#there's probably more but i love u guys...

[stevenose]

night moves (18+)

inspired by that slutty slutty shoot joe did for coup de main (that pic of him in the chair… you know the one)

contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina and breasts; reader is referred to as ‘good girl’ etc several times through this fic; teasing!!!; oral (m receiving); cock worship; some scent kink; silly but also stern steve trying to teach u a little lesson about patience. also robin gets laid 🤍

steve looks good. this isn’t an unusual occurrence - he always looks good - but tonight’s outfit has you reeling.

he never wears black levis, but he’s shown up with a pair on tonight. tight enough to see his goddamn cock through, the curve of his ass emphasized. you’re dizzy over them, but the terracotta button-down that he’s wearing makes your thighs clench together. it’s unbuttoned enough to truly be considered slutty, and the sleeves are rolled up, pretty veins and hands on display. and he’s wearing a goddamn leather jacket, too. you didn’t even know he owned one of those.

“what’s this all about?” you ask, tugging at the soft leather.

“family heirloom,” he explains hesitantly. “why? is it weird?”

“no,” you say quickly. “you look incredible tonight.”

steve leans in a little, his sunglasses sliding down the straight slope of his nose. you can see his eyes, going from milk chocolate to dark chocolate. “you really think so?”

“know so,” you breathe, taking a step back, because you might kiss him stupid - or faint - if you don’t.

and it must be obvious that you’re reeling. steve’s arm cradles your waist tightly, keeping you close to him all night. this whole thing is new - being in public with him for the first time as a couple. you’re sweating, face perpetually hot, the scent of his fig cologne sticking to your skin.

and every time he faces you, you feel more and more ridiculous. his cock is practically shouting at you. all you want is to be out of this stupid bar, on your knees for him, his thick length stuffed into the back of your throat.

you take a deep breath to steady yourself and sip on your cocktail, to give the impression that you’re a normal person and not ridiculously horny.

“something wrong?” he asks, lips tickling your ear. you can hear the smug smile in his voice.

“you drive me crazy,” you say softly, voice just above a whisper.

you’re sure he can’t hear you over the loud music of the bar, but he must be a lip reader, because he smiles wide.

“you look good tonight too, y’know,” he says, his hand moving from your lower back to the back of your neck. he slides a finger under your sleeve, and fiddles with your bra strap. his breath in your ear makes you shiver. “can’t wait to get you alone.”

you turn to look at his pretty face now, his hair all tousled, his cheeks pink.

“we’ve been here long enough, don’t you think?” you murmur.

steve tuts. “eddie’s gonna think you’re rude if we miss his set.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “there’s a bathroom.”

he shakes his head, beaming, finishing the last of his drink. “uh-uh. you’re a good girl. you can be patient for me, can’t you?”

you want to punch him. he does it to tease you, because he knows how much you like it when he talks to you like that. a little condescending, a little mean. you glare instead, now biting your tongue, irritated.

“i love it when you look at me like that,” he says, taking your empty glass and heading to the counter to get you another.

you can finally breathe, though you’re still suffocating. eddie’s band hasn’t even set up yet. and you don’t get why steve wants to stay to listen to music he doesn’t like for a guy he only quasi gets along with. robin’s here somewhere - and with jealousy, you realize she’s probably finger-banging her girlfriend in the restroom right now.

steve’s back at your side, still grinning, handing you another drink.

“got you the sweet kind,” he says, then leans in. “not sure if you should be drinking, though. afraid you’re gonna try to fuck me right here if you get drunk enough.”

his jawline is incredibly defined as his head leans back, another jack and coke at his lips. if you were stronger, you’d drag him outside, or at least into the men’s bathroom.

“keep it up and you won’t get fucked.”

steve scoffs, wraps his free hand around your waist and pulls you into his chest. “then what’ll you do, huh?” he asks quietly, his nose almost touching yours. “gonna touch yourself in my bathroom all alone?”

“maybe i won’t spend the night,” you say, voice wavering. you’re very unconvincing. “maybe i’ll go home and use a toy.”

he grins again. “you gonna suck your dildo before you ride it?”

your eyes widen at the debauchery. steve’s got a mouth on him, but he doesn’t typically use it outside of the bedroom.

“yeah,” he says, shit eating grin widening. “you’re droolin’, baby. wanna taste my cock so bad, yeah? wore these just for you. know how much you like seeing it.”

he grinds himself into your hip bone. you almost drop your goddamn glass.

“you think i don’t want to take you to my car and make your brain melt?” he continues. “i do, baby, but i’m patient. you gotta learn.”

your mouth is dry.

at your lack of response, steve’s shoulders drop. “too much?”

you shake your head quickly. “no,” you insist, “i like this version of you.”

he relaxes a bit more, presses a chaste kiss to your forehead. “good girls get rewards,” he murmurs.

there’s a sudden bang! behind you. you whip around to see the drummer beginning to set up on the stage.

“we gotta stay after, too, y’know,” steve says, lips ghosting over your neck. “say congrats and all. maybe get some food.”

your head whips back around so you can glare harshly at him. “we are not going to dinner after this.”

he can’t stop grinning, his teeth gleaming in the low light. “don’t be selfish, honey, we don’t all have something to eat later.”

you sort of wonder what he would do if you fought back. would he chase you if you said you were leaving? would he give in?

you don’t have time to contemplate, as robin finally emerges, chugging a water with a red face. her girlfriend’s all blissed out, leaning on robin for support.

“gross,” steve says, stepping away from you. his body parting from yours makes you feel cold.

robin grins widely, cocking her head at him. “oh, so you hate gay people?”

they argue - steve can’t take a joke sometimes - but you block them out. you sip absentmindedly on your drink, watching as eddie finally emerges on stage to set up the amps and pedals.

“third stall in the girl’s bathroom,” robin’s partner says, nodding and giving you a thumbs up. “pretty cushy in there, if you guys need a space.”

“thanks,” you say weakly.

you’re tense when eddie’s band starts to play, finally, and the drinks aren’t helping. you’d like to relax like steve is now, a third drink in his hand.

what’s really infuriating is that steve has the audacity to nod his big head along to the music and act like he really cares about it, when you know his vibe is the eagles and queen, not this.

he finally looks at you, still smug. “not polite to stare.”

“not polite to tease.”

he scoffs again, throwing a hand out to gesture towards the stage. “what are you talkin’ about? i’m havin’ a great time.”

your eyes follow his strong biceps and you want to sink your teeth into the flesh and muscle desperately.

he opens his mouth to make a comment about it, but you reach into his glass to fish out the cherry that came with it. you stare him down as you bring it to your lips, your teeth sinking into the cherry instead of him.

he watches you, eyes darkening, hooded, his fingers flexing around the glass. tart juice spills down your chin and you make no attempts to clean it up.

“want the stem?” you ask, holding it up.

steve leans forward to wipe the sweetness with his thumb, then sucks it into his mouth.

you’re blown away. outperformed.

“you’re gonna get it,” he says lowly.

you force a smile, heart beating fast. “what i want?”

he laughs and leans back, eyes moving to the stage again. “you’ll see.”

there’s another half an hour after the performance where everyone shoots the shit in the ally behind the bar. you’re squirming the entire time while steve’s arm stays wrapped around your waist, holding you into him, trying to make you stop.

and when eddie asks if anyone is coming to the diner with the band, you brace yourself for steve to say yes.

instead, he yawns loudly and shakes his head. “we’re too tired, sorry.”

“you just hate me,” eddie says, waving him off.

“how’d you know?” steve says, then guides you to turn around, moving towards his car. “we’ll see you soon — vickie, drive safe, please.”

she gives him another big thumbs up and you try to remember her name for the next time you see her. you have bigger priorities right now, though, as steve walks silently beside you. your clit pulses between your thighs, the short walk nearly excruciating.

he gets the door for you - a gentleman, of course - and for a brief moment, as you sit, you’re at eye level with his dick.

steve doesn’t linger, though. he shuts the door and moves to his side. you stare at him, a little nervous to be alone after all that was said earlier.

“you,” he says, pointing a finger at you after turning the key, his eyes equally playful and serious, “have a lot to make up for tonight.”

steve spreads his legs wide, still clothed (with that jacket), hair tousled. he’s spread out in a chair at his place, the room lit dimly by a lamp in the corner. it makes you sleepy but you’re convinced his bulge has hypnotized you.

he looks at you like he’s disappointed. it’s all a rouse, of course. he’s doing all of this because he saw how hot it made you earlier, and he had told you as much before sitting down.

“strip,” he finally says.

you don’t hesitate, of course. you’ve been waiting to get your damn clothes off all night. like a palette cleanser, one of these nights plays softly in the background, spinning on the record player.

“underwear too?” you ask.

he hums. “keep ‘em on.”

you do as you’re told.

steve stares at you for what feels like forever, sort of squinting. “give me a spin, baby,” he says, spinning his finger.

you do, nice and slow, letting him look. look at what he’s missed out on all night, what he could have had in the bathroom or the ally or his car all night. when you’re back to facing him, he beckons you over.

“come here.”

you like him like this. you like him when he’s goofy and soft, too, but this is new and exciting.

you stand between his thighs and he moves his hands to your ass, gently cupping it. he’s gorgeous below you. his hands roam, hands squeezing almost a little too roughly, but never making you wince. you’re giddy about it, his eagerness showing through with every handful he takes of you.

“on your knees.”

you drop down so quickly it hurts, your knees throbbing, but you don’t complain.

steve leans forward to cup your cheek. “gotta teach you a thing or two about patience, don’t i?” he asks softly, eyes scanning your face and landing on your lips.

“mhm,” you agree.

“i’d tell you not to act like that again, but i really liked it,” he admits, smiling softly at you. “like knowing how much you need me.”

“i really do,” you breathe.

“i know.” he kisses your forehand gently. “so here’s the deal. i’ll let you have what you want, but there are two stipulations: you can’t touch yourself, and i’m going to draw this out as long as possible. how’s that sound?”

you try to be cute. “am i going to cum tonight, stevie?”

he hums. “no way, baby. this is all about patience, remember?”

you know how much he’s obsessed with pussy, so you don’t take his threat very seriously.

“no cheating,” he instructs. “no clenching your thighs or anything.”

you bite your lip. you’re still trying to be cutesy. “and what if i do?”

he grins and leans down to touch the tip of his nose against yours. “if you want my cock so bad, baby, you’d better play by the rules.”

he finally kisses you, soft and slow. it’s not heated like it usually is when you’re with him. it clicks that he’s taking his time, and you really wish he wouldn’t. not just because of your eagerness - it’s also two in the morning and your head hurts from all the heavy metal.

he pulls away from you slowly and leans back in his chair. “go ahead,” he says, a finger tapping his belt buckle. “slow.”

it takes three minutes to get his tight jeans down his thick thighs at a pace that he likes. you leave the briefs on. you‘ve already mapped out what you’re going to do.

there’s a sizeable stain of precum where the tip of his cock rests. you’d like to make a comment about it but you abstain, knowing he’d drag this out for longer.

“wait,” he says.

so you do.

one of his hands sneaks down to palm at his erection. his head falls back and he lets out a breathy moan as he touches himself. you don’t know where to look - his big hand on his cock, or his pretty face twisting softly with pleasure.

“maybe i should just jerk myself off, huh?” he rambles. “make you wait even more.”

you almost whimper.

“‘s okay,” he assures, “i’m not that mean.”

but he does keep touching himself while you stare at the stain of precum grow. you spread your legs far apart but you’re definitely still cheating, your cunt clenching and unclenching.

you’re just about ready to beg when he finally stops, moving his hand back to the armrests.

“slow,” he repeats, like you’re a dog, and you really don’t mind.

your hand replaces his. he’s hot to the touch, even through the cotton. your thumb swipes against his head and he groans softly above you. his pre transfers to your thumb and, just as he had done with the cherry juice, you suck it into your mouth.

“copy cat,” he breathes, pupils blown.

you smile up at him, then lean forward. you maintain eye contact with him until your lips reach his cock, and you mouth at him through his briefs.

“jesus,” he groans, hands gripping the chair.

you take your time with it like he told you to. kissing him through the fabric, getting a taste of him — really him. his musk is intoxicating, and you make him gasp like a prude when you inhale deeply.

“wanna worship it?” he breathes, hips bucking, his cock grinding into your cheek. “this what you wanted all night?”

you nod, mouthing at him more.

steve shakes his head, perhaps in disbelief. you haven’t been quite so needy before.

your spit mixes with his precum, the fabric sticking to his cock. he finally relents, gently ordering you to pull his underwear down.

his cock springs up, almost hitting his stomach. you pause, feeling hypnotized again, before pulling them down to meet with his jeans at his ankles.

his cock’s so pretty. pink at the tip, a pronounced vein running down the underside, and big enough to make your jaw ache.

you’re not thinking as you lean forward. steve’s hand stops you, his palm pressing against your forehead.

“thought you were learning.”

“i am,” you whisper.

he holds his palm out. “spit.”

he makes you watch as he jerks himself off, your spit helping his hand slide up and down the shaft. your thighs twitch towards each other as you stare at him, brows furrowed.

you want him so badly. want to climb up into his lap and kiss his pretty face stupid. he bites his lip, moans breathily sneaking out as he keeps stroking himself slowly. he concentrates on you, a strand of hair falling into his dark, hooded eyes.

you bite your tongue so hard it almost bleeds. your pussy works like it has a mind of its own, helplessly clenching, your clit aching horribly. you’re certain you’ll scream, one queuing up in your throat. he has about ten seconds before you throw a tantrum like a baby. he’s so beautiful that it makes you forget yourself.

“go on,” he says eventually, leaning back again.

you’re relieved, almost to the point of tears. you move a little closer and press soft kisses to the inside of his sensitive thighs. his cock kicks near your forehead as you move nearer and nearer. you let your tongue flick out against his skin, smiling when he sighs.

if you weren’t so impatient, you’d make him wait for it.

you move up, up, up, but not to where steve’s expecting you. instead, your lips place a gentle kiss to his sack.

he sort of sits up, brows furrowing hard. so you continue, your tongue laving over his balls gently.

“oh my god?”

it isn’t a protest, so you continue. you mouth at them, too, licking and sucking gently. one of his hands tangles itself in your hair and he moans loudly above you. it goes straight to your clit, of course, and at this point you’re once again near tears at the ache.

you lick your way up his balls and to the base of his shaft. you place a chaste kiss there before continuing upwards, licking a long stripe up to the head. you make sure to run your tongue along the aforementioned vein and he shivers.

his voice cuts the silence. “worship, baby.”

you kiss the head of his cock, the salt of his precum laying heavy on your tongue. you make out with it, using your tongue, doubling down every time steve groans. his hand stays in your hair and he gently moves you down to kiss the rest of him.

steve’s free hand grips the base of his cock and he pumps gently as your tongue flicks against him. after a long moment, he pulls you back, crowding your space again.

“can i say something?”

“yeah,” you breathe.

you watch his throat bob as he swallows hard. “i want to use your mouth.”

you gasp breathlessly, happily. “please, steve.”

so he stands, kicking off his jeans, keeping his grip tight in your hair. he pumps himself still, keeps you at eye level - again - with his leaking tip.

“hands on my thighs,” he says softly. “pinch me if you need me to stop, alright?”

you nod, hands resting where he’s instructed.

“i’ll go slow,” he promises. “still need to finish our lesson, right?”

you nod again.

he gently kicks your thighs apart with his feet. you hadn’t noticed how close they’d gotten to pulling together.

“my pretty girl,” he coos, leaning down, pulling your head up. he kisses you much more fervently this time, but shorter. “i’ll give you just what you want.”

[sqgeism]

𐙚 𓏵𓏵𓏵 𐙚 i'll say a hundred and fourty times, | various hsr men x gender neutral reader reader

💌 — ; i think about you or something like that ! you remember your first date with your husband like it was yesterday, what exactly did they do to convince you that they were the one?

love mail — these vary in length cus bless my heart i js cant 💔 i picked the characters who are super popular on this account + mutuals faves so if urs isnt on here am sorry (ノ´Д｀)ノ posting this early hi i love u guys!!!! thank you for so much love and a platform to write as a other yr passes 4 me and i turn 17!!! this is actually so long im going BANANAS 🩷 proper post tmr ! (anaxa, mydei, phainon, caelus, dan heng, boothill, sampo, blade, ratio, jing yuan, gallagher, sunday in that order)

what anaxa had done to seal the deal was fairly simple; he asked for a second date. the professor had somewhat of a reputation, many saw him as a cold man, soulless when it comes to romance. but what you didn't know was that anaxa had been thinking about what to wear the night prior, something he saw as 'trivial' and 'not an important thing to consider'. or how your hand lingered a bit too long after he gave you your favorite coffee/tea/drink (his treat), little and seemingly insignificant details were becoming more and more important to him as the day of the date was building up, and he wasn't sure why.

it wasn't until after the long date—you grabbed his hand, told him that everything he arranged was perfect, and smiled at him so sweetly he was sure he'd wake up with a toothache. the gesture was unfamiliar yet not unwelcomed, it was then he realized that he didn't want to let this go, that he wanted this.. for the rest of his life.

and he got it <3 hooray!

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what intrigued you about mydei was his idea of masculinity. it wasn't toxic, you were VERY relieved at that... he was surprisingly a very gentle man despite his intimidating appearance! his first date being at his place was a bit off putting, but he just wanted to bake you a fresh batch of cookies. he's halfway through the process when you suddenly ask; "what's your favorite thing?" it seems you've brought the crown prince of kremnos into a bit of thought, as he thought long and hard of what to answer. "butterflies, i like butterflies. i don't remember if i've ever seen one before i escaped the river of souls. they're beautiful.. delicate, something i'll never really get to be."

the night goes on and you've gotten close enough to lean on his shoulders while you sit on the couch, enjoying a series in silence with a plate of warm cookies on the coffee table. the lack of conversation isn't awkward, rather welcomed, then it was interrupted by what has been probably the sweetest thing ever told to you. "you uh.. remind me of a butterfly. you possess beauty that is.. otherworldly to me, you're someone i've never seen before and i'd be honored if you.. gave me some more time to bask in your existence. let me be gifted with your ethereal charm."

100% spent the night cuddling together, made you laugh at how nervous mydei was to hold you since he didn't wanna mess up 🙏

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before real dates became a thing, phainon's FAAAVORITE excuse to spend one on one time with you was study dates. was there any actual studying going on? yes, but was phainon listening? absolutely not! how could he? not when you're trying your best to tutor him yet he still fails this one specific class (enrolled cause you were in it) despite your teaching.

you didn't mind the fact he kept coming to your door, he was your best friend before your 'student'. but it was getting to a point that if you explain a complicated concept one more time, only to see him staring at you and absolutely not listening you're about to pull his pretty blue hair off.

which you did tell him. hair ripping threat and all, and naturally the nameless hero—who dominates battlefields and comes out victorious, is quick to confess his true motive for these frequent visits to your dorm. he just likes looking at you when you're focused, passionately discussing your favorite topic from your favorite subject and he gets to be a part of that experience for you.

he wants to emphasize; he gets to be a PART of something greater that you're DEEPLY passionate about, and understand you more as a person. (when he should be understanding the class but wtv)

taking you out on a date-but-never-officially-called-that date as an apology, which worked in his favor. it turned out so good that you told him you wanted to go out again, which he was ecstatic about by the way!!! super gratful he almost failed that class if it meant you two got together 🩷

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caelus is a big eater at heart, so of course it felt only right to take you out to a nice dinner, all on him! welt even got him a nice outfit to go along with it, very classy and formal.

and while you two ate, drank, and laughed the night away—caelus was quick to notice that you were getting full. you and him had chosen the same meal (he wanted to try to understand and adjust to your food palette in case of a second date), but you felt bad that you couldn't finish it with so much still on the plate.

the trailblazer, who had already bulldozed almost the entire meal, laughs at your frown. only to switch the meals around, where there was only a little left and he had the bigger portion. "don't want anything to go to waste, y'know?" he flashed that charming smile at you, and it made you chuckle. not for such a sweet gesture, which you really did appreciate, but he had a piece of leaf stuck in between his teeth. it gave off the whole charm he had, effortlessly kind and unintentionally funny. you liked that.. liked that a lot, actually. (enough to spend the rest of ur lives tgt <3)

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for a portion of your childhood life, you found it hard to be heard. your voice was never loud enough to stand out from a crowd, and you felt ignored. that you weren't good enough to be listened to.

so going on a date was extremely nerve-wracking. you decided to make sure to never try to assert yourself too much in a conversation, just let them take the lead and not try to disturb with your 'uninteresting' input.

halfway through the date, holding hands and talking about your favorite place to visit-you are very quick to realize that you've taken up most of the conversation. and it isn't in a bad way either, since dan heng was adding his own little comments.. adding his ideas in the conversation. but he hasn't.. stopped you. he let you speak comfortably, let you be heard. "sorry, did i give you a weird look? i didn't mean to.. i just.. i really like listening to you. please don't ever stop talking."

your now husband loves to tell the people that said his quietness would never get him someone.. that he has a ring now and a very lovely spouse that has a matching one !

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boothill doesn't usually have time for dates, always moving on the road and hopping around penacony. but when robin set him up with a good friend of hers, he didn't want to decline. the cowboy was quick to realize you were really cute and interesting, so he didn't mind taking a day off... until it wasn't a day off.. and had to handle a quick bounty a couple of hours before your date.

"don'tgetdistractedandthinkofthemdon'tgetdistractedandthinkofthemdon'tgetdistractedandthinkofthem" is what he repeats to himself before he gets distracted, imagines how you smiled at him yesterday and expressed how excited you were about the date.

got his shit rocked :-( but he still trudged his malfunctioning arm and scarred face to your place. "sorry." he strained a smile as he falls into your arms, grunting. "didn't mean to make ya wait. darlin'.. would never try to leave ya alone on such a pretty night."

his selflessness made your heart soften. he was so uncaring for his wounds, and he was even muttering that he was sorry for getting so much of his bleeding oil on your clothes. the date didn't end up pulling through, at least not properly. since you brought him in to care for him, and honestly just ended up to you flirting all night.

you're more than happy to have a real date when he's all fixed up.

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sampo had finally gotten one upped. HE got scammed by YOU in an exchange of information. it wasn't even anything out of harsh feelings, you had always been his informant, giving him what he needs for a good pay and go. but tonight, you decided to mess with him a bit. after receiving the money you charged to find whatever he needed on some random, you never sent it. left him waiting at his laptop and blinking at his camera, knowing damn well you were watching.

this became a normal thing, the back and fourth 'scams'. and soon your time together became less for a transaction, more just wanting to spend time with each other. which you told him from the very first day that you couldn't care less about anything as long as he had money (you didn't know his name till 3 months of working together).

so one night, expecting the usual "oops! sent it to the wrong number!" or "hehe, maybe i forgot a few zeroes and sent you like 5 coins!" you get an actual message.

"what a coincidence, i'm paying in full but it all went towards a restaurant near your place with the best table for two and your favorite food. it would really be a shame to let it go to waste.."

you agreed. and this went on long enough where one day his payment became a ring and a promise to love you forevermore.

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two stellaron hunters slowly growing to be interested in each other is a rather entertaining sight. kafka was quick to catch on, the lingering glances and subtle touches of affection that would slip the average persons gaze. what was unexpected-was blade's initiation of these gestures. how he'd have a protective stance over you during battle, despite your capabilities likely being on par with his. how he allows his hand to be taken into yours, treating his calloused hands gently after a long day of fighting with his sword, or even just the way he looks at you. it's soft, warm, with a hint of tenderness and admiration. despite his nonchalant face.

this becomes more obvious when he finally asks you out, and he's genuinely caring the whole time. he's interested in your discussions about life, entertains him when he asks you for any other details, and you don't make him feel alone. that's the most important thing. and he makes it clear how much he appreciates you with how he tucks your hair behind your ear, murmuring if he could have the blessing to kiss you. it isn't on the lips-he's not pushing his luck.. but just the cheek. it was something small, but for him? an absolutely huge step.

the date with the ever so well known dr. veritas ratio had gone well enough that you agreed to go home with him. he was quick to clarify that this wasn't to sleep with him, he wasn't that kind of man to push something so early on in what he described to be: "a relationship that may be something greater than i could ever imagine" but instead to take care of you. it seemed as if you were exhausted from the travel during the date, and a nice bath would usually help.

nice bath was an understatement, the guy had scented candles, soft music, the right ratio from bubbles to water, snacks for you to enjoy and had a whole selection of books to choose from.

your fate was sealed the moment you walked into his bathroom because a man who can care for himself and still have the room to care for others is FOR SURE a keeper. even invited him to stay in the bath w u but he wanted to be respectful 🙏 (caved eventually)

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jing yuan was the whole reason you got back into dating. after your first relationship fell apart, you found it hard to want to start things from scratch, learning favorite colors and life dreams all over again. but jing yuan swayed you, something that wasn't easy but he always makes sure to tell you he doesn't regret.

he was introduced to you through yanqing, your former apprentice before he was taken in by the cloud knights. he found out you and jing yuan were around the same age, so the blondie tested out his luck playing cupid <3 so even if it wasn't an immediate yes to his shenanigans, jing yuan started slowly. he could see you had walls and he wanted them to go down upon your own hearts decision, rather than bulldoze through them.

that care never went away. not even years later when he tears up at how far he's come, watching you walk down that aisle and knowing you're his forever.

⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜

gallagher's wasn't even a first date. but you were on one, or supposed to be. till you got stood up and wanted to drink your worries away.

you've been in the bar from the very first hour it opened till now.. aka 3am. and the bartender himself was growing a little drowsy. but you were going strong, probably your 8th bottle of the night, which was starting to be a concern.

one of many, really. for one, gallagher was wondering who could ditch such a person. you clearly fixed yourself up nicely, your outfit was gorgeous and you were so friendly to him up until you realized you were stood up, and the pretty face that made his bar a little brighter went quiet. he couldn't have that.

by the time his shift ended, he slid a drink to you with a napkin. "take care of yourself, alright? come by tomorrow night, and you'll get yourself a real man to go on a date with."

he leaves and the napkin (cliche enough) has his number and name. "gallagher." you say to yourself, making a note in your drunken state to return same time tomorrow.

⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜

sunday totally took you out with vip seats to robins concert. did he have to do a LIIIITTLE bit of pursuading to have robin hand over these tickets? no.. but she did tease him for finally catching a date after all this time! and as much as he is a big admirer for his sisters work, the whole concert he couldn't take his eyes off of you. how you effortlessly glowed in a sea of people, how your passion for something as simple as music could rival his dream for eternal rest to penacony. he has dreamed of you, he's sure of it. someone so carefree and kind, a soul opposite to his, yet perfectly fills the other half of his empty heart.

he wrote poetry about you, robin found it, turned it into a song and had to awkwardly explain why robin's song that she specifically clarified to be written about someone he liked included descriptions of your physical appearance and hints of your personality.

found it very sweet, and insisted your next date should be something more personal so you can learn more about him the way he's learned so much about you without even needing to talk to you to do so. (was just happy to go on a second date)

© sqgeism or wtv (^_^;)

[honeytonedhottie]

honey's hot-girl guide to summer (2025 edition)⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍦👙

how to have the best summer EVER from a certified hottie (me), all the little tips and tricks to look your best, have a great time and enjoy yourself this summer…💬🎀

THE PERFECT TAN ;

so as you guys can probably tell from my username i am a honey toned hottie, but during the summer i love to look a little more bronzy and glowy. and i've learned some things when it comes to getting a tan that comes out perfectly.

❤︎ salt water spray before tanning

ik this sounds crazy but LET ME TELL YOUUU. salt water reflects sunlight and removes oils -> making your skin more exposed to the UV rays -> you tan even more for a less amount of time. UR WELCOME. and ik it might sound crazy but literally just try it. dont forget to put ur SPF on first though

❤︎ stay moisturized

❤︎ tan in intervals, x amount of time per side

STAY BUSY ;

the worst feeling is when school rolls around and you realize that you've wasted the entire summer. DONT LET THAT BE YOU. look up "things going on in my area" and find something that you like, plan out things to do over the summer in a google doc with your girls (thats what i did this year) in fact, make it more fun by introducing a points system which we'll talk about more in the next section.

SUMMER POINTS SYSTEM ;

so the idea behind this is each task is worth x amount of points and we add up all the points that you made throughout the whole summer. the winner gets something off of their wishlist. everyone has access to the doc so its their own responsibility to make sure that they participate

if you want more info on the summer points system i'd love to share my doc with y'all so you guys could have a super fun summer too…💬🎀

LOOKING GOOD ALL SUMMER LONG ;

if you haven't read my summer beauty/glow up guide yet WHAT R U EVEN DOING? in there i go super in depth about summer beauty and how to look absolutely fabulous but i'll go over some of the basics in this post.

first we wanna be ACTIVE. going on walks everyday or working out 4-5 times a week. my go-to formula that hasn't failed me yet is a workout split of cardio, weight training and reformer pilates. the reformer pilates is like, once a week but weight training is more regularly.

glittery glowy skin. use body butters and nectars, lotions, and most IMPORTANTLY body glitter. we wanna shimmer and sparkle, especially if ur showing skin this summer, look like a shimmery mermaid. ash is not allowed under ANY circumstance.

SUMMER FASHION ;

think, bubble gum beach BUNNY. thats how i love to dress for the summer. halter tops and dresses, ruffle-layered skirts, denim shorts, cute bikinis. THINGS LIKE THAT. i also wear soft teals, pastels and of course pinks during the summer so thats the color palette. some essentials for the summery look are

hoop earrings (especially bamboo hoops)

a good pair of denim shorts

baby tees and halter tops

little ruffle skirts

wedges and platform pumps

bangles

bracelet and necklace stacks

MAKE SUMMER RULES ;

its always important to have a standard for yourself when it comes to anything at all so outline some summer rules for yourself. here are mine ->

🥥 no bed-rotting days/staying in bed all day

🌺 no putting urself in dangerous situations. BE SAFE.

🥥 stay hydrated and keep SPF on your skin

🌺 take LOTS and lots of photos

🥥 fruit salads + coconut water! my faves

[orangepeelknives]

holy shit i just finished reading better half and WOOOWWWWW such an incredible fic you wrote them so so sweet and so so tender and i will so absolutely be reading everything else because it made me feel emotions i didnt know existed ive immediately recommended it to like ALL my friends !!!!!

would you ever write something just focused around the time they're spending apart at worlds ?? no pressure or anything im just new here and curious

loved your fic !!!!!!

hi thank u sm!!!!!

opened this yesterday at a coffee shop and was like yk what so true i need to write the yearning the pining the separation anxiety of it all. here's a little gift just for u, everyone say thank you thatonecode for the ask!!

Look, Mack’s having the time of his life, okay?

He’s on team Canada. He’s occasionally lineys with Sidney fucking Crosby, he’s scoring goals with his childhood idols, okay?

It’s just that—

Well.

It’s fucking embarrassing. It’s fucking embarrassing, but he misses Will. 

He’s in Stockholm, living out every Canadian kid’s fantasy, and he still keeps checking his phone like a lovesick idiot between periods. It’s humiliating. His teammates are playing ping-pong and blasting The Tragically Hip in the lounge, and Mack’s hiding in a stairwell like he’s in middle school waiting for his crush to text back.

And then his screen lights up.

Smitty: Incoming call

Mack answers too fast. Way too fast.

Will’s face fills the screen, backlit by the kind of awful hotel lamp every IIHF room seems to come with, and Mack feels something stupid and warm twist in his chest. Will’s hair is sticking up in a thousand directions, and his USA hoodie is slipping off one shoulder like he doesn’t even notice. He grins when he sees Mack.

“You miss me yet, Celly?”

Mack makes a face. “No.”

“Liar.”

“How’s Canada?” Will asks, stretching out against some beige-looking headboard. “Still out there playing all-star team-up with your heroes?”

Mack shrugs, trying not to look smug. “Crosby said ‘nice backcheck’ to me today.”

Will fake-clutches his heart. “You gonna get that tattooed?”

“Eat shit.”

“You are glowing though. Like emotionally. I’m proud of you.”

Mack groans and leans back against the cold stairwell wall. “Why do you talk like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m a contestant on The Bachelor.”

Will laughs. “Okay, but I am proud. It’s cool, man. First year done, and now you’re out there, holding your own with guys we grew up watching.”

Mack shrugs again, quieter this time. “Yeah. It’s… kinda unreal.”

They sit with that for a second. Mack picks at the seam of his sleeve.

It’s always like this with Will, he says something warm like it’s no big deal, like it doesn’t cost him anything.

And every time, it hits Mack in this dumb, molten place in his chest.

He doesn’t know what to do with it, so he just keeps his head down, digging his thumb into the stitching of his hoodie like he’s trying to wear a hole through it. He can score goals with Crosby. He can take a chirp from Flower without blinking. But this, just Will, being easy and sincere, is the thing that knocks the wind out of him.

“You looked good against Germany,” he says eventually, eyes not quite on the screen. “Like – annoyingly good.”

Will perks up. “So you did watch.”

“Whatever. There was nothing else on.”

“Dude. You’re in Sweden. There’s probably like fifty things on.”

Mack doesn’t answer. He just looks at Will’s stupid face, grainy on the screen, all lit up by that crappy hotel lamp. And he feels—

Something. Not the kind of thing he’s good at naming.

“Look,” Will says suddenly, leaning in a little, voice just a touch softer, “if we win the next two, we fly to Stockholm.”

Mack’s stomach does a weird lurch thing. He ignores it.

“Assuming we’re still alive in the bracket.”

Will grins. “Well yeah. You guys look like you’re trying to win gold and start a new dynasty.”

Mack shrugs, like that’s obvious. “Why else would we be here?”

Will laughs, but he looks at Mack for a second too long, like he sees more than Mack wants him to.

Then he says, “If we make it over there, don’t get all weird and starstruck, okay? You’re not allowed to big-time me.”

Mack snorts. “You’ll be lucky if I even talk to you in the hallway.”

“Guess I’ll just have to trip you in warmups, then.”

Mack grins. “Try it. I’ll put you through the glass.”

“Can’t wait,” Will says, and his voice is casual, but something in it catches. Just for a second.

Mack hears footsteps up the stairs and sits up straight, heartbeat doing something stupid. He says, “You better make it out of quarters.”

And Will, without missing a beat, says, “Yeah. I will.”

***

Practice is sharp. Crisp. Hyper-efficient in that Team Canada way, where even the water breaks feel choreographed. Crosby sets the tone, smooth and unbothered, like he’s skating on a different axis than the rest of them, and everyone falls in line. Mack included.

He’s fine.

He great.

They’re running line rushes and situational drills, and Mack’s paired with MacKinnon and TK for a stretch, which should be the highlight of his week, if not his whole life. MacKinnon’s chirping in between reps, clipped and competitive, while TK is bouncing around like he drank six Red Bulls before warmup. It’s fun. It’s fast. It’s everything Mack’s supposed to want.

But it feels – off.

Not in a bad way. Just… quieter.

Will would’ve been yelling by now. Not even at anything in particular. Just narrating a drill, trash-talking goalies, calling Mack Celly every time he missed top corner. He would’ve fake-tripped him during line changes. He would’ve dragged Fantilli into some elaborate bit about who had the worst flow on the team.

Instead it’s just—

Professional.

Focused.

Mack doesn’t hate it, exactly. He likes being locked in. Likes the way everyone here takes the game seriously. It’s not like being with Will is better, it’s just different. Less static in his brain. Less noticeable silence when a drill ends and nobody elbows him or says yo, you see me cook that guy? in that idiot voice Will uses when he’s trying to be humble and unbearable at the same time.

“Eyes up, Celebrini,” someone snaps – Montour, cutting across the slot.

Mack jerks his head up. Realizes he’s drifting, puck barely hanging on his stick.

“Yeah, got it,” he mutters, and tightens his grip.

He digs in after that. Pushes harder. Out-skates a couple of the older guys just to feel his legs burn. Puts one bar-down and hears Fleury swear behind his mask. That part feels good. That part feels like something he can control.

Fantilli taps his shinpad during a water break. “You’re buzzing today.”

“Just trying to keep up,” Mack says, squinting into the rink lights.

Fantilli grins. “You’ve got Crosby on your line, bro. You’re not allowed to say that.”

Mack shrugs and takes a sip from his bottle. His phone’s back in the locker room, but he’s aware of it like a second heartbeat. A stupid itch in his brain. Like if he checks, maybe Will will’ve sent something dumb, some blurry selfie from Herning, or a voice memo of him singing Celine Dion in the team bus, off-key on purpose.

But the rink’s quiet. Focused. No Will.

Just Mack, skating hard and thinking too loud.

By the time they wrap, Mack’s sweat-soaked and running hot, but it’s a good kind of ache. Controlled burn. He dumps his gear in a heap and peels off his undershirt, heartbeat still drumming against his ribs. The locker room’s buzzing with low chatter – TK tossing a tape roll at Fleury, Crosby dissecting faceoffs with Horvat.

Mack sits back on the bench and finally checks his phone.

One text from Will.

bro gauth brought his whole gaming setup. We are in hell. i can’t take this many grown men screaming about apex at 1am

Mack stares at it for a second too long. Then thumbs out a reply.

Tell him he’s ass.

Three dots show up right away, then vanish. Then come back.

he said 1v1. i told him you’d do it for me.

Mack snorts, but it doesn’t quite hit his face. He can picture it so clearly, Will sprawled on some hotel bed, headset tangled in his hair, chirping Cutter and getting chirped back, that easy, noisy chaos he always drags with him.

They’re probably all in some suite right now, shouting over each other, Gauthier playing DJ, someone trying to order pizza, Will getting fake mad when they forget his soda. Fantilli’s cool, sure, but it’s not the same. Mack doesn’t miss that, he just—

He doesn’t know. Maybe his hotel’s just too quiet.

“Your buddy lighting it up?” Schenn asks, nodding toward the phone.

Mack blinks, caught off guard. “Huh?”

“Smith. Saw the highlights. Kid’s flying.”

“Oh. Yeah,” Mack says, voice neutral. “He’s fine.”

Schenn laughs. “Relax. Not a threat to your gold medal or anything.”

Mack forces a smile and sets his phone screen-down on the bench beside him.

He’s not worried. He knows what Will’s like – loud, social, magnetic. Everyone likes him. Mack usually likes that too. It’s just—

Weird, seeing it from the outside. Knowing he’s not there in the middle of it. Knowing someone else is probably laughing at the same dumb impressions Mack used to get first.

He scratches the back of his neck and looks down at his skates. There’s a piece of tape stuck to one blade. He peels it off slowly, letting the hum of the locker room swell around him.

***

Third period, four minutes left, and they’re up by two. Should be locked down. Should be easy.

And then Mack fucks it.

It’s not massive – he misreads a play at the blue line, tries to step up when he should’ve dropped back, and Slovakia springs a two-on-one the other way. Fleury does what Fleury does – makes the save look surgical – but it’s still a mess. A dumb, rookie read. On international ice. In front of half the guys who used to be on his bedroom wall.

Mack skates back to the bench with heat crawling up his neck.

No one says anything.

Which, somehow, makes it worse.

Crosby leans forward on the bench, talking to MacKinnon about something neutral, faceoffs or forechecking or the price of eggs, Mack doesn’t know. Fleury taps his post once. Brayden Schenn takes a long swig from his water bottle. No one looks at him. No one chirps him. It’s not even a teaching moment. It’s just a silence that says: you should’ve known better.

He parks himself at the end of the bench and stares straight ahead, gloves clenched in his lap.

The next few minutes drag. He doesn’t get another shift. He wouldn’t have trusted himself with one, anyway.

By the time the buzzer goes and Canada wins 4–2, Mack feels like he’s been dipped in cement. Numb, but heavy. The others are buzzing, helmet taps, stick knocks, good job boys. He joins the line for the handshake with all the correct body language, all the right gestures, but his skull’s filled with static. The kind that doesn’t turn off.

He can still see it, his skate drifting too far in, his pivot a half-second late. He’d gambled on a read and lost. He doesn’t get to lose. Not here. Not when he’s already the youngest. Not when his entire value feels like it hangs on being undeniable.

By the time they’re back in the room, he’s sweating again under his gear, not from effort but adrenaline backlash. The kind that eats you.

He showers fast. Doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Fantilli claps him on the shoulder and says, “Good win,” and Mack doesn’t know if it’s real or if he’s just being nice.

His phone’s waiting for him in the stall. He checks it like it might’ve changed something.

No texts.

Which – obviously. Will’s probably at practice. Or watching film. Or getting chirped by Gauthier. Or doing any number of normal things not related to Mack fucking up a defensive read in Stockholm.

Mack locks his phone again. Leans forward with his elbows on his knees.

He’s not gonna cry. He’s not. He’s not twelve. He’s not soft.

But it’s loud in his head and too quiet in the room and he keeps thinking – Will would’ve said something. Not fixed it, just… made it easier to breathe.

He’s out of the room before anyone can really stop him. Fastest shower of his life. Doesn’t even do the whole shampoo thing, just gets clean and gets gone. His hoodie sticks to damp skin as he yanks it on, everything just a little off. A little too tight, a little too loud, a little too much.

Fantilli catches him at the doorway.

“Hey,” he says, upbeat but casual. “We’re getting food at the hotel bar if you’re hungry. Schenn said he’s buying if anyone beats him at shuffleboard.”

Mack huffs out something that could be a laugh. It isn’t. “Nah. I’m good.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” Mack says. His smile is fake. He knows it’s fake. Fantilli probably knows too.

“Alright, man. Catch you later.”

Mack nods and leaves before anyone else tries to talk to him. He takes the back stairwell instead of the elevator and pulls his hood up even though he’s still overheated from the game. The stairs echo under his feet. He doesn’t know if he’s in a rush to get back or just trying to outrun the feeling in his chest, like his ribs are a cage, and whatever’s inside is pissed about it.

Back in the room, he flips on the TV just for noise. Doesn’t look at it. Doesn’t even know what language it’s in.

His phone buzzes.

It’s his dad.

Can’t leave guys out to dry like that. Read the lane. Stick down. Watch the tape.

No greeting. No “proud of you.” No “good win.” Just the read. The correction. The thing Mack already knows he did wrong, already feels carved into the back of his eyelids like it’s gonna be there forever.

He stares at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. For a second he thinks about throwing the phone across the room. Then he just locks it again.

Leans back on the bed and stares at the ceiling.

Everything’s quiet, but it’s not calm. It’s the kind of quiet that hums in his teeth.

He wants to text Will.

It bubbles up in him like a reflex, the same way you’d reach for water when you’re choking. It’s not even about talking, really. Just – presence. Just someone else’s weight in the room to balance his own.

He wants Will to call him dramatic and mess up his hair and say “you’re fine, Celly, holy shit, one play,” and make it true.

But he doesn’t text him. Doesn’t even open the chat.

Because what would he say? I made one bad read and now I feel like I don’t deserve to be here and I want you to tell me I do and I don’t know why it has to be you but it does.

No.

He’s not twelve. He’s not soft.

He closes his eyes and wills the heat behind them away.

His phone buzzes again.

This time, it’s Will.

good game, celly

that tip in the second was nasty

Mack stares at the text. Something clenches behind his ribs.

He types back before he can think better of it.

It wasn’t a good game. I fucked up

Sends it. Regrets it instantly. Not because it’s wrong, but because it feels—

He doesn’t know. Sharp. Exposed. Dumb.

He puts the phone down face-down on the nightstand like that’ll stop it from—

It starts buzzing.

Facetime.

Of course.

Mack sighs, then flips it over and answers it without thinking.

Will’s face pops up immediately, grainy in hotel-room lighting, hair still wet like he just showered too. He’s got that dumb headboard behind him again. He’s smiling.

“Hi,” Will says, like it’s obvious. “What’s your problem.”

Mack scowls. “I told you. I fucked up.”

“You won the game.”

“I left Fleury out to dry.”

Will raises an eyebrow. “Pretty sure Fleury’s not mad. He posted a picture of the win with a bear emoji like five minutes ago.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

Will just blinks at him. Then shifts so he’s propped on one elbow. “Okay, so you made a bad read. Boo hoo.”

Mack glares. “You’re so annoying.”

“Uh-huh. And you’re a baby when you don’t get to win every shift. This isn’t new, Celly.”

Mack’s stomach knots at the nickname. He tries to roll his eyes. “Whatever.”

There’s a pause. Not tense. Just quiet enough for the weight of it to settle.

Then Will says, softer, “You’re fine, you know. You’re here for a reason.”

Mack looks away from the screen, jaw tight.

“I’m serious,” Will says. “You’re – you’re not perfect. Thank god, because you’d be even worse to deal with. But you’re good. You belong there.”

Mack doesn’t answer.

He doesn’t know how to. The back of his throat feels hot again.

Will waits.

And Mack, he hates that he likes that. Hates how it helps, how just having Will on the line makes everything feel slightly less sharp around the edges.

He swallows, still not looking at the screen. His voice comes out low. “It’s just – when I mess up like that, I can feel it. The whole shift turns. It’s like – like I poisoned the bench.”

“That’s not real,” Will says immediately. “That’s your weird little brain doing its dramatic spiral.”

Mack huffs a laugh, but it sounds wrong in his own ears. “You weren’t there. You didn’t see how Crosby looked at me.”

“He probably looked at you like that because you skate like a psychopath when you’re mad.”

“I don’t—” Mack starts, then stops himself, teeth clicking shut. “Whatever.”

Will doesn’t press. He just shifts again, camera wobbling, like he’s flipping over onto his back. “You hold yourself tighter than anyone I’ve ever met. Even when you’re great, which is, like, usually, you act like one mistake makes it all worthless. And I don’t know who taught you that, but it’s bullshit.”

Mack stares at the ceiling.

It’s not like he hasn’t heard this before, versions of it, from Will. Always with the same easy certainty, like it’s not even a debate. But it never lands quite right in Mack’s body. It gets in, but it doesn’t stick. It slides around, softens the edges, but doesn’t settle.

Because what if Will’s wrong? What if the whole reason he’s here is just a fluke, and one bad play does mean he doesn’t belong?

But Will believes it.

That’s the worst part. Will says it like it’s a given, like he couldn’t imagine anything else. Like Mack’s value is something obvious.

“You don’t know what it’s like,” Mack says finally, voice a little hoarse. “You – you don’t carry it like I do.”

Will’s quiet for a second. Then he says, “No. I don’t. You carry way too much.”

And then, after a beat, more gently: “That’s why I always call when you start melting down.”

Mack presses the heel of his palm to his eye. “I’m not melting down.”

“You’re spiraling. It’s adjacent.”

“Whatever.”

Will hums, pleased, like he won that one. Then he adds, “You could’ve told me you were having a bad night instead of being a little freak about it.”

“I’m hanging up.”

“No you’re not.”

Mack doesn’t.

Will’s right, of course. He never does.

[twoa-plus]

every once in a while i have a brief little flash of an scp phase & i wanna scream a little abt 049 bc maybe . perhaps there is someone out there who gets what im sayin

049 is and always has been my fav bc he’s a weird little freak and i love weird little freaks. but i feel like i’m kind of alone in how i view his weird little freakiness. a lot of content with this character revolves around him being Cool and Dark and Mysterious - which to some extent he is !! his design and voice and the fact nobody knows wtf his problem is are all very neat & interesting . however. i feel like a lot of people either disregard his actual personality in favor of aesthetics, or overcompensate & exaggerate his personality to a degree where it’s no longer true to the character

i feel like the former is more common & is most of his depictions atp - people see a Spooky Doctor character who wears all black and has a voice like his and go “ah yes he must be this super mysterious apathetic quiet cool guy” when he’s ,,, not? like the mysterious part i get but he isn’t like that on purpose, & everything else just . isn’t true? like, i wouldn’t say he’s an extrovert by any means but he does clearly take at least some enjoyment from talking to people every once in a while & is a very animated speaker*, & he’s pretty easy to read emotionally - he might not be a super touchy-feely type, but you can tell when he’s feeling a certain way abt something

*i can’t bring this up without this i love this bit it is everything to me

like idk i’ll admit 049 is a difficult character for me to really put into words but hopefully this makes sense so far? like he doesn’t really fit into the archetype he’s constantly getting shoved into - there’s a lot of contrast between his external presentation & the actual content of who he is as a person, and it’s smth i really like abt him & also think is a really neglected part of his character. a lot of people write him not as a Person but as like a generic slasher villain & i think that is very unfortunate

anyways, i also mentioned people overcompensating on this, & what i mean by that is like. people making him Overly silly. y’know focusing way too much on “i am the cure” jokes & making him out to just be some funny crazy guy etc etc u know what im talking abt . i’m sure i don’t really need to explain much why i’m not particularly fond of this it just sucks a lot of the fun out of him, i think it’s way more interesting to go down the path of “he genuinely knows something the foundation doesn’t.” also i think a lot of these depictions of his character can end up falling into the category of horror that’s just “haha look at this mentally ill guy isn’t that scary” which is obv bad for its own reasons & is just. boring tbh. again this is difficult to put into words but hopefully u get it !! he’s way more compelling as a character (& a horror monster !!) if u take him seriously & don’t just disregard him as crazy

idk i just feel like with 049 people either don’t take him seriously at all (boring) or they think he needs a completely different personality to be a serious character (also boring). Who He Is As A Person is probably my favorite part of his character (it makes him fun to dissect & play around with !!!) & is also something that’s consistently tossed aside in favor of either spookiness, silliness, or sex appeal, & there are very very few depictions of this character that i actually like because of this. am i alone on this

[parasolladyansy]

Howdy there again ^^

Say wanted to ask... not trying to pry but... if you guys ever did runs for ansy and ikrit in alola... what starters would you two both pick?

Oh, and for the sake of asking... when it comes to making stories that are pokemon and trainer focused ,like most stories are, how do you usually go about your pokemon choices... other than for types or team combos and stuff.... I feel like you have answered this before... but i just had to ask

I'm making my own original stories with specific ideas and headcanons and I would love to hear more ideas from another creative

*also it me the guy who asked about ishi before*

Hi again!

So. Kinda off-topic, kinda not. >u> I REALLY wanted to like Moon / Ultra Moon. I have some ties to Hawaii on my mother’s side, & a lot of the Pokémon there seemed interesting. But I (& Ikrit) just couldn’t get into it. I feel like part of it was the lack of a traditional Pokémon League? Either way, didn’t get very far ^^;

On our short-lived runs (plot-wise we joke they just had a short vacay to Alola 🏝️), we actually both picked Popplio - I almost always choose the Water Starter, & it’d be fun to have a Water / Fairy (Rowlet was a very close second, because I also like birds). I feel like plot-wise, trainer-Ikrit would probably choose Litten instead, being a more fitting match =w=

That brings us to the second part of your Ask: it’s the Pokémon we used when we played those games, &/or Pokémon that seem to fit them.

For Sword x Shield, I probably took the most creative liberties for both Ansy & Ikrit’s teams. For Ansy, I combined my Gardener run (where my girl Leafeon, Moss, led the team instead of Rain) with my standard Parasol Lady run. For Ikrit, I added a Lunatone to represent his Hoenn roots as well as his working for a meteoriticist investigating the Wishing Stars.

Meanwhile, Diamond x Pearl REWRITE are our literal teams (for me, my 3rd run - I usually do a practice run where I get the lay of the land & just do what’s natural, then do a more themed run. BDSP needed a third one because I didn’t know Castform was available & I HAD to have Sora!)

Basically, I would observe the teams your trainer uses, what Pokémon you / they are attached to, maybe their trainer class or personal history, all to pick a fitting team for them.

Actually maybe a good example for that is Emmet:

Obviously he can’t his usual team in Sinnoh due to customs (my personal HC on why we can’t have certain Pokémon in certain games), so I had to invent his entire team. I noticed Emmet seems to like Electric, Bug, & Steel types, as well as Fossils going by his Archeops, & like all train worker Classes out there (Depot Agent, Rail Staff, Subway Boss), he’d have at least one digger.

I picked Electivire for him since his yellow fur might’ve reminded him of his precious Galvantula (& Joltiks). His Bastiodon is both a Fossil & a digger. Ingo has a Magnezone in place of his Klinklang, which Emmet has a twin of, so I gave him a Magnezone to match. The rest matches up more with what I observed about him.

So yeah! Hope that answers your question, & I look forward to see what you (or anyone else this helps out) come up with.

—

PS: oh! Editing to add that I also make sure the teams are still viable in battle with the help of some Pokémon team builders. My favorite was Marriland, but there’s a bug that happens whenever I use it now that crashes the site. If anyone has an alternative that works just as well up to Gen 9, pls lemme know! ^o^

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[mayaskribbles]

happy birthday, little brother

[hakusins]

cw // cigarettes, scars

some of my top DoL characters!!

[deadbaguette]

Oh god, the ginger is my favourite hair design… what have I done

[shima-draws]

Just got back from seeing Sonic 3 and HOOOOOOLY SHIT y’all. Oh my fucking god. OH my god. Ohhhh my g o d

[garoujo]

saetoru is talking abt you on her private blog (@/clorindes) yuckkkkk

CW BULLYING, LITERALLY IMMATURE HIGH SCHOOL DRAMA, SUB POSTING.

hi nonnie, thank you for letting me know! since i’m leaving this blog & this platform for the foreseeable future i figured i might aswell get a few things off of my chest before i go. i apologise in advance for the vibes this post will probably bring, the discourse & the posts that will ofcourse follow, but i honestly i am not the first person to be targeted by this creator and i’m sure i won’t be the last considering the amount of creators that have been bullied off of this app by them.

first off i’ve had multiple blogs that would be considered bigger blogs such as @/hvnlydmn, @/atsymu + now this blog which is the biggest of all 3. i think there’s a sort of unspoken responsibility that comes with being a bigger blog which i know is no fun but it’s also because it can be super harmful on a site like this, when people weaponise their following.

on that note i’ll start this post by saying that i’ve known tee for probably around 3/4 years, maybe? we were mutuals on hvnlydmn & atsymu and we continued to talk on discord even when i was off of tumblr. i will honestly admit to this day i have never had a negative interaction with tee to my face and she was genuinely supportive of me during any discourse i was involved in. i am not some angel, i’ve had my fair share of crap on this app (of my own doing) but this post is not meant to come across like “oh she doesn’t like me so i’m calling her out” no. im sorry if this doesn’t line up with my brand and my ‘victim complex’ but i’m not gonna lie down and let someone on a power trip on a hobby app drag me through the mud.

first off i had began to get some off vibes from tee when i had started writing on garoujo, notably when i’d just hit my first milestone which was probably around 1k. during this i had decided to move my instagram theme from my main blog to my writing blog.

i’d noticed tee subposting (on main and on her personal blog which i followed at the time) about someone basically using the same theme as her, which after then clicking onto her blog i realised was an instagram theme. i didn’t think much of it, again me & tee were friends and she hadn’t came to me directly so ignored it. i was still a new blog and trying to solidly an aesthetic (before the beige lol) so i changed my theme / masterlists / layouts a lot.

a few more sub posts later i decided to message tee about it because with every thing i’d change / post on my blog, there always seemed to be another post. so i messaged her and got this response in: (i’ve blurred out my irl name btw) open up pics for convo!

so i let it slide, kept posting & that was that. probably a few days / a week later, tee had soft blocked me which then eventually led to me being hard blocked. i was upset ofcourse because i genuinely considered tee a good friend but i’ve always been a big advocate in controlling your space.

this was when, one of our mutuals in common (the first of many may i add) approached me on discord to say that just like now, i was being ripped to shreds on tee’s personal blog:

again i was notably upset about this because i was being accused of not only copying her theme but also her writing & masterlists, we did have a lot of mutuals in common so it was also upsetting knowing they would all be seeing these posts aswell. i allowed myself one sub post about “creating a narrative” because i was particularly frustrated but tee then also subposted about this, even though she had me blocked?

i would also like to say regarding our mutuals in common that this was not the first or last mutual to approach me regarding tee. i’ve had multiple people tell me that “they’re only mutuals with her because it would be more damaging not to be” “it’s easier to be on her side”. also i am not saying this is okay but i’ve had multiple of her current mutuals send me not only her posts, but screenshots of her private, personal instagram & also tell me about how all of them and their friends had a running joke / theory that tee made up her boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) for attention.

regarding the accusations from tee i’d like to first comment on the instagram themes, again i had done an instagram theme on my main blog but it seemed to only be an issue when it was on my writing blog that was gaining traction. if the timing was off and it seemed like i copied her, i genuinely have nothing to say except it’s not the case— it’s instagram (which tee already admits she doesn’t own above) also the hanma writing? i’m still not 100% sure which drabbles she was referring to but i can only assume that 1. is when i posted a drabble about hanma fucking you outside of his subordinates house — this was a almost completely word by word rewrite of a suna drabble i done on my old blog @/atsymu i literally just changed the concept to fit tokyo revengers themes. i can post screenshots of this suna drabble also from my google docs dated February when i deactivated. the other one may have been some basic concept about him fucking you against the window.

she also mentions in the very first recent screenshot at the beginning of this post that i have apparently stolen concepts of fics / posts from her mutuals. what i want to say regarding this is, do you believe that i would have made it this far on stolen work? i don’t know any of the mutuals she’s referring to apart from 1 which i’ll get into. but every single accusation i’ve ever received has always come from someone associated or in contact with tee, she has always been at the root of it all but i have yet to receive a single anon or ask about me copying or taking inspiration from anyone’s work.

i know there was apparently a blog and an ex mutual of mine, who i had a lot of respect & time for who was under the impression i’d stolen their concept for this gojo fic. the whole premise of this fic is honestly not uncommon considering how many times people losing control of their techniques / powers / quirks during orgasm has been done in fanfiction. this concept was completely my own, i had originally posted shitposts about him losing control of his technique & also him putting you into a mating press / breeding before i’d decided to smoosh them together into a fic. we all read from the same workbook, we all have the same material to work off of — two people in a fanbase of THOUSANDS having a similar idea is not unheard of.

now onto the masterlist banners. the screenshot on the far left are the comparison photos that tee made herself— i’m sure you’ll be able to see them in better quality when she makes her own post about it; because obviously that’s going to come. first off i will say, i will admit i took inspiration from her official art masterlist banners — i thought hers looked good and i needed a masterlist so i used official art. fair game there although i only kept them for a few days before i changed again.

but onto the grey masterlist banners, i can honestly say i did not even know tee had this masterlist, also the only comparison i myself see is the colour. the only reason i chose grey was because i had started to use a grey / white overlay on my manga panels for my layout (as you can see far right), and as you know— i’ve always kept my colour scheme pretty consistent. on that note, regarding the actual layout of the masterlists— i’ve added screenshots from atsymu (that i could find due to it being deactivated) that shows the layout of my old masterlists, which was what i took inspiration from for my current. although the title font for each heading like headcanons is different, i had used the sort of old style, basic font that everyone uses before i had deactivated so it would match my fic headers i just don’t have photos obviously.

anyway on the back of this there was then discourse over me apparently copying tee’s kinktober masterlist, which again was not the case. but again due to tee’s following i had received multiple death threats into my asks the morning after i posted mine. as far as i was aware, the only similarities were the fact we both used gifs in our headers & the layout listing thirsts, hcs & fics (which is very common during kinktober but i admitted below i could see that similarity). unfortunately during all of this discourse was when ffflowers, my hate blog also came into the mix which then lead to tee reaching out to me in dm’s from her old blog.

the interaction between me & tee was pretty good, again she was nothing but nice to me directly despite the way she obviously spoke about me in private above. but as you can see below, tee herself told me that basically most of the similarities all made above were brushed off as basic. we spoke about the ig themes & i apologised, saying i could understand where she was coming from and that was that. i unblocked her & she unblocked me so i could reblog her post, it’s been that way since.

it is not my place to comment on other people’s experiences on this app but i would need more than 2 hands to list the amount of people that i’m sure have had similar if not worse experiences with tee. i know i have had multiple mutuals who have been bullied off of this platform & had their safe space ripped from them for little things such as: liking a character that this group selfship with, tee and her friends not liking their characterisation. they’ve even went as far as to go through other larger creators notes to check for minors so they can make excuses as to why they’re thriving.

i also know of a blog who was ‘blacklisted’ from tee & her mutuals as they self shipped with arataki itto at the time, one of tee’s friends also did, so they blacklisted this creator and had all of their mutuals block them for this which then in turn drove this creator off the app. there has been other notably bitchy things that i’ve heard but i have no receipts for therefore i don’t see any relevance in starting rumours.

i would also like to say i know plagiarism is a horrible thing, we have all been through it— myself included but it’s got to the point where being accused of copying tee has become a canon event. notably, bigger platforms have been ruined and driven off of this app for little things such as mdni dividers, similar colours schemes etc. and it’s the reason i’m also leaving.

i will say i have met some amazing people through my discourse with tee, notably people who have been in similar situations and i also apologise to any mutuals who we still have in common who are now sort of stuck inbetween. no hard feelings. although to tee: id be careful of the people you trust because it seems the loyalties they have to you are not as sincere as you may believe. you can also go to her personal & read the other things she was saying about me like how she was always so ? at how many people seemed to like me.

so that’s all i have to say, i’m sure dash will get a few responses from this but i’ll be logging out & turning off asks because honestly? couldnt care less. the only thing i’d change about my experience on this app would be i wish i’d blocked tee sooner.

i’d say have a nice day, but instead, have the day you deserve.

— emmie :)

[ryllen]

Hello, Ryllen-san!! I'd like to apologize if someone has given you this ask previously...

Someone wrote an amazing TreyJade fic and dedicated it to you!!! I wanted you to know, just in case! <333

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64785091

On that note, I would like to thank you for singlehandedly carrying the EN side of the TreyJade fandom with your art... I might as well have been dehydrated from thirst without your creations... Thank you, and I hope you'll always have a nice day!!! <333

[Direct link to fic] ♣️🐬

SCREAAAMIMMMGGG CRYIIINNGGG DYYINMGGGGGG I READ IT AND I'M FGSGSFSFSGSHSH AAAAAAAA!!!!!!

I'M LITERALLY SQUEALLINGGG LIKE A HIGHHSCHOOL GIRLL WHEN I REAAD ITT FHDHSGSGSGS *ACTUAL AUDIBLE SOUND FGSGZ

OH THE WAY THEY SIMPLY FISHED AND BAITED EACH OTHER IS SCRUMTPIOHS FHDHS MY FACE CRACKS AND I HAD TO TAKE A BREAK TO SQUEAL SEVERAL TIMES

I'M DYING THEIR UNDERLYING FLIRTOUS EXCHANGE IS SO STRAIGHT FOWARD IT MAKES ME BLJSH FHDHDHS

THEY ARE LITERALLY PLAYING EACH OTHER SO FUN !! ♡♡♡

BUT JADE IS SO PLAYFULLY DIRECT IN THIS ONE, I CAN'T HOLD MY FACE STRAIGHT FHDH I CAN'T BELIEVE TREY ACTUALLY CAN MY FACE MUSCLE WOULD BE CRAMPING THROUGH AND THROUGH FHDHDHSHS ♡♡♡♡♡

FSHSH thank you so much for bringing this to my attention, i do not have AO3 thing, i am rather a visual person that i don't naturally seek things to read by myself fhdhs

But u guys have been delivering scrumptious AO3 newsletter in front of my door, and I CAN'T BE MORE HAPPIER THAN EVER!! Fsh

[pepperpixel]

Initial drawings of that old man… I literally, I haven’t finished reading the book of bill yet!!! I had to stop and take a break for a week to feverishly draw fanart of myself petting fords floofy hair and giving him attention and shit…!!!! The urge was too great….!! I’ve literally. I had a crush on this guy the instant he was first REVEALED in the show, but I did not have the artistic prowess to draw good looking old men back then… but I do now… thank god… thank fucking god

[petalsiren]

"honeyyy its time for your occasional petal scottpulse art" have the once in a blue moon scottpulse art

[yippee-optimistically]

ive seen like 2 actual episodes of the loud house but i watched no time to spy last night. they kind of cooked i cant lie