#the a different world intro tho!!!!!

[viperwhispered]

Aunt Nerine

After some shenanigans in a few inboxes I figured I might as well commit to the bit, so…

Are you having trouble with matters of the heart? Are things standing still between you and someone you care about? Do the words remain unsaid, the feelings not shown or shared?

No worries! Aunt Nerine is here to help – whether you want her or not.

(Huge thanks to @moonyasnow for all their work in making such a lovely chibi! They really did an amazing job turning my sketch and ideas into something so wonderful, and I'm so happy to see the results.)

Aunt Nerine is a fae, fairly human-sized if a bit short (about 155 cm / 5' 1"). However, even though she's a fae, her wings are not real. She actually wears them purely for the aesthetic, using magic to animate them if she's so inclined.

While she’s not as long-lived as for example the dragon fae, she has been around for a while. All that experience has left her with plenty of things up her sleeve – or on the tip of her wand, as it may be.

Aunt Nerine’s signature spell, Red String of Fate, allows her to identify mutual fondness between individuals. It also let's her know if said individuals are freely expressing their feelings to each other, or holding them back.

However, her spell doesn’t tell her the nature of that fondness, so the feelings between the people could be anything from romantic to familial or platonic.

And if there are two (or more) individuals, clearly caring for each other but not acting on it… Well, it would only be oh so kind of aunt Nerine to help the people involved take the next step.

Basically, no mutual pining is happening on her watch – and she’s got just the spells to help end such a state of affairs.

Truly, a fairy godmother to us all, just trying to usher in the happy ever afters.

It just really is a shame that some people just don’t know how to be grateful for it. (One day she'll be allowed to visit Briar Valley again. One day.)

Recently, aunt Nerine has set up a little clinic (as she calls it) on Sage’s Island, promising to attend to any matters of the heart.

Sometimes she also just wanders around the island – including the Night Raven campus – helping those she believes are in need of that little push.

Though on occasion she's just there to meet Lilia for their little tea times – though she’s always the one bringing the pastries.

Basically, what this all means is that aunt Nerine is here to throw your charas or ships into situations hopefully provide some fun fodder for scenes or imagines with your characters or ships.

So, if you'd like to see her meddle with help your ocs and ships, then please let me know! I'll then see if I can come up with something to come into your inbox with. 

You can also send your chara to my inbox and have them come in asking for help / for a consultation, or what have you.

I might also throw her into a few inboxes uninvited, but it's always easier throwing shenanigans at people when I know they're welcomed.

In short, I'm very much open to all sorts of interactions with Nerine – that's basically what she is for.

Tagging some moots if y'all wanna have a look: @diodellet @scint1llat3 @bibi-cha

[jakowskis]

u kno when ppl have those rlly silly long fandom-specific dnis in their carrds that are like 'dni if u think scrunglus is not glorpo. and if u think scrunglus is squeegee tbh u should die.' im getting close to that point with torchwood i cannot lie.

[brutal-out-here]

Of course I have like three first avenger fanfics that never got past the first chapter and what’s the problem with that

[stealingyourbones]

Your honor he’s a secret fourth thing and that’s called Being Jimmy Olsen

I think, in this instance him just being Jimmy is funnier, A regular living human being thrown into the absurdity of the ghost zone with no previous knowledge of it. Jimmy Olsen is an everyman in comics and sometimes just being a normal guy who deals with just completely wild shit is the perfect guy to roll with the punches, now suddenly a knight in a ghost kingdom he knows no customs of or ghost tradition.

The head operatives of the GIW create a secure message chat to discuss the future plans after having successfully capturing the menace Phantom… not realizing they added reporter of the Daily Planet Clark Kent to the group chat.

[aestherin]

— I CAN SEE YOU ⊹₊⟡⋆

scaramouche x f!reader social media au

SUMMARY — you’ve been stanning scaramouche, a soloist, since before you can even remember. with the thinking that “he is out of your reach” and “we live in different worlds” already ingrained on your mind, just what are the odds that he already happens to be one of your stan account mutuals?

status: on-going | taglist: closed

genres: social media au, celebrity au, modern au, crack, fluff, a sprinkle of angst (?), hidden identities

extras: playlist — [click here] 🤍 (still a wip tho hehe)

author's notes:

3rd smau hello???

privacy (my ayato smau) spinoff !! scara will finally have his own story after 2? 3? years ToT

updates may be inconsistent, i don't have a posting schedule :>

again, idk what i'm doing haha

english is not my first language so expect grammatical and typographical errors (bear with me please :"D)

will contain swearing

ılıılıılıılıılı FEATURED ARTISTS. ---- sky.

----- scara.

TRACKLIST. ılıılıılıılıılı

intro (prologue): being a scara stan

track 01: him again ▸ track 02: make me track 03: not in public ▸ track 04: three months track 05: late ▸ track 06: our little secret track 07: nda ▸ track 08: we need progress track 09: rose-colored ▸ track 10: have you listened to my songs? track 11: lost ▸ track 12: skyshi track 13: tba ▸ track 14: tba track 15: tba ▸ track 16: tba track 17: tba ▸ track 18: tba

outro (epilogue): tba

TAGLIST I (closed; 50/50) @kararisa @aries-afk @aetherialcrafter @jamieexistss @lordbugs @aerisellesuchi @adres-tia @luvlockettt @kinichval @miiltrix @suzueuieeeee @automaticpatroltragedy @ahirusstuff @kyuki07 @kunikuni1819 @hungryreadingaddict @deariroha @rosieyama @slayzzz @tired-jaz @mellowberrie @kyouzki @riabriyn @ravenbc @lalalaloveallmydays @moonlitreveri3 @skyoverkill1 @xiaomainlmao @phoenix-eclipses @yomishen @anemosmybeloved @iaraluvs @kunikuzushiit @lockandkeys @yoursockstinks @idkwhattoputasmyusernme @d1gital-data @shyentsmissingink @liuaneee @najaemism @mywillt0live @aswiftiechildofapollo @toekissers @meigalaxy @nishiriks @executeher @verafunny @gl00muraaii @lily-isalittlegirl @just-a-hopeless-romantic

TAGLIST II (closed; 50/50) (can't mention bc tumblr limits 50 mentions per post :'( but rest assured you guys are added ^^)

@franaby @shrimplyasleep @scaraenthusiast1 @kyon-cherri @kunikissr @withnners @audristarzz @heusalettle @mayarisan @eternallykira-143 @cindywasneverhere @meowrenapurrdo @itsjustmillie @flowzel @ohmyfinggod @zuhahearts @scarasbaby @euphoraia @yotraumainthebuilding @pinkismyfavcolor @dazqa @jym-jazzily @usagiarchive @ddivilove @jinjjjia @axquella @qt-yhuji @jayzioxx @nishislcve @neuviloved @sayayy @ttalgi @crucnhice @vi0let-writes @ilovwfurina @meiudoll @theblueblub @featuredtofu @samyayaya @xianamin @aubriellamarie @b-bbytears @cl0udii-m00n @potteraep @dreamyy @cutiecupiid @liyahbug @atlatcaheart @akarisuzuk1 @saechiro

TAGLIST III (closed; 50/50)

@pglt19 @mochipls @3cst4syy @yuukigyatgyat @anqelkoz @fuyuscafe @knuiui @lun4rchive @reivelmin @amurotoorudesu @chiesnupi @karma-gisa @nomnom21 @sammybeefangirls @ddurandals @hotgirlshit5 @jenlickedem @lunavixia @dksfl920 @angelkazusstuff @eonsadr1ft @scaraswifeey @unhinged-atrocities @xxrexx @tiedsuccubus @enrions @pinxeajin @thegalaxyisunfolding @rvoulte @magica-ren @siasseltzers @deffenferofjustice @crimxeorcremeexistspeacefully @idexmids @viannasthings @dreamayy @mellowmochi030 @meowmewow7 @eternal-dokja @wrzloyd @iloveescara @axkushvii @ayayaaayyiire @lxkeeeee @shutingstar @jiminscarmex @help-whatdoimakemyusername @kangyeonie @liyan2u @a1-ic3

[sunflowerhae]

-consumed.

Bsf!Ten x f!reader x ex-situationship!haechan

Not proofread so if it sounds like shit sorry babes

This is for @titttuaf girl idk why I really got into this but you inspired me so enjoy!

Main Masterlist 🏷️

Warnings

PWP, I guess kinda angst, haechan and ten fighting for your attention (muahah), Unprotected sex, making out, threesome, reader gets fingerbanged, munch!haechan agenda for the win fr (im sorry but you can tell who my bias is in this I still tried tho), consent being sexy asf, mean dom haechan, soft dom ten, reader is kinda quiet actually shes just a chill dude (lmk if i missed anything!)

You don’t know what you were doing, honestly. When Ten had initially invited you to the party, it was pure defiance that convinced you to go.

“Y/n, no offense, but this is a pity invite.” Your best friend of 9 years failed to surprise you, is the first thing your mind thought as you rolled your eyes. The glaring sun poisoned your skin as it took residence in your tan lines - your frame trying its best to shield your best friend, who lay relaxed in your campus courtyard. You ignore your annoyance at his intrusion, stilling your mind from its endless torture as you attempt to study for your upcoming Intro to Philosophy exam. It wasn’t like Ten noticed, anyway. Ten sometimes let himself get swept in his thoughts, which in turn made it hard for him to notice things - like for example your negative aura that was about to push you to commit crimes against the man. If anyone asked you? You’d say he acted too lax for someone nearing the end of their junior year of college - someone who you’ve barely seen crack open a book the last semester.

It’s not like you didn’t know your best friend, it was quite the opposite. You and ten met at the ripe ages of 16, and it wasn’t much of a story. Sitting at desks together for the entirety of your sophomore year of high school, you became pretty close as you were secluded from your other friends. You had lots of differences, like his affinity for dancing and your affinity for…breaking your bones while attempting to dance. Also, where Ten went, a new friend followed; you, yourself preferred the acquaintance of 1 or 2 people at a time. Outside of the class, neither of you really talked, but inside it didn’t matter. You talked, laughed, got in trouble together - all the works. And eventually, talking inside the class became an outside thing, too. Suddenly, it wasn’t Ten and it wasn’t Y/n; it was Ten and Y/n.

It was no surprise when the both of you applied and got into the same college, and it definitely wasn’t a surprise when Ten rushed a frat his second week, while you stuck to the dorms. Of course, he got in with flying colors - a certified frat guy. You joked that he was finally in his true form; you think he took the joke too seriously. Ten was always a smart kid, always kept on his grades despite being the biggest extrovert the world could spit out, so it was also no surprise when he snuck his way into the frat’s student government - more like weaseled his way in. Really, he only did it for the status (he himself used that exact phrase when he whispered it to you once while making confessions. You gasped in surprise, like any good friend would). He liked the power it gave him, despite being only a sophmore. After that, you saw a lot less of Ten. It was fine, you had your other roommates - three amazing girls - as friends, and were actually pretty wrapped up in school and work, plus you figured Ten was keeping you in his thoughts, but was just busy. You tried not to let the ache of missing him affect you, because you knew your friendship would last, you knew it would be okay.

If anything positive came out of the moment, it was that the times you did manage to see him became all the more meaningful, though you’d never admit it. So while yes, Ten interrupting your studies was annoying, you were still excited to see him, that is - until he opened his mouth.

“What does that mean,” you huffed, “I don’t want pity!”

“I don’t mean anything by it, y/n, you know that,” ten turned around, his body facing the walkway that plenty of students and staff used while going to and from class, “I just mean I’m inviting you but I know you won’t go. I just don’t want you to feel left out.” He shoved his hands into his pockets, huffing his chest out in a sigh and looking away from you. He was uncomfortable for some reason, but you couldn’t pin point why, which worried you. You only found it hard to read him when he wanted to keep something from you. You let the two of you sit in silence for a beat while you stared at your books, debating what to say. Actually, it was Ten who broke the silence, looking back at you with a warmer glow.

“I’d love if you came, though.” You looked back up at him, and smiled slightly. You knew it somewhat bothered Ten that you didn’t come to his parties, though he barely mentions it. Besides the fact that you would rather be inside your room on a Friday night watching TV while high, than at a party in uncomfortable heels and sweaty palms, waiting for your ride home to be ready to go - you hated Ten’s frat. You hated his “brothers” who were pompous assholes, his shared bathroom that could never be fully clean, and most of all you hated that he lived right down the hall from your ex-situationship.

Haechan was what you might describe as immature. And mean. And arrogant. And sexist, and evil, and everythinghorriblewrappedupintooneandidyousaymeanjustacompletewasteofspac-

Long story short - you couldn’t stand him. You really don’t know what you were thinking, letting Ten pick your blind date. He swore he would pick only the best one (though later admitted Haechan was the only one that was available to go) so when Haechan picked you up - a man who you’d only met maybe once in passing - you were kind of confused. You’d heard a lot about Haechan. He was a manwhore first off - a big ass slut. And while you don’t believe a body count defines an individual - his reputation did. Your roommate, Karina, had one thing to say about the subject,

“Well, he’s a giver.” You trusted her, being that she had a first hand account. Karina said a lot, in fact, maybe even too much. She didn’t have to go into detail about the way it felt when it moved in you, but she didn’t really ask you if you wanted to know before revealing that information. Besides that, however, you heard that Haechan can flirt, but it’s borderline toxic. He’ll make you hear exactly what you want, just to get in your pants. You have to say, despite all the stories and tales you heard about him, you gave into it, many…many times. You gave in so much, in fact, that your dumbass brain even convinced you that the boy was charming enough for a crush. After 5 and a half months of being friends with benefits, you finally caved and admitted you liked Haechan - just in time for him to call the whole thing off.

You never really got closure, just a message left on read and a new public enemy. You found it hard to tell Ten, for obvious reasons. First off, the two got along fairly well being frat brothers and everything, and you didn’t want to ruin that for your best friend. Especially because if and when Ten found out, you knew he wouldn’t react well. He hated being wrong, so knowing that he set the two of you up and you didn’t end up together would really piss him off. If you could have avoided telling him, you would have; unfortunately he’s a nosy man, so he found out pretty quickly.

“What a jackass,” he rolled his eyes, “you should have never let me talk you into seeing him!” Ten had a brilliant mind - though you’d never tell him that - he had this interesting way of turning the blame around on everyone but himself, which was funny to see when it wasn’t actively happening to you.

“Do you want me to beat him up?” That made you laugh, knowing that while Ten was muscular from dancing, he could not fight to save a life, and the image of the two going at it really made your day.

“No, I don’t,” you finally managed to say, “just let it go, okay?” And so he did. You were thankful that was the only thing he had to say on the subject.

It was because of that doomed situationship, however, that visiting Ten’s frat became 100 times more uncomfortable for you, and you strived to avoid it. A part of you had an inkling that’s the reason Ten was cross with you, because you didn’t visit his home as much as he wished you did. Ten wishes you were a party girl, so you two could have fun together - he won’t ask you to put yourself in an uncomfortable situation, though, so he just briefly invites you before shrugging off your answer, which is always a soft ‘no’. It almost annoys you, knowing how predictable you’ve gotten. You’ve protected your peace so much to the point your best friend is tired of you, at least that’s what you’ve convinced yourself is the case.

The anxiety ate away at you, fear morphing into desperation as you clung to the idea that Ten and you could be what you once were - close. That if you put yourself in an even worse situation for him, he would enjoy your presence again.

“Yeah, I’ll go,” Ten, who was picking at a string in his top, snaps his head up in surprise, looking at you with wide eyes, “this Friday, right?”

Ten starts at you for a solid minute, his thoughts once again hidden behind a veil of doubt, clouded into the brown of his eyes. His forehead remained creased as he slowly nodded, mumbling a, “yeah, Friday.” And nothing else. You sighed, Friday it was.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

You were incredibly uncomfortable, to no one’s surprise. The most dressed up you agreed to get was a skirt and doc martens, and even that made you feel weird as you stood in the corner of this barely familiar house. The room was hot, and smelled like BO, which was to be expected with how many people were shoved into it, bodies pressed against each other as drinks were passed around and dropped, making the floor sticky in residue. It was hard to see, and even harder to hear, and you didn’t even know where Ten was. Thankfully for you, Karina and Giselle agreed to come with you, so you weren’t completely alone. They couldn’t stop your anger, though. Angry at Ten, for saying he wouldn’t leave you and then doing exactly that. Angry at Haechan, for making you uncomfortable the minute you entered with the way he stared you down from across the room, and angry at yourself for even agreeing to come to this stupid party when you’d rather be home. Your insecurities from earlier this week felt small, now, as you realize that friendship goes two ways - right now Ten was looking like a pretty shitty friend. You looked at the drink in your hand, a Coke. You refused to drink anything other than soda, and anything other than a can.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink, y/n?” Giselle practically screamed into your ear, which still sounded muffled. You just shook your head, tired of attempting conversation in this overstimulating environment. Just as you wanted to turn to your friends and insist on leaving, Karina sees someone she knows and tells you that she’ll be right back, disappearing into the crowd. Your anxiety immediately peaks, feeling anxious for your friend as she takes on the party alone. Your stress pushes you off your spot on the wall, quickly telling Giselle you’re going to the bathroom, and that you’ll be back soon. In retrospect it doesn’t make sense to leave your one friend in a foreign world while you’re feeling scared, but you must have been operating with half your brain because you didn’t question yourself one bit at the time.

You pushed your way through the masted clump of bodies that occupied the room, finally breaking somewhat free on the stairs and running towards the only bathroom you knew of, next to Tens room. Of course, that wasn’t free, so you decided to go to the only place you knew would be empty right now.

Growing up, you always loved Ten’s room. At his parents house - the one you grew up going to - his room was warm. You spent more time there, laying on his bed listening to music and watching scary movies, than you did your own room. His mom didn’t care that his best friend was a girl, your mom very much cared that yours was a boy, so his house was always a regular hangout spot. You missed that room so much, craved it even. His room at the frat was much colder, much more boy-ish. Maybe it was because he didn’t have his mom to pick up his messes here, you figure. If there was one thing that still transferred from that room to this though, it was the boy.

You were surprised when you slammed open the door in desperation for some quiet, only to find the occupant of said room to be laying on his bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling in silence. Ten, of course, snapped his head to the sound of his door opening - his eyes softening from their harsh gaze when seeing you standing in the frame, the light from the hallway illuminating your outline. With a sigh, he plopped his head back to its original position, waiting for you to come in and close the door.

You did just that, sliding yourself into the spot beside him on the bed, and staring up at the same ceiling his eyes stayed glued to. You laid in silence for a solid 3 minutes, before you decided to ask something that was heavy on your mind.

“What’s going on with you?” The question lingered, and you didn’t push Ten to answer. It seemed he was collecting his thoughts, because after a while he hummed like he found the answer. You knew you were right, and he knew there was no point denying - there was something going on. You had given him a long time to tell you, but now it was time to intervene, as his best friend.

“Y/n, can I ask you something,” he started after another beat, “and you can’t get upset.” That caused you to raise your eyebrows, your stomach dropping an inch. Whatever he had to say, you wouldn’t like it.

If it was something worth getting mad at, you would. However, for the sake of knowledge, you just let a silent and soft “sure” out, and let him fill the void. He didn’t question your answer, presumably too caught up in his own thoughts to care.

“Did you really like Haechan?” The question left you not mad, but confused. Why was he bringing this up? You paused in contemplation, and wondered if you really did. At the end of the day Haechan as an ass, but he was also funny. He always made you comfortable, and always took care of you. He was pretty, too, which helped soften the blow. All in all, you did like Haechan. Maybe not as much as you think, but you did like him.

“Yeah, I did. Why?” And why would you be mad? So many questions, so little time to answer - not when Ten was moving closer to you, and his body heat was radiating into your personal space. You turned your head to face him, only to see him already looking at you. You could tell with one look he wasn’t drunk, usually his drunk face was much more relaxed. This version of Ten wasn’t one you saw very often - anxious. “Ten, what’s going on-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Ten pushed himself forward using his other hand, and smashed his lips into yours. It wasn’t too rough, but it wasn’t soft. He was messy, but he didn’t force his way in, just hovered over you as he silently handed the reins on the situation to you. You were paused in shock. Your best friend of almost 10 years is kissing you, do you hate it, do you like it? It’s gross, but not in a bad way, it was so hard to pinpoint your feelings. You knew you couldn’t leave it like this - you had to know how this felt. So, you kissed back. The two of you laid there, making out, and you quickly decided you loved it. Your head pulsated as Ten’s iron tight grip on your waste began to travel, moving up and down your body. You pushed your lips deeper into his, pushing him back onto the pillows in the process, with you laying over him. Time seemed to slow down for the both of you, as he gripped onto your ass. You were so indulged in the moment - in Ten - you didn’t even notice the door opening.

“Well well well, what do we have here?”Haechan had been watching you all night.

Ten noticed.

He had noticed before the party even started, back when Haechan cornered him in the kitchen with a Red Bull in one hand and a nervous smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I wanted to tell you,” Haechan had said, scratching the back of his neck. “About Y/N. I… I want to try something real with her. I figured I should ask you first.” Ten had blinked, stunned into silence. It was a good kind of stunned. Or at least, that’s what he tried to convince himself. But even then, the sickness had started to churn at the bottom of his stomach. He can’t say he was surprised. Even before Haechan had confessed, Ten began noticing the way Haechan seemed…fixated on you. When he first set the two of you up, he honestly didn’t believe anything would come from it; imagine his surprise when you revealed the nature of your relationship with his frat brother. Even when you confessed that the two of you ended things - Ten knew better. He felt like something was there he couldn’t quite see - a movement in the corner of his eye, or a briefly familiar face in a crowd. He watched the way Haechan acted when you were brought up in conversations - a perk of his shoulders as his eyes hold curiosity and longing. As the weeks progressed, Ten couldn’t shake the feeling that he was running out of time with you - Haechan walking up to him tonight only solidified that fear.

“You’re asking for permission?” he had muttered, swallowing a bitter laugh

“Yeah out of respect, man. I know she’s important to you.” Ten had nodded—slowly, tightly—and given the kind of permission that felt like biting down on glass.

“Sure,” he’d said, “Go for it.” But he didn’t mean it. Not even a little bit.

Now here you were, standing beside him in his bed, your lips still tingling from where they’d met his, your eyes wide and glassy in the dark. You stared at Ten like he was a stranger. But to him? You’d never looked more familiar. Like a memory he had been too afraid to touch.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” he whispered, “Except I’ve been thinking about it for days. Weeks.”

You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. Not when the room felt like it was closing in on you with the weight of a thousand unsaid things.

Haechan’s eyes darted between the two of you, unreadable.

“I was looking for you,” he said, eyes locking onto yours. “Karina said you came upstairs.”

Silence suffocates the air as you find the right answer - nothing seemed good enough.

“Were you?” you finally asked, softly.

He took another step forward. “Yeah. I was.”

Then his gaze shifted—briefly—to Ten. It held.

“I thought I could handle this,” Haechan admitted, voice low. “I told myself I was cool with it. That you two were just friends, and that I didn’t care.”

“But you do,” Ten murmured.

“Yeah,” Haechan said. “I do.”

The next few moments felt like a slow-motion car crash. No one moved. No one blinked.

And then Haechan took another step forward—toward you this time, not Ten. His eyes softened the second they met yours.

“I’ve been an idiot,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “I hurt you. I thought I was protecting myself, but all I did was ruin the best thing I never deserved to have.”

You felt your throat tighten.

“And then I heard you were coming tonight. And Ten told me to go for it, and I thought I would just talk to you, tell you how I felt…”

He looked between the two of you, “But now I see I’m not the only one.”

Ten didn’t deny it.

Instead, he stepped closer to you too. You were caught between them now, your back almost pressed to the dresser, your chest rising and falling with every breath. “Why are you both telling me this now?” you whispered. “Why wait until it’s too late?”

“Because it took seeing you here—seeing you want to leave, seeing you unhappy—to realize I never want you to feel that way again,” Ten said.

Haechan nodded. “And because losing you tonight would’ve been worse than any awkward truth.” Ten reached for your hand. Haechan mirrored him, his fingers brushing against your other. You looked down—your hands in both of theirs—like some fragile center of gravity they couldn’t help but orbit.

“We’re both idiots,” Ten said softly, “But we both mean it.”

“You don’t have to choose right now,” Haechan added. “But just… let us show you what it could feel like. To be wanted. Completely.” You weren’t supposed to be the center of this. Not like this. Not between them. The room is thick with tension—low music thumping from the speakers in the next room, the glow of amber light from the hallway dancing over their faces. Haechan leans away from you slightly, waiting for your permission to let this happen, watching you like he’s trying to memorize the exact shape of your breath. Ten stays sitting next to your standing figure on the bed, letting go of your hand, staying close but not quite touching. His fingers twitch like he wants to reach for you again but isn’t sure if that would be pushing it. The two let the unsaid proposition hang in the air, and you take the moment to let yourself breathe - something you’ve been neglecting to do in the charged air that electrified your heart. Would you do this? There’s no going back after this, you realize. Everything is going to change -or has it already? Do you welcome the change, too? You stand in complete silence, debating back and forth in your head, until Haechan finally becomes restless.

“You’ve been quiet,” He says, his voice is low—gravelly, teasing, just shy of a command. “I don’t think I like it.”

You shoot him a look, half-nervous and half-daring. “Not everything’s about you, Haechan.”

He smirks, using the hand he still has tightly gripped around yours, to pull you towards him, you body crashing into his chest, “But you are.”

Ten clears his throat. “Don’t pressure her.”

“I’m not,” Haechan says, eyes still locked on yours. “She knows what she wants. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

Your stomach flips at the name, your pulse skimming faster beneath your skin. Ten’s hand finds yours gently, grounding you, and you look down at the contrast—his touch soft, reverent. “We don’t have to rush anything,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your skin. “I just want you to feel safe. Wanted.”

You do feel wanted. That’s the problem.

Haechan keeps you in front of him then, crowding into your space, hands resting on your lower back. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispers into your ear, voice suddenly quiet—earnest in a way that surprises you. “But if you let me in, I’ll ruin you. Nicely.”

Your heart is hammering now, throat dry. Between the way Tens looks up at you like you’re fragile glass, and the way Haechan looks at you like he wants to set you on fire—you’re split down the middle. However, before you can think about it your hand moves on instinct—curling into Haechan’s shirt, dragging him even closer if it’s possible. “Then ruin me.”

You feel the shift instantly—his mouth pressing to your neck, warmth flooding your skin. Ten watches, eyes dark but still gentle, and he leans in, bringing your hand to hover in front of his mouth, brushing his lips across your skin, a soft sigh escaping him. He lets Haechan take the lead, his own hand tracing the line of your spine, delicate.

It’s overwhelming in the best way—two kinds of love crashing into you. One sharp, the other soft. You let yourself fall deeper and deeper into the feeling of their touch burning your skin. It’s Haechan’s voice in your ear, his grip tight and protective, his words promising more than you can handle but exactly what you crave, that send you over the edge; And that’s how you know—when it comes to the chaos of need and the calm of desire…You’ll always choose the fire. You nod your head, a silent consent that both boys pick up on. From then on, you can feel the thick air shift. Haechan smirks, as Ten lets go of your hand and walks around your bodies - closing the door and locking it while simultaneously shrouding the room in darkness.

Haechan and Ten - who had moved around your bodies once more and now stood behind you - moved their eyes to lock onto you with an intensity that made your heart race. You could feel the electricity in the room, the unspoken battle for your attention playing out in their heated glances. Haechan - with his dark, piercing eyes - was the first to make his move. He wrapped you in his arms, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. "You know what I want, don't you?" he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the line of your jaw. His touch was firm, possessive, and you couldn't help but lean into it. "I want to taste every inch of you, to hear you scream my name as I take you like the whore you are."

Ten, noticing the effect Haechan was having on you, stepped forward as well. Secretly, he knew he was at a disadvantage. Haechan had slept with you many times before - the thought causing Ten’s eye to twitch. He knew he needed to stay back and study, he wanted to be perfect for you. His voice was softer, more gentle, but no less intense. "But what if you want something different?" he asked, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. "What if you want to take your time, to explore every sensation, every touch?"

You looked from one to the other, your breath hitching as you felt the pull of their opposing desires. Haechan’s dominance was intoxicating, his rough edges promising a wild, passionate encounter. Ten’s softness, however, was equally alluring, his gentleness promising a slower, more intimate connection. You debated the two of them once more in your head, not fully letting yourself succumb to desire. Haechan leaned in, finally distracting you as his lips brushed against yours in a rough, demanding kiss that had you leaning into him. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you against him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless. You could feel Ten’s gaze on you, but it was Haechan’s touch that set your body on fire. He broke the kiss, his eyes never leaving yours as he spoke. "You feel that, don't you?" he growled. "The way your body responds to me. You want this, want me to take you, to make you mine."

You barely managed to turn your head to look at Ten, his eyes filled with a soft, gentle desire. Haechan, ever the jealous man, slid his hand up your back, his fingers tangling in your hair; the movement forcing you to turn back to him. His touch was possessive, dominating, and it sent a wave of heat through your body. "I want you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. And as Haechan’s lips crashed down on yours once more, you knew that, for now, it was his dominance that you craved.

Haechan’s grip tightened in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your neck. He trailed hot, demanding kisses down your throat, his other hand roaming over your body, claiming every curve. You could feel Ten’s touch and presence, his soft touches contrasting with Haechan’s rough dominance, but it was Chan's intensity that had you wrapped around his finger.

"I want to hear you scream," Haechan murmured against your skin, his teeth nipping at your collarbone. "I want to feel you fall apart under me."

Ten’s hand slid up your arm, his touch light and soothing. You moaned, the dual sensations of their touches driving you wild. Haechan spun you around, his hands on your hips as he pressed you against the wall. His body pinned you, his hardness grinding against you as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Ten stepped closer, his hands joining Haechan’s on your hips. Instead of competing, he seemed to be supporting Haechan, his touch light and gentle, contrasting with Haechan’s rough grip. You could feel the battle for your attention raging between them, but it only served to heighten your arousal.

Haechan’s hands roamed over your body, his touch possessive and demanding, his lips crashing down on yours as he hiked up your skirt, his fingers hooking into your underwear. With a rough tug, he ripped them off, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room. Ten’s hands slid up your thighs, his touch soft and soothing. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let him take you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Let him give you what you need. But remember, I'm here. I'll always be here, ready to give you what he can't."

Haechan’s fingers found your center, his touch rough and demanding. He growled against your lips, "So wet," he murmured. "You love this, don't you? You love being taken, being claimed." You moaned, your body arching into his touch. Haechan’s fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit as his fingers plunged in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building, the tension and edge between the three of you helping you along as your body tensed while Haechan’s touch relentlessly brought you closer and closer to the edge.

Ten’s hands joined Haechan’s, his touch soft and gentle as he helped Haechan bring you to the brink by sliding his palms under your shirt, rubbing your stomach and squeezing in all the right places. "Let go," Ten whispered, his voice a soft melody against Haechan’s rough growls, “show Haechan how good you can be for him." And with a final push of his fingers plunging into you, Haechan sent you crashing over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Haechan’s lips captured any sounds that escaped you briefly before breaking apart from you to watch your face try and relax again. As you came down from your orgasm, you found yourself being moved and sandwiched between the two men, their bodies pressed against yours. Haechan’s dominance had won out, his rough, demanding touch claiming you in a way that Ten couldn't. But as Ten’s soft, gentle touch contrasted with Haechan’s roughness, you knew that this was far from over.

Haechan, his breath ragged, pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes wild with desire. "Fuck, you're incredible," he growled, his hands still gripping your hips tightly. Ten, standing behind you, pressed his body against yours, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts. His touch was gentle, a stark contrast to Haechan's roughness, but it sent shivers down your spine nonetheless.

“You okay?" Ten murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. You nodded, your body still trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm.

Haechan, noticing the exchange, smirked, his hands moving to unbutton your shirt. "Let's see what we have here," he said, his voice a low purr. He pushed your shirt up, his eyes feasting on your exposed skin. Ten's hands joined Haechan's, his fingers tracing the lace of your bra before deftly unhooking it. Haechan's hands moved fast and quickly replaced Ten's, cupping your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. You gasped, your body arching into his touch. Behind you, Ten's hands slid down to your skirt, pushing it up around your waist. His fingers found your ass, squeezing gently before sliding down to your thighs. He pushed your legs apart, his body pressing against yours as he ground his erection into your ass.

Haechan couldn’t let his eyes leave yours, your intoxicating glow leaving the man lightheaded as he dropped to his knees. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing them wider apart. He leaned in, his breath hot on your skin as he trailed kisses up your inner thigh. You could feel Ten's gaze on the sight, his breath hitching softy in your ear as Haechan's tongue found your center, the startling act forcing a moan past your lips as you dropped your head to lay across Tens shoulder. Haechan's touch was rough, demanding, his tongue licking and sucking at your clit as his fingers plunged in and out of you. Your hand immediately found solace in Haechan’s hair, gripping it curtly without concern for the boys scalp. He moaned loudly at the feeling of your nails digging into his head, the vibrations forcing your eyes closed and another moan to escape past your lips.

Ten, feeling neglected, let his hands gripped your hips, his body pressing against yours as he ground his erection into your ass. His breath was hot on your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he whispered, "Let him take you. Let him give you what you need." His words sent shivers down your spine, your body arching into Haechan's touch as your orgasm built once more.

Haechan's fingers worked you expertly, his thumb circling your clit as his tongue plunged in and out of you. You could feel him pick up the pace, wanting you to finish faster for him - most likely in greed so he could start to work on pleasuring himself.

With a final, rough stroke of his tongue. Haechan sent you crashing over the edge once more. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Ten quickly turned your head around as best he could, moving you so his lips could capture your seductive scream; his kiss swallowing your moans as he brought you down from your high.

As you came down from your second orgasm, you found yourself being moved onto the bed. You didn’t question anything, your mind turned to mush from the stimulation. Ten, standing beside the bed, watched as Haechan pressed his body over yours and let his hands roam over your body, his touch possessive and demanding. Haechan broke the kiss he had initiated with you: his eyes locking onto yours as he spoke. "I want to feel you come undone around me," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "I want to feel you squeeze me tight as I take you."

Ten's hands joined Haechan's, his touch soft and gentle as he helped Haechan position you on the bed. Haechan's body covered yours, his hardness pressing against your entrance. He looked into your eyes, his voice a low whisper. "Tell me you want this," he demanded. "Tell me you want me to take you."

You looked up at him, your body aching with need as you barely managed to sit up slightly and gaze into his eyes. "I want this," you whispered. "I want you to take me." To emphasize your point, you moved your hands to unbuckle Haechan’s pants, pushing them as well as his boxers as far down as your weak, lack of strength body could let you.

Haechan's lips crashed down on yours as he made quick work of finishing the job for you, shimmering the pants down to his ankles and leaning back down against you. He got himself lined up with your entrance, looking into your eyes once more for confirmation that you wanted this. You took in the scene around you for a moment, your heart feeling full as you smiled in excitement and opened your legs up more for Haechan to slot himself against you. He looked down, finally sliding his member into you just barely - letting you have a moment to adjust to the size you hadn’t felt in weeks. You moaned, feeling your cunt swallow him as Haechan finally lost patience and

thrust into you fully, his body filling yours completely. You gasped, your body arching into his as he began to move. Ten's hands slid up your sides, his touch gentle as he cupped your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. His body pressed against yours, his erection grinding against the back of your shoulder as he moved his knees under your upper body, supporting you so you could watch Haechan lose himself inside you.

Haechan's thrusts were quick and relentless, his body taking yours with what felt like a primal need. Ten's touch, however, was soft and gentle, his hands and lips exploring your body as he watched in helplessness and jealously while Haechan brought you to the brink for the third time now.

Haechan used one hand to hold your waist tightly - surely leaving a bruise for tomorrow - and another to hold your hand tightly, the both of you staring into each others eyes intimately as you watched his mouth move in a low tone. “Cmon y/n,” he strained, “fuck I know this feels good, huh?” You couldn’t answer, which you knew Haechan wouldn’t like. He ripped his hand away from yours and slapped a harsh blow against your left tit, the pain causing you to let a choked cry escape. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, and you saw your vision starting to go in and out as Haechan continued to abuse your hole and breasts. “I asked you a fucking question, princess!”

You knew it would only get worse if you refused to answer, so you managed a hoarse and broken, “yes, god,” you eyes kept rolling to the back of your head as Haechan’s pounding refused to relent, “it feels so fucking good! Keep going Haechan, p-please,” you moaned. At your begging, Haechan couldn’t hold back anymore, his body shuddering as he came undone inside you. The feeling of him filling you raw, refusing to relent as he held you closer, was the final push you needed to bring you over the edge for the third time that night.

As you both came down from your highs, Ten's hands slid up your sides, his touch gentle as he pulled you into his arms. Haechan, his body still pressed against yours, looked up at Ten, a smirk playing on his lips. "Your turn," he said, his voice a low purr. Ten's eyes darkened, his body pressing against yours as he leaned in to kiss you deeply. The two helped you to turn around and lay you across Ten’s body, the ladder laying you both down. Ten's let your body cover his, letting you catch your breath and adjust to your surroundings again. He rocked the two of you slowly, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while Haechan grabbed a towel off the floor and helped clean you. Finally, after about 5 minutes, Ten whispered, “think you can help me feel good, angel?” into your ear. You laid your head against his chest, hearing his erratic heart beat and briefly acknowledging that this was your best friend that currently had you wrapped in his arms. Your checks grew red, and you nodded your head, pushing to release yourself from his hold. You scooted down his body, stopping at his pants zipper and undoing them to help him get them off his legs. After successfully getting them down his legs, you couldn’t stop your staring as you took in your best friends size. You sighed, silently intimidated but too much in the moment to dwell on your nervousness.

"I want to feel your mouth on me," Ten murmured as he propped himself up to watch you, his body trembling with anticipation. "I want to feel you take me deep, to feel your lips and tongue work their magic."

Haechan, lying beside you, smirked, his hand sliding down to grip your ass possessively. "Do it," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "Take him in your mouth. Make him feel as good as he makes you feel."

You looked up at Ten, his eyes dark with desire, his body trembling with need. You could see the struggle in his eyes, the battle between his desire to be gentle and his primal need to take what he wanted. You reached up, your hand wrapping around his length, your thumb circling the sensitive tip. Ten moaned, his body shuddering at your touch.

"You like that?" you whispered, your voice a soft purr. Ten nodded, his eyes never leaving yours as you leaned in, your tongue darting out to taste him. He groaned, his body tensing as you took him into your mouth, your lips and tongue working in tandem to drive him wild. Haechan's hand slid up your back, his touch possessive and demanding as he helped you position yourself between Ten's legs. You took him deeper, your mouth and throat working in harmony to take him as deep as you could. Ten's hands fisted in your hair, his body trembling as he fought the urge to thrust into your mouth.

"Fuck, you're amazing," he groaned, his voice a low rumble. "Your mouth feels so good. So fucking good." You hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers down Ten's spine. He moaned, his body tensing as he fought to maintain control. But it was a losing battle. His hips began to move, his body thrusting into your mouth as he chased his release.

Haechan's hand slid down to grip your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh as he watched you take Ten deeper and deeper. "That's it," he growled, his voice a low purr. "Take him deep. Make him come undone."

Ten's moans filled the room, his body trembling as he fought to maintain control. But it was no use. With a final, deep thrust, he came undone, his release spilling into your mouth as he groaned your name. You swallowed, your mouth and throat working to take every last drop.

As Ten came down from his high, he pulled you up to lay next to him, his lips crashing down on yours as he kissed you deeply. As the intensity of the moment began to fade, the three of you found yourselves lying entwined on the bed, the room filled with a comfortable silence. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the lingering tension of what had just transpired. Ten's arm was draped over your waist, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your skin. Haechan lay on your other side, his head resting on your shoulder, his breath slow and steady.

No one spoke. The words seemed to catch in your throats, a mix of excitement, nerves, and a shared understanding that this was a moment to savor without the need for explanation. Tomorrow would bring conversations and decisions, but for now, you all just wanted to be in this moment, to feel the warmth of each other's bodies and the comfort of shared intimacy. Ten's lips brushed against your neck, a soft, tender kiss that sent shivers down your spine. Haechan's hand slid up to rest on your chest, his thumb gently circling your waist. You could feel the rhythm of their hearts, steady and reassuring, syncing with your own.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the moon that peaked through the blinds casting long shadows across the walls. The faint sound of the party downstairs seemed distant, as if it belonged to another world. Here, in this quiet sanctuary, it was just the three of you, wrapped in a cocoon of shared secrets and unspoken promises. You turned your head to look at Ten, his eyes soft and reflective. He smiled gently, his fingers continuing their delicate dance on your skin. You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, feeling the smooth unevenness against your palm. He leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. Haechan stirred, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulled you closer. His breath was warm on your skin, his body fitting perfectly against yours. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, the steady beat of his heart, and it brought a sense of peace that you hadn't expected.

The silence was comforting, a respite from the whirlwind of emotions that had swept through you all night. For now, you were content to just be; to feel the warmth of their bodies, to listen to the soft sounds of their breathing, and to let the reality of what had happened sink in. Slowly, the tension in your muscles began to ease, the adrenaline of the night giving way to a deep sense of relaxation. Ten's eyes fluttered closed, his breathing growing deeper and more even. Haechan's grip on you tightened slightly, his body relaxing as he drifted off to sleep.

You felt a smile tug at the corners of your mouth as you looked at the two of them, their faces peaceful in the soft light. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of them, and let your own eyes close. The room was quiet, the only sounds the soft hum of the night and the gentle rhythm of their breaths.

As sleep claimed you, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. Whatever tomorrow brought, whatever decisions needed to be made, you knew that for now, you were exactly where you were meant to be. Cuddled between Ten and Haechan, surrounded by their warmth and the promise of what could be. And with that thought, you drifted off to sleep, your heart full and your mind at peace, ready to face whatever the morning might bring.

My Masterlist 🏷️

[skretnica2]

ive been thinking my intro post for bruce was pretty half assed, so this post will be dedicated to dive in a little more on his background, personality, etc etc Yay have his fits. Im so geeked on oc stuff rn sorri

bruce comes from a broken home, but he doesn't think about it too much, or just plainly denies it. he lived mostly with his dad in a trashy house in blue skies, safe to say he isn't dirt poor but they're not really accommodated, mostly cause mr jett spends his money on booze and cigs lol

he got sent to bullworth by his dad so as not to include him in the household expenses

talking about mr jett, he treats his son more as a friend than as a father, explaining bruce's bad manners and why he just be doing shit. his mom isn't really in the picture except for the emails and money she sends every few months, she's living in a different state. bruce still loves them both

aside from his family issues, he's pretty chill and chatty if unprovoked and when he's not beating someones face in, or getting his face beat in, he will literally agree to anything if theres guaranteed fun. bruce has the worst introspection in the world and combined with how rowdy he is it's only worse, always acts on impulse and rarely stops to think things through. Basically, he dislikes thinking, says he won't need it for the army anyways. one of his most notable traits is that hes kind of a hopeless romantic despite all his talk about love and feelings being lame, whenever he approaches a pretty girl or viceversa, he will imagine a future with her and then actually consider if its realistic or not. he's openly flirty but not in a weird way, he just says cheesy and shitty pick up lines

he's mostly known in the academy because a year before he used to go out with a girl, she dumped him and her brother gave bruce the beating of his life. this guy was later expelled for breaking bruce's nose and bruce became even more hostile when it comes to being a bully. he still likes this girl very much tho

He was expelled from his previous school because he liked to do pull-ups literally anywhere he could grasp onto to show off his calisthenics skills to girls until one day he ripped out a whole doorway

being a bully the most logical thing would be to beat on nerds, but he rathers mess with preps or anyone who can put up a fight with him. most he does to nerds is steal their money and homework, or stuff them in trashcans to get a cheap laugh out of whatever girl he's trying to pull. there was an incident where he threw a dissected rat at earnest and got suspended for three days

he lurks around the parking lot, main building, gym, and the in and out motel

i like to imagine his voice claim being tyler the creator lol

if he was an actual character hed be kissable

clique relationship chart woooooo

the townies chart because would be all black they hate bruce and bruce hates them

bruce's main intro

[dandysworld-mansionau]

DANDYS WORLD MANSION AU MASTERPOST

WOAH. DANDYS WORLD MANSION AU??? OWNED BY @the-silly-superstar ??? ��YOU SHOULD TOTALLY CHECK THIS OUT??

BECAUSE ITS DANDYS WORLD AU.

Heh. Epic intro Am I right? Wrong, READ THIS NOWWWWW /silly

Rodger Glass

Rodger Glass, a famous detective living in the town of Gardenview. Was first in an arranged marriage with Connie Boolynski, but is rumored to have murdered her. He was taken to court for these charges, but his own quick wits saved him.

Lives in the town’s great manor with his new wife, Teagan Glass, their employees, and adopted child, Toodles. He doesn’t exactly love Teagan, but he sure loves the money her family brings to them each year. 

He’s rather stern with his employees, a no-nonsense man as he usually is when it comes to work, but one butler does seem to get ‘special treatment’ every now and again.

Teagan Glass

Teagan Glass, the second wife of Rodger’s. She lives in the manor with her husband and adopted child, Toodles.

She comes from a rich background, growing up wealthy and staying that way throughout the years. Despite this, she’s a kind-hearted soul in public, willing to help anyone she knows financially. Behind closed doors it’s a different story. Like Rodger, she’s strict and pushy, but doesn’t mean harm most of the time. She tries to be polite to the employees, but it seems after each passing day her teabag’s rope is wearing thin.

She seems weary of her husband and his whereabouts, especially with that butler, but Shrimpo, the second butler, seems to help her out a bit. 

Glisten

The Manor’s lovely butler, part time diva. He’s not the best at his job, having dropped many plates and drinks, but his jokes towards guests make up for it. He’s most often busy when Rodger has guests, however. He often reads to Toodles and helps her choose outfits each day.

Shrimpo

Shrimpo, the angriest butler in town. Definitely not favorable when it comes to interacting with guests, or anyone really, but excellent at his work. Often assists at Teagan’s tea parties. He’s very easy to set off, but something about Teagan keeps him calm, maybe it’s the smell of the sweet tea?

Tisha

The lovely maid of the manor, consistently cleaning so the place is spotless. Hates when guests dirty her floors with the ichor outside, cleaning their shoes before they even enter. Enjoys Toodles’ company while she works, but the lovely ghost of the mansion keeps her company.

Design update notes - jabot added and sleeves are more similar to Connie’s, just round. Gloves also have three rounded edges. Has petticoat under dress

Connie Glass Boolynski

Rodger’s previous, now deceased wife whom haunts where she died. Cause of death? Her corset was incredibly tight, allowing her husband to stealthily stab her. She bled out, unknowing of her fate until it was far too late.

Design update notes - chest and sleeves are more triangular and pointy.

Toodles 

The young daughter recently adopted by the Glass family. Astounding straight-A student, despite apparently never studying. She enjoys reading books or hosting small ‘fashion shows’ with the butler Glisten when he’s not busy. Dislikes Teagan, finding Tisha’s company more welcoming and comfortable.

LINEUP (w/ flat colors)

RULES

No nsfw asks, even if the characters are adults!

Suggestive is fine tho, ig?

If I’m uncomfortable with the ask, I’ll ignore it tho.

Don’t be mean!! Bullying is a no no here

No proshippers/creeps allowed >:(

FAQ

Can I make fanart?

Yes!! Tag me so I can see it!

Can I make nsfw?

I’d rather you don’t, to be honest, but I can’t stop you, GO FOR IT! The kids and any animal characters are strictly OFF LIMITS for this though.

If you do make nsfw, DO NOT TAG ME IN IT. I will quite literally block you if you do.

What do you plan on making with this?

Comics, art, or whatever, honestly. I don’t exactly have any big plans, but I’ll mess with this for as long as I want to.

I HAVE MORE QUESTIONS RAHHH

Go to the ask box for more info cause omg I hate writing all this!! :]

Also, quick intro, I’m Uni! (She/they, @the-silly-superstar ) I’m really into dandy’s world rn, so AU!! First time with a more ‘big’ AU blog, if that makes sense, so be nice plz :(

Also, you can ask me questions about the AU, or ask the characters directly!

Have fun with this chat!

[plotwhatplot]

hesitant alien/alien au!

@selfryed bc u MIGHT like hesitant alien I'm not sure tho just a loose assumption!! (also bc u said u wanted to glaze this 👩‍🦲)

So here's a lil an I'm working on! It's a crossover between hesitant alien, Ziggy stardust (David Bowie), crybaby (Melanie Martinez) and demolition widow, my killjoys persona!

I have more detailed info posts for each character that r in the works, this is just an intro for the au!

This is NOT rpf! All characters included r canonically/interpreted fictional ‼️‼️‼️

ANYGAYS 👅

Here's sum art of them all :3

(I gave hesitant webbed fingers but I forgot to color them in 😿)

So basically it's not an exact or professional storyline but here's the basics;

Plot: they all become friends and explore going to earth, making music, and being sillys! (And a possible killjoys au crossover for shits and giggles 👅)

Au info: in this au Gerard is named hesitant (Ik it sound weird but trust the process ok, I have more stuff coming out soon 😿), and is the same species as widow. VERY IMPORTANT: i DO make altercations to world history in this au, why? For the sake of a British accent, am I implying it is true or preaching it to be believed unironically? ABSOLUTELY NOT‼️‼️*said altercations will be talked abt in future posts covering (edit: nvm I let go of this idea 💀)

species/origin info: hes and demo r the same species and come from Jupiter, Ziggy is from mars (duh), crybaby is from Venus (also duh), and lola is from Pluto (pretend it's still a planet ok, JUSTICE FOR PLUTO 😿✊)

I'm still deciding if I should have lola speak an alien language, but other than that everyone else has decently understandable ways of tongue :)

Pronouns: hesitant- he/it/its, lola - they/them (canon), Ziggy stardust - they/xem, crybaby - she/they (Mel's actual prns so semi canon!), demolition widow - she/they/he (my actual prns bc ✨alter ego✨)

Fun facts!:

Neo/xenopronouns r considered normal in space

So is crossdressing, lesser known identities/sexualities, and androgyny!

Aliens are called to as "beings of *planet they their species comes from*" when being referred to as a general species

Some aliens, crybaby for example, can shapeshift

Alien species can range from appearing almost entirely humanoid, to being completely extra terrestrial! (For example Ziggy and Lola)

due to advanced planetary (no dd pun intended) technology, aliens traveling to and from different planets is almost like driving a couple blocks!

AANNDDD that's all I got f o r n o w

A bonus drawing silly drawing of a meme I can't find bc I forgot it's name <3

Character info cards r in the works!

[dallmustdie]

My review of the deluxe version of Revenge! 🥀

Quick ramble before we begin: excluding mastered mixes of Desert Song and Bury Me In Black is EVIL!

Helena - 10/10

LITERAL PERFECTION! It sounds the same to me, but it's good nonetheless!

Give 'Em Hell, Kid - 15/10

To The End - 10/10

I'M GOING TO FUCKING COMBUST THIS IS SO GOOD–THE INTRO, EVERYTHING. AND YOU CAN HEAR MIKEY?! *screams* Gerard also says more over the outro?! I'm pretty sure he's saying, "What's that? Hey! What's that you say? Why don't you say it louder so I can hear you, fucker!"

-> I do feel a little silly tho bc I listened to the og version when I got home from school and realized it was there 😖

Again, it sounds the same to me, but it's good nonetheless!

Prison - 100/10

I was so excited to listen to Prison once I got confirmation that Revenge was being remixed. I don't know why, but I was. This remix has probably solidified this as my fav song from this album. ALSO, FRANK'S SCREAMS AND RAY?! LIKE OMG YOU CAN HEAR THEM.

I'm Not Okay - 10/10

Once again, sounds the same to me, but it's good nonetheless!

The Ghost of You - 100/10

I legit almost started crying in class because of how amazing this sounds. The guitar, Gerard's vocals. I also never noticed the whispers in the background! YOU CAN HEAR MICHAEL JAMES WAY. I also feel lik there are more synths than before.

[The transition is still gorgeous btw]

The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You - 10/10

There's something that feels different to me, but I can't tell what it is! Autotune still slaps tho-

Interlude - 10/10

AUGH HIS ANGELIC AS HELL VOCALS. THE GUITAR, TOO.

Thank You for the Venom - 100/10

Immediate 10/10 bc I could hear Mikey. Vocals!! THE GUITAR IS SO GOOD I WANNA CRY. HARMONY IS AUGH 😫😫😫

Hang 'Em High - 10/10

As I've already mentioned, I listened to this while I was in class. On my paper, and while the intro was playing, I wrote: hope they turn up that one guy's vocals - did they? Yes or No," intending to circle yes or no if they turned them up AND THEY DID! If you don't know what I'm talking about, during the bridge, the "guy" I mention is Keith Morris of Black Flag (his name escaped me in the moment) is telling a story his dad had told him as a teenager. It's still not *that* clear, but he's louder now!

Fashion Statement - 9/10

The mix is amazing, but get's a point deducted bc it's not my fav Revenge song (sorry!) "I'VE LOST MY FEAR OF FALLING" OMG FAV PART.

Cemetery Drive - 10/10

VOCALS AND I CAN HEAR MIKEY OMG.

I Never Told You What I Do for a Living - ∞/10

The change in tempo around the bridge is just AUGH. And I know this is in the original as well, but omg that was so good!!! If you thought I almost started crying during TGOY, I almost started crying here, too. THE GUITARS IN THE BRIDGE MAKE ME FEEL SO DEPRESSED IDK WHY!!!

Conclusion

This makes me think they might be testing the waters to see how we react to remix albums–maybe to decide if they should release more in the future? Maybe they’re even planning to play some of the songs on tour in addition to TBP? Who knows! MCR is such a strange entity that lives in its own little world. This could also just be their record label trying to grab a little extra cash. Either way, this was amazing and I loved it :))

[niki-phoria]

pairing: gamer!niki x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 662

includes: gamer niki, non idol au, mentions of live streaming, lots of fluff

a/n: inspired by this post from @lovelylusts !! i hope you don't mind me taking some inspo from your idea <33

gamer bf!niki who mercilessly beats you at mario kart 

— he plays dirty too

— blocks the screen so you can’t see where you’re going, reaches over to tickle you until you drop your controller, distracts you until the time limit passes

— sometimes he does it intentionally just to see your pout

— he lets you win before you stop playing tho, just to see you smile

— if the other members are around while you’re playing they’ll purposely get in niki’s way just so you can win

— he pretends to hate it but the smile on his face says otherwise

gamer bf!niki who teaches you how to play his fav games

— it’s your fav bonding activity to do together

— he’s very cliche about it too

— niki sits behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, hands placed over yours as he helps you press the buttons on the controller

— the type to press kisses against your neck/shoulder when you pass levels or get better too

— probably tickles your sides when you accidentally mess up too lmao

gamer bf!niki who lets you play on his accounts (at the expense of his rank)

— he’ll even purposely go back to intro sequences just so you can see how to play

— niki is extremely patient while explaining everything to you

— he’ll do that thing where he puts his hands on top of yours and shows you how to use the controllers/play the game

— the members call him a simp

— he totally is one

gamer bf!niki who never lets you pay for your own games

— even if he has no interest in whatever you want, he’s willing to spend all of his money on whatever console/game you want

— helps you set up your account and figure out all of the controls too

— niki will play whatever you want whenever you want to

— you always get to decide what game(s) you’re playing for the night

gamer bf!niki who will always be your player 02

— doesn’t even let you think about playing with anyone else

— even if he’s literally falling asleep while you’re playing niki will sit next to you and follow you around your animal crossing island

— he’s totally willing to carry your team on pvp games too lmao

— massacres the other team and then turns to you like “good job jagi :D you got them all”

— he enjoys games the most when he’s playing with you but don’t tell anyone that

gamer bf!niki who makes servers just for the two of you

— he goes out of his way to hide them from his hyungs too

— probably had to kick heeseung off of at least one mc server lmao

— he gets super into it too

— makes a million different servers just to annoy you

— he doesn’t name them either you have to scroll through a list until you find “new world #18” to get which one you want

— “ki which one was the bedwars server again?” “...world number eight. i think”

gamer bf!niki who always invites you onto his streams

— exclusively streams with his members and you

— it doesn’t matter if you have your own channel or not he’ll bring you on whenever he can (or whenever you want to)

— if you do have your own channel, he goes out of his way to shout you out

— he will not rest until you have more follows than him

— “niki the numbers don’t mean anything to me” “but you deserve the support of the entire world”

— it’s really sweet honestly

gamer bf!niki who loves you so so much

— it’s mostly the little things

— the blue light glasses you bought him to prevent eye strain, your gentle hand and shoulder massages whenever his body gets sore, your smile when you drag him out on long walks just so he gets some fresh air

— niki truly adores you

— and he does everything he can think of to makes sure you know it

[god-of-smithing-and-cozy-vibes]

ALRIGHT I GUESS ITS FINALLY TIME FOR AN INTRO POST (even tho I already have 50 followers, which btw thank u)

Name:Hephaestus or Vulcan

Height: ≈6’1

Favorite genre of music:jazz, what did you think it’d be metal?

Pets:Henry and penelope

What is this blog made for? It’s universal! Originally made for epic the musical interaction

Children: @jaxie-the-kat, @literally-tinker-bell, @a-mortal-turned-god, @fireboy-valdez, @forged-in-fire-and-brimstone, @pandora-from-another-world, @sneaky-melon, @eros-the-love-god , @child-of-fire-god , @archer-child-of-hephesteaus , @kyle-th3-5h4rk

Nicknames for different people: Athena, owl

Hermes, prankster

Any dead person: tortured soul

Tiresias, tir, prophet, blind mouse

Mortals, kid or mortal

Aphrodite, aph

Ares,brother or dumbass

Aeolus, puffball

Nemesis, nem

Amphitrite, amph

Artemis, arte

Eros, archer

Ganymede, gany

Apollo, pollo (sometimes Spanish pronunciation)

Tkl anon-tkl,little bastard(joking way),tickler

Anyway onto the next section!

Rules: no hardcore nsfw because it makes me uncomfortable (by hardcore i mean actually describing anything like that, mentions of it are fine)

Anons may claim and emoji or name

Claimed names: injured anon

Claimed emojis: 🪷,🍁,🍊,🍉,🏹,🪶

(Bow is not Rikki)

In character text for actions or for speaking will be orange

(Ooc looks like this)

One more thing, Hephaestus doesn’t do moly even though he’s curious because he’s afraid if he gets high on it he’ll lose control of his fire and end up burning the moly which is an absolute death wish

Y’know what? Screw it, have some tags

Welcome to the forge-asks

Hephaestus and the lizards-chill rp

Hephaestus and his forging-making something

Why am I the only responsible person here?!-joke/silly rp

Get deep fried-angst

3rd degree burns- villain heph au

2nd degree burns- a bit of a half and half between villain and normal Hephaestus, he still has his normal morals but he’ll kill to get there essentially

Leave me alone right now mate- if toa happened to Hephaestus instead of Apollo

Prankster junior- tkl anon

Living up to my username- mods writing

[rajakaen]

Let me introduce my notRook Veilguard OC Verinius Sabelis Phalban. He goes by many names and is a byproduct of @jukkaricity's recent dive into Thedas and can usually be found alongside her also notRook OC Alectris Mercar. Jukkari gave him a voice, the game gave us the looks while I gave him his personality and so V has ended up as a full-fledged character over time. A & V are Blorbos by Proxy ❤️

TLDR Intro Version

Verinius is a brilliant, socially inept mage who exists in his own world of books, Minrathous fantasies and blood magic experiments. He has the talent of a prodigy and the social instincts of a brick, managing to alienate everyone around him except his cat, Andoralis, whom he insists is the only living creature worthy of his full attention.

He is utterly convinced that Minrathous represents the pinnacle of civilization, despite barely engaging with its people beyond what is strictly necessary. His mind moves too fast for most and when people fail to keep up, he either ignores them entirely or offends them without meaning to.

He has no regard for the legal or ethical concerns of magic, specializing in blood magic (purely for research, of course, tho his own blood is another matter entirely) and storm magic (which builds up when left unused for too long, resulting in frizzed hair and sparks discharging at inconvenient moments).

Alectris is the only person who comes close to truly understanding him, though her return to his life comes with a sharp reminder: she is not going to let him get away with talking to his cat more than actual people.

Background & Introduction (before the Veilguard)

To an unknowing observer, Verinius might appear to be the most Tevinter mage among Tevinter mages—at least slightly snobbish, accustomed to comfort and absolutely in love with Minrathous, or rather, the idea of the city he has cultivated in his imagination for years. The truth, however, is quite different. He comes from a small village near Marothius, deep within the Hundred Pillars, far from the empire’s beating heart. His family has owned an apple orchard for generations and while his magical talent may have elevated their status to Laetans, little has changed for them since he left for the Circle. Not that they mind—his parents and siblings take great pride in their work and are content with their peaceful life.

Veryl’s magic surfaced early—wild, untamed and far beyond what his family could hope to manage. With no other mages among them and little understanding of such power, they had few options when the inevitable summons arrived. A Tevinter child, especially one crackling with barely contained lightning, was never going to stay in a remote village. The decision was out of his parents' hands and by the time he was five, Verinius had already been sent to the Circle at Carastes. There, he trained for several years before being transferred to Minrathous at twelve, where his potential was deemed better suited to the capital. The move, however, came at a cost—Minrathous was far from home and distance meant that visits became rare, his connection to his family reduced to letters and memories.

And so Veryl spent most of his early life within the Circles, his world shaped not just by their walls but by what it meant to be a mage in Tevinter. Yet the structured pace of learning tested his patience; too slow, too rigid, never deep enough and constantly disrupted by the distractions of his peers. Carastes was more than happy to send him to Minrathous, where both his potential and his troublesome nature would become someone else’s concern. Lacking natural social graces, his background was working against him. While others fit in with ease, he often felt like he was speaking a language no one else understood—quite literally, in some cases, as his tendency to over-explain resulted in more than one awkward silence. It never stopped him from trying, much to everyone's dismay.

During his years in the Circles, few things had ever gotten under his skin, but meeting Alectris in his late teens proved to be an exception. Unfazed by his unpolished personality, she quickly became a constant thorn in his side—one he was surprised to find himself growing fond of. Eventually, a Magister recognized Verinius’ potential and claimed him as an apprentice. Verixsus brought him to his estate, pulling him into a far larger world. The rigid life of the Circle gave way to a more demanding, fluid apprenticeship, but with it came a privilege: four visits home each year instead of one. And no matter how much Minrathous holds his heart, it never truly dulled the pull of home—not that he ever spoke of it much.

Like him, Alectris left the Circle, though she chose the army instead. Over the years, their friendship became quieter; distance and duty dulling what had once been constant. He never quite stopped missing her, but life in Minrathous had a way of swallowing time and before he knew it, years had slipped away. He got along well with his master, but a mentor was no substitute for a best friend—Alec had been the only one who could truly keep up with him and he missed her. The void she left was filled by a stray cat he found on his master’s estate. Or rather, the cat found him and decided she would adopt him. From that day on, Andoralis became his ever-present shadow, named after the day she entered his life.

Eight years passed before Alectris finally left the army and returned from her deployment in Seheron. She could hardly believe what she saw. Verinius had grown utterly fixated on his cat, perhaps too much for her liking—holding entire conversations with Andoralis as if expecting her to reply and acting as if her approval was of the utmost importance. Alectris had always known he was eccentric, but this was a new level of absurd. Worse, he had begun experimenting with volatile magic and had become adept at blood magic, making no effort to hide it. His methods, however, are unusual. While others wield blood without hesitation, he could never quite bear the sight of his own. If asked, he’d simply say fresh blood gives him headaches. Instead, he collects samples with eerie calm, studying ways to preserve their potency—never considering how unnerving this might be. To him, spilt blood holds no more weight than splattered ink.

Still, his time with Magister Verixsus had done him some good—his temper had evened out, he no longer openly insulted people for their lack of magical understanding as often and he carried himself with the easy confidence of someone who had long since stopped caring whether or not people found him strange. But beneath the polish, Alectris could still see flashes of her old friend—the insufferable know-it-all, the stubborn streak a mile wide, the way he lit up when talking about something that truly fascinated him. And despite years of silence, their friendship fell back into place with ease. As if no time had passed, Alectris slipped into her old role as a constant bother and Veryl, to her great satisfaction, responded exactly as he always had—overly dramatic, easily excitable and entirely unable to get rid of her.

Veryl can most often be found surrounded by books and vials, either studying magic (the less commonly available, the better—legality is not a concern) or completing his daily tasks as a scribe and Magister’s apprentice. He has an unfortunate talent for saying precisely the wrong thing at the worst possible moment, whether through tactlessness, sheer obliviousness or a total lack of concern for social norms. His magical expertise is undeniable, specializing in practical and constructive applications of blood magic, as well as a highly destructive form of storm magic for those rare moments when force becomes necessary. He can go from zero to vaporization in less than 0.3 seconds. He's eccentric and peculiar in both his interests and his mannerisms, somehow managing to offend whoever he speaks with or embarrass himself—often at the same time. The fact that his main conversation partner is Andoralis certainly does not help his predicament.

Verinius should, by all rights, be quietly buried in books somewhere, bothering no one but his cat. Instead, thanks to Alectris and a dragon with extreme renovation ideas for Minrathous, he’s now neck-deep in the Veilguard’s chaos. Meanwhile, our poor Rook (a dwarven Warden) is left juggling world-ending threats, blighted nightmares and—because the universe clearly hates him—two more walking disasters. At this rate, Wolfram Thorne will have to save Thedas by next Tuesday or risk losing the last shreds of his sanity.

For those interested in the BG, it's a paraphrase of the codex entry art on 'Dock Town Intel: The Place Itself'. It was solely created for practice and to give V and his cat a thematically fitting bg to stand on.

[doe-carnage]

intro post! ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

hi everyone! my name is amity / ames and this is my intro for therian tumblr YAY!

prns: all / any | black, lesbian

blog purpose: tumblr is more close-knit and has a more mature audience than where i usually post so i wanted to come here! a lot of my posts will probably just be reblogging content related to my theriotype, and rb’ing stuff for my account ambiance / to archive, with occasional oc posts.

other: idk if i count as a therian per se but it’s the closest definition i can get. petre / kemonomimi could fit me more but what i feel mostly centers from having always related to certain animals more than humans, and feeling othered by humans because of ASD. in ways, my “therianism” connects more to feeling unhuman and different than it does to feeling animalistic. it’s a way to channel my “odd” behaviors like stimming, social anxiety, and otherness from the rest of the world (hence why you’ll see me in hunter gear despite being deerlike!) it’s also trauma-based in many ways but we’re not getting into that LOL.

Fun Facts!

🍂 my theriotype is just a regular white-tailed deer, but i also connect to australian shepherd dogs at times!

🍁 i’ve actually been active in this community since 2017! my friend, anne, was a cat therian on therian amino wayy back. she still is to this day ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎/

🥮 i saw a deer for the first time in real life like last week LMAO. he escaped from a coyote!

🍂 i’m from houston, texas!

🍁 some of my other interests / hobbies include punk shows, photography, poetry (i’m published!), life is strange, morute, true crime, d&d, arcane, philosophy, and lotsa other stuff.

🥮 my dms and asks are always open for any conversation! if you want to be mutuals just ask me, i only ask that you are 15+ :D

🍂 my tiktok is: dollangangers

DO NOT INTERACT

harmful paraphiliacs (i.e, zoo, kids, etc). this goes for pro-contact (blo ur hed off) and no-contact (go to therapy), recovering, non-offending, idc. i do not wish to be associated with you! OTHER non-harmful paraphiles get ur freak on idgaf long as everyone can consent, if ur prof is nsfw tho pls dni!

NSFW accounts: nothing against you again idrgaf but a lot of people in this community are young and i Do Not Wish To Be Associated with you on this blog 😭

SHEDBLR: not the time or place

obviously dont interact with me if you’re racist/transphobic/homophobic/hate fat people/terf whatever else just please be normal oh my gof.

i block freely and happily, anything with even a hint of zoo undertones will lead to you being blocked / unmutualed ! also i don’t support genuine delusions or feeding into them. take that as you will.

ALSO! this is a CONTENT WARNING that my account has guns in it! no videos of shooting or anything explicit i just have hunting rifles ( i don’t use them ). please be weary of gun safety and don’t copy me if you cannot handle guns properly ‼️

[luciddreamingstuff]

PvP Civilization Chapter 2!

Spoilers down below. Not spoiler reaction first tho:

Now my actual thoughts.

Okay so first of all, production value has *looks up at sky* made a hole in my ceiling. The animated intro with the music? Fucking fantastic. Had a lot of references to the past season which is always good. And some hints to the new season so already we're making great stride. And the bit for the start of the season? I was laughing. The title had me so confused on where this was going and that whole thing with Guard Friend? Yes, thank you, Guard Friend fan over here. And now we get into the logistics of how this world actually works. Nice to see our dear Evbo not too torn up about what happened with Tabi, still running around and being somewhat goofy. But I saw a slight change in his character as well compared to the first season, we'll see how that goes. He does seem a bit more grown up in my mind. Also HI SEAWATT! WELCOME TO PVP CIVILIZATION!

Glad to see you are still traumatized over that from Parkour civilization DGBHREKGHREJHGRJEH nearly choked on my tea here. I'M FINE! Oh please, he's probably the biggest shipper out of all of us. Anyways moving on-- Now then, with how the new members of each civilization are decided, should be interesting to see how they are going to utilize that from now on. But it could also be just there for the moment and not go beyond that, unlike Parkour Civilization. Which honestly? I'm completely fine with that. I don't mind a rehashing of certain plot elements, makes em fun. But with how the story is setting up, it's going to be pretty different from Parkour Civilization 2, which I am excited about. Now all I'm waiting for is ClownPierce to show up. Maybe he and Tabi are working together. Anyways can't wait for more!

[mcsm-r0ckz]

Hello!! I'm the owner of the MCSM-R0CKZ blog!!😋

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《⭐️》 Names: Ast3r, R0ckz, Ax3l, Aid3n

《⭐️》 They/It/He

《⭐️》 Nonbinary, Demiboy, Omnisexual

[🔥] AB0UT M3!!

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《⭐️》 Axden, Cassaya, Nellinta, Xaragaard, Pamdar, Stellivia, Magriel, Jesstra and Jesskas multishipper in MCSM🏳️‍🌈

《⭐️》 A HUGE Glitterhugs and Ragebait/Shrimpbowl multishipper in Dandy's world✨️

《⭐️》 My number #1 top hyperfixation is MCSM, Mouthwashing and Dandy's World, but I might post some others like Nimona, The Sonic 3 movie, and Wreck it Ralph, mostly MCSM focused blog tho, other than Dandy's World

《⭐️》 I'm a mine-imatorer, horror creator, writer, artist, cosplayer, and editor😋

《⭐️》 Big Axel, Aiden, and Glisten kin😛

《⭐️》 Trigger words: Axolotls[not much anymore but still], mentions of the words like or similar my ex best friends names, and at times S/H and suicide

[🔥] WARN1NGS!!

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《⭐️》 My AUs contains mature topics like, drugs, alcohol, etc.

《⭐️》 My MCSM AU is HELLA different from canon MCSM[ex: ages, lore, characters, etc], so be warned

《⭐️》 I might and will say dirty things because I'm dirty minded, so be warned👍

《⭐️》 I cuss A LOT like 24/7😭

《⭐️》 Do not hate on any ships[except animal x human or straight up illegal ones] or I will roundhouse kick you😇/sil but still do not

《⭐️》 If I hurt you w/ my joking teasing/bullying, just tell me nicely, but I might be stubborn because I don't understand/gen

《⭐️》 I have anger issues, so if I get snappy or pissed off at times, then that's why🥲

《⭐️》 I will get passionate about certain subjects, so be warned🙏

《⭐️》 I'm new to Dandy's World so if I screw up lore don't scream at me please😭

[🔥] RUL3S/B0UNDARI3S!!

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《⭐️》 Do not flirt with me. I have a boyfriend[ @aid3nk1nnie ] who I love very much. Fuck off💞

《⭐️》 Do not randomly or dm me without a reason. I do not know you. Nor are you my friend. Just ask. Same on discord except w/ sending friend requests. I have to have at least a conversation to be able to friend you.

《⭐️》 I am not religious, like, at all, so like, don't bring up that stuff around me🫠

《⭐️》 Kindly and PRIVATELY correct me if I make a mistake, half the time I don't know if I do so just correct me😃

《⭐️》 Do NOT trigger me with triggers!!

《⭐️》 Respect my ships, even if you don't like them. If you can't, just fucking block me for all I care lmao💀

《⭐️》 Do not insult my favorite/comfort characters, I only say this because I might insult yours unintentionally so just to be safe, don't hate on them in front of me😭🙏

《⭐️》 USE TONETAGS❗️❗️

[🔥] S0CIALS!!

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《⭐️》 WATTPAD : AST3RUSSY

《⭐️》 ROLEPLAY ACCOUNT : @b1gmanax3l

[🔥] DNI's!!

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《⭐️》 ANY TYPE OF HOMOPHOBES

《⭐️》 ANY TYPE OF TRANSPHOBES

《⭐️》 XENOPHOBES

《⭐️》 HYPOCRITES

《⭐️》 PROSHIPPERS AND SUPPORTS

《⭐️》 HARDCORE SHIP HATERS[ex: romesse] GET OUT!!!!!!!

《⭐️》 RELATIVE NEGATIVITY

《⭐️》 ABLEISTS

《⭐️》 MISOGYNISTS

[🔥] TAGS!!

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《⭐️》 #aster rambles: me rambling about certain things on my mind lmao💥

《⭐️》 #aster announcements: news about a new book, intro, or whatever I think is important😇

《⭐️》 #aster wtf moments: me being a dumbass/weirdo🥲

《⭐️》 #ask aster: a new tag where basically it's just all the asks I get, not fully done tho as of rn🫠

《⭐️》 #asters shitty drawings: drawings I made😋

《⭐️》 #aster vents: me venting basically😭

《⭐️》 #asters fun facts: me sharing info/fun facts abt sm🤑

《⭐️》 #aster reblogs: a new tag where's its all my reblogs, all reblogs won't be there

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And that's it lmao