEMBER IT CORRECTLY AT ALL. And I'm just saying that the shells shot from Hades' horde got to the middle of the city and went through a bunch of apartments until it got to where Lis was sleeping (upstairs) even though it probably didn't.

Things I've noticed, running around Meridian that has blown my mind:

those cool spinning lanterns/lights things that reflect the light source. I want to know if Meridian has running electricity or if those little capsule things are switched out every so often.

There's like... wells? Everywhere. How deep are those???

Also, plants, everywhere, which is nice.

The details on the walls are so intricate!!! Gorgeous.

The metal roofs are so pretty, no wonder they're called the city of the sun... but like, can you cook on those>

The gates are so pretty... but what are they made of?

Pressing questions I need an official answer for:

DO THEY HAVE INDOOR PLUMBING

How do they insulate the buildings? How do they deal with the metal roofs?

WHERE DOES THE WATER FROM THE WATERFALLS COME FROM

Where does the king sleep???

DID GAIA MANAGE TO BRING BACK CATS AND DOGS BEFORE SHE WENT BOOM???

I want to know what Aloy would think if she saw a moose.

[starzshopoflove]

Simon "ghost" Riley x Reader

Notes: fem reader! i hc ghost doesn't wear a mask when he's off duty, this is just whatever rot my mouse brain creates, age gap but not to crazy, sfw mostly ,size kink if you squint, literally just me projecting onto reader sorry

no thoughts just ghost meeting cute little civvie reader in a shop when he's just trying to get his shopping done after coming back from a mission just wanting to fill his fridge with enough beer and groceries that vaguely resemble food

Simon watching you struggle to reach the flour from a set high shelf in the aisle, grumbling to yourself about "who fucking needs flour anyway" still trying to reach it and he just pluck it off the shelf and drops it in your cart before making his way to another aisle and your just left looking stupid watching this giant trudge away with a little blue tesco basket in tow

Simon who notices you at the same book shop he frequents, but your perched behind the counter doing god knows what ( vaguely resembles inventory but hey do what you will) calculator in hand as he peeks from behind a bookshelf trying to remember where he's seen you before.

Civvie reader who passes her days working quietly in a book shop and living in a simple one room flat indulging her romantic needs in fiction too nervous to actually talk to men, fictional ones satisfying her needs better. That is until you see some books on the counter sliding over to scan them.

"Your total's 23.55" you mumble looking at the screen "Cash or Card?" you add before lifting your head to meet the brick wall of a muscle man. Oh OH, no thoughts as you just stare at his pecs in your line of sight thanking whatever god you believe in for the sight before you, better then anything your little brain could muster up even with the detailed descriptions authors would spit out onto the pages you read

You violently peel your eyes away from the most beautiful pair of man tits you've ever seen to see what man was the owner, and by god do you wish you werent so bad around men. I mean the wind practically got knocked out of your lungs as you let out a barely audible squeak watching this man fish in his pockets for his wallet

Messy blonde hair that was in that weird phase of curly but not really, a nose that looks like its seen a good fight, deep set brown eyes, and a few healed scars settled on the skin. Aged but like wine, a really really fine wine

"Right, cash" His hands fiddling through the wallet to pull out the bank notes, while you prayed you didnt look like a hunger dog staring at his hands as they placed the cash on the counter.

Simon who watches the little bookshop employee look like she just got punched in the gut and was trying not groan as she quickly rang him up, Do i smell? he thinks to himself

Simon who watches your smaller hands shuffle the cash into the register, noting how they're free of calluses, nailed neat and slightly grown, soft.

Simon who leaves the bookstore thinking of a excuse to go again tomorrow, not to see the bookshop girl or anything, he has his reasons!! he just hasn't thought of it yet!!

You start looking up from your notes for your class when the shop bell jingles hoping to see the mystery man whos built exactly like your favorite webcomic character but with the gruff and mature aura of that mc from the game your friend made you play that you cant quite remember. Only disappointed when its just another customer , until later in the day the man returns again.

But its much later in the day and you've switched on the shops warm lights, turning off the ac letting the place warm up as you hear the door jingle again, mystery man making his way to the counter your eyes following his every step, meaty thighs

You who perks up when his forearms settle at the counter suddenly eyes locking onto yours and suddenly very glad you tidied up a bit today, tinted chapstick, perfume, cleaner turtle neck, lashes, lipgloss, earrings ahm

"Tesco" he grumbles out unmoving

"what" well thats not what you were expecting to hear

"You were the girl , couldnt reach the flour yeah?" oh that was him

"Oh, that was you? thank you?" oh what the fuck were you supposed to say?? oh thank you freakishly tall man who watched me struggle?? let me take your whole cock in my mouth while you call me a good pet feeding your meaty length down my throat??

"Yeah" Simon didnt think to much on what to do now, gaze getting awkward now that hes got his confirmation

"Did you need anything" you finally broke the silence, god its fuckin tense in here and hes so close, you wanna just get a sniff but thats hardly workplace behavior doesn't matter if its your dads shop or not.

"Mhm, ye got any cook books?"

"yeah, section 12, shelf 9" whos he cooking for? his wife? i dont see a ring? maybe a long time girlfriend?? who wouldnt snatch up this actual beefcake

"Thanks, tryna cook something new for myself. Flats been quiet" He mumbled like speaking too much would give him a headache

SImon purchased his books same stare at the girls hand like last time as she took his money. God do something you look like a creep staring at this poor girls hands.

"Got a notepad luv?" again that same punched face returned, is she alright? he thought to himself

Oh he just called me luv oh fuck dont wheeze dont wheeze just hand him the pen and paper like a good employee, come on. Oh god dont stare at his arms, are those tattoos oh my god

Sliding back the notepad simon made pace of grabbing his cook book a slipping out the shop just as quick as he went in

You who looked at the notepad almost slipping back out of your chair

"Simon 44 xxx xxx xxx"

Children were singing, the angels sang their songs, the trees regrew in that parking lot down the street, healthcare in america was just made free, and you just got the phone number of a man built like a double door fridge that you have every intention of climbing

[techramonic]

What is Pain? : How Austin Eubanks Dealt with Addiction and the Aftermath of Columbine.

Austin and Corey

Stephen Austin Eubanks was a junior and a star student in Columbine High School. Corey Tyler DePooter, his best friend, was also a particularly gifted student who prioritized his studies over anything else. Despite having a wide range of interests, the two kids particularly bonded over their shared passion for fishing.

At the age of 17, Corey had gotten a job doing maintenance at a golf club in order to earn money for a fishing boat that he planned to buy with a friend — likely Austin. The two often used to go fishing together and would talk about the struggles they had as teenagers.

Day of the Tragedy

On April 20th of 1999, the two were inside the library getting ready to get lunch with their friends, Jennifer Doyle and Peter Ball. That was until they had heard shots fired from the outside, not recognizing the sounds and believing that it was only the sounds of construction. Then they heard a bomb go off, a teacher rushing in to scream for the students to hide underneath the table because two students were armed with guns.

In a state of shock and fear, the four duck under the same table near the windows. With 10 minutes passing, the shooters had already entered the library and methodically fired under each table as recalled by him. His best friend, Corey, was one of those who were shot after being aimed with a semi-automatic rifle and shot at the neck, chest, and left arm by Dylan Klebold.

The bullet that hit Austin's hand first passed through his best friend, killing him instantly. With his best friend lying lifelessly beside him and being wounded on his hand and knee, Austin had no other choice than to try to play dead while laying in a pool of blood. When the shooting had stopped, Austin ran through the smoke and out of the backdoor of the library. He was only 17 when the shooting occured.

In Austin's TedTalk “What Columbine Shooting taught me about pain and addiction”, he recalls:

"I remember how I felt: I was confused, I was afraid, I felt sick and I was vulnerable. And just minutes later, I was playing dead underneath a table next to a pool of blood. I had just been shot and I witnessed my best friend murdered right in front of me as we were huddled together waiting for help to come."

Pain, Grief, and Narcotics

During the time he fled from the crime scene, Austin marked that as one of the most impacting and damaging experiences he has ever experienced in regards to the feeling of pain. His definition of pain was nothing similar to what he describes in his present days.

Pain, in a medical sense, is the variably unpleasant sensation of physiological systems mediated by specific nerve fibers of the brain that are conscious of receiving signals of awareness. According to Austin's TedTalk, the American Pain Society introduced the term "pain is the fifth vital sign" in 1996. This means that when you enter the room, your status is assessed using five different data points: blood pressure, pulse rate, temperature, respiration rate, and pain.

Due to a movement that was certain that we were undertreating pain, patient satisfaction surveys were implemented in order to monitor the campaign's success. To him, in order to uphold this new momentum and cause the patient's pain levels to cease completely, the ethical dilemma instantly arose:

“Do I issue this person with narcotics to make them happy or deny them and potentially hurt my compensation, the revenue of the hospital? Or at worse, open myself up for a grievance for undertreating pain that could potentially result in the loss of my job?”

Austin says that the healthcare system predominantly treats physiological systems and would rather not assess emotional pain into the equation. He akins the emotional pain of dealing with trauma being identical or if not more than when dealing with physical pain. With that, within months after the incident, Austin was prescribed opiate medication for his injuries.

In an exclusive interview with The Fix, he said that his injuries were not to the point of needing an opiate pain medication but was immediately given a 30-day supply and became addicted within three months. From then on, he said, “I used substances every day, day in and day out.”

After the shooting, his parents took him to a therapist who said Austin was too shut down to process his horrific trauma. But the reason no one could reach him was because he was overmedicated. He was addicted to painkillers, and used medication because of his unwillingness to engage in the stages of grief that he dreaded to face. He was haunted by the past. Struggling with survivor's guilt and the death of his best friend, he would rather ignore the intense burdening feelings he bore. According to him,

“Acute Physical Pain ends relatively quickly, complex emotional pain does not.”

The morphine Eubanks received at the hospital that day proved to be the opening dose of a costly addiction to prescription painkillers - one that revolved around commonly prescribed drug Oxycontin, he said.

“I learned to manipulate doctors … I could literally get whatever I wanted. Telling them I’d been shot at Columbine and lost my best friend was like [getting] an open prescription book from any doctor.”

He could not process the grief, moreso, he didn't want to. He didn't want to be haunted by the memories that scarred him. In his own words, he would describe the physical ailments he felt to be a 4 or 5, but the emotional turmoil was a 10.

Austin never set foot back to Columbine. His parents hired a tutor and he then went on to graduate in 2000. He attended the Columbine ceremonies but never went back inside the school. He then went into advertising and married in his early 20s. Around this time his substance abuse escalated, and his first attempt to get sober was in 2006. He went into a 30-day inpatient program but failed within hours of leaving, for  relapsing using pain pills and Adderall. 

Addiction and Sobriety 

He failed both outpatient and rehab twice and it wasn't until 10 years later, in 2009 that he was able to overcome this addiction. Right before Columbine, young Austin had been misdiagnosed with ADD. 

“I didn’t have ADD,” said Eubanks. “I just liked being outdoors and playing golf better than being in school. At that time, if anybody was truant at school they said, ‘Oh, they must be ADD. Let’s put them on a stimulant.’ That was why I got Adderall. I liked it because I could abuse opiate pain medication to the level that most people would be nodding out. With Adderall, I could function. Basically, I was doing oral speedballs. It was like using methamphetamine and heroin.”

His second try at being sober was in 2008. Gaining the motivation to change after recently separating from his wife, he went to treatment, stayed 90 days, and achieved eight months of sobriety. Then, he akinned addiction to a causal sequence, a domino effect. According to him, he achieved abstinence for a period of time, built up enough false confidence to where he thought he could drink, because alcohol was never a problem. From alcohol, he went to weed, then Xanax, then Oxycontin, and then back into the same routine.

In 2011, approaching the age of 30 and estranged from his wife and kids, he hit rock bottom: "My sobriety date is April 2, 2011. I woke up in a jail cell and had no clue how I got there." His downward spiral began with Oxycontin and alcohol abuse, leading to arrests for various offenses like car theft and fraud. Realizing that he needed a drastic change, he recounted that his lowest moment was waking up in withdrawal, hungover, and facing the ruins of his marriage and being estranged from his children. He knew he had to stop or he would die. After unsuccessful attempts at sobriety, he finally sought help, surrendered to treatment, and was now willing to follow any guidance to rebuild his life.

His journey to lasting sobriety didn't hinge on traditional 12-step programs, but rather on understanding behavioral triggers and brain function through a therapeutic community approach. He was five years sober and started working at The Foundry in Colorado, becoming the COO and handling approaches that combined neuroscience with 12-step principles, recognizing that each person's path to recovery is unique. Using comprehensive approaches aiming to rebuild the lives of those in recovery.

During this time, he would also indulge in old activities in remembrance of his bestfriend.

“It’s something I do to connect with Corey. It's always nice whenever I catch a fish that's above the normal or something special about it. I always tend to look up and give a nod to him. And I know he’s still looking out for me."

Sadly, despite his long battle against drug addiction, in 2019, Austin had passed away in his home in Colorado after an accidental heroin overdose. Just a month after the 20th anniversary of Columbine, Austin was 37 at the time.

What is Pain?

Pain, to Austin, encompassed many things: the confusion and vulnerability of not knowing what to do in such a time of terror, the physical wounds that the doctors tried to medicate to bring the pain meter to zero, and most importantly, the emotional hurt of knowing your best friend was gone, taken right in front of you. Knowing that very moment can never be undone.

His advice for survivors dealing with the same guilt is to feel it. Don't run away from it. Survivors often find other things that allow them to detach from the pain, but to him, that's the wrong choice.

“You can heal physical pain while you’re medicating it. You cannot heal emotional pain while you are medicating it, In order to heal emotional pain, you have to feel it ... You want to feel better immediately, [but] you have to have the courage to sit in and feel it, and if you can do that long enough, you will come out on the other side.”

Along with post-traumatic stress, there is also the potential for post-traumatic growth.

“That doesn’t imply you will ever be the same person again. After a trauma, you will be changed forever.”

[weareapackofstrays]

A New Kind of Love: Chapter II

Genre: Non-Idol college au, slight enemies to lovers (more like they annoy e/o at the start), friends with benefits, smut, angst, romance, drama

Pairing: Minho x F!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Cigarette Smoking, Mention of Weed, Nonconsensual touching, Cussing, Spanking, Rough Sex, Physical Violence (Minho punches a guy), Degradation, Reader is a bit of a brat. Let me know if I forgot anything! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Word Count: 2,979

Summary: You didn't grow up with great examples of love. Your parents were always at each other's throats. As a result, you have struggled with expressing your true feelings and can come off cold or defensive. After your boyfriend of 2 years cheats on you during freshman year with your childhood best friend, you decide to swear off love for good. Now in your second year of college, you move into the basement apartment of a house full of college boys. Inevitably crossing paths with one of them, Minho quickly gets under your skin in more ways than one. Despite your differences, you can't stay away from him.

A/N: I struggled a little with this chapter compared to the others I finished. Sorry if it's not great. Also, to spare my anxiety, I’m going to refrain from creating deadlines since this story has expanded from what it was originally meant to be (a one shot lol). I will have part three out as soon as I can. Again, any feedback/thoughts are welcome!

Chapter II: Keep Your Voice Down Prev | Next

A ringtone jolts you awake. Blearily, you look around your bedroom for the source. Stumbling, you reach for the discarded purse on the floor and fish out your mobile. Squinting at the bright light, you see the name Baddest Bitch 🎀 flash across the screen. You slide to answer.

“Hello,” your voice sounds rough. 

“Bitch, did you really just ditch me last night?” Your best friend, Yuqi, shouts through the phone. You move it a few inches from your face before speaking.

“What are you talking about?”

“I went to find you and you were gone.”

You take a moment to recall the party, the memories slowly coming back. “Wait, didn’t you ditch me last night for some guy?”

“I mean, yeah, but-” you cut her off.

“Look I am super hung over right now and desperately need a shower. Can you save your scolding for later?”

“Sure, I’m going to head to the diner. Meet you there?” You look at your phone to see the time. 

“I can be there in like, 30 minutes?”

“See you!”

“Bye.” You hang up the phone and very slowly make your way to the shower. 

The warm water feels like heaven cleansing away all sins from last night. While washing your hair, you suddenly remember meeting your neighbor, Minho. You struggle to remember the conversation. Was I that wasted? You can only recall that he was a bit of a dick. Shaking your head, you erase him from your mind.

Dressed comfortably in jeans and a black turtleneck, you grab your long coat and keys before heading out the door. You pause to take out your sunglasses as the sun hits. As you round the corner, Minho spots you from the porch and greets you.

“Good morning!” You jump out of your skin, nearly dropping your phone. You look up to see Minho leaning over the railing smiling at you.

“How’d you sleep, princess?” Minho’s cheeriness makes your brain hurt.

“Can you keep it down? It’s like 10 in the morning. Chill.” The sun shines right into Minho’s chocolatey eyes and you can see every variation of brown in his irises. They’re stunning. 

“Not feeling so well, huh?” You’re completely flabbergasted by his presence.

“How long have you been waiting there for me?”

Minho doesn’t expect you to ask. “Not…long.” He looks down at his hands and picks at some invisible dirt under his nails. Jisung appears behind him and slaps Minho on the back. He falls forward with an oomph from the force.

“Hey Hyung!” Jisung looks over Minho’s shoulder and sees you.

“Oh! Morning, Y/n!” His gummy smile on full display. 

“Is your whole household on uppers or something?” Placing your sunglasses on top of your head, you look around questioning if this is the twilight zone. Jisung takes in your appearance and notices how tired you look.

“Rough night?” he asks with a wince.

“Something like that,” you give Minho a pointed look. 

“Where you headed?” Minho asks.

“Coffee. Meeting a friend.”

Jisung slaps Minho on the back again. “Well, that is perfect!” Minho stands up straight and looks at Jisung angrily. The younger boy ignores him and continues, “We were just about to head that way. Want some company?” 

“Oh, um-,” the boys don’t give you a chance to answer, instead joining you on the sidewalk. Jisung loops his arm into yours.

“가자”

“What?”

“He means let’s go,” Minho answers for Jisung. 

“Okay, then, Ka-cha, I guess,” you try to repeat back. Minho and Jisung smile at your attempt.

You arrive at the diner and see Yuqi in your usual booth. She spots you and waves. Pulling you into a hug, she notices two guys standing awkwardly behind you and releases you.

“Uh, did you adopt some strays on the way here?” Jisung takes in the sight of your best friend and stares at her with big heart eyes, his mouth slightly agape. You notice Jisung’s expression and giggle.

“Jisung, Minho, this is Yuqi. Yuqi, Jisung, Minho.” You gesture to each person to make introductions. Minho leans in to shake Yuqi’s hand, but Jisung jumps in front of him, taking hold of her instead.

“Hi, I’m Jisung,” he practically shouts.

Yuqi flashes both boys a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.” She points for the two of them to sit down. Jisung eagerly takes the spot next to Yuqi leaving you and Minho on the other side of the booth.

“So how do you three know each other?” Yuqi asks.

“They live above me.”

“Do they now?” Yuqi gives you a flirty look that you refuse to entertain. 

After placing your orders, conversation flows easily between the four of you. 

“And what about you two? How do you know each other?” Yuqi motions between Jisung and Minho.

Jisung smiles and says, “We met in high school. He punched a guy who was bullying me. He’s basically my soulmate, isn’t that right 자기?”

“Shut up, Ji.” Minho laughs.

You look at Minho, “Ja-gi?”

“It means something like darling.”

“I see.”

“He’s just joking though,” Minho shrugs unconvincingly. 

“What are you talking about, 자기? Don’t lie to them!” Jisung pouts, making Yuqi laugh. 

He’s not one to go out of his way to connect with people, but he’d practically been taken hostage by Jisung and Felix. Whether it was Stockholm Syndrome or the balls of sunshine finally wearing him down, they eventually became his closest friends. Through Jisung he met Chris and Changbin. As a dance major he met Hyunjin who eventually introduced him to Jeongin and Seungmin. Minho grew up often feeling alone. His gruff personality could rub people the wrong way, but for whatever reason, his seven friends held onto him making him feel a part of something. A family.

Minho changes the subject and turns to speak to you, leaving Yuqi and Jisung to chat alone.

“Feeling any better?”

“Yeah, actually. A lot better.”

“Good.” He fiddles with his coffee cup as a comfortable silence falls over the two of you. You both smile watching your friends across the table flirt.

“Those two seem to be getting along.” Minho says quietly as he takes a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, they’re pretty cute.” Right on cue, your friends laugh at something amusing on Jisung’s phone. 

“You two close?” You look away from your friend to Minho.

“We are. I guess you could say she’s my Jagi.” Minho smiles at that.

“Was she at the same party as you last night?”

You lean back into the booth and nod, “She was.”

“She seems to be in better shape than you were this morning.”

“Yuqi doesn’t drink.” 

Minho nods. “So that makes you the drinker?”

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, I’m kidding,” he says quickly to diffuse you.

“Is this fun for you?” Too late. 

“What?”

“Getting under my skin.” 

“Don’t make it so easy then.” He says teasingly, but you don’t take the joke.

“Dude, I just met you like yesterday.” 

“Why are you getting so mad? I was just joking. Relax.”

“Relax?”

He throws his hands in the air, defeated. “Why do you make it impossible to get to know you?”

You scoff and stand up. “Yuqi, we’re leaving.”

Yuqi looks away from Jisung, the two of them completely oblivious to your disagreement with Minho. 

“Right now?”

Minho leans back into the booth and crosses his arms. 

“Yes, come on.” You stand up from the booth and reach out for your friend’s hand. 

She looks at Jisung before reluctantly taking your hand. “Okay.” She waves goodbye to Jisung. You give him a wave as well, but ignore Minho who looks away from you. 

Jisung stands up and shouts, “I-I’ll see you around!” The door chimes as you both exit. 

“Hyung, I think I’m in love.”

Minho sighs. “You just met her.”

“Did I? Or have our souls been searching for each other across centuries and have finally reunited?” Minho just groans as he picks up his coffee cup. Jisung clutches his chest looking at the glass door before turning to Minho.

“You seem to have taken a liking to, Y/n.” 

Minho snorts into his coffee. “Absolutely not.”

Jisung just shakes his head. “And yet you waited on the porch for fifteen minutes until she finally left her apartment.”

“I-well, that was-” Minho stumbles over his words.

“Uh huh.” He throws the elder a satisfied smirk. Jisung could always see through Minho.

-

While walking back from class the next day you look up to see Minho’s window slightly ajar. A cloud of smoke forcing its way through the crack. Before you can stop yourself, you find your body standing at the threshold knocking on the front door. The door flies open and you're greeted by a beautiful blonde boy with freckles painted across his face. 

“Hello!” the beautiful blonde boy speaks, but it takes a moment for his words to register.

“Uh, hi!” You finally shout out. “I’m your neighbor from downstairs.”

Recognition flashes in his eyes. “Y/n! I’m Felix. I’ve heard so much about you!” he says as he pulls you into a hug.

“You have?” Your voice muffled as you speak into his chest. He releases you and holds you by your shoulders to look you over.

“Wow, you’re beautiful.” You feel your cheeks warm at the compliment.

“Oh, thank you. You are too.” He smiles and invites you in.

“So, Y/n, to what do we owe the pleasure?” You look over and notice he’s in the middle of a video game.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Felix follows your gaze to his paused game.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t really…winning.” He grumbles as he scratches the back of his head.

“Well, I was just looking for-” As if summoned by your subconscious, Minho makes his way downstairs before you can even get his name out.

“Y/n?” You turn to see Minho at the base of the stairs. He’s shirtless wearing only gym shorts. His briefs peeking through. You force yourself to not look at his chest or lower and maintain eye contact. 

“Minho, hey…”

Felix watches the exchange, amused. “You came here for Minho, hyung?” People don’t usually make house calls for his grumpy resident cat. 

“Yeah.” You continue staring at Minho.

“What are you doing here?” He looks at Felix. The two exchange a silent word and Felix nods.

“I am going to check and see if my brownies are done.” He gently squeezes your arm to get your attention. “You’re welcome to one, if you would like.” You smile at him. Felix disappears into the kitchen leaving the two of you alone in the entrance of the house.

Minho closes the gap between you since you seem planted in your spot. He tilts his head. “Well?” He’s standing directly in front of you now. Before you can answer you notice a scar just below his ribs. Without thinking you trace the line with your finger. Minho’s stomach tightens beneath your touch and he lets out a strained breath.

“What happened?”

“It’s from when I was a baby. I had to have a procedure done.” You look up at him concerned, your finger still lightly touching the end of the scar.

“Are you okay now?” 

He affectionately laughs at your question. “Yeah, I’m okay.” Minho moves your hand away before the electrical current from your touch reaches any further south. He doesn’t let go of your hand though and instead stares at where your fingers are intertwined. The atmosphere shifts.

“Hey, hyung, can you help me with-” Jisung suddenly walks in, breaking the tension. “Y/n, hi!” You look at Jisung and shake your head ending the spell. 

“Sorry, I have to go!” You push past Minho after giving Jisung a wave and head to leave. 

Felix calls out to you from the kitchen, “Y/n, your brownie!”

“Next time!” You rush out and close the door behind you.

Jisung looks at Minho blinking. “What was that about?”

“I have no idea,” he says in disbelief. He walks over to the window and watches as you hurriedly walk down the street and out of view.

-

Minho sits at a table studying when he spots you entering the library. It had been a few days since he last saw you. Your touch now seared on his scar. He felt you every time he closed his eyes and despite himself, he craved your nearness. As if possessed, he abandons his books and follows you into the maze of the stacks. 

It takes some time to find you, but when he does you’re at the end of an aisle at the very back of the library. He can feel his heart beat into his ears. Sensing a presence, you look up from your book and are surprised to meet Minho’s eyes. He stands at the opposite end of the aisle waiting for a signal. You place your book down and face him. Minho takes a tentative step in your direction, then another. You take one too until you're both rushing to close the gap. It probably doesn’t make sense to an outsider, but the two of you were drawn to each other like magnets. Maybe it didn’t make sense to you either. Did you even like Minho? Did it matter? It didn’t, not as he crashed his lips against yours and pushed you into the bookshelf. Electricity crackling between the two of you.

Minho grips the shelf behind him to steady himself. Your hands immediately begin exploring his body. You could feel every outline of his muscles beneath your palms and his skin ignites from your touch. He pushes his hard length into your center as he kisses down your neck. Minho starts sucking and you know it's going to leave a mark. You don’t care. What you didn’t expect was for him to bite you. The pain sends pleasure through your middle and a cry escapes your mouth. This elicits a growl from Minho as his hands begin to hurriedly pull up your jean skirt. You feel his Adam's apple bob as you lick up and down the length of his throat. You then graze your teeth along his jawline. It was your turn to leave marks. Your skirt now up to your hips, Minho completely exposes you to him. You lift your head and look around. 

“What if someone sees?”

“Just look at me.” And you do. Everything around you, the books, the shelves disappear. It’s just the two of you alone. He can feel your arousal as he cups your sex.

“So wet for me, princess. And here I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I don’t.” 

He raises an eyebrow and smirks.

You smack his chest. "Shut up.” He lets out a husky laugh as he places his lips on your shoulder. 

“Bite me again and I’ll kick your nuts.”

“Noted.” You felt him smile against your skin. Minho pushes your panties aside and slides two fingers in without hesitation. You let out a breath not realizing you had been holding one in. 

“Fuck.” You clench around his fingers as you take him in.

“You’re so warm,” he moans. He starts pushing in and out of you as your wetness quickly coats his hand. 

“Kiss me.” He brings his lips to yours and you bite at him needily.

“But I can’t bite you?”

“I swear to god if you ruin this right now with that mouth of yours…”

Minho removes his fingers from you and drops to his knees. “What? This mouth?” 

“Minho, what are-” before you could protest, he licks up your wet folds making you shiver. The tip of his tongue pushes at your clit.

“Yes, more!” Minho slowly circles around before sucking harshly. “Ooh, baby. Like that,” you purr. That nearly sends him over his edge. He palms his bulge with his free hand to adjust himself before he slides his fingers back in. Minho now pumps relentlessly and you can hear your wetness squelch with every movement. 

“Too much!” But Minho doesn’t relent. 

You grip his hair pulling and pushing him further into you. He groans, sending a vibration through your pussy and you moan loudly. 

“Keep your voice down,” he whispers.

“F-fuck you-u,” Minho chuckles as he resumes eating you out. He hikes your leg over his shoulder and the new angle gives his long fingers better reach. Minho can feel the ribs of your walls enclose him tightly and he knows you’re close. Your breathing becomes shallow as your orgasm rises through your body and stars dot your vision. Minho tongues your clit harder and forces a third digit inside of you. You grind against him as you finally come into his mouth. You have to use all your strength to hold in your cries and grip the shelf behind you to stay grounded. Minho doesn’t let up, letting you ride out your orgasm while he laps up your ecstasy. You whimper as you shake from overstimulation. 

Minho finally releases you and stands. He puts your panties back in place and pulls your skirt down. His lips, nose, and chin are covered in your essence making your middle tighten in pleasure. Minho licks each finger individually, not letting a drop go to waste.

“So sweet.”

He wipes his face with the back of his sleeve once he finishes. Still coming down from your high, you don’t realize how closely you're leaning against the bookshelf. Your fingers gripping the shelf so hard your knuckles are white. Minho notices and takes hold of your hands to help you upright. Tension leaves your fingers as he places feather light kisses across your knuckles. All you can do is stare into Minho’s brown eyes. He smiles at your blissed out state and leans into your ear. “See you around, princess.” Minho releases your hands and disappears, leaving you absolutely stunned.

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Hello! I hope ur well. I’m abit new to Tumblr and stumbled across ur blog because the Submas content :3.

If you still do requests rn, and something ur comfy with, could I ask for Self Aware AU Ingo discovering his newfound consciousness interacting with reader who play Pokémon Masters? Maybe the reader struggles with self-esteem/depression and Ingo comforts them completely by surprise after a rough day? (Sorry it’s a mouthful to read lol, I appreciate ya!)

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😭 ingo just wanting to comfort you.

Self aware Ingo x depressed!reader

Hi, just a little reminder before we get started here: if you're ever feeling thoughts of self-esteem or issues with depression, please know that you are loved, and you are beautiful on the inside and out! Make sure you eat a snack and drink some water while reading this.

If this ever made your day even a little bit better, then I did my job, and thank you for reading!

He didn't know when or how he gained consciousness. All he remembered was the first thing he saw when he "woke up" familiar faces in a usual place, the calm music that the Pokemon Center plays every night. Pokemon was standing right next to him, but as his eyes looked forward into what he perceived was a giant portal created by Palkia and Dialga themselves. And a smiling face looking down upon the world he inhabited.

He had thought you were one of Arceus's angels, and this was about a dream, but soon, he had realized that only half was the case.

It all seemed to click who you were. You are not some dead fish-eyed child with a robotic Pikachu like what this world had portrayed you as no far from; instead of that kid with the permanent smile, you always seem to have a tired look on your face with either a small half-smile or a Blank Stare. But to Ingo, he always preferred to you behind the screen. Even when you were no longer watching the world, he could still hear your faint voice going about your day. You seemed more lively and more human than the blank slated avatar they gave you. How could he not be drawn to you even though you seem so sad? Your eyes and your being just seem so full of life that he felt an urge to protect and care for you.

Even though the fake Island had tons of people and, he felt more alone than he ever did, especially when he realized he was the only one different from the rest. He can't help but respond to every little question or reaction in his head, afraid of what you might do if he ever breaks away from the game's script.

But on a particular day that was a rough one for you mentally and physically, when Ingo saw you opening up the app instead of that same expression, your eyes were red from crying. No, you were still crying. His heart sank. If he could, if he could touch you, he would hold you close and Whisper nothing but good things in your ear until you calm down, but he can't do that. He couldn't do anything!! He felt sick with worry as he watched you cry, your lip quivering as you vent to yourself, saying the most horrible things about yourself !! And for a moment, he threw away his worries of the consequences.

" Are you okay?"

A simple three-letter sentence that made you freeze; your heart's practically stopped as you didn't know that you were being watched. It took you a while for your brain to process who the voice was coming from, looking down at your phone to see your favorite character stare back. Huh... Odd you didn't know he had that line before.... and not only that, you didn't remember clicking on him. Usually, characters say their lines after you click on them, yet you don't even touch them. As you were Gathering your thoughts, Ingo spoke again.

" I truly wish I could wipe away those tears, I regretfully can't do much but if it helps tell me about your day and I'll listen."

Ingo speaks again... no text box appears; nothing; he just talked to you, mentioning your crying. In that first moment, you didn't know how you felt. Your favorite character coming to life and talking to you was almost a dream come true, but the thought just seemed so impossible and unrealistic that you doubted the fact that you were awake. And your feelings are already all over the place, having no one to turn to, no one to comfort you, craving that comfort, your heart exploded. You can't stop the tears rolling down your face, even if is just a dream; what a beautiful dream it is.

"I-i don't know." You stuttered you were far too gone to even articulate what you are feeling all your emotions swelling for the past month or two bubbling up into a mess of emotion. You want us to tell him tell him that your day was crap tell him how crappy you looked right now tell him that he can't believe he saw you like this that your first meeting with your favorite character your favorite person in the world was like this red in the face tears falling from your red and puffy eyes.

But Ingo did not seem fazed; he was not disgusted, he was not angry at you. He understood if he was there if he wasn't trapped behind the screen, he would have wished you in his arms and laid his lips on your forehead. He knew how you felt; he listened to your angry ramblings about yourself; he listened to the times people had treated you like you were less than human or misused your kindness, manipulated and used you for their own gain. He wanted to hold you close, make you something you like, and tell you that the word you know about yourself is not true; he wanted to tell you how much you mean to him and how nice and loving you are, how kind and thoughtful and how gorgeous you were. Those people who mistreated you are not good people, and you deserve to be respected, you deserve happiness, and you deserve to be loved.

You deserve to be told that you're beautiful every day, to be made breakfast in bed and kissed at every waking moment. Because that's what he would do for you; that's what his heart ached for him to do.

But he did what he could do which was listen to your broken sobs as you pour your heart out.

" It sounds like you had quite a day... I wish I could do more than just listen and speak to you, but what I can do is tell you what the things you say about yourself is not true... and I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. Could you stay with me for a while? I wish to talk to you, and we start from the beginning, shall we? Now, my dear, please tell me what's bothering you and wipe away those tears. Pretend that it's my fingers swiping across your eyes."

His voice, usually loud and booming, was surprisingly soft, warm, and welcoming. From his calming voice to your Outburst earlier, you felt your heart slow down and your tears dry as you wipe them from your face; those steel gray eyes light up for a moment when he sees just a piece of a smile flicker on your lips.

" there's that smile~"

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2. BUBBLES FOR BRAINS

( sea salt, yang jungwon )

the next morning, jungwon woke up early, the heavy scent of salt and dampness still lingering in the air. the storm had passed, but the damage was undeniably everywhere.

his grandfather had already made breakfast - eggs and toast with a side of salty bacon - and nodded toward the back door as he handed jungwon a plate. "go clean up the backyard after you're done eating. we can't leave it like this."

jungwon sighed, but nodded, shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "yeah, i know." he leaned back, gazing at his duties from afar.

after finishing, he put his plate in the sink and headed outside. the backyard looked like a disaster zone. the storm had tossed everything around. there were pieces of driftwood, fishing nets, and plastic debris scattered everywhere. the air still felt thick and heavy, a leftover chill from the storm that made jungwon wish he’d grabbed a jacket.

his sandals squelched as he walked, the mud sticking to his soles with every step. a large piece of wood was wedged against the side of the house, and the yard was littered with broken bits of seaweed and algae. even the old wooden deck had warped slightly in places.

and let’s not talk about the pool, because if you were looking for an ocean copy, it was right here in the backyard.

jungwon grabbed a trash bag and started picking up the mess. it felt like a losing battle, the debris just kept coming. he winced as he saw a few fish washed up in the mud, struggling to breathe. he wasn’t great at dealing with this kind of thing, but there was no choice. his grandfather would send him to do something equally as disgusting.

as he picked up a large plastic bottle, he heard a voice. "hey, jungwon!"

he looked up and saw jay walking over, a lopsided grin on his face. "looks like the storm really wrecked the place."

jungwon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "yeah. shouldn’t you be cleaning at your house though?"

"there isn’t much to do, besides, my dad hired someone for it already.” jay stepped closer, picking up a fish from the mud and holding it up, its tail still flapping slightly. “well, hey, at least we’ve got some fresh fish for lunch," he said, smirking.

jungwon rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "get that thing away from me or leave," he pushed jay out of the way.

jay shrugged, tossing the fish back into the mud with a laugh. "why are you mad now? is it still because of eunj-."

jungwon turned to him before he could finish his sentence. “don’t even mention it, i’m serious, i��ll really ban you from ever coming here again.”

jay raised his hands in surrender. “i’m just saying, forget about her so we can have fun alright? it’s our last summer before we go back to the city to different universities and most probably won’t see each other,” he walked towards jungwon, who tied the bag securely, before grabbing a net to clean the pool.

"yeah, i know," jungwon nodded, his eyes still fixed on the dark water. his mind was elsewhere, lost in thoughts he didn’t want to deal with right now.

jay observed him. this summer was supposed to be the one we’re jungwon finally confessed to his crush, but it all went downhill when he saw her days ago at a restaurant with the head lifeguard, holding hands.

jungwon had insisted on talking to her about his feelings anyway, but that hadn’t gone well either. to say the least, she hadn’t even remembered his name when he approached her. she’d laughed it off and humiliated him in front of her friends like it was nothing, and he’d walked away feeling smaller than ever.

jay shifted his weight, his gaze softening. "listen, won," he said quietly, "that little voice of hers inside your head? drown it, 'kay? don’t let her mess with your head like that."

jungwon’s shoulders slumped as he stared at the water. he didn’t say anything, but jay could tell he was still thinking about it. it was always easier to bury stuff than face it head-on, and jungwon was no exception.

jay clapped him on the shoulder, trying to break the silence. "we’ll go to the mall later. buy some stuff, get something to eat. it'll help, trust me." he gave him a small nudge, trying to pull him out of his thoughts.

jungwon finally looked up, giving jay a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "yeah. maybe," he muttered, and then his gaze went back to the water, the dark shape still moving beneath the surface.

"you gonna keep staring at that thing, or...?"

"uh..." jungwon hesitated, his attention split between the water and jay. "it's kinda... weird, right? like, what if it's still a shark? or something else?"

jay rolled his eyes playfully. "won, it's probably just a fish or something. or some junk that got caught in the current. but hey, if it is a shark, we’ve got… a cookie, right?" jay pulled a cookie out of his pocket and held it up with a grin. "i’m pretty sure sharks love cookies."

jungwon snorted "yeah, i’m sure they do."

jay rolled his eyes, and threw it inside the pool as bait. the two of them stared at the water for a few more seconds, waiting to see if the shape would move again. but then, just as suddenly as it had started, the movement stopped, leaving the water eerily still.

"guess it really was just some junk," jungwon muttered, his mood lightening ever so slightly.

"told you so," jay said, his grin widening. "or maybe it ate the cookie. you’ll never know." he laughed. punching jungwon playfully.

“i bet i know what it was.”

the two froze, slowly turning their heads towards the new voice at the other end of the pool, who definitely wasn’t there before.

"i should think it was a mermaid," you said casually, taking a delicate bite of the cookie in your hand, allowing the unfamiliar taste to linger on your tongue. with an elegant, almost imperceptible motion, you raised your tail just enough for them to see, its shimmering scales catching the sunlight.

the two looked dumbfounded, and one of them tried pinching themselves to see if they were dreaming. they definitely did not just see a beautiful mermaid on the edge of the pool.

you glided toward them with the fluid grace, the water parting around you as you dived in, sending a splash of water in all directions as your tail shined, glittering like a jewel beneath the surface.

jungwon moved closer to the edge of the pool, peering down into the murky water, though he couldn’t see anything through the cloudy, disturbed pool.

you then came out of the pool once again, stopping right in front of him. “please remain calm, do not scream or panic,” you softly said, remembering the words from a safety manual that had appeared at the bottom of the sea.

“uh huh…” the cat-eyed bot slowly nodded, looking pale. “y-you’re a-”

pursing your lips, you nodded, urging him to continue, but his breath got caught in his throat. “i see we will have to take this slow, i am a… mermaid…” you pronounced the word deliberately, allowing the weight of it to sink in, as your tail swayed gently in the water, catching the light. their eyes flickered between your face and the fin, unable to settle on either.

“okay, okay, okay, okay,” jungwon said, taking a deep breath, and gulped. “w-what are you doing, here?” he asked.

jay shot him a look, clearly not thinking it was the best idea to talk to you.

“very long story short, the storm,” you smiled. “but i bet you already knew about it, did you?”

“wait- you did that?! this?!” jay exclaimed, motioning at the whole mess with an incredulous face.

you shook your head, “no i did not, i would never do that. i was just… caught in it. right place at the wrong time, they say.”

the two were about two speak, but a voice interrupted. "jungwon! how’s the clean-up going, son?"

the boy named jungwon panicked, his eyes wide. before jungwon could respond, jay shot you a frantic look. "hide!" he whispered, pointing toward the water. "under the pool, now!"

you rolled your eyes but did as instructed, slipping gracefully back into the water with barely a ripple, your tail disappearing beneath the murky surface. they watched as you sank out of sight, and jay whispered to jungwon, "keep him busy. we can’t let him know about her or whatever that was."

jungwon nodded quickly, rushing toward the trash he picked up. "yeah, yeah, i’m coming!" he called, trying to sound normal. "just, uh, a little slow with the clean-up... give me a minute!"

but jungwon’s grandfather came out of the house, and started scanning the area. “hm… good. make sure it’s all cleared up before lunch." with a grunt, he turned to jay and gave him a nod. "hey, jay. good to see you, kid. your folks doing alright?"

jay gave a quick nod in return. "yeah, they’re good. thanks, sir."

with that, jungwon’s grandfather turned and started heading back toward the house, grumbling something about checking the garage door. "remember," he called over his shoulder, "don’t leave any mess around here."

as soon as his grandfather was inside, jungwon let out a deep breath, turning to jay with wide eyes. "that was close," he whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "he was about to catch us, for sure."

jay laughed quietly. "man, you’ve got to learn to relax. no one’s gonna find out anything if you stop panicking."

jungwon sighed, glancing back at the pool. "yeah, but... this whole thing is crazy. what now? how are we supposed to explain..." his voice trailed off as he thought about you still lingering nearby, but there was no movement in the pool.

"uh... where'd she go..?" jungwon dropped the bags of trash, looking around in confusion.

just then, they heard a soft voice, faint but unmistakable, coming from the direction of the shed. "hey, jungwon and jay, was it?"

both of them froze, turning to the small shed at the far edge of the yard. the door was half-closed, and they could see a shadow moving behind the small window. it was you, walking around.

"you’re in there?" jungwon said, stepping closer, eyes wide. "what are you even doing in there?"

"it is... complicated," you replied, your voice carrying through the still air. "but i could use some help." there was a pause, then you added, "this is a bit embarrassing."

jay glanced at jungwon with a raised eyebrow. "you gonna let her just stay in there?"

jungwon bit his lip, hesitating for a moment, but then nodded. "we have to help. it’s... not like we have a choice." he walked toward the shed and slowly opened the small window at the top. as it creaked open, the view through the glass made both of them freeze in their tracks.

you were inside, submerged to the waist in the shed's shadow, but your upper half was bare, covered by your now-dry hair. both boys stared at you, wide-eyed.

"uh... you... you’re not wearing anything," jungwon stammered, his face turning a deep shade of red.

you looked up at them through the window, an amused glint in your eyes. "well, it just so happens mermaids do not need dry clothes, or clothes at all," you said with a smirk. "i prefer not to be seen like this, so could you help me out?"

both boys stood still for a moment, unsure of what to say. finally, jungwon shook himself from his trance. "there should be some of my old clothes from surf camp in there. you can look around... maybe something will fit."

you nodded, disappearing into the shadows of the shed. "i will be quick."

moments later, you reappeared outside, now dressed in a long-sleeved aquamarine shirt that hung just above your knees. the fabric shimmered faintly in the sunlight as you stepped out, looking a bit more at ease but still carrying an air of quiet grace.

"better?" you asked, turning to face them with a raised eyebrow.

jungwon let out a quiet breath, clearly relieved. "yeah... but uh, the sleeves..."

“what are sleeves?” you asked, looking down at the dress, not knowing what the two were talking about.

“the- uh, the things- hold on…” jungwon stammered, and then walked over to you. he gently grabbed the sleeves of the shirt and, with careful hands, tied them behind your neck, avoiding any contact. he was still cautious, unsure of what might happen if he touched you directly. "that’s much better," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

you smiled, watching him retreat back to jay. "well, thank you, you."

“it’s… nothing…” he whispered awkwardly.

you gave a small turn, still getting used to having human legs and walking around. it was awkward at first, but not as difficult as you had expected. the sensation of standing upright on two legs was strange, but you adapted quickly.

jay nudged him playfully, trying to mask his own embarrassment. "well, it’s definitely an upgrade."

jungwon sighed, glancing around the backyard, eyes flicking nervously toward the house. "yeah, but... we need to hide her, somehow."

!

but that was the first thing they didn’t do. and you three were at a place called ‘mall’ searching for clothes.

“this is ridiculous,” jay groaned, rolling his eyes.

never in a million years did he imagine he’d be wandering around a mall in summer with his best friend, trailing a mermaid who could somehow turn human.

you wore sandals too big for your feet, courtesy of jungwon. you had learned that the pool you ended up in was his, in his beach house.

he seemed kind, kind enough to let you use his money.

and so you were jumping from store to store, still not knowing what to buy. you could offer him gold in return or even pearls, but you doubted it would be the same value to him as the little plastic thing he used to pay for things.

“are you going to pick something?” jay spoke. “you both have bought useless things and i’m hungry.”

you and jungwon both turned to him, your chat being interrupted by jay.

“yeah, seriously, we need to get you some clothes until you figure out what to do or where to go.” jungwon nodded, looking at you.

“but the clothes you wear appear rather uncomfortable. is there not something more befitting?” you inquired.

“yeah, there’s the women’s section… why have you been looking at men’s clothing?” jay asked, his brows furrowing in curiosity.

“i’m looking at the clothes that look like the ones you have on,” you trailed off, going into another store.

three hours and many fashion shows later, you took a couple of things, something’s they called dresses, shoes and clothes from a store they refused to go inside with you, apparently it was something you wore under the clothes. it seemed unnecessary to you, but they knew more about humans that you.

jungwon and jay were carrying all the bags, as you stepped out of the mall, letting the summer breeze hit your face, a new sensation you were dying to feel everyday for the rest of your life.

the place was so calming, as palm trees swayed from left to right, the air carrying the smell of something sweet and hundreds of flowers decorating the whole place.

you didn’t miss the ocean at all, the human world was much more interesting, they had machines they drove around in, and a device they used to call each other, similar to a conch.

“is that good?” jungwon asked, taking you out of your trance, and making you glance down to the drink he had gotten for you.

you brightened, sipping from the straw again. the sweet flavor danced on your tongue. “it is so, so, so good! i mean, i do not know what a lychee is, but i think i love it,” you smiled.

it felt strange to have someone from the opposite gender genuinely ask about you. the only person who had ever done that was the eccentric old merman living on the outskirts of the kingdom, but that didn’t really count.

jungwon looked like he was actually interested in your responses, and he truly was. he doubted he’d ever see a mermaid again, and go to the mall with her, just like he’d do with any of his friends.

he smiled so warmly at you, and laugh at every thing you pronounced wrong, then correcting you.

a loud honk then came your way. as a white machine stopped right in front of your three, some girls sitting in it, with objects covering their eyes.

you didn’t know why they did that, until you tried to look at the sun yourself, and almost got blinded.

the girl who was behind the round object that drove the car took them off, and looked at your new friend, jungwon, up and down, then at you at jay.

the girl behind the wheel removed her sunglasses and gave jungwon a once-over, then turned her gaze to you. “is this your girlfriend now, yang jungwon?” she asked, her tone laced with sarcasm, making you sense she wasn’t being friendly.

“what do you want, eunji?” jungwon replied, stepping in front of you as if to shield you from her. “you can’t possibly humiliate me more.”

“i just can’t believe how insensible you are! you just confessed your love to me days ago and now you’re running around with some other girl, huh?” she said, getting out of the white car, strutting over to the group.

eunji was the classic mean girl, always ready to ruin your summer. she wore tiny heels and even shorter shorts, pulling off the look with an effortless confidence that only added to her intimidation.

“eunji, leave her alone,” jay warned, pushing you behind him.

but eunji seemed unfazed by the fact that jungwon could like someone else, she was only fixated on how stunning you were, compared to her. “who even are you?” she sneered, invading your space. you didn’t step back.

you had no idea this was how an angry human looked like, or a jealous one of it is. if anything, you were curious about her and why she acted the way she did.

“my name is y/n, princess of aq-" you stopped yourself forgetting you were supposed to be a normal human, “i meant, my name is y/n aqualis, full name. it is a great pleasure, and you are?” you placed your hand in front of her, expecting to do something called a handshake.

“ew, get your paw away from me,” she said, swatting your hand aside. “who do you think you are, talking all high and mighty?” she snorted.

“excuse me?” you let out a laugh, “i am afraid i do not understand, paw?” you asked, truly clueless.

jay and jungwon, who were watching from the side, still carrying all of your bags, looked terrified at the scene, they knew that it never ended well when other girls crossed eunji, but you seemed like someone who wouldn’t understand if they told you to leave it.

“yeah, that’s right, some advice your you, never touch me with that dirty paws of yours, princess,” she spat, shoving you back, as her friends laughed behind in the car.

you gasped and blinked in confusion, then understanding she was referring to your hand, most probably, and also understood she was insulting you.

but you never let it go when mermaids spoke to you like this, so you wouldn’t let a human, who didn’t even know you, treat you and your new human friends this way.

you nodded at her, faking innocent, and spoke, “i know not why your head if so full of bubbles that the only entertainment you have is to try to make fun of others, but some advice for you, eun-ji…” you then took a sip of your lychee drink, and spat it at her.

her friends all gasped, as the water made contact with her shirt, leaving a huge wet spot, most likely ruining it.

jungwon and jay gapped, stunned at what you pulled of, expecting anything but that.

eunji nearly lost it, screaming as she jumped into the car and sped away with her friends. leaving you waving goodbye, and still wondering however did a car worked.

the two boys approached cautiously, clearly afraid to say anything that might earn them a splash of lychee drink. so you broke the silence first.

“you confessed your love to... that?” you asked jungwon, your face scrunched in confusion. “that human must have seaweed in her head, or maybe a crab controlling her brain. crabs can be pretty mean…” you pouted.

before, whenever spoke of eunji, ill or good, he’d always daydream about her, but right at the second, his attention was on you, and he was anything but mad.

“yeah, i think i did. crazy, right?” he laughed, and for the first time, he had denied eunji.

“i think that’s enough eunji for you both, i want some ice-cream so we’re leaving before that drink gets in someone else’s shirt,” jay stepped in, dragging the two of you away along the sidewalk to head back home, as you and jungwon laughed along at what had happened moments before.

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[dulcelovestoomuch]

The Details of You // Mammon x Artist!reader

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Before coming to Devildom, you were in the worst art block you had ever been in. No lines seemed right. Shapes held no meaning. You couldn't breathe life or passion into anything you worked on. Torn paper decorated the floors, snapped pencils rested on your desk, and sketchbooks laid bare.

Then, things changed. You met the others and it seemed you could find beauty in everything. You could find inspiration simply by looking around.

However, nothing gave you more inspiration than the avatar of greed. He had somehow become a muse. The pages of every sketchbook had a drawing of him. Portraits of smiles and frowns, of anger and sadness, of excitement and embarrassment. Somehow you could perfectly remember these expressions, as if they were etched into your brain by Mammon himself.

Yet, it sometimes grew frustrating.

You could eventually perfect his features, but sometimes struggled with drawing him without reference. On your worst days, something was always off no matter how much you redrew him.

So, it was simple.

You decided to ask him.

"Mammon, I have a favor to ask," You worked up the courage to say, interrupting his "concentration" on studying.

"You're' asking me for a favor?" Mammon tilted his head, "Sure, but ya definitely owe me one!"

He gave your a playful smile; it could rival the sun in your opinion.

"Uh, sure," You replied, "I've been running out of inspiration lately. Do you think I could draw you?"

Mammon raised a brow, "Is that all, human? Go ahead! Who wouldn't want to draw the great Mammon?"

You suppressed the urge to fondly roll your eyes, grabbing a sketchbook and pencils from you desk. You nudged some books to side with your foot, before sitting front of him. You both sat on the floor; Mammon waiting as you flipped to a blank page in your sketchbook.

"Okay, so just stay still," You said, grabbing a 3H pencil. You began with drawing the face, getting the general shape of his face down on paper.

"Ya got it, human," Mammon spoke, "Won't move a muscle,"

A few moments rolled by, silent and calm. Your eyes would lock onto his face every so often. You didn't know, but it felt piercing to Mammon. You staring at him with such a strong, focused gaze was something he wasn't used to. He gulped, his face burning and body itching to move. So, the silence came to an end.

"So," Mammon said, "Why did ya want to draw me anyway?"

You shrugged, grabbing a darker pencil to work on detailing his facial features. "Just wanted to,"

He opened his mouth to say something more, but snapped it shut when your gaze focused on him again.

"Do you not want me to?"

Mammon flinched, cheeks reddening, "I didn't say that."

"Then, let me work!" You huffed, focusing back down on the paper.

Mammon frowned, looking away. You sighed, placing the sketchbook at you side before inching closer to Mammon. You gripped him by the chin, forcing him to look at you. You could see his skin turn red; his eyes shook as his mouth opened and shut like a fish.

"W-Whaddya think you're doing?" He said, looking everywhere but you.

"I told you to stay still," You said, "Keep looking at me,"

"O-okay, I got it," Mammon stammered, "Ya don't have to keep holding my face like this,"

"Mammon," You said gently, "What's wrong?"

"Wha... nothing's wrong." Mammon pulled away, "Nope, nothing at all,"

"Mammon..." You grabbed his face again. This time he managed to lock eyes with you, but his skin turned from a muted red to crimson.

"Ya just... never drew me before," Mammon explained, "I ain't used to it,"

You sighed.

He is as adorable as he is frustrating. You move back to your prior spot, grabbing your sketchbook and pencil once more.

"Fine, just stay still, okay? I'm almost done,"

Silence continued, only the sound of breath and of pencil on paper was audible in the room.

Having him as a reference made the details so easier to grasp. It make life come easier to the paper before you. You could finally draw every detail you forgot and improve upon every detail you remembered.

When you finished, you put the pencil down.

"Finally finished? It took forever!" Mammon grumbled, "Let me see it,"

You handed the sketchbook to him. He took it with a confident grin, only to freeze when he saw it.

"Does it look bad?" You asked.

Mammon's cheeks burned a cherry red, "I-I mean... it ain't too bad to look at. It's a drawing of me after all!"

He stared at it for a few more moments.

"Well, can I get it back then?"

"Nope!"

A loud tear filled the air.

Mammon tore the drawing out the sketchbook, before running out the room with a shout of "thanks!".

You stood up, running after him. The chase would be unsuccessful, as you yelled at him to come back, but couldn't keep up regardless.

However, when you would later go to his room, your drawing would be there framed. Mammon would blush, ranting about how because it was a drawing of him, he had to put it in his room.

It wasn't because that drawing showed how you viewed him. It also definitely wasn't because it was a drawing you did of him, with so much care and detail that it made his heart melt.

His stuttering and stammering continued on, before you simply gave him a kiss and pulled him back to your room.

Maybe you weren't so mad at him taking it.

Maybe now you had a willing muse.

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This was my first fic in the fandom, just wanted to do something quick and simple, hope you enjoyed! (⌒▽⌒)☆

[dolphingirl1234]

welcome to the first headcanons post in what will hopefully become a series unless my brain randomly decides to hyperfocus on something else

starting off with our favourite traumatised polar bear...

IT'S CAPTAIN BARNACLES LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!! 📣✨‼️

please enjoy my shitty picrew human version of him

gonna be honest I hate this one he looks like my dad when he was like 12

imagine him looking like this but way older

anyway headcanons:

30-mid/late 30's

idk if there's a name for this one but is sexually attracted to females but romantically attracted to males

has never dated because of this and has no desire to

he/him

he was the last of the crew to actually recognise his sexuality

everyone came out to him and he was like inwardly homophobic because of the way he had been brought up, but made a notebook full of everyone's pronouns and stuff so he could remember, and never did/said anything homophobic to anyone else - kinda like Imogen in heartstopper yk

dark brown hair that's kinda going grey on the sides

grey eyes

always has eye bags because our boy does not sleep

he's not that strict on uniform - there are random clothes that tweak plonked the octonauts logo onto and that's what is considered uniform; everyone is allowed to wear whatever they want as long as its appropriate and has the logo on it somewhere.

basically always wears the same thing because the entire world will fall apart without his routine

played candy crush once in an ad and loved it

he secretly plays it on the web bc he can't admit to himself that he likes it enough to actually download it

everyone has called him dad at least once

gets fathers day cards from everyone every year

^^ has cried from this on multiple occasions

doesn't get sick often but when he does he is SICK. the second he wakes up his face is grey and pale and he physically cannot speak without coughing

peso makes him go to bed and when he eventually agrees he sleeps for like 2 days straight and is then immediately better

he tells kwazii off for being reckless but he's done some pretty dumb shit himself

will sacrifice himself for anyone and anything (has been told off about this many times and still continues to do it)

he and inkling are the only people in the crew who like dark chocolate

absolutely despises anything sour

his pain tolerance is very high

likes mint and will casually go to the garden pod and eat it raw

has claustrophobia (canon)

also has emetophobia (look it up) because I like projecting

once you've looked up emetophobia come back and read the next one:

when he was a cub and was learning to catch and eat fish he threw up after eating one particular fish and every time he sees it in the sea he will literally hold his breath and run away

he's actually very good at modern lingo and memes but does not understand for the life of him what a skibidi toilet is

sees peso as his son and will literally protect him with his life

other crew members have various mental health struggles and barnacles is genuinely so proud of them when they do anything that's hard for them even if its just surviving the day its so cute

he hasn't experienced the things the others go through but he has so much empathy and pride for them its insane

gives the best bear hugs and when he gets sad all he wants is cuddles but he's too scared to ask anyone

natquik and kwazii are the only people who have seen him have a full breakdown

if you've had a bad day he's your guy he will pick you up and cradle you like a baby no problem

on his birthday he literally gives zero fucks about presents but is insistent on getting/making really goof presents for everyone else

he has the deepest voice ever. and he's not terrible at singing either but he never sings. ever.

the accordion secretly pisses him off as well and he just keeps playing it because it's an ongoing joke and he doesn't want to ruin it

his paws are MASSIVE.

that's all for now I hope you enjoyed your exclusive look at Zoe's Headcanons TM I probably forgot some so you might get some more later 👀

[happyk44]

Thinking about half-suicidal Percy who is still guilt-ridden about Bianca but can't do anything about it because he promised he'd keep Nico from being the prophecy kid so he has to live and then the war ends and Annabeth is alive, and Grover is alive, and his mom is alive, and Nico, dark angsty Nico who helped them win, is alive and it's all great and magical and then.

Then the adrenaline fades. Holding hands with Annabeth isn't enough. Goofing off with Grover isn't enough. Going home to his mom isn't enough. Nico stands out like sore thumb among the other campers, constantly clinging the shadows and struggling to fit in and Percy hopes another Underworld kid will get claimed soon, he wants him to have a friend, someone he can relate to.

He did have someone, his mind whispers in a voice that sounds suspiciously like Bianca's. He did and you lost her. You let her die, remember?

He does remember. He remembers all the time. Every time he sees a little girl guiding someone smaller and younger across camp to various activities. Remembers when Annabeth struggles to read a book aloud to her half-siblings.

He remembers.

And it chokes him.

Why is he alive? It wasn't supposed to be him. Bianca was the oldest, or, at least, she was supposed to be. She should've been the hero. Not Percy.

Guilt pools in him as loss does. There are memorial shrines up all across camp for everyone to pay their respects to the deceased and he sees every name etched in pretty white marble and accounts it to his pool of failures.

He goes home and it doesn't fix him, but he smiles and pretends as his mom fusses over him and he prepares for the new school year and it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter.

(Dozens of kids will never see their mortal friends again, will never see hard to read markers on a bright white board, or hear the sound of a bell. Why does he get to? Why does he get to? Why does he get to?)

His mom has Paul. It'll be fine. They're both young. She can start over. It'll be fine.

It'll be fine, it'll be fine, it'll be fine.

(His mom asks about the scars on his arm and he lies through his teeth about a monster fight, trying not to look to the dagger he's hidden behind books he's never read.)

"Percy?"

Everything shatters. He stumbles but doesn't quite fall. Darkness pulls him up and away from the ledge, gripping tight until he's planted firmly by Nico's side. And even then it doesn't let go.

Nico isn't looking at him. Is staring plainly at his chest, looking past him and seeing something deep inside. Is it what's wrong with him? He doesn't know what's happening with his brain. Why everything is hitting him now.

Why he can't breathe.

It's like he's a fish out of water, drowning on dry land.

He just wants to it be over. For the fisherman to take the knife and gut him open, feed him to their family and throw the scraps out to the cats.

Nico tilts his face up to look at him. The moonlight shines bright on him. His pale skin seems to glow. It reminds Percy of Bianca, her ghostly glowing form.

You failed him, his mind whispers. You promised and you failed him.

"What's going on?" Nico asks like it isn't obvious. Like they always have conversations standing on the edge of rooftop of Percy's apartment building in the middle of the night.

"Not much," Percy says. The darkness clinging to him tickles his cheek. "What about you?"

"Oh, you know, just stopping a friend from committing suicide."

The silence holds heavy and thick between them.

Percy is the first to break it. "Please don't tell my mom." It's a broken whisper of a sentence, and he hates himself for it. All that Nico has done and he's still asking for more. Still asking when he couldn't even hold a simple promise.

Nico's eyes glitter. "I won't," he says softly.

He taps Percy's chest and a cold freeze shoots over him. It dissipates slowly. The late August, early September heat washes back over him, melting the small remnants of cold out. The night sky twinkles.

"Come on." Nico reaches for Percy's hand and holds it tight. The shadows sink into the ground, melting out across all the shadows around them. One strand stays. It wraps tight around their entwined hands, sealing them together. Nico tugs Percy's hand. "If you try to jump again, you'll just be pulling me down with you."

Percy stares at him.

Then follows quietly back towards the door.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi ari!!!! hope you’re doing well!! 🐟🐟 these days the weather is so so nice and the sea is so tempting……………… i went ahead and took some days to swim like the fish i am! surprisingly the water wasn’t so cold and it seems i wasn’t the only one who thought of swimming because the beach was full of people 🙂‍↕️ it was really fun!

anyway!! i wanted to ask you, which films and/or cinematic universes you think your jjk favs would suit the most??? :33 if it is too restraining you can name tv series, of course!!

(p.s.: oh, i’m glad you liked my silly rant about statue!gojo TT 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 it has been rotting in my mind for months now but i’m a procrastinator and i have too many wips… i think it might be that summer is near and i’m super inspired but i don’t know where to begin lmaooo. my notebook is overflowing with half-finished prompts and chapters that are waiting to be completed……. 😭😭) — 🐟 anon

HIIIII MY LITTLE 🐟 ANON!!!! :33

i’m so happy that it’s getting warmer where you are!!!!! the weather is starting to take a turn for the better here too hehe….. but wahhh!!!! beach trips!!!!!!! i miss them i do…. you’ll have to have double the fun for both of us!!! <3333

AND . GULP. that’s a super fun question and also super tough bc i don’t watch …. a lot of movies……… 😔😔 i’ve been watching more recently!!!! but honestly i have a lot of trouble remembering series and movies that i’ve watched….. my brain doesn’t store a lot of them. HOWEVER . yk what i do watch??? and adore????

……. musicals >:33

so here are some musicals that i associate w my jjk favs!!! I HOPE THAT’S OKAY… i got a little too into it i think 😭

gojo - legally blonde

I JUST THINK HE WOULD LOVE IT SO MUCH……….. i know him personally . honestly i would’ve given him the movie if i had followed your original assignment bc it just screams gojo to me either way!!!! i think he loves chickflicks. :3 and this is definitely one of his comfort movies…… the musical is also just SUCH a bop i knowwwww this man is terrorizing his coworkers by singing ”gay or european” in broad daylight (specifically to nanami)……

sugu - the phantom of the opera

THE PHANTOMMMMMMM OF THE OPERA IS HEREEEEEEEE 🎶🎶🎶🎶 …. <- sugu doesn’t sing along to musicals + doesn’t rlly like them that much in general but i know in my heart and soul that he would hum this part quietly to himself . what can i say….. this is just a very classy musical that i think would appeal to him <3333 he’d read the book beforehand too. he’s a lil pretentious but it’s okay :3 he’s veryyyy picky abt what musical renditions he enjoys tho…….

shoko - the guy who didn’t like musicals

MY PERSONAL FAVORITE MUSICAL OF ALL TIMEEEEE <333333 i just know she’d adore it. the blend between horror and comedy is soooo shoko and i feel like she wouldn’t like musicals at ALL lmao so she’d appreciate the meta commentary!!!! it’s just. suchhhh a good musical….. i love starkid so much it hurts………… AND THE WHOLE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE THINGGG she would eat that up!!!! pls watch this one if you haven’t 🐟 anon you can find the full thing on yt and it’s INCREDIBLE i’ve watched it like 10 times!!!! it’s my most beloved!!!!

kenny - beetlejuice

BEETLEJUICE 👏 BEETLEJUICE 👏👏 BEETLEJUICE 👏👏👏 okay so i actually lied this one is ALSO my absolute favorite . and i’m giving it to kenny solely based on vibes :3 HE REMINDS ME OF BEETLEJUICE OK…. and i think he’d love it a lot. the songs are so fucking good and i know he’d appreciate them. the theme of life/death is also very kenny obv !!!!

toji - black friday

ANOTHER STARKID MUSICAL. this one is just…… soooo good and funny and also . tragic. one of the characters reminds me a lot of toji :’3 former veteran w a dead wife…. who struggles to show his son how much he cares…… and the theme of capitalism and money and how it corrupts ppl also feels in line w toji’s character!! but above all else this musical is abt. Family. and that’s more toji than anything!!! :((( this is another musical that i rlly recommend checking out, it’s set in the same universe as the guy who didn’t like musicals but like . an alternate timeline. it’s not my favorite in the series but the songs slap and it made me cry so <3333 yeah.

nobara - heathers

was lowkey considering six the musical for my beloved nobara (bc of the gorgeous women and catchy fun songs) but . i think heathers fits her more!!!! i just feel like she’d ADORE it…… i know she’s singing along at the top of her lungs too LMAO especially to dead girl walking <3333 it’s just such a fun badass musical and i think she’d be obsessed. she does NOT like jd tho god bless 🙏🙏

[gioiaalbanoart]

Writer Questionnaire

Thanks to @wyked-ao3 (X) , @the-letterbox-archives (X)

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How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

As in my bio this account was silent for years. I toke it back and I've been active about (counts....) : since may 2024?

What led you to create it? (take it back in my case)

I've been cursed with Banana Fish story so I landed to AO3 last year out of despair and started writing there.

Also AO3 posted mainly here, but I was still silent.

Then around april this year a lovely author (@the-golden-comet 💫💫💫) left a bunch of comments on my writing on AO3 and almost simultaneously followed me here 👀 👀 👀👀 👀 👀)

I got curious too, read and fallen in love with his work (ref below 👇 ) and interacted here more, so I met new people (again, ref below 👇 ) and here I am.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

Tips and advices, sharing experiences, sharing the fun, the snippets and other writings and characters. The quality and amount of good writing here is pretty amazing!

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

Well, this might sound haughty but I'll take the risk. They probably know me as an enthusiastic reader, and I am, I tend to go wild with comments 😅

But I also get bored and snap out pretty easily, and probably end up being very selective. If I follow and stick to an author is that I really believe in them, I don't do half a way 💗

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

I'm already seeing a lot that I love, mainly my mutuals. Then, of course, the more the better. One day I'll read it all........

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

I have one (big) wip that is living in my head since already one year.

I've worked on and off for several months but since a couple of weeks now I'm fully committed only on this one (My OC is actually glaring at me)

How long have you been working on them?

One year...👆👆👆 (it will take a while I'm a 🐌)

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

Ashley Knox, my main OC, came in my brain, curly blond, blue eyes and scars and said : write about me!

There have been more or less subconscious inspirations from Banana Fish, Omar little from the Wire, past women as gang leadears and others.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

A lot....which doesn't make me go faster in writing 🤣

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

Very few not on line know....and they don't ask 🤣

I don't really have a gender neither. I would say I mix reality/existential/magic/healing in a sort of fiction.

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

We can walk through fire

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created.  Side characters, protagonists, antagonists, characters who’ve never been written, the first original abomination you ever pulled from your ass; whomever you’d like!

So far : Ashley Knox, Amy Salinas, Carlos Herrera, Frank Morales, 'The cook'.....

Who’s the most unhinged?

I would say Ashley.....but it's not the perfect term actually.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

Ashley and Amy. But it goes from moments to moments.

Do you ever cringe at them?

Until now not that much but I know I will....

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?  AKA, do they ever “write themselves,” refuse to cooperate, or do things you didn’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

Same answer, for the moment they're relativeley nice.....

But I do struggle a lot until I don't feel it's right, they don't leave the grip so in a way they're already a pain in the ass.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? And do you have a preferred means of receiving said questions? For example, as Asks, as replies, as reblogs, as tag notes, as comments on AO3, etc.

I love it. Whatever way is ok.

On Writeblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? Do you follow ‘em as you see ‘em, or take time scoping out the blog to make sure you align with its content? Do you follow based on WIPs, or vibes?

It depends, sometimes it's someone that I see around for a few times and get curious. Sometimes it's interest at first sight and I give it a try. Quite a few are mutuals from mutuals.

What makes you decide against following?

If I cringe for some reason.....mostly vibes.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

I don't know about "often" but yes, then I love when they actually become mutuals.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

I tend to get obsessed easily 😅.....

All OCs of @the-golden-comet (my safety blanket) 💫💫💫

All OCs of @fortunatetragedy (even if my heart bleeds like....a lot!)

The upcoming crew of "The Pirate king of deaths redemption" by @wyked-ao3 💗💗 I'm so waiting to read them

Nat and Ron from The Reburial of Natalie King by @saturnine-saturneight , just started and I'm already doomed 😅

....and I stop here for now.

Tag np : @alinacapellabooks @bookish-karina @fortunatetragedy @saturnine-saturneight @aintgonnatakethis + open tag and a drink 🍻 🍻🍻🍻 🍻🍻

[viviennevermillion]

Benjamin Linus Trivia Headcanons

should i start writing for this fandom? would i get an audience from like, the 10 active lost blogs on tumblr.com? i can do reader-inserts and general stuff. have some random ben headcanons that live rent-free in my brain

warnings: some angst, mentions of child abuse (all my homies hate roger linus)

Ben learned to cook when he was still a kid. Roger didn't have a lot of interest in cooking anything and was probably fine living off microwaveable DHARMA meals and dry cereal. Ben often stayed over at Annie's house for dinner and learned early on how to manipulate conversations so they'd end with the adults giving him food or letting him stay for lunch or dinner because aside from that he didn't really get a lot of warm meals. Sandwiches were one of the first things he learned to make but it quickly evolved into complicated meals. He only ever cooked when his father was at work so Roger wouldn't demand to have some of the food as well and reprimand him if it wasn't to his liking. Ben eventually taught Alex how to cook.

Ben had the typical abused kid habit of hoarding stuff under his bed and wherever he could best hide his possessions in his room because he feared his father wouldn't approve of them or destroy them when he was drunk and enraged by a minor inconvenience.

This became a habit that continued way into adulthood. A lot of his drawers have secret compartment where he keeps items that aren't necessarily secret or vital to his plans but just a little more valuable to him than everything else he owns.

Ben became so used to lying as his default that after he becomes Hurley's #2 he has to actively correct himself. Hurley would ask him a question and Ben's immediate response is to lie before he goes "oh wait hold on-" and then says the truth.

After Alex dies, everytime he's in mortal danger he's struggling with the thought that now no one's going to remember the real him or hardly anything about him that wasn't based on a lie if he died

His favorite songs are "Uptown Girl" by Billy Joel and "New York, New York" by Frank Sinatra.

Has gone to Jacob's cabin at least once to rant about how much he thinks Goodwin sucks

One of those people who brush their teeth before breakfast

The thought that Jacob might not actually exist is definitely something that has occurred in Ben's mind and he tried to push that idea away everytime it creeped up on him.

Worst hay fever known to man. Is fine on the island but everytime he leaves it in spring or summer he has to pop 2 allergy pills a day to function normally

Has these cute little cat sneezes. People have definitely tried not to laugh about it in his presence.

He has never been held as a kid and it's very noticeable

Ben has been in many situations where his life was in danger but two of them include choking on cereal and attempting to teach himself how to drive after Roger refused to do it

Has never been drunk. Only over his dead body would he put himself into a situation where he's at risk of spilling all his secrets in an intoxicated state.

The music that plays in the bear cage when you earn a fish biscuit doesn't actually come from the DHARMA Initiative; it isn't in the Hydra Orientation video even though there's sound when they activate that mechanism. Ben added that music in retrospect for his own personal amusement. Definitely sat in the surveillance room snickering to himself whenever Sawyer got a fish biscuit.

He tried to draw an identikit of Jacob solely based on Richard's descriptions on more than one occasion.

[astorythatwritesitself]

Kiss meme: Shrios for 39 because I want you to hurt me.

39 - A kiss because… time's run out.

(Ao3/bonus version here)

@ me: hey why the fuck'd you write this

Breathe, it's over now, over now.

It's been six months, since the war's end.

Five, since the prognosis.

'A matter of weeks,’ the doctor had said. 'Months, if you're very lucky.’

Adrian had taken it fairly well, all things considered. Vanished for a few hours, along the beach trails near their home, but there had been no tears. Hardly even a tremor in her voice, when she'd said: 'we always knew we were on borrowed time.’ Thane is simply grateful for each day that passes without incident.

It's been small things, mostly. A misplaced item. More notes around the house - reminders of appointments, when to feed the fish, where things were. Tasks left undone, things dropped because her hands won't cooperate. Her biotics failing, once again. Longer pauses in conversation, where she struggles to find her words. Worse - he knows he's not seeing all of it, nor the worst of it. Had she simply been so caught in her own mind? Or had it, like so many things, slipped, when he would be home? Regardless, Thane can't bring himself to rob her of that illusion - but he remembers those long hours on the Normandy. The strange, hazy warmth in her voice as she recited her favorite poems for him, the words flowing like swift waters, her love for them sweeping him along even when they did not translate so well. To hear those same words just the other day, clipped and faltering, incomplete...

'She could be wrong, siha-’ Thane starts. Starts, but the words catch in his throat as Adrian presses closer, arms tightening around his waist. Her lips brush his shoulder - or so he chooses to believe. He can't bring himself to look, to see if she is crying.

‘You can rebuild a lot of things, but a brain's pretty high up there in ‘experimental’,’ she replies, only the faintest of tremors in her voice. ‘I'd… always wondered. If it wouldn't burn out fast, or break down - and that's on its own, being around that much Reaper crap? If they were trying to indoctrinate me or anything…’

That's as far as the conversation goes. The next day - week, ultimately - will be for shoring up what she'd prepared during her arrest, handling any other affairs. What remained of the night was simply to be enjoyed, to commit to memory all they could, before the chance passed by.

—

He's steeled himself as best as he can, to spend no time mourning now, not when there's still more good days than bad. More days than they'd dreamt of having when they'd first met, more days than seemed possible, during the war. A day like this, where Shepard is already awake, taking over the kitchen table with her latest ship model, and Thane almost believes that their future stretches out far and away, beyond whatever either of them could imagine. Her hands are steady, and he can almost forgive the faint, burnt odor lingering in the air, because it means she's remembered to eat on her own. He sits beside her, and they talk for a while - about Vega's upcoming visit, the inaccuracies of the Normandy model strewn before her, Kolyat's last message; and all the while, her words come without trouble, with no grasping or fumbling to recall this detail or that.

—

“We don't have anything else going on today, right? I was thinking, maybe we could go to the beach,” Shepard says after a while, as she starts cleaning up her workspace. “It's beautiful out there.”

Thane hums a brief agreement from where he stands, just behind where she sits, clearing up the last of the dishes of his meal. “That would be lovely, siha,” he replies. Sets the plate aside and turns, resting a hand on Adrian's shoulder. Is about to say something, when she looks up at him, a faint and fretful half-smile on her lips.

“I think my translat-”

Her expression falters - confusion and then a slow, horrified comprehension. (’I think my translator just glitched. What did you call me?’)

She grips his hand, as if it were the only thing keeping her tethered to this world. He leans down, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head, all the while reminding himself, there will be more good days ahead.

But there's no denying now, that they are numbered.

[rhikasa]

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last updated 05.11.2024

about me

Hello, and welcome to my blog! My name is Erin, I use he/they pronouns, and this is my writeblr. I’m an occasional writer at the moment due to burnout, so posts containing snippets of my writing will remain elusive for now. Despite being rather sporadic when it comes to posting writing from my own wips, I do still love being given opportunities to ramble about them.

A few things to know about me:

I’m 23 years old, and my birthday is on April 4.

I’m a queer (nonbinary & ace), neurodivergent adult.

I have a BA in English Literature, but I initially attempted a degree in Creative Writing (a horrible decision really).

For those interested, I’m an Aries (sun) / Virgo (moon) / Leo (rising), and my personality type is INTJ.

I love animals; my family currently has three cats, a dog, three tortoises, a snake, and several fish.

My favorite genres to read and write are fantasy and science fiction.

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World of Skies Universe

The old guardians have vanished, slain by the warrior of darkness long ago. Memory of them has all but faded from the minds of mortals who have not lived under their divine protection and thus they have fallen to legend, but there are those who hold the hope that someday angels will return when the need arises.

Children of the Maar

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Elysian

Stolen from her former life, Saeth is taken to a world beyond hers; a hidden moon known as Elysium, where she learns about a secret society isolated far away from the hostile planet below. Very few in her position ever choose to resist their new life of luxury, but for Saeth, she would rather be up there with her wife or not at all.

Kinder

Generations ago, the last of humanity was forced to flee into caves far below the land they had once called home. Although the first few years were full of struggle to adapt, the magnificent city of Eldoris was built. Few alive today remember the feeling of sunlight on their skin, and fewer still are aware of the atrocities committed in the darkness that has kept a fragile peace for the residents within.

The Huntress & The Wolf

The small town of Aerilon is left shaken after the discovery of a brutal murder by the river’s edge. Disturbing markings upon the victim leave some of the towns folk to speculate this was not the work of another human being, but a nefarious creature hidden in plain sight, only revealing its true existence beneath the light of a full moon.

The Lost Generation

The last generation of mages has been decimated, their magic stolen from them by outsiders. When a young girl named Julia inherits powers that were not intended for her to receive, she is hidden away on Earth until she learns how to utilize her gift.

Witness

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[oathofpromises]

❝ have i been on your mind? ❞ (Atahni to Hiroto, sorry not sorry, he's a problem—)

Hiroto never intended to develop any emotional attachments, but now he finds himself spending more and more time with A’atahni. Their original arrangement had been purely physical, a means to satisfy their desires. So, when did things start to change? The viper let out a weary sigh before stepping into the shower, still fully clothed, but he didn’t care. Hiroto needed something—anything—to distract him from his mind focusing on A’atahni. To try to push away the feelings inside his chest that threatened to spill out anytime the two were so closely wrapped up in each other. Leaning against the tiled wall, he felt the wet fabric against his skin, the sensation doing nothing to silence his racing mind.

Of course, one time he needed the cold water to snap him out of this internal struggle.

Closing his eyes, the viper could clearly remember A’atahni laying beneath him, their bodies intertwined, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Their hands are eagerly seeking to remove any obstacles between them. Each touch and caress ignites a powerful primal desire. He could still vividly recall the sensation of their bodies melding together and the sound of their hushed breaths mingling. It was the very thing the white-haired male wanted to avoid. He wanted to avoid getting too emotionally invested in their relationship, knowing that one of them would eventually leave. That’s how it's always been for Hiroto. People would come and go and use him for whatever they needed before tossing him away. The sad thing was that he hadn’t minded that. It prevented me from getting too deeply connected to someone else. To keep that distance and protect what little remained of his heart.

"Fuck, this shouldn’t be that complicated. I have had one-night stands and such before, but why is he so different?” mumbled Hiroto, as he closed his eyes. Water dripping down his forehead and chest. Slowly, he felt the cool tiles of the shower wall against his palm as his hand tightened into a fist. This wasn’t just about the physical intimacy anymore; it was much more, which both excited and terrified Viper at the same time.

Deciding that it wasn’t helping, the Viper stepped out of the shower, his hair and clothes completely soaked as he made his way into the bedroom. He tossed his wet clothes into the laundry basket before changing into a tank top and pants. Just as he was racking his brain for any other distraction to keep his thoughts away from A’atahni, there came a soft knock on the door. Hiroto took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, only to find A’atahni standing there with his usual sly smirk.

“A’atahni… I thought you were taking the day to spend with Tsuru," mumbled Hiroto as he scratched the back of his head. Last night, the raven-haired male mentioned taking his daughter fishing, yet here he stands outside Hiroto’s door. It wasn’t like the white-haired male wasn’t happy to see the other. He was actually thrilled, but that wasn’t something he was going to simply reveal. It was best not to. Saying the words inside his heart would only make a mess of things.

Letting out a small gasp, Hiroto felt A’atahni gently push him against the door frame before pressing a kiss to his ear. It was a sensitive spot for the viper which lead to him emitting a gentle purr. One of Hiroto's hands quickly reached up and covered his own mouth as the viper tried to prevent any more sounds from escaping his lips, yet even that proved futile.

“You know that’s not fair..you’ve found so many of my sensitive spots.”

They had remained like that for a few moments before eventually entering the house. Hiroto took a breath as he sat next to A'atahni on the sofa. If the other had skipped out on plans with Tsuru, it meant that whatever he had to say was pretty damn important. Which led to Hiroto's mind racing so quickly with thoughts that maybe the other had come to break things off.

"It's good to see you, darling, but there has to be a reason you suddenly showed up like this. Tsuru was so excited to spend the day with you."

At least Hiroto had seen both of them the previous day. The three had decided to take the day and go fishing. Hiroto wasn't a pro by any means, but it made A'atahni and Tsuru happy, so he wanted to improve. He even ended up giving Tsuru this beautiful crystal necklace that was a beautiful purple hue, much like A'atahni eyes. The way the little girl's eyes lit up spoke volumes about how much that meant to her.It was the moment A'atahni had left to grab them some lunch that Tsuru had excitedly told Hiroto that her father planned to take the entire day to just spend with her. Which is why the viper was left confused as to why A'atahni had missed out on time with his own daughter.

'Meadowsweet...have I been on your mind?'

Hiroto's eyes widened slightly as his face quickly turned away from the other. It was a simple enough question, yet the weight it had on it was everything. Normally, the viper could answer such questions easily, but now things felt different. He had gotten way too attached to A'atahni and Tsuru. Would it be a stretch to say that he even saw a future for the three of them together? Which was a first, considering Hiroto had never once thought of anything beyond the growing hatred inside his chest. The pain of feeling unloved by his own family, which hadn't been the case since he was only a child at the time,

"I...."

This was harder to answer than Hiroto thought, but maybe that was because A'atahni meant far more to him than he had believed. The way the other consumed his thoughts was intoxicating and frustrating at the same time. Hiroto couldn't think about anything else but the raven-haired male that sat so close to him. The way every caress and touch made his own body react so differently.

"We promised not to get too attached—that was what we had said when we started seeing each other yet. Lately, I can't stop thinking about you. I lay awake at night, missing you in my arms—the way that I have grown to care for Tsuru so much too."

Don't say it. Those three words will bury both of us. It will take away everything we have right now and possibly destroy us.

Gently, Hiroto cupped A'atahni's face, leaning in and pressing their lips together as his chest ached. If this was their goodbye, he would just have to be honest. Even if that took away everything, there was no escaping the fact that Hiroto truly loved A'atahni.

"A'atahni... I love you, which is something I have told myself time and time again was wrong. The two of us have built so many walls over the years that we sought anything to numb that pain, yet during the process... I found myself drawn to you in so many ways. The way you truly smile around your daughter and even me sometimes. It's brief, but I've seen it. The pain that you have been through tries to convince you that falling for someone else is the end of the world. Believe me, I thought that for so long, but you—I hate that I love you. I see a future with you, which I have never felt with anyone. You have seen my scars. You know a bit about my past. I can't ask you to return my feelings, but...you asked if I was thinking about you, and the answer is every second of  every day."

For so many years, Hiroto had closed off his heart, and the one person who had broken so many of his defenses was also the type to run away from love. He felt a deep ache in his heart, knowing that expressing his feelings could potentially destroy everything they had. To cause A'atahni to run from him, and everything would vanish in that single instant. The viper couldn't be mad at how the others reacted. In the end, he would respect whatever he decided, but twelfth, he prayed that he wasn't just seeing things. That he cared just as much for him too.