#this tag section is a mess haha

[meowstri]

you could wipe my mind, i'd still be stuck on you

tags: peter parker x fem!reader, tooth-rotting fluff, college/university au, lots of sarcasm, 1k words synopsis: while going out shopping to buy snacks for movie night, your bf, peter parker, tries to convince to you to let him get a new video game. chaos ensues. a/n: wow hey welcome to my first fic posted on here... sorry if this seems rushed haha. tysm @103rafes for helping me with the ending, ily man. reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated!! title is from stuck on you by grentperez

"alright, i think we've got everything!" your eyes scanned through the various assortment of junk food in the grocery cart. "movie night is gonna be awe-" You turned to face your bf only to find no one standing near you. "ugh... where is that idiot?"

walking around the store, you find your boyfriend of 1 year, peter parker, in the electronics section. of course he was. you thought, he probably even forgot what they were at the store for.

he was staring intently at the newest spider-man video game. Spider-Man 2, it had came out just last month and everyone was going crazy over it. he had a scrunched up look on his face, studying the cover of the game in the clear display case.

as you walked up to him, his senses picked up on your location and he turned his head around, quickly glancing at you before turning his head back towards the display case. "i still can't believe they make video games of me. they really captured my likeness" he let out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "i am so going to get this."

rolling your eyes, you sighed. "no we're not mister. c'mon its time to go home." you tugged on the sleeve of his sweatshirt, but Peter still didn't move an inch.

"please y/n... ned has the game! so does everyone we know!"

"why don't you just go over to ned's house and play it?" you suggested, rolling your eyes once again. "yeah, keep rolling your eyes. it'll be stuck like that soon enough." he huffed with a pout. "if you let me get it i'll let you pick the movie tonight. i know you love those cheesy hallmark movies..." peter said in a sing-songy voice. he leaned in to give you a small peck on the cheek and looked at you with his chocolate puppy-dog eyes.

"your silly antics don't work on me." you can't help but let out a giggle as buried his face into your neck and kissing every expanse of skin on it. peter wrapped his arms around your waist hugging you close. "but no. out of the both of us, you're the worst at managing your spendings and we need the money."

he hummed. "but mr. stark gave me my paycheck on monday, its more than enough to buy the game and put away some of it in our savings..."

"you mean your allowance?"

"hey! i may not be an avenger, but i still work for one of the richest people in america" he laughed, messing up your hair. "so... can i still get it?"

you hesitated for a moment, doing some calculations in your head. the two of you lived together in a dingy apartment and did extra jobs on the side to keep the both of them afloat. you knew peter worked hard a lot, trying to keep his grades up while maintaining his life as the city's spider-man so maybe he did deserve something nice for himself.

the corners of your mouth lifted in a small smile. "well..."

—

“did you see that! i beat his ass so hard.” your bf laughed. you watched intently at the screen trying to decipher what was going on but all you could see were bright flashes of colour.

“you already beat ass in real life. don’t understand why you need to buy this game just to play a virtual version of yourself.” you said jokingly while eating from the bowls of chips and candy you bought earlier that day. you grimaced as you peter took a large handful of m&ms and popcorn, shoving them into his mouth.

“true, but this is more fun.” he said between mouthfuls. “plus i don’t get hurt.” he gave you a dorky little grin.

well there was no denying that, you thought as you smiled back. as much as peter tried to argue, you insisted on paying for the game as a gift. just seeing peter smile over some silly game made you fall in love with him all over again. it was surreal, dating the spider-man. the same one that appeared on the news 24/7. the same one that made you worry for days wondering if he might come back from saving crime.

but he wasn’t just spider-man. he was just plain old peter parker. the boy from queens that you met all those years ago. the boy who was practically an academic genius and the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

interrupting you from your thoughts, peter wrapped his arm around your shoulder and held you tightly. he had already finished playing the game but he still grasped the controller in his hand.

“what are you thinking about?” he asked quietly, playing with the strands of hair falling on your shoulders. he smelled like fresh laundry and a hint of butter from the popcorn.

“what?”

peter chuckled. “you were staring at me with that look you get when you’re thinking really hard. like your nose scrunches up a bit and you have this wide smile on your face”

“oh… i wasn’t really thinking about anything.” you locked eyes with him, staring into his big, doe brown eyes. you shimmied closer to him and rested your head on shoulder. “just thinking about how great you are.”

“thanks for feeding my ego— ow!” you punched him on the arm but there was no anger to it. “im joking, im joking. you’re great too.” the smile lines on his face deepened.

peter leaned his head against yours. “thank you for getting me that game by the way. i love you.” he pressed his lips against your temple, making a line down towards your cheeks, then ending at your lips. they were soft and warm, and he tasted like slightly like chocolate.

“mm, love you too spidey-boy. now play your game, i didn’t spend 90 dollars on that for nothing.” you giggled lightly.

unable to pull away from your face, he grumbled. “okay, okay! way to ruin a moment with my lovely girlfriend…”

“does this spider-man have a girlfriend too?” you nodded towards the screen.

“you’re better than any video game girlfriend i could have as spider-man”. you couldn’t help but let out a string of laughs as he pulled you in again, planting kisses all over your face.

fin.

[sordidmusings]

Welcome🤍

Thank you for stopping by my blog! I hope you enjoy the clown show lol right now I'm keeping this chatty section real sparse to get this out but hoping to make it (and this whole list) more robust and comprehensive with time! One of the first things on the list is to have fic summaries instead of just titles and better formatting for multiple parts. At least this works atm haha For now, just know this is both a sfw and nsfw blog and nsfw will be tagged with #thirst hours

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Tender Love and Care

Hair Care 🌖 Massage 🌖 Part 1 Part 2 and Part 3 - Coming Soon

Switching Up Roles 🌕☄️ Part 1 and Part 2

Loose Lips

Thirsty Thursdays ☄️

With Pissed Off Buggy With Lucky Brat Buggy With Insecure Buggy

Comforting His Partner on Their Looks 🌕

Age Gap Headcanons 🌕

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Let Go and Grip Me Tighter 🌖☄️

Fixing What Ifs 🌗

Well Earned Praise 🌕

How He Deals with Falling in Love 🌕

Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

Hickey Headcanons 🌕

Thirsty Thursday

The Hat Stays ON

Fireside 🌖 - coming soon

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Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

How to Break Rules 🌖

Jealousy Ficlet 🌕

Hickey Headcanons 🌕

Give (In) and Take (Me) ☄️

The Wrong Rest 🌑

Across the Great Divide 🌘 - Coming Soon

These Hoes Depressed 🌖 - Coming Soon

Brushing Souls 🌕✨

You've warned him just as much as the others how intimate and overwhelming it feels to touch another soul. Still, he's intrigued. Over time you've come to trust him enough to give him a taste of the soul magic of your home and he immediately accepts, equal parts eager and nervous. Nothing you said prepared him for all he feels at simply being surrounded by You. ~3.8k

Coronary Tale 🌗✨

Face Sitting ☄️

Hickey Headcanons 🌖

Eventually this will mean poly BUT for now it is where headcanons with LOTS of characters are until I have more fics under more characters (so Its not just a fuckload of headers all with the same fic under them lol)

Cuddling Headcanons 🌕 Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men (Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk)

Cuddling Ficlets 🌕 Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

X Marine Reader Headcanons - Coming Soon

Straw Hats and the Three Unwise Men

Bonus Characters (Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid, Killer, Sir Croc, Doffy)

Sweetly Scented Secrets 🌕✨

These are ones I add to and build off of instead of it being just something for a one-shot. Currently a placeholder but wanna get posting for these soon! Gotta organize the massive thought dumps I have down first lol

Modern AU (Coney Island inspired)

Hybrid AU

ABO AU

On Their Feet - current priorities (Most have coming soon and up on Masterlist to kick my ass into gear atm lol)

Lifeline - in brain and touching on

Purgatory - letting them happen when they happen

Hell - uncertain if they will ever happen 💀

Random ass shit that doesn't have a spot yet wHOOPS

Now and For Always - One Piece Rendition

Andddd a reminder to myself to possibly link sketches eventually andjkjaskda

Enjoy the hot mess in progress LOL

[diorkyeom]

THE @diorkyeom / @fairyhaos AO3 FIC REC LIST: PART 3

masterlist. part one. part two.

part three of all the ao3 fics that i've read for seventeen which i've loved, kudosed, and proceeded to download so i'll always have with me! lots of these are fics that have been in my library for a while that i just never got round to reccing, so expect a lot of verkwan in this haha

(list is in order of titles!)

By Any Other Name - bapilli

verkwan, omegaverse, oneshot

i don't even read omegaverse so idk how i even ended up reading this in the first place but. it's actually sooo so sweet. their dynamic is just sososo gentle and hansol just Likes seungkwan SO MUCH and it's So obvious and it makes me want to sob in my hands a little bit. this fic gets bonus points for its hurt/comfort elements and the gentle reassurance it has.

Give Me A Chance To Be Yours - lillupon

meanie, uni au, pining, chaptered

listen guys. there is So Much stuff in the meanie tag that if i rec a meanie fic, you just know it's the best of the best. the whole best-friends-who-act-like-theyre-dating thing is delicious But add that with oblivious mingyu and pining wonu and a confession not taken seriously and jealousy and you have an absolutely stellar fic. and wow, guess what, that's exactly what this fic is

Green (With Leaves) - kaiteki

soonhoon, plant shop au, chaptered (but short)

no bc why is literally the gentlest, sweetest, fondest soonhoon characterisation ever and why is it so accurate???? i Love dramatic soonyoung and dry humour jihoon and their fun little dynamic put into the loveliest friends to lovers plot ever. y'all know that i prefer strangers/ friends to lovers over e2l for soonhoon any day and this fic does it rly well

i'm all about you - checkyeshoshi

verkwan, football (soccer), chaptered

honestly seungkwan as a firecracker of a football coach is something ive Never thought about before but it also makes so much sense???? and hansol just being The Guy dragged into the team's shenanigans is so adorable and very much him imo. also seungkwan basically just gawking at hansol's muscles the entire time >>>

Insomnia - Mistehri

soonhoon, canon au, ib insomnia zero 1, oneshot

soooo soft and soooo sweet!!! i love little canon fics bc theyre always so self indulgent and i love that for the author. also adorable jihoon who can't sleep without soonyoung?? that's absolutely adorable and i cried a bit bc my heart was Melting at how soft they are

pack off the sunset glow - orphan_account

verkwan, roadtrip, non-idols au, oneshot

*clenches fists* i love these gay little boys so so much. it's so chaotic and fun and you literally can imagine everything that happens here and seungkwan being a dramatic mess as usual makes everything soo so much better

PEACH. - petitseok

seoksoo, non-idols, age regression, twoshot

honestly ive never even read those caregiver + regressor fics before but this one :((( instantly the best one of those types of fics ever like. i don't even know what made me click on it but it's So sweet and devastating and regressor!seok now has my heart bc of course this lovely man with big doe eyes should get to act like a 3 year old every now and then to relax

The Tiger On The Mountain - natigail

soonhoon, magical realism, shapeshifter hoshi, chaptered

hnnghghfh listen. people really underappreciate the potential for hybrid fics and shapeshifter fics that hoshi's tiger agenda brings, but this uses it really well! i love the interleaving of fantasy into Totally Normal Lee Jihoon's life and dude,,, the cliché tropes r all just so good

What's In A Name - thanku4urlove

verkwan, non-idols, fluff, crack, oneshot

seungkwan is so!!! himself!!! in this fic and i literally even have one section of this fic screenshotted bc i screamed about it to my friend since it was such an on-point seungkwan characterisation. also user thanku4urlove literally writes the best verkwan fics. i think i've recced their fics in every list so far

your name is a triangle - universefactory(jaeminjeno)

soonhoon, idolverse, established relationship, oneshot

mild misunderstandings and soft relationships. that's it, that's the fic. soonyoung is Sad and Sulking but jihoon is there to knock some sense into him and all is fine once again :D okay but also the way that the members r just so caring in the fic is vv sweet too

[decafdoodlez]

Hello! I just read up on your Rina facts, and I was very intrigued when you said she had contact with Rhino and Kangaroo (I love them sm). 🤧

I know you're open to sharing more info about Rina so I wanted to ask. Can we get some information of Rina's relationship/friendship with the goons? And how they interact? 🫣🫣🫣

Have a good one and stay safe! (Sorry for my bad english 😅)

Hi Anon!

Certainly, I’ll gladly give you some facts regarding Rina and the guards! Sorry for the wait on this, I was busy traveling, heheh. (And no worries, your English is perfect!) 🤍

Rina/Rhino/Kangaroo Dynamics and Lore

A short requested list of lore and headcanons regarding my TPoF OC/MC Marina, and Fox’s guards.

a/n: Thank you for this request! I’m always happy to answer any questions about my OC and how she fits in to the TPoF world, haha. Hopefully I’ll write actual one-shots when I have the time, as I really do love writing. ❤️‍🩹 Thank you again for this kind request! ❤️‍🩹

word count: 1.4k

warnings/tags: SFW + NSFW bonus section at the end | written with AFAB OC x Canon in mind, captive/captor themes, power imbalance, age difference (all are adults 25+), mentions of sexual content/conduct.

Rina/Rhino/Kangaroo Lore 🐇🦏🦘

Pre-Auction

First off…Rhino and Kangaroo are the ones who kidnapped Rina for Fox’s human product auction.

The two had surveilled Rina’s routine for about a month before kidnapping her after she had left early from an alcohol-filled get-together that had gone awry.

They had a physical profile to work off of for a “desired product” sought out by big human auction spenders. (Celia, Derek, and Mason)

Marina, among a few other targets, fit this physical profile, but Marina was ultimately the one snatched up for this specific auction.

Kangaroo is the one who anesthetized her, while Rhino is the one who held her down while Kangaroo sedated her.

Livestream Arc

Rhino and Kangaroo are of course the two goons that accompany Fox each time he visits Rina is her cell.

Each day, one of them brought Rina food. Rhino was generally more polite when placing food for Rina, being careful to not make a mess, while Kangaroo tended to shove the plate of food through the slot in the door with a bit of force, almost as if he was in a hurry.

Rhino did not watch the livestreams Marina co-starred in, while Kangaroo watched the streams on his phone outside of Fox’s streaming room.

Rhino is the one who called for medical help after Rina stabbed herself in her third and final gore livestream.

Ultimately, Rhino and Kangaroo did not think Marina would live past her final livestream.

After Fox Keeps Rina

For a while, Fox keeps a guard posted at his residence to watch over Rina while he is away working.

Fox trusts only Rhino and Kangaroo with his most precious pet, and would never let any other set of guards watch over her while he was away.

Fox orders only one guard to stay with Rina at a time, having Rhino and Kangaroo alternate, rarely ever watching her together, as he himself needs a guard while on duty at his job.

The only time Rhino and Kangaroo ever watch Rina together is when Fox allows Rina to go into the city to shop without him and only the guards. (This is a privilege she gains after Fox is certain that she really is the obedient girl he is molding her to be.)

Rina is to never stray far from the guards, and Kangaroo is basically on her heels the entire outing. Rhino is always close behind, keeping a lookout for any potential dangers that could transpire in their outing.

Once the need for Rina to be guarded at Fox’s residence is no longer needed, Rina rarely sees them outside of outings, and the off chance Fox takes her to work in which she has to stay in his office the entire time.

How the guards interact with Rina

Rhino 🦏

Personally for me, I see Rhino more as a gentle giant type, and write him as such in his and Rina’s dynamic. :)

Rhino calls Rina, “Miss Marina.” :)

He is the more willing of the two to indulge in Rina’s hobbies alongside her when guarding her.

This includes building puzzles together, holding yarn while Rina practices her knitting, helping her with some artsy crafts, or watching her play video games.

Rhino is quite patient with Rina, and doesn’t find her shyness to be much of an obstacle, even in the beginning where she would not even speak two words to him.

Eventually, Marina does open up to Rhino, and finds his presence calming despite her situation. His patience and soft spoken personality is reminiscent of her deceased older brother, leading her to feel more comfortable with him in a strange way.

Rhino is usually more than willing to make food for Rina, considering she is not allowed to make food for herself.

In a way, Rhino pities Marina. She is not a bad person, she has never done anything wrong, she was just merely unlucky.

When shopping, Rhino is usually the one tasked with carrying Rina’s shopping bags. He does not mind one bit. :)

Once relieved of his post at Fox’s residence when Rina no longer needs to be watched, Rhino takes it much better than Kangaroo, and is happy to be given his routine at the bunker back in order.

Kangaroo 🦘

In my headcanon, Kangaroo is a bit more on the abrasive side. He’s not gentle, and he can be a bit brash with his words and actions, so I write him as such to fit into his and Rina’s dynamic. :’)

Kangaroo calls Rina, “Pet,” or “Princess.” (Condescendingly of course)

Kangaroo hates watching Marina. He considers this side of his job as “babysitting,” and “not in his job description.”

In comparison to Rhino, Kangaroo is much more impatient with Rina in the beginning of their interactions.

If Rina stutters or trips on her words, Kangaroo is sure to mock her by mimicking her stutter, or chastise her by telling her “I don’t have all day, pet.”

Kangaroo does not go out of his way to interact with Rina on a “human-level.” She’s more or less just a task for him to complete.

Kangaroo is the less likely of the two to make food for Marina, opting to order food for delivery on Fox’s dime.

Kangaroo is a bit of a domineering presence in Fox’s residence when watching Rina, so in turn, Rina tends to keep her distance from Kangaroo.

Though Rina is always on her best behavior around him, Kangaroo still finds ways to note misbehavior to Fox at the end of his shift.

During scheduled outings, Kangaroo is always on high alert, keeping a watchful eye on Rina, much more than he would while watching her in Fox’s residence.

Despite his abrasive behavior towards her, once he and Rhino are no longer needed to guard Rina in Fox’s residence, he harbors some bittersweet feelings now that Rina is trained well enough to not need to be watched anymore.

Once relieved of his post at Fox’s residence, he’ll say that he misses the “babysitting bonus,” but Rhino likes to think that he just misses Rina above all. :)

Fox’s Rules for the Guards

Though Fox trusts his guards with his darling Rina, he does have a set of guidelines and rules he has in place for them to follow. Violation of these rules could result in the demotion or termination of their position in Fox’s operation.

Do NOT touch Rina.

Unless advised or instructed, it is best to keep your hands off of Rina.

Do NOT punish Rina.

Take note of any misbehaviors she may display, and report back to Fox at the end of each shift. (Fox will dole out punishments for Rina.)

Do NOT let Rina cook.

If Rina gets hungry, please make her something to eat.

If cooking is out of the question, please order food for delivery.

Do NOT let Rina go outside.

Unless scheduled and approved by Fox, Rina must stay in Fox’s residence.

Keep Rina away from things that could harm her.

Knives, scissors, or anything sharp should be locked away securely and only be handled by guards.

Secure all possible escape exits.

Ensure that the front door and windows are indeed locked or not conducive to becoming an escape route.

Do NOT follow Rina into the restroom.

There are no locks on the doors, if you feel Rina is taking too long in the restroom, please avoid barging in unless she does not answer you verbally.

BONUS: NSFW Notes

Just a few NSFW things to note! I don’t see Rhino or Kangaroo actually indulging in Rina’s body unless instructed by Fox, but I could see unsavory thoughts/acts crossing their minds.

If Rina wasn’t Fox’s pet, Kangaroo would fancy Rina and hearing her squeal as he fucks into her mercilessly. She is more or less his “type:” Innocent, shy, almost begging to be violated (in his mind, lmao.)

If instructed, Rhino and Kangaroo would most definitely engage in group sex with Fox and Rina.

Fox gets off on displaying his power over people, so ordering his goons to fuck his pretty little pet to contentment as he watches (or joins in) makes his cock twitch at the thought of it.

If ever given the chance to Fuck Rina at the behest of Fox, Kangaroo is rough and mean as he slams into her weeping, puffy cunt, while Rhino displays a bit more care and softness towards Rina, careful to not “break” her under his size.

BUT! This is all merely conjecture. :) I more or less see Fox to be the type to not share Rina, especially after keeping her for a long time, but it is always fun to speculate and bring in some different dynamics, heheh. >:3c

[bp-zb1fics]

Hi I've been your supporter since the day Im here(I've only been here for 1week) and I really love your bp999 stories.So if you can can I request a Matthew imagine where the mc called him Canada oppa in the final episode and the reader teases him bcs of that thank you very much!

Easy to love (Canada oppa?)

pairing: matthew x reader

genre: canonverse, fluff, lil angst + comfort

tw/tags: very emo at the start more than expected, mayhaps i rewatched episode 12 to get minhyun + matthew speech word per word so here is me citing my reference, tears and crying, ft. seokmae's eomma and noona, stolen kiss, reality of dating an idol

wc: 1456

summary: you and matthew celebrate him making the top 9 but there’s one thing you just can’t let go of.

a/n the poll has spoken haha. first of all, i'm really, really grateful for your support, it gives me such joy to know that my fics are loved. I did intend this to be a bit more humorous when I started your request but it turned into this giant emotional mess, definitely would be happy to do a lighter, more funny part two~ pls enjoy and looking forward to hearing what you think!

Check my pinned for more fics~

“The trainee who will join Zerobaseone in third place….”

You can’t breathe, the air stuck in your chest.

“The trainee who has finally achieved their dream of placing 3rd place in the final Top 9 is…”

Just say it already, dammit. 

“Seok Matthew!”

You’re cheering wildly along with the rest of the crowd as Matthew’s shocked expression is blown up on the big screen. As the other trainees surround him, he breaks down and you can’t help tearing up as well. 

You’re standing in the section reserved for family, a little bit removed from where Matthew’s mom and sister are. They had insisted you come stand with them but you knew how risky it was. Instead, you’re standing at the side, mask on, choosing to pass as one of the general family members or close friends of the trainees.

His sister turns to you, also teary-eyed and mouths “he did it!” You nod, practically choking back sobs and praying the cameras won’t catch you. 

“Trainee Seok Matthew, congratulations. Please come to the front.”

Matthew hugs his fellow trainees one last time before you watch him shuffle forward, still crying. You’re still crying. His mom and sister are still crying as they’re congratulated by the three aunties who you’ve learned are there for Ricky.

As he walks, he glances at the section you’re all standing in, eyes finding you. You manage to shoot a weak thumbs up before he reaches the stage.

“Trainee Seok Matthew captured the hearts of Star Creators from his entrance with his sweet smile.”

It’s not a surprise. He captured your heart first, long before the world got to see that sweet, sweet smile you fell in love with. Matthew was cute and charming and easy to fall for.

“Also his vocals stood out in every performance and helped create a perfect stage.”

But you knew his heart was big and his dreams were bigger. At some point, you were going to have to share him with the world. And you were okay with that. Because Matthew’s talent shines the brightest when he’s performing. You’d give him the world’s biggest stage if you could.

“Trainee Seok Matthew, I sincerely congratulate you for successfully debuting!”

Matthew bows, thanking the MC Hwang Minhyun before looking back at your section. As you subtly wave at him, his face only crumples as he tries to not to sob again. You’re no better, your mask soaked through with how hard you're crying.

Then, the MC says something that will be permanently burnt in your brain forever.

“Yes Canada oppa, Trainee Seok Matthew.”

Despite producing enough tears to create a small puddle, you can’t help but mirror Matthew, nearly doubling over in laughter at the sudden nickname. You’re laughing and crying, truly multitasking at its finest. It’s so perfectly in the moment that you almost don’t catch the second part of the MC’s question.

“How do you feel about achieving your dream of debuting?”

Oh but you’re so clowning him for it later. If he thinks he’s getting away with it, he better think twice.

“I…”

Matthew starts shakily and now you’re back to crying.

“Honestly, this feels like a dream right now. I’ve lost so much confidence recently.”

He’s worried to you over stolen phone calls. What if he failed? What if he didn’t debut? Should he look for a job? Go back to Canada? Thinking about that made you all the more emotional, you tried your best to reassure him but this was an industry that took so much of a person and sometimes left them a shell of themselves. It made them question who they were, what they were worth. It put some of them on a pedestal and let others fall, breaking them apart.

“But my hyungs always took care of me at the dorms and kept telling me that things will go well for me. I couldn't really believe them, but being able to be here now, I am so grateful. Also, the Masters have always encouraged me, so I am grateful to them as well.”

You were grateful for them too. To be there for him, to take care of him when you couldn’t. Your heart squeezed thinking about the months you spent apart, stealing every moment together that you could and shoving it into the recesses of your heart so that no one would take it away from you.

“I have chased this dream for two years. Now, to think that I can finally live my dream everyday, it really feels like a dream. So, I am so happy.”

Matthew was so wide-eyed and in wonder of everything back then. He still is, you think fondly. But there’s a maturity to him now that makes you so proud. He thanks his agency and the program’s staff before turning to your section again.

“My eomma and noona have also come today.”

You watch as his eyes go from them to you and he lets out another sob before apologising, addressing his mom. You can only watch, wishing that you could stand there and comfort her as well. But you love Matthew and this is his dream and you can’t ever bring yourself, for any reason, to take it away from him.

“Eomma, thank you so much for trusting me and letting me come to Korea. I’ve finally made it here, so I will do my best to become a loving and cool son whom you can be proud of.”

God, when will you stop crying?

“I just love you so much, Eomma. I missed you.” And you think he’s done but Matthew doesn’t even breathe. He's still looking at your section but his eyes are only on you as he repeats the sentiment in English.

“I love you and missed you so much.”

His sister shoots you a knowing look as Matthew goes on to thank the Star Creators and wraps up his speech. You wave her away while the cameras follow your boyfriend walking up the stairs. He’s hugging his other group members, so happy, so excited to finally be there.

And you can’t help but smile through your tears.

Because you know how much love Matthew has to give and these boys are incredibly lucky to be on the receiving end of it. You only hope that they’ll love him back. And you know they will, because it’s incredibly hard to not love Seok Matthew.

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The first moment you get is backstage, away from the cameras. You’ve finally agreed to stand with his mom, holding his sister’s hand as you wait for Matthew to wrap up filming. When he walks through the door, all of you are trying your best to not devolve back into a crying mess. You step back, letting him take his time with his family, trying your best to compose yourself.

But by the time he’s in front of you, you can’t help but throw your arms around him. He’s practically holding you up, neither of you wanting to let go. Except you have to at some point. His arms loosen, still holding you but enough so you can face each other. Your lips tremble. You really should say something, anything to keep you from breaking down right in front of him.

“So Canada oppa, is it?”

There’s that smile you know and love.

“Ah really? Is that how you’re going to be?”

“I can’t help it,” you fall back into your easy, comfortable banter, playing with the lapels of his uniform jacket. “It’s iconic really, would be a shame if no one uses it.”

“I missed you.” He says, catching you off guard. “My baby did a lot of crying for me today. Your eyes are still so puffy.”

“You cried too.” You pout at him before letting yourself admit it. “And I really did miss you.”

Matthew looks around, checking for any cameras before he presses a quick kiss to your lips, hands sliding to your waist. This is your life now. He’s not an anonymous trainee anymore. You have to be more careful.

“They’ll give us a few days off before the next official schedule.” he murmurs to you like it’s some grand secret. It probably is, there’s definitely an NDA or two to be signed. “Let’s do something, just us.”

You let yourself smile.

“Okay Canada oppa, text me.”

“You’re really not going to let this go, are you babe?”

“I’m changing your contact name as soon as I get that text.”

You know from now on that it’s not going to be easy for the two of you. But Seok Matthew is easy to love and he chooses to love you. You will get through this.

[allbluedepths]

A Mutual Sentiment

(Gen | One Piece | Benn & Mihawk | 1.5k words)

Summary: An encounter with the Marines goes awry. In the aftermath, an injured Benn Beckman gets an unexpected call from a certain Warlord. (Or, the relationships that form where you expect it the least.)

Notes: Dipping back online for a moment to post this! Written for Whumpuary 2024's "aftermath" prompt. Had to get in my favorite unlikely pseudo-friendship somewhere, haha. (Additional tag from AO3: the focus is on Benn & Mihawk, but Mishanks + Shanks & Benn are also fairly central to that.)

Read below or on AO3!

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For all the skirmishes the Red-Hair Pirates had been in throughout the years, Benn rarely ever finds himself as a patient within the ship infirmary’s walls. It was an even rarer occurrence in recent years, their reputation fending off many threats by itself, and his gun taking care of the rest.

That knowledge makes his waking up on an infirmary bed all the more confusing.

Coherent thought is scarce at first. All he can muster up is a slow wrenching of his eyes open. A dull ache fills his awareness, every muscle sore and tender.

He pushes it to recede, just enough to catalog the room hazily coming into focus around him. The small, partitioned section of the infirmary his bed sits in is nearly empty and still. The lack of a window leaves Benn wondering what time it is, though he surmises it’s an odd hour, if he doesn’t even hear Hongo working away past the drawn curtains.

There is still one person in the room, though — an unmistakable flash of red hair that catches his eye. His captain sits hunched over awkwardly, his forehead pressed into his mattress, asleep, and his hand curled around Benn’s leg.

The sight of him brings his memory back to him, suddenly, in fractured bits and pieces.

A battle. An attack gone terribly wrong. A Marine fleet with the sense to overwhelm but not enough to know to stay away.

A bullet grazing his side, whizzing through his blind spot. A quick jolt of pain growing into a dull throb as the battle petered out. The Marines fleeing.

The pain swelling into searing agony as the ship became a blip in the distance.

The haze of hurt sending him to his knees. His muscles beginning to spasm. A chorus of shouts, overlapping — and then one that cut through, sharp.

“Beck? Beck!”

Footsteps pounding across the deck. Hands gripping his shoulders. A blur of red filling his vision.

“No, nonono…” The first waves of something desperate and frantic pushing into him. “Hongo!”

Haki.

Shanks.

Him forcing his eyes to focus.

His captain, leaning down into his field of view, bright hair framing his face. Something wild and frantic in his eyes.

His hand reaching up — or so he tries. Nothing moves. A pained groan and his vision blurring once more. His eyelids falling shut.

“No, no! Eyes open.” That unmistakable force pushing into him, nearly suffocating. Uncontrolled. “Stay awake, Beck.”

His eyes falling shut even against his captain’s orders. What little thought he has left thrashing against the very thought.

“Beck, no, please—”

The haze of red overtaken by splotches of black. Sound suddenly muffled, the sea itself in his ears. Everything, even the crushing energy around him falling away.

One last, agonized yell.

And then nothing.

"Puru-puru-puru..."

A familiar chime jolts him out of his recollection. Nearly out of his field of vision sits a portable transponder snail, quietly ringing atop the bedside table. His hand clumsily reaches over to accept the call, ignoring the spike of pain that jolts through his side at the movement. He has no idea who would be calling at such an hour, but whoever it is would still be better than the incessant ringing sure to build into a headache.

He doesn’t wonder for long, however, as — to his surprise — the recognizable drawl of one yellow-eyed swordsman fills the room. “Has his condition changed?”

He replies — or rather, he attempts to, but his mouth fails to heed his orders. Instead, a garbled mess of syllables falls out, barely even a word, let alone a name.

The call falls quiet for only a moment before the other man speaks once more, his voice as even as ever. “Ah. I see you’ve returned to the land of the living.”

“Hawkeyes?” He tries again, succeeding, if a bit slurred.

“Beckman. You caused quite a stir.” A pause. “A typhoon-sized one, in fact. I admit you are not who I expected to answer, though with the state of your captain in his last few calls, perhaps that is for the best.”

His eyes, open once more, drift down the bed, and something tugs awful at his heart as he truly takes in the form of his captain beside him.

Benn isn’t sure he’s ever seen Shanks in such rough condition. He looks stressed, miserable, even in sleep. Haggard. His usual stubble is more like the rough beginnings of a beard, and what little he can see underneath his eyes is practically bruised. Even his clothes go beyond their usual charmingly rumpled state into downright disheveled.

Mihawk’s voice cuts through the sharp worry threatening to overtake his thoughts, unwavering. “Do you understand what has happened?”

As much as he would be loathe to admit it, he doesn’t. Not really. Thoughts still struggle to take shape in his mind, falling through like water in a sieve. It’s clear something has happened for him to end up in such a state, but the details of it escape him.

A quiet exhale comes across the line. “You were grazed by a poisoned bullet. Quite the cowardly one, with the delayed start to its effects. Your captain did not take kindly to that. Something he has rectified before refusing to leave your side since.”

Oh.

“Shanks—" he breathes, thin and strained. Mihawk doesn’t need to explain any further.

But he does, nonetheless. “—Would let the world burn to keep you. Burn it himself, even.”

He stays silent. There are no words for it, for the depth of Shanks’ resolve, none that do it justice.

He sidesteps, instead, forcing words into coherency. “Didn’t know you could intervene. Marines ‘n all.” Because who else would have been able to stop Shanks, to redirect him from upending the world, beside himself?

“My presence wasn’t necessary. It only took your ship half a day to catch up, even with their meager hiding and a day’s worth of sea to travel.” He hums. “Red-Hair’s observation haki extends quite far with a simple coordinate once he’s truly motivated.”

The implication is unsaid, but it rings in Benn’s ears all the same. Mihawk had given Shanks the ship’s location, the target to follow with unwavering accuracy, one that had no hope of escaping his captain’s wrath.

(Benn still doesn’t understand why Mihawk was a Warlord. He never fully will, he thinks. But he understands this, as much as its reality sits oddly on his mind.)

“I will not repeat myself,” Mihawk starts again, firm but his voice lacking its usual sharp edge. “The worth of a life on the Grand Line is fleeting, at best. But you are not expendable.”

His words give him pause, sending what little is turning of his mind to a stop. The significance of Dracule Mihawk, of all people, declaring that is not missed by him, no matter the state he is in.

It’s one matter for him to assist Shanks, the man he has entwined himself with, no matter how often they drift in and out of each other’s lives and onto their own paths. It’s another for him to express such sentiment to Benn.

It should be surprising. It is, at first glance. But perhaps, if he pulls back for a moment, fighting against the haze of his mind to really give it thought—

Maybe it isn’t as surprising of a thought as he’d originally expected. And maybe it’s far more of a mutual sentiment than he had ever come to voice.

“I trust that you understand my point,” he continues on, his usual demeanor returned in full force. “I would be surprised if our red-head would leave us long enough to clarify, regardless.”

A huff of laughter escapes him at that. Trust Mihawk’s dry humor to bubble up at times like these, refreshing in its own blunt way.

“Don’t jinx it. He’s still—” But his words are swallowed up by a yawn, as unexpected as the wave of exhaustion that washes over him.

“I will not keep you any longer.”

A second yawn threatens to escape him, but he shoves it down, one more matter important to say. A younger him would have chafed at the thought. He still would, perhaps, if not for its good reason. “Thank you, Mihawk.”

A curt hum comes across the line in response. Some things don’t change. The bastard.

“Do not die, Benn Beckman,” the swordsman drawls. “The world would not be a better place for it.”

And without another word, the line clicks shut.

He blinks at the ceiling, a wry chuckle making its way to his lips despite the pain in his side. Leave it to Dracule Mihawk to never fail to surprise him.

He lets himself fully relax back into the pillows behind him. Fully parsing out the implications of that conversation can wait until after he’s rested — and so has his captain. Waking Shanks up only to fall asleep while doing so would only be cruel — and Shanks if didn’t wake at the sound of Mihawk’s voice, he was sure to need the extra sleep.

As he lets the warm haze of sleep wash over him again, he makes a note to himself to ask Building Snake to make an extra stop next time they’re in the North Blue. The least he can do is grab a couple extra bottles of that wine Mihawk likes so much.

(A mutual sentiment it was, indeed.)

[jennomess]

Hi! It's been a while since i want to make an intro post but i was too shy and new to tumblr to know how to start, but well, here i go!

Welcome to my king blog, you can call me Jen, the plethora is they/them, non binary, ace spectrum, biromantic. My mother language is spanish, i learned english in school and fanfics kept me going, so if at any given moment someone wants to add constructive criticism i'd be very very grateful ty.

In my country you are legal when you're 18 years old, so, MINORS DNI, please.

About my content:

-Crazy abt my bf atm so maybe that's what i'll be posting more. I don't know exactly why but i tagged posts about him with #jenbf 🤡

-My wavs are tagged as #jenwav . I wanted to try and retrieve to the community that offered me so much. I don't have as many oportunities to record as i'd like being that i feel more comfortable doing it when i'm home alone, but if you happen to have a request i can try when given the oportunity uwu

-Sometimes i write scenarios -or feel like some experiences can apply very oof-, they're under #jensnzario

-I also have one shot's that i want to share with you, someday, they would be under the #jensnzfic tag and detailed in a section in this pinned post (also if you happen to be interested in helping me as a beta pls dm me <3)

-If i ever, ever do some drawings, (there's one hyper vanilla maybe) they'll be under #jenart

And all my ramblings under #jenpost or opinion tags under #jenrb :v

Fandoms -and preferences-:

-S/piderdevil -A/drew's s/piderman and M/att M/urdock from D/aredevil-

-H/ijack (The d/reamworks boys) -J/ack F/rost and H/iccup-

-JC A/vatar -young± J/ake, the S/ullys, a/onoak (soorry, but that enemies to lovers gets me hehe)-

-K/uroshitsuji -S/ebastian, R/onald K/nox-

-N/o. 6 -N/ezumi and S/hion-

-D/&D movie -D/oric-

-S/hadowhunters -A/lec and M/agnus-

-A/vatar: tla -Z/uko, also in z/ukka's form-

-I/nuyasha -Inuyasha, Sango, Sesshomaru-

-M/iraculous lb -L/uka, Adrien, if L/ukadrien- better-

-T/he L/ion K/ing 2 -K/ovu and K/iara-

I think that's it, as far as i can remember right now that's all the fandoms i'd love to read or fantasize, if i remember another one i'll be adding it bc we never know where do we have friends or allies hahah (and also, serious question, how does one find fandom around here?)

A bit about me:

-I'm a musician, percussionist

-Don't have allergies -as far as i know- apart from the usual dust

-Idk how i got to be a little germaphobe and still have this kink since... 12? 14? Haha weird how this things coexist... So irl mess is a big no for me, in media, maybe a little... I think this kink for me is more of an auditory thing...

-The no's are also for uncovered and dad sneezes

-Thougths about contagion... Just with consent of course, irl... I think that sounds romantic, but just if i have money and time to be sick ha ha x,v

-I mostly use my phone to tumblr and there are a lot of blogs i'd like to follow and posts i'd like to kudo but this is a side blog and i'm "paranoid" so i mostly rb x)

And well i think that's all(?) thank you if you read this far, dm's and asks are always fine about whatever

Good timezone!

[ask-missparker]

Take me back to the night we met…

~ This is basically dialogue section back and forth hehe

For AU context: Mia and Liane were an absolute duo, never seen without the other and shared history. But somehow due to an accident of misunderstanding and lack of knowledge, they fell out…even though they both still care about each other.

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“Why didn’t you tell me you and Parker were close before?” Cassie asked sipping tea.

Liane sighed, “It’s in the past…”

~~~

“Do you even know my cousin?” Rochelle asked chuckling.

Mia nodded, “She’s one tough cookie..”

~~~

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“Hi.”

“Hey..”

——————

“Lia what happened to you?”

“I messed up…”

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“I swore if I ever got off this road of just being a single designer..I’ll do something with my life, Mia..”

“And you did..you’re a very clever gal, you saved others like a bird set free..”

———

Liane saving their fellow citizens and glance at Mia who smiles at her kindly.

———

“You’re Liane Felton, worlds greatest artist…”

“And I was your first save..”

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“You know your much more than that, Mia. You’re strong and stubborn..one of my favorite things about you..”

“And here I thought you were sick of my stubborn attitude.”

“Nah, it keeps me grounded..”

“And on your toes..”

The two laugh.

———

Mia knock on her door holding a tub of ice cream. Liane grins leading her inside.

———

“I guess our past is behind us..”

“It did when you left without saying goodbye.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You hear me, you left. You kicked me.”

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Sitting on the bench discussing an idea together and bickering over the topic until they’re done.

———

“Lia.”

Liane turns around smiling, “Oh my goddess! You’re back!”

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“Miss Felton..”

She smiles at her, who was standing in the doorway.

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“Hands off bitch!”

Mia looked up after being shot and a blast of purple fire broke through the bad guy.

——

“Oh, Miss Mia look who survived?”

She turned around sighing in relief as grinning, “Oh thank goodness, you’re back!”

———

Modeling dresses together and bouncing off ideas, while late night snacking.

———

Mia dragged Lia away from a late night sewing session and chuckling.

“Noooo! Five more…” She yawned, “…uh stitches to do…”

———

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“I don’t trust your new friend Selena, Liane..I mean she’s kind and sassy…but she’s snarky..”

“Oooh someone jealous?”

“What? No! Haha I just think you should be careful.”

“Okay I will, but I don’t see nothing wrong with her.”

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“What is wrong with you?! I can’t even imagine why you would do think that!”

“I don’t know what you’re even saying!”

———

“You’re sold me out?”

“I could never!”

———

“What’s all of this? Liane think about this. You’re not thinking straight here..”

“I’m not?! You’re the one who moved on to takeover a damn mission without consulting me..”

“I never took on any mission!”

“Selena was right.”

————

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Cut to scenes of screaming, crying and throwing hands in the air then one of them leaving…

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“I wish I could back to the night we met or fix things…” Liane replied calmly.

Cassie smiled, “Only time will ever tell..”

~~~

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Was i watching a lot of multi-ship and multi-friendship video on YouTube recently? What? Noooo…i could not help it hehe

Let me know what you guys think!

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[awlimagines]

Day Ten - Rock

“Whoa, what’s all this?” Rock laughed. 

His jovial smile slipped at the sight of the alligators basking in the winter sun from the confines of their enclosure. Where on earth had you brought him? Rock quickly replaced his apprehension with his usual smile when he saw worry flit across your face. 

“You said you wanted to see Santa. I thought this would be the best place,” you explained, shuffling your feet. 

What had he gotten himself into? The outdoor store was a hellscape in his mind. Camouflage decked the racks, and an actual fish tank was proudly in the center of the store. Rock struggled to ignore the fish casually swimming as he followed you to the line for Santa. They were much better when they were submerged out of sight in the river or ocean. 

The sight of Santa raised his spirits. The man was dressed all in red with a natural beard and a twinkle in his eye. He was already a million times better than Santa of his youth. The lumbering Santa that used to visit the inn when he was a child always looked like Van with a fake beard. He grasped your hand as he eagerly bounced on his feet, drawing nearer to the front of the line. 

“After seeing Santa, I thought we could pick you out some fishing gear.” 

“Oh,” Rock realized. “This is where I went wrong.”

He watched as you whispered something in Santa’s ear before sharing a laugh with the jolly man. Rock would have been jealous if he wasn’t so stressed trying to figure out how to escape the fishing section (which looked like a solid third of the store). How could he tell you he hated fish and only tagged along to spend time with you? 

“And what would you like for Starry Night, young man?” Santa asked. 

“Santa! I have a huuuuuge request,” Rock loudly proclaimed as he sat in the big, red man’s lap, arms twining around his neck. “Please don’t put me on the naughty list! I know lying is wrong, but I wanted to spend time with Y/N, so I said I like fishing when I really, really hate fish. I’d like to get a Blue Feather from Y/N for Starry Night instead of a fishing pole.” 

The blonde couldn’t fight his massive grin as he hopped off the flustered Santa’s lap over to you. Your face was beet red after his antics. He loved seeing you like this because Rock knew your thoughts were focused only on him. Didn’t they say any attention was good attention after all? Rock certainly thought so as you grabbed his hand and pulled him from the store. He idly tagged along behind you, gazing at brightly colored shops. Rock wondered where you could be headed next. He was getting hungry, so maybe you were taking him to a restaurant? 

You dragged him from the sidewalk into one of the city’s many little pocket parks. Rock followed, preparing more jokes to ramble off until you laughed. The blonde flinched back as you whirled on him. He recognized the look on your face well from years of seeing the same one on his parent’s faces: exasperation.  This was it. He had finally messed up the one relationship he managed to snag. Where did he mess up, though? 

“I wish you had said something before that,” you frowned, still fighting the public embarrassment. 

“What?” the confused man blurted out. 

“T-that spectacle back there! How could you publicly say stuff like that?” 

Rock’s heart dropped. Were you mad? You sounded mad, mad enough not to fall for his devilish charms. Goddess, how could he salvage this? Rock tried the trick he knew best: play dumb and that it was a joke. 

“Haha, oh man! I wasn’t serious about all the blue feather stuff. I mean, unless-” Rock desperately scrambled to salvage the situation with a half-hearted chuckle. 

You sighed, annoyance gone from your face as it creased with worry instead, “That’s not the problem. Do you like fishing?” 

“No- I mean, yes! I-” Rock fumbled for words as his brain absorbed the question. He thought you were focused on the fiasco of him very publicly asking Santa for a proposal from you. This was about the fish? Relieved, Rock babbled out an explanation, “No, I don’t like fishing. They’re slimy and gross and freak me out. I dealt with it because I wanted to spend time with you.” 

“I didn’t know you hated fish and took you to a place like that. I have to replan everything for Starry Night now,” you groaned. Rock watched you closely as you fretted over new plans. He couldn’t understand making plans in advance, but you seemed fond of doing so. Honestly, Rock enjoyed seeing you take the time to plan things with him. It made him feel wanted. 

“So, does this mean you’re going propose to me?” he asked eagerly, breaking your concentration. 

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” you blushed at the blonde’s devious grin. 

Rock’s heart jumped with joy at the implication. You were going to propose to him? When? A sly smile crossed his face as he whispered in your ear, “You know, as long as we’re getting ahead. I liked that Santa. We should bring our kids here.”

[cosmobrain00]

ok pt.1 of the official time travel break it insanity post tht will only be slightly coherent: GO!!

(n bf we start, this is going off of the assumption its a single person traveling back in time, bc it would be a whole other discussion w multiple ppl)

first off, as I said in my tags, I see sm ppl think its going to be a true “solution" when a v fallible character, who usually can only know So Much of their own experience goes back to "fix things", when in reality, most times the potential for it to be way WORSE is like. Right There. ESP when they keep this fun fact to themselves n will Not say anything to anyone for guilt reasons, pride reasons, or bc they simply think its for the “best”, etc, bc we all know the best way to “fix smthing” is to keep it to ourselves n only allow our biased view of smthing to direct our actions, right?

(also side note to this, but its ironic how smtimes trying to avoid things is the best way to literally make it Worse, but I digress)

anyways, maybe this isnt wht ppl were expecting, but I think a rlly under explored element of time travel “fix its”, it the absolute memory fuckery tht could arise due to it. u think a character who’s probs been thru smthing awful enough tht it requires time travel to fix it is going to be at their best? haha no. definitely not. no matter how many notebooks they keep, no matter how many things they try to retain, how r they going to rmber evrything? will they be able to step outside of themselves n see tht harmless butterfly effect tht screwed evrything ovr in the first place? probably not, esp if they go at it alone. n yk, just bc a character has gotten "older" n possibly "more mature", doesn't mean they'd come at this level headed a lot of the time, esp depending on how severe evrything ended up- n also btw, wouldnt it be hard to keep both timelines "straight"? wht has/ hasn't happened yet? stuff like tht

(also ik its a “situation to situation” thing but for now this is simply a general post ok? ok.)

n this, ofc, can lead to two of the biggest elements: paranoia n the fear of being “too late” once again, which. wow. perfect combo to absolutely ruin evrything once again, huh?

paranoia could be abt their own mental state, could be abt the ppl arnd them (even if they r, in fact, doing this all for them), could be even abt the smallest things tht end up snowballing into an actual Thing, n ofc, paranoia tht they r going to fail again n tht they r ultimately running a race against time itself, which is true, but also, best way to fuck evrything ovr again or worse is to pressure urself w a deadline, even if in a way, its unavoidable.

I have a LOT more to say, but, tldr for this section: most characters r ultimately human w limited knowledge, even if they r aware of events from the future, causing them to act on their biases, possibly regress back into bad habits, break their relationships even further due to their fear, paranoia, etc, as well as pressure themselves to “make a move” bf its too late, which ultimately could lead them into fucking things up even further/ sooner n making an even bigger mess of the situation. n I havent even dived into the inaction bit of this, among several other things yet. LMAO

[seawater-aurelia-writing]

Hello 🌺🌻💕

thank you so so much for doing a part 2 to The Break 🙏🌺 and thank you so much for tagging me. I had the widest smile on my face when I woke up to the notice ☺️🥰

so so I had some comments I wanted to make but Tumblr comment section would restrict me because word limit 😭

so hope you dont mind I put them here:

The way I felt the need, the Need, to just push Crowley off a cliff or make him into bird stew was so freaking strong omg I swear

I way I just wanted to hug MC and maybe just kick deuce in the shins a bit I swear to god.

dont get me started on Grim, I was just about ready to make him eat daffodils like Ruggie for a couple weeks too 😠

oh, and Rook! rook! the way he was leading her and then noticing her pain and he slowed down and basically was next to her in case she fell just had me so soft. and I feel like the way he would just talk a bit loudly so she wouldn't nod off and get in trouble again had me so soft too.

the way MC just kept putting herself down, sadly, I know how that feels because, you know the feeling of they only like you because your useful and if youre not then you don belong and man, I was tearing up and the rain outside just fit so right and please, I want to take mc and lock her up and we can have self care time

and the way I just smack m head when kalim turned her away from the cafeteria nooooooo

"I'm not cleaning that just because you're lazy and took a fall! You’re my henchman, not the other way around! Don’t be selfish! ”

oooooo maaaannn the way I saw red when I saw this line you have no idea omg

the way I screamed! screamed when lilia appeared and comforted her omg. I knew I knew he would be one of the ones that would be soft to her and understand her and I am so glad he was.

the way he carried her and talked to her softly but firmly too. and then this line

“But it’s never just one thing, is it?” M/C faintly registered the sound of his shoes upon cobblestone, were they back on campus?  “After this, then there’s another favor that’s asked of you, another assignment, another mess to clean. But – have you had time for yourself, little one?”

tears down my face I tell you tears

and then then

malleus appeared

“Enough. I refuse to listen to you slander yourself in such a way, Child of Man.”

and I was so freaking happy and yes! I know he would care also 😭😭

"Standing before her, in the main room of Ramshackle Dorm, were the Dorm Leaders , Grim and Sam with various expressions across their faces."

the way that I wanted to just freaking imagine their faces and have them realize what some of them and theirs put MC through just hjdhkjfhkjkfd omg I can't wait!

oooo I was surprised to see Sam there too and I wonder what he has to say as well.

I hope they all heard! grrrr in this house we protect MC

thank you for the update and youre hard work. Can't wait to see what you have in store for next time. please take your time as needed.

I hope you and yours have been well? I know you were going through alot and I hope that everyone is well and happy and safe 🙏🌺

Hi Hana! ヾ(•ω•`)o It's been a rough ride but i've been well! Haha, things are easier and better than they were for sure!

I am SO glad to hear how happy you weredkfjngsk I couldn't stop smiling when I saw this come in! Thank yooou!

Hehe, I'm glad you picked up on a lot of the little things I did in this one; Not everyone at NRC would take time to think on things as a whole and are quite selfish... Grim and Crowley are perfect examples of that...but there are some others. (* ￣︿￣)

But we stan the observant and caring - Lillia and Rook were MCs little angels for sure but they aren't done yet...and there's a really good reason for Sam to be there but I won't spoil it~ (￣y▽,￣)╭

But thank you, thank you not just for this super nice message but for your patience with me! It really means a lot that you've enjoyed it and i'll do my best to make the next part just as good, if not better!

[realmermaid333]

Last Sentence Tag War!!

I was tagged by @cosmic-lullaby and. @therulerofallpotatos 

~  But the way his pale-blue button up had a single button undone at the top, giving her a small glimpse of his neck, made her nearly salivate. ~

another impulsive notes section WIP that is a total mess rn and pretty much just a pile of ideas and possible lines haha. 

i’ll tag: @therulerofallpotatos @suchaladyy @wylers-blog @wincestation @cosmic-lullaby @onlyangelxo @badmoodbatflowers @nouklea @nonamemanga @ anyone who wants to do it! 

[grousebrood]

wip wednesday

tagged by @optiwashere, i honestly don't really know anyone else on here but if you're one of the four people who follow me you can consider this a tag!

the first real fic i ever tried writing was far too big of a bite for me to chew, and i wrote about 90% of it and haven't touched it since. at this point i'm not sure i'll ever actually finish it, but it was actually weirdly very instrumental in me learning and understanding some very fundamental things about myself post/mid-transition. so even if it's never done it'll probably always be kind of important to me.

anyway my writing process is very messy and modular so there are very few sections that don't have weird little gaps. so i tried to put together a coherent little thing from it to post — not the explicit smut parts tho, bc i'm still too embarrassed to post here haha.

starring drow paladin of selune and shadowheart mid-Act 2, so vague SPOILERS ACT 2 ahead. important context is also that i wrote this mid-Act 2, so it very well may be a complete mess canonically but whaddya gonna do. starts mid fic.

CW: whipping, blood, hurt but we don't get to the comfort, sadomasochism (?), penis referenced

(sincere and deep apologies if i missed something, i'm new to this so idk all of em, but if something you'd like to avoid is adjacent to the above concepts it's probably better to just skip this!)

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"Go forth and sow doubt, but do not compel it — only the willing may know the Lady’s embrace."

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Still, the horrific, repulsive display festered within Helena. She had tried to push the images from her thoughts but they twisted their way inside. The rending of flesh. The grotesque cruelty of the wretched and inhuman dogma. 

Most of what she felt was a revolted nausea, her weathered soul recoiling at having witnessed the unholy mania. 

However, something flickered deep within her. It drew her close and quickened her heart. 

The mindless rapture. The oblivion. The end to all her aching hope. 

Loss.

Helena was infuriated by the thought. Shar’s embrace was a vile parasite that tormented the weak, and she was not weak. She steadied her mind, slowed her heart. Eyes closed, focusing, she uttered a soft prayer. The words offered a small balm, and her doubts and fears briefly scuttled to parts unknown as thoughts of something not too dissimilar flooded into the cavity the disturbing temptation had left behind. 

Rolling to her side, she gazed at the fading fire, and, beyond it, Shadowheart’s sleeping form. The deep, soft breaths of her slumber soothed Helena as she watched her chest slowly rise and fall. 

Since they’d begun traveling together, Helena and Shadowheart had been poking and prodding one another about their respective, incompatible faiths. And yet despite all this, or maybe even because of it, they had grown closer. They both understood the depths of devotion. What it meant. What it takes from you, what it gives in return. 

But even more, they came to understand each other, sharing things about themselves perhaps no other person had ever heard. Their memories, no matter how filamentous. Their thoughts, their fears. Their doubts. 

As they and the others traveled across [Faerun] together, desperately seeking a way to save all their lives, Helena pieced together the fragments of Shadowheart’s story within her heart and found herself increasingly drawn to the half-elf. After they shared a kiss in the small hours of the morning, just before the goblins had assaulted the Emerald Grove, Helena had even begun to naively wonder about what kind of a future a cleric of Shar and paladin of Selune could share.

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"If you were capable of feeling even an ounce of what I’ve felt, what I’ve been feeling, you wouldn’t be so quick to recite your ignorant drivel. I thought I might come here to offer you some comfort to help you sleep, but you clearly have little intention of letting me be close to you.” Shadowheart got to her feet, turning to leave. 

Even as the words stung her, a delirious thought slipped into Helena’s mind, small at first, then all-consuming. 

What better way to prove her worth to her Moonmaiden, her dedication to her righteous calling than to walk through the darkest corridors of the soul and come out the other side more devoted than ever? Yes, she would allow her blasphemous feelings to flourish — only to lull them into a false sense of security so they could be exterminated with a holy beam of radiant light. 

She would be stripped bare, clean and naked, and then moon’s love would once again envelop her, the proudest daughter of Selune. 

“Show me,” she said quietly.  

Shadowheart, mid-exit, became still. She turned back to look at the drow sitting in the dark, almost invisible if not for her pale white hair.

“Excuse me?” 

“I want you to show me,” Helena said, rising to her feet as anger and panic roiled inside her. “Prove your point. Make me feel Shar’s truth. She’d love it if you were to turn me, no? You’ve said so yourself. Imagine it. The woman who recovered the githyanki artifact, succeeding where all others failed, and on top of that, serving her Lady a new cleric of Loss. She would have no choice but to elevate such a loyal and powerful servant.”

“That’s nonsensical,” Shadowheart said, standing still as Helena came close enough that she could feel the heat of her body in the cold night. Helena reached a hand up to cup the side of Shadowheart’s cheek. The same way she held her the night they kissed. 

“Unless you haven’t really believed anything you’ve said since I met you.” 

Shadowheart’s eyes sparked with darkness as her hand shot up to grab Helena’s wrist and she abruptly pushed forward, catching her off guard and off-balance. Shadowheart’s grip secure on her arm, Helena stumbled backward, lightly tripping over the rocks and roots of the forgotten homestead’s pathways. Carried by the momentum of their bodies, Helena slammed hard into the aged wood of the shack as her breath left her chest. 

The two holy warriors pressed into each other against the wall as Shadowheart held Helena in place, her quarry struggling to suck in air after the impact, incapable of doing anything much at all despite being the stronger woman. 

“How dare you question my commitment to Lady Shar?” Shadowheart said venomously. “After all I’ve been through — all you’ve seen?”

“By your own admission I know nothing of the true worth of your Mistress of the Night,” Helena said, petulant, catching her breath and ignoring the wrenching lurch in her stomach as she felt Shadowheart push against her. “But from what I see it doesn’t seem like you know much more than a few silly phrases and petty excuses, pounded into your head by years of obedient listening. So show me, if you’re so devout.” 

Shadowheart’s anger flared and her grip tightened on Helena. She pondered for a moment, resolve hardening as she, too, tried to ignore a wellspring of warmth that had begun to flow through her body.

“Inside,” she finally hissed. 

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“Fuck you.” 

Helena’s vision blurred as the room warped and spun around her. She again felt Shadowheart’s breath on her ear, though she struggled to listen. The sharp pain from her back extended outward, throbbing, as a hot pressure began to build in her body. The chair, already uncomfortable, seemed to become even smaller as she buckled over in agony, feeling something begin to press against her abdomen. Was that… Was she…?

Was she getting hard? 

Another lash of the whip. Helena jerked in pain and fell to the side, crashing to the floor, tears and spit dripping from her face as she concentrated on regaining some composure. 

Shadowheart crouched in front of Helena, using the whip’s grip first to lift the blindfold and then to tilt her chin upward, forcing her to focus on her tormentor’s face. The face of a woman she had thought she might love, whose unexpected softness had sustained Helena even as she thought her trials might break her.

Now, however, it seemed cruel and hard, Shadowheart’s preternatural derision directed entirely on her and her pathetic, drooling failure to understand the Sharran’s faith. Even still, as the pain continued to throb within her, so did her building animal lust, lust that made her feel all the more ashamed. Not only had she failed to prove herself, but she was hopelessly enthralled to this woman, desperate for more and yet physically unable to withstand it. 

“Shall I stop?” 

The flame was a fading ember. She stared into Shadowheart’s eyes, hoping to see a flicker of concern that showed that the cleric still cared for her. Helena saw none, and the hope died — but seemingly with it so too did her need to either please her companion or preserve herself. Spite boiled in her throat. 

No. 

She would not fail. 

She could not let the smug Sharran win. Helena spat. 

“Keep going.”

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and there ya have it

[signalhill-if]

I just finished playing the new leads and they're so good! Just wanted to share some of my favorite bits as well as a couple (non game-breaking) bugs I found in case that's useful to you.

Fave bits:

KC's interactions with Mercy were hilarious and the fight was really well-constructed! (I died my first time, lmao).

Also love that KC can give the MC a nickname (and that it seems like it's connected to their skills? That was a very nice detail).

KC is quickly becoming a favorite and I really enjoy learning about her history, and how her past connects with the other characters.

Won't say too much to avoid spoilers, but the implications of what Ozzy was doing when he got captured are SUPER intriguing.

Reese reminds me so much of genderqueer butches I know irl who work as bouncers! His character feels very true-to-life, and a queer archetype you don't really see much in fiction, so that's just super refreshing.

Bugs:

"(If cowboy hat) At least your getup is appropriate, Tex." The (if cowboy hat) shouldn't show up

Error message for unclosed html tags around: "Try one more time. You can hit the sniper. You just need one more shot." and "KC's hurt. You've gotta take out that guard before he attacks her." During one fight branch.

And that's it! Anyway hope you are having a great weekend! Thanks for sharing your game with us :^)

Thank you so much, Arlo!! I'm so glad you liked it!!! (And I'm especially glad you liked Reese haha) 💚💚💚

That skill-based nickname section was a bitch to code (and it looks like I messed it up a lil, whoops) because, behind the scenes, I had to make a whole new widget to test for your highest skill and it was a lot haha. I'm glad you agree it was worth it! There are several skill based ones, and also ones based on notable clothing items lile the cowboy hat.

Aaaaand thank you for yhe report! I'll get those asap!

[anangelcalledinquisitor]

Hello! Your super secret santa here! Was looking through some of your tags to decide what to draw for you and wanted to ask some questions if that's okay ❤️

1.) For galaxies, do you have a ref of their full bodies and what the base might look like for Y/N? And perhaps what Y/N in the story might look like? I'm very interested in it as a subnautica fan myself haha!

2.) For eventide, are there any particular outfits you have for them that you prefer them in? And what kind of jobs they might handle? I don't know much about them but I would love to hear what info you do have to offer!

(Gosh I really hope this goes through as anon)

These are excellent questions! (I'm practically BUZZING with excitement already, omg)

Galaxies: Okay, so I do have a full-body one for Sun, and I'm going to post it here because at this point I don't know when the coloring book is getting released to everyone? Or if it already did? Anyway, so here's that, I've been a bit of a mess since May so I haven't even gotten around to finishing coloring this piece (it's my own coloring page, I recognize the irony). So, Fish-Sun in flats (with Sea Monkey babies):

(I absolutely love Subnautica and Below Zero!!!!)

Now, Moon didn't get finished because a lot of really awful things happened all at once at the end of May and beginning of June, I got repeatedly sick, and so I didn't get around to finishing Moon's coloring page yet. It'll be done eventually, but for now, I'll show you what I did do.

(it actually breaks my heart a little, because I had so many plans for this one, aaaahhhhhhh) So Moon's form in general is pretty similar to Sun's design (long, almost eel-like). He was supposed to have more spines that you can kinda see in the original sketch of Moon in the ref pic, and his design was going to be very inspired by a lionfish, spines down the back and at the "hips".

The end of his tail was actually inspired by an axolotl, I just really liked drawing the little fin on my original sketch (which is long gone) and was like "Yeah, don't care that it looks odd, he's an alien". I do have plans to add more sub-sections of the story later (piratespiratespiratespirates) and I'll probably have to design baby Sun and Moon eventually, but I imagine both will be similar to axolotls, since they're supposed to be related species.

Eventide: Actually yes, I did draw up a buncha outfits! I couldn't tell what was too many refs and what would be wanted, so I cut a bunch of doodles of Eventide that I've got.

So, Eventide is a child unit built by my YN with Sun and Moon's help. She starts as a small child (5-6 years old) and "grows up" (through physical upgrades and hardware updates as her AI learns and grows) with her mum, two dads, and two human sisters. Story-wise, I have the plot for her to get up to about 15-16 (not because she dies, just because I haven't planned beyond that), and she wants to do all sorts of things. Legally, she is the property of YN and not Fazzbear Entertainment, and I'm not sure how to address the whole "can she legally have a job?" thing because I also don't know how to address the whole "Robots are people too, but how do I give them rights", so mostly it's the typical teenage/child level of "I want to be a ballerina and a doctor and a scientist and also I want to do what Mom does (officially, a handler for Sun and Moon and considered an expert in certain kinds of AI and human interactions that go into having a complicated family situation (two robot partners, two human children, one robot child)) and also she wants to do what Sun and Moon do (they will eventually be "retired", this is an agreement YN has with Fazzbear after a disastrous situation at another location, and they will be released permanently into YN's care at that point, but again, that's further down the line). At this time, her "job", as YN states (eventually, when I get there in the story), is to "be a kid and find out what all that means". (As for what she will probably do, I'm leaning towards a baker/barista, a marine biologist, or an artist of some sort.)

[sovonight]

I'm sure you get a million asks like this about your ocs but I gave Baldurs Gate a shot after seeing your posts and man I love Xan so much. hes so pathetic and soppy and sad I say this in the most loving of ways hes so funny. my poor little meow meow of an elf. thank u for exposing me to him. as an aside tho I'm really curious; what class is Radri, and who else did you have as companions? :-0

yesss you get it! he's so pathetic (affectionate)

radri's a swashbuckler--and the swashbuckler page in the wiki begins with reasons not to play swashbuckler lol--but it’s cool and it’s been her class for so long that i couldn’t imagine changing it, for better or worse. it's like the same reason xan stays an enchanter in my games even though you can mod him out of it--i know people hate enchanter for the lack of evocation spells, but it would feel dishonest to change something so fundamental to him

in bg1 my companions were:

imoen: she’s the only family radri has left from candlekeep, she had to come along. also in bg1 i put so much focus on lockpicking for radri that she could barely disarm traps at all--so i had imoen put all her points into disarming traps to make up for it. i'd have them go around and tag team all the trapped and locked chests together… not very practical from a gameplay standpoint, but touching for me haha

jaheira and khalid: radri listened to gorion’s last advice for her, and wouldn't have thought for a moment of trading these two out for anyone else. also, i love how the npc mod adds a cautionary conversation between khalid and xan, and all the guidance conversations from jaheira. i just think they’re sorely needed in the party dynamic

xan: i think part of radri fell for xan the moment he said "shall we face the impossible together?" xan's also probably the first elf she's met--or at least spent a significant amount of time with--so there's that element of reconnecting with what should be her culture. she does get a little insecure about her lack of elven identity though; xan’s kind of oblivious to how his eagerness to share his culture with her makes it feel like their shared race is the only reason radri stands out to him, even though that isn't true

branwen (temp): picked up as a convenient 6th member after xan was recruited. i think every single companion liked her, but--

viconia: radri took one look at her, subconsciously went “she’s just like me,” and took her in. radri's at her most trusting and hopeful when it comes to viconia; she'll excuse viconia's antagonistic behavior no matter what by saying viconia will grow accustomed to surface culture soon, though in the meantime everyone else quietly misses branwen. i’ve gotta say though, it’s easier to justify viconia in bg1 than it is in bg2

in bg2, i still have jaheira and viconia, am unfortunately still taking minsc from the intro section (i don’t really like him, he’s just too loud for me), and previously had keldorn but recently had to switch him out for anomen. then there’s xan, of course, though i hate that he starts out with dart proficiency. like, darts can't even go into ammo slots so i have to sacrifice inventory slots every time i try to stock him up with darts--and when he inevitably runs out of darts, 3x faster than anyone else with bullets or arrows, i have to manually put more darts into his hand bc again they don’t go into ammo slots

then when he runs out of darts completely (which is almost all the time) i have to have him stand off to the side and micromanage him in order to make sure he remains disengaged from melee combat in-between casting spells (because of course he’ll try to walk in with the moonblade). sometimes when a fight's tough and i already have to micromanage everyone else and he’s already died 3 times bc he insists on walking forward i just move him into the other room while the fight goes on. i know i could probably mess with the ai to get him to stop doing this, but as annoying as it is i do think it’s kind of in character at the same time--in bg1 there’s an exchange where he absentmindedly starts to say "there's no better death than dying for the one i l--". which, on one hand, deathly romantic, but on the other hand sir take a time out and think on how you're going to learn to use bullets after this bc at least that way you'll share ammo with half the party

yknow, in bg1, his default ranged proficiency is in slings. i don't see why the author wanted to retcon him into using darts to the point of even making him mention it in an anecdote. is it a hotness thing? are darts are hotter than slings? was it like "i'm sure the player would rather hear that xan threw a dart at an enemy than hear that he slung a bullet"?