#to be real though im not sure if i want to actually respond to it. like its funny

[tricksteroftheheart]

I GOT MY FIRST ANON HATE ON TUMBLR YAYYYYY /silly? not neg?

[speakercrab]

turns out the goodsmile phoenix i put blood sweat and tears into finding (also quite a lot of money) probably isnt going to be the real plush and ill have to refund him. misery.

[naomis-daydream]

her favorite place // paige bueckers

summary: paige goes live as she gets her hair done from her favourite person sat in her favourite place.

warnings: none!

a/n: not my best work but I wanna start writing for her and this is the first time in months i’ve flowed while writing so!

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the image looked suggestive, or at the very least, questionable to viewers.

as hundreds joined the huskie’s live, they couldn’t help but notice the comfortable position their favorite player had between a pair of parted thighs.

uconnfan what did i click awn…

user3 facing the wrong way tbh

user8 who is that behind her??!

she smirks slightly as her eyes dart over the flood of comments.

“where am i?” she reads, “my favorite place,” she says, scrunching her nose as she smiles.

she knows what she’s doing, you think from behind her, rolling your eyes at her antics.

as if she could hear your thoughts, she stops taunting her growing audience.

“y’all chillll, i’m just getting my hair done. my favorite spot, aka the hair chair, getting my braids. come on now,” she assures, turning the camera at an angle to show you, eyebrows furrowed as you focused on a braid.

she nudges you with her shoulder, nodding at the camera. “hey live,” you say gently, poking your head out from behind paige with a soft smile. in the bottom corner that the blonde was still visible, her lips curled into a small grin as she watched you speak.

“today we’re switching it up a little bit from her normal two braids. we’re doing three on each side pulled into a slick back.”

paige nodded along as she put herself back into frame. “yup,” she popped her lips, “she’s getting me right.”

a low “mm-hm,” left your lips before you spoke again. “yeah, i gotta treat her right after them cruise braids. poor girl was traumatized.”

she whipped her head around at your comment, truinng to look up at you. “hey, i thought we left that in the past, i got set up.”

you giggle as you take one hand to push her jaw forward. “stop moving. then your hair really is gonna be messed up.”

you hear the smack of her teeth as she refocuses on the live, shaking her head slightly.

as you continued, she spoke with viewers about the upcoming season, plans for summer holiday, and traveling, occasionally reading comments aloud to you.

“‘can y/n do my hair next?’ uhhh no, she’s booked. got her for the whole summer actually. right?” she pans the camera to you.

“sorry guys, p comes first,” you say with a feigned frown.

she turns the phone back, shrugging her shoulder. “i could get kayla for you if you want though, for sure.”

you apply oil to the parts in the braided section then smooth you hand along the middle section. “okay, im done with the braids. can you get the brush and gel so i can do the bun?”

“but i’m on live,” she replies, looking at the screen.

you stop, looking at the back of her head silently. really?

paige slowly turns around, meeting your incredulous expression.

“yes ma’am.”

“thank you,” you smile as she gets up, propping her phone up on the glass table in front of you both.

as she turns the corner to the bathroom you lean forward, reading some of the comments flooding in.

wbbluver period suh!! you tell her

huskie4l “yes ma’am” ohh it’s like that💀💀

ice.bradyy made blondie get up real quick

you laughed at a few, responding as you read. “yeah, because I don’t know who she thought she was talking to.”

said blonde walks back into the living area, gel and brush in hand “what’re you in here giggling about?”

“nothin’” you shake your head, leaning back to give her space back between your legs. “just chattin’ with the people.”

she sits down, folding her legs criss crossed as she passes you the products. “what are you guys saying about me in here, huh?” she asks as you push her head playfully.

“oh hush, we weren’t talking about you.”

she hums quietly as you begin brushing her hair back, smoothing over any fly aways or unarmed tangles before grabbing a scrunchie and tying her locks back. you pull her hair through twice before pulling it halfway through the third time and wrapping the excess hair around the bun.

you place your hands on her shoulders, sighing softly, “okay, you’re all done.”

her eyes light up as she sits up straight, “perfect! ayeee, lemme see.” she looks in the camera, licking her lips before they pull into a smile.

oh lord now she’s feeling herself.

“okayyy, my girl got me right! braids by y/n get at her,” she exclaims before correcting herself, “but like i said, i got first priority, you know this.”

you laugh at her softly, gathering the supplies to take em back to the bathroom before a hand stops you.

“wait you can’t leave without saying bye to the live,” she says, wrapping her free arm around your shoulder.

you smile, waving again, “bye liveee,” you blow a kiss, leading to paige blowing one of her own followed by a wink.

“talk to yall later, peace!”

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[mins-fins]

119

&&. unfortunately you aren't as slick as you thought you were.

pairing: lee jeno x gn!reader

genre: fluffity fluff fluff fluff

warnings: sexual jokes, thats it 😚

word count: 1.2k

notes: jj spread the jeno bias disease i literally cant believe this 😭😭 hes so���…….im abt to draft another long jeno fic + an smau + another stupid drabble and all of that fun stuff!! dont get it twisted jisung is still my ult though 😒 no ones ever replacing him, anyway this came from a prompt someone sent me, smth about "kissing someone on a ferris wheel" which i just LOVEEEED hello??? okay ik none of you care abt my words, love jeno, love nct dream, pray i get park jisung pcs 😇 good night now <33

you are going to murder na jaemin.

the moment you get off this ferris wheel your throwing up your guts all over his shirt, or punching him in his face, or strangling him to death, whatever. the moment you step off this ride you're making sure he doesn't open his eyes to see the rest of his fellow human beings ever again.

maybe if you were less awkward you'd actually be thanking him, but you take one side glance at the boy beside you and want to smash your head against the glass.

jeno doesn't notice your side glance (and thank goodness he doesn't because you probably would've died if he took so much as a glance at you), he's much too busy glancing at the view from the height your at. you assume that jeno likes ferris wheels, he probably likes them more than you do.

"are you alright?"

you mentally prepare yourself for the voice crack you know might escape your lips. just talk to him like a normal human being, y/n, yeah you're into him and shit but that doesn't mean you can be a weirdo.

"yeah" you finally respond, thank goodness the voice cracks don't come out. "just feeling a little nauseous".

jeno raises an eyebrow. "scared of heights?"

you only manage a curt nod, a nod that makes jeno scoot closer to you, his lips stretching into a smile. "it's alright, i'll protect you".

fuck you lee jeno, fuck you, fuck you, fuck yo—

your somehow able to chuckle, amused by his words. "it's not like i'm dying or anything".

jeno frowns. "so you don't want my protection?"

you pretend to think about it, pressing your lips together as your eyebrows furrow, avoiding eye contact with jeno at all costs. if you look at him, your going to fall and never get up. "i wouldn't be entirely against it".

jeno's shoulder nudges yours, nothing but a small touch that drives you crazy. you wonder if the mini breakdown your having is noticeable, if maybe, he's doing it on purpose, making your heart race to get a kick out of it.

but when you think about it further, it makes you giggle, because this is lee jeno, you could get down on one knee and propose to him yet he'd still be confused by how you feel for him.

if lee jeno knew how you felt for him really, you probably wouldn't have resisted the urge to make out with him on this fucking ride or already.

that was a strange thought, a stupid one even, but it's one manifested from your deepest desires.

when you think about it, though, you wouldn't exactly mind it.

"that's good" jeno snickers at you, eyes examining your face as if it's an interesting exhibit at an art museum. "you need me".

you feign a sigh of irritation. "of course, what would i do without you?"

"you'd die, clearly" jeno replies, tilting his head and reaching over to lace your fingers with his. the cold rings on his fingers feel like glass shards against your fingers, but his soft hands contrast his stabbing rings. "isn't this sort of romantic?"

you choke on your spit.

"romantic? roma— hah! what are you talking about? what is romantic about this?"

soooo natural, y/n.

jeno simply shrugs, suddenly very interested in the view of the carnival from the ferris wheel. "were on a ferris wheel together, stars before us, just the two of us, this would be like.. the perfect date".

you blink, the words making you pause and your head spin. is he serious? is he really serious?

"is this your way of asking me out?"

you manage to ask that without sounding like a pathetic idiot who wanted to hear those exact words, and your response gets the same reaction out of jeno, flushed cheeks with an awkward chuckle accompanying the sight. you would've thought you were a genius if you weren't as flustered as he was.

jeno is speechless, and he fumbles through his speech like someone's holding him at gunpoint or something. "i— no! no! ..maybe? kinda?"

you pause, all your former confidence suddenly withering away, the blood rushing to your cheeks in full force. you laugh, taking his words as a joke, but jeno keeps silent, and so do you.

"are you serious?"

jeno can't speak, so he just nods wordlessly.

you blink, glancing from side to side, this ferris wheel won't be on the ground soon, but at least this makes it a little more bearable. "did you just confess your feelings for me like that?"

"well to be fair—"

"i was supposed to do it first!" you yell in another fit of feigned irritation, your cheeks a color reminiscent of jeno's cherry red shirt. "that's not fair! you beat me to it!"

"well how was i supposed to know you liked me back?"

you scoff, and jeno goes silent again, embarrassed by the question he just asked.

"you're such an idiot lee jeno.."

"can i kiss you?"

the question is a blurt of pure desperation, pure honesty from the deepest corners of jeno's mind, an inquiry he's been dying to ask you ever since he found himself interested in staring at your lips.

you hope you don't faint from the scorching heat radiating off your face.

"it's romantic" he laughs, his best excuse for that random inquiry. "i've always wanted to kiss someone in a ferris wheel, unless you don't want to then—"

you (in the most cliche turn of events) cut jeno off with a kiss. though you'd love to keep your fingers intertwined, you let go of his hand to find purchase on his shoulder, then tug him closer to you with a light jerk. a small squeak emits from him, but he quickly relaxes into the kiss, giggling at your enthusiasm.

though he giggles, he isn't much better off. it's nothing but a small press of the lips, it's not intense or anything, but jeno feels his heart soar. hie face heats to overwhelming heights, and he loops his arm around your waist, pressing you against him, as if the idea of not feeling every part of you would be maddening.

you both are just as desperate as each other, there's no push, just pull. it's a playful competition, your waiting for the other to pull away, stop the kiss because they need breath, it's stubborn in an idiotic way.

but jeno loses your little battle, because he pulls away for air, as red as the sunset in the early morning.

and though you laugh at the sight, you aren't much better off yourself (if the heat continuing to permeate from your face is enough).

"was that romantic enough for you?"

even with how breathless he is, jeno still manages a stupid question.

he squeals when you land a slap on his shoulder.

and while you thought you two were slick about it, considering you were like five feet in the air with nobody to see you, your equally red faces and intertwined hands were enough to get feigned vomits from your friends.

jaemin snickers as he looks between you two, and you glare as you see him open his mouth.

"so what happened up there?"

"clearly they got it on".

upon hearing the words, you let go of jeno's hand to yell and chase after lee donghyuck, who squeals and sprints away, shouting for renjun to help him.

jaemin just sends jeno a knowing look, a look that the older pretends he isn't bothered by.

for once, one of his ploys finally worked.

[hannieehaee]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSYgDcHDA/

Hellooo,I was wondering what do you think SVTs response would be to this question from their S/O😅

Like who in your opinion would say that boobs are perfectly fine and who would dare to ask why they are small😂

reacting to why your boobs are small(?)

content: boobs, established relationship, teasing, banter, etc.

wc: 554

a/n: i had no idea how to title this reaction lol but here's the tiktok in case anyone wants context (but im pretty sure its deleted now 😭)

masterlist

seungcheol -

confused and lowkey annoyed bc one side of him just doesnt get what you're saying and the other doesn't understand how your size could possibly be used as some sort of critique when he's spent countless nights enjoying them. also maybe a little bothered by the implication that someone may have asked about your boobs.

jeonghan -

you can never catch him off guard. he'd start by shrugging just to get a reaction out of you and proceed to compliment them bc being real .. he's a huge fan of your boobs.

joshua -

immediately clocks it as a tiktok thing and pretends he doesnt know what you mean just to bug you. will say something like 'yeah, they're pretty small, did you never notice before?' only to get smacked at by you. will laugh and apologize, telling you that ofc he doesn't care about the size! he's a man, he just likes your boobs!!

jun -

as the biggest connoisseur of your boobs, he's very well aware of their size and shape. any question as to their size would be met with a curious tilt of his head and maybe even a side eye.

soonyoung -

incredibly confused. would need a step to step explanation as to what you mean like what do you mean?? theyre perfectly sized. would even inadvertently lift up his hands and make a cupping motion to show you how perfectly sized they are only to be stopped by u bc ur in public!!

wonwoo -

a little afraid he might give you the wrong answer so he stays quiet as he thinks about it. ends up deciding on a 'theyre pretty,' to express his opinion on the matter.

jihoon -

also super confused. thinks this is some sort of bf test so he kinda doesnt wanna entertain it bc thats kind of silly ... but he also really likes ur boobs and missed no chance to compliment them (even though he gets red as fuck when he does).

seokmin -

pouts and almost whines at you bc what do you mean??? small??? theyre perfectly sized for him!! he'd react like this to any sort of criticism you had of yourself but your boobs were just a personal subject for him like who and why and when and what do you mean??

mingyu -

he'd literally show you with his own two hands how theyre the perfect handful and roll his eyes at any implication they're not perfectly sized. he takes this kind of stuff very seriously!!

minghao -

rolls his eyes lightheartedly bc he thinks you're being silly. but still, he entertains you and even goes on a long rant about your body being perfect bc its yours.

seungkwan -

huffs, knowing its some sort of trick question, whining at you to stop trying to catch him off guard for tiktok. it'll just turn into a whining competition between the two of you lol.

vernon -

doesn't really understand the question but just assumes its a girl thing and responds accordingly. tells you he has no complaints and is actually quite a big fan of them as they are.

chan -

very confused. literally disregards the question because he just doesnt understand. wont catch on to the joke, but his eyes will keep trailing between you and your boobs bc what do you mean why are they small? they're small? why?

[solardriftx]

Damon and Diana, Snake and Chameleon

in the context of chapter 1 i wanted to expand on some of the animal symbolism, particularly damon's symbol of a snake and diana's of a chameleon. buckle up yall!

while the biblical snake symbolism is obvious, i think lots of meaning can be derived from real world knowledge--in particular, the familiar image of a snake shedding its skin. snakes enter periods of heightened aggression when molting due to the sensitivity of their new skin, and i think this will be reflected by damon becoming much worse in the name of defending himself before he changes for the better. his initial distrustful mindset was proven right, the second he even *began* to trust someone it blew up in his face. while he was crying for a moment in the face of eva's death, this sorrow was quickly overrun by frustration and anger, particularly at diana's words.

additionally, while i'm not sure if exact genus/species of certain animals were intended or will become important to interpretation, i'd like to draw a connection between damon's snake symbol and a certain genus. from the green color and his american origins, i think he can be connected to opheodrys, a common genus of green snake from north america coming in two species of rough or smooth variety. these snakes are not commonly kept as pets due to their standoffish and defensive nature around humans, making them prone to biting. despite this, they're non-venomous and generally harmless. damon makes it clear when confronted that he does not intend to harm anyone. in fact, his monologues show he thinks much more about how he would respond if someone were to attack *him* instead, noting the physical advantage some of his classmates have (rough/smooth green snakes are very small). we can even tie these traits of non-venom back to the prologue trial, where he appeared very hostile despite genuinely thinking he was helping. and of course, a connection can also be made to damon's general personality of being outwardly cold when deep down he's just... a guy who gets easily embarrassed.

now onto diana! first off i was surprised she actually mentioned her animal and how it relates to her, i thought the motifs were going to be more of an unspoken thing. makes me wonder if any other characters will mention their animals. anyway, fun fact! chameleons don't change color to camouflage, they do it for thermoregulation and social signaling. for diana, i'm more concerned with social signaling, as chameleons can change into very bold displays of colors to communicate dominance, as paralleled by diana's bold display at the end of the first trial with the intention of rallying the others behind her. this could be a stretch, but diana's darker/bold color pallet could be a reference to the potential spectrum of colors that a chameleon would display under stress.

i find it funny though, that while diana says that she will adapt like a chameleon, keeping chameleons in captivity is notoriously hard due to their highly specific environmental requirements- be it temperature, humidity, or lighting, they're easy to accidentally kill. diana may claim with a brave face that she has the strength to fight this killing game no matter the struggle, yet someone with the stress sensitivity of a chameleon in a situation like this is doomed to buckle.

anyway...can you tell they're my two favorite characters. antag diana im so ready for you if you're real

[ohdeerfully]

Headcanons! Alastor with a plush demon reader :3 like readers sinner form is a plush! Because I love height differences and it sounds real cute

-🃏🐱

hi 🃏🐱!! i wrote this more platonically, so it could be read either way, but i might write a more romantic flavored one too :3! sorry its rather short, i hope you enjoy it anyway!

edit: after rereading the request i realized u asked for headcanons but i wrote a whole oneshot im </3 *knocks on my head and it sounds hollow*

Alastor x Plushie!Reader

PLATONIC fluff TW: none! readers kind of a weirdo by accident

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It was no surprise that you became popular in hell very quickly after manifesting. You were often stopped in the streets by people wanting to squish your soft skin, and some people wanting selfies.

I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love with a living stuffed animal? You were very likely the first of the kind.

There was one demon, however, that seemed immune to the charm. No matter how many times you stood on his lap, your giant squishy paws pressed onto his chest, looking at him with your shiny button eyes… he just would not yield. And it frustrated you to no end.

So, you had made it your life—or, death—goal to get him to squish your plushy skin. Even if you had to force him to.

It started with you merely sitting next to him at every opportunity, swinging your legs against the cushion of the couch. Your legs barely reached over the edge; you were quite short. Sitting next to Alastor felt like sitting next to a skyscraper. 

You would lay down, sit up again, roll onto your back, over and over again, trying to get his attention on you. He wouldn’t ignore you, per say, as he would respond to your conversations politely, albeit a bit condescending in his typical manner; but, his hands never left the comfort of being folded neatly in his lap.

It got to the point where you were practically laying yourself on top of him, getting desperate now. But, every time, he would simply grab you under the arms and easily set you a foot or so away from him. He would give you a quick pat on the head, but you wanted more than that. Every pat on the head felt like a cruel reminder that he wanted nothing to do with you.

Your frustration has even caused you to get upset with Niffty a few times. While on one hand it was awesome to know another demon that was of similar height, on the other hand it pissed you off at how easily she seemed to grab his attention. Though, she was also just overall more insane—it’d be hard for anybody to ignore her.

You had to admit, though, that the lack of his attention only made your intrigue in him grow exponentially. In a Hell where you were stopped on every corner of the road, in every store, Alastor stood out to you. How come, of all the demons out there, even some of the cruelest in the Pride Ring, the one demon you were actually interested in… could care less about you? Sure, the only reason you were interested in him was because of this very fact, but still! Why?

You had gotten fed up. Alastor was in the midst of, again, picking you up off of himself, when he paused holding you midair at the look of fury on your face. You saw his grin widen in a sinister manner, and his eyebrows quirk quizzically. 

“What a huge expression for a face so little,” He laughed shortly. You hated the way his laughter crackled with radio static, and how it practically mocked you.

“You. Are such. A jerk!” You cried, swinging your legs in an attempt to kick his chest. You missed by a longshot, as he held you out as far as his arms could stretch. He only continued to watch you, amused.

“Just pet me!” You cried. You immediately halted after saying that, arms frozen mid-flail. You realized instantly how weird that was to say, especially to Alastor. And he knew, too, evident in the way his eyes narrowed at you and he rushed to place you down on the floor. You struggled to maintain eye contact when he stood back up, his height being the actual physical manifestation of impending doom. His hands brushed down the sides of his coat.

“I believe it makes sense for you to be a stuffed animal,” He said matter-of-factly. “Because of how utterly childish you are.”

You couldn’t help but stomp your foot at his statement; and his grin stretched at being proved right. But, like, come on! Yeah, what you said was kind of weird as fuck, but you weren’t in the wrong or anything! It’s only natural.

His gaze shifted up and ahead of himself, and your shoulders slumped in defeat. Another failed attempt.

That was, until you felt a clawed finger touch against your head and briefly scratch at your velvety skin, right behind your ear. You looked up, shocked, towards Alastor’s unreadable expression. The touch was very brief, and he stood and walked away without another word, leaving you standing there awestruck.

You shook yourself and bounced after him, trying to call his attention again but he ignored you. You opted to just follow him around for a bit, at least until he made it obvious you should leave him alone. He had his hands folded behind his back, a tune humming in his mouth as he walked down the halls. Alastor would never admit it to you, but he did find you rather cute, in a similarly chaotic way to Niffty. You weren’t quite as unhinged, but you had an entertaining amount of spunk and confidence, which he found sort of funny—so much personality squished into one tiny body. You sort of reminded him of a stuffed animal he had when he was a boy.

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AND LOVE. IM STILL FEELING TENDER

scout: it’s a fact when he says it. grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brotha? he loves you. there’s no room for questioning it. he’s got your back for the rest of his life. he will always want to be around you if he’s not running around. you get his absolute worst jokes. the shit that is genuinely so unfunny. and you get to watch him laugh at it. puts his hand in your pockets. gives you a strange look when you’re alone. relaxed, yet full of thoughts. thoughts neither of you are actually sure if he’s having. unyielding eye contact. he’s observing you. watching what you do. taking you in and processing you. then he looks away and presses closer. he’s your guy for as long as you want him.

soldier: he always waits to give approval after he’s done kicking your ass for something. same thing goes with his love. you’re gonna get chewed the fuck out for something that seems so insignificant and then he’ll add “i love you though” as the bookend. leaves you shocked. good hugs. respects your physical boundaries a little more. takes the time to ask. kinda roughly side hugs you while he brags about you. even on his worst days, when everyone got their asses handed to them. if you did your best today that’s worth celebrating to him.

pyro: hugs. gifts. more hugs. cards. another gift but this time the bag is different. another card but this time absolutely doused in glitter. hand holding as you have a staring contest with the gas mask. nobody says anything. muffled laughter as you finally look away in confusion and they scurry off. stuffed animals officially banished from the bed. that’s your spot now. they will genuinely tweak the fuck out (in a good way) if you actually accept the spot on the bed. they can’t even sleep there anymore. they’re freaking out. can’t even process occupying the same space as you. they’re just so happy you’re comfortable with them. they’ll end up refusing to get in the bed altogether so you can stay there. they’re happy on the floor, even. just don’t move from there.

demo: loud, drunk, messy proclamations. yells it to whoever is in the room and has ears. he says he loves you pretty quickly. he makes his mind up like that. makes time for you more than he would ever consider you wanting from him. he will be a little upset if you ask him to back off. even if you’re really nice when you ask. he just wants to touch and hold you. and he’ll drunkenly tell you that. floored when you enter a room. takes a second to compose himself. a much more tactful man sober. and much better at courting. still will say he loves you on the second date, but in a better way than blurting it out.

engineer: he isn’t one to say “i love you”. hell, he hardly tells the people around him he likes them. you’re either good with engie or you don’t know the man. but when he’s feeling tender, he’ll lean in when you speak. put an arm around your waist. he’ll speak quietly so you have to lean in, and if you get close enough he gets flustered. his hands get real twitchy. they’ll brush against yours once, twice, four, six times in a sitting, and he won’t say anything about it. he might apologize, even, after the third time. but he is really, really hoping you grab his hand. offers you the seat next to his. offers you beer. asks if you need anything. can he get you anything? is there something he can grab for you? are you sure? it’s no issue he can just go grab you something— it goes on until he’s calm enough to return to your side.

heavy: once you’ve shown heavy you don’t need someone taking care of you all of a sudden that’s all he wants to do. make you meals, get you up for the day, get you to bed at a decent time. and if you argue or complain, he will respond with this is what he does. he sees where you lack and picks up there. he asks about whether you’ve been keeping up with your hobbies. working towards your goals. he asks what’s stopping you. asks whether you’re still feeling that ache under your left shoulder blade. asks if he could work on it for you. his cheeks are just slightly pink if you’re in the room. he will take personal offense if you really don’t like how he keeps up with you. but he will try to change nonetheless. for you. he will laugh at your jokes so loudly. even when they’re not funny. will rest his head on top of yours. likes the smell of your shampoo. crushing hugs. you will never be cold again. ever. takes years before you meet his family.

medic: he’s so vocal about it. it’s almost sickening how many times he’ll just say it when you’re in the room. “oooo, i like you!” “have i told you how much i like you?” and he will continue like that (unless you tell him you hate him, and frankly, even if you did say you hate him that will only make him more interested in what you have going on because he’s psychotic, a literal nutcase. he will wear you down in any way imaginable momentarily stopping short of actually torturing you into stockholm syndrome, but maybe don’t see how far he’s willing to take it to get you if he decides he wants you) until he is swept up in the heat of a moment. and frankly, with the doctor, any moment can become a heated moment, and he’s gonna plant a big fat wet, probably bloody kiss on you. it will be messy. it will be frantic. he will be handsy. and then he will pull away. that’s like your one chance to be like “no thanks” with no negative consequences. otherwise he will walk off, with the widest smile on his face. very pleased with himself. if you approach him after that his smile is predatory. he is absolutely praying you’ve come back for more. kindly turning him down at this point might actually shatter his ego. but he will not show it. though he may never go out of his way to speak to you again.

snipes: you are with him now. you don’t leave his sights. ever. even when you think you are not in his sights you actually still are. he’s about 200 feet due west, watching you enjoy your day. everyone would feel less weird about this if you invited him with you everywhere forever. he will want to follow you like a dog. he’d follow you into the depths of hell. he’d follow you into open gunfire. he’d follow you to the bottom of the ocean with an inflatable vest to float you both to the top. he’d do your taxes if you asked him. wouldn’t be easy, but he’d do it if you asked him to. always playing with your fingers, or in your hair when you’re alone. but really, he just stares at you. he can’t help it. well, he doesn’t make an active attempt to help it either. if you catch him though, on the days he’s “letting you do your own thing”, staring at you through his scope, give him a wave. you will stop him dead he will die. he’ll let you take the bed in the van if you ask for it. still won’t let you wear his hat. but if he happened to catch you sneaking it on he would not complain at all. gets so flustered and blushes so easily.

spy: if spy actually loves you, like loves you to the point that he’s dedicated to you and wants to be with you and trusts you, he’s laying it on thick. you’ve got like three scheduled dates with him in the week alone. granted one of those dates is actually a job… and you won’t see him much because he’ll be working. but he wants you there as a getaway driver. and if you both do well, the heightened energy from him is addicting. he’s screeching laughter; and a little heavy on the handling; filling you in on what you missed inside; making grand statements about the team you two make. then he takes you to dinner. he really does his best to make every day feel like a fairytale… or a great action movie with a strong romantic subplot. it’s so hard for him to find people he could actually see being in his life forever, it takes a lot of effort to overcome his walls. a gentle biter. just likes feeling you squirm because of him. he is never dull, and life is never boring with him.

[goodomensjail]

HUGE SPOILER: SCENE 1 SEQUENCE TO THE BEST OF MY 2 FREE DRINKS IN MEMORY:

We open in a dark space before creation. There is a pre-fall “Crowley” with white robes, white wings, and short curly red hair (no snake eyes). He is struggling to hold his plans straight so he shouts to the void for some help from what appears to be a falling star, which then takes shape into an equally white robed and winged Aziraphale.

Angel Crowley asks for this (apparently lesser) angel to help him create a nebula by holding his plans for him. Angel Crowley then uses a hand crank a la Bentley from season 1 to spin into existence a beautiful nebula. Angel Crowley explains eagerly and delightedly that it is a star factory; Aziraphale is delighted and compliments him and tries to introduce himself by name, obviously hoping Angel Crowley will do the same. But Angel Crowley actually is barely paying attention and misses the opportunity to introduce himself and we do not get his name (which is either a. important because when we DO get his real angel name it will be a MOMENT [Raphael?] or b. this provides the explanation for WHY in the garden of eden Anzirphale didnt know Demon Crowley's name).

Aziraphale then tells Crowley that though this nebula is beautiful, it apparently is planned to be destroyed in 6000 years, which upsets Crowley. Azirpahale also says Earth and “people” are about to be made and that the purpose of the stars and nebulas is for humans to gaze up at them in wonder. This also upsets Crowley who feels these star systems should exist for some greater purpose than humans to just look at.

Angel Crowley decides he may need to give some suggestions to God, to which Aziraphale cautions him to be very careful about giving too many suggestions to the almighty ("its not like she has a suggestion box or anything") or asking too many questions of the great plan. “How much trouble can I get in for a few suggestions anyway” says Crowley, as a shower of stars begins. Angel Crowley opens his wing to shield Aziraphale from the falling stars of his new nebula.

OPENING CREDITS

**Note EDIT: I have been told by others directly in messages who were at the screening that YES Crowley says something to the effect of "arent you gorgeous" and Aziraphale thinks he is speaking to him for a beat before realizing its about the stars I do not recall the spoiler going around that Crowley says “aren’t you gorgeous” to a star and Aziraphale mistakes it for complimenting him. Though it fits with the general shy and adoring vibe from Aziraphale in the scene and the Doctor Who-ish wonder of Crowley for his nebula. Me not noting it or remembering it now doesn’t make it not true tho I coulda missed it cuz I was happily giggling to much

***Note 2: I thought Crowley had David Tennant’s normal eye color NO SNAKE EYES for sure, but I have seen some from the screening say his eyes were purple. I didn’t note that but I don’t want to go as far as say they are wrong

***NOTE 3: apparently im still in tumblr jail and cannot respond to comments even on this added blog.... The falling stars/meteor shower is NOT the fall from grace of the angels, it appears to be a normal star shower caused by the Nebula and it mirrors the rain scene; Crowley uses his wing to shield Aziraphale from the falling stars.

[mcbeetlebeeb]

I'm currently getting into a fandom that isn't homestuck, but I can't turn down a request :3

these will still be headcannons and- uhrm- yea

Gamzee Makara

He is, talking about some mystical shit dude

I think hed appreciate someone who just listens too him blabber

don't ask me why but he'd like to naw on you

not full fledged biting a chunk out of you

I think he's too aware of how sharp his teeth are to go biting down that hard, but yknow

nipping at you gently, but not before he was smothering you in sloppy clown kisses

this is real specific but I think hed have the type of eyes that you can't seem to keep eye contact with

he's just so much taller and just has this lopsided shiteating grin, that shows most of his sharp ass teeth

I'd like to think his eyes are always that half lidded gaze, especially when it's at you

but no intent behind the looks he gives, fuck- probably no thoughts either

lights on no one home

don't get me wrong, he's not dumb,

in the simplest sense hes a big ol airhead

yknow a dingbat, a bit of a scatterbrain

but he's not like- vegetable for a brain dumb as hell

and thats another thing, it's definitely really convincing to probably think that he's yknow, not all there

but it throws you off gaurd x2 when he'd get all close and murmur and mumble certain things too you

he looked like he had a maximum of 3 thoughts floating around in his brain

but here he is, mumbling in a low almost gravely tone, right by your ear

I love to think he's one of those tall people to rest his arm playfully on your head if your shorter, which you most likely are-

can't recall if I mentioned the last time sense I have a rubber ducky keeping track of my memory

but I think hed be cold all the time

not like, bothersomely fridged

but enough to make you shiver and squirm if he were to press his hand to your skin, noticeable enough for you to verbally go "Damn-"

also!! I think hed be a huge sucker for you just holding his face with your hands, letting him relax against you, eyes shut

still grinning a bit and letting that low rumbling purr come from him

and this also means playing with his hair,

pet him damn it he demands it

no, not really more like laying and being in your space, following you round until you pay attention properly too him

sense most trolls can't- yknow- go out in the middle of the day because of their intense asf sun, trolls are nocturnal

so like if you ever took a photo with him with flash his eyes would do that reflective thing that cats have

or for another example, yknow how in the dark the first thing you spot about your black cat is its eyes?

yeah that

like I said in the other headcannon thingy, he's just always lurking and looming, he likes knowing what your doing even if he's not involved

and this comes with him trailing around you like a dog that sees you have food and knows you'll give it too them at some point

wether it be from afar or close, don't assume he's not close by, him being a purple blood im sure he's well aware of how violent trolls can be,

but with you around! oh he can't let you wonder off too far- Alternia's atmosphere is dangerous and the fauna is even more dangerous-

so don't expect to go very far without him trailing behind you

but he'd understand if you explained too him you wanted time too yourself or with somebody else one on one

I dont think hed be a jealous person, maybe a lil possessive! but he's not overbearing with it

he just wants you safe and content, and he wants you too feel that way around him

have a song I think fits his uh? vibe towards? significant other? because 🎉

Dave Strider

mm have I said he's a genuinely a big goof?

but I think that'd be something someone gets right off the bat

maybe

if you can pick up on someone trailing off on tangents of meaningless words that can go on and on without someone actually ever responding

than it's pretty visable

I think itd be pretty adorable though (I know I'm gay, whatever)

like if he were to start talking about something, anything, and you gave a simple short response, he's gonna take that and run with it

especially if he likes you

I think hed definitely be one too stare

but how could you tell? he's always wearing those shades

probably a good reason why he wears them other than ironic purposes

so no one sees what or where or in this case who he's lookin at

constantly staring though, wether it's you having a conversation with you or, you doing something random he's just watching

no actual thoughts id like to say

just observing

watching you be you, do your own natural thing, picking up on the way you talk or gesture at stuff

I cannot urge this enough but I still firmly believe physical touch would be a very special thing too him

it's not impossible or looked down upon too be able to hold his hand or lean against him

but he'd be mentally noting each touch, each expression you make, listening intently too your tone, hoping your doing the same

but with these actions he'd be straight faced as always, but he can feel his hands tremble ever so slightly, he recognizes his heart beat picking up

unfamiliar with these feelings with how they're being presented yknow?

most times he ever feels this way he's in danger

but he knows he couldn't be safer right now, like he wants to believe that, it's not hard for him to believe it

but his body is just hardwired to tense up, clench his jaw and steady the shakey breathing

but being patient and respectful would melt those feelings away really easy I'd like too think

just sitting there and slowly showing affection, brushing thumbs against his knuckles, tracing over fingers

you focus on his hand, flipping it over and thumbing at his vaguely sweaty palm, hand still shaking faintly in your gentle grasp

he'd just stare at you, in disbelief and adoration, and realization that he doesnt need to be poker faced round you

that he doesnt need to put up a front to protect himself, the squishy parts of him he learned to shove away to get along with life

a big sigh of relief to say the least,

but once he realizes he doesn't need to be someone else for you, he can just be him, no expectations or demands, he can rely on someone else for once

you ain't ever gettin rid of him after that, he's not clingy but he's no longer keeping you at arms length, not now, not ever again

AND HE GETS MUSIC THING because he is my favorite right next too the crab man <3

author note: I feel this sucked a big booty buttload but I was already half way done with it when I dubbed it that, so have this anyway!!!

[ugotcooneycrossed]

so you feel it too?

alessia russo x reader

w/c: ~1.3k

part 2 to 'what can i do'

pt1: what can i do / pt3: if i find you in this lifetime (it better be the right time)

a/n: im not in love with the beginning but i promise it gets better i just had to figure out how to start it cause it was annoying me😭 and its a little shorter than i would like but i just wanted to get it out

this is the real angst

there will be a third part too!

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lessi love to ‘You’

-> I broke up with him

The message feels like its glaring at you- the words almost jumping out of your phone to taunt and mock you, it feels like a slap across your face. You read over it several times, whether to make sure you haven’t imagined the words, or to hope that the very words you’ve wished for would disappear- you aren’t sure. Despite how long you’ve waited for this message- every response you come up with doesn’t seem right.

Your thumbs hover over the keypad- you go to type several times, deleting the message after each attempt. You have no idea how to respond; you could ask if she’s alright, maybe respond with a ‘finally’ and confess your undying love for the blonde striker.

You end up settling with your first idea though.

You to ‘lessi love'

-> are you okay?

You send the message and throw your phone back down on the ground- running your hands over your face. Waiting for her to reply you go back to what you were doing, before Alessia’s ringtone blares from your phone. You scramble to pick up.

“Hey Less-“

“Can I come over?’

She cuts you off- and you bite your lip.

“Now? Less I’m not even home at the-“

“Please- I’m outside, I just really need you right now.”

She’s sniffling, you can picture her with her big, blue, glassy eyes, and trembling lips- and it makes your heart break all over again.

You hate when she cries.

You gather up your things- leaving the gym quickly.

“I’ll be there in 20 Lessi.”

You hang up the phone- almost tripping over your own feet in your haste to leave.

When you get to your car, you sit for a second- head resting against the steering wheel. Taking deep breaths, you can’t help but think just how much of your life Alessia has consumed- you think of just how much you’d sacrifice for her, just how you’d willingly drop everything in a heartbeat is she asked.

You pull out of the car park and make your way home- definitely above the speed limit. You dial Leah’s number on your way, and wait for her to pick up. When you hear your call go through you immediately start speaking.

“Leah… I’m so, so, fucked!”

“Why are you ‘so, so fucked’.”

“Alessia just- I mean just broke up with her boyfriend, and she called me crying, from outside my apartment.”

“This is a good thing- isn’t it? I thought you said you’d confess if she ever broke up with that thing. This is your chance, swoop in be her saviour, her knight in shining armour- maybe ya know, make out a little.”

“Leah! You are not helping.”

“What? I never did like him.”

“What do I do? What should I do- actually what can I do?!”

“You better figure it out- I’m sick of hearing about this, you said you’d tell her you love her- she’s single now- so do it.”

-

You see Alessia before she sees you.

True to her word she is outside your apartment- sitting on the steps like a lost kid. You approach her- footsteps light as to not startle her. You come to a stop in front of her, and keep your voice soft when you speak.

“Come on Less, let’s get you inside.”

Her head shoots up at the sound of your voice- and before you can blink, she’s thrown herself in your arms. Her strong arms wrap around your shoulders and you nearly lose your footing at the force of her hug.

Again- before you can think she starts rambling and you listen intently- like always.

“I’m sorry for interrupting your day like this- you probably have so many things you’d rather be doing and here I am just barg-“

You cut her off.

“Less, it’s fine, you’re okay, it doesn’t matter you’re more important- I would drop anything for you. “

“I mean I don’t even know why I’m crying, I mean, I broke up with him.”

She releases you from the hug and wipes her tears away.”

“So, why did you?”

The question slips from your mouth before you can think- and you bite the inside of your cheek as you wait for her reply.

She looks at you softly- and smiles shyly.

“I just took your advice- I guess.”

It’s a simple answer- and it doesn’t allude to anything- no hidden meanings, no underlying confession, but your heart can’t help but skip a beat when she says it.

“You going to let me in? Or are we just standing outside.”

-

“Alessia?”

She hums- looking at you from the other couch, she smiles softly at you, despite her eyes stinging, and red from crying.

You swallow the lump in your throat- wringing your hands nervously, you wipe them on your pants, sitting up a bit straighter. Alessia- who seems to notice the slight change in your demeanour sits up too. She eyes you curiously, and tilts her head to the side- her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Are you okay?”

She asks so sweetly, and suddenly you’re reminded of why you love her so much. You watch her get up from her spot and sit beside you. She grabs your hands and places a soft kiss on them, when you don’t answer her question.

“You know you can tell me anything right?”

“I know Less.”

“Good.”

She beams at you, and just like that- she turns back to the movie playing.

“Alessia- I need to tell you something.”

She looks at you again- her bright blue eyes twinkling under the warm glow of lights in your apartment.

“I love you- I have always loved you, you are the person I think of when I first wake, and the last person I think of when I go to sleep- in fact you never leave my mind. I dream of you each night- you consume my every being Alessia. I have never loved anyone, the way I love you. I love the way you play with your hands when your nervous, I love the way you always put others before yourself, I love your kindness. I just love you.”

Your chest heaves after your outburst- and you can’t even bare to look at her, too afraid of her reaction to look.

You feel her hands cup your cheeks though- her thumbs run over them and wipe away the tears you didn’t know were there. She gently tilts your face up to make eye contact with her.

“I didn’t know you felt that way about me. I had no idea.”

You reach up to hold her hands, that still rest on your cheeks- for the first time since you’ve known her, you have no idea what she’s thinking and it kills you.

“Lessi? Please say something.”

Her hands drop from your face and she takes a step back- you feel your heart shatter a little more.

“I- I don’t know what to say, I don’t know- I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

Your voice cracks at the amount of emotions rushing through you- the heartache, the pain, the sheer embarrassment of confessing your love for your best friend.

“I mean why would you tell me now? Do you know just how long I’ve waited for you to say something- anything! I’ve cried to Tooney so much- I tried distracting myself with anyone and- and you decide to tell me now? I just got over you.”

Alessia is crying now- and it’s not the soft silent one she usually does, she’s full sobbing and it’s all your fault.

“Less-“

You try- but she cuts you off, already halfway to your front door.

“I think, I just need to think- sorry- just, give me some time, okay?”

She leaves you- again.

[em-harlsnow]

mickey would do the trend of texting your S/O something dirty while at a family event

oh I agree.

-> NSFW

it's family movie night, and mickey's bored. he usually likes carl's suggestions, but for some reason he just can't find fucking fast and furious 2 interesting. vin diesel isn't even in it. sure, Paul walker's okay, but he looks like a goody-two-shoes.

no one minds when he starts flipping through his phone.

for once, mickey's on the armchair, not the couch, with Ian on the couch where he has a better view of the TV. while mickey has a great view of Ian.

he scrolls through TikTok, sound down. god, the app is really addictive.

and then he finds the perfect thing to get rid of his boredom.

he flips over to his text chat with Ian.

usually, they don't need to send dirty texts. they're together all the time, why would they?

now seems the best time to start.

he thinks about what to type to get the best reaction, and settles on

m: if we were home rite now, id suck ur dick until I choke

he smirks as he sends it, and has to contain his grin when ian's phone buzzes. mickey watches as Ian sips his beer, eyes half on the movie and only darting quickly to his phone. ian's not very good at keeping his cool, spluttering a little and coughing slightly when he swallows the beer in his mouth. Ian looks up at him, part glare part interest. mickey grins back.

m: wld have to go real deep in my throat to make me choke

m: im sure that won't b a problem 4 u

he types out and sends.

ian's reaction is to scowl at mickey and he can see him typing swiftly.

I: what are you doing

is all he says.

I: nothing, just explainin what imma do wen we get home

mickey responds, trying to look innocent as he does

m: you don't want your dick sucked?

m: i'll just ride u into the couch then

he watches as Ian takes a deep breath

I: you need to stop

Mickey smirks again.

m: don't what that either?

m: u wanna pound me from behind?

m: shoving my head down into the mattress?

ian's leg starts bouncing, and mickey's so sadistically happy.

I: watch the movie

urgh, and ian's still playing hard to get. even though he can see how badly he's effecting him

m: rather watch u

m: love watching ur face when I deep throat

m: such a big fucking cock

m: make it poke out of my cheek so u can see it

Ian bites his lip at that, trying hard to keep composure.

I: ur an asshole

m: u wanna see my asshole?

m: wrapped around ur dick?

and that's enough, apparently, because ian's getting up.

"there's an emergency at work, me and mickey have to go." Ian tells them, grabbing mickey's arm and pulling him from the chair.

"what? a weed delivery emergency?" lip scoffs, disbelieving.

"yup." Ian says in the worst lying voice ever.

Debbie glares at them as they pull on their coats, taking notice of mickey's proud, self-satisfied grin. "you guys better stay for the whole thing next movie night."

"sure thing, debs." Ian smiles, and then pulls mickey out of the door by his elbow.

once they're well and truly out of the house, almost at the car, Ian leans in to whisper in mickey's ear. "you're doing all that shit the second we get home."

fuck yes, toktik clock app is actually good for something.

I don't usually write NSFW, but I hope this met expectations!

-> send me prompts for TikTok trends <3

[jinnieboosworld]

L.J.- Glitter and Rhinestones 18+

!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings- Smut, Fem Reader

Reading Time- 11 Min

Word Count- 2,617

Series Masterlist

Synopsis- Lee Juyeon a bassist in a band sees a very sparkly girl in the audience of his band’s concert. At the end of the show he invites her and her friends backstage. Little does he know y/n hates him and his band.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ .

OH MY GOSH! THIS IS NOT REAL! IT CANT BE! IM GONNA……..OH MY GOSH!

Ji, your friend is a huge fan of the band Crimson Heartbreak. For her birthday you gifted her pit tickets to their concerts

“Oh my gosh how did you get these.” She said screeching.“I preordered them, I was planning on getting you some anyway but it happened that one of the dates was on your birthday.”

You said smiling.“And you got two. So that means you’re coming right?” Ji said still calming down from her excitement.

“Uh No.” See even though you’re best friends with Ji who’s probably the bands biggest fan, you don’t really like them in fact you hate them.

Why?

Because they have a reputation for being fboys and womanizers. It even shows in their song lyrics. And to you men with that kind of personality is just disgusting. You’ve told Ji about your dislike towards the group and about their behavior, but she always says “It’s okay because they’re Crimson Heartbreak.”

“Come on y/n it would actually be criminal for me to go to my favorite band’s concert without my favorite person.” She said shaking me.“No I don’t want to, you know I can’t stand them.” You said whining.

“Please y/n. Please.” You simply rolled your eyes and shook your head.

Suddenly Ji gasped. “What?” You asked frightened from the sudden sound.“You remember that dress, the glitter one you bought last year?” She said excitedly

“Yes,and…..” You responded confused.“You can finally wear it!” “Huh?” You said still not catching on to what she was saying.Ji groaned.

“ You said that you would never wear the dress unless you went to some crazy concert or something.” She said smirking as if she just knew you would agree. You sat for a moment thinking.

“I did really want to wear that outfit.” You thought to yourself. “Fine” you said reluctantly.Ji squealed. “But I won’t enjoy it.” You said standing firm in your stance of the group.

“Yeah right, you’ll be their biggest fan by the end of the night.” She said scoffing.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ ✦ .

“OH. MY. GOSH.” Ji said dramatically as she stood in front of the cheval mirror in your apartments living corridor.

Ji’s sense of style was completely different than yours. Contrast her bright and bubbly personality her clothing was almost always dark color shades if not black.

For the concert she decided to wear a dark green distressed mini dress, with chunky black pumps. Her makeup was a messy but uniformed Smokey eye with a dark red lip. Her dyed red hair cut into a shaggy wolf cut.She looked gorgeous and perfect for an alternative band concert.

You start to question if your outfit fits the vibe or not. You’re wearing a mesh dress with silver glitter in the pattern of stars. Your high heels covered in silver glitter. Your makeup pink and glittery, your lips glossy. Polar opposite from Ji’s matte and mature look

“Ji are you sure this is fine to wear?” You say looking at yourself in the mirror. “Of course, you look amazing!” She says exaggerating her facial expressions.“You sure it fits the genre?” You respond furrowing your eyebrows.

“Girl what genre? It’s a concert not the met gala.” She said chuckling.You smile. “You’re right.”“Oh, Ji, check and see how far away our Uber is.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You ready Juyeon.” Said Eric has he was getting his makeup retouched.

“Yup.” Juyeon responded taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Alright, let’s go then!” Said Eric clapping his hands together as he walked away from his stylist.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The group stood in front of the crowd greeting them and hyping them up.

Juyeon strummed the cords of his bass to the chords of their opening song.He looks up and scans the crowd with his eyes, nodding his head along to the music, and smirking.As he looks around his eyes land on a girl in the crowd.

At first her outfit caught his attention, but as he squinted and focused his eyes on her features he became entranced. Through out the entire concert he tried to drag his eyes away from her seemingly enormous presence but no matter what they always fell back on to her.

He noticed how her face just seemed so utterly uninterested. Like she just didn’t want to be there.

It had gotten to the point of the concert where they were interacting with the crowd. They’d always done a segment where they would invite people on stage to sing along to their songs. The members all got to choose a person to come up, so Juyeon chose you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Through out the entire concert you were completely miserable. Although you are a hater of the group you aren’t a lier. So you had to admit that the music was pretty good, But you still couldn’t get over the groups bad reputation.

You noticed that the group’s bassist kept looking at you. It weirded you out. You crossed your arms and pouted because the concert just seemed to go on and on. You saw the group start to pull screeching fans out of the crowd and onto the stage.

The bassist walks up to you and reaches out his hand. “Come on.” He said smiling. You point to yourself and mouth “me”. Ji screams and says “Of course you. Go.” She said pushing you towards him and smiling. Reluctantly you climb onto stage.

You put on a fake smile and shyly dance along to the song. While other real fans jump and shout like it’s the best day of their lives. Once the song ends the members ask the fans to introduce themselves and take pictures.

The bassist walks up to you and puts his arm around your shoulder. “What’s your name.” He speaks smirking charmingly while looking directly in your eyes. “Y/n” you reply blankly. “Cool, and are you from here.” He says. “Yes.” You say with still no emotion. “Ok. Well let’s take a picture then.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Juyeon was confused by her. She was at their concert but didn’t know any lyrics. She wasn’t even fazed by the fact that she was talking to him.Maybe she was just shy. But she didn’t seem scared of being in front of a crowd. Just uninterested.

“Ok. Well let’s take a picture then.” He said hoping that she’d perk up then.“Actually can you just take a picture with my friend Ji instead.” She said smiling at him. “Oh…ok yeah sure.” He responded awkwardly as he grabbed her phone in confusion.

She walked to the end of the stage and helped her extremely excited friend up the stage, and then got down herself.He took a few pictures with Ji who had an entirely different energy than her friend. Before she left the stage he whispered something in her ear.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Eeeeeeeeh” Ji screeched as we were walking out the auditorium.

“What?” You said looking at her.

"He said they’re having an after-party and he wants us to come!" Ji squealed, practically jumping with excitement.You rolled your eyes, a mix of disbelief and annoyance washing over you.

"Great, just what I need. More time with Crimson Heartbreak."

"Come on, y/n, it could be fun! Besides, when’s the next time we’ll get invited to a party like this?" Ji said, practically begging.Sighing, you rubbed your temples.

"Fine, but only for a little while."Ji grabbed your arm, her excitement contagious despite your reluctance. "This is going to be amazing, I promise!"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The after-party was being held at an exclusive club not far from the concert venue. As you and Ji arrived, the energy was electric. The bass from the music pulsed through the floor, and the room was filled with a mix of celebrities, fans, and the band members themselves.

Juyeon spotted you both as soon as you walked in, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. He made his way through the crowd, a confident smirk on his face. "Glad you could make it," he said, his voice smooth and enticing.Ji immediately jumped into conversation with him, leaving you standing awkwardly to the side.

You scanned the room, feeling out of place amidst the glamour and chaos."Not a fan of parties?" a voice said from behind you.

You turned to see Eric, one of the band's guitarists, leaning casually against a table. He had a playful grin on his face. "Let me guess, Ji dragged you here?"

"How’d you know?" you replied dryly."Just a hunch," he said with a chuckle. "She seems like the type to pull a friend along for the ride."

You smiled despite yourself. "Yeah, that’s Ji."As the night went on, you found yourself surprisingly enjoying Eric's company. He was charming and funny, and he seemed genuinely interested in getting to know you. Juyeon, however, kept glancing your way, his eyes dark with an emotion you couldn't quite place.

"Want to dance?" Eric asked, holding out his hand.You hesitated for a moment before shaking your head. "No, thanks. I'm not really in the mood."Eric nodded understandingly. "Fair enough. If you change your mind, let me know.

"You spent the rest of the evening nursing a drink and watching Ji have the time of her life. Juyeon’s gaze seemed to find you frequently, a mix of curiosity and frustration in his eyes. He was used to getting attention, and your disinterest was clearly throwing him off.

As the party began to wind down, Juyeon approached you again. "Hey, can we talk?" he asked, his tone more serious than before.You sighed, glancing at Ji, who was still engrossed in conversation with other fans. "Sure, I guess."He led you to a quieter corner of the club. "I noticed you didn’t really enjoy the concert," he said, looking genuinely concerned.You crossed your arms. "Yeah, I’m not a fan of your band. I only came because Ji begged me to."Juyeon raised an eyebrow.

"Any particular reason why?"You hesitated, unsure if you should be honest. "Your reputation," you finally said. "I don't like how you treat women in your lyrics and your behavior offstage."Juyeon seemed taken aback. "We’re not all like that, you know. Some of it is just for show.“Maybe," you replied, unconvinced. "But it’s hard to see past it."He nodded slowly.

"I get that. But maybe you could give us a chance? Not all of us are as bad as you think."You looked at him, his sincerity surprising you. "Maybe. But it’s going to take a lot more than a few conversations to change my mind."Juyeon smiled, a hint of challenge in his eyes. "I’m up for it."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The following weeks were filled with small, unexpected encounters. Juyeon made a point to talk to you whenever he saw you with Ji. He'd text Ji, suggesting hangouts that included you, making it hard to avoid him.

He showed you glimpses of a different side: his genuine passion for music, his dedication to the band, and his loyalty to his friends. Slowly, your initial annoyance began to soften, though you still held onto your reservations.

One evening, after a particularly fun outing where Juyeon had been surprisingly considerate and kind, Ji nudged you. "You’re starting to warm up to him, aren’t you?"You rolled your eyes, though your smile betrayed you. "Maybe a little. But don’t tell him that."Ji laughed. "Your secret’s safe with me. But honestly, y/n, he seems really into you."You glanced at Juyeon, who was laughing with Eric across the room. "Yeah, I’m starting to see that. But I’m not making it easy for him.""And that’s exactly why he’s so intrigued," Ji said, grinning. "Just give it time.

"As weeks turned into months, Juyeon goal of making you like him didn’t waver. He was persistent, showing you that there was more to him and the band than you initially thought. And slowly, against your stubborn resolve, you began to see him for who he really was.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

One evening, Juyeon invited you to his apartment for a small get-together. Ji was busy, so it ended up being just the two of you. You hesitated but decided to go, curious to see where this would lead.Juyeon greeted you at the door with a warm smile."Glad you could make it," he said, ushering you inside.His apartment was surprisingly cozy, a mix of modern and personal touches.

"You have a nice home," you commented, looking around."Thanks," he said, leading you to the living room. "I thought we could just relax, maybe watch a movie."You nodded, feeling a bit nervous. The atmosphere was intimate, and you couldn't ignore the growing tension between you.

As the evening progressed, you found yourself getting more comfortable. Juyeon was a gracious host, and his charm was undeniable. After a couple of drinks, you both settled on the couch, a movie playing in the background.

"So, do you still hate my band?" Juyeon asked with a teasing smile.

You laughed softly. "I don't hate you guys as much anymore. You've been working hard to change my mind

."He moved a bit closer, his eyes locking onto yours."And have I succeeded?"You bit your lip, feeling the heat between you intensify.

"Maybe a little."Juyeon leaned in, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

“I'll take that as a win."His lips met yours in a slow, passionate kiss. You felt a rush of emotions, your initial resistance melting away. The kiss deepened, and before you knew it, you were straddling his lap, your hands tangled in his hair.Juyeon's hands roamed over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered against your lips.You nodded, breathless."Yes."He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you to his bedroom.The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on everything.

He laid you gently on the bed, his eyes filled with desire and affection.As he undressed you slowly, you felt a mix of anticipation and excitement. His hands and lips explored your body, every touch sending shivers down your spine. You reciprocated, eager to feel him, to know him in a way you hadn't before.Juyeon's movements were deliberate and gentle, yet filled with a raw passion that took your breath away.

He made you feel cherished, every kiss and caress telling you how much he wanted you.When he finally entered you, it was slow and tender, his eyes never leaving yours.The connection between you was intense, a culmination of all the tension and chemistry that had been building for months.Your bodies moved in sync, the rhythm building steadily.Juyeon's whispered words of praise and affection heightened your pleasure, making you feel desired and appreciated in ways you hadn't expected.As you both reached the peak of your pleasure, you clung to each other, the intensity of the moment overwhelming.

When it was over, you lay in each other's arms, the silence filled with a sense of fulfillment and connection.Juyeon brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes soft. "Thank you for giving me a chance," he said quietly.You smiled, your heart full.

"Thank you for proving me wrong."

- Fin

A.N.- Thanks for reading my fic, I can’t tell if I like it or not but if you enjoyed it please let me know and if you have any criticisms let me know as well. If you especially loved it and want a part two comment “✨”. Again thanks for reading.

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[artist-issues]

Okay here are some questions that are all related but could have different answers depending on the slightly different phrasing.

Do you think that Paladin Strait is gonna be the point-blank end of the saga? The final message will just be, 'the cycle continues' and their next album will be totally something new? (gosh i HOPE not that would be the worst) But if they do this, do you think they'll 'justify' it to their fans?

If it does continue, how do you think THEY will continue/end it? (positively, what we [you + me and maybe others who have similar worldview] WANT)

If it does continue, how do you think THEY will continue/end it? (negatively, what we FEAR they will do)

How do YOU wish they would continue/end it? (99% sure i know the answer but im curious how you'll phrase it exactly)

What do you think the biggest strengths of the Clancy story have been?

Biggest weaknesses?

What are you still drawing question marks on for the whole thing?

About Paladin Strait:

Okay, I hope and tentatively believe that that’s not what they’re doing. I don’t believe they’ve ever been pointing to a big “You’ll Always Struggle Forever” theme. It’s been almost fifteen years, I just have never gotten that impression (until this last album, but I still don’t believe it.) But, if that is somehow the hopeless message they’re perpetuating? I don’t think they’ll have to “justify it” to their “fans” at all. The majority of the twenty one pilots fandom justifies everything the band does, for themselves. Unless it comes to the band refusing to speak on social issues that the fandom has decided are important, and unless it comes to the fans not getting to stand where they feel special in an arena. I’ve seen the fans demand an explanation for those sorts of “lack of action” from the band. But I’ve never seen the fans get upset about any song or performance. They basically make the songs mean whatever they want them to mean, like the majority of fandoms do. So they’ll say “that’s a beautiful message,” no matter what the message actually is.

I don’t know how they’ll end it. They’ve always stopped short of a resolution. They go, “There is a problem (acknowledge it;) here’s how I feel about the problem; here’s what keeps me in the problem; and here’s how I’m crying out for help with the problem—“ but they’ve rarely, ever, said, “here’s how that cry for help is answered, definitely.” Taxi Cab and March to the Sea get the closest (of their “canon” stuff.) Everything else ends with the cry for help, never the answer. So, if I were to respond to “what do you think the answer will be, if they finally tell us about the answer?” I would say: they’ll point out that it has to be “Someone Outside Yourself, Who Knows You Better Than You Do, Answers the Cry For Help.” I hope the Torchbearer will, in some way, save Clancy. Even if it’s pulling his body out of the towers after he’s defeated so it can’t be seized. Some kind of saving. Because that’s what Taxi Cab and March end with; the spaceship takes Tyler up and shows him who to follow instead of the Dead Line, but he has to keep choosing that New Direction every day until the march is over. Or the Three Men hijack the hearse, pick the lock on his casket, and take the Dead Man to the Morning Sun. See, even when the Cry For Help is Answered By Someone Outside of Yourself, they end it on “but the journey isn’t over.” But at least there’s new direction in those songs, not the same old direction. Death-to-Life direction. I don’t know, though, and that’s what has me biting my nails.

About How I Think They’ll End It (Negative)

I don’t love thinking about this because my emotions are real tied up in whether they do or do not step out in faith. But I will point out that the worst-case scenario is, just to answer this question: the worst-case scenario is that Josh has decided there is no One True Faith and he’s into Eastern pagan religion that he associates with Christianity now, and Tyler has decided that whatever might be true about Christianity, the organized-religion Church is wrong about it all, starting with the LGBTQ+ stuff, and so he doesn’t know what’s right but he’s happy with that because it means he can keep “searching” and “imagining.” Like the “journey is the destination, we’ll never really know,” stuff. Which is not Christianity. It’s not true faith.

C.S. Lewis, The Great Divorce

Because faith is focused on something bigger than and totally outside of yourself, yet real and knowable. Faith in “I dunno what it is, but there’s somethin big out there I guess I believe in, but we’ll never know what it truly is” is just a cheap disguise for “faith in my own understanding and control.” If you don’t know exactly what the object of your faith is, then you can pick and choose the things you like out of vagueness. Whatever, I can make a post about that later.

But if that’s where they’re at—I am not enjoying thinking through this right now—then the thing that makes most logical-story-sense coming out of that mindset, to me, would be “Clancy becomes the new leader of the Bishops, but ushers in an era of sunshine and imagination instead of the cold bleak walls of the city. What they burn down is the organized-religion analogue aspects of DEMA.” I think that would be a super stupid way to end it but maybe.

That’s worst-case. I think second-worst case would be “the cycle continues.” Clancy wakes up in his old room, the Banditos are gone, the neon gravestones are glowing, and then he like looks down and sees a flower, indicating that the Banditos are still out there and he has the chance to re-start the cycle and do it all better this time… or give up based on the idea that nothing will ever be better. And we end on a twenty-one-pilots-esque “Pick One” ending. I think this is the most likely ending, because it’s not an ending at all, and it will keep the religious crowd and the secular crowd both happy. Plus, as far as the story describing Tyler’s wrestling match with doubt and dark thoughts? It would mean he gets to keep wrestling, which, I hate to say it, has produced lots of successful music so far. But you know what, so would a winner to the wrestling match, because truth is worth more than success.

Third-worst-case scenario—Clancy “dies,” taking down the Towers of Silence with him. And all the Glorious Gone zombies fall over Phantom-Menace-style, leaving battered Banditos standing. And they live to fight another day; Nico is still out there, probably ready to seize and rebuild; but the Torchbearer goes to Clancy’s body and looks somber and takes the mask off of him and carries it away, or some other type of nod to that old performance of Time to Say Goodbye—but the point is it’ll end with the idea that Clancy goes on, but “Clancy” was always a character, an idea, a belief, that anybody can embody if they’re willing to sacrifice themselves so that others can get their focus off of Dark Thoughts. You know, kind of like how Tyler Joseph gets them to focus their ability-to-hurt-myself-energy on him, as a performer, instead of on themselves (Guns for Hands.) This is semi-fine because it’s about some form of self-sacrifice, but I don’t like that the emphasis is on “if I just sacrifice myself for the hope that things can get better, it’ll somehow help people, even if I don’t know what the Hope is.” It would obviously be better if someone outside of Clancy brings about the resolution to Clancy’s story.

FOURTH-worst case scenario—as in, the least bad of all of them—Clancy fights and wins against Nico by using his ability to “seize” Nico, and burns down the towers, and dies or disappears doing it. This is good because Nico dies, and good because of self-sacrifice, and cool because he uses “seizing” his Dark-Self-Focus and puppetting it, rather than letting it puppet him, is very close to what they’ve always been saying: the Biblical Idea of Taking Your Thoughts Captive, and using art as an introspection-weapon. BUT it’s bad, because then it makes Music the Savior, in a sense.

I wish they would end it like this:

Clancy is seized by Nico, who pilots Clancy’s body over to the window of the tower and shows the Banditos, fighting, that their hero has been defeated and is being used. It’s super disheartening, because the implication is maybe this was always going to happen, Clancy was never going to escape, or worse, Nico knew the plan and it was always doomed to fail, because somehow Clancy was always under his power, and Clancy is doing some kind of demonic dance or demonstration with yellow eyes showing that he’s nothing but Nico’s vessel now—but Clancy’s still fighting Nico’s control, on the inside, mentally. (In a music video I guess they could cut-away, between what’s happening outside of Clancy’s head as Nico shows the Banditos that he’s been defeated, and then cut-away to Tyler singing and fighting a battle in Clancy’s mind, trying to re-take control.) But Clancy’s losing the mental fight, too. He just manages to get a kind of moment of control back—maybe his eyes go back to being their normal color instead of seized-yellow—and he basically does this as a cry for help. Then Nico takes over again.

Clancy is seized, he can’t save himself, he’s tried everything and followed the plan of the Banditos up until this point…and it didn’t matter. This defeat is where it’s led. He’s overpowered, seized, back in the same grip of the Bishops, and the Banditos could look, lose heart, and be disheartened, and lose, even after all this work. So he’s managing to fight off Nico just long enough to get that “I CAN’T DO IT” message to the Torchbearer. And the Torchbearer understands. Because he’s not down there on the ground with the Banditos. He’s up in the tower with Nico and Clancy, and has been all along, and now that Clancy flashes the help-I’m-in-here-but-I-can’t-do-it message through his eyes or however they want to do it—THEN Torchbearer saves the day. I don’t much care how, as long as Torchbearer saves the day. I think the best way for him to do it would be to straight-up kill Clancy and that kills Nico. Because they were always connected. And then it seems sad, like Clancy was always going to be the sacrifice, as DEMA burns up. But then at the last second in the music video (or however they end it) he opens his eyes, and the Torchbearer helps him up. And the Clancy mask is burning along with Nico’s robes in the background, something like that. Because if Nico is Self-Focus (which leads to anxiety, depression, and most of all insecurity) then Self-Sacrifice, death of the Self, so that you stop considering yourself so much, is the only cure. And we both know only Jesus can kill your old self and raise you up a new creation.

But they don’t have to do it exactly like that. Torchbearer could beat the Nico out of Clancy, like Jenna Joseph does in the Tear in My Heart music video. That would be acceptable, because it would go with the idea of “Someone Outside of You Who Loves You Despite Your Imperfections Can Beat Your Insecurity About the Imperfections Out of You.” You see, the reason I want Nico to seize Clancy is because this whole time, Clancy has been relying on his ability to seize the bad guys as a method of defeating them.

Using Music, getting inside your darkness and then making it work for you, is the closest twenty one pilots has ever gotten to a functional-savior in their story. But the truth is that only works for a moment. It’s just a bandaid solution. Music can help you see what’s wrong, and help you feel control over what’s wrong by virtue of understanding it and making it work for you…but then eventually, you know what happens? The thing you’ve created becomes what you place your faith in, and then it has power over you.

But in like layman’s terms I guess you could just say: “Boy Feels Darkness -> Instead of Giving in to Darkness, Boy Makes Music About His Darkness -> Darkness Works for the Boy; Others Hear and Like the Music -> Darkness Appears to be Controlled by the Boy as a Way to Connect, Inspire, and Be Successful -> Boy Can’t Stop Focusing on Darkness or Writing About Darkness, Because That’s What Made Him Famous -> The Darkness is Not Defeated, and It’s More a Part of His Identity Than Ever. Who Is He Without The Darkness, Now? It’s Not Gone, and It’s In Charge”

You see? I know I’m saying it five different ways but at this point I’m wishing I was saying it to him.

Demons don’t care if you think they’re powerful, or if you think they’re powerless. They just care that you’re not thinking rightly about them, either way. It’s not “Ignore the Darkness,” and it’s not “Make Everything About the Darkness,” either. It’s “There is Darkness, and it is powerful, and acknowledging that just makes the LIGHT LOOK EVEN MORE POWERFUL.”

So Nico has to seize him. When all along he thought he’d be doing the controlling. And then someone from the outside has to save him.

What do I think the strengths have been?

The idea of seizing. That is so good and perfect. Because creativity is what gives Clancy the ability to seize, but it’s not a perfect solution. The Bishops can use that, too—and guess what, they did, they used Scaled & Icy.

Even Trash the Dragon, who was supposed to represent limitless imagination, is the symbol of that Bishop-Propaganda album—which is interesting, because it makes limitless imagination look like a bad thing, if it’s being used by the bad guys. But also, it’s dead, because the dragon was able to be seized, meaning it was a corpse. So Limitless Imagination was dead all along? Oh but wait, its corpse can still be used—by Keons, who is a bad guy? No, because he betrayed the other bad guys and freed Clancy using Creativity to Revive Limitless Imagination for one specific purpose. And if it’s for one specific purpose, then it’s not limitless. Imagination shouldn’t be limitless, or else you can imagine you’re worthless. It should be used for one specific purpose instead—setting you free from the bad thoughts. UUUUGH that’s so good.

And the contrast between Natural Light (fire, which also happens to be destructive and can get out of human control) and Man-Made Light (neon, which is stale, sterile, and totally under human control.) Goes perfectly with the contrast between a wild, green continent called Trench—and a lifeless, concrete, circular (cyclical) city made by man.

Plus, of course, Torchbearer. Torchbearer being three-and-one. Torchbearer being the leader of a group who wear yellow, a color the bad guys cannot see—and he’s also only able to be seen by Clancy when Clancy’s imprisoned. But sometimes he’s not seen by Clancy and Clancy doubts. But ultimately Torchbearer has always been with Clancy, and always had a plan, and even the Bishops can’t escape being made part of his plan. Torchbearer having an X that lands over his heart made of yellow tape—which looks like a tilted cross. Torchbearer having tape wrapped around the knee where Josh Dun has Tyler Joseph’s name tattooed. Torchbearer having a yellow bandanna that covers his face in the same division mirroring where the Bishops have black smeared.

Also, the fact that Clancy, as a character, is never sure what’s going on. When the whole story is about trying to decide where to go, and why. It’s about a journey and whether or not the destination is worth it. And the main character himself wrestles with that so constantly. He doesn’t know if the Torchbearer’s plan is going to work. He doesn’t know if the Bishops are really all bad, or if the safety they provide makes up for it. He doesn’t know if he’s having dreams or if he’s somehow seizing vultures and seeing real things. He doesn’t know if he wants to leave the city, or stay—and when he figures that out, he doesn’t know how any of this could’ve been planned. He;s constantly trying to separate the good from the bad and figure out which side he’s on, where the attacks are coming from. That’s his whole character.

Polarize is taking your disguises Separating 'em, splitting 'em up from wrong and right It's deciding where to die and deciding where to fight Deny, deny, denial

Domingo en fuego I think I lost my halo I don't know where you are You'll have to come and find me, find me

I'm navigating, I'm navigating my head Give me some advice I am wasting all this time My, oh my Don't know how long it's been My, oh my

And then on the other side? Torchbearer’s role is to guide? They're the perfect pair. Clancy never knows what’s real or not real, what’s going to work or not work, who’s right or wrong, or even what his role is. The world is a dark map and he can’t find himself in the “You Are Here” Dot. But TORCHBEARER lights the way.

Biggest weaknesses in the Clancy Story?

I don’t know because I’m not sure what the Point is yet. I could try to pick apart where the story isn’t doing well with “form” (everything used to deliver the point, the mood, the character design, the pacing, the dialogue, all that) but this is a story embedded in a series of albums and music videos and lots of mixed media. So it’s told in basically the most engaging way it can be told, it’s genius, I have noticed no weaknesses.

…unless you want to say, “the story is too unclear and vague; you can’t understand what they’re trying to say because they’re not really saying anything.” You could make an argument for that. I would be able to pick that argument apart more easily than I would be able to make that argument, though.

Endings mean concluding. Conclusions mean a Point. You can’t end a story without revealing whether or not you had a point. So we’ll find out, I guess!

What Are My Question Marks?

What’s going on with Keons? I can’t figure out Keons at all. I can’t figure out why Keons betrayed the other bishops, what led to that, how he’s connected to Ned.

What’s the Car representing? The car at the beginning of Heavydirtysoul and Jumpsuit—it’s burning onstage for the whole Trench era. It’s a Cadillac, it looks like a charred up version of the one from the No Phun Intended album, so is it supposed to represent a former mindset? It keeps recurring, so it means something, I just haven’t figured out what. The closest I get is “that’s the music, or how he used to use the music.” But I’m not sure.

What does the smearing have to do with the Glorious Gone? The letters make it sound like it’s just for dead people, but Clancy’s been smeared in the music video for Levitate and in Jumpsuit. Am I supposed to believe he was dead all along and being seized by someone this entire time? If that’s the case, he hasn’t been aware of that, according to his letters.

Who was Clancy talking about in that one letter when he was captured by the Bishops and said “He was never there, I would have felt him?”

Above all, what does Tyler think of God now? Where’s he at in his faith? Is he still struggling with the same stuff I am or is it a different blend?

I think that’s all for now.

[skyfcx]

yo yo yo! howza'bout an update?

howdy, long time no see and all that. it's currently almost 3 am est at the time of starting this post, so if you're looking to read this, just expect a real stream of consciousness type post.

first, let's address tumblr stuff! i've been absent for a good bit, and... i think it's going to stay like that for quite some time. if i'm being honest, the desire to write on tumblr has been at an all-time low as of late. the only ping i've gotten has been for tails and rosalina, and that's really just because those two are forever characters and that desire will never properly vanish. but for rping in general? i think i'll be taking quite the hiatus.

now i'm not putting up the deuces and vanishing forever! i'm still having creative thoughts, just not in the rping direction. if i were to post anything, it would probably be some more fanfiction-type stories featuring my ocs and the adventures i've been plotting out for them. so. short stories, i suppose! i could see myself reviving my extremely short-lived personal blog and posting some things there if i ever got the motivation to sit down and actually write something more bookish.

though with all of that said, this is probably a mighty see you soon on the tumblr front. i still check my main blogs and i am available on discord even though i've been pretty shit at responding to messages, totally my fault to those i've kinda lowkey ghosted. but i'm gonna be real quiet going forward. hugs and kisses to the lot of you, though. i see everyone still having fun every single day. just imagine an image of me giving a thumbs up superimposed on the sky. that's the vibe.

now, personal life stuff! gender is still weird but i think i'm starting to get a handle on it. after properly being mistaken as a female in public for the first time, i think i'm comfortable enough to upgrade my he/him to a he/she/they! still have. no idea if boy or girl or both or neither, but in terms of pronouns? i dont mind being a him because that's what i've been all my life, she feels very good because that means im being viewed as feminine-presenting, and they is honestly just the most accurate nine times outta ten. tbh the only thing i know for sure is that i dont want to be masculine-presenting. i can be male, but i refuse to be masculine, lmao.

also, i got new glasses! they're more rounded and really help the feminine look, i think. i've been catching myself smiling more at my reflection whenever i see myself in the mirror with them on, so the change has been really positive already. i'm in a place where i wanna experiment with my clothes and see how me i can truly feel like.

oh! and im not sure if i've mentioned it, but i've moved to a far more comfortable place with my girlfriend!!! she's trans, her family was super accepting of her, and now they're super accepting of me wearing the sorts of clothes i like! so i've been far more willing to test out the sorts of clothes i wear now that i dont have to worry about being found out. so...

yknow. all in all? i'm doing real good over here, gang. despite the radio silence. perhaps sometime in the future i'll pop back in with some sorta blog to get goofy on the dash with yall again. or maybe i'll actually write short stories and post those to their own blog! whatever it is, i just wanted to pop in at. three at night. and share my thoughts in the form of a life update. life's been good on the macro. we will work on the micro, but the overview makes me quite happy when i step back and look at it.

[atticsandwich]

SPOILERS FOR THE NEWER LESSONS IN NIGHTBRINGER - careful fellow followers of this blog <3

i love the current lessons so much actually because there is honestly so much underlying angst / potential for it! i doubt the devs will go that deeply into that direction and i don’t think it would translate well within the game anyway but just imagine mc getting more and more concerned about their own powers that also shape their relationship with everyone else… sure everyone loves mc but dia/barb and solomon have entire realms to protect and therefore wish to have mc on their side if push comes to shove (which has been a recurring topic in nb)… mc getting increasingly insecure / afraid that they’ll be seen as a tool / weapon first instead of a friend… i mean especially after being used as bait??? solomon showing his shady side again??? AAAH!!! THINK OF ALL THE POSSIBILITIES!!!

Yes yes YESSSS

also i love that we're given the option to be mad that the people mc loves are being used as "bait" to draw out their power. obey me has been very passive about how mc responds to situations sometimes that them being mad is a great thing!!

re: angst, yeah, i get you, they haven't really hit the mark on really leaning into angst yet, and although i doubt they'll hit this one, i still have high hopes about how it's going to conclude or how they'll handle the situation (the fact that they got teleported to babel + michael's texts to simeon makes me think raphael is FINALLY going to burst and let out all the emotions he's been bottling for literal millenia)

SPEAKING OF RAPHAEL. again, i love that tlhe's the side character focus on a season with the underlying fact of simeon's transformation to a demon - his reactions and avoidance of the situation, even though he's already made aware of it by michael, coupled with the fact that he still has hidden guilt over what happened during the celestial war....... MANNNNN IM SOO EXCITED FOR RAPHAEL DEVELOPMENT AND EXPOSITION..... hopefully this means mephisto and thirteen will also have their own time in the spotlight soon regarding glimpses of their backstories and developing realtionship with the cast (and mc in particular)

ON A SIDE NOTE. anyone else catch how barb reacts after solomon and mc chooses to keep the reason for mc's growing power a secret??? yeahhhhh he defo knows. dude raised solomon and is the demon of time, of course he'd know. knowing him, he probably just wants to see how it plays out, considering he's powerful enough to mitigate any real catastrophe from actually happening (hellooo he was literally contingency plan number 1 from the sf final) love the thought of him just going. heh. this'll be fun to watch :>

ANYWAYSSSSSS im gonna stop yapping now thank u for asking anon and for anyone reading my thoughts. granted i know a lot of these are very tip of the iceberg but i would rather not do a full dissertation on tumblr. knock knock tumblr staff can u add voice notes. no relation to me wanting to yap whatsoever................) (<- says the guy who made and posted an essay about celestial realm parallels to irl catholicism and power structure. WHATEVER!!!!!)