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lepoppeta · 2 years

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2, 7, 10, 13, 16, 18, 22, 25, 27, 28, 32 and 36 for the writing thiiiing!!

my goodness, what a lot of numbers! im going to be sticking this all under the cut so i dont clog up anyones feed.

2. if you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? if you already write everything by hand: (a) are you a wizard? and (b) pen or pencil?

i think i could, but it would take a lot of practice. writing stuff out by hand is immensely satisfying, and one of my favourite hobbies is buying stationary and office supplies that i only eventually get around to using, but typing also has its merits (specifically speed and lack of carpal tunnel).

i am not a wizard, but i appreciate both pen and pencil equally. it just depends on what mood i happen to be in that day.

7. what is your deepest joy about writing?

im not really sure how to answer this one, simply for lack of adequate description. theres just and immense satisfaction to the written word; to craft poetry and prose.

10. has a piece of writing ever "haunted" you? has your own writing "haunted" you? what does that mean to you?

"haunted" has two different definitions depending on what its applied to.

sometimes ill find a fanfiction that makes me feel so hollow and raw that it hangs over me for a while, almost up to a few days. these fanfictions are often my all-time favourites and i revisit them whenever i want to have my soul metaphorically scrubbed clean.

in the case of my own writing, "haunted" means that i come up with a single passage that i adore but cannot connect to a larger prose, so i let it sit in my documents for years. i open it with the intention of working on it, stare at it for a while, and then close it again, but nothing that i write around this will do it justice.

13. what is a subject that is incredibly difficult for you to write about? what is easy?

i find sex to be hard (badum-tssh). its not an activity i enjoy nor i participate in. i can tolerate it if its written a certain way, and i have written smut, but im not particularly gung-ho about it.

emotions are also very hard due to me not knowing how to describe them. i hesitate to because i always feel like im never doing it justice. i hate filter words like "felt" and "thought" so whenever i slip back into the habit of using them i get discouraged.

i dont think theres a subject matter i find particularly easy to write... nothing that comes to mind, anyway.

16. whats the weirdest thing youve ever used as a bookmark?

uhh... i dunno, a receipt? im a very dull person, you must understand.

18. choose a passage from your writing. tell me about the backstory of this moment. how you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

"... John Ryan, do you take this man to be... to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward... for better or for worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until..." His voice is thick by the end, sticky from the absurdity of the words. "...until death do you part?"

Jack continues to gaze at Atlas in earnest, until he sighs softly through his nose. "... no."

Atlas tries to object, but his tongue weighs heavy in his mouth and his jaw is stiff. A watery smile breaks across Jack's face. His eyebrows wilt endearingly at their ends, and it's only now that Atlas realises that the shine in his eyes from before was from unshed tears.

"Not until death do us part. We're past that." He reaches out and catches Atlas around the back of his head, entwining his fingers in his dark brown hair. "We died, and we came back, and we're here now." He leans forward until their noses brush. "I will love Atlas Mulligan past death... into the life and lives beyond. I did not --" he pushes their foreheads together "-- survive hell on earth just to lose him a second time."

(My Lover Stands on Golden Sands)

this was the first concrete bit of this piece that i had written down in a document; the first passage that i knew i didnt want to change.

rapture is an odd sort of place where racism and homophobia obviously still existed: sander cohen was gay but his career didnt seem to suffer from it (possibly because he was pretty buddy-buddy with mr. ryan), and while there was only a smattering of non-white characters that im aware of off the top of my head (charles porter, grace holloway, yi suchong) there was evidence of at least them experiencing microagressions somewhat regularly.

in the early stages of this piece i had considered removing all of the -isms and -phobias from rapture entirely because i was working off what rapture was originally supposed to stand for (a place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything -- a weird sort of submarine zootopia), but i realised there was no way i could do that in good conscious. so, i had to settle with jack and atlas lightly musing over period-typical homophobia. jack was able to get away with it most likely due to his status, and the fact that while the people of rapture brought all of their biases down with them, it doesnt appear that arrests were made due to homosexuality (so long as it was kept on the relative down-low).

(im getting off track, i think)

in any case -- i knew i was inspired by something else for this passage. possibly a pinterest prompt? about the deconstruction of the phrase "until death do you part". that was the main focus here.

22. how organized are you with your writing? describe to me your organisation method, if it exists. what tools do you use? notebooks? binders? apps? the cloud?

my writing portfolio is, regrettably, incredibly scattered. onenote, google keep, the apple notes app, simplenotes... its all over the place and i despise it. im always on the look out for a free cross-platform notes app (i use apple on mobile and windows on desktop) that has a rich text editor and a way to organize notes via folders/notebooks/tags. the closest ive gotten to what i like is notebook by zagg, but the last time i tried using it more regularly it had pretty major syncing problems and i fell out of love with it.

25. what is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

hmm... i wouldnt say this is wholly irrelevant, and its not a detail so much as a bit of a useless headcanon that ive spent too much time thinking about, but... atlas mother was named rosie (my inspiration for her came from the song "the star of county down"). she was flighty and flirtatious and didnt give a rats arse about settling down and behaving sensibly. she wasnt especially maternal (atlas was raised mostly by his devout catholic maternal grandparents) but she was around enough for atlas to have a vague relationship with her. she died when he was a teenager from an unspecified illness.

atlas father is nameless and deceased, although he was a musician (like atlas is today).

27. who is the most stressful character youve ever written? why?

i havent written him (yet) but mister augustus sinclair gives me a great deal of stress because theres no way i can write about someone as viciously intelligent as he is. my talents pale in comparison to the bar he has set for his personality and inner workings.

munkustrap (from the cats musical) also causes me a great deal of stress because my vision of him is so complicated and self-destructive but like... i dont blame him at all for being that way. i do dread about having to one day tap into all of that angst, though.

28. who is the most delightful character youve ever written? why?

atlas! i love atlas so much (or at least my personal very ooc vision of him) because its a bit like watching a feral dog get housebroken: hes never considered himself to be the domestic sort at all, and seeing him slowly find his place alongside jack as a lover and a father never ceases to delight me.

32. what is a line from a poem/novel/fanfiction (etc.) that you return to from time to time? how did you find it? what does it mean to you?

a lot of the lines/passages i like can be sorted into one of two distinct categories: (a) lines that make me laugh, and (b) lines that rip my heart to shreds.

" "Alright Swin, I'll cut you a deal," you decide, and sit up, criss-cross applesauce in his hand. Swindle perks up, instantly interested-- he's like a clicker trained dog, you swear he has some kind of Pavlovian joy response to the word 'deal'... "

(sugar (daddy), oh, honey honey)

theres several lines in this fic that make me choke on my own air but this is one of my personal favourites.

He stops, props himself up, and gently shakes his shoulder. “Sweetheart?”

Hanzo says nothing. He buries his face at Jesse’s neckline.

More than trembling: he’s weeping.

“It is you,” Hanzo ekes out, grabbing fistfuls of Jesse’s jacket.

“Aw, darlin’,” Jesse bleats. His throat tightens. “Of course it’s me, it’s the real me.”

“It is really, truly you.”

He laughs, a jittery heh-hah. “The genuine article.”

The archer finally lifts his face and speaks in a tone that nearly breaks his heart.

“You left me,” Hanzo says.

Jesse gathers him tight, expects Hanzo to pull away, floods with fondness when he only clings closer. “Honey, I fucked up. I messed up real bad, honey, I did you wrong.”

“You left me.” Hanzo’s cheeks glisten with tears.

“I know, darlin’, I know. I was bein’ a real jackass.”

“You left me. I deserved it.”

Now McCree thinks his heart will outright shatter. “Darlin’, please. No, you didn’t.”

(Hang the Fool)

chapter 19 in hang the fool is something i revisit again and again without remorse. just... ugh. this fic is perfect. this chapter specifically is perfect. i am such a hardcore sucker for tearful reunion scenes, you have no idea.

36. they say write what you know. setting aside that this is terrible advice... what do you know?

i was a horse girl, back in the day. i dont know how surprising this is -- ive been told that i just kind of naturally have that vibe. i know horses, i have books on horses. im not an expert, mind you, but i probably know slightly more than the average person. enough to get mildly annoyed if someone says something largely incorrect.

#ask game #answered ask

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crest-of-gautier · 7 months

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i did a bit of replaying of fes today and let me tell you I AM THE HAPPIEST LIZZY to have walked the earth!!! I LOVE THIS GAME!!! even if i only played the first four days (im on april 18th and i did NOT go up to the 4th floor to talk to ikutsuki). random talking under the cut...

i genuinely think that the animated cutscenes in fes still hold up. im so charmed by the manga panel expression cut ins + the little 💦❓⁉ types of emotes that pop over the characters heads and the waist-up portraits. and i unironically love the models they're really cute. minato is too cute he's too perfect for my eyes i think he needs to be blown up immediately.

i think it's really neat to see the different social links and other party members very briefly in those "minato walks through (xyz) location" scenes. i was so excited 2 see them i was like!! visible exclamation point over my head bc i do treasure some of these SLs so much...

for shits and giggles on the full moon on the 9th, when you're supposed to be running up to the 5th floor. i decided to walk around the second floor and interact with things. i really enjoyed the additional dialogue bits from yukari there.

honestly a common trend that seems to happen a lot whenever i play p3 is just a spike in my love for yukari. like. i already love her a lot as is but whenever i see her dialogue again i just am filled with so much overwhelming love for how much she sticks to her values i just think it's so so nice how much she values honesty and transparency and i think i would like to try and articulate it better at some other point. she's so good.

and i think whenever i see the yukari moments from playing through p3 it always makes me so... (microwaves myself and blows up), i guess, disgruntled? that she got shafted SO hard in the movies like damn no wonder why i didn't really get into her brain space they barely gave us any time to peel her brain layers 😭 (though this is hardly exclusive to yukari).

ANYWAY my replay will probably be a very slow one, i really enjoy sitting through cutscenes and thinking about them and uh! persona has a lot of them. i think it'll be nice to do this in the evenings sometimes, though. i forgor how good the opening to the game was it's such a fun way to throw the player into the experience.

AND!!! it's definitely causing my brain chemicals to jump for joy and yipee over art ideas like OHHH IM SO!!! i love interacting with the source material again it's so nice to be reminded of the bits that resonated with you or things that you might've glossed over yet still are significant in the grand scheme of things. i've wanted to draw p3 again but when a lot of my ideas were just hanging around in my brain for a year or two sometimes i get attached 2 how it looks in my head and dont think ill b able to translate that so. its nice. 2 have new ideas on the chopping block.

GOD i love p3 and hmgnhh. i will always love to revisit fes i think. even though reload will be a thing. i think i am oddly entranced by how "dated" some of these mechanics are. like tiredness. or no part-time job. or the no party control. its such a fun way of informing minato's characterization that isn't really there when you try to make p3 closer to "modernsona" methinks BUT ANYWAY. thats all from me.

#lizz.txt #lizz.jpg #p3fes #ermm i hope no one frequents the fes tag i dont wanna be majorly perceived on this blog loool #especially this isn't really put together this is just me spitballing my love into the void haha #im mostly tagging it for archival purposes on my blog i like being able 2 see my classifications...#i love revisiting these games but also wow there r a lot of cutscenes gklhlghhfd #makes me wonder how much energy i'll have when playing reload lmaoo but THATS NOT MY PROBLEM RN!!#sighs. i love u minato. i love u p3. thank you for being such a great game to worm around in my brain #they mean everything to me....

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perksofbeingamaineiac · 10 months

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July 12, 2023

I haven't touched my laptop in 12 days at least. My first Canadian vacation was great. As much as I wanted to stay and explore, I also was ready to come home. I want to enjoy the pool, hang out with people, and enjoy the summer in the city. I can go away and enjoy a beach vacation in the winter and I hope I will be able to do that with my aunt and Nonna.

Work has been good, busy, especially this weekend. It was a lot to come back to after a vacation, but I think it will also be fun.

Things with B have been going well. I have it in my head that he is talking to other people and true or not I shouldn't be this anxious about it. My insecurities of not being enough are really coming through. I feel like he's still talking to other people because I am not enough to fill what he wants, but good enough to fuck around with. I am not saying its true. I am just saying I am very insecure right now.

I went over Monday and he did all these cute things like dance with me in the kitchen, walk on the outside of the sidewalk, he tucked me into bed and even rubbed my stomach when I had cramps. I adore him and I recognize the things hes doing. I want more. I want to do sweet things for him. I got him a little gift from PEI and he seems to really appreciate it. I told him I want to help him make some job listings. If he can find good employees he can relax and have more him time. He's so busy all the time and yes, selfishly I want more him time, but I want to see him enjoying himself and not worrying about how many things he has to do.

I have invited him to stay at the hotel with me Saturday night. We will go out for dinner and then I am going to get him tickets for him and his brothers to at least go and enjoy it while they are down there. I've seen him at work, now it's time for him to see me. I also want to talk to him about being exclusive. I know he has limited time and I don't want him to not be putting his effort into seeing if we work. Which I don't think hes doing. I am just super monogomous and know that I want to put my effort into him and see where it goes. It still early and we don't need to put a title on it, but I do want to know i am the only one. I have some deeply rooted issues with this I need to work through, I am so jealous. I want to say something along the lines of

"I am not talking to other people because I want to put the time and effort I have into you. Give whatever this is a full chance. We don't need to label it, and I am not in a rush for anything. I do like you, and I do see how we can be best friends and way more. Are we there yet? By no means, but I enjoy the time I spend with you and I look forward to the moments I share with you daily. You have quickly and unexpectedly become someone in my life that I trust and want to share things with. I want to continue to grow that."

He said he knows I like spending time with him from my body language. Im trying not to come off too strong but I also want him to know I am all in if he is.

I will figure it out. I do need to sleep...

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rockandroobuckaroll · 3 years

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#shane madej #ryan bergara #steven lim #i just got back from a shoft at work to find my dad has walked out #its not the first time its happened and probs wont be the last lmao #but literally watching this WW+ had me laughing and like... i just cried a little #these fucking men make me so happy even when Im one inconvenience away from ending it all #like these fucking guys... i cannot express how important watcher is to me #and unsolved too #i literally think to myself whenever i want to unalive myself that there's a new ep coming soon #like i cant miss steven cooking for his parents #or season 4 of puppet history coming soon #oh and spoiler for those who dont have patreon but theyre filming more AYS soon #and like... im just hanging around exclusively for that at the moment #oh and im seeing MCR in march #and my cat #but its mostly watcher... and my lil kitty cat #sorry to anyone who's read these tags that im rambling but my lord these boys literally keep me going #i realised i fucked up a tag right at the start im not retyping all that enjoy the word shoft tumblr sucks

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amazingphilza · 3 years

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twitchcon :: cc!multiple x reader

fluff , platonic , gender neutral ! some mcyt headcanons if you were to attend twitchcon w them

cc’s included in order: tommyinnit , tubbo , ranboo , wilbur soot , philza , technoblade

cw: kinda lengthy for the minors (i think), not as much for the hags LMAO /hj

tommyinnit

this man is so excited to be at his first twitchcon & being able to hang out with all his best friends makes it a hundred times better

when he isn’t at a panel or doing meet & greets, he’s dragging you everywhere to see the whole convention center (clingyinnit)

he is just so at awe despite this not being his first convention to attend

you’d be surprised he gets tired pretty quickly & stops over to the partner lounge

you both rest for a bit against a wall in a pretty packed hallway despite it being an exclusive area to twitch partners

every time a famous streamer walks by he will yell it out and record it then vlog your reaction, even if they’re surrounded with bodyguards & trying to get to another place quickly

he’d zoom in his camera to their face at a horrible angle and be like

“oh my god it is THE ninja. ninja famous fortnite player, HELLO.”

but he gets completely ignored

then the camera pans out to you, still really zoomed in that the capture is blurry

“ninjainnit?”

“EH?”

tommy is so confused, forgetting the bit ninja did on his twitter where he renamed himself ‘ninjainnit’ for a split second

okay tommy isn’t that athletic but he will chase you and the rest of your group down a hallway if he had to

he’d probably find a toy gun from the artist alley/seller booths and shoot you and wilbur with it

but if tommy stumbles across any of the dream team, it’s about to be minecraft manhunt but irl

and he will def play his stream music while walking or smth when he’s bored (or trying to jump dream & sapnap)

** DO DO DO DO MANHUNT MUSIC **

oh my god,, now thinking about it he’s probably the one to open like random doors of empty rooms and steal stuff while you film him

like he will take a random empty glass, a bunch of pens, a freebie t-shirt, everything he sees he takes with him and you’re just panic

“tommy we’re literally not supposed to be here, and i’m stuck here filming you. it’s surely a felony in action”

“well, it’s their fault for leaving the doors open! plus this is great content. who’s the dirty crime boy now, HM?”

you’d tell wilbur about this and he’d scold tommy and threaten him with the same pen tommy stole

tommy probably would also drag you some weird event happening outside twitchcon along with tubbo and ranboo

“pokimane is giving out free pizza to everyone if we go to this one restaurant down the street!”

“we are literally gonna get bombarded. have you forgot you’re like three of twitch’s top streamers? i’d rather pay for all of our meals than try getting free pizza from pokimane against all her other fans”

“DEAL! let’s go to five guys then!”

you unfortunately end up paying for all 3 of their meals and picking on their food instead of buying your own

even with all of them making way more money than you, they still happen to be cheapskates

OR tommy will end up getting a burrito from a taco truck, immediately making a mess of himself, then proceed to complain how messy the food is to eat despite knowing what he was getting himself into before even ordering

“shit my clothes are all ruined now!”

“well that’s your fault you got a burrito, as if it’s your first time having one”

“i mean the food is good, i’m not complaining about that but i don’t think it’s that good that it’s worth costing my red and white shirt, im just saying”

tubbo

same with tommy, he is so excited

i don’t know why but i imagine him overpacking his suitcase and you making fun of him for it

anyway tubbo has his irl backpack on and streaming EVERYTHING

probably spends a lot of time at a bunch of different booths, checking out all the pointless gadgets he could buy for his stream

you’re the one to stop him from doing so

“TUBBO IT’S LITERALLY OVER TEN THOUSAND DOLLARS, STOP. DONT GET IT.”

“WHY NOT?? IT WILL BE COOL FOR MY STREAM AND I WILL USE IT EVERYDAY”

“okay theoretically speaking, how the hell are you going to even bring it home? which—let me remind you—is across the country for you and not to mention the giant ocean separating america and the uk”

“free ship-pang!!!”

“i hate to break it to you tubbo but there is no way you can get free shipping on a FIVE FOOT PC. it’s nearly as tall as you! what are you even gonna do on it, hack the government???”

the arguments are all lighthearted but eventually you give in and let him splurge over a thousand dollars in different devices he claimed he “needed”

i could honestly see him visiting the beaches in san diego and going for a swim or even renting out a boat to use for a bit :D

also he’d bring benson along with him and taking a bunch of scenic photos with it in them

i have a feeling he’s the type to schedule a spontaneous meet & greet because he was bored & gets in trouble for causing a mob in a certain part of the convention

he’s like “oh god, i did not expect this many of the bois to show up AHAHAH oops”

tubbo would def pull a lilypichu and bring his melodica or ukulele and play themes while following random people/cosplayers

at the end of the day, you’d find his bag just stuffed with crap he either got for free or bought in the convention

“how did you get all that stuff? i was with you all day??? and it’s only the first day of the convention, hello?? it looks like you’ve been collecting as if twitchcon has went on for a week already!”

“HA i have my ways, do not underestimate my powers”

lani would probably tag along for the vacation honestly

like whenever someone comes up to her giving her gifts/asking for pics, you and tubbo would tease her about how famous she is

and i dunno but something about tubbo just gives me this amusement park energy and going to legoland and spending the whole day there since it’s near by and because he can

ranboo

he is like a beacon in a sea of people, that’s it .

i honestly just see him causing as much chaos as the other two

ranboo would probably like take someone’s camera whether if they’re streaming or if it’s for the vlog, hold it up high, and point the camera directly above someone’s face

it did not matter how tall you were and if you had platform shoes on, ranboo was a skyscraper next to you

“HAHAH this is how i see you from this height, this is funny”

then he shows you the vid of the recording of him getting like an aerial view of your face

like you see your nose and all your pores and just overall a bad angle to be captured in

“OH GOD RANBOO DELETE THAT, ITS HORRIFIC”

i dunno why but i feel like he’d jump scare every person that was cosplaying as his minecraft character from behind for some reason

“BOO!”

“ranboo i’m not even remotely dressed as your skin—”

“don’t worry i’m practicing it’s fineee”

“you’re like the height of 2 people combined, i think you will be fine as is. you even intimidated the security at the front”

i feel like if he had his own panel he’d like pull up some undertale song in the middle of it and scare all the people in the crowd

“lore but in real life”

probably would get some matching keepsake with you from artist alley/the booths!

i could imagine like a cute keychain or smth :D

i feel like he’s the type to like randomly volunteer as a participant for those mini events in a booth thinking it would be funny but regrets it the moment he’s on stage

after introductions the presenter is like “okay ranboo, you will be given a random meme prompt above your head you won’t be able to see until after and you will have to make a random face to compliment it!”

and you can just tell by his facial expression he’s just thinking

oh god what have i gotten myself into

what is this game? who came up with this idea?

you’d laugh at him the whole time, even after he’s off the stage and finished with that small fiasco

“that was horrible. never again.”

“AHAHAH IT LOOKED SO AWKWARD YOU DID GREAT”

“I CROSSED MY EYES AND PUFFED MY CHEEKS BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANY OTHER FACIAL EXPRESSION. THE PROMPT ENDING UP BEING ‘WHEN TWITTER CANCELS YOU FOR USING PLASTIC STRAWS.’ AND WHEN I SAW WHAT IT WAS—LITERALLY WHAT KIND OF GAME–”

“I GOT PICTURES AND EVERYTHING ITS PERFECT AHAHAHAH”

wilbur soot

honestly with wilbur it’s slightly more chill

he already experienced twitchcon before so he’s just glad to see his friends again after so long

insists that you explore the convention yourself rather than sticking with him the whole time but you do anyway!

wilbur would probably have like a mini concert and gets you front row seats with the rest of the group

but that doesn’t mean before it that you’re not helping him set up

“y/n please– my amp is so heavy, i can carry it”

“don’t worry! i’m strong” :D

and musically talented or not, he will probably bring you and the rest of his friends up to stage to just vibe and sing a bunch of random acoustic songs

it’s not like some big concert hall stage,, i imagine more like a casual thing w a slightly higher platform from the ground yk?

after spending a long day at the convention he’d also bring everyone across the city to la jolla or smth !

you’d all probably have dinner there and chill, watching the pretty sunset

“this place is really pretty but oh my god im gonna lose my breath hiking up this stupid hill, please slow down”

and wilbur is like ??? because he’s completely fine with his long legs and everything

“just walk faster”

“no, you walk slower”

AHAHAH and for context traversing through la jolla by walking around the town is a bit hard since it’s basically on a bunch of hills (walking up from the beach to a restaurant actually is actually sm work, trust me ive been there)

wilbur honestly doesn’t spend that much time in the actual convention center, he’s probably sightseeing a bit of san diego with you instead

but i could imagine him staying at the tabletop games area playing dnd or smth

“c’mon y/n, come join!”

“uhh i’m not sure, i’m not the best at roleplay and...”

“it’s fine don’t worry!”

he’d pull you in with him and end up enjoying yourself even if it was your first time

and if you’re of age, you’d be wilbur’s +1 at the twitch partner party and make sure mans doesn’t too drunk

if it’s not too late in the night, you two would chill at the beach after the party

it’s just a nice, calming moment after all the loud music mixed with hundreds of conversations at the party

also something about like taking polaroids pictures with wilbur just seems to go hand in hand for me

i’m not sure why but you will be taking lots of pics with wilbur for sure (not necessarily you both in the photo, but of sceneries as well while you’re together!)

philza

literally a dad on vacation with his children, it doesn’t matter how old you are

need sunscreen? surprisingly has it

want a snack? probably has a small granola bar somewhere in his bag

but same with wilbur, he’s more chill like this isn’t his first time at twitchcon

omg he’d def bring you to the artist alley and just buy a bunch of fanart and stuff tho

“oh wow look phil, someone made a giant poster of the dream smp and shit!”

“holy shit that’s so good what the fuck!”

and he’s like rushing to that artist’s stall to buy a poster or print

idk why but phil seems like the person to know where he’s going all over the convention center

he probably had a copy of the directory map but yk

you just have trouble reading it bc all the signs seem to be misleading to you

nothing really crazy screams out to me of what phil would do at twitchcon besides like go to a few events, spend a bunch of time w his friends, etc

HOWEVER i could see him wasting a lot of his time at the gaming area and testing new games that are currently on the works of being developed

like “woah y/n, this vr game is sick, you should try it out!”

ngl i feel like phil would plan a visit to disneyland for everyone, like he gets the tickets and everything but once you’re at the park it’s free reign, y’all go everywhere with not much of a plan

the minors would try to cheap out phil and pay less than the others even though everyone else fully paid phil back and everything LMAO

ok but if he’s feeling nice, phil will buy everyone cotton candy/pretzels :D

and if you’re not hungry, he’d at least get you a mickey balloon

HE WILL HAVE MATCHING MICKEY EARS WITH MUMZA YES .

ALSO STAYING FOR THE FIREWORKS THOUGH OMG

just in general, best idea phil had for taking everyone to disneyland :D

technoblade

surprisingly techno is really calm despite this being like one of his first conventions

but when he finally settles in and gets comfortable, he’s showing the same energy

if you’re playfully yelling, he will yell back

however there’s still those awkward moments that are unavoidable

idk why but something about him makes me think that if you feel tired and want to go back to your hotel room, he’d go with you just to make sure you get there safe

he probably also needs a break from being around everyone else for a moment too LMAO

i could also see him searching far and wide in the artist alley for fanart of himself AHAHAH

walking around with him in the convention consists of someone yelling “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD” every 5 minutes but you don’t really mind

something about him makes me think he’ll be forced into playing minecraft twitch rivals along with the rest of sbi or smth

and he’s like “oh god, i’m going to be on stage? and people will see my face while i play minecraft?”

“i’m sure it will be fun!”

“i mean i like being competitive and feeding my ego, but i’m not that desperate.. well”

do i imagine techno getting easily tired of being surrounded by a bunch of people and just going back to his hotel room with phil and watching some anime with him? yes

and will you watch even if you have no idea what’s going on? also yes

i feel like after a while of you guys hanging out in techno’s room, the rest of the gang will just slowly join you guys

like eventually everyone is there; you, techno, phil, wilbur, niki, tommy, tubbo, ranboo, etc

and techno is like “wha– where did you guys come from?” because his room is basically packed

and niki could be like “oh we can go if you want!”

then techno just insists that she’s fine “but who let the child get in?” clearly implying tommy’s presence

“OI!!”

eventually techno gives in with the company and someone gets a bunch of board games to play from the front desk

lots of yelling and laughing for sure

when it becomes late at night, techno is like half conscious, you’re on your phone, wilbur is staring out the window & enjoying the night view, tommy is passed out on the couch from tiredness, tubbo & ranboo is still wide awake quietly talking, and phil & niki are helping clean up the giant mess

eventually everyone brings themselves to go back to their own room except tommy who won’t budge

you give techno a look and he immediately understands what you were thinking

he rushes to the bathroom to fill up two cups with ice cold water and handed one to you

“on three?”

“okay.. one”

“two”

“three!”

then both of you pour the water on the poor child’s face

he jolts awake and saying a string of curses

“what the fuck techno? y/n too?”

“get out” is the only think techno says that before tommy rushes out with his stuff and you leave right after

a/n: i honestly can’t wait until conventions open up again though,, phil and ranboo were talking about vidcon earlier and omg.

also i kinda want to take in tommy requests but i’m not sure??? it would be both cc! and c! x gn!reader for sure tho. i love writing him to bits but who knows, maybe i’ll only stick to my ideas,, or not. send in a tommy x reader request, might do it, might not, but he’s my fav cc if you can’t tell so! :D (i dunno if i will keep it strictly platonic, but unrequited crushes and stuff are fun to write hehe,,)

edit: let’s hope i fixed all the grammar mistakes LMAO we love writing late at night :) /s /hj

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g00mbers · 2 years

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May I request Sun/Moon x Reader during Valentine's Day?

X readers are closed for now... but since valentine's days is near , i mean why not spoil the community!! 💖

Sun x Reader Early Valentine's Special!!

You have been working there for quite a while , valentines days was coming and the pizzaplace management as every event they had just went crazy with all the decorations and promotions of new exclusive valentines candy for parents that stayed with their kids at the pizzaplace , you were getting tired of this specific event since the human understaffing had you decorate , check and refill stores with the newest products , you just wanted to end this shift but lucky for you , you just had to check Sunny's place and the teather valentine's movies then you were done for the day

Lost in your thoughts you arrived to the Daycare , it was still 1 am so you had plenty of time before the pizzaplace opened up , when suddenly a familiar robot tapped your shoulder "Y/N? Are you there friend?" , you quickly turned around even thought it wasnt much of a surprise he was here , "+ Oh- hey sunny , just the usual , i gotta go check the valentine's preparations" , Sun looked over curiously and nodded "-So you dont have time to stay for a bit? It just gets soooo lonely and with nothing to do!" Clearly exagerating his tone at the last parts as you eye rolled , "well if you have nothing to do why dont you come to help me?" As the robot thinked about your proposition "Oh well! Its not my job to help staff.. but If you insist!" He said pointing at himself pleased but unfortunately you already started walking away gesturing him to follow you.

After getting a bunch of some boxes full of valentines decorations the pizzaplex management sended yesterday , you two started decorating the daycare , not trying to make it too romancey but just as fine as spreading friendship on valentines , sunny keep trying to make quick chatting with you as usual , but just for today you werent really on the mood , silence fell on the room full of cutting and pasting with adhesive , as Sun started "Hey fella? , you seem strange today! This is not your usual , come on bring a smile , you're on the greatest place on the world!" , you stared at him and continued hanging decorations as you let yourself speak "Sorry sun... i think im just exhausted for today , a lot of overworking" ... "do you ever feel like that too , sunny?" , The sun only glanced at you with a hint of understanding as he chuckled nervously "I- well i, cant really answer that friend , sorry." , "Oh! But we can do other stuff if you'd like to? What do you like sunshine uh?" He obviously seemed to try to change the subject and help you out of your overworking but without actually saying it , you decided to stop for a moment and reached out for some soda , but before actually reaching the machine Sunny rushed over the soda and served you a cup (althought weird) and they say chivalry is dead! , you only laughed it off for his strange manerism , but for the next hours everything he did seemed like trying to serve you and stop even the littlest physical activity from you , it was getting annoying but at the same time just didnt mind , He now looked a bit tired , how was that even possible for a robot?.

After a while you two sat down , it was 4 am , everything was already done and you could go home freely but you were too comfortable just sitting agaisnt the daycare wall and the fluffy matted floor

Sunny also sat as you could feel his eyes on you but you tried to brush it off but you finally stared back , he just waved at you like you were 10 feet apart (when you two were literally sitting next to each other).

After a moment of silence he spoke: "So! How do you feel y/n? Any better? I can fix you up a 10/10 meal!" As he got out sundrop candy and fizzycola , you already ate too many of those "Ehh- no.. thank you. But at the same time , thank you sunny"

Sunny looked curiously, "Thank you? For what friend? I didnt even start a puppet show yet!" you chuckled at his manerisms "Well. You actually helped me out , and now lets say i feel a bit calmer than before , so thank you! Didnt know animatronics could do that uh."

Sunny nodded on approval and then quickly standed up and ran up to somewhere else while you just stared... rather weirded out , you also standed up to analize the situation , ....did he just ran away? Couldnt get any quirkier than that i guess- "Boo" you heard from behind as you jumped in surprise , "OH- GOD sunny , uh , what happened?" 2 seconds later you had a.. heart shaped paper object close on your face , being handed out by Sunny

You made some space since the surprise- and looked at the object as you then took it , it says ....."¡¡¡¡Love you!!" And then some stickers and recently poured glitter on it , you tried to shake some glitter out of your hand and heard "Sorry about that friend!! just couldnt wait to show you and those were the final details!" , you were actually charmed by this , it was weird but , pretty , minimalist , even , "Where did you get this?"

"I did it myself! Well the majority , been practicing some origami since scissors are dangerous to be laying around" he chuckled rather nervous , you examined it a bit and started "Its pretty! I like it! It matches with the valentine's season"

Sunny cleared the throat he didnt even had and started shifting his legs weight to weight "Actually! I've been learning more about valentines day! , friends like you do cute stuff like cuddling and , AND! Kissing! And partner stuff, And all it takes is asking somebody to be your valentine!" He gushed over excitedly as he quickly took both of your hands on his and continued "So , will you be my valentine sunshine?"

You were a blushing mess , maybe you had to admit that you had a bit of feelings for this robot , this could be a start of something new if the management didnt mind , but who cares , screw it! , you nodded quickly as he took you into a hug and not letting go of your hands , continued rambling on things you two could do for valentines like a mini wedding , couple drawings- , maybe you werents listening but you sure were looking dreamily at your precious robot partner.

#Sun x Reader #sunnydrop x reader #sun fnaf #sunnydrop fnaf #sunnydrop #fnaf #fnaf security breach #five night at freddy's security breach #x reader #sorry if my writing style changed a bit #its been a while

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shotorozu · 3 years

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4K!! IM SO PROUD YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH MY ANGEL <33

i'd like to request tamaki caught in 4k sharing clothes with his s/o if that's okay. congrats again!! im so happy for you :')

CAUGHT IN.. 4K SHARING CLOTHES

THE 4,000 FOLLOWERS EVENT 📸 (prompts and rules can be found there)

note(s) : AAAA THANK YOU, TY TY SO MUCH ❤️‍🔥🤍‼️ also yes, this prompt with tamaki is absolute gold so— the taste 👁👁 (sorry for the delay 😔 wrote this before the event ended— so now im just posting what i had written)

it first started off simple, like most things.

it first began with a pair of octopus patterned socks— oddly enough. you just so happened to like tamaki’s ‘octo-socks’ as you’d call them. since he noticed your obvious fascination to them, he allowed you to borrow them for some time.

he didn’t see anything faulty with it, after all— they were just some socks he bought while shopping one day, a part of him choosing to disregard the paranoia of someone recognizing the familiar socks on you.

then, you guys had a fair trade of some comfy, dark gray sweats. which tamaki seemed to subconsciously seek after one gruesome, busy day outside, and when he was too tired to get his own pair.

then came the graphic t-shirts, dress shirts, and then finally— the hoodies and sweatshirts.

a part of you thinks the both of you would’ve started sharing things like hoodies and sweatshirts first, and not something like a pair of socks.

however, the socks weren’t garbage in terms of fashion sense— and besides,socks are somewhat of a secret item, maybe not intentionally secretive, but subtle. and, you’re content with that, you know how much of a timid person tamaki is.

and, you’d be better off not seeing your boyfriend bursting out into hives, because someone recognized the familiar article of clothing.

but then, there was this non-verbal agreement the two of you had. that was to only wear each other’s clothes during dates, and moments where you’re spent in each other’s dormitory rooms.

the current situation, being the first exclusion of that implicit rule.

“tama, just— wear the sweater? what’s wrong with it?” amidst the rush, you still manage to question him, even though you’re not directly looking at him. on the other half, your indigo haired boyfriend still worries.

“n-nothing’s wrong with your sweater. ‘s nice..” he stammers, mumbling the last part, as he picks up your sweater— and feels the sweater’s fabric. “it’s just.. what if someone recognizes it?” he questions reasonably.

“they won’t, they’ll be too busy doing i don’t know— planning the next class hangout?” you quickly throw on an outfit, one that’s fashionable and less than questionable— and turn to the door, “we should go,”

tamaki opens his mouth to speak, but hearing your classmates call out for more people to gather at the common room— you’re already out the door in a hurry.

he has valid concerns and worries. first of all— the sweater you threw at him was a sweater you bought online. the mini logo was reflective, and it had an intricate, unique design engraved at the hem of the sleeves. cheap, but of high quality. so, it would’ve been highly questioned, if he wore it instead of you.

reluctantly, tamaki steps outside— following your footsteps, and also trying to calm his mind.

he stands next to you in the common room, luckily not in the center of all the attention. tamaki slightly relaxes when no one speaks to him— being occupied by the meeting.

“nice sweater, tamaki!” mirio compliments, the appearance of his friend nearly startling him. despite not being in the same class, mirio still hangs around in 3-A, just for anything. “where’d you find it? the fabric.. feels fancy!”

tamaki freezes at the question. how’s he supposed to answer that? sure, he might’ve been across the room when you bought the sweater, but the precise details? he’s not sure.

he huffs, preparing his logical, implicit answer “o-online,”

the matter seems to be settled at that, but even with the lack of conversation— it feels like someone’s boring their eyes into the back of his skull. tamaki doesn’t dare to look back, not wanting to see the wondering stares.

“tamaki!” nejire’s cheerful voice snaps him out of his worry. it doesn’t fail to make him flinch, “h-hi.” he replies, nodding in acknowledgement

nejire’s eyes are sent downwards, and her curious eyes linger onto his sweater for moment, there’s something unreadable in her stare.

“i asked you about your opinion,” she grins, knowing his lack of attention, “should our class stay in for a movie this weekend? or should we go out to the mall?”

tamaki gulps, all of the attention being focused on him. he just hopes no one says anything about his sweater. “i-i don’t know? is there a split opinion?”

“half of us want to go to the mall and half of us wanted to stay here. we just need your call to settle it!” a classmate remarks encouragingly, patting tamaki on the back.

“on a side note, your sweater looks kinda familiar.” another classmate remarks, “it makes me want to go to the mall and find it.”

the comment unsettles him, and it’s not just because they probably can’t find the sweater in the mall.

“actually— yeah, where did you buy it? was it custom made? i haven’t seen that sweater anywhere!” nejire comments

he knows he should probably change the subject into something less.. probing. “i-i think we’re getting side tracked—”

“wait!” a female classmate interrupts, “i know why that sweater’s familiar now.”

you finally look at tamaki’s sweater, and his concerns suddenly make sense to you— seeing that it was the sweater you’ve bought online. you don’t know if you should feel panicked, proud, amused, or all three together.

“that’s Y/N’s sweater! i saw them wearing that same sweater a week ago!” they revealed, and the class shouts in realization— the discussion of where to go for the weekend is long gone.

“no wonder why Y/N’s socks looked so familiar, it was because they were tamaki’s” nejire practically squeals, “our friends are soooo cute! absolute goals!”

at the discovery that his friends knew about the socks exchange, tamaki’s heart beat increased— skipping a few beats in the process.

“at least we can wear each other’s clothes in public now!” you reassure lightly, pecking his cheek— which causes the class to uproar in glee yet again.

it felt like he was going to pass out, away, and ascend into the sky.

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yinses · 3 years

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blissful madness

| here he has exclusive rights to everything, including your body |

sukuna ryomen rating: 18+ —use of aphrodisiacs to alter mindsets. this is just really dirty. im so sorry to subject you to this.

a/n: not a request. just a bunch of filth with sukuna ruining you within his domain. probably going to end it with this one. this was a lot for me.

he must mix some sort of sweet aroma within the low lying miasma floating throughout his domain. the thick haze makes you feel like you’re walking on clouds the moment you step foot into his temple.

at first you think its to hide the less appealing parts of the area- tucking away the crackling bones of his conquests. it brings a laugh bubbling to your lips to liken him to a boyfriend coating his room in cologne to mask the smell of his living arrangements. but sukuna was certainly not a boy.

and by the time you realize it’s meant for something else.

well, your thoughts fade away right then and there.

the two of you had taken a final residence at his throne. your body was draped across his, writhing on a mess cum and saliva, as your lips were parted and they were greedily lapping on sukuna’s fingers. that pink muscle ran up and down those digits, cleaning off the remnants of the last orgasm. your eyes were completely shadowed a haze of agreeableness, making you lust and yearn for more for his attentions.

" ’ryo... more?"

your lips curved into an arousing smile, making the curse hums as he idly strokes your sweat drenched hair from your forehead before nodding at your request. that mouth of his, still filled your own slippery taste, pressed onto your submissively parted lips. the thin trickle of your essence trailed sloppily down your chin, splattering into a sticky mess against your chest.

sukuna chuckled, followed by a cooing sound of encouragement. his large hands rubbed against your sternum and down to palm at your breast. smeared it all over your skin and making you break from the hungry kiss to sigh wantonly at his wandering touch.

the other hand traveled lower to delve deep between your thighs and probed in a few fingers into your dripping core. a thumb teasingly rubbing circles over your clit to make you come again.

your mind seemed to nibble at the edges of thoughts, perhaps whims. sometimes a sound or broken word bubbles to your lips before its chased away with a hard tsk.

let me take care of you, kitten. don’t worry your pretty head about anything tonight.

and you decided again that its for the best. especially when it rewards you with him biting your neck with those sharp canines that leave deep imprints on your skin. your body trembles as you gasp and shudder whilst his hand worked overtime.

instinctively your legs close in on sukuna’s hands, trapping it there, and the curse raised his head to look at you with those disturbingly tantalizing eyes. and then, almost sadistically, he pulled away and watched in evident satisfaction when your body arched slightly at the loss of motion and your hands automatically flew to pull him against you.

flush. skin to skin. breasts against chest.

"mhm..’ryo..please" he heard you shamelessly beg, too desperate for another release. "please... let me come..."

"i don't feel like making you come again with only me doing all the work," he chuckled darkly, eyelashes half-lidding his scorching gaze. instead, he chose to lean back, elbow resting against the arm of the chair as he just observes. "don't you feel hungry...? you must be quite famished, don't you? being a slut must be so exhausting for you."

"hungry..." you echoed, attention zeroed in on him and only him as you slowly sat up. the weight of his hand remain temptingly near your throbbing heat. but it didn't budge.

your mind supplies the first thing you think will match his demands.

"yeah... hungry. i want to eat ryomen..."

one of the his dark eyebrows, the action pulling at near by tattoos. he chuckled amusedly, running those fingers covered in your cum against his lips as he swiped a talented tongue against one of it.

"eat me...? did you go and turn into a curse behind my back?." he mocked quietly, smirking at the way you were steadily staring at him like he was your only salvation for release. "i knew you were obsessed with me, kitten, but to disappoint humanity?- how endearing."

you make a happy sort of whiny sound, taken solely by the praise latched on to the end. you gingerly raised a rise to hover over his thighs, pressing your torso against his chest. you looked down at him with those glassy eyes, lips parting to release a sigh. your hands caught his face and you made him take a good look at you while you took your bottom lip between your teeth, biting on it in an insatiable appetite for another round.

sukuna’s low chuckles fed into your desires. "what are you going to do now...?"

"i'm going to..." you teasingly rubbed your wet core against his member and coyly smiled when sukuna hissed at your action, his hands moving to grip your hips with a bruising force. "i'm going to eat you... ‘ryo. i'll eat you up..."

the first lesson you learned from the curse was that he did not like to be teased.

he was the one who preferred playing the merciless master, taking in pleasure at how others begged and pleaded for him to help them. the hands that were grasping your hips immediately pulled you down and you cried at the surprising intrusion–"big, too–big, 'ryo!"

your thighs quaked against his sides as you struggled not to lose balance, emitting more pleasured moans as a mixture of your combined capitulation dribbles out between your legs at the forced movement.

"with this..." sukna growled, maniacal eyes glowing against your pleading ones, "you're the one who's eaten up in the end..."

"please, ryomen... please..."

"you're so dirty..." the curse allowed his lips to curl into a simpering smirk at your continuous demand, slowly pushing you against the ground as he braced himself over your body with one hand whereas the other pushed your tied wrists together over your head, restricting your movements. his pupils became thinner as he took in how helpless you looked, mouth hanging open and more than ready to say his name all over again, and he chuckled at that. "i want you to follow exactly what i tell you to do, all right?"

your body arched, trying to make him sink in deeper, but the brunet remained motionless at your teasing. a sobbed gasp echoed in the corrupted situation."any–anything..."

"good. wrap your legs around me."

you complied obediently, adding a slight wriggle of your hips to accommodate him better.

"don't do anything to throw me off my rhythm."

"n–nnh... okay..."

"don't. make. a. sound."

a large inhale. "but–"

sukuna’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "not. a. word."

you were too desperate for this. a wordless nod became your answer and you bit your lips harder to keep your mouth shut.

"and lastly... keep your eyes closed. just like that."

only he was able to witness your face shifting into an expression of more ecstasy when started a rhythm of rough thrusts. he hit that spot again, again and again. spiralling you down further into your frenzy.

then he unexpectedly stopped and watched in cruel approval when you opened your mouth to make a sound but promptly fell quiet again when you remembered his law. you bit against the meat of your tongue as sukuna shallowly pressed into your core again, making you buck against him to make him go faster, but he simply punished you with stopping altogether.

"ahn–’ryo–!"

sukuna mockingly brushed his lips against the peak of your breast. "you're a bad girl... you broke the rule..."

a flick out a tongue against it was all he needed to make you arch against him desperately.

“just what am i going to do with you, little one?”

#sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna sins #sukuna ryomen x reader #this was supposed to be nanami day gdi

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hivequest · 3 years

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Taking a Risk » Mallek Adalov/Reader

Wordcount: 2.3k words

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, stressed out reader, chillboy Mallek. TYping quirk only used when texting cause I could not be bothered lmao Originally posted on AO3

A/N: One of my favorite things that I’ve written, ever. I love Mallek and he’s for sure one of my favorite Friendsim characters. When I wrote this I was really feeling those Quarantine Woes

You didn't know what you were doing here. You felt out of place in the worst possible ways. It was a weird, squidgy feeling like stepping on wet grass. But not like the fun kind where you were running around in a sprinkler on a hot-as-balls summer day. No, this was the bad kind of wet grass that you stepped on without knowing it was wet. Why weren't you wearing shoes?

This analogy is stupid. The point is, you're feeling bummed out.

And what better way to not have to deal with that than hang out with someone you knew wouldn't push you into talking about all the ways crashing on this planet sucked! The point is, you're on your way to see Mallek. Mallek is absolutely the kind of friend who can tell when you just need to sit down and veg out. You had been so caught up in everyone else's bullshit that you weren't looking after your own damn self. So now you were doing that.

All it took was a quick text, asking Mallek if he had any company. He texted back only a moment later with a no, obviously not. You asked him if he wanted any. Not really. You ask him if you can come over anyway. Obviously.

You smiled at the palmhusk in your, well, palm. You could already feel the chill vibes of your hacker friend. Friend? Was that the right word for it? You didn't know anymore. When you first met there were definitely some sparks there. You could still feel them now and it made weird butterflies flutter around in your stomach. When you slapped his phone out of his hand and he sent you ass over applecart into the slimy depths of sewer water and he saved you, tits out and all.

You shook off the weird wistful feeling of maybe possibly crossing the friendship barrier and told him you'd walk to his hive. You'd been moping in some bookhive, not your usual hang-out spot with Tagora or Tyzias. This was some upper caste bookhive with purple bloods and some indigos and definitely not where you were welcome if the looks you were getting were any indication. They ranged from snooty to downright murderous. Yeesh.

Your phone -palmhusk, stupid troll names- beeped again. You got another text from him and those cheery fucking butterflies were back. God, you had it bad.

yeah were not doing that lmao;

im not going to let my robobuddy walk out in the sun

do you even know what time of day it =

just stay put ive already got your location ill pick you up;

And like a good little friendsimp. You park your ass on a chair and wait. You hadn't released your moping had taken up most of the night. But with the quick look around, yeah, no, this place was nearly empty by now. Just some older bluebloods trying to cram before their Ordeals and get shipped off-planet. Again: Yeesh.

You kept your ears open for the telltale sound of Mallek's limo. It was a sound you were getting used to these days. He always seemed ready to drop whatever coding shit he was working on to come to see you. You tried not to think too hard on what that might mean. No need to get your hopes up now. It's probably just your bad mood making you imagine some context where there's nothing. Yeah.

Damn, that shit hurted.

Just as you were about to add that to the reasons you were considering just screaming your lungs out who cares whose listening? you heard the wonderfully familiar sound of an approaching elongated scuttlebuggy. If that wasn't enough of a clue as to who the ride was for the quiet of the bookhive was very abruptly disturbed by a series of rhythmic beeps.

Holy shit was that the Tetris theme?

You shoved your palmhusk into your hoodie pocket and yanked the hood over your head. Even if the sun was only out a little bit you didn't want it anywhere near your freshly healed skin. You had no kind cowgirl to nurse you back to health right now if you got your asscheeks baked by the flaming death orb. You peeked your head out and even with the blinding light of Alternia's suns you could Mallek had opened the door and was waiting for you.

Aw. No, shit. You're in a bad mood don't get all heart eyes at him. Don't make it weird.

You took a few steps back into the bookhive, ready to make a run for it. You turn to a sitting indigoblood, who is just staring at you disdainfully for keeping the door open. You give her a two-fingered salute. Godspeed young cosmonaut. She gives you a one-fingered salute. Close the door you insufferable bulgebiter. Fair.

Taking a running start, you book it out into the heat of the Alternian sun and dive for the open car door. It's then that you realize he's halfway parked on the sidewalk to lessen the amount of time you'd have to spend in the sun. Aw. That also means that you came barreling like a cannonball at something that was like two feet out of the door. FUck.

Your face meets carpet and you can already feel the rugburn starting to set in. You hear a startled wheezy laugh from above you, a sound you know better than anyone else on this planet. You smile. It's not like you had any dignity to begin with.

You say hello to him as you peel yourself off of the floor of his car.

"Hey, there robobuddy. You stuck the landing this time," He smiles down at you as he reaches over you to shut the door, closing the space out from natural light and leaving you both lit by his colorful LEDs. You shrug and tell him you've been getting a lot of practice landing on your face these days. The look he gives you is still smiling but there's some level of disbelief at the dumbassery that is your whole existence.

"I know you can get yourself into it. Nothing too bad this time, though, right? No drones or broken bones?" He sounds concerned which is nice but he doesn't drown you with his concern. He leans back on the bench of his limo, keeping an eye on you as the vehicle begins to move on its own. You've been staying out of big messes but the little messes are starting to mess with you. He makes a sound of understanding the sounds as it comes from deep in his chest. Whoa. "Believe me, I've been there. Glad you're not cracking under it though."

He smiles and you can see his little fang and you can feel your heart melt a little. And also you're getting a bit teary-eyed and now Mallek looks alarmed. Shit. You try to quickly explain that you're fine, just, alien allergies am I right? He must be using some new air freshener to mask the musty smell of his limo. Since doesn't use it enough. Ha ha?

He isn't buying it.

With a rare show of cerulean prowess, he lifts you up off of the shitty car rug and sets you on the seat beside him. He feels uncomfortable and you can tell. Ah, goddammit you made it weird. You didn't mean to. Fuck. Fuck now you're feeling even worse. You thought you were starting to balance out. You're with Mallek now, shouldn't everything start to quiet down like it always does? Fuck. He doesn't say anything at first, just leans back against the seat and stretches his arms across it, letting you lean on him if you choose to.

...You choose to.

Your head finds itself somewhere between his shoulder and his collarbone, and you just. Shove your face there. Then scream.

To his credit, Mallek doesn't even flinch. He doesn't wince or shy away from you as you let out every bit of anger, sadness, and frustration out against his sweater. He just sits quietly, staring straight at the blacked-out windshield. You get the feeling he's needed to do this more than once.

Screw this planet. Screw everything about it that makes all of your friends suffer. Why can't you just get them away from all this bullshit?! Why do you have to deal with everyone's bullshit! You love them, you do but holy fuck they're looking to you like you can undo all the damage this place has done to them when you've got literally no god damn idea what's happening at any point ever!

And then, just like that, it fades into the background. Your throat hurts. Your head hurts and you think you might be crying. But it feels lighter. Better now that you've gotten some of that aggression out. You aren't like the trolls on Alternia. You can't kill people when you experience an Emotion™. But that doesn't mean you don't get pent up with rage.

Mallek realizes that now. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and his left hand slowly moves down from the back of the seat the rest against your back. His thumb brushes against your back, the claw drawing little patterns against the fabric of your sweater. His sweater. He tries not to think his sign your chest. This isn't the time.

"Feeling any better?" He asks and you don't know how to answer. You kinda don't want to. But you nod anyways, and you feel some tension leave his body. You knew he was worried about you. You apologize for making him witness your meltdown but he just makes another deep-chested hum. "Nothing to apologize for. I got the feeling you weren't feeling great. I could tell from the texts, you didn't use nearly enough ugly emojis."

You scoff and smack a hand against his chest and once again you hear that wonderful laugh from him. Hey! Your purrbeast emojis are adorable, thank you very much! And you'll not hear another word of it or else you'll send him pictures of rocks and rocks exclusively. No more memes.

"Jokes on you I'm into that shit." You laugh and thump your head against his collarbone. You thank him for being with you when were needed it. And picking you up to make sure you didn't deal with it alone. You don't want to make it weird but...yeah.

He doesn't respond this time, just letting you both enjoy the silence and the comforting sound of the engine. You should almost be at Mallek's apartment by now. It's as you're settling in for the last bit of the drive that you notice that the limo isn't moving. And hasn't been for a while. Your head pops up in confusion and the little GPS display on the back of one of the seats says... yep.

You're already at Mallek's.

But then why is the engine still on? That can't be good for the environment. Do these things even run on gas or is it bugs? Bug gas? Gross.

You notice then that the rumbling is coming from behind you. Like. From where Mallek is sitting. He doesn't look away when you turn to him, just kind of tilting his head to the side with a little bit of a cerulean hue to his cheeks. Oh. Oh, the sound is coming from him. He's purring. That's.

That's adorable.

You feel yourself soften even more when he lifts his arms, silently offering a hug if you want it. Is this platonic? Is this more? You've never had too much trouble identifying what people wanted from you. (Debatable.) If was overtly flushed you could shut it down or divert it to something very much friends only. (Like your every exchange with Zebruh.) But did you even want to do that to your hackerman? You could feel yourself screaming, no, absolutely not. But at the same time, you didn't want things to change. You didn't want to make his issues any worse than they already were. He didn't have too much longer on the planet and you knew it would tear him apart.

But then he turned those blue eyes to you. He looked just as unsure as you were but he was willing to take the risk. He shoved himself so far out of his comfort zone for you and was asking you to be selfish. To want something for yourself and do something for yourself. Not put him or anyone else's wants first. Just your own. And so you did.

You crawled up into his lap, pressed yourself as close to him as you could and clung to him. His arms didn't hesitate to wrap around you and you could feel a shuddering breath from above you.

"We don't have to put a label on this... not yet. Or ever. Either way is chill with me. I just... yeah." He gave up with a little shrug of his shoulders but you knew what he meant. Unless you could find a way to fight fate he was going to go off-world. He was going to leave you and you doubted you'd be able to go with him. You'd probably get gored by a drone for even trying.

But even if it was just for now, just for a moment, you were going to take it. You were going to let yourself have something, have someone who would care for you no matter how long or short your time was. You'd take it. You had stomached some of the most horrible things on this planet but Mallek had always been a constant. And you got the feeling he thought the same way about you.

So, you'd take it. Whatever comes next, you'd take it. You listened to the sound of his purring, in no hurry to move to get inside the apartment. Mallek felt the same.

You exhaled.

You would be okay.

#homestuck #hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #mallek adalov #friendsim #homestuck imagines #hiveswap imagines #reader insert

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fanmoose12 · 3 years

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gosh imagine if onyankopon had a marleyan-issued camera and took pics of the survey corps to document what happened in the alliance. and then after the rumbling, he gives levi his collection of hange's photos. there she was in the pictures, smiling as she held marleyan technology proudly in her hands, linking arms with the kiddos, and forcing levi to be in the photos with her. and levi just,, freezes up , , before thanking him,,, and he can almost hear hange's voice ,, IM SOBBIGNHFGG

just so you know, your ask just broke inside my house and ripped my heart out, so yeah,, thanks for the PAIN

but, omg, yes, levi takes the photos from onyakopon and he puts them all in a frames and then places them around his house

in the kitchen, on a fridge, there is a picture of hange, sasha, connie and jean from their trip to marley. sasha devours an ice-cream, connie watches in envy, while jean makes a face of disgust. and hange, hange just grins, watching the kids with a fond look

in the living room, on a coffee table, stands a photo of hange, mikasa and historia. historia and hange discuss something animatedly, while mikasa stands aside, softly gazing at them

up on a fire place levi put a photo of hange and armin, both are marvelling at some marleyan invention levi doesn't remember the name of. there is a curious spark in their eyes and a wide, excited smile on their lips. this picture warms levi better than a fire

in the hallway there is a photo of hange, jean and eren. eren and jean are glaring at each other, while hange ruffles their hair with an exasperated expression

on a wall next to a bedroom, hangs a picture of hange and onyakopon. this one was taken by armin and the photo is more than a little blurry, but hange's proud grin is still visible and it's one of levi's favorite ones

in the bedroom, next to his bed, there are two photo frames, the ones levi treasures the most. the first one is of him, hange and the kids. he and hange stand in the middle, while armin, mikasa, sasha, jean, connie and eren are behind them, with their hands around each other. everyone is smiling, except levi, of course, who wears a slightly disgruntled expression

the second picture is the only one which is exclusively of him and hange. it was taken inside hange's office, and levi remembers that day vividly. remembers how he had tried to persuade hange to take a small break, and that's when onyakopon had come in with a camera in his hands. remembers how hange lightened up at the sight of him and pulled levi closer, so onyakopon could take a picture

"just one small photo?" hange had asked of him with a hopeful smile. "pretty please?"

of course, levi couldn't say no, so he stood behind hange and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"you look just like a married couple," onyakopon teased before capturing that moment

the photo wasn't perfect, onyakopon's words ruined it. hange had a surprised and embarrassed look on her face, levi's eyes were widened almost comically but even so, it was one of his most priceless possession, the one thing that never failed in bringing a smile on his face, albeit it was a bittersweet one

he was glad he had pushed aside his stubbornness that day and agreed to take this photo. his only regret was that he didn't take more photos with hange and the others

his only regret was that he didn't spend more time with them

#levihan

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plaguedoctormemes · 3 years

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After writing some and looking around but also doing a lot of thinking, i decided im not going to post or write about “plaguecore fashion” and no longer provide any guidelines on what it takes for someone to feel like they “embody” “”plaguecore”” in a specific aesthetic lens.

I have an interesting disposition towards -core stuff and plaguecore nowadays. I feel like trying to trend-ify plaguecore and what it means to me would only serve to make it easier for people to either forget the source material or at the very least not really take into consideration what impact the bubonic plague has really done for humanity. It completely disregards how humans can learn something about themselves as an individual or at a larger scale from it whether it be from journals and artwork from the period or through scientific and historical research.

And at the core of it, the only thing trend-ifying plaguecore and defining a singular fashion would do is make people feel more isolated from the community than unify it or make people feel welcome. People that arent like me who are less interested in fashion or arent attracted to unified goth styles may not be into it. People who interpret gender and its relationship with clothing differently than I do may not be into it. Any of these people can think plague doctors or cool or want to learn about medical history. The moment that I or anyone else tries to assign a visual to plaguecore, or literally any community for that matter, immediately creates a homogenized ideal that may be impossible for most people to achieve. Even my ideal wardrobe that i would deem as “quintessential” plaguecore would likely be impossible to achieve.

And as i get older I have grown more and more tired and frustrated with social cliques and exclusive clubs. Plaguecore is interesting because it allows itself to be somewhat vague in the sense of aesthetics. Everyone I have chatted with or met through this have entirely different personalities and hobbies and skills that distinct from one another and distinct things that drew them in in the first place. Everyone looks way more different than I do underneath our leather and goggles. What do I have to gain from seeing people start to look and act and say the same things that I do? It would be extremely boring and frustrating. I dont even like hanging out with people that i perceive to be too much like me in the first place! Any plaguecore post about things or items or clothing i talk about is entirely things I have constructed out of my own habits and personality. I started using plaguecore as a means to express MYSELF and My love and appreciation of the history surrounding the doctors and romanticize and appreciate my own life and interests in a way that no other thing ever really did. It sounds extremely sappy and silly as hell, but it is true. And it was extremely comforting and helped a shit ton with my self-esteem. And I have been so happy to see people express their own spin on it. I WANT to see more people express themselves with plaguecore and a genuine love or interest in history as a diving board, not as a frame or filter.

Plaguecore can be interpreted however the fuck you want it to be interpreted. Whether it means wearing conservative clothing and leather gloves and collecting herbs and having a full detailed costume and keeping leeches or just simply loving history and thinking plague doctors are neat, thats absolutely fine. As long as you are a plague doctor that actually tries to do good, even if its hard, then fuck. You’re a plague doctor, okay? Okay!!! Thats all i care about! Go wild!

#the doctor is in #plague doctor #plague #plaguecore #long post #text #not to mention i have been trying to be more intentional with my choice of clothing and trying to be sustainable #even just by my clothes alone #i would feel guilty if i contributed to fast fashion through a -core trend that some or most people would drop #when the next shiny interesting thing comes around #aesthetic #i will be reblogging this during the day after i have slept its very late #this is MY blog and I WILL CHOOSE WHEN TO TREAT THIS LIKE AN ACTUAL BLOG

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joontier · 3 years

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Subliminal in Scrubs | V1; report ix

pairings: dr. jeon jungkook x female reader

chapter rating: NC-17 | genre: doctors! au; humor, romance

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.8k

g/n: ((unedited skfslkdf)) also,,, i will be releasing Parallel Palpitations very soon [which features this Jimin hehehehe stay tuned for that] PLUS, im very excited to release the report x AHHHHHH send me your thoughts pleaseee

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You open your new group chat first thing in the morning, wanting to check on Soomin and Jimin. Just yesterday, the two had informed you of their concerns separately, both worried over the same thing. Soomin’s mother wanted to hold a small congratulatory celebration for her daughter’s KMLE results, and her subsequent acceptance at Woocheon, so there was going to be a party exclusively for all tenants of the building at the restaurant just next to the cafe.

The two hadn’t worked out their budding acquaintance, as you had practically forced them to greet each other the last time you were at the cafe, so you thought this might be a great way to have them start over their tricky relationship.

As you’ve expected, both of them had even tried to convince you to come, in the hopes that a mutual friend could help diminish the awkward air around them. You’ve declined each of them politely, not wanting to intrude on their little get-together. Besides, (just like you hadn’t forgotten to mention to them), this was the perfect opportunity to get rid of this wall hindering their friendship (to which, both of them had also quite strongly disagreed upon).

A mere three hours after their outpour of sentiments, as you’re rewatching episodes of Dr. Romantic with Chohee, the pair drunkenly call you, requesting a video chat. You’re pretty sure not one of them is aware of what’s happening, especially with Jimin refilling his shot glass every thirty seconds; Soomin speaking gibberish, and Chohee literally teasing them through the screen of your laptop and yet none of them seem to mind a damn thing about it.

So, with hopes that each of them arrived home safely last night, you type in your text message.

‘What is this place, really?’ you mutter to yourself, slightly regretting your decision to take the subway instead of a cab. You only ride taxis for places you’re not familiar with (such is the case with today) but you didn’t want to spend twice as much solely for transportation so you took the train to the building.

Now you feel lost. You’ve just gone to the main entrance of the building, but there was scaffolding barring the entrance, and now you’re struggling to look for Entrance B with the singular tarpaulin saying “Please use Entrance B” and a faded arrow below pointing to the left. After a grueling ten minutes of asking people for directions and walking all over the place, you finally find Entrance B and hurry on your way inside.

There’s already a small crowd forming where the directions for the processing of your license is posted, and you can’t seemingly read the directions all the way down with people clearly taller than you blocking the way.

“What’s the matter? Can’t see the directions, smally?”

Your instant recognition of his voice makes you hang your head low. You figure there’s no way you can get rid of this guy anytime soon.

“Hello, Jungkook.”

Why is it that he’s always there wherever you are? He couldn’t be stalking me, could he?

Jungkook almost spits his water on the girl in front of him. Oh, so he heard your thoughts then. “Yeah, you wish, woman. I wouldn’t do that even if you had one million strapped to your neck.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Wasn’t asking for any conditions for you to do that, but thanks for letting me know your thoughts.”

“Awh, you mad, babe?” Shaking your head at him, you try to continue peering over everyone’s shoulder to check the post. “If it makes you feel any better, I would for two million though.”

You were just about to retaliate with a smart comment, but you see a girl walking towards Jungkook while twirling her hair with her newly manicured fingers. “Jungkook-oppa, you’re here!” she says, hooking her arm on his elbow.

Ah yes, it’s the same brat that kept defending Jungkook’s ass during the KMLE exam. “Why don’t you come with us? My mom works here,” her voice gets down to a whisper, but loud enough for you to hear. “If you come with us, you wouldn’t have to fall in line, then maybe we could have lunch together.

Jungkook removes her hand from his, “No thank you, I’ll just wait here.”

“With her?”

The audacity of this bitch.

“Yes, with her.” Jungkook says, not skipping a beat. “She’s...better company.” Oof, that’s gotta hurt.

You try not to show much of your currently soaring pride on your face, but you can’t help but clear your throat as a terrible disguise for a snort. The girl becomes silent after that, with most of her friends trying to control their facial expressions after Jungkook’s reply.

“Fine then, your loss,” she says with a flip of her hair, then makes her exit.

You're unsure what to do now as the girl has already left, and you’re also not sure if you’re entirely happy about being left with Jungkook now. “Why didn’t you go with her? Could’ve saved you a lot of time considering the people here.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw, as if in thought. “I don’t like cheating. I believe that there’s a different value in the reward that comes with something you worked hard for.”

You’re surprised. You really hadn’t expected this kind of quote, coming out of Jungkook out of all people, but you find yourself nodding as he speaks, quite impressed that you share the same principles.

As the crowd starts to disperse, you and Jungkook finally get your turns to take a look at the poster. “Is it often?”

“What is?”

You point a thumb backwards towards where the girl had gone to, “Having girls throw themselves at you all the time?”

“Oh that,” Jungkook chuckles, then gives you a lopsided smirk, “Yeah, that. Hadn’t realized being this hot was so tiring.” Squinting your eyes at him, it then again dawns on you that you shouldn’t even have asked him that sort of question at all.

“You know,” he says, nudging your shoulder with his, “I’m quite jealous of you really,” your brows crease together. This can’t be good. “At least you don’t experience all of that, cause you know…” he says, gesticulating his hands over his face.

He did not just insinuate that you were not...attractive at all. Huh. This bastard can wait for his license alone then.

“Goodbye, Jungkook.”

“Hang on! ________, wait! I was just messing with you,” Jungkook laughs, running after you.

The cashier is already scanning the last items on your grocery list by the time Jimin and Soomin had texted you that they were done with their licenses, and you three had agreed on meeting up by the mall’s concierge. It doesn’t take long before you all decide on having Italian for dinner, after seeing the restaurant nearest to where the concierge was.

“Wait, it took you guys only half an hour?” you exclaim, recalling how you had to endure at least more than an hour with Jungkook as you waited for your licenses to finish. Thankfully though, the latter had other errands to run so you two parted ways as soon as you got your IDs.

Jimin, always the gentleman, offers to get your group the utensils as well as a few condiments and spices you might need with your meals. “Soomin-ssi, do you know anybody else who’s going to Woocheon too?” he says, setting the silverware atop the napkins.

Soomin thanks Jimin for the thoughtful gesture, sending a small smile his way. You squeal inwardly, wanting to know what happened last night for them to interact like this. “Um, also, I’m not so sure about the others who will be attending Woocheon too...I only got a glimpse of the list, sorry.”

“Ah, no worries about that. So, how was the dinner party last night?”

The two glance at each other, seemingly communicating with their eyes. Oookay, what’s going on between these two? What exactly happened last night? If they wanted to be alone, they could’ve just said so…

“It was fun,” Jimin initiates, plastering what seems to be a painfully wide grin on his face. Soomin nods along with him as she adds more, “Honestly, I don’t remember much about last night, but I do recall Jimin calling me ‘sajangnim’ the whole night. And I told him to not call me that, but Jimin here is a stubborn man.”

“Yeah, you complained about that too last night,” you laugh, cutting your garlic bread into pieces. “Wait, what?” Jimin squints his eyes at you, “Were you there last night? How did you....”

“I’m guessing you both don’t remember calling me last night too, didn’t you?”

“We did?!” they say in unison, making your eyes go wide. “Did I do something stupid?” “Please tell me I didn’t say something I shouldn’t have?”

“Hmm, well, it was quite the conversation last night,” you tease them, wanting to see how far this can go, “plus Chohee was there too so I have another key witness.”

“What?” Jimin squeaks, lips pressing into a thin line, “what’s the key witness for?”

“That, my friend, is up to you to remember and figure out.” You give each of them a wink, before turning your attention back to your pasta.

Transferring all your groceries to one hand, you fish your keys from your purse, shaking it lightly to hear its jingle as you blindly course your fingers through your bag. As the elevator doors open, you see your neighbor down the end of the hall, trailing after a man.

Ayoung hears the elevator bell ding and turns to your direction. She excitedly points her thumb to her back, mouthing ‘new tenant’ to you. She keys in her code and lets the guy in first. The moment he’s inside, she leans by the doorframe and whispers how hot the guy actually was and how much of a lucky neighbor you were going to be.

You shake your head at her, leaving Ayoung to entertain her guest. Of course, not forgetting to pray that she manages to score you a hot man next door.

#jungkook x reader #btswritingcafe #bangtanarmynet #btsghostie #jeon jungkook #bts aus #bts fic #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook fluff

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brahmsheelshireshusband · 3 years

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🏳️‍🌈 - for the hyperfixation ask game

🏳️‍🌈 Do you have any HCs (lgbt, race, neuro etc. that are important to you?)

YES oh my goodness I do!!!

Im going with slashers (spoiler alert I will never write any slasher as being exclusively CisHet even if the content *seems* to be Heterosexual it is actually Heterosexual*

*Terms and Conditions may apply)

I HC all slashers to be bi or Pan at the very least! I haven’t delved into specifics for them yet bc most of the writing I do is self-indulgent and for Me and Me Specifically, but!!!

I do HC that Bubba Sawyer is pansexual and genderfluid! And they use she/they/he pronouns!! But he doesn’t really like. Think much about their pansexuality? Mostly because she doesn’t think that she’ll ever meet someone who will love her (all of her) so why does it matter? yes that is sad and YES I am definitely writing x readers where that is addressed bc. I love him. He deserves much love. I also HC that Bubba is autistic (yes this is blatant projection) and that she has a lot of physical/vocal stims! Like they will flap their hands and do the fluttery hand thing when excited or nervous and are almost always tapping!! Whether it’s her fingers or her feet, she taps bc she likes the repetitive noise.

personally I also HC that Brahms Heelshire is somewhere on the autism spectrum, again mostly due to me looking at him and going “ahaha, I do that!” But his need for a strict schedule to be followed and for there to be no changes to routine (or any guests, which would be Factors Outside of his Control and therefore Not Good) resonate with me a lot. I think that he thinks he’s straight, considering he’s implied to have only had lady nannies, but he’s… Not! One of these days I’ll actually publish some of my male reader stuff and y’all will see more of what I mean. I imagine he’s cis, but eventually very gender indifferent if that makes sense? I know there’s a better term for it I’m just drawing a blank at the moment. He probably has a few hang ups on how men should act (his parents are very old fashioned) but once they’re gone (and with the Reader’s encouragement), he would realize that the strict masculine/feminine dichotomy is stupid and he’s just going to act and dress how *he* likes.

The Sinclair brothers are the other slashers I really think about a lot!!!

Bo Sinclair is a repressed bisexual. He simply has That Energy. I know Louisiana men, and he is a repressed bisexual who firmly believes that he just “can appreciate the male form” or something like that. probably relates to Dean Winchester from Supernatural since the movie came out around the time the show began. I also think that deep down, he’s got some really bad issues with anxiety. And like. Bad claustrophobia. I have Many Thoughts on the Sinclair’s childhood after their parents passed, which will get revealed eventually, but it. Wasn’t good! Not for Bo, at least. I HC that he has OCD, and really gets stuck in the whole… I don’t know if it has a technical term, but I call it “cyclical thinking”. Basically, he’ll just get stuck on one thought and it’ll go around and around in his head, recycling over and over until he goes and checks on something (usually someone bc he has a lot of deep seated insecurities and regrets when it comes to his brothers) so he can put that thought to bed.

Lester Sinclair might not know what it means to be pansexual (because hey, that movie is set in Louisiana in 2005 and you just didn’t really know about that kinda stuff Back Then) but he is a giant pan man. Gender does not factor into his attraction to someone! He really just sort of assumed for most of this life that that’s how everyone felt! But when he got reunited with his brothers and started talking to Bo about this guy down at the gas station he was nursing a crush on, Bo let him know Real Quick that he needed to keep that shit on the Down Low if he didn’t want to get his ass whipped. not that Bo would hurt him! he’s just. He’s worried for his baby brother is all. Cause again. It’s Louisiana. folks around here are pretty homophobic, sadly. Especially toward men??? different rant for a different time lmao

Vincent… Vincent Sinclair gives me unlabeled vibes. He is an Artist, first and foremost, then a brother second, and that’s all he is. I think he falls in line with Bubba, in that he definitely isn’t straight but doesn’t really think about it since he knows he’ll never get a partner anyway. and while Bo is down for one night stands and quickies with strangers, Vincent Is Not. He just gives me the vibe that he’d need a lot of time to get emotionally connected to someone before he could become attracted to them romantically/sexually. And it probably doesn’t help that like, anyone who is remotely nice to him would confuse him. Is this a trick??? Is this another prank?? What’s happening. Why are you being nice. Vincent is confused. one day I’ll write some x reader stuff that’ll expand on this, or maybe just a Vincent solo thing where I pick apart his brain.

Ik these are hardly all the slashers but they’re the ones I’m currently the most hyperfixated on!!! I might come back to this later as I warm up to the other slashers more and get a better feel for their characters and my interpretations of them.

#milo answers #hyperfixation ask meme #brahms heelshire #bubba sawyer #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #bo sinclair

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