#but ended up picking rlly close colors

[sexiest-objects-tournament]

Fiber arts includes knitting, crochet, sewing, cross-stitching and embroidery. Likely more that I'm forgetting.

Gore includes vivisection, dissection, cannibalism, organs, etc.

Please share propaganda in the notes!

#tournament poll #tumblr bracket #gore #sorry if the gore thing squicks anyone out!! #i tried to make it not super realistic #but ended up picking rlly close colors #it makes ME queasy and im the one who drew it lol

[wolfiesmoon]

Hiiii! (I hope this is the place to make requests aaaaa haven’t done this in a W H I L E) but can I request pocky challenge headcanons for Floyd, Vil, and Idia? :)

Hope you’re having a great week and I love your writing :D

the way i freaked out over receiving this omg i'm so happy u like my writing😭😭😭

i love pocky challenge fics and you really fed me with the characters you chose since I have like 3467346826428 vil and idia drafts i can't get into rn. also we already know how my brain is rotting over floyd the eel boy at the moment

ALSO ALSO ALSO you aren't dating yet in these!! you're still just friends (but not for long😈)

(@kairiscorner i borrowed ur idea of picking out what flavour would fit them to add a little spice, I hope u don't mind!)

☾⋆⁺₊ Floyd Leech + Pocky Colorful

he gets really excited when you pull out the box of pockies 😆i mean, sharing food with you????? that's, like, the third best thing he can do with you!

and these pockies look rlly funny too, what does "colorful" even taste like? He's kinda in a mood to find out 😌

and gets even MORE excited when you mention the challenge!!!!

I mean, kissing AND sharing food with you?! he calls that a win for sure 😤😤😤😤

you're rlly surprised at how casual he is about it considering you just challenged him to try and kiss you essentially

but okay, i guess it is kinda Floydcore to just casually agree to a pocky game with no blushing or getting flustered (i suppose this means he likes you back??? what a mystery he is...)

you laugh to yourself at the silly grin on his face as u pull out a pocky and place one end into your mouth, leaning towards him to let him take the other end

he does so and you close your eyes, feeling kinda giddy all of a sudden

but you can still feel his downturned peepers staring a hole into you, curious to see every facial movement and reaction you may have👁️👁️

he must be really excited then!! (even if you feel extremely unsettled rn)

you slowly bite down on the stick, getting nervous. you can definitely hear him crunching on it too...

you can feel his breath, your noses bump for a moment and you think "THIS IS IT THIS IS IT THIS IS IT"

but then you hear a *snap* and the pocky falls out of your mouth... what just happened?

"I bit into it a bit too hard..." You open your eyes to see Floyd pouting like a toddler who was told he can't have candy

"It's okay, we can do it again!" you take out another pocky stick, placing the end in your mouth and looking at him expectantly

must be hard having such sharp teeth sometimes💔

"Now I don't feel like it anymore." Floyd huffed, getting up and walking away💀

That little... you still love him anyway tho🤷🏻

☾⋆⁺₊ Vil Schoenheit + Apple Yogurt Pocky

initially, he'd refuse since pockies are sweets and he needs to watch his sugar if he wants to keep his model figure and his clear skin

but he supposes sugar is nice to enjoy every once in a while (especially if he gets to share it with you)

but THEN you ask him if he's ever heard of the pocky challenge before😈

"I have heard of it in passing but I don't know what is actually is, why?" he raises an eyebrow, recalling some comments from his fans talking about it after the Pocky commercial he was in

"Becauuuuse, I think you should do it with me." you blink at him innocently before going on to explain the rules and seeing his eyes widen 😌

"So, what you're saying is... If neither of us back out, we kiss?"

WAIT WHAT

You actually expected him to turn you down immediately and chew you out for even making the suggestion since you're just friends but this certainly took a turn for the better

"Precisely." you smirked

"Just so you know, I'm not one to back out once I set my mind onto something." he smirked back at you, taking out a pocky stick from the box and placing it in front of your mouth for you to bite onto

the stick slowly begins to get smaller as your lips inch closer to his and you grip the couch you're currently sat on nervously

You take another bite and suddenly feel his lips on yours🤭

SUCCESS! SUCCESS! SUCCE-

"Oh? This is an interesting flavour~"

wait... you recognise that voice😨

"ROOK?!" the two of you separated and yelled at the same time, then turned your heads to see Rook casually enjoying your Pocky beside you

"Did you both enjoy the flavour as well?" Rook smiled innocently at you, taking out another one from the box

Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling something under his breath while you just sat there in shock🧍🏻

☾⋆⁺₊ Idia Shroud + Sakura Pocky

being the candy enjoyer that he is, he would never turn down free pocky (especially not his favourite... which speaking of, how did you know that one is his favourite?)

(ortho supplied you with that information)

however, his smile dropped when you started talking about the challenge all of a sudden

and he became all red instead🤭

"You got all that?" you asked, waving the pocky stick in front of his face with an innocent smile

"D-Do I- Do I...."

babe, he cannot form a sentence right now, much less process anything you just told him. you cannot POSSIBLY expect him to give you a clear answer right now🙄

"Oh, do you not wanna do it? That's fine." you get up, ready to leave (you're doing this on purpose, manipulation is key😈)

but no, seriously, you weren't going to make him do anything he was uncomfortable with, and you kinda expected a reaction like this anyways😭

"N-No, No, I want to..." he grabs onto your sleeve awkwardly, literally shaking from embarrasment

you're actually kinda worried, will he even survive till the whole kiss part?

No time like the present to find out, you suppose

you place the pocky in your mouth, waiting for him to bite into the other end. he does and immediately screws his eyes shut, WAAAY too embarrased to look at you

the distance between the two of you slowly closes but when there's just a bit of the pocky stick left he lets go and immediately runs away, hair slightly red at the ends😫

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god...." he whispers to himself over and over, thinking about how he almost kissed you just now

atleast he got to eat his favourite flavour...????

"Did it fail?" Ortho came out of his hiding spot and you nodded, pouting slighly☹️

"That's plan G crossed off the list. You wrote down '7 minutes in heaven' for plan H. Though I do not know what that is, I will assist you in any way I can."

#˗ˏˋ ★ ♡ 「Wolfie’s other works」 ♡ ★ ˎˊ˗ #pink heart dividers by cafekitsune!!!!! #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst x mc #twst x you #twst x y/n #floyd leech x yuu #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech x y/n #floyd x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #vil x reader #vil x yuu #vil schoenheit x yuu #idia shroud x yuu #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #idia x yuu

[midnightmayhem13]

Can I go where you go?

you and the ladies first date! be gay and enjoy🩶

carol danvers:

carols old fashioned but it's cute. she wants to impress you so she dresses up buys you flowers and sprays her most expensive perfume. she also flies you to you're destination. she picks you up and says "ready to go pretty girl?" with a wink and a extended hand. you two go to a drive in movie theater and watch the stars on a cliff side together when she feels you shiver due to the cool breeze she takes her leather jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders putting her arm around you in the process and planting a kiss on your hairline. you can't help but blush and stare at your lap as you lean your head on her shoulder and rub hearts on her chest. the moon is glistening and both of you wouldn't rather do anything else as you both think "i love you"

darcy lewis:

you and darcy have a blast on your first date. you two have a picnic and nature walk in the forest. you pick her up at 7 with some of the most beautiful crème/white colored roses and the most adorable grin. you two lock arms as you walk to the car and open the passenger door for her. you said you wanted to suprise her so when she turns around and sees a basket with a soft blanket in the back seat she stares at you with eyes full of adoration. when you get there you start walking to find the perfect spot once you do you lay the blanket down and take her favorite meal on of the basket along w coffee and her favorite wine. her jaw drops and she watched as you gingerly lay everything out. the dinner was amazing and so much flirting nd giggles happened. at the end you two laid down do watch the stars w her cuddled on you side and you're hands around her waist

sharon carter:

sharon only got the best for her girl so not only her asking you out was extravagant but the date was even more then you could ever ask for. she took you to a high end restaurant and got a secluded area with roses and the most beautiful beach side view and in stead of being across from each you to where right next to eachother. there was romantic music playing softly in the background and candles lit everywhere. the server first brought out a glass of your fav wine and dropped you menus off. it was a beautiful time and sharon let her guard down around you. she was such a flirt she had her hand on her thigh almost the entire time and you two even held eachothers hand. she drives you home and walks you ti your door and leaves w a warm hug nd u kiss her cheek and thank her

nebula:

after nebula confessed to you, she didn't know where yo go from there. so you took the lead and asked her to go out w you. she hesitantly agreed. with the help of gamora you set up the perfect date and convinced her to actually go. it's not that she didn't like you, love just wasn't her forte. all the guardians decided to leave you alone bc they all shipped you guys. you set up a fuzzy blankets and candles and watched the stars. nebula wasn't one to talk to much so there was a comfortable silence, you had never been so close to her. you two sat shoulder to shoulder and she eventually let you hold her hand and lean ur head on her shoulder. when you felt her hand grip yours tighter and her head on yours you couldn't help but blush and smile to yourself. you eventually fell asleep and she stared at you lovingly wondering what she did to deserve someone as beautiful as you

maria hill:

she definitely has a motorcycle and went to go pick you up in it. first she takes you to the cutest and calmest cafe. you to get drinks and pastries and ride to a beach (i rlly like beaches😭) you to sit watching the sunset while finishing your drinks, starting light conversation. after a while in the perfect sun lit moment you to begin to slow dance in the ocean. there's no music but you to move to the sound of the wave. there's no people on the beach, just you two. both of you stare into eachothers eyes lovingly and when the sun has gone down and there's only the light of the moon to illuminate you two, she dips you and kisses you sweetly

kate bishop

as wealthy as kate is, your first date isn't super extravagant, but it's perfect. she picks you up and you two walk around the city and find the best pizza. you get that and lucky also tagged along. you to carry the pizza along w a few other snacks you to find a quiet spot in the park and sit eat and then play fetch with lucky. you two end up cuddling after lucky tackled both of you to the floor and he laid in both of your laps. not wanting to wake him up you both sit there laughing watching some kind of firework show. as your distracted kate turns and sees how close you are to her she admires you as you turn ur head to meet her gaze "h-hi" she smiles and says nervously "hi katie" you giggle back. "we should do this again" "definitely" you said as you kiss her cheek and lean further into her

kinda tan outta ideas but i hope you enjoyed!🩶

#carol danvers x reader #darcy lewis x reader #sharon carter x reader #nebula x reader #maria hill x reader #kate bishop x reader #wlw #marvel imagine #marvel x reader

[lucluvr]

I’LL BE GOOD, I PROMISE ... ! (ZHONGLI) 

# synopsis...! – the war has ended, peace has returned to liyue harbor. morax finally has a day off to enjoy. he wakes up besides his partner and he can’t help but touch them

# contains … ?! - explicitly nsfw ! creampies, gn!reader, afab anatomy is used in here, a little bit of fluff, degradation, praise, use of petnames: doll, darling, sweetheart, you call zhongli “my lord”, begging, oral (f!receiving), dirty talk, dumbification, aftercare !! 

notes ... ?! - lowercase is intentional btw !! 

# word count… -  3k

# a/n !! - hi ~~ okay so ik i said i have a kaeya fic planned, which i do dw dw !! i have an old ao3 fic sitting in my doc, so i decided why not post it bcos tbh i rlly love it. im a big dumbification lover so yeah... anyways please enjoy and stay safe :D 

zhongli is a man of many secrets, but these secrets will unfold in the future. as of now, he's just simply morax who basks in your warmth in the early mornings. he snuck out of bed, grabbing a robe, tying the ribbon around his waste, swiftly and tightly. he quietly brews himself a cup of tea, and one for you. he allows it to cool down on the bedside table, softly tucking himself back under the covers.

he rouses you from your sleep with quiet shushes being made to pull you back. but his small comfortings go to waste, as you scrunch your eyes, slowly opening them. the golden rays being shielded by the light colored curtains made your eyes sting. blinking, twice, now thrice, you finally are able to open your eyes. you're greeted by a very happy morax. his tattoos are even glowing. 

"well good morning, my love," he smiles softly, moving your hair out of your face. he changed your spot from when you fell asleep. before your arms were draped over his shoulder, his head on your chest. now it seems that the tables have turned. his smile is soft, yet too wide. he's known to be cheeky, especially at times like this. you look away from his eyes, dragging them down to his arms. they're adorned with fingernails marks and his tattoos. if you squint, you can see they shine ever so slightly in the early morning light. 

"good morning," you clear your throat. he chuckles softly, feeling the vibrations oh his laugh. he leans down, kissing the crown of your head, turning on his side to face you. the robe falls off his shoulder slightly, revealing more of his arms and collarbone. seeing the sight, draws your attention to his neck and chest. they're painted with marks of you. the sight makes your stomach fill with butterflies and your cheeks are flushed.

xiansheng is anything but dumb. he clearly understands every expression you make, the ever so slight tilts of your lips, the fastening pace of your breathing, and the redness all over you cheeks and ears. he coos at the sight, pulling you closer with an arm wrapped around your waist. 

"did you sleep well?" he asks, gently grasping your hand, kissing every knuckle. he makes his way down your wrist, gently massaging it as an apology. the sight of him so close and his lips latched onto your wrist makes you look away. 

"yes, very. are you going out of town again today?" you ask him, a slight whine in your voice. he picks up on it, slightly raising his eyebrow. he understands your need last night, but again? it amuses him no less and adds to the cards he can put down to make you tremble. 

"no, not today. im free today, besides a meeting, but that's in the afternoon. the war has ended, yet they all seem to drag it along even further. especially that barbatos boy. he's a pain in my ass," morax grumbles, shifting his focus to your other wrist. you chuckle at the sight of seeing such a short man piss of a giant like rex lapis. 

"be careful, he can hear you," you wink at him, releasing a small laugh from the man. you slowly pulls you even closer, your arms now draped over his shoulders. he pulls you in for a kiss, a quick one. he makes his way down your jaw, neck, chest. he lays you down gently, his lips attached to your chest, darkening and making new marks. 

his thumb runs over your ribs, holding you in place softly. the feeling of him latching onto you makes you want to squirm, but he never allows that. 

"stay still," he mumbles into the crook of your neck. he slowly pulls away, laying himself on his stomach between your legs. his hands grabs onto one of your thighs, slowly lifting it over his shoulder. he softly bites into the softness of your thighs, but his other hand keeps you in place. all you can really do in this moment in whine his name and pray that he gives you what you want, but then again, he likes to be the one in control.

he stares up at you, his eyes dilating as the sight of you. he understands how needy you are, really he does. he's been with you for years, taken you day after day, but you never fail to surprise him as to how needy you can get. he's a man who likes to take his time, relax after a hard days work, but you can't. after being apart for so long after long, excruciating days, you want nothing more than to please the man you love. he finds it adorable as to how much he can get you to beg.

"my lord…please hurry," you shuffle slightly. your face is plastered in the pillow, embarrassed beyond belief. he takes pleasure in seeing you so shaky and needy. there's been a few times he's want to see you cry, yet he can't do that to you no matter how pretty you look like that. yet, his demeaning words aren't a subject of guilt.

"you did so well yesterday, being patient and still, why can't you be like that now? i've morphed you into such a needy thing." he hums has he purposely puffs out air along your thighs. he pauses for a moment to take in the sight above him. he admires your flushed out features, pretty body, everything about you. his heart swells. he's so in love. despite his absolute love and adoration for you, that doesn't mean you can get away with being so disobedient without a slap on the wrist. "i ought to stop spoiling you so much, hm? maybe leave you high and dry for a day or so," you whine into the pillow, rutting your hips towards him, pleading with him. he rubs your hip with his thumb in soothing circles, but keeps a firm grip holding you in place.

"i can't take anymore, please…" as said before, all you can do is whine and beg him. you squirming around though isn't helping your clause. 

"if you stay still, then yes, i'll be very happy to help you, my darling. you just need to stay put okay?" he sucks on the flesh of your inner thigh. his other hand spreads your legs further apart, slipping his pointer finger in. you shiver at the intrusion. he continues to nip at your thighs, making no effort to move his finger. he taps your hip, sinking his finger in deeper. he crooks his finger upwards.

"darling, come now, i can't do all the work for you, can i?" you shake your head. he smiles into your skin, "you know what to do" the words roll off his tongue, and your hips practically move on their own. your hand grips onto his shoulder, tugging him closer. 

"my lord, please, just help me" you thrust on his fingers a little harder. he hums, occupying himself with your thighs. he refuses to even acknowledge your requests until you've come on his fingers all by yourself. he'll assist you with his finger, but he will not move. 

"please im so tired, my legs hurt" it's true, your knees slightly ache after being over his shoulders for so long. it's manageable, but he doesn't need to know that. yet, he does. he insists you're just fine and continues his fascination with your thighs. his hand that was perched on your hip makes its way up to your chest. he nimble fingers pinch and roll your nipples, feeling the peeks harden in between his fingers. you arch your back up, more wanton moan flowing out of your mouth. 

slowly you feel him dip another finger inside you, stretching you out. he moves his fingers in a scissoring motion. you can't take his antagonizing teasing. he wont help you at all. poor thing…

"you're so incompetent. i ask of you to do one thing and all you do is moan and complain about hard it is. can you really not do it? i don't remember you being so selfish…you disappoint me, darling" he clicks his tongue, retreating from your body. your head shoots up, clawing at his robe, pulling him back to your body. you can't disappoint him. no, no... he falls with his back against the headboard, you splayed out on his lap, thighs either side of his. his hands find purchase at your hips again, the thin material of your nightdress hiding nothing from his eyes.his pupils shrink, becoming diamonds. his eyebrow quirks up, surprised by your actions.

"oh? what's this?" he grips your body tighter, pulling you even closer. in the process the drags your bare cunt on his clothed thigh. you jump slightly. a smug smile spreads across his face. you clutch onto his chest, rocking your hips back and forth. you have to prove to him you can do it. it's just so hard. it's just that he does it so well. he makes your brain all fuzzy and you feel so good with him. he's able to find all of your most sensitive spots, he praises you so well. every time he touches you, you can't help but melt into his touch. you want him to touch you again, properly. you did so well yesterday, why can't you do that again? you wrap your arms around his broad shoulder, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

"my lord, please," you drag your words on. he simply hums, petting your head. "i promise i'll be good, please don't leave," you pause, gasping for air. pressure builds up in your stomach, making you curl into the man's body. you start to move your hips more erratically and with much more force. "i'll be so good for you, i promise, i promise, i promise" your furrow your brows, promising him your obedience. 

he's used to hearing such mantras from you and from others. obedience is something a god expects, especially one as powerful as him. he understands it can be difficult to help yourself, especially like this, but he sees how quickly you cum. he doesn't understand why you can't do it on your own. he underestimates his effect on your body, the hold he has on your mind. he makes you hot and bothered anytime he leans down slightly to whisper something in your ear. it could be something as innocent as informing you as to whom you must keep the best appearances in front of, or who he does not like. the feelings of his large hands taking purchases on your waist, and the feeling of his breath on your oh-so-sensitive-neck, can get anyone flustered. 

"i won't disappoint you, i promise. i'm so good, all for you, my lord, please see that," your voice strains and you arch into him. you just need a little push. you're so close. his hand migrate from your hip, to your clit. his calloused fingers rubbing circles onto the swollen nub hard. that was the little push you needed. you grip onto him, biting into his fair skin, eliciting a small groan out of him. he sees your muscles tighten, pride swelling in him. he knew you could do it. he hums, satisfied at his handiwork. he lays you in front of him on your back, thighs parted and laid over his. he parts your lips, taking a look at your hole. 

he slips his fingers in again, his thumb finding it's rightful place on your clit. you twitch, your mind still hazy from cumming. you clutch onto his wrist, shaking your head. no, no, no. you open your eyes slightly, looking at him, your face flushed. he picks you up, repositioning you with your head on the pillows. you again find him between your legs, but this time he dives in. his lips latch onto your clit and he sucks. you gasp and twitch in his hold. he pulls back, pulling off the ribbon his robe, tying your wrists together, then to the bedpost. he goes back to eating you out like a mad man.

this time you really are helpless. you can't do anything but allow him to flick his tongue over your clit as much as pleases, allow his fingers to abuse your hole, creaming over his face and wrist as much as pleases. he is a god, after all. what they want will come true. if he intends to keep you here for hours, then he will. 

he  pulls you to the edge numerous times, but refuses to let you cum. he deems you ready to take him. your mind is foggy. all you know is that he stopped his abuse on your cunt. the cold air hits your body, making you twitch. your legs twitch from his ministrations, your thighs are slick with your own cum, his saliva and wetness. you let out a weak moan of his name. he smiles slightly, cupping your face in his hand. he knows your long gone, but your body is aware it's him. you melt into his hand. he presses a kiss against your forehead before sticking his fingers into your mouth. your body already knows what to do. you lick his fingers and slightly bite his fingertips. he pulls them away.

he slowly strokes his cock at the sight below him. your bangs are sticking to your forehead, legs trembling around his hips, tears treading down your pretty face. his hand grips your jaw, parting your lips apart. your tongue lolls out, your pretty head thinking he's going to make you suck his fingers again. instead he spits right into your mouth and you swallow. you let out a little moan after realizing what he had done. he lets out a toothy grin, patting your cheek. 

he wraps his fist around his cock again, positioning himself. he rubs the head against your clit a few times, gathering up your slick. he pushes in slowly, watching your face contort as every inch sinks in between your thighs.

"my lord," you breath, rutting your hips up to meet his. he leans down, grasping onto your thighs, throwing it over his shoulder. he thrusts even deeper, your bodies chest to chest. you whine and moan at the feeling as he nips under your jaw, on your neck. he kisses your pretty lips. he's glad he can make you feel so carefree. he's happy he can make you feel this good. he feels you tighten around him, understanding you're going to cum again. you repeat his name like a mantra along with, "can't, stop, no" but he knows you can. you've done it so many times, you can do it again.

"you're okay pretty thing, i've got you, sweetheart. you can cum again" he talks into your skin, his thumb once again finding purchase on your clit. he rubs and rubs until your mind shatters. you feel yourself clench around him, all of this pressure is at its climax and you let go, cumming all over him. you squirt over his lower abdomen, your thighs, his cock, everywhere. it's a mess, but morax doesn't seem to care. in fact, he's infatuated. he wants to see it again. he rubs your clit even faster, not minding the cute protests spilling out of your mouth and thrusts even harder. 

he lifts your thigh higher. you throw your head back. at this rate, you don't know if you can cum again, but you want it. you need to be good for him. you have to cum, you have to. the seemingly familiar pressure builds up in your stomach again. morax's thrusts seem to get less and less rhythmic. he's close and knows you are too. 

"come on, doll. you're gonna come with me right?" he buries his face in your neck, decorating your neck in red and purple bruises. you nod, you nod at every request of his. you're so good, so good for him. what morax wants, he gets. especially from you. he pushes down on your stomach, thumb flicking at your clit harshly. he's thrusting without any other thought in mind other than he must cum in you. it'd be a crime if he didn't do this. he sucks in a large breath of air and exhales immediately as he feels you clench around his length and cum all over his cock. that pushes him over the edge and he spills his cum all inside you. he kisses your neck, lips, eyes, cheeks, jaw, chest everywhere over and over again.

your body feels limp, you're warm, your limbs hurt. he pulls out. you can feel the weight of the bed shift. he cleans himself and you up. you unties your wrists, kissing the red marks all over them. he pulls you back onto his lap, and lets you lay limp against him as you come back to him. he whispers sweet nothings in your ears. he praises you and your obedience. he kisses the crown of your head and lays you back down besides his body. he reaches over for his tea on the nightstand, but it seems to have gone cold. no matter, he can brew a new one later. he's tired. 

you peer up at his through your lashes. he neatens your hair, pats your head, and then sinks back into bed. morax thinks he should tell his other adepti to take over his work more often. he believes it's important for married couples to enjoy intimate times together. he's even more adamant about it because it's you. it's you who he gets to do things with. it's you he gets to kiss, to hold, you laugh with, to call his partner. it's you, it's always been you. 

#zhongli #zhongli genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #zhongli smut #zhongli x reader #zhongli x gn!reader #zhongli reader insert #genshin reader insert #genshin x reader #genshin morax #rex lapis #zhongli insert smut #zhongli x reader smut #jax.slutera

[hotcat37]

Käärijä songs personified (pt.2)

Some more Kä songs with made up character traits :3 Maybe I should do the same for JO songs these are fun

Huhhahhei: -a hopeless romantic, pulls out roses from thin air -he always wears the leather coat and a Captain's hat -self proclaimed captain of his love boat (no one knows what boat he is referring to) -his date ideas include fishing, going to amusement parks and having sex -looks intimidating but he's actually very sweet and always in a good mood

Kiertävä Sirkus: -uses self deprecating humor to cope -will not flex about his money because he's broke as hell -there's a lot going on inside but he struggles to put his feelings into words so he'll resort to making monkey noises if he's feeling flustered -has very colorful makeup and clothes on, he'll always stand out -has a love/hate relationship with performing but you can rip that microphone from his cold dead hands

Paidaton Riehuja: -very body positive, he encourages anyone to take off their shirts like the shirtless guru he is -often seen walking around with a yellow plastic guitar, a weapon or an instrument? No one knows -I actually rlly like the idea of Paidaton!Käärijä specifically being trans, so he's transmasc with top surgery scars :3 -has tried taking up going to the gym several times but always ends up giving up -a bit of a himbo but he's got the spirit

Fantastista: -he looks like the Fantastista album cover (yes, he's literally black&white) -he's the youngest of the Kä's, even younger than Mic Mac Käärijä -very stubborn and determined to get his way, ends most demands with "It's a threat👺" -as bratty as he is, he's also quite thoughtful and always makes sure to keep things quiet for the neighbors past 22:00 -quite reckless, constantly has to be dragged out of mosh pits and fights

Menestynyt yksilö: -very bitter about the past, he gets caught up on all the time he's lost -he may be a bit depressing but conversations with him are real as fuck and he gives excellent life advice -has a big soft spot for dogs and would like to get one some day -very pessimistic about the future, especially once he's had a few drinks in him -honestly just needs a hug

Auto Jää: -absolutely insufferable, do not pair him with Urheilujätkä!Käärijä or you have two over energetic men that will cause chaos -always wears the black/pink ski jacket -he's quite childish but also very responsible, will fuck you up if you even consider drunk driving -give this man a bottle of champagne and everything will be flooded within seconds -just happy to be here

Viulunkieli: -one of the few Kä's that isn't completely broke, gets a reasonable paycheck -he's quite sensitive to people's moods and gets nervous when he picks up on tension -very close with Välikuolema!Käärijä, they get along well -his plans to have a fun night out usually don't go so well 😅 -keeps talking about this mysterious figure called Kari, no one has seen the man before

Rock Rock: -very self confident, is always talking abt how much he loves his mom -has some kind of fascination with construction cranes -very bouncy and is often hopping all over the place -he exagarates his own success but, well, as long as he's happy.... -prone to babbling and talking really fast

Online: -is very openly anti social media -however the reason he's so vocal about not being in online spaces is because he can get addicted very easily so he tries to keep himself from falling back into internet addiction by talking smack about it -communicates mostly through written letters and maybe if you're lucky you can have the number to his landline phone -is the least pale of the Käärijä's, actually goes on proper vacations -he uses a Polaroid camera if he wants to take pictures somewhere

Nou Roblem: -bro has sunglasses on at all times to disguise the European gay porn sadness in his eyes -"I don't have a problem haha" (guy who has a lot of problems) -rides a moped around -is often hungry, pls feed the man -consequences always come back to bite him in the ass no matter how much he tries to play it cool

#Käärijä #This reads like those Undertale AUs where everyone gets obsessed with the amount of Sanses there are lol #Käärijä personified #For fun teehee #Tag yourself I'm Huhhahhei

[hexhomos]

i rlly want to write longer fics but i can never get past the first 1k words no matter what 😶 how TF do you write up to 30,000+???? pkease im DYING

This is a question I often battle with myself and it's one without an universal answer, imo. I can offer you advice that has worked for me, but you'll have to administer it following your own habits!

I’m putting this post under a readmore because it ended up being fairly long. (Tips, resources, links and book recs below cut)

In the throes of intensive fixation, I managed to write Catafalque's 32k in about ~2 months. But I think it's important to be clear here: 2 months of active, every day writing, even when I was feeling kind of meh about it, and I had already spent the previous November thinking about a lot of the themes / scenes / structure of the fic before I got to the writing part itself. I was also helped plenty by the fact that the fic is borrowing time locked events from Arcane's canon, and I knew exactly how things would play out for these characters ahead of time, meaning, I could explore alternate possibilities without a lot of stuff bogging me down. Readers would know what I was talking about by implication! I can just go on and on about feelings and abstract concepts and it's fine!

Compare it to my latest fic though (’Meat gets caught’) which sits at a hefty 6k, but also took… about 2 months of flubbing in the backburner, LOL. The Idealization period for this fic was considerably larger for a Way Smaller Output, since I was juggling characters people are mostly unfamiliar with, events they had no baseline for, and establishing a set character dynamic that is clear to me, but not to others, all in very a short allocation of paragraphs.

Now here's what I mean by the above: There is no standard speed to writing, and you should be aware that the process Will Be Different from author to author *and* project to project. It is a fallacy to believe success follows only one mold.

Ideally, you should stop thinking about big numbers altogether. Focus on the NOW. You want to finish a story you think might be kinda long, but you lose steam when trying to write aaaaaall that bullshit? ok then here's tip number 1 --

1) Just write 300 words a day. Every day. Make it a hardset goal, and avoid skipping this daily exercise as much as possible.

300 words a day for 30 days = 9000 words, easy. The objective here is giving you a task that can be completed without a daily headache. Maybe your minimum can be 200 words, if you prefer - so long as you write them. Pick a frequent or comfortable timeslot to do it, and make this a routine. Focus on finishing scenes, finishing a chapter, finishing whatever section you're already on. Keep going until you reach the end of your story.

You can edit it tomorrow, or when you're closer to completion. (I do a lot of fiddling with my words! I'll often edit my stories dozens of times, more if you're counting section rewrites or re-arranging paragraphs. Editing is your friend. Wait a little bit to see where you've messed up though. Fresh text is tricky.)

The good thing about setting this bar low, is that if you can only write your minimum of the day, that's perfectly fine. Close the doc and let it rest. But just the act of starting and working on the thing by itself is a surprisingly potent battery - there's days where i find a good rhythm for things and end up hammering a whole 1k, since my hands are already on the keyboard.

Tip #2, following on the footsteps of the above:

2) Use a different font color for each day. Make your progress actually *visible* while you're composing the document.

This can be as simple as alternating between black and dark blue to keep it non-distracting. (You can use other, crazier colors if you're into it though!) It's immediately rewarding to be able to scroll back through what I've already written and see that organic growth - days I wrote little, days I wrote a lot, how the text is still changing and being affected by what i do. I have an issue with abstract goals, I *like* being able to see how much progress I've made, and it gets me hyped to pinch in a little more.

3) EDITING IS YOUR FRIEND.

first drafts look and read like gummed up garbage. You should give imperfections a license to exist.

That's ideal! Don't be discouraged. Trust that you can come back and fix things when you have a better grasp of the whole piece. You can always edit it later. Remember: Polishing your text with time is not a bug - it's a feature.

4) BE FUCKING INDULGENT.

Writing is an inherently embarrassing act. This is self explanatory. Now, since you’re already there, just make the most of it.

If you’re really on the path towards a long con of a plot, make sure to sprinkle in gifts for yourself. Write about something you enjoy. Put in details that make you laugh. Make your characters go on your own big wubbyland adventure. ‘writing for an audience’ instead of for yourself can quickly kill the enjoyment (and drive) of anything.

5) Lost or confused? Think of your INTENT, FORM, and STRUCTURE.

I can't remember the last thing I wrote without an outline to guide me as the months wore on. I think it is deeply important to write down somewhere accessible, somewhere you can look back on:

What is the intent of this story? What am I trying to say?

This is a little cheat just for yourself, so you stay on topic. And you can broaden that question with a few more qualifiers if you like:

What is the sequence of events? What *themes* am I trying to convey? What are the major beats/ scenes/ actions taken? Can you break it down into a clean list of bullet points, one for each step of the story? that might help you a LOT. More than you'd think. If you find that helps you - make it a checklist. Make every little turn of the story into a micro goal that can be reached through narrative, and go ticking off the boxes until you’ve covered the whole thing.

You can even make this into a dedicated planning document by itself, put your themes, keywords, and bullet point outline all in one place. So when you're in the process of writing and your mind goes a little blank, all the refreshing elements are saved up nicely somewhere. Feel free to cheat.

...So that's INTENT and FORM -- what about STRUCTURE?

Mary Robinette Kowal did this great explainer on the structure of short stories and how to plan them, and the ideas she introduces here can be used to write fiction of *any* length. I highly recommend giving it a listen. If you're not used to thinking about story structure, this can be very clarifying! And if that's already something you worry about, the formula she provides is a great starting point to baking your own sourdough.

Structure is a broad subject depending on the specifics of your fiction, and this is where we begin to run into things like ‘Genre’ and ‘Point of View’ and the rubric stretches really wide.

When in doubt about structure (and genre), my rule of thumb is always:

1) Find something similar to what I’m trying to do

(what are things similar to this? what are the most popular examples of this? how were these things written, to express those ideas?)

2) Read up to see how they do it

(separate the stories into their barest components - how are the events presented? How is style used? How are characters developed -- what pushes characters into developing? What are the recurring themes? What connects this fiction into a cohesive, recognizable whole?)

3) Try to apply whatever notes I took from above ^^^^ into my own project

This might be obvious, but ‘questioning my story’ or ‘questioning my characters’ is usually how I begin developing all of my writing. You might be more attracted to another method! (and that’s okay) but this is the stuff I can offer.

More vaguely useful resources on structure/plotting or literary theory;

Ellen Brock’s (Novel Editor) Advanced Story Structure series

‘Monkeys with Typewriters’ by Scarlett Thomas (book)

‘Steering The Craft’ by Ursula K. Le Guin (book)

‘Story Genius’ by Lisa Cron (book)

If you read through *just* the intro of some of those you’ll notice that they all have very different takes on these topics (and some may even contradict the others,) which is what I think makes for the best path to self-discovery. Explore different stuff, test it out, throw it away if it doesn’t work etc. And while I can’t post direct links here lets just say these are all. ummmm. Very Findable in the internet! Get an epub reader. Highlight a bit.

now that structure is over and done with, let’s move onto my last tip:

6) Seriously reconsider the size of your story.

A lot of people really don’t like being told this, but someone has to do it.

You’ll notice that a lot of my above advice (and resources,) errs on the side of assuming you want to write something at least as long as a 200-300 page novel. I can’t really blame them, since that’s just the state of the industry and ‘what sells’, and these ideas are so prominent they have transferred to nonprofit hobby spaces to the point people tend to think that bigger IS better -- but consider, maybe it isn’t.

Maybe the story you’re trying to tell can be condensed into a 15k word oneshot.

Maybe you can *actually* get it done if it’s a collection of important character-related scenes split into 3 chapters, instead of a whopping 50.

Maybe the concept eluding you thus far can become stronger if you let go of the preconception that it needs to be a drawn-out epic, and just write it as a potent roller-coaster ride that ends before the hour is up.

I’m not saying you need to undo all the work you’ve already done - but consider the whole! Making the scope of your writing smaller works on your favor. Unless you have a natural knack for it, I really, really wouldn’t recommend making your first serious attempt at longform writing a 100,000 word behemoth. ‘Done’, as a goal, is immediately more achievable than ‘Perfect’!

You can get a lot of mileage out of short stories and oneshots, and it can be more satisfying for you, as a writer, to complete whole projects in a realistic timeframe.

anyway. Maybe this will help you, or maybe it won’t. But in any case: I wish you the best of luck in this journey and I hope you can find what works best for you!!!

#hexposts #meta tag #i guess #resources #writing resources

[beej-hunnicutt]

First drawing of 2024‼️ 🥳

This coloring/drawing style is just ripped from like one of my favorite Courtney's (wuntrum on here) drawings!! I didn't at ALL come close to capturing it. Need to either draw smaller or have my brushes bigger. And tbf I don't think I picked the best time to try it outfit wise. But oh well, I still really liked how this turned out, regardless!!

I really tried to let myself stay loose, even a little wonky (though her nose is still a lil too wonky, I may tweak it lol)! And I am really happy with it!!

Here's the Courtney art!!!!! Genuinely SOOOOOOOOOO good, would love to try again sometime because I just love the style SO much.

This is like hashtag nonspons, BUT genuinely, if you use procreate and feel a little stumped with detailing, I HIGHLY recommend getting courtney's procreate brush pack if you have a couple of bucks!!!!!!!!! I didn't even use procreate like ever, it's been on my iPad since 9th grade and just never used it until August of 2023.

I was using CSP when I made the official switch from my drawing tablet to my iPad after my surgery, but kept getting stumped when it came to detailing. I just couldn't get it to flow well with my process. But then I decided to buy their brushes and give procreate another try and honestly it rlly clicked!!! Since August, everything with color has been done on procreate with only their brushes!!!!!!!

I still use medibang to sketch, as it's the best for me!! I hate actually drawing on procreate (doesn't feel good to me, can never find the right brush and what not), if I do sketch it's veryyy loose there (minus one Donnie sketch!). But it had been still a lot of work trying to get use to fully detailing and whatnot again, but now it's fun!! And I genuinely feel excited and satisfied with some of the work I am able to produce!!

I really hope this year I can continue to work and play and use textures to my advantage and explore it. But as you see, I always end up keeping it flat, I don't know why sksksksk

#m.a. #a #but rlly i am not kidding when i say im in a mary kick babes!! sksksksksks

[shipwreck-letters]

hii!!!! so i've been thinking recently (which is rlly rare) what if ur oc finch was the monster trapped in the house and casimir was the paranormal renevator? i thought it was clever bc finch could be like a bird-monster lol. anyways i hope u have a great day/evening <333

God I LOVE this idea so much <3 More under the cut, I have a tendency to ramble on and on about these things. I also haven't checked thoroughly for typos, so apologies if you see any mistakes!

“Your name is Finch…And you're..."

"Don't even say it."

"It's just sort of ironic that-"

-Finch is the one that's stuck in the house, and has been desperately miserable as the house fell into decline. 

-Casimir comes from southern France to the old house along the rural woods, having had a long day and he just wants to check out the new place before leaving. 

-(OH WHAT IF THIS TAKES PLACE IN THE 1700s THOUGH???) 

-In any case, Casimir still takes a lot of pride in his appearance, and dresses like that (caveats, waistcoat, embroidery) because he's still from old money, but at least uses some of that privilege to help others. 

-Casimir doesn't even meet Finch at the door; It opens for him and he peeks in, hearing only whistling and echoes from curtains. When he almost trips on a shredded box, and some more junk, he knows it's gonna be a long night. Too long, in fact. He’ll write a note for the resident, and come back tomorrow.

-He turns to leave, because it's too damn dark to fall into a pothole, when he hears them. 

-HarpyFinchHarpyFinchHarpyFinch-

-The years and grief have morphed them. Now their wings are ruffled and dirty, making them appear much larger. Their hands (connected to their wings) end in claws, and their talons are nothing to play around with. 

-"Who are you supposed to be?"

-They're perched on a railing, staring from above with wide eyes. Neither of them move. "Oh, not real." They suddenly say, starting to move. "Just a shadow."

-"What?" Casimir asks- It's the only thing he can say. "What do you mean? You called for me, did you not?"

-What comes next is Finch being so startled to hear someone speak that they promptly fall off the railing, going straight to the floor in a mess of wings and limbs. They scramble back from Casimir, moving through light long enough that he can see more of their color. 

-Casimir has dealt with a lot of things, but never a physical monster before. But he wants to try, at least. 

-In this AU, I think Finch was here just short of their first transformation; They tried to clean the house, and there's a few rooms (like two or three) that they try to keep clean, but there's so much happening in the background. The house naturally fell into decline, and so did Finch.

-Finch has no idea how to go about their transformation(s). They haven't really slept well in years. They teeter from anger to immense sadness, and it’s exhausting. They've tried so hard to keep things from falling apart, but there's been no one to help. It's like depression, but on a huge scale with a side of monster.

-When they first meet, Finch is not the way I'd usually write them. They've been alone for however long it's been- And Finch does not do good in solitude.

-They're curious, though, and so is Casimir. And that's enough to form a budding relationship, at least to work on the house together. 

-Casimir finds all sorts of things that are varying levels of usefulness and junk, and Finch watches very closely everytime he picks something up. 

-"Is there something on my face?" Casimir finally asks, and Finch blinks, their face warm.

"Your nose. Your eyes. That's on your face."

"...Hilarious. You're staring at me, Finch."

Finch gestures at an old oil lamp. "What is that?"

"You've never seen an oil lamp?"

"I've never seen any of this before. This place...It's nothing like my home. We lived close to the earth. I could hear rain when it fell. I could feel the sun when it rose. I can't feel any of that here. I don't know where I am."

-Casimir has to take a minute to process all of that. "Where...Did you live?"

-I like the idea that Finch was from Indigenous America, and Casimir is from rural France.

-There's no word for America for Finch. The keeping of time isn’t like AD or BC, so housework is put aside for a moment until Casimir and Finch can reach a base together. 

-"So..." Casimir takes a deep breath, his mind still reeling. "Based on what you've told me. You have been here a very long time. These things were made after you were trapped here."

"How long has it been, then?" Finch asks quietly. Casimir can only guess. "250, it seems. It could be more. That's 250 Summers, Winters, give or take."

Finch's feathers sink and go still this time, as they process what that means. 

"250...Years. How many days is that?"

"Ah-" Casimir has to do the math. "Um...Well-" (If he has a phone, he's gonna use it) "That's...90,000 days."

"Oh. I see..." Finch takes a shaky deep breath. "Thank you for telling me." 

-At least in Casimir's story, he focuses on the technology of MC's phone and life. But I think Finch would immediately mourn for their family, their life. There's no way they can't. They used to see them everyday, and now they're all...Gone. 

-Casimir notices them slipping away, and he quickly fumbles for something to show them. “Take a look at this!”

-He presents them a music box. It’s dusty, but Casimir knows a few tricks to get it working, long enough for Finch to hear it and be delighted by it. 

-Casimir can see a possibility to work towards, and he's definitely not expecting the first transformation of the House itself. Both him and Finch jump when the floor ripples, and Finch screeches at the movement.

-It's the foyer like it was before, and Finch is a little overstimulated by the amount of lights that suddenly illuminate the room, and they can't help but stare directly at the bulbs.

-"Why did you do this?" Finch finally asks. "Why did you come here? And help me? No one's been here, but you just appeared."

-"Well, this is my job. If it wasn't you, the House itself must have called me here. I help places like this, and people like you. Although it was mostly...Well, the point is; If it's alright with you, I'd like to see what other rooms we can fix."

-Finch blinks, taking a step back. "But I...I have nothing to give you.”

-Now normally Casimir would ask other noble people for a hefty price; He had to learn how to clean up, and they still don't, so they can clean up their bank account by giving it to him. 

-"I don’t mind staying longer. You are the first person who doesn't leave me with a headache, so if it's alright with you..."

-Overtime, Finch would gradually break through to show the side of them that is most familiar; They're still loving and bright, but there's also an implication that this isn't the same Finch Vestri. 

-They're overall quieter, sleepier, and weary. The roles are reversed, too, so Casimir would be more inclined to guide and pull Finch back from the darkness. 

-I also have another AU where Finch is a moth monster! It was based on an idea I saw that the MC also becomes a resident of the House, and so I designed that form after playing Hollow Knight too many times.

I was going to use that form, but I think Harpy Finch is a really fun idea! It fits better in this theme, and I like the idea that Finch had like a Brother Bear transformation through their actions, or inactions. That’s for another time, though, this is already super long!

-Someone stop me, I have like three AUs for Finch and Casimir- 

#abzu's writing #taptrialmegamix #fictif monster manor #roleswap au #monster!au finch #ocs;finch

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What up I haven't watched any sunny for like 3 months so my mind is a perfectly smooth blank slate - what seasons/eps are you poking around at most rn, I'll go watch them too :)

!!!! OOO yes ok i have a few eps ive been specifically fixated on esp since s15 came out...

i have been dissecting "The Gang Tries Desperately to Win an Award" and "Gets Quarantined" because they really reflect the writing of season 15 and I think its probs intentional.. mostly the way the gang describes 'playing the game' in the Award ep with the bright lights, fun colors, and funny banter... reflects the visual/surface-level aesthetics and writing of s15 and the subtext of Gets Quarantined (I wrote up an essay on this but forgot to post it so hopefully ill get around to that soon LOL) is very useful when reading s15! so I've been rlly into those eps ... I ESP RECCOMEND COMPARING THE ENDINGS OF "GETS QUARANTINED" AND THE S15 FINALE IF U WANT.. the whole thing abt 'creating a visual harmony' and how the gang does exactly that w audio/visuals at the end of Gets Quarantined and how they Very Much Do Not attain harmony at the end of s15 despite the framing making it seem that way at first glance is just so... so good. mwah.

but also s3 as a whole i have been rlly into the past few months! it's just so great cuz I think s3 perfectly captures most of who these characters are at their core, obv not EXACTLY cuz they were always hiding shit but its so so close... esp when u watch s3 then jump to like s15 u can see so clearly the kind of ppl they're PRETENDING to be in later seasons compared to who they really are in earlier seasons... but also how frank is basically the opposite cuz while the younger half of the gang builds up their facades over the years, frank's facade fades away!!!

and ive also been rlly diving into s13 lately... like oh my god there's so much to that season that I feel like I never see anyone rlly talk abt?? like.. i think its just a time thing. like an episode from season 7 is gonna be a lot more beloved than an ep from s13 by default I think cuz we've just had more Time with it... but man s13 has some rlly good depth in a lot of places. also I just have a good tolerance for 'bad writing' ig so I don't care </3

and lastly ive been obsessed with 'Mops Twice' !!! I've been trying to rlly get a good reading done on that ep... currently, I'm rlly fixated on the ep's use of the color red and esp how its used on the lips of both female characters?? wondering if its sort of a play on the concept of a 'red herring' esp since the color red was used in that kind of way in The Sixth Sense which mac n charlie make a big deal over in s5... idk I just feel like that's another instance where newer seasons don't get as deep analysis but there's a lot there to pick apart!! (my main theory is charlie is an extremely unreliable narrator who makes himself out to be the underdog/hero/victim in a similar fashion to how the narrative of Fight Club can be read... n he makes everyone else out to be the villains in very stereotypical ways complimenting noir tropes.. like deetress being the sorta femme fatales.. macdennis being queercoded villains... idk there's just a lot LOL)

TL;DR... "The Gang Tries Desperately to Win an Award" & "Gets Quarantined" from S9, Seasons 3 & 13, and "Mops Twice" from S14 have been my main focuses as of late!

#im srry this is probs incoherent. im too lost in the sauce w this show truly

[y0un1ce]

3:43am

Regrettably Drunk

Modern au; Venti x Fem!Oc (Miriam) (Can be read as x reader or x y/n idc)

Cw; Drinking, Unrequited but maybe Requited love, Fluff to Angst/No comfort, cursing, oh and also implied xiaoven but not rlly official but lingering feelinsg between them that wont appear here.

Note; I haven't written in a long time and its kinda shitty. This is also not read proof bc it is clearly 3am

—

Its about 1:50 am. It's clearly midnight now with the dark sky covering the world and its splattered stars in the sky kissing its smallest light on to the ground. Down below there are miriads of houses and with one of it having loud booming yet muffled music and closer look there are crowds of people all ages and gender there- except literal children obviously- and just a blocks away from the house there could be seen a silver colored car parked on the side of the road.

And that certain silver car has our two destined people who start this story. With a close look inside, there are two people sitting at the back of the car, the smaller of the two, Venti, had black hair with two braids on the side of his face showing a visible gradient of teal hair dye and his outfit, a white collar shirt popping up underneath the teal sweater and loose black pants with one having a loose thread and ending with a pair of teal converses. And who is visibly holding a bottle of what seems to be a wine bottle at the tips of two of his fingers that was barely holding on whilst laying the back of his body to someone whos trying to remove the bottle.

Now the taller of the two, Miriam, had her hazel hair put up as a bun with several strands of the front of her hair fell and her outfit being an orange wrap shirt with bell sleeves showing beautifully sewed light orange flower designs clearing showing her stomach and a small view of her top half and paring with a black pencil skirt with a few flowers sewed onto trim of the pockets and ending with some parker boots that had few scratches on the bottom of the boots. And who is trying to stop the small man ontop of her from drinking too much and who is also practically vibrating inside on how close they are too each other.

"He-hey! I, uh I promise I won't drink too muuuch" Venti whined to Miriam clearly trying to take another sip from the said drinkable wine bottle. "Venti we've been over this—! Hey! I saw that- your dumb charms wont work on me" Venti trying to persuade Miriam into giving back the bottle by giving her a quick kissnon the cheek that tends to work in his favour. "Come oooon, please, please, hic pretty pleeeeeeease? I hic really do promise to noooo-t! Drink evah againn- just please on mworhe sip!" Venti drunkly ended his sentence with a pop before again trying to take the bottle back before he visibly felt Miriam behind his back move forward to put the bottle under the front passengers seat.

"H-ey!" "Venti please I'm trying to hel—! Hey stop that and listen! Im trying to help you with this drinking problem, and also that shits not gonna work on me again now!" Miriam was internally and externally exhausted with Venti being drunk and the partying too much taking effect even tho she was fully sober. If you were to put a peeved exhausted Miriam next to an apple there wouldnt be a difference. After a few seconds of silence from Venti, Miriam was getting worried considering she never had experienced a quiet Venti before. "You know.. you're really pretty hic like a freshly picked rose, ehe, that's so clicheee" Venti confided to Miriam, his head laying on her chest had been moved as well his body to be straightened a little with a slight slouch and his head turned to her with a slight tilt to it and with a dumb smirk with droopy eyes that were a bit red eyed.

What "What?" Miriam craved for an answer to what the hell did he intend with that unexpected sentence. Miriam wasnt blushing from peeved exhaustion anymore, she was now blushing with the blood rushing to her face from that really flattering comment from her supposed friend and was she going crazy or was her heart spiking weirdly and her breathe hitching a little. "Eheh— come oooon- I can just shee-shay it to youu! You ar-are hic reallyyy reallyyyy! Prettyy.." Venti specified, his body wasnt turned slightly anymore but now the front of his body was facing her now with his arms interlocked at the back of her head and his knee was ontop in the middle of her legs and the other at the lazily on the bottom. Miriam was practically melting on the inside feeling the pit of lava that is called infatuation growing hotter and hotter in her she felt so bashful and embarrassed from this out of nowhere sort of confession from the guy she liked for a year.

"That's- uhm- That's re-really flattering Venti—" Miriam was cut off her sentence by the sudden movement of Venti's arms sliding suspiciously farther until her eyes looked back from the floor to him seeing him much closer to him than before with the back of his slightly arched. "You- you look hic much prettier like this.." Venti quietly settled, now mesmerized by each freckle on her face they were like the stars to him. Miriam felt her heart spike greatly and felt a twinge of fear and some kind of anticipating from how close they were if venti just slowly slid his arms farther then theyre lips would meet- oh god now all she's gonna think is about Venti's lips now! But then again this isnt the first time thinking about his lips.

"He-hey Miriam.." "Yeah?"

There was a couple beats of silence until Venti hazily looked up at Miriam with doopy dreamy look on his face that made him look too ethereal and what he said next made Miriam's anticipating heart burst.

"Can I.. kiss you?"

Miriam's heart felt like it had escaped it's shell and was jumping in joy with fireworks bursting out of every cell in her body to make her feel ecstasy but she remembered that she's still in the moment of his question and hadnt answer yet. "Yes! I me- mean, yes you- uh can.." Miriam bashfully answered, now there was a pause of silence between them. Venti removed one of his arms behind miriams neck and slide it onto the side of Miriams face cupping her cheek, making Miriam anticipate again until both of their eyelids flutter down and have their lip meet by the softest and warmest impact onto one another. The kiss to Miriam was practically what she imagined back then even now and it was still that relaxing and yet exciting feeling to well- feel.

The kiss lasted for a few seconds and yet those lasting seconds to Miriam left her a flustered yet loving look when her eyelids hazily opened back still trying to catch that last moment of what was left lf his lips. "Eheh.. I guess I can deduct that hic you are a good kisser.. Xiao.." Venti Drunkily mused. Venti turned back to his first position with his back facing Miriam and going take a hazily nap ontop of her. Miriam felt her ecstatic heart fall back to its cocoon and she felt so fucking stupid, what was she thinking, no what the fucking was she even thinking in the first place that someone like Venti would like her back, it was so fucking stupid to hope or even dream for it. And to think that even for a moment that maybe just maybe Venti couldve like her back, what did Xiao have that she didnt, thinking now alot of things Xiao could do better that stupid fucking Miriam.

"I love you Venti, I hope one day that your future lover would have the courage to say it too." Miriam softly spoke now accepting and to also smile softly with a single tear letting go like this infatuation with Venti. It's 2:00am now.

Her heart felt so fucking painful, she obviously notice her vision going hazy from the tears building up on her eyelids she didnt care now that her cheeks were streamed with wet and felt like lava tears to her. She was so hopeful, but no, the fucking world decided to give her a good kick and decided that the guy she loved loved to be paired with the most incomparable best person for him to be with its so fucking unfair. Miriam looked down at Venti who snores softly with his head at her chest, she couldn't help but move a braid of his hair behind his hair just to look at his face one more time before it all changes to the way it was.

#genshin #genshin impact #venti #venti x oc #venti x you #venti x reader #venti angst #xiaoven is also metioned #idk i felt really sad #genshin impact angst #no comfort #genshin modern au #modern au #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin oc

[lavenderpop]

Hihihi!! Your ocs are hella cute (absolutely adore their designs and ur art style!!), and I see ur open to questions abt ur aus so 👀👀👀

Tell me abt your ocs and the AUs they're apart of :0? Ik ur prev posts have some stuff abt them, so tell some stuff that ya haven't said yet :D

Ik that's not rlly a question but hey, a prompt to dump more info abt ur little lads either way XD

thank you so much! 😊💜

trying to figure about which of my ocs to talk about is so hard for some reason lol

these are my Hamato teens for the Fate of the Flowers au! during the main storyline (which would line up with the start of the canon series) Blossom is 12, Valentine is 14, Artemisia is 16, Charlotte is 13, and Moxie is 19!

⚠️CW: mentions of some sibling angst, and underage drug use (weed)

🌸 Blossom 🌸

a lot of her quirks and personality traits are based off of me when i was a kid! i actually didn’t plan on that at first, but i’m starting to lean into it more.

she definitely was obsessed with Warrior Cats at some point, her and Mikey drew pictures of everyone’s catsona.

while Raph is her favorite sibling, Donnie is definitely a very close second. before AND after he made her translation necklace. she enjoys listening to him talk and ramble about the things he makes.

she loves plants! she has a lot in her room that are all fake tho 🥺 (Moxie allows her to fill their house with plants since she can’t have real ones)

💕 Valentine 💕

she’s practically another Leo: goofy, unserious, and has the most godawful humor ever. her and Leo laugh at each others jokes all the time, everyone else hates it.

a true fashionista, loves all kinds of clothes and styles! she loves dressing up and even dressing her siblings up, her favorite model is Mikey because he enjoys dressing up as well and is very carefree when it comes to most styles.

Val is not a quiet person, she’s loud and obnoxious and isn’t afraid to speak what’s on her mind. so if she is quiet? one of two things is going on: 1.) someone is getting the stare down of a life time, i’m talking could-bury-you-six-feet-down type of glare. or 2.) she’s really REALLY sad. it doesn’t happen often, but there are sometimes where she’s just unexplainably sad.

lovingly bites her siblings 💕 nothing weird or too hard, but she just… NEEDS to chew on something. usually it’s Raph that lets her nom on his arm like a chew toy bc he has the toughest skin, but sometimes Temi allows it. (Donnie tried making a chew stim toy for her but she ended up shredding it after a day)

🦉 Artemisia 🦉

Temi is cool, calm, and collected. it takes a lot to startle or faze her in anyway. think of past variations of Leo.

i chose silver as her color bc i read that silver is one of the colors that the goddess Artemis likes! which is also why her marks look like moons.

she spends most of her time meditating, mainly for practice but also bc that’s how she gets her visions! it’s important that she has a vision every other week otherwise she’ll start getting migraines and even bouts of vertigo.

like Donnie, she doesn’t enjoy physical touch. most of the time it makes her skin feel like it’s burning but occasionally she’ll get really cuddly and everybody takes advantage of this time to get as much physical touch in as possible. (sometimes she feels really bad about it, but everyone assured her that there’s nothing wrong with it)

🦈 Charlotte 🦈

when given the choice to pick out her own mask color, she wasn’t sure which one to pick because she didn’t exactly have a favorite color. she ended up choosing a dark red because it reminds her of Raph and she always wants to remember what he did for her.

Raph picked out her name, she didn’t exactly have one beforehand so everyone was trying to think of a suitable name for her and he came up with Charlotte because it means “free man”. it ended up making her cry tears of joy.

she’s actually quite shy at first and extremely unsure of herself, it makes her frustrated because she feels like she was robbed of a childhood with her siblings and watching them interact makes it worse. (she knows it’s not their fault, but it doesn’t make it any less painful)

she does not get along with Mikey, plain and simple. she doesn’t hate him or anything like that, but he does help out Draxum to get his life together and it makes her… mildly uncomfortable (and slightly annoyed, but she won’t ever tell anyone that). you know that episode where they all come over with the promise of having dinner with April’s mom but it’s actually Draxum? yeah, she was there for that. she took one look at his face and left immediately, even after Mikey asked her to stay. it was too painful.

👾 Moxie 👾

they are a grumpy, angsty bitch. honestly comes across as really harsh and mean to everyone but the turtles (they’ve all dealt with Donnie their whole lives, they aren’t deterred)

their birth mother is actually a bakeneko yokai who met Lou Jitsu while she was working for Big Mama, making them half yokai. (i’m actually planning on writing something on how this gets revealed and who exactly her mom is)

despite acting like they don’t like the turtles, each of them are welcome in their house at any hour. they truly care about them a lot but would rather eat hot iron nails than admit that <3

80% of the time, they are high as shit. the only time they aren’t is when they’re working (ie. streaming, hacker tasks, situations that need their upmost focus) or if they head over to the lair. they surprisingly don’t want the turtles to know about their weed usage.

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #tmnt oc #rottmnt oc #tmnt au #rottmnt au #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt

[singeryuri]

Hi friend! I was just curious if it would be alright to make moodboards or icons relating to your selfships?

I wouldn't want to overstep or misinterpret so if there ARE some (or all) you're comfortable with being made into icons/edits, what themes would you like in the edits?

OHHH MY GOODNESS I WOULD LOVE THIS ?? I'd be happy with any of my selfships uh.. The themes would rlly depend on the ship however !! But generally lovey stuff in the character/self insert colors would b sweet :3 Vague ideas and aesthetics and vibes for a few under the cut jic I ramble

BloodDust (Tomura and Kaoru): White and red, light blue and red, royalty, devotion (especially on Kaoru's end towards Tomura). For whatever it's worth, Kaoru is head over heels and horrendously devoted to him and he loves her a lot and she's the person he trusts the most and is closest to, even when the League is still kinda rocky and less close.

ShizuVee (Shizuku and Vee): Blue and black, blue and purple, Vee's aesthetics are.. vaguely gothic lolita? which obviously contrasts to Shizuku's light, yet still frilly, blue idol aesthetic.

SilvEmu (Emu and Silviu): Black/green and pink, sour candies, Silviu's aesthetic is quite cybergoth (gotta draw them sometime just trust for now) which again contrast to Emu's whole ~vibes~

AmaTrie (Amahiko and Dmitrie): Purple and red, roses, I don't know what else to put here so ykw emojis to get my point across ❤️🏩🎆🌹🟣🍒🌆🍷🪻💌💄💜💋 does that work for vibes that's all I can think of and I'm mainly going off of colors Whatever they're silly and gay and oh so complicated and I need them to kiss already

And yeahhhhhh I don't know what else to say to help out w vibes sadly. Uwah. Esp for ships I haven't posted abt um </3 But I would ADORE any and all kinds of gifts literally anytime of any of my ships or f/os. Whatever whenever I will pick you up and hug you and spin you around and scream with happiness !!!

#[💌] mailbox #user; anonymous #idont know if any of this will help all my selfship vibes r literally just. vibes. it's so hard to actually put stuff into words fhdjdjdj #i might make a pinterest board w different sections for my different ships. that sounds fun and useful

[omeno]

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#i love dark themes so much but i think i'll fuck around w a lighter one tmrw. i suck at picking colors tho #which is like so fucking ironic bc i have been doing colorings as a hobby for like four years & want to be a colorist lmao #im rambly today #i was working on the q ww & im uwu #was working out the like layout & visual part of it #and like i changed my app color palette to see how it looked & yeah it sparked something in my brain #didnt realize i was bored and wanted a change until i did that #anyway #ill figure it out tomorrow #its almost 12am i gotta take my meds lolololol #unrelated but i have been lightly drinking all day and its poggers i missed being tipsy #the only downside to being a hermit is that you dont rlly get an excuse to get black out drunk that isnt like sad as fuck #miss getting drunk w frewnds #dont miss those times or the people necessarily just the shenanigans & the feelings of it #one time we were supposed to go to a club but instead ended up going to a bar until it closed #then fucked around in the streets until 6am (when we were getting picked up) while it was raining. it was such a nice night #i hold it dear to my heart #i also miss getting high but thats more of an itch im trying to feed yknow #spent a whole week h.gh last year & it felt way too fucking good for it to be healthy and sustainable #already trying not to succumb to cigs lmao i have! problems #im still looking for a way to healthy cope but im so eager to decay #and the way that decay deforms me into my worst nightmares just make it all worse #anyway this got fucking dark real quick #apparently i had things in my mind #im reaching tag limits so im gonna wrap this one up ayup if you are reading this why #long tags #tbd #o.txt #tw substances

[tranzfalgar]

okay it’s time for some stardew valley headcanons for the bachelor/ette(s) so let’s GOOOO

Alex:

- he always awakes before his grandparents, and on warmer days he’ll go down to the beach to watch the sunrise.

- friends with elliot! the two of them sit on the side of the dock sometimes and just chat about life.

- knows how to make cookies, as evelyn taught him when he was a bit younger

- wary of the saloon, as he doesn’t really like the smell of alcohol and only goes into it if he’s forced to!

- if you marry him, he can and will pick you up randomly to surprise you while you’re working!

- if married, he will “bench press” your kids once they become toddlers, and it always makes them giggle

- hates the winter and gets cold really easily. on the first day of fall he’s already bundled up wanting it to be summer again.

Elliot:

- willy is like a father to him. the two of them sit on the docks and watch the fish swim by together

- sometimes he’ll braid his hair, and leah will bring flowers from the forest and weave them into his hair.

- has a rlly pretty singing voice, and likes to record piano covers in his spare time

- if you marry him and the two of u have kids, he’ll always braid their hair in the morning and tuck flowers behind their ears.

- he brings home fresh fish he caught and makes himself dinner every night. that’s why he’s an excellent cook.

- has actually caught a legendary fish before!

- his eyes change color, they can go from blue to green to brown in the same day. people call them the “prismatic shard of eyes”

Harvey:

- he’s so clumsy that sometimes he’ll even trip over air. due to this, he has little bruises all over his knees and elbows.

- his favorite animals are birds. sometimes he’ll go outside and just give them some bird seed. he loves watching them fly around.

- not only is he fascinated with planes, but he’s also fascinated with the weather. as a kid he used to watch the weather channel, and he dreamed of becoming a weatherman.

- when he needs to focus really hard, he’ll pull his hair back with a headband

- him and his mother were and still are very close, and he writes letters to her at least once a week

- he cannot cook to save his life, but he’s an incredible baker! will make you little treats if you’re friends or married

- he always wears a wristwatch, but the time is always 6 minutes behind. he likes it because it has a plane engraved into the side against his wrist.

Sam:

- he had adhd, and his stims include flapping his hands, tapping his foot and strumming his guitar

- he has a beautiful singing voice, think like wilbur soot but a bit more high pitched?

- the reason he likes cactus fruit so much is because he just plants them and lets them grow. he loves succulents because they don’t give him an allergic reaction!

- cannot play video games for shit. sebastian and abigail have banned him from multi-player games because he just sucks so bad.

- love language is acts of service, simply because he likes singing for people he cares about and doing little things for them!

- if you marry him, he will bring his guitar into the coop and/or barn and sing to the animals. they have learned to run over a greet him, since they love his singing.

- his hair is actually curly, but you’re unable to tell due to how much he gels and straightens his hair.

- has mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes

Sebastian:

- loves the hell out of halloween, but is scared of literally everything. he nearly cried watching a horror movie with sam and abigail.

- really good with a slingshot! so if he were to go into the mines, he would wreck some monsters shit with his slingshot skills

- he had glow in the dark stars on his ceiling, but removed them. he used to love the stars and space, but came to resent them because it was his sisters thing.

- he like…irl blushes. like an anime character. when he’s embarrassed, upset, flustered, his face will go all pink. everyone picks on him for it.

- has/had a crush on most of the towns singles. he is a bisexual disaster and secretly a romantic so….take from that what you will.

- a natural born ginger, but dyes his hair. he also has freckles on his nose! and he has an eyebrow slit because of a scar!!

- for some stupid reason, he takes really good care of his hands? like he always makes sure they don’t get calloused, and his nails are always painted black, despite using his hands all the time for work.

Shane:

- he cannot cook. he burned pasta noodles because he didn’t know you had to put water in the pan.

- he still has a chicken plushie from when he was a baby, and it still sits on his bed. and if he cuddles with it at night? no one needs to know.

- has a huge birthmark on his side shaped like a heart

- really good at mixology, so i think that when joja gets shut down, shane works at the saloon and makes the drinks while gus cooks. he adds a whole new section on the menu!

- friends with sebastian. they paint each other’s nails from time to time, or sit in the rain together and just talk.

- kinda strong as hell? he lifts boxes in joja for work, as well as carrying around jas, so i’m assuming he could just….pick the farmer and his friends up?

- he has the most contagious laugh, it used to be a rare sound, but now that it’s a pretty common occurrence, shane makes people laugh all the time with his own laugh.

Abigail:

- buff. she is buff as hell. her and alex work out together sometimes, since she expressed a desire for adventure. she has picked up sam and sebastian with no warning and thrown them into the ocean

- can talk to animals due to her being the daughter of the wizard! so sometimes she’ll go to marnies farm and just chat with the cows or something

- if she sees a tree, she WILL climb it. she loves it so much, it’s just so adrenaline inducing for her.

- her and sebastian tried to go into the mines before but sam stopped them because it wouldn’t have been very safe. they were all 14.

- trying to learn to play the ukulele with a little help from sam. it’s frustrating, but she really likes the sound of it, and she’s determined as hell.

- absolutely cracked at any and all video games he plays. mario kart? she will kick your ass. animal crossing? her island has 5 stars. pokémon? she always wins. you can’t stop her, she’s too powerful.

- she has glasses, but prefers contacts, since glasses would get in the way of her adventuring.

Emily:

- not only can she sew, but she also makes her own soaps and candles! any form of creation she adores.

- loves flowers, and has a lot of little potted ones in her room. she raises them, gives them little names and personalities, and then brings them to sandy and tells her all about each flower

- she can roller skate, and it’s her preferred method of transportation. she can do a bunch of fun tricks as well!

- has an eyebrow slit

- making cute little baskets of homemade gifts is her favorite thing to do for her friends. sometimes she’ll just leave them on their doorsteps for no reason other than she wants to!

- can SPRINT in heels. like even 6 inch heels she can just RUN and it scares everyone who sees it.

- she loves the sounds of birds chirping in the morning, and she’s able to identify the name of the bird by its chirping and calls

Haley:

- is able to perfectly crack and drink from coconuts. that’s why she loves them so much.

- has the worst sense of direction. she’s lucky she lives in a small town, or she’d get lost all the time

- the spring is her favorite time of year, simply because she loves to capture life coming back in those spring months. baby animals, blooming flowers, her friends on the beach or just chilling in the sun, all of it

- her most prized possession is the very first picture her and emily took as kids on their parents polaroid. it’s taped to her mirror

- has a little beauty mark under her lip, but it normally isn’t visible due to being covered with makeup!

- she’s able to do her own nails! this is because she is ambidextrous, yet she doesn’t know, because it’s never been brought up

- she fucking LOVES learning about and identifying plants, trees and flowers. she knows so many it’s crazy. she has a great memory.

Leah:

- resident true crime enthusiast and ghost hunter. she drags elliot with her around town to go hunting for ghosts. they also watch documentaries together!

- has a bunch of little scars on her hands from her artwork

- to get inspiration for works, she’ll go on walks at different times of the day, different seasons, different routes, and she’ll turn each walk into a work of art. depending on all the environment and those who she runs into, each piece is vastly different.

- animals love her, and will sometimes just follow her around for no reason. she doesn’t mind at all, she kinda loves it.

- friends with emily. they are currently teaching each other their own forms of art, since they love learning from each other!

- really good at dancing, she’ll dance while she’s working on projects and she’ll hum a song to herself

- her favorite statue was created after she went on a walk, ran into abigail, and the two of them went swimming in the ocean and stayed there as the sun set and the stars came out. she has a little crush on abigail.

Maru:

- her hair is ALWAYS tied up, it’s impossible for her to work if her hair is in her eyes

- when she was a kid she wanted to be an astronaut, because she loves the stars, but she found she prefers the science and math behind it all

- she pierced her own ears, she has little star earrings!

- watches cartoons and geeks out about them with penny when they meet up in town!

- for some odd reason, she is terrified of butterflies. no one who knows her, or even maru herself have ANY idea why, but she will run away if she sees one.

- her favorite memory was the one night her and sebastian stayed up really late as kids and snuck outside to look at the stars (back when sebastian still loved them) and they ended up seeing a meteor shower

- she presses flowers as a hobby, and just keeps them in a little notebook alongside her ideas for projects and gadgets.

Penny:

- while she’s cleaning her and pam’s home, she finds herself singing to herself. she has yet to be caught by anyone

- each day, her hair is done ever-so-slightly different. each morning, she likes to change it up, and sometimes jas or vincent will give her something to put in her hair

- also interested in ghosts, will occasionally join elliot and leah on their adventures

- she is naturally really warm, so she doesn’t have to bundle up as much during the winter. the kids cling to her because she’s like a human space heater

- has a bit of a geeky side, and she loves to watch cartoons a lot. when she can find the time, she always watches them. they being her lots of comfort.

- has a small scar on her side from when she tripped over as a child onto something sharp. she likes it because with two freckles, it makes a little smiley face

- loves the water and the feeling of sea wind in her hair. she secretly wants to learn to drive a boat, so she can feel that wind in her hair whenever she wants.

#stardew #stardew valley #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv abigail #sdv emily #sdv haley #sdv leah #sdv maru #sdv penny #stardew valley headcanons

[sonder-paradise]

Hi! Can I request some headcanons of chuuya and ranpo having an s/o that dyes their hair a lot? Thanks, please don’t pressure yourself <3

◊ A/N: this is in fact my sister and she rlly needs to stop cause she just ordered a lavender dye last week :/

◊ Characters: GN!Reader, Chuuya Nakahara, Ranpo Edogawa

◊ Requests are Closed!!

— Chuuya Nakahara

eventually gets used to seeing you change colors like a chameleon

doesn’t quite understand the idea at first but hey you’re hot with red hair today and blonde tomorrow

slowly starts to consider dying his too cause hey it might be nice

but i doubt he could ever bring himself to do it. that and the fact he’s a ginger and those guys are hot enough with red hair :/

likes to help with your midnight escapades and dying sessions

don’t lie to me you dye your hair spontaneously don’t you? 🤨

“stop moving or i’ll dye your neck pink!”

“stop tickling my neck and i’ll stop moving!”

honestly he gets suspicious good at dying your hair after enough times 🤔

but nevertheless he likes seeing how it turns out in the end

runs his fingers through your hair when it’s dry and colored once again

“not bad.”

“what do you mean ‘not bad’???”

nah cause you look hot chuuya and i both agree ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

— Ranpo Edogawa 

probably dyes his hair with you :/

he seems like the type that’s down as long as you are

knows exactly which color you’re gonna pick before you even know yourself

“i had atsushi pick up some purple hair dye today.”

“i wasn’t gonna—“

he just stares at you blankly until you finally concede to his ever perfect estimate

“fine i’ll change it again…”

likes trying to get you to do it all pretty and multicolored even though i just know that stuffs hard to do unless you’re a professional 😞

braids or plays with your hair after it’s finished

he’s not 100% sure how to actually do those things so he sometimes just tangles it all up

has dyed his hair a couple times with you and each time Fukuzawa thought he accidentally adopted another orphan again

likes matching colors with you and testing out new dyes

has made a mess of the bathroom at least two times and i’m pretty sure there’s more to come

overall likes your hair as long as you do and yeah sometimes he wants to see specific colors in your hair when he’s feeling a little greedy 🤭

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[skyeet-the-writer]

The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x. 

 corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him. 

 word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims. 

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh. 

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected. 

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves. 

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed. 

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again. 

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room. 

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles. 

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases. 

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs. 

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

~

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them. 

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks. 

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps. 

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call. 

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room. 

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady. 

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up. 

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.” 

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once. 

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you. 

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks. 

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’” 

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu. 

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean. 

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie. 

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair. 

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing. 

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie. 

“Felix,” says Sean. 

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks. 

“Lower engine,” you reply. 

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation. 

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it. 

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says. 

“Sean, where were you?” 

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers. 

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie. 

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer. 

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there. 

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself. 

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ. 

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks. 

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.” 

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected. 

stinky was an imposter 

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected. 

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.” 

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat. 

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.” 

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks. 

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken. 

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks. 

“No I haven’t,” she says. 

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out. 

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host. 

~

1 round before the incident 

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine. 

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported. 

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head. 

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax. 

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself. 

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile. 

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in. 

“Yeah,” you nod. 

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin. 

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs. 

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing. 

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands. 

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate. 

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there. 

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix. 

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage. 

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.” 

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix. 

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time. 

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him. 

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing. 

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen. 

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you. 

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse. 

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both. 

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic. 

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie. 

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave. 

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you. 

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay. 

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat. 

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