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martybaker · 3 months

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4 - figure skater Dream/ hockey player Hob please? 👀

Ask me about my wips

Thank you for the ask! Sorry it took me so long to answer it, but I actually managed to finish the one scene (or rather two consecutive scenes) I had drafted for this au back when the idea was first conceived, so thank you for the inspiration ❤️

I am posting all that now, because why the hell not 🙃

Fair warning, this story has a very romcom logic, which is to say, don’t think about it too hard 😅

Hob and Dream attend the same university and the school’s doing some cuts and only one sport will continue to get financial support - either hockey or figure skating. Dream and Hob have a challenge to win a major competition by the end of the semester, whoever manages to do that will secure the financial support for their sport. In the meantime they of course fall in love.

The following scene features a fun dynamic that I enjoyed exploring - Dream and Corinthian as ex boyfriends :) There’s also a lil scene with Hob at the end. Enjoy :)

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There’s a slow clapping sound from the bleachers and Dream skids to a stop.

“Hello, beautiful.”

Dream sighs. This is the last person he would want to deal with right now. “What do you want, Cori,” he asks, resuming his routine practice, trying to focus on the movements rather than on the unwelcome presence of his ex.

“Why, I just came to enjoy the view.”

“I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

“Don’t you? I don’t see any company. Where’s your new puppy?”

So that’s what this is about. Dream shakes his head in disbelief. They broke up five months ago and Cori would still come back with obnoxious propositions. It was over, there was nothing else to say on the topic. There was no reason for him to explain himself to Cori, it wasn’t his business who Dream keeps company with.

“He’s not my puppy.”

“Ain’t he? He follows you around everywhere, salivating at your feet.”

Dream feels the irritation rising in him with every word Cori says, even though he knows that’s exactly what the guy’s aiming for - trying to provoke him.

“Leave Hob alone, Cori,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

“Ah, so you do care about him. Thought he was just a plaything.”

“He’s nobody’s plaything. Leave. Him. Alone.”

Cori sneers. “I really don’t understand what you can possibly see in him. What’s he have that I don’t?”

Dream snorts. “He’s not a self-centered prick, for starters.”

“That’s rich coming from you. We’re birds of a feather, remember?”

Dream doesn’t offer any response to that, which just makes Cori push harder.

“I’ve been making my way through the lacrosse team, but hockey players sure have their appeal, maybe I should mix things up a bit.”

Dream stops the routine and skates towards Cori, stopping by the boards which create a border between them.

“Can’t you find another pass-time than messing with people?”he hisses. “It’s an embarrassment that I ever believed you to be worth anything.”

Cori’s brow twitches, breaking his mask of nonchalance.

“You’re a nightmare, Cori. You play with your victims until they start to bore you and then you leave them to bleed out on the sidewalk.”

Cori snorts. “Please. They know exactly what they’re getting into with me. Everybody knows I don’t linger.”

Dream raises his eyebrows at that.

Cori frowns. “You were different. You were special.”

Dream snorts.

Cori frowns deeper, jaw clenching. He steps forward, up to the boards. “You were. I thought we had something.”

Dream shakes his head and turns his back on Cori, skating back to the middle of the ice rink.

“I bet he can’t make you scream like I can!” Cori shouts.

Dream snorts. Nothing can piss Cori off more than being ignored. “Maybe I am just good at pretending, have you thought about that?”

“Liar. You used to love our games.”

“Everything’s a game to you, Cori. That’s the problem. You don’t know when to stop. You love watching people suffer, you’re a cruel sadist, but not just in bed. You exploit every weakness. And you make everything about you. On my birthday, you took me to a goddamn shooting range!”

“You said you’d like to try.”

Dream huffs in disbelief, turning back around to face Cori.

“From a bow! I wanted to try shooting from a bow! You were only half-listening, as always. I despise guns!”

“It ain’t my fault you don’t have the guts for it.”

Dream laughs bitterly, shaking his head.

“See, this is exactly what I mean. You’re doing it again. Absolving yourself from guilt. Making it my fault. I’ve had enough of your mindgames. I’ve had enough of your sadistic universe.”

Cori shrugs. “That’s how I was made. I thought you could understand. I thought you could take it.”

Dream sighs tiredly. “That’s not a relationship, Cori. When one side is in charge and the other just takes it.”

Cori rises an eyebrow, his tone mocking. “If you wanted to switch, you could have just asked.”

Dream stares at him, unimpressed.

“This is pointless. Conversations with you never lead anywhere.”

He turns his back on Cori once again and resumes practicing his routine.

“He can’t give you what I can give you.”

“Whatever it is you think you’re giving, I don’t want it,” Dream says with finality. He doesn’t react to anymore taunts and insults Cori throws his way, until the man gives up on trying to get a reaction out of him and leaves.

The moment the door shuts behind Cori, Dream drops to his knees, exhausted mentally rather than physically. He lies on his back on the ice, staring at the ceiling.

He doesn’t know how many minutes pass like that.

When he hears the door open again, his hackles rise immediately. “Which part of ‘fuck off’ did you not understand,” he growls.

There’s a silent pause. Then he hears Hob’s voice say: “Er, sorry, I will leave if you want me to.”

Dream quickly sits up. “No. I…you can stay. I thought you were someone else.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Hob joins him on the ice rink. He’s not wearing skates, slide-stepping on the ice towards Dream. Dream cannot help but compare it to Cori’s approach. Cori would never risk his own dignity by trying to get to him on the slippery surface. Hob doesn’t hesitate to join Dream on his playground, letting Dream have the advantage of being on skates - Dream could leave in an instant if he wanted to, and Hob wouldn’t be able to catch up with him.

But then again, Hob must feel at home on the ice just as much as Dream does.

When Hob gets to him, he frowns at Dream who’s still sitting on the ice, making no attempt to get up. “Are you alright? Did you fall? Are you hurt?”

He kneels down by Dream’s side.

Dream sighs, flopping back onto his back. “No, no and no.”

“Ah. Well, may I join you?”

Dream shrugs.

Hob lies down next to him and they stare at the ceiling in companionable silence.

“I’m picturing the ceiling painted like a night sky speckled with stars, Van Gogh style, maybe? Wouldn’t it be beautiful?” Hob says.

Dream looks at the man’s profile, baffled and amused. “This is a sport’s rink, not an art gallery.”

Hob shrugs. “I just think it would look cool.”

Dream sighs. “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Do what?” Hob asks, turning his head to face Dream.

“Keep your unwavering optimism.”

Hob smiles. “Ah, well. I get up in the morning and I decide it’s going to be a lovely day, I am going to meet lovely people and experience something new. I feel very lucky that I get to do things that I love. And there’s so much beauty in the world, waiting to be seen.”

Dream frowns at the ceiling. His voice is but a whisper when he says: “I have to try. So hard. To see it.”

Hob looks at him with concern. “You find skating beautiful, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Then, doesn’t that make you happy? Don’t you feel lucky you get to do something you love everyday? That you have something to look forward to?”

“….I suppose.”

“And isn’t that beautiful?”

Dream looks at Hob, he looks into his big brown eyes that whisper promises of warmth and shelter and succor, promises of a bright happy future.

He lets himself believe in it if just for a moment.

“Perhaps. Perhaps it is beautiful.”

They don’t address the elephant in the room - the knowledge that by the end of the semester, only one of them will get to continue pursuing his dreams, surrounded by friends and family - by the community they found here. Building on the foundations they’ve laid down in this town.

The other one will have to give up on those dreams.

Or leave.

#is this something? idk lemme know i might give it a chance and come back to it if inspiration strikes #dreamling #the sandman #exes dream/corinthian #dream x hob #my writing #sandman #do i know anything about figure skating or hockey? absolutely not this au is just vibes no sense #hockey player hob #figure skater dream

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daydream-cement · 1 year

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Insomniac Student reader request pleeeease!!! I love your writing!

Student has been missing classes due to sleeping late. They have insomnia and fall asleep late, sometimes 1 hr before they have to be up.

Principal Weems goes to their room to talk about missing classes to find the reader sleeping. She wakes them up and they talk about what’s been going on.

She offers to help with night time tea and other ways to keep them calm and grow tired earlier.

Maybe walks before bed with her then tea and then sending them off to bed? Idk, whatever you think is good! Please and thank you!

Time for Bed

Larissa Weems x Student!Reader

Authors Note: This is a cute lil oneshot. It may not be what you asked for tho?

You had always struggled with sleeping and now that you were at Nevermore, your sleep schedule became even more erratic causing you to sleep in much later than normal. Principal Weems wasn't having it, however. She wanted you in your seat at each one of your classes, bright eyed and ready to learn.

Together you formed a solution. Almost each night before bed, she brought you a small cup of herbal tea and then you enjoyed a small stroll around the school grounds and corridors to help you get tired. As you walked and talked, you became closer to one another. You would talk to Principal Weems about home and your friends there while she shared stories of her time at Nevermore.

Tonight was one of those nights that you were sharing a walk before she sent you to bed.

“How were classes today? I hear you started a new project in literature.” Principal Weems asked as she shortened her strides so you could walk side by side.

“Classes were good. Yes, we get to research a different author. I’m choosing Mary Shelley.” You explain, drawing the cup of tea to your lips.

“Frankenstein… Very nice.”

"What were your favorite topics in literature class?" You walk in tandem with Principal Weems, taking a turn down the corridor that leads back to your dormitory.

"Well I used to teach literature before I was the principal, so I have many favorites. But I would always have my students read Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu. She was one of the first vampires in literature." Principal Weems seemed to glow as she revealed a new aspect of her interests and personality.

"I thought Dracula was one of the firsts." You respond quickly enjoying the bit of knew knowledge.

"Certainly a great story, but no Carmilla predates Dracula." Principal Weems smiled triumphantly as she now stood in front of your door. Gingerly, her hand came up rest on your arm, her expression turning gentle once more, "Time for bed, dear."

"Good night, Principal Weems."

"Good night, Mx. L/n."

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #student!reader #fanfic #oneshot #wednesday netflix #platonic #gwendoline christie

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headfullofpresley · 1 year

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Oceans Apart (Chapter 4)

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word count: 7,7K

Summary: You invite Elvis over for dinner to introduce him to your cousin and his wife and the dessert on the menu is you.

Warning(s): lil bit of angst, reader and Red disliking each other, smoking, alcohol consumption, mentions of The Colonel, mentions of Gladys' passing, fluff, smut; fingering, oral (f. receiving)

Author's note: i probably missed a few warnings so lmk! enjoy luvs <3

Missed part 3? Read it here!

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“It’s a fairytale I can’t explain, full of words I don’t know how to say. And without a little twist of fate, I know I’d still be searching, baby. I swear that you’ve been sent to save me, you’re the only one that my heart keeps coming back to; it’s always been you.”

Elvis hated being away from you. He did from the moment you left America, but now that you were only a short walk away from him, he hated it even more.

He could barely leave his bed in the mornings to go do what was expected of him, but he did not exactly have the option stay in the comfort of the bubble you and him had created for yourselves.

Unfortunately, he had a reputation to uphold and duties to fulfill.

You’d stay at his house whenever he’d leave in the mornings so you two had more time together when he came back. You loved spending time with Dodger and reminiscing about the times back in Memphis, but you couldn’t stay here for the remaining weeks you had left.

While you were over the moon about the fact you and Elvis had reunited again, you didn’t come to Germany for him.

Adam and Hanna opened their home for you and while part of you wanted to forget about everyone else in the world and focus on Elvis only, that was not how the world worked.

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Hanna grinned as she opened the front door for you when you announced your arrival by ringing the doorbell. You spent three days in a row at Elvis’ house and while you called Hanna to let her know, you felt a little guilty.

Hanna wasn’t mad at all, you could tell by the wide teasing grin that was raising the corners of her mouth.

“Sssh, no cat talk. He can hear you,” you whispered as you bend down to Aldo who greeted you with a wagging tail. You placed your hands over his tall ears and gave Hanna a stern look as you looked up to her. The blonde let out a laugh and stepped aside, watching you as you stood up straight to walk into the house.

The German Shepherd followed the both of you into the kitchen where you sat down at the dining table, cheeks heating up at the words that rolled off Hanna’s tongue so casually.

“So, how was it? Is he still as good?”

She laughed as she saw the state of your face, placing a steaming cup of coffee in front of you before she sat down with her own. Aldo’s head found its home on your lap and you ran your hand through his fur down his neck, keeping it there as you looked at your friend.

“It was lovely, thank you, but I’m not going to go into detail about how well our sex life still is,” you laughed softly as you held onto the ear of the cup, resisting the urge to take a sip from the warm beverage just so you wouldn’t need to speak further on the topic.

Hanna was curious but she wasn’t the type of person to pressure you into all the naughty details. If you wanted to tell her, you would.

She could be a very patient person.

Ofcourse, you did not leave her hanging entirely and told her about what you and Elvis had been up to other than making up for lost time in the sheets. You told her how you fell right back into the pace of his life and how comfortable it felt to be around his family again. You didn’t know how much you missed listening to Dodger’s stories or the silence between you and Vernon while cleaning the table after breakfast until it became a routine as it always had been those years back.

You were most definitely not fond of all of Elvis’ friends but even being around them felt good. It brought back memories from the time when Memphis was your home and it filled you with hopes for the future that Elvis and these people would be part of your life.

It was mainly Red and Lamar that rubbed you the wrong way for some reason, but you dealt with them for Elvis’ sake. If he considered their friendship to be genuine, you would just have to suck it up and put on a smile every time they were around.

“How have you been? It’s only been three days but it felt like much longer,” you smiled at her as you pulled your hand back from Aldo’s neck, placing your fingertips at the rim of your cup as you brought it to your lips. You blew into the dark liquid for a little bit, taking the risk of burning your tongue when you sipped from it.

“Oh dearie, I know you love me. You don’t have to suck up to me,” Hanna laughed as she waved you off, picking up a cookie from the plate that stood in between you two. “I’m doing all right. In all honesty I was thinking about you and Elvis so much that I kind of forgot about… you know..”

You knew exactly what she meant. The topic hadn’t been brought up since you came to Germany, but she knew that Adam told you. She felt relieved that she didn’t exactly need to say the word, because speaking about it in detail made her feel like the walls were closing in on her.

She always dreamt of being the perfect wife and a loving mother – the latter wasn’t ever happening in her future, so she felt like she failed at being a good wife too. No matter how much Adam would tell her that simply was not true, she found it hard to shake the feeling.

“What did the doctors tell you?” you asked, keeping your voice low as if you were afraid someone would be eavesdropping. You did not want to put her on the spot but you wanted her to know that you were there for her, a shoulder to cry on when she needed one and a listening ear to vent to.

“They talk and talk in their little doctor language, using all big words that I don’t know the meaning of half the time,” she sighed, putting the half eaten cookie down on the side of the little plate her cup was resting on. “Long and difficult story short; my body has betrayed me. Adam and I will never be parents, we’ll never be the picture perfect family and the longer and the more I talk about it, it feels like it’s my fault. Like.. like.. like I failed Adam,”

Her words were coming out fast, switching between German and Dutch and in any other situation, you would’ve giggled at it. But right now, all you did was put your cup down and stare at the female in front of you. Tears were stinging in your eyes as much as they were in hers.

Here was your friend, your family, and she was in a rough place and all you had done since coming here was mess around with the soldier from your past.

You felt guilty.

“You could never fail Adam, Han,” you whispered as you got up from your seat, walking to her side to kneel down beside her. Aldo was ofcourse right there next to you, putting his chin on Hanna’s knee.

She allowed you to take her hands, turning a bit more into your direction. The dog raised his head at the sight of her tears and whined softly, licking your entangled hands.

“Adam thinks the world of you. He loves you, more than words could ever describe,” you squeezed her hands softly, making her look down at you. “I remember the first time Adam told me about you and introduced you to the family and all I could think to myself was… wow, that is what I want to have in my future. Pure, beautiful, unconditional love,”

The both of you blinked your tears away, but your words tugged at Hanna’s heartstrings. She had to pull one of her hands out of your grip to wipe her eyes.

“A child is a beautiful addition to your life but it is not the most important one. It does not define your relationship nor does it define you as a woman. You are a wonderful person inside and out, Hannie, and none of this is your fault,” you told her, smiling softly as Aldo nudged his head underneath your arm to put his big head on Hanna’s lap.

The blonde laughed softly and tickled him behind his ear, squeezing your hand that she was still holding at the same time.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you to talk to. I should’ve come home sooner,”

“Y/N, don’t say that. It’s all right. I am sorry for putting this on you while this should be a happy time for you, you and Elvis finally reuniting and all..” she sighed, sniffing softly. She was smiling, but you still saw the sorrow in her eyes.

Perhaps you wouldn’t be the right person for her to say all of this to, because honestly you had no idea how to truly help her deal with all of this. You had never been in a situation that allowed you to feel the same way she did, but she was your friend. One of your closest friends, even. You still wanted to be there for her in which ever way you could.

“I don’t know how much I say will be of any help to you, but know I’m always here if you want to vent or just… do something to take your mind off things,”

“Oh, honey, your words mean the world to me. It might not look like it now,” she laughed softly as she pointed at her smudged mascara. “But I appreciate you so much and I’m glad you’re here. I wish you would never leave,”

You laughed softly and slowly stood up, walking over to the counter to bring her back a tissue.

“I’m only a 4 hour drive away and you’ll be seeing me a lot, even after these two weeks,” you smiled at her and she raised a curious eyebrow, sniffing her nose before bringing the tissue down from her face.

“Me and Elvis are giving things another try. He’ll be here for another two years and it just.. It feels right,”

“I’m so happy for you, Y/N. I think you and him are meant to be,”

“Just like you and Adam,” you grinned as you took the tissue from her, discarding it in the trash before you sat back down in your seat at the table. The coffee in front of you was lukewarm by now, but you needed the caffeine.

“Will you invite him to dinner tonight?” she suggested, her eyes lighting up a bit more again as she looked at you. “Me and Adam would love to meet him,”

Aside from your parents, nobody in your family has ever met Elvis – at least, that you were aware of.

But dinner with him, Adam and Hanna did sound good to you. It would give him the opportunity to feel somewhat normal again, maybe even get his mind off of his mother’s recent death. You two had not spoken a lot of it, nor about your grandfather’s passing, during those three days. Both of you found it hard to talk about the most important people that had ever been in your life not being there anymore.

You were well aware of what his mother meant to him. How much she meant. And you did not want to force him to speak of her, because you hated seeing the sorrow in his eyes when he did.

You nodded your head at Hanna’s words, smiling as you took a small sip of the coffee that just didn’t taste as good anymore. “I will call him later and ask,”

Elvis was eager to accept your dinner invitation, not caring about the fact that his German was far from good and your family wasn’t the best at speaking English. For him, you wouldn’t mind to take on the role of translator for the evening.

You agreed to the idea he suggested for you to pick him up at the back of the house, so you wouldn’t get mobbed by the crowd that was most likely lingering at the front. There always was, even if Elvis was not home.

You don’t think you’d ever get used to that, to the girls so shamelessly gawking at him with fawning adoration.

To you, Elvis was just Elvis. The boy from Memphis with the pretty blue eyes and cheeky smile you fell for the second you laid eyes on him. The one who gave you your first kiss and let you experience what it was like to have your souls connected through intimacy.

But he was growing up, turning into the man society was expecting him to become.

Time stood still for no one, not even for Elvis and you.

Once again, you felt like a thief in the night as you made your way into Elvis’ street. Elvis and you did not explicitly talk about having the public know what your relationship to each other was and while you wanted it to stay that way because you valued your privacy and anonymity, Elvis was not in the mood to get an angry call from his manager.

The Colonel couldn’t stop him from dating even if he tried, but something in the back of Elvis’ mind told him to keep his mouth shut and keep you to himself.

Keep you as the best and most beautiful secret he ever had.

Tonight, you did not look as suspicious as you had those days ago despite you worrying about it. You had taken Aldo with you to keep you company, part the reason for it was because the dog had been your trusty companion since you walked into your cousin’s house and the other reason was that it would stop wandering soldiers on their way home from trying to talk to you.

You had a nasty bite, perfectly capable of standing up for yourself but when they’d be met with the mean growl of protective Aldo, the men usually backed off.

You succeeded in sneaking to the back of the house without being seen and waited by the locked gate until it was swung open. You expected to be faced with Elvis himself, but instead a smaller male stood in front of you. He was clothed in casual clothing, his brown hair slightly damp as he wore a friendly smile on his face. His eyes seemed sweet, the brown orbs twinkling softly in excitement.

“You must be Y/N,” he greeted you, closing the gate behind you as you stepped into the back yard, holding a hand out in front of you. “I’m Joe. Elvis is still getting ready, but he’ll be down soon,”

“It’s nice to meet you, Joe,” you smiled as you slipped your hand into his, shaking his hand firmly. You could see he was surprised by it and it made you chuckle, walking up to the house with him. “Is it okay if Aldo comes in?”

The brunette nodded and opened the door for you, Aldo immediately wandering in like he owned the place. Knowing your way around the house, you walked into the kitchen and smiled brightly at Dodger who was moving around, cooking up a storm for the rowdy bunch that were taking up the living room.

“Oh, there is my little waffle,” Dodger’s face lit up as soon as she saw you, the nickname she used for only you making your cheeks ache because of the smile that spread across your face.

She gasped softly as she noticed the large dog beside you. Like a good boy, he sat down near your feet, tail wagging in excitement as Elvis’ grandmother walked closer. The dog looked up at you with hopeful eyes and he took your laugh as consent for him to stand back up and attack Dodger’s hand with licks as she scratched behind his ear. “And you brought a friend. What a good boy,”

You released the leash out of your hand and allowed her to spoil the German Shepherd with attention as you walked to the counter, stirring in some pots and pans as Dodger was distracted.

“Dodger, is the food ready? We’re hu-“

You turned your head to the entrance of the kitchen, raising an eyebrow at Red who appeared in the door opening. He tensed up just the way you did and neither you or Dodger missed the disapproving tone in his voice as he spoke your name.

“Y/N,”

You ignored the small nod he gave you and turned back to the pot in front of you, swirling the ladle around. “Red,”

It came out as a mumble, could not even be considered a proper greeting.

The elder lady in the kitchen was well aware of you and Red not being fond of each other. You blamed it on the clashing personalities, he blamed you for stealing his friend away from him and the boys.

He thought he finally got rid of you two years ago, yet here you were again, bringing back memories that you were part of he would rather forget about.

“Dog belongs to you? I don’t think Elvis will like him being in here,” Red pointed out with a small grin on his face, leaning against the frame of the door opening.

Dodger made her way over to you, taking the ladle from your hand so you could turn to face the ginger haired male that was definitely overstaying his welcome. In your opinion, at least.

“Yes, the dog belongs to me and Elvis doesn’t mind, you don’t have to worry about a thing, Red,” you told him as you picked up Aldo’s leash from the floor, grinning softly to yourself as your companion completely ignored Elvis’ friend. “Dinner will be ready in about thirty. If you’re hungry, eat a slice of bread,”

His jaw clenched at your words and the way you nodded to the bread bin that stood on the counter. So smug, so sure of yourself.

He couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t stand you.

You pulled a face at his back side as he turned around and retreated back into the living area, doing your best not to flip him off. Joe who was sat on the couch with a view of the kitchen laughed softly as he noticed it, putting his thumb up at you.

You think you were going to like Joe.

Elvis missed the small altercation between you and Red by a few minutes, coming down the stairs with a bright smile on his face. He made his way to the kitchen immediately, showing off his pearly whites before he planted a firm kiss on your lips.

“You look beautiful, darlin’,” he greeted you with a compliment, his smile never fading as he noticed the dog at your feet that looked up at him with big and curious eyes. Elvis got through his knees almost immediately, gently grabbing Aldo’s head in his hands as he tickled him behind his ears. “Ain’t you the cutest thing around,” he laughed as Aldo barked in excitement, tail wagging quickly and creating a small breeze at your legs. “Well, almost the cutest,”

You looked down at Elvis and smiled, your heart skipping a beat as he shot you a wink.

Suck on that, Red West.

You and Elvis helped Dodger prepare dinner while she kept getting distracted by the new friend that you introduced to her before you stole her grandson away for the evening.

The walk that would usually take you five minutes lasted a little longer due to the detour you had to take so he wouldn’t be seen by screaming fans. He wasn’t in uniform, so it wouldn’t be hard to spot him.

You looked at the box of chocolates that was tugged under his arm, whiskey bottle wrapped in brown paper in his hand. “Adam does like whiskey, right?”

“He does, but you didn’t have to bring anything,”

“Ofcourse I do, it’s my first time meeting them,” he smiled as he stopped walking when you did to let Aldo sniff around in the bushes of the small park you were currently in, Elvis’ arm hung loosely around your waist. “Teach me some German, so I don’t look like a fool. How do I say.. ‘Thank you for inviting me’?”

“Danke für deine Einladung,”

He widened his eyes as he looked down at you, letting out a hearty laugh as he tried to repeat it. Other than small words like ‘Hello’ and ‘Thank you’, his knowledge of the German language didn’t extend very far. People usually spoke English to him where ever he went and he simply did not have the time to sit down and learn another language.

For an American, you thought his pronunciation wasn’t too bad. You weren’t an expert at the language yourself, although it was similar to your own it was very different at the same time. You spend the rest of the walk teaching him small phrases that he could use in casual conversation, but as soon as he was face to face with Adam and Hanna, he forgot every single one of them.

“My English is not the best, but your German is worse,” Adam laughed in good humor as he stopped Elvis from stuttering, landing a friendly slap on your boyfriend’s shoulder.

Elvis let out a relieved laugh, the nerves that he had been feeling but didn’t tell you about slowly disappearing. He liked the thick accent Adam spoke with. Although yours was not as audible, it reminded him of you.

Brought back memories of his time back in Memphis with you. Where he would get you to teach him bad words so he could throw them at people’s heads in arguments and seem like he was more cultured than them, or so he could simply catch you off guard when he’d jokingly cuss you out in your own language.

He had missed the way you would stumble over your words when you’d get excited or when you were angry, even when it was directed at him.

He missed the way you’d forget about a certain word in English and had to animatedly explain to him with frustrated hand gestures what you meant.

And like the soulmates you were, he always knew what you meant.

As dinner progressed, Adam and Hanna were treating Elvis as if he had been part of the family for years already and Elvis loved every minute of it.

The home cooked meal, the drinks that were nursed throughout the evening, the (embarrassing) stories that the couple shared with him about you.

It made him miss his mother, but he didn’t give himself time to get in his feelings about it now.

He was seperated from Memphis by an ocean, but tonight he felt like he was home.

“Our uncle used to dress up as Santa every year and Y/N thought he was the real deal until she was about 10,” Adam laughed, at you, as he took a sip from the whiskey Elvis bought him. “I think I have pictures somewhere,”

“Adam, no! Don’t do this to me,” you called out to him in Dutch, laughing as you linked your arm through Elvis’, hiding your face in the softness of his knitted sweater. Elvis frowned as he laughed, meeting Hanna’s eyes from across the table.

“He’s going to emba.. embarrass her,” she spoke in her best English, chuckling as she pointed at Adam who bounced back to the dining table in excitement, sitting back in his place as he looked through the pictures in his hands. You were still hiding, groaning softly.

“This one is my favorite,” Adam giggled in excitement, happy to be teasing you in front of Elvis. Your boyfriend took the picture from him, letting out a loud laugh at the way you were sitting on Santa’s lap, crying your eyes out in fear.

You were about four in the picture.

“Baby, you’re adorable,” Elvis grinned as he wiggled his arm, causing you to raise your head with a flush on your cheeks. He pressed a kiss on your forehead and smiled brightly as he looked back at the picture, his eye catching Santa’s face.

Andreas’ face.

His face was barely recognizable due to the white beard and whole Santa Claus costume, but those eyes… Those eyes.

Full of friendliness, but he didn’t miss the small hint of mischief in them.

Like this person was in on something that nobody else was. Carrying a secret that was not meant to be spilled to anyone.

He immediately thought of The Colonel. Despite the costume, the resemblance was almost uncanny.

“This is your uncle? You never told me about him,” he whispered as he looked at you, Adam and Hanna too occupied with the other pictures as they laughed together.

“Yes, my uncle André. He’s not.. he’s not in my life anymore,” you told him, leaning your cheek against his arm as you took the picture out of his hand, looking at it with a fond smile on your face. His quickened heart slowed down a little as you spoke that name, relieved that it wasn’t the person he thought it was.

It couldn’t be.

“You can talk to me,” he whispered again, leaning his head down a little to plant a small kiss on your temple. You sighed deeply and looked up at him, sitting up straight to lean your chin on his shoulder.

Elvis had done a good job at distracting you from the nasty secret that was in your family. It was the biggest reason why you came to Germany, after all.

But you couldn’t tell him. He had enough worries on his mind, being so far away from home, not knowing if his career would be the same when he’d go back.

He was griefing his mother.

You couldn’t tell him. Maybe some day, but not now.

“I know,” you smiled as you kissed his lips, placing the photo on the table to reach your hand up to his face, pinching his cheek softly. “But it’s not important enough to talk about. I only want to talk about you and me,”

He didn’t pressure you on it, knowing that would get him nowhere with you. He had known you longer than today.

“We can do that,” he grinned as his teeth sunk into his lowerlip. You laughed softly, picking up his glass and handing it to him to wipe that grin off his face.

Adam showed a few more pictures to your boyfriend who was very amused by all of them, sneaking the one where you were crying in his pocket. In all of the pictures that Adam showed, your uncle was dressed up as Santa or not in them at all.

The subject naturally changed and Elvis and Adam fell in conversation as you and Hanna cleaned the table, your cousin too distracted to look for more pictures.

Unbeknownst to you and Elvis, that was a good thing.

“How’s your work going? Adam told me you’ve been a busy bee,” Elvis smiled at you as he sat down on the couch in the living room, shooting you a thankful smile as you handed him a refill of his drink before you sat down next to him.

After cleaning the table, Hanna dragged Adam out of the house to go for a walk, ofcourse not leaving before she gave you a knowing wink.

That girl really was something.

“Oh it’s just wonderful,” you smiled happily as you took a sip of the wine you poured for yourself, placing the glass on the coffee table in front of you. You took the egg shaped table lighter and flicked it on, holding it out to Elvis as he placed a cigar in between his lips while you spoke. “Nellie, my boss, is truly amazing and I’ve learned more from her than the years I’ve been in school. And I actually get paid for this,”

He laughed softly as he took the lighter from you, flicking it back on as you leaned forward to light the cigarette you placed between your lips. The movements between you two were so smooth, as if you hadn’t spend time apart at all.

You were comfortable around him – a feeling you hoped you’d never lose.

“Maybe you can design something for me some day,” he smiled as he put the lighter back down before leaning back in his seat, his arm resting on the back of the couch. You moved closer to him, blowing out some of the smoke in the other direction and away from him.

“Hmm, if you ever decide to wear gowns, I definitely will,”

You laughed together and the sound of it warmed your heart just as much as it did Elvis’.

He could spend hours listening to record after record, but your laugh was his favorite melody in the world.

“How is the industry treating you? You’re well known here but I bet it’s even harder to walk the streets back at home,”

He took a drag from his cigar before placing it on the edge of the ash tray that stood on the table, leaning back again. His hand reached out to your face, caressing a strand of hair behind your ear and repeating the action a few times as it fluttered back in your face every time.

“It’s… crazy, honestly. I never expected this to happen to me and it still feels like I’m dreamin’ most of the time,” he admitted, sighing softly as his eyes met yours. Instinctively, you leaned into his touch as his fingertip absentmindedly traced the features of your face. “It’s nearly impossible to walk the streets without people comin’ up to me and ofcourse I’m grateful, extremely, but it’s.. it’s hard sometimes. Gets lonely,”

You nodded your head slowly, moving your hand over the back of his to take it off your face, placing a kiss in his palm. He smiled at the gesture, twisting his hand around to lace your fingers together.

“Every time something good or exciting happened.. it made me think of you. Wanted to call you up at the end of every day,”

“You could have,” you whispered, squeezing his hand softly. Your eyes caught sight of the cigarette in your hand, forced to lean forward to flick off the ashes in the ash tray. After another small drag of it, you decided to push it out next to his cigar.

“Would you have picked up?”

He was nervous to ask it, but the words spilled out before he could stop them. He would understand if your answer would be no, but it would hurt him just as much.

“Yes,” you said before there was time for him to get in his head about it. You looked at him as you leaned back in your seat, placing a hand on his chest. You let it wander up, fingertips playing with the neck of his sweater. “I would’ve picked up in a heart beat. I never forgot about you, El, and I don’t think I ever will,”

His heart clenched at your words, because hearing you actually say them out loud got him emotional. He never thought he’d see you again, never thought he’d hear you say you loved him and never forgot about him.

It took away all of the doubts that plagued his mind for the past couple of years.

He cupped your face and you immediately leaned in to him, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips met yours. “I love you, baby,” he whispered as he gently pressed his forehead against yours and your eyes slowly opened at his words, looking into the ocean blue ones of his. “I’m gon’ make you my wife and we’ll have little Presley’s runnin’ around, you just wait,”

Your heart leaped in excitement against your ribcage, but the both of you laughed at his words nonetheless. To be his wife and give him babies was all you ever wanted and you did not want to think about how that might sound unrealistic. You had no idea what the future held for you and Elvis, but you’d push reality away for as long as you could.

“You know I love you, but who says they’ll have your name?” you pulled back to raise a teasing eyebrow at him and he threw his head back with a laugh.

As he looked back at you again, you smiled fondly at the smile on his face and the flush of his cheeks. He was far from intoxicated but the few drinks he had tonight had some effect on him. You thought it was cute.

“Fine, fine.. both of our names then,” he grinned, leaning closer to you again to kiss you once more. This time, he didn’t back away to speak anymore. As soon as you felt the presence of his tongue, you parted your lips and ran your hands over his shoulders and around his neck.

He felt broad and firm under your touch and three days weren’t nearly enough to make up for lost time. You could never get enough of him, not back then and not now.

As you pressed your chest against his and deepened the kiss, his arms snuck their way around your waist to lift you onto his lap. Your dress rode up, exposing your panties a little due to the fact you were straddling him and the dress you were wearing was fitted rather than flowy.

You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning into his mouth as his hands slipped down to your exposed thighs, fingertips hooking underneath your panties in only a matter of seconds.

“We c-can’t,” you breathed as you pulled back from the kiss you shared, giggling softly. He ignored you as he took the opportunity to plant open mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, tugging at your underwear. “They can come back any second,”

Once again, your words fell on deaf ears and he took things even further by moving his hands back to your hips and pushing you down on the couch.

You were glad Adam and Hanna took Aldo with them for their evening walk, not needing an extra pair of eyes to witness what was about to go down.

Because you could never resist Elvis, so even though you were scared of getting caught, you didn’t stop your boyfriend as he moved onto his knees on the floor. Instead, you kicked your heels off and raised your hips off the couch for a second to give him the space he needed to slip your panties down. He shamelessly shoved them in the pocket of his pants, right on top of the picture of you and Santa Claus he put in there earlier.

“You just can’t wait, can you?” you giggled as you watched him kiss his way up your leg, teeth sinking softly and playfully in your right thigh.

“Wasn’t sure if you were stayin’ over tonight,” he mumbled against your skin with a smirk tugging at his lips, his hands moving up to push your dress further up to your waist. “Are you?” he questioned as you didn’t give a reply to his comment and you looked down at him, laughing softly.

He was trying to sound confident, but you didn’t miss the uncertainty in his eyes.

“I am. Can’t let you wander the streets alone at this hour, it’s dangerous,” you grinned jokingly at him and he rolled his eyes, chuckling softly.

You expected another smart remark from his side, but what you didn’t expect was his tongue licking up your folds, flicking at your clit teasingly. Just once.

Okay, you half expected it to come, but you figured he’d at least give you a warning. Work his way up to it a little more, kiss his way around it before he’d dive straight in.

You weren’t complaining, though. You would be a fool to.

He smiled confidently to himself, placing his flat hands against the insides of your thighs to spread your legs further. He licked his lips at the sight of your pussy right in front of him, arousal glistening in the dim lighting.

He could see it. He could smell it. And God, it was driving him absolutely insane.

He knew you’d keep your legs spread willingly, so he moved one of his hands to spread your lips apart, blowing teasingly on your clit.

“Elvis, p-please,” you whimpered as your hips shocked a little at the feeling, looking down at him as you raised yourself on your elbows. “We don’t have time for this,”

“But it’s so pretty,” he smiled as he bit his lip, his eyes never leaving the delicious sight in front of him. “Could look at it for hours,” he whispered as he caressed two fingers down your folds, collecting your arousal on the digits before he suddenly pushed both of them inside of you. He knew you could take it, especially with the way he has had you for the past three days.

And how many times he had you.

The gasp that left your mouth quickly shifted into a moan as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on it softly. He didn’t stay in the position for very long, lifting his head to lick your arousal off his lips as his eyes met yours. “Taste even better,”

“Oh my God, please stop talking,” you laughed as you placed your hand on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair to push him back against you. The chuckle that left his throat vibrated against your skin, but he gave you what you wanted this time – his fingers moving at a slow pace, not matching the movements of his tongue as he was hungrily lapping up your juices, switching between sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue against it.

It didn’t take you long to become a moaning mess and the fear of your cousin and his wife walking in on you was nowhere on your mind anymore. All you could think about and focus on was Elvis’ mouth engulfing half of your pussy, fingertips curling up every time he was buried knuckle deep inside of you. The moans and grunts from his side only got you turned on even more, debating whether you wanted him to make you cum like this or have a quick fuck on your cousin’s couch.

You wanted all of him, all of the time. And how could you ever get the visual of him looking up at you as his tongue was firmly and quickly flicking against your clit out of your head?

You were definitely going to think about this during the nights you’d have to spend alone.

Elvis’ eyes rolled in the back of his head as he flattened his tongue against your folds, shaking his head side to side slowly. Your hands were gripping onto the couch, trying not to tear the fabric apart with your nails as the sight of him made you want to act out.

Or rather, whore out.

“Fuck, E-El.. yes.. yes, fuck!”

You were blabbering, moans and words that didn’t make any sense rolling off your tongue like a mantra. Your hips were rolling along to his rhythm, bucking up into his face. You tried so hard to keep your body still, not wanting to make things harder for him, but he didn’t mind at all.

He ate you out before and while he had always been good at it and liked doing so, he was determined tonight. He moved along with you every time as you thrusted upwards, his mouth glued to your pussy.

He was addicted. Addicted to you and your taste.

“Feel good, huh?” he mumbled against you, tongue laced with cockiness as it was still lapping up your essence. He didn’t want to pull away, not ready to miss tasting you yet.

Your arms felt numb with the way your elbows were pressing in the couch but you didn’t allow yourself to lay down and be more comfortable. You couldn’t look away from him – he was so pretty wearing that high collar knitted sweater, cheeks flushed, eyes hazed with his own arousal and yours glistening on the tip of his nose and nearly half of his lower face.

“Yes, baby, f-feels so g-good,” you moaned, knowing he liked it when you used your words. He was amazing to you, the best you ever had, but he wanted validation and you were more than happy to provide him with it. “M-more, I want m-more,”

You didn’t have to ask him twice and with the way you felt so eager and turned on, he didn’t feel the need to ask for an extra confirmation of your words, arousal clouding his own mind as he added another finger. You immediately clenched around him, eyes squeezing shut out of your control as he moved them in and out of you at a quick and steady pace.

His tongue was relentlessly assaulting your clit and you felt your orgasm creeping up on you. The hand that you had moved away from his head found its way to his hair again and your eyes shot open to look at him, the high pitched moan that left your throat turning into a soundless gasp.

You didn’t need to tell him you were reaching your climax because he felt it in the way you were clenching around his fingers and how the movements of your hips were getting more frantic. He placed a strong arm on your lower abdomen, trapping you against the couch as he watched your face contort into pure pleasure as you came undone on his fingers.

For the first time, you let yourself fall back on the couch as your hips stuttered against his face, toes curling tightly. Your arms were tingling from your previous position but you weren’t bothered by it for one second and when Elvis pulled away from you, you pressed your shaking thighs together.

“Shit, El,” you whispered breathlessly as you laughed softly, looking at him as he hovered above you, big hands placed on either side of your head. You gently cupped his face and giggled, sex dazed eyes looking up at him. “That was so nice,”

“Only nice?” he grinned as he leaned down to kiss your lips, your hands moving hold him down by his sweater.

“No, it was amazing,” you hummed, softly sucking his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his tongue and it only made you more needy for him, trapping him in your embrace as you wrapped your legs around him. He groaned softly, rolling his hips into yours.

Through the fabric of his pants, you could feel how hard he was.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” he breathed in your mouth as he pressed his forehead against you, rubbing up against you without caring about the possible stains you could leave behind on his pants. He was creating friction right onto your clit and you moaned softly, hooking your ankles together behind his back.

Your hands moved down in between your bodies, ready to undo his pants and get his cock out so you could both get what you wanted, but your movements froze as you heard the front door opening and closing.

Hanna wasn’t an idiot and coughed loudly on purpose, announcing their arrival in case you hadn’t hear the door.

Elvis was off of you in a second, both your and his hands frantically pulling your dress down before you took the position you were in on the couch before he gave you a mindblowing orgasm. You quickly handed him his cigar and the lighter, swinging your legs over his lap to hide the bulge he was sporting.

You smoothed out your hair to the best of your abilities, keeping your thighs pressed firmly together since you weren’t wearing any panties. Elvis lit his cigar and slipped his other hand in yours, resting it in your lap as the both of you looked at Adam and Hanna who walked in.

You weren’t sure if the feigned innocent smiles that you and Elvis plastered on your face actually fooled them, but if they knew something happened, they didn’t comment on it.

Adam disappeared into the kitchen to get some drinks as Hanna turned on some music, sitting down on the other couch.

Unintentionally, her eyes caught sight of the red lace panties that hung out of Elvis’ pocket. She widened her eyes, clearing her throat when Adam walked back in and started talking to you about something in Dutch. As Elvis looked at the blonde, she nodded her head to his pocket and when he looked down to see what the hell she was going on about, his face turned the same shade as your panties.

His bit down on his cigar, shoving his hand into his pocket to push your panties deeper in it as well. Hanna giggled softly behind her hand as she took the drink Adam handed to her.

“What’s so funny?” your cousin chuckled, your attention drawn to Hanna now too. You looked at Elvis as he laughed softly, taking the cigar out of his mouth, acting casual.

You looked between the two and raised your eyebrows, smiling.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” she grinned before she sipped from her drink, looking at you as she leaned into Adam’s side when he sat down next to her.

“Red goes well with that dress,”

You widened your eyes at her, immediately realising what she was hinting at and now it was your turn to blush. Elvis nearly choked on his cigar at her words and Adam just frowned, laughing as he nudged his wife’s arm, wanting in on the joke.

You were going to kill this girl.

Elvis leaned closer to you, pecking your lips.

“She’s right,” he whispered with a small grin on his face, cigar hanging in between his fingertips as his hand rested on your legs.

“Red is my favorite color on you,”

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thebestofoneshots · 6 months

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have you always written for the marauders or did you stumble into it or got inspired or ??? i’m just so curious ☺️

story time with Lils.

I could give a simple answer to this, very short, and all, but I feel like telling the story of how I got into fanfiction so you’ll get a whole textbook instead.

It must have been like 2009 (catch me speaking like an old person), when I was laying in my grandma’s bed, fantasizing about a self insert into Harry Potter (actual Harry Potter mind you I didn’t know the Marauders, nor was my 9 year old self in love with a Sirius yet) and thinking “Gosh wish I could write that… but I can’t because copyright and it’s illegal.”

Fast forward do 2011-2012, THE FACEBOOK ERA, and your girl stumbles into a fanpage that *literally* was all about reader inserts with certain YouTubers I had an unhealthy obsession with at the time. It was then that Lilly discovered ✨the fantastic world of fanfiction✨. And it didn’t stop.

I love reading, but I had always been one to write stories, poems, songs, you name it, I probably wrote it. And so I started writing fanfics as well. First I think it must have been the YouTubers. I also remember reading a Percy Jackson fanfic once, and omg it’s been so long, I don’t even remember the webpage I read it at, but it was like it’s own little blog with its own little colors and stuff, cool shit tbh.

Must have been around 2012 that I started a fanfic of Jack Frost. Yes ladies and gentleman, Jack Frost, he was too cute for 12 y/o Lilly. That one, is absolute cringe if I go back and read it now, but also kinda funny? The reverse harem was so heavy in that one I swear I didn’t even know that was a thing but EVERYONE was inlove with the MC.

Either way, writing longer stories really wasn’t for me back then, so I started writing oneshots. And boy-oh-boy did I love them. I must say “Thank you Bucky Barnes for existing and having me obsess over you.” I must have over 30 one shots written for him. Or more, I have never counted. Some still sitting on my drafts lol.

Then I started writing for Loki and made a small follow along fic of the series, called Time Variant 30578, and I was so proud I finished it (-ish, season 2 just came up and I still have to write for that).

Not that it’s the only thing I’ve finished, I actually wrote a book, it’s a book about a serial-kiIIer, but even if we see his life, the actual unaliving parts are told from the perspective of the victims. Pretty gory, certainly something. But I liked it. That one’s done and sitting in my computer. I still want to find time to edit it and maybe publish it one day, but who knows? Off topic.

Anyway I rewatched SPN and wrote a few shots for one of the loves of my life Dean Winchester. And I have pondered on writing a series for a gender-bend spell type of thing. A short one (but actually short this time, not like GC).

And then, somewhere in between me starting a small business of HP stuff and watching Tick…Tick…Boom! (Which had me obsess over Andrew), and the already smoldering obsession with Ben, I started reading Marauders fics. Discovering the magical world of ✨Poly!Marauders✨

And then I wrote the first part of Gilded Constellations (march this year, probably) and then the second and then the first 12 parts and then I decided to post it and then people showed actual interest?!?! And I kept writing and writing and then I wanted GC to have smut. But I was shit at smut and wanted to practice so The Five Senses was born. After a LOT of research, I kid you not, so much reading fics and even YouTube tutorials lol (on writing guys, that kind of content is NOT allowed on YouTube!). Anyway, writing just solidified my obsession with my boys. And then there was Maraudween, more smut practice but also, I kind of like writing smut at this point? And scary action filled stories??? Right up my ally.

So yeah, in short; I’ve always been a writer, I have always liked Harry Potter and I have been writing fanfics for a while and just recently started writing for the Marauders, but you’re not gonna stop me any time soon.

I like living in my own head, and I love writing stories, and I adore our boys so, you’ll be seeing so much of me you’ll get sick of it lol

Did that answer your question? I feel like one of this teachers that students ask a question to and then tell the entire story of their life. But I feel like I did answer the question.

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head---ache · 2 years

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i loveeeeee emmie, she's so cute!! i was wondering if you had a run down of her character, like her background and story, when/how shadow and sonic had her/etc? i want to pinch her lil cheeks! <3

AAAAAAA I'm sosososo glad you like her! She's my baby!!!

So!! Imagine Sonic and Shadow around their mid twenties, they're having conversations about their relationship and all that, and the topic of children comes up. They decide on having a child and here's when the how appears.

You know Shadow's half alien and was created in a lab, with these exact same words my brother thought I was building up to an m-preg explanation, but no I'm not NSJXJSKDJSK I was just thinking, if soooo many years ago a group of scientists were able to create a living creature in a lab, then surely a (former) kid genius could do something like that!

In short: Emmie came out of a tube.

Usually when I draw her she's either five or fifteen, I don't think I've ever drawn her older than that njxiwkksjwisk

Personality wise, she's kind of an ambivert. She's very charismatic, and great with people, however she also really enjoys her time alone, and has a small group of close friends. She's a big tree hugger, so most of her time alone she spends it around nature. She's very high energy, and, she's Sonic and Shadow's daughter, so of course she's fast. Sonic used to take her on runs and she absolutely loved it.

When she was little she was a total cinamon roll, the most adorable little thing, but she would act cuter around strangers on purpose because she likes the attention lol

When she got older she got a bit more rebellious. Of course she has the heroic bone in her, and she would often go behind her parents' backs to fight some bad guys, but of course she doesn't have much experience in saving the world so she usually needs help. She gets very reckless, and Sonic and Shadow have to go looking for her more than once.

She's not necessarily a good leader, but she does do most of the talking for her shy friends (Sparks lol)

And uuuuuuuh yeah! That's Emmie for you! I guess the only thing left is that her full name is Emily???? But now you know so whatever ndkndidjsicms

Thank you for asking! And sorry for the long ass answer I guess I just got inspired lol

#just!!!! I love her and I love it when people show interest on her!!!!#it makes me so happy!!!#Emmie the Hedgehog #live & learn au

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almondes · 6 months

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Just some random things about my WoL that I need to get out of my brain:

They were originally going to be a BKM, but the thought of being able to poke at people with a plastic sword toothpick AND do magic really bought them into RDM

They don't like hugs, but they would accept them if given one. They give the squishiest of hugs- like they would make the squeaky toy noise if possible- which Flow exploits by grabbing them by the scruff of their clothes so that they can't run from his hugs lol

Complains about neck pain a bunch- especially during their time in Ishgard when everyone around them is a tall-af elezen and they are a short-af lalafell...

Speaking of Ishgard, Bell loves Ishgardian weather- the dreary clouds that cover the sky, the crunchy snow beneath their feet, the fog that rolls over every time it rains- anything other than the hot air in Ul'dah is better and Ishgard checks all of those boxes; it's just like the stories they've heard.

They're usually not very talkative, preferring to talk as little as possible- leaving it to Alphie to fill in the empty air.

They have also tried this on Estinien. It also did not go well.

Due to their unfortunate height, Bell has developed a habit of jumping onto a taller friend's back to get a better look at various things. They do this to both Thancred and Flow(bf's WoL) the most often as the both of them feel the most stable when jumping up on(they're both tanks).

They tried it on Alphinaud once as a test and the boy fell ass bsckwards... never again.

In adjacent to that, they also tend to hold on to a stray piece of flowing fabric/loose pants leg on others for comfort; it helps them stay grounded and not lash out during a stressful confrontation(without combat) that requires careful wording- diplomatic stuff really. They hate forced social interaction.

They are prone to snap at others- coming off as rude or insensitive- due to their upbringing and see the worst in people before they can see the good. It took a while for them to really be friendly to a lot of the Scions- especially to Minfillia. They just could not wrap around their head that she just wants to do good, without a bad ulterior motive. It does not help that they(Bell) have a resting bitch face.

However on the flip side, once they warm up to someone, they are more careful with their words- still very curt and blunt, but not as "murderous" as they are to strangers. The rude behavior is a defense mechanism so that they don't get hurt if they get too attached.. A real tsundere if you ask me-

Bell was born and raised in Ul'dah! They were supposed to take on the family business and namesake but instead they ran away from home- stealing a bit of gil from their vault- and hiding in odd places around the Black Shroud until the gil ran out and they needed a job. Sooooo they came BACK to Ul'dah to be a Thaumaturge, all the while they try to dodge any interation with their parents' employees. Fun times :)

Mahi is their longest and most sarcastic loyal retainer, a rather tall elezen man who has journeyed with Bell for a little bit during their stay in Gridania- opting to become their retainer when they decided to go back to Ul'dah. He's also the one who told stories about his time in Ishgard to them.

Unlike their DND counterpart, FFXIV!Bell is just nicer overall. They at least acknowledge their mannerisms are sometimes very prickly and aren't as pessimistic nor actively hostile towards others. They are trying!! To be!! Better!!

Have they fallen in love before? Yes. It started off as a lil tingle in their chest, and grew to quite the size... But when they found out that the person they had feelings for had his heart somewhere else, they smothered it deep, deep down.

To change the topic now, Bell deals with pain in the worst way possible: holding onto it until it makes them collapse :)

Their mannerisms have instead taken hold of how they act around him- like taking glances at him when he's not looking. They don't notice any changes though and will probably not accept it unless locked in a room forced to confess or something.

They won't say a thing about their problems and needs unless they are dying and it worries Alphy so much- pretty sure they have given him too many things to worry about whoops-

Good thing both of their hairs are white so it can hide all the stress

#《I ramble》#ffxiv wol #ffxiv #there's a lot #theres too many things and i dont think one tumblr post can hold it #that and i have a draft for Freddie as well sooo #idk #if you like reading about my wols then thank you #they have been living rent free in my head #alongside some other ocs #a lot of ocs #I'll make another post for my Azem thoughts when I finish Endwalker #many thoughts......#shadowbringer spoilers #i dont know if this counts as spoilers #is tank thancred a spoiler?#ill still tag it just incase #oh oh if anyone has any good character prompts for wols please send them to my askbox!!

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metukika · 1 year

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ok you needing a second to understand that tumbel in tumblr saved me from my embarrassment for having misread your message xD hell yeah haha

maybe you could write us a lil post about your favorite character & why they are that :D (soz for not doin it myself i‘m not feeling like putting anything out there today)

and don‘t decide that you won‘t ever contribute to a bigger project that touches people yet !!!!!! YOU‘RE SO YOUNG you‘ve got the whole world waiting for you and you‘re ALREADY so good at art though. your art is already touching people, no reason why that shouldn‘t work if you should ever work with others on a bigger project!!! GET OUT THEREEE i mean also take your time but IF YOU WANT THAT ABSOLUTELY SHOOT YOUR SHOT KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN FOR OPPORTUNITIES i‘d personally love to see your work in something bigger :D nothing‘s set in stone <3 <3 <3 !!!

aww thank you so much anon! idk who you are but youre so kind to me... thats so nice!

about the whole future thing... i know i have a lot of time but i think because of some stuff coming up soon (when i leave school) im stressed about the future and my decisions in it entirely. idk what im gonna do if i need to go to the military lol like what job to take... i havent started driving and i dont understand shit about all the other stuff thats attached with going to the military im just stressed in general. i dont wanna end up staying in my parents house forever ig.

but i have a lot of time and i know that even if my connection with my friends fade away when they get recruited (which is... also something that could happen... oh god i dunno how to make irl friends) i still have my family, and probably the online world too. if i open commissions im pretty sure id get some work, but i dont think i could do that too much cuz i hate drawing things i dont wanna draw.

but, again, who knows what will happen. ill be fine haha, especially if there are people like you who care enough to write messages like these. most of my online friends are from twt so its always nice to see a tumblr fan <3 thank you anon.

(im realizing how depressed this is all making me sound like i promise its just my school hammering in the importance of the military signs up like i dont even know what part of the mess ill be in most of the time theyre teaching shit that doesnt concern me. im okay, im not dying!!)

now to actually talk about my favorite character! woohoo! happy topic change!

for the two people who read this and the one thats actually gonna read till the end, im putting a cut so this isnt annoying on ur dash (note to anon: this post is so so fucking long i know u prob asked me my fav character to cheer me up but dont force urself to read this whole thing just to be polite lmaooo but id appreciate it if anyone did cuz holy shit)

something that ive realized a while back is that usually when it comes to favorite characters of media, i have a type.

when i made this the character i had in mind where souda (danganronpa), aiura (saiki k) and teru (mp100).

after making the tweet i also thought of denji (csm) who fits right in, and also bakugou (mha) who doesnt, but he looks like half of the characters i did mention lol.

i think the whole social but nice thing came to because of all those shows and stories where the popular kid in school is the mean bully.. maybe i dislike this trope cuz i havent personally experienced any kind of bullying in my school, even as an observer so i cant relate to the experience of having this type of antagonist. the worst it ever got for me was when in fifth grade a girl made fun of me for crying and no one laughed. (shes still in my class over six years later and shes really nice not ufhduh were not friends but were friendly and i dont hold a grudge). maybe its just cuz im wholesome so i dislike any type of negative character. maybe.

that might sound stupid cuz i said i like bakugou, who i used to think of constantly, like for the entirety of 2021 he was in my mind it was annoying. but idk man not all my favs fit into this category ((shinguuji, saihara, yuuko, tweek (who also looks like them! what the fuck!) yuudai from sakana (why are they all blond?!? and men. more female characters what the fuck) barf bag (yes im an object show fan good morning)))

anyways. i like the popular but nice trope is what im saying. why are they all simps? i dont know honestly only one of the characters that i mentioned at the start is simping for someone i ship them with (terumob) (but the reason i even like teru in the first place might be cuz i saw terumob art, thought it was cute, and decided to search more art. i do that with a lot of characters when i dont watch the show (from the original list ive watched all of saiki k, watched playthroughs of the first 2 dr games, watched like a season of mp100 years ago and watched like 2 seasons of mha even before that. i get my filling of plot and character from meme videos, fanart, and fanfics. i understand enough.) and i get hooked on the ship (more examples include akiangel, kiribaku and the two gay boys from evangelion. a lot of homo happening. also whatever the fic version of this is but with denji and yoshida).

about the simping and the bakugou being mean-- i accept my character's flaws!!! i dont erase them!!! bakugou is an asshole and thats why i wanna see him get punished and learn from his mistakes, even if its a little hard! a great fic where this happens (but isnt the main storyline) is quirk: knife! which is probably my favorite non ship heavy fic, check it out!

my fav characters have flaws but just like how you need to embrace flaws in the people you love, whether that means helping them get better or accepting them, i embrace these flaws cuz it makes them who they are! souda, denji and auira wouldnt be themselves if they werent pushing the lines with their crushes and idk what the fuck bakugou would be if he wasnt what he was.

alright lets actually start talking about my favorite character now.

so, right now, my favorite character of all time is-- ding ding ding-- kazuichi souda! who i already mentioned.

look at him! idk if the one and a half people who are reading this know him, but if u know denji, who is a more popular character atm, then imagine that but more wimpy.

the first time i encountered this character i was watching game grump's playthrough of the second game. i watched their first and enjoyed it but didnt really join the fandom. i didnt know anything about the second so i was going in blind like arin and dan, so theres a chance that whatever i thought about the characters was biased and connected to how they feel.

at first i really liked his design. a lot of the characters have small and complicated details but souda is probably the most simple design, not including hinata, but unlike him souda has a lot of bright colors that draw the eye in! i dont particularly prefer designs with sharp teeth but i think its a pretty nice quirk, since its another part of him that makes him look intimidating. theres a headcanon that he filed themselves but i honestly think he wouldnt do that, and prefer the headcanon that its genetic, even if it makes less sense. but danganronpa, and their designs, dont make sense. i think these little strange quirks are better when they arent thoughtout or have reason. he has sharp teeth becuz. just cuz.

if u dont know what happens in the game im just gonna say that the plot doesnt really matter, cuz really the only growth souda experiences is with his relationship to hinata (the main character) and his trust to his survivor friends that makes him stronger and convinces him to leave the virtual reality. im not gonna be talking about the plot in detail. i also havent watched the anime so im not gonna get into whatever he does there. i do know that he makes some cute faces in it, which is pretty awesome.

but, yeah, besides his design, at the start i truthfully didnt really like him lmaooo he was kind of stalkerish towards sonia (ill prob get into their relationship later), he is also a wimp but honestly... i get it hes stuck in a killing game i would be scared of anything too. i feel like of all of the cast, from all the games, souda is probably one of the best depictions of an actual teenager that might exist. of course he has his obnoxious moments, but in a way that a dumb teenager would have. i dont know when i started liking him, maybe after discovering soudam? hmm.

kazuichi is the ultimate mechanic, which is one of the talents in the game that actually gets used? he makes the communicators in chap 3 and fixes the elevator in chap 4. besides that, he is also important to the second chapter since he helped tie up komaeda and he also brought hinata to the diner, though that has nothing to do with his talent.

he learned to be a great mechanic from working at his dad's repair shop or garage or whatever its called. its mentioned that their family is pretty poor, and i think the concept of a character being at one point or another un-wealthy pretty interesting (did that come strange? sorry). he worked to help get their family money he is a good boy, he mentions being better than his dad too. he doesnt look like the typical mechanic, except from the greasy hair and jumpsuit (im talking specifically about his color scheme) and thats another one of those quirks that make no sense but i just like haha

speaking of his parents, lets talk about a popular headcanon that fans have of souda's dad (before we start i wanna state that my opinion on this topic and the topic of souda relationship towards sonia and his trust issues were all stem from an analysis video of him on youtube, if u know u know, so if i want someone more competent talking about it go there, but if u dont care enough to research it or ure only reading because u like me and wanna hear me talk about something i care about dw im gonna go into detail about these anyways

the hc is that souda's dad physically abuses him. i wanna talk about why dont agree (if u wanna skip this part ill put *** when it ends so just go there <3). this hc stems from a story he tells hinata in one of the free time events where he didnt go to his previous school trips because he wanted to save money for his family, even though he really wanted to go, and he says something along the lines of how his dad "beat the crap outta him" when he didnt go.

do i think his dad hit him? probably. i dont really know how common this type of discipline is in japan, or in places with more un-wealthy people so this might be normal to them. does that make that okay? obviously not. but if the only example we get for him hitting souda is after souda does something good for the family in his own expense, it wont make sense for his father to be mad about it, right? i think he was upset his son had to give up his happiness for them, even if it was to save money. the analysis vid said it might be souda just using more dramatized words for it. He was hesitant to tell hinata that he was picked on at school, i dont think hed just admit to being abused so casually. i think his dad might have smacked him from time to time when he was younger but probably stopped the more souda grew up. if his dad really hated him he wouldnt beat him after doing something that would benefit the dad, is what im saying.

also i think that the way souda acts doesnt reflect someone who would be regularly abused... its not like im an expert, but if we for example look at tsumiki, who was canonically abused and bullied regularly, we can see a great difference. yes, souda tends to be caught off guard or scared of stuff, but usually its less of other people and more about the situation around him. he was scared of monokuma and the monobeasts and the morning after the killing gama announcement. he's also generally not that apologist about his stupid behavior... for example he doesnt feel remorse for tying up komaeda, and even threatens to tie up kuzuryuu too. i also think he said something about wanting to punch one of the other guys? this might be cuz he tends to blurt out his thoughts stupidly and doesnt know how to hold his tongue (something that, if he was abused, would probably get him in trouble) but he never recoils from what he said. he whines about being judged, like after letting slip that he was thinking of sonia in a creepy way, but he never goes back and is afraid that someone might punish him or hurt him. like how tsumiki apologizes for the smallest thing at claims that she'll take any punishment.

it might also be because i generally dont like hcing characters with abusive parents haha. i know for a lot of characters its a part of what makes them who they are, but if thats not the case i feel like its always to excuse the character from some frowned upon trait they have.

its a bit difficult to explain so ill take an example from a different character from a different show. todoroki from mha was abused as a child, and its a part of what makes him him, and its a big part of his character, even if hes not in that situation anymore. i wont deny it. now, theres a hc that some people like to believe about bakugou's parents, specifically his mom, being abusive. this isnt canon. first of all everyone is entitled to hc what they want but a lot of the time i feel this is a way to explain his asshole behavior (also i just love mitsuki). i dont like excusing his fucked up actions and blaming his parents. i think that him being an asshole from the ideals that he himself made is kind of what made him interesting. he believes in what he learned from his own experiences that he and only he had. his stupid child thinking made him the gross person he is, and thats way more interesting than blaming his parents' behavior, like we can do with reason in todoroki's case. todoroki acts antagonistic at the start of the show because of the pressure his dad put on him.

now going back to souda, by making his dad abusive a lot of people linked that to him being a creep towards sonia. while i do see how his parents and their expectations might be a motivator, i prefer to blame souda himself for his wrong actions. i dont want to excuse his actions like that. its more interesting to see him grow from the ideals and reasonings he made himself.

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now let's talk about his relationship with hinata! woo!

canonically, hinata is the person souda is closes to in the game, even though most of the time hinata is just tolerating his stupid behavior. except in his free time events maybe. their relationship is probably the biggest character development souda gets.

lets talk about his past a little more.

souda tells hinata that he used to be picked on for looking like a nerd. he had black hair (but i hc it more like dark brown, because reminder this is a post gushing about my fav character first and an canalization second), brown eyes (in hc world dull pale brown cuz a lot of the char's eyes are dull and pale colored) and glasses (hc: thin and rectangle shaped). he's not really a nerd... except that he's probably good at math and that type of things, since he builds machines and all. if i remember correctly, he says his bullied got away with what they did because he tends to be naive and trusts too easily. he was also used by his best friend that cheated off of his test, blamed souda for it (which he didnt really mind, showcasing how much not a nerd he is if he doesnt care about his studying and tests like that) and then kinda ghosted after feeling bad. but at the time souda was really heartbroken and felt betrayed, this whole situation gave him trust issues because that his naive heart cant tell when someone really wants to be his friend or if they'll drop him when they dont need him anymore.

souda and hinata start off being friends because souda didnt like any of the other guys enough (fair enough, hinata is the most normal one lol) and he tolerated him enough to go to the diner on the second island to spy on the girls with him. at the time kuzuryuu was still an asshole to everyone, but the two do get friendlier after the second trial (survivor boys bff agenda. i did say "bff coded" didnt i?)

souda tells hinata that after his ex best friend left him, he kinda went through something-- he dyed his hair, put in contacts, and pierced his ears (which i like to think was really scare to him) (and i assume this is when he started to wear bright colors, but i like to think he was always a fan of them (aiura and teru kinnie)) to make himself more intimidating (like i said in the list! remember the list?!) so that he wont be picked on. i assume the bullying he experienced was more emotional that physical, and he was probably called names for his nerdy appearance and was made to do tasks for toxic friends and somethings like that. tsumiki was physically bullied and she has bandages all over her design while souda rolls up all his sleeves and has his collar bone exposed while there is no marks on him. maybe he's have some scars from beginner's mechanical mistakes but thats hc territory.

anyways, because of his appearance change, he got some attention from flirtations girls and said that it had intimidated him. i imagine that while he was in his nerd looking mode, he didnt get much attention from the other sex so when they only started approaching him with the assumption he's some punk badass, that was probably a bit overwhelming for him and thats why he has a strained relationship with the female sex. he does kind of sexualize the girls, specifically in the second chapter, but honestly its not really that bad. it kind of even feels a little forced, like he said nanami had "huge jugs" and wonders if this "is what moe gap is" or something like that but he doesnt even say anything about wanting her lmao. the only girl he really shows any interest is sonia, and he mostly gushes about her beauty, instead of her body. not that thats really any better ofc.

he does get along with some of the girls or at least acts normal and not incel-y towards them, like whenever he's angry at saionji, when he felt awkward next to tsumiki or when he made minimaru for owari (though he did mainly do that to impress sonia). when alter ego enoshima suggest putting him between her boobs or whatever batshit crap she said he just yelled he's get crushed, so like. good for him for not being toooo bad. so yeah i do think there are reasons why souda's best friend woudlnt be a girl (for now, at least) and thats why it really is hinata.

and while hinata has other friends, his and souda's connection is special <3 some examples: he is friends with nanami, but they dont really get each other, or at least hinata doesn't feel too connected at her at times cuz shes like a robot and doesnt really get emotions to the full extent. canonically, his and komaeda's relationship is just not... bros, yknow? whatever it is its not "bros". he and souda are bros. i know that he and kuzuryuu consider each other brothers but i feel like while the friendship they have is great, hinata would be more comfortable just letting loose and being stupid with souda. they could connect by being stupid together and distracting one another from the bad in the world by being fun. cuz souda can be fun when he isnt stressed.

but since souda is an emotional character (i dunno if i mentioned this, if u didnt know souda beforehand hes emotional as shit and cries constantly, my beloved) they can get close the two of them emotionally and are empathetic enough to be able to comfort each other. that is, when souda trusts his enough to do that.

thats right. as much as id like to say souda is loyal like a dog, he doesnt really show that in the game lol. because of his experience with his ex friend, souda has trust issues, which i think i already touched upon (idk this is so fucking long im tryna go thru this one topic at a time but good god) and these issues come up in his and hinata's relationship, mainly chap 4. to put it simply cuz honestly the plot doesnt really matter in this context: souda suspects hinata to be a traitor, and because in chap 4 the characters are not allowed to eat, this probably makes him more stressed and causes him to think even more rationally. after the chap is over, in souda's last free time event, he invites hinata to the beach and order him to punch himself.

his actions are really silly here, but basically: hinata shows in souda trust, which makes souda feel like a bad friend, because he couldnt bring himself to trust hinata even though hinata didnt do anything wrong. he feels that their friendship is unfair and that he's the cause of this problem. so i guess he knows he'll get into an argument or a fight because of it, or maybe he wants to give hinata a reason to not trust him so he bring hinata to the beach so they could fist fight. but souda doesnt like to harm people cuz soda is a good boy tm so he asks hinata to do the work for him (which he does not do lol. they communicate and talk like normal friends). this is where souda tells hinata about his past being bullied, after in the last free time event hinata said he could see souda hanging out with the cool kids, so this is where he confides that hes not a cool kid. anyways souda comes to the conclusion that hes more scared of being a bad friend and a coward because of his trust issued that actually being betrayed, and tells hinata that he'll trust him. hooray!

in my mind they are suchhhh good friends. i dont mind shipping souda with a lot of the characters, but it think their friendship is the most important to me. i love them!

now lets get into his relationship with sonia!

i do, in fact, think that his crush on her is fake. i do think he believes in it. but he does not realize that the created a version of her brought on by her general politeness, her status as a princess and her beauty, in his mind that every day strays farther away from the real sonia. he denies her liking of the occult and other scary stuff that turns him off and he acts shocked when she admits to being a virgin (yikes. at least he doesnt really shame her. i think it just ruins his image of her-- again, yikes-- but he ignores it mostly. like he ignores her, the real her, most of the times)

i dont know why he needs a romantic relationship specifically so desperately, but i can think of why he wants that puppy love admiration that he has for her. she, or at least the way he makes her in his mind, is wildly out of her league. sure he wants a girlfriend, but deep down he knows hell never get her. thats why when she turns him down again and again he only gets hurt for like a minute. she even suggests she would rather he be the blackened in the 4th trial and he gets over it pretty quickly. this is the reason he wants to like someone out of his reach so much-- because he cant get hurt from her. he isnt being betrayed or heartbroken like his ex best friend did to him (yes this is about the trust issues again) because he never expected to be with her in the first place. by expecting failure by chasing a girl that is so so out of his league (a pretty perfect princess) he knows what he gets when hes turned down. to him, this is better than actually making an effort with someone he is genuinely attached to because in that case he might actually get his feelings hurt. we see this with his relationship with hinata, though it isnt in a romantic sense. sadly, after they become close friends, he still chases after sonia, but that might be because the player isnt guaranteed to play all of souda's free time events.

this stuff probably will take time for souda to understand. ofc this doesnt really justify his actions and creepy behavior towards her... i like to think that at some point (i constantly forget that dr is a game about killing each other and the apocalypse, but ig this can take place in here too since they both survive) he understands where his problem stem from, maybe with a conversation with hinata or kuzuryuu and he learns and he asks forgiveness from sonia and changes his behavior. the long and hard way!!! my boy did something stupid and he has to make up for it!!!! he will take responsibility because thats what good character writing is!!

itll probably be difficult to come to terms that the girl in his mind, that i do believe he actually fell in love with, is not real. he will cope <3

briefly i'd like to mention souda's and kuzuryuu's relationship i think they are bffs #2 honestly i feel that the both of them plus hinata could be the best trio they are such wholesome guys from all corners of the bro spectrum let the be friends<333 idk maybe even add owari. owari and souda sibling energy <3 this is just hc territory at this point. mioda and souda sibling energy!!!!! for more kuzuryuu and souda friendship read the fic Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi's Guide to Despair Disease: A How-To Take Care of Your Friends(?) Without Spiraling Out Of Control Story. still a wip.

hmmm that was a lot. lets talk about some hcs cuz believe it or not i dont just think of his as what he is canonically, but also what he could be!

ok lets talk about appearances (still canon atm:) he is short-- one of the shortest guys in the cast cuz fuyuhiko and teruteru dont count (thats a plus) and he is, sadly, pretty ripped. it makes since cuz he prob carries heavy stuff and moves his arms a lot for his talent of being a mechanic but when a (male) character is TOO ripped and not for a good reason (for example theres a good reason why nidai or oowada are physically strong cuz of their talents, and some characters are just himbos that deserve it like momota) i just look at them like :|. but it think souda deserves some strong arms <3 he is a cuddler. he would. i just dont think he's impressively ripped. like i think he could sprint fast, but not for long, and that girls wouldnt flawk him for his arms (if they already knew who he was) cuz all in all he is still a wimp loser and he will stay as such, please and thank you.

im a big fan of his narrow eyes. theyre just. dont make sense on him i love it. just like the sharp teeth, he is blessed with looking the opposite of his personality.

now lets talk about post canon appearances! in the world of canon, where the most tragic event in history happens and they were a part of the despair refinements and they live the neo world program (i always forget they dont live in my lil modern day normal aus, ugh), i think he would wake up still looking like how he did in his depair era. idk how long theyre like that but this is my personal hc: hair that reaches his chest, some ugly dulled down pink still sticking to the tips of his messy hair, no hat </3 but his hair is long enough that he doesnt have that hedgehog thing going on </3, no contacts, no glasses, probably scars over his arms and one over the side of his lips like that rio penguin from madagascar (also curse that show for making my tiny stupid child brain think there are penguins in the desert. at least there are such a thing as beach penguins... hmm). i think he would cut his hair to be shorter that it is in canon, a bit longer than hajime's and would resemble saihara's except brown, parted and no ahoge. he wold be dispensation by the length. he would also wear a cap (the normal way) and with his natural colors back, he would look very snuggble :)) he would hug everyone he would be the comfort giver at least to the survivors (this is the part where u realize how insame i am for him lol)

in a world where the end of it didnt happen, i feel like he would feel kind lonely for a while after school, and wouldnt care enough to wear contacts and would go back to glasses, and he wouldnt dye his hair (i just really like his naturality okay i know i said i liked him at first for his colors but this is character growth! he is learning that he doesnt need to be intimidating to get friends!!!) his hair would be a little longer than canon but not by much. i just have this au where he works in an office and there he meets kamukura (who, personality wise is just hinata but depressed) and they become bffs dont at me, and this is how he looks in that au, wearing a button down without the tie and the sleeves rolled up. i do think hed wear obnoxious colors in his free time tho <3

maybe i should get into ships a little? mostly i shipped him with tanaka because i love me some rivals to lovers that isnt angst filled and is mostly just petty. theys either be salty towards each other or tanaka would be very intense in his friendship and souda would be tsundere-ish, not the obnoxious type tho. imagine how denji acts towards yoshida. (denji and souda are actually really alike. before i knew anything about csm my twt mutual told me id prob like denji cuz i like souda and.. well he was right)

but recently i dont really focus on shipping souda with anyone as much as i focus on his friendship with hinata (am i the only one who watched gg compilations and put their faces behind the silly conversations? like i imagine their sprites laughing while the video plays. is that weird? them and also saihara&momota. cuz theyre the same relationship!!! tactful mc and their friendly dumb bro! they!!!). also if u recall i made that drawing of souda with a bunch of ships so its not like loyal lol.

also why are souda and tanaka together constantly in the anime... i think its the end song where theres a slide show of all the characters in class in places like a picnic and the beach and stuff and the two of them are almost together. theyre at the very least friends. that dynamic where they both look intimidating but theyre both so fucking stupid. frienemies. <333 they are so <333 theyd be friedns at least!!! thank you for the anime for realizing that.

i also like to imagine that he and tsumiki would be friends <3 they were both bullied, they both cry a lot and arent really taken seriosuly, at least when it comes to their emotions. i think theyd hug and cry together and be friends :) also as couple they could be very cute.

i dont really know what more to say... i think this is it! i dont know what about kazuichi souda makes me love him so much. he is flawed but not to the point of being unlikable. he is unique but can easily be related to! i care about him so much... the amount of aus i come up and put him in... i dont post so much about him, but know he is my love. ofc i dont have romantic feelings for him some ppl just thirst over their favs i wanna preface that aint the case. not cuz of his age (im close to him in age) but cuz i just... dont feel and romantic or thristy feelings towards anyone so istg if anyone says something stupid to me about that.

thats all! i think this is the longest post ive ever made? when i got this ask last night i thought id write about all those characters i mentioned at the start but then when i went to bed i thought about my answer and realized i have a lot to say lol.

to the one person who actually read until the end, if u even exist (who knows myabe this was for nothing, i still had fun), you're insane. and i hope u have a great rest of ur day. if u didnt know who souda was before this... well u certainly do now (also why did u read this?) sometimes i just gotta rant about something i adore haha. its been a while since i went all out cuz me and my irl dont watch the same shows. i hope i made whoever read this love souda! at least a little!

this post is 5787 words long... im not rereading this

#this post is an investment #kazuichi souda #character analysis #also this is not proofread so expect a bunch of typos haha

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knowing that the anubis kids have lived together for years (or like <2 years in eddie/kt/nina's case), I refuse to believe that they never developed crushes on another person in the house (like aside from their respective partners). SOOO do you have any hcs about potential crushes each of the anubis kids could've had? [sidenote: i'm a firm believer that patricia and alfie had crushes on each other as kids, and I will die on this hill 😂]

yes!! i mentioned it briefly here/here but i think it's def possible that mara had one on alfie (i have no reasoning except that it gives off childhood-best-friends au!peraltiago vibes aka 'he makes me laugh' aka v cute) but it was one-sided, and amber/jerome had lil baby crushes on each other at some point as well (also no reasoning for this except for that throwaway post-ping-pong line but also i lowkey love them as a concept?).

i think alfie was the first person Patricia had feelings for but didn't actually realize it until eddie came into the picture and she was like "oh THAT'S what was happening" lmao. alfie basically-canonically had a crush on Patricia during s1 and i think that started probably as soon as they moved into the house but because they became really close friends almost instantaneously, i don't think he ever really realized it, especially because he mentioned amber was pretty *one* time and jerome started incessantly teasing him about that. unpopular opinion though but palfie crushes resolve themselves by mid-to-late season 2.

eddie only ever had eyes for patricia (while at the house) end of story the end :)

kt and joy is basically canon in 3a as well although i think joy gets over it by 3b when sibuna stuff starts ramping up and she's not in it anymore. there's a brief period of time (like a couple weeks max) sometime after amber leaving that sparks seem to fly between joy and alfie, but she convinces herself it's all in her head…it wasn't entirely, let's put it that way.

obviously joy and fabian was a thing on her part, but i do think he let it go on so far because he kinda thought he might like her too, although he wasn't sure. also at the very beginning of high school people started assuming him and mara were a thing (because nerds stick together, right) and lowkey he always assumed it would happen by the time they graduated although he never actually had feelings while those rumors were going around. also something abt how nearly every time he hung out with joy, Patricia was there, and how that complicated things too.

this is slightly off topic but i have this headcanon that there's some point while they're doing victor's chores in season 2 that Patricia tries to explain what went on the previous year with joy to eddie but because she cant actually tell him most of the details she ends up focusing way too much on her own trauma and eddie just kind of goes "that's a lot for someone who was 'just a friend', yacker". now obviously he's teasing (and entirely in good fun, and she knew it) but she can't stop thinking about it. now I'm conflicted on whether or not there were actually feelings there because i love their besties dynamic so much and i 100% want it to stay that way, but idk

tbh. mara and willow shouldve gotten together at the end of s3. that’s also irrelevant to this ask but close enough that im putting it here

OH AMBER yeah no she was definitely into nina in season 2 (if not season 1) and you can't change my mind on that lskdfjl

also i dont think either of them liked each other AT ALL but sometimes i watch a kt/alfie interaction in 3b and wonder if the writers were considering going in that direction. I'm so glad they didn't

#asks #anon #excuse the atrocious punctuation lol #house of anubis

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robinbuckley1985 · 1 year

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“We Weren’t Each Other’s Forever”

Prompt: “Don’t say it’s over. Please, give us another chance.” “This isn’t our fault. Fate didn’t want us together.” “Have you ever really loved me?” “You can’t change my mind about this. We’re done.” “Don’t try to pin this on me. It was a joint effort.”

Paring: Elyse Wheeler(OC) X Lilian Mayfield-Sinclair(OC)

Summary: When tension rises in the relationship, Elyse attempts to have a civil conversation with Lil. Can they salvage the relationship?

Warnings: Angst angst angst, No happy ending, It’s literally heartbreaking, Spoilers for my Stranger Things Story, My shitty writing

A/N: Inspired by my surviving hawkins story I’ve posted about a few times. I really loved writing this lmao thank you to Skye once again for making me write this. Hope you guys enjoy the lovely little heartbreak.

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August 28th, 2019

One year, one month, eleven days. That’s how long their relationship has lasted. One of them thought it would last forever. The other was about to ruin that. Relationships were not Elyse’s strong suit. She had barely been in one before she had started dating Lil. And sure she was happy, she did love Lil. That much is for sure. But, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. They had their issues, that much is obvious. Except, Lil didn’t like to acknowledge the issues in their relationship. Therefore, causing more issues.

Overall, it wasn’t the healthiest relationship. But, neither of them wanted to have the conversation about it. It had taken them so long to get here, after years of unknown mutual pinning, they didn’t want to lose it. And what Elyse was most afraid of, losing her best friend. So, she avoided this conversation. Until now. Now, they were both going off to college. On opposite sides of the country. Elyse was going to be in California, Lil was going to be in Massachusetts. That was not going to work. Long distance doesn’t work. So, now it was down to either talk about it in person and hopefully fix things to at least salvage the friendship, or avoid the issue until everything explodes when they’re thousands of miles away from each other and lose their friendship in the process.

So, that’s why the two girls are sitting in Lil’s bedroom, a few suitcases around the room, half the room packed up. She was leaving next week. Elyse had offered to help her pack, because she knew this would be the only chance to really talk. Lil had gotten very good at avoiding talking about serious topics, especially when it came to their relationship. They had both gotten so swept up in the feeling of finally being together, they rushed too fast into it. And now it was crumbling down around them.

As Lil flopped down onto her bed, Elyse sat down on the edge near her. She finally had her chance. She wasn’t wasting it. “We need to talk.” Lil sat up abruptly, getting ready to come up with an excuse. “Don’t. We can’t keep avoiding this. We need to talk.” Elyse said, firmly holding her ground. This had to be done. No matter the outcome, it couldn’t be avoided anymore. “Okay…” Lil said quietly. She placed her hands in her lap, looking down at them. “Look, I think with both of us going to college, and with the problems we’ve had…I think it would be best for us to….not be together anymore.”

Lil’s eyes started watering, her eyes still on her hands. Elyse let out a shaking sigh, a wave of relief washing over her after finally saying the words. “Elyse….don’t say it’s over. Please, give us another chance. Whatever I did wrong, I can fix it. We can fix it together. I….” Elyse gave a look at the girl in front of her. A small ‘oh’ left her lips. Elyse sighed, falling backwards onto the bed. Lil sat there, blinking away tears.

“I-if yo-if you can do this so easily, have you ever really loved me?” Her voice was breaking, holding back sobs. Elyse avoided her eyes, instead looking at the ceiling. “Do-don’t say that. Never say that. I wanted to have this conversation with you because I knew we needed it. Not because I-not because I wanted to hurt you. Don’t ever assume that I don’t love you. Because I do. We just…..” Elyse trailed off, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her eyes landed on the girl, seeing her tear-stained cheeks made her heart break more. She truly hadn’t gone into this trying to hurt her. That was the last thing she wanted.

Lil looked at Elyse, wiping the tears from her own eyes. She swallowed hard, before speaking. “We just what? What? Sure, I get that, I’ve messed up a few times, but what, you’re just perfect and can do no wrong?” She let out a small gasp at the words leaving her mouth. Elyse sat up, her light blue eyes now darkened by the tears filling her eyes. She had a look of such immense pain in her face. “I never said I was perfect. At least I actually took responsibility for what I did wrong. At least I haven’t tried to just ignore everything wrong with our relationship. Hell, this is the exact reason I was hesitant to date you in the first place!”

Lil let out a small gasp at the harshness in Elyse’s words. “But….fine. What did I do wrong that’s such a deal breaker for you?” Elyse sighed, her head collapsing into her hands. She took a deep breath. “For starters, before we were even together, you were jealous of Dan.” Lil scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Oh, please. I was not jealous. I was concerned for you considering how many times you got heartbroken by guys? Forgive me for being worried about another guy hurting you.” Elyse got up, now pacing the room slightly. “Oh, you were worried about me? How kind of you. Except, you made me feel like I wasn’t able to choose anyone over you. Including my own cousin for god’s sake!” Elyse yelled the last bit, her volume catching herself off guard as well as Lil. “You know, for someone who says they love me, you have a really shitty way of showing it. You want to break up just because this wasn’t the perfect little love story you were expecting? God, talk about having unrealistic expectations on life.” She had said slightly under her breath, not really intending for Elyse to hear it. Except, she did hear it. “Don’t try to pin this on me. This was a joint effort, I’m not the sole reason this relationship went downhill.” Lil scoffs, getting up to stand in front of Elyse.

“Don’t look at me like that. Don’t act like we weren't meant to be together. Because I think we were.” Lil says, reaching to grab Elyse’s hands. She pulls her hands away abruptly, pulling them to her sides in tight fists. “This isn’t our fault.” Elyse said, just above a whisper. “Fate didn’t want us together. And it had a really painful way of making that crystal clear.” Lil had more tears fall down her cheeks, her breath hitching in her throat as she shakily exhaled. “You can’t change my mind about this. I know we belong together.” Lil stepped forward, now barely an inch between the two girls. Elyse swallowed shallowly before clearing her throat. “And you can’t change my mind about this. We’re done. Goodbye.” She said, briskly turning to exit the room. As she walked out of the house, down the street to her house, her sobs broke out fully.

Lil collapsed onto the bed, her hands sliding over her face. The sobs were broken and loud. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

Elyse got to her house, making a b-line to her room. She slammed her door shut, making her way to her bed. She got under the covers, holding the blanket close to her chin. Her eyes were burning red from the crying. She was practically choking on her sobs now, barely being able to breathe. It was over.

#stranger things #OC X OC #Elyse wheeler #Lilian Mayfield-Sinclair #oc stranger things

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glitch3xists · 2 years

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The Debate

This is a dsmp fanfic. Probably part 1..?

The first person character is glitch, my persona. Nothing really is used to describe glitch at all, so if you wanna self insert, go ahead. This is just a lil story thing I wrote with a friend because I was really obsessed with the L'manburg era at the time of writing.

This is kinda old. I edited it, but still. There may be some grammatical errors. If so, I apologize.

TW: Swearing. A bit of swearing. A lot of swearing. Glitch is on pog 2020's side. Kinda gets mean. This takes place during the debate. Yeah-

Enjoy!

(This font is thoughts btw)

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"Tommy, may I momentarily step in?" I asked the blonde teen with a small smile.

Tommy was in a debate against George for vice president and he was getting a little too emotional. George might win this and that is awful enough as it is.

He looked at me hesitantly, really wanting to finish his argument.

"Tommy. Let her help. Our country is at stake." Wilbur commanded softly.

Tommy sighed and muttered "Fine", before switching places with me as I stood up to the podium.

"George not found." I started, taking in a deep breath as I prepared my speech.

"Yes?"

"George that was not an invitation to start talking." I deadpanned.

Tommy, Karl, Quackity, Fundy and Wil burst out laughing.

"...Anyways. I noticed how you have been bringing up certain points to this debate, such as not letting others into our beloved land. And, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to unveil a couple points myself."

My smile vanished and I gave him a scary pointed look. I was truthfully beyond pissed.

"You tell the court how we wanted war. That is false and you know it. I could tell by just your body language; you were pulling something out of your ass. We made the country peacefully. We never wanted any harm. It says so in the tennets, if you were willing to glance at them. We have a rule about not wearing any armour on our sacred land and even a rule against welding weapons while on our grounds. You were the oned who wanted war."

I could tell I struck a nerve when George started actually paying attention and wasn't playing around anymore. He visibly straightened his posture, which caught Quackity's attention.

"H-hey, wait a minute-" Quackity attempted to cut in.

"Quackity, I believe your turn is over. Now stop interrupting." I glared.

He uneasily looked back at George and their whole party was starting to get nervous as they watched their party member tense.

"As I was saying, we handed dream a declaration of Independence and in return, dream handed us a declaration of war."

Tommy had a wide smile on his face. "YEAH!! TELL 'EM!!" He hyped up.

"We have no sign or indication we meant harm. And we also clearly express this when you were the ones to shoot the first arrows into our land."

"Th-that-- was only because--!!"

"George, I believe I wasn't finished FUCKING talking." He leaned back in his seat, a sign he was trying to distance himself from me. Perfect.

"You are well aware I am correct and I have visual evidence supporting this." I reached into my pocket and watched the opposite team begin to sweat. Out of my pocket came a good handful of tapes.

"I-I believe it's time we move onto our next debate topic-" Quackity stepped in, looking to the judges stand.

"Your honor, please imagine with me for a second. Imagine you have something dear to you, ranging from maybe a journal to a music box. Whatever is important to you. Now imagine someone came in and absolutely destroyed that precious thing you hold dear to you." I looked to Karl for his reaction as I spoke.

George's nose twitched uneasily, pressing his lips into a thin line.

"You get that precious thing fixed and it has recovered. Now imagine that person coming back and trying to take it away from you."

Karl stood for a moment, humming. "Well, I'd truthfully tell them to fuck off. It's mine and not theirs."

I smiled warmly. "How do you think we feel?"

"No, your party ran for election because you wanted to officially rig the system and become president yourselves!!" Quackity intervened.

'I pushed him into a corner. He's getting defensive.'

"We were the only people of L'manburg and we wanted to make sure this is what the people wanted." I calmly replied.

"Bull fuckin shit!"

"I'm sorry, would you rather we let war thirsty enemies in to run for the country we fought for?"

"I-I--" Quackity tried to start.

"YEAHHHH TRY TO BEST THAT ONE BITCH!!" Tommy cheered.

"Shut up! You paid off the judge!!" Quackity hissed.

"And you are the one who asked the judge for easy questions to answer. You think we were going to forget? You tried to rig it first."

"Just shut up!!"

"Tell me to do that again."

The court room instantly shut up.

"No, do it again. Please. It's sooo reassuring to know that the people who want to run for president and vice president want their people silenced. What do you think that screams about your party and their views?"

Quackity and George shared a worried look.

"Ohh, no denying it? Well that settles that." A smirk tugged at the ends of my lips.

They both jumped. "W-wait- your honor, that isn't--" Quackity cleared his throat.

"And another thing." I continued, ignoring the opponent's attempt at cutting in. "What have you done for this country? Wil, Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy, Eret, and I were here making this beloved place from the ground up, not just building structures to commemorate our friendship, but building more trust and faith in one another. You know what George from S.W.A.G. Has done, Your honor? Destroyed it. Would you rather have a loyal, listening president who keeps the peace?" I paused to gesture to wilbur as I spoke.

"Or somebody who clearly wants this amazing country wiped off the face of the earth with no care towards it's citizens?" I turned away from Wilbur and glared at the opposing team.

"We care about the citizens!!" George quickly tried to cut in.

"You care so much you killed them? Taking a one life from each?" I inquired.

Tommy excitedly cheered, clearly overjoyed.

"It appears I have left the other party speechless. Your honor, please observe this and add this to your opinion. We are loyal, caring, and have tried to keep peace. All they have done is wage war. Oh and not to even mention how the person running for president in their party has a past with the person who started a pet war and killed multiple pets. We stayed we will have a dependable authority to come in and stop crimes from happening."

A small breathy chuckle resonated from my frame.

"And Quackity simply believes that everyone will blindly follow rules? What kind of dictator believes everyone will follow him no matter what comes out of his mouth? At least our president has openly showed his love for his nation and the citizens resided within. He listens. He converses and draws a conclusion everyone agrees with."

I took a pause, letting my words sink in, before continuing.

"George and his friends may have started the war but we sure as hell finished it. Tommy sacrificed his prized possessions for his nation. That's how loyal he is. Here in this party, we all signed the declaration of independence, standing side by side and writing our signatures with the same pen. We have history and faith with one another. And I will put my life on the line for these people who sit behind and beside me. Thank you." I ended, giving a small bow, before walking and switching places with Tommy.

Tommy excitedly congratulated me on wiping the floor with the other team, unable to stay still as he gave a tight side hug. I laughed in response, amused with his actions.

The other party eyed me with both intrigue and frustration. I was a threat in their eyes; it didn't take much to see that. But it's their fault because you don't fuck with my friends.

"Glitch." I quickly swiveled around to face the source of the voice, being met with the President's eyes. "I'm so very proud of you. You did outstanding." I could see the pure joy and satisfaction in his facial features.

"Thank you, wil."

A smile stretched onto my face.

I will not let him down.

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That's the end. There is kind of a second part to this? I might post it, it just depends. I hope you enjoyed!

#dsmp #i don't know what this is #this is so old 😭#short story #L'manburg #L'manburg era #pog2020 #S.W.A.G2020 #i don't even know anymore #Wilbur Soot #Tommyinnit #Quackity

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itssecretlymarvel · 4 months

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Welcome to My Story.

Hello my name is Marvel. Most know me as Alex, some know me as {[REDACTED D.N.]}. Even if one person sees this… great! If none do that’s perfectly fine. This is a journal I’m starting for myself to get things off my chest I’m not ready to tell people straight. I’m doing this for others for entertainment or just a little bit of motivation. So here is what has happened in the past 20 years in a very… very condensed version.

I am a survivor of many different types of abuse this won’t come up most of the time if at all. I have been working through the process of living with the effects and get better everyday. The only reason I am mentioning this is so if you are reading this, you can see part of my mental view. If you have questions about this part of my life I am an open book especially on my recovery journey.

I’m from New York… not the NYC, but the gorgeous, but sadly dying city of Syracuse. I live in the Midwest now trying to make the most of it. I was originally born female and came out as trans (to male) in middle school, I’m now a fully grown adult so do the math. I have a large family that I don’t talk to much if at all anymore due to their views and issues relating to the paragraph above, but I have my own that is growing… a husband, a adorable Dalmatian-Beagle Poppi, and a demon kitty named Bubbas. As I’m writing this I’m carrying out child which will be referred to as Little Bean. Part of this journal will bring this up, due to pausing my transition journey to grow our family and all of the pain and miracles that this detour has put on my life especially it relating to my gender identity; especially recently as I enter my second trimester and I keep changing. I am a full grown adult and will be using language as such, I’ve had my fair share of tumblrs through the pick me middle school era and the emo high school era knowing this app all to well, I will not be going deep into deep topics if not answering questions in the comments/dms pertaining to it. This isn’t the place to do it unless it could be used to help someone else. That is saved for my doctors, family, and close friends. So the characters that you will be seeing (All Names are changed because I’m not an asshole)

Marvel/Alex- Due to recently changing my name both of these will be retaining to me, but I personally now go by Marvel.

Nickie (Based off Heartstopper)- My Dorky Husband and best friend. Lil (Little) Bean- Our Child to be born in July of 2024

Poppi and Bubbas- my sweet babies

Any other characters will be explained in the comments. So without anymore delay here we go! Let’s see how long this lasts 😅

Secretly,

Marvel❤️‍🩹

#journal #lgbtq #life series

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coralsgrimes · 1 year

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As I was waiting for my bus, I think I’ve connected the dots on these Benny interviews. Clearly he’s not saying anything he hasn’t said before, so why do publications still go to the hassle of publishing the same thing over and over ad nauseam? Clicks! Engagement! Traffic! The man in white is not mainstream enough to end up on printed magazines, but he does have a very devoted online fan base that will eat up anything he regurgitates like little baby birds 🐥 so yeah, that was my big epiphany lol I hope you’re having a great whatever time of the day Coral!

See I am no expert in this area lol I know as much as I read about or what I got explained to me like I'm 5. Also I love ye and have a nice day too or goodnight ;ccc

Every publication is for clicks but ye would see it more prominent lower the food chain like in some copy paste articles where they just quoted the stuff that was said to bigger publications. And they clicking cuz they clickbaiting ye with outta the ass headline. Remember the bulianne are dating article and then what followed was 3892 articles about twin flames bikini choices and other shite? That was cuz the original one was clicking hard, even locals came to have a look when fandom exploded

NOW! The problem with Benny's interviews is not only that he not saying anything new, it is that he KEEPS REPEATING THE SAME STUFF over and over WORD FOR WORD. It's a fucking script. The questions asked are the same or similar enough to each other so that he can repeat his lil stories. Everyone had enough during his EP promo and now we getting... the same exact fucking thing like it's a repeat of a repeat of a repeat.

Some of the questions/topics are agreed beforehand, all of them probably if me being honest. Plug in the show, maybe mention bigger names cuz he has no other notable work and no upcoming projects. Mentioned Andy G? Well this one would click cuz Benny was only trending while fangirls went nuclear on his ass in August and when Andy G said he lost the Caspian part... during his Oscar tour press. He and his fucking team are pushing for this. He been giving the same interview since September 2021 and some of the stuff is his go to 'personality traits'. Lemme repeat, as Benny would do!!, he is giving the same interview to different publications for almost two years now but some shite he repeats since the dawn of time. And there was nothing groundbreaking or chatter worthy in this since the beginning.

Who in their right mind would think any of this is clicks material? That's why them big headlines cuz the actual interview is shite lol

Like he has a fixed personality of EDuCatEd gentleman, three favourite musicians and two favourite films. He an empath and his dad been writing Christmas poems. He tired of playing villains and he wants to do romcoms. And he lives laughs loves. He's opening up and he cares not for what people think but he will still cry when ye give him criticism. I FINALLY GOT TO LIVE MY DREAM at 40 no regrets. The end.

I can't understand the point of any of this, it's boring and I can fucking assure ye it's not clicking as well. I remember the EP over saturation and the so called devoted fans were making the exact same comparisons I've been making. He just repeated himself every day for weeks.

He never brings anything new to the table like he just reads a script. He basically ai of a man right now. He has no substance and obsession about controling the narrative. Boring controlling and every time it gets more and more creepy cuz like if there are only 5 paragraphs that he repeats all the time cuz these were deemed safe to tell out loud, ye gotta wonder what and why he be hiding. yeee at first I thought there are juicy juicy revelations but now imma pretty sure it's just back to him being absolutely uninteresting person with numerous obsessions so he just took what fangirls told him is so cutsie heart eyes about him and he be running with this and only this ever since.

Soooo ye I agree that them mags want clicks so they just gonna go with his shite but on the other hand it's pretty obvious that Benny needs them to adhere to his lil script and he needs to enact his lil script AGAIN and AGAIN. Ye know so he won't slip on accident and say something fangirls won't like or god forbid people getting a glimpse into his super top secret oh so interesting private life??? That deer in headlights look....

SURPRISINGLY it's not the low tier pop journalism fault here, it's all coming back to Benny and his 'opened up enough' fantasy scenario. It's his lack of personality, dick and taste. And obvi his I know better attitude 🧚🏻‍♀️ That's why peeps speculate so much and why the twin flames shenanigans are/were so popular. Cuz otherwise he saying nothing, seems obsessed with keeping all under wraps and repeats the most boring heard before profile of himself.

Ye know just a couple of oldies to prove my point that we seen it before

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Hello I'm lateeeee, but I arrived

I would rather see Ateez, but well... not sure about The Rose, because someone I don't wanna see is seeing them as well aidyaygsgshshsb

Please give me the avocado tour. Baek you don't want your fanfiction moment inside the avocado? 👀

American and Korean fans are really shameless, like... fucking calm down. Omfg that person complaining about ments gor ratioed so hard, deserved, I've seen their weird tweets before. They're friends with weirdos as well. Don't go to multiple stops if you're bored of them talk??? Btw Ateez were going to Japan and I can't believe fansites showed up at 7am ON A SATURDAY to snap some photos???

Stop the step-siblings, it's not THAT kind of story 😭🤚🏻 do you know Romantic Killer? It came out recently, I remember reading the manga, but it started to bore/annoy me. I just can't remember why aisgjahshshshss but maybe I'll check out the anime. The reviews are mixed

Omggg you're right Tasir is giving Seojun? Maybe that's why I love him 👁👁 I hope he doesn't turn out bad or something cause I'm gonna kms... but what can I say, I love men with earrings lmaooo. But most of the harem guys are sus... Hold onnnn?!

Literally the WC is either "nothing's going on" or "too much is going on" I don't have a horse in this race, so I'm just gonna chill, whoever wins wins, but it would be funny if someone unpredicted won. Brazil lmao😬

I haven't watched the last 2 seasons of TVD, I just saw the ending and read the spoilers, was glad I didn't waste my time on it. It wasn't unhinged like PLL, but just... not it

Like I said, SM is doing well with their solo releases, but I gave up on their groups long time ago, minus Shinee and GG obviously. To think I used to be an SM girl yeeeears ago 💀 I also think JYPE is doing weird shit with NMIXX (and Jinni left?!) and wasting their talent, also making Itzy so mild, whyyyyy 💔

Bestie what can AUS offer... better weather shuaushsjahsha and more interesting animals (she's a zoologist). My friend used to live in Quebec, Montreal and Halifax (briefly)

Someone needs to make Yunjin a third Jung sister in a fanfiction or something. Jessica's boyfriend is weird in many ways 💀

I remember Lewis and Nicole, they were such a hot topic and together for such a loooong time!

Sometimes I feel bad about my cooking skills, but then I remember kpop idols exist

I don't know if I'm gonna try for MuBank tbh, we'll see... why Paris tho. There's MIK festival in Paris too, gotta start hating the Frenchies again

Ohhhhh the Yeohui description fits you I think!

I really liked San's blonde Wave era hair, his recent blonde a bit less tho. Also Wave Hwa <3

No this isn't MY guy, but why is he in Bridgerton all of the sudden? Uber driving on horses?

Lil farmer and a grandma 😭 ok I'm not about cottagecore life however I'm into soft Hwa, therefore I'm thinking of a baker/knitter/farmer Seonghwa very intensely right now... imagine meeting him and he's a self-sustaining king who can make scarf for you and bring you his food ☺

I got magical warrior, now that result pleases me <3333 - DV 💖

hi hello!!

I would rather see Ateez, but well... not sure about The Rose, because someone I don't wanna see is seeing them as well aidyaygsgshshsb

NAURRRRRR THE PERSON SEEING EVERYONE UR SEEING 😭😭WHAT IS THIS god rly said ur missed out and imma make sure u KNOW you did 😭😭

Please give me the avocado tour. Baek you don't want your fanfiction moment inside the avocado? 👀

unfortunately the avocado is totally submerged in wet snow atm gimme 2 weeks and ill get a whole video fhwjd,, AND 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

no seriously ik some ppl are justifying it but like americans and krs complain when others come to their country for a shoW but WHEN THEY CAN WE CANT SAY NOTHING 😭😭 yeah i mean wouldn’t u want ur fav artists to interact with u ???? 😭😭 they gotta breathe too one in a while pls fbwndb NO SERIOUSLY JUST DONT GO THEN?? SORRY ON A SATURDAY??? AT 7??? in this cold, going outside ur blanket is dangerous them dressing up holding their megatron’s in one way, respect but the other way what the fuck mate 😭😭😭😭

LMFAOOOO I WAS LIKE HELLO??? ANON?? WE GOOD OUT THERE?? YES I WATCHED IT ACTUALLY! did not read the manga bc some said it wasn’t that good dbdbdb,, the anime is good!! its kinda cheesy but then again its a cute romcom and serious when it needs to be, nice lil shoujo!

RIGHT IS HE NOT!! i hope he isn’t the betrayer bc id be so heartbroken, but latil seems like she’s into bad boys/villain’s, maybe we’ll still see it fbfb “i love men with earrings” BRWNDJSK WE CAN TELL THE MAIN EVIDENCE IS PSH

no bc WHAT HAPPENED 😭😭😭 the saddest losses were portugal and brazil’s (the amount of fouls in this was crazy how did the ref not check croatia 😭😭) right! whoever wins, wins in the end it was a nice run, pretty legendary games this wc <3 STOP DONT EVEN ABT BRAZIL BC I ACTUALLY WAS CRYING WHILE SOING THEIR CELEBRATION DANCE 😭😭😭😭 ITS THE COACHS FAULT and the ref was terrible 🔫🔫🤚🏼 sad bc i wont get to see richarlison play more games, i am a dedicated richarlison girl 🫡 🫡 but he’s wild pls dbdb

I haven't watched the last 2 seasons of TVD, I just saw the ending and read the spoilers, was glad I didn't waste my time on it. It wasn't unhinged like PLL, but just... not it

JDVWK I RELATE TO THAT used to be a whole sm girlie while back but after the quality decrease i am hanging on loose threads bc i need that exo cb 😭😭 NO BC WHAT IS JYP ONN!!! they understand trends later on and they do it terribly,, no bc jinni left and she also trained the longest?? what is going on,, itzy man jyp’s setting them up badly

Bestie what can AUS offer... better weather shuaushsjahsha and more interesting animals (she's a zoologist). My friend used to live in Quebec, Montreal and Halifax (briefly)

LMFAOOOO HEY HEY HEY THEY ALSO OFFER HEAT WAVES AND CRAZY WILD NEVER SEEN BEFORE ANIMALS 😭😭😭 oh bestie lived in racist town fbwndb <//3 glad she moved then 😭😭 but she must’ve had lots of fun in montreal their parties go wild! A ZOOLOGIST??? that is such a cool job omg omg

Someone needs to make Yunjin a third Jung sister in a fanfiction or something. Jessica's boyfriend is weird in many ways 💀

YOURE RIGHT !!!!! if she joined sm she would’ve been in the jung ‘vampire’ group,, no bc that man held back playback they could’ve been big! but NO MF 😭😭

I remember Lewis and Nicole, they were such a hot topic and together for such a loooong time! //// Sometimes I feel bad about my cooking skills, but then I remember kpop idols exist

no bc they did look good together 👀 LMFAOOOO YOURE RIGHT 😭😭😭

I don't know if I'm gonna try for MuBank tbh, we'll see... why Paris tho. There's MIK festival in Paris too, gotta start hating the Frenchies again

paris bc model hwa is waiting for u 🫡 FBWMDBKW START HATING THEMBFNWBD will be visiting paris sometime im gonna need u to rec some bomb itinerary 🔫

Ohhhhh the Yeohui description fits you I think! /// I really liked San's blonde Wave era hair, his recent blonde a bit less tho. Also Wave Hwa <3

oh does it??

right! his wave era hair was amazing, the colour choice fit him so well, and wave hwa no bECAUSE WE NEED THEM TO TWIN DIRTY BLOND HAIR AGAIN

No this isn't MY guy, but why is he in Bridgerton all of the sudden? Uber driving on horses?

YOU SURE MATE??? your uber went back in time! i heard he offers horse rides as a way of transportation! this entire thread is for ur beloved <3

LMFAOOOO STOP IT ITS HWALMEONI ERAA LESGOOO 😭😭😭 hwa cottage core omg, ur right, cafe, baker, artist, farmer, poet everything omg— but would u rather chose cottage core hwa or dark academia hwa

I got magical warrior, now that result pleases me <3333 - DV 💖

hello miss magical warrior, i am the dark haired aloof fbwmdb

this one is very important bc it determines if ur a true brit or not

AND HE???? 🤨🤨

also eden’s marriage! his wife is so pretty omg 😭😭

AND DBDNDB

also new tenelkadjowrites fic 👀

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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