#who is editing these blue emojis to make them pink.

[bloomshroomz]

Alternate Genderqueer Flag

[Pt: Alternate Genderqueer Flag]

I'm not a big fan of the most commonly used genderqueer flag (the lavender, white, green one), for a few reasons:

It's very similar to the UK suffragette flag, which is commonly used by TERFs to signal their trans exclusionism in the modern day, to the extent that emojis in those colors (🟪⬜🟩) are commonly used in the bios of TERFs online.

The common genderqueer flag focuses on one specific type of genderqueer person (people who fit the definition of nonbinary), rather than broadly including all people whose gender identity, modality, or expression exists outside cultural expectations.

I'm not a huge fan of how the colors look together, though this is much less important than my other concerns.

As a genderqueer person, I wanted to make a genderqueer flag that is more inclusive, less easily confused with symbols adopted by TERFs, and (according to my own preferences) more visually appealing. I put a lot of thought into it, so here's a breakdown of the symbolism behind the stripes.

Lavender represents queerness and the epicene. Lavender is traditionally used to represent LGBTQ+ people, representing queerness. It is also a shade of purple (a combination of red/pink and blue, commonly gendered colors), representing the epicene (people whose identity, self expression, or sex cannot be strictly distinguished as either male or female, masculine or feminine).

This stripe is included at both the top and bottom of the flag, signaling its double meaning, as well as showing that everything between these stripes is encompassed by them.

Blue represents subversive masculinity. Blue is commonly used as a "masculine" color, and is used here to represent masculinity which subverts the expectations placed upon a person due to the circumstances of their birth or development. This includes masculine women, butches, transmasculine people, and anyone else whose masculinity defies the societal expectations placed on them.

White represents transition and inclusion. The white stripe in the trans flag represents the process of transitioning, among other things. In this flag, "transition" can refer to medical transition, social transition, or even just acknowledging to yourself that you're trans. White is also the combination of all light, representing inclusion. This stripe is used twice to signal its double meaning, but its placement among the other stripes was simply chosen for aesthetic reasons.

Yellow represents breaking the binary. Yellow is the opposite of purple (representing the binary in this case, rather than epicenity), showing a rejection or subversion of the gender and/or sex binary. This includes nonbinary people, altersex people, and intersex people whose intersex experience has impacted or "queered" their (relationship to) gender. This stripe was also heavily inspired by the use of yellow in the nonbinary and intersex flags.

Pink represents subversive femininity. Pink is commonly used as a "feminine" color, and is used here to represent femininity which subverts the expectations placed upon a person due to the circumstances of their birth or development. This includes feminine men, femmes, transfeminine people, and anyone else whose femininity defies the societal expectations placed on them.

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This flag is public domain, and anyone is free to use it for any reason!

Edit: Added a darker version for those who may prefer it!

[castaway-achlys]

Welcome to the Blog!

Color Key!

Who is who?

Admin will speak in red, and posts will be tagged as "admin speaks."

Castor will speak in blue, and posts will be tagged as "castor speaks."

Pollux will speak in pink, and posts will be tagged as "pollux speaks."

If two of us are speaking at once, the colors will be split on the text, and the two people tagged! For example: "Hello to everyone!"

Disclaimers!

Important things to read in this section are purple and bold.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning that any of my characters can (and likely will) date multiple people. That being said, those relationships will not intersect with each other.

Admin and their characters are 18+, and this blog can contain mentions of alcohol, drugs, NSFW, and other adult type content. Posts that do will be tagged accordingly as "tw (insert thing)". For example, "tw drugs". The exception to this rule is NSFW, which will be tagged as "castaway from public." I follow the 18 and over rule regarding my characters and substances, but you do you!

Pollux is not the main character on the blog. The blog will focus on Castor.

Almost all posts will be in lowercase, which is intentional.

Almost all tags will contain a period/full-stop, which is also intentional.

Posts may contain swear words. These will not be tagged. I am not your parent.

Follows, asks, and likes will not come from here, as it is a side blog. If I reply to something on the wrong account, please let me know before I make a fool of myself.

Asks will always be colored to match the color key, and signed as "— (insert person) (@castaway-achlys)"

Private messages will be out of character unless otherwise discussed.

Actions can be done as short form or as full sentences, and will always appear within asterisks.

Castor and Pollux are based off Greek mythology, but are not 100% true to the tales. They are based mostly around the mythical creature Orthrus, and the Dioscuri, Pollux and Castor.

Their last name, Achlys, can be pronounced as ack-liss or ack-lees.

If you're an anonymous frequenter of the blog, please sign off as something, a name or emoji or anything you'd like, so that we can keep track of you! The boys and I do enjoy making friends!

For both our mental health, mine and yours, if we do something to offend you, please let us know so that we can have a mature conversation about it. Admin and you, not the characters, lol.

Rules!

Rules and regulations to abide by!

First and foremost, don't be fucking weird (in a bad way).

Pro-shippers, MAPs, racists, homophobes, transphobes, etc. Do not interact.

If you're a minor, don't interact with anything NSFW that I post. Doing so will result in you being blocked or having me barge into your messages to scold you. Or both. You have been warned.

Other OCs, canon characters, etc, are absolutely welcome, please feel free to interact with me! I don't bite.

You can spam my messages if we're friends or mutuals, even if we're just acquainted. I don't really care, just try not to spam my inbox or vent without asking me if I'm okay with such things. I'm usually fine with vents, but I really can't always handle someone else's mental health as well as my own.

Please be respectful to everyone!

Please use tone tags if asked, and don't be alarmed if I message you for any clarification on things. Tone is hard to read on the internet.

Please do not involve any of us in drama, plotted or not, without notifying us or asking if it's okay first.

These rules can be added to at any time, but I'll try to announce if I make any edits!

About Admin!

Important things about the Admin!

Admin is 22 years old.

Admin is non-binary, pansexual, and polyamorous.

Admin uses they/he pronouns, and would appreciate if you used them when appropriate.

Admin has diagnosed ADHD, and most likely, undiagnosed autism.

Admin is an omnipotent being of sorts. They can interact with Castor and Pollux, as well as other people/characters within Twisted Wonderland.

Admin does not have a physical form that is visible to Twisted Wonderland inhabitants, he appears as a voice that just occasionally interacts and comments on things.

Admin can't be killed or harmed by anyone in Twisted Wonderland, and yes, this means you, Malleus Draconia.

Admin simply just is, and will occasionally pop in, most commonly in the tags.

About Castor Achlys!

Important things about Castor!

Castor is 18 years old, and born on May 22 under the star sign of Gemini.

Castor is the older twin out of him and Pollux.

Castor is transgender, female to male.

Castor uses he/him pronouns, but tolerates they/them if the person is a stranger.

Castor is pansexual, but if you ask him about his sexuality, he has no idea. He is able to love anyone, regardless of gender, genitalia, etc, if given the chance.

Castor is from the Ignihyde dorm and specializes in technology.

Castor is a first year, chosen by the mirror at 18.

Castor is a genius and extremely fast learner.

Castor's main focus and hobby is gaming, where his username is Castaway, hence the blog name.

Castor is extremely fond of animals, especially cats.

Castor has an immense amount of strength, an inhuman sense of smell and hearing, and is very fast.

Castor is only 5 feet, or 152cm, tall.

Castor has bright pink eyes and dark blue hair.

Posts will be made containing his appearance and more, which will be linked here as soon as they are up!

Castor's backstory.

Castor's Partners!

Suitors? Pspspsps.

♡ Archie — @nightonthemountain — June 2, 2024 — castor's north star. 🧭

♡ Che'nya — @your-local-grinning-cat — June 27, 2024 — castor's kitty. 🌙

About Pollux Achlys!

Important things about Pollux!

Pollux is 18 years old, and born on May 22 under the star sign of Gemini.

Pollux is the younger twin out of him and Castor.

Pollux is a cisgender male.

Pollux uses he/him mostly, but any pronouns are fine with him. Call him whatever you'd like! He is comfortable in his gender identity and doesn't believe that pronouns are indicative or equal to one's gender.

Pollux is bisexual, but has a preference for men (transgender inclusive-- transgender males are males too!)

Pollux doesn't attend Night Raven College, but if he did, he would want to be in Pomefiore.

Pollux, unlike his brother, learns things at a much slower and normal speed, and does not excel at most academics. He does enjoy learning, though, and is intelligent in his own right. (School and standardized testing is not a good measure of intelligence.)

Pollux is the one who introduced Castor to games, and plays them a lot with him. It is also his main hobby. At this time, Admin has not given him a clever username.

Pollux doesn't have a favorite animal, but enjoys bees a lot.

Pollux is also strong, but has a normal sense of smell and hearing, and isn't the fastest due to his size. He is not overweight, just a bit lanky and very tall.

Pollux is 6 feet and 1 inch, or 185cm, tall.

Pollux has features opposite to Castor-- in that he has dark blue eyes and light pink hair.

Pollux does involve himself with weed frequently, so if you're uncomfortable with that, please block the tag "tw drugs" for us! Don't worry, he's responsible! Mostly.

Posts will be made containing his backstory, appearance, and more, which will be linked here as soon as they are up!

Pollux's Partners!

Who is Pollux involved with? Hehe.

♡ Umbrance — @nightonthemountain — May 28, 2024 — pollux's moon. 🏔️

Other Information!

Important things that don't fit anywhere else!

Ask games will be available sometimes! They will be tagged as "ask game — (insert title)."

Castor, Pollux, and I's first ask game (still ongoing) is here!

Admin hasn't had Castor and Pollux officially commissioned for a reference of their looks yet, so picrews are available for you to get an idea of what they look like! They are tagged as "castor picrew." and "pollux picrew." and will always have a link to the picrew and any other ocs included so you can check them out!

Anon List!

Anonymous blog frequenters will be tagged as "(insert something here) anon."

🌈 anon.

Thank you to cafekitsune for the free use dividers!

[bread--quest]

[IDs: Three different digital drawings, all in a simple, cartoony style. The drawings are of personifications of various Blaseball teams. The first image is a 3-panel comic showing the Millennials and the Garages, the second is an edited XKCD comic showing the Magic and the Spies, and the third is a collection of various drawings, with tumblr posts assigned to the characters who are "saying" them.

The Millennials are a person with light pink and blue hair in a half-ponytail, wearing a hoodie and with a visor displaying emojis on it over their eyes. They say "girl u r (caps) killing it!", making finger guns and smiling while the emojis displayed on their visor are the double exclamation marks, fire, and 100. They then cross their arms and say "girl idt its (caps) moving anymore" as the visor emojis switch to the fire and two different question marks. In the final panel, they hold out their hands with an expression of distress, visor emojis now the exclamation mark, raised hand, and stop sign, and say "girl u can stop biting", with "girl" and "stop biting" in caps. The third panel also shows the Garages, who have blue sideshaved hair and are surrounded by blue fire, angrily biting at the png of the melted Coin/Boss.

The Magic are a person with dark brown skin and dark green, braided hair, wearing a light yellow ranger's uniform and a pink wizard's cloak and hat. They stand next to a tree and speak into a walkie-talkie, saying "the eagle has left the nest!" with a look of delight. The comic then shows the Spies, who are a person with pale skin and black hair with lavender streaks, wearing a trenchcoat, fedora, scarf, and sunglasses, so their features are almost entirely obscured. They are also holding a walkie-talkie, and say "*khhkht* roger that. alert the agents." *khhhkht*" The Magic turn to them with a look of annoyance, throwing their hands in the air and saying "will you stop that?" (stop that is italicized). The Spies are then drawn in only lineart, with the lines being partially erased and the caption/sound effect "*abscond*".

The various characters shown saying posts are: 1: the Firefighters, who are a person with pale skin, fire hair in a high bun, and blurred fire emojis for eyes, holding a piece of paper that is shown in an inset to read "you have mental illinois" and happily saying "i have been diagnosed with chicago". 2: the Sunbeams, who are a person with light brown skin, short yellow hair, multiple arms and eyes, a slight yellow glow behind their head, sitting in a red area with white bones jabbing up from the ground and saying with a happy expression "(sitting in the pit) you guys really make this hell-hole a hell-home [blushing emoji]". 3: The Jazz Hands, who are a person with light skin and short light blue hair that fades to white wearing a bowtie and top hat, pointing at a purple card reading "xvi" while saying with an angry expression "Pilots, if you keep this shit up you're going to find out why the tower is considered the most evil tarot card". 4: The Crabs, a person with brown skin, short brown hair in a ponytail, a crab claw in place of their right hand, crab-colored patches on their face, and antennae, are smiling while saying "well i can comprehend these manmade horrors perfectly so idk skill issue". 5: The Tigers, a person with light brown skin, short orange hair, and a tiger tail and ears, wearing sunglasses and sitting in an inner tube, grinning and saying "floating down the river styx on an inflatable donut and high-fiving all the lost souls i pass. i'm on vacation". They have one hand raised to high-five another, ghostly hand. End IDs.]

now that we know a team is canonically a Thing that can Do Stuff (like become an Ace??? maybe?? listen just go with it) i feel justified in posting these. also i've been getting too many followers anyway, i need to thin the pack with some good old-fashioned Weird Cringe Nonsense (proud)

[tigerwriter]

[ID 1: A screenshot of a twitter ad by QueerQuirk-dot-com, @/TheQueerQuirk that reads, "We're officially the [plug emoji] to get HRT style pills without a doctor's note." The advertisement is for "EstroLabs Estrogen Alternative" and claims "No prescription needed." It shows a picture of a pill bottle in white, light blue, and pink, labeled "I Can't Believe it's not Estrogen!" End ID 1]

[ID 2: Text reads: "And let's talk about the benefits! "I Can't Believe It's Not Estrogen" is like your very own magical, hormone-boosting fairy godmother. Whether you're hitting high notes in the voice pitch app, or casually perusing r/traaaaaaaaannnnnnnnns while sneaking glances at your developng chest bumps, these estrogen-enhancing essentials are just the right spice to add to your transformation stew. So go ahead, mix it up, let "I Can't Believe It's Not Estrogen" lead the cha-cha-cha of your life. After all, who needs a fairy godmother when you've got Ashwagandha by your side?" End ID 2]

[ID 3: A screenshot of an EstroLabs product listing for "Femboy Tummy Pills with MCT," featuring a bottle with a pink label showing a white-haired anime-style character lifting their shirt to show a flat stomach. End ID 3]

[ID 4: A screenshot of a Reddit post linking to the "I Can't Believe It's Not Estrogen" product listing and stating, "This website is selling a product they call 'I can't believe it's not estrogen' and the marketing is clearly such that it is targeted at transgender women who do not have access to hormone therapy. There are testimonials claiming how well it works and all kinds of other nonsense.

"Ashwagandha as a natural root/drug raises your normal levels of LH. Luteinizing hormone acts on whatever gonads you have to increase their output.

"As a result, a pre-HRT transgender woman taking the supplement would literally produce more testosterone on it than they would normally produce, inducing the literal opposite effects of what is advertised.

"This has been sent to me now by both a friend and a patient asking if it was a good idea for them to take to help with their transition. It is not, not only is it terrible for an MTF that's pre-HRT, it's just a flat-out evil and cruel thing to do.

"Normally I don't make warnings on stuff like this but this is trending on Twitter right now and I want to make sure that nobody that comes here is ever fooled by some nonsense like this. Please be very careful when it comes to taking supplements that can alter your hormones.

"This post they have made, it's been viewed over a million times. I shudder to think how many people who don't have access to gender affirming therapy or who have lost it in states like Florida will be fooled by this and end up making their situation even worse so that someone else can profit off their suffering." End ID 4]

[ID 5: A second screenshot continuing the previous reddit post. It reads, "Supplements that claim that they will boost your estrogen often do the exact inverse if you are a MTF because the way that they function is to increase the output of gonads. So for cisgender women, yes, that is exactly what it will do. But if you have testicles, it's just going to make you more testosterone. "

The post includes a link to the Twitter post above, then continues,

"Edit: finally Twitter is starting to show some evidence that this would do the exact opposite of what it's claiming to do." End ID 5]

[ID 6: An AI-generated photo of a dark-skinned person with purple dreadlocks. There is a strange glitch at the neck where a shirt collar warps into a tattoo, and the face does not properly connect to the hair at the forehead. End ID 6]

People have pointed out this is also data-harvesting. Do not give these evil shitheads personal data like names and addresses.

This site has been going around Twitter trans accounts quite a bit lately, so just pointing out here too that it'll do fuck all, they're exploiting trans people at a time when hrt is particularly hard to access and please don't give them your money

[pridewishes]

Welcome to PrideWishes !!

(standpride -> pridefulking -> gothamspride)

Requests : OPEN

Please read our rules + dni before requesting, found under the readmore. Our flag making and gender coining blog is @seradeic .

☆ RULES ☆

This blog is for primarily pride icon requests, though normal icon requests are just fine.

Credit for flags not easily accessible is usually in the post description, just click the link. Credit for transparents not found on wikis or made ourselves are found in the tags.

ONLY 1 - 2 requests per ask

We delete asks on whims / randomly. Feel free to ask for inbox checks

Refer to us with they/them or no pronouns. Mod 🍒 or just the emoji is fine.

We're an adult [22] and white. We are a system and occasionally sign off on who's fronting but not often. (Emoji members you'll see mentioned are 👑, 🎮, 💋, 🩸, 🍀, 🎵)

We do not use the blue/green gay flag, the sunset aroace flag, or the pink yellow and blue pan flag.

Tone indicators are more of a pain than a help, so please refrain from using them.

We aren't into all the media we make icons for.

Hate will be deleted. If you dislike us / don't agree with us just block.

☆ DNI ☆

anti-anti / pro-ship

islamophobic / support nazi or white supremacist ideals

aro/ace/bi umbrella (pan, omni, etc.) exclusionists

you use the split attraction model for non aro/ace ppl or support mspec lesbians or something similar

pro endogenic or any non-traumagenic systems

use the term f*mboy without being TMA

sexualize age regression

cult related urls

uncritical of the media you consume

ED / proana / self harm / traumacore / irl gore blogs

☆ Blacklist ☆

Media we won't make edits for. For some we block fans of.

aph / he.talia

the arca.na

ava's d.emon

att.ack o.n titan

big mo.uth

btd

camp cam.p

darling in t.he fr.anxx

dbh

dsmp

eddsw.orld

harry potter

lore oly.mpus

miss koba.yashis drag.on maid

nek.opara

obey me

object shows

popee the performer

ranfr.en

sanders si.des

south p.ark

vivzipop media

yandere sim.ulator

[cdmagic1408]

Onward Fan Art Shout Out - 14

Theme: Desserts! 🍰 🧁 🍪

It might not seem like it at first glance but even desserts can be art too!

Just about once every week or so when I look in the Onward tag on instagram there's usually a post in the mix that contains one or more of the following: frosting, sugar, chocolate, icing, candy...you name it!

But there are two other important things I see in those posts as well, and that is—talent and Onward!

Not only are the desserts I find so amazing (like for real some of them I could never make myself! they're so extreme!), but the thought, time, and dedication to make each of them in the first place shows me that Onward is not invisible and very much appreciated, that all these people who make desserts see how special it is! and actually choose to highlight what stood out about it to them!

So Quest Masters...let's give a hand and credit to all of these chefs and bakers, for crafting all this Onward culinary art!

and if any of us want an Onward-themed birthday sometime or dessert ideas for a future Onward anniversary or a potential fandom in-person get-together, hopefully these choices serve as great inspiration!

(also gonna sneak in this chef emoji—👩🏻‍🍳—next to any desserts that come with a tutorial on how to make it!)

Artists

titeyscake - this whole cake looks absolutely lovely! a very nice drawing of Ian and Barley! love the sparkly blue night sky aesthetic behind them and around the cake! and the 3D-ness of the wizard staff!

emmalou_cakes - this is one of those cakes where I wonder why you would want to eat it in the first place! like this is a pure sculpture! everything about this cake is so amazingly detailed and clean, especially guinevere! and the placement of the bros? awesome job!

cookingandcraftchick - the editable gelatinous cube! which I believe won't disintegrate your mouth, throat, stomach, or digestive system if you eat it lol, but ngl this would make a great Onward themed party snack because it speaks Onward specifically and a thrilling scene that was in it! 👩🏻‍🍳

sugar.by.jeanette - ok but to recreate Wilden's bottom half like this definitely takes a lot of time and effort! like this isn't your typical round or square cake! this cake has a lot of different parts to it to bake and put together! it blows me away!

macarons_by_agatha - fact: I love a good macaron every once in a while. and the purpley pink and blue color shades of these onward macarons are positively gorgeous! also the added shapes and images on them are very adorable too!

pnw_neen - it would be just a crime not to include cupcakes in this post! so here they are! it honestly might be the lighting but I love the sparkling and glittering effect the frosting of these cupcakes are giving off! it speaks magic! also it's blue you can't go wrong with that!

kooky.crumbsandcrafts - wow lots of 3 year old birthday desserts on this post apparently! yay for 3 year olds!! thank you for loving onward! it means so much! anyway...ahhhhh! these are beautifully colored and beautifully drawn cookies! and it's done repeatedly too! the re-drawing on each cookie is very nicely done!

cherrycakeco - okay...this recreation of the Lightfoot house is undeniably AMAZING, like this cake artist nailed down lots of great detail from Ian's window to the mushroom roof to even their yard! I wanna say you could easily confuse this as an actual 3D model! that's how remarkably real it looks! 👩🏻‍🍳

graysons.mom.makes.cakes - not to be confused with the pretzel wizard staff with the strawberry phoenix gem, this is a chocolate and buttercream cake with glass candy! the detail on the staff is amazing and the glass candy makes a really great gem texture!

kyscakes3 - the curse dragon!! they put the freakin CURSE DRAGON on this cake! the design and placement of it around the circular surface is so well done! and the colorful gems provide such a nice touch too! oh and the frosting looks absolutely yummy!

[imagineredwood]

🍒 The Lingerie 🍒

Summary:  EZ and Amaya are trying to see who will be able to make the other one cave first when it comes to sex, and she has a trick up her sleeve.

Pairing: EZ Reyes x Amaya (OC)

Warnings: Sexual content, teasing nothing else really 

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: Look at me actually getting a story out that I wanted to do and not forgetting lmao 

Edit: Tell me why I said she was gonna pull her panties to the side like he asked and then proceeded to write her taking them off 💀 I fixed it

Amaya grinned as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, turning to get a look at her ass in the lingerie. The pink was bright and electric against her skin, the material form fitting and clinging to every curve and solve of her backside. She nodded as she admired herself.

“Stunning.”

Turing back around to face the mirror now, she looked herself over one more time before leaving the bedroom and heading into the living room. EZ was due to be back any minute now and she was just counting down until she could surprise him. He had been busy this week, so much so that she had barely been on the receiving end of his attention, much less his affection.

Sure, he sent her texts through out the day, checking in on her and letting her know that he was ok. Every now and then her phone would buzz, and she’d look down to see he had sent a simple heart emoji or the kiss. While those were adorable and romantic considering his lifestyle, but sometimes she wanted more. She was head over heels in love with the youngest Reyes brother, and the golden boy knew it.

And so the teasing had started, poking playful fun at how quick she was to jump his bones, as if he wasn’t just as enthusiastic when he initiated with her. It had turned into a bet then, to see who would be the first to crack and jump on the other. Both were confident that they could win of course, but Amaya knew that despite how fine EZ was, she had this one in the bag.  The Mayan had started off playing dirty though.

The first night he had decided that despite usually sleeping in jeans like a heathen, he was going to actually wear briefs to bed. That had almost broken Amaya’s resolve immediately, but she had managed to keep it together, ignoring he way the white material stretched over his thighs and another noticeable area. Then he had decided to ditch the flannels for the day and had gone back to his trusty cut off under his kutte, arms and veins on full display. Once again, Amaya had managed to keep it together.

But last night he had taken it too far, when he had facetimed her out of the blue. She was nearly asleep, already dressed for bed and sleepy eyed. He had stayed at the trailer, far too exhausted to ride home to stay the night with her after the long day across the border. He had called her, his face popping up on the screen making her beam. She had answered quickly, happy to see his face and hear his voice. Her happiness had quickly been muddied by arousal though as she took in the sight of him. He was topless as he laid there, one arm folded behind his head while the other held the phone at his face. Amaya had squeezed her thighs together at the sight but figured she would fight fire with fire.

So she pretended she didn’t notice. EZ knew that his chest and arms were her weakness, and he knew that was the way to crack her, but she wasn’t budging. And he kept trying, folding one arm across his chest, then stretching it above his head, his bicep on full display.

Nothing.

He’s knew he had to use extreme measures then and had dropped the tone of his voice, letting the low rumble that he knew she loved so much out as he palmed himself, telling her how much he missed her, how he couldn’t wait until he was home tomorrow to taste her. He had riled her up, had her breathing faster and then just as quickly as it had begun, it ended.

‘Well, I gotta go to sleep querida. I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night.’

And then he had really ended the facetime, leaving her there wet and frustrated. She had taken care of herself, of course, but it wasn’t the same, and she knew that if he was gonna play dirty then so was she.

That’s where this new bright pink set came in. She was dressed to impress, everything shaved smooth and moisturized. She had put on his favorite dark cherry scented perfume when she had gotten out of the shower, pairing it with her custom shimmer lotion to make sure her skin glowed at every angle. Now all there was left to do was wait for him to get home. She knew that she was going to win, it was just a matter of how long it would take for EZ to crack. Not long, if the thong and heels she wore were any indication. They were two of EZ’s favorite things to see her in and she had paired them tonight to concoct his kryptonite.

She was pouring herself a drink as she waited, the low rumble of his bike able to be heard in the distance. She smirked to herself, grabbing her glass of pink Moscato for the aesthetic and putting it to the side as she cut up some cheese and salami.

She had her back to the door when EZ walked into her apartment, putting together her snack tray. Using the key she had given him to unlock the door, EZ could hear her moving around in the kitchen, her music playing as always, and called out to her like he usually did.

“I’m here, Maya.”

“In the kitchen, baby.”

The Mayan followed her voice into the kitchen and his eyes nearly flew out of his head as he laid eyes on her. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she smiled brightly, acting as if she was just wearing sweats and a t-shirt.

“Welcome home, mi amor.”

She walked up to him and left a kiss to his lips before raising her hand, holding a little cracker stacked with a cube of cheese and the salami up to his mouth. He let her feed it to him, his eyes still on her in awe of how beautiful she looked. She grinned as he ate the snack, brushing the crumbs out of his beard, and then just like that she was turning around and walking back into the kitchen where the tray she had set up was sat.

EZ however stood like a statue in the same place, trying to fight the rush of blood that was heading south, but it was no use. He was already half-hard, and he knew right then that he had lost. No way was he going to be able to keep his hands off of her. Not when she looked so good. Finally breaking out of his trance, he walked across the kitchen, sliding up behind her. He pressed himself against her back, the hardness tucked away in the front of his jeans obvious as it pressed into her lace covered behind.  She smirked, though he couldn’t see it, and played dumb.

“Good day?”

EZ sucked his teeth, not entertaining the games and bushed her hair off her shoulder so he could kiss up along the right side of her neck.

“Don’t act like you don’t know you already won.”

At that, Amaya chuckled.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about, sir.”

EZ laughed and nuzzled into her neck, hands wandering over her hips and tummy, the tips of his fingers brushing over her lace covered mound.

“That’s a lie, but I’ll let it go since you look so good.”

He was turning her around then, taking the cracker from her hand and tossing it down onto the counter before bringing her arms up to wrap around his neck. She obliged and held onto her man, acrylics scratching at his scalp softly.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were hitting on me.”

EZ shook his head at her playfulness, his own fingers tampering with the straps that hooked into her garters.

“Oh, I’m definitely hitting on you.”

He was pressing his mouth against hers quickly then, done with the charade. He kissed her hungrily, not caring about the gloss he could feel smearing against his own lips. His hands were reaching behind her, grasping right below her ass on the backs of her thighs and lifting. She hopped and wrapped her legs around his hips, holding onto him as he walked with her to her bedroom. She grinned as they made their way, the Mayan dropping her down onto the bed gently. She got up on her knees and sat there like that, looking up at him as he started stripping down. He was naked soon enough and she motioned to him with her finger. Always good at listening, EZ got into the bed with her and laid down, Amaya quickly settling on top of his naked form. She leaned down for a kiss before sitting back, hips moving and swaying both in time with the music and just with what felt best.

EZ sighed in both happiness and pleasure, letting her do what she wanted for the time being. He watched as she grinded down on him, her hands grasping at her breasts as he sang along. She reached down and unhooked the garment from the garters, pulling it up and over her head leaving her in just the bright bubblegum pink thong. EZ cursed under his breath, unable to keep his hands to himself anymore.

“Fuck, you look so good mama.”

He ran his hand over her right breast, the very tips of his fingers tracing over her nipple before continuing up. He slid his hand over her throat, Amaya tossing her head back to give him all the room he needed. He held his hand around her throat softly for a moment, squeezing ever so gently before letting it slide back down between the valley of her breasts and over her tummy. He was growing harder and harder under her, his bare cock growing sensitive at the material of her panties. He reached for the thin strap on her hip, tugging at it gently as he looked up at her.

“Want me to take them off?”

He shook his head, eyes hungry and leaving no room for argument.

“No. Just pull em to the side.”

Amaya obeyed and slipped the thong over to the right, exposing herself. She placed her hands on his chest and ran them along the ridged muscles, a soft moan slipping from her lips. EZ smirked, his own hands going down, one to hold onto her ass while the other lined himself up with her opening.

“Not being such a brat now, huh?”

Amaya shook her head with a sly smile, needy for him.

“No. I need you too much. I can resume later though.”

EZ chuckled and then lifted his hips, pushing up into her and groaning as her warmth enveloped him. She moaned, squeezing him tightly with both her hands and her walls.

“God, you always feel so good.”

She let her eyes slip closed as she began to ride him, her ass bouncing every time she sunk down on him. She kept her hands on his shoulders, fingers tensing as she reveled in the pleasure he brought her. EZ simply kept his eyes on her the entire time, loving to watch her face as she took what she needed from him. With as much as he wanted to drag this out, he needed to feel her squeezing and pulsing around him and reached his hand down to rub his thumb along her clit. Amaya whimpered and removed her hands from his chest, leaning back instead with her hands braced on his thighs. The angle alone had her quivering, but the added stimulation of his thumb on her clit had her release visible on the horizon and EZ knew it.

“Good girl. There you go.”

Amaya smiled at the praise, EZ always one to make her feel uplifted no matter what she was doing. Her hips stuttered for a moment and EZ reached for her, bringing her forward to rest against his chest. Her walls clenched around him in anticipation, knowing exactly what he was about to do. Tucking her arms underneath herself, she laid on his chest as EZ bent his knees and put his feet flat on the bed, his hips pistoning up into her now. She cried out, the feeling almost too much as he bottomed out inside of her. He was carefully, as always, but give her everything he had until she was clenching around him like a vice, small tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as her Old Man hurled her over the edge. EZ groaned and growled, his hold on her almost bruising as he finished, painting her within.

He let his legs fall back down flat to the bed, his body relaxing from its tensed state. He held onto Amaya lazily with one arm, the other tossed onto the sheets at his side. Amaya breathed heavily as she tried to take in the air she had lost during her orgasm, cuddling deeply into the crook oh his neck the way she always did after they finished. EZ grinned tiredly, reaching up to hold onto the back of her head softly.

“You good, mi vida?”

She was still to spent to response verbally, simply throwing a lazy thumbs up at him. He chuckled and turned with her, both on their sides now as they looked at each other. EZ reached forward, running his fingers up and down her shoulder as he conceded.

“I gave in kinda quick, didn’t I.”

Amaya laughed and nodded in agreement.

“Of course you did.”

“Can’t help it with you.”

She smiled lovingly and EZ returned it, both looking down as her stomach growled suddenly. EZ pulled her to sit up with him then, tugging her hand as he began to climb out of the bed.

“Let’s take a shower and then we can go eat that fancy lunchable you made.”

Amaya taglist @buttercup812 @noz4a2 @breakingnewsin-no-oneasked @morena-barbie @thesandbeneathmytoes @joannasteez

[1-800-roflmao]

Wash Day Delight Pt. 5

Rating:  General Audiences

WARNINGS:  None

Fandom:  Undertale (Video Game)

Relationships:  (Papyri Harem) Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Underfell)/Reader, Papyrus (Underswap)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale) & Reader,  Papyrus (Underfell) & Reader

Characters:  Papyrus (Undertale), Reader, Edge (UF Pap), Blue (US Sans), Stretch (US Pap), Sans (Undertale), and Mentions of Other AU Skeletons

Add. Notes: Reader Is POC - mainly mixed/black coded with thick curly hair. I try to keep descriptions vague. Anyone is welcome to read.

*Papyrus has a moment to himself. Enter Sans, Blue, and Stretch. Edge proposes a toast.

**EDITED SINCE TUMBLR MIXED UP THE PARAGRAPHS

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Papyrus was practically beaming at the opportunity he had caught by the horns that morning.  What a spectacular way to start his day!  He’d been only a little worried that she might shoot down his idea.  Okay, he had been very worried.  Especially considering she had explained she planned to do chores today as well.  Thank goodness, his brilliant mind was in tip top shape today!  And he didn’t have the little human here to fluster him.  It had also been lucky that Blue was there.  The excitable version of his brother had been quite eager to help him convince her to come over once he realized who he was texting and what was going on.

“REMIND HER HOW MUCH SHE LOVED OUR MASTER BATH!”  “SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE PAMPERING HERSELF AND RESTING.  CHORES ARE NEITHER OF THOSE!”  “WE CAN ASSIST HER WITH THOSE CHORES IF THEY REALLY NEED TO BE DONE…”  “TELL HER I’LL GET MY BROTHER’S HOODIE FOR HER!”

That last suggestion he remembered had resulted in a long pause before Blue had laughed awkwardly under Papyrus’s questioning and only slightly judging gaze.  His judgemental gaze was soon pulled to his phone as she had replied with a wide-eyed emoji and then stars and then finally: 

Fluffy:  Promise?

He didn’t know whether to be impressed by Blue or disappointed in his friend that it had taken the simple promise of a hoodie to get her to agree so quickly.  Was it because it was Stretch’s specifically?  There was no way to tell since they had not offered anyone else’s clothing.  It stung for some reason.  Idly, he rubbed at his sternum to ease the odd pain away as he sent a reply back. 

CoolDude:  THE GREAT PAPYRUS! AND MALEFICENT BLUE! NEVER BREAK A PROMISE.

CoolDude:  WE’LL BE OVER IN JUST A FEW MINUTES TO PICK YOU UP

Fluffy:          Could you give me thirty?  

Fluffy:          I need to get dressed and pack a bag.

CoolDude:  OFCOURSE!  SEE YOU SOON!

Needless to say, it wasn’t long after the two had convinced her to come over that the whole household was made aware they would have a guest today in the family group chat.  Blue had run off to find his brother with a promise to come back in time to go.   Papyrus assumed he was going to try and convince his brother to give up his hoodie for the day.  They technically didn’t need it till later though.  Most likely she would be rushing off to the bathroom as soon as she stepped foot into their home.

Pocketing his phone, he settled into finishing the task Blue had been helping him with.  There were only a few more dishes left to clean from their late breakfast--brunch?  Was it still technically too early for brunch?  Shrugging, he lost himself in cleaning and tried not to watch the clock obsessively.  So hyper focused, he didn’t notice his brother shortcutting into the kitchen just beside him.

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Sans just watched Papyrus currently wiping at the same spot on the counter for what seemed the umpteenth time.  “hey, bro, think you missed a spot,” he finally decided to make presence known.  He was rewarded with very on brand screech as his taller sibling nearly jumped through the ceiling in surprise.  Quite a feat considering they had purposely high ceilings.  

“SANS!!!”  Sans’ lazy perma smile just perked up as his brother stomped a foot and crossed his arms, sockets narrowing.   “WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT USING SHORTCUTS IN THE HOUSE?!”  Papyrus scolded, foot tapping away.  

“not to,” he answered without a care.  His tone said it all.   He’d do it again and again.  This was a war Papyrus would not win.  He bit back a laugh as his brother just sucked in a breath, palms pressed together in a praying motion in front of his teeth.  “aw, paps, come on, it’s not that bad,” he pleaded playfully.

“YOU ARE CORRECT,” Papyrus started and Sans arched a brow bone in mild surprise, “IT’S NOT THAT IT’S BAD.  IT IS SIMPLY FRUSTRATING THAT YOU HAVE TWO PERFECTLY FUNCTIONAL LEGS AND YET, YOU FIND EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO NOT USE THEM!” 

Sans just smiled in turn and that smile just stretched wider as he watched his brother literally flinch and glare even harder.  “NO.”  His sockets were practically curling with how big his smile was getting as Papyrus continued to command him to cease.  It was too late though.  It was already in motion.

“just trying to get a leg up on life, bro.”  It was like music to his nonexistent ears as Papyrus screeched that signature NYEH! of his.  He would have tossed a few more puns his brother’s way, but… “so, what has your spine in a twist?”  While he could guess what had his brother stressing--considering a certain human was visiting today--it did not hurt to ask.

His brother’s lazy pun had done its job to lighten his mood significantly.  He had expected more, but instead Sans had thrown a curveball.   The question was sobering.   He wasn’t stressed.  He wasn’t worried.  He wasn’t… right?   Picking up the rag he had used to clean the counters, he brought it to the sink and started ringing it out.  “MY SPINE IS PERFECTLY ALIGNED AS USUAL, SANS,” he replied, tossing the rag in to a small hamper just outside the connected laundry room.

Silence followed and he could feel his brother’s eyelights boring into his back.  “uh huh…” Yeah, that tone said he hadn’t believed a word of it.  Rather than pushing with words, his brother had settled for simply staring and tapping at the counter.  It was a battle of wills at this point.  

Just as the tapping of his brother’s phalanges against the countertop was starting to tick away his resolve, the tension was shattered as Blue reentered the kitchen with his own brother in tow.  Papyrus could hear the energetic version of  his brother nagging at his lazy self to wash his hoodie before lending it out.  Finally turning around, he aimed a bright smile at the swapped brothers; pointedly, he ignored his brother’s judging gaze.  “BLUE, I SEE YOU’VE SUCCEEDED IN CONVINCING YOUR BROTHER!” he declared, marching up to the two. 

A little amused huff escaped Blue, “DIDN’T TAKE MUCH CONVINCING HONESTLY,” he admitted.

“OH?” Papyrus looked to Stretch for elaboration and the other just gave an easy shrug.

“little miss has been eying my hoodie for a good bit,” he stated, an amused lilt to his voice, “was honestly surprised she never tried to sneak it or ask for it before now.”   

“SHE DIDN’T ASK FOR IT,” Papyrus found himself saying before he could think better of it.  It wasn’t a lie, but why did it feel like he said something mean.  That odd feeling was pressing at his sternum again.  

Stretch simply rolled the lollipop held in his jaws from one side to the other.  The hard candy clicking gently at the back of his teeth as he leveled a seemingly unbothered stare on his doppelganger, but Papyrus knew no matter how much the slouching brother seemed to act like his brother, he was still a Papyrus and Papyri were more observant than they often let on.  He knew those honey colored eye lights were searching for every little cue to put together the puzzle put before him.  

“THAT IS TRUE.  I DID OFFER IT,” Blue cut in, a shared moment of eye contact between the older brothers missed by the younger.  

 A little hum could be heard from Stretch as he straightened up with a roll of his shoulders in a mock stretch.  “hadn’t meant it to come off like that so let me reword,” he started with a short chuckle.  “she’d been wishing on all our sweaters and hoodies,” he amended, his lazy smile pulling up at the corners as he now had to look slightly down at his doppelganger without his usual slouch.

That ugly, heavy feeling wasn’t pressing as insistently after Stretch’s words.  “OH…” Papyrus hoped his voice came off as neutral.  Sadly, he could feel his magic betraying him as his cheekbones warmed.   

“you all can’t tell me you’ve never noticed,” he challenged the room, finally breaking his staredown with Papyrus as he looked to the other two occupants.

 Sans was the first to input his agreement with a shallow nod as he leaned on the counter.  “she tries to be subtle about it,” he remarked, an easy smile on his face as he rested his chin against his palm, “sneaking little glances here and there, dropping little hints…” His sockets closed with a happy curve as his deep laugh rumbled in his chest as he remembered the offhanded questions and shy beating around the bush their friend opted for instead of simply asking outright to borrow one of their jackets. 

Opening his sockets, he resumed watching his brother.  His light pink flush had dimmed and he had lifted a hand up to his mouth, digits curled as he seemed to be thinking.  He just smiled more as Papyrus seemed to be relaxing as he worked through his thoughts.  The more anecdotes they shared, the more his sockets seemed to widen with understanding.  

“LET’S NOT FORGET SHE HAD TRIED ACQUIRE YOUR SWEATER JUST LAST NIGHT, CREAMPUFF.”  Edge’s voice cut through the chatter.  They had all jumped and seemed to move as one to look at the sharp skeleton currently shutting the fridge door.  When had he come in?  Had they been so engrossed they had somehow missed him coming in?  Edge just smirked smugly at all of them as he carried the carafe of lemonade over to the island.

Sans just chuckled and turned his attention back to his brother.  His brow bones perking as he saw Papyrus’s smile wasn’t strained anymore and his tense posture had fled.  A glance to Blue and the other gave him the tiniest shrug before following it with a sneaky thumbs up.  Yeah, everything was good again.  Let’s not question it for now.  “hey, bro, don’t cha have a guest to pick up?” he commented.

The energetic duo both looked to the clock on the wall. A rather impressive synchronized gasp left the two. “NYEH!” “MWEH!” “WE’RE LATE!!”  The smaller skeleton just barely managed to catch the taller by the hand as he went to dash out the door.  “SORRY, PAPYRUS!  NO TIME FOR THAT!” Blue rushed out an apology before the smell of ozone filled the kitchen and barely a second later they were gone. 

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“hey, Edge, mind pouring me a glass of that lemonade?” Stretch had settled at the island with a hopeful smile.  

   His request was met with a huff as Edge opened the cabinets above and retrieved a glass for himself, “POUR YOURSELF ONE, ASH TRAY.”  

The orange clad skeleton just hummed  around his lollipop before grabbing the sweet, honey flavored treat by it’s stick and removing it from his mouth.  “aww, why not?  you poured one for Sans there and he didn’t even ask,” he pouted playfully, gesturing to Sans who was nursing his glass of lemonade  just beside him. 

“don’t have to ask when you’re-” Both Papyri still in the room shot him a warning glare before he could even finish and he lifted his hands up in mock surrender.  “fine, fine , tough room,” he joked.  Edge just rolled his eyes, while Stretch let his glare linger a bit longer to make sure Sans didn’t try to sneak it in.

“I REFUSE TO WATCH YOU RUIN A PERFECTLY GOOD GLASS OF LEMONADE AGAIN,” the sharper skeleton stated as he poured his own glass and took a sip, sighing at the refreshing taste.  

Stretch feigned insult, “i’m not the only one who puts honey in their lemonade, edgelord.”

“NO, BUT I WOULDN’T SAY YOU ARE PUTTING HONEY IN LEMONADE WITH YOU,” Edge started, wrinkles forming on his nose ridge in disgust as he spoke, “NO, WITH YOU IT IS MORE ACCURATE TO SAY YOU PUT LEMONADE IN YOUR HONEY.”  He took a long sip like he could taste the sticky sweetness on his tongue and needed to wash it down.  

“you got me there,” Stretch popped his lollipop back in his mouth and settled in, laying against the counter with a resigned sigh.  He could hear Edge grumbling about how of course he was right.  Rolling his lollipop, he moved his attention back to Sans.  The prime doppelganger had simply been sitting quietly with an easy smile on his round skull.  As if sensing Stretch’s stare, his white eyelights locked with honey colored ones. 

“need something, pal?” The words held no threat or warning, just an invitation to ask away.

“what was up with your brother earlier?” Stretch already had a guess.  He just wanted confirmation at this point. The stout skeleton apparently had no plans to play along and just shrugged noncommittally.

“no clue what you’re talking about, Stretch,” Sans replied, finishing off his lemonade with a satisfied sigh, “thanks for the drink, Edge.”  He sent a genuinely thankful smile Edge’s way before the smell ozone once again filled the room and an empty glass was abandoned on the countertop before a now empty seat.

Edge fought down a smile that tugged at his teeth.  It wasn’t too hard with Stretch still in the room though.  Currently, the laidback skeleton was watching him with a curious look. “WHAT?” he snapped, scowling as a knowing grin was aimed at him.

“you’re in on it,” the other stated matter of factly.

“I AM IN ON NOTHING. AND QUIT THAT CLUELESS ACT,” Edge snipped, crossing his arms with a cocked hip, “I WAS THERE LONG ENOUGH TO SEE YOUR POSTURING EARLIER.”  It had been a surprise to see the usually passive skeleton standing to his full height and purposely towering over their prime version.  He cut off Stretch’s denial with a sharp growl, “I WON’T LISTEN TO BULLSHIT, STRETCH.”

Stretch just gave a defeated chuckle as he sat up in his seat.  “two for two today, Edge.  you’re on a roll,” he commended. 

Edge didn’t see nor hear any regret from his alternate.  The two simply took a moment to stare each other down.  A silent measuring up before the standing skeleton reached up into the cabinets and set down a new glass.  Curious honey eyelights watched as a lemonade was poured to only fill half the glass before it was slid over to him with a gentle push.  

 “what’s this?” Stretch questioned.  He leant forward in his seat and tilted his skull as he shifted his stare from the half full glass to Edge who was refilling his own.

“LEMONADE,” he answered smartly and Stretch didn’t bother restrain his rolling eyelights.

“i can see that.”

“THEN WHY ASK?” 

“you know that’s not wh-”

“JUST FILL IT WITH YOUR INFERNAL HONEY ALREADY,” Edge snapped, cutting Stretch off with an impatient scowl.  

Knowing he wouldn’t get anywhere with his darker counterpart, he fished in his pullover pocket and pulled out his signature bear shaped honey bottle.  Snapping the top, he upended the bottle over the glass and squeezed.  The viscous, thick amber liquid cut through the pale white lemonade and pooled at the bottom of the glass.  It took a minute to build the thick layer he wanted and once he was done, Edge handed him a spoon begrudgingly to stir his monstrosity.  Finished, he looked to Edge again questioningly only to see the other holding up his glass.  The sharp toothed skeleton had a cocky smirk on his skull, “IF YOU’RE SERIOUS ABOUT THAT CHALLENGE EARLIER, JUST KNOW YOU HAVE COMPETITION.”

Stretch was sure his jaw was on the floor as he realized what was going on.  He had known the tougher skeleton was soft on their human, but he hadn’t thought it went further than platonic interest.  That only left Willow and Mutt from the Papyri who seemed to show no romantic interest.  At least he hoped.  That may change considering today was the day for surprises.  Sucking in a breath, he sat up and raised up his own glass, tapping it against Edge’s with a less intense smirk of his own.  “noted,” he acknowledged, “but the true competitor is Creampuff, ya know.  you’ve seen those two together.”  

Edge nodded.  It was hard to miss the looks those two often sent to each other.  It could be absolutely suffocating at times to be in the same room as them when they start acting sweet and fluffy.  He took a moment before tapping his glass against Stretch’s for a second time, “A SECOND TOAST TO THE IDIOTS FINALLY WAKING UP,” before they each took a sip of their respective drinks.  

[peaches-writes]

super random prompts for today bc im feeling nostalgic~

tw // death

at 1100 years of you fulfilling your punishment as a human turned grim reaper, no one could blame you when you confess that you don’t really know yourself now if the promise you swore to chan before he died by your sword in his first life is still serious or holds meaning to you. it was a long long time ago, already muddled in your failing memories, when you swore to the joseon era prince that you would ‘find and torture him in every life he gets’ because he invaded your village and branded you as a criminal (which ultimately led to you doing the things that got you landed with your current spiritual punishment). at present, having already met different versions of him in his subsequent lives and delivering him to the afterlife each time without fail, you’re not sure anymore if you can still hold onto this promise and cause him trouble. after all, every version of him that pops up on your radar throughout the centuries never remembers what he did in his first life, let alone remember you. plus, the only time he sees you now as a grim reaper is on his death bed, when you come to fetch him and confess to causing some of the misfortunes he’s experienced in the life that he’s lived. 

so imagine your surprise when the gods inform you that chan only has one reincarnation left to spend and that he’ll spend it in the 21st century seoul, right where everything started. you’re then furthermore petrified when this version you meet not only has the ability to see and interact with ghosts by his 3rd eye but also finds the journal you unknowingly drop at his neighbor’s funeral: filled with notes on him and his previous lives as well as the confusing feelings you’ve unconsciously developed over the years. the final nail in the coffin, however, is that he’s not smug about it when he eventually finds you at the local graveyard, unlike how you expected of the chan from the joseon era. instead, he asks you all about his past lives, your punishment, and what he should expect in his next life if he has any. this time, with no means of escaping from his 3rd eye and his dangerously fast biking skills, you’re forced to confront the soul of the person you once called your enemy. 

more of the kids under the cut!

minho receives a google form link from you at the strike of midnight on your 1st anniversary as a couple, initially opening it on the assumption that it’s the survey form you previously coerced him into agreeing to answer for your senior thesis. the computer science major is then thoroughly surprised when the link opens to a red and pink-themed form titled, “y/n’s boyfriend application!” with questions ranging from, “full name so i can flames it with my name” to “rate my annoying habits from ‘i love them dw’ to ‘this is probably going to be one of the future reasons why we’ll break-up.’” he messages you first before anything else, asking you just exactly ‘what the fuck is this application for, babe?’ to which you only reply with a spam of winking emojis. actually, you only reply with winking emojis and actual winks when he decides to videocall you into answering him, leading minho to answer the form while you’re peeking over on a small browser on his laptop screen. your boyfriend mainly answers the questions lightheartedly, even reading his answers aloud to you after (”what number on the fan do i like? four, of course!” “minho, you’re a monster.”). that is until the last question which he only smiles at before spending the last five minutes of your videocall typing continuously then ending the call after submitting, preventing you from interrogating him and his sudden change in behavior. 

it’s only after the call that you see his answer to the last question (”why do you love me”), an entire eight paragraphs of him just mindlessly rambling about whatever comes at the top of his head to answer the question: ranging from his favourite and least favourite memories of you together, the things he loves about you coupled with the things he claims to not like about you (before shyly admitting towards the end that he still finds things to love about them), and an “overall there’s a lot of reasons why i love you: some i’ve mentioned, some i haven’t, some i’ve discovered, and some i will find out about in the future when we celebrate our 2nd year anniversary, 3rd, 4th, and the ones we’ll eventually forget what number they’re supposed to be because we’ll probably be married and busy with a lot of other things ;) there’s just no one definitive answer to this question, to be honest, but this is what comes at the top of my head. happy one year, baby <3″ 

when the fabric of reality that blankets seoul is reported to have been ripped at the seams, you start mysteriously losing some of your personal belongings to the parallel dimension’s version of your apartment. at first you blame it on your public enemy no. 1 and roommate, changbin, who does have a habit of borrowing things without permission and forgetting to return them. when you find a blue-haired and heavily tattooed changbin using your hair dryer in the bathroom one day (clearly looking very different from the roommate you’ve been living with for 6 months who has blonde hair and piercings only), however, only then do you realize that it’s been your roommate’s parallel version who’s been unknowingly receiving your things. what’s more surprising is him getting visibly confused at you initially throwing a fit at him when you mistook him as your real roommate, explaining to you later on that he and your parallel version are dating. you purposely avoid parallel dimension changbin for a few days in embarrassment from the latter, that is until he sits you down in the living room a week later (while your dimension’s changbin is out at his part-time job) and asks you, “so, what’s your problem with my parallel self? maybe i can help!”  

only parallel dimension changbin proves himself to be unhelpful when all he comments on your subsequent ramblings is a cheesy grin and, “your roommate’s probably in love with you. god, i can’t believe that even in your reality i’m stupid.” 

in a world where the person who doesn’t reciprocate an individual’s strong feelings instead of the other way around, hyunjin’s had his own fair share of sick days and pharmacy runs to suppress the flowers that bloom in him from admirers who fall way too deep into his charms. he’s slightly grown desensitized to it, having already memorized what to do and what to say to the people who are forced to confront and apologize to him each and every time. when it’s you who’s suddenly confessing your sudden feelings to him, promising that you’ll get over it in a month and even stay away for a while for his sake, only then does he feel a strange mix of dread, worry, and fear at the pit of his stomach. he doesn’t want you, his best friend, to ever leave his side but at the same time he can’t find it in himself to reciprocate your feelings for you to stay. for the first time, he doesn’t know what to do nor what to say to you, the daffodils suddenly feeling heavier in his lungs the more you try and distance yourself and see new people.

 jisung, unlike how the cliche trope goes, always bets everything on him missing his shot at your subdivision’s basketball court. he always says something along the lines of, “if i miss this shot, let’s go the movies!” or “if the ball falls off the rim after 5 seconds, you’ll go to the beach party with me!” despite being the star player of your high school basketball team himself. he always purposely misses for fun and gets his reward, of course, even when you remind him to shoot properly through flustered expressions and feigned huffs. this has then caused you your entire summer time and allowance, all spent glued to jisung’s hip and buying him all sorts of things from ice cream, extended time to borrow surf boards at the beach, and even a ride ticket to the travelling carnival’s ferris wheel (where he stole a kiss from you at the top like the cheesy little shit that he is). 

whenever you ask him why he bets in reverse each and every time, however, only then does his confident smirk disappears into his blush and he turns his entire face away from you; too shy to admit that you make him a little too nervous whenever it’s just you watching him shoot hoops. give him a rest, he just wants more full assurance that he’ll get to spend more time with you, as boyish as that sounds. 

you probably should’ve known better than to provoke chenle and wooyoung when you told them over the student council meeting that a marriage booth probably wouldn’t give you a lot of revenue since your school festival this year doesn’t fall on valentine’s day week. you probably should’ve expected that the first thing they’d do after the student assembly, when the festival is formally opened, is to drag you into said marriage booth—your english classroom decorated from top to bottom in cheap white cloth, plastic flowers, and an edit of your senior alumni bang chan as jesus—and put you into one of the flower crown veils they probably got at someone’s baptism, explaining that they need someone to kickstart the booth and attract more customers. but most of all, you probably should’ve expected that these two troublemaking vice president and secretary of yours wouldn’t hesitate to take this opportunity to torment you even further because suddenly you’re getting fake married to felix, your chem lab partner and long-time crush, who also has his own ‘sins’ to atone to chenle and wooyoung (something about ditching them at a party because he saw an injured cat stuck up on a tree on the way to the venue). the two of you stand in front of the “bang chan altar” for 10 minutes with han jisung in a questionable pope costume, the two of you attracting passersby who are mostly your classmates murmuring “oh my god, y/n and felix?” or “i knew it! those two are so cute together!” as the two of you are forced into exchanging cereal box rings and saying impromptu vows. 

what you didn’t expect from this experience, however, is felix suddenly confessing in his vows, clearing his throat awkwardly while sliding the purple plastic ring on your ring finger and saying, “this isn’t how i imagined it to go but we’re both here, all of our classmates are here, and you’re looking really pretty today so, uh...y/n, i just want to say that i’ve really liked you for a long time.” 

your grandmother shows you her first look of disapproval over your weaved fabrics when you start creating pieces that seem to resemble the aura of a boy. as much as you don’t want to see her disappointed, tradition still stands that you have to design your fabrics according to how you would interpret your dreams and since you turned 18, all you’ve been dreaming about is your potential soulmate. of all 7 billion in the world, you just have to be one of the rare ones with the ability to interpret your dreams on textile and have these said dreams be your soulmate bond to someone else as well. instead of arbitrary colors or shapes resembling nature like your grandmother and everyone else, you’re trying to recreate the face of a boy your age with the kindest smile you’ve ever seen and the prettiest brown eyes; instead of putting the sounds of the ocean or the chirping of birds as they would be usually heard in dreams onto colorful fabric, you’re trying to mix red, orange, and yellow dyes on threads just to try and capture seungmin’s golden voice whenever he would sing to you in your dreams. your soulmate becomes your muse, the lasting impressions he makes on you in the 3 real-time seconds of dreaming that you spend with him embedding themselves into the blanket you’ve been tasked to make for the winter. 

seungmin is more than flattered of course, finding genuine fascination in what you do and excitement to see you in person once university allows him. it’s only at the end of the year, however, right on christmas day, when he finally sees you on vacation in your town with his family—finding you at the beach party his new friend hyunjin invites him to where you dance around the bonfire with your own friends, wrapped in the blanket made of warm colors that just scream his very soul and aura. your eyes meet almost as soon as he arrives because of your soulmate pull, causing you to become flustered at realizing that you’re wearing the blanket design that’s been inspired by him, and before he knows it, kim seungmin is running to you and grabbing your arm. “hi.” he pants breathlessly, his relieved smile shining brightly against the orange glow of the fire to your side. “finally. it’s you!” 

jeongin stares at his laptop for a solid 5 minutes in complete and utter confusion before his roommate seungmin pokes him on the side of his head and asks if he passed his dream university, snapping him out of reality. it’s not that he didn’t pass the entrance exam, definitely not because he’s still feeling confident from answering it from almost 6 months ago. rather, it’s that the acceptance e-mail sent to him by the university is for a completely different name, your name out of all applicants out there—that one person he sat next to at cram school and turned down at the end of the summer. logging into his social media accounts, he sees people voicing out their concerns for similar incidents, that they’re getting acceptance or rejection e-mails of other applicants instead of their own, and posts that aim to track down who’s gotten who to remedy this. when seungmin hears this, he simply shrugs and urges jeongin to simply message you and get over it since the two of you are connected on social media anyway. but still, jeongin takes another hour to message you with a simple, “hi, i got your e-mail. should i forward it to you?” even closing his laptop in a hurry and running back into the comfort of his blanket as soon as he hears the dreadful ping of the messenger app. he knows he shouldn’t be flustered to message you, especially with something as important as your acceptance letter, but he can’t help but feel weak in the knees at the thought of having to talk to you again after almost a year because all he can think about is that he really shouldn’t have rejected you in that offer to go to the movies in the first place. 

what’s worse is that, since he sent the message over online, his thoughts can’t help but overthink your simple “really? here’s my e-mail” reply that comes not even a second after he sends his message—even more your follow-up reply of “i got yours too btw! i’ll forward it to you when you forward mine” when he doesn’t reply immediately. jeongin’s fingers uncontrollably shake as he musters up the courage to reply, face blushing red the entire time as he e-mails you your acceptance letter. all this time, considering how the two of you haven’t talked in a long time, he only thinks about one ambitious thought: “is it a bad time? to bring up that movie offer again?” 

[ncfertaris]

hullo ^^ could i get a matchup for hxh if it’s not much of a bother, please?

I’m an INFJ 9w1, i’m a 5’3 bi girl but have a preference for guys romantically. I’m latina girl though i don’t ‘look’ stereotypically latina, i have dirty blonde, shoulder length wavy hair, i have blue eyes, dark and kinda t h i c c eyebrows and light skin full of beauty marks (also random fact my cheeks get rosy pretty easily lol). My hobbies and interests include history, psychokogy, culture, drawing and listening to all kinds of music (mostly punk/rock, folk and musicals), i also play guitar and love playing video games and watching anime. Honestly i don’t remember that much of hxh JAJDHS i watched it when i was very little (it was one of my firsts) and i’ve been meaning to get back to it recently. I saw thr hxh ship thing and though why not. I don’t mind spoilers if that’s what you’re worried about!

Personality wise i’m usually pretty chill and optimistic, not much really bothers me, i’ve been told i’m very analytical, understanding and affectionate towards others even if i can seem detached from time to time because of my usual absent mindedness. My friends say i’m the ‘therapist’ or mom friend ^^ i’m also quite studious and responsible. My humor is either very childish and stupid, or dark and cynical. A few defects of mine is that i’m usually very nervous about new stuff, though i love change, also i usually mix up my personality when i’m with most people, because of this i’m kinda ‘meh’ about a lot of things, therefore i change my opinion over stuff i don’t care about (enneagram 9 who 😔) though that doesn’t mean i won’t stand up for the things that truly matter to me. Another fact is that i’m very introverted and need a lot of alone time. I can be quite friendly but when my social battery runs out i get very snappy, quiet and irritated.

Oh!! also maybe this helps, my clothing style is usually very light academia (button ups, trench coats, suit pants) or just plain comfy (flowy pants, big ol sweaters, comfy shoes) ^^

Finally, my favorite anime shows are aot and mp100, i have many favorite songs but probably my top are sister by eve, from eden by hozier, be nice to me by the front bottoms, ecstasy by crooked still (the instrumental edit) and strawberry blond by mitski! My favorite colors are green, maroon and pink-ish peach. Some emojis that describe me i think would be ☁️🌱🎮🍂🌙🎧 (lmao what a mix, cool question tho!!)

Thank you so much! I have you have a fantastic day 🥰🥰 Please take your time, the whole reason for writing is to have fun 😌 remember to take care 💞💞

you're so sweet!! i hope that you enjoy your matchup dear, and have a good day/night!

From Hunter x Hunter, I match you with...

Leorio Paladiknight!

In a way, you remind him of Kurapika, but also a mix of all his friends!!

Your optimism is a being reminder of why he's doing what he's doing.

The doctor friend and the therapist friend as a couple????

You two would be de facto parents and i live for that.

You being analytical helps him make more logical decisions without overthinking.

The two of you would have study dates and it would be adorable.

Would laugh at your humor, whether it be cynical or childish

He doesn't even complain when you pick on him with Killua or Kurapika...much

Willing to let you make a lot of decisions on the little things!!

never feel like you have to be "meh" about anything, even if it's as trivial as what you wanna do for dinner

He may be a med student, but he's also a hunter

So you're never going to be bored when it comes to thinks changing!!

He's practically a whole foot taller than you.

which means plenty of him using you as an armrest or just cuddling.

he seems like the type that would actually adore affection whenever he's close with someone

whether it be big hugs or handholding, he really wouldn't mind it at all

thinks your fashion sense is cute, and whenever he sees something on a mission or trip, he buys it for you if it matches what you wear

makes sure you're never around so many people you get agitated as much as possible

tries to help you if you ever get super absent minded, whether it be helping you find things or remembering them

in general, super cute pls

[yandere-wishes]

Twisted Wonderland //Yandere! Ignihyde//

I practically sleep typed this whole thing, feel free to call me out on any errors you may find. Please bear in mind that this post may be edited one the official game is released. 

Idia shroud

Idia is a very shy and reserved person by nature. Thus it shouldn't come as a shock that his yandere traits are well hidden and indistinguishable, if he was to fall into a certain category it would most likely be, a stalker type with an immoderate obsession with how perfect his darling is.

 Idia met you online through one of the many group servers he's a part of. You were new to the chat and eager the start up a conversation with anyone available. That person just so happened to be Idia. He was reluctant at first after all he barely spoke to the people he knew, and you were a total stranger. It was an easy discussion t first simply talking about what had brought you to this server and why you liked it the main point focused so much. This discussion quickly became more personal, other things that you liked, how Idia felt about them. 

Then you did the unthinkable, added him as a friend! His heart pounded deafeningly in his chest, as he slowly slid the cursor to the green "accept" button. Once he'd excepted you, you quickly texted a pink heart emoji followed by a large smelly face. Idia texted back with four consecutive question marks. And through that add beginning, the two of you became close online buds. 

Each morning like clockwork Idia would log on and strike up a random conversation with you. It felt like a steady routine something that would (he hoped) never change. 

Gradually your replies became further and further apart. One worded rushed replies where all you gave, days after he'd sent you a message. It was around this time that Idia decided that he need your full attention. He began scoping you out on the internet, trying to absorb as much information as possible. 

He learned who your friends were, where you lived, your online schedule, when you were online on what days. His plummet into madness began here. 

"You're perfect..."

It took a lot of convincing from Ortho, who had never seen his older brother so infatuated with anyone. But Idia finally began to creep around your house, hiding behind walls and trees, setting up cameras all over the back and front yard. He found ways into your house through unlocked doors and forgotten windows. 

He began setting up mini camera's in your room and living room, two places you where mostly going to be. 

It was better this way, he could keep you safe from afar. 

And so Idia would spend countless hours watching you from his computer. Eyes glancing over your digital photo, fingers caressing the screen with so much love, so much passion. 

And still, he wasn't satisfied, for once in his eternal life a computer screen just wasn't good enough. Watching wasn't enough he wanted to feel. To feel every bump of your skin, hear every breath, have your fingers draw soothing circles on his chest. 

In the mists of a starless night, Idia found himself staring down at your sleeping form, he outstretched his arm to move a few strands of silky hair away from your face. You felt so strange, so new.... you felt alive! something he never knew, everything was always fir and hard metal, sure Ortho's personality could rival the most sprightly humans but his body was still that of a machine's. 

He grasped your shoulder squeezing it ever so slightly, moving his fingers up your neck and to your mouth. His other arm snaked under your legs. He hosted you up with ease carrying you away to his digitally dead kingdom. 

"Perfect and alive"

Bonus

Idia always dresses you in vivid colored gowns, snowy whites and summer sky blues. Furthering his belief that you are a perfect thing and alive thing. 

He forces you to spend time with Ortho - not that your mind- wanting the only two people he's ever cared about to "love" each other as much as he loves them. 

Idia has a low sex drive, a normally keeps to the things you like. After having kept you for a while he slowly began to explore his likes and dislikes. There are only two things that can turn Idia on, one being a blowjob and the other asphyxiation. When you squeeze his neck between your delicate fingers it gives him the sense that he's somewhat alive, like his life is devoted to you and inform yours to him.

Ortho shroud

Ortho is so lively and friendly that it can be easy to overlook just how obsessed he can become. He will cling onto you both emotionally and physically. Other than his brother your the only person that truly seems to understand him. 

He'll never kidnap you or force you to return his feelings, never manipulate your or hurt you in any way. He loves you, love means protecting that which you love. Truth is you're going to fall hard for the robot boy, you'll trust him and be willing to give up everything for him. 

You're both so obsessed with each other that everybody else around you beings to fade. Your lives are fairy tales in the realm of the digital and dead. 

"I love you (Y/N)...."

The youngest Shroud brother is extremely sensitive and will take offense to any reason why you don't want to be around him. "Me time" or "alone time" don't make sense to him, why can't you be alone with him close by? Well be super quiet, you won't even know he's there. 

This tie's into why Ortho tries his best to keep all your friends and family away. They're only distractions, obstacles that get in the way of his love. He many have methods for keeping them away, normally they go missing or are found dead with no cause of death being rolled out. 

"....we'll always be together right?"

Ortho doesn't exactly grasp why this is a bad thing, he got rid of an opponent he should be happy! Never the fewer people keep popping up, keep demanding your attention and he keeps having to deal with them. 

Ortho does have a yandere side, it practically unnoticeable, but it there and it keeps getting stronger, his need and want for you keep getting stronger. 

Bonus 

Ortho will take out on cute dates to carnivals and arcades, winning you as many prizes as he can. Impressing you with how well he can beat any game. To him, this is yet another way to show you how well he can protect you.  

He'll plan little "family event" where you try out something new together with Idia such as cooking or binge-watching a new show. The two of you are the only family he's ever had and your perfect. Together all three of you are the perfect family in his algorithm based brain. 

[wellcome-to-chaos]

A chaotic mind is nice to have sometimes when your goal is to confuse your enemies

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This was originally just the tumblr version of a junk drawer, now it's kinda sorta a rp blog

I rp as my OCs, their color codes are as follows:

Mystery will be in default text color

Aria will be in pink

Viper will be in red

Denalla will be in orange

Como will be in green

Zamed will be in blue

(^this only applies to dialog, actions will be in default regardless of which character(s))

Now, onto the rules of engagement I suppose:

No nsfw, me, Mystery, Denalla, Como, Viper, and Zamed may be adults but that doesn't make it ok to just send that, especially if you're gonna send it to Aria, then just get out of here now, she is a minor

Bigotry of any kind is not allowed, myself, Mystery, Zamed, Denalla, Como, and Viper are part of the LGBT+ community and you will be blocked if you come at me with any of that, as well as no antisemitism

As I've seen with other rp blogs, anons are allowed, but if you're gonna frequent here plz distinguish yourself by like either a nickname/name/emoji/etc, it's just so I know who I'm interacting with even if you're uncomfortable or unable to interact off anon :)

Please be patient with me as I am diagnosed AuDHD, so it's hard for me to tell tone sometimes

If I don't respond right away I'm either asleep, or busy, or got distracted, I'll try to get to you as soon as possible

Keep this post in mind when interacting with me

For anyone curious about my characters' ages:

Mystery is same age as me, 22

Aria is 17-ish

Viper's age is unknown

Denalla's age is also unknown, but she is an adult

Como is approximately 50 million years old(do not question the ancient one)

Zamed age is unknown, they're an adult tho

Pronouns for each of them:

Mystery uses the same pronouns as me, but for simplicity (zey/zee)/zem/zeir/zemself or they/them if you struggle with neos

Aria uses she/her

Viper uses he/him

Denalla uses she/they

Como uses tur/turtle/turtles/turtleself or they/them if you struggle with neos

Zamed uses he/they/she

Multiship blog, tho the rules for that are person behind the character(s) must also be an adult, and it's adult×adult

Meaning that Mystery, Zamed, Denalla, Como, and Viper won't be involved with anyone under 18, and Aria is sorta off limits due to personal discomfort around such things

Anons:

Trampoline anon, 👁,

That's all for now, if I think of anything else I'll edit this post so keep an eye out for that

[my-oc-database]

ok to compile shit cleanly:

(lots of these characters r unnamed pensive emoji.. none of the stories have names either so i just used a vague descriptor that theyre associate w to refer to them)

also this is incomplete cause im working on diff parts of the story at diff times and i dont feel like filling out details of the ones im not focused on rn! this will be edited in the future!

Cube:

Playable Characters

Mantis/? - Main Protagonist. Storybook illustator.

Stats: Low HP, High Speed, Medium Attack, Medium Defense

Double Jump+Wall Jump

A bit nervous a lot of the time, and also kinda sad. Cares about people a lot.

Was kinda just doing whatever. Only left their hometown on the request of Clay who was apparently struggling to find someone to help with... something that they were vague about but the existence of Hand showed there was validity to.

Likes to draw

Gift: Coat

Color Theme: Green

Crab/? - Deuteragonist. Mechanic.

Stats: High HP, Low Speed, Low Defense, High Attack

A fucking TANK

Very outgoing and talkative. If left to their own devices WILL cause trouble.

Left their hometown because they wanted to help Mantis. They just care about Mantis a lot and want to help out :)

Likes to mess with machinery

Gift: Bow

Color Theme: Orange

Clay/? - Plot-Based Main Character

Stats: Medium HP, Medium Speed, High Attack, Low Defense

Good with weapons, some undecided plot-based trait

Friendly and extremely blunt. Generally optimistic but gets uncomfortable fairly fast.

Was trying to find someone to help with the situation going on with their siblings. Just sort of... travelled around looking for someone until Mantis agreed to help.

Likes to dance

Gift: Cape

Color Theme: Purple

Bunny/? - Main Character

Stats: Low HP, High Speed, Low Attack, High Defense

Dashing, exploring tight spots

Quiet and ominous but cute :)

Was a kid that just sort of... showed up at one point and wouldnt leave. Was somewhat trying to find someone to help out their own siblings who are struggling, but failed to even try to elaborate on it and got distracted by the things going on.

Undecided interests

Gift: Scarf

Color Theme: Indigo

Water/? - Main Character. Ice Cream's girlfriend.

Stats: Medium HP, Medium Speed, Medium Attack, Low Defense

Walking on walls, swimming. Doesnt jump

A bit rude and deadpan. Doesnt have much of an interest in others.

Only came along because Ice Cream wanted to help Mantis.

Undecided interests

Gift: Hat

Color Theme: Blue

Ice Cream/? - Main Character. Water's girlfriend. Baker and general chef.

Stats: High HP, Medium Speed, Low Attack, Medium Defense

Healing

Quiet but charismatic. Is able to make friends fairly easiĺy, but not closer ones.

Came along because they wanted to help Mantis with what was going on.

Likes to cook

Gift: Headband

Color Theme: Pink

Eye/? - Main Character

Stats: Low HP, Low Speed, High Attack, Medium Defense

Flying

Quiet but tries very hard to make friends. Very sweet but finds interaction a bit difficult.

Just wanted to help out

Undecided interests

Gift: Bracelet

Color Theme: Red

NPCs

Mantis' Hometown

Ribbon/? - ?

Mantis' pet/? - Is an animal commonly found near Mantis' hometown. Is Mantis' pet :)

Bunny's Family

Otter/? - Bunny's brother, oldest of the 3

Nervous and stressed a lot. Has no clue what hes doing but trying so hard to do it

Color Theme: Undecided

Bird/? - Bunny's sister, middle child of the 3

Very optimistic :) Has no clue what she is doing and doesnt worry about it that much. itll Probably work out. Can be a bit ominous

Color Theme: Magenta

Lab

Robot/? - Head of the lab

Wants to be evil so bad. Fails

Color Theme: Grey

Astronaut/? - Works at the lab. Sibling of Ferret

Quiet. Doesnt care all that much. Very level-headed

Color Theme: Purple and Blue

Ferret/? - Works at the lab. Sibling of Ferret

Loud. Cares SO much but not in a compassion way so much as an "AAAHHH" way. Easily annoyed

Color Theme: Purple and Pink

Water Town

Frog/? - Minor NPC

Unspecified

Flower Pot/? - ?

Butterfly/? - ?

Honeycomb/? - Possible minor antagonist

Camel Spider/? - Possible side character

Dog/? - Possible side character

Two/? - Possible minor antagonist

Snake Puppy/? - Minor NPC

Mushroom/? - Minor NPC

Mouse/? - Possible Minor Antagonist

Pieces/? - Possible Side Character

Tree/? - Minor NPC

Star/? - Minor NPC

Coat/? - Minor NPC

Tail/? - Minor NPC

Cat/? - Minor NPC

Knight/? - Lore-based NPC

Apple/? - Lore-based NPC

Plant/? - Minor NPC

Metal/? - Major NPC. Puppet's partner. Smiths weapons and armor.

Very quiet and sweet. Doesnt really like to talk to people

Color Theme: Blue

Shopkeepers

Potions/? - Potion shopkeeper. Makes and sells the potions they make

Tries so hard to be funny. Tries SO hard

Color Theme: Green

Puppet/? - Weapons and armor shopkeeper. Metal's partner. Sells the weapons and armor Metal makes.

Deadpan but friendly. A bit sarcastic

Color Theme: Red

Dinosaur/? - Clothing shopkeeper. Tends to give clothes in exchange for (often minor) favors.

Sweet but very ominous. Cares about people SO much

Color Theme: Lime green

Plot-Important Characters

Space/? - Created the cube that surrounds the planet. Mother of Sun, Cloud, Cell, Clay, and Dinnerware.

Ethereal but in more of a fucked up way. is loving very sad but can be very controlling

Color Theme: Blue

Sun/? - One of two main antagonists. Oldest sibling of Space's children.

Asshole. Is trying his best but also is an asshole. Cares about others but is an asshole still

Closest with Dinnerware

Color Theme: Yellow

Cloud/? - Second oldest sibling of Space's children.

Outgoing but can be a bit rude. Pretty dismissive

Closest with Cell

Color Theme: Magenta

Cell/? - Middle sibling of Space's children.

Easily annoyed and basically always is. Very distrustful

Closest with Cloud

Color Theme: Teal

Clay/? - One of the playable main characters. Second youngest sibling of Space's children.

See Playable Characters

Not particularly close with any of their siblings

Dinnerware/? - One of two main antagonists. Youngest sibling of Space's children.

An asshole but nervous. Theyre trying theyre best just fucking shit up in the process. Wants to be poggers but isnt

Closest with Sun

Color Theme: Gray

Hand/? - Minor antagonist. A creation of Sun's.

[from here stuff isnt filled out fully]

Maze:

Main Characters

Mermaid/? - Main protagonist. The only playable character.

Blob/? - Side character

Dragon/? - Side character

Shrimp/? - Side character

Shopkeepers

8-bit/? - ?

Antagonists

Pumpkin/? - Main antagonist

Computer:

Main Characters

Side Characters

Game:

Main Characters

NPCs

Shopkeepers

Platformer:

Main Characters

NPCs

RPG:

Main Characters

NPCs

Shopkeepers

Plot Based Characters

Antagonists

[puckngrind]

My favorite girl

So this is my first writing...let me know what you think!  

warnings: none really, maybe a swear word or two.

Word count: 2,643 

(edited again 8/29/20)

You met Josh years ago when some friends convinced you to go out to a bar downtown on a weeknight. You realized quickly as you walked into the jam packed bar that several Blue Jackets were guest bartending. While you loved hockey, the thought of pushing your way to the front seemed ridiculous. You spotted an empty corner high top and almost ran towards it not realizing it was already taken. 

 “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you sitting here?” You asked the tall man who was leaning against the table with his drink resting on it, fingers wrapped around the glass. 

 “Um, yeah. Sorta but you can have it if you don’t mind if I keep standing here?” You couldn’t stop staring at his memorizing blue eyes and pink cheeks. The smirk on his face was one of a kind. 

 “Yeah, sure. My friends should be over here in a minute. They went to the bar.” You pointed over to the chaos. 

 “And you didn’t want to go over there, meet the hockey stars?” 

 “It’s not really my thing. I’d rather watch them skate.” You stuck your hand out to shake his. “I’m (y/n) by the way.” He grabbed your hand and told you he was Josh and new to the area. While everyone seemed to have Blue Jacket shirts on you caught a glimpse of the emblem on his golf shirt as he shifted. “So, you like hockey then? I mean is that why you are here?” Josh’s smirk returned to his face and his head tilted to the side like he was trying to formulate an answer. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” Josh stated with a laugh.  Your friends joined, gushing about the new defensive man, Jones, and how nice Boone and Murray were. You introduced them to Josh and kept on the small talk.  You didn’t think you would see him again.

That fall, you were standing in line at Starbucks near the arena.  As you looked at the board debating on what you wanted you could feel someone leaning in behind you.  

“So are you PSL kinda girl?”  The deep laugh and voice sounded familiar.  You turned quickly on your heel ready to tell off the boy who thought you were just a basic midwest girl only to find that sweet face that you shared a table with staring at you with that same smirk on his face.  

“Only usually have one in October.  I don’t have a typical order. And you?  Pumpkin Spice your thing?”  You looked at him waiting for a response. 

“Not exactly.  So (y/n), what are you ordering for us today?”  He asked pointing to the board.  You were shocked he even remembered your name.  You ordered two of one of your go-tos and headed to a table.  He was dressed in Blue Jacket sweats this time and you still didn’t figure out who he was.

“So would you want to plan to hang out on purpose some time?”  Josh asked.

“Like a date?”  The words popped out before you could even stop them.  “Don’t answer that.”

“I meant like friends really.  I don’t have any friends outside of... uh... my job.  Plus you are pretty easy to talk to.”  He looked confused but you thought it was from the embarrassment from your comment.  You slid over your phone to have him put his number in.  You sent him a text with a face palm emoji and this is (y/n).

That was it.  You became best friends with Josh Anderson quickly and he loved that he wasn’t hockey player Josh Anderson when he would come hang out and take over your television and most of your couch.  You would watch all the Bachelor shows together and if he was home in Toronto or on the road you would FaceTime to watch together.  His commentary normally had you laughing so hard you were crying by the end of the show.  He would make fun of you crying while you watched Grey’s Anatomy or the latest Rom-Com that he secretly loved and swore if you told anyone he would stop coming over.  He knew you hated any horror movie so he would torture you with them especially around Halloween which is always his favorite.

Your friendship over the years was comfortable.  His mom frequently spent more time with you than him when she was in town and his siblings would take your spare room if more than one were in town.  Josh fit in with your friends and you somehow fit in with his teammates, even though they still gave you a hard time about not knowing who they were at first without their names and numbers on their backs.

You had been texting and snapping with Josh all day.  He was headed back to Columbus this weekend to get his place in order and start training camp.  You were dancing around the kitchen with the music up way too loud making cookies.  All of a sudden familiar arms wrapped around your waist and raised you off of the ground.  Whispering into your ear almost kissing it, Josh’s voice was strong over the music.  “How’s my favorite girl?  I’ve missed you so much.” You squealed.  Out of being scared half to death and excited that he was standing in your kitchen.  You turned around and slammed your hand to his chest.  

“You scared the hell out of me J!”  You yelled before turning down the music.

He threw his head back and laughed.  He wrapped you into another hug.  “But didn’t you miss me?”  He gave you that smirk you loved.

“I saw you a few weeks ago in Sudbury for Nick’s thing, remember?  And you DID come to Columbus a few times.”  Meeting his eyes with a smirk of your own.  Knowing he wanted a “yes of course” to come out of your mouth.  He reached over your shoulder to stick his finger in your batter and bringing it to his mouth.  

“So what do we have here?  Is my girl making me welcome home cookies?” He sucked the batter off of his finger.  “Ohhh... my favorite.  How’d you know?”  You elbowed him in his side and rolled your eyes.  While the cookies baked you caught up, which seems silly since you talked or texted everyday so catching up really was the same old banter.  You couldn’t help but notice that he kept calling you ‘my girl’ while you frequently used babe and honey and other nicknames over the years, this one was new.  You were always called his girlfriend on social media by fangirls and they would be up in arms with Josh was spotted with another women.  You eventually set your accounts to private to keep the comments from creeping on your page too.  You two didn’t seem to care and he would have you accompany him to events especially if they involved kids or dressing up.  Thing was you never dated and the topic was never discussed.  When you went out it was always with his teammates or your friends to group things like concerts, dinners, and other activities around Columbus.  Normally he would come hang out at your house because (according to Josh) the suburbs were so much quieter and you actually had food in your pantry and fridge.  You were pretty sure it was the entertainment system your brother set up and the fire pit on the patio that he really loved.  Josh was always there.  He would sling his muscular arm around you and pull you into hugs and when you were out he wasn’t more than an arms length away from you.  You were each other’s person.

The cookies were done and ready to be iced.  Josh decided he was going to help you.  Hunched over with his sleeves pushed up he started.  You looked up and saw the face you’ve seen so many times.  The face he made when he was stopped by fans around town or at a team signing event and even when he bought you some skates and re-laced them.  This face of concentration always made you laugh.  Josh’s tongue sticking slightly through his teeth and his eyebrows creased together.

“So, are you ready for the season?  Did your training go well?”  You asked.  He looked up from his focus on the cookies.

“Are you really asking me about my training?  Like you don’t know?  We talk every day (y/n).”  Your face turns red with the look he was giving you.  It was different just like the my girl comments before.  He moves around the island and stands in front of you.  “Why are you asking about my training?”  He was too close for your comfort.  He’d been this close to you countless of times but something was different.

“I... I... I...” words.  Words were not forming in your head because all you could think about was the words my girl that he kept using and the fact that he surprised you.  And you backed up from him towards the hall when you eye caught glimpse of the table by the door.  “Is that for someone?”  Your eyes were wide as you backed up further and pointed at the gorgeous orchid now sitting on your entry table which was not there before.

“Yeah, they are your favorite right?”  He smiles while rubbing the back of his neck.  He quickly brushes past you to grab the potted plant.

“um... yes... how? why? Josh? What?” You could not formulate a full thought to save your life.  The boy you loved to spend every free moment with was acting weird and it made you feel things that you ignored for years.

“(y/n), you okay?  You like it right?”  He looks at you with the face that all the girls at the bars swoon over.  You saw it so many times and he was usually oblivious to the looks he got from girls.

“Josh, yes.  I love it.  But why?”  You ask face the color of a tomato and thoughts cloudy.  

“To show you how much I missed you.  That’s all.  Stop being weird.  Let’s catch up on Bachelor in Paradise okay?”  As he takes your hand and moves towards your living room.  Making himself right at home he pats the seat next to him to encourage you to sit.  

While watching, you slip into your normal ways.  He has your side hurting so much from laughing that you are sure you pulled a muscle.  By the end his hand was on your knee as your feet were tucked under yourself.  You didn’t notice it at first but then you feel the heat from his hand as his rubs against your leggings.

“Let’s head to Forno’s tomorrow for brunch.  I haven’t had it since leaving and not exactly on my diet once the season really starts.”  He kept his focus on the screen and his hand on your knee.

“Oh, yum.  Who’s all going?  Who is back in town?”  You were looking at Josh and not the television.  

“Um, most of the guys are back but I meant just the two of us.  I guess we can invite some of the guys but there is the end of summer party at the Dubinsky’s next weekend and you will see everyone there.”  Still, not looking at you and confident as always when it came to your conversations.  The sometimes shy hockey player Josh Anderson that you saw in interviews was not the same man you had befriended all those years ago.

“Really?  Alone?  The two of us?”  Your voice cracked and he turned his attention to you.

“Is there a problem with us going to brunch alone?  Are you afraid to be out with me in public?  Do I smell or something?”  He sniffed his shirt and then poked you in your side.  You smiled and blushed again.

“I mean we normally don’t go out just the two of us.  And you’ve been... different... today.  Like something is up.”  You poked him back and his face matched yours.  He’s fully facing you now and his hand has moved to your hand while the smirk on his face is hard to read you feel like he is reading you like a book.  A book that Josh has been studying since he landed in Columbus after winning the Calder in Cleveland.

“(y/n), I love you.”  You looked at him and smiled.

“I love you too Josh but what is up?”  Josh stands up quickly from the couch and is now towering over you from where you are sitting.  He starts to pace a little.

“No, no, no.  You aren’t hearing me (y/n).  I fucking love you.  Like want you to be not only my best friend but mine.”  Josh stops and is looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes and flaming red cheeks.  You stand to up next to him and start to talk but he puts his finger to your lips to stop you.  “Look, I know we’ve been friends forever and I love our relationship but I was sitting with Seth in the Bahamas and the only thing I kept thinking was why isn’t (y/n) here.”  You are shocked at what Josh is telling you.

“Josh, that was May right? And...”  He cuts you off again.

“Yes, I know.  I didn’t know what to think about how I felt.  It changes everything.  Even just telling you all this changes everything and the thought of losing you makes me sick.  But here is the thing, I want all of you.  I want to be yours and you mine.  My family already loves you.  I’m pretty sure my mom likes you more than me most days.  Your family is seriously the best and has taken me in for all the holidays that I can’t go home for because of my schedule.  You are my rock.  The place I land.  I missed you so damn much this summer it hurt.  That’s when I realized that this friendship was way more than a friendship to me.  You are my girl.  If you will have me?”  He combs his hand into his hair as he stares at you.  Your best friend just confessed his love for you.  You couldn’t put into words what that meant so you did something better.  Stretching on your tippy toes and cupping his face with your hands you moved closer to him.  Josh takes the cue from you.  He dipped his head down and crashed his soft lips into yours.  His one hand landing on the back of your neck and the other at the small of your back to keep you close to him.

“So, I guess that’s my answer?”  He asks slightly winded.  Smiling at you in a way that made your insides turn to mush.  “So are we making this official?  You are my girl?” He slightly kissed your lips again and loosens his hold of you.

“Yes, J.  I love you too.  But can we keep it off social media for now?”  You batted your eyes at him and he laughs.

“I’m not sure I can keep the guys from telling everyone.  They’ve all heard my pro and con list all summer.  I’m pretty sure they will be more excited than me.”

“More than you eh?” You poke at his rock hard abs and attempt to sound Canadian with your midwest accent.  

“No,  I’m over the moon.”  Josh says as he picks you up and swings your legs around the living room.  He kisses your forehead before putting you down.  “So, Frono’s tomorrow?  When do you want me to pick you up?”  

“How about you just stay?” your eyebrow moves up as you pull Josh towards your bedroom.  Your boy wastes no time sweeping you off your feet and carrying you towards your bed.

[antichristsxbox]

We Don’t Play - Part Three

Weird story: I tried editing this from mobile and it deleted the entire body of this post, but it kept the actual post itself! What the heck? This is the fic again but sorry if there’s any weird typos or anything else messed up/not from the original version I posted, I just copied and pasted this from the folder where I save all my writing. That was so strange, I guess I’m never editing on mobile again!

Summary: Part three to Hawthorne!Michael x Cheerleader!Reader fic! Find parts one and two on my masterlist. 

From the writer: In case you don’t know what a toe touch is (a jump mentioned in this fic) here’s a picture of me doing one! :)

Word count: 1,524

A soft rustling noise is what rouses you from your deep slumber. Michael is sitting up on the edge of the bed, phone in hand. It’s only seven o’clock, according to your watch, but class starts in an hour and you need to get ready. Spending the night over at Michael’s was nice, but it’s back to reality now. You reach over to feel for your phone, only find Michael’s.

“What are you doing, Babe?” you say, sitting up and shifting to be next to him. He’s staring at your lock screen, empty except for a notification from Kyle that reads ‘see you tonight,’ with a red heart emoji. It also doesn’t help that there’s a blue heart emoji next to his name in your contacts.

“Why are you seeing him tonight?” Michael says, looking up with sad, puppy dog eyes. His voice is hushed. There’s no note of anger or defiance in his tone as he hands you back your phone. He seems defeated, although you wish you could convey how you feel Michael is superior to anybody you’ve been interested in, period. He stands up and takes a sip from his water on the bedside table, setting the glass down with a soft clink!

“We have a game tonight,” you say, standing up and coming behind him to wrap your arms around his waist and pull him close. It’s nothing. It really is at this point, although you know saying that would not help Michael feel any batter, and would possibly make him feel worse about the situation. Still, there must be a way to keep Michael happy as well as your spirit buddy.

“Just go in and delete the heart from his name, and add one to yours while you’re at it,” you say, handing him back your phone before standing on your toes to place a soft kiss on his cheek. There’s nothing in your phone you’d be uncomfortable with him seeing, so there’s no hesitation when the phone is released from your grasp and entrusted to Michael’s firm grasp. You hope that Michael could sense that you trust him. It still may be too early to make things official, but if things are looking up, Michael may mention it before you do.

The familiar brisk air of opening the doors to the court— it wraps around you and sends shivers down your spine. Today is a big game. A team from Los Angeles took a trip up here to play the Locks, and they brought a fan bus with them too. There’s a good crowd for both teams, but the opposing team has many rowdy people in the bleachers already, and the boys are only warming up. Michael isn’t here yet, but he’ll most likely be here soon.

Kyle is ready to take the pre-game hype pictures, and you’re checking to make sure Michael isn’t here to witness you with his one-sided rival. Kyle picks you up bridal style and you wrap your arm around his neck and smile for his Snap story. Leg popped in the air, poms in hand, and gleaming smile. Only the best for your boys that dunk.

“I’m having a little party in my room tonight, do you think you’d wanna come over?” he asks as he gently puts you down.

That sounds fun, and you immediately accept his invite. It’s for the rest of the senior players and cheerleaders, which are all a really nice crowd. Hopefully Michael won’t be too upset you won’t see him for long tonight.

Players flood the court, and the game starts off smoothly. The boys already have a score of 20-5 by the time the first quarter is over. Those Los Angeles boys should have just stayed home.

“You traveled! You walked! You took too many steps! The next time you walk will be to the B-U-S!” you cheer, beckoning your poms towards the door. It’s a penalty on the opposing side, so you make your way to the edge of the court and do a toe touch while Kyle shoots his free throw. As you land and look up, you see Michael sitting on the top row bleachers. He gives a nod of approval and smiles, so you take a small step forward and wave with your poms.

As the game comes to a close in the fourth quarter, the boys have an overwhelming score of 72-16. Los Angeles got absolutely demolished. Freaking crushed. Why didn’t they forfeit earlier? Anyways, you spring up from your seat and make your way towards the door to cheer for the players as they exit. When Kyle passes by, he gives you a firm hug and soft smile. As the last player exits, you make your way to the cheer room and grab your belongings before heading for your dorm.

“Hey, Babe,” Michael says, and you turn around to greet him. His blonde curls frame his face perfectly, although they look a bit astray and wild— that’s what makes it perfect, though. Your cute, bed-headed Antichrist-warlock-boytoy.

“I can’t stay for long, I’ve got to go to a party,” you say, pulling your hand away and motioning towards your dorm room. You’ve got to change out of your uniform and into something more comfortable.

“Can I come with? It’ll be fun,” he says, catching up with you as you walk. Although you’d like him to come with, drama would likely ensue if he realized it was a part thrown by Kyle, and in his room no less.

“It’s invite-only, Babe, I wish though,” you say, giving a little frown face as you turn around and and continue on-course to your room.

The music is already bumping, and the door is propped open with a sideways-turned can of Four Loko. No chill, apparently. There would be hell to pay if an administrator walked by, so you quickly pick up the Four and replace the door jam with a lone shoe. There’s nothing worse than a warm Four Loko, so you down a shot of Tito’s poured from an Evian bottle. Although alcohol is strictly prohibited here, off-campus lunch allows for people to sneak around and buy some to bring back to campus. It’s a Friday night, and you’re going to live it up like any other normal teenager would, boarding school or not.

As you walk over to the dorm desk turned mini bar to reach for a chaser, a hand moves the bottle of cranberry juice out of your reach. You look up to taunt whoever it was, but you quickly see that it’s Michael.

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” he says, raising an eyebrow and clicking his tongue.

“You, outside, now,” you say, taking his hand and pulling him past the many other people that were now in this tiny room.

“Why do you do this to me? Saying it’s just a party and ending up in his room?” he says, a stern look on his face as he looks down at you. He is so possessive. It is so unwarranted, especially because you two aren’t official yet. Something in you snaps, and you’re tired of him being so overbearing.

“I am not your fucking girlfriend! Snap-maps tracking my ass down, finding out where I am because you can’t stand to be alone, fuck off!”

A wave of your hand and a stomp on your foot is all you leave him with before kicking the door jam sneaker inside and slamming the door in his face.

“Who was that?” Kyle says, pushing through the crowd of people and placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Nobody,” you say, turning around to face the now-quiet room of people. The music had stopped as you slammed the door shut. The music resumes as Kyle steps back forward in the room of people, and you follow as approach the desk again to mix your chaser with another shot.

As two shots turned into three, you realized it was now getting late, and you should be heading back to your room for some rest. Although you never tended to accomplish much on Saturdays, keeping a somewhat regular sleep schedule has always proven to be a good idea. Your feet stumble under you as you exit Kyle’s room, and a quick goodnight is all you could muster before closing the door behind you. Before you graduate, you vow to learn to handle your liquor a little better than you have recently.

The soft, blue glow from your phone lights up as a notification from Michael comes through.

“Text me when you’re up, we can go to breakfast,” his message reads.

It takes a solid minute to think of a good reply to this, so you settle on the pink heart emoji before finishing your journey to your room and going to bed, fully clothed in what you’re wearing now, shoes and all. Having a party after a long game like that is really too tiring— that won’t be happening again anytime soon.

[idiosyncrasy-at-its-finest]

I want a vibe

this tab has been open on my computer for so long... last edit was Nov. 1... I planned on proofreading or even just rereading before uploading but... idk, these are my thoughts.  I don’t need to censor, refine, edit myself.  these are my thoughts and a part of who I am– or at least discovering who I could be... it’s now Nov. 17, 2020.  clearly I’ve dwelled on this topic for a while, but only with it hanging like an apparition in the back of my mind.

Something about writing directly on tumblr makes me feel so… wow, she’s a writer and can’t put the feeling into words.  I feel like there’s more purpose and intent to it.  I don’t quite feel more professional, but I…

I know there’s this thing called synesthesia.  Here is Wikipedia’s definition: perceptual phenomenon in which stimulation of one sensory or cognitive pathway leads to involuntary experiences in a second sensory or cognitive pathway.  I used to want it.  It’s a cool idea, to have so many things invading your senses.  But not invading, just… popping in to say hi!

Cognitive.  Maybe.  I associate certain things with very specific mental images.  Typing directly into tumblr has me feeling like I’ve got wide-rimmed, bookish glasses resting on my nose.  The middle’s broken, but’s been poorly stuck together with a piece of old tape, the edges sticky with fuzz.  My hair’s in a messy bun and in the afternoon sun it’s glowing a light chestnut, hues of red streaking through.  I’m in a big sweater and there’s a cup of peppermint tea beside.  It’s hot.  I only drink cold tea because my tongue is very sensitive.

But I’m writing in google docs right now because I’m in class.  And I don’t quite want the people behind to see I’m on tumblr.  Not that I’m embarrassed, but I’m not proud either.  It exists, and it’s mine and I don’t need anyone else’s thoughts on it because it’s not for anyone else.  Just for me.

I want a vibe.  I’ve been getting into Corpse Husband’s stuff recently– but not his original scary content.  I’m too much of a chicken for that.  And even in seventh grade I started listening to panic! and fall out boy more often.  Twenty one pilots too.  Eighth grade was when MCR joined the mix.  And even when I was little, I wanted to be called “it” because I didn’t like the stereotypes associated with being a girl, but I didn’t want to be a gross boy.

I always pictured myself as some sort of hardened youth.  She wears flannel, swears a bit too much, hard exterior but a good friend, kind of detached.  And no, I don’t swear, and I only own one piece of flannel.  I am sort of detached, but more so hyper, silly, tangential…  occasionally detached.  So when the default me that people see is a bubbly and fun girl, I feel almost mean pulling out the side of myself that I feel a bit more comfortable in.  The cheerful me is not a fake version, I am completely and fully a child at heart, and I love to have fun.  But, I’m also mean and I like to tease people.  I’m somewhat physical, but I never hit any of my female friends and when I moved at the end of sixth grade, suddenly I didn’t have many male friends.  Now, when the urge comes to punch someone– however teasingly– I can’t.  Because then my female friends’ feelings will be hurt.

My current fashion sense is comfortable.  It’s not trying at all.  It’s jean shorts and a top.  Loose jeans and a top (but I live near the equator, so I only wear jeans on rainy days in this year-round-summer climate).

Anyway.  Corpse.  I found myself wanting black nail polish.

It’s Saturday now, the next day.  I’m not in class.  I’m still writing on this doc.

Anyway.  Corpse.  Black nail polish.  But I don’t want to get into that, because using nail polish implies I put effort into my appearance, I cared about what color my nails would be for some aesthetic appeal.  I want to wear combat boots because I’ve always thought that the laced up shoes, clunky and powerful, looked… cool.  I want to be cool– my version of cool.  But then combat boots would look nice with fishnet-clad legs leading into them.  And then some type of corset, some chokers, dark eyeliner, and suddenly, yes, mom, it is a phase.

But I also want baggy jeans and tight tees for the simplest way to be comfortable and to flatter my figure.  I like wearing skirts, because they’re typically more high waisted, and the area of my torso that cinches in is much higher above my waist.  But I manspread a lot and am never careful when sitting or jumping.  I want to emphasize how fun and kind I am.  I want silly earrings and bright tees with motivational quotes on them, and either mom jeans or a cute skirt, or maybe high waisted shorts.  A faded light blue.

I want what I wear to have some meaning and to reflect my personality, but I can’t even figure out what that is.  I know people say you can be a ‘baddie’ and a soft girl, dress how you are and show off the multitudes of your identity, but it’s strange to me.  To think one day I might go out with a ponytail, sweatpants, and a black tank, and the next, I’m going out wearing ripped lace up boots, black jeans, and heavy makeup (though I don’t wear makeup and I don’t intend to).

This isn’t very poetic, nor is it doing the best job explaining my feelings, but I don’t know how I feel.  I also just don’t want to invest much time into altering my appearance.

Hi I’m back!  It’s the next day.  Clearly a lot of thought is being put into this.  Not this the writing, but this the concept.  Idea.  A lot of people will comment– on youtube, instagram, twitter– things like “Corpse’s vibe: (followed by dark emojis, chains, wilting roses) Corpse’s personality: (insert cute flowers, blushes, pink hearts)”.  And it got me thinking.  If this whole identity crisis and vibe dilemma was spurred on by Corpse (it’d taken deep root in my mind previously, but I just sort of ignored it due to the amount of effort it would take to deal with it), then why not… be like Corpse?  I can keep my personality and just… express the other parts of myself in other ways.

Yes.  But then the issue would be buying corsets and explaining them to my mom.  Or asking my mom to buy them.  And then having my mom see me in them.  And then wear them outside.  Oh my gosh.  What about my dad?

A somewhat joking end to this, but… I don’t know.  I think I’d feel confident in stompy boots and black lace up dresses (not lace itself, I don’t like how itchy it is), but I’d also feel… not like myself.  And I’m motivated enough to go ahead and make that myself, so.  For now.  Maybe when I go to college, I’ll collect a diverse wardrobe.  Dress up at home.  And then occasionally go out once I’m thinking less about what I wear and more about how what I wear makes me feel.