#also these are the aforementioned pretty boys i was drawing all day

[acaesic]

i might as well share this

#NOT SHIP ART!! just a fun concept of what itd look like if they did each others makeup :) #dallon weekes #ryan ross #my art #yeah :3 #colouring this was fun #also these are the aforementioned pretty boys i was drawing all day

[venusmage]

Ask time! What era/type of art would you say you draw the most inspiration from?

oh god this is really hard. Mostly because my inspirations are all over the place! One is 2010's webcomics! A very broad category, I know, but I was really into reading comics when I was in highschool, and a lot of amazing ones were coming out around that time. The Meek (Der-shing Helmer), HINABN (Tess Stone), Lackadaisy (Tracy Butler), and anything by Evan Dahm (the artist behind Riceboy/Vattu/etc). I somehow avoided Homestuck, but Prequel Adventure (Kazerad) rewired my little Oblivion-Obsessed brain.

Speaking of Oblivion - the concept art for all three mainline games in the Elder Scrolls series did SO much for my imagination. Adam Adamowicz is one of my all time favorite artists, and I think his work on Oblivion was overlooked because of his (also stellar) work in Skyrim. There's an entire flickr album of his concept art for TES IV, though, and I recommend it! What that man could do with art markers bewilders me even now. I think this might be the single most impactful art influence I have.

The close runner-up would be the aforementioned Evan Dahm's work. I think he's still, years later, criminally underrated in terms of public appreciation and discussion. For me, Rice Boy blew open so many doors regarding art style, presentation, and character design. Vattu then stunned with just how much of an epic it was and it's fantastic titular main character. Now 3rd Voice is perhaps his most technically beautiful comic yet, and seems to meld the weirdness of Rice Boy with Vattu's super gripping character arcs and worldbuilding.

The way his comics are paced (both in story and the literal pacing of how he organizes his panels/the art in them) is my favorite...ever. Even though they're simple, he just gets the framing down so perfectly it's crazy. The fact he can make such alien characters so human in how they act and how we view them astounds me. I really do - no hyperbole or empty flattery intended - think he's a modern day comics master and I need more people to discuss his body of work.

Also all of his comics are FREE to read on his website rice-boy[dot]com! They're also on webtoon if you're already dedicated to that platform, and the blog @riceboycomic was basically a republishing of Rice Boy with added artist commentary. If you're not ready to dive into the behemoth that is Vattu yet (its over 1000 pages, though it's so worth it), 3rd Voice is his newest work and you can catch up to the current page (288) within an hour. Rice Boy is also pretty short, under 500 pages. Please do yourself a favor and get lost in one of the quiet, uncanny, heartfelt worlds he's created (and then talk to me about it pleaaaseee).

#no art here #ask #webcomics #webtoon #i have print copies of rice boy AND all of vattu i'm a huge huge evan dahm fan

[violet-yimlat]

A bit about me! I meant to do this for a while but Procrastination!

Hi I’m Violent I mean Violent I mean Violent I mean Violet I mean Violent I mean Violet Morningstar (but more on that later). I’m 16 and my birthday is in October. I have ADHD and Autism. I’m Asexual. My Myers-Briggs type is INTP and my Eneagram is four. I’m a Libra, but that means literally nothing.

I’m female, I use She and It pronouns, and I identify as a demon. I use the demonkin and fallen angelkin labels.

And now it’s later. I have quite an odd family life because, like several others here on Tumblr I have been adopted by @morningbloodystar because that just seems to be what he does.

So that’s my dad. Which makes @chloe-decker-lapd my sort of mom.

My irl mom is also on Tumblr. I won’t @ her, but in the event of an actual emergency, she’s cakeomatic.

My siblings, the best and only internet siblings (and exclusively online friends) I’ve ever had in order of age are;

@ask-eric-the-disposable-demon Eric Morningstar. I’m pretty sure that he’s closest in age to our dad (like, how big are the age gaps between angels anyway?) but whatever, he’s our brother. He can turn into a rabbit and multiply like them too (when did you guys get the “multiplying like rabbits” joke in Zootropolis?)

@e-w-w-morningstar Eddie W.W Morningstar, who is sometimes a termite and crawled out of the ground in the 18 something-somethings. He has several children including @jessica-woodson-morningstar , my favourite niece.

@janeway-lover Abby Morningstar. She’s “the sensible one”, and apparently she’s cool with that. Big sister energy. One of these days, she’s going to end up saving all of our asses. @urielwiththegoodhair’s partner. SIMPS.

@helphowdoiusethis Jay Morningstar. God of glitter, Quing of ducklings (almost wrote dicklings lol) and somehow an ancient entity of stardust with a traumatic backstory while also being about a year older than me.

Me. I accidentally turned into a demon. And now a cursed book called “Evil Wizardry for Beginners” won’t leave me alone. My familiar is @barrythebabyturnip.

@echosghoast Echo Morningstar. Chaos sibling supreme. The younger sibling I never had, and much less annoying than the one I actually do. Can’t wait to commit a crime with you lol.

@hivemindofevilbats Hive. Literally vampire bats.

@adam-n-dog Adam Young. Nearly caused the apocalypse that one time. Great at naming dogs. He has a dog named Dog. Good boy! Good hellhound!

Last but certainly not least, @three-surnames Trixie Espinosa Decker Morningstar. Awesome little sister? Yes. In complete denial about the nature of reality? Also yes.

Also more siblings?

@angel-and-the-serpent @fallen-starmaker @vans-ghost

Then there are my other relatives.

@the-almighty-lucifer Dad from another reality who’s decided that he’s our uncle.

@one-coming-is-enough The aforementioned Uncle J.

@god-in-the-basement said she’d be our weird aunt but I guess she’s our great aunt?

@g00brielandbeez my uncle and how do we feel about Titi? In Spanish tia and tio are aunt and uncle so that’s the combination and it works.

I’m going to list some fandoms I’m in now;

Good Omens

Discworld

Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel

Lucifer

Heaven’s Design Team

Certain literature like Paradise Lost, Dante’s Inferno and Lucifer (as in the 17th century Dutch play)

Obey Me!

Yes, I’m into theology. And mythology. I’m an atheistic Satanist btw.

I like reading, listening to music and drawing, but I haven’t felt very inspired lately. I also like identity theft cosplay.

Well, those are the facts about me, and if none of them make you hate me, then maybe we should hang out sometime!

Always up for shenanigans.

#violet yimlat #violet morningstar #about me #i love being harrassed with weird asks btw #e.w.w. morningstar #eric Morningstar #jay morningstar #abby morningstar #echo morningstar

[critterchitters-closedcaptions]

Hi, this is gona be a long ass post and im on mobile, so hang with me.

first, ill cut right to the chase

Im currently unemployed and need money to exist in this capitalist hellscape.

so, since thats my current predicament, ill be taking commissions!

here are some examples of things ive done and my prices

ill take payment through paypal, though im willing to work with other payment options as well!

The body prices are per-character, the other prices are per-piece (example: a flat colored sketch of two headshots would be 12$, 5 per character head, and 2 for the color), and im able to do lineart or lineless - though i dont have any good examples at the moment with lineart - and the prices will only vary if the design is super complex or hard to do, and theyre able to be changed a bit to work with your budget

I will draw

anything for your blog! (example: the pokemon images above, a header, an icon, etc!)

gore! (dm me if you want to see examples)

full scenes (with backgrounds and all!)

characters from pre-existing media (scp, homestuck, pokemon, etc!)

ocs, adopts, ideas, you name it! human, furry, and any other is alright with me.

plain background scenes with no characters in them are things i can do too!

minor nudity

things i Wont draw

hate speech

sexually explicit scenes (due to a lack of practice)

transphobia/racism/n*zi imagery, general nastiness like that

im also willing to design characters for you, and i can provide prices and examples of designs ive made upon request.

please dm me here or on discord @ [CC&CC]#8992 to contact me about any of this!

thank you for reading this far! ill also be reblogging this to my side accounts to try and get a few more eyes on this.

below is a little bit of info about me so you can decide if you want to Give Me Your Money or not ^^

im a genderqueer and overall queer trans man whose just moved out from my parents home and am living with my best friend of nearly 10 years. ive got a snake, salamander, and two bug colonies, i love pretty much all animals, and am an amateur songwriter/musician! im disabled in multiple ways (but that just makes me cooler 😎) and i deal with some pretty prominent mental issues which make being regular to a job without my health getting in the way pretty difficult. also part of a did system, which is. So Cool and Epic

im looking for a proper job, but its not been going too well for me thusfar, largely because places ive applied have found more fitting people to fill the roles. and thats ok! i just need some way to make money in order to buy groceries and Supplies for My Boys and generally. live, lol! i also want to take some burden off of my roomates shoulders, considering hes been doing wonders to help support me, but im not really able to provide much in return. job places are also a bit hesitant to hire me considering my aforementioned health issues.

anyway, sorry for the rambling and thank you for reading this far! i hope you can consider supporting me, but if not maybe a quick reblog to spread this around would be great! thank you so very much and have a wonderful day!!

#commission info #shooting beams of please by my art into ur brain rn #comissions #i need money and i am so sorry to have to ask you guys for cash but also i need to Exist somehow #dont feel pressured to buy though!! i understand how tight budgets can be esp in todays economy #art #art commisions #comission #art comission #digital art #digital art commissions #idk what else to put aaaaaaah

[help-me-nah]

some backburner in-the-works potential fic excerpts/teasers! (+ some notes)

I. ghosthunting prequel

A prequel for that October oneshot where they’re all youtube paranormal investigators! All the backstory of Steve and the kids. Bonus: a little bit of Steve and Nancy, a lot of Steve and Jonathan. No Eddie though, bc prequel. Also me chewing on Steve a little, really beating that boy up. Make him cry, make him bleed. Also, probably the next one in the chamber after I get fantasy AU in order.

Sometimes Steve remembers that living in a town with a pretty obvious cult just outside it isn’t actually normal. But everyone in Hawkins has sort of gotten used to it.

The Eleventh Church of Stranded Souls keeps to themselves, and whenever one of their members comes into town for groceries or other supplies, they’re polite and cheerful and don’t say much about the apparent ‘our church can reconnect you with your lost loved ones and commune with the dead’ schtick that draws in new members. (At least, not unless they’re asked, and most of Hawkins chooses not to ask.)

Every couple months someone new drives through town on their way to join the church, and that’s when it’s sometimes a little jarring and weird. Some new arrivals will gush and weep about the church and how they hope it’ll change their life. Some seem far more skeptical, spending a few days in town, asking questions as if anyone in Hawkins knows anything about the cult and how real their claims are. But for all their skepticism, even those visitors often carry an air of desperation. Sometimes they’ll talk about who it is they want to contact. Sometimes they never say what they’re after, but everyone in Hawkins knows. And those same folks are the ones who provide Hawkins with the only answers they have for the next arrivals— they come, skeptical but desperate to talk to a deceased loved one. They visit the Eleventh Church. They return to Hawkins a few days later, teary and starry eyed. Very frequently they leave just long enough to pack up their previous lives, and then they pass through Hawkins once more on their way to join the church. The cult. Whatever.

Steve doesn’t think about it all that much. It’s a part of life in Hawkins, and high school’s a bitch, and Steve’s busy juggling his new relationship with Nancy Wheeler, and the funny feeling in his chest when spending time with her puts her in proximity with her fellow Hawkins Post intern Jonathan, and keeping his grades up enough to keep his father placated, and the weird tension with Tommy and Carol lately, and also how he’s somehow babysitting almost a half dozen kids these days, whose newest obsession is ghost hunting and have been bullying Steve into taking them to every abandoned house in Hawkins.

And yes, Tommy and Carol make fun of him for getting bullied by middle schoolers (and sometimes a single elementary school girl), but they aren’t trying to wrangle four middle schoolers (and the aforementioned elementary school girl). One middle schooler is a stress headache. Two middle schoolers is like trying to walk a tightrope while also walking two uncooperative dogs trying to go in two different directions. Three is a disaster. And four is a fucking hurricane. There’s no controlling that. You hold on for your fucking life and just focus your energy on making sure the stupid bullshit they do is non-lethal stupid bullshit. (Adding Erica to the mix is a whole different beast. Steve’s pretty sure every hour spent with all five takes years off his life. He’s rapidly aging like the puppets in that one movie Dustin insisted on showing him, that left Steve scarred, because Steve was expecting, like, Muppets, not skeletal bird men sucking the life out of bug-eyed Cabbage Patch dolls.)

II. a good old fashioned cliche concert violinist/rock star who are neighbors AU

I mean, what it says on the tin. I know many people have probably done it before, who are far better equipped than I am, but I’m having feelings about it. Pros: getting to play with a Steve who is spinning a lot of plates, still meeting his family’s high expectations but only just barely, everything right on the edge of falling apart. Also, bickering. Cons: To really get it off the ground (bc I’m nitpicky about accuracy but limited in time and energy) might require some help/notes/beta-ing from people whose musical expertise extends past my childhood of piano lessons.

Eddie and the guys have ordered delivery, and in the month and a half of living here Eddie has quickly learned that if you want your food hot, you better hang out in the apartment lobby and wait for it. Because while the little table for delivery in the vestibule (a term Eddie only knows courtesy of Dustin being a smartass) may be nice in theory, Eddie has found that almost every delivery driver, regardless of service, just drops the food there and fucks off without bothering to shoot a text or find the relevant name on the long list of buzzers, and you’ll find your food twenty minutes later, icy-cold.

So Eddie’s in the lobby, shooting the shit with Gareth and Jeff and Vernon, because “We’re here to hang out with you, man, we’ll come with,” and it really does help kill the time.

The elevator dings, and Eddie doesn’t pay it any mind until, “Hey! Asshole!” and he turns to see the pretty violinist from the fifth floor come out of it, scowling. He’s accompanied by the young woman Eddie sees him with more often than not (she’s gotta be a girlfriend, between the cohabitation and the joined-at-the-hip), and both of them are carrying their signature instrument cases.

“Is that bitchy neighbor?” Gareth asks under his breath.

“One and the same,” Eddie confirms, before turning back to the two classical musicians heading down the lobby.

“What can I do for you today, pretty boy?” Eddie drawls, because he knows it’ll piss the guy off.

The guy’s scowl deepens, but oddly enough, he stops as they reach the seating area, swings his violin case up onto one of the lobby couches and begins undoing the clasps.

“Oh my god, Steve,” his partner complains. (Steve, Eddie idly notes, which means pretty violinist is, as he suspected, also the piano tutor Dustin praises and complains about in the same breath.) “Murray is going to fucking kill us if we’re late for rehearsal again, you know that?”

“We’re already late,” pretty violinist— Steve— counters. “And last time was your fault so it’s my turn. I have a point to prove to a certain dickhead who said he’s got ‘no interest in keeping things down for the practice time of someone who can’t even shred.’”

“I just don’t think a prissy classical music snob can possibly understand my process,” Eddie drawls. “I don’t see why I gotta let you choke my sound, babe.”

Steve’s nose wrinkles, and Eddie smirks back at him.

“Oh my god,” groans Steve’s girlfriend. “Do you boys ever tire of all this fucking posturing? This is why I stick with girls.”

“Fuck off, that’s not why,” Steve retorts, hefting the violin to his shoulder and sticking his tongue out at her, and she cracks a smile.

Not a girlfriend then, Eddie notes. (Dangerous thing to think about, a smaller voice in his head chides himself. Pretty and cohabitating with a lesbian friend doesn’t mean available. Also he’s a huge bitch.)

And then Eddie doesn’t think much at all except oh fuck. Because pretty violinist Steve proceeds to play what might be the single most impressive rendition of the solo from Megadeth’s Tornado of Souls Eddie’s ever heard in his life, on his goddamn violin.

“Holy shit,” Jeff murmurs as Steve lowers his violin. “Damn, dude.”

And then Eddie gets to witness Steve’s smile, and it’s fucking radiant, jaw-dropping, overwhelming. And it’s fucking directed at Jeff. Eddie’s suddenly struck with the irrational desire to throttle one of his oldest and best friends.

“Thanks,” Steve says warmly to Jeff.

Then he turns back to Eddie, and his smile drops, and his voice drops back into a familiar acidity. “Fucking keep it down.” The clasps on his violin case snap shut in punctuation.

“Satisfied?” his partner asks drily, though a tiny smile twitches at the corner of her mouth.

“Yup,” Steve tells her cheerily. “We can go now.”

Eddie continues staring blankly after them as they head out of the apartment building. He slowly lowers himself into a chair.

“Oh no,” Eddie hears Gareth say, sounding distant, like Eddie’s hearing it through water.

“Is Eddie smitten?” Vernon laughs.

“I’m pretty sure Eddie’s fully in love,” Jeff says, sounding amused.

“I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life,” Eddie says faintly.

III. Wayne & Ms. Mayfield

Canon-divergent where Eddie and Max share a hospital room and decide to set Wayne and Ms. Mayfield up. I know it’s a little tacky but also I think it could be fun and cute, and Eddie and Max dynamics are always good to write. Bonus of yet another variant on Harrington family dynamics, with some real old-money rich weirdness. Also, obviously, Max is using the setup to also try and set up Steve and Eddie.

“After you, miss,” Wayne says politely.

Ms. Mayfield laughs, ducking her head self-consciously.

“Haven’t been a ‘miss’ for a while now.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

Eddie could swear Ms. Mayfield flushes a little.

“Forgive me for being nosy,” Wayne continues, “But I couldn’t help but notice your car’s been sitting out front your trailer lately,” Wayne continues. “Busted?”

Ms. Mayfield laughs again, this time weary, a little dry. “Thought it had a little more in it before it needed repairs, but guess I was wrong. And, with— well. Can’t exactly afford to fix it now.”

Wayne hums in understanding.

“Let me drive you to work?” he offers.

“Oh, no, I couldn’t—”

“Let me drive you,” he says a little more firmly. “If our kids are gonna be cohabitating, it’s the least I can do.” (“Ugh, come up with a more gross way to put that, will you?” Max complains, and both Wayne and Ms. Mayfield grin at her.)

“‘Sides,” Wayne tacks on, “The Hawkins bus ‘system’ is shit.” Ms. Mayfield laughs again at the sarcastic weight Wayne puts on ‘system,’ given that Hawkins has exactly one bus and two drivers.

(And Eddie’s sure as fuck taking note of how often that laughter’s happening in this conversation with Wayne).

“Pretty sure Mitch drinks on the job,” Wayne continues, “He’s gonna crash the damn thing one of these days. Won’t do anyone any good for you to end up in the hospital too.”

“Well,” Ms. Mayfield says, voice almost teasing, eyes crinkling with her smile, “I suppose if you put it that way.”

Eddie’s eyebrows climb his face.

“Well then,” Wayne says, “Like I said, after you, miss.” He glances back into the hospital room. “You three stay out of trouble for once, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve says.

Max just rolls her eyes.

Eddie beams. “No promises!”

Wayne sighs, Ms. Mayfield laughs (again), and they exit into the hall.

Eddie and Max turn to each other in sync as the door swings shut.

“What was that?” Max asks, arching an eyebrow.

“Damn, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie says.

There’s a very long pause as they stare at each other.

“Your uncle’s a good guy, yeah?” Max says slowly, eyes narrowing in thought.

Eddie can’t help the grin that splits his face.

“The best,” he says.

“Mom hasn’t always had the best taste in men,” Max says. “She deserves someone who’ll treat her right.”

“Would be nice to know Wayne won’t be alone when I inevitably bounce from Hawkins for that rockstar lifestyle.”

“Oh my god,” Steve mutters from the corner.

“Don’t be a wet blanket, Stevie,” Eddie says brightly. “This is gonna be great.”

“You know you two can have your weird insufferable sibling energy without actually setting up your family, right?”

Eddie just sticks his tongue out at him, and Steve rolls his eyes.

“Sure,” Max agrees blithely, and her gaze flicks between Steve and Eddie. “But there’s some fucking matchmaking that needs to be done around here.”

(extra bonus excerpt, in part because I think this is the story least likely to happen, and because I desperately need this little snippet to make it somewhere even if the fic doesn’t:)

“Hey,” a raspy voice comes from the doorway, and Eddie almost doesn’t recognize it.

He blinks at Steve.

“The fuck is wrong with your voice?” Max says.

Steve laughs a little, low and rough, wincing just a little.

“Consequence of getting choked out so many times apparently,” he says. “It’s worse first thing in the mornings, and the doctors think long days or cold ones’ll probably bring it out too. Sounds like I smoke a fucking pack a day, huh?”

“Awful,” Max agrees, grimacing.

Eddie averts his eyes and stares at the ceiling and does not voice the little thought in the back of his head that thinks it’s kind of hot. It’s pretty fucked up. It’s a serious, possibly long-term side effect caused by some pretty brutal trauma, so it’s very inappropriate for his brain to think about how Steve’s voice sounds shredded in the way Eddie’s pretty familiar with after screaming metal lyrics at the top of his lungs for hours, in a way Eddie can imagine might result from other kinds of screaming. (And Eddie’s definitely got some wires crossed because the mental image of Steve at a metal concert, lips pressed to a mic, sweat shining under stage lights almost seems more obscene than sex.)

IV. superkids school

I can’t even say the actual premise of this or do a proper elevator pitch because that would spoil a (relatively early) twist. This one would be angsty. It was originally my ‘rotating my blorbos in my head and chewing on them’ brain fic so it’s very self-indulgent and very heavy on the hurt side of hurt/comfort. Lots of secrets, but counterpoint, getting a very flirty bitchy version of Steve. Still working out all the powers each kid would have, but Steve and Robin are the new hires at a Munson-run school for kids with superpowers. oH also, alive and well Chrissy and Barb!

“It’s not what I expected,” Steve says.

“Were you expecting some big dramatic manor, pretty boy?” an unfamiliar voice drawls, heavy with sarcasm. “A proper rich kid boarding school?”

Steve turns, and there’s no one who knows about the Munson Institute who wouldn’t recognize Eddie Munson—one of the first generation of students, nephew of the current institute head, highly anticipated to take over when Wayne Munson retires, the public face, and, despite the reputation and fame and scrutiny, any abilities he may have are somehow still a secret to the world.

He’s lounging casually against a doorframe, fiddling with a curl of his long dark hair, but despite the air of disinterest, there’s an air of skepticism and disdain in the curl of his mouth, the dark weight of his stare.

Steve bristles, folds his arms across his chest defensively.

“I mean, yeah, kind of,” he says, fighting to keep his voice level and polite. “You’ve managed to keep world governments, military factions, and international espionage at bay for nearly two decades now. So sue me for assuming you must have crazy resources and the facilities to match.”

Eddie Munson snorts, pushes off the doorframe.

“Nancy,” he says, “Come on. We’re really gonna go through with this? Ms. Buckley, absolutely, obviously.”

He turns to Robin with a wide grin, extends a hand. “Never got to learn a second language when my brain was all fresh and elastic, but we’ve been searching for ages for someone who can cover everything the kids wanna try, and your resume? Insane. Plus, I am very partial to music, but everyone’s been fussy that we need someone with proper band and orchestra training, and a wider range of instruments, and that I can’t just teach the kids metal and classic rock on guitar. So I was ready to throw a fucking fit if Murray’s absurd background check requirements didn’t clear for you.”

Robin shakes his hand and grins.

“I mean, I can definitely work in some metal. We can have some fun with Metallica on strings and brass for sure.”

Eddie laughs, delighted.

Then he turns to Steve and his brow arches and the smile turns into something more of a patronizing smirk.

“But do we really need a gym teacher? Let alone one so obviously prissy?”

“Excuse me?” Steve says.

“Eddie,” Nancy says, and Steve’s a little relieved to see that she seems as exasperated as he is, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Physical activity and team sports have been proven beneficial for child development. Just because you’re allergic to organized athletics doesn’t mean you get to take it out on our new hire, or pretend it wouldn’t be great for the children.”

“Nance,” Eddie says, pointing a finger at her, “I can say definitively, absolutely, from personal experience, that gym is quite the opposite of ‘beneficial’ for children’s development.”

And Steve can’t help himself.

“I mean, sorry you always got picked last in gym, Munson,” he scoffs, gratified to see the way Eddie Munson startles, “but even if I wanted to replicate a traditional gym class, which I don’t, it would literally be impossible, because it’s a class of seven children, with superpowers. The day you show me someone who can make an ordinary gym class work with that is the day I shave my goddamn head.”

#fic talk #hit with a read more because this is a fucking #long post #anyways. thoughts? notes? any of these y'all are more excited about? #yes I know this is an insane amount of text #i'm just real excited and it'll be months before any of these see the light of day probably

[sketchdoesit]

Warning: Very long post

So, I've gotten back into the Pokemon side of YouTube and have started drawing Pokemon again for the first time since, I think grade 7 or 8, but it's had me looking back on my time as a actual player. But my first real experience with the games was... well, you'll see.

So for context, my first game and one of my first DS games was SoulSilver, and I was 6 years old back when it released in March of 2009. I had just gotten a DS Lite (in metallic pink, because I wasn't in my 'not like other girls' phase yet) just so I could play it. My mum made me rent the game first to get a feel for it and see if I liked it before buying. That's where things started to get strange.

Upon booting up the game, there's already a save file, so naturally I choose new game, but I couldn't save without getting rid of the old file, so I ended up going back on playing on the existing save file instead. It was set to the male character with the default name (Ethan), it was already completed, all the gyms from Johto to Kanto, including the Elite Four were already beaten. The captured Pokemon included the standard starters, but also had pretty much everything in the national dex including every legendary that was available at the time. In the character's bag was every item available in the game, including multiples of TMs and Master Balls, and by multiple I mean in the hundreds.

This was from a regular DS card. No Action Replay or anything like that. The place we rented it from was this small tech store attached to a mall that ended up being demolished in the 2010's. I later rented the DS version of Viva Pinata, and there were no altercations made to the game at all. So to this day I have no clue what someone would've had to do to modify the game like this.

My mum later went down to our local GameStop and bought the game for me, and I'm grateful she got it back when it was still new. But that first experience is still ingrained in my mind.

You know what? I'm on a roll here. Lets do a ~*lightning round of stupid/random stuff*~

My first starter was a Totodile that I named Star, but he ended up becoming my HM slave. Shame.

I've never beaten a Pokemon game on my own, a had a friend (let's just call him POKOMON) who beat SS, Platinum, and Black for me because of how bad I was at it.

I couldn't read well at the time, so I read Union as 'Onion' and Physic as "pie-ish-ick"

Because of my aforementioned poor reading skills, I named Silver as Passboy because he's named as Passerby Boy when you first meet him.

My first time trying to catch a legendary (Lugia, in this case) was so many levels of stupid on my end. I got it down to half HP, then I hit it one more time for good measure, and it fainted. You know what I did. I did the exact opposite of what you're supposed to do and I FUCKING SAVED. To this day I have never caught Lugia or used anything but a Master Ball on a Legendary.

This is why the Route 27 music triggers my fight or flight instinct. This also applies to the Celadon City music because it was playing as my mum was yelling at me about something that I can't remember.

I've never beaten Omega Ruby, since POKOMON was telling me to save my Master Ball for Deoxys. I couldn't catch Groudon no matter what I tried, and I didn't want to wait until after the Hall of Fame, so I just left it there and I haven't touched the game since.

I also haven't beaten Y either because I couldn't get past the Elite Four. I tried it once and when I lost I had a complete meltdown.

The only other time I broke down crying was when I found out you couldn't catch Zekrom in Black, so my mum gave in and bought White, which I never got past the second gym and am now considering giving to a friend of mine who's never played Pokemon, despite her owning a DS.

One time I tried battling POKOMON and he one shotted my while team with just his Lugia and Aeroblast. He then proceeded to tell all the other kids at his mom's afterschool daycare about it.

I had an easy time catching legendaries in Platinum because POKOMON had an R4 card, and he'd trade me a Pokemon holding a Master Ball if I did a drawing for him. When I told him I needed more balls for the Lake Trio, he freaked out and said, "Why? They're so ~BOOP~ easy!" (He censored his own swear words back then)

None of my friends who had Pokemon (who were mostly boys) wanted to do anything with me that involved any of the side stuff in the games, except for that one time where I beat POKOMON in the Pokeathlon.

I didn't know what a pedometer was back then, so I never used my PokeWalker. It's still sitting in my closet with the battery long dead.

There was this girl about 6 or 7 that went to the same after-school babysitter, and she needed my help playing Diamond, and I had to traverse Mt. Coronet for her because I was the only one there who knew how to get around that place.

The last new Pokemon game I played was Moon, which I played only once before putting it down forever. I don't remember if it was because school got in the way or that at 14 or 15 I found the game to be super hand-holdy and patronizing. I think I just put in Platinum and never looked back.

I've never played Sword or Shield or even Scarlet or Violet because I don't own a Switch and likely never will.

#not art #pokemon #pokemon hgss #pokemon soulsilver #pokemon platinum #pokemon black and white #pokemon omega ruby #pokemon y

[arclith]

I started doing daily drawings again but I've forgotten to post them here oops :P.

Here's the 9 I've done so far. For some context most of these are my OC's. I know I've posted Neoma here before and Zeva was in one or two of my works here but the others were not so I guess some introductions are in order. But before the yap session, some context on number 7 and 8.

Drawing 7 was for april fools, I had promised a Neoma drawing for that day so I made this and posted it with the caption "Probably most Epic Neoma Drawing ever" with content warning over it on twitter and bluesky. Drawing 8 was a study I did of a Ryuko figure sitting on my desk, I don't do digital lineless paint very often unless it's for a background so it was fun practice!

The first drawing is of Zeva's brother Nevis. He's an extremely intelligent person who's seen some pretty nasty things being a researcher intern for a major corporation since he was just a kid (he's just that smart and studious). He barely ever gets any sleep even though he's only an intern cause they work him to the bone with almost no time to rest. Through private testing he learned he has the strange ability interact with anything that's reflected on any object. Because of this he always carries a handmade revolver on him (to him guns are the most effective weapon to use for his ability).

The second drawing is of my boy Zeva! Him and Nevis were pretty close as kids but as Nevis went away for his "internship" and their mother passed away he was forced to live with his pretty miserable father. After some events (saving that for when I actually make my Webcomic) he ends up far from home and alone on the streets of the largest city on the planet New Cider City. As a young kid he has to learn to fend for himself on the brutal streets of the New Cider City outskirts. As he grows he learns he needs to make money somehow to survive so he does street performances using break-dancing moves he makes up by watching people at skate parks he hangs at. Because he gets so fluent at it break dancing is also the way he fights! Years after he's survived on the streets he meets Neoma and gets an opportunity to learn about his special ability from a Master of some sort. His special ability is to manipulate the moisture of the air and the ions around coluds. It's a pretty useful ability!

The fourth drawing is of Zeva and Neoma doing graffiti together, it's something they do to bond. It's a activity they came to do after they realized it would be the perfect activity for Zeva who was molded by street and skate culture and Neoma who has a passion for making art.

The sixth drawing is of Lyna. She is the aforementioned Master. She is highly skilled in the martial arts and seems to know a lot of specifics about how superhuman abilities work. Her ability is to create stars, if she creates one using her left hand it has an explosion that can be set off by slapping her left wrist. If she create one with her right hand it creates a bright flash of light that can be set off by slapping her right wrist.

For the the last drawing (todays drawing) As I previously said I've already talked about Neoma here a bit like her time based ability and her passion for art. This was really just the Neoma art I initially promised before April fools LMAO

Anyway if you've made it all the way to the end congrats! You've withstood my detailed yet vague OC lore dump LMAO. I hope you enjoyed that, thank you for reading and enjoying my art :D

#oc artwork #ocs #sand land #ryuko matoi #her name is neoma not nemona don't get it twisted #digital art #daily art #daily drawing #beelzebub #kill la kill #This was supposed to be a simple daily drawing catch up post for tumblr but I ending up going on a crazy oc yap session

[the-kestrels-feather]

Get To Know Me Tag Game

I was tagged by the lovely @gyokujyn, thank you friendo!!

1. How did you get your nickname (or url)?

There's nothing especially deep to it tbh, my name is Kestrel and my go-to username is kestrelfeather (yes I know its a Warrior Cats name it haunts me every day) but it was taken already

2. What's the last thing that made you cry?

Not to trauma dump on this here Tumblr post but tbh I need to get better at actually feeling my feelings, because I don't remember the last time I cried, and it's not because I'm living my best life or anything it's because I bottle my feelings like a fine wine 😅🙃

3. What's your latest guilty pleasure?

I try not to feel guilty about things that being me joy but it is absolutely my shameless Self-insert OC created to date Bucky Barnes and is almost definitely the Nonbinary equivalent of a Mary Sue but they make me happy GOD DAMMIT Cringe culture is DEAD

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

So despite not being a sporty kid I've actually played a few! Itty bitty baby Kes played soccer, Tee Ball, and Softball at varying times, and did Ballet, jazz, and tap for like a year or two. But that all stopped when I turned 7 and FINALLY talked my parents into letting me take horseback riding lessons, and I did that for 11.5 years. I absolutely LOVED riding, and would ABSOLUTELY still be doing it, but unfortunately it's time and money I don't have so I just stare longingly.

5. What are your pet peeves?

People who don't chew with their mouth closed talk with their mouth full my mother even though she denies it, kids who come into the textbook distribution room I work in and go "I need a book" but when i ask them for a title, class, teacher, literally any information that woukd help me get them the correct book they just say "I don't know".

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

Eyes. I suck at eye contact but if someone has pretty eyes I take notice

7. What is your eye color?

Great question tbh. Somewhere between blue and green, like a sort of teal-y color.

8. What super specific trope or genre is your kryptonite?

In non-fanciction settings: Gothic and Cosmic horror, action is fun, the fact that Librivox audiobooks of novels in the public domain are easy to find and extremely accessible, it's given me a strong love for classical literature, Picture of Dorian Gray is my favorite.

In Fanfiction settings: inject that Hurt/Comfort directly into my VEINS--. I'm also a big fan of any and all forms of Nonsexual intimacy.

9. What is your superpower?

As a Props Artisan I can make anything out of anything. I love making props from found objects, especially weapons. I was on a production of Romeo and Juliet and got to make all sorts of fun found object weapons because it was a post-apocalyptitc world

Some examples:

10. Which fictional world would you be happy to call home?

I know I would like. Instantly die. But I would love to live as a half-blood in the Percy Jackson world tbh.

11. What are your hobbies?

Listening to audiobooks and video essays, writing, learning to draw, video games, and crafting.

12. Do you have any pets?

I have one Dog, an 11 year old rat terrier mix named Peanut who owns my heart ❤️ I used to have pet land snails too, but unfortunately they have all passed on.

Bonus Peanut. Look at this little face how could you see this and NOT want to hand over all your worldly possessions to her:

13. What is your biggest toxic trait?

Oh jeez. I have a stubborn streak, but can also be really selfish.

14. Is there anything you're afraid you won't accomplish?

Oh BOY is there. My dream is to work Props for a Marvel movie and I worry I'll never get there. Also I'm just in general worried I'm never going to get a job in theatre/film which is my dream because it's the job I want, what I love, and what I went to school for and I'm scared I'll never get there.

15. What's number one on your bucket list?

The aforementioned dream of working on a Marvel movie!

Tags:

@bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @navybrat817 @feraljazzpunk @buckybuckyboo and anyone else who wants to!

#thank you agaon for the tag!

[levworship]

Okay but I just read what the other anon requested and that was so good?? I didn’t think I had a thing for receiving oral but wtf 😭🤚could I maybe request smth if you got time?? Could it be a reunion between volleyball teams from miyagi and tokyo? So nekoma, fukorodani, seijoh, Johzenji (terushima’s tongue piercing PLS), karasuno, itachiyama You were the old manager of nekoma and was friends with literally everyone, during the talk kuroo somehow mentioned that in the nekoma reunion like 2 years ago it somehow ended with the main guys all taking turns eating you out and that pisses off the rest of the guys because that was their fantasy?? This ends up with you (with consent ofc) being sat down on kuroo’s lap as the guys also take turns eating you out (inspired by the other anon because 😩) I understand if you obviously can’t mention everyone, but pls mention terurshima, sakusa (who would only let you make a mess on his face) and bokuto if you could <3 ALSO the idea of two people eating you out at the same time, maybe bokuto and terushima?? IM NASTY OKAY BUT PLS DO THAT

Ty in advanceeee

i’m usually pretty fast but this took me a whole two days to write smh i’m sorry anon. hope you enjoy tho <3 i wanted it to be a lil longer but i’m so tired and i rlly wanted to get this out for you.

cw: group sex (like.. big group), hella sub reader, also fem reader, anal lol, oral (fem reviving), kuroo is the ringleader, humiliation ig, reader kinda into it doe, dirty talk, degrading + praise, squirting, overstimulation

summary: basically everyone wants to eat out/fuck y/n. explicitly written in here is kuroo, oikawa, sakusa, bokuto, and terushima. the rest is implied.

word count: about 1.9k

your face was buried into kenma’s stiff shoulder, your whole body feeling hot as your group of friends continued to talk about you as if you weren’t even there. but clearly they hadn’t forgotten about you too much considering the way their eyes burned holes into you from all around so indiscreetly that you couldn’t even sit your ass still.

you weren’t quite sure how the previous conversation had shifted so suddenly, but kuroo seemed more than happy with the subject change as his signature asshole smirk never left his features. “- yeah, ‘bout two years ago i’d say. she was a good fuck too. poor thing was so eager to make us feel good that she passed out.” kuroo continued to drag his story as if to intentionally provoke the others, and the staring at you only got worse. your nerves were shot.

you looked and felt like a precious bunny being stared down by a bunch of wolves. and honestly? it was hot as fuck.

which is why you didn’t bother to argue when you were practically dragged into the locker room of the old gym, daichi hurriedly locking the door behind all of you. you couldn’t help but feel bad for just a second. ‘didnt some of these guys have girlfriends? couldve sworn i saw terushima enter with some girl.’ but how could you possibly focus on that when your clothes were being literally ripped off of you and disregarded to who knows where?

your legs felt weak, both out of shock and nervousness from being handled so roughly. “bring her here, bo. sit her down on my lap.” bokuto (for perhaps the first time in his life) was silent as he dragged you over to the other ex-captain, setting you down in his lap on his spot on the bench just as he’d requested. kuroo snickered and raised a hand to cup your cheeks, squeezing them together like you were a little baby before releasing.

“ease up, will ya? so damn tense i can feel it from here. you know we’ll take good care of you.” he spoke so lowly and reassuringly that you couldn’t help but to nod like a fool as he turned you around in his lap to fit the others. he tapped your thigh once, twice, and you quickly picked up on the hint and opened your legs for their viewing pleasure. you tried to put your face down as you were smothered in shame from just how quickly you got wet from their rough handling, but kuroo gripped onto your face once again and forced you to look up.

“look up, baby. so many big strong men dying to make you cum so fucking hard. be a little more thankful, yeah? say it.” “thank you.” he shook his head with a small laugh before releasing your face, but not before lightly tapping your face twice with soft slaps. still, you remained out of it even as oikawa settled himself between your legs, looking up at you with the same lazy smile you frequently saw him wearing around you.

“smells so damn good. finally gonna let me get a taste, cutie?” he spoke lowly as if he were to himself before diving in and holy shit. you figured he’d be pretty experienced. the guy was a literal chick magnet. but damn, this exceeded your expectations by far. your body threatened to curl over itself if it hadn’t been for kuroo’s sturdy grip on your twitching thighs. the way he sucked vigorously at your clit while swiping his tongue along your folds to capture more of your essence had you drawing nothing but blanks up there.

“haven’t even cum yet for us and already going dumb?” kuroo teased, planting a kiss just behind your ear, a shocking contrast to the way oikawa’s tongue worked against you just right.

the air around you was so thick you felt as if it could be cut with a knife. some of the guys surrounding you couldn’t figure out what to do with themselves, nervously shuffling their feet without taking your eyes off of you. others had clearly overcome any former shame, already slowly pumping their cocks in their hands as they hoped and prayed that they would get a turn soon. the whole scene made you feel so dirty— so wanted. the desire that leaked from their looks on you had your orgasm approaching faster than ever.

oikawa seemed to have noticed this, using his thumbs to spread your folds apart to make sure you felt him deep, muttering a quick “cum on my fucking mouth, princess.” the simple phrase alone made your orgasm crash down on you finally. your fingers tangled in his soft hair, which was now messy and tossed thanks to you.

you nearly passed out right there when he continued to lick you clean even as you violently shook in kuroo’s grasp, the black haired boy having to shove the other away forcefully just to separate his mouth from you. “that’s enough of that. did he make you feel good baby?” your eyes are still shut as you cling onto the leftover bliss, only offering a quiet “mhm.” “good girl. think you can give us another?” the question was clearly rhetorical, which should’ve been clear by the was he was already gesturing someone else forward. but still, you shook your little fucked out head ‘no’ and prayed upon some god that he’d have mercy on your poor quivering cunt.

but you knew better than to expect mercy from kuroo of all people. especially when it came to your body, when he kept whispering to you about how you were such a “perfect little toy,” and his “favorite doll to use.” before you knew it sakusa was diving into your pussy quickly without giving you time to do so much as muster up the energy to open your eyes again. his mouth was quick and desperate to get you off, moving with a sense of urgency as his hands busied themselves palming at his covered dick. he wasn’t nearly as precise or experienced as oikawa was, but his eagerness made up for it as he ate you out like a starved man.

your hips threatened to buck against his face wildly, cries of “please, please, please” falling from your mouth even though you didn’t even know what you were begging for. all you knew was that you needed more than what he was giving you right now. the man above you seemed to have read you like an open book once again as he released one of your thoughts to reach a hand around to your sensitive bud, pressing down on it softly. “see this?” he murmured, only receiving a small “hm.” in acknowledgement as omi continued his assault on your little hole. greedy fuck. “try touching her here. she loves that shit.” you cried out for more again, clenching tightly at the way he spoke of your body as if you weren’t even there.

the second sakusa tore himself away from your folds to wrap his lips around your clit, you were a goner for sure. there was a distant scream that you didn’t even recognize as your own until kuroo muffled them with his hand, body twitching and jerking more than it had the previous time. the room fell to a sudden silence even as you came down from your high, causing you to let out a confused hum.

kuroo’s chuckle broke the quietness, his large hand slapping your wet overstimulated mound and making you yelp. “didn’t know you were a squirter, baby. how come you didn’t do this for us the first time hm?” another rhetorical question. his hand trailed down lower, collecting some of your juices before he began to prod a finger at your other hole. “fuck- gonna let me bury myself in here again? want both of your holes fucked out?” and you couldn’t help but cry out because fuck yes! you couldn’t think of anything you’d want more. you nodded your head and panted like a sex craved mutt, and perhaps you would’ve been as humiliated as you were before if you weren’t so damn thirsty for it. every inch of you was begging to be ravished and destroyed, and you couldn’t help but grow more and more impatient as the time passed.

kuroo didn’t take his eyes off of you as he nodded towards the crowd once again, sakusa taking the hint and reluctantly scurrying off to palm at himself through his sweatpants just as he previously had. kuroo’s command must’ve been unclear though, as both of you were pulled away from your eye contact at the sound of a comical bonk followed by two grunts of “ow.” perhaps you would’ve laughed if the two aforementioned fools weren’t kneeling in front of your drenched pussy, ready to service you eagerly just as the other two had.

a chill ran up your spine as you surveyed each of their features. while both of them shared the same underlying expressions of lust and desperation, you couldn’t help but note how bokuto’s face resembled one of an excited puppy dog that perhaps would’ve been adorable in another circumstance while terushima’s was much more primal. “look at that” kuroo’s voice in your ear dragged you back out of your own head as he slowly sunk another finger into your tight ass. just because he was going to treat you like a whore didn’t mean you didn’t deserve prep. “making a fool out of themselves, all because they’re so desperate to get a taste of that perfect pussy. doesn’t that make you feel filthy?”

kuroo couldn’t do anything but shake his head at your lack of response, finally releasing your thighs for a moment to grab at both of their napes, silently demanding for you to hold them open yourself. “well? since you’re both so impatient, think you two can work together as a team? if i hear her complain even one time, i’m not letting either of you touch again.”

the two of them nodded obediently, and your eyes nearly rolled back at how demanding kuroo was being right now. it was clear that everyone knew who was truly holding the ropes here, and yet no one was complaining about the arrangement. seemingly satisfied with their responses, kuroo released their necks and his hands smacked yours away so he could replace them and hold up your thighs himself once again. “think you’re ready to take my cock now in here, y/n?” he smirked as he lined himself up. “gonna let me fuck this ass while you let both of them eat that slutty pussy? such a dirty girl. so fuckin’ good for us” he continued to spew filth at you as he lined himself up at your entrance, allowing you to sink down slowly.

you hissed at the stretch, but of course didn’t have much time to focus on the sensation because bokuto and terushima had finally decided that they’d been waiting for long enough. they worked diligently, the cool metal of teru’s tongue piercing flicking against your bud while bokuto slurped on your juices so loudly that the sound filled the room in the most embarrassing way possible.

yeah. you were in for it tonight.

sorry for mistakes or inconsistencie. requests for bnha and haikyuu are open.

#haikyuu smut #hq smut #bokuto smut #sakusa smut #kuroo smut #oikawa smut #terushima smut #haikyu!! smut #haikyuu x reader dirty imagine #.chiyo’s works #.chiyo’s works hq

[cinnamonest]

Hi weird request but what would Kaeya’s and Diluc’s s/o’s daily life be like ??? I’m really curious 🥺👉👈

No no anon not weird at all I like 👀

Tw: yandere, contains n/s/f/w

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Unfortunately (for them, at least) they can't be with you all day, as much as they'd like to. Both have very important affairs to attend to, but rest assured you're occupying their thoughts the entire day. Diluc, thankfully (again, for him, at least) has some days where the only work he has to do is right there at home, moreso than Kaeya, but at least Kaeya gets some days off entirely.

Diluc's has more of a strict schedule. He's one to determine when you wake up and when you sleep, and he has to stay up a lot working on this or that, but even if he's staying up he'll make you go to bed on time, but a little while later you'll feel the shift of the mattress when he crawls in with you. He'll gently wake you up before he leaves in the morning, and give you just little things to accomplish. It's not immediate, but after you've adjusted to your new lifestyle, he'll give you little tasks around the place to do, cleaning things and the like. It'll take a while before you're trusted to cook things, at least those involving knives. Wouldn't want you to get any dumb ideas about attacking him or the staff.

Speaking of them, you'll never not feel eyes on you, outside of your room. Everywhere you go there's maids and other staff around, watching your every move, making note of anything you do so that they can give the detailed report they'll later be asked for. Don't expect any help -- some of them are sympathetic, but you'll quickly realize that not only are they all well aware of your situation, and not only are they all turning a blind eye to it, but they also are expected to report any instances of you trying to enlist their help. It gives Diluc an idea of how well you're adjusting. Of course, any new incoming staff will be secretly watched themselves -- any move to aid you in any way won't end well for them. In the end, hey, they all got a raise when you came in just as a way of keeping them silent, so they can tolerate the weight of the knowledge of your plight without doing anything. And you take care of some of the maids' tasks for them! Don't think they're gonna want to get rid of that.

Between assigned tasks and reading and, in his words, "approved walks with two or more staff through the vineyards for no more than ten minutes," you'll have enough to do until he gets back, which becomes earlier as time goes on. He's dropped his nighttime vigilante activities.

Now, on days when he has no one to meet and nowhere to be, and all the work to be done is right there at home, he'll keep you with him. Give you a book or a toy of some sort so you can sit in his lap while he does paperwork, keeping an iron grip on your waist. You can still do some little chores around the place after a while once you get fidgety, he likes watching it really. You can feel his eyes on you as you move around. On days like that, he tends to make everyone else clear out, or gives them the day off. He's too embarrassed to actually, you know, show human emotion around other people than you, and he gets irritated by other people talking to or looking at you. And, of course, because you'll inevitably end up bent over the desk a couple of times throughout the day.

At the end of the day, he's honestly one to really like physical affection. Just laying next to you and running hands through your hair is nice, he likes to spoon you with your back pressed against him and his hands around your waist, it feels very secure to him. Once he gets like that, he actually kind of lets go and sometimes just vents his stress and complaints, mumbling and grumbling about this or that thing that happened. It's actually really sweet, if, you know, you're at the phase of your relationship where you've allowed yourself to start becoming emotionally attached to your captor.

Kaeya's poor darling has a bit less to do. No huge pretty winery to run around in, you're more or less trapped in one room. Expect to read a lot of books in the near future. And he genuinely doesn't want you to die of boredom or anything, he will go out of his way to try and pick up things for you, not only books but also coloring books, puzzles, paper and drawing supplies, and other forms of time-occupiers. He doesn't want you going numb and unresponsive, he wants to keep your brain active so he can see all the cute smiles you have and hear your voice.

He won't wake  you up, though, you're too cute sleeping, so if you're easily woken up by him moving around, he'll briefly talk to you, tell you when he'll be back and so on. If you're a heavier sleeper, he'll just kiss your forehead and leave, maybe leave a daily note on the bedside table if there's anything important to be addressed. And your day will primarily consist of those aforementioned time-occupiers, there's not much else to do. Although, he's now taken to taking meals back with him to his own room rather than eating with the other knights, and for whatever reason seems to be taking almost twice the amount. Not that anyone cares enough to check into it. Honestly, poor darling, ya boy is whiny and an absolute drama queen. He's never had an outlet for it before, but now you get to hear all his complaints, talking about the people that irritate him, all the things he has to deal with, he gets all stubborn and pouty about it, blatantly overexaggerating everything he suffers through, hoping you'll reassure and coddle him over it, even faking dangerous occurrences or near-injuries in hopes you'll show some concern for his well-being. And then, he'll put on his daily routine of telling you how much he doesn't want to go back, hey maybe he can take the rest of the day off? Feign sickness? And the other possibilities he always goes through before you finally tell him to suck it up and go back to work.

At the end of the day, he comes back and, ever dramatically, flops down to tell you just how awful the rest of the day was, grabbing you from whatever you're doing and nuzzling into you, picking you up to carry you to bed. He's also very into physical affection! Just. You know. A very specific kind. Unlike Diluc he can't really separate the concepts of cuddling and sex and they both inevitably mold into each other. If he's gonna lay there and hold you after a long day's work, might as well exert some of that pent up stress.

On his off days, well, there's a lot more of that occurring. He's actually one who, much to your dismay, likes to stay in on off days, opting to lazily lay around, talk and talk (it's something he does a lot of, you know), and all that talking and muttering and hands moving and groping eventually progresses, peaks, and soon you find yourselves back to lazily snuggling and talking, only now naked and sweaty. And that's pretty much the entirety of those days. However, on the extremely rare and very gracious day, provided you've been exceptionally well-behaved, you may find yourself allowed to go out on a daytime excursion. Just be warned, it's only at your begging, as he'd lock you away forever if he could, and he's in a pretty pouty, bad mood the entire time. There are two ways it can turn out. One, you notice said bad mood and inevitably it ruins your own time, and you end up conceding to go back. Or, if you can ignore the pouting and cold silence and have fun anyway, good for you, but the trip will probably end faster since he doesn't quite like seeing how happy you are to be out among others.

#lena's asks #yandere genshin impact

[willowbird]

hi! im a sucker for mutual pining so can i ask for roommates!au+ childhood friends + “you know i’ll do anything for you.” for pynch? 💛

You sure can lovely, you know I'll do anything for you 😉 (see what I did there?)

I also decided to make this a sick fic because I can. Hope you enjoy!

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Ronan Lynch woke up feeling like death warmed over. Now this wasn't an altogether unfamiliar sensation, but it usually followed a night of heavy drinking and too many tacos sourced from questionable food trucks. Last night Ronan had been fucking responsible, thank you. He could have gone out and gotten trashed with some not-quite-friends he knew from around town. Instead, he had specifically stayed home and not gotten shit-faced because he had important shit to do today.

See, responsible. He could do it. Fuck you, Declan.

With an enthusiastic groan of anguish, Ronan rolled over and made to push himself up into a sitting position. His hand slipped off the edge of the bed in the attempt, however, and two seconds later he was in a heap on the floor with absolutely no energy nor motivation to try again.

At least, not until he heard a light knock on the door followed by a familiar voice calling, "Ronan? You alright in there?"

"Fuck," he grumbled to himself - except his face was trapped between his arm and the floor, so it came out more like 'frushk'.

The door creaked open and Ronan managed to summon the energy to lift his arm just enough to see Adam's bare feet peak into the room. How had he never noticed how elegant Adam's ankles were? The man could be a dancer if he wanted to, Ronan was sure of it - not that he knew anything about dancing or what dancers bodies should look like. Adam was wearing his pajama pants still, which was odd because Adam was always up way before Ronan and was usually fully dressed by the time Ronan dragged his ass out of bed - which he only ever did when the time was still in single-digits if he had absolutely no other choice (or if Adam was making breakfast... so... almost every day, but then he went back to bed). It was a shame, though, because Adam's calves were elegant, too. One wouldn't think men's calves could be pretty, but Adam's were. They fit the line of his legs like calligraphy, gently curving while holding all of this strength. That was to say nothing for his thighs. Ronan would happily be crushed by Adam's thighs.

"Um..." said Adam, and Ronan realized that he'd grabbed the hem of Adam's pant leg and was lifting it up, his body attempting to listen to his (likely fever-induced) inner ramblings and desire to see more of Adam's (perfect) legs.

With no energy to explain or defend himself, Ronan grunted and just let his hand drop back to the floor. A moment later he felt the air shift around him and when he realized he'd closed his eyes he forcibly peeled them open again to see that Adam had crouched down beside him.

Ah fuck, look at that bedhead. This was unfair. Ronan should get to see Adam's cute bedhead every day. But no, Adam had to be one of those people who got up at the asscrack of fucking dawn. He had to be one of those jerks who owned a comb. Despicable.

Adam caught his hand, the wayward limb having lifted to reach for aforementioned cute bedhead against Ronan's will.

"Alright, come on now Lynch, let's get you back in bed." Adam's voice was soft and very close now, which was funny because Adam was supposed to be far away. Adam was always too far away. Except this next time when Ronan opened his eyes he realized that Adam wasn't far away at all, he was right there, with his arm around Ronan, helping him sit up.

"When'd you get buff, Parrish?" Ronan grumbled as Adam all but deadlifted him from the floor to get him back on the bed.

Adam's quiet chuckle brushed against the side of Ronan's neck like a kiss. "What, did you think me going to the gym four days a week was for show? Gotta be able to lug your ass around."

"You calling me fat?"

"Yes."

"Bitch."

This time, Adam's laugh was a bit more full but it stayed quiet, like Adam knew about the angry cotton that had taken over the inside of Ronan's skull and didn't want to antagonize it.

Ronan was horizontal the next time he opened his eyes and Adam was woefully far away. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, adjusting the covers, which really wasn't all that far, but look -- it was too far. His hands were eager to obey his inner ramblings apparently, because without Ronan's say-so they had lifted again, reaching for Adam.

Adam caught them easily in his own and squeezed. "I hope you didn't have any big plans today, Lynch. You've definitely got a fever."

"No I don't," Ronan protested, half-distracted by how nicely his and Adam's hands fit together. He'd almost forgotten that, how good it felt to hold Adam's hand. They used to hold hands all the time when they were kids -- because that's what kids did. He remembered always reaching for Adam's hand. Sometimes to pull him up when he fell down, sometimes to grab him to go play, sometimes just because it felt... good to do it. They've been best friends since the summer before kindergarten, them and Gansey and Noah. But it was always Adam's hand Ronan wanted to hold.

But boys don't hold other boys' hands once you reach a certain age. Which, actually, was utter and complete bullshit and Ronan was going to do something about that as soon as he was able to get vertical again. He didn't know what, but he would come up with something, dammit.

"--nan? Ronan? Hey, you still with me?"

Ronan blinked away some cobwebs and focused back up at Adam's face, which was drawn together in concern. "The fuck you talking about Parrish," he rasped out. "I didn't go anywhere."

One of those strong, elegant hands dropped his - but before Ronan could mourn the loss it reached forward to press gently to his forehead, then to his cheek. "Maybe I should take you to the doctor," Adam said through a frown.

"'m fine," Ronan growled out with attempted authority. Adam only stared at him and Ronan rolled his eyes. "It's just... just a stupid cold or something."

Adam was already shaking his head. It took all of Ronan's willpower not to whine when he pulled his hand away, but he managed.

"What're you doing?" he grumbled suspiciously as Adam produced his phone from the pocket of his sweatshirt.

"Texting my boss."

The shock of confusion that lanced through him at that was sharp enough to kickstart his brain and wake him up a little bit. "What? Why?"

Adam gave him another look, and damnit if the man didn't look like a sexy, disapproving librarian - even without the glasses. "Ronan, you're sick. If that fever gets any higher you really will have to go to the doctor."

"So?" Something was not computing. Why should Ronan's stupid body being stupid sick have anything to do with Adam texting his boss? Did Adam's boss know something about fevers?

"So I'm not leaving you by yourself all day."

"You're asking your boss to hire a fucking babysitter?"

"No you ass, I'm calling off for the day."

Ronan blinked. He closed his eyes, counted to three, then opened them again - but Adam was still there. He was looking down at his phone, swiping across it as a message came in. Then he gave a nod and looked back at Ronan. "And it's done."

"Wait. What?"

Adam's expression clouded with worry again, lips pursing and brow drawing in. "Ronan, I just told you..."

"Shit. Fuck. Yeah, I got that. Wait. You're calling in?" Adam Parrish had never called off of work a day in his life. Ronan would know - since he'd been a part of it for about twenty years now. Three weeks after they'd moved in together, Adam had come down with strep throat and had still tried to go into work. His boss had ended up calling Ronan to come haul his ass out of there since Ronan was listed as his emergency contact.

"I'm going to call the doctor..."

Ronan cut him off with a wave of his hand. "I'm not a fucking amnesiac, Parrish. Why the fuck would you call off work for my sorry ass?"

Adam gave him a look, then, and it was a look that had the rest of Ronan's confused protest dying before it even reached the tip of his tongue. When Adam spoke, his voice was softer and his hands - his hands - had abandoned the phone and had returned to take both of Ronan's.

"C'mon, Ro," he said in that quiet, steady voice, "you know I'll do anything for you. Don't you?"

Ronan's throat constricted and his hands curled into fists, except Adam's hands were already tangled in them so he only ended up gripping those hands tighter. It took a moment for him to process that, his brain addled by fever and distracted by confusion.

When the words and the tone and the look in those blue of blue of blue eyes finally clicked, Ronan swallowed hard. Then he opened his mouth, maybe to say 'no I don't' or 'do you mean that the same way I do?' or 'if you fucking no-homo me on this shit Parrish I will kick your ass'. Instead, he rasped out a dazed, "What the fuck time is it?"

Adam blinked, then gave a tired grin and shook his head. "A little after five."

"...AM? Five in the fucking morning? Jesus Christ."

"Don't blame me on this one, Lynch. You're the one who threw yourself out of bed before I even had a chance to shower."

Ronan snorted, then looked up at the other man through bleary eyes, considering his options here. After a long moment of deliberation (that honestly might not have been that long, considering how wobbly his interpretation of time was this morning), Ronan laboriously shifted his body over on the bed so that he was tucked more against the wall. He then patted the newly empty space beside him. "C'mon."

Adam looked at him, then the bed, then at him. "What?"

"Should I call the doctor?" Ronan mocked, then rolled his eyes. "Come on. You don't have to work, and you're up to early. This way you can make sure I don't die in my sleep."

"Not funny, Lynch," Adam warned - but he also set his phone on the bedside table and crawled onto the bed, letting Ronan hold the covers up for him so he could sink into the warmth. Their apartment was too drafty for Adam's bird blood to put up with that sleeping on top of the covers shit. Besides, they'd had how many sleepovers growing up? Sharing a bed was nothing new to them.

The flutter in Ronan's chest when Adam met his eyes, that wasn't all that new either.

"Go back to sleep, Ro. I'm right here."

Ronan sighed, but being given that permission to say 'fuck it' to the rest of the day and just sleep off the haze of sickness clinging to the backs of his eyelids and slinking down his spine was enough to sap the rest of his energy. He closed his eyes, sleep already tugging at him. Later, he wouldn't remember whether or not the soft press of chapped lips to his forehead was real or a dream.

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#asks #of stars and moon #ficlet prompts #trc fanfic #pynch #ronan lynch #adam parrish #sick fic #childhood friends #roommates fic #also they share a bed #and there's a forehead kiss #pining #lots of pining

[sugarylawliet]

you’re obsessed (just let me go): chapter 1

> this is like a sangwoo x reader + yoon bum x platonic! reader but it’s not in second person pov i hope that’s okay ^_^

> no one requested killing stalking but i already posted this on my ao3 so i thought i would post it here too and if you guys like it i’ll write more chapters !

            chapter 1: standing there (killing time)

Let’s say you have a choice between saving your friend’s life, or saving your own. If you choose your own, you have to watch your friend die, but you get to live. If you choose your friend, they have to watch you die, but they get to live. Well, of course, you would sacrifice yourself to save your friend. It’s the right thing to do- it’s the only thing to do. But what if I told you that your death was guaranteed to be excruciatingly drawn out, not a quick shot to the head or cardiac arrest, but a slow sequence of stabs to the stomach with a dull kitchen knife still greased with the residue of lunch, each puncture simultaneously completely numbing, empty strokes pulling you closer to the mercy of unconsciousness, and also the most gut wrenchingly painful experience you’ve ever been through? Would that change your answer? What if I told you your friend was the one who got you into this situation? What if I told you that you wouldn’t have ever had to answer this question in the first place if your friend wasn’t such a fucking freak?

This is what I have to consider.

The scenario is not some philosophical inquiry into ethics or human morality proposed by Plato or Schrödinger- though I suppose in this predicament I am a Schrödinger cat; while the police search for my missing body I am both dead and alive at the same time before they discover my true fate. No, this question is not the work of a renowned theroticion, but the work of the skinny, clumsy, extremely stupid stalker from my college, Yoon Bum- The Friend. Not a faceless character from a question on a philosophy major’s exam, but the boy sitting on the opposite side of the damp basement facing me, his frail wrists bound together behind his back with a rusty chain. It was funny- not the whole getting kidnapped thing, no, but the way he was restrained. I always figured if I ever saw Bum with his hands cuffed like that, it would be related to his stalking habit, that he was getting arrested for harassment or disturbing the peace or what have you. I never thought he would be restrained like that by the very man he was stalking.

Yes, The Man, the one holding the aforementioned dull kitchen knife, also very much real as he stood between Bum and I. He repeats the question, only a little louder. The question I posed earlier.

“So, what’ll it be? Save Bum,” He gently kicks the legs of The Friend which lay sprawled out and injured on the basement floor, “or save yourself? Hmm? Come on, I don’t have all day. Don’t think so hard, Minji.”

That’s me, I’m Minji. Or you, if we’re still playing the metaphor game.

“I can see you going back and forth in your head. Don’t. Just do what your gut says.”

The thing is, I don’t know what my gut says. My gut is just hoping to not be stabbed repeatedly. It’s saying I should save myself, that Bum was the one who got me stuck here in the first place so I should just let him die. But it’s also asking if living with The Man is any better, if living at all after witnessing The Friend be killed by my choice is worth it at all. I was hoping you would be a bit more decisive than my gut, which is why I asked you first, but I don’t think The Man knows how to break the fourth wall, so I’m out of luck.

“No one. Neither of us. Or both of us- I don't care. Just don't kill one and keep the other alive, man, that's fucked up, even for you.”

“Oh?” He bends down, crouching to my level so his eyeline meets mine. “You think so highly of me, Minji? I might say I’m honored.” He lets out a small laugh through his exhale, the charismatic smirk on his face growing as he watches my eyes brim with tears. I hang my head down.

“Hmm…” He crawls closer to me, bringing the tip of his knife to my neck, lifting my chin up to look at him. I meet his eyes, the coldness of the blade makes my skin feel blue. Did he stab me and I just don’t feel it? Was it so painful my brain blocked it out?

“You know, you do have a point. Only having one of you around would be quite boring. You’re a smart girl, Hubae.” He purrs, drawing away from my trembling body. He stands up, making his way towards the wall to the right of me, where a cherry red toolbox lay leant against it next to a glossy baseball bat, the latter of which he picks up, running his large hand up and down the cylindrical weapon. I catch a glimpse of Bum shivering.

“I’ll keep the both of you around, but, Minji,” He cranes his neck to peer at me, his eyebrows furrowed forming that signature smirk of his. It- he was attractive and horrifying at once, he was real and raw and honest, he was manipulative and devious and calculating, he was the pretty boy from your college and he was the tragic waste of potential on your local news. He was The Man.

“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” He continues.

“Wh-what? What’s unfair?”

“You, like that. You’re handcuffed of course, but you still have an advantage above Bum over there.” He nudges my ankles with the tip of his bat.

“No, I mean, I just, you don’t have to do that. Please.” I stuttered. With one smile he shattered my bravado, he took his baseball bat to the glass window of my self esteem. It was like he stole my language capabilities, like he reduced me to a little kid who only used their vocal chords to cry. I wanted to cry. He bent his arm, raising the bat above his head.

“Sangwoo!” Bum cried. That was his name, The Man, the one about to smash my ankles in, he was Sangwoo.

Sangwoo brought down the bat with one smooth swing, releasing the pressure on the space above my feet. And in that moment, I was gone. Unconsciousness, a freedom from personhood. It was peace.

#killing stalking #sangwoo #oh sangwoo #sangwoo x reader #oh sangwoo x reader #yoon bum #yoon bum x reader #killing stalking x reader #manhwa

[happyreid187]

Sharing Space -Spencer Reid x Gn!reader

Description: Broaching the topic of moving in together. AKA the one where reader miscommunicates and Spencer totally panics. Gender neutral Warnings: Anxiety/insecurity. Fluffy tears. Reader and Spence are dumb.

Words: ~1.5 K

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It had been a painfully long week. Your coworkers were incompetent, your (patients/ clients/ customers) were demanding, and your boss - well, he made them look anything but by comparison. You were beyond exhausted, feeling like you were in survival mode. The last thing you wanted to think about was moving, but the day was sneaking up on you, and you had just over a month until your lease was up. That’s one month to talk to Spencer about what the hell it is you were going to do about that, then to pack, and move, and maybe look for apartments depending on how the aforementioned conversation went. You liked to think you knew him pretty well - he had opened up a lot to you compared to his baseline of complete secrecy and independent processing. But you had no idea how he was going to handle this conversation. You spent nearly all your time together - you split your time pretty evenly between the two apartments, but you were almost always together. Almost is a very important caveat, however. There’s a big difference between constant and usually, and you weren’t sure Spencer was capable of the former, much less ready. There’s a difference between choosing to see someone all the time, and needing to. You didn’t want to suffocate him. Sure, you enjoyed daydreaming about how you would construct your collective space, what it would be like to have even more domestic moments with him. Right now you spent as much time together as possible, but work took so much time from both of you - all you wanted in the world was more pancake mornings, more laying in bed, more showers together - these glorious little intimacies that were the highlights of your life. More sitting across the room reading, more doing dishes together, more grocery shopping - banal, unsexy experiences that would be boring with anyone else, but were delightful with him. You were unequivocally ready to live with him, but you had precisely zero faith in what his reaction to that question would be. Perhaps you were just being insecure - he loved you, and signing a new lease when you already more or less reside in one felt financially and emotionally irresponsible. Yet you had always been the more ready one - you were more accustomed to loving and being loved. You knew you loved him for months before he finally said it. It took him a while to get used to you, to affection, to trust. Spencer had come a long way but it wasn’t enough for you to confidently ask to move in with him. Regardless of your apprehension, in order to avoid being homeless, you were going to have to come up with some sort of plan. “Hey baby,” he draws you in as you walk through the door of his apartment. Home. It had been a week since he left for a case, and you had missed him to an embarrassing degree. He smelled so cozy. Looking at his face felt both familiar and magical in a way that should be totally antithetical, but wasn’t. “Hey,” you replied quietly, smushed against his shoulder, trying to subtly take in his scent without seeming like a total creep. “How was work?” you asked quietly, still through the fabric. “It was... an absolutely horrific parade of human suffering.” he replied “Wow! That’s a little harsh...” you giggled, “but also same.” “I’m so happy to be home with you,” he sighed against your hair, and in yet another paradox of the day, you managed to feel two totally opposite things at once. You felt your heart rise at his words and your stomach fall - elation and anxiety together in your chest. “Yeahhh about that...” you stepped back. Spencer looked acutely distressed. “What? What’s wrong? D-Did something happen when I was gone? Did I - did you um... y/n...” he gasped your name in a total panic. “No nothing’s wrong, it’s fine - jesus, this is such a shitty start to what could be a very different conversation.” He looked slightly guilty for a second, feeling like he had ruined everything, but then his hatred of surprises took over, and his eyes narrowed at you suspiciously. You could feel the nervousness radiating off of him, but you could also feel slight annoyance. “What? What’s happening?!” “I - nothing! Relax, Spence, everything is oka-“ he didn’t let you finished, jumping in with “Are you breaking up with me?” a faint mist welling in his eyes. How did he draw that conclusion? He had listened to your first three words and ignored every reassurance after it. What a dumb, smart boy. “Spencer, what?? NO! Of course not,” you rushed towards him, pulling him into your arms and kissing his cheeks. “Why would you even ask me that?” you squeeled in a high pitch, borderline sing songy baby voice trying to stop him from crying. Tears can be healthy and all, but this is not how you wanted this conversation to go, and you wanted to shift back on course immediately. “Baby no - it’s the opposite - I....” the nervousness was upon you again. In his panicked state, he was not having that. “Y/n, whatever it is, you have to tell me right now because I - I can’t” he was successfully holding back the tears but only just. “I’m not trying to keep you in suspense I’m just nervous! Slow. Down.” He nodded at you, drawing in a shaky breath. “My lease... is up... next month.” “What? Yeah, I know.” he responded, looking totally dumbfounded that you would assume he didn’t. You were about to ask how the hell he knew that, but you could already guess the answer “You mentioned something about the time you moved in once 10 months ago in passing and I knew it was a year long lease and blah blah I’m perfect and I listen to and remember everything you ever say....” Yeah, something along those lines. “So I - I don’t know what you want to do. I can look for apartments, or - “ You paused and offered up your hands in a sort of shrug, post prayer movement. “What?” he asked for what felt like the thousandth time that day. Blinking quickly, he continued, voice confused and still panicked “Why? Why would you do that?” You uselessly shrugged your awkward hands. “I don’t know! You’re a person who wants your space. I wasn’t sure if you would want me here.” You watched his body relax, literally sinking into himself. He put his hands over his face, chuckling and wiping what tears were left by his eyes. He stepped closer to you, and with a sly grin and a cocked eyebrow and asked “Is this your incredibly messed up way of asking to move in with me?” “I - yes! Yeah, I want to move in with you.” You laughed. “I knew this would be a stressful conversation but you really took it to a different level.” he shook his head at your words. “It didn’t need to be stressful,” he pulled you in for a deep kiss. “How could you think I would say anything but yes? Of course I want to live with you. I basically already do.” he was smiling his wide smile now - the one that lit up his whole face, that you saw too rarely but that totally dissolved every worry in the world. You still felt the worries needed to be mentioned, saying “You didn’t even let me get the words out before you were worrying about a breakup? You know - or you have some idea of - how much I love you. I would never, ever break up with you. How did your brain get there that quickly?” “Well, I guess I still think our life together is too good to be true, but I’m working on that. You stared into his eyes, and whispered against his lips “I’m here.” and kissed him “I’m not going anywhere.” “I know. It’s mostly just...” he pouted. “It’s just that you’ve never not been happy to see me before.” You couldn’t take his mostly fake pouting face seriously, so you leaned into his ear to hide your smile. “I was happy to see you genius, I just had something to ask you.”

#spencer reid x gender neutral reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fluff #spencer reid fluff #dr spencer reid #dr reid imagine #spencer reid blurb #spencer and reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #bau #spencer reid fic #mgg #matthew gray gubler #mgg imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid self inser #reid #just let my man be happy #my fics

[itskatastrophe-x]

Far Off Places (CH 2)

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

Word Count : 3,022

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It took a few hours to wake up, but when you did, you sat up in a cold sweat, sharp pains shooting through your ribs, legs, and back. Almost three days of walking and running had taken a huge toll on your body. You scrunched your face in pain and shot a hand to your chest, noticing bandages around your arm and hand. That’s when you were very aware of your surroundings and two other figures in your peripheral. You looked at them in shock, their faces mirroring your same expression. You remembered the one with the wings just as you fell to the ground, but this second person you hadn’t seen. How many people were here, you wondered.

You tried to speak but your throat was raw and all that came out were raspy whispers and coughs. The one with wings looked at the taller one and motioned to a doorway. The taller one nodded and walked away swiftly, coming back seconds later with a bottle of water and another one full of a sparkling pink liquid. He handed you both of them and advised to drink the pink one first and wash it down with the water, explaining it was a health potion. You obliged and gulped it as fast as you could, almost gagging from the taste, and quickly chugged and swished the water after, feeling the effects almost instantly. You thanked them both and handed the bottles back to the boy and he took them back through the doorway, leaving you and the winged man alone. You fiddled with the bandages on your arms for a moment and cleared your throat a couple times before finally speaking.

“Where am I? Who are you? Thank you for the help.” The man lightly chuckled and took off his hat, his hair falling to frame his face. “My name is Philza, but you can call me Phil. The other one is Ranboo, he’s our friend that lives over by the mountain.” His voice had a very thick accent, unlike the boy, Ranboo. You nodded and he continued. “You’re outside of the Dream SMP. I live with Ranboo here with Technoblade. He goes by Techno. He’s currently asleep and we’re not sure when he’ll wake up. You’ve seen our dogs,” he chuckles out, drawing a smile onto your face. You scratch the back of your neck and heat makes its way to your face. “I’m sorry if I woke you. Your dogs made quite the ruckus.” He smiles fondly at you and waves you off. “Oh, don’t worry about it. We’re normally up around that time anyway. Days have been pretty restless lately, what with all the wars and such going on.”

He notices the worry on your face and goes on. “We tend to stay out of things. We’ve been involved too many times and we all like to keep things peaceful. These cabins are essentially a safe place. No one really knows where we live and we’d like to keep it that way. You aren’t here as a spy are you?” You shake your head and look down at your hands, bruises and cuts litter your body, but are slowly fading thanks to the potion from earlier. “No, I uh…” You clear your throat and steel yourself to speak more. “I… I travelled for three days to get here. My homeland was destroyed and I have nowhere to go.”

You look up at the man, the younger boy now standing next to him, staring at you in wonder and concern, the same concern seen in Phil’s eyes. “I’m still not sure how much I can trust anyone so I won’t say much more, but I lost my home and everyone I know. I’ve come a long way and I need somewhere safe. The person that murdered and burned my home could still be out there, and I need help. I know we’re strangers but I hope to trust you two more. You seem like nice people and, if you’re willing, I’d like to find some help some day to go back and figure out what happened.”

They both stare at you for a while until Phil smiles politely and nods. “Of course! Do you have a name you’d like us to call you?” You think for a minute, not being able to come up with a name to go by so as to keep your real name hidden. Ranboo speaks up a minute later. “We could call you Faer, if that’s ok. As a name it means Traveler.” You smile brightly at the small  name and nod. “I guess that fits, seeing as I am technically a traveler now. I didn’t do much of that back home, so sure, let’s go with that.” They both nod in unison. “Faer,” you say to yourself. A fitting name, short and sweet and it rolled off the tongue nicely. Maybe one day when you knew you could trust them you’d tell them your real name, but for now that nickname would do.

They gave you some supplies, a bed, and some armor and better clothes after you got some rest and pointed you to a good spot to set up your own little home. They also gave you a map of the surrounding areas and gave you a rundown of some of the people that lived in the main cities, but there were so many that you forgot half of them. Ranboo followed you out to pick a spot to settle down, idly chatting about how life was in the area, who to stay away from, where all the farms were, and just general stuff to pass the time. Eventually you ran out of wood so you both ventured into the woods to chop some more.

After a couple hours, your small abode was looking good. It wasn’t anything fancy or as big as Techno or Phil’s houses, but it did the job. All you had to do yet was finish putting walls up inside, decorating, and making it pretty outside. You added some fences to give yourself a front yard, placed torches to liven up the place, and also made a small deck out front facing the aforementioned houses. It took a couple more hours of work to get the inside done, but everything was done around sunset and you were ready to pass out. Phil came over close to the end and said Techno was awake and they would be over soon to welcome you in. You were grateful to have such a warm welcome, but you were still on edge. How well could you trust these people? Sure, they gave you plenty of things and were friendly, but it felt like they were hiding something or were keeping information away from you. The way they would shirk off certain questions or avoid subjects completely was weird. You assumed it was because they didn’t trust you either, so you shrugged it off. You were a stranger to them. A person that ended up passing out on their land, giving them no info on who you were or where you came from. You were lucky you ended up here, though. Hearing some of the stories Ranboo told you made you glad this was the closest on your journey.

Ranboo returned, after leaving to clean himself up, with some flowers, a diamond sword, and a couple emeralds to get you started. After chatting with him for a couple minutes you heard a knock on your front door, signaling the return of Phil. You hopped off of your seat and opened the door to greet him. He had a couple dishes of various kinds of foods piled into his arms, so you gladly took some from him. What you were not prepared for was Techno. You didn’t know what to expect, as Phil had given no description, but the tall half pig, half human standing behind the winged man with a disgruntled look on his face, flowing red cape, and glinting golden crown was absolutely something you weren’t expecting. I mean, you weren’t one to judge, you just had no clue what to expect. Phil walked past you and asked Ranboo for help setting everything up, leaving you with the large man. He gave you a huff and walked past you, cape gently hitting you in the shins as the wind from him walking pushed it out behind him. You stood there, slightly in shock with the door open, as he made himself at home in your new living room. You closed the door and turned around to see him with his head hanging off the back of the couch, eyes closed and arms crossed. He did just wake up, maybe he’s still tired.

The night was going well in your eyes. You and Ranboo were getting along well and you could see why he was saying Phil was very much like a powerful father figure. Techno joined in on some conversations occasionally when he thought he had something to say. You asked him some simple questions but he refused to answer anything. You chalked it up to him not trusting you at all so you let it slide and shrugged it off. Phil had nudged him or elbowed him a few times if he thought he was getting out of line, but you waved it off saying you weren’t bothered. Honestly you weren’t bothered. You had heard worse in your courts back at home, so little phased you at this point. Thinking about your home had apparently made you zone out, because you were brought back to real life when you heard your new name being called. Ranboo had shook your shoulder lightly, concern etched onto his and Phil’s faces, amusement and curiosity finally glinting in Techno’s eyes. You laughed lightly and put a hand to your face, feeling wetness on your cheeks. When had you started crying?

“Faer, are you ok? What’s wrong?” Ranboo’s hand retracted and he stared at you with intense focus, very clearly concerned. You looked down at your empty plate, long forgotten from the hours before during your conversations. You contemplated telling them the truth, second guessed yourself, then shook your head and covered your face with both hands, letting out a short sigh. You knew you would have to tell them eventually, and you supposed now was as good a time as any. You started off at your lineage, being born into a royal family, being sheltered since you were young, your training and lessons. Everything shortened into smaller stories to keep things simplified. Everything leading up to your parents inevitable deaths and you becoming the ruler of a whole kingdom.

Techno had perked at the words “royal family”, finally becoming invested in something and listening closely, asking questions every once in a while. Ranboo and Phil sat in shock as Techno had basically taken over the conversation, you pouring out details as he asked. You weren’t sure why exactly you were letting him get so much out of you, but all of them seemed to relax the more you talked about your past, until finally you reached the downfall of your oversized city. Ranboo had gotten more invested in this, and seemed to want to figure out how it happened as well. He said he was a fan of theories and small details that seemed to be hidden, so he agreed to helping you find the arsonist.

They asked for coordinates so you got up, grabbed all the plates to take them to the kitchen, found your journal, and brought it back to where everyone was sitting. Ranboo’s eyes lit up as he watched you flip through the pages and you caught onto his gaze and smiled. He opened his own bag and brought out a journal silently, smiling the whole time, mentioning how he kept his own journals. You made a mental note to try to ask about them at another point as he put his away. You finally flipped to the page holding info about your kingdom and pulled out a map from between the pages as well, flipping them to face Techno and Phil. They looked over everything and you watched intently as they pointed and flipped, exchanging words every few seconds.

“We can just make a portal,” Techno finally grunts out. “Most of our locations we stay in have portals to each and highways connecting to the main portal by the community house. The only thing we would worry about is having you out and about. Some of the people here… Aren’t so trustworthy.” You think back to your conversation with Ranboo and nod. “Yeah, Ranboo said something about an Egg? What’s that all about?” They all go quiet and you feel like you’ve asked the wrong question. “I’m assuming it’s nothing good, so I won’t press anymore, but if it’s unavoidable then you’ll have to tell me eventually.” Phil speaks up from his side of the table. “Well, all we should tell you now is to not touch the vines, and if you hear anything to let us know right away. Don’t trust any bad thoughts.” You were taken back by that but hesitantly croaked out an ‘ok’ and left it there.

You all spent the last hour together coming up with a plan to get you to your kingdom, what you could look for, and who else you might be able to trust. The date was decided to be set for a week from the present day and you would find two more people, Karl and Sapnap. Ranboo said you would get along well with them and they were people they knew could help that had a lot of knowledge. Karl was a master at problem solving and a time traveler (though he still didn’t know exactly how to control it and only used it when he had to), and Sapnap was born in fire so he knew it well, meaning he might be able to know something from the wreckage. After everything was said and done, you were waving goodbye as they all crossed the snow covered field to their separate homes.

You shut the door and sighed, leaning your back against the solid wood plank, your head also falling back to rest on it, eyes closing as you listened to your breathing and heartbeat. The gentle crackling from the fireplace and torches calmed your nerves more as you pushed off the door and made your way to the kitchen to extinguish some of the lights. After cleaning up and tidying everything, you looked over the living room once more and smiled to yourself, finding your way up the stairs and into your bathroom to wash off and get ready to sleep.

All this alone time gave you time to think about the plans, and the more you thought, the more you doubted this person named Sapnap. You were told he had some kind of fire ability, and seeing as most of your kingdom was set on fire, you didn’t think he was very trustworthy. No matter how far away this place was, he was still suspicious to you. I mean, what were you supposed to think when you got to a random location and on the first day upon arrival you were told that there was someone here with a fire ability? Were you just supposed to trust this stranger immediately, just like that? You didn’t like that thought at all, but you trusted Ranboo and Phil enough already that you figured you should give this Sapnap guy a chance.

And with those last few thoughts, you finished settling in to sleep, finally in a proper bed after three long days. The thick blanket and the flickering light of the last embers in the hearth helped you to drift off to sleep. You made a mental note to write in your journal when you wake up, since you were exhausted and could barely keep your eyes open.

Hot. Burning. Loud crashing. Your eyes snapped open and you were finally aware of your surroundings. Your kingdom around you, burning to the ground, craters dotted the ground. You were surrounded by fire. You screamed out in pain and searched for a safe way out. Why was this happening? No. You knew the answer, you just had to remember. Right? Right! Dreams. You could solve things using your dreams, being thrown back into the middle of situations to see what went wrong. To look over missed details. The only downside was the fact that all your senses still worked. It was like time travelling but without all the paradoxical consequences. Essentially just to play detective.

You ran through the blaze, trying to find a safe path while also looking for clues. There was nothing but destruction, burnt remains, and the smell of burning wood. You finally made it to a clearing where the plaza in front of the castle was, and there in the distance between all the red flames and black smoke, there was a flash of color. It was fast, so you almost missed it, but it was there. Who was that? With that thought alone, you were sprinting in the same direction, not caring about the flames that would kiss your skin or the ember covered logs that would catch your legs. You needed this lead, no matter what kind of pain you went through.

You spent what felt like hours running around. Your legs felt like they were being torn apart, your skin was burning and blistered in a lot of spots, and it was getting too hard to breathe. There was no sign of the green that you saw earlier, so you gave into your body and fell to the brick walkway under you, the rough texture stinging your skin. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily, hoping you would wake up soon. Then you heard it. The sound of feet on the pavement ahead of where you laid. Your body hurt as you lifted your head, vision going fuzzy and dark as the person neared. Green.

#dream #dream x reader #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #ranboo #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #lore #angst #x reader #reader insert #OC #OOC #AU #roleplay #fanfiction #fanfic #dsmp fanfic #dreamXD #c!dream #dream lore #prison break

[galacticlamps]

im sorry im sorry im sorry i know it’s been well over a year but i accidentally thought about Short Trips: Deleted Scenes (again) and it’s killing me (again) so i think im just gonna go ahead and post all these stupid thoughts that have been plaguing me about it since i first heard it & maybe that’ll help clear up some space in my head for like, real life things.

Spoilers I guess? It’s like a year and a half old but also high key the most recent 2nd doctor content i believe we’ve gotten which is like, the only negative thing I can say about it

The TLDR version is this:

I literally cant believe how sweet it is? Painful, but sweet. Like. I don’t honestly know what’s more likely - did they set out to write Jamie a nice little straight love interest and just fail miserably at it by constantly likening her to the Doctor AND paralleling the Doctor’s perspective with her ex’s AND putting Jamie’s relationships with both of them in direct tension with each other while constantly letting his with the Doctor win out?

OR - did they do a very 1960s thing and say hey we’re gonna write what’s essentially a story about how much Jamie and the Doctor love each other and release it on Valentine’s Day thinly disguised as a one-off romance with a french lady?

Now, as a general rule, my attitude toward questions like that is usually “don’t know, don’t care, doesn’t matter” - and while I 100% stand by that, I also have to admit that this particular audio seems to pay enough attention to detail that I’d kind of think I was selling it short if I assumed too many of these things were just meaningless coincidences, you know?

Anyway, that’s the most coherent/overarching thought. And here’s a disorganized list of things I absolutely cannot get over about it (they don’t form any kind of argument, mind, they just all happen to live rent free in my head):

- Celine is first taken in by Jamie being an idiot (specifically him claiming not to speak French, in perfect French); likewise, her entrance in the scene where they actually kiss is marked with a little anecdote about her hat getting stuck on a doornail and her scolding it as she attempts to fix her un-tameable appearance, and the narration says Celine “would often clown for Jamie like this” - all of which, while undeniably adorable, don’t exactly strike me as entirely original traits to have been assigned to Jamie’s love-interest (but also Celine is so cool and her perspective on film/media/time is an excellent addition to the long list of dr who characters)

- When they’re in the present, describing Jamie’s relationship with Celine in 1908, they call him her “companion” and highlight his going nearly everywhere with her, which earns a laugh from the 4th doctor (and me as well, though probably for slightly different reasons - but like, is that really all it takes to have a fling with someone in 60′s era who? bc if so...)

- Celine’s ex-fiance is still in love with her and is jealously watching when she kisses Jamie ... and then the Doctor appears beside him, evidently doing the exact. same. thing. They have the following conversation:

“You know, it’s not prudent to spy on people. But then, people in pain can’t be expected to act prudently.”

“Pain, monsieur? You mistake me.”

“Ah, do I? Good, because I rather thought you’d lost something.”

“What would you know about loss monsieur?”

- I’m sorry doc but who do you think you are, saying stuff like that and smiling sadly at the floor to boot? I 100% had to pause it here the first time I listened, just to not throw my laptop across the room. 

- Then when I recovered continued, the Doctor closes the door so they can’t watch anymore and explains “Possessing things comes so terribly easily to some men that losing them can feel cruel, intolerably cruel. In my experience, only the very best of men cannot be tempted to answer that cruelty with more - I do sincerely hope that you are the best of men.” (guess who gets described as the best of men by the end of the audio?)

- Jamie and the Doctor apparently develop a habit of walking along the river in Paris in silence

- During one such walk, Jamie suggests Celine come with them since she already figured out about the Tardis - and when the Doctor’s worried by this, he says he only allowed Jamie & Celine to grow closer “because of Victoria.” Jamie takes offense at the ‘allowing it’ comment and also refuses to admit he knows what the Doctor means about Victoria, which leads the Doctor to say that he knows how fond Jamie was of her - he was too, of course, but with him, “it was different, wasn’t it?” Jamie only says maybe that’s true and maybe that’s not, but his voice catches until he changes the subject

- Jamie doesn’t see Celine for days both times that she’s recovering from the shock and depression of her work being destroyed. In contrast, when the Doctor’s not well, Jamie’s "afraid” and “guilty” and hardly seems to leave his side at all, if his being there “rushing to embrace him” the second he wakes up - after a period Jamie describes as “at least a week” - is anything to go by, anyway. so either bf writers need to learn how to write a committed straight relationship or admit that’s not what they ever intended in the first place

- Oh yeah, and the Doctor spends that week "asleep” in Jamie’s bedroom - no, there’s no explanation as to if that’s where he was when he first collapsed or if it’s where Jamie decided to take him bc why would they feel the need to explain him being there? why was it even relevant to tell us it was Jamie’s room in the first place?

- The Doctor somehow manages to control the Tardis enough to take Celine on one trip to an alien planet and then return to the correct time & place for her to use the footage she recorded there in her new film - and while the audio doesn’t do very much to explain how that was possible, it does treat this as A Pretty Big Deal, and immediately afterward the Doctor has to spend a week communing with his past self (and/or the Tardis?) debating how likely it is that the Time Lords could use this to trace him. When he decides it’s not worth the risk and they have to stop the film from ever being shown to the public, Jamie asks why he agreed to it in the first place, and all he can say is “Because, Jamie, you asked me to!” earning awkward stares from the crowd.

- Oh, but, lest we forget, that little outburst is also immediately followed by him putting his arm around Jamie’s shoulders, and, shockingly, apparently beginning to actually explain the truth about the danger from the Time Lords - until they’re interrupted, of course idk why exactly but the idea of a 60s dr wanting to come clean with a companion but not being allowed to bc the show demands the war games be something of a reveal hurts me in a very good way

- The mental image of “the Doctor and Jamie, resplendent in borrowed evening wear”

- The audio admitting that Jamie’s not very good at subterfuge, and the Doctor asking if he’s going to be alright with them having to steal the film back from Celine - and Jamie’s little “Aye, Doctor” as he feels a ‘glass arrow piercing his chest’ glad to see bf is reading all my letters about exactly how i feel any time something sad happens to james robert mccrimmon

- The Doctor’s anxious to get out of there for obvious reasons, but he hangs around bc Jamie wants to see Celine again - which doesn’t happen, because of her aforementioned shock & depression, but she does leave Jamie a note that ends “you and that Doctor of yours - look after him Jamie, he loves you dearly, as do I.” yeah, if you didn’t want people to draw a parallel there, you could’ve picked, like, any other wording in the world.

- In case you weren’t fully convinced I’ve been reading too much into this whole audio already, consider this: Celine dies in Long Island in 1968, three days before her birthday - 1968 is when this story would’ve taken place in the show’s history (between Fury & Wheel), and dying three days before/after a birthday in America seems a bit... well I had some deja vu from it, anyway

- Four of all people being the one to bring back the film - I know he does it bc Sarah Jane makes him, but personally, I often feel like despite the length of his run, 4 is the Doctor with which we might’ve gotten the fewest glimpses into his interiority, so the fact that it’s him and not one of the more overtly sentimental Doctors makes it feel like it carries even more weight somehow, to me anyway. I think I wrote a post saying roughly the same thing about 4 & Fate of Krelos/Return to Telos but maybe I only did that inside my own head lol. Still, I’m all for any opportunities for Jamie to be one of the few characters to draw some noticeable emotion out of Four, but in fairness I haven’t touched too much of his EU stuff to really be able to compare the frequency with which this happens with other past companions

- Is Four referring to Two or Jamie when he says he got the film from “an old family friend”? Two did the actual stealing, but he probably means Jamie’s involvement - either way, it’s an interesting way of describing old companions - or selves?

- When Jemima goes to call Jamie a thief, Four is “roused” to defend him: “he really was the very best of men” again, any time four freely shows he cares about someone, im over the moon about it

- Oh ha ha, there’s an audio called “Deleted Scenes” featuring the Doctor who’s most affected by junked episodes. And at the end of it, a character who’s spent her life researching and lecturing about a lost film gets to watch it be ‘rediscovered’ after it’s gone unseen for decades. I feel marginally less stupid for reading into the other details of a story like this when it ends up deciding to be to be clever & slightly meta like that

But yeah

all in all, it’s kind of amazing to me that this genuinely reads like they sat down and said okay boys it’s valentines day, let’s write an audio where jamie kisses a girl, since that hasn’t happened except as a plot device in one story in 1967 - but then when they got down to business they accidentally(?) wrote a story all about how important his bond with the Doctor is and how easily that can be compared to a legitimate love interest (even if the love interest in question is a one off character & the extent of the relationship appears to be like one kiss & then having Jamie spend most of his time around the Doctor instead)

I realize there’s something slightly illogical about writing the words “shipping aside” after a post like this but seriously - no matter how many categories you’re able to see two & jamie’s relationship fitting into, this is 40 minutes of big finish just hitting you over the head with how powerful/special/important that relationship is, and with them being two of my favorite characters, i really haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since

#jamie mccrimmon #second doctor #big finish #Short Trips: Deleted Scenes #yes i am gonna tag this #two/jamie #i think it earned it with the line from celine's letter if nothing else #and quite possibly the doctor's so-called imprudent & pain-driven spying #but i'll leave it at that #in case anyone's looking at the tags to decide if they should actually read this rambling monster of a post #also if you for some reason read this but haven't listened to the audio - #a) that's kind of you to care what i have to say but #b) you could probably have listened to half of it by now lol #did i mention it's a stand-alone audio that only costs $3? #and it's more of a traditional audio book format with one narrator who voices all the characters? #sorry i wasn't ready to do a bf pitch in the tags here #i genuinely dont know why someone who hasn't already heard it would bother to read all this #but if anyone has - thanks? #i'll shut up now so you can get on w ur day :)

[luxekook]

bangtan host club ❯ part i

❯ pairing: ot7 x reader

❯ genre: ouran au, college au, crack, smut

❯ summary: when you had decided to take summer lessons at your college, you hadn’t factored in the impending presence of seven insufferably attractive and arrogant boys… the bangtan host club. 

❯ word count: 2.1k

❯ warnings: 18+, cursing, suggestive language, terrible pet names, excessive dramatics

❯ banner by: maggie @kimtaehyunq​

a/n: while this fic is loosely based off of the anime version of ouran highschool host club, it is set in university - meaning that all of the boys are of age (at least 21 years old)

host club members

❯ Kim Namjoon as “Kyoya Ootori” ❯ Kim Seokjin as “Tamaki Suoh” ❯ Min Yoongi as “Takashi ‘Mori’ Morinozuka” ❯ Jung Hoseok as “Mitsukuni ‘Honey’ Haninozuka” ❯ Park Jimin as “Hikaru Hitachiin” ❯ Kim Taehyung as “Kaoru Hitachiin” ❯ Jung Jungkook as “Haruhi Fujioka”

Taking summer classes had never been on my agenda, my studies having been mapped out in detail since the day I arrived on campus three years ago. And then the university’s president suddenly has this utterly groundbreaking epiphany and adjusts the curriculum to “ensure that all students will leave Bangtan University well-rounded”. 

Screw that. My ass is already well-rounded enough, thank you very much.

But despite my best efforts (i.e. begging President Kim to make an exception followed by crafting a petition that gained over ten thousand signatures), I have found that there is no avoiding the dastardly new physical education requirement. And since my schedule for my upcoming senior year has been planned and set for literal years, I’ve been forced to enroll in the sole summer physical education class offered at Bangtan University - Introduction to Weight Lifting.

I wish I was kidding.

To say that I am dreading the start of class tomorrow would be an extreme understatement. I’ll be lucky to escape this summer without physical injury or the loss of my dignity. Athletics have never been my strong suit, and I’ve only entered our campus gym to go to the smoothie bar.

Groaning at just the mere thought of working out and being graded for it, I trek down the streets of outer campus towards the library, swearing under my breath and sweating profusely.

It’s a blazing hot, blue-skied Sunday in July. Typically, I would be lying on a beach somewhere with a drink in my hand, soaking in the warmth of the sun with joy. But instead, here I am, sweltering and desperate for air conditioning after my ancient window unit wheezed its final breath last night. The comfortable chill of the library is my only hope aside from my landlord who promised to fix my air conditioning by tomorrow.

My frustration builds as I turn onto the block lined with imposing and picturesque estates in which the upper echelon of Bangtan University resides. I’d bet the very last ice-pack in my freezer that these houses have unfailing central air.

I pick up my pace, worn Doc Marten platform sandals slapping against the hot pavement. The pristine mansions seem to mock my distress as they exude the coolness of unbothered wealth. Despite there being no Greek life here at Bangtan University, the lack of letters emblazoned on the numerous estates I pass does not symbolize a lack of status. 

This block is home to the athletic teams who throw massive parties whenever they happen to be in the off-season. It’s also home to the legacy clubs - the exclusive groups of current students who are relatives of past alumni.

And last but not least, this block is home to the infamous Bangtan Host Club, a small group of idle rich boys with exceptionally good looks and a penchant for entertaining. 

The aforementioned group’s house comes into view as I draw nearer to campus. The host club’s mansion sits on the corner lot right across the street from campus. Typically, students are wary of such proximity - but not those boys. No, they’re un-phased, throwing massive parties every weekend without fail and without repercussion.

During my first semester, I had been confused as to why their parties had never been shut down; but now I know better. The host club’s president Kim Seokjin is the son of none other than the fucking president of the university - the very same man who damned me to my weight lifting fate.

In fact, almost the entire host club is related to someone with influence - either at the university or within the surrounding community. The only exception to the wealth factor is Jeon Jungkook, who attends Bangtan University on a scholarship not unlike myself.

About 99% of the university are host club stans. As for me? I don’t subscribe to that bullshit. And I do mean literally ‘subscribe’. They have newsletters, merch and everything. I would say I don’t understand it at all, but a small part of me does.

They’re fucking gorgeous. Like I’m talking Tom Ford at New York Fashion Week gorgeous. Armani catalogue centerfold gorgeous. Goddamn Sports Illustrated Men’s Swimsuit Edition gorgeous. 

In fact, I’m pretty sure Kim Seokjin actually does model in his spare time. With his long limbs, broad shoulders and pillowy lips, Seokjin certainly has the features for it. My freshman year roommate bought so many posters of Seokjin from the host club’s merch website I think I could identify him from a hundred yards away in the dark. 

“Hey!” The bellow emanates from the porch of the host club’s house and jolts me from my memories, “Hey, princess!”

I let out a snort. Whoever that pet name is directed at needs to shut that down immediately. I mean, ‘princess’? In this economy? Please. I need off this block ASAP.

“Hello? I’m talking to you, angel!” 

The voice sounds closer now, and my eyes squeeze shut. Oh god, this person cannot be talking to me, can they?

Princess? Angel?

The sheer absurdity pushes me onward, and I do not spare a single glance in the direction where the inane greetings originated. Alas, I barely make it two feet before a tall figure screeches to a halt in front of me, panting like he had just run a marathon. 

I blink as I take in the very boy who just crossed my mind a minute earlier. Kim Seokjin looms over me, chest heaving and smile gleaming.

“Cupcake, hello!” his smile grows wider, “Why didn’t you answer me? I was talking to you.”

My brain is trying to wrap itself around the unfathomable phenomenon I’m currently witnessing. The host club president is beaming down at me like I’m the last custom Rolex ever made. His white t-shirt that probably costs more than my rent stretches across his shoulders in a way that has to be illegal. 

A bead of sweat drips down my back between my shoulder blades. I don’t have time for this attractive detour; I only have time for a long sip of iced water and a seat under an air conditioning vent somewhere deep within the recesses of the quiet library.

“Were you?” I shrug, looking over his illegally broad shoulder and plotting my escape, “I didn’t realize, considering my name isn’t princess, angel or cupcake.”

I inwardly cringe at my tone. I have a tendency to be irritable when the weather is hot, and it seems like today is no exception.

Seokjin stares down at me, his cocky expression wavering for a split second before snapping back into place. “Well, tell me your name then, sunshine, so that I may cordially invite you to the host club’s latest summer extravaganza!” His dark brown eyes sparkle as he remains seemingly impervious to my building ire, beaming down at me.

“No, thank you,” I shake my head decisively and attempt to sidestep around him. 

None of my friends are on campus for the summer, and there is no way I'm going alone to a party full of strangers. That just screams bad decisions, just like the time I willingly ate the dining hall’s “Mystery Meat Special” during my second semester.

Seokjin cuts off my path yet again, and my scowl intensifies as I glare up at him, “Could you move, please?”

Seokjin gapes back at me, “D-don’t you want to come to our party?” I stare at him with eyebrows raised. He continues at a higher decibel, “Don’t you know who I am?”

The nerve of this boy. My eyes scrunch shut as I send a quick plea to anyone out there in the universe to send me patience and then internally count backwards from ten. 

“Yes, I know who you are, Kim,” I finally say, completely exasperated, “And no, I still don’t want to go to your party.”

Seokjin is gobsmacked, looking like he’s seen a ghost as he stands before me open-mouthed. For a second, I allow myself to indulge one more time in his attractiveness, my eyes wandering along his toned torso, his muscular arms, his high cheekbones, his messy brown hair. 

And then he bounces back, snapping his fingers, “Aha! I know what this is. You’re playing hard to get! Okay, I can play along with you, sunshine.”

It’s my turn to gape at him this time, watching as he mumbles to himself about how I must want him to beg for me and how he would just love to do so. I’m about to put a stop to this madness when he spreads his arms wide and announces loud enough for the entire block to hear, “Sunshine, please, attend our party! My heart longs for your presence, and I will only be happy if I can have your arm in mine next Friday night...”

I’m honestly beginning to worry about the boy in front of me. Is he completely unhinged? Am I being Punk’d right now? 

Seokjin prattles on, “So, my sun, my moon, my stars, will you please do me the honor of joining me for a night of fun courtesy of the host club? No guest has yet to be disappointed and—!”

I finally just reach up and cover his mouth with my palm, steadfastly ignoring how plush his lips feel against my skin. “Kim Seokjin!” I hiss, “I promise I am not playing hard to get. I simply do not want to go to your party. Now, please, for the love of god, let me walk by you in peace.”

Loud bursts of laughter sound immediately after I finish speaking, and I whip around to locate the source. Two boys jog over to where Seokjin and I are standing on the pavement. Their laughter doesn’t subside with their approach. If anything, it grows louder.

“Oh, come on, pres,” the pink-haired boy who I know to be Park Jimin jeers, his melodic giggles punctuating each word. “Is this how you plan on handling your first rejection?”

My eyebrows pull together in confusion as I turn to face Seokjin, only to find him lying dramatically on the lawn in front of his house with one arm throw over his face.

“Go away, Jimin,” Seokjin groans, ripping out a handful of grass and throwing it at the other boy. Obviously, he doesn't calculate for the wind and sputters when the grass blows back in his face.

“Boss, you’ve really hit a new low,” the blue-haired boy - Kim Taehyung - grins as he looks back and forth between me and the over-the-top performance happening on the lawn. All Seokjin does in return is flip Taehyung off, seeming to have learned from his grass-throwing lesson.

Well, there’s no need for me to stay a second longer within this realm of crazy.

I turn on my heel and head off towards the library, renewed in my desperation for the relief of blissfully cold air.

Alas, I don’t get too far before the two boys with colorful hair are in front of me - each with an arm thrown over the other’s shoulders. 

“Well, well, well… I must say,” Taehyung drawls.

“You’re quite an intriguing little thing,” Jimin cocks his head, looking me up and down. I try in vain to steel myself against the heated assessments both boys are giving me.

I’d heard a lot about these two - most of it being completely outlandish and borderline unbelievable. Do they really do everything together?

It’s as if that thought is written all over my face as the smirks grow on the faces of Jimin and Taehyung. “If you don’t want to come to our party for Jin-hyung…”

“Will you come for us?” Taehyung finishes Jimin’s thought, and I am almost certain that he intended for that question to be as suggestive as it sounded.

Before I can even attempt to answer, Seokjin launches up from the ground and barges in between the two boys. “Yah! That is no way to speak to a lady! Have I taught you nothing? Don’t you fools remember lesson number fifty-two on being a good host?”

“We didn’t say anything inappropriate, pres,” Taehyung shrugs, looking pleased with how riled up the older boy is growing. His pink-haired counterpart grins, “If anything, you’re the one with the dirty mind, twisting our innocent words into such filth.”

It’s as if Seokjin is struck by lightning - his shock turning him pale as a ghost before the redness overtakes him. I cannot tell if it’s due to embarrassment or anger. All I know is that I need to bounce.

When Mt. Seokjin finally erupts, I slink away and practically jog across the street to campus. Ah, free at last...

a/n: this is part one in my host club series! originally i was going to make this a giant one-shot but i figured i would just break it up into smaller pieces so that i could get some content out uwu

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