#i remember them being more based on the vibes as an au than anything else

[dreamypyon]

whewwwww old Den-O inspired magical girl designs i never posted omfg 😭

#kamen rider #kamen rider den-o #kamen rider den o #kr den o #kr den-o #magical girl #character design #original art #fanart fan art #momotaros #kintaros #urataros #ryutaros #gijinka #i guess?? #i remember them being more based on the vibes as an au than anything else

[vanishingcherry]

Hi! I see the requests are open so can I get social media au for Ollie Bearman with camille pidoux as the y/n face claim? (I'll drop the detail of request and the face claim's intagram on the next one)

based on this request. hii! thank you sooo much for your request, i absolutely loved the details and tried to make it as perfect as possible.

masterlist

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(EXTRA)ORDINARY LOVE

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olliebearman date nights with my love

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olliefan1 this is like a hair appreciation post

formula1forever its the way we dont even know what she looks like but everyone is already simping over her

↳ olliefan2 its her vibes... theyre captivatingly powerful

olliefan3 I JUST WANNA KNOW HER NAME PLS OLLIE

olliesmysterygf we love someone who loves books

For as long as you could remember, Ollie Bearman had been in your life. Your parents claimed that the two of you met in 4th grade, but you could swear you had known him much longer. It was as though your brain was engraved with images and stories from his childhood, his old picture-books being your main source of entertainment at his home.

The two of you were inseparable growing up. Everyone gave up at some point, your parents, teachers and even friends. You came as a set, and that didn't change when you started dating.

Admittedly, you had been hesitant at first. You loved him, there was no doubt of that. It was clear as day to the both of you as well as everyone else. He loved you too, more than he thought possible. But his career prospects meant he would be far away from home majority of the year. Quite simply, you were afraid he would forget about you one day, leaving you behind, heartbroken and alone. Even as friends you found it hard when he left, it felt like the other piece of you was no longer there.

However, in classic Ollie fashion, he managed to convince you. Alongside a plethora of gifts and little notes, he made a promise to never do anything to hurt you or let you forget your worth. Till date he had kept that promise, not once giving you reason to worry.

The two of you were older now, no longer little kids running around in the backyard after school, but the intensity of your love was the same. Although you couldn't be with him in person all the time, you cherished the moments you could. You went on dates all the time, simple and quiet ones, but they were incredible nonetheless.

Ollie would regularly take you to bookstores, feeding into your love of reading. He didn't read much himself, and was perfectly content sitting back and watching you pick out things to read, looking over the back cover before bringing them back for him to hold. He didn't mind, he'd do anything for you. You were perhaps one of the few people in his life who had never used him for his fame, never befriended him with the sole purpose of scoring passes to a race. It was why he had vowed to himself to never lose you, he understood how rare it was to find someone who cared as much as you did.

Another sign of Ollie being perfect was the fact that your cat absolutely adored him. The moment Ollie entered a room, your cat would forget about everything else entirely, although you understood why, you sometimes wished you could do the same as well.

You loved him, and he loved you. That was all you knew, and all you needed to know.

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yourusername a little bearman appreciation post (because no matter what, ill always love you)

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yourbff HIS HAIR IN THE SECOND PICTURE

↳ olliebearman ITS HELMET HAIR LEAVE ME ALONE

olliebearman thank you my love ❤️

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yourfriend you guys are so cute together!

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olliebearman so, so proud and so delighted to tell you that the love of my life got into cambridge! shes the genius out of the two of us, if you couldn't tell... i love you so much darling! ❤️

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olliefan4 CAMBRIDGE? DAMN RIGHT SHES A GENIUS

f2fan ollie is a genius too, he was smart enough to get the prettiest person ive ever seen

↳ olliefan5 yes bcs i want that pink sweater so bad

olliefan6 he brings her flowers that so sweet

↳ bearboy and the way the flowers match her outfit too like this man thought of everything

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olliebearman it seems you have found her... so i present to you the most wonderful person in the world- my girlfriend yn.

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olliefan7 not the emphasis on "my girlfriend" like that man knows were gonna try and steal her

yourusername thank you bebe

↳ olliebearman ❤️

↳ olliefan8 SHES COMMENTING ON HIS POSTS NOW

↳ olliefan9 yes cause we know who she is now

olliefan10 SHES SO PRETTY NO WAY

olliefan11 watch this account become a yn fanpage now bcs honestly i would do the same

#vanishingcherry #f1 x reader #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #ollie bearman #ollie bearman instagram au #ollie bearman imagine #ollie bearman fluff #ollie bearman x reader #f2 #formula two x reader #formula 2 x reader #formula two #formula 2 #ollie bearman x you #ollie bearman fic #ollie bearman fanfiction #ollie bearman blurb #ollie bearman social media au #arthur leclerc #fred vesti #leah writes ──⋆˚₊⋆ ๑

[ginxparker]

Hybrid Pokemon au (do not ask me how this would work, I ignore the cience behind this)

No right thoughts, just a idea 🤔

Soap is charmander (he has the fire powers, like his eyes get red, his skin starts to let vapor out, and his hair lights up on fire, who doesn't hurt him. His fingers are always black like coal, and he can shoot fire for his throat and hands. If you combine his powers properly, you can have a pretty invencible team).

Ghost is Pikachu (more because the eskeleton in his clothes remembers me how people used to be draw in the shows when recive a lightning. And of course, he has a soft and warm side like Pikachu - and super loyal - but when you meet him, he has is walls up for everyone - and Soap is going to be the first to demolishe them. His blue eyes would be yellow when he uses his powers, and normally little lightning dance around him, keeping everyone way for fear).

Gaz is squirtle (I can not picture anyone else in this role. Like the sun glasses and the lether jacket that the gang of squirtles uses give me Gaz vibes. He is the chillest of them all, but he + Soap is trouble in double. But Price always believes him and thinks he is a little angel who wouldn't do anything wrong. And a bonus would be Gaz love being in water, so he should always be shirtless and dripping around base. He probably uses more of his powers to control water nearby rather than create blast and storms from his own core).

Just a thought, probably not gonna evolve

#ghostsoap #call of duty mwii #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #pokemon #i used to watch pokemon when i was very little #so maybe not everything is right they are very different this days #ghoap #english is not my first language #soapghost #soap ghost

[worstloki]

do u have thorki fic recs?

yes, and I have not the mind to sort them much right now, but here you go

The Prince by astolat : Thor is not only inadvertently hilarious but also gets knocked up like a pro (graphic main relationship)

Entanglements by astolat : Hilarious but also surprisingly sweet ;-; + MONSTER DONG???????? (the fic basically starts after a sex pollen incident and doesn't get less graphic later)

Don't Leave Me the Way I Am by glayish : Thor is. Guilty? Yes. Ashamed? Yes. I know what you're thinking: Oh nooo, Thor is into men. Brodinsons being emotional wrecks. (graphic relationship, though mostly in the last chapter)

Loki like "ohhhhh I know what'll make Thor suffer. sex with me. heheh." and then he fails terribly. Happens a few times so : Loki Takes His Revenge by swimsalot, Failure by astolat, Better Than Ice Cream by astolat

Nine Pound Hammer by Bluebird_Rose : this one is pure crack/comedy. so many euphemisms. so many.

Weary and Wary by Erin_A2 : soft brodinsons set while Loki is in prison ;-;

Attention Seeking Behavior by Lokincest : Loki tries to help Thor with his injury, Thor pines. comedy.

small and little and held by Lokincest : BRO THOR WANTS TO BE THE LITTLE SPOON SO BAD

True Love Conquers All by amberfox17 : Maleficent AU solid fairytale vibes ! Soft descriptions, Thor is... warm.

Thor Gets Knocked Up in This One by thisdorkyficthing : pretty iconic behaviour on Thor's part, as you can tell by the title.

Thunder and Other Things by illwynd : Asgardian Thor Jotun Loki marriage AU where Thor gets 'knocked up'.

Trickster’s Gifts by Schaudwen. Loki gives Thor lady parts to learn a lesson. Then decides they should have secx before he returns him, except it’s Loki/Loki/Loki/Thor

Climate Change by glimmerglanger : Tony trying to solve a mystery about where Thor's storms come from which he really should’ve probably stayed away from

When Rules Change (working title) by MissisJoker : Incomplete and probably abandoned fic where Thor 1 and Avengers 1 never happened and both princes of Asgard are sent to Midgard to negotiate peace. Everyone favours Loki over his arrogant prat brother. Obviously. Not so ship-based.

By Fools Like Me by xWitchAlchemistx : Loki walks in on Thor receiving 'stress relief', and doesn't walk back out. Set on the Statesmen. Mildly graphic Thor/Loki relationship, honestly it's mostly kink

No Common Thing  by ravenbringslight : sup thor. why u going to a shapeshifter brothel. loki wants to know.

Beneath Your Bones by cloudsmachinations (spnblargh) : Post-Infinity War. In the wake of Thanos’s victory, Thor and the rest of the Avengers must stand together, or else fall apart like the rest of the universe. But when Thor, helpless with grief, returns to the Statesman in search of survivors, he brings something — or someone — back with him.

Through Frost and Thunder by xWitchAlchemistx : Thor makes Loki angry enough to use magic to swap Thor's gender and lock his powers as a temporary punishment. Thor tries to fix it himself and gets them both stuck in Jotunheim, where Loki's true parentage is revealed. It's going to be thorki eventually, but where it is currently is solid brodinsons psychology + miscommunication vibes :D

literally anything by @illwynd here let me just Under Snow, LMD, On Bare Skin, Fall at your feet, The Begonia Incident and of course I Remember a Shadow.

The Enduring Man by pennypaperbrain : But when Loki returns from the dead gaunt and hollow-eyed, raving about conquering Midgard, Thor realises that another, more sinister force has taken control of his brother. Set during the scene on the mountaintop in The Avengers.

Neutral Ground by rayemars : Thor is hairless bc Loki painstakingly uses a blade on him smh. weirdly works. graphic.

Caught in Our Own Creation by LadyVader : Whilst working a spell together to benefit their people, Thor gets trapped in a feedback loop of power too great to survive, and Loki finds himself — much to his surprise and long-buried delight — Thor's sole choice of rescuer.

Farewell, Silver Tongue by pennypaperbrain : lips stitched shut (they're kids)

Have Use of Me by pennypaperbrain : lips stitched shut (they're adults)

Tongues to the Flame by seidrade : auspicious, traditional night for Thor, but instead of looking for a different intimacy partner he asks Loki to stay.

this is not a romance by Ark : young thor and loki (have sex or die trope)

Hela Victorious by Rerin : not so ship-based but Hela takes Thor as a prisoner and Loki is like oh no you don't!!!!!

Discernment by Roshana : Thor and Loki appear at the end of a battle younger and without memories of recent years. They think the Avengers are attacking them and leave together. Not ship-oriented.

Looking for Something Dumb to Do by snack_size : aw man, What If? Party Thor and Jotun Loki must commit to a marriage to solve some harm they have caused. but bro I dont wanna get married to you bro :(

The Crown Prince and the Beast by triedunture : After a dreary, protracted period of negotiation, it was decided that the two Princes, both of whom were disappointments to their fathers, should be wed, thus ushering in a tentative peace between the two worlds. Loki and Thor who had no interest in getting married put off doing anything in the bedroom bc they don't want to be used for children lmao.

Kings and Queens of Promise by Cassy27 : The war between Jotunheim and Asgard has been long, brutal and bloody. After another battle, Loki is taken prisoner and made a spoil of war to Thor Odinson, Prince of Asgard. Thor is mean, but not going to force anything.

Fate Does Not Bend to Hope by slamncram : Loki died. Thor knows this. But he can't shake the feeling that something is haunting him, following his every step, trying to get something from him. From the other side of the veil, it's a problem Loki's having, too.

Tropic of Mercury by seidrade : this is just symbiote!Loki secx.

Symbiosis by illwynd : symbiote!Loki, again,

from the belly of the deepest love by maharlika : post-Ragnarok fake marriage (and you know this tends to go)

never doubt; by unintentionallyangsty : post-Ragnarok, 5 times Thor tells Loki that he loves him, and (+1) time Loki says it back. Not ship-oriented.

One for sorrow by thebookhunter : 400k which starts with Thor being horribly mean to him and cheating on his gf so Loki reasonably decides to catfish him.

Complicated Arrangements by CrazyKZ : A young Jotun Loki is sent to Asgard to prepare to be the spouse of Prince Thor of Asgard. Thor hates the blue abomination, but Loki is determined to succeed for the sake of his people. He identified as more of a male likeness, but Asgard is determined to make him a female-like queen. Loki just hopes he survives the whole ordeal, without killing Thor and his gang. That would be ever so tragic.

Along a Desert Highway by triedunture : both Thor and Loki are sent to Midgard without their powers as punishment for their misdeeds.

Also Built on Ruins by coyotesuspect : post-Ragnarok, some council decides the cleanest solution to the Loki Problem (inheritance laws and the way he's stabby enough to overthrow Thor) is to marry him.

Creeping Ivy by ravenbringslight : pre-Thor 1, what Happens When You Accidentally Throw A Fertility God Into The Middle Of A Complicated Magical Working (sex pollen/sex or die trope)

grandthorki where they're forced together on sakaar: The Bargain by days4daisy, keep me forever, tell me you want me by Lise, Gave You Every Piece of Me by charlottelennox , Brothers of Habit by Loxxlay (the last in the series beloved), you can set yourself on fire (but you’re never going to burn) by RiseHigh , I will kiss you till your breath is found by 100indecisions, Soothing Tensions by Loxxlay, A Lesson in Empathy by Teleri, the claim by days4daisy , we can take the right way out of here by AuroraWest, Keep It Complicated by hematiteasteroid, A Hundred Little Pieces by Red_Shadow_Wolf_19,

#fic recs #Thor/Loki #thorki #have fun :) #you didn't specify comedy or crack or more into brodinsons than thorki so i just threw a mix in #most of it is serious #and thorki #i really should work on organizing fic recs or something

[skyloftian-nutcase]

AAAAAHHH i didn't expect you to actually write something for it so omg thank you for the snippet! ❤️ i hope this was the trigger event that got wild on the course for proper treatment but OUCH. What a way for everyone else to find out about his previous injuries. And i hope that if anyone else was involved in the collision, that they're ok - for wild's sake, as i imagine the guilt would eat him up 😭

I love hyrule so much and hate (love) the fact he was the first to know this patient was one of the boys. It must have been so scary to stay professional but i bet he managed it if he was needed. I think of him (based on what you've written so far) as the kind of person to not shut down all his feelings in order to get on with the job, but that he just manages to reign it in enough to do what he needs to do, and maybe even his emotions actually help him. Like they kick him into high gear quick response mode and fuel his determination to do everything he can to save someone. Everyone has different coping mechanisms but he strikes me as the type to not repress, but make feelings useful. So then he emotionally crashes immediately after events rather than it being something that hits later. idk if this rings true to your feelings on him but i loved seeing him in this snippet and can't wait to see him more and the other's reactions too, if you ever add on more to that scenario!

(And hey, on that - i get so excited about even fragments of writing and i know others feel the same, so don't feel you have to make one cohesive chronological fic with all the gaps filled in. Just peering through the cracks at individual events is great especially as we know a loose timeline of when things happen. Jump around between past and present, it's cool! Be kind to yourself please, you're doing great!) 🌕

P.S. BUT WHO WILL FIX HIS BIKE?!!?!!!!??

Of course! :) Wild's issues can be fun to write, though I have to remember that Wild Angst is absolutely a thing that will open the flood gates, so I will hide behind Sky (and you) when it happens XD

It's definitely the trigger that gets them to realize Wild's "not right in the head, you ding dong what's wrong with you" antics are more serious than they thought. Which leads to investigating. Which leads to a certain surgeon remembering a certain patient. Ahem.

I love your take on Hyrule! That fits with the vibe I get from him. :D As you said, everyone copes differently! Legend copes with sarcasm and a tough exterior, not letting anything bother him. Wars copes by shutting off emotions to address later. Sky copes by not even registering that it's bothering him through sheer mental avoidance. Just to name a few. But Hyrule can absolutely use his emotions to push himself and be more determined than ever, even if it leaves him drained like he just ran a mental marathon afterward.

I'll eventually write this, it's definitely on the list of Plot Things That Will Eventually Happen! Alongside the rest of Sky's Crappy War Angst, Wars' Trip with PTSD, Cia Shenanigans, Legend's Darkest Secret, Sky Gets Sick and Gives Time a Heart Attack, and other highlights. :D

And thank you for the reminder, you're so sweet. <3 <3 <3 I know y'all are enjoying this AU so much and do occasionally need to be reminded that my hodge podge way of writing it is ok lol. I appreciate it so much. <3 <3 <3

#you ask skye answers #lovely moon anon #lovely anon #lu in healthcare #I have no idea who will fix the poor bike lol #the boys and I will have to figure it out

[moldcursed]

concepts / AUs that i currently have brainrot for 💃🏻💃🏻 :

anything pre-biohazard! i want to explore more of ethan’s life before all that ✨ trauma ✨, tbh. like, literally anywhere in that timeline : before mia’s disappearance, during, etc. i’m here for all of it.

ethan actually becoming an agent of some sort after dulvey. idk, i just wanna write ethan being a badass in tactical gear, look away.

molded ethan and lycan ethan. that’s it, that’s the tweet. my fucked-up little moldy monster man. i am a shameless monsterfucker, and that is that. anything in those verses. i literally am begging. also, the amount of spice headcanons i have for these....

tbh, the mere THOUGHT of an au where ethan becomes one of the lords. i haven’t worked out the technicalities there yet, but WHATEVER. it’s a vibe.

one of those cliché trope AUs where ethan’s an IT guy ( he’s a systems engineer in canon, so this isn’t THAT far of a stretch ) and he has to help someone else’s muse with their computer bc they’re struggling with it , and it just turns into the person trying to find excuses to keep bringing it back to them bc obvious reasons.

college au. gimme. grabby hands. i’m not even adding any more details than that, i’m just a sucker for these.

dbd verse, but ethan’s a killer instead. no thoughts, only this fucked up mold monster ethan that can’t really remember much from before the entity took him, just vague flashes of memory.

a quiet place! i’m so obsessed with that movie and for what, and uhhhh,,, it’s not that much of a stretch to imagine that happening in a resi setting, tbfh. 

literally ANYTHING in my rdr / western verse! for backstory of that verse, ethan decides to go and look for mia after she leaves him ; he ends up in lemoyne, involved with a gang called the hound wolves. he’s a pathetic little outlaw, but he’s doing his best, your honor! he’s a decent shot, if nothing else.

far cry 5 verse, my beloved. ethan ends up in hope county because ONCE AGAIN, mia is involved in shady shit ( ahem, eden’s gate ) and he goes looking for her and gets mixed up with the resistance.

do not judge me for this, but ... among us au. like, that shit has so much potential and for WHAT. i fucking adore space shit, y’all  ( and i literally just started playing the game for the first time, and uh yeah. no judging me, i beg. )

i technically have a marvel au too, where he’s a mutant with mold abilities so uhhhh... do with that what you will. it’s heavily based in fx’s legion, but it can work for anything marvel or dc, tbfh.

#— * ❛ she’s beauty she’s grace she’ll punch you in the face. ╱ ooc. #// i gotta make a wishlist tag but yeah whatever. we're coasting on vibes. #// this is so LONG and i am so sorry shgkjshgkjghk #// anyway do NOT judge me for any of these. none. #// i have brainrot and i have to write it down before i forget or whatever. #// i adore making new verses and AUs okay. like... on my old blog... i had over 20 verses and that's that.

[swordofsun]

I posted 3,394 times in 2022

That's 2,656 more posts than 2021!

153 posts created (5%)

3,241 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 1,745 of my posts in 2022

Only 49% of my posts had no tags

#wheel of time - 226 posts

#wot book spoilers - 136 posts

#the boys - 104 posts

#the boys spoilers - 88 posts

#wot on prime - 80 posts

#spnwin - 57 posts

#stranger things - 42 posts

#the winchesters - 38 posts

#the magnus archives - 36 posts

#leverage - 35 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#then dean and cas talked about his deal with the empty and carefully held hands as we closed on them starting to research how to fix things

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

There should be one of those reblog game things where we just say The most fucked up scene from Animorphs that still lives in our heads. Occasionally coming out to remind you that those books were Fucked Up.

Mine would be the time Marco almost got stuck as a flea and only managed to partially de-morph so he was a human sized flea and Cassie had to gently hold giant flea Marco and talk him through his panic attack so he could finish de-morphing.

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#4

Okay, @wigglebox wanted me to post this over here and they would follow up with their bonkers dutch angles stuff.

This is a "what the fuck is Dean doing in The Winchesters" theory. It takes Chuck Won as a given and is based on how insanely meta s15 was on top of the show being meta a fuck + the SPNWIN preview and the couple of scenes of tv static + Cas literally being narrative breaking + general vibes.

At some point after the end of 15x18 and the beginning of 15x20 Dean literally stepped out of the narrative. What we're seeing is Chuck's POV. This is the ending he wanted, the ending we never really got to see but that Becky hated so damn much. (Becky the audience insert that is given an absolutely lovely life to show how much the show cares for it's audience.) The Dean we see is a Chuck puppet or illusion of some sort.

Chuck may not have realized Dean stepped out of the narrative.

The real Dean, The True Dean, is off to the side. Just out of sight of the camera, watching it all go down. He can't effect anything because Sam and other Dean (if there even is an Other Dean) just go through the motions. Even more disturbing if it's like in Heaven when someone steps out of the memory and everyone else just continues on like they're there. There's no pie, no one on the piece of rebar, just Sam reacting as if there was. No one driving the Impala, just Chuck controlling everything.

Cas was literally narrative breaking. He didn't do what Chuck wanted and, through the power of love (an actual thing in SPN), Dean is able to make that step too. Just off camera where we can't see him watching.

So the Dean that we see in the SPNWIN preview is searching for the point where the narrative started. He's going back over his parent's story to figure out just when Chuck started actively taking an meddling role. With the end result a Cas rescue from the Empty and actually defeating Chuck.

(And possible AU where we get to see Mary and John without heaven's influence?)

139 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#3

Sometimes it still amazes me that Stellar Firma really said:

Some people can be so bought into the system that even when they acknowledge the problems they will refuse to admit the system is at fault (Enola)

Even the most die-hard of revolutionaries can get lost when shown the decadence of the ruling class (David 7)

The most morally corrupt person you know can learn empathy and take up the fight (Trexel)

The only ethical solution to end-stage capitalism is to put everyone in the escape pods and hit the self-destruct button

That was a show.

202 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#2

The important thing to remember about Rand al'Thor is that when he doesn't know what to do next he consults the prophecies that have been written about him for guidance.

The next important thing to remember is that while he's a giant nerd he's not classically trained so he'll jump to some wild ass conclusions.

The final thing to remember is that because he's Rand al'Thor he'll almost always be right about those conclusions.

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My #1 post of 2022

Yes, Harvey Dent is a Good Guy. That's part of his whole thing. He was Bruce Wayne's best friend and possibly the only honest DA in Gotham. He did good things and was a nice and honest person.

He's not Two Face yet! And even when he does become Two Face he's still a good guy approximately 50% of the time. That's where the coin flipping comes in. This is why Two Face is such an iconic villian and why you need a really great character actor foe the role. Once Harvey becomes Two Face the actor is essentially playing Two characters.

I'm so excited to see Misha sink his teeth into this role.

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[valleyfthdolls]

Steampunk guy again please talk about ur own AUs I'd love to hear it

steampunk guy omg hiii *twirling my hair* /j

ok so my main just sort of canon divergent au has a lot of not super interesting changes from canon but as it lacks an overarching story it's kind of just... well, canon divergence. (i always have aus like this.)

some of the major changes are in my writing of the characters, for the most part. i changed a few of their backstories for the sake of the au, which in turn changes their personality a bit. the big pointer here is amy, who- if you've seen my writing, this will sound familiar- was born on angel island, sent to south island at a young age, but on south island where she grew up, no one really knew what she was- most of her primary defining features were a dead ringer for a hedgehog, but aside from those, it was... very unclear what she really was. eventually the were kinda just like "eh, she's... probably a hedgehog" and growing up she was given the according care. however, she was a mystery to everyone else, and as a result, she grew up feeling alienated and constantly aware of what was "weird" about her. this insecurity was something she eventually got over in the company of her friends, but i do have a plan that if i could plot out this au, like, at all... i could write some sort of a subplot for some part of the story where amy looks deeper into her past and her origin.

amy is a bit more outwardly gentle, and very imaginative. i based her personality, to be honest, off the vibes i get from the song "everything at once". she has a natural capability for sheer strength as opposed to agility which most hedgehogs do, and thus she's actually trained with knuckles- who also has a great capacity for such strength- for most of her time with sonic and co. (4 years, having met them when she was 8.)

other characters i've rewritten a bit:

tails- tails is actually a kitsune, a mythical fox spirit known to be very intelligent and possess a vast range of magical capabilities. i'm not.. 100% on this, but i'm thinking that as he grows up and reaches more major milestones in his life he'd grow more tails (generally, a greater number of tails indicates an older and more powerful fox), and by the time he's an adult he'd probably have anywhere from 6 to all 9 tails. (my personal design for him also gives him distinct markings on his face meant to represent fox/kitsune masks. fun fact.) i feel like this kind of... almost adds a layer of irony to tails being bullied for his two tails, they were bullying him for something that indicated he was very special and very powerful, and... really, better than his bullies.

knuckles- closer to his movie counterpart, i guess. same backstory as the games, just that his personality (and my personal voice claim for knuckles, for some reason) is closer to the movie in comparison to modern depictions of him- he's more serious and goal-oriented, and not really accustomed to most other societies since he grew up alone.

sonic- sonic is. trans <3 he was abandoned by his parents outright at a very young age, young enough that he doesn't remember their faces or anything about them, but old enough that he remembers having had parents, and being abandoned and rendered a homeless orphan by them. he found his "home" in the wilderness, running around and just doing whatever to pass the time, and to fill that void. he grew to love animals and the natural world in general, and that's why he fights against eggman to protect it. my sonic is less of a hero, and more of just a teenager running wild for the rush of combat and not necessarily to protect everything because it's The Right Thing, but to protect what he cares about. he's just doing what he wants, and it just happens that because of his good heart, what he wants aligns with what's right most of the time.

cream- i don't.. actually know enough about cream to have any opinions on rewriting her. i just want to point out her sibling relationship with sonic it's underrated as fuck

shadow- i wrote a fic about shadow, but it's two thousand words of bullshit, so i don't really expect you to read it. basic rundown is that shadow was created in the 1940s rather than the 50s, and lived on the ark with maria for 3 years (having been created to be 8 years old and going through a vaguely normal life cycle) until maria's death, where he was imprisoned and held by GUN for 5 years until gerald was executed and shadow was locked away. shadow is sixteen in this au, because... i'm sixteen, i guess. (he's also an early 2000s emo teen and a porcupine.) as the ref sheet states, shadow is nonbinary (he/they/it/she pronouns usually used interchangeably), autistic, and has ptsd, depression and bpd. unlike in canon, he never works for GUN, because i never liked that. rather, he works on his own or with the aid of team dark. due to his bpd and ptsd, he struggles with making and maintaining connections with those around him and has a tendency to close himself off because he fears losing others or being abandoned. but he does care about his allies, and especially about sonic, who he has a very messy relationship with but is actually pretty attached to.

i think a main theme here is isolation and connection, which was only... slightly intentional? basically, fucked up misfit found family. it's like how in sonic 2, tails says that everyone thought his two tails made him a freak, but then he saw sonic save earth from robotnik, and he realized that sonic was weird too, but he was renowned as a hero, and that made him think that maybe being weird wasn't so bad. that's kind of what these kids are to me. they're all misfits in one way or another, and they kind of find solace in being different together, not being the only person that's not like everyone else. with shadow, isolation and connection is his whole thing- isolating himself from everyone else, but deep down not really wanting to be alone, and caring about the people he works with but struggling with the ramifications of those feelings. but that also was unintentional, i'm not even gonna try to take credit for it.

as for other aus, i have what is basically a sonic.exe sort of au inspired by doki doki literature club but. i'm not gonna explain that i have like 0% of the plot done.

there's my swap au/800mph au, which i'm not going to explain much of because, i'm writing a fic for it (800mph in the wrong lane), but basically, sonic is now the ultimate lifeform, shadow is a jaded hero who fights for th earth with the help of his adoptive sister- and robotnik's niece, for timeline purposes- maria, who spends most of her time in the hospital for an autoimmune disease i'm writing mostly based on CVID- or maybe SCID, i forgot which one i'd chosen to use as a reference for maria's symptoms- but just like most of her family is highly intelligent especially in robotics, and uses that to aid shadow and their allies. shadow is extremely afraid of maria getting hurt or dying and hmm i wonder if that's foreshadowing any sort of narrative parallel

aside from that, i just have random ass concepts rotating around in my head on a hot dog roller (like a sonic underground rewrite, pirate au etc.) but nothing coherent enough to talk about. i really wanna make a full pirate au tho-

#i also have a silly ff/sth crossover but that was really just so i could make my comfort characters from the books interact with sonic #and also... turn sarah into a villainous robot monster and force her to brutally attack and nearly maul her girlfriend against her will #OOPS #sonic au

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Do you have any song associations for Roxy or any of the gang? Or just what type of music they’d each listen to? You don’t have to answer if you haven’t anything solid to answer with, but I’m curious and thought this might be an interesting lil question to answer :>

I have a few for Roxy though nothing that fit her exact and are mostly AU related.

In terms of songs I think she would enjoy singing, I think "I'm Me" from Phineas and Ferb, "Be Prepared" from The Lion King and "We Are The Champions" by Queen are ones that come to mind pretty easy as well as "Fences" by Paramore and "Running With The Wild Things" by Against the Current. Other things I can see her singing are things like "Beggin'" by Maneskin and "I Could Be A Better Boyfriend" or whatever the name of that song is by I forget who, and of course, "Jenny" by Studio Killers is a great one. "She-Wrecks" by Ghost Bear could be a good one too maybe?

"The Mute" by Radical Face fits some of her Dogisms quite nicely I think. Specifically the beginning verse that's a nice one. "Snail" by Cavetown kinda fits and the "Honestly, I've had enough of looking at a dead man" lyric fits pretty well I think with the whole Foxy situation. "Rainbow" and "Monster" by Dodie are nice as songs about being different or acting in a way that seemingly makes her worse than everyone else and what not. "The Moon Will Sing" by the Crane Wives also matches some of her circumstances I think and maybe "Wolves of the Revolution" by Arcadian Wild too? Oooo "Howl" by the Family Crest would be good.

Thinking about this post I've also started associating a few songs with Roxy's relationship with other people which is interesting.

For the recent "Freddy and Roxy don't like each other" development, "Who Are You Really" by Mikky Ekko is a good one I think. I have this song lyric comic idea for the both of them with the lyrics from this song so that's fun. "Rules" by Hoosiers would be a good one for them probably. The lyrics of "one man falls another takes his place" also takes on a pretty neat meaning here.

I like "A Good Song Never Dies" by Saint Moel for Bonnie, possibly Bonnie and Roxy's relationship too, it's really neat. The song "Everything Moves" by someone I don't remember the name of is also a good song for him I think. I can see Chica and Roxy singing "Tongues & Teeth" by the Crane Wives though mostly because of an AU that focused heavily on their animal bases where it was a slowburn enemies to lovers kind of thing.

I can see Chica listening to "Back For You" by Duplex Heart. I associated it with an old Roxy AU and listening to it again, it's giving me really big Chica vibes.

A song with Sunny and/or Moon vibes is "Circus Hop" by YonKaGor if you want to go an angsty route though that has some very sensitive imagery in it and the video so make sure you read that warning at the start if you listen. It's really cheery but also really dark and I dunno it just lines up a bit

Monty gives me the vibe he'd sing Abba. Don't ask me why. I don't know. He just gives me big Abba singer vibes and also that he and Roxy would learn the dance from Dirty Dancing where they consistently switch roles throughout the dance, ending on her lifting him. I can't really explain why it's just a big mental image that's plagued me for a while lmao

You want a good one for the whole 'animatronic robots' thing? You want to feel some things from a song? "Turn Back The Clock" by Steam Powered Giraffe. There's some robo pain right there.

"Karma" by AJR also fits a few of them, same with "I Won't" and "Burn The House Down" and stuff. I'm starting to see a trend in the stuff I've been listening to lately I promise I have way more varied taste in music than this lmao it's just not all relevant I swear

Honestly, any song I listen to ends up a Blorbo song lmao. These are just the ones with the strongest connections. Oh also "Hellbent" by Mystery Skulls is a bop and is great for daydreaming some AU scenes, particularly a few with Vanessa in them.

Every song is a blorbo song if I daydream hard enough though I dunno. Does anyone have anyone else have any they'd like to share? We can all recc each other some music here it could be fun

#fnaf security breach #/chill #pop rox answers

[mallowstep]

I'm having so much fun asking about vamps AU, feels like a fitting way to mark one year of our friendship (don't know exactly when I first found you and started sending asks over anon but I do remember I started rereading DotC like on June 1st exactly so I propose that for our approximate friendship anniversary date) to go back to this dynamic where I constantly invite myself into your inbox with all my nagging curiosity. So, ok, ok, ok. I wanna hear some more about what Lion and Holly are up to. I don't have anything like specific to ask so you can tell me as little or as much as you want about the topics you want. Whether that's the relationship to either of their moms, their dynamic as siblings, how they feel about their brother's wife, Brambleclaw, fun facts about them, whatever.

i'm having so much fun answering it's like

inside my head:

hehehe briar is sooo good at playing the trophy wife (briar "ah yes time to kiss him on the cheek in a way that's actually a calculated political move" light) and ooohhh here they are being dorks and having fun

on blog:

right yeah so let's discuss territory boundaries and overlaps...

you get the idea XD

lion and holly!

holly is kind of working as a campaign manager for squilf. she's not at the meeting table (leaning harder and harder towards "she's vamp married to willowshine, high ranking member of riverclan's court"), so she's behind the scenes, and that's what she's been doing the whole time.

rn i'm thinking we'll have fic one (meet cute) & fic two (politics), so for fic one and prior, she's mostly chilling in rome and doing her job as like. a day to day member of vamp functioning.

rn i think lion is living in a houseboat. like he's just vibing. sometimes he sleeps for a whole ass week.

that and going on dates with cinderheart LOL. they're not courting (yet), but they do like to have fun together.

lion is EASILY closest to squirrelflight. while jay doesn't call her mom like holly and lion, lion is like. "yes. mom. mama. mother. i love her." he's the guy where you know he's a good guy because of how much he loves his mother*

*this is a joke please don't assume someone's character based on one trait you don't know what their life is like all feelings towards mothers are valid

holly is definitely in the middle. she's not super close with leafpool like jayfeather is (i'm also presently leaning towards jayfeather lives closest towards leaf, also he went to medical school), but she's not lionblaze either. her relationship with squirrelflight can be very clinical at times.

as siblings...holly and lion are way closer to each other than they are jay, altho that's a product of proximity more than anything else. the three of them are all pretty close, but in the distant way immortality tends to have on relationships. like they're permanently siblings in their twenties. (they're also pretty young for vampires.)

holly also thinks lion is a bit of a freeloader.

holly loves briar! she definitely is a bit more removed from human society than both lion and jay, so she's kind of...a little weird about it? it's a subtle quality of "oh it would be so much fun to buy you some dresses so you look nice! you're so cute!"

token human stuff.

lion doesn't have a strong opinion, but in a positive way? like she's nice. she's fine. she makes jay happy. he is kind of jealous jay gets to have company during extended negotiations. he would like cinderheart to be sitting on his lap thank you very much.

(aside: there's definitely a smoke break quality to this all. briar has human needs after all. jay is absolutely leaving the room to take care of her and not at all to update holly on what's going on and get any feedback from her. he would NEVER do that.)

brambleclaw and holly are close, but he was distant with them as children and lion and jay haven't gotten over that. (he was way less distant w holly as well.)

(sobs i am thinking about bramble and holly again. he's SUCH an ass in bramblestar's storm but i think that's the one that has some really sweet bramble&holly reflections? anyway.)

also holly is the tallest

#ask #aerial-jace #vamp au #mine

[calehenituseappreciation]

Ive seen a lot of Dream (and usually Techno and Phil too) as gods au (i have one too dw) but all of you are sleeping on the funniest option.

Tommy is the god.

Tommy.

hes the only one in that galaxy (other than drista ofc)

Just imagine how fucking funny it is like 

it would be so fucking hilarious

and tommy just doesnt tell them

so techno is just there making all these blood god jokes and jokingly telling tommy to serve him and tommys just laughing

imagine a god in the form of a chaotic 16 year old racoon gremlin just walts into your land commits arson and gets banned, only to come back with another person who he helps start a nation for drugs?

imagine how fucking funny it is

just

imagine tubbo banning a literal god from his lands and he just doesnt come back? he just plays by the rules? then goes and like sits in the corner all sad because some humans/dreamons told him to leave

ranboo, just joining the server: hi-  a chaotic gremlin god: wanna commit arson with me?  ranboo, just trying to vibe and maybe not disturb this god: sure 

Phil and Ranboo recongnize Tommy as a god on sight.

Everyone else just refuses to believe it. hes Tommy. Tommyinnit. hes just weird lol

And Drista being a fucking chaotic blood god? 

drista is open about her godhood and does not hesitate to spawn blocks

Drista finds Dream and decides she likes this small human, and dream just has to deal with it lmao.

drista and tommy are both born at the same time.

Tommy is a god of music, chaos, war and theivery (the last one bc he is a BITCH)

Drista is the blood god, chaos, deception, and theatre

okay but imagine the sbi interactions... like ig in this au tommy joins at like 12/13 years of age (in their minds) so he doesnt really grow much 

and like tommy, a literal god, just claiming phil as his father???

phil, in his house making eggs, assuming one of his sons woke up and came to the kitchen, not looking: hey son  tommy, from their couch, already deciding hes phils son now: whats up dad? phil: looks up at tommy who are you tommy: idk dad, who am i  phil: *stares at tommy for a second* eh i made extra eggs you can stay 

ASJIDGASUIOG IMAGINE TOMMY TELLING THEM HES A GOD BUT THEY THINK HES JOKING AND IGNORE HIM

everyone on the server: tommy is the youngest! tommy, as old as the universe: no im not!!!! im not a child!!!! he doesnt pout because pouting is for children and hes not a child but hes pouting tubbo: lol im older than you by a month tommy dont try to hide it tommy: im not a child!!!! techno: laughs

tommy doesn't try to hide that hes a god just its tommy

thats all the evedince anyone needs to think tommy isnt a god or powerful its like mcc hes good but only when he doesnt throw for content

quackity: sees drista written in bedrock lmao drista visited? tommy: yeah! i wrote that for her!  quackity: snorts yeahhhh sureee tommy

imagine like how fucking funny it is jsut like 

a fucking chaotic god breaks into your house androbs you makes a room under your house and decides to live in your floorboards

imagine dream like trying to manipulate tommy, and tommy a fucking anchient diety immeditly recongnizes what hes doing

but decides to play along for the angst and giggles and then actually gets mad when no one fucking cares for his theatrics

tommy, storming off to technos base to rob and build under: >:///// cant believe none of them acknoledged my  deppression 

i love that tommy stills robs everyone, he doesnt need to he can spawn in anything he wants

he just does it for the sport of robbery

JAKOGFSDOH

THE HOLY LAND

dream: im god actually tommy: thats so fucking funny lets make a cult about that :)  dream: see! look! im god! and jesus!  tommy: wheezing

imagine tommy getting stressed and letting go of his mortal form

Tommy, his human form peeling away, showing his actual form a bit: WH̸͘A͠T̷ ̶̢T͞H͢E ̡͘F̴̵͘Ù̧C͜K҉ ̶T͘͜͞E͟CHǸ͏Ǫ  Techno: HAH?

tommy just saw tubbo and got emotionally attached

Tommy, a literal god: hello Tubbo: oh hi do you like my pet bee? Tommy: you’re mine now Tubbo: im okay with this

tommy, a bored god: gives techno shapeshifting powers  techno, not even caring: changes into more human to pig-ishg forms as he wishes this is my life now ig 

phil lets tommy do fuck all in exile bc he knows hes a god hes fine

phil: IDC IF YOURE A GOD! YOU WILL DO THE DISHES NOW YOUNG MAN! tommy: grumbles but does them

phil is the only one who can control tommy

god... tommy... with star freckles... on his human form... (as well as his god one)

tommy: f̷͛͠a̵̋t̵̒̑h̸̚e̶̓͝r̸͊ ̸̐̒i̴ ̸̅̿d̷̉͆o̵͂͋ ̵̛̆ñ̸̾ő̶́t̸̎́ w̶͆͘i̴͠s̵̓̈́h̸͗́ ̵̯͗f̶͋́ő̴͑r̷̐̌ ̶͝é̵̽g̸͊͂g̵̒s̷͂̃  phil: idc, eat your goddamn eggs tommy: pouts

tommy, despite being able to get supplies himself by fucking spawning them in: hey tubbo? we need supplies 

In this au ig like if a god claims you you get a mark on your skin showing that. Drista’s would be like a green crown, Tommys would be a red and white disk (white as the outer ring and red as the center) (its different enough that if you don’t realise tommy is a god you wouldnt realise whos it is) (schlatt is the only one who never had one which shoulda been a sign dude :/)

Dream has two from the beginning, everyone else has only one, well until they meet drista. (sbi have had one since they met tommy, though they dont remember the first time they met tommy)

wait what if tommy like found them all as children one by one and later kinda pulled some strings to get them all in one kingdom. (he still joined sbi through forcing phil to adopt him) 

OKAY BUT IMAGINE IF TOMMY MET TECHNO WHEN TECHNO WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO NOT REMEMBER

tommy would hang out with baby techno and tell him stories

once he told him the story of a man named thesus

another time he told him the story of a blood god

like for example tommys first time meeting techno would be like

(for context techno lived in a shitty village and was an orphan and it was kinda a dog eat dog place, he learned how to be strong because of it)(he was young enough that he doesn’t remember this well, just like learning about the blood god and someone giving him gold)

baby techno: sighs tommy, appearing out of nowhere: oh heyyy whyre you sad? techno: jumps turning around with a knife up ready for a fight who are you tommy: im tommy! :) techno: what do you want from me! you dont scare me! tommy: whats your name! techno: i have a knife! i'll use it! tommy: of course, thats a given, but its rude not to tell people your name techno, confused: t-technoblade? tommy: smiles thats a nice name techno: so. tommy: hm? techno: why're you here tommy: i don't have a reason. im just a traveller! techno: then why hole to this terrible village! theres nothing nice here! everyone is terrible and so are you! tommy: hmmmm i dont agree techno: what are you? a child? i thought adults were supposed to know that everyone is mean tommy: mmhmm looks at the bruise on technos face where'd you get that? techno: fight. i won. i'll win against you too! so don't try anything. tommy: of course. i would never win in a fight against a blood god techno, putting down his knife a bit, stars in his eyes: blood god? tommy: grins blood. god. i think she'd like you. techno, muttering: maybe i can give the blood god some of your blood tommy: laughs yeah, she'd defenitly find you intresting tommy: here tosses techno a golden crown at techno, he spawned it in in the moment techno: whats this? tommy: a crown, thought it suit you screams in the distance tommy: huh. i need to go. have fun lil piglin. ruffles technos hair before running off towards the screaming unbeknownst to the pig the blood god was actually the one waiting for the god he met. techno: stares at the crown 

Techno found a pouch of gold in his ‘house’ later that day. he didnt know who left it but it helped him get food for that night. (he kept the crown)

okay but imagine tommy not taking the war seriously at all, and only seeing it as a squabble between mortals, Like toddlers fighting

dream: SURENDER BY TOMMOROW OR WE'LL DECLARE WAR! wilbur: FUCK YOU WE'LL NEVER SURENDER AND JOIN YOUR SMP! Tommy: how cute

tommy doesnt realise that theyre serious until wilbur dies

tommy would usually go apeshit against anyone who dares messes with his humans, but what is he supposed to do when his humans are fighting Eachother?

wilbur: fucking goes insane and dies  tommy: hey- hey can you guys let me talk to wil for a sec? everyone else leaves tommy, unsually somber: sorry i didnt help you i forgot how easily breakable mortals are tommy: this time you wont die, and i'll make it so that you dont break again, okay? tommy: brings wilburs soul out of its body and enters his mindscape ghostbur: wakes up what- where am i? tommy: hi there ghostbur: who are you tommy: i go by a lot of names all, one, you, the world, the universe, god, but you can just call me tommy ghostbur: oh okay. who am i? tommy: you're name was wilbur soot. you were the son of philza minecraft and brother to Technoblade, Tubbo and myself. ghostbur: was? tommy: well you see, you died. ghostbur: oh... well what am i then? tommy: a ghost! well actually its your choice. would you like to continue your existance or fade away with your body? ghostbur: i dont want to fade away! tommy: smiles thats what i thought you'd say stretches his hand to wilbur ghostbur: grabs tommy hand tommy: lets go home

ghostbur doesnt remember that though

he only remembers the good

tommy wont let him remember the bad, what if he breaks again? mortals are so fragile

phil realises what tommy did as soon as he sees ghostbur 

drista, painting tommys nails (there both in god form btw) (after wilburs death btw): tommy shouldn't you of all gods realise how fragile they are?  tommy: i know just... forgot  drista: sighs and nods i get what you mean, especially with the ones we found... they act a lot like gods sometimes i forgot they arent  tommy: ikr? wait- drista here gets drista's hair out of her face you were gonna get it on my nails, anyways, don't judge me. we all know if dream died you would turn him into a ghost too drista: smirks not if you do it first, we all know you would tommy: you say that as if you wouldn't fight me to do it first  drista: .... tommy: ... drista: both of us when he dies? tommy: nods tommy: anyways my turn to do your nails 

or like tommy with ghostbur like

ghostbur: i don't like this :( tommy, a worried brother and god: whats wrong? ghostbur: everyone is mad at me and i d-dont know why- why are they mad at me tommy: theyre mad at something alivebur did ghostbur: b-but im not alivebur sniffs it hurts. i dont like it. tommy: spawns in some blue here ghostbur: whats that? tommy: its some blue! it'll help you not hurt anymore! ghostbur: how does it work? tommy: see how its blue? ghostbur: nods tommy: well its blue because it sucks up all the bad feelings! it'll help ghostbur: !!!!! ghostbur: presses the blue into his chest ghostbur: !!!!its working!!!! :D tommy: smiles good

wilbur fucking died and tommy went from annoying little brother to caring older brother

tommy just wants to help his brother :) though he doesnt realise that not letting ghostbur remember bad memories isnt good

*at logsted shire btw* ghostbur: who are you? tommy, chuckling: did you forget me already ghostbur? ghostbur: i didnt forget you! i think! you're tommy! i just... you're different tommy, looks over at ghostbur: different how? ghostbur: you're not normal are you? tommy: grins whaaaaat? you think im weirdddd? how heartbreaking... my own brother thinks im weird, this is terrible ghostbur: giggles tommy: but really, don't worry about it bur. ghostbur: you sure? tommy: yeah, dont worry about me ghostbur: smiles okay! do you want some blue anyways? tommy: giggles sure! ghostbur: grins

ghostbur isnt worried about tommy

he knows hes strong

phil having to tell tommy that he cant just not let wilbur remember the bad memories

and tommys like "what if he breaks again!" and phil hugs him and tells him to at least ask ghostbur if he wants to remember and tommys like ‘fine’

tommy: hey bur? ghostbur: yeah? tommy: do you like you're memories? ghostbur: i mean, yeah its hard not to when you only remember the good tommy, quietly: would you want to remember the bad? ghostbur: w-what brought this question on tommy: answer the question ghostbur: no- alivebur was badi shouldn't want to- tommy: but what do you want bur? wilbur, silent for a moment: yeah- yeah i do. not that i like the bad memories! they hurt... but i wish i could remember tommy: ... ghostbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? ghostbur, with tears in his eyes: do you think they'd be less mad at me if i could remember, maybe then i could repair my relationships, what the hell am i supposed to do when i dont even remember hurting them? tommy: what if they dont? what if you break again? ghostbur, saltily: we'll maybe i'll be able at least be able to say i know why everyone hates me tommy: i know how to get all of your memories back ghostbur, looks towards tommy in shock: you do??? tommy: nods ghostbur, voice wavering: for how long tommy: since the beginning ghostbur: and you didnt tell me tommy: i did what i thought was best. i just didnt want you to hurt anymore. ghostbur, angrily: WELL THAT CLEARLY WORKED DIDNT IT? tommy: sorry wilbur, sometimes i forget how to handle humans ghostbur: what- tommy: sighs and taps ghostbur on the forehead and ghostbur does the ghost equivilent of passing out tommy: wont hide any memories this time

ghostbur doesnt wake up, instead wilbur wakes up weither thats good or bad we'll see

wilbur, waking up with all his memories: HOLY SHIT TOMMY WASN'T KIDDING phil, who was reading beside the bed tommy placed wilbur into, which was in technos house. yes he broke into technos house with a passed out wilbur. move on.: hm? wilbur: holy shit phil: huh? yeah. wilbur: wait you knew? phil: yeah i recongnized him as soon as i saw him about 5 years ago now? wilbur: excuse me while i freak out because my little brother is an actual god

it really hits wilbur that tommy is a god later

wilbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? wilbur: how fucking old are you? tommy: snorts of course thats the first thing you ask wilbur: well? tommy: i dont really know the exact years since years are kind of a human thing that were invented recently wilbur: they were invented thousands of years ago- tommy: but it was around the beginning of this galaxy wilbur, softly: what the fuck

tommy telling wilbur stories about different heros and villains and different humans he met during his life.

Adsjbffsg what if Tommy made himself blonde and blue eyed and white bc thats hyow the first human he met looked like asjfhsd

and just didnt change that, despite meeting new humans, its just his defult settings.

he would totally do this tho im crying.

drista just based her human form off dream because she is his sister now. he must deal with this. trying disowning me when i look like you BITCH.

thats my take anyways later might continue this

#tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #drista #god au #technoblade #wilbur soot #ghostbur #dreamwastaken #tubbo #philza minecraft #long post #just needed to say this

[thetriggeredhappy]

recently rediscovered your blog and read the fic from your dad spy au where scout starts out as the "guard" and then becomes scout from there and lemme tell you that shit put me on some s-tier brainrot. like a cranial decay type beat.

i had a concept in my head that instead of being hired as a guard, he could have been hired as a right hand man to the administrator like pauling, because i think hed be awesome in that position. like imagine having a personal merc who can get in fast and out even faster. but maybe he would stay in the base like the rest of them, sort of like a secret on call intel gatherer, who also maybe sometimes has to dig a couple graves. and also like, nobody on the team expects anything from him at first because its this 20 year old newbie kid. hes dressed in his formal clothes and he talks like somebody from relatively around boston but not quite. i can just imagine one day he comes back during a team dinner with his shirt half untucked and stained with blood, hair disheveled as he asks soldier if he can borrow his shovel, or him debriefing them for a mission when miss pauling is busy. same vibe as the fic i mentioned before but scout gets to have a job as cool as miss paulings. honestly id write it myself if i didnt have the attention span of a fly

anyways your scout content gives me life thank you

scout teamfortress but 20% more competent standing next to miss pauling teamfortress while she's doing her job and doing like silly quips and otherwise contributing nothing like it's a buddy cop film is literally my fucking ideal

(warnings for some canon-typical violence)

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“Oh, Pauling, it’s good to see you again,” greeted the chairman, smiling in an imitation of a grandfather and clasping her hands perhaps too-kindly considering she barely knew him. “Young as ever, and still so stylish, I see. And who’s the new fellow?”

“He’s just here to help with transport, Mr. Montgomery, nothing unusual,” Miss Pauling replied, returning his smile and adjusting her glasses. “Heavy cases, you know how it is.”

“Of course, I remember you almost toppling clean over last time we made a trade!” Montgomery agreed, frowning at the memory. “You’ll pull a muscle that way, better to be careful. It’s a pleasure to meet you, young man. And your name?”

“Mr. Normandy, sir,” the new kid replied easily enough despite his slight East Coast accent, giving the man a firm handshake, expression neutral and stony, the picture of professionalism. Internally, Pauling breathed a sigh of relief.

“Firm grip there, young man,” Montgomery praised, nodding approvingly. “Tennis player, perhaps? Or golf?”

“Baseball, sir,” he replied, still evenly. “First baseman.”

“Ah! Of course! Were you any good?” Montgomery joked.

“At everything but playing in front of the crowds, otherwise I’d be in the major leagues,” he replied, tilting his head just slightly to imply that he was joking, his sunglasses glinting at the movement, and Montgomery barked a laugh.

“I like this one, Miss Pauling!” Montgomery said, and Pauling just barely caught herself from physically relaxing at it.

“We do too, Mr. Montgomery,” she agreed. “I was under the impression that you’re very busy today, so we won’t keep you for too long, we just wanted to sort out the final details surrounding the manufacturing rights for the—“

“—Pacific Northwest branch, up into British Columbia and Alberta, of course,” Montgomery agreed, nodding faintly. “Of course, of course.” He turned to regard his own man in a dark suit, the one standing to the right, who appeared to be unsuccessfully trying to stare down Normandy, who was completely ignoring him. “My briefcase, please.”

The man handed over the briefcase, and Montgomery put it on his desk, opening it and pulling out a sheaf of papers. “All our requests are submitted and approved, at this point we just had a few dustbins to take care of regarding initial percentages and making sure everything is wired to the correct accounts, which names are undisclosed, things like that,” Pauling explained as he glanced through the papers.

“Right, right, everything looks good here,” the man murmured, nodding to himself, sending his long-white hair just ever-so-slightly out of place. “I’m assuming these more sensitive documents should be sent some way besides through the mail?”

“If you finish them today I can take them with me, otherwise either me or Mr. Normandy can return to pick them up at your convenience,” she replied, to which Normandy gave a singular nod.

“Oh, it would only take me a short while,” Montgomery said, waving a hand. “We have a lovely lounge just down the hall from here if you’d prefer to wait there, it should only take me ten, fifteen minutes at most. In the meantime, I do believe there’s also the manner of payment for services rendered.”

Miss Pauling tilted her head just slightly to one side, confused.

“I arranged with Helen already,” Montgomery explained, not looking up from where he was initialing a few things. “The payment, rather than being wired, she asked to be made in material investment. A venture of mine from years ago that she’s willing to sit on. Rather than gold or bonds, she agreed to take some old currency of mine that my family collected, from early 18th century New Zealand and Australia. Monetarily it’s worth around the same, and I’m quite a bit attached to it to be entirely frank, but it was at her request to buy the whole collection from me, and after years of the work we’ve been doing together, well, I’d never trust it with anyone else.”

He gestured to the other man, the one on his left, who stepped forward to hand him a manila envelope, which he passed to Pauling.

“Inside is both keys, the door alarm codes, and all other security information for the building where the collection is being stored. They’ll ask for a few codes and confirmation of identity, only because several other art collections and artifacts are being stored there by other affluent individuals such as myself.”

“Thank you, Mr. Montgomery,” Pauling said, taking the envelope gratefully.

“Think nothing of it, my dear. Helen talked me into it all her own,” he said easily enough. “Now, gentlemen, if you would let Miss Pauling and Mr. Normandy into our lounge? I should have these wrapped up before any of us can even think about lunch, eh?”

One of the suits showed the two of them through the doors and down the hallway, through two doors bracketed by similar suits who simply nodded politely at Pauling and ticked their chins at Normandy as they passed them.

Normandy posted up beside the door for all of three seconds before they shut and Pauling pulled her glasses up, rubbing at the bridge of her nose and making a vaguely distressed noise. He then promptly relaxed, instead leaning his hip against an armchair probably worth the same amount as a small car. “So, uh, we’re glad that he’s giving us a bunch of commemorative coins from when dinosaurs still walked the earth?” he asked just below normal speaking volume, eyebrows raised.

“Yes. Very glad. Because unlike about six people total on the planet, he hasn’t figured out yet how valuable those are.”

“What, is a picture of a kangaroo on some copper really gonna make up for a couple hundred thousand American dollars?” Normandy asked, sounding doubtful.

“Not copper. Something else,” she replied. “I can’t tell you much more about it other than that, but these coins are made of something priceless to us. And to the Administrator.”

“…Love? Memories? The magic of family?” he joked, cracking a smile, and she rolled her eyes, moving to open the envelope and start reading the papers inside. “Hey, uh, not to question whether my job should exist, but what the hell am I doing here, exactly? Besides carrying a briefcase. Like, chivalry isn’t dead but I really don’t think you need me carrying your bags and holding the door for you.”

“You’re helping with security, basically,” she replied, adjusting her glasses to squint at tiny handwriting about the collection. “Mr. Montgomery is trustworthy, but he mostly hires out to… well, people like us. His security detail is mostly people we’d rather have screened, freelancers, stuff like that. A lot of people we contract out to are like that. Most of them have heard about me and know better than to try and pull something, since I can hold my own pretty well, but if they haven’t, seeing a second person might persuade them to think it over again.”

“Oh, so I’m like, uh, when it says ‘tow zone’ next to the no parking signs even though nobody checks, or when they’ve got a camera in the corner of the store that isn’t even plugged into anything,” he said, and the looked up at him, confused. “Like, uh, what’s the word… I’m a casual deterrent.”

“Sure,” she said, because it sounded like he knew what he was talking about, shuffling the papers back away and closing the envelope again, making a note to ask the Administrator if she should change their current containment procedures to be closer to Mr. Montgomery’s. “Just… if there’s a fight, you deal with it, otherwise you just stand there and look like you’re paying attention.”

“That’s what the sunglasses are for,” he agreed. “I was blinking morse code at the guy across from me literally the whole time.”

“You know morse code?” Pauling asked, surprised.

“Just the alphabet, ‘S.O.S.’, and ‘ass’.”

She rolled her eyes again, and that’s when the door opened.

She expected Mr. Montgomery, not one of the men in suits. “Excuse me, both of you, if you don’t mind,”the man said, accent having the slightest English tilt to it, a Londoner if Pauling had to guess. “You’re Miss Pauling, the Mann Co. affiliate, yes?”

“That’s me,” she agreed, hesitant, and glanced at Normandy.

“I’m afraid there’s been a mistake. Mr. Montgomery have you the wrong envelope on accident,” the man said apologetically, extending a hand forward. “We apologize for this unfortunate mix-up, it’s really quite embarrassing, but those documents are sensitive and we’ll be needing to see them back now.”

Pauling looked at him, and within a moment, shifted her expression. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” she agreed, nodding. “No, right, of course. These aren’t the papers for the currency collection?”

“I’m afraid not,” the Brit agreed, head tilting just slightly, hand still extended, moving a fraction further forward.

“Well, thank goodness we figured out now and not with us halfway back,” she joked, and moved to hold the folder closer to her body. “I’ll take this right back to Mr. Montgomery, then.”

“He’s sent me to correct the error,” the man explained simply.

“Right,” she said, and saw in her periphery that Normandy had already started sneaking a hand in towards his primary, clearly having pieced together something she was only suspecting. “We can bring this to his office, then, right down the hall.”

“You misunderstand,” the man said, taking a step forward again. “I’ll be taking it to his office myself.”

“That’s funny,” Pauling said. “I didn’t realize you had clearance to be in there. Or to be carrying a semi-automatic instead of a standard handgun.”

The Brit reached for the semi-automatic, and before he could even get it out properly, Normandy hit one clean shot to the side of his head and another to his thigh, sending him crumpling to the ground.

Pauling had only as far as pulling her own handgun free, thumb on the safety, and breathed a sigh of relief, glancing over at Normandy, shifting to more comfortably hold her gun. “Quick reflexes,” she noted.

“Just noticed a lot sooner, maybe,” he shrugged, stepping forward to glance over the body, tucking his gun back away.

“What was your hint?”

“He’s here to give us the right folder, yeah? Well, why were his hands empty, then?”

She was just starting to nod and realize that as well when a second man shouldered through the door, holding a gun at the ready. Normandy scrambled to draw his own, but Pauling fired a shot into his knee, shoulder, and neck to send him dropping before he was even close. “There’s quick on the draw, and then there’s prepared,” she said pointedly. “Gotta think of if there’s more than one, new guy.”

He nodded, and drew his gun again, bending to hit the guy on the ground at the temple hard enough to knock him out if he wasn’t unconscious already. He then glanced up at the sound of a shout from the other side of the door, two men shouldering through, guns drawn but lowered. It was only the firm eye contact they made with both her and Normandy that made her pause the millisecond it took to realize these ones weren’t trying to kill them.

“Pauling, what on earth is going on here?!” Montgomery demanded, entering the room and staring with wide eyes at the bodies on the ground. “What could’ve possessed you to—“

“He was trying to run off with these documents,” she explained quickly, gesturing with the envelope. “He knew whatever was in here was valuable.”

“He drew his gun, sir,” Normandy added, tipping his head down towards the body, and Pauling glanced down as well and found herself a little surprised. He’d rearranged the man just slightly, apparently, adjusting the arm to be holding the gun a bit further outward. “Other one was aiming to kill.”

“My, my,” Montgomery tsk’d, shaking his head as he surveyed the scene. “What a mess. My apologies, Miss Pauling, Mr. Normandy.”

“It’s alright, but you need to start doing more thorough checks on your staff, Mr. Montgomery,” Pauling stressed.

“He’s only been here two weeks, sir, he was one of the men we hired in a hurry after the incident last month,” one of the bodyguards said, and Montgomery shook his head.

“Thank goodness nobody was hurt,” he sighed. “Mutiny, and besides that, they’re bleeding on my carpet. Here are those papers, Miss Pauling—what a day, eh?”

“It’s really alright, we handled it,” Pauling assured him, giving her bravest smile, a little exasperated now.

“Right, right, you and the first baseman,” he agreed, and Normandy fought back an actual smile.

“If you’d like, we can take care of those for you,” Pauling said, gesturing at the bodies. “To pay you back for the carpet and the scare.”

“Sounds fair to me,” Montgomery agreed, clearly relieved.

-

“My dad’s gonna be pissed, by the way,” Normandy was so helpful as to say on the way back up the path to the base. “And you’re fielding that.”

“About the suit, or the fight?” she asked, glancing at his clothes where he was somewhat covered in a fine dusting of mud and grime from the gravedigging, shovel still in his free hand.

“Both. Mostly the fight. Your fault for saying it’d be an easy one to start with,” he said.

“If it was going to be that much of a problem, you wouldn’t have gotten this job. I’d just have made you go do dishes all day or something,” Pauling replied.

“Point taken,” he said, walking ahead to get the door, holding it open for her. “Wait, we’re allowed to mention what we do, right? Just not names?”

“Or locations, even with travel distance. Round up to the hour if it comes up,” she replied.

“Sure, sure,” he agreed, trailing a step behind her as she led the way through the base.

In the common area, there was a bit of a ruckus happening. Soldier, Heavy, and Demo appeared to be having some kind of arm wrestling competition on a rapidly-toppling table, the Engineer was on a stepstool trying to fix the ceiling fan, and Sniper appeared to be half-watching the beginnings of an argument between Pyro and the Spy regarding use of the oven as Medic patched up a burn on his arm.

“Hullo,” Sniper greeted the two of them, sounding a little bored, Medic giving them a brief, polite nod. Normandy’s eyebrows were raised pretty far as he surveyed the room.

“Hi, Sniper,” she greeted in return, then cleared her throat, raised her voice. “Team meeting in five minutes! New mission for next week!”

Groans from the room at large, the eight mercenaries starting to finish up what they were doing and filing out. Spy moved over, glancing over Normandy and starting to talk to him in rapid-fire French, picking smaller bits of gravel off of his suit as they walked.

“Alright,” she addressed the room, Normandy peeling off from getting mother hen’d by Spy to stand next to the blackboard with her. “Monday, you’re all going on a transport mission. Getting the truck from point A to point B with everything in the boxes intact. Already we’ve had to put up with some people trying to get ahold of these things, so bring your guns.”

“Oh, our guns, you said? Lads, this is a serious one, keep your heads on a feckin' swivel, she’s sayin’ we might even need guns, can you believe it?” Demo faux-gasped, and chuckled when Spy bopped him on the arm, rolling his eyes at the Scot's theatrics.

“Yeah, yeah,” she waved off, flipping through the papers a bit. “So Engie, I’ll need the keys to the truck, me and Normandy are going to be loading those tomorrow, all of you need to be at this drop point bright and early.”

“How early?” Heavy rumbled.

“Six. Hour and a half of drive from here.”

Some complaints from the room that she sighed at.

“Hey, hey, calm the hell down,” Normandy cut in, and she glanced over at him where he had his arms crossed and a stern look on his face. “You chuckleheads get to have all eight of you to unload the damn thing, me and Miss P gotta do all the rest of this on our own and probably kill twenty guys on the way there and back. She had to be up at 6 AM, workin’ since 7 AM, lunch break at noon and nothin’ else, and we just got back now at, what, fuckin’, 10, 11 PM? Any of you work her shift and then see if you even got the energy to complain about wakin’ up early, how about that?”

The room went utterly devoid of complaint or backsass. “Thank you, Normandy,” she said politely, and he just nodded once, glancing off to the side. “Anyways, anything new on this end? Spy, how are you adjusting?”

“Very well,” he said simply. “I have nothing pressing to say. Once I’ve been updated from the stock weaponry provided here to my requested preferred weaponry, I believe I should do just fine.”

“I see you already have Herr Normandy digging graves,” Medic chimed in. “Straight into the hard labor, ja?”

“Eh, hey, y’know, it’s why they keep us young people around,” he shrugged, grinning, and there was a brief uproar to drown out Medic’s entirely offended scoffing and Spy’s snort-laughing.

“Get ‘im, lad!” Demo cheered, and Normandy indeed looked fairly proud of himself.

“Monday, transport mission,” Pauling noted over the noise, writing it up on the chalkboard to hide her own smile from the room. “Normandy, you and me are doing the boxes tomorrow. Everyone on the same page? Good. Dismissed. Oh, and Pyro—stop taking the fire alarms down when they beep. They’re beeping because you light things on fire in the base. Do that outside.”

“Oh, hey, uh, helmet guy, All-American Beef,” Normandy called, and Soldier straightened up. “Here’s your shovel back. Gettin’ my own tomorrow.”


Soldier walked directly over to him, clasping a hand on his shoulder. “That’s a high honor, Cadet,” he said, tone grave. “Do not take this responsibility lightly.”

“I, uh, I won’t?” he said hesitantly, and blinked a few times as the shovel was carefully taken from him before it was promptly marched from the room in double-time. Only then did Normandy look over at her. “So he’s always like that?”

“You’ll get used to it,” she assured, dusting chalk from her hands. “You should get to sleep soon, we have to be up early.”

“Sure thing, Miss P.”

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #my fanfiction #dad!spy #father-son bonding au #shut up me #que? #in this au he picks a fake name like she does. later i think demo starts calling him norman and some of the others do as well as goofs #also apologies for montgomery i couldnt quite get away with not naming random rich guy. just barely scraped by with guards one through four #everybody talks

[miraclespin]

Okay so I remember you usually mentioning redesigns for Joker's parents and I'm pretty curious about what other headcanons you have on this version of them besides the whole white hair gene thing from his mom

I'm surprised you remembered that detail; it's been a long time since I brought that up in the server, hue! I'm also reconsidering that detail, since apparently he has an ancestor that looks almost exactly like him, named Jane Jones. (It was in a special manga chapter that was released to promote the 3DS game, I think; Lupin is also in it, and it is lowkey implied that he could also be Jack's ancestor, by way of him flirting with Jane when we first see them. I'd love to know more about it- I think Jack the Ripper is involved? But the odds of a proper translation happening now are... very low indeed...)

That said, his parents! Yes, before learning about Jane, I'd had him having the same hair as his mother, as well as the same eye color- but his father's general eye shape, as well as his fluffy hair... multiplied by a few degrees, heh. (Think of Jack's hair when he was younger, more so than when he gets a little older, and you'd have the right idea.)

Now that I know that his resemblance should come from his father's side instead, I've had to rethink about his mother a little bit. I still want her to have pale hair, but maybe not necessarily the exact same shade, because that'd be a bit weird. She's still at least half-Japanese, in order to make sense of a lot of Joker's favorite things being common amongst Japanese children, even when he's clearly implied to be from a Western country, that primarily speaks English. In canon, these details are surely just negligence on the part of the author and the people in charge of the anime (if you look at the official website, and translate Joker's profile page, you can see the list of his favorite foods: curry, hamburger steak, cola, potato chips, ramen, and I think sushi- Google Translate has them described as being "childish", if I recall correctly, which makes sense for a Japanese children's series protagonist, but less so for one that is apparently implied to be a Western foreigner).

Something I thought about changing was making her have vitiligo, instead, which means only a partial change in hair color; I changed the base color to a sort of warm pinkish shade, as well, so that she gives off a bit of a strawberries and cream sort of vibe- something that a young Jack would have found delightful. Desserts incorporating as much now remind him of her.

In regards to his father... I think I once had him being blonde, when I was considering early designs; his mother might've had dark hair at that time- but when I decided she had light hair, I eventually scrapped that idea and went with brown, for Reasons. Since I've acquired that new information, though, I've changed it to a dark, maybe purplish blue- once again for Reasons, that I mentioned earlier in this now-essay, hue. He has something of an angular eye-shape, though they're a bit more narrow than Jack's oversized puppy eyes- think something closer to Silver Heart's. They're also blue, but once again, more like Silver Heart's, down to even the strange pattern of the irises. (Can you see where I'm going with this?)

As for anything else... aside from ascribing a little bit of backstory for his mother (raised by a single mother; the result of a post-divorce relationship; has an older half-sister I sometimes use in AUs who basically hated her and is [usually] horrible to Jack in some way, even if it's not entirely intentional; the grandmother died when Jack was still young- well, younger), and even less so for his father (to put it bluntly, Silver Heart's own illegitimate son, raised by his mother and maybe a step-father, but with his biological father still involved in his life; probably also a thief [inspired by the many Wild Card AUs that y'all love so much], but mostly steals dangerous magical artifacts to either destroy them, or keep them out of evil hands), I didn't change much else about them. What little can be gleaned about their general personalities remains mostly the same; their voices and manner of dress are also mostly the same. Basically it is their faces- and maybe their builds- that are different. (Jack's dad is Tol, for Reasons.)

I have vague ideas about how they met and how they might've spent their lives (met in college in a country that was foreign to the both of them- Jack's dad is at least part Welsh, usually- worked together, started a business and got married, and of course had a kid), but nothing is really concrete. This malleability can be convenient, however, for a good AU jumping off point. Y'all know I got AUs of my AUs.

#Kaitou Joker #Mysterious Joker #Joker/Jack #HC: Jack/Joker #Headcanons #AUs #Jack's Parents #I am. So Sorry about the length of this sajhfadslkhfdsa

[transhoverfish]

ive been watching a bunch of ghost hunting shows lately and now im just thinking about the mercury II and/or aurora being haunted

BRO i actually have a ghost au that i never finished writing?? 4546b is DEFINITELY haunted!! i vibe with ghosts!! i might rework the au a bit bc i made it before bz released and rewrite it again sometime,,,, i keep adding to my subnautica fic pile 😔✊

WELL ANYWAYS if u wanna read my very short very unfinished (as in pleaee excuse the grammar and spelling mistakes) haunted ryley fic its under the cut! i might have posted it before but i dont remember so in that case here it is again LABDKABRJ

"Are you here to play?"

He slowly opens his eyes, but sees nothing but darkness, as if they were still closed.

"Who are you?"

He recognizes the voice. He's heard it plenty of times before. He doesn't know who the voice belongs to. He can only hear it in his head, when his guard is let down enough to let it in. He wishes it would leave him alone.

"Where are you?"

It further questions him, and he cannot answer. He's only vaguely aware of where he is: his bed. In his base. His base he set up by himself, alone, in the middle of an endless ocean.

Whoever is calling would never find him. Nobody ever would. Nobody ever has. Nothing but crashed ships and bodies remained on this planet. He was utterly alone with the wildlife.

The voice repeats its questions. Asks more and more until his head is pounding with words that don't mean anything, with questions he does not have the answers to, with panic and bitterness and helplessness.

"You have to help." The voice commands.

He doesn't know how to. He's not sure he cares enough to figure it out. He's not sure he wants to do anything more than sleep. He felt tired all the time now.

"You have to help." It repeats, louder.

The words play over and over in his head, blending into one another he hears nothing but a loud noise, devoid of any discernible language.

Frustrated with another failed attempt to communicate anything back, he tries to shut the voice out entirely.

And when he blinks his eyes open again, he sees the white ceiling of his base. Hears the faint buzzing of his water filtration from the next few rooms over.

His head still aches terribly. Groaning, he gives up on any more sleep, fearing the voice will return. He leaves the habitat, unsure of what else to do.

He built it on one of the islands. It felt nice to leave it and step onto land instead of water. The Aurora almost doesn't look destroyed from this far away. He can almost pretend everything's going as planned, and the rest of the ship are just somewhere else on the planet.

But then he looks down a hill, and sees the broken remains of a habitat that is not his own, that is not built by anyone on the Aurora, and he stops being able to pretend.

He stares at the base now, and he knows it's unfair, but he can't help but be bitter and blame them. If the Degasi had never come here, neither would the Aurora have. He wouldn't be here, alone, with no way for anyone to help him. His friends wouldn't have been here.

You seem upset.

He freezes, and turns around. He doesn't see anything.

He's used to hearing a voice in his head, usually when he's dreaming. But only a single voice. The same one.

This voice was different. Oddly familiar, but definitely not usual.

It wasn't asking or pleading for anything.

"Hello?" He tries calling out. Silence follows.

Maybe he's actually hallucinating at this point. He feels really tired. Maybe he should just try to sleep again. He knows he wants to. Something stops him from heading back to his bed, something telling himself to stay where he is.

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LIKE I SAID VERY SHORT. i swear ill start working on my fics again soon 😔 hope u enjoyed if u read this far!!

#im working on a marg fic i promise!!! #after awa ive just been like. writing a bunch of rlly short unfinished things across multiple fandoms #i might post some of those oneshots soon if i go back and edit them!! i got a khasar n a degasi one in my docs somewhere #i. dont have most of my stuff named properly LABDKABRKD #ANYWAYS HELL YEAH GHOSTS #marg is definitely haunted by the torgals you cant convince me otherwise #bart is the reason she adopted that dog. she leaves the empty bottles sitting out just bc it irritates paul #and it reminds him he cant drink or eat anymore #A MUTUAL WAS POSTING ABOUT GHOST BART N PAUL ON INSTA A WHILE AGO AND IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT EVER SINCE... #OK MY PHONES ABOUT TO DIE SO I GOTTA BLAST #ryley robinson #below zero #ask

[votederpycausemufins]

-slams fists on table- part two! Notes are that I miss Grumbot and I feel like Scar gives off worried dad vibes and Scar and Grian feel like they’d be bickering siblings. again a ping to @petrichormeraki​ for making this au.

In spite of the revelation of this bee apparently somehow being Tubbo, Tommy did not react with yelling or screaming. Instead he started by just staring at the hive where he had fallen after tripping, thinking about the new knowledge. And then he screamed.

Responding to the scream, the bee, uh, Tubbo. Tubbee? Yeah Tubbee. Tubbee popped out of his hive and flew over to Tommy. Tommy, still not completely okay with what was going on, scrambled back a few blocks. Tubbee didn’t care and just flew all the way until he settled in Tommy’s lap. He nuzzled against Tommy, the spinning compass that was now on the floor once again pointing towards Tubbee before returning to spinning wildly.

“Okay. Fuck. What the fuck. Tubbo I know you like bees but this?” Tommy gave a nervous chuckle. “This is too fucking far.”

Tubbee buzzed happily, not seeming to realize Tommy’s distress about his current form. He then started to fly around Tommy, bopping against him happily as Tommy pulled out his communicator to send a message to all the Hermits that were around. ‘Something really fucking weird happened and I need help. Even from Xisuma if he can come back.’

Almost immediately a new message came in with a buzz. It was from Stress scolding Tommy for his language. The next was from Scar who was surprised Tommy needed Xisuma’s help and asked what was going on. As Tommy typed a response, just along the lines that it was hard to explain, Xisuma replied in the chat saying he was on his way.

Tommy set his phone back down and just sat on the ground in silence as he waited for the admin to arrive. The phone buzzed a few more times, but Tommy ignored it for the most part. There was a distant sound of a firework launching and the teen figured that would have to be Xisuma. Tubbee also seemed to hear the noise, because immediately after it sounded, he flew and hid inside the nearby hive.

A few seconds later, the door opened to Xisuma. He started to speak but was pushed aside by a panicked looking Scar. “What happened?! Why do you need X’s help?”

Tommy shoved away the second hermit who was already looking him over for any injury. “God, stop acting like my fucking mom. I just have a weird bee.”

“A what?” Scar pulled away suddenly, causing Tommy to almost fall over. Tubbee decided this was the perfect time to come out of his hive and fly over to Tommy for comfort. “Oh, that kind of b.”

Xisuma looked between Tubbee and the hive. “It looks like it’s using the hive correctly, though it is still attracted to you. Are you sure you don’t have any-”

“I don’t have any fuckin’ flowers. And it’s not a normal bee.” As Tommy talked, he wasn’t really paying attention to the fact that he was now subconsciously holding Tubbee and petting him. “I think my friend died and is a bee now.”

Both Scar and X just stood there, staring at Tommy and Tubbee. Before either of them could speak, the door slammed open again. “What happened?! Why do you need X’s help?” Grian shouted.

After a bit of calming down and making sure no more hermits would come racing over out of nowhere, Tommy explained about his friend who really liked bees, how the two of them had special compasses pointing to each other, how they would be in different servers but the compass was pointing to this bee. As the various Hermits talked, Tubbee decided it was a good time to explore and buzzed about the old hobbit hole.

“You’re saying this bee is your friend… reincarnated or something?” Grian asked skeptically.

“That’s the best clue I have.” Tommy answered with a shrug. “Not like I have much to go on. I’m not gonna drop back home and ask around saying ‘Hey, Tubbo die while I was gone?’ cause no matter what they wouldn’t let me back.”

“I can try and get some of my old magic crystals and try them on him.” Scar piped up before getting a shove from Grian.

“Those things don’t work.” Grian chided before being shoved back.

“A man-!” “Teen.” “-Teen has been turned into a bee, I doubt my crystals are that useless in a time like this.”

Xisuma carefully separated the two other Hermits. “Before you do that, I’m going to try having a look at his code. See if there’s any truth to the claim first.”

The comment hurt Tommy. “What, you don’t believe me?” Xisuma tried backtracking but Tommy stopped him. “Of course there’s something! Bees don’t just fucking act like that and compasses don’t just point at bees.” Tommy grabbed his compass from the floor and held it up. It spun wildly for a few seconds and one of the hermits was about to point that out when the needle changed its mind and pointed to Tubbee for the same amount of time before spinning around again.

Grian’s eyes widened and he managed to speak first. “That is bonkers. I’ve never seen that before! X, what does the bee say?”

“Can’t say much of anything.” Scar half mumbled, getting a jab in the ribs from Grian.

Xisuma turned his gaze to Tubbee and carefully grabbed him. Tubbee panicked for a few moments, but realized he wasn’t in any harm and let himself be held by such a large and kind looking bee.

X didn’t usually take advantage of his admin powers, at most messing with the end files every so often so the Hermits could get more shulker boxes. This was much different than that. Still Xisuma looked at the code of the bee. There was nothing there that directly seemed to be player code. There was something that resembled it, but nothing concrete. It just seemed like a, pardon the pun, a bugged bee.

“There’s something off, but it doesn’t seem like this bee is another player.” Xisuma informed Tommy, letting Tubbee go.

“What? Of course he is! This has to be Tubbo!” Tommy was taken aback by X’s claims. “Isn’t there someone else that’s better at this than you.”

“Tommy...” Scar spoke gently, but Tommy just turned and yelled at the mayor.

“Shut up! And don’t try using any magic mumbo jumbo on him!” Tommy grabbed Tubbee as he tried to explore again.

Grian tried holding in a laugh, but Tommy noticed and glared at him. “Look, I know some hermits had some machines last season that could tell fortunes or whatever, but we don’t really have that many here this season. I mean, there’s Grumbot, but he’s…”

No longer glaring, Tommy nearly jumped happily at the words. “Who’s Grumbot? Is ‘e another admin here?”

“No, no. He was uh, so I had Mumbo run for mayor and we built this robot to give us information on how to actually help him run for mayor and give mayoral advice, but he didn’t really-” Grian was scratching the back of his head, not sure how to explain it all to Tommy when the teen cut him off.

“Tubbo was president back home, maybe that’s close enough to mayor. Where is he?”

“Tommy, slow down.” Scar chimed in. “ I mean, uh, I’m the mayor, so Grumbot didn’t really help. Plus, didn’t you have to pay him diamonds for every question.”

Grian groaned. “Yes. I don’t know why that was ever a good design idea. He also had a mental breakdown when he thought Mumbo lost so we kinda… lied to him and told him Mumbo did become mayor and now he’s living in a virtual reality box.”

Tommy wracked his brain, trying to remember why that sounded familiar before he remembered. “You mean that mustache box off the coast of the shopping district? I’ve seen it a few times boating back home from there.”

Grian tried to backtrack, but it was obvious anything else was a lie. Tommy ran to the various chests, rummaging around until he found a spare lead.”C’mon Tubbo, let's go see this Grumbot.

Grian tried talking out of it, but Scar stopped him to talk with Tommy instead. Pulling the teen over to the side, he started to scold Tommy before lowering his voice. “Look, I don’t know if that machine is gonna work for you or not, but this seems important to you. From what I can tell you need to put the diamond in and press the buttons in order or something.” As Scar pretended to go back to scolding Tommy, he slipped a diamond into the boy’s hand. “Well, hopefully he’ll listen to reason.”

Getting what Scar was trying to do, Tommy put the lead away and sat down. “Yeah… guess I’ll just have to use what I know right now.”

Grian looked a little suspicious, but Scar managed to lead him out. Xisuma started to follow them out, but turned to Tommy and asked him to send updates. Tommy nodded and pet Tubbee, trying not to get too restless as he sat there to wait.

After waiting so long that Bdubs had to call the sun back, Tommy pulled out his lead again and built a boat. Carefully tying the lead around Tubbee, he climbed into the boat and tied the other end to one of the oars before paddling towards spawn. Eventually, he reached the large white box, and noticed that the mustache was not actually on the box, but a different building further on. Because of that, Tommy doubted about if Grumbot would be here, but when he found an opening and went in with Tubbee, he saw the computer.

Tommy expected something much smaller but Grumbot was huge and a bit overwhelming. He seemed to be staring off into the distance, and when Tommy looked that way, he saw recreation of the shopping district.

Pulling the diamond that Scar gave him out of his pocket, Tommy waked to the base of Grumbot and looked at the labeled buttons. He pressed the one labeled prime Grumbot and flinched at the slight grinding noise that came from the machine. While that made Tommy reluctant about the idea, he had already come all the way out here and started the process, so he might as well finish it up.

Next he pressed the boot load brain button and then the flood mayoral reservoirs one. More noises sounded from the machine and then Tommy looked at the last label. ‘Deposit Question Diamond.’ He was about to just put it in before he saw the anvils. After dying the other day, Tommy didn’t have many levels, but he had at least one.

Putting the diamond in an anvil, Tommy renamed it with a question and placed it in the machine and pressed the final button. Trying to help, Tubbee also bopped against the button as Tommy stepped back to look at the screen of Grumbot. The happy eyes changed to standard ones, and then they looked down as a paper dispensed.

Tommy ran back over to the machine and grabbed the paper to read it. There were only four words on it and just seeing the number nearly made Tommy tear it up, but then he actually comprehended the words. ‘Use the fourth button.’

Tommy looked back at the buttons and noticed the 4th one was made of a block. Pulling it out, he then placed it into the nearby mechanism and pressed the other three buttons. It took a bit of finagling to use the fourth button, what with it now missing. But then the screen glitched and then it glitched again. Tommy looked between the screen and the answer printer, angry to see no response. With that anger, he kicked Grumbot, and then the screen stopped glitching.

“Ah, just what I needed. A good kick to the ribs.” Tommy swore and fell to the ground at the booming voice that came from Grumbot. Tubbee was also scared by it and cowered next to Tommy. Looking up, he saw the screen no longer glitching and the previously stiff face looking very animated as it looked around, eventually looking down at Tommy.

“So, you’re the one who wants my help, yes?” The booming voice spoke again, making Tommy cover his ears this time. “Oh sorry, I guess I’m a bit too loud.” Grumbot apologized as he lowered his voice.

Tommy, having no clue how Grumbot was supposed to act, didn’t find his voice and much more emotive face odd. “Yeah, uh. So Grian told me that you did mayoral stuff and while it’s not the same, I have a friend who is, or was , a president and wondered if you could help with that?”

Grumbot’s face tilted as his computer head could not. “Your first diamond was asking about the status of a ‘President Tubbo’. While I have been here with only the occasional visit, I’ve had time for my redstone brain and so to upgrade and find new databases and reservoirs.”

“Uh… does that mean you know that-“ Tommy started to speak but was cut off.

“Yes. I know now my dad did not win the election. At the time, that was my only purpose. I was upset when I learned the truth when you activated me, but I have new purpose and my dads just did what they could to care for me.”

Tommy just nodded, not completely sure what all of that meant, more from not paying attention. “Okay, well I think my friend who was president elsewhere got turned into this bee.” And Tommy held up Tubbee.

Grumbot ‘leaned’ closer to see Tubbee and then looked at the data he received about a president Tubbo. “Your friend was not turned into a bee.”

Tommy frowned at the answer, arms falling to his sides, Tubbee now free to do more exploring. “What do you mean, my compass is supposed to point to Tubbo and it points to this bee, so it has to be Tubbo! He loves the things so much it makes sense he would become one.”

Grumbot added the new information to his data. “Well, that is neither your dead friend returned to life as a bee, nor your friend disguised as one. It is instead something else.”

Protests Tommy had been about to sling at the robot died in his throat and was replaced with a new question. “What is it then?”

Grumbot paused, making sure he could get all the data he had access to and could help. “Your world is… different.” The AI started slowly. “You can lose lives and eventually truly die. But you don’t just die and decide one is a true life lost. When that happens, you… lose a piece of you. Enough times and what makes you you can’t exist in a body anymore.”

Tommy interrupted Grumbot. “So Tubbo is a ghost possessing the bee?”

The AI glared at Tommy for a few seconds, screen background turning a certain shade of red. But then he calmed. “No, your friend is still alive, but he has had one of those special deaths happened. It was before you arrived here in Hermitcraft. That death broke off a piece of his soul and it managed to end up here. Whether the piece was active the whole time or it only activated once you, a familiar being, drew near, I cannot say.”

Tommy processed the information before asking a clarifying question. So, the bee is only like a piece of Tubbo?”

A piece of paper was printed out and then Grumbot’s screen went dark. Tommy grabbed the paper and read the word ‘Yes.’ There was also a post script asking for Tommy to kill Scar for the AI which Tommy laughed at. He then got the lead back around Tubbee and headed home.

Even if it wasn’t really Tubbo, Tommy found Tubbee comforting. Maybe even if this piece of Tubbo was here, Tubbo could feel Tommy on the other end, trying to care for his friend. Xisuma came to visit Tommy again after a few days and heard from Tommy what Grumbot had said. Grian came later that same day and freaked out when he learned about Grumbot, leaving almost immediately to go find Mumbo who was also online.

Scar was the last to show up. He was glad to find out that Tommy had piece of mind, but was also a bit salty about the fact he was stabbed and killed the moment he walked through the door, though it was his own fault for getting there at half a heart from crashing into so much while flying.

#hermit!tommy au #hermitcraft #hermitblr #tommyinnit #grian #goodtimeswithscar #xisuma #dream smp #tubbo #tubbee #grumbot

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Singing in the shower | liu yangyang

➸ Genre: Fluff

➸ Pairing: Yangyang × f reader

➸ Word count: 7 197

➸ Information:

college!au, childhood friends, friends to lovers, friends!NCT Dream 00 line, bestfriend!Yeji (ITZY), very slight NoMin references (Jeno + Jaemin), mention of Mark Lee, reader is a few months older than YangYang (born in the same year)

➸ Warnings: A lot of fluff as usual.

➸ Plot:

You're forced to learn how to live without your closest friend from childhood who has to go live in Germany with his parents, leaving you heartbroken. You thought YangYang was going to be by your side forever. As years have passed and you've almost started to forget about him, he suddenly appears in your life again, turning it upside down, and this time, nobody's leaving.

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➸ A/N: This oneshot took me over 2 months and a half to write and was written as a part of my dear @renjunniehome's song fic challenge (?)

Not really a challenge, but it's an event where diffent NCT writers write fanfics based on songs so make sure to check it here: PLAYLIST FICS MASTERLIST

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“I don't know, it's just something about ya

Got me feeling like I can't be without ya

Anytime someone mention your name

I be feeling as if I'm around ya”

YangYang and you have always been a package deal; you were so close as children that at one point people couldn’t imagine one of you without the other and honestly, you also couldn’t imagine what your life would be without your best friend. There was something about him that made you feel butterflies in your stomach, even though as a child you could not identify and understand clearly what it was.

Besides that, your parents and YangYang’s were very close so you sometimes had family dinners together; that happened often, since you were neighbors and your houses were literally right next to each other. Your parents loved YangYang like their own son, maybe because he spent so much time in your house, had dinner there, and even stayed the night quite often for your sleepover parties. Of course, his parents were also very happy when you went to his house in order to spend time with him. Everyone in the neighborhood thought you’d end up marrying each other when you grow up, even if your child selves denied it with disgust. However, you couldn’t deny that your face always lit up when your parents told you YangYang and his parents would be coming over for dinner. Just the mention of his name made you start jumping with excitement.

But apparently everything good had to end sooner or later. You could still remember the shock you felt when you learnt YangYang would be leaving his house which was right next to yours in order to go live and study in Germany. He explained with glossy eyes that his parents have found better work opportunities there and that this probably meant you wouldn’t see each other very often. When you first heard this, you burst out crying, hugging him tightly, begging him not to go. Even though he also didn’t want to go, he was just a child so he had to leave with his parents. That left you heartbroken; you tried to text him in the beginning in order to keep in touch but it was getting difficult because of the time difference, as well as the lack of personal contact. Slowly you started to get used to life without him, no matter how much you wanted him back, but you couldn’t really learn to be happy without him.

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“Ain't no words to describe you baby

All I know is that you take me high

Can you tell that you drive me crazy?

'Cause I can't get you out my mind”

As the years were passing and you were growing up, you started to understand what your feelings for your childhood friend meant. Before you heard the word “crush”, you thought you just loved to be next to YangYang because he was funny and was making you laugh. But as a teenager, you realized you still missed him, even though you had no idea what he looked like now, how much he had changed, and most of all, you felt how you haven’t gotten over him at all. People your age started to date, but you weren’t interested in anyone, since subconsciously you kept comparing them to your childhood friend. You never even went to dates, and you realized how childish your behavior was, but honestly, nobody seemed like your type anyways. You barely had any friends, since the overly-romanticized idea of YangYang has turned into a standard for your friendships as well. You felt as if you were going crazy because of him as you only thought of him and how you would feel if you could meet him now.

* * *

A few years have passed and you were now in university, trying to live without the thought of YangYang as you realized you were probably never going to meet him again. Now you had some amazing friends who were bringing colors into your life and sometimes distracted you from thoughts about your childhood friend.

You were currently having lunch with your friends from your class. Suddenly you saw Jaemin, one of your friends, running towards your table and finding a place to sit, as he looked as if he was excited for some reason.

"Guys, big news! Apparently we're gonna have a new guy in our class. I heard he's German. I can't wait to meet him! European peopleare so good-looking!" Jaemin said with a dreamy gaze.

“Why would there be a German in our class?” You asked confusedly.

“I don’t know, that’s what the rumors are.”

As you heard the word ‘German’, you suddenly thought of YangYang again, trying to stop the association in your mind before it was too late. For the rest of lunch time you were a lot more silent than usual, quietly eating your food as Haechan was telling jokes, Renjun was laughing, and Jaemin kept annoying Jeno.

The next day you had an early class and as you heard your alarm ring, you groaned softly in annoyance, turning it off and literally rolling out of bed, as you fell to the floor, hugging your blanket, together with your bunny plushie which was actually a present from YangYang.

“Stop overreacting, you drama queen. Nobody has ever died from early morning classes,” your roommate and best friend, Yeji, said.

Sometimes you wondered how could she be so energetic, enthusiastic and optimistic, even early in the morning.

“Yeah, I might be the first one though,” you cried out, while holding the plushie tightly, refusing to accept the reality.

“Come on, if you get up now, I’ll buy you something delicious after classes,” Yeji promised, taking your hand to help you get to your feet.

When you heard her offer, your eyes lit up.

“Really?” You were still a little skeptical about believing her, even though you wanted to.

“Yes, knowing you, you’re probably just going to ask me to buy you a chocolate. Completely affordable,” Yeji chuckled, knowing she was right.

“Correct. Make it two, though. I feel this is going to be a difficult day.”

You finally took her hand and let her help you get up from the floor. After that you quickly put your plushie back in your bed, laying its head on your pillow, as you took the blankets from the floor and put them over the plushie, wanting it to feel warm. Yeji watched your actions with a wide smile on her face.

“Aww, you’re so cute. Now go get ready, or we’ll gonna be late.”

“Oh, how tragic that would be,” you said sarcastically, before going to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth.

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When you and Yeji entered the lecture hall, you found your classmates being more energetic and chattier than usual. You also noticed your friends, who were talking to a new guy, probably the one Jaemin mentioned the day before, as you recalled.

“Honestly I was a little disappointed to find out you weren’t actually German,” you heard Jaemin say and you giggled quietly.

“If those weird comments don’t scare the new guy off, I’d be really impressed,” Yeji noted, as she found a place near the window and you sat next to her.

“I agree,” you laughed, turning around to look at the new guy once again.

He looked somehow familiar to you, but you couldn’t tell why. When he noticed you looking at him he just stared at you for a couple of seconds while Jaemin and the rest of your friends were probably bothering him. You could swear you’ve seen those shiny dark brown eyes somewhere else before. But as you realized you were still looking at the guy, you quickly averted your eyes, so that he wouldn’t think you were some kind of a creep. You thought that maybe there was not a particular reason for his familiar vibe: maybe he just looked like somebody you’d befriend, that’s why he looked as if you already knew him, or at least that’s what you believed.

“I see the new guy has already caught your eye. The question is, how did he achieve that? You’re not usually interested in others,” Yeji pointed out.

“I-I’m not looking at him,” you denied, shaking your head. “Guys are basically a loss of time, except for my friends. But they’re too dumb for me to date one of them. Besides, only two of them are boyfriend material, they are Jaemin and Jeno, and they’re basically almost dating each other, even though they don’t know it yet,” you explained, taking your textbook out.

As you mentioned Jeno, you saw him coming to you and you looked at him questioningly.

“We promised to show the new guy around after this class, and then we’re going to have lunch with him. You and Yeji can also join us,” Jeno suggested and Yeji nodded.

“We’d love to!” You smiled and Jeno smiled back, returning to his seat, next to Jaemin.

When English class ended, you and Yeji went out of the lecture hall, waiting for your friends and the new guy. They were soon here and you all started walking around the hall, as you heard Haechan talking about the variety of books in the university’s library even though you’ve never seen him actually go there, so you were wondering how he knew this information. Meanwhile you and the new guy continued looking at each other and then averting your gaze without saying anything. You realized he still hasn’t introduced himself to you, but you couldn’t ask him for his name, because you were shy, so you just continued walking in silence, as the ones who were talking were mainly Haechan and Renjun.

When you went to the cafeteria and found a table, you left your things, so that the guys could watch over them, and you went to buy food with Yeji.

“Seriously, what’s going on between you and the new guy? You can’t stop looking at each other. You’ve never looked at a guy like that, so you can’t convince me you don’t like him,” Yeji stated, demanding an answer, as she took a bowl of rice.

“He just looks familiar, I don’t know why though. That’s all.”

“You know that when you meet your soulmate for the first time, you feel as if you already know each other?” Yeji asked, as you paid for your food and started walking back to the table with your best friend walking after you.

“Shut up,” you hit her arm playfully; you really wanted her to stop saying things like that.

When you went back to the table, you noticed only Jaemin and Jeno were there. Jaemin was feeding Jeno, holding a spoon of rice which he put into his mouth.

“Eat a lot, handsome,” Jaemin winked at Jeno who averted his head with discontent. “Do you want some kimchi?” He asked, as Jeno nodded, even though he didn’t want his best friend to feed him.

“Why are you feeding him? Can he not hold the utensils himself?” Yeji asked, as you hit her arm again.

“Be quiet, you’re ruining the romance,” you scolded her, as you continued looking at your two friends, as you sat across from them.

“What romance are you talking about, I just lost a bet,” Jeno groaned in disagreement with your statement.

“Was the bet letting Jaemin show his love for you freely?” You questioned him, as Jeno looked too flustered to answer.

“Something like that,” Jaemin confirmed. “Ah, Jeno, you’re such a messy eater! Here, let me wipe that off,” he said, as he wiped the rice off Jeno’s lips, using a tissue.

“Cute,” you whispered, looking away as you started eating your own lunch.

“Jaemin’s actions are making me want to throw up,” Yeji confessed, taking her fork and starting to eat her food in silence.

“You’re not the only one, I feel the same way,” Jeno agreed quietly, looking at Jaemin as if he was going to kill him every second now.

A few minutes later the new guy approached your table, holding his own tray of food, setting it down and sitting next to you. Your heart skipped a beat just because of his decision to sit next to you. You didn’t know why him being close to you was making you feel this special, so you tried to brush it off, but you couldn’t; so during the rest of the lunch you were actually in a very good mood, even though you and the new guy still haven’t talked to each other directly at all. When Haechan and Renjun joined you, you talked to them a lot, trying not to think about the stranger next to you, since you were too shy to ask for his name, and he apparently didn’t want to say it to you or ask you about yours.

As you were done with lunch, you stood up from the table and took your tray in your hands, looking at the new guy as he was doing the same. When he took his own tray, though, you noticed he dropped something. You quickly bent down to get it and give it back to its owner. But before handing it to him, you took a quick look at it – it was a discount card for the food in the cafeteria. You saw his picture and you read your name, saying it out loud as you realized something.

“Yang… Yang?” You looked up in disbelief.

He looked at you with a smile and he nodded.

“Yes, YangYang is my name, not a nickname as people usually think. Sorry for not introducing myself to you earlier, I was just distracted since you seemed really familiar for some reason,” he said, as you handed him his discount card.

“Um, I… My name is Y/N,” you introduced yourself quietly, as you waited for his reaction.

There were two possible ways this could go: he would either recognize his own childhood best friend, or he would take your hand, as he hears your name for the first time, if he wasn’t your YangYang, but some other guy with the same name. But to you, now it all made sense. The visual resemblance, his voice, his cheerful personality… But you still wanted to be sure it was actually him, before hugging him excitedly.

“You… Bunny?” He called you by your nickname he came up with when you were younger. He thought you looked energetic and playful, just like a bunny.

You nodded, as you couldn’t stop smiling.

“You don’t know how much I missed you!”

Before you could do anything, he put his tray and card down on the table as he hugged you tightly. You were a little taken aback for a couple of seconds, slowly realizing your wish has come true. You and your best friend were finally together.

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“Thinkin' of ya when I'm goin' to bed

When I wake up think of ya again

You are my homie, lover and friend

Exactly why”

As you and Yeji went back to the dorms, you didn’t even have any motivation to study, because you were too busy thinking about your amazing day. You still couldn’t believe this was actually him, your childhood best friend who you were meeting so many years after he left for Germany, after you had lost hope of seeing him ever again. You were hugging your plushie, as you were jumping around the room, repeating that tomorrow you were meeting YangYang after classes in a café, where you could talk to each other and get updates on his life, even though everything seemed as if it was still the same; even YangYang haven’t changed in your opinion, except for becoming more handsome now as an adult.

Yeji was smiling at you, as you told her about your long story with your childhood friend. She was sincerely happy to see you so excited and she wished everything would turn out well for you. You kept thinking about him before going to bed and even after you woke up, starting your day with a smile on your face.

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“You light me up inside

Like the 4th of July

Whenever you’rearound

I always seem to smile”

A few weeks have passed since your reunion with YangYang; now you were used to hanging out together all the time, just like before, realizing that neither of you really changed. You craved each other’s attention and presence just the same way as when you were kids. Today you decided to visit a café with a nice atmosphere, suitable for a cozy afternoon and long conversations. After classes were over, you said goodbye to Yeji, as she wished you to have a good time on your date, but you were quick to correct her this wasn’t a date (even though you secretly wanted it to be) and went out of the classroom together with YangYang.

On the way to the café you couldn’t stop talking to each other. Your topics were never ending and it was always exciting spending time together for both of you. You couldn’t stop smiling as he said funny things to you, or even when he didn’t say something that entertaining; you just loved his company so much, that you enjoyed every second you spent with him. Around twenty minutes later you got to your destination and he opened the door to the café for you, then you found a nice table near the window. You both ordered hot chocolate as you continued with your conversation.

“Do you wanna go watch a movie tomorrow? They’re projecting a Marvel movie,” YangYang asked as he gave you a little additional information.

You smiled, even though you honestly disliked these movies, but you only watched them so that you could spend time with YangYang. You’ve watched every single Marvel movie, since your best friend was obsessed with them for some reason.

“Of course, I’m so excited!”

“Great, I’ll book the movie tickets now,” YangYang said with a wide smile on his face, as he unlocked his phone and typed the website’s name to book the tickets.

“Um, Yangie,” you hesitantly started speaking, not knowing if you should continue your sentence.

“Yeah?” He asked, not looking away from his phone.

“I’m going home this weekend, in my hometown. Do you wanna go with me?” You suggested, even though you felt a little shy to be inviting your childhood friend in your house and have the same sleepovers you used to.

“Really? That would be amazing!” Fortunately, he seemed really happy to hear your idea. “Your parents are also going to be there, right?” After you nodded, he continued speaking. “Can you tell your mom to please prepare my favorite cream cheese muffins for her special guest?” He looked at you with pleading eyes you could never say no to.

“Hey, YangYang! Do you only care about food?” You scolded him, as you playfully hit his arm.

“This is my main priority, yes.” He answered, matching your energy. “But you take the second place, you’re the second most important thing to me other than food.”

He looked at you and for a moment you forgot how to breathe. You were looking at his eyes, getting lost again and again; it felt like you were getting out of the trance he put you on, only to fall deeper the next time you looked at him.

“Are you okay?”

His voice showed concern, but his face had a unreadable look; not worried, but also not calm. It was like he knew exactly how he made you feel.

“Uh, yes, sorry, I just zoned out for a second,” you explained as you avoided his gaze. “I’m gonna call my mom later and ask her to prepare the muffins,” you informed him, as you took a sip from your hot chocolate.

“You know I don’t really care, right? I just want to be with you,” he admitted, as you coughed when you heard that. “Are you alright? First you zoned out, now you can’t drink your hot chocolate… So my theory must be true,” he said with a content tone and you looked at him in surprise.

“What theory?” You asked as you continued coughing until you were okay.

“Never mind. Just be careful next time.”

You nodded as you silently took another sip, trying to avoid his eyes.

Around an hour later it was time for you to leave, so you went back to the dorms. He smiled and waved at you, and after you waved back, you finally entered the room you and Yeji shared. You closed the door as you rested your back on it, breathing loudly. Your heart was beating fast and you wanted to make sure you’ve calmed down before you greet Yeji. Now you were absolutely sure you were in love with your childhood best friend and that fact made you quite nervous. You never felt that way before and you weren’t even sure if he felt the same way about you. But despite your worries, you smiled widely before knowing it. You felt like you couldn’t even control your emotions and it made you very confused. You slowly went to your room, then you left your bag on your chair and you took a step towards your bed and you just laid on it for a minute, staring at the ceiling, trying to stop thinking about YangYang, but it was more difficult than you expected.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t the date with YangYang go well?” She teased you and you turned to look at her, rolling your eyes with annoyance.

“It was nice, except it weren’t a date,” you corrected her, sighing loudly. “But why is my heart being like that?” you whispered, putting your head on your heart as you kept looking at the ceiling with concentration, as if you expected to find all the answers of your questions there.

“Maybe because you wanted it to be a date?”

You decided to ignore her, but then she spoke again.

“Look at me, the ceiling won’t talk to you like I can,” Yeji reminded you as you looked at her discontentedly.

“Yes, but it also won’t make fun of me like you do.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I just find it amazing that you’re finally interested in somebody,” she said, as she smiled excitedly.

“You could have stopped after ‘sorry’, you know?” You shot her another annoyed look and she raised her eyebrows as if to say she didn’t care. “Never mind, I’m going to take a shower.”

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“And people ask me how

Well you’re the reason why

I'm dancing in the mirror and singing in the shower”

As you felt the hot water running down your body, you felt a wave of calmness washing over you. Your mind kept going back to thoughts of YangYang and your incredible day with him, as well as the excitement of going home together with him. It was something you wished for so many years, just having him back with you, the two of you together in your room, playing Plants vs. Zombies or Mortal Kombat, some of your favorite PC games back at the time, when you both were around 10 years old.

Without realizing it, you started singing a random song you’ve heard in school today that somehow happened to be a romantic one, matching perfectly with your good mood and your feelings for your childhood friend. Around half an hour later, you got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your body. Then you took the hairdryer and stood in front of the mirror, drying your hair, but you felt so energetic and happy that you started dancing in front of the mirror. You were holding the hairdryer and you were moving your body randomly, keeping a smile on your face, even though that way drying your hair took much longer time than usual.

When you finally turned the hairdryer off, you noticed Yeji standing in the doorway of your room, looking at you with a wide smile. You rolled your eyes at her for the millionth time today, realizing she may have witnessed at least a part of your dancing in front of the mirror. She giggled, but you decided to act as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, as if you were always that cheerful.

“Why are you laughing?” You asked, as you put the hairdryer back in its place.

“Someone has a crush,” Yeji almost sang that sentence. “I’ve never heard you singing in the shower and seen you dancing in front of the mirror before… Is it really possible that YangYang is the reason behind all that? Could he have changed your usual grumpiness into cheerfulness?”

“What do you mean? I’m the same as usual,” you denied all her claims coolly, sounding credible enough, since you weren’t such an inexperienced liar; you couldn’t say the same for your love life though – you really lacked experience in that part, knowing that calling yourself a “dater” would be factually incorrect.

“Yeah, okay. But if things between you really do work out, I want to be the first one you’re going to share the news with! You’re gonna tell it to Jeno, Jaemin, Renjun and Haechan later,” Yeji stated, as you were looking at her with confusion.

“Calm down, there won’t be any news to tell,” you laughed as you quietly went back to your shared room.

But the part of you that you tried hard to suppress, really hoped you were wrong.

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“All I want, all I need is your lovin'

Baby you make me hot like an oven

Since you came you know what I've discovered

Baby I don't need me another”

The next day was Friday, the day you would come back home together with YangYang, being there with him for the first time in many years. A few days ago you’ve told your mother about reuniting with him and to say she was ecstatic would have been an understatement; she felt as if she was welcoming her second child who has been away for a long time, so she wanted to make sure everything was perfect for him. She even cleaned your room since you weren’t there to do so and its usual state was beyond messy; definitely not the best place to show to such an important and dear guest.

You couldn’t wait to go, but before that, you had classes that seemed endless to you; time seemed to be passing too slowly and for a moment you even thought about suggesting YangYang to skip school today, but your good girl reputation prevented you from doing so.

When the professor said his last words for today, concluding the lecture, you took your backpack. You had put your stuff in it a few minutes ago, while the professor was explaining something about an exam or an “extremely important” group project; you weren’t sure, since you weren’t listening after all. You took out the little mirror you kept in your bag to make sure you looked alright. You tried to comb your hair with your fingers, then you applied a new layer of your favorite pink lipstick; you took so much time with your make up today, even though you usually didn’t wear a lot. When you were ready, you ran to the exit of the auditorium, as YangYang was already waiting in front of it.

“You might need to turn Yeji down,” he said, as you raised your eyebrows questioningly. “The group assignment Mr. Lee mentioned, groups of two are also allowed, so you’re with me.”

So this was what you missed as you were too busy putting your stuff in your backpack in order to be able to leave as early as possible. You smiled at him when you heard his words that made a warm feeling blossom in your body.

“Are we ready to go? All I need is in my backpack, so I don’t need to go back to the dorms, unless you want to.”

“I’m also ready. Let’s go,” he smiled, taking your hand and leading you to the exit of the university.

As you were walking next to him, your hand in his, you felt your heart beating unusually fast; but instead of this making you feel nervous, you felt the same warm feeling spreading through your whole body and this time, you were ready to let go and have fun, without holding back anymore.

“So we have a bus in 15 minutes,” you informed him, as you looked at your phone.

“A bus?” He asked before he stopped walking and you stopped looking at the phone and noticed an expensive black car parked in the university parking. “Why don’t we take a ride in my car?” He leaned on it, tapping the roof softly.

“This car is yours? I can’t believe it, you’ve really grown up, Yangie,” you said with a disbelieving voice in order to tease him, but you still sat next to the driver’s seat in his car, as he has opened the door for you before getting on himself. “Even though I’m a few months older than you, I still don’t have my driver’s license, but I’m working on it,” you said with a discontented tone. You were nervous about driving and when you were stressed, you couldn’t do well so you were trying to get your driver’s license for quite some time now.

“You can do it,” he encouraged you with his usual cheerful tone, holding his fist in the air for a second as a sign of encouragement, as he started the car and left the university parking.

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When you were finally in front of your house, you quickly got off the car as you started jumping around with excitement. He smiled at you as he also got off and when the both of you took your backpacks from the car, you rang the bell of your house. A few seconds later your mom opened the door, welcoming you with warm hugs and her usual good mood, as well as a wide smile.

“Wow, I haven’t been here for such a long time,” YangYang mentioned, as he kept looking around. “Wait, what is this smell? It’s amazing!”

“Oh, it’s the muffins,” she smiled again. “By the way, Yangie, you’ve grown so tall! And my little Y/N is still the same as before, she didn’t really grow up a lot,” your mom teased you,

“Hey, you’re shorter than me, so you aren’t allowed to make fun of me!” You playfully scolded your mom, as you sighed in annoyance.

“But you like girls shorter than you, right, YangYang?” Your mom asked your childhood best friend and you wanted the ground to swallow you up right now since you were so ashamed.

You knew she was only asking this since she shipped you and YangYang romantically ever since you two met. She was truly scared for you not to end up single, while you were living your life, rejecting every guy that tried to flirt with you, especially because they weren’t YangYang. You perfectly understood your own feelings so you knew that you didn’t need and didn’t really want a relationship if it wasn’t with him.

“Actually, yeah, I really like girls like that,” YangYang smiled confidently, looking at you. “They are adorable,” he looked away and only then you could breathe. “And they make me feel tall even though I’m not,” he laughed, as your mother was looking at him with pure adoration in her eyes.

“Ah, you’d be such a perfect son in law! Handsome, good mannered, with a good height and you also know a lot of languages, just like my Y/N! I’m honestly so jealous of your future mother in law,” your mom continued to make you want to disappear and you were on the verge of just taking YangYang’s hand and leading him somewhere far away from that house.

“Believe me, you do not need to worry about that,” YangYang said as he kept smiling at your mom.

Even though you didn’t know what he meant, you really wanted to take him somewhere else, where he wouldn’t be able to talk to your mom.

“Dad is still at work, right? Please ask him to buy iced tea and tell us to come when dinner is ready, see you later,” without waiting for your mom to answer, you took YangYang’s hand and led him upstairs and then into your room.

He was looking around as if he was visiting a foreign place he has never been to before.

“You changed your room color…” He said as he touched the wall. “Baby pink suited you though. Also your curtains are different. I liked the old ones with teddy bears on them, but these are fine too. And the bed… It’s seems suitable for more than one person,” he kept commenting the details about your room, but this time his tone was different, and his look was honestly making you nervous. “Have you invited many guys here, Y/N? In this room, on this bed?”

His question made you choke on air; you were looking at him with shock written all over your face.

“W-why would I…”

You wanted to be honest with him, but then realized that this would probably make you look so boring to him.

“It’s not your business.” You quickly answered, sitting on your chair.

“Ah, my innocent Y/N… I guess I’m the only guy who is not a family member that has been to your room,” he continued teasing you as you glared at him warningly.

“That’s not true! Jaemin, Jeno, Haechan and Renjun have been here too!” You quickly denied his claims.

“Yeah, but I doubt you felt something for any of them.”

You stayed silent for a few seconds before deciding to change the topic.

“Do you wanna play Plants Vs. Zombies?” You suddenly asked.

“Of course! Let’s go!” He answered enthusiastically, seating on the chair next to yours.

It was a whole miracle how you could change the atmosphere and his demeanor just by mentioning a PC game. You started playing and suddenly he was the same old YangYang you knew and loved.

“Plant a sunflower, quickly!” You said, as you were looking at your laptop’s screen.

He did as you said, waiting to get another sun so we could buy another plant.

“Quickly, the zombies are coming!” You were clapping excitedly, looking at your childhood friend play the game you used to play all the time when you were kids.

You were so happy that you got closer to him without realizing.

“You’re making me nervous by staying so close to me,” he confessed, giggling softly.

“A-ah, s-sorry,” you quickly apologized as you moved away from him.

When you decided to take a break from the game, you offered him to watch a movie and he agreed, laying on your bed and you reluctantly laid next to him, trying not to get too close to him. You opened Netflix on your TV and the two of you took some time to choose a movie.

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“No, no all I know (know)

Only you got me feelin' so (so)

And you know that I have to have ya

And I don't plan to let you go”

You haven’t watched the movie even halfway when he pressed the pause button.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, sighing deeply as if he had something that caused him a great amount of stress.

“Do what?” You asked him worriedly.

Was he sick? Was he bored? You thought of so many different things that you could have done which could have irritated him.

“Pretend that everything between us is still the same. Pretend I don’t want to kiss you right now.”

Your eyes widened with shock when you heard his confession, but before you could say anything, he continued talking.

“We’re not kids anymore, Y/N. And I think we did change through all these years. It’s our chemistry that’s still the same. Tell me that you’re feeling it too,” he was talking in a husky voice which made you imagine things you thought you shouldn’t.

YangYang looked at your eyes hesitatingly, then at your lips, or at least that’s what you thought you saw him looking at, even though for you, it didn’t make any sense for him to be looking there, even after hearing him say he wanted to kiss you. You felt as if that whole situation was just a dream and nothing that happened was going to affect reality in any way. But as you were busy overanalyzing things as usual, you felt a strange, yet addicting sensation. As your eyes were still open, you looked at YangYang who was kissing you. You couldn’t believe that was happening, but you quickly closed your eyes, enjoying his lips on yours. Your heart was beating fast as you tried to remember this sweet feeling, savouring the taste of his lips. When he moved away, you slowly opened your eyes, looking at his with confusion, yet with trust. You were sure that whatever was going to happen, you were safe and happy with him.

“I- You… Uh, did you like that?”

You nervously nodded, as you were wondering what to say.

“Great, I did too. Does that mean you like me back?” YangYang wanted to check in with you, before officially asking you the last question he wanted to ask ever since he realized who you were back in the canteen that day.

“You’re so special to me, YangYang. I like you a lot,” you confessed, feeling a little shy, but still trying to keep his eyes on him, because you thought he deserved to know exactly how you felt about him without finding out how nervous you actually were. “By the way, that was my first kiss and I’m so happy it was with you,” you looked at him adoringly.

“Really? That’s so cute!” He exclaimed with a sweet smile. “So you’re sure you haven’t kissed anyone from your friends group?”

“Actually I kissed Jaemin and Jeno on the cheek once at a party because of a dare. And on the same night Haechan and I got so drunk that we almost kissed, but our friends stopped us before we ‘unlock a whole another relationship’, as they said.”

YangYang sighed with annoyance before mustering up the courage to ask you the most important question.

“Do you want to be like… Uh, you know?”

You were looking at him with confusion written all over your face.

“You sound just like Mark, he’s a friend of mine who’s one year older than us,” you teased him, since you really found his nervousness to be cute.

“Come on, you know what I’m trying to say,” he tried to avoid saying it out loud, but you weren’t going to let him do that.

“Do I know, Yangie? How can I know if you haven’t said it yet?”

“You went from a shy girl to a smug girl in just a second,” he mumbled with discontent.

“But you’re the same! You were teasing me earlier and now you sound like Mark Lee!” You complained.

“Who is Mark Lee?” YangYang asked even though he didn’t really insist on knowing; he just wanted to postpone asking his main question for as long as possible.

“That Mark guy I told you about! Are you even listening to me?”

“Should I be jealous of him?” He pouted as he was waiting for your answer.

“Maybe you should,” you continued provoking him in order for him to properly ask you what he wanted to.

“Come on! Aren’t your four handsome guy friends enough people to be jealous of? When I see how you’re looking at Yeji, sometimes I’m jealous of her too! I also can’t stand it when Haechan looks at you as if he has so many improper thoughts. Or when Jeno and Jaemin ask you if you have eaten. Or when Renjun is smiling at you and laughing at your jokes! Ah, I hate it so much that I want to punch-“

You interrupted YangYang with a kiss.

“My answer is yes.”

“You’re going to be my girlfriend?” He asked, hoping you would agree.

“No, I’ve never heard you ask that,” you crossed your arms, smiling at him playfully.

“You’re going to be my girlfriend because I said so~,” he almost sang that sentence, as he decided to make sure you were incapable to refuse by suddenly making you fall on your bed as he trapped your body under his.

“No, I’m not going to do it~,” you answered in the same tone, as you tried to flip him over, so that you could be on top of him.

But when he noticed what you were trying to do, he caught your wrist and kissed your lips deeply, making you forget everything else. In that moment you relaxed under his touch feeling safer than ever. You kissed him back with the same lust as his, as your fingers threaded through his fluffy hair. You continued passionately kissing each other for a few minutes, taking very short breaks to breathe, since you both missed each other’s lips too much to stay separated even for a few seconds that felt like an eternity for you.

But when you heard a knock on your door, YangYang quickly got off you and he sat on the bed innocently, as you followed his example. You quickly fixed his hair which was quite messy because you were running your fingers through it all the time.

“Y-you can come in,” you said with a voice that was a little distorted, while you were trying to normalize your heavy breathing.

When you said that, the door opened and your dad came in.

“Hi, Y/N. Here’s the iced tea,” he said, giving you the bottle of iced tea which you contentedly took from his hands and left on the ground. “YangYang, it’s great to see you again,” he smiled and YangYang smiled back. “Dinner is ready, so you can come downstairs,” your dad said and you nodded synchronously. Then he turned around and walked out the door, closing it.

YangYang got up from your bed as he gave you his hand, which you took. He kept holding your hand as you were walking down the stairs.

“I guess your parents are really going to have the best son-in-law,” YangYang said and as soon as you realized he was talking about himself, you hit his arm as you laughed.

You were finally truly happy again; you felt having YangYang by your side meant that nothing was impossible and all your dreams could come true, just like the seemingly unrealistic dream of having him back while you were longing for him all these years. It turns out your long wait was absolutely worth it and now that he was here with you again, you weren’t going to let him go.

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