#don't mind the wonky guitars

[bluecoolr]

The boys from Ambrose started a band and are looking for groupies.

#house of wax #house of wax 2005 #how #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax fanart #slashers #slasher fanart #horror fanart #band au #bo sinclair x you #vincent sinclair x you #sinclair brothers #bluecoolr.art #i was way too invested in this #lester and i are happily married pls respect our decisions #don't mind the wonky guitars

[roseluxxx]

Come on in.

- Hobie Brown (Spider-Punk) X Reader

Warnings: 17+ content, sexual mentions, sexual actions, not explicit like full on but high key rubbing, language, british people

Word Count: 1k

Before Reading: Hypatia was a beautiful philosopher who was killed by men after she gained influence over a Roman ruler, You are dating alr in this and you come over to his place for the first time.

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“Aight, come on in; it’s messy but it’s sum’.”

The room was littered with colorful, sporadically placed punk rock posters with great philosophers and artists, including Van Gough and Hypatia, scattered throughout them. You followed Hobie in as he went straight for his bluetooth system, changing the music to one of his favorite songs.

*Wow. Never thought you'd know Hypatia, much less like her." Hobie nodded mindlessly as he scrolled through song after song, switching between an infinite amount of genres that had no correlation.

"Yeah, men are dicks. She was a brilliant mind; would've loved me you know.”

You laughed in agreement, plopping on his bed as you took in every painting on the ceiling and pattern filling the room.

“Damn, this place is amazing." Your comment was met by a laugh, almost a scoff as he tossed you his spotify playlist and told you to pick something, he didn't care.

"Amazing is an understatement. This place is art." He shoved his hands in his vest pocket and stalked to the bed, having half the mind to kick his shoes off before he made himself comfortable.

You observed the clashing colors and wonky furniture pieces that seemed not to go together until you looked at it from exactly that angle. They weren't meant to go perfectly hand in hand. Except that some of them did. Didn't look like a set but the textures and patterns matched beautifully.

Whipped out of your trance in an instant, you looked up to see Hobie snapped his fingers in-front of you, a bored look on his face.

"Hello? Anyone home? If ur tired just take a nap I don't mind, truly.”

You shook your head, grabbing his hand out of instinct and pulling him closer to you.

"I'm not tired but if you wanna lay down for a bit.. whatever."

He smirked, “Yeah it's never whatever with you but.. whatever."

He slid in next to you, laying on his back as you cuddled up on his chest, his hand finding your hair and playing with it loosely.

The windows placed on cornering walls had their blinds open just enough for the last rays of the golden sun to shine on the bed. Thankfully not in your face.

You finally spotted Hobie's guitar when you felt his hand slip under the hem of your shirt.

You looked up to a face still staring at the ceiling with an almost bored expression (but you caught the glimpses of a knowing smile peeking through).

Oh.

You guided your hand on top of his, pushing it that much further down your torso as you tried your best to steady your breathing.

Feeling his other hand pull a pillow to cover his lap from behind him, you urged his hand lower.

Faster.

A mumbled curse fell from his lips and he flipped himself over on top of you, facing you head on and removing his hands in favor of placing them right beside your head.

"Let's not play games now, yeah? I know what chu’ want," he looked at your lips distracted before he refocused himself, "and frankly I want the same. So let's not have a jest and be honest about it."

He sat up, grabbing your hand to let you follow suit as he let a few feet of distance separate you two.

"Just be honest with me darlin’.”

You took a deep breath. He was right. Just be honest.

" want you to fuc-"

Ok not that honest.

"I want you, Hobie."

He smiled, your face growing hotter by the second.

"Now that’s what I like to hear, yeah?"

He was on you in a moment. The soft fluttering kisses he laid across your face, starting at your forehead, made your heart pound. You extended your neck, closing your eyes as you let soft breaths fall when he crossed a particularly sensitive area.

He kissed down your collarbone, his hands falling to the hem of your shirt as he stopped instantly to look at you for any signs of hesitation. You nodded softly, a small smile leaving its mark as your shirt came swiftly off.

A moment passed as he just sat and admired you, his eyes roaming your body in an almost shy way. Like he's received a gift he's not used to getting but has never been so thankful to get it.

"Thank you," he whispered it like a prayer. Like a secret he's telling to just you.

"Hmm?"

He looked up, making eye contact at last as he repeated the phrase. You nodded telling him if he doesn't get on with it you'd never stop teasing him.

He does. Slowly. Sensually. Taking his time to explore every part before he reaches for your sweatpants and is met with a frantic halt and you sitting up on your elbow, an alarmed look blasted across your face.

"What? M’ going too fast? If you want you can take off my-"

"No, no- I mean yeah i'd love to- i mean, you know, if you'd want that but-“

Hobie takes your hand in his, a gentle expression staying on his face. “Nah, come on, get out of it. What’s up?”

You sighed avoiding eye contact as you allowed yourself to get to the point for once. Mumbling, you told him the issue, "it's just that i haven't shaved and i know we haven't talked about it but-“

Hobie stopped dead in his tracks, his face slowly lighting up with realization and.. laughter?

He evaporated in a contained outburst of chuckles as he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Baby, be honest with me, yeah? I swing around saving the world, almost dying a dozen times a day, and you think i'm gonna get scared off by a little hair on my girl?"

You let your shoulders relax, resuming breathing though you never noticed you had stopped.

You laugh softly, pushing your hair out of your face as your body physically relaxed.

“Yeah, I didn't think about that."

He tugged on your waistband and you helped him take your pants off, letting him kiss down your stomach and skip over to your inner thighs, moving down to your knee as his fingers traced patterns over your skin.

“Fuck you’re beautiful, you know that?”

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Thank you for reading!

Feel free to leave a comment or check out my latest Hobie fic here!

A/N: y’all’s comments are wild 😭

#hobie my beloved #hobie x reader #hobie spiderverse #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man #hobie brown smut #spider man smut #spider punk #spider punk smut #across the spiderverse smut #roseluxworks #roselux spider verse

[the-badger-mole]

AU Bot Plots

Zuko is a fantastic pianist. A prodigy from an impressively young age, and in another family, that might mean something. Zuko breaks his neck trying to prove to his business tycoon father and budding politician sister that his piano playing isn't just some easily dismissed hobby. He becomes world famous and has played for people of prominence that even his father couldn't get a phone call with. But it's still not enough.

One day, his father says something awful, and Zuko has a crisis when he realizes that he built his entire career to win the approval and love of a father who refuses to give it, and he walks away from the piano altogether, becoming a recluse (who works sometimes at his uncle's tea shop when Iroh worries he's spending too much time alone). He meets Katara when she stops in to the shop. She knows who he is immediately and is surprised to find the world famous pianist working the counter at some random tea shop. They have a conversation and Zuko finds out Katara is also a musician. She invites him to an open jam session where her band will be playing. It's not a show, and anyone who is so inclined can join the band to play. Zuko is hesitant because he's still got some issues around music and performing. Still he's intrigued and he goes to at least watch the performance.

It Is AWFUL!!!

There's no real rhyme or reason to anything that's being played. It sounds like disjointed songs being played all at once. The 'performers" don't all have the same skill level, so there's a fantastic drummer keeping time to a guitarist who only knows two chords, and the person on the keyboards just went through an awful break up and is taking it out directly on the keys. Katara is playing the bass, but the levels are so wonky that Zuko feels her playing more than actually hears it.

Zuko leaves, vowing never to come to this slaughterhouse of sound ever again. But of course, he does come back. The sound is awful, but the people didn't demand too much of him. The ones that paid him any mind at all were really nice. The next time he comes back, Katara offers him the drum sticks. He reminds her that he plays the piano, but Katara insists he gives the drums a try. After a few timid whacks at it, he starts to hit harder and harder and harder until he's just pummeling the drums without any consideration for actual musicality. He stops when he breaks the snare drum and realizes that he's crying. He runs away, and Katara follows him to make sure he's okay. She tells him that what he's feeling is the point of her little musical club. It's not about sounding perfect, it's about working out emotions through the music.

At some point it comes out that Katara knows who Zuko is because she is also a gifted classical musician. Her instrument is the cello, but she never made it as far as Zuko. Then she discovered the guitar and experimental trash punk and never looked back. She is also part of a band that plays actual music and actual shows, too, which Zuko gets to go to at some point. Katara's band is surprisingly (to Zuko) very good. The music is still pretty unconventional, but it's...recognizable as music. Skillfully played music.

The story ends with Zuko coming to terms with his trauma around trying to please his father with his career and rediscovering his genuine love for the piano. He returns to the classical music circuit, and is occasionally joined by his girlfriend, Katara, on cello, when she's not recording with her band

#atla #zutara #au bot plots #the cellist #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

[imaginatorcreates]

BeepBox: Part 7!

I'm calling this series of tunes "Elementals". They're made with a certain theme in mind, so I hope they're conveyed like that! They're also experimental (some more than others), so keep in mind for wonky volume mixing and possible dissonant sounds.

This is my 17th creation. A certain part (pizzicato strings) I was fiddling around with, and it sounded very good! It was raining outside and the rest of the tune came in along with it! It starts off light, then the rain comes in heavier until it's a downpour, only for it let up.

This is my 18th creation. This is the slowest tune here, as watching plants grow and the plates shift is a slow thing for us humans! The piano is very enjoyable here. It rises upwards out of the ground towards the sun to bloom.

This is my 19th creation. The pace here picks up! I wanted this to sound "round", like you're in the middle of a windy day. The drums are there to ground you, because we don't want you to be blown away! The melody is played by a shakuhachi, it sounds very nice.

This is my 20th creation. This is even faster, meant to be the fastest! It's also the shortest, and most experimental (I wanted scratchy electric guitars in here, but at risk of hurting one's ears). It starts off quiet and quickly builds up in volume and energy, but it also quickly tapers off, like fire does when there's no more fuel or oxygen.

This is my 21st creation. This is my fastest, because I've never made a song at 160 bpm before (I think). There are a lot of metal-sounding instruments here, and I thought "Why not include a banjo to represent the non-metals?" There's a banjo at the end now! Someone also said that a part sounds similar to a part in "Ramune" by Snail's House! I haven't listened to that song in a while (a reminder)!

#Ima Creates #my music #my audio #music #audio #beepbox #Ima Tunes

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

(Sorry if the formatting's bad or wonky I'm at war with my laptop rn)

Hello!

This is for a romantic match-up with any of the TWST boys. Could I be the 🖨️emoji? I also use any pronouns though I am seriously considering switching to only He/They.

I see myself as more of a quiet introvert while in public if I'm by no one I'm friends with. I do find it really easy to get along with just about anyone (though on more than one occasion it took me years to find out that someone did not like me and was bulling me and was not in fact playing around.) If you put me next to someone, I am friends with I or know I tend to get a lot more chaotic and forget they have other people around. Around closer friends I tend to use obscure insults to show my love. I hardly ever think before I speak so I sometimes stop mid-sentence if I think what I was about to say was too off the rails. I tend to stutter at times and sometimes I cannot spell for the life of me, Grammarly is the one thing holding me together. I didn't get to have good childhood so now that I'm older I act very childish, and I am usually very unsure of myself. No impulse control; Will eat rocks. I also tend to talk to myself (esp in public when no ones around)

My friend described me as: 'Funny, Quiet, Sarcastic, Playful, Sus, Charismatic, Random, Rizzy and Awkward.' I feel that fits pretty well to be honest. (I am the Rizzard of Oz)

As a hobby I usually stick to drawing (It's a work in progress) I did play the guitar for a while, it honestly just depends on whatever I feel like. (Does listening to music while daydreaming count?)

My interests are dogs (I was absolutely obsessed with them as a kid) snakes, tarantulas and Vinland saga. I tend to get really into something for a couple hours or a few days and I will spend hours researching it. I have spent over 19 hours in the past 2 days researching tarantulas. It's not common when it happens; maybe once every couple of months, but it sure is something when it does.

I look for someone who I can just spend time with. I don't mind something casual that turn more serious. I bottle up my emotions and have problems expressing how I feel a lot so someone I can confide in. I also love bulling or teasing in a loving way.

I can't deal with someone who nags me and shows no respect towards me. I also can't deal with people being mad at me and yelling, I would prefer talking it out. Also, someone who is manipulative and will guilt trip me.

I show my affection with acts of service. And giving them stuff I find cool, whether that be a rock, a book or blanket they might like, or even bracelets / origami creatures I make. I just like seeing them happy.

Physical touch behind closed doors. Play with my hair or rub my back and I melt like butter. I also like words of affirmation. Though I love anything really.

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Sun- Sagittarius | Moon- Aquarius

Rising- Cancer | Mercury- Sagittarius | Venus- Scorpio

(I don't know what most of it means, but a lot of people around me are into astrology)

INTP

I have short brown hair, Hazel eyes. I am pale and I burn instead of tan but I do have a lot of freckles on my shoulders and upper back. And some light ones on my face, with a few dark ones scattered around my arms and legs. 5'7, I do have biggish eyes and a nose bump from when I broke my nose. (I am wayy too clumsy)

I usually wear what most comfortable, I way wayy to oversized stuff to sleep in I also usually stay in my sleep clothes all day (I find sleeping in socks comfortable) I mainly wear T-shirts (also a bit too big) with random stuff on it with jeans or sweatpants, maybe with basketball shorts that I also usually sleep in. Constantly have the same few of bracelets on. (The cheap silicone ones i find laying around, or the cheap braided ones I was gifted)

Hi there, 🖨️! I hope your battle with your laptop comes out with you as the victor! Hmm, let me se- *poof!*

Che’nya

“Oh? My, my, my. I didn’t know you were the Rizzard of Oz,” those would probably be his first words to you as he appears beside you, sending a playful wink. He would love seeing your more chaotic and playful side, and would join you in any mischief you get into… this may or may not include eating rocks together. But he does know when to be more serious.

One of the more common forms of affection while you two are out and about are headbutts. But behind closed doors, he is poking your nose and placing kisses over your freckles and any old injuries that you got due to clumsiness. He would also ruffle your hair. 

Che’nya can and will ‘borrow’ your clothes and then act all innocent when you catch him in the act, sweater paws and all. “Ah, caught me red-handed! Not my fault you look so cute in them, so I decided to give it a try~” Trading clothes becomes a habit, but he still insists you look better than him. 

Adores hearing you talk about your interests. Tell him all about your favourite dogs, snake species, and tarantulas! “Wait, this species of tarantulas forms friendships with frogs?” Yes, he is stoking the flames. He just loves seeing your eyes light up with passion.

While he does enjoy surprising you with sudden affection, he would love to just cuddle on the sofa, or pillow fortress and watch Vinland saga with you. He would also purr.

He would love receiving gifts from you and would wear every bracelet you make and never take them off. Even if they break, he would keep them all in a box if they couldn’t be repaired. Also keeps a box filled with any drawings you make for him. These are treasured objects for him.

In a similar fashion, he would gift you a bracelet made out of purple, lilac and gold string. You may not always be there together in person, but at least you have a piece of him with you.

Che’nya would also love to hear you play the guitar and would hum a jaunty little tune while you played, rubbing your back all with his head leaning on your shoulder. 

“Hmm, you have me smitten. Smitten as a kitten~”

I hope you like your match-up, 🖨️! Che'nya may not be a dog, but perhaps this fellow Rizzard ended up stealing your heart; a cat burglar, but only with you. And he would always use your preferred pronouns!

(And your formatting was great, no worries! Hoping you win in the great laptop war. Yana, please give us a card for Che'nya, PLEASE!)

#dove does match ups #twst matchups #che'nya #romantic match ups #🖨️ anon #“cat stole your tongue dear?~” #please don't eat rocks 🖨️ anon

[blindedbythedarkness]

You know what? I'm fucking sad. I don't hate my body for sucking ass at keeping shit together, but that doesn't mean it doesn't make me sad.

Before I ever knew there was something wrong, I had an overwhelming urge to be careful. Back then I just assumed everyone did, but that other people were better at ignoring those gut feelings and alarm bells so they could run head on into rugby tackles or step into a boxing ring. Now, I'm not so sure. I think my body was actually warning me all along, not that it stopped me getting hurt eventually.

I've always been pretty fucking determined to keep up with everyone else, prove that my health problems are just one small part of who I am. The first time they stopped me from keeping up with my friends I was 15 and trying to do my silver DofE, an award we do in the UK that involves volunteering and hiking and stuff. My intestines weren't working properly, they were hurting and I saw that the campsite only had one toilet. On balance, I decided I'd prefer to go home ill than have my friends discover how gross and broken I was after waiting for me to use the toilet. I hated myself for "letting it" stop me, but I made up for it by completing the same expedition a year later.

As I've got older and bits of me of have fucked up here and there, I've had to make more changes. I've had to permanently, severely restrict my diet; to learn to pace myself; to commit to weekly physio to keep joints in place; to take enough pills to make me rattle. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for the health I do have and terrified of losing even an ounce more of it.

I'm grateful I can pursue my dream (realistic) career of being a doctor, even if it did mean extensive research beforehand on how I can make it work. It means I likely won't be able to be a surgeon; my hands often shake; I often have whole arms out of action; operating for so long would cause pain; under those lights my blood would pool and I'd drop like a fly. I probably won't be able to work nights because of fatigue or do anything that involves prolonged standing. I'll probably have to limit myself to being part time and scooting around in an office chair. But I'll still be a doctor, I'm determined.

The thing I don't talk about is how this body took away all my other dream careers before they ever had a chance to start. At heart, I'm a bit of an adrenaline junkie, which is an odd mix with a body hell-bent on protecting its wonky, fragile form. But I am. Ever since I was a young kid I always wanted to be a stunt person- I looked seriously into it. I wanted to know every martial art, know how to knife fight and run up walls. Something about it just looks so thrilling, so freeing. But I can't, it's too dangerous. I also always wanted to be a dancer on stage at the West End, but I don't have the coordination and even that much movement could do me permanent damage. I wanted to be any kind of performer; maybe a rock star. But my fingers bend backwards when I try to play guitar and my coordination gets in the way again and I don't have the energy to jump around a stage.

Of course I'm happy with my choice to be a doctor. It combines what I love with what's realistic. But that doesn't mean I don't feel a pang of longing when I see shows or MMA fights or free runners. When I see people saying "all you've got to do is try and follow your dreams" but it simply isn't safe. I've never felt like my mind is a good fit for my body; partly because I'm trans, but also partly because to trap such an adrenaline junkie in this body is so seriously mismatched.

So yeah, sometimes, it makes me fucking sad and all I can do is hope that in the next life, I have more luck.

#hoping for reincarnation in a better built body is my way of coping tbh #c rambles #depressed #depression #pain #grief #grieving #mourning #struggling #mourn #bereavement #bereaved #ehlers danlos syndrome #eds #eds type 3 #ehlers danlos type 3 #mental illness #mental health #spoonie #ehlers danlos life #ehlers danlos awareness #ehlers danlos problems #chronic illness #chronic pain #chronic fatigue #spoonie community #disabled #disabled community #loss #physical health

[sisi-halloway]

The Guy with his Van, and The Girl with her Things

"So you're telling me you live in this thing?" Mona walked around the 1994 Chevy Astro, patting the dingy white metal of the side of the van. River nodded, the pride coming off him in rays.

"Fuck yeah, I do. Took me all the way to California, all through the southwest and back again."

Mona opened the door in the back, waving the dust that came off so it wouldn't get in her mouth. She looked inside with something not far from shock on her face.

"But when's the last time you cleaned it?"

River's incredulous gasp was one for the books.

"I'm cleaning it right now!"

Mona frowned. "Before now?"

River made a face, the kind of face that let Mona know the answer to her question wasn't good, and he knew it. She nods and smirks.

"Mh, see... I couldn't do this. I'm too..." she waved her arms in a motion around her body, thinking of the proper word to describe her cluttered, wonky, eccentric personality.

"Too..." River ushered her on, trying to get to the bottom of her thoughts. He was curious about what she had to say. He had just met her, but he liked her a little already.

"You think you're better because you don't wanna live in a van?" He said this teasingly.

Mona tries her hide her girlish smile, not wanting to admit to River that she thought his little van was cute. It was actually kind of cool.

"Not exactly," she murmurs. All jokes aside, she thought for a moment. She sits on the concrete driveway of River's house, adjacent to the van. After a moment of his own, the blond joins her. He was sitting so their knees barely brush against each other.

"It just doesn't fit my personality. I need space. I need room for my stuff. I have art and books, and I have my movies... I have all my video games. I have a lot of material things. If you don't need them that's fine, but I really like my things."

River smiled. He thought it was so cute how she called her stuff 'her things'. He noted all of her 'things', her hobbies in his mind. Nodding softly, he looks up at the orange sky, thinking about what she said.

"I mean, I like things too, Mona. I like playing video games, and I like having souvenirs, like glass pipes and stuff like that. But this is more about having freedom than not having physical belongings. I don't know if that makes sense-"

Before he could finish, Mona speaks to reassure him.

"No, yeah. It definitely does make sense. I get that perfectly."

A long while of silence overcame them as they watched the sunset over the roofs of the other two-story houses in the neighborhood. Mona looked down at his hands. He had been watching him play his guitar a bit earlier. She had always wanted to learn, and now more than ever, she wanted a teacher. She was smiling just thinking about it. But another thing he said crossed her mind before anything else.

"Glass pipes? You're a smoker?"

River chuckled. "Well... don't you think it fits my vibe?"

In all honesty, it did. A free spirit with a sense of adventure who loved taking risks and time for himself? Oh, definitely.

"Right up your alley..." Mona replies, giggling a bit to herself. Her face falls and gets more serious, almost a bit shy. "We should uh... smoke sometime."

River raises his brows. "Oh? I mean uh, sure... yeah we should."

With that Mona stands up and starts back to the house. "Sorry, Felix is waiting, and I feel bad for leaving him in there. I came to hang out with him, not talk about your silly van."

It took River a moment to realize she was joking. That comment about his van almost stung a bit. Almost. Just for a split second in time, he had forgotten Mona was his brother's friend and not his. That sweet smile on her lips he took as a good sign. Her light laugh sounded like wind chimes as she traipsed up the front walk and disappeared back into the house. River sighed and watched her go, shrugging and getting back to cleaning up his van.

Mona definitely wanted to see more of him, and one day soon, she was gonna let him know it.

#original story #eh this didn't happen to me in real life but I wish it did #all characters in this story are DEFINITELY REAL #the fact that i just changed their names is evident of what a loser I am #there's gonna be more parts maybe #tell me if you like it #give me feedback #what do you think should happen next

[koishua]

→ 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 • 𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗸 𝗷𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗼𝗸

synopsis. with no direction in life to take, gaon takes a stranger's hand. not as kwak jiseok, just gaon.

featuring gaon and an unnamed female character.

listen to blue by taeyong for a better reading experience.

length. 1.013k words

genre. angst, just a bunch of self reflection

warnings. identity crisis (?), a pinch of self deprecation

notes. this was written while i was in a... particular mood. nothing might even make sense i guess, so don't worry if the plot seems jumpy. it's not you, it's me just writing down my own thoughts and disguising them as the character's :') also don't be stupid and follow a stranger to a second location y'all oml. anyways, enjoy a very confusing narration bahaha the theme is a little wonky here im not sure if some will get it :')

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feedback/reblogs are highly appreciated </3 hope you enjoy!

kwak jiseok was confused.

standing under the protective cover of the small bus stop, shoulders heavy and heart bleeding, he had stayed unmoving for a long, long time. the soft pitter patter of the rain, nothing more than a light drizzle, had turned into a storm akin to the one in his mind. bruised and battered— that’s what jiseok was in his essence, the world was too harsh on his existence.

maybe it was the heavens having mercy on him that night, maybe not. nevertheless, he’d finally found a little piece of relief.

he’d found relief in the pounding cries of the sky above, in the senseless thunder and lightning, in the way the stranger who’d come running towards the same stop he’d been standing under had made him feel that night. she’d smiled at him, lashes dripping small droplets of water, some sliding down her forehead and splattering lightly on the ground. petrichor had risen in the air, a scent that eased his stuffy lungs.

“what’s your name?” she’d asked him that night. what was his name? kwak jiseok had lost all sense of himself that day, lost in the maze of his tiring, monotonous life. what was his name? he didn’t have a name, at least he didn’t believe he did. kwak jiseok wasn’t anyone special, nor was he important in any way to someone.

he didn’t have a name he could be remembered by. the rain continued to pelt on the glass roof above you and he answered, silent and solemn, “i don’t know.”

his hands felt cold, face numb and feet were tired, still you listened to him repeat himself, “i don’t know my name.”

he felt lost a lot these days, living in a mindless haze and existing to the bare minimum. nothing was as fun and lively as it had been before— living, for jiseok, felt harder to do with each passing day. his fingers would not strum the strings of his guitar that had gathered dust, his eyes would not open in the morning to go through yet another day of life, his bones weary despite his young age.

life was so lonely and difficult.

“for tonight, you can be gaon.” she’d given him a new name that night. while the streets of seoul were being drowned in the merciless flood of the storm, he felt as though he’d been given a warm embrace.

“are you going back home?” she’d asked him after a moment of silence, not even feeling the chill settle in her body. gaon racked his brain, unsure of what to do with himself. again he shrugged his shoulders, “i don’t know.”

then he saw a hand stretch towards him, palm facing the sky, “that’s okay. do you want to come with me? i’ll be running to mine, since i missed the last bus.”

why not? kwak jiseok had nothing to lose anymore with all of the yellows in his life being plucked out one by one, his canvas left with nothing but a deep and lonely blue. when a hand was there for him to take, why wouldn’t he? anything was enough to fill up the void, he was exhausted from constantly living in a state of nothingness.

the night, her lips, the color of the blood pumping through his heart— somehow everything had turned into that awful blue. jiseok missed his yellows and oranges, maybe tonight’s gaon would be able to find a sliver of warmth if he just took the stranger’s hand.

and so he did— gaon took her hand in his for kwak jiseok.

“it’s cold under the rain.” she’d warned him, finding an odd sense of comfort from the boy who supposedly didn’t even know his own name. gaon tightened his grip on her hand, assuring her that he didn’t mind, “let’s go wherever you take me to.”

the world felt quiet when the clouds in the sky poured all of their weight on the ground below; that’s what kwak jiseok came to discover that night while running under the pouring rain with her, dressed under a new name she’d given him, a nobody. it had all been overwhelming at first, droplets attacking his eyes that he’d barely been able to keep open while speeding through the darkness, only given light by the occasional street lamps. then came the relief.

all it took for kwak jiseok to feel a little bit alive again was a stranger who took him by his hand, stormy weather that washed away his tears of anger and emptiness, and then a complete and utter act of surrender. it was okay, finally okay that night— no more helplessness sinking him down, nothing. kwak jiseok learned to let everything go with the rain.

tomorrow was a day he hadn’t lived through yet, so maybe this time, it would be okay. someone took his hand tonight, so maybe another one would pull him back up if he ever sunk down again the next time. maybe living in blue wasn’t that difficult if he had another day to live, a hand to hold and pull himself back up. blue, how terrifying of a color it had become for kwak jiseok, maybe gaon would be able to embrace it for him from then on.

“what’s your name?” she’d asked him again, stopping in the middle of the road to stare into his eyes. jiseok mulled over the question for a second time that night, what’s my name? his clothes were sopping wet just like hers were, feeling countless droplets sliding under his jaw.

“my name is gaon.” for tonight, he’d stick with just that. kwak jiseok deserved to rest while gaon took her hand in his to continue their journey through the curtain of raindrops. tonight, gaon would shoulder the blue and love the cold feeling on his skin, safe with a palm wrapped around his own. tonight, gaon would push through the blue for kwak jiseok.

tonight, running through the cold, rainy streets of seoul was gaon— kwak jiseok deserved to rest until he felt okay again.

#xdh scenarios #xdh imagines #gaon #xdinary heroes gaon #xdinary heroes scenarios #xdinary heroes imagines #xdh angst #xdh gaon x reader #gaon x reader #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes x reader

[practicallyanyth1ng]

Prompt idea: V finally meeting Kerry's kids even though him and V haven't had the conversation what they are to each other. I feel like V would be a little insecure about it.

This is a dumb question, but I think I missed it somewhere or smth but is it confirmed that he has kids? If so... 👀

The kids are based of @/chaaistheanswer 's hc of his children! I love their VKerry art so much aaa;;;

PSA: I have no idea how to write kids and I'm still practicing on writing dialouge. Please excuse the wonky bits of writing here and there.

. . .

When the topic was first brought up, it was so quick that V had almost missed it.

"Yknow, having kids can be tough, and it can really mess up a sleep schedule; well, if I had one to begin with and-"

V almost spat out the water he was drinking, putting down the glass cup quickly before he dropped it. He needed a moment to choke on the water that went down the wrong tube, and when he finished coughing, he rasps out, "you have...kids?"

Kerry's eyes widen for a split second and he stops his strumming on the guitar. "You..." he starts, looking at V with caution, "you didn't know?"

V snorts, rolling his eyes with humor in his tone, "No, I actually just forgot that the man who's seen me naked on multiple occasions has biological kids of his own. Cause, yknow, its just something that slips the mind."

V only meant to lighten the mood, but it seems his response was the wrong thing to say since Kerry starts putting down his guitar. He leans over, elbows on his knees and he looks...solemn in his thoughts.

"Got two, actually. One of them, Theodore who's 16, hates my guts. The other, Kimberly who's only 9, she's my little girl." His eyes flicker over to V, waiting for any kind of response.

He's sitting in the same insecure postion he goes into when he's nervous. Its as if he's gearing up for a rejection and setting up his defenses.

"Didn't think you had no clue; figured you must've seen some articles 'bout me 'n the ex-wife."

The silence and tension in the room is only lightened slightly by the muffled TV in the background. Yet, both men still don't know what to say to one another even as the minute slowly passes by.

"I...have a friend who has a niece and a nephew," V says, finally breaking the silence, "I might not look it, but I like to think I'm good with kids. Grew up with lots of them playing basketball behind the shabby abandoned lots of old apartments. Our favorite game was running from the fuzz when they chased us for trespassing on private property."

Kerry looks at V, curious, as the tension in his body relaxes and laughs aloud. Its a sound V could listen to endlessly on loop.

"That so? Well, would you like to meet them? Ex-Wife's letting me see them this weekend as per our agreement." He has a beaming grin on his face, and he's looking at V with so much affection he could die happy right then and there.

"I'd love to."

. . .

"Daddy!" a little girl yells when Kerry walks through the door. He's immediately ambushed by the small child, lifting her up in his arms.

"How's my little girl?" Kerry coos, attacking her with kisses all over her chubby face.

She shrieks in happiness, telling him to stop in between giggles; that it tickles. When he does stop, she squishes his face between her hands while looking directly at V.

"Who's that?" she asks, and V suddenly feels put on the spot.

Kerry brushes against V's side, "This is V! He's my..."

They both look at one another for a brief moment and the lingering question pulls at their minds: What were they, exactly? Sure, they'd slept together and kissed and had heart to hearts and-

"He's daddy's right hand man," he says a bit too loudly, refusing to make eye contact with V.

V's heart sinks and there's a light sting that aches in his chest. He didn't know what to expect. Its not like they were explicitly dating and calling each other their boyfriend, after all. But still...

They walk to the living room together and he bumps into a lean body walking in their opposite direction.

"Oh! That's my bad I didn't see-"

"Don't care," they snap and before they could fully escape Kerry grabs his hood, pulling the skinny teenager back.

"Theo, meet V. V, this is my son, Theodore," Kerry introduces, letting the hood ago as he's again distracted by Kim directing him to the kitchen to show off her latest drawing hanging on the fridge.

Theodore glares at Kerry's backside, and then gives V a look, scanning him up and down.

V's suddenly regretting agreeing to come with Kerry, and doesn't exactly know what to do so he just stands there dumbly.

"Can I...help you?" he asks, trying to stop the judgemental eyes from analyzing him so much.

"Name's Ted, not Theo. Fuckin' hate it when he calls me that....so you're Kerry's new plaything. I wonder how long you'll last with that pathetic excuse of a musician? He paying you to sleep with him or something?"

V's taken aback by the sudden bombardment of bizarre questions, and all he can reply with is a startled laugh. "I'm...sorry? You're talking about your dad, right?"

The young man tsks, crossing his arms and glaring daggers at V. "Don't got a dad, just got a deadbeat excuse for one that calls himself my dad."

He hrumps onto the sofa, sulking in the furthest corner while looking at the random show thats on the TV, obviously too pissed off to actually pay attention to it.

V takes that as his cue to join Kerry and Kim, needing a refresher from whatever the fuck that conversation was, when he's stopped by another question.

"He talk about us, ever? Tell you that he left us after my mom gave birth and that he's only back in our lives jus' cause he wants to feel better about himself?"

That last part wasn't true at all. Kerry opened up to V the day after their first convo about his kids, and how he regrets missing out on so much. He's always good on his monthly payments, but he mourns the time he let pass by doing nothing else.

But V senses that the moody teen wasn't interested in hearing the truth at the moment.

Instead he opts for, "He does talk about you. Seems to care about the both of you, from what I've heard."

The boy scoffs, sneering. "Well ain't that just fuckin' preem."

And with that V rejoins Kerry's side.

. . .

They're both lying on opposite sides of Kim's bed, which is thankfully large enough to fit two grown men and a small child sleeping soundly in the middle.

Kerry's brushing the hair from her eyes, watching his daughter with love. V takes in the scene before him and shit he's falling harder and harder for Kerry.

His heart flutters when Kerry looks up at him, whispering as to not wake Kim up, "thank you, V."

V cocks an eyebrow, whispering back, "for what?"

"Dunno...just for being here, coming with me to see my kids. Something mushy and all that mixed in between..." He sighs, "...and sorry about Theodore, he and I don't exactly see eye to eye. He didn't interrogate you too brashly, did he?"

V snorts, shaking his head. "Nah, nothing that I couldn't handle. And you're welcome, Ker. I wouldn't mind doing this again, yknow, as a heads up for...uh," he blushes, scratching his cheek nervously, "next time."

A hand snakes its way to the back of his neck and he's pulled into the softest and quickest kiss of his entire life. He's left stunned and his entire body is on fire when Kerry winks at him.

"No take backs," he purrs, and closes his eyes with an arm reached over Kim holding his hand.

V has an absolute hell of a time trying to fall asleep for the rest of the night, with his heart hammering loudly against his chest and the sweat making his palms clammy.

He was so fucked.

#im going to regret not proofreading the last two parts before posting this but ITS 4AM and i took not one but TWO melatonin pills #i physically cannot read #only type and squeeze my brain for synonyms to use to sound fancy #i love yall like this i figured the long lil drabbles would make yall happier since the last one did numbers #ty for all the support and please keep sending me prompts cause my askbox is running dry!!! #and im sorry about the late ass reply ive been slacking;;; #ok goodnight! #games #cyberpunk 2077 #fave #kerry eurodyne #kerry x v #v x kerry #prompts #text #asks

[whaleofatjme1920]

heyo can i request a romantic matchup with one of the creepypasta guys perhaps??

-im 20 years old with dark brown fluffy short hair that goes just a bit above my shoulders. im bisexual and i go by she/they pronouns. im 5'6. im a cancer sun, virgo moon, and sag rising. im also female!

-im an infj!

-i like making flower crowns for people, custom earrings, and rings! i rlly love nature and the woods so i enjoy walking along on a path or settling down by a relaxing river to have a nice lil picnic :)

-swimming is a big thing for me, i love just jumping into a lake and swimming around yk?

-i rlly love indie, rock, grunge and 50's to 90's music. i have a great love for 80's movies and the horror genre.

-i love superhero and action stuff like the avengers and x-men as well as stuff from DC.

-uhmm im an artist. i do trad but also digital art. if i paint i like to paint scenery. im also a singer and i write my own songs. i play the guitar and the ukulele!!

-i own two rats and two cats! yes they get along lmaodksjsj. im a witch whos into crystals, herbs, dieties and all. i do tarot and pendulum. i love drinking tea especially mint and chamomile teas.

-things i dislike: alcohol, someone yelling at me, aggressiveness, going on boats, too much heat, summer, thunderstorms, chicken, being alone in the extreme dark in a place like the woods, seeing or hearing stuff like people gagging or their nails being ripped off :// (i can somehow take gore tho-)

-things i like: tea, some coffees, sunflowers, motorcycles, cuddling, relaxing inside on my bed while its raining outside, the calming sound of rain, autumn, when its chilly out, seafood

-i actually rlly love reading and sometimes I like to write lil short stories or make up characters but not too deep into them. just fun little things yk?

-i kinda rlly like playing w ppls hair- like having them sit in my lap. or having them do it to me.

-omg chasing each other in an empty (empty as in like no other ppl) pretty field during a picnic date with our favorite music on?? YES PLS

-WATCHING THE SUNSET AND SUNRISE OMGGG

-i don't rlly plan on having kids :/ i don't do well with them so. fur babies as in pets tho! ABSOLUTELY

-i kinda would be a big spoon but also a little spoon. i'd do either.

-if im being honest one of the downsides of me is that I get emotional quickly in an argument :// or like I get defensive or if someone yells at me I get sad and start crying. I don't seek out fights tho and I try to avoid them.

-despite how much I like to talk im an ambivert leaning towards introvert. I get panic-y quick in public w people I don't know and im rlly nervous but i try to be as friendly as possible and keep a convo going. around my friends and stuff tho im an absolute goof ball!

-i like staying home tbh its calming

-i don't like seeing messy things eiakssksk i like organization but im not controlish about it. I like to clean tbh its kinda fun.

-my love language is honestly quality time and touch. some words of affirmation is nice too tho,, sometimes I get scared someone will get bored of me and leave ://

-i love to buy or make ppl gifts! i like to see people happy. the look on ppls faces when they see that i bought them something they rlly love makes me warm and fuzzy :,))

-im not rlly a jealous person tbh. but if someone outright is happening like obvious flirting,, i WILL say something if my partner isn't taking care of it themself.

-honestly i love being a goof but when its time to be serious ill be serious

-i talk alot so i need someone who'll be willing to listen to me talk and be interested in what im saying EIOSLAKS ill also absolutely listen to anything they say :))

-i don't care abt body types or looks rlly and im not just saying that.

-i love to remind ppl that they're stunning and gorgeous and they deserve the world 😩🤌

-i like having deep convos about random things. like who found out that we should drink cow milk? why are wild animals just fine w out toothpaste but we absolutely need to brush our teeth??

-id love to cook or bake something with someone :))

-i can't rlly think of anything else to say abt myself so

Your matchup is... Hoodie/Brian Thomas!

In general:

Took me a hot minute or so but I ultimately decided on Brian because it's the vibe I'm getting. Let's elaborate on that.

What he likes about you:

I always start out with the physical stuff first and I'm just going to say that Brian really likes your hair! Thinks it is absolutely gorgeous and fun. Will compliment how fluffy it is. Likes that you're into nature, crafty, and your music choice! Thinks your art is super fun and will want to see it. Thinks your singing voice is absolutely beautiful. Coming back to this. Your pets are fun to him as well, and your likes just seem to really line up with him y'know?? Especially loving Autumn, rain, when it's chilly, all that kind of fun stuff.

General cute things:

ALright, I feel like swimming outings would be a thing between the two of you. Brian likes water. It's just the vibe I get. Make him flower crowns please lmfao. Brian is soft and actual sunshine when he wants to be. He will watch the sunrise and sunset with you!!! He loves to just strum his guitar in the early mornings, listening to the birds sing. I feel like music dates would be a thing between the two of you. Just sitting in a flower field, watching the world go by, singing and all that cute stuff. Brian is admittedly a bit of a home body as well, so like,,,,,, hey. Just the two of you curling up on the couch, taking naps? Yes. Brian will occasionally get you gifts of things that remind him of you. He also gives me the vibe that he would get you flowers just because he thinks you'll find them pretty. He will goof around with. ALSO, Brian loves to listen to you!! Please talk to him about whatever is on your mind and I guarantee he's going to love it!! You being such a sweet person makes his heart sing? Like, you just reaffirming all the things he needs to hear make him so happy. He will also play with your hair, and on other days, he will rest his head on your lap and you can play with his.

You two as a couple:

Y'know, I think the only thing that might be a bit of a talking point between the two of you is the not having kids thing. Brian strikes me as such a strong family man. However, I don't think he's incapable of bending, so if the two of you want to be fur parents, he'd be just fine with that. Other than that, one of Brian's love languages is touch to like, be prepared for hugs, kisses, all that wholesome stuff. He's definitely a bit of an insomniac so like, please spend time with him cuddling on the roof while the two of you talk about anything and everything. Brian will definitely cook and bake with you as well, seeing those are two things he loves to do. You won't ever have to worry about jealousy with Brian because he's a king of "I have a partner stop speaking to me :)" You can also spoon him, he'd find that comforting. Brian prioritizes communication, so if you start crying, or anything like that, he'll give you some space and then come back to it. He doesn't want to cause you any harm, but some things need to be spoken about. Brian will also be your rock if the two of you go out in public and you're not very happy or overwhelmed. I swear, he's always going to be there for you.

Closing thoughts/other things:

Hi love bug, sorry this is late. The matchups were giving me some wonky type of burn out, but it's here now. To answer your thing about why animals don't need toothpaste, it actually has a lot to do with their diet! They don't eat refined sugars or the high amount of acids we do, and they also tend to eat way more twigs, sticks, bark, bones and even grass that help keep their mouths free of debris. Tell me about your characters and stories! One of my favorite things to do outside of running this blog is OCs and world building. Again, apologies for this being late. Tumblr doesn't timestamp when things come in so I just kinda guess?? I imagine it's been here for a while, my bad, I've been working out of order now. As always, let me know what you think and I hope you enjoyed!

#brian thomas #hoodie #matchup #creepypasta matchup #marble hornets matchup #hoodie headcanon