#unnamed streamer au

[tiddygame]

hello im sorry i wrote more for @myriadblvck ’s streamer au ghoap

I time travelled and around 4,000 words magically appeared in a document titled: "you didn't juju on the fucking beat soap" I think I was possessed by something. anyways here’s that:

tw: is it a panic attack? is it just typical ghost angst? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just be careful it's mostly fluffy (ghost is mean to himself cause he almost kissed soap on the forehead)

also i just realized after i wrote this whole thing, this is based on my general knowledge of dog tags… as an american. writing about the british military. so if you know your shit about the british military, uhh sorry in advance. my bad. from a very brief search i think a lot of it’s the same or at least same enough but this might hurt for people that know a thing or two. whoops!

fun fact: did you know for a brief stint (iirc, >40 years from around 1960s to 2010ish) the american military was printing soldiers’ ss numbers on their tags? yeah can’t imagine why they switched back to serial numbers.

Ghost had been pacing outside of his office for three minutes before he actually entered. When he did, he didn’t say a word. Just sat down in one of the chairs, fidgeting. It wasn't that uncommon of an occurrence, he was normally either gathering his thoughts before talking to Price about something more personal or hiding from what/whoever he didn't feel like dealing with.

When it came to mission debriefs, he was clear and concise. However, personal matters were a different story, and based on the way he anxiously opened and closed his hand, he'd guess this was a personal matter.

Price didn’t ask. He knew that whatever it was Simon needed to say would come out eventually. For now, he continued filling out paperwork and trying to figure out what it was that had Ghost so worked up.

Honestly, there wasn't much guesswork involved. Chances were, it was probably yet another leave request. He knew from Gaz (who was such an awful gossip he sometimes wondered how the man made it through interrogation training) that Simon had been visiting some social media person he had taken a liking to.

(Look, yes, Price knew about Twitch and live streaming and everything. He’s not actually that old. However, as long as he kept up the front of the old man who complained about the keyboard on his phone being too small, he didn’t have to deal with social media. Sure, it caused all of them to joke that he was geriatric and on his last legs, but he was able to convince Roach that he doesn’t know what TikTok is, meaning he wasn’t in charge of reviewing all the bullshit he and Gaz posted. A fair trade if you ask him.)

He also knew that Gaz was convinced the two were in love to the point that he and Roach had a bet going to see when they would get together. Price thought it was rather stupid, but he had to admire their ability to keep it under wraps; if the lieutenant found out they’d been placing monetary bets on his love life, he had a feeling he would need to find replacements for the 141.

Regardless, Price hoped that one day Simon would tell him about the friend but, until then, he was happy to fill out any paperwork that would get the poor man off base. God knows that idiot needs a vacation.

Simon was bouncing his leg, messing with his fingers, and staring off into space.

Three of his nervous habits at once? He must be even more worked up about this than Price thought. But, he was a patient man. It was about seven minutes of companionable silence before Simon spoke.

“I need replacement dog tags. I seem to have lost mine.”

Price looked up. He could see the chain around his neck and the outline of them still under his shirt.

"You do?" Price shuffled his documents around, eventually finding a blank piece of paper he could write on.

"Yes sir."

“And do you know what happened to them?”

“I believe they were knocked off during the fight from the last mission. I didn’t notice until later that night when we were back at base.”

Price paused and looked up from where he had been writing.

The last mission had been an odd one. Ghost normally stuck further away, their eagle-eyed lieutenant typically stayed at long to mid-range, watching for hostiles and making sure whoever else was in the field wouldn’t get caught off guard by someone they hadn’t seen.

During the last mission, he decided to engage at close range, a far cry from his usual approach of sniping hostiles from the shadows.

At one point, their lieutenant had been tackled and almost strangled. The fight had pretty much ended, his attacker was the only one left there. Ghost, being The Ghost, dispatched him with ease, but it stuck out to Price. Ghost may prefer to stay further back, but that didn’t mean that his hand-to-hand combat skills were lacking by any means.

He remembered thinking at the time that it was a clumsy mistake, that Ghost would have had to be intentionally trying to fuck up to get knocked down. He assumed the man had just been caught off guard, but he knew that theory wouldn’t hold up to any scrutiny. Ghost isn’t one to get caught off guard.

What was stranger yet still was Ghost specifically pointing it out in his mission report, calling even more attention to it.

Price set his pen down and leaned back in his chair.

“You planned this?”

“I plead the fifth,” said the British man.

Price just continued to stare, curious to see if this was actually going where he thought it was going.

“Is this off the record?” Simon eventually asked.

“Of course,” almost everything the 141 did was of dubious legality. Not reporting a conversation about possible wasted assets was far from the worst thing that had been swept under the rug.

“Then yes.”

“Why?”

Simon didn’t answer. Price waited, giving the man time to gather his thoughts, but based on the way his mouth opened and closed before he slumped in his chair, it seemed he didn’t know what to say at all.

Price had an inkling he might know what this was about.

“You know, Gaz likes to keep me informed,” Ghost looked up at him, somewhat panicked yet resigned, like he already knew what Price was going to say.

“He tells me you have a certain someone you’ve been visiting?”

“Yes.”

“Is this person a friend or…?” Ghost once again paused, calculating the potential consequences of his available responses.

He didn’t answer.

“Hmm,” Price paused, wondering how far to push before he continued, “You want to give this person your old dog tags?”

“Yes.”

Of course he would pre-plan “losing” his dog tags. Price mentally chuckled, leave it to Simon to be such a sap that he wanted to give someone his dog tags yet still make sure to follow protocol so he never actually risked going without them.

He had to hand it to him, it wasn’t a bad plan.

Price had a smile now, knowing his grumpy hard-ass lieutenant had a sweetheart he wanted to be sappy with.

“Romantic or platonic?” Price tried again.

“… I don’t know,” he’d never seen Simon look quite so… forlorn.

Hmm… That would explain his hesitancy.

He was pushing how much Simon was willing to divulge.

“And does this person know the significance of you giving them your dog tags?”

Well, curiosity killed the cat…

“No, they don’t.”

…But satisfaction brought it back. How interesting, the plot thickens.

“Do you plan on telling them?”

There was a long pause, after which it dawned on Price, “You want to give them your dog tags because they don’t know.”

It wasn’t a question, he already knew. Simon somehow slumped further, attempting to hide his face as if he weren’t wearing a balaclava.

His grumpy hard-ass lieutenant. Absolutely smitten with someone yet too shy to say anything, deciding on a quiet confession, one they likely wouldn’t pick up on.

Price chuckled, jotting down the necessary information he would need when he got his hands on the right paperwork, polishing up some of the details of Ghost’s story to make it more believable, before reading off what he had written to Ghost to make sure he got everything right. Ghost nodded once, and that was that.

“Replacement tags will probably be here in two to three weeks.”

“I would like to request leave for two to three weeks from now.”

Price handed him the form, having already grabbed it. He noticed how the man seemed to calm at just the thought of getting to visit his mystery person.

Oh, he thought to himself.

I am definitely joining Roach and Gaz’s bet.

<><><><>

They were lying on the daybed in his streaming room, or, well…

No, that’s not quite right.

Simon was lying on the daybed.

Johnny was lying on top of Simon.

His computer was still softly playing quiet (non-DMCA) music from where his stream had just ended. Instead of turning it off, he had decided to unplug his headset and leave it on, the music just loud enough to be heard.

Simon was sleepily scrolling through his phone, trying to pretend like he hadn’t almost dropped several times while dozing off, desperately trying to stay awake. Johnny had watched his struggle and decided to lay down right on top of Simon, not even trying to pretend like he was trying to fit on the remaining space on the daybed. Why would he when Simon was right there?

It was meant to be a joke, having thrown himself on top of him to annoy the man into sleeping on an actual bed (he claimed he wasn’t tired but the comically loose grip on his phone and the waking world said otherwise.) However, unfortunately for said sleepy man, Simon was very, very comfortable.

His head was resting on Simon’s chest, arms under his back like he actually was just a pillow, one hand reaching higher to feel where Simon’s hair had begun to grow out slightly.

I wonder if he would let me help him cut it…

Simon had said he was like a clingy cat, his free hand running through his hair in the same manner one would pet a cat to prove his point. The joke's on him though, he likes it.

Simon had tried to stop but Johnny didn’t let him, threatening to tickle him if he did.

(“I’m not ticklish, I just don’t want you throwing a tantrum.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say,” he was definitely ticklish, and one of these days he was going to prove it.)

At some point, Simon had given up on keeping a grip on his phone, letting it drop to the side. They would probably have to go digging through the cushions to get it out of whatever crevice it had fallen to. As of right now, the idea of ever leaving his spot was comical at best.

The sun had begun to set, orange and pink tinted light filtering through the sheer curtains, making everything look more like a dream. Or maybe it was just the proximity to the man below him that was making him feel so serene.

Johnny took a second to inhale and exhale slowly, appreciating the moment. He hoped that this memory, this beautiful tranquility with Simon, would be something he cherished for a long time to come.

He knew that they had things to do. Soon, Simon would be catching a flight at some ungodly hour, headed back to save the world yet again. But for now, he was happy to nap away in their own little bubble. He never was a religious man but here in the arms of Simon Riley, he was tempted to think heaven was real, and that it was right in front of him.

“I almost forgot,” Simon mumbled, not sounding any more awake than he looked, reaching up for the collar of his shirt. Thankfully, the hand that was running his hair remained. He didn’t like proving the cocky bastard right, but he probably would have thrown a tantrum had he tried to remove it.

“They had some fuck up along the line or something and accidentally printed me an extra set of dog tags. I was just gonna toss ‘em but thought you might want—”

Johnny was now wide awake, sitting up and yanking the chain out of his hands.

“Don’t you fucking dare throw them away, of course I want them!” Simon’s face reddened, a frequent treat for Johnny now that he had gotten more comfortable going without the mask. Simon might have been good at keeping a poker face, but without his mask, he was a blushing mess.

He wondered if the blush was from his obvious jubilation at the gift or if it was because he was now straddling the man. Such pesky details, however, (even ones that would keep future Johnny awake at night) were far less important than examining the necklace in his hands.

It was obvious this was the older set, the metal worn and dented in some spots though the writing was still clearly visible.

“Calm down, I’m not going to take it from you,” the gruff tone was severely undermined by the aforementioned blush. It was hard to sound tough while half asleep on a daybed and being used as another man’s pillow.

Johnny stared at them for a little bit longer, feeling every dent and wondering the story behind how they got there, before putting them on.

He smiled at the man under him, “How do I look?”

He was going to joke, asking if he looked like a rough and tough soldier ready for war, but something in Simon’s eyes made him stop short.

He was looking with… with… Reverence was far too intense of a word for the softness of the moment but it was the only word that came to mind.

Simon reached up with his hand, grabbing the tags, his knuckles grazing his chest.

Well, that’s just fucking unfair.

Simon was supposed to be the blushy one. Not him, goddammit!

Though, he thinks when they make eye contact, they end up tied for who is blushing the most. They stare for a while, maybe it should have felt awkward but it was too adoring for either to feel any form of uncomfortability.

Neither moved.

It was Johnny that broke first, smiling at him, yet again tracing all of the scars he could see. It was his new favorite hobby, especially when Simon would blush making the scars on his face all the more visible.

He took one more second to sleepily appreciate the man before him, then went back to using him as a pillow. His hands went back to where they were before, one under Simon’s back and one playing with his hair. His head, however, did not fall back to his chest, instead resting in the crook of his neck and shoulder.

Simon’s hand returned to running through his hair, his other now coming up to rest on his back, rubbing up and down a few times before the sleepiness from earlier fully returned with his hand stopping somewhere around the small of his back.

Johnny leaned up slightly and gave a chaste kiss to the part of his neck that he could reach, then settled back to where he was. The hand in his hair paused.

“Thank you, Simon.”

A second of delay, and then the hand continued.

“You’re welcome, Johnny.”

Simon shuffled slightly, getting comfy before—

A kiss, on his forehead.

He couldn’t stop the blush and smile if he wanted to. He snuggled closer before drifting off to sleep.

When he woke, he was in his bed, practically tucked in. His window had been opened slightly, blackout curtains that had been drawn closed now swaying slightly with the breeze. When he focused, he realized he could smell petrichor and hear heavy rainfall outside with the occasional grumble of thunder.

There was a note on his nightstand. As he expected, it was Simon’s handwriting, apologizing for not waking him up before he left. It said that he had made breakfast for him (pancakes, with enough for when his sister would inevitably try to steal them), that he made sure to lock the front door, and left the window cracked.

He giggled sleepily at the last line. Regardless of the context, it always made Simon anxious to have the curtains open, much less to leave a window open. But, he also must've known how much Johnny loved the rain and set his worries aside, just this once, so he could wake up to the rain.

He set the note down and flopped back onto his pillows, his hand felt something cold and he remembered.

The dog tags.

John MacTavish is no stranger to crushes and heartbreaks.

He's had high school sweethearts, been in and out of love, he knows his way around the world of dating. Which is why he most certainly does not squeal and kick his legs while holding the tags like some kid with their first crush.

He did it like a grown man, thank you very much.

He grabbed his phone and sent Simon the worst pun he could think of; it was tradition at this point to send him some god-awful joke before his flight.

Simon has probably already forgotten about the whole exchange. He probably woke up and assumed he threw them away when he noticed he wasn't wearing them. It was probably stupid, an insignificant gesture with no meaning. But to Johnny, it felt like everything.

He sighed dreamily at the ceiling and felt the cool metal once more. Thunder roared outside. He thought about how he had felt in the man's arms. Thought about how much he wanted that again.

God.

His phone dinged and he immediately reached over to grab it.

I'm fucked, aren't I?

<><><><>

Elsewhere, Ghost was in an airport terminal, having far too much time to think.

Over the weekend, it was almost impressive how many times Ghost had talked himself into and back out of giving Soap his dog tags. He really hoped he hadn't made a mistake.

Simon felt the spot that Johnny had kissed and wondered if he remembered it. Wondered if he had meant it.

Simon thought about how Johnny had looked cradled in his arms when he carried him to his room, the way he had reached out for him when he laid him in bed. The way he had grabbed his wrist and clung to it, grumbling when Simon tried to pull it back.

If asked, he'd say that he had woken up late and that's why he was so far behind schedule. He'd keep the part where he sat there, kneeled in front of Johnny's bed, waiting for him to fall back into a deep enough sleep to pull his arm away all to himself. After all, it would have been rude to wake him up, no?

He had made sure to plug up his phone and, upon seeing the forecasted weather, hesitated before opening the window. It was only barely cracked, just enough for the sounds of the outside world to shamble in, but not so wide as to worry about water damage. He stared at it, convincing himself not to worry and that Johnny would like waking up to the fresh air.

He turned back to make sure the man was still asleep, still comfy, but stopped for a moment. He approached the bed and hesitated before running his fingers through his stupid haircut, almost wishing the man would grab his arm and give him an excuse to stay.

He didn't. Simon did, however, lean in to give him one last kiss on the forehead as some stupidly sappy goodbye, before his brain turned back on and he ripped himself away.

What the fuck is wrong with you? What? He grabs your arm in your sleep so you feel entitled to be able to kiss him?

Simon backed away, staring at the hand that had just been in his hair. He felt dirty.

For fuck’s sake, relax. It's not that big of a deal, you did it earlier; the man fell asleep in your arms, a forehead kiss isn't too much of a stretch.

He went to the kitchen and scrubbed his hands for a while, only stopping when he thought about how much water he was wasting. He still felt dirty.

Not a stretch? You don't get to decide that. How would you feel if someone tried to kiss you while you were unconscious? If they said that they felt they should be allowed to do so because you fell asleep?

He had started making pancakes. Something quick, easy, and reheatable for when Soap woke up. Like making him breakfast would make up for trying to kiss him in his sleep.

Why can't you just be normal?

Eventually, and after a run-in with Soap’s hell-spawn of a twin, he had to leave. The time on his phone showed that he should probably already be halfway to the airport by now but he has always been a selfish man.

He had snagged some paper and left Soap a quick note, hoping the apology would make him feel better about worse sins than not waking him up. It didn't.

He stared at the man for a second, admiring him, before he reminded himself that he was a fucking creep and left.

The storm left the flight delayed by 1.5 hours. Ghost had sat waiting, wireless headphones on and connected, but not playing anything. He had far too much time to think.

Simon thought about how Johnny had looked, his dog tags around his neck, silhouetted by the fading light, the sun behind his head as if even the stars knew they could never compare to him.

He stood and started pacing. Amongst the screaming children, feuding families, and people who think they're entitled to listen to their music without headphones, one middle-aged man having an existential crisis didn't stick out.

He thought about how he had never understood weighted blankets so well until Johnny had thrown himself on top of him. It should've hurt. He should've been annoyed. Instead, Simon selfishly hoped he would never get up.

It took him a while to put his finger on what he had been feeling exactly. Finally, he realized.

There, in that moment, he had never been so happy to be alive. It was a startling emotion to discern amongst the swath of negativity he normally felt. It startled him so much, he had snapped out of his reverie and stopped short in his pacing. When he checked the time, he saw he had one missed text from Johnny.

Soap (art streamer): i was trying to think of an airplane joke but none of them landed

Simon chuckled and sat down; he almost forgot about their dumb little tradition.

Ghost: Disliked.

Soap (art streamer): everyone is so mean 2 me 💔

Ghost: It is not my fault your pun was so Boeing.

Soap (art streamer): well i thought i could wing it

Ghost: Did you look up what giving do-

Ghost: About the tags, you

Ghost: I think you make me want to live

Ghost sighed and fell back further into his seat, coming to a conclusion that his subconscious had long ago discovered.

I'm in love, aren't I?

Soap (art streamer): speechless huh? finally, the Wright reaction to my comedic genius

Ghost: Absolutely awful, Mactavish.

Soap (art streamer): :D

Took you long enough, dumbass.

<><><><>

Soap’s twin spent a good bit of time staring at her brother's new accessory.

“Is something wrong?” he challenged, hoping she wasn't in a bothersome mood.

She failed miserably at hiding her shit-eating grin but didn't care.

“Nope!” she replied.

She had run into Ghost early that morning before he left.

"Detergent."

She was pretty sure he never even learned her name, just jumped straight into calling her detergent.

"Ghoul," she greeted, glaring at the man.

Being required by law to not trust him, she checked on her brother as he was still gathering his things and noticed the necklace.

“You gave him your dog tags,” she accused, like she was framing him for murder.

“Yes, I did,” he replied casually, as per usual robbing her of the fight she so desperately wanted to pick.

“Did you tell him what it means?”

“...What does it mean?”

Damn, he was good. If she wasn't convinced that he was the devil incarnate, she might have fallen for his feigned ignorance.

“100 bucks and you buy my silence.”

“I don't know what you mean.”

“200 then.”

“It doesn't even mean anything.”

“Hmm. Well, I suppose you might be right… JOHN!” their neighbors were probably going to complain.

“What the fuck are you doing?” ooh he was getting panicked now.

“If it doesn't matter then you won't mind me telling him to look it up,” she started walking to his room, “JOHNSON!”

“Fucking Christ, woman! Just— Fucking— Here.”

He pulled out his wallet and started counting bills. Damn, that was easier than she thought.

“What did you say? 100?”

“Nope! That was before inflation. Now it’s 300.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? You said 200!”

“So you admit you tried to scam me?”

“Just take the 100 and g-”

She didn't even get to yell, he reached for more before she could finish taking a deep breath in.

“Just shut the fuck up! Here! Three fucking hundred!”

She was tempted to raise her price further, but she was no gambler, she was a strategist. She knew a defeated man when she saw one. If she played this right, she could extort money out of him for a long time to come.

Something, something, vampires not fully killing their victims and all that.

She took the money, counted it, and then held out her hand to shake.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Wraith!”

He didn't shake her hand.

“Christ, both of you are awful.”

He packed his stuff and left, broke, broken, and defeated.

She ate as many pancakes as she could, rich and victorious.

She thought about how much power, how much blackmail she had in this moment.

“I’m fantastic actually,” she walked to her room.

I am going to be so fucking rich by the time they get their shit together.

[once-vel]

more bright cousin au stuff. one time in the dead of night zakri sets up all of unnamed kiv's streaming shit and does an impromptu stream. the entire time he badly pretends that he is unnamed kiv afterward he erases as much of the evidence of this as possible and unnamed kiv only finds out like a year later because they found the vod unofficially uploaded on youtube. the reason unnamed kiv doesn't find out about any of this shit sooner is because their subscribers have developed a culture of staying quiet about zakri's bullshit because it's really fun to see how long they can keep unnamed kiv in the dark

[pretzel-box]

Hello everyone.

This will be a rather long post about some things I wanna adress, including the fact that I plan to stop writing for Pressure, my OCS and other peoples Ocs in the near future.

Down under the cut is a list with my personal view, issues and some other things that lead to this decision. Maybe I miss a lot or don't go too deep into detail but the main points are covered.

But before I would like to add that this is MY opinion and MY choice. I let you think of it what you want but I also request that you respect my actions.

The first point is probably already clear from the start. Maybe some noticed, maybe not but I fell out of love with the fandom and the game itself. It became boring to play, the characters lost their charm and I can't come up with any creative scenarios anymore and the ones that already exists have lost their meaning. This may sound like the typical burnout thing and maybe it is but I'm more than certain that I wanna step away from the game and the fandom to focus on other things that bring me more joy. Maybe I start a multifandom writing blog or I just learn another hobby.

The second thing that is close connected to the first point is the fandom of the game, including the community on tumblr. A huge part are super sweet people with a very creative side. I would go as far and say that I brought some of those together with my projects and writing and it really makes me happy to see everyone interact so friendly on my blog.

But something that I haven't adressed is the fact that there are also plenty of hardcore fans, haters and weird people in my askbox or general in the fandom. It is to be expected when someone gains a massive amount of followers. But I do not accept the fact that people judge me based on what I write, who I write for, when I write and if I write at all. I delete those asks. Some telling me that my community project is awful, unserious and pulls other ocs into dirt. Other people are claiming that I don't write Sebastians Character right and oh wow seriously? I am not Sebastians creator, I do not have that ultimate deep lore and mindset to write a person 1:1. I get hate for my own stories and of course the fans could now come to my protetion and say „But Chea don't listen to the haters, you are amazing“ but it doesn't fix the thing in a slightest.

Also regards the people that praise me, some of them ( I won't name anyone) are counting to those weird people that force me. There were 2 or 3 people that acted all sweet in public only to try and take control of some story plots etc.

Also, I started writing when Pressure was first raising to be popular. There weren't many pressure writers out there. I am usually not someone that posts their work online, I don't comment on stuff and I rarely like something. But I really wanted to see more pressure fanfictions. Now we reached the point where there are more than plenty amazing writers and I can quit. There is no need for me to continue something that only makes me hate myself more because everytime I open my notes to write a story for pressure it feels like a mental torture. I leave the writing to the other blogs.

The status for now:

AASB gets discontinued.

Reverse AU gets discontinued.

Streamer AU will recieve 6 more chapters to end the story on a good term.

House of Entities will get continued for a small period of time, probably till I am done with the Streamer AU. There is no plan for the chapter count yet.

All requests in the inbox will get deleted and the inbox itself will be closed after Streamer AU finished.

Any other unnamed project will get discontinued as well.

All stories, one shots, series, drabbles and other works of mine are free to use. Other authors can pick them up, re-write them or just make an own story out of those. I drop all rights for the ideas and I won't demand any credits either. Maybe someone else would like to continue House of Entities as well.

My final word, which may sound repeating: I do not change my opinion, there won't be any motivation talks or sugar coated words that will change my stand in those things. I know some of you will try and comfort me but this is really not needed. I wish for you all to accept the outcome of this situation and move on more or less.

I apologize dearly because this is very sudden and I hope you all will understand.

-Chea

[wooahaeruby]

Master List

Will be edited as time goes on, currently working on getting the chapters up on tumblr too

The main group I write for is ☆Seventeen☆ but Ateez is coming!

☆Series☆

One Soul, One Heart

This series will include 12 part series for the members of Seventeen. Note that there are only 12, VerKwan will be a joint story (To You explains why).

Fallin' Flower

I am the cowriter/editor for this series. It's a Fantasy, Magic AU written by my friend. Seventeen AU.

List of Members' Soul Bonds

S.Coups/Seungcheol:  All colors in the world got muted and dull Jeonghan:  On the palm of their hand has a counter of how many times they have passed each other. Joshua: Being next to soulmate heals injuries quickly and the injuries that the other gets will leave a scar that appears on the other soulmate’s body Junhui: Both have '5201314' tattooed on them, meaning 'I love you forever' in Chinese text slang Wonwoo: They each have a notebook where they can write back and forth to one another. They can’t give any personal identifiers, but can still communicate things about themselves. Hoshi/Soonyoung: Craves whatever type of food their soulmate is craving (salty food, sweet food, spicy, etc) and a timer Woozi/Jihoon: Countdown timer and the ability to feel soulmate's emotions. DK/Seokmin: Hearing the song the other has stuck in their head. Mingyu: Black and white tattoo that is assumed to bloom with color when he meets his soulmate (Possible change to this) The 8/Minghao: Can hear each other's thoughts in their head/can communicate telepathically. VerKwan: Countdown timers x2 Chan/Dino: Shared Talent and each other's zodiac constellation 'tattooed' on their skin.

☆Finished Works☆

To You

Jihoon/Woozi x Reader

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Tags: Soulmate AU, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn Fluff

Fallin' Flower

?? X Reader

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I cowrote this with @doahaesunshine

Tags: Magic AU, Fantasy AU, Trauma, Depression, Manipulation, Angst

☆Works In Progress☆

Blood Stained Hands

Jeonghan x Reader x Joshua (Maybe more? hehe)

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Tags: Mafia AU, Violence, Non-Major Character Death, Mentions of Drugs

Unnamed Seungcheol Soulmate AU

Tags: Soulmate AU, Teacher, Single Mom

Unnamed Wonwoo Soulmate AU

Tags: Soulmate Au, Streamers/Influencers AU

☆Upcoming Works☆

Unnamed VerKwan Au

Tags: Idol AU, Soulmate AU

☆Social Media☆

Twitter: CallistoSVT

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!! minors dni with nsfw i write (or reblog) !!

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Fics:

❀ | Kitties and Compromises | 4.3k words, enby Hange & fem reader | Hange really wants a cat, and you don’t. On your way to work one day, you hear a distant meowing in a sewer drain.

Headcanons:

❀ + ୨୧ | Nerd Hange hcs | 4.1k words, enby Hange & fem reader | Hange is more of a socially inept lesbian redditor gamer nerd rather than a normal ‘i’m smart’ dweeb. These are general hcs of how you met loser/streamer Hange, things they like and relationship dynamics including you secretly eating them out on stream.

In progress:

🌨 | Once more to see you | 1k words so far, i’m thinking it’ll be around 4-5k like usual | this is meant to take place right after Eren dies, when Armin and the other scouts remember the last conversations they had with Eren prior to his passing. When Eren visits you, he shows you a timeline where you and Hange settled down, which takes place in the same timeline as the EreMika cabin scene.

❀ + ୨୧ | Cowboy Hange hcs | YIPPEE IM WORKING ON MY FIRST REQUEST ! SO EXCITED. it's coming out more story like rather than headcanon like though... oopsie :(

🌨 + ❀ | unnamed fic | i havent even started writing it yet it's just rattling around in my mind | hurt comfort set in an au where levi died instead of hange and you're their lover as you both try to find a sense of normalcy in the ups and downs of post war life.

[steventhusiast]

more streamer au thoughts but this time about how i think the others would be involved

robin doesn’t stream on twitch, but she does make movie commentary videos on youtube. most of the commentaries are at least half-serious, but she occasionally gets steve to guest star and they watch an actually awful film on purpose just to make fun of it. even though robin’s channel is not family friendly, steve still refuses to swear.

nancy and jonathan don’t have their own channels, but they frequently appear in the background of their roommate argyle’s videos and streams. argyle’s channel is called pizzaguy420, a name he came up with when he was 15 and irrelevant, and later refused to change because he finds it hilarious. his shtick is that he plays horror games and games that are notoriously difficult while high, so nancy and jonathan are always there to keep him in check or confiscate his bong (he is so lucky weed is legal in california).

dustin, mike, will and lucas run a group channel for DnD and co-op games they will argue over exclusively. the channel’s called hellfireclub, which eddie will ALWAYS be salty at them for because dustin stole it from him when he was telling them all about his high school DnD club.

max plays first person shooter games, and went viral for verbally destroying a bunch of men she had the displeasure of getting teamed with one game. she beat them at the game too, but their egos were particularly bruised. max’s channel is just ‘maxmayfield’ because she thinks having a thematic alias as a username is cringe.

el isn’t a twitch streamer either, she does lifestyle and day in the life vlogs. her content is all very wholesome, and gets a lot of kids as viewers. just like steve, she tries to keep things family friendly after realising who her audience is. her and steve collab a lot, despite the difference in their content. steve’s the only one who can get her to enjoy a video game (aside from maybe max) and they often play minecraft together.

gareth, jeff and the unnamed freak all have their own twitch channels that are similar to eddie’s and they stream together a lot. their fans love when they do jackbox streams together. unnamed freak is faceless online and no one online knows his real name, so everyone takes to choosing a new name to call him each stream to keep everyone on their toes. one stream, his name is mark, and the next his name is keith. none of them ever directly address the bit, and new fans are always confused but always catch on.

but how do they all know each other? mostly in line with canon tbh but a tad less trauma bonding. they somehow got just as close anyway. gareth jeff and unnamed freak were all still in a DnD club with eddie in high school, eddie and max were still neighbours as teenagers, max and the party were friends in high school, dustin knows steve because steve babysat him as a kid, and steve knows robin because they met at work.

and argyle somehow knows eddie from a random music festival years back (eddie doesn’t remember this) and reaches out to eddie once their follower counts are similar to ‘rebond’ and eddie is baffled enough to respond with a ‘who the fuck are you’ and start a beautiful friendship that exasperates steve to no end.

[spin-birdie]

kinktober day 15: overstimulation

prompt list

word count: ~620

pairing: unnamed tav/astarion

rating: explicit

additional tags: cam streamer au

"That's it, sweetheart," Tav grins.

Gods, they can barely hear themself over Astarion's cries. His cock flexes and throbs without rhythm under the wand in Tav's hand. They've both lost count of how many times he's come, his balls long past empty.

When Tav looks up at stream, chat is going wild. Most messages are along the lines of 'trash that white boy' spammed in all caps, as per usual for their audience, but chat's not the first thing on their mind. No, what really draws Tav's attention is how wrecked Astarion looks. He may be well fed for a vampire, but they've never seen him with a full-body blush like this. And he's drenched with sweat. His head hangs low, hands bound and chained to the ceiling of their play room. Gods know he would have fallen off the sybian ages ago if it weren't for that point of support.

"You can give me another, can't you?" Tav asks.

They pull Astarion up by the hair and drink in the spectacle. His eyes are wide and unseeing; he couldn't be any less focused if he tried. His jaw is slack, his lips bitten a pretty shade of red. His lovely curls have come undone from all the sweat. He scrunches his eyes shut, and fresh tears mingle with the shiny mess of tears and drool covering his face. And that's nothing on the fractured sounds pouring from his lips nonstop.

Tav presses the wand harder against Astarion's cock, raising the vibration level. "You can give me another, can't you?" they repeat insistently.

"Agh! U-u-ngh! Ghk--ohdz! Fuhhhc--! Nggahhh! Aaaahhhaahh! Ngho-- Mm-- Hngh…!! Guhhh!"

Astarion's reply is exactly what Tav wanted - unintelligible nonsense. He's not even gagged or anything.

"I think we broke him," Tav laughs to the audience. The livechat concurs, and they read one message aloud that makes them laugh: "Let's motivate him with a controlled shock."

They lean over to the sybian controls and crank up the vibration to max. Astarion wails, coughs, stutters, writhes against the chains, and sobs loudly. Tav waits for a safe signal, or any sign they should stop, but Astarion doesn't give them one. They lean in to lick the tears off his cheek.

"You're doing so well," they whisper earnestly into his ear. "We're almost done. I'm so proud of you, Astarion." They gently nibble the shell of his ear, running the wand along the length of his cock.

A few seconds later, Astarion goes taut, and his broken mewling breaks off in an abrupt, high-pitched yelp as he hits his peak. Once again, he convulses, his cock twitches sporadically, and the tiniest dribble of prostate fluid leaks out.

"Yes," Tav hisses excitedly.

But before they can celebrate any more, or taunt him with the offer of another orgasm, he goes completely slack in his restraints. Completely unresponsive against the still-active vibrators barraging him.

"Astarion? Oh shit." As fast as they can move, they turn off the toys and lift Astarion off the sybian. "Honey, Astarion, are you okay?"

He grunts when Tav is halfway through unchaining his wrists. He opens his eyes blearily. "Hnngh?"

Tav cradles his face, and a half-terrified laugh bubbles out of them. "You blacked out, honey," they whisper.

"Ah." Astarion blinks, head lolling as he licks his lips. Gods, his throat is probably shredded after all that screaming. "S-Sor…ry," he rasps.

"No, don't be sorry!" Tav soothes. They kiss his forehead, wincing at the feeling of guilt welling up inside them. Later, they tell themself, scratching Astarion's scalp in a way they hope is calming. "That seems like a sign we should end stream," they tell him, loudly enough for the audience to hear.

[zwy01]

Blood Moon AU!! Part 2 - More werewolves

Second part (continued) of my second major AU, Blood Moon AU. The nobles and werewolves basically have a race swap in an almost brand new setting.

For more info, check out my first two posts where I explained the general lore and setting of this AU (highly recommended for a better understanding):

The characters.

Ladybug: Father of Cloudy, whom he had with an unnamed werewolf woman. Many people mistake Ladybug for a dangerous, evil person due to his creepy appearance, but he’s actually a pretty nice dude. The sockets of his eyes are just very deep and people can’t seem to catch a glimpse of his irises no matter how hard they look, hence the assumption that he’s about to suck every passerby’s soul and transfer them to himself to extend his lifespan. Doesn’t help that he’s always smiling. It almost looks like he’s sneering. Ladybug doesn’t mind. He’s too old for this shit. He’d just chuckle and go along with it. He’d strike a menacing pose and bare his fangs, and they’d all run away screaming. Haha, that was fun. Felt great, might do it again.

No one knows how old Ladybug is. It seems like he’s been around since forever ago. The werewolves even call him a living fossil. He takes it as a compliment because it means he’s wise and timeless. Ladybug would be minding his own business and he’d happen to eavesdrop on some werewolves talking about an old story, and he’d spook them by appearing from behind a bush and saying “Oh? Didn’t know the things I did in my youth are being told as Mother Moon’s tales now. Care to recite from the beginning for this old man?” Once again they run away in terror. Oh, poo. Tsk tsk, young pups these days are so sensitive and can’t stand humor at all. At least his daughter understands him and fully embraces his weirdness.

Ladybug lives with his daughter Cloudy, whom he had as an old man. Cloudy’s mother is alive and well; she just doesn’t live with them. Ladybug raised Cloudy for the most part, who is very attached to him. As a retired warrior, Ladybug does farming as a hobby and grows a variety of delicious crops because Cloudy doesn’t eat meat. He breeds special types of vegetables, fruits, and grains for her to enjoy. Currently, his goal is to create the perfect crunchy, tangy sweet berry because his daughter likes those very much. He can’t wait to bake a delicious pie for her with these ingredients and see her smile.

Ladybug’s favorite color is green because his daughter’s eyes are green. It’s also the hair color of his daughter’s mother, who was his lover.

Ladybug is not your typical werewolf warrior. He is also a master of magic, and you can always count on him to know the specific spell to your specific issue if you need help from him. He can both harm and help you, if he chooses to. There’s probably even a proverb that says “if you get fleas up your buttcrack on a full moon night, Ladybug will hunt you down and cook you in a stew” or something. Yikes. Probably made up anyway. Eh, still giving it some credit because it’s a good way to scare the kids and get them to quiet down and go to bed without making a fuss. Lord Peach’s adopted daughter Rosemary is a student and fan of Ladybug. She calls him “Teacher Buggy”. He is extra nice to her because she is part of Cloudy’s core friend group and his daughter always talks about how nice “Rosie” is. Usually, he would reject those who come to him asking for magic lessons, but he gives private lessons to Rosemary. Dang, she must’ve bribed him, lol. Thanks to Rosemary, Ladybug has learned about a certain noble streamer named Zivon Tradio aka “GlitterDream KittyPaws”, who is also a magician. Ladybug isn’t his fan, but he sometimes watches his streams just to criticize his spells. Rosemary thinks it’s hilarious.

Ladybug has no other living relatives aside from his daughter.

Grub: Son of unnamed werewolves. Unlike Ladybug, who just seems creepy but really isn’t, Grub is creepy to the core. It’s just him being… him. 100% original Grub guaranteed. He’s either lying still with his face planted to the ground and mumbling to himself, which can last for hours, or he’s hyper and jumping from tree to tree and finally off a cliff. Once he even tried to dive into an active volcano. There’s rarely any in betweens. It’s okay if he gets hurt, he’ll heal up in no time. It even feels good to get hurt. Fractures, burns, external and internal bleeding, almost-decapitation… he has a new to-do list everyday. He’ll even feel itchy on the inside if he doesn’t let himself bleed every now and then. That’s what the werewolves’ superior healing is for, and he’s totally abusing this ability. He would just shrug it off when people point out to him that he’s basically addicted to self-harm. It’s just called having fun! He would then cackle and squeal and bark back and forth on a crescendo and decrescendo like a total maniac. The werewolves would just assume that he’s under Ladybug’s curse or something, because he clearly isn’t in his right mind. Oh well, it’s not like they have to be friends with him. And who knows if it’s contagious or not, so better leave quickly to be safe than sorry.

Grub’s current self has something to do with his childhood. He was born into a big family, as his parents had many children back to back, litter after litter. He’s just one of the dozens of children. Grub is a quintuplet and the runt of his litter. Initially, his parents wanted to abandon him, as it would’ve been a waste to feed him since he would just die anyway. But little Grub cried and squeaked and howled for milk, as if he didn’t know what giving up was. Then his parents changed their mind. Perhaps they ended up giving him a chance because they were entertained. Sure, they’ll be generous this one time and see how things turn out. If he dies, they’ll just eat him. They even named him Grub out of spite; crawling on the floor on his hands and knees and struggling for life just like a grub. Befitting of such a weak, unimpressive pup.

Grub was strong. He was resilient despite his circumstances. He managed to survive, but his growth is permanently stunted to this day. His childhood was less than ideal. When it was meal time, his parents left little to no prey for him, and he could only watch his brothers and sisters wolf down their dinner because he was too small and weak to even fight for the scraps. He filled his belly by gnawing on bones and whatever had been left over after his family had their share. He learned to break bones and suck on the marrow. Sometimes he’d crush and eat the bones too when he got desperate. Other than that, he’d stuff himself with dried grass, snow, and even dirt in order to stave off hunger. This is why Grub is short and small even in adulthood. Sure, he’s lean and compact, as he’s been eating well ever since he left his hell of a family and taught himself how to hunt, but his height is stuck at where it is now. He’s just a smidge taller than what would be considered a short werewolf woman. Perhaps the lack of nourishment during his vital childhood days had also done something to his brain. Either that, or he was born creepy. Or both. The werewolves are scared of him, but they also pity him. He didn’t choose to become like this anyway. Grub taking extreme measures to hurt himself is probably just his way of coping.

Grub is a warrior, but he isn’t allowed to spar without having many other warriors chaperoning the battleground because Grub doesn’t spar to train. He fights to kill. He disrespects the protocol and has no sense of honor, and won’t stop even when his sparring partner has yielded. There was a time when the warriors had to collectively restrain Grub and pry his fangs off the neck of his sparring partner whom he had defeated in a duel, because he just wouldn’t let go. He wanted to draw blood. More blood. Even more blood. To him, he’s not done until he crushes his opponent’s throat. To this day, the incident’s witnesses haven’t forgotten about all the bleeding and crying and the gruesome screams that had echoed throughout the mountains. Grub’s victim had retired from fighting ever since and went into hiding. And Grub? He never apologized.

Grub doesn’t really have any hobbies other than thrill seeking and self-harming. Maybe he just hasn’t discovered anything yet. Well, he should apply for a job as a communal alarm clock because you can always bet that he’d be screaming and howling by 4:00 am sharp. Even Mother Moon needs her beauty sleep. Grub disagrees.

Grub doesn’t have a crush on anyone as of now. Some werewolves doubt his ability to even recognize members of his pack as his own kind. Can he even see them that way? Hard to say. Grub isn’t dumb in the slightest, he’s just crazy... good for him, then.

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for future posts!

[onsunnyside]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐀𝐔𝐬

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: all the CEvans daddies. organized by character. See 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐔𝐬 for more.

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 — Do not plagiarize, copy, repost/republish, adapt or translate any of my works. My blog is 18+, so minors DNI. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel, etc.). All my works are fiction and may be dark or have triggering content: read all warnings before proceeding.

All unnamed/not tagged prompts: #sonnysprompts

𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒓:

Dark!Andy (uhm… you get knocked up)

𝑨𝒓𝒊 𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏:

ari x brat!reader

baker!ari (lovesick needy!ari)

beefy sugar daddy!ari

cam!stepbro!ari

cult!Ari AU

college football player!frat boy!ari x cheerleader!reader (rivals with benefits)

daddy!ari x trophy wife!reader (to dilf!ari x milf!reader)

dilf roommate!ari

farm hand!ari

firefighter!ari

hunter!ari (dark)

lumberjack daddy!ari

mean mechanic daddy!ari

minotaur au: ari | bull hybrid!ari

orc!ari

older art professor!ari

police officer!ari

robber!Ari

roommate alpha!ari

shy best friend!ari has a crush on you

sleazy cop ari

stepdad!ari (dark doctor!ari)

stoner!ari x oblivious!reader

Sugar Daddy!Ari (with sugar baby!reader, sugar baby!ransom)

tattoo artist!ari

vampire king!ari x princess!reader

werewolf daddy ari (x runaway princess!reader)

𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕:

bad boy stepbro!curtis

Big boss daddy Curtis (ballerina AU)

Daddy Curtis

Lumberjack AU

minotaur au: curtis 

tattoo artist!curtis

𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏:

Soft Dark Jake Jensen

streamer bf!jensen

𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎:

FMX!Johnny Storm

𝑳𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏:

Lloyd Hansen Basement Wife AU

Stache AU (cop AU & swim coach AU)

𝑴𝒓. 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒚:

Mr. Freezy AU (hitman au)

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒎 𝑫𝒓𝒚𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒆:

Sugar Daddy!Ransom

𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 (& 𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚, 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓):

Beauty and the Beast AU

dummies in love (himbo!steve x airhead)

Personal trainer!Steve

Priest!Steve

Professors Stucky AU

Street Racer AU (fast & furious AU)

[voiddemon]

damn girl im for real gonna have to just. make a voiddemon 'here's why everything is this way and here's my bullshit' post. anyway here's every au ever made by MY ASS explained poorly

older orbs: everyone is older, maybe by like 10/20 years. sometimes when i post under older orbs it's like between them being proper adults and them transitioning into being adults. mostly do this with my gay shit because it's fun for me. :) This thing is very very old and has changed a lot as my headcanons have

streamer au: joke au where everyone streams and like every game is just a crazy livestream. most of the time it means the games actually happen and it's livestreamed, but also they just livestream on the side. idk it was fun to draw and think about

LM au: little mermaid skirfluff i've written like. a lot for this shockingly. i lied actually it was only 7k ish words but i've drawn a LOT for it. the whole thing is a lot. go through the lm au tag if you're really interested but tldr mermaids, homosexuals, shadow kirby makes one really stupid decision and it pays the fuck off, dmk is homophobic and got a divorce, prince fluff goes through way too much for a happy ending for real. yin and yarn go through a lot too but they're ultimately good guys. also kin-yarn is canon and somewhat plot relevant, as during the climax they figure out what skirby really is since KINE fuck you. hate and war.

FLIPPEd LM au: very different and not explored super in depth. it's not actually based off the little mermaid really. just makes prince fluff a mermaid who is really homosexual and shadow kirby some guy. yin and yarn are bad guys in this one, since fluff leaves them in charge of everything while he turns himself human to convince skirby to be homogay with him. they then take over but things get better.

western: it's this whole thing and one of those big aus that basically change the whole story and it's like go write a book but no i don't. i haven't posted about it enough to talk about it actually. tldr the mirror world is a physical place, and the mirror worlders start essentially a tiny war with their counterparts. dmk steals galaxia and then gets chased into the fairy lands (k64 land, which hasn't really happened yet), shadow kirby takes a lot of L's then wow what a surprise prince fluff is here, shadow dedede gets his house blown up because dmk and skirby blew up Chateau Dedede (to get galaxia).

anime skirby: Shadow kirby either voluntarily or involuntarily is sent to the animeverse during star allies and grows as a person. he and anime kirby bond and have a cute adoptive brother thing going on and it's the best part of the whole thing. skirby being sent there ultimately puts the world in danger because of how nightmare from the anime works but it all turns out okay in the end'

the unnamed au in which KATAM is delayed until after star allies, but around the time when KATAM should have happened dark mind still appears and takes full control of the mirror world: read the title. uhhh shadow kirby got split into 4 different dudes, shadow dedede is possessed forever and is reduced to a mindless pawn to keep all four of them in check, dark meta knight is girlbossing and thriving and driven by his own ego. the mirror worlders kidnap meta knight to provoke everyone and also for the lols. everyone gets their ass thoroughly kicked. all of the star allies go home happy. prince fluff is a star ally in dmk's place which really isn't relevant but i think it's fun.

evil prince fluff aus: this has so many like offshoots but the main two are: he's gay and evil AND he's just evil. in the gay ones he's usually snapped and lost his shit and decided if he can't be homosexual he's just going to take over the world. in the non-gay ones he's probably possessed by one of the uhh jamba heart things that showed up during star allies. usually yin-yarn is involved regardless of the variant, and he eggs fluff on and works with him (planning to just take over and use him as a puppet eventually)

nightmare scenario: the most out there shit ever actually. nightmare has feelings and is more of a person beyond being a being that only exists to cause nightmares and be bad and stinky and evil. he finds patchland and sets up camp there since it has a dream fountain hidden away from everyone on that planet, and dreamland is close enough on a planetary level that he can hop to the dream fountain there. he creates prince fluff for fun and accidentally brings him to life by dropping him in the dream fountain. Nightmare proceeds to have a custody battle with some fucking guy, he then goes off to be evil and is killed by kirby, then everything else happens as normal and Prince Fluff generally grows up to be haunted by who his father is. nightmare is actually for real dead so over time the universe is shifting the burden of existing as a manifestation of nightmares onto him, which sucks because he's trying to be a good person despite his instincts to do crime. for gay purposes this makes everything SUPER FUCKING COMPLICATED. also prince fluff is hiding who made him from everyone and acting like he doesn't know.

kin-yarn tnt wizards: tjhey have sex on poinjt beta

there's more but like those are the ones i remember/have revealed to the world. you have no idea how much gay shit i have inside my silly brain.

[angelicaether]

WIP Game

I was tagged by the lovely @pinksparkl thank you <33

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP list, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I also have a ton of wips. Most of them are just ideas rolling around in my head but hopefully posting this will encourage me to finish up kinktober and then get started on these. Some are slightly nsfw so read with caution I suppose lol. I'm keeping them vague to keep up the mystery ;3c Also all the writers I follow have probably already been tagged, so if you see this I tag you!

(Humanization) Gavin/Freelancer

(The Unconventional Love of Telepathy) James/Unnamed Listener

(My Ex-Boyfriend’s A Loser) David/Angel

(He’s In Your Bed, I’m In Your Twitch Chat) Streamer!Honey/Guy

(A Tiny Dose of Reality) Caelum & Freelancer

(Unnamed) Shaw-Solaire AU

(You Take My Breath Away) Eli/Sunshine

(The Only Way To Confess) Lasko/Huxley

(Un-Honeymoon Phase) Lovely & Sam

(Pizza and Moving Boxes) Guy/Honey

(Unnamed) Vincent/Lovely/Adam PoTO AU

(Build-a-Boyfriend) James/Unnamed Listener

(First Look) David/Angel & Asher

(Investigative Lycanthropy) Milo/SH

(Out of the Office) Aaron/Smartass

(Off-screen Romanticism) Christian/Amanda

(Unnamed) DAMN Breakfast Club AU 

(Last Summer) Blake/Bestie

(I Vow to You) Shaw Pack  

(Ceramics Class) DamiHux

(My Cellmate is Annoying) Regulus & Vega

(Work Dinner) SH, Warden, Cutie, Cam, Crux 

(It’s Been Too Long) Anton/Listener

(College “Friends”) Guy/Eli/Geordi 

(Windy Whispers) SweetMiLasky

(Coffee Shop AU) Avi/Starlight

(Riding Dirty) Vincent/Lovely

(I Went to Therapy and All I Got Was This Coping Mechanism) Geordi/Cutie

(He’s a Dog (But I Love Him)) Guy/Honey

(Golden Retriever) Asher/Gavin

(Little Brother) Aaron & Eli & Ollie

[sunderedscript]

Hanzo Urushihara [BSD AU]

tw: child abuse, human experimentation

-Basics-

Current Name: Hanzo Urushihara Birth Name: Lucifer Noi Age: ??? (Physically 18) Gender: Male Height: 155 cm Weight: 48 kg Ability: unnamed (Empathy) Occupation: Streamer Likes: Naps, Junk Food, Video Games Dislikes: Cats, His Mother, Needles, Small Spaces Family: Ignora, Sataniel

-Bio-

Lucifer was born to two brilliant scientists, one a lover of peace, and one who sought out perfection. His Father, Sataniel, was often too busy to watch over his child, leaving the young child in his mother's care. Ignora, a geneticist, was seeking a way in which humans would be free of disease and also the root of gifted abilities. What better to use than her own son, gifted and the perfect subject in her eyes.

Her experiments were a success, almost- Lucifer was unable to get sick, and no longer needed to eat or sleep. Perfectly healthy no matter what she did to him. And she would have replicated it, mass-produced the miracle that she had created in her son, if not for Sataniel finding out. Appalled at what she had done to their only child, he took Lucifer and fled. Hiding his son away in Japan before untimely meeting his end at the hands of his own wife.

Lucifer, now going by Hanzo, lives mostly in seclusion on the funds his father had left him. To keep funds, he works as a beta tester and streamer on the internet, refusing to leave the one-bedroom apartment to go outside- So his passage of time is a bit skewed-

-Ability-

His ability is a simple one, to feel(taste) the emotions of those around him. It makes the outside world an overstimulating noise of emotions since he has no way of turning off his own ability or tuning it out. It leaves him drained and apathetic to others. Negative emotions taste better to him-

[once-vel]

i need to got o bed so very badly it is extrmeely late and i can't think straight but instead i am going to think about bright cousin au side plot crew again. on cohost i discussed unnamed kivs role as a minecraft twitch streamer but i think today here on tumbler i will discuss zakris role as a video essayist. he makes 4 hour videos on whatever random shit he feels like in the moment and every single one is increasingly incoherent by the end. he has a very small fanbase of people who very specifically like him because his videos are bad in a fun to watch kind of way and also because they think hes sort of hot

[atalossofwords]

[ 🏷️ ] wip tag game

I got tagged by @aluciahaz ! tysm <3

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

three's a crowd - omegaverse ranpo/poe/dazai

glass tears - ranpo/poe 5+1 things NSFW edition

amongst the trees - zoro/sanji/yamato part of "loved the wolf"

let joy itself be clawed - zoro's part of "loved the wolf"

be my mirror, sword and shield - jason todd/danny phantom, with jason as Danny's undead knight

to come home - ichigo/xanxus, cloudy sky!ichigo, chapter 3

our justice must be blind - roy/dick, heavily bdsm inspired

corpse garden - a poe thinkpiece/character analysis.

[unnamed] - alien stage ivantill streamer au

[unnamed] - artemis fowl meets the waynes, possibly artemis/damian

I am... Not friends with many writers on this site, so this is your excuse to do this without being tagged!! I'll make sure to check the post of everyone who says they got tagged by me and ask about a WIP <3

[spin-birdie]

kinktober day 9: spanking

prompt list

word count: ~680

pairing: tav/astarion

rating: explicit

additional tags: generic/unnamed tav, cam streamer au, premature ejaculation, a bit of humiliation kink peppered in there

"How many was that? I need a number, Astarion."

Tav's voice is firm and uncompromising, but it's hard to conjure a number when their palm is caressing his battered, oversensitive ass. The stinging pain coupled with the soothing pattern of Tav's fingers is a sensory cocktail that'll be his undoing sooner rather than later.

"How many?" Tav repeats impatiently. "Don't keep the viewers waiting."

Astarion stutters and squirms, trying to get his brain to reboot. "T-T-Twenty…four?"

He knows he got it right when Tav spanks him again. The slap itself is drowned out by Astarion's scream of pain, and he can't contain the whimper that slips out afterward.

"Twent-ty-five…"

Another slap, harder than the last. "Very good," Tav purrs.

"Twenty-six!" Astarion gasps.

His erection, trapped between his stomach and Tav's thigh, is starting to get painfully hard, now. Every slap jolts him forward, which causes his cock to rub against Tav's trousers. The friction is painful, but he's drooling precum regardless. His body shakes from the strain of staying still.

Tav reads a message from the live chat, but it goes in one ear and out the other. He's too strung out to chance a look at chat for himself. With their audience, it would either be a lust-destroying bad joke or a lascivious comment that would make him come too soon.

"Almost there, are you ready?" Tav asks, kneading Astarion's buttocks with their nails until he chokes on a sob. They don't get any kinder; one, two, three, four heavy smacks. Too fast to even try to count aloud. The second makes him gasp, the third makes him scream, the fourth comes this close to buckling his elbows.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-- Gods, nhhuugh…"

Tav chuckles wickedly. "Those aren't numbers, darling. How many are we up to?"

"T-Twenty… Uhh… Twenty…twenty-- no-- Thirty…o-one?"

He feels a hot flash of shame as the words leave his lips. He's completely lost count, and the way Tav tuts with disappointment is the only answer he needs.

"So close, my love," they tease. Their nails dig into his bruised flesh hard enough to make him shriek, hips bucking involuntarily. "You know what that means…"

Astarion's resolve cracks, and he releases a broken sob. "No, please, I can't… I ca-an't last that long," he begs. Tears finally fall from his eyes when he blinks, which only fuel his humiliation.

"Colour?" Tav whispers.

"Uh…g-g… Green," Astarion replies, almost too quiet, even to his own ear. Tav has to repeat him, but his nod of confirmation assuages their concerns.

Their dominant mask slips back on effortlessly. "Then it's a shame it's not up to you, darling. Let's get a poll rolling; chat, what punishment does he deserve? Reset the count? Maybe…cage him?"

His cock throbs hard enough to force a grunt of pain from his lips. Tav's fingers toy with Astarion's ass, caressing, kneading, parting it to run a delicate finger over his entrance…

"Maybe slip a toy inside this time around?"

Tav's suggestion is enough to make him writhe uncontrollably, embarrassingly wanton noises tearing themselves from his throat.

"Oh?" Tav grins. "Maybe not. Our dear pet seems to like that idea far too much," they giggle.

With a frantic "Fucknonononnnnuuughhh!" Astarion loses all control. Humiliated tears pour down his face as he comes, grinding helplessly against Tav's thigh. He sobs openly, muffling himself in the bedsheets, and sounds as ruined as he feels.

Tav, the smug prick, just laughs when they realise what's happened. When they speak, even without looking up, Astarion can hear the sharklike grin on their lips.

"Okay, okay-- new poll. Cancel the other one. New poll: how do we punish our dear pet for coming without permission?"

When Astarion risks a glance at the livestream, chat's moving too fast for his eyes to catch any one message. The viewers who aren't just meming on him are shocked and delighted at his pathetic display, and each suggested punishment is crueler than the last.

"I don't know about you guys," Tav continues, "but I'm thinking a new count, the cage, and a prostate toy would be a delight to watch…"

Astarion can only weep.

[kayla-crazy-stuffs]

Unnamed Mer Crossover part 2

Here's the second part of our crossover!!! >:) You can read the first part here

Friendly reminder, Unnamed Streamer au belongs to @squishys-soft-stories and the tiny mer! au belongs to me @kayla-crazy-stuffs

Tw: Safe/soft vore, digestion mention (none happens), slight (accidental) fearplay and language.

Wrote by @squishys-soft-stories

Sapnap frowned. He had been sitting on the beach for quite a while, after being assured by different Karl that his Karl would be returned when Bad arrived. Bad still wasn’t here, and the sun had started setting. Dream and George had tried to get him to calm down multiple times already, but he refused.

He wouldn't relax until he had Karl back. "You said that Bad would be here by now, so where is he?" Dream spoke up, pulling Sapnap out of his thoughts. "He gets distracted sometimes, so maybe he got caught up in something?" Mer Sapnap spoke. "Oh really, like what? A freaking shell?" Sapnap snapped in response.

"Bad isn't like that, it had to have been something important." Mer Dream responded harshly. "Oh, really? Then what is keeping him?" Sapnap scoffed. "Sapnap, calm down, okay? Karl's going to be alright." Dream reassured. "You know, I bet he went back to get Skeppy. Dad's clingy like that." Mer Dream giggled. "Well I can see where you two get that from." Dream counters. "Hey!" Mer Sapnap returned. Sapnap finally relaxed, even if it was just a little.

“Wait, hang on, Bad is your father?!” George shouted. Mer Dream nodded, and George looked like he was going to faint. “So you two are brothers?!” The group laughed. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like if we were that close.” Dream replied. Sapnap laughed a little. “Hey look! It's Bad!” Mer Dream shouted. 

:] wrote by @kayla-crazy-stuffs

Bad continued on his way to the beach, everyone was probably a little bit worried that he was a bit late, or rather, quite late. The sun was beginning to set. He placed one of his hands on the storage, rubbing gently in circles.

“Skeppy? Are you okay?” “Yup, all good! I managed to calm the boy down a bit, how much longer until we get there?” the blue mer replied, looking at the boy who was hugging him for comfort. “Very little, I’m almost there. I see the shore.” Bad said, starting to emerge from the water.

As soon as he was out, he was greeted by his little children, Sapnap and Dream. “Hey dad! You’re finally here!” yelled both at the same time. After greeting them, he looked at two humans who were quite similar to his sons, maybe that was the reason that the little human that was with Skeppy looked so much like Karl…

“Hey! I want to see Karl, now!” demanded the one he assumed that was the other Sapnap. “Okay, okay, no need to yell like that, just give me a second.” Bad answered to the human Sapnap. Bad concentrated for a moment, closing his eyes.

The storage muscles gently squeezed the little ones pushing them up, reaching the mouth in a few seconds. He placed the little ones on his hands, making the blue mer shout. “Skeppy, fucking joined!!!” “Skeppy, language, you muffinhead…” Bad replied as he gently placed them on the sand.

:] wrote by @squishys-soft-stories

As Sapnap’s eyes wandered onto Karl’s shaking form, he found out what pure disappointment felt like. And as he protectively wrapped his hand around Karl, he wished that nothing would touch him. He wiped away the saliva that coated his friend with his sleeve, and finally came to terms with how evil and cruel the landlord had truly been.

He wished he could’ve been there for Karl, to be there to work him through his fear, and yet, they had been miles apart. He pulled away his sleeve, and held his friend closely to his chest. “How the fuck could you do that?! You could’ve hurt him! You motherfucker!” He hissed. “Hey, language-” “Language my ass. Last I checked my fucking language was English you motherfucker.” He watched as Bad floated backwards a little.

He felt Karl tremble again, only angering him further. He felt Dream place a hand onto his shoulder, but he shrugged it off. “Sapnap, please calm down. Karl’s safe, is he not?” Dream tried to reason with him. “He may be safe physically, but not mentally. You know what he did.” Sapnap hissed in response.

“What you did was unacceptable. Don’t you think of touching Karl again, you bitch.” Sapnap watched as tears slowly crept out of Bad’s eyes. He didn’t care, this was only payback. “I-I was honestly just saving him-” “Saving him? Yeah, okay. Save someone by eating them. Smart.” Sapnap retorted. “Just leave-” “Sap?” Sapnap paused.

He slowly pulled his hands away from his chest, allowing the sun to grace Karl’s tiny head. “Sap, he-he saved me. Even if it wasn’t the prefered way. I-I’m safe, am I not?” Sapnap wanted badly to smack some sense into Karl. His reasoning was terrible. “He got Skeppy for me, when he noticed that I was scared. Sap, there-there weren't any acids this time.” Karl finished.

Sapnap was speechless. What could he say. He stared at Bad, who seemed to have let all of his tears escape. He felt immediate regret as he let Karl back down onto the ground. He let Karl run to Bad's side, only to make it about halfway into the water. He watched as Bad reached down and carefully picked up Karl.

“This is the one time that I would be okay with this, Sap. And if you can’t accept it, then you can just leave me here.” Sapnap watched as Bad carefully held Karl, approaching the shore. He let Karl free onto the sand, gently patting his head. “I-i’m sorry, I-” “You were worried, scared. Yeah, I understand. You need to watch your language though.” Bad chirped smugly.

Sapnap sighed. “Bad wouldn’t hurt anyone.” Mer Dream chuckled. Sapnap softly smiled as Karl approached him, meaning that Sapnap was watching as Karl’s face fell, and his movements paused. “Karl Jacobs.”

+ A drawing of Sad Bad :[