#tagging some mutuals cause i’m curious

[reenaria]

currently having a queer identity crisis on this accursed holiday

[sungbeams]

TEASER | RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT — psh

sending your boyfriend an innocent selfie after a long and tiring day quickly snowballs into something far from innocent...

release date : nov 16 @ 1am cet comment on this post if you want to get tagged in the final fic

⟡ ┆ pairing. park sunghoon x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ genre and tropes. MDNI 18+ ONLY, smut, established relationship, idol!AU (for sunghoon, y/n unspecified)

⟡ ┆ content warnings. guided + mutual masturbation, phone sex, edging, dirty talk, a tiny bit of voyeurism?

⟡ ┆ word count. 0.7k of 9.7k

⟡ ┆ note. so this is a little fic i've been working on for a while now and i finally finished it! biggest thanks to @jayparked who beta read this whole thing in like one sitting ily snail :')

"Well," he clears his throat, a teasing tone taking over his voice, "you sent me that selfie last night, and I wanted to have some fun with you... but I guess you had better things to do."

A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he lets his eyes adjust to the bright morning sun shining through the half-closed curtains, not having had the energy to get up to close them the night before.

A laugh erupts from you as you mentally picture your boyfriend sitting in the bed of his hotel room, duvet pooled around his waist and one arm slung over his bare chest as he's leaning back against the headboard with a playful pout etched onto his face. You silently sit up — your arm starting to fall asleep from the position in which you have to hold your phone against your ear — shirt slipping off your shoulder in the process as you reach up to push some of your hair out of your face.

"Yeah? What kind of fun?"

Your voice is curious, although hushed, almost as if you don’t dare to speak too loudly, even though you’re completely alone with no one to disturb. On the other end, you can hear Sunghoon hum slightly, the rumble in his chest echoing in your ear and sending the noises straight towards your core, your plush walls fluttering around nothing. Even after being with and knowing him for quite some time, little things like this — his voice after just waking up, his cheeks painted in a dusty pink, his hair a fluffy mess just asking to run your hands through it — still instantly manage to melt you into a puddle, goosebumps rising all over your skin.

"I think you know just what kind of fun I’m talking about, baby,“ Sunghoon lightly growls into your ear, pushing the duvet completely off his body, pressing a hand against the growing bulge in his underwear to relieve some of the pressure, "You looked so sexy, with your hair all messy from the day, your makeup smudged, and my shirt covering your gorgeous body. Wish I could be there right now to tear it off of you; be the reason you're all messy and disheveled for me.”

A quiet whimper involuntarily slips past your lips, your boyfriend chuckling lowly into your ear in reaction. He's aware of the effect he has on you, especially that of his voice. Whenever when he would want to tease and rile you up, he'd intentionally lean closer to you, whispering into your ear, his breath brushing over your ear, and no matter how innocent or suggestive his hushed words would be, your body would always react the same: shivers wrecking your body, breath speeding up, and eyes glazing over as you gaze up at him. The thought of those memories alone causes you to shudder and press your legs together, dampness slowly forming between them and ruining your underwear.

"Let’s try something different today, alright, sweetheart?"

You clear your throat in hopes your voice wouldn’t come out as breathy as you’re anticipating, but without avail, "Like...like what?”

"I want you to lie back down. I know you just sat up a few moments ago; I heard it, but now I need you to lie back down. Can you do that for me, baby?“

Your response comes as a hum, not trusting your voice and wanting to relish in Sunghoon's commanding tone without interrupting him. Silently, you shuffle down in your bed until your head is resting on your pillow again before kicking your duvet off your legs to feel less trapped and constricted, allowing you to move freely. Your shirt rides up in the process, exposing the bare skin of your stomach, goosebumps forming on it as the cold air of your bedroom comes in contact with your hot skin.

"I saw a blog post a bit ago online; it was about this couple in a long-distance relationship, and to spice things up in their bedrooms, they tried this little game that blew their minds away. How does that sound?"

You swallow thickly despite your mouth feeling as dry as a desert, breathing out a soft 'good’ as you impatiently wait for your boyfriend to continue husking into your ear.

"It's...I'm not sure how to describe it. It's like a guided mutual masturbation game? I'll get you to fuck yourself just the way I want you to do it while you get to listen to my voice and allow me complete control over you. Let me guide you, tease you, make you pleasure yourself until you cum all over."

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[elvenbeard]

OC INTERVIEW - VINCENT EZAKI

(I was tagged by @cybersteal and @arcandoria for this a long while ago, and got real carried away with this idea xD also inspired by everyone else who took the "interview" bit a bit more literally, so yes! :D thank y'all for the great ideas and being an inspiring af fandom!)

Juanita Tseng: V, thank you so much for taking the time today, so happy to have you here! Let me ask, is that your full name?

V: Hah. Well, obviously not, but it’s served me well for many years now.

J: Any special story behind it?

J: What’s not a secret is that most of our viewers only know you as “mystery man” so far, at least that’s how the scream sheets often choose to refer to you. How do you feel about that?

V: Well, nothing I could say against either. I like my privacy and I’m a man, so they got that right at least.

J: Hahaha, that’s fair! Even more so I’m glad we’re getting the opportunity to get to know you a bit better today. As I told you in advance, there’s some burning questions our viewers have, and everyone’s been eagerly submitting them already as we speak. So, without further ado, let’s get to the first one. When is your birthday?

V: It’s in June, but I’d like to leave it at that.

J: Interesting! Gemini or Cancer?

V: Whichever is the one that comes first.

J: That’s fair! Alright, how tall are you?

J: Who is taller?

V: Me of course.

J: Of course! Okay, next question… Ah! Let’s stay on the topic of Kerry for a moment longer. From my last interview with him we know you two met through a mutual friend.

V: That’s right.

J: How did it go? Was it love at first sight, or more of a slow burn?

V: Well, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t attracted to him when we first met. But it wasn’t love at first sight, no, more… curiosity. We crossed paths a few more times, also thanks to that friend, and got to know each other better like that. We just clicked. That’s all there is to it really.

J: Awwww, that's so sweet! Now, it’s no secret that Kerry has led a quite adventurous life and there is a bit of an age gap separating you. So, I gotta ask:

J: Only men?

V: Yup. And now the next question please, cause none of it matters.

J: Hahaha, sorry, I know I’m such a tease! But we gotta ask our viewer’s questions! Speaking of which, one of them is curious about your upbringing and cultural heritage!

V: Now that’s a 180° turn. Born and raised in and by Night City. Can’t say much about cultural heritage, as it’s a bit of a mix of many things.

V: Mh-hm.

J: Let me see… would you be up for some quick shotgun-style questions?

V: Ready when you are.

J: Favourite season?

V: Anything that doesn’t involve sandstorms.

J: Favourite flower?

V: Lotus.

J: Favourite Scent?

V: Clean bedsheets.

J: Average hours of sleep?

V: I aim to get at least 7.

J: Numer of Blankets you sleep with?

V: One or none.

J: Favourite Fictional Character?

V: Oh no, uuuhh… Hmm… No, I can’t just choose one.

J: Haha, that’s alright. Would you say you’re a bit of a nerd?

V: Oh yeah, unashamedly. Me getting started about my favorite fictional characters would be a whole interview on its own.

J: Anyway, that’s right on cue, we’re almost out of time for today! I think we could fit one… no, two more questions!

V: Alright, let’s hear ‘em.

J: What would be your dream trip?

V: Hmmm… Kerry asked me to come along for his tour next year. I imagine that could be fun.

J: Oh, definitely! By the way, dear fans, don’t miss out on buying your tickets!

V: Maybe.

J: It’s been really nice to have you here today, V!

V: Thanks again for the invite.

J: As you know, I like to end my show with a random fact, something fun I’ve heard about in the past week or something about myself! Would you like to share a random fact with the viewers today?

V: I try.

J: Haha, well, I'm glad you found your way to my little studio, too! As I said, would love to have you over again anytime!

########## a few minutes later ##########

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Thank you again for the tags! This was so much fun and really turned into its own thing beyond an OC ask meme XD I did this meme before with some slightly different and/or more in-depth answers for anyone curious [here] cause like stated back then, how Vince replies to personal questions always strongly depends on who's asking. And he might be more or less truthful about the information given or keep it all very surface-level instead, too.

For this lil story here the idea was obviously that the whole interview is basically just a promo thing for Kerry's upcoming tour xD So of course Vince is gonna support his bf if it helps boost ticket sales XDD A year earlier he might not have done it even then, because he was veeery reluctant about having their relationship be known beyond telling their closest friends. But here at this point some time in mid-to-late 2078, he'd feel secure enough with his life, their ilfe really, that he wouldn't mind being seen in the public together like this and also "outing" himself like that in front of a larger audience, for lack of a better word. It's the character growth and support of each other and a love language and everything \o/

Also: not sure who to tag at this point cause I think most of you already did this, but if you're reading this and havent answered all of Juanita's questions for your OC yet, consider yourself tagged!

[askinkiskarma]

Ok, so I need to get this off my chest because it’s been weighing heavily on my mind. I’ve never properly addressed this because I honestly think it’s not something that deserves the traffic, but my entire feed has been overwhelmed with negativity and it’s genuinely making me want to not be on here anymore.

1. I age up my characters. No, that absolutely does not make me a paedophile. You don’t like it, the door’s right there, the block button’s easily accessible, i tag my fics, you can block tags, there’s so many things you can do.

2. Throwing words with such horrible and serious connotations around as a hyperbole is not quirky and doesn’t make you interesting, it makes you an asshole who diminishes and undermines real world problems to make yourself feel better about literally the most inane of non-problems.

3. If you have time to give a shit about someone you don’t know on the internet who finds joy in some artistic relief, you haVE TOO MUCH TIME!!! I’m curious how many of you actually have any concern or involvement in anything regarding actual paedophilia, that concerns actual kids, actual real life people.

4. If you do indeed believe that someone who ages up a literal fictional tall blue alien is a “paedophile”, you genuinely, genuinely need to go out and touch some grass, BUT what absolutely KILLS me is the absolute unhinged hypocrisy: you want to think you’re better than me, you denounce my work publicly, and then FOLLOW ME and reblog my Jake smut (?!???!?). Like this actually blows my mind. So in your eyes, i am the scum of the earth, i deserve to die and go to jail cause i am “sexualising minors”, but THEN you’re ok with it when you get off to my smut that you do agree with. HOW?! You must be so flexible cause that’s some impressive mental acrobatics. Congrats!!!

5. YOU CANNOT PICK AND CHOOSE WHAT YOU’RE MORALLY SUPERIOR ABOUT!!! Pls get that through your head. If you can forgive “deviant” behaviour when you’re horny and need a Jake fic to get yourself off to, honey baby, you’re just as bad, cause you’re proving you’re willing to bend your morals for your own pleasure and selfish needs. Like PLEASE BE FOR FUCKING REAL!!!

6. This is for my readers and readers of fics in general - if you like what we write, please, please show it. I have seen/talked to several of my mutuals who want to take a step back because of so much negativity that outweighs the support at the moment. If you want to keep being able to enjoy this content, please show your favourite writers some love, especially at this time.

7. And for my mutuals/besties, please, please don’t get discouraged. I know it’s hard, and it sucks, and it’s so disheartening, but i am here to talk and here to stay, and we can get through this together. It would hurt me so badly to see genuinely talented, beautiful, creative, kind people be driven away by some lowlives with nothing better to do than bully people. Stay strong and know I’m always here for you.

This is the first and last time i will be addressing this. I will not be engaging with these people anymore, and i will be using the block button incredibly liberally going forward. Remember you’re responsible for curating your online experience. You don’t like/agree with something, FUCKING BLOCK ME. I BEG YOU.

That’s all. Stay safe and good luck, my loves. I love you. Xoxoxox

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Hoi Lost! Just something I’m pretty curious about; what is your stance on Eruri exactly? And what I mean is that what do you really envision to be their relationship? For example there are people who believe they are secret lovers and there are some who think they had mutual feelings but aren’t lovers, etc. To me I guess I’m a bit more relaxed and sometimes I really don’t think they have a concrete romantic relationship (sometimes I even think Levi is in love and Erwin cares really deeply but is generally clueless lol😋), but what is set in stone for me is the fact that romantic or not, the two of them have such a divine, almost transcendent connection, and that is enough for me to find this ship so beautiful. So what do you think? And I would love it if more people share their opinions; I’m super curious!!!!

Hoi Anon! My opinion of Eruri is the same as Isayama's - Erwin and Levi have an equal relationship based on a Deep Bond of Mutual Trust™.

Seriously though, I've been sharing my opinion on Erwin and Levi's relationship on this blog for almost a decade. I have over 100 posts tagged eruri relationship, if you read through them, hopefully that will satisfy your curiosity. This post provides a pretty good summary of my thoughts on the matter and provides links to several others. I can also recommend this post on Eruri canonicity.

If you just want the highlights though...

The thing I adore most about Erwin and Levi’s relationship is that it’s not a romance.  It’s a mature adult relationship between two war weary veterans who have spent their entire lives fighting.  Who, against the odds, have grown to trust, respect and love each other. Erwin gives Levi a purpose, a cause to fight for, and Levi gives Erwin his strength and support. Of course some of the trappings of romance are there too in the supplementary materials; the private dinners, the quiet moments watching the rain fall, the contraband tea, the gifts of fancy clothes, but it’s not the romance that matters, it’s the Deep Bond of Mutual Trust.  It’s the fact that Erwin depends on Levi and trusts him enough to reveal his deepest regrets and desires. At the same time, Levi cares so deeply for Erwin that he willingly shoulders his burden and damns humanity to let him rest in peace with his humanity intact.   

[perseidlion]

In the Skin of a Cat (Dead Boy Detectives)

In the Skin of a Cat (13179 words) by perseid_lion Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland, The Cat King | Thomas/Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, The Cat King | Thomas/Monty Characters: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, The Cat King | Thomas, Charles Rowland (DCU), Monty (Dead Boy Detectives) Additional Tags: Possession, Touch-Starved, Touch-Starved Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Roleplay, Identity Swap, Magic, Pining, Mutual Pining, Shapeshifting, Crack Treated Seriously, POV Charles Rowland (DCU), Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne Loves Charles Rowland, pov edwin pane, Bisexual Male Character, Gay Male Character, Coming Out, Gay Bar, Protective Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Protective Charles Rowland (DCU), Charles Rowland Loves Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, bisexual awakening, Romantic Comedy, Comedy, The Dreaming Realm (The Sandman), Hormones, Pansexual Character, pansexual awakening, First Time, Non-Graphic Smut, Identity Issues Series: Part 2 of Perseid_Lion's Dead Boy Detectives Summary:

The Cat King is in London, and he offers Edwin the chance to take his body for a spin. Edwin learns what it is to be alive again - but also to be seen by the world as a different person. Having Cat's libido could be a dangerous thing.

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Please note that the pairings tagged aren't super straightforward because it is a possession fic!

Chapter 1

‘Your theory is…sound. But I don’t quite understand why you would want to offer me this. It is still a theory as well, and not without risk.”

“True,” said the Cat King. “But nothing worth doing is without a bit of risk.” He paced around Edwin, sweeping his eyes up and down him. “If I don’t fight you - which I don’t intend to,” he smiled toothily, “Then no crime has been committed. And besides, the prohibition is against ghosts possessing humans. And I’m not human.” He smiled wide enough to display his pointed canines, golden eyes flashing with mirth.

They were standing in a mostly empty flat in Central London where Cat had taken up residence for the time being. They had seen each other a few times since his relocation, and Cat had even been helpful on a case or two. But there was still a great deal of tension between them. 

“That still doesn’t explain why you are offering to let me possess you. That is simply the logic for why I may not get into trouble for doing so,” said Edwin as he pinched his hands into fists and stood with his back soldier-straight.

Cat was wearing his trademark garish attire of a calf-length skirt and a black mesh shirt, with the addition of cropped black faux fur coat. He was prowling around Edwin, looking him over with open lasciviousness. “Because you deserve to feel, Edwin. I know that you have known mostly pain for far, far too long.” He stopped in front of him. “Let me take some of that away for a short while, hmmm?” Then he leaned in and whispered into Edwin’s ear, “I’d love to have you inside me.”

There were moments when Edwin doubted his own sexuality, wondering instead if he was just the sort to not be with anyone. But then Cat or Charles would do something that would cause a visceral reaction even though he was not, in fact, in possession of any viscera. Now was one of those moments. Cat’s words, coated in double entendre, made him draw in a sharp breath he didn’t need. 

“Are you so desperate for intimacy? Is that why you came up with this scheme?” barked Edwin, the snarkiness a reaction to him feeling off-balance.

“Oh, ouch,” said Cat dramatically as he pressed a hand to his chest. “You’re lucky I like it when you’re a bitch.”

Edwin’s cheeks flushed and even though it was difficult he stood up even straighter. “I apologize. That was rude of me.”

“I can’t stay mad at you,” said Cat as he reached up to straighten Edwin’s bowtie. “Come on. Admit it. You’re curious. You want to know what it’s like to feel alive again. Think of it as an academic exercise. You’d also get to know what it felt to be something other than human. Surely that could come in handy with your work?” He gave Edwin a pouty, begging sort of look, his eyes as puppyish as a cat could make them. 

Edwin was very, very tempted. His recent trip to Hell had reintroduced him to the concept of pain, as had Esther’s subsequent torture. That had been the only thing he’d felt in decades, and he did long for the more pleasurable and pleasant types of sensations of the sort the Cat King was now offering. 

The other part he refused to admit to himself was that he was deeply curious to know what it would be like to be him, in particular. There was no use denying his attraction, or his fascination - which fell into step with his annoyance and distrust. “If we do this…”

Cat’s face lit up. 

“...what are the ground rules?” finished Edwin.

“Ground rules?” 

“Yes, what am I allowed to do? What is off-limits? There simply must be rules,” said Edwin.

“Must there?” said Cat. “I trust you, Edwin. You wouldn’t do anything improper, more’s the pity,” he drawled. “But if you wanted to be improper, you have my permission.” He extended his arms.

“For what, exactly?” asked Edwin.

“Surprise me,” said Cat, his eyes flashing with excitement. “I know you’re not…worldly when it comes to things of a physical nature. How could you be? I can’t imagine you’d do anything I wouldn’t gladly do myself.”

Edwin had to admit that was likely true. Still, “If we do this I don’t intend to get frisky in your body, if that’s what you’re implying!”

Cat could tell Edwin’s resolve was wearing down, and it made him more and more pleased. “Of course you don’t intend to,” he said, with a particularly long, drawn-out purr over the word intend. “Besides, you can always talk to me. If you don’t push me aside, I’ll be able to see and hear everything. If you somehow start doing something I don’t like, I’ll be able to tell you.”

Edwin wanted a very good and logical reason to say no. But Cat had systematically removed any and all obstacles. Cat knew he was tempted, knew some part of him wanted to do it. So without any real and solid reasons to reject it…

“All right.”

Cat clapped and did a little dance. 

“But at the first sign of trouble…” Edwin held up a finger.

“...I’ll kick you out. Believe me, I don’t want to draw unwanted attention either.” Cat cleared his throat, rolled his shoulders back and held his arms out. “Go ahead.”

“Right now? Oh my.” Edwin swallowed. He realized too late he should have negotiated some time to think about it. But then he prepared himself by rolling his neck and focusing on Cat. He’d only possessed people a handful of times, and usually in desperate circumstances. That led to both he and Charles having to escape quite quickly, usually through a mirror, as the possession of a human drew immediate attention of Lost and Found. 

But now he and Charles were working for Lost and Found, and Cat’s theory about him both not fighting it and being nonhuman made sense to Edwin from what he knew of the rules. It was the psychic struggle with a human soul that raised alarm bells, and Cat’s plan involved neither a struggle nor a human soul. 

Edwin could no longer delay the possession. He either had to jump into Cat’s body, or walk away. His academic’s brain was too curious about the experience on offer to do the latter. So, after shaking his lanky limbs out and preparing himself, he strode forward and willed himself into Cat’s body, rather than manifesting solidness or passing through him. 

The experience of possessing Cat immediately felt different. Normally, when a ghost entered a human’s body, their consciousness reacted like white blood cells fighting an infection. The fight was instinctual and immediate, and it usually left little time for a ghost to direct the human’s actions before being expelled. But Cat wanted him in his body, so there was no resistance.

Everything was dark for a moment, but then Edwin felt himself slide under Cat’s skin. He opened his eyes and drew in a lungful of air. The sensation of breathing nearly overwhelmed him. He found himself alone in the flat, surrounded by makeshift furniture and dropcloths. He looked down at his hands, which were stronger and bigger than his slim academic’s hands. He touched his cheeks and found short fur that looked like stubble but felt like a cat’s. His vision was preternaturally sharp. As he looked into the shadows, his eyes shifted as his pupils dilated as night vision momentarily kicked in. 

As Edwin got used to seeing through Cat’s eyes and breathing again, he started to become more aware of his body. As his weight shifted, he felt the leather skirt bounce against his thighs. The soft fur of the cropped jacket brushed his cheek as he turned his head. As he took a step forward, he became suddenly and acutely aware that he was commando underneath the skirt. 

“Cat? Can you hear me?” said Edwin aloud. The feeling of a voice not his own vibrating in his chest was both intoxicating and disconcerting. “Wait, what happened to my accent? I sound exactly like you.”

Muscle memory, I guess. Probably a good thing. In case you run into anyone I know. They’d think I was pulling a Madonna if I suddenly sounded all posh.

Hearing Cat’s voice in his head reassured Edwin that something hadn’t gone horribly wrong. He sounded calm and amused. “You knew you were going to offer me this. The least you could have done is put on pants.”

Cat just chuckled.

Edwin clasped Cat’s hands into fists. It was his unconscious, tense habit that he’d had even when he was alive. But in ghostly form, he didn’t really feel it. He was not used to the sensation, nor the strength of his current hands. “So what shall I do now?” he asked the air.

Anything you want. 

“That is entirely unhelpful,” said Edwin as he took an experimental step forward. He tried a few more steps to get used to the feeling of motion, as well as the soft breeze that flowed up under the skirt with each step. 

Well. You could go see Charles.

Something about the sing-song note in Cat’s inner voice made Edwin suspicious. “What are you up to?”

There was no answer. He could tell that Cat’s consciousness had receded. He was no longer observing every little thing, but he could tell he was aware. 

“Bollocks,” he muttered to himself in an American accent. Then Edwin headed for the door. There was no handy mirror traversal to get him back to the office quickly, and although he could feel Cat’s magic, he didn’t yet know how to access it. So he was left with walking. It was a decent walk - twenty minutes or so. It hadn’t seemed like much when he was considering it, but as he moved down the crowded London streets, he started to think he might have made a mistake.

People were looking at him. Not just because he was currently inhabiting a living body, but because of the outrageous way he was dressed. Edwin only got the full measure of it when he passed by a reflective office building and saw himself as the world saw him. The outfit should have been utterly ridiculous, but it somehow worked - although less so with him at the helm as he didn’t carry himself with the same swaggering confidence of the body’s rightful owner. 

It wasn’t just the wild dress that drew peoples’ attention. If that had been the only feature of the way Edwin currently looked, he would have been greeted with sneers and obvious attempts to look away. 

But Cat was, in Edwin’s estimation, exceptionally handsome. The eccentric clothing just drew peoples’ eyes to him and made them realize that fact. Men and women openly admired him, though some did immediately avert their eyes. 

The eyes of the London crowds did go some way to keeping Edwin’s attention off the dozens of new sensations being embodied gave him. He could smell the fumes of the cars as they passed. He felt a breeze rattle down the street and curl up around his ankles and under his skirt. When the breeze faded, he felt his forehead cooled from where it had tickled a thin sheen of sweat. 

Now that he was moving, Edwin found the faux fur coat much too warm. He walked about a block with sweat trickling down his back before he was forced to remove it. That left him feeling very exposed, as the mesh shirt turned out to be partially open in the back and had short sleeves. 

A pair of gay men walked. One did a little vogue-like spin on the spot, gave him a once-over over the top of heart-shaped sunglasses, then snapped at him in appreciation.

Edwin just smiled awkwardly, nodded at them, and quickened his step. 

Finally, Edwin made it back to the office. He was never so glad to be off the street and away from people. He mounted the stairs and stepped forward. He stopped just short of colliding with the frosted glass of the Dead Boy Detective Agency door before he realized oh yes, he had a body. No phasing through things for the immediate future. 

Fortunately, the door was unlocked. He entered, then promptly leaned against the closed door. He turned the lock and threw the fur coat on a nearby chair. Edwin buried his face in his hands, fingers trickling over his soft, fur-like hair. “I don’t think I can do this,” he murmured to himself.

“Uh, hey.”

That wasn’t Charles’ voice.

Edwin looked up to see Monty standing there. 

“What are you doing here?” And then he remembered the last time they’d seen each other. “You’ve got some nerve coming here.” Edwin stepped forward.

Monty stepped backward and smiled nervously. “Edwin, it’s me.”

Edwin stopped and stared at Monty. “You know who I really am?”

“Yes. Um. Well, you see. I’m not Monty. It’s me. Charles.” 

Edwin’s eyes widened. “Charles?” he said incredulously.

“This is fucking aces, isn’t it?” Then Monty-Charles looked to the side and chuckled. “Feels wrong to curse with this voice. And say aces. I’ll have to watch myself.” He clears his throat, and then said in a far more Monty-ish way, “Isn’t this great?”

The scheme, it seemed was much bigger than the Cat King offering him a temptation. Somehow, he’d roped Charles and Monty into it as well.

“Well,” said Edwin tightly. “This should be interesting.”  Keep reading

[proxmojis]

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[maisonbelligavi]

Excerpt from Call It What You Want, a BelliGavi one-shot fanfic

Setting: Alternative Universe {football camp & college/university}

Pairing: Jude x Gavi

Trope: faux enemies to lovers, summer camp rivals

A few of the tags the fic itself will have: mutual pining, late night bus rides, bickering, sexual tension, making out, dirty talk, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, getting together, sappy as all hell, cause they’re both idiots in love

“What’s gonna be your major?”

“Microbiology.”

“Oh wow. That’s dope,” Jude said, thoroughly impressed.

“How about you?”

“Me?” Jude said, tone filled with surprise.

“Is there someone else here?”

“I’m studying architecture,” Jude said, couldn’t help the pride that seeped into his tone.

“Of course, you are,” Pablo snickered. “Makes perfect sense.”

Jude bristled at that. “What does that mean?”

“It means you probably can’t wait to design buildings as big and tall as your ego,” Pablo said, tone mocking. “I can’t even begin to imagine how much more narcissistic you will be then.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me,” Pablo said, and then had the audacity to softly caress Jude’s flat stomach, his fingers digging into the ridges of his abs through his flimsy shirt. It was enough to give anyone whiplash.

“I have another question.” This time, it was an outright statement, and Jude was well aware he sounded a little ruffled. Okay, he was a lot ruffled. Who could blame him though? The beautiful boy in his arms was as maddening as they come.

“I’m still waiting for the question, Bellingham,” Pablo said, tone annoyingly patronizing, while his hand seemed to have a mind of its own, travelling up Jude’s abdomen, pressing into his muscles, practically cupping his pec. His shamelessness was as arousing as it was confusing.

Was this all a game to him?

“Why do you hate me?”

Out of all the responses he expected, Pablo bursting into uncontrollable laughter was the last one. And goddammit, but even the sound of it was fucking endearing to Jude. God, he was in such trouble, it was downright pathetic.

“What makes you think I hate you?” He sounded genuinely curious, looking up at Jude with the most innocent expression, beguiling eyes all wide and hypnotizing.

Jude feared he would go daft before the bus reached Madrid. Or ended up doing something he would be slapped for. Although from the way Pablo licked his lips while maintaining eye contact, maybe, just maybe, that slap would never come.

“Well…,” Jude started but he never finished. He licked his lips instead, staring into Pablo’s eyes, his gaze dropping to the younger boy’s lips.

“You were saying,” Pablo coaxed, biting his lower lip in a way that could only be interpreted as seductive. Oh, the little devil knew exactly what he was doing. Or at the very least he had some sort of idea of the effect it was having on Jude.

He wasn’t as innocent as he looked.

Not at all.

“You were always mad mean to me during games,” Jude said, and it sounded like he was whining but he couldn’t exactly be assed. “Always shoving and shouting and insulting.”

“Aww, did I hurt your feelings? Or was it just your ego that needs everybody to put you on a pedestal?”

“That’s not…God, that’s not what this is about. I’m trying to have a real conversation here.”

“So am I. I don’t understand why you’d come to the conclusion that I hated you based on something as flimsy as my foul attitude during games.”

“So, you do know it’s a foul attitude.”

“I am nothing if not self-aware.”

Then there was no way he didn't know his touch was turning Jude on, was there?

Had he meant to brush his fingers over Jude’s left nipple just now or was it an accident? Surely, he was close enough to hear his sharp intake of breath.

Did he know the kind of effect his eyes had on Jude? Or the way he kept biting his lower lip? If he was as self-aware as he claimed, then he wasn’t oblivious to any of it, was he?

Or was all of it in Jude's head?

[dr3mvaalmar]

Together | Kinktober Day 11

Pairing: Solomon x reader

Prompt: Shopping (sfw)

Summary: Cocytus Hall feels... off. Solomon and the reader decide to go out together to get decorations and groceries. This simple excursion brings the two of them closer than ever before.

Warnings/Tags: None that I know of, besides a sexual innuendo

Author Note: This is from Obey Me! Nightbringer. I haven't got very far in the story so sorry for any mistakes! Also, on another note, I can't believe I've gotten this far into Kinktober/Flufftober. The support means a lot <3

Cocytus Hall seemed empty and foreboding as I walked and explored the rooms and corridors. There was little to offer after ending up in the past. The antediluvian mansion lacked the homey essence and charm of the House of Lamentation. Not to mention, Solomon seemed somber without Simeon and Luke to keep him company at Purgatory Hall. The drastic change took a significant toll on both of us.

“(Y/n), good morning,” Solomon greeted, handing me a cup of tea as I entered the dining room. I noticed Solomon woke up early this morning for whatever reason. I woke up a multitude of times last night. I noticed his absence beside me and decided to get dressed. I was curious, as he’s been acting slightly aloof lately. A bit detached but also more protective of me. He would go out occasionally or accompany me wherever I may go. It seemed unusual, considering I was still independent like before. 

“‘Morning,” I retorted, grabbing a snack from the kitchen. It was silent but a peaceful silence. I joined him as he sat at the table, and we drank our tea. Solomon held a book in front of him. I couldn’t read the details, but it felt related to our predicament. Even though we didn’t reminisce about what we lost or talked about the circumstances much, there was still a mutual understanding. Words wouldn’t compare to what we truly felt, nor would it help.

“I’m going shopping for dinner tonight,” Solomon piped up as he set down his tea. “I was thinking we could cook Gyudon. What do you think?”

“Sounds delicious. Don’t forget the eggs,” I replied, sipping the remnants of my drink. Solomon looked at me expectantly. I paused, unsure of his hidden request. Then, it hit me. “Would you like me to go with you?” “Is that a question? Of course. I encourage it, even,” Solomon chuckled, getting up from his seat. “I’m going to get dressed. It won’t be long before we leave.”

I nodded my head, watching him leave. I sighed, the chair below me creaking under my weight. I might as well get ready while I still have time. For some reason, leaving Cocytus Hall excited me. Claustrophobia set in the more I lingered in this building. 

After a short while, we convened in the dining room. We both smiled at each other, finding a distraction from the stifling atmosphere. We finally had an excuse to leave, not as one, but together.

“Shall we go?” Solomon asked, holding out his hand. The edges of my eyes crinkled as I accepted it without hesitation.

“Yes, we shall!”

Despite being the morning, the Devildom was always dark and dreary. A cold, brisk breeze swept past us, causing me to huddle up closer to Solomon. On our way to the shops, I walked in tandem with his steps. Absentmindedly, I rocked our interlocked hands back and forth. I was giddy, as we hadn’t gone out together like this in a while. Something often interfered, whether it was business with the brothers or Solomon was occupied with his own tasks.

“Where do you want to go first?” Solomon asked as we neared the plaza. I contemplated for a moment, our footsteps echoing in the silence. Yet, I perked up when I saw a bright sign in the distance.

“Oh! We should look at Hell Depot,” I said, pointing to a large store. Inside was a variety of furniture and home needs. Since Cocytus Hall seemed so empty, maybe a few items would lighten the mood. 

“We can go, but only if you promise not to spend all of our grimm on pretty trinkets,” Solomon teased, squeezing my hand tighter. I laughed as we walked towards the store.

As we entered, I realized the building was much bigger than it looked outside. They had various styles of furniture and lots of materials for projects. It was so overwhelming. Solomon and I perused for a bit, commenting on the various items.

“Look, these drapes are so pretty,” I said, grasping the end of the display curtain’s fabric. “It would give us a little privacy.”

“I agree, especially for the bedroom,” Solomon said with a wink. I felt my face grow hot but effectively ignored his comment. I tried not to let him see me so flustered, but I could hear him laugh.

As we entered another aisle, I squealed with delight as I saw a plushie on one of the shelves. It was Baphomet. Baphomet had a bad reputation in the human world, but here it was a cute mascot. It reminded me of Hello Kitty from the human world.

“Aw, it’s so cute! I kind of want it. What do you think, Sol?”

“You and your love for soft things,” Solomon said, a playful cadence to his voice. “Though I do admit, it does suit you. You’re both quite adorable, aren’t you?”

I tried to respond, but the words left me. I cradled the plushie in my arms, giving it a firm squeeze. It was so cute and fluffy. It would certainly comfort me at night.

“You’re so silly,” I finally responded. I didn’t dare place the plushie back. “Though, it’s so strange that Baphomet is so misunderstood in the human world. Here, it stands for unity, balance, and cuddles!”

“Cuddles, you say?” Solomon chuckled, grabbing the plushie from me. He observed it for a moment, petting the soft fur. He handed it back. “Well, if you’re buying that plushie, should I expect more competition?”

“Oh? Jealous of a little plushie, Solomon?”

“Only if it gets more attention than I do,” Solomon said as we walked away. We grabbed a few items. Just enough where we could carry them all. Then, we decided to grab some ingredients from the market.

There were some street vendors along the way. Solomon noticed my eyes lingering a little longer than usual on each food stand. He ushered me to one of them. In big, bold letters, it said “Hellfire Roc.”

“Would you like to try some?” Solomon asked as the vendor looked at us eagerly. I was hesitant but plucked a piece from the platter while shrugging. I ate the morsel, throwing away the toothpick. Suddenly, a burning sensation engulfed my entire throat.

“Solomon!” I exclaimed, coughing and sputtering. He only giggled, looking very amused while I suffered. My face felt blazingly hot, both from embarrassment and the spiciness. Solomon held up a finger, rummaging in his pocket for something.

“Here, drink this,” Solomon said, offering a flask. I downed the liquid in an instant, relishing the cool sensation. Despite being only water, it seemed to dispel the pain. Was it a literal fire?

“Devildom spicy chicken,” Solomon said, a bit late to inform me now. “Though, I underestimated how spicy it would be.”

“You could’ve said something,” I groaned, rubbing my sore throat. Solomon thanked the cook before we walked off elsewhere. 

“I’m sorry, but you have to admit, it was quite the experience.”

Solomon and I went to the market, finally procuring the ingredients for tonight’s dinner. The more I thought about the Gyudon, the more my mouth salivated. Yet, my stomach felt queasy from the sample we tried.

We gathered everything up in a basket, balancing the already-bought decor with the food. It was a bit of a handful, but we managed. We took everything to the cash register, a demon looking at us a bit too eagerly. This demon had incredibly sharp teeth pulled back into an intimidating smile.

“Hello, find everything alright?” he asked, taking our items as we placed them down. We both nodded. As he got to the end of the line, Solomon started counting his grimm.

“Interesting,” the demon commented. I tilted my head. Solomon didn’t heed him as he placed the money in the demon’s hands. “This is good quality demonus. Celebrating something special tonight or just a regular dinner as husband and wife?”

I tried to maintain my composure, the ‘husband and wife’ catching me off guard. Solomon only smirked before pulling me closer by my waist. I tried to make a sound but groaned internally, deciding to play along.

“Yes, my lovely wife and I thought we’d whip up something special tonight,” Solomon retorted sarcastically, kissing my temple. My eyes widened, and I felt even more vulnerable in public. Why would he do that in front of the cashier??

The cashier looked shocked for a moment before he chuckled, “Ah, you got me there! You two are just too good together. I had no idea. But if you do make it official, remember to drop by and let me know. I do weddings on the side!”

“We’ll keep that in mind. Thank you,” Solomon responded, laughing. We gathered our bags and started on our trek home. After we were out of earshot, I turned towards Solomon.

“‘My wife.’ Really?” I asked, furrowing my brows. Yet, I wouldn’t admit that it made my heart flutter when he said that.

“I just thought I’d have a little fun,” Solomon said with a playful wink. “Besides, seeing you all flustered is always a delight.”

I sighed, feigning annoyance, but I couldn’t hide my creeping smile. The whole interaction had my heart beating rapidly in my chest. Even if it was a simple remark.

“I can’t believe you said that,” I said, a giggle rising from my throat. Solomon’s mischievous grin stayed plastered on his face.

“Well, we’ve been living together, shopping together, and basically doing everything together. From an outsider’s perspective, it isn’t that far-fetched.”

As we walked, there was a comfortable silence. The streets started to buzz to life. The noise was a comfortable backdrop as my mind replayed today’s events on repeat. Somehow, the weight of the groceries seemed less cumbersome. Everything fell into just the right places.

Finally, I mustered up the courage to ask, “Solomon, were you completely joking? Or is there a hint of truth in there?”

“Being with you in these times, the highs and the lows, has brought us closer than I ever anticipated. Do labels matter that much?”

“No,” I admitted, but I secretly wanted to say ‘yes.’ “But the intent, the depth of the feeling behind it. I’m curious about that.”

Solomon paused for a bit, conjuring an appropriate response. Every step of ours seemed like an eternity. At this point, I wondered why it mattered so much to me.

“I might not grasp every nuance of human emotion but what I do know is this: You mean more to me than any title or label. What we share transcends definitions.”

Finally, we arrived to Cocytus Hall as I ruminated on his words. As Solomon opened the door for me, I noticed his gaze soft and tender. It made me feel comfortable. Safe.

Without another word, I hugged him, burying my face into his chest. From today all the way to this moment, I will remember it. I cherished every second and wanted to show how much he meant to me.

“Thank you,” I said, looking into his eyes. Solomon’s hand reached my chin, grasping it before placing a soft kiss on my lips. It was simple and brief, yet it held a power that resonated all throughout me. My bags dropped beside me as I reached up to grasp his hair. It was the perfect end to a wonderful day. I didn’t realize how much I needed for this moment to happen.

“Solomon, you mean more to me than any words could convey,” I told him, wrapping my arms around him. “I just want to be together with you.”

“In every realm and timeline, in every twist of fate, it’s always been you. And it always will be.”

[fated-normal-767]

Dreamt about some sort of human/sheep marriage where the sheep gets weirdly onsessed with the human-who I think was a bunny until halfway through?- and also it might’ve been the other way around . The narration and the visuals of the dream sequences in my dream meant to show the obsession were off . Anyways the human overhears the sheep being weird and obsessive and is so sick of being pressured into it that they plan on murdering the sheep and then my dad came in to say we were going to a different state somehow? And also for some reason we were hiring him for something ? Also everyone kept misunderstanding what I was saying . Like in the middle of the sheep and human part of events, I made a tumblr post about it, and one of my mutuals (not like an actual mutual, just a made up guy who I knew instinctually was a mutual) tagged it as the show and ‘asexual’ and seemed to completely misunderstand the point I was making -In this dream I think was aroallo and that’s why I was so mad about that?- and I tried to curse them out but I couldn’t type well and I gave up . Then later on I realized their analysis made sense, even if they did misunderstand my point of view, and wanting to give them hell for something they couldn’t understand was actually a huge dick move . Anyways now I feel bad about that . I’m also really curious about how the human kills the sheep for being stupid and weird and obsessive .

(It’s also funny cause the dream sequence used to show the sheep’s obsession is just the most innocent way of them frolicking in a field together and the narrator is like ‘sick and twisted and fucked up!!!’ Also the human/bunny’s dream sequence was actually really beautiful and featured all of his aspirations . Also the human was the one from animal crossing)

Sorry for boring you with this . Just had the urge to write this down inexplicably .

This is so fascinating to me for an indiscernible reason but specifically the way you’ve managed to capture exactly how things change in dreams without it making sense but you just dont acknowledge it.

[yugocar]

tag directory 

decided to do a little tag directory, for anyone whose ever been curious what my silly little long tags are for! i treat these like personal little archives, so i’m constantly cleaning them up 

art

‘on the question of art’ - art history, fine arts

‘on the topic of art’  - contemporary illustration / animation / digital art

‘till the devil whispered behind the leaves’ - texts about art, art theory, discussions about art (primarily visual art)

‘a story is true a story is untrue’ - discussions about narrative particularly in the context of various media

‘personal art vault’ - my favourite artist and works of art, usually means i’ve reflected on these works/artist in a more serious capacity

“we do not judge the object but what it tells us” - eastern european art. made by, made in or made about.

‘lgbtq art / balkan art / comics zines and artbooks / history of propaganda // gen art tag

specific / themed

‘who suffered death because she chose to turn’ - on nostalgia and memory. this is a topic i work with and research a lot

‘the stories we want to believe are the ones that survive’ - things that resonate with me personally, usually in the context of my artistic practice

‘parallel lines meet at infinity’ - web-weavings and things adjacent to web weavings

‘gastarbajter tag’ - a tag for my experiences with moving/living abroad. a mix of personal posts, transitioning from eastern european culture to western european culture and bits about nostalgia/immigration/exile/etc

‘yugocars impromptu art club’ - my ongoing attempts at having conversations about art (film/music/literature/etc) with followers/mutuals, cause its neat!

‘the robot cycle’ - robot things which are also a personal metaphor for me trying to live with autism which is also just some overall collection on what being human means ? hope that helps

“you will tell me stories of the sea and the ones you left behind” - everything about leaving

healing tag - a collection of art and words that focus on gentle thing and the fact that life goes on

personal nostalgia collection - what it says on the tin. this contains primarily things from ‘90/early 2000′s.

on the problem of flesh - reflection on the difficulty of having a body and what to do with it

the infant’s wail - the base desire and desperation to be seen and loved

the poison seeps through - all things regarding the strange reality of family

with these clumsy hands - collection of how humanity stumbles through life

how the world ends - what it says on the tin

metamorphosis of monstrosity -

on betrayal / on love / on friendship / on violence / on homecoming / on sisterhood / on grief /  on longing / on being understood / on the visual / roads left behind / swan song / on solitude / on gentleness / on salvation / on divinity / on haunting / past the final hour (on resiliance) / on tragedy /

general

‘soon nostalgia will be another name for europe’ - pretty much everything connected to europe, i dont tag most purely balkan things with it because i have a separate tag for that

‘balkan youth have always outlived evil times’ - tag for all things balkan. primarily ex-yu countries, but sometimes also other places

‘you must have soul crushing hope to be this afraid of missing it’ - a very long title for what is essentially a ‘me’ tag

‘the world’ - as it says on the tin, pictures from all over the world, from different cultures. it isnt a tag with critical texts, just a tag to appreciate the diversity of this world

samenleving en politiek - a broad tag that contains politics, social commentary, etc

‘reading logs’ - whatever i read and feel like sharing, usually small bits from the texts.

logs - me talking. blacklist if you wanna ignore the silly stuff i say

love visualized - all kind of moments of love and intimacy

‘ee tag’ - eastern europe tag. if it doesnt have an elaborate name yet, i’m still workshopping it!

lgbtq history / lgbtq tag / ee lgbtq tag (eastern europe)

on living / a bit of humanity / a bit of laughter / media corner / general gaming tag / arthuriana / superhero stories and such / future past of the internet / music corner

autism tag / mental health tag / dutch tag / mental health refs /

my own stuff

endless list of world war one artist / endless list of female artists

my edits / my art

[hyperpocky28]

Intro Post

Hello and welcome to my magnificent blog! This is where I’ll post my art, both OC content and fan works. I also write fanfiction on occasion, but don’t do this nearly as often as I did. If you’re curious, you can check my works on ao3 under the same username as here.

DNI:

the basics (homo/transphobic, racist, xenophobic, etc), if you talk about or share content about getting high/doing drugs frequently (just cause of personal stuff dw it’s not a moral high ground thing)

Some facts you may want to know:

- Most things you need to know about me are in my bio. If you have further questions you can send in an ask, but please nothing too personal (:

- Autism beast (as well as assorted mental illnesses but shhh)

- I don’t post frequently but I do check DMs and notifications!!

- I do not repost.

- The tag “hypertrix” is for me and my BFF forever Netrix (@NetrixAswell). We are not in a relationship and I feel like I should clarify this now because they are definitely trying to court me and will definitely be saying some weird things

- I love making friends!! Don’t be afraid to DM me if we’re mutuals

- I also love to block people!! If I don’t like you, you’re gone. Oops :p

Fandoms I am in:

- Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

- Clone High (I refuse to watch season two sorry)

- Starkid, mostly TGWDLM

- The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

- The Walten Files

- Danganronpa (as well as DRDT and SDRA2)

- My Little Pony G4

There’s plenty of stuff I didn’t mention here, likely because I’m not very active in the fandoms, so don’t be afraid to strike up a conversation with me about something like Pokémon. Love those guys.

Also if you talk to me about any of my previous shows (My Man Godfrey, Beauty and the Beast, Addams Family, Radium Girls, Into the Woods) you will be trapped in a vortex of excitement. Live laugh love high school drama club.

That’s all bye bye

[blogfordantreacy]

15 questions and 15 mutuals

Thank you for the tags @kittensittin and @broadwayfreak5357! Sorry it’s taken me forever to do this, I’m anxious and lazy sometimes lol. But it means a lot that yall thought to tag me 🥹

were you named after anyone?

Not a person, but my gov’t name is based off of this story: “Once Noah’s ark was completed, the skies opened and rain fell for forty days and nights until the entire earth was covered with water and no living thing survived except those within the safety of the ark. When the skies cleared and another forty days had passed, Noah released a raven. Noah’s raven “went forth to and fro, until the waters were dried up from off the earth.” Only when a dove Noah sent out after the raven no longer returned did Noah decide it was time to leave the ark and the mountain top upon which it rested.”

when was the last time you cried?

Mmm probably last week? During household stressors lmfao

do you have kids?

Nope, but I have 4 niblings that I love more than life itself

do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not really? I think it’s cause I have a hard time understanding sarcasm when others use it (neurodivergence baby!) and idk it’s just not my style. I’m more of a facial expressions when exasperated, and also just not a very negative or cynical person. But occasionally I am!

what's the first thing you notice about people?

Ahhhh, usually what they are wearing maybe? Or their hair? I don’t even know

what's your eye color?

Brown, nothin to write home about

scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings > scary movie, but complicated endings > happy endings sometimes. When it makes sense. But sometimes you just need a happy ending. Plus I don’t like most scary movies.

any special talents?

Uhhhh idk! I have a lot of patience, which makes me good at my job. Im good at finding good people for jobs (like a good plumber or whatever). Im really good at Guitar Hero? I play on like expert. Idk these aren’t really talents…

where were you born?

Ohio!

what are your hobbies?

Reading/writing fic, going out to eat lol, doing nature things, traveling, baking, bike riding sometimes. And music and podcasts, I listen to a lot of both.

have any pets?

One! A cat. He’s p alright (I’m not a big pet person but my partner is)

what sports do you play/have you played?

Uhhh I’ve tried my hand at several different sports as a kid, but played soccer the longest. Mostly defense or goalie. I’d love to play dodgeball or rugby these days.

how tall are you?

Like 5’2? Short king

favorite subject in school?

Mmmm probably English or math (sans geometry, fuck that class lol). I loved learning, still do, but don’t like homework or busywork, and I don’t love the way we do education in the US. But I had some wonderful teachers and my mom, who have always encouraged my natural curiosity and wanting to get better at things. I’m a super curious person!

dream job?

I do really love what I do now! Working in a library is a blast. I also think working at NPR would be so cool, but I don’t have a radio voice. Honestly my dream is to shadow/intern at 12 different jobs for 1 year.

Tagging @rosy-avenger, @its-very-cold-in-space and whoever else wants to go I don’t even know who I’m mutuals with at this point 😂

[loopeyfluff]

get to know your tumblr friends ❤️

Rules: (If I tagged you, please do not feel obligated to do this) tag some (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the questions below! — tagged by @swordsmans THANKU SM :DDDD I LOVED UR ZOLU FANFIC WITH ALL MY HEART AND IM SO GLAD U TAGGED ME (๑´▽｀๑ )!!!

Last Song: Monster by YOASOBI (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

Three Ships: I COULDN’T AGREE MORE ABOUT NAKAMASHIP????? In the most familial sense!!! There’s this one piece song (oretachi wa family) WHICH HAS THE WHOLE CREW VOICE ACTOR’S SINGING ABOUT BEING NOT FRIENDS, NOT SIBLINGS, BUT FAMILY!!!!! (Which is great cause im not the biggest fans of shoving the strawhats into traditional nuclear family roles like moms or what not anyways) AND IT’S THE NAKAMASHIP I LOVE IN MY LIFE :DDD My top ship from the last fandoms i was in is serirei and geraskier, i am extremely fond of both of them and i hope they continue being funky and gay!

Currently Reading: im on my one piece reread (im just getting to enies lobby), but im going to read THE ADVENTURE ZONE 11TH HOUR GRAPHIC NOVEL very soon!!! IM SOOO EXCITED HAHAHAHAH

Last Movie: A rewatch of Anne Frank the animated movie :3 Tho i only rewatched it half way, the full last movie i watched was mean girls

Craving: nothing in particular, but im on an art excursion and im about to have some fancy dinner prepared by this fancy place, so im hyped :DD

I’m Tagging: @staryeclipse ( @artystary incase shadowban ping doesnt work) (ONE OF THE OG TUMBLR MUTUALS OF ALL TIMES!!! And a certified cutie patootie and super gamer), @notahorseindisguise (funny person alert), @shablonkamightcry (rlly cool person alert), @ifollowpeoplewhoithinkarecool (can’t find a username nerd alert), @rainbowtie32 (IS LEIK LITERALLY MY CLONE ALERT????), @eonslice, @mypeachsoulcreator (i see u liking my posts n im curious about what connection made u follow me °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°) , @arowanaprincess (a couple yrs ago i followed a drawing-prompts post where i drew one of ur ocs and then u followed my art blog (fluffyartblog but it used to be called USartblog) and i think u were one of my first non friend followers and i get vry happy when i see u in my notifs every now and then!!!), @ace-no-isha (big fan of ur one piece tangents, keep up the good work :3)

[trickedmask]

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'Please don't take off my mask... revealing dark.' -- This is an independent, and semi selective blog for Joker. I take a lot of inspiration from the game but have crafted my own backstory to Joker that heavily ties into the reasoning of his character traits.

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My portrayal of Joker is based on my headcanons with insp from their original content.

My activity mostly depends on my health conditions(GERD & IBS) and the fact I am dealing with job hunting. This will be the main reasons if I am every slow/ever go a bit MIA. But if I ever go on break I will make a post about it.

I am a semi-selective blog and mutuals only! I am OC friendly.

I do have a discord! You may ask for it if we are mutuals and if you want to plot and what not and of course just chat ooc.

TRIGGERS, PLEASE TAG - TW: GORE, TW: SPIDERS, TW: BUTTERFLY, TW: ZOMBIES !!

About mun: Jupiter. Pronouns: she/her. Timezone: EST!

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I. This is a mutuals blog only, please respect that.

II. I  deal with something called GERD, which is Gastroesophageal reflux disease, and IBS, which is Irritable bowel syndrome. It is a big reason, along with anxiety/depression that sometimes makes it hard for me to focus a lot and if I suddenly have low activity that is a big reason why. I'll do my best to not complain about it a lot ooc cause I do not wish to bother ppl with it, but it's just a heads up.

III. Please note that the mun is going through the job hunt process so sometimes I may be active for a while but then I may disappear for a bit, causing me to take some time with replies. Please understand♥

✶ IMPORTANT NOTES ✶

IV. Please, no godmodding my characters! Thank you ♥

V. I have a discord! If we are mutuals feel free to ask for it to plot and whatnot!

VI. SEMI-SELECTIVE BLOG. If I do not rp/follow with you, please do not take offence. Sometimes I may not because I don't see a way for our muses interacting/I may not know character too well sorry :x 

VII. I am open to AU’s and rping with OC’s! If you are an OC though, it would be nice if you would have an about page. Just so I can get the feeling of your character. Or, just make sure to tell me about your character if you wish to RP with me c:

VIII. When it comes to rping with characters from the same fandom, I roleplay the way I believe they would act with this person based on my idea of their relationship. This does not mean I am forcing you to automatically like/act the same way toward them. It’s just the way I believe they would act towards him/her.

✶ TAGGING & WRITING ✶

IX. I am open to any type of threads except extreme gore. Action is fine, and talk of blood is as well but if it goes into great detail I can not handle it. I am very sensitive about it, sorry.

X. If you ever reply to one of my asks, I prefer it if you put it in a separate post c:

XI. Please!!! tag these things if you post them because I am very sensitive: TW: GORE, TW: SPIDERS, TW: BUTTERFLY,  TW: ZOMBIES

XII. While rping Joker, I have my own headcannons about him.. You do not have to agree with them but please respect them. I also wanna give a shoutout to my one friend who has helped me develop so many of my headcanons. She a real one♥

✶ SHIPPING ✶

XIII. I am open to having relationships built with my muse but please do not force it on me. I’m not trying to be mean, and it does not mean I do not like you. I just believe that our characters need to get to know each-other and develop their relationship. Again, don’t take offence if my muse does not get along with yours.

✶ OTHER ✶

XIV. If you are curious and may think you know me hah, here are my other blogs I used to rp my muses on: Noctis, Yuri, Alm, Aladdin, Cloud, and others but.. So long ago lol.

XV. I will not interact with muses from the following fandoms: fruit basket, anything fully associated with FULL ON horror.. If you are a multi muse and happen to have characters from these fandoms that’s fine, as long as you have others I can interact with.

✶ NSFW ✶

XVI. Mun is of age. But Joker is not, though there may be some implications of nsfw due to Joker’s nature, no nsfw threads will occur. Perhaps in some timeskip verse? But I am unsure. I will not do nsfw with minors. PLEASE do not lie about your age.

XVII. There will be dark themes on this blog due to Joker’s  story and past.

XVIII. I always tag topics like, suicide, abuse, self hate, depression, blood. The way I tag triggers is tw: word. Or word // If you want me to add any/if I forget to tag something, LET ME KNOW♥

XIX. What will NOT be present on this blog ever is, rape, incest, pedophillia, racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism. (I’m running blank but these seem like the obvious, will add to it if I think of any.)

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Okay, so who’s the Sky High Squad?

Or, rather, who was the Sky High Squad before they disbanded post-Shiver-vs-Frye-vs-Big Man?

Here’s all the info you need to know (and maybe don’t) placed under the cut for your convenience.

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In General

All three have ties to the Story Mode Agents in some way, as we’ll soon see. Some are more direct than others.

Their Sky High outfits had space-themed outfits in some way. Now that they’re separate, they may be trying out new styles on the battlefield.

While one of them left on mutually good terms, the other two had a falling out with each other after the Deep Cut Splatfest. It’s unclear whether or not they’ll be reunited anytime soon.

They had considered adding another member to the team, but it never really happened. That’s why they’ve been referred to as “The Sky High Trio” and not “The Sky High Squad” up until now.

Each of them have separate Anarchy Ranks, though I myself only have one of them. These ranks I consider the canonical ranks, and will be referring to them as such.

They are sort of known in the Splatsville scene, but only to certain groups. Honestly, their falling out might’ve given them more publicity than if they just worked their Deep Cut differences out.

Also, um.. I don’t know which of the three came with the team name. Maybe all three had similar ideas, then somebody blended the best parts together? I don’t think any of them would be fighting over who came up with it..

Mazarine Jett

(Should be around 15 to 16 years old at this current time. Acts a lot more street-savvy than she should be.)

An Octoling born and raised in Splatsville. She grew up in a rough-and-tumble household, which helped mold her bold personality and strong leadership.

Unfortunately, said boldness leads to stubbornness— Which resulted in Sky High’s disbandment.

When not in Turf War, her ink in public appearances varies between a dark blue and a bright yellow. Anything that matches her Space Commander outfit, really.

Her rank in Anarchy Battle should canonically be in S or X by now.. if her sudden disappearance from the Turf War scene hasn’t caused any major drops.

It’s rumored that her vanishing has something to do with the fact that she was involved in the Squidbeak Alterna Mission. Namely that she tag-teamed with Roku, an inkling who also was labeled as New Agent 3. If this is true, then Mazarine and Roku are most likely explaining themselves to the Squidbeak Splatoon at the moment.

On a lighter note, all of her weapons (including her prized Ballpoint Splatling Nouveau) and gear are in good hands… Hopefully.

The other two members of Sky High have joked about Mazarine’s music taste— Especially Aisu, who often claims that the best way to find Mazarine is “to start playing Deluge Dirge at a concert”. I’m sure there’s other bands Mazarine likes, but Omega 3 seems to be the most known favorite.

And, talking about Aisu…

Aisu “Babe” Kuriimu

(Surprisingly, she’s 16 going on 17. You probably wouldn’t know that from the way she acts sometimes…)

The daughter of a wealthy sweets salesman, Aisu has moved to Splatsville to get a better feel for “the underwater tides”… AKA The street life.

She joined the Sky High Trio after learning about Mazarine being an Octoling. She had never really seen an Octoling up close before, so she got curious.

They hit it off fast, despite having some obvious differences. With Jett’s help, Aisu finally got her act together in the Turf War scene.

Her canonical Anarchy Rank was in B, but now she’s moved up to A. However, she’s taken a break to focus on life outside of Turf War— Especially since she might have hit her first brand deal with SquidForce.

She’s been known to strike fast with her Splatana Wiper, though this usually gets her splatted in Anarchy Battles. At least she’s determined enough to keep this strategy?

Aisu has cited Frye as an inspiration for her stage presence on the overall Turf War scene. “…Her energy really gets everybody buzzing,” Aisu told a local newspaper the week of the Deep Cut Showdown, “…And it takes a lot of skill to train eels!…That’s what I try to bring to each match: Good vibes and really good splats.”.

Also, in case anyone’s wondering, Aisu came up with the nickname of “Babe” herself. In her own words, the reasons were ‘it’s a lot easier to say’ and ‘I am the baby of the Kuriimu family, so it fits’.

(She doesn’t know Babe can mean something other than “baby”. Give her time.)

Fun fact: When she was in the Sky Highs, she donned an outfit much like a sci-fi fighter from some TV show. Now that the group has disbanded, she wears a much fancier outfit.

Fun fact: There are rumors that she snuck into Octo Canyon after Agent 4 (“Mara”) left, but neither of the relevant Squidbeak Splatoon agents have commented on this.

Gabi [Last Name TBD]

(Around 18 or 19 by the time of this bio. Is most likely the actual mature one of this group..)

An Octoling who’s done a lot of moving. She grew up in Octo Valley, then fled to Inkopolis Square at age 14, but finally felt at home in Splatsville just recently. Calling her a restless octopus is probably an understatement.

Because of her upbringing, she’s very involved in technology and challenging ones limits. She was essentially the strategist of The Sky Highs for that reason.

She actually doesn’t participate in Turf Wars that often, probably because she did them so much back in Inkopolis Square. She’s shown up less because of the disbandment, but she seems to be doing well.

In fact, she’s in a magazine column called “Gabi Gabs”: An advice-giving back-and-forth between new players and Gabi. One special feature built into her column is that she sneaks in ‘QR codes’ into certain highlighted words. These codes can be scanned by your phone, which sends you to either a cool Turf War highlight or a guide made by Gabi herself.

She’s made reference to an old friend of hers named Coral, sometimes reminiscing on those days of “going subway cruising and taking on 8-Bsll challenges”. Nobody at the magazine publishers or the general Splatsville public has any idea who or what she’s exactly referring to.

The only hint towards Coral and the subway’s identities that fans have discovered is a playlist of songs that remind Gabi of Coral. It mainly contains Off The Hook classics and DJ Dedf1sh’s greatest hits, which prompts speculation about it being Agent 8 and the Deepsea Metro. Gabi has only responded with a coral-colored smiley emoticon.

Fun fact: Her canonical Anarchy Battle Rank was in C because of the aforementioned lack of playtime.

She may or may not have a relative that’s also moved to Splatsville recently. If anyone’s curious, I can provide info on that one in a separate Splatoon OC post.