#their markings sometimes form a smiley face!!

[diddlydarndoodles]

I’ve been working on a discduo themed sky fan season!! Here’s Dream’s— the spirit guide’s— spirit design and cosmetics. He gives you a mask, cape, outfit and (as an ultimate reward) umbrella!! He also gives a ‘concerned’ emote, even though spirit guides don’t usually give emotes— he leans to the side and peers at the object of his concern while wringing his hands. The level three and four versions could involve him hunching over a bit and biting his nails.

[jaemotion]

blitzed | lmh (teaser)

pairing⇢ mark lee x reader

summary ⇢ finding Mark was always easy for you — which makes you his friends' last resort whenever they need him back.

genre/au ⇢ angst, smut, uh best friends ig?

rating & word count ⇢ 18+ | 0.6k

warnings ⇢ swearing, pining, drug use, high sex, allusions to mental health struggles, they’re kinda toxic ngl (more specific ones will be added in the full fic)

a/n: i couldn't finish the fic by the end of his birthday so i figured a teaser will do since it's been sitting in my drafts since March 💀. happiest 25th to the loml, my markie, my minhyung 🥺 we've been together for 9 years now? (he was one of the three rookies i picked from the SM rookie app 😌)

you hear a familiar giggle after opening the door.

sighing in relief, you should've thought of looking for Mark here right away. it's one of the secluded ones in this lounge that he and his friends frequented during their free time. mostly him cause his younger bros prefer staying in the main area where the consoles are. honestly, it's essentially a game room because of the other recreational amenities like billiard tables, etc.

your favourite actually, that's why you visit here a lot but that's mainly because you're also Mark's best friend.

he tends to stay in this room when he needs to be alone. just chilling around surrounded by his favourite things. being those colourful tablets on the small table beside him and apparently, you.

“hi baby~” he calls to you from the small mattress he’s lying on. he giggles after, arms splaying around when he sees the scowl on your face at seeing his current predicament.

you've gotten used to Mark calling you this petname though you haven't heard him call you that when he's sober. you stare at his form from where you’re standing, gaze switching between him and a couple of mollies. those smileys carved in each of the assorted candies further annoyed you for many reasons.

because it seems like they're taunting you.

he’s done this a million times before, sneaking out to take a breather when he’s going through something. you and his friends never bother him when it happens but it’s uncharacteristic for him to do this, getting high at this time of day so it must’ve been different.

“what the hell mark?!” you yell whispering instead of actually using your voice at him to not bring his friends’ attention from the main room. it’s already telling when Renjun asks you specifically to look for him when he usually does it himself.

“relax, i didn’t take a lot” he states, surprisingly sounding sober despite looking fried. you’re damn worried about him but instead, he’s out here biting his right pointer finger as he looks at you with those heavy lidded eyes.

“still..” you look away because of their intensity and then he starts giggling again, probably finding amusement in your reactions.

“mark what’s going on?” you prod, not wasting any more time. you already did by searching for him in other places even knowing that this is what he considered his safest.

you wait for Mark to answer because sometimes he takes a while especially when he's like this. fortunately for him, you’re the type to help in any way that you can.

hence why you tolerate Mark’s antics, taking whatever he can give you at the moment.

“don’t wanna talk about it” he quips, his arm that was lying above his head coming down to grab your wrist.

“then what do you want?”

“you” he says with serious intent, thumb rubbing around your inner wrist in a coaxing manner which prompts your eyes to return to him.

he's not looking at you though, his eyes seem so fascinated as his thumb continues circling your skin. if he’s being honest, Mark just doesn’t want to face a possible rejection from you.

he could take it like a man should but not right now. not when everything’s been going to shit for him. he can’t fuck up things with you too but he might’ve already by stupidly blurting out what’s been on his mind lately.

“me how?”

you actually knew what Mark was asking but it’s not often he’s like this, flogged up his mind to stop himself from being vulnerable around you. besides, you’ve wanted to pry him off to whatever he just had so you’ll entertain this specific request of his.

like you always do.

“on me” he whispers before bursting out in another fit of laughter. he may look disoriented but the sincerity in his eyes never wavers each time he looks at you.

© jaemotion 2024. do not copy or repost.

[number1greedlingfan]

Headcanons that are meaningless to everyone but me (or extremely niche inside jokes formed by my friend group)

Hawkeye finds pleasantries, mostly "hello"s and "goodbye"s, pointless and kind of annoying. She'll sometimes engage in them in person but never over the phone. She often hangs up while the other person is mid "bye".

Havoc's "tried and true" opener on dates is that he prefers rainy weather because he, quote, "loves to curl up by the window with a good book and some tea". This is not only a bold-faced lie, but it hasn't helped him get past the first date so it's not any more effective than his other lines.

Fuery pulls more women than Havoc does (not that there was any competition lmao) but he is somehow unaware of this.

Mustang's singular hobby that he does purely for fun is building model ships. His only social interaction is with his coworkers because he does not have any other friends.

Ed thinks Winry is cooped up in her shop all day and all night but that's literally only when he shows up because he DOES IT UNANNOUNCED!! Winry has a thriving social life both in Resembool and Rush Valley. She knows every single person in Resembool and keeps tabs on the neighbors. She's invited to dinners and group outings all the time. People mourned when she moved to RV. Within a month of working at Garfiel's, she'd already met most of the people on the street and she remembers most of their names.

Because of her interests, it's often assumed that Winry is a "not like other girls" type but she is the exact opposite. If you say a single misogynistic thing about other girls' interests (like astrology or pop music) on a first date she is getting up and leaving.

Ling is hypermobile and can bend his hands like this️ ⬇️ as well as do things like back bends and pulling his shoulders out of their sockets. When he was younger he would go up to literally anyone (family members, visiting officials, perfect strangers) and ask if they wanted to see him pull his shoulder out and then not wait for an answer.

Ling's favorite fruit is mango. When he was seven he refused to eat anything but that and had so many that he threw up at a family function. (Mangos were ruined for him for two years.)

Lan Fan does not get sick often but when she does It's Bad and she's taken out for a week or more. When she was younger and delirious with fever, she started distressedly mumbling that she was turning into a cookie. Nothing would convince her otherwise (Fu tried everything). In the end, they had to get Ling to help and he calmed her down in seconds by saying "there are no crumbs so I think you're probably okay".

This is a small one: Lan Fan is on the ace spectrum.

When Mei cooks for other people she makes it as cute as humanly possible. Everything that can have a smiley face or heart on it will. Side note, Al and Mei are 100% a couple that cooks together.

Mei is a little bit fujopilled. You understand.

While he seems shady as hell, Greed's rap sheet is actually pathetically small. The worst crime he's ever committed is, of course, the single instance of kidnapping that we saw on screen.

Greed doesn't understand electricity. He thinks it's powered by electric eels ("eelectricity") and has numerous drawings in his diaries theorizing on the mechanics of these machines. Ex: A generator that has an eel tank with a water wheel inside of it. The drawing is accented with large arrows and question marks and "HOW DOES IT WORK"s. That being said! He's not stupid in all academics. Give this guy some numbers and put it in a financial context and he can calculate anything.

Greed likes the "finer things" but he also has bad taste and sometimes these clash horribly. Is the furniture in his home expensive? Yes. Does any of it match in any conceivable way? Fuck no. Also that nice walnut hutch that cost 1.5K is used solely to display his novelty bong collection.

Heinkel and Darius only became close and discovered the other was gay because of the Camping Trip. So,

[quitealotofsodapop]

Hello!! I would like to do some fanart for the ship children for each of the kids of the wukongverse except I can't really find some descriptions for some of them, like keto and rahu who I think were only mentioned once(??) Do you by chance have a link for them or a tag?

Of course! I always welcome fanart of my aus or ideas! ^♡^

I'll try to do decent descriptions for all ze babies/fan children.

Lego Monkie Kid - Shadowpeach (multiple aus);

Zàoyīn & Bàoliè/"Rumble & Savage" - tiny black-furred baby monkeys with red face masks + Macaque's dark skin. Get into a lot of havoc despite being the size of marmosets. Develop little red "tiger stripes" on their limbs and tails as they get older. Rumble has natural six-ears.

Yuebei Xing - the baby girl herself and star of the SlowBoiled au. Tiniest black furball ever. Big blue eyes (often caused by eating LBD's soul). And a white skull-shaped face marking. Grows to be much taller than either parent. Here's some super cute fanart done by @teatime-at-4 + teenage Yuebei by @soniclozdplove + an older version of her done in the LMK OC Picrew.

Jidu & Luohuo - born shortly after Yuebei, and named for the lunar nodes/phenomena making them the "Nodelets". Furs are a mix of orange and black like tortoiseshell cats. Both have four purple and orange ears. Very mischievous.

Luzhen - technically Wukong's little brother, depending on the au. Looks like a little clone of him, but with deep blue eyes. Loves music.

Ziqi - newest baby idea. Named for the last Lunar phenomena (Perigee/a supposed "shadow planet") not given a character in Journey to the South. Surprise baby. Pure black (like a shadow) with hazy purple eyes, and face marking.

+some lovely human glamour designs made by @soniclozdplovesonic for the Post Jttw Stone Egged au. I praise their work openly, they are amazing.

Monkey King Hero is Back - ReboundedHeroes;

Xiaoyun/"Little Cloud" - born from a mysterious cloud-patterned Stone Egg. Egg was damaged before hatching; causing the right eye, right ear(s), and right arm not to develop correctly. Pure white fluffy fur, like a cloud. Very small and skinny due to being born premature. Very adventurous, gives his parents frequent heart attacks.

Yǔ Sōng & Xuě Bào - Twin girls born sometime into the family's Journey across the kingdoms. Look like little toasted macaroons with six ears each, and violet eyes. Develop their baba's red-auburn when they grow up.

+Shui Lian - Adopted. AU form of the White-Faced Vixen. Due to timeline changes, the "vixen" is rather only a pre-teen kit. Has albinism and is unable to hide her fox ears and tail despite mostly-human form.

Monkey King Reborn - Fruitiedads;

Xiao Qi - Fruitie/Qi Energy reborn as a Stone Monkey egg by sheer willpower. Fur so white it look transparent. Pink skin + pink heart-shaped face marking. Big smiley baby. Looks like a fairytale prince.

Xiao Lü - reincarnation of Yuandi/Primordium created when Nüwa tricked Smokey/SWK into creating a clay figure to house the primordial soul - which became a new stone egg. Pure black fur, light skin, and no noticeable face marking as if yet. Has little grey "shoes" on the fur around her feet - hence the name.

5 False Ginseng Fruit Babies - complete and utter accident on the monkeys part. Smokey tried growing the pit from the Ginseng fruit he ate in hopes that the resulting tree could help reinvigorate the damaged FFM. Liang/LEM watered/tended to the tree while he was gone. It did not in fact bare Ginseng Fruit - but five whole newborn monkey cubs - all named after stone fruits. Current draft of the au places their "fruiting" after the Journey once everyone's come home. More detailed post here.

Lìzhī & Hǎizǎo - Twins. Born at the crux of the Journey. Accidentally delivered inside the Thunderclap Monastery. Look like miniature versions of Smokey, tiny brown furred grumpy things.

+Zhu Yu & Ku Ai / Wood Wolf Siblings - Adopted. The children of Kui Mulang/Revati/Yellow Robed Demon and the Princess Baihuaxiu. After the stray star wolf entity was captured, the Princess wanted nothing to do with her half-wolf children (given that they were conceived in less than ideal circumstances) and the human king wanted them destroyed. The pilgrims take the little werewolves into their group. Older girl and younger boy, both below the age of seven. Mix of brown and grey fur/hair like regular wolf pups. Think the kids from Wolf Children Ami & Yuki.

Monkey King 2023/Netflix - CherryandOliveStones;

Xiaoshi - created when Cherry/SWK wanted to see if he could make "another him" from clay and a pebble after he had learned the story of Nüwa. Clay Egg became a real Stone Egg. Xiaoshi has bright orange fur and light briwn face markings. Rarely doesn't have paint or ink in his fur. Link to some amazing art done by @tsa-smth.

Hǔpò & Zhēnzhū aka "The Pebbles" - natural babies. Look like little clones of their LEM (black fur with white accents) with their dear baba's green eyes.

Luzhen (yes another one) - miniature version of Cherry/SWK. Possible little brother.

New Gods series - Jackpotshipping;

Xiaozhēn - dumpster baby. Possible half-monkey demon. Fluffy brown fur, built like a dad - cus he is one. Is in his 30s demon-wise. Has kids of his own.

Unnamed newborn twins nicknamed "Two Pair" (x) - dark fur and brown eyes. One baby is an attempted changeling - but they aren't sure which one.

Meihouwang 2009 - Peachbuds;

Ketu & Rahu - a pair of twins, one a loose Stone Egg that arrived in a comet, the other an egg formed naturally between the parents (they're all grown up by now ofc). Both have a mix of silver and gold fur, like their parents when they were younger. Rahu has six ears. Here's the post you mentioned!

Smash Legends - FabledConnections;

No definite kids, but I'd imagine they'd be a mix of black and white fur. Like tuxedo cats.

No kids planned for the 1999/2000 Legends cartoon pair (yet)

Thank you so much for your interest in all of this - I try to keep all these ideas under the tag #jttw inspo fan children when I can. If you decide to make fanart for any of these babies (or the parents), make sure to @ me so I can see!

[northsoulss]

I don’t know if you request are still open but imagine Elisa de Almeida with S/O that’s really pretty but has a resting B face, always look tired or about to say something rude BUT she has the kindest soul, she always has a nice attitude, and is basically unable so say rude things to son because she’ll feel bad. ( my friend is like this she literally is the nicest human I’ve ever met)

softie - elisa de almeida

(a/n : hi anon! thanks for the request! this is actually my first request so i hope i did it justice! xoxo)

all your life, you have been told that you looked like a bitch by those who don’t know you very well. it did affect you when you were younger, not understanding why people thought of you that way even though you never acted like one. eventually, as you grew up, you stopped caring and instead, you started to embrace it.

you stopped trying to smile more, to look more “friendly”. you started to relax your face, and occasionally get thrown judgmental stares by the general public when you are out and about. especially since you play football, word spreads fast that psg is housing a cold-hearted striker.

that’s what you were known as. “cold”. your friends know better though. they know you were fearlessly loyal, and literally the nicest, and sweetest person alive.

you were known to be powerful and ruthless on the pitch, not taking shit from anyone. however, what the media and the fans didn’t see were the fond smiles shown to your teammates after each game, the gentle acts of services that you always provided; helping your teammates get coffee, being the first the volunteer when people needed help with something. too bad the fans didn’t see you that way.

the day rumours did start to spread like wild fire that you were dating the well known charismatic defender marked the start of your reputation crashing down. there were comments from fans like, “oh my god, how do they even work?”, and you gotta admit that sometimes it does hurt.

whenever you post your usual content on instagram and elisa comments on it with her usual “❤️”, your comment section gets real messy.

it’s easy to say that people just didn’t get why or how you two worked. you, the ruthless, cold-hearted woman, dating elisa, who was charming and bubbly, and to say the least, very smiley.

however, a few months ago, sakina posted on her instagram story a video of elisa just talking, but there you were in the background, staring with a love sick smile. needless to say, you thought the unsolicited comments would start to dial down now that your fans have seen the other side of you, but that was not the case.

“hi baby!” your voice sounds out from the hallway, sitting down to untie your shoes when you feel elisa looming over you. you look up at her with an awkward smile, seeing her with an amused smile with hands on her hips.

“hi.?” you are now confused, and elisa only laughs, taking out her phone and typing something before showing it to you. it was an edit of you, which you were shocked that she watched.

“you watch edits of me baby?” you question, brow raised trying to see her reaction, but she only shakes her head, pointing at the caption instead.

“has our fierce striker turned soft.? what?” you read out, face scrunched up into a frown as you start looking through the comment section. aside from the usual thirsty comments, one in particular caught your eye.

“oh i knew she was a big softie.. what the hell do you mean you knew?!” you practically yell at her phone, utterly shocked. you watch the edit again to see what they meant and you saw it. the clip of you staring at elisa, with eyes practically forming hearts with a fond grin.

“so.. not so cold anymore eh?” she takes the phone back and leans down so that her nose touches yours. she stares into your eyes with her piercing gaze, and you immediately shove her away, obviously flustered. you mumble a “no..” under your breath, trying to continue with what you were doing before elisa interrupted you.

“well, softie. i think things are about to get alot more interesting at our next match.” she hoists you up from the hallway bench and kisses you, lips searingly hot. you only kiss back with just as much energy, groaning when she presses you against the wall. at least now people know you aren’t just some bitch.

©️northsoulss 2023, all rights reserved.

[starskq]

THERE FOR YOU / K.M

Pairing ◊ idol!reader x idol!minjae

Genre ◊ established relationship, fluff, slight angst

Warnings ◊ talk about a form of anorexia and burning out 

Word count ◊ 2,7k 

Summary ◊ Your group was having a comeback in a few weeks, and you were beyond stressed. Adding to your stress, your boyfriend Minjae was in the middle of the promotions for Xikers’ new album. You always made your relationship work, but not this time. You were under so much pressure that you passed out during practice. 

a/n ◊ Just something that was in the back of my head. Hope you enjoy!

You sat on your bed, your laptop propped open, and your face illuminated by the soft glow of he screen. Your group’s comeback was just a few weeks away, and the pressure was mounting. You glanced at the clock: 11:47 pm. You were waiting for Minjae to call. He had promised to video call you after finishing his practice. You had been crazy busy lately, juggling your schedules and trying to maintain your relationship in secret. 

The screen lit up with an incoming call. You quickly accepted, and Minjae’s tired but smiley face appeared. He looked exhausted, his hair damp with water, and you felt a pang of guilt for adding to his stress, a feeling that was becoming all too familiar. 

‘’Hey,’’ he said, managing a small smile. 

‘’Hey,’’ you replied, trying to sound cheerful despite being tired. ‘’How was rehearsal?’’ 

‘’Exhausting,’’ he sighed, running a hand through his hair. ‘’We keep going over the same parts over and over again. I think we’re all at our breaking point.’’ 

You nodded, understanding the feeling all too well. ‘’I get it. We had to redo our entire choreography three times today; I feel like my brain’s gonna explode. Nothing’s ever perfect enough.’’ 

Minjae leaned back, his frustration evident. ‘’I don’t know why they keep pushing us so hard. It’s not like we’re machines.’’ 

You bit your lip, hesitating before speaking. ‘’Well, maybe if you weren’t always so hard on yourself, it maybe wouldn’t feel that way.’’ 

His eyes narrowed slightly, his eyebrow rising. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ 

‘’Just that you push yourself too hard sometimes,’’ you explained, your voice softening. ‘’You don’t have to be perfect all the time.’’ 

‘’And you’re the one talking,’’ he scoffed coldly. ‘’You know I have to be though. You don’t understand half of the pressure I’m under.’’ 

You felt your frustration rising. ‘’Don’t act like you’re the only one under pressure. I’m dealing with my own stress too, Minjae.’’ 

He scoffed again, his voice filled with frustration. ‘’Yeah, but at least your group already made their marks. You’re not getting compared to every other rookie group out there.’’ 

His words hurt you a little. Yes, your group debuted three years ago, but that did not mean you were not compared to every other group out there. Your eyes flashed with anger. ‘’And you think it's easy for me? We're constantly being criticized for our looks, our voices, everything. Don't belittle my struggles.’’

He sighed and rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. ‘’I'm not belittling you. I just...I don't know, y/n. Everything's piling up, and I don't know how to deal with it.’’

You felt a lump in your throat. ‘’It kinda feels like we're just taking our frustrations out on each other right now.’’ 

"Maybe we are,’’ Minjae admitted, his voice low.’’Maybe it's too much to handle right now.’’ 

You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. You looked away quickly, trying to regain your composure. ‘’Look, it’s late. I should probably sleep. Long day tomorrow.’’ 

He nodded slowly, his face tense. ‘’That’s probably a good idea. Goodnight, y/n’’ 

‘’Goodnight.’’ 

The screen went dark as the call ended. You stared at your reflection on the black screen, feeling sadness and relief. You looked at the time; it was already late, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. You sighed heavily, rubbing your face with your hands. Your eyes were filled with tears, and you shook your head, hoping it would make them go away. 

Morning came fast, and you only slept an hour. It’s you who seem to be aligning at the moment. Your days had become a blur of rehearsals, no sleep, and barely any food. The pressure to look and perform perfectly weighed heavily on you. You skipped meals, surviving on water, an occasional piece of fruit, and vitamins, convinced you needed to stay as thin as possible. Today was no exception. The dance studio was filled with your comeback track blaring through the speakers. 

You glanced at your phone for the hundredth time today, but still no message from Minjae. You knew he was busy, but it still made you sad. You felt alone. You threw your phone across the room, and it landed on the little couch in the corner of the studio. The choreography started again, and you were at the center; your movements were shared, but your face showed exhaustion. Your group members, Hana, Jiwoo, and Mina, exchanged worried glances as they watched you push through the choreography. 

‘’Y/n, you need to take a break,’’ Hana called out during a brief pause in the music. ‘’You’ve been going nonstop.’’ 

‘’I’m fine,’’ you insisted, your voice strained. ‘’Let’s just do it one more time.’’ 

Jiwoo, the leader of your group, stepped forward, concern etched on her face. ‘’You don’t look fine. You’re pale, and you look like you’re about to pass out.’’ 

‘’I’m just a bit tired,’’ you said, brushing off their worries. ‘’We need to be perfect.’’ 

Mina, the eldest, put a hand on your shoulder. ‘’You know, pushing yourself this hard isn’t gonna help. When was the last time you’ve had a proper meal or a proper night’s sleep.’’

You shook your head, your vision blurring slightly as you did. ‘’I can’t afford to gain weight before the comeback.’’

You stepped back into position, determined to get through the routine again. The music started again, and you threw yourself into the dance, your movement increasingly unsteady. As you reached the final chorus, you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you, but you pushed through. The world around began to spin, the studio lights blurring into one another. Your breath came in short, labored gasps, and your limbs felt heavy. As you hit the final pose, your vision went black, and you fell onto the floor. 

‘’Y/n!’’ Hana screamed as she saw you collapsed to the floor. 

The music was cut off abruptly, and the member rushed to your side. You lay on the ground, unconscious and very pale. Mina frantically checked your pulse while Jiwoo classed for an ambulance. 

‘’She’s not waking up,’’ Mina said, her voice shaking. 

Jiwoo spoke urgently into her phone, explaining the situation to the emergency operator. Minutes felt like hours as they waited for the paramedics to arrive. Hana held your hand, tears streaming down her face. ‘’Please wake up. Please be okay.’’ 

When the paramedics arrived, they quickly assessed your condition. You were severely dehydrated and exhausted. They placed an oxygen mat over your face and prepared to lift you onto a stretcher. 

The members watched in helpless fear as you were carried away. They followed the ambulance in a different car, their hearts heavy with worry and guilt. They had seen the signs but couldn’t convince you to take better care of yourself. 

The girls were pacing back and forth in the waiting room as the doctors took you to run some tests. Hana was sitting in one of the metal chairs, her head in her hands, and Mina and JIwoo were walking back and forth. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as they anxiously waited for updates. 

‘’We should call Minjae,’’ Hana said, her voice trembling. ‘’He deserves to know what’s happening.’’ 

Mina shook her head, her eyes red from crying. ‘’He’s in the middle of a recording for a music show. We can’t disrupt him. ‘’

Jiwoo stopped and turned to face them. ‘’She’s his girlfriend. He needs to know. I don’t care if he’s recording.’’ 

‘’But what if it affects his performance?’’ Mina argued. ‘’He’s already under so much pressure.’’ 

Hana sighed, her frustration evident. ‘’This isn’t about his performance; this is about y/n. He should at least know what’s going on. Wouldn’t you like to know if something similar happened to Sunwoo?’’ 

Mina’s lips parted as she was going to answer, but the mention of her boyfriend made her stop. The argument continued, their voices rising in the silent room. Finally, Jiwoo raised her hands in surrender. ‘’Enough. I’m going to call him.’’ 

She retreated to a quiet corner of the waiting area, shaking her hands as she dialed Mine’s number. She took a deep breath as she heard the ringtone, praying he would pick up quickly. 

‘’Hello?’’ Minjae’s voice came through the phone, tired but surprised. Y/n’s member never called him unless it was something important. 

‘’Minjae, it’s Jiwoo,’’ she said, her voice breaking. ‘’It’s y/n, she’s… we’re in the hospital right now.’’ 

There was a brief pause before Mine’s tone changed to one of worry. ‘’What happened? Is she okay? Is she hurt?’’ 

‘’She… she collapsed during practice,’’ Jiwoo explained, her voice strained as the tears threatened to come out. ‘’She’s been pushing herself way too hard. Not eating, not sleeping… We’re waiting for updates, but apparently, she is extremely dehydrated and exhausted.’’ 

His heart sank as tears welled up in his eyes. ‘’Oh my god…’’ he said, his voice breaking. ‘’I’m leaving right now.’’ 

‘’Minjae, you’re in the middle of recording,’’ Jiwoo said, her voice gentle but firm. ‘’Finish your performance first, please. We can’t have you run away like that.’’ 

He shook his head as if she could see him, his voice filled with frustration. ‘’I can’t just stay here while she’s in the hospital.’’ 

Jiwoo tried to reassure him. ‘’We’ll be here with her, and I’ll text you if we have any updates. Just come as soon as you can, okay?’’ 

He sighed heavily. ‘’Okay. If she wakes up, tell her I love her. I’ll be there as soon as I’m done. We only have two cuts left to shoot.’’ 

As soon as the call ended, his focus was shattered. His group members noticed his distress immediately. Sumin, one of his closest friends and fellow members, approached him. 

‘’Hyung, everything okay? What’s wrong?’’ He asked, concern evident in his voice. 

‘’It’s y/n,’’ he replied, his voice strained. ‘’She collapsed during practice today. She’s in the hospital.’’ 

Sumin’s lips parted in shock. ‘’Oh my god, is she okay?’’ 

He bit his lips, trying to prevent a tear from slipping away from his eyes. ‘’The girls are waiting for an update. I don’t know.’’ 

He gently patted Minjae’s shoulder as support. The recording session dragged on painfully, each second feeling like an hour to Minjae. He pushed through the performance, his mind elsewhere, and his movements mechanical. Xikers’ member did their best to support him, but the worry was also evident on their faces. 

As soon as the final cut was called, Minjae didn’t bother to change out of his stage outfit or anything. He exited the studio and hopped in a taxi, giving the hospital’s address. He did not even take his bag or phone; he was too worried to think about anything other than coming to the hospital to be there for you. 

He busted into the hospital, still in his stage outfit, makeup smudged from sweat and worry. He found your members in the waiting room, their faces lighting up with relief as they saw him. 

‘’Minjae!’’ Hana exclaimed, rushing to him. 

‘’How is she?’’ He said, panting. 

‘’They’re still running some tests. We don’t have any information.’’ Jiwoo said, trying to keep her calm, but her eyes were puffy and red. 

Minjae nodded. ‘’What happened?’’ 

Jiwoo sighed, guilt evident in her voice. ‘’She’s been pushing herself too hard, practicing too hard. We tried to get her to slow down, but she wouldn’t listen.’’ 

He clenched his fists, anger mixing with his worry. ‘’You should’ve told me. I should’ve been there for her.’’ 

Hana placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. ‘’We all missed the signs. We didn’t realize how bad it was until now.’’

‘’And we had that stupid fight yesterday,’’ he said, more to himself, his voice a mere whisper. He ran his hand on his face. ‘’I should’ve been more understanding.’’ The guilt gnawed at him.

A tall man walked towards them, his expression serious. ‘’Hello, I’m Dr. Yoon,’’ he said, his voice serious. ‘’You’re y/n’s relatives, correct?’’ They all nodded. They all felt their heart race as they prepared themselves for the news. ‘’She is suffering from severe exhaustion, dehydration, and malnutrition.’’ He explained. ‘’Her body has been pushed beyond its limits, but she is stable now and responding to treatment, so that’s good news. She’ll need a lot of rest, paper nutrition, and time to recover fully.’’ 

‘’Can we see her?’’ Minjae asked, his voice barely above a whisper. 

‘’You, you can go in,’’ the doctor replied. ‘’She’s still sleeping, and letting her rest is important. You can one by one.’’ 

Minjae looked at your members, who nodded at him, saying he should go first. He nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and worry. He followed the doctors into your room, his heart racing as he saw you lying there, pale and fragile. He gently took your hand, feeling the warmth of your skin against his. 

He sat down beside her bed, his fingers slightly brushing your hair. Tears moistened his eyes, and he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. He had been so caught up in his stress that he hadn’t seen the signs. He hadn’t been there for you when you needed him the most. 

‘’I’m so sorry, my love.’’ He whispered, his voice choked with emotion. ‘’I should have been there for you.’’ 

Ten minutes passed, and he watched you breathe, waiting for any sign that you were waking up. Finally, your eyes fluttered open, and you looked around, disoriented. He quickly regained his composure. 

‘’Y/n.’’ He said softly, trying to form a smile somehow. ‘’Hey there, sleepyhead.’’ 

You blinked, your eyes focusing on him. ‘’Minjae? What happened?’’ 

‘’You collapsed during practice,’’ he explained gently, trying to keep his voice steady. ‘’You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. The doctors said you to rest.’’ 

‘’Oh my god,’’ you said, tears welling up in your eyes. ‘’Fuck, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you.’’ 

He smiled, though his eyes glistened with tears, and shook his head. ‘’You sure scared me. But what’s important now is that you’re okay. And you better believe I’m going to make sure you take care of yourself from now on,’’ he leaned closer, kissing your forehead softly. ‘’You know, you don’t always have to be perfect. You’re already perfect to me, love.’’ 

You managed a small smile, your hand squeezing his. ‘’Thank you for being here.’’

‘’Where else would I be ?’’ He replied, his tone playful. You’re stuck with me now, whether you like it or not.’’ 

You glanced at him, eyes widening slightly. ‘’Why are you in your stage outfit?’’ 

He chuckled, brushing off her concern. ‘’Don’t worry about that right now. Just focus on getting better.’’ 

‘'No, really,’’ you insisted. ‘’Tell me why.’’

He sighed, relenting. ‘’ I rushed here right after my recording. I didn't even change. I just had to make sure you were okay.’’

Your eyes softened, tears welling up again. ‘’I'm so sorry for making you worry. And we had that stupid fight yesterday…’’

Minjae shook his head, gently placing a hand on your head. "Shh, let's not think about that. What's important is that you're going to be okay. We'll talk about everything else later.’’ He smiled, looking at you. He gently scolded you, trying to keep the mood light. ‘’And no more skipping meals or staying up all night, okay? I want you to be healthy and happy. Understood?’’ 

‘’Yes, sir,’’ you slightly chuckled, your voice weak. ‘’I promise.’’ 

Minjae chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. ‘’Good. Because if you don't, I'll have to call you by all those embarrassing pet names you hate in front of everyone.’’

You laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. ‘’Alright, alright. No more pushing myself too hard.’’

"That's my girl," Minjae said, his heart swelling with love. He stayed by her side, holding your hand. For the rest of the day, he never left your side? He watched you as you slept, making sure you were comfortable and did not need anything, and when you woke up, he was there, ready with a smile and gentle words. He promised himself he would never leave your side and always be there for you from now on. 

[misc-obeyme]

How about the Hidden prompt with Belphie?

Hello there!

Okay I don't get to write for Belphie too often, so this was fun! I have no clue where the idea came from, but here we are.

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC x Belphegor with prompt Hidden

Warnings: none!

It was something you started doing when you realized that it could be almost impossible to wake Belphie. There were times when he would blink blearily up at you, pulling himself into wakefulness just for the opportunity to spend time with you. But other times it didn't seem to matter what you did, he would not even stir.

When this happened, you would leave him a little handwritten note to let him know you had tried. Sometimes they'd say things like "let's talk when you wake" or if you didn't have anything in particular you wanted to say it would just be a "good morning" with a little smiley face.

Belphie would eventually come find you when he woke up. Sometimes you could tell it was the first thing he did. There might still be a red mark across his face from where it was pressed against some hard surface or his hair might be in disarray because he hadn't yet bothered to fix it.

You always used whatever utensils were nearby, but you didn't always have something handy. One time you ripped a piece of a magazine page out to tuck beneath his sleeping form. It was an advertisement for a drink you had been talking to him about earlier. A few hours later, he sat down next to you with two of that very drink - one for you and one for him.

Belphie never mentioned the notes unless he was talking to you about something that you had written in one of them. He never said that he liked waking up to find one or that he wanted you to stop. You just assumed he was fine with it.

The others had noticed it, too, and occasionally one of the brothers would give you a pen you were lacking just so you could leave your customary note to him.

One day you found yourself in the attic looking for him. He was snoozing away in his usual spot and you tried to wake him. It was one of those times when he simply wouldn't respond. You started looking around for something to write with. There had to be a pen in the attic somewhere, right?

You started rummaging around in a box of random stuff in the corner. It had several smaller boxes stacked on top of it, but you could still get into it. The things inside looked like they might be pen-adjacent, so you were going to look there before moving on to closed boxes.

You hadn't found anything yet when your arm bumped the boxes above you and the very top one came crashing to the floor.

It was a small box, but it was made of wood, so the sound it made as it hit the wood floor was incredibly loud. And so was the little scream you let out in surprise.

The box was sitting open, though not broken, its contents displayed across the floor.

Belphie groaned and sat up, rubbing at his eyes. "What was all that noise? MC? What are you doi-"

He cut off his sentence when he saw the box and things on the floor. He took in the mess for a moment before his eyes darted up to your face.

Every single note you had ever left for Belphie while he was asleep was now piled across the floor of the attic.

Your eyes scanned across your own handwriting on various different types of paper in many different colors of ink. You even saw the magazine ad tucked between other pages.

There were so many of them, you had no idea that you did it so frequently.

You also had no idea that Belphie had been keeping them. You looked at him, the notes strewn out between the two of you.

Belphie was blushing, but he met your eyes. "I don't want any of my brothers finding them, so I keep them hidden."

You shook your head, stepping over the mess to sit beside him. "I'm just touched that you kept them at all," you said.

Belphie put his arms around you, pulling you close. "The only good thing about waking up is seeing you or finding one of those notes."

You weren't sure what to say to that, but it didn't matter because you found it was much easier just to kiss him.

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masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[cozzzynook]

do you have anymore aus for bee?

(I may be a bit desperate/j)

I love to headcanon Bee as mute like so many of his adaptations.

Whether it be from war or he was born with a disabled vox I like either or.

Bee uses Cybertronian sign language or his em field to communicate. He’s able to make noises yes but nothing beyond a beep or buzz as far as definitive sounding words.

he used to wish he could talk as a sparkling and youngling but as he’s grown into a full mech he’s okay with himself and not being able to.

If the situation really calls for it he will use his radio as a warning to his comrades. But then he meets Raf, Jack & Miko & uses his radio for them.

Raf learns cybertronian sign for Bee and they communicate through that and Raf talking. Its something that makes Bee really happy seeing Raf use sign to communicate with him. It means a lot to him since Optimus is the only other mech to use sign when communicating with him.

He knows he can hear but its nice not being the only one using sign and his adopted sire and now human friend Raf using his main form of language truly has his door wings fluttering in happiness.

-

If Bee gains the attention of a certain mech on the decepticons side- could be Shockwave, could be Soundwave, could be both mechs honestly- they already know some Cybertronian sign and corner him when he’s alone immediately grabbing his attention when they begin speaking with sign.

Of course he thought it was a trap and got away using a ground bridge but after a couple more attempts Bee was worn down enough to demand they save trying to offline him on the battlefield and not when he’s enjoying his time alone for a quiet drive.

When they admit to wanting to converse with him and learn more about him outside the war he still thinks its a trap but the two slither into his spark after giving some private information about themselves.

Like how Shockwave is affected by shadowplay but he can still feel and Soundwave lets a glimpse of his purple eyes flash through his visor before setting the tint back in full swing. Followed by a smiley face and question mark beneath it.

Bumblebee was a little less on edge and more receptive to meeting them in secret during each Earth week.

Sometimes it’s Shockwave that comes first to meet him followed by Soundwave but more often than not it’s usually the two coming together. On rare occasions Bee can’t show up its because his joint stiffen due to the cold weather and his frame locks up in pain.

He usually has his daily joint soothers from Ratchet but at there are times its not enough and nothing can be done but lay and rest. The humans call it ‘arthritis,’ Bee doesn’t mind using that term it made him feel less isolated since he was the only one in his group born with what his people called a defective frame.

The first time it happened he sent a private comm a bit late saying he couldn’t make it and apologized promising to make it up.

The two bots were not happy with missing out on seeing him especially without a specific reason not confirming if his well-being was satisfactory or not. Bumblebee felt guilty not telling them but he didn’t want them knowing he wasn’t a regular functioning mech. Truthfully he wished his team didn’t know either. He didn’t like the looks they’d give him if he looked uncomfortable or showed any signs of pain.

Ratchet didn’t see him any different since he took his oath to treat any bot born completely functional or dysfunctional to spark with unbiased care. Bee spent a lot of time quietly resting in his berth or in the medical unit slab with a curtain drawn to give him and Ratchet privacy.

Bee wasn’t in the best condition to meet with them the next time either but he didn’t want to pull the same stunt twice so he met with them. It took all but a nano-klik for them to see something was wrong. He tried brushing it off but the two were more stubborn and persistent than him and so he signed that he was not only mute but dysfunctional.

He used the human term arthritis knowing they would have to search the human term in their systems but he wanted just a klik more of their time before they turned pede and left him behind like many others had done before coming to Earth.

What he got in turn was the two bots asking if he was in pain still. Shockwave didn’t wait for an answer as he turned and went through the ground bridge Soundwave opened and returned with a vial of what he knew to be pain blockers. Soundwave in the mean time gently forced him to sit as Shockwave knelt beside them and brought the vial to his intake.

“I’m fine, I have daily meds I take that soothes most of the pain. Any more and I’ll recharge for a few mega cycles.”

The two still seemed like they wanted him to take the vial so he switched topics, “you aren’t freaked out by me being dysfunctional?”

“There is no shame in being formed differently. It is simply a fact that cannot be changed and should be cared for with the means of medicine and a helping servo. That is all there is to it,” Shockwave supplied while Soundwave nodded pointing to himself and Shockwave.

Bumblebee knew what he meant.

Soundwave and Shockwave were different even among the decepticons, he had no reason to believe they would treat him any different. If they could accept him being mute they would surely accept he was born dealing with his joints and frame having pains without a wound in sight.

“Thank you,” he wasn’t big on being touched much like Shockwave but he couldn’t help it. He hugged the scientist briefly, with enough time to reject just in case, before hugging Soundwave releasing him a nano-klik later.

“Thank you.”

-

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[artzychic27]

WereMiraculous- Recess Class Pack

Akuma

Science

Theater

DJ

Role: Alpha Bio:

Mated to Mason

Has her fun moments, but knows when to be serious

Given the role of Alpha after Beck stepped down to go lone wolf

Great at coming up with plans to evade hunters

Really hopes he can live up to Beck's reputation

Wolf Form: Large with some muscle, short light brown fur, amber eyes, red smiley face on her forehead

Spinelli

Role: Pack Artist/Beta Bio:

Mated to Austin A

Like Nino, he's also the straight man. (I use that term loosely)

Can sometimes be found with Nathaniel and Petra when the packs meet up

Says what's on his mind

Will gladly maul his mate's mother when he gives the go ahead

Wolf Form: Large and a bit brawny, smooth black fur, dark purple eyes, pink ballet flat on his forehead

Victoria

Role: Lead Hunter Bio:

Lost the feeling in her legs after a hunting accident years back, but that doesn't deter her

Thanks to a bit of help from Gerard, he can still hunt in his wolf form with the use of some aides

Very sure of herself

Sometimes helps Austin T with the cooking

Dominates at basketball when in their human form. REALLY wants to go all Air Bud and play basketball in their wolf form

Wolf Form: Large and with lean muscles, short and soft black fur, dark brown eyes, orange basketball marking on her forehead

Gerald

Role: Strategist Bio:

Like Aurore, he's got a plan, and a backup plan, and a backup backup plan

Everyone trusts his judgement

Bit of a "mad scientist"

Has dozens of possible scenarios planned out in his head

REALLY loves his mates

Wolf Form: Medium-sized and slender, smooth orange fur, light blue eyes, blue atom molecule marking on his forehead

Gia

Role: Fighter/Head Guard Bio:

Never one to back down from a fight

The others are pretty sure she has military training

She just... She really cares about them all

... Especially Mindy

If you see her punching a rock, just don't do anything, and back away

Wolf Form: Small and buff, choppy blonde fur, reen eyes, green grenade marking on her forehead

Mindy

Role: Ambassador Bio:

Quietest of the pack until you get her singing

Bit of a mom friend in training under Austin T

Wants to wait for Gia to make the first move

Has the most beautiful howl

She's there in a second the moment you get hurt

Wolf Form: Large and brawny, smooth blonde fur, kind green eyes, pink semiquaver on her forehead

Austin A

Role: Pack Omega/Stylist Bio:

Still getting used to being loved by everyone

... The pack just wants to talk to her mother, that's all

Very proud of his looks and insists on the pack "looking their best"

Demands attention from Spinelli, and he is more than happy to give that attention

Care sfor their pack, they just don't like showing it much

Wolf Form: Medium-size and slender, smooth blonde fur, light green eyes, pink lipstick marking on his forehead

Austin Q

Role: Fighter/Guard Bio:

Mated to Gerald and Victoria

Fiercely protective but doesn't like to admit it

Don't ask about his parents

He really misses his brother

Remind him to take care of himself

Wolf Form: Large with a lean build, slightly curly orange fur, dark blue eyes, blue fang marking on his forehead

Austin B

Role: Navigator Bio:

He's pretty much got most of the woods mapped out in his head

Prefers to look a his his old Gameboy than hold a conversation

Only Austin A, Q, and T can get close to him without him side stepping away

Somehow knows everything that'll happen before the others

Went through with this whole elaborate plan where he pretended to be some gamer's dog for a week just so he could play every game they had when they were asleep. Then he beat their scores and got bored

Wolf Form: Medium build and slender, curly black fur, bright yellow eyes, yellow joystick marking on his forehead

Austin T

Role: Pack Therapist/Caretaker Bio:

This pack needs some fucking therapy

And the best way to start is with muffins lovingly baked by Austin T

Likes to visit Jean and his pack

The original mom friend

The rest of the pack reminds him to take care of himself

Wolf Form: Medium build and a bit chubby, curly brown fur, dark brown eyes, pink mixing bowl marking on his forehead

Lotta

Role: Lookout Bio:

Very excitable

Likes to climb to the highest points...

... It makes her feel tall

Headbutted a human hunter, and will do it again

First to howl whenever she hears a fire truck. She likes matching the sound

Wolf Form: Small with some muscle, curly orange fur, dark green eyes, green goggles marking on her forehead

Kendra

Role: Pack Scout Bio:

REALLY likes to hang upside down for some reason

The pack doesn't question it

Helps remind DJ she can still be her fun-loving self even as the pack Alpha

Often stalls human hunters in the most hilarious ways possible

About as bubbly as Rose

Wolf Form: Medium with lean muscle, smooth blonde fur, dark blue eyes, pink bat (the animal) on her forehead

Rochelle

Role: Strategist Bio:

If you see zir and Austin B together, RUN

The snarkiest person you will ever meet

Has the best hearing out of the other pack members

Still getting used to affection

Cares for zir pack, but doesn't like showing it much

Wolf Form: small and slender, slightly curly dark red fur, dark brown eyes, blue soundwave marking on zir forehead

Mason

Role: Alpha's Mate/Pack Parent Bio:

Mated to DJ

Likes to keep tabs on the others

Lives off of coffee

He knows what you're going to do before you do it

Don't try him

Wolf Form: Medium build and slender, silky brown fur, dark grey eyes, blue binder marking on his forehead

@imsparky2002 @msweebyness

[furiousofpanda]

Little regretevator headcannons of mine or ones I agree with to some extent. Primarily I prefer how the are canonically with a few fanon things here and there that really wouldn't change much.

Pest being very interested in prototype (mechanics wise) and ends up being like a mean uncle who pushes prototypes limits

Emphoso is responsible for the Mr. Maneuveror to some extent. Mr is not alive anymore but more of an object moved by a spirit. Mr used to be a God that had legacy that overtime was forgotten but images of it still persist (as see with all the smiley face icons such as on the elevator floor, and paintings in game) Emphoso in my eyes is of a simular species of what Mr used to be pre-godhood before Mr. went into godhood, got shrinked when falling and turned to slate. Mr's spirit is not bound to the rock in particular.

Pest would actually strangle Poob if they were left alone. (I have a distate for how most pestpoob stuff is written personally)

Lampert has a large age gap between Wallter and Mark but is close friends with them, technically got "adopted" (not literally) by the two when they were married as an inside joke but they never actually treated Lampert like a child unless it was for a bit

Mark and Wallter still enjoy doing these bits after the divorce, infact it amplified them. They enjoy arguing sometimes when they are both in with the joke. Not all arguments are entertaining though and some almost can get verbally violent in a way that would entertain pest and folly.

Lampert and Kasper were friends before Kasper got infected (idfk if this is a cannon factor not but that's why I'm putting it here)

Unpleasant actually has a real body but it's on a different plane of existence and the gradient is a placeholder. Unironically Folly and Unpleasant might be able to tolerate eachother more than anyone else can tolerate them.

Infected wants to get better but feels physically/emotionlly unable to take care of himself (autism?) Also feels bad for not asking for help and tries to instead Mask it, making it worse.

Pilby and Mach have the most Aroace Platonic(?) Relationship out of the whole cast. It's more built on comfort and a general distaste for PDA, so nobody really knows what he fuck is going on between these two. As long as they r happy :)

Gnarpy has crashed so many spaceships that area 51 has run out of room to store them.

Spud is afraid of things like physical touch (after a bit of it bro explodes)

Emphoso has ties with Mach's Higher-ups

Gregoriah and Emphoso own large store chains, Gregoriah having 2 areas both ran by them (,one self automated, *cough* reddy) and only them and Emphoso hiring (selling their souls) of other employees like Emerson or that one mf on the button floor which is why they sound depressed or generally unhappy with their jobs.

Gregoriah is a workaholic (like Poob, probably to cope with something) and doest get out much

Poob is technically a demi-god (a status gifted by a trickster god) but is repressing the fact and tries to ignore it. This also means all forms of drugs or intoxication would have no effects on Poob. Despite this it does not make poob invincible, just tough.

Bive flirts with Split in her own way but Split is sort of oblivious to Bives love language for the most part. Despite this they are really good friends that have feelings for eachother but the don't act on it for the most part (I want them to kiss)

I'd write more but I'm on a break at work, I'll update this later when I can fact check som things

[the-shy-wolf]

Hoi curious about more stuff at 11:52

Is there like, special jobs, or services for werewolves n stuff? Cause I think Jax is wearing a collar or something. Also is there any markings on their human forms from shifting into werewolf mode?

Fr tho the comic series is cool I like the part where they try to graffiti a smiley face

-Matt :)

Werewolves have regular jobs. Rory works at his dad's store. Jax is bad at keeping jobs, and is living with his uncle. No purpose for the collars, they wear collars just because it's cool and feels natural. [They sometimes trade/decorate each other's collars] And sometimes they do carry markings over. Rory keeps his freckles and tattoos. Also thank you for asking questions. They are a lot of fun to answer and I'm happy you enjoy the series!

[revunant]

Give me a fun fact about the boy who Jean used to be. Even if he's gone now, what echoes of that person might still exist in the world, even if only in his mother's memory or his childhood home?

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 (always accepting)

His childhood home isn't there anymore. It was structurally unsound and had to be demolished. There's a soulless new build on the plot now. That's not to say he didn't leave his mark on the wider village;

there's a style between two fields with scorch marks on the step. He'd stolen a box of matches to play with and was using it as a table upon which to set leaves on fire.

pockmarks in several patches of cement from being poked while it was still wet. Smiley faces, sometimes. Initials. Small objects buried under the driveway.

the secondary school, though it's changed hands and names multiples times since, has a wall of plaques celebrating students' exceptional achievements, one of which has Jean's name on it. It reads -▉▉▉▉ Damon, for passing ▉▉▉ exams with flying colours despite adversity. It was engraved and mounted the year after his brother died.

the remains of several small animal traps, twisted and rusted. Some of them still have visible traces of blood. Not all of that blood came from the rabbits.

His mother, though, forms a much more accurate shape of him in her head, but that's not what haunts her. She wishes she could dwell on the good times, his good traits, but when she looks at him she defaults to one memory every time; waking up, finding his bed empty, and wondering if there was anything she could have done to change his mind.

[amandi-mga2024mi5017]

Research - Satanic Panic and the 1980s Zeitgeist

In the late 60s and well into the 1970s, counterculture, more specifically, occult counterculture had managed to work its way into suburban neighborhoods through both music and film, but mostly music. More specifically, hard rock music, with bands such as Coven, Led Zeppelin, ACϟDC, Comus, Black Sabbath, and Alice Cooper all dabbling in occult and pagan imagery in their music and sometimes even in their stage shows.

In 1966, the advent of the Church of Satan would mark a shift in societal attitudes.  Upon its creation, founder Anton LaVey declared “Annos Satanas,’’ – the first year in the “Age of Satan.’’  All of a sudden, a once feared, taboo belief system had ingrained itself in the public consensus, and its appeal extended to rock stars and celebrities whose participation in the movement would make it mainstream.  This was a time in which the Civil Rights Movement was ongoing, rock n’ roll music was massively popular and hippie culture was blooming.  The Church of Satan reflected society's rejection of traditional values.

However, with the rise of these movements came the response of the traditionalists who opposed this change in norms. The notion of Satanism was an especially terrifying one for them.  On top of the Church of Satan, the atrocities committed by Charles Manson and the Family helped instill a widespread fear of emerging countercultures across America.  Throughout the 1970’s, Satanic panic was already being churned out by evangelists, but it wasn’t until the following decade where it would be given its label and become a catastrophic phenomenon.

In 1980, a book was published that would usher in a series of ritual abuse claims that would bedevil the decade.  Co-authored by psychiatrist Lawrence Panzer and his patient Michelle Smith (whom the book is based on and he’d later marry), the faux-autobiography Michelle Remembers would bring allegations developed by religious fundamentalists pertaining to cults and ritual abuse to the forefront of mainstream media, and during the following years it would provide a model for similar cases to arise.

Michelle Remembers was the catalyst for the ritual abuse allegations which beset 1980’s with moral panic, but they weren’t the only circumstances to create Satanic anxiety throughout America, and naturally it spilled into pop culture – cinema, video games, board games, and of course, heavy metal music.

https://digitalcommons.memphis.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=4629&context=etd

[silent-sentinels]

Plural Asking 100 Questions: Part 4!

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

31. How do Members pick face claims? uh we. we don't i guess?? hgkj songbird just draws us until we Look Adequate Enough and then that's us! its hard to actually depict us, we tend to be formless hkjhg but the drawings are approximations that feel sorta correct at least!

32. Do you have any Introjects of popular sources? & 33. Do you have any Introjects of unpopular sources? as of now, no introjects! unless if you count that we were first conceptualized as personal disco eIysium skills, in which case, i guess we all come from a relatively popular source!

34. Do you have nonhuman Members? i think all of us need to have some kind of nonhuman/supernaturaI trait in our designs or else it doesnt feel right hkjhg moms got the half-statue/deer antlers and ryan's got the bunny ears and cottontail and juli's got the heart antennas and wings and scottie's got a wholeass fox form hkjgh i think most if not all of us are non-human :]

35. Do any of you use Typing Quirks? a lot of our typing quirks mush semi-cohesively when typing together (thanks blender), and a lot of these have exceptions, but:

Maestro, Archer, Elle, Harlowe, Expertise, Oath, and Burden all tend to talk with proper capitalization, syntax and punctuation, but this is often discarded when fronting with blender (aka masking) or someone who uses lowercase.

↑ Archer also uses arrows for nuance (<- like this)

DEADSPRINT USUALLY USES ALL CAPS, and Hackles will use caps to EMPHASIZE ANGER.

whimsy and juliet are probably our most prominent as our socializers!! whimsy usually adds our :3 :] :P smiley emojis and exclamation marks!!! :D and juliet adds the hearts <333 (on their own, whimsy also uses silly word shortenings, "da" for "the" is first example i can think of, and juliet uses more ^^ :> :o emoticons)

scottie's actually p similar to whimsy but with a lot less of a filter and more gremlin energy lol >:3c

songbird likes using ~ as punctuation when applicable and likes using french sometimes? otherwise, mostly lowercase

[faucet talks like this because it feels safer(?).]

chamomile will fuck up spelling as we get more tired, but otherwise keeps to all lowercase and minimal punctuation. jaded is also all lowercase and minimal punctuation

memo, mom, sharps and debby all talk in lowercase with appropriate punctuation.

lili is baby. also she really likes using emojis hkjhg??

blender tends to copy any of these as xe sees fit :3

36. Do all of you front, or only a selected amount? i think a majority of us front!! we all have our moments where we're needed, or just There

37. Are there any Members who can't or prefer to not speak? faucet hates talking, and hates us talking. distance speaks, but hates speaking to others other than scabbardmates. ceres and lookout rarely talk or can't talk(?)

38. Are most of you short or tall in height? uh. hard to say!! i think short seems to win out as the majority (12-ish out of 25), though we've got some real outliers (whimsy, obligation, dad being pretty tall) hkjh

39. Is there a Member that is collectively loved by all in the System? Core. everyone loves core a lot, our collective main who we all orbit and help and blanket. we hope she knows she's loved...

40. Do any of you struggle with being front-stuck a lot of the time? Core does! Core is kinda. part of front, in a way? don't know how to explain that hkjhg but yeah, they're stuck in front forever really, i don't know if there's something we should do about that, i think we need her there to? function? :']? but i don't think he minds being frontstuck so hkjhg??

[poppy5991]

Oh hello! How fun! 😊

-How many works do you have on ao3?

I have 31 total works!

-What’s your total word count?

291,717 published words. I didn’t realize I was so close to the 300k mark 🧐 my current WIP is already at 13k and growing so it will definitely bump me over.

-What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. Territoriality

2. Accidentally in Love

3. Under Your Spell

4. Tweet At Me

5. Young At Heart

-Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I love you all and try to respond to every comment with a response or at least a smiley face. If I don’t, it’s 1000% because I thought I responded in my mind and apparently did not follow through in real life.

Never feel shy to comment or reach out to me about writing cause I love it 🥰

-What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

You know it’s funny because my original writing can get quite dark, but in fanfic I can’t bring myself to write a bad ending for the characters I cherish. Sleight of Hand and Auster both have some significant angst, but resolve happily. So I suppose the answer is none lol

-What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Since All Greek to Me ends in a marriage proposal- I’ll go Shakespearean and say that one.

-Do you write crossovers?

No, I don’t. But I do write AUs inspired by other works of media and will note that in the description or author’s notes. Pomegranate Juice is heavily inspired by the Mabel podcast as well as Jonathon Strange & Mr. Norell. And Anatomy of the Heart is a Gray’s Anatomy style AU.

-Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, everyone is quite lovely. 🥹 But sometimes I do get strange bookmarks tags and I’m like “What does this mean?! What do you mean?!”

-Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yesssss. 🐍 28/31 of my fics are rated M or E. All kinds, I suppose? Mostly M/M, but also M/F, M/M/F. I’ve been wanting to write F/F smut and there’s one in the works. Although fair warning, some of these are gender swap fics. For the most part, my smut is pretty wholesome as far as fanfic goes even when kink is involved. It’s always healthy and very explicitly consensual. I’m afraid that you’re not gonna get a toxic pairing from me 😂 I often get comments and messages from people saying that my fics are their go-to comfort fic, even the spicier ones, which is sweet haha

-Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I am aware of! Hopefully not!

-Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I do get quite a few readers who comment or bookmark in other languages which is fun. Spanish, Portuguese, and Chinese readers, hello I ❤️ you and translate your comments.

-Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No and honestly, I think I would probably be an annoying co-author because my writing process is very ‘tortured European artist who can only write under conditions of inspiration and completely out of chronological order’

I hop between WIPs and between different sections within a WIP. There’s no schedule. And no long-form planning. We’re just winging it, babyyyyy

-What’s your all time favorite ship?

As you might have guessed based on my fics: endhawks.

Although I still ship Merthur after all these years so by length of time that one is a contender.

I’m a sucker for ships where one person is a little dark/sharp-edged and the other person still loves them unconditionally. What does this say about me???? Nothing you need to worry about…

-What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

For fanfic, once an idea grips me, it will eventually get completed (or absorbed into another WIP). But my original fiction drafts are not so lucky 👀😬 RIP

-What are your writing strengths?

I write really fast and generally require very little editing. Also, I think I’m funny (Can I say that? Is that allowed?)

-What are your writing weaknesses?

I definitely struggle more when it comes to describing physical action. That’s why my fight scenes are so short when they do show up lol

Additionally, I feel like I struggle with my pacing being too fast on occasion. My brain is very rapid fire so I have to take care not to shift between scenes or time jumps without adequate transitions.

I want to stretch my writing chops by forcing myself to step out of my comfort zone with other tenses, styles, forms, etc.

-What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I believe that I did this in Pomegranate Juice? There is some dialogue that shows up in Latin - it’s spoken by a fairy character and meant to make them seem more inhuman. Pretty sure that the chapter is in Arthur’s POV so he doesn’t understand that half of the conversation, but can understand Merlin arguing back in English. It’s not necessarily meant for the reader to understand - so the reader also feels some of his confusion/feeling of being out of place/in danger.

I actually like when books shift into other languages in dialogue - it’s pretty common in the literary fiction genre and in classics which I enjoy. I’ve done it with French in some of my original writing - I used it as subtle foreshadowing because the lyrics a character sings in French signal what will happen later in her story.

-What was the first fandom you wrote for?

MHA! I’ve actually only been publishing fanfic for about 2.5 years now.

-What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet, but want to?

Currently going all in on a Steddie fic, 13k and growing

(Stranger Things)

-What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Oooohhh that’s hard. I want to say that Sleight of Hand or Auster is objectively my best written fic. Although Anatomy of the Heart and Hedge Your Bets are personal favorites.

I always feel awkward tagging folks, but you are all invited to steal this and add your own!

Fic Writer Interview

Thank you so much @starlightbelle for tagging me!! If there are any One Piece fans following this blog, I highly recommend Belle's fics!

-- How many works do you have on AO3?

Officially I have 18, but it's 19 if you include the Star Wars au (my beloved). I haven't taken it out of the anonymous collection yet because I promised myself I would only do so when I posted the second chapter, but I still count it in my head!

-- What's your total AO3 word count?

95,613 :') I know that's nothing compared to some writers, but I am unreasonably pleased with it. I'm wondering if I should do something fun when I break 100k, which should hopefully be soon with chapter 2 of 'now i'm glad i get forever' 🤞

-- What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

there's no good tricks but old ones

i'll take what i can get, i'll take what i am given

you've got no fear of the underdog

write me a list of how it is

every battle, every day

-- Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do!! I'm a smidge behind on literally everything this month, but I eventually respond to them all <3 I really do appreciate every single comment, they literally make my entire week and sometimes it takes me so long to reply because I am editing my response four hundred times to take out all of the !!!s.

(I also love getting to talk to others in the fandom, even if it's just for a single exchange--MHA is actually the Most Involved I've ever been in a fandom, and I've met so many really cool people by commenting and replying to comments on fics!! Thank you ao3 comments section, I love you ao3 comments section.)

-- What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm this is tough bc I don't write a lot of angsty endings, and most of my fics are canon compliant anyway so the angst is relative? With this in mind, it's probably 'there's no good tricks but old ones'--it's one of my only fics where there isn't some kind of emotional breakthrough or connection reached (or even the start of one) and it's pre-Paranormal Liberation War arc so we all know Hawks is headed for A Really Bad Time 😬

-- What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

All of them,, but I did write about Shinsou finding out he'd been accepted into the hero course in 'every battle, every day' which might take the cake (Brian from TAZ voice I'm so proud of them etc)

-- Do you write crossovers?

Do crossovers have to include characters from another media? Bc I've written aus set in other universes, but none of the characters from them appear 🤔

-- Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Thankfully no! I did once receive a comment that was just like. A Statement with no tonal indicators, In All Caps, but I'm 99% sure it was meant to be taken positively. okay 98% sure.

-- Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope! (I also don't read E-rated fics even though I get so many interesting looking recommendations with that rating 😭 If you've ever recommended me an E-rated fic and I just never brought it up again I'M SORRY)

-- Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of?

-- Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no!

-- Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I think it would be fun :D

-- What's your all-time favorite ship?

It feels like cheating to say erasermic on the MHA blog, but like. I'm going to say erasermic on the MHA blog. I don't think I'd ever written anything for a ship in my life before them. To be loved is to be changed but to have a ship is also to be changed.

-- What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Never say never but rip time travel fic lol.

-- What are your writing strengths?

IF I SAY SOMETHING YOU DISAGREE WITH LOOK AWAY. But. I think I write good dialogue, especially banter, and that I am occasionally funny. I also think I'm pretty good at describing places, but only if I have a clear mental image of them, so I feel like you can always tell when I'm not sure what a room looks like (which is most of the time).

-- What are your writing weaknesses?

Second-guessing and self-doubting myself into genuine writing paralysis. Also internal monologue/narration, like a character thinking about and articulating their feelings :')

-- What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm a little confused about this question?? But I also only speak one language fluently so I can't do this anyway 😭

-- What was the first fandom you wrote for?

When my sister and I were kids we used to pick our favorite characters from a bunch of different movies/books/shows and tell stories about them all going on some kind of gigantic crossover adventure, so it was probably something along the lines of 'Scooby-Doo, Batman, and Jedidiah from Night at the Museum vs Firelord Ozai'

-- What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I have a few Demon Slayer WIPs I'd love to figure out one day!

-- What's your favorite fic you've written?

This question is so hard bc like. Does it mean my favorite fic while I was working on it, or my favorite result? The fic that was easiest to write, or most difficult but most worth it?? The fic I've reread the most, or the fic I'm afraid to reread in case it doesn't live up to the memory I have of it??? Can I do a top 3????

This was so much fun!! (even though it did give me several small crises staring at my stats page--run 'i'll take what i can get, i'll take what i am given,' 'there's no good tricks but old ones' is right behind you!!) No-pressure tagging @machiroads @blinkeasy @kyurilin @karliahs @poppy5991 @ifyougoillfollow and anyone else who sees this & wants to participate!! I was scrolling through my following tab but omg it's a long list so I def missed some writers 😭

[crystaljins]

Stars Above | 06

Characters: Taehyung x Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Synopsis: Your nagging roommate is desperate for a third person to help meet the rent and your university just so happens to be running a fully-funded government grant for anyone who signs up to participate in the Intergalactic Exchange program.

Having an alien for a roommate is just asking for all kinds of trouble, though.

Alien!Taehyung x reader

Rating: Teens

Notes: This one is for everyone this week who really needs a good cry. Sometimes life gets you down but in fanfiction land you can have hot, affectionate aliens give you comforting hugs.

You can do it, guys!

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It’s a bit embarrassing to be caught crying alone in the living room. You were supposed to have the place to yourself, and so a little solo crying session had been well within your rights.  Everyone deserved a night where they could cry as pathetically as they wanted, and this was supposed to be your night to do so. 

After all, Nayeon had dragged Taehyung out, insisting she needed his presence on whatever crazy outing she had planned for the evening. You hadn’t protested since it’s rare that you get a night off just to yourself, particularly since Taehyung came to earth. 

(Not that you mind taking care of him, or anything. It’s just that living with two extroverts constantly vying for your attention is a bit exhausting and sometimes you need time to yourself.)

Regardless, you were supposed to have the living room to yourself until past midnight. And it’s not like you’d planned on using your precious solo time to cry- you’re not even really the kind to cry often. But, as you stared blankly at the screen of your phone, reporting your recent marks, you had just felt the burden of stress hit. Exams, assignments, paying rent, nagging mothers.... those sorts of things tend to stack up. And before you knew it, you’d been sniffling pathetically as salty tears slid down your face. 

Of course, it’s almost like he has a radar- the door had swung open almost as soon as the first tears trickled forth. Nayeon had insisted the two of them wouldn’t be back until well after midnight but it’s a little past ten pm and here he is. 

“(Y/N)?” Taehyung calls and your eyes widen with panic. “Are you awake? I’ve returned a little early! I didn’t continue being present because I discovered that Nayeon only dragged me to the party because she wanted to coerce me into courtship with a friend of hers-“ 

You’ve just managed to scrub the tears off your face in time for him to step into the living room, but their remnants remains; swollen eyes, a reddened, runny nose and a bad case of the sniffles as you try to stem the flow of tears. 

“What’s the matter?” He demands, cutting off his previous statement as he scrambles towards you. “Are you sick? Let me check for a fever-” 

Your eyes widen as you recall Taehyung’s ability when he leans towards you. 

“Wait, Taehyung-“ you protest, your palms pressing against his chest as you try to keep him at bay, but it’s too late. He leans over your seated form on the couch, craning his neck until he can press his cheek to yours, presumably searching for a fever. He stiffens against you as what you presume is the rush of emotions you are experiencing transfer to him through where your cheeks are smooshed together. You weakly attempt to push him back again, but to large hands come up to curl around your fingers. 

“You’re sad.” He whispers, and there’s no disguising the horror in his voice. When he pulls back to crouch in front of you, you are alarmed to notice that his eyes have taken on a distinctly bluish-sheen, the way that they do when he’s about to start crying. 

“Don’t feel people’s emotions if you’re going to cry over them! Are you stupid? You’re just hurting yourself!” You deflect, refusing to acknowledge his statement and instead dwelling on the irritation you feel. You hate when he cries. He’s such a smiley, cheerful guy and you hate the thought of anything squashing that and the thought that it’s the burden of your own stupid emotions making Taehyung cry just makes you feel even worse. 

You don’t notice that another tear has slipped loose until Taehyung gently wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. You remember what he had told you, about his ability; it’s an empathy device. His people share touch to share the burden and so it baffles you that he seems to still gravitate towards you when he could potentially find something ugly and painful. 

“There’s nothing you can feel that I wouldn’t want to share in.” He points out, and his expression mirrors yours, but prettier; a delicate, shimmery blue droplet traces the contour of his face. “If you’re crying, I want to cry with you.” 

He releases you and shifts, settling so that he is no longer crouched before you and is instead seated beside you on the couch. His frame is larger than yours- as he curls his legs up onto the couch and rests an affectionate chin on your shoulder, his whole body seems to be engulfing yours. Oddly, the sensation is oddly comforting and you find yourself curling back into him against your will. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, reaching for your hand and tracing circles against the back of it with his thumb. Initially, you hold yourself stiffly and uncomfortably, but the action is soothing. Gradually you relax into his touch and allow yourself this tiny weakness. It’s just Taehyung- he won’t mind if you do this. You drop your head a little and turn your body so that you can rest your forehead into the crook of his neck and shoulder. You feel his shoulders rise and fall in a steady exhale, and when you look up at him, his eyes are soft and warm with the hints of a coaxing smile glowing beneath the inky black depths. 

“I just.... got a bad mark on my assignment.” You admit. “And I guess I’ve had a stressful week so I felt really overwhelmed.” 

“Mmm,” he hums sympathetically, craning his neck so that he can rest his chin against the crown of your head. “So you thought you would shed tears about it alone at home and not call on your friends for comfort?”

You’re quiet for a moment, frowning beneath the weight of his gentle scolding. It doesn’t sound like he’s annoyed with you- if anything, he’s almost teasing in the way he says it. But in all honesty, it hadn’t occurred to you that it was an option to call your friends. They were all out, and what good would it do to cry on the phone to them?

“That would have interrupted your night.” You point out. He smiles and raises an eyebrow. 

“It’s ten pm and I’m home already; does it look like I have a night to be interrupted?” He points out. You squint at him thoughtfully for a moment.

“Why are you home already?” You wonder. You’re a little more alert to his presence now that you aren’t scrambling to hide your tears, and it does occur to you that it’s strange for Nayeon to have released him from whatever she had planned. 

He sighs and shakes his head. 

“That Nayeon!” He complains. “I cannot comprehend how you tolerate her! She decided that since her friend was newly single that I would be an adequate partner for her!”

You wince and shake your head. You recall the friend in question because Nayeon had been ranting about how “a good lay” would solve all her problems. You should have suspected that the sudden radio silence could only indicate a scheme, and it looks like Taehyung has borne the brunt of it this time. 

Your leg is starting to go numb so you shift your position- Taehyung adjusts accordingly so that you are now seated side-to-side with him, tucked neatly under the protective curl of his arm. It does occur to you that now that you are no longer crying, you should probably remove yourself from his side. But you feel strangely warm, and sleepy. Like the pleasant feeling of settling under a warm blanket on a rainy day. 

You don’t notice him hiding a pleased smile at the way you seem to cuddle in to him. 

“So you came home early?” You snicker, as you picture the antics that must have lead to Taehyung’s arrival at home. He nods. 

“And a good thing that I did!” He asserts. And then, more tentatively: “I would prefer it if you contact me for future events such as these.” 

You snort. 

“What? Like scheduled crying appointments? “Hey Tae, I’m a bit sad this week, mind staying home while I leak snot everywhere?”” You mock. But he meets you back, completely earnest. 

“If that’s what it takes.” He says solemnly. 

His sincerity renders you speechless. 

Blinking, you register your position- curled up against him, not unlike the way the twins will snuggle into you when they’re upset. You’re leaning on him, taking comfort from him, soaking in his warmth. 

For a moment, it scares you- is this even allowed? Is it ok for Taehyung to be such a warm, reassuring presence? Is it ok for you to want this from Taehyung?

But then, as you gaze up into his kind, warm eyes, the fear dissipates. It is ok, to want this. Because Taehyung is kind and warm and he wants you to trust him. Because it is him, it is safe.

“Thank you.” You say, and the words come out a little breathless. 

The smile he offers you in response is blinding. 

Maybe you should cry a little more often, if this is the outcome.