#they said the browns unironically

[caparrucia]

Here's a scorching hot take for you:

If, in a public space (or a private space that you personally do not control/moderate), conversation turns towards depiction of oppression in fiction, and you are not a member of that oppressed group, but discussion of it makes you uncomfortable, particularly if people are bringing up and platforming oppressed voices in the name of more nuanced, genuine representation?

If you then wade in to yell about how you don't do that, you don't even try to write that because what if you fuck up, haha, it's so difficult to include Those People, so better if someone like you doesn't even try...

You are an unmitigated dipshit and I hope you step on Lego, forever.

Look, if conversation makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to participate. But it is gross as fuck to try and derail and make it about you.

And you know it's the white folk doing it. It's always the white folk doing it. White folk are always profoundly uncomfortable when everything isn't about them, always.

Just.

Your inability to handle even the barest discussion of FICTION makes all your grandstanding about activism fucking suspect.

It's gross. Be fucking better about it.

[multifairyus]

And if I said Hobie was Axel coded…what then?

[todayisafridaynight]

ADMITTEDLY it’s a very “teenagers first alcohol” kind of vibe so I prommy it’s not popular with any demographic that’s older than 25 gdgdgd

I’m only just recently leaving my baby tastebuds please bare with me (and give me drink recs so I can leave candy hell)

(Also sidenote but I genuinely didn’t expect so much uproar over GRAPE FLAVOURING because I’ve never heard anyone hate it so much so once again I’m convinced this is an American problem and not a problem with my beloved grape flavour 🙏)

passport you are GROWN im fucking crying looking at all of this. this is the equivalent of whiteclaw.

[playingonedchess]

like i tend to hate every fandom cause its always annoying some way or other but theres actually so much i literally bloody despise about the ace attorney fandom and all that random fanon they made up without even realising it has absolutely nothing to do with the games. it isnt even good fanon if that could even exist most of it is total utter rubbish

[knxfesck]

My (condensed) opinion on the chicano movement is that while it set a lot of foundations for latino political action in the us chicanismo is based on so much revision that the ideology still causes problems today and inhibits political education on top of its legacy of machismo/pretendianism/anti-indigeneity/lack of criticism and understanding of the us empire from the majority of members. That being said these 3 photos of the brown berets go crazy

[nana-luvy]

. 𝐇𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐠 .

warnings: cheesy dripping in sugar fluff, high school!Luke Castellan, afab!reader, reader is apparently a little obsessed with pink

In which you should've talked a little quieter.

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You know that myth that high school girls use weird nicknames instead of actual names to talk about people behind their back ? That was far from a myth to you.

"Pikachu ? Who the hell is that one again ?" you asked your friend, visibly confused.

"It's the new guy, Harry, remember ? You know, Harry Potter to thunderbolt to Pikachu," Silena tried to explain without getting too annoyed about having to repeat herself for the nth time. The nicknames weren't always the best idea when one of you two had really a short-term memory.

"Oh, right, right..."

The two of you had nicknames for almost everyone in the class. You had to --you loved a good gossip session at the back of the class during econ, and there were plenty of people to talk about. And Silena, committed as she was, had a new crush every week who required a nickname of his own.

"But, wait- Didn't you talk to me about spider just a few days ago ?" you asked, furrowing your eyebrows.

"Nah girl, spider is so last week... Plus, I saw his arms were as thick as twigs under his hoodie. That's a no-no for me, babe." Silena flicked her hair behind her shoulder sassily.

"Amen, sister," you added, initiating your iconic 'Legally Blondes' handshake.

“Anyways, I have chemistry right now, see you later ~”

“You’ll tell me everything about lab coat right ?” you yelled as your frend left in the other direction.

“And you about hedgehog !” She answered, turning around the corner.

You chuckled to yourself, putting your earphones back on, laughing softly at the mere thought: to have something to tell, you'd need to have any sort of interaction first...

Hedgehog was the nickname Silena had given to your own crush, Luke. Well, little... You had been pretty head over heels for months, now. But, in your opinion, he just had the whole package: curly hair that always looked effortlessly perfect, brown eyes like molten chocolate that drew you into their comfortable warmth, an athletic build after years in the fencing team, a charisma that shone through his every action, and a mischievous smile that could melt the coldest hearts.

He was in most of your classes, including math, were you were headed to at the moment. He usually took the seat in front of yours, and some days you had to put in the extra effort to not get distracted by the soft scent of his cologne or the overpowering of his radiant aura.

And apparently today was one of those days, as you heard his laughter resonate through your ears as soon as you sat on your chair, one you could hear even over the music still blasting in your earphones. You tried to ignore the soothing sound and simply unpacked your stuff, organizing your desk for the hour to come. But you didn't expect a discreet knock on your table, slightly startled by the movement in your vision, and expected even less to see Luke looking back at you when you looked up.

"Ca..row y...en?"

For a second you just looked into his eyes, incredulous, diving into the amber you worshiped so much, before he tilted his head to the side questioningly, a perfect curl falling perfectly on his oh so perfect face... Realization hit you and you instantly took the earphones out of your ears, your music still blasting.

"Sorry, couldn't hear you. You said ?" you rushed, clearly nervous despite your best effort to hide it.

He chuckled, a melody shooting straight to mess with your thoughts. "Yeah, that's pretty loud.." He motioned to your earphones. "Is that really Ayesha you're listening to?" he added, hint of a laugh in his voice as he quirked his eyebrow.

And you couldn't stop the light blush dusting your cheeks. "And unironically."

"Not bad." Luke said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Anyway, I was asking if I could borrow a pen ? I forgot half my stuff this morning and... yeah.” he explained, like trying to justify himself.

“Oh yeah sure, let me just-” you immediately delved into her case, trying to find something other than pink inked pens. Finally, you handed him one. “That should do it. Sorry it’s pink, it’s the only one I have I think… but it’s supposed to write in black, don’t worry.”

“No problem, I think I noticed you didn’t have much other color in your stuff anyways.” he chuckled, before delicately taking the pen you were holding, fingers brushing ever so softly. “Remind me to give it back at the end of the class.”

When he turned back to the board, the teacher now finally in the class to begin class, you were totally red. As cool and normal as it might've been to Luke, that slight, barely there contact had you in total panic mode, hand almost shaking, your fingers hanging in the air as you scrutinized every inch of skin that just touched his.

Finally, you would have something to tell your best friend after all.

--

The bell rang and you bolted out of your seat: you needed to find Silena and take your mind off what had happened just an hour ago. Quickly putting everything back in your backpack, you sprinted out of class, greeting the teacher before going out the door and practically running into your friend, that was apparently already waiting for you.

"The teacher let us out earlier than planned." Silena explained before the question even came up.

"Something happened." You said, wide eyes looking into nothingness. You grabbed your friend's wrist, quickly urging her to the other side of the hallway, not to stay at the entrance of your class.

"With.. who I think something could happen with?"

"Yes."

"Girl, we have five minutes before the next class, so you better make them count." she seriously replied, obviously wanting to know every single detail of the experience. An experience that just remembering had you dizzy and shaking from how unreal it was.

You explained everything, in detail as Silena expressly asked for an in-depth commenting, while going towards the next classroom for Lit, which you had together.

"I swear to goodness it felt like out of a fanfiction..." you whined, still having that tingling feeling in your fingers where Luke had brushed.

"I totally get you, I mea- Those fudging ashes." Silena glared at the two abyss creatures that had taken your usual spots, in the front row, before pouting dramatically. "I don't wanna seat at the baaack..."

You lead her to the back of the class, or more like dragged her, before taking seats next to each other on the last row.

"Could've been worse, we could've been separated." you stated seriously, though a small grin tugged at your lips, because it was a serious matter indeed: there was no way you could sat away from your best friend, how could you pass time in class if you did ?

"Right." You both sat down, putting everything you needed on your desks. "But I can't believe we didn't even have time to talk about lab coat, that boy is really taking over your thoughts... Dang, he's stealing my girlfriend." Silena shook her head from side to side disapprovingly, hugging you from the side in the clingiest way. "You know, I'm really starting to hate hedgehog for that, that little dwarf..."

You scoffed at her statement, before sighing dreamily. "Nah, you can't possibly hate him, he's too cute for that..."

"Why, thank you ~"

The boy in the seat right in front of yours twisted, a large grin on his face as he spoke those words, and you realized you should've paid attention when you took a seat. Because of two simple, common words. But two simple words spoken by Luke, that made you go pale and Silena stifle a laugh behind her hand.

He turned back to the board and away from you and your best friend in the same second as the lesson began, the two of you looking at each other with two purely different gazes. If one of you was clearly entertained by the interaction, a spark of mischief dancing in her brown orbs, the other looked like she wanted to get immediately buried alive 6 feet under. You wanted the ground to split under your chair and swallow you whole.

Silena just nudged your arm with her elbow, before going to listen to the teacher like nothing happened.

Meanwhile, your brain had probably never worked that hard and that fast to come up with a reason as to why in the world and how in the world he knew, all the while trying not to both gush like a crushing thirteen years old or burst into tears from the embarrassment.

The bell rang again and she had paid little to absolutely no attention to the lecture, words written on the white board completely meaningless to her, except maybe the 'cemetery' that did have a certain charm to it in this instant.

"Silena ? I'm going to the toilets. Meet me there." you said to your friend, keeping your sentences short. Your eyelids flickered in shock and panic after what had occurred just an hour ago, again, blinking repetitively. You plastered a small smile on your face before picking up your bag and going out of the classroom.

Once in the school's bathroom, you waited a good ten minutes for your friend, and Literature being your last class of the day you had time to waste. You paced the room, trying to clear your mind, thanking waterproof makeup when you splashed cold water on your face multiple times to try and ease the raging blush of your cheeks.

A few more minutes passed by, and Silena still hadn't come in yet. Actually, the door hadn't opened once since you'd come in; yes, a lot of people had class at this hour, but still, it felt weird. Curiously, you peeked outside of the room, wondering if the bathroom had been closed for public while she was in there for no one to come inside. And when you opened the door, stepping outside, you stumbled upon Luke, looking at his phone, leaning on the wall between the two bathroom doors.

But by the time he looked up, his eyes catching a movement, you had ran back behind the door, your back pressed to the stiff material while your chest heaved up and down quickly, in full blown panic mode again.

"Hey, you okay ? You don't sound well." You could hear his muffled voice on the other side, his worried face immediately conjuring in your mind.

"I"m good! I'm.. I'm good. Fine. Really. Don't worry."

"Very convincing..." You could just imagine his pretty brown eyes squinting with an amused expression on his face.

"What are you even doing here, lurking outside the toilets?" you asked, trying to calm your breathing while still sounding as unbothered as possible.

There was a short moment of silence. "I didn't give you your pen back, earlier."

Perfect, just perfect. "Luke, you can give it back tomorrow- you know what, just keep it, i have plenty of pens. Just go home."

A new silence. "You don't wanna know how I know ?"

You hesitated for a few seconds, pondering what could be the smartest choice, but ultimately opened the door a little, passing your head out.

Turning in your direction, Luke couldn't help but grin, weakly attempting to suppress a laugh at the scene and taking a deep breath to contain it. "Sorry, I'm not mocking you."

"Sure." you mumbled, finally going fully out of the bathroom and standing in front of the door, a few feet away only from the curly haired boy. "So ?"

"Well, I'd say you should pay attention to who's walking behind you when you describe a situation thoroughly, even when you use 'hedgehog' instead of a name." he simply replied, his characteristic smile dancing on his lips as he shrugged like it was obvious.

And you mentally face palmed, because it was obvious. Your eyes widened noticeably and you froze, a simple "Oh" the only breath that made it past your lips.

For a moment you stayed silent, completely frozen on the spot, your brain completely out of service.

"Y/n ? Is there someone behind your eyes ?" Luke joked, shaking a hand in front of your eyes in search of a reaction of some kind.

A name. Your name. In his mouth, rolling of his tongue, crossing his lips, like the only word that should ever exist. And it brought you back to the front of your mind.

“Yeah I- uh- how much did you hear, exactly ?” you asked, scanning his face.

“I’d say…. since the beginning until the end ?”

“Okay well then this is the moment where I tell you to please, please, forget all about it, it is no useful information to you, and I’m now going back inside the bathroom until you leave, bye.” You replied in one go, closing your eyes through it all to not have to face Luke's judgmental gaze, before reaching for the door knob.

But just before you opened it, the boy caught your wrist, your head snapping in his direction in confusion.

“Don’t you think it might be a bit dramatic ? I mean, maybe just forgetting about it isn’t the best solution.” he hinted.

You squinted your eyes at him, annoyance almost taking over your shyness. “Well, seeing as I don’t really feel like dealing with the problem in the logical way, I think my way is actually pretty good, saving you the hassle of the nice rejection and all...”

If you didn’t know better, you could’ve sworn you caught a glimpse of deception flashing behind his amused expression, his smirk faltering for a split second.

There was another moment of silence, before Luke replied. “I mean, is it really good to make assumptions like that ?”

“Actually it is, helps face reality when you already have it all figured out before it happens, you know ?”

The amusement on his face was slowly laced with confusion. “I really don’t get how you’re so smart yet so… not.”

“Uh… Ouch much ?” you replied, slightly offended.

“No I mean- To tell you the truth, i did forget half my stuffs today, but i totally had a bunch of pens in my bag.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Then why would you ask for one ? You wanted a pink one ?” you laughed, trying to ease the growing tension building up in you again, for some reason.

“My friend said it’d be easier to talk to you that way. And I mean, it indeed is since I'm pretty sure I'm talking to you right now.” he said with a little laugh, that sounded more anxious than intended.

You looked at him in disbelief, arching a brow. “Why ?”

Luke finally let go of your wrist, hand coming to scratch his nape awkwardly. “I don’t know… I just wanted to talk to you ?”

“Exactly, why ? You give really little information, you know ?”

“I mean, you looked cu-ool.” he said, tripping over his words a little, his eyes visibly widening.

“Cyool...?” you squinted, confused, before shaking your head to just dismiss it. “Congrats, that makes you one of the two only people who think so, first is my mom.”

“Oh, come on, smartass, don’t make me say it.” he shut his eyes for an instant, nervously sliding a hand through his messy curls.

“Say what ? If you got something else to say, better make it quick before i go back to hide from my embarrassment, that I definitely did not forget about like i’d like to.” you urged him, smiling sarcastically.

Luke looked back in yourr eyes for a moment, the brown of his almost covered by a cloud of hesitation, before he finally parted his lips. “I obviously wanted to say cute, not cyool.”

As expected, you simply froze again. Not even blinking, just staring straight in his eyes, though as if you looked into nothing.

“And I thought it would be no good to just forget about it simply because it’s the perfect occasion to finally ask you out on a… date.” he nervously continued, muttering the last word.

His eyes searched yours for an instant, darting from left to right and looking for a reaction, or even just a connection, before you finally snapped out of it. You blinked repetitively, eyes darting everywhere but on Jamie, before literally pinching herself, ensuring you weren't just daydreaming and wouldn't wake up in math class.

“Waw, uh, okay, I don’t think I ever got that far in a fake scenario. Uhhh…” You just opened and closed your mouth multiple times without even letting out a sound, completely overwhelmed by the current situation. “Hey you know what ? I- um…” You cleared your throat, somewhat hoping it might help clear your thoughts, and finally looked at the boy in front of you. “I’ll text you.”

And you ran off towards the school’s main exit, bag and pink pen in hand.

Stunned for a few seconds, Luke just picked-up his own backpack off the ground and started walking in the same direction, laughing softly. “Weirdly, that was kind of expected..”

Just a few minutes after you left him, he received an instagram notification from what he knew was your account, an audio message. ‘Well, that on the other hand is unexpectedly quick.’ he thought, opening it.

“Yo ma boyyy, it’s Silena ! Soooo… your girl is um… out of service for a little while, I think.. Girl you okay ?? But I’m telling you, she’s totally on for the date thinggg ~ Just text her the details and I’ll personally make sure she makes it in time and place, do not fre- env- do not worry, wow, I can’t even speak properly anymore, I'm turning into you. Anygayssss, maybe don’t text her today though, y’know ? Cause she’s like, freaked out as hellll, but um, yeah. See ya !”

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'thank you' part on a tiktok kicking my feet like crazy, felt like I had to write it ~)

But yeah, hope you guys enjoyed reading, I love you allllll

Nana <3

[sunnytheopossum]

002 & 003

These fellas were originally conceived as a fakemon design contest entry (for the Mazah Fakemon region, hence the borrowed dex format), but even though I didn’t win, I still really love these designs! It’s extremely basic, but I genuinely adore just regular animal-like normal type pokemon, and brown is unironically one of my favorite colors (ALSO I LIKE GREEN SHINIES! THERE, I SAID IT), so these designs were 100% catered to my exact tastes. And who doesn’t like a tapir? Nobody, that’s who.

Taprei (Tapir + prey)

The Tapir Pokémon

Due to their fatty bodies and lack of offensive strength, Taprei are the primary source of food for nearly every predator in the rainforest, including Mazian Persian, Suchobile, Lupacabra, and even human beings.  Because of this, Taprei have evolved a knack for staying hidden, and their elusive nature once led many scientists to believe that they had gone extinct in the wild.

Paropilli (Paraceratherium + tepoztopilli)

The Justice Pokémon

No longer fearing predation, Paropilli develops a strong sense of justice on behalf of smaller, weaker Pokémon.  A single Paropilli will fight to the death in order to protect other Pokémon from predators, and it is not uncommon to see Paropilli among packs of Taprei; apparently training them to evolve.  This display of forethought and empathy is an obvious testament to this Pokémon’s intelligence, though some argue that Paropilli’s coddling of the young and weak disrupts the balance of nature, and makes it more difficult for predatory Pokémon to find food.

[eddiemunson-reader-shame]

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: Space Oddity, Part 1

In my ongoing quest to write more self indulgent reader inserts, I present to you: Weird Reader.

Sorry guys, but in school I played with the girls who pretended to be Warrior Cats, and ate lunch with guys who unironically did the Naruto run. The only thing separating me from this reader in this story is the fact that I mask in public and unmask at home.

[Chapter Two]

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“You want me to play D&D with you guys?”

You watched with suspicious eyes as Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson nodded frantically, stirring the sweet, syrupy dessert of fruit cocktail in your lunch tray compartment. Staring at you was like staring at a taxidermy raccoon: you were dead eyed, but still positioned as though you could jump out and give someone rabies.

If he had been asked at gunpoint, Mike would have admitted that you were a last resort choice.

“Yeah…” Mike said cautiously, trying not to stare directly into your eyes.

Dustin smiled, leaning forward.

“You like D&D, right?” He tried, hopeful.

Everyone they had asked in Hawkins High had so far said no to subbing in for Lucas Sinclair, and Mike had balked at the idea of even thinking of asking you when they got rejected for the fifth time. You were even worse than the freaks of Hawkins High. The collective student body had come together as one to declare that you were a weird, mean bitch.

“I like what I’ve heard of it…” you mumbled, “I never played it before…”

Dustin’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Really?” He asked, his geometric pattern button up nearly dipping into his open can of chocolate pudding, “Never ever? So you’d need to be taught?”

Before you could venture an answer, Mike pulled him back.

“Could you-… Could you just excuse us please? Thank you.”

You nodded slowly while Mike dragged Dustin away to a corner of the bustling lunchroom. While they conversed in hushed whispers, you sat there alone, the students sharing your space giving you a wide berth at the head of the lunch table.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Mike hissed at Dustin, “You’re going to ask The Bitch to play, and she’s never even played D&D before?!”

Mike knew the stories. Robin had once asked to borrow a pencil from your jubilee of pens you kept in the pocket of your shortalls. Reluctantly you agreed, and then you had a meltdown when she took the flat contractor’s pencil with the He-Man sticker on it. Steve had told any of The Party who would listen about his encounter: even Eleven could perfectly recite the story about the weird girl who had flat tired Steve in the hall every day at 9am when he walked by Mrs. Click’s class, ruining the backs of his brown suede moccasins so often that his mom stopped replacing them after a while. His description of the perp matched you exactly.

Even Mike on his first day of school had been subject to your oddities. A casual lunchtime stroll found him tripping over a trap, made of plastic milk crates and dead branches you’d constructed by the football field. The encounter ended with him being subjected to your twenty minute screaming lecture on why it was rude of him to wreck the “houses” you’d made for the skinks that darted around the concrete walkways.

Mike Wheeler hated you because of reputation, but Dustin knew better than to fall victim to heresy. He had seen the drawings of dragons, daleks, dinosaurs, wolves and mermaids on xerox paper you had left behind once in the lunchroom. When he found you to give them back (you didn’t say thank you), he’d been gifted with a drawing a day later in his locker: a very detailed Spock giving the Vulcan salute, “Live Long and Prosper” written underneath in bubble letters above your loopy cursive signature. He still kept it taped to his Geometry folder.

“Dude, yes! Chill out!” Dustin hissed back, looking at you fondly from a distance, “You remember what Eddie said? ‘Find the little lost sheepies that need us’. Look at her, man. Doesn’t that scream little lost sheep to you?”

They turned to look at you simultaneously. After looking both ways to check the coast was clear, you commandeered Dustin’s abandoned chocolate pudding. Spooning the syrupy peaches, pears, pineapple, and single half of maraschino cherry of your fruit cocktail inside, you mixed the chocolate and fruit together. Lathing up the leftover pudding with your tongue, the spoon was licked clean before you tossed it vaguely into an indignant girl’s creamed corn, but she was too afraid to yell at you while you were armed with chocolate.

With great relish you began eating your concoction with your fingers.

Mike grimaced while Dustin just laughed.

“She’s perfect.” Dustin gushed, “And you should see her drawings, they’re badass!”

“Just because she’s a gross weirdo who’s good at drawing doesn’t mean she knows jackshit about tabletop games!” Mike growled, nearly gagging when he saw you mop up the leftover pudding in the can with your bread roll, “You bring a beginner into Hellfire Club, Eddie’s gonna blow a goddamn gasket! He’s already on the warpath because of Lucas’ championship game tonight, can you imagine what he’ll do when we bring in The Bitch?!”

“Mike, relax. Eddie’s not going to know she’s a novice. Everyone still flips through the handbook, they won’t notice if she does it. We’ll give her a crash course, I’ll even let her borrow my Player’s Handbook so she can come in looking like she at least knows the basics. And if Eddie does get pissed we can just… ease him into the idea that a succulent babe wants to play with him.”

Dustin made the shape of a curved figure with his hands, while Mike looked ready to punch him in the groin.

“You think he’s going to fold for a fat girl?” Mike snarled.

“… Shut up Mike,” Dustin said, immediately protective of you, “He’s going to fold for a cute girl. Look at her! Soft arms, round face, thick thighs… Eddie’s gonna lose his goddamn mind, man! That’s like his ideal type.”

They continued to argue back and forth, finally coming to a grudging resolution when Dustin dragged Mike back by the shirt to your lunch table.

“If this goes to shit, I know where you live.” Mike hissed quietly.

“Shhhh!” Dustin slapped Mike’s arm before looking back at you with a dopey grin.

You were staring down both of them, eyes flicking from Dustin to Mike. The empty pudding cup can was sitting exactly where it had been once full before, but the pop top was gone, and you were pretending like you hadn’t just gone to town on an unholy concoction.

“I made a decision.” You said suddenly.

The two freshmen looked at one another, before leaning in closer. Mike looked skeptical, but Dustin’s grin was nearly splitting his face in half.

“I’ll play with you guys.” You said after a few seconds.

Dustin couldn’t help but fist pump into the air, nearly tipping over backwards on his chair while Mike just grimaced like he was about to puke. An imperfect smile with chocolate teeth flashed at the boys, and you were just about to speak when Mike stopped the party.

“Okay, listen… if you’re going to play, you’re going to have to put in the work, it’s not like playing Monopoly.” He said, staring you down, “This is serious shit.”

You closed your mouth, head tilting to the side.

“Oh… I thought it was like, making your own characters and pretending to be them and stuff.” You said.

“It is, but it’s a lot more nuanced than that. Our Advanced D&D campaigns are different. We play very combat heavy sessions, we use actual strategy in battle. It’s not a goddamn tea party.”

“And Eddie takes the rules very seriously…” Dustin chimed in, “So we’ll have to familiarize you with the basics.”

“Eddie!?”

Both boys jumped back as you banged your hands on the table, getting up close and nearly crawling on top over to them. The students sitting next to you collectively jumped, the metal legs of their chairs scraping and making a horrid screech against the linoleum flooring.

“You mean… you’re talking about Eddie The Freak, right?” You hissed under your breath.

“Eddie Munson.” Dustin corrected, frowning when you called him a freak, “He’s the dungeon master of our club… of Hellfire Club.”

Your eyes widened, and your chest began to rise and fall rapidly.

“You’re right though. That is the very same freak.” Mike cut in, lowering his pitch hoping that feeding into the negativity would scare you away, “He’s a dick to newcomers. You might get the boot if he finds out we brought you in without having any background knowledge of D&D.”

His words made you shrink back, looking at your lunch tray and the little mess of chocolate you’d unknowingly splattered on your clothes. Dustin could have killed Mike, while the latter just looked smug.

And then… you began to giggle.

“Okay…” you smiled.

“Okay?!” Mike and Dustin repeated.

Mike managed to speak up while Dustin was still picking his smiling jaw up off the floor.

“You’re sure you still want to play?” Mike asked, panicking as he pulled out all the stops to get you to quit, “Eddie is not a patient guy with new players, he’s going to rip you to pieces and sacrifice you to the devil!”

You nodded quickly, breathlessly hyperventilating.

“Yeah…! I… If Eddie Munson is running the game… I really wanna play.”

Dustin gave a high pitched giggle of his own and shook Mike’s shoulder, absolutely loving the way your face broke out into a goofy grin. You didn’t even flinch at Mike’s attempts to scare you.

“You got a thing for him or something?” Mike ventured cautiously.

“Yes.”

You answered so unabashedly, with no hesitation, that for a minute it actually endeared you to Mike. Who knew that The Bitch of Hawkins High was actually a human being with wants and needs?

“Wait… are you serious?” Mike asked.

“Uh huh…”

You giggled, biting your lower lip and covering your burning face.

“I think… I think he’s really hot…”

If they had been drinking Tab, they would have spit the liquid out all over you.

“You think Eddie’s hot?” Dustin wheezed.

“Yeah… um… I’ve had this like monster crush on Eddie since I was in fifth grade. He did like this talent show and played the guitar real good, and he’s all loud and funny and crazy and I think he’s got a real charming smile…”

The cadence in your already deep contralto was lilting into a mezzo soprano the more you talked about their sadistic dungeon master, and you were rocking side to side in your plastic chair while Dustin and Mike just watched you make a complete ass of yourself.

This probably would have turned into two hours of blabbing, had not Mike refocused you and Dustin and begun to actually lay out the basics of TSR’s Advanced Dungeons and Dragons. No time to lose, back to business. If you were going to play with Eddie you had a lot of catching up to do. They had a spare set of dice, and Mike helped you roll for stats as Dustin began to write out a crude character sheet for you based on your imaginative ideas.

“We can probably make you a character very quickly.” Mike said, flipping through his own Mead Composition notebook as he checked past characters that had died valiantly in battle, “I have one you can use. Barbarians are stupid easy for first timers since you’re just hitting shit with a sword-...”

“I want a character based on my story I’m writing!” You exclaimed, and then you subjected Mike to your brief (lie) synopsis of one of many witchy characters who was cursed by a dark goddess.

It took a lot of adjusting and words that held no meaning to you, like “Domain of Trickery” and “Cleric of Shar”. The two freshmen helped you settle on a character that would be deemed useful for Hellfire’s campaign, and made sure to force feed you every rule and spell that Gygax and Arneson had conceived for your chosen class. True to his word, Dustin let you borrow the Player’s Handbook he carried with him at all times when the bell to conclude lunch rang out. You took it with promises that you’d give it back when you met them outside of the drama room later after school, already burying your nose in the pages when you walked off to your class.

The boys saw a different side of you that possibly no one else in the school ever had: a familiar side, a human side. A side that was brutally honest and sometimes a little mean, but just as vulnerable and relatable as anyone else. A consensus had been reached during their shared English class: you were definitely weird, but actually pretty smart and imaginative. Possibilities of keeping you on as a permanent member were being discussed when Dustin and Mike found you hiding behind the lockers just outside the drama room around three pm.

“What are you doing?” Mike asked.

You shook your head, clutching your fat trapper keeper to your chest and handing Dustin back his Player’s Handbook.

“Eddie’s in there…” you muttered, chewing on the spine of your trapper keeper covered in duct tape

“Yeah, he usually gets there with Jeff, Gareth and Frank really early, to set up the map and the dice towers.” Mike nodded.

From the rectangular slat of a window, one could see Gareth and Frank meticulously setting up Jenga pieces and miniatures on top of a slab of butcher paper marked in sharpie, janky cindrilical tubes painted to look like castle towers were set up at each place at the table (the dice towers, fashioned from Pringles cans, cardboard, glue and paint). Eddie and Jeff were deep in conversation, plugging in lamps and electric candelabras left over from the drama club’s last production of ‘Pride and Prejudice’. Inside the mood was almost holy, reverent (or like Eddie liked to call it: a softcore porn on Valentine’s day mood), and the boys couldn’t help the eagerness as they went to the door.

You, however, stayed firmly planted behind the lockers.

“What are you doing?!” Mike hissed, “Come on! We’re gonna be late because of you!”

“I don’t wanna go in…!” You snapped back, suddenly shy.

Mike looked at Dustin, ready to destroy him, while Dustin tried to talk you down.

“Hey, hey! Come on, it’s okay. Don’t worry! You have a good character, and if you need help you can just sit with me and Mike-…”

“But what if he doesn’t like me?” You protested.

“I swear to you on my mother that Eddie is going to love you.” Dustin said, trying to calm you down, “You’re great. You actually came with a character to play, and he’s going to be so happy that a girl is showing interest in his hobbies.”

You were about to turn tail and leave when you felt an iron grip around the meat of your bicep, pulling you forward with an unnatural strength born entirely of Nerd Rage.

“Oh hell no!” Mike said, pulling you kicking and protesting towards the door, “You’re not doing this to me right now god dammit! You’re going to get your ass in there, and you’re going to play! I didn’t sit through lunch listening to your weird edgy character backstory just so you could pussy out at the last minute! Now get your ass. In. NOW!”

With a harsh shove, you flew into the drama room – tripping on your own two feet trying to catch yourself – and spilling the contents of your trapper keeper all over the ground. Strong hands caught you before you face planted into the floor, holding you steady.

“Easy, easy!” Called out a familiar voice, “Goddamn... What the hell was that for, Mike?! You could’ve broken her nos-…”

Eddie Munson’s voice trailed off, and the boys watched as their fearless leader, their metalhead bard, began to stare open mouthed slack jawed at you.

“You told us to find a lost sheep.” Mike snarled, “So here she is.”

[hyperfix-wip]

Octobie Comfort: Sleepy Quips

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Author's Note: First entry for @the-kr8tor 's Octobie event! Hope you guys enjoy! Banners are from @mushroom-graphics-allotment

Word Count: 2.3k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw suggestive language, some discussion on pet spaying, lovestruck! Hobie, Fluff.

Hobie had a shitty sleep schedule, and he knew it.

Being a Spider-person and a night owl, he took it upon himself to patrol at all hours of the night, swinging around the streets of London with his newest model of web shooters he just built and keeping an eye out for any crime happening or any civilian in need of help. Whether it was a late-night purse snatching, or a V.E.N.O.M copper about to shut down a night protest, or a small kitten trapped on top of a tall tree, he was going to take care of that.

That being said, tonight was a quiet night for him. Sitting on the ledge of a tall building looming over the city, he let out a loud yawn as he struggled to keep his eyes open. His spider senses did not go off at all throughout his patrol, a rare moment for the Spider. It got to the point where he found the patrol to be a little boring of all things, where his eyelids slowly started to droop down again, only for him to quickly shake his head and lightly slap his cheeks in a desperate attempt to stay awake.

As he continued to stare off at the cityscape, coughing a little from the lingering odor of smog polluting the air, his mind started to wander to the new mattress he dragged into his houseboat from your– his girlfriend’s– universe, one that you begged him to get for a while after you saw the state of his old lumpy one the first time you visited his little canal boat.

(“Darling, I can still sleep on this–”

“There is a damn spring popping out of it, ‘bie!”)

A soft scoff slipped through Hobie’s nose at the little tiff– one that he let you win, obviously–before his mind wandered to an image of you dozing off in his new bed, waiting for him to come home from his patrol. You would probably wear one of his old shirts, the comfortable ones with worn out holes he would mindlessly fidget with, or the matching set of plaid pajamas you bought as a gag gift for Valentine’s day that you two unironically wear now. Maybe you’d be struggling to keep your eyes open while sitting in the bed while his cat soundly slept in your lap. Maybe when he finished his patrol, you’d welcome him with open arms and sleepily call him to bed with that sweet little smile–

Fuck it, he’s going home.

He quickly shot a web to the nearest building he could find and pushed himself off the ledge, flying and weaving his way across London to his houseboat for his awaiting lover.

When Hobie finally landed on the docks in front of his canal boat, his tired eyes lit up slightly at the sight of a tungsten light shining from the window of his room. His heavy footsteps echoed against the wooden floorboards as he climbed onto the houseboat towards the cabin area, but the thumps of his soles got overpowered by the lapping waves and the nearby traffic. 

By the time he finally approached his quarters and slowly pushed the door open, his eyes instantly landed on you peacefully curled up in his bed, a book lying on top of your chest while music softly played from your phone by your side. A small huff slipped through his nostrils, but a fond smile curled up on his lips as a warm sensation creeped up in his chest and lulled his spider senses to a calm buzz in his head. He quietly stepped into his room, his eyes only focused on you, only to accidentally push his cat Cherry with his foot, who in turn got spooked and shrilly yowled, in turn making him scream as the cat jumped and ran away, knocking over some trinkets off his desk.

Spooked by the sudden crashing in the room, you screamed and scrambled up on the bed, hair messed up in all directions, before you blindly grabbed the nearest object near you– the thick hardcover book– and were about to chuck it to his head. His spider sense instantly flared up in the back of his head as he turned his attention back to you, and he held his arm out while pulling his mask off his face.

“DARLING, WAIT– IT’S ME!”

Your arm froze mid-throw, your fingers instantly gripping on the book, and your bleary eyes widened as soon as they adjusted to the light and finally saw him.

“Jesus Christ…” you mutter under your breath with a sigh of relief as you drop your arm and drop back onto the bed, blinking away the remaining sleep in your eyes as you notice the night sky through the window. “What the hell, what time is it?”

He quickly crossed the room to his desk and scooped his peeved cat up into his arms, holding her in sort of a tight grip, almost like a baby. He let out a sigh as he walked over to the edge of the bed.

“It’s half-past one,” he answered with a tired voice before sitting down on the end of the bed, looking at you with a sheepish expression. “Sorry, just got out of patrol early. Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

A soft grunt vibrated in your chest as you leaned against his shoulder while sleepily wiping the trail of drool off the corner of your mouth.

“It’s fine, ‘bie,” you chuckled quietly before you gazed down at the annoyed tri-colored cat in his arms. “Did Cherry get scared earlier?”

The cat in question wiggled in his grip with a huffy growl, but he refused to let her go, probably just to be an ass to the furry bundle of chaos as petty payback. He let out a defeated sigh as he turned his gaze over to you.

“Yeah, she got scared,” he sheepishly chuckled. “Gave me a damn fright when I walked in. Thought she was sleeping on the bed with you, but she was on the floor instead.”

A soft huff passed through your nostrils as you leaned closer and scratched behind Cherry’s ear. “That’s our little Cherry Bomb,” you let out a sleepy snicker before pulling your hand away and resting your back against the pillows and wooden wall. With a relaxed, sleepy smile, you stretched your arms out to him, silently signaling for him to lie on top of you.

Hobie couldn’t help but smile at your gesture as he set Cherry, who has now stopped wiggling, down on the bed before he crawled over on the bed to you. He rested his head on your stomach with a satisfied grunt, his arms wrapped around your waist.

 “You’re my little Cherry Bomb,” he retorted with a tired smirk, “She’s just a wannabe.”

The tricolored cat stares at her owner with an indignant crinkle to her nose before hopping onto his back with a huff, forcing a more pained grunt out of him. You let out an amused snort before scratching behind Cherry’s ear again.

“Oh, you know Daddy didn’t mean that, Cherry,” you cooed quietly as Cherry purred and started to stretch and her paws kneaded on his shoulder blades.

He groaned against your stomach as the cat’s weight settled on his back and her claws lightly scratched his skin underneath his spider suit. It wasn’t like her claws were digging into him, but it was a bit uncomfortable.

He lifted his head and tucked his chin on your stomach to look up at you, a worn out expression still plastered on his face as he watched you affectionately coddle the purring feline. “You spoil her too much, ya know,” he said with a dry huff, “She’s supposed to scratch your eyes out for calling me Daddy…”

“I don’t know, you seemed to like me calling you Daddy when we were alone yesterday–”

His hand immediately reached up to cover your mouth before you could even finish your sentence, and your laughter muffled against his palm. The yellow-orange light in the room illuminates everything inside, leaving his cheeks exposed as they grow rosy from your cheeky comment.

“Shut up,” he scoffs with a slight snort, the corner of his lip curled up into a slight smirk. “You know what I meant. Also you don’t need to remind me about yesterday right now. That’s the problem with this damn cat, always interrupting us when things get good…”

Your body trembled with laughter as you pressed your lips against his palm before gently pulling his hand away from your mouth. “It might be payback for you interrupting her play date with that one black cat that comes over.”

Cherry instantly narrowed her green eyes at you before she hopped off of Hobie’s back, letting out a whiny meow before curling up by your side.

Hobie let out a loud huff and laid his head back down on your stomach with the side of his face pressed against you, the stress on his face slowly melting away while his arms wrapped around your waist tighter.

“It’s not my fault she’s trying to get some action from that other cat,” he grumbled dryly, trying to hold back some of his own amusement, “She’s like you. Can never get enough attention to her liking.”

“I thought you like it when I want your attention,” you quipped back with a playful lilt before you reached up to massage the nape of his neck. Hobie let out a little shiver as you gently knead that spot, melting more under your touch.

You then glanced down to the grumbling Cherry before your other hand reached out to scratch her neck. “But f’real though, Cherry, if you keep trying to sneak off with your boyfriend, Daddy and I will have to get you spayed. I’m not trying to be a cat grandma.”

Hobie let out a tired groan in protest, and your eyes drift back to him, meeting his weak glare. “I told you no,” he whined, his voice slightly muffled against your stomach, “I don’t want her to feel sad about not having kittens. I want her to be happy.”

You roll your eyes with an amused huff while continuing to massage his nape. “And you say I'm soft on her...”

A relenting sigh slipped through your lips before you adjusted yourself down on the bed, careful not to jostle Hobie too much. Cherry let out a big yawn before nestling against your side and dozing off again. “Then you better hope Cherry’s boyfriend is neutered.”

Hobie softly groans again and buries half his face into your stomach. “Or I could just keep Cherry and her boyfriend separated when Cherry’s in heat.”

You rolled your eyes with a huff of amusement, your stomach straining a bit from the ticklish vibrations from his talking, before your hand gently trailed up from his neck to the back of his head to gently scratch his scalp, making sure to avoid getting your fingers caught in his wicks.

“Good luck with that. Cherry picked up your habit of sneaking off without people noticing…”

Hobie’s breath hitched softly from your touch, and all the muscles in his body relaxed as you let your nails slowly trail up and down the back of his head. A soft shudder coursed through his body as he slowly let out a long exhale before he responded. 

“Ugh, bloody hell…”

A small chortle passed through your lips while your fingers continued to caress his head. Sleep slowly creeped up on you again as his body heat seeped into yours.

Meanwhile, he grew more relaxed from your ministrations, soft shivers running down his spine and through his limbs every time your nails ran along his scalp, his body growing heavier as he melted into you. 

He let out a soft exhale and muttered, “Stop. You’re gonna put me to sleep…”

A sleepy smile curled up on your face while your eyes also grew heavier. “Good. You need to sleep anyway, ‘bie.”

Hobie grumbled under his breath as his eyes slowly shut. As much as he tried to deny it and hold off on the urge to sleep, he knew you were right. His body was exhausted, and he couldn’t even remember the last time he got a decent night’s rest.

He lets out a defeated groan before he begrudgingly relents, “I hate you…”

A drowsy, cheeky smirk creeped up on your face while you continued to lightly graze his scalp with your nails. “Love you too, ‘bie.”

Damn it, he thinks to himself as he failed to suppress a loud yawn. Why does he still underestimate your ability to get him to do whatever you want?

“Love is a strong word,” he teased with a lazy smirk as he finally gave up the fight against sleep, his voice tired and half-joking.

You instinctively rolled your eyes again, but you still massaged and caressed his head. “Shut up, smartass,” you huffed out with a slight chuckle before letting out another yawn.

Hobie quietly chuckled against your midsection, your fingers still slowly massaging his scalp, making his head all fuzzy and his eyelids heavy. He slowly let out a long exhale, his entire body falling limp and his arms lazily wrapping around your waist again, before he shut his eyes and murmured his last words for the night.

“Love you, darling…”

The slight smile on your face grew into a satisfied grin. His soft snores vibrated against your stomach while Cherry purred against your side, nuzzling her head against you while fast asleep.  Another yawn snuck up on you before you turn the light off on the nightstand, plunging the room into a comfortable darkness before you shut your eyes to join your slumbering family.

“Love you too, ‘bie.”

[svt-luna]

╰ ᥫ᭡. ⋆· ˚ ༘ * SEVENTEEN LUNA FILES

Bae Jiyeon ❨ 배지연; born January 30, 1997 ❩ known mononymously as Luna, is a Korean-English singer. Born and raised in Kensington, London, United Kingdom. Luna lived in the United Kingdom for fourteen years before returning to South Korea in 2011. She is a member of the South Korean co-ed band SEVENTEEN and its fixed sub-group the Vocal Team.

╰ ౨ৎ BASICS

Birth Name: Bae Ji-Yeon ❨ 배지연 ❩

English Name: Luna Bae

Stage Name: Luna

Birthdate: January 30, 1997

Birthplace: Kensington, London, United Kingdom

Nationality: Korean-English

Ethnicity: Korean

Spoken Languages: Korean ❨ fluent ❩, English ❨ fluent + English accent ❩, Japanese ❨ intermediate ❩, Chinese ❨ intermediate ❩

╰ ౨ৎ ARCHETYPES

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Ox

MBTI: INTJ

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Godly Parent: Hades

╰ ౨ৎ PHYSICAL

Height: 170cm ❨ 5’7" ❩

Weight: 43kg ❨ 94lbs ❩

Blood Type: O+

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Brown

Body Modifications:

Piercings: Lobe ❨ 3 on each ear ❩, Conch ❨ right ear ❩, Helix ❨ 2 on each ear ❩, Flat ❨ left ear ❩, Tragus ❨ both ears ❩, Rook ❨ both ear ❩, Daith ❨ right ear ❩, Forward Helix ❨ right ear ❩, and Belly button piercing

Tattoos: The number 17 ❨ side of right wrist — dedicated to the band ❩, Crescent moon ❨ side of left wrist — dedicated to her name ‘Luna’ ❩, The letter J in cursive ❨ inside her left ring finger — her initial from her name ‘Jiyeon’ but some fans theorize it’s for ‘Jeonghan’ ❩, A ribbon/bow ❨ on the back of her right hand — her trademark love for ribbons and bows ❩, ‘Lady of the Moon’ calligraphy ❨ by her right rib cage — a nod to her name once more ❩, ‘eventually’ calligraphy ❨ inside her right middle finger — just like she said, “Eventually everything that is for me will come.” ❩, and ‘lovebug’ calligraphy ❨ on the back of her neck — the nickname her grandparents had given her ❩

Unique Features: Dimple on right cheek, piercing siren eyes ❨ cat-eye/ foxy shaped ❩, beauty mark on right cheekbone and left cheek, smirk smile

Medical Conditions: Anemic and has a former collarbone fracture caused after falling during a ballet routine when she was 10 years old

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA CLAIMS

Face Claim: Jang Wonyoung ❨ IVE ❩

Singing Voice: IU

Speaking Voice: Jang Wonyoung ❨ has a naturally deep voice when she speaks, however gets higher when she whines and unironically and unknowingly does aegyo ❩

Dance Style: Momo ❨ TWICE ❩ — SEVENTEEN performances, Kazuha ❨ LE SSERAFIM ❩ — Ballet performances

╰ ౨ৎ PERSONALITY

MBTI: INTJ ❨ The Architect ❩

Personality Traits: As an INTJ, often referred to as ‘The Architect’, Luna embodies a unique blend of intelligence, strategic thinking, and an independent spirit. Her personality reflects a deep understanding of the world around her, often viewing situations through a logical and analytical lens. This makes her an exceptional problem-solver, able to assess challenges and devise effective solutions with ease.

Growing up in Kensington, London, Luna was immersed in a world of creativity and intellect. As an only child of a retired ballerina and an anthropologist, she was exposed to the arts and sciences from a young age. Her mother encouraged her to pursue ballet, starting lessons at the age of three. This early training not only honed her physical abilities but also instilled in her a sense of discipline and dedication. However, Luna often felt the pressure to excel, which led to her developing a strong work ethic and perfectionist tendencies.

Despite her outward confidence, Luna struggled with feelings of isolation. Her intimidating features and talent sometimes made it hard for her to connect with her peers, leading her to seek solace in books, art, and music. These experiences nurtured her introspective side, allowing her to develop a rich inner world filled with creativity and imagination.

During her training period, Luna’s INTJ traits truly shone. Her analytical mind enabled her to quickly grasp complex choreography and vocal techniques, allowing her to excel in evaluations. She was often dubbed the ‘Ace’ among her fellow trainees for her versatility and ability to adapt to various tasks effortlessly. However, this did not come without challenges; she faced moments of great pressure to live up to the title and of self-doubt, particularly in a competitive environment where she felt the weight of expectations.

Luna’s leadership qualities emerged during her training, as she often took the initiative to help fellow trainees improve. Her strategic mindset allowed her to navigate the often chaotic training schedule, and she quickly learned to manipulate situations to her advantage, especially during group activities or evaluations. While she maintained a somewhat aloof demeanor, her ability to connect with her peers through shared interests— such as crafts with Joshua or dance challenges with Hoshi— showed her capacity for forming meaningful relationships.

Now as a world known idol, Luna’s INTJ personality manifests in her strong presence and charisma on stage. She is known for her meticulous approach to performances, carefully analyzing each aspect of her shows to ensure they are executed flawlessly. Her strategic thinking allows her to anticipate audience reactions, making her a master at captivating crowds.

Luna’s intelligence also extends to her interactions with fans and the media. She navigates interviews and public appearances with ease, often using her wit and charm to leave a lasting impression. However, she remains somewhat guarded, finding it challenging to open up fully about her feelings, particularly in the context of her somewhat complicated relationship with Jeonghan.

While she is often seen as intimidating due to her ‘resting bitch face’, those who take the time to know her discover her warmth and loyalty. She is protective of her fellow members, particularly the youngest ones, and values the deep connections she has formed within the group. Luna’s ability to balance her independent spirit with her caring nature makes her a unique and multi-faceted character in the K-Pop industry.

Positive Traits: Independent, disciplined, versatile, charismatic, protective, strategic, analytical, ambitious, intelligent, loyal

Negative Traits: Perfectionist, aloof, stubborn, overly critical, reserved

╰ ౨ৎ HISTORY

1997-2011: Luna was born in Kensington, London, into a well-off family that nurtured her artistic inclinations. Her mother, a retired ballerina, introduced her to the world of dance, leading Luna to begin ballet training at the tender age of three. This early exposure fostered her love for performing arts and instilled a strong work ethic in her. Academically gifted, she attended Southbank International School Kensington, where she excelled in her studies and developed a deep passion for music. Despite her wonderful childhood, Luna often felt isolated due to her personality, seeking solace in her artistic pursuits and immersing herself in the creativity that surrounded her.

2011-2012: At the age of fourteen, Luna made the pivotal decision to move back to Seoul, South Korea, to pursue her dream of becoming an idol. This transition marked a significant change in her life, as she entered the competitive world of K-Pop. She initially trained at YG Entertainment for a year, where she faced the rigors of idol training and learned to adapt to the intense environment. Throughout this time, she was constantly approached by PLEDIS Entertainment, a smaller company that offered her a chance to further her dreams. After much consideration, Luna trusted her instincts and made the bold decision to switch companies, believing it would ultimately lead her closer to her goals. She has mentioned in an interview that her leaving a huge and well known company for a smaller one was one of the riskiest thing she has ever done and yet she does not regret it.

2013-2015: Luna trained for another two years at PLEDIS Entertainment, honing her skills as a lead vocalist in preparation for her debut. During this time, she faced various challenges, including rigorous practice schedules and the pressure to excel among her peers. However, her determination and talent shone through, allowing her to form strong bonds with the other trainees. She was supposed to either debut in a girl group or as a solo artist, however, in 2015, Luna finally achieved her dream of debuting as a member of the co-ed band SEVENTEEN, alongside thirteen talented male members. This milestone marked the beginning of her journey in the spotlight, showcasing her versatility and dedication as an artist.

2015-Present: Since her debut, Luna's life as an idol has been a rollercoaster ride filled with both challenges and triumphs. She has navigated the ups and downs of the entertainment industry, facing public scrutiny and the pressures of fame. Despite these obstacles, the joy of being with her fellow members, whom she considers family, has been a constant source of strength. Together, they have achieved remarkable success, creating unforgettable memories and sharing their passion for music with fans worldwide. Luna's perseverance and commitment to her craft continue to drive her as she embraces the journey of an idol, always striving to achieve her goals and dreams.

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST

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Hi! I was wondering if you can do a platonic Curtis gang randomly getting cuteness aggression for the younger Curtis sister!reader (like 12 years old)? Also can it please be hc’s? 😚🫶

‘ CUTENESS AGGRESSION. ’

— CURTIS GANG W/ KID SISTER! READER HCS

note. thanks for the cute request! i hope these are everything that you hoped they would be - i wasn’t exactly sure what i was doing, so i hope these came out right! <3

warnings. kid sister! reader, fem reader, foul language, mobile formatting

characters. ( all together ) darry curtis, sodapop curtis, ponyboy curtis, johnny cade, dallas winston, steve randle, two-bit matthews

oh, they all loved you from the very beginning, and even if they didn’t, no one dared to utter a single peep about not liking you - lest someone get overly defensive (darry).

it took no time for each member to feel some sort of brotherly connection to the youngest curtis sibling - even ol’ Dally was somewhat fond of your presence.

“you’re so fuckin’… this kid,” Dallas gritted out, and some would assume by that tone that he was irritated. and he was. he didn’t mean to forget his favorite brown bomber jacket at the curtis residence, but now, he feared he could never take it back.

it simply looked too cute on you. Dallas roughly rubbed the top of your head, easily tangling and messing up your hair before he could even stop himself. “keep the fuckin’ jacket, whaddo i care.”

his cuteness aggression comes in the form of over exaggerated cussing, and a lot of pacing and clenching his fists - because he just doesn’t know what the hell to do with the feeling.

Steve had a bad habit of unironically pinching your cheeks, or yanking at a small lock of your hair - not roughly, and not meant to be mean. he just.. does it?

if you pick up on any of his habits, hell you could just be mocking the way he laughs, Steve goes nuts. he can’t control how giddy he feels - you’re probably his favorite Curtis, next to Sodapop.

Steve actually likes to include you in things, unlike with Ponyboy. and you have him wrapped around your little finger - if you call him ‘Uncle Steve’, he’ll do anything for you.

“look man, she said Uncle Steve! what’s a guy gonna do? not get her the candy?” Steve huffed, emptying his pockets of your favorite candy into your younger hands.

yes. they will steal things for you if prompted - or hell, if they even just feel like it. Two-bit is the worst when it comes to this, being a veteran shoplift.

Two-bit is known for stealing anything that isn’t nailed to the shelf, so it’s no surprise that he just up and starts.. politely taking things. yeah, that’s how he phrases it.

and your reaction each time is what spurs him to steal again. “what? she’s too cute, ya can’t expect me ta not get her the stupid knife.”

(yes, he shoplifts a pocket knife for you. yes, Darry smacks him over the head and confiscates it from him before he can give it to you, much to Two-bit’s disappointment.)

“took me three hours to steal the damn thing for her, and now it’s in Superman’s pocket, man!”

Johnny’s cuteness aggression is very hard to notice, because he keeps it so well. he’s not one to be loud or lash out like the others in their obvious ways.

sometimes, whenever you grin that toothy grin of yours or say ‘thank you johnny!’ in that goofy kid tone of yours, he just stands there in silence, processing it — hands clenched.

“…no problem, kid.” that’s what he often calls you, kid. sure, they all refer to you as such, but he explicitly only ever refers to you as such. he really doesn’t feel cuteness aggression often, but he does love you like family - hell, he’d consider you more of his family than his own ma and pa.

opposite of that, Sodapop is a known hugger - the guy truly gets high off of plain old living. so, his little sister doin’ some cute shit? ohhhh, you bet he’s scooping you up into a tight hug.

“ohhh you, so damn - i, darn, cute! stop that!” Sodapop quickly corrected his foul language at the look Darry gave him, squeezing you into his arms.

this may be more of a Curtis Sibling! Reader headcanon than cuteness aggression, but Sodapop will often just walk around with you whilst hanging off of you. He just likes being close with his little sister.

“shuddup, i am not clingy!” Sodapop huffed, not even bothering to sit up from where he flopped over your legs.

with Ponyboy, it’s not so much as cuteness aggression as it is pride?? you two aren’t that far apart in age, and being fourteen, he just doesn’t view it as cute as the others do.

he often gets mad because some, like Two-bit, tease and say that he’s jealous of the attention.

the most he’ll get is what he calls a sense of pride, like when you pass a test he helped you study for. he’ll take you out to a movie with him, or just plain celebrate by giving you the last slice of chocolate cake!

“now don’t go tellin’ Sodapop i gave you his last slice, ya hear?”

last but certainly not least, Darry, your eldest brother. he likes to swear that he doesn’t get cuteness aggression, but it’s a bold faced lie.

sometimes he gets so excited or proud of just plain ol’ happy over how cute you are that he’ll scoop you up and give you piggy back rides! it’s horrible for his already aching back, but he can’t help it in the moment - he’s all smiles!

he doesn’t get like this too often anymore, especially once he became in charge of his siblings. the stress and worry often bogged him down - but there is the rare moment now and then where he gives ya an ol jump and piggy back ride. (when it happens, he realizes how much he misses being just your big brother..)

they all have their own ways of expressing it, some more than others, or not at all (Ponyboy). either way, they’re all more than happy to have you be an honorary member of their makeshift gang (even if some won’t admit it, coughcoughdallycough).

written by olivepicks.

[astradreaming]

Dating Clovis Grant

MY MAN! HIM! JUST HIM <;33

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clovis is arguably the best boyfriend ever.

☆ not only does he give the most amazing hugs and cuddles but the man can cook up a storm. so expect homemade meals and desserts when your feeling down

☆ hes such an attentive boyfriend, he always knows when your having a bad day and knows just what you need to feel better

☆ he's one of the only people in camp who can get away with having you stay overnight. so expect sleepovers

☆ speaking of, he 100% joins you in your dreams and even though when you wake up you can't always remember them, he holds those moments close

☆ you were with him through the entire war, when he was unclaimed in cabin 11 to when he was finally claimed and had zero control over his powers

☆ with determination and your support clovis was able to keep his powers under control. every now and then he still needs a break and is found asleep in random corners of camp

☆ you definitely became his personal pillow when he was unable to control his powers and now he still lies down on you when he's tired almost as a inside joke

☆ now that he's got control the two of you definitely train together and he's an amazing swordsman especially when he figured out how to put his opponents to sleep

☆ whatever hobbies you have he will sit and listen to your rambles, he will ask questions and buy things that remind him of said hobby for you

☆ he makes sure you don't have nightmare but he can't stop most demigod dreams (seeing as most of them are in link with a prophecy/quest) but he's aware of them and goes straight to your cabin when he senses something's wrong.

☆ hes the type of boyfriend to buy two drinks and whichever one you dislike more he'll happily have.

☆ OLIVE THEORY BOYFRIEND RIGHT HERE

☆ yk those guys getting married who smoosh the cake in the brides face even though they know the bride doesn't want them too but they do it anyway? yeah clovis would rather die even think of being like that

☆ he also definitely hasn't fully planned out your wedding, and totally hasn't see it play out in one of his dreams

☆ he's the type of guy who would wait all year for the release of a movie then wait for the dvd to come out just because he knows you don't like the same movies as him and he's not going to force you to sit through a movie you won't like. and going to the movies without you? without. you. ??? no.

☆ he has the best pajamas and without a doubt lets you borrow them

☆ he would also love the matching pajamas/onesies. he might beg you to wear them with him

☆ speaking of begging, that man has the cruelest puppy eyes ever. one bat of his big brown eyes and your crumbling (your pretty sure it's even worked on chiron)

☆ he's the best guy to bring home as well, he is the perfect gentleman and he's so charismatic. whoever's at home with you will instantly accept and love him

☆ and please don't even get me started on how pretty he is

☆ because ugh he's gorgeous

☆ his wild and curly brown hair with his doe brown eyes. he has the cutest dimples and when he gets super tired he gets the slightest lisp

☆ he owns a pair of light blue bunny slippers he wears unironically and it's the cutest thing ever

☆ hes always on your side no matter what, and when he loves someone he loves them with all his heart

UGH CLOVIS IS THE BEST

[togetherhearted]

Commission for @ahhlito [at this point I feel like it is you? After all so many kind gestures towards me 😭]

Topic-Headcanon or drabble about Reader taking care of Pino.

Fun fact,The LoP oc I made is unironically a maid that likes to take care of him like a big sister. I tried my best to not indulge myself too much. I hope you'll like it!

PUPPET CARING

Pino had left many hours ago. It was supposed to be a quick trip outside;or so Geppetto said. Your eyes often glanced outside in hope to see the familiar puffy brown hair coming close to the hotel. Still nothing, so you went back to your chores, not noticing him passing the gates. The puppet dragged his feet inside the hotel's hall. His head was high like always. He shook his metal arm;dripping of oil. Droplets hit the carpet and floor and Polendina thanked the heavens Antonia was not here to see him making a mess 5 seconds in. Pino was positively drenched from head to toe of whatever substance puppets and those new weird zombies released while dying. Sophia went to greet him but stopped mid-walk -Oh- Was everything she could muster. Pino was looking really messy this time. She made him stay put, near the stargazer and went to call you in a hurry. Her light blue shoes ticking on the marbled floor. Polendina instead grabbed a mop and cleaned the floor around a confused Pino who tilted his head and looked at him through all the chore. You walked downstairs, ready to greet the puppet when you stopped mid-stairway. -Oh- You had the same reaction as Sophia. -I told you this was...umh- The other woman tried to find the right words. You huffed and puffed your chest proudly. -Leave it to me. I can handle this- You walked towards Pino. You extended your hand towards him but when he seemed to extend his greasy one you took your hand back. -Ok, never mind Pino. Follow me. We have lots to do- The puppet gave a firm nod and followed you upstairs. Pino followed you in the bathroom where he was undressed and immerged in the warm bubbly bath you promptly prepared. This was the first time he had a bath;he must have been in a bad shape;luckily he seemed waterproof;except for the metal arm that you removed. As the puppet played a bit with a rubber duck you passed him your hands found their way to his hair. Pino tilted his head up and blinked at the foreign sensation. -Sorry,didn't mean to startle you- Pino shook his head and put your hand back in his hair. You figured he liked to have his hair washed. Since he had no problem with being immerged for a long period of time, you moved your attention to his legion arm; scrubbing away all the oil and dirt stuck in the cranes. -They did a number on you, mh?- Pino nodded as his eyes watched you turning his arm like new. It was sparkly even. After his legion arm it was turn of the clothes. You threw everything in a wooden basin and cleaned them. Pino watched you intently;his cogs made ticking noises;he almost seemed happy someone was taking care of him and his belongings. Once done with those as well,you wrapped the puppet in a warm cloth to dry his body and hair. Pino was calmly sitting at the edge of the tub; enjoying your proximity. He wondered if he could the same to you;take care of you like you just did to him. Then an idea came to his...mind. He was going to wash you to repay your kindness, so he pushed you in the tub;drenching you from head to toe. -Pino!W-why?! Why you did t- Pino put his cold finger on your lips before grabbing a sponge. You did the math and burst out laughing. -Oh, you're so silly...-

If you'd like to commission or leave a symbolic support you can do it here

[sepublic]

Furthermore, Belos is the type of colonizer who loathes a culture, but also feels entitled to it and is pissed off when it doesn’t bend over backwards to his demands. He wanted the glyphs of the Titan but he refused to respect her and her people, her body, her customs, and opted to take it by force; A method needlessly more complicated, difficult, and arduous than just humbling himself and learning on someone else’s terms. 

So to see some people have the fucking gall to treat Belos’ seizure of what is essentially a native resource as some W over that mean and unsuccessful Titan, disparage Luz as ‘not working’ for the glyphs like he did (ignoring how this brown girl actually put in the work of adapting to another culture), and unironically praise his ‘protestant work ethic’ is just… racist! It’s racist!!! 

It’s buying into the conservative strong man myth that Belos got where he did ‘by the grit of his own teeth’, when really he lied to and cheated people who actually put in effort and suffered the consequences for him; He stood on people’s shoulders without consent and attributed their sacrifices as his own like so many American Dream capitalists, instead of appreciating and reciprocating others’ help the way Luz did. It’s buying into the idea that Belos’ atrocities can be overlooked for the sake of admiring how he ‘got things done’, because that’s just the price of success!!! Like I dunno maybe we shouldn’t even jokingly praise a character for being a colonizing thief, a swindling capitalist in all but name.

This reminds me of that time I saw someone’s Road to El Dorado AU where Philip plays the role of one of the white Spanish dudes. Like are you fucking for real. You saw a genocidal white colonizer who impersonates a local religion he has no real understanding over to manipulate the natives for his own selfish ends and you actually said, “Okay but what if we treated it as a cute and good thing this time? What if we treated his blatant disinterest in everything that isn’t seizing the natives’ resources as a teehee trait???” I don’t care if Philip is chill and doesn’t murder people in this version of events. Y’all are just being lowkey, if not outright, racist. 

Belos is an effective satire of right-wing conservatives and radicalized white supremacists, genocidal colonizers who bastardize and appropriate cultures, “pull yourself up by your bootstraps” success stories, entitled abusers with all their excuses, and Christian self-flagellation and savior complexes. Dana based him off of televangelists, cult leaders, and her own conservative relatives. And yet so many people willingly ignore the whole point of Belos’ narrative and themes to reduce him to just “Caleb’s moody brother” or some sadboi victim of religious trauma, as if Philip didn't willingly embrace Puritan ideology regardless of whatever drawbacks it may have had, because it ultimately promised superiority…

And with the AUs that strip Belos of everything that makes him Belos for the sake of some feel-good story that undermines the show’s themes and does his victims dirty, that isn’t even an alternate version that’s just a completely different, made-up guy with none of the depth. How’s he going to learn his lesson in a redemption fic if the first thing the writer does is undo the curse to restore Philip's White Man status that he so obsessively clung onto, and lost for that very reason? How is he going to learn his lesson if the writer can't seem to properly comprehend what exactly he did wrong and the actual reasons for it???

[gamerbearmira]

(SA) apparently Encanto of the rings started with The Hobbit...soooooo

They laid them to rest in the outfits Mirabel had made. Fili, Kili and Thorin. They laid there, their outfits full of beautiful colorful embroidery that wove a unique tale of just who that dwarf had been.

It was truly a beautiful sight. But a sad one, especially when one considered the heartbroken and sobbing ten year old child who was there amongst the company. Her hair in traditional dwarven braids with beads and all, wearing leathers as they did with embroidery for each member of the company emblazoned upon it, and gold and jewels that had been a gift to her from the now dead King himself.

Truly if she were not so utterly human and even elvish in appearance then she would look every inch like that of a young dwarven princess. And yet she mourned, just as keenly as the rest of them if not more so. The rest of the company aside from perhaps Bilbo had been jaded from fighting and wars. They were used to death and losing those they loved to a violent end.

She was not yet so. They wished she had never felt this pain.

In each Dwarfs casket they had not just the embroidered outfits from their young human, but they each also held a cloth. A hanky as some would say. Each was personalized for them. Thorins being a golden yellow with his name and an oak tree embroidered upon it in brown. Kilis being red with his name and a bow upon it in green. Filis being green with his name and an arrow upon it in red. Matching as the twins did even in death.

The company thought it only fitting that they be buried with the precious gifts that they had been gifted by the young one. They each had their own...and they all...they all would carry it until their dying days. They had promised her they would treasure them forever. And they would.

Nearly a hundred years later in the Mines of Moria Mirabel and Gandalf stared. They stared at the beautiful hanky's clutched tightly in skeletal cobwebbed hands. They were older now and frayed and damaged from the fighting but they were obviously so well cared for.

"Those hankies...me dad has one too...he and Balin never go anywhere without them." Gimlin the son of Gloin said noting where they were staring as Mirabel knelt down and crossed herself, whispering a prayer for her friends and trying to blink back the tears in her eyes.

"Mirabel made them for all of us. Back when our Company went to reclaim Erebor. We vowed to treasure them and carry them with us until our dying days..." Gandalf said and he touched his own hanky, a pure white with his name and a bird stitched up on it in light blue, in his pocket.

"Ori, Oin and Balin...you've kept your word my friends...now just as you kept my memory alive...so too shall I keep yours alive." Mirabel promised their skeletal corpses as she recognized each hanky she had made.

She would break down later. Mourn and grieve her friends who had loved and cared for her in a way even her own blood family did not.

For now...now she would do as they had taught her. She would get the job done. She would get to somewhere safe...and only once they were safe for a moment could she allow herself a moment to grieve.

IT DID❗❗ well by technical means you could say the hobbit part was a spin off and it evolved but. WHO CARES I LIKE THE HOBBIT AND LOTR 🌚🌚🌚

Anyway, very sad <\\\333 I forgot the twins died along with Thorin 😭😭 might never recover, Thorin was unironically my favorite of the dwarves tbh 🙏🙏 W Mirabel for the handkerchiefs, that's some real og stuff 🙏🙏 clutching them in death is how you know they held them close

Hey but at least Mirabel's there 😔 homegirl is decked out in the dwarf drip putts respect, and honestly that's so real ヽ( ´¬`)ノ Had to look up stuff on female dwarves, honestly was a little hard because a lot of it was from the show or ocs (I didn't watch the show and probably never will because I grew up on the movies). EITHER WAY. I still had fun drawing it, no matter how sad 🥸 based the beads off the wooden ones I wore when I was younger 🤓☝

Dies

GIMILI MENTIONED❗❗❗ (can you tell which species I have a heavy bias towards)

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Ur good 🗞 anon I don't have a problem with it :))) also I'm sending u a red eye (drip coffee w a shot of Espresso in it) it is the fuel that keeps blue collar guys going

ALSO ALSO IM STILL FERAL OVER GENDERBENT 141 FUCK WOMENNNNNN

-🔪

I love how you 2 are having a love affair in my asks

speaking of Genderbent!141,

Let me use highjack this ask to cook up something good:

Genderbent!Los Vaqueros (and everyone else).

(this is especially for @lyralein and their promise to draw me Alejandra and Rosario)

Alejandra Vargas has the longest, prettiest hair for someone who spends their time with it TIED IN A DAMN HIGH PONYTAIL???? She 100% wears SOOOO much hair gel to keep it slick and from having flyaways while in the field but that means it exposes her widow's peak and big ass fivehead. She's very used to being underestimated (just like Jane Price) but she has natural scary dog privilege and even her smirks and smiles look evil, so her subordinates Know Better™️. Also, she's tall as all hell, just like Simone. Fuck you mean she's 5ft10???? She serves cunt everywhere she goes when off-duty.

Rosario "Rosa" Parra has a curly bob and has the longest prettiest eyelashes. Does it pass regulation? No. But are you gonna go tell the Colonel's best friend to fix her hair, cut it? No. Exactly. Now get out of her face before SgtMj Parra makes you run drills. She and Alejandra have MATCHING tattoos that they got after the betrayal of their teammates who were on the cartel's payroll (like Valerio Garza). I'm entirely convinced her and Alejandra have gossip sessions over coffee when doing paperwork.

Valerio Garza is 100% such a fucking papi chulo. You know it, I know it. Man's got the most beautiful brown eyes, thickest brows, and the nastiest little smug smirk on his lips at all times. Has a shaggy little hairstyle that just makes him look like SUCH a fuckboy and a 5 o'clock shadow. Man's tall as all hell and I just KNOW he's got a fucking scorpion tattooed in his forearm. Just trust me on this.

Patricia Graves (yes I know Philipa exists but I don't like it for him bc it's not 'common' the way 'Philip' is common for men) is such a fucking bitch. I'm sorry, but she is. (to me, Philip's actions just become even more inexcusable when she's a woman like????) Anyways. Has the sleekest light brown hair but she gets it lightened to blonde because she can. Who's gonna stop her? Wears her hair cut into a lob (long bob) and unironically loves cowboy boots when she's out of uniform.

Alexa Keller is ready to fuck shit up at a moment's notice. Give her a time and a place and she WILL show up, drop some bodies, and leave without a word. Tall and strong, but not as beefy as Soap. Especially top-heavy. I'm convinced she binds her chest with bandages in order to fasten her vest on properly. Has a layered bob and carries bobby pins in her pack/pockets so she can keep pinning it back, on TOP of already carrying hair-ties around her wrists. At one point, Faris teaches her how to tie a scarf to keep it off her face.

Faris Karim is, I hate to say it, tall and on the skinny side. The ULF is a freedom fighting group and he's spent much time in prison, so, he's not as 'well developed' as many soldiers would be. Nonetheless, he's a good leader and makes up for his lesser build with determination. Has a beard that he cannot keep up with more often than not so he shaves it off when it gets too long, and keeps his hair in a combover or quiff.

Christopher "Chris" Laswell is, point blank, tall and slightly pudgy, used to being behind a desk, writing reports and fucking people up with words more than with fists. That being said, piss him off hard enough and he'll have you on your ass. Has an Ivy League cut with a side part and is either PERFECTLY clean-shaven or has the THICKEST beard you've ever seen. (I was gonna 'pick' a mustache only but then he'd look like Alex Keller too much)

Natasha is, I hate to say it, the most stereotypical Russian woman you've ever met... minus the blonde hair. She has the beautiful waves, she has the red lipstick and the heavy make-up, she has the expensive fur coats, and dresses and heels, and all the jewelry. Is it practical? No. But she's a CEO and a forced to be reckoned and there's nothing stopping her.

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