#i’m pretty sure i haven’t played in over a month 😭

[simplybakugou]

i still haven’t downloaded the sumeru update… how is it?

#i’m pretty sure i haven’t played in over a month 😭 #miratalks

[deputyrook]

Impressions- 1/? Mark Hoffman x Psychic!Reader

(Repost after I accidentally deleted my tumblr 😭)

Kerry, an old friend of yours, knows that you have a gift for clairvoyance. When she reaches another dead end in the search for Jigsaw, she brings you into the station in a moment of desperation.

Unfortunately, it's not just the two of you who are present for your revelations.

Word count: 3498

Set after Saw II. Inspired in part by this gifset. I have no plan for this, I just started writing for fun, and suddenly I had 3000 words down.

WARNINGS: Blackmail, power imbalance, abusive dynamics, overt threatening, reader is deeply afraid, general Saw-levels of horror.

“Pretty sure having civilians in here is against the rules,” Detective Mark Hoffman remarks to his colleagues as he enters the precinct room, “…and having them play with the evidence definitely is.” 

Rigg looks up toward the voice, as do you, but Allison Kerry doesn’t. Her eyes are trained on the piece of evidence that you hold in gloved hands, a small and rusted lock.

Spread out on the desk in front of you are a variety of grisly photographs- from crime scenes and autopsies, all related to the now infamous Jigsaw killer- and a few pieces of physical evidence. It turns your stomach just to see them, but you swallow your discomfort and try not to show on your face how upsetting you find it.

“Take it up with the Chief. He approved this, as long as it never gets out to the public,” Kerry responds with a scowl. 

Nobody is happy you’re here. Least of all you. Rigg is the one to finally say it to Hoffman, with an air of forced levity- “Kerry’s got a psychic friend.”

That makes you wince, and Detective Hoffman’s reaction- a slight raise of his eyebrow, and an audible scoff- makes you all the more embarrassed to be here.

“Well, I gotta see this. Aren’t you going to introduce me?” He asks Kerry, walking over and pulling up a seat to the table that you’re all sitting around. He sets his cup of coffee down on the table, right beside some horrific metal contraption, and looks you over skeptically.

“It’s worth a shot, isn’t it?” Kerry snaps, her voice raising in irritation. She finally looks over at Hoffman, shooting him a glare. “She’s been right about things before, and Eric’s been missing for months. You have another lead, you let me know.” Having defended herself, and by extension you, Kerry runs a hand through her hair and sighs. 

After a pause, she tells Hoffman your name, and then adds, “We’ve been friends since college.”

“Nice to meet you,” you say with a strained smile. He nods in response, but he’s smirking, like he finds the entire thing ridiculous. To be fair, it is.

“Listen, I don’t… normally do this kind of thing, I swear,” you say to the table of detectives, who all watch you in anticipation. You feel like you’re on a stage, and it makes you worry they can see you start to sweat. You feel the need to defend yourself further, and prove you're not insane (or worse, an idiot). “This isn’t my job. I don’t charge money to do this or anything. I’m only here because Allison asked me.”

“Well then, work your magic,” Hoffman says, taking a sip of his coffee, “Rigg, you willing to put money on this?”

“Let me guess, you’re betting against?” Rigg shoots back, and Hoffman gestures as if to say, obviously.

Ignoring the heat of embarrassment rising in your cheeks, you close your eyes. 

“I can’t promise anything,” you mumble, but even as you speak you’re starting to get impressions. Those strange feelings and impulses that beat against your intuition like a war drum. 

Turning over the lock in your hands, you feel a sudden sharp pain in your left eye- you drop the lock, cringing, and gingerly reach up to touch your eye, feeling the bone of the socket under the skin.

“I haven’t told her a thing about the investigation, by the way,” Kerry says, and you detect a note of pride, or perhaps vindication, in her tone.

“Something was… here. Cold and heavy, like a lodged bullet.” You point to your eye. The table is silent now. You could hear a pin drop now, each detective’s rapt attention singularly on you. You get the feeling of something on your face, hard and suffocating. And then, the impression of cold- the long winter, wind whistling through trees, and still snow. The forest, the river, the empty lake.

Death.

“This was- whoever was associated with this didn’t make it out alive.” You open your eyes and pick up the autopsy photos, scanning through them until you find one that fits. A sheet covers the head, but you know what’s underneath. You still feel the echo of the mask on your face. Quietly, you pick it up, and then set it back down.

“Some of the details leaked. Lucky guess. Tell us somethin’ about John Kramer or his assistant.” Hoffman says, and you see him shuffle in his seat. His demeanour has changed, going serious. Keyed into your intuition as you are, something spikes a signal of danger through the back of your mind.

Not all that unusual for the cops you’ve met, though.

For several minutes, you get nothing but flutters of feeling and pain. Your foot goes numb, prickles like pins and needles; your body feels warm, like it’s being baked under the sun. Each sensation comes and goes just as quickly. You take the strange metal contraption in your hands, feeling the weight of it in your grasp, and close your eyes again, trying to stifle the feeling of panic that rises within you.

And then slowly, it comes to you. A vision of a chessboard, with multiple pieces, moving too fast for you to follow. It hurts your head to try. Finally, you speak again.

“I think… there’s more than just one. There’s the King. The Bishop. The Rook. The Knight- there’s at least… five? No, four. No wait, there’s a Queen, but is she aware of the play, or just a pawn promoted? And who is he? Is he real, or an imitation?” Your words are coming too fast for you to censor, spilling out so quickly that you trip over them.

“Are you saying there are… a team of Jigsaw killers?” Rigg asks dubiously. You nod.

“I think so. It’s all jumbled, it’s… a thousand strings weaved into patterns that I can’t follow. There are plans laid on top of plans, curled into schemes and plots. The King’s Crown is tainted with a rot, it drips down his forehead, it hurries his hands. It guides their every act.”

You take a deep breath. “I don’t know where they are. I just feel her desperation- the Bishop. It’s like a fucking- it’s a torrent. She needs him, because she hurts, and she doesn’t know what care is like if it doesn’t hurt. God, and there’s so much hurt. It’s- it’s endless, it’s all pain. It's all pain.” 

“She’s not making any sense-” Rigg mutters.

“Eric Matthews. Where is Eric Matthews,” Kerry’s voice cuts through, bringing its own hailstorm of impressions to you- regret, remorse, desire, annoyance, desperation and guilt, heavy like a stone. Suddenly, you’re struck by the image of Kerry as an angel. You shake it off, confused.

“Ah… cold. It’s cold. He’s inside the Earth. Buried below ground, somewhere deep and dark. Poor Matthews. God. It’s so cold,” you can’t help but shudder, feeling tears welling up in your eyes. It seems so lonely.

Kerry is silent. It’s obvious she would have preferred something more optimistic.

“Anything else?” She asks finally.

“Yeah there’s… there’s something…” you bite your lip, and grimace. There’s a feeling there, distant and only a flicker, but it seems really, really important. 

“I can’t quite figure it out, it’s like… it’s like a mirror. What is it? What are you saying?” You sigh, trying to understand. A feeling of rage slips through you. Horrible, sickly loss and rage. A heady sadism, the feeling of power. A feeling of voyeurism- of enjoying it.

You receive a flash of an image, a large figure, in a pig mask. That image is pretty fucking clear, but there’s something about it that you’re just not getting, that seems like it should be really, really obvious to you. You chase the feeling through the corners of your mind, like a dream you can’t quite remember.

The image of the pig’s mask turns to a theatre mask, and then to a blank void. It swirls and laughs at you, mocking. 

“There’s something I’m not seeing with him. The brutal one, the Rook. It’s like... he’s been tied up and pulled into this by a wire. The King uses it to move him, but what started in reluctance has become...something else. Something sick,” you mumble. Ironically, with the face a blank and swirling void, the impression becomes stronger.

You feel obsession, the kind that eats away at a soul. They all have it, but this is like a slow burn, a chemical fire in his heart that erupts and spills out. He enjoys it.

And suddenly, it’s like he’s right there. Close,  close, it’s so strong and burning so clear because he’s right in front of-

Your eyes snap open, and you’re staring at Detective Mark Hoffman, whose eyes drill into yours. 

Without a doubt, with one hundred percent, absolute certainty, you know that he is one of the Jigsaw killers.

“Uh,” you tear your gaze from his, and look at Kerry. The prickle of danger is alighting every nerve in your body, and quickly, you’re starting to panic. You laugh nervously. “Sorry, I don’t know what that was. I don’t have anything else. I should go.” Abruptly, you stand. You need to get the fuck out of this room, where Jigsaw is sitting just feet you-

“Hold on.” Hoffman’s voice freezes you. He rests a hand on your arm, and like a frightened rabbit, you jump. “You alright? That was a lot. You sure you didn’t get anything else?”

“What, are you a believer now?” Rigg asks him. He too looks a bit shaken, but frowns. “Sorry, but we didn’t learn anything from that. I could have told you Eric’s dead. The rest was a mess.”

You incline your head in an apology, feeling your hands start to shake. “I didn’t get anything else. No identities of the accomplices, or anything like that,” Fuck. Fuck, you need to stop talking. When you say the word accomplice, Hoffman’s grip tightens on your arm.

His eyes meet yours, and you feel your breath catch. You think you’re going to be sick.

“You did good,” Kerry says, though she sounds disappointed. She looks over her notepad. “We got a lot of information that’ll be helpful to keep in mind as we investigate. And who knows, maybe more will come to you later.”

“Yeah, maybe,” You say. Suddenly, another wave of pain and dizziness crashes over you, so overpowering that your vision swims. You’re falling, spinning, and then you’re caught in a warm embrace. Sturdy arms are holding you, keeping you from collapsing to the ground.

You open your eyes to see the killer holding you, peering down at you. Expressionless.

Somehow, it feels comforting, even knowing what you know. Somehow, it feels protective.

Lies upon lies.

“Hey, I’m headed out anyway. I can drive you home,” Hoffman says gently, and your eyes widen. Wee oo, wee oo! DANGER!

“Oh, no, I’m okay, really,” You mumble, but as you try to stand and extricate yourself from Hoffman’s grip, he just holds tighter. He smiles in a way where you can sense the snarl, just below the surface.

“Shh. It’s alright. Don’t worry about it,” He says, quiet and forceful, right beside your ear. You catch Rigg rolling his eyes. 

“Really Mark?” He mutters. You shift in the embrace again, attempting to stand upright. This time, he lets you go, but keeps a hand on you. To the others you’re sure it looks like a helping hand to steady you. To you, it seems like a threat.

But what can you do? If you scream out that holy fuck, he’s a Jigsaw accomplice, Kerry might believe you and no one else will. You don’t know what Hoffman might do under pressure, but you’re certain that the word of a crackpot psychic wouldn’t be enough to put him behind bars. Not without some kind of proof. And without that, your safety would very much be in danger. More than it already is.

You could adamantly refuse his ride, but then he would definitely know that you know. And again, that puts you in a very dangerous position. 

Maybe you could play it off as though you didn’t see or know anything? What choice did you have? Kerry had accidentally fucked you by asking you to come in and do your best.

“Are you okay?” She asks, concerned. She looks from you, to Hoffman. “I have to stay at the office a bit longer, but I’ll catch up with you after. I promise, Mark’s a good guy, even if he looks scary and gets on my nerves. He’ll get you home safe.”

You muster up a smile. Kerry and Rigg know you’re leaving with him. He can’t do anything. 

“S-sure. A ride home would be great, then. If it’s not too much trouble.” Your smile wobbles under the intensity of Hoffman’s stare. You feel like a mouse, being cornered by a hawk. Finally, he lets go of you, only to put his hand on the small of your back.

“Steady now,” he says, "It's no trouble." You nod.

“Thanks. Sorry again I couldn’t be of more help,” you shoot Kerry an apologetic smile, and are ushered out of the room by Detective Hoffman. 

He leads you out of the precinct, keeping his hand on your back as he does. All the while, your stomach churns in anxiety. Down the corridors, and around countless bends and offices, you're lead down the stairs and eventually reach the door outside.

He stays right beside you all the way out to his car, close enough that you can hear him breathing. By now, it’s dark out, a quarter past nine in the evening. Kerry had asked you to come late, so that if anyone was watching the precinct, you wouldn’t draw any attention- jokes on her, you supposed.

Hoffman opens the car door for you- what a gentleman- and closes it behind you with a heavy thud. It feels like the closing of a coffin door.

A coffin. Another flash, of a coffin filled with glass. Blood, everywhere blood. 

“Never believed in psychics before,” Hoffman says to you. He’s sitting in the driver’s seat when you open your eyes. You hadn’t heard him enter the car.

“That’s what Kerry said, the first time I told her,” you murmured. You glance around the vehicle. The doors are locked from the inside, and you don’t know how to open them. 

“What’d you see this time?” Hoffman asks as he starts up the car.

“Uh, I don’t know. It was all blurry,” You reply. If you’re going to try to convince him you’re a shit psychic, you’d better start now. 

“Uh-huh,” he replies as he pulls out of the parking lot, “You’re a terrible liar, you know.”

You swallow nervously, your heart starting to beat wildly in your chest.

“I haven’t told you where I live,” you mention, trying to keep your voice light.

“Let’s go for a drive,” Hoffman answers coldly.

Oh, you’re so fucked. 

You close your eyes, searching your intuition and trying to calm your breathing. The damn ‘gift’ has never been much help to you, but if it could get you out of this situation, you would pray to Cassandra every night for the rest of your life in thanks.

“Don’t bother lying any more.” At first, you think it’s your intuition saying that. After a second, you realize it was Detective Hoffman. “You said enough that I know you’re for real. So what’d you see?”

You glance out the window. He’s taking you out of the downtown core, away from the busy streets and traffic lights and out toward the highway. Swallowing nervously, you reply, “A glass coffin. A lot of blood. I don’t know if it’s something that’s happened or is going to happen. It’s never really clear- that’s true.”

And I’m sorry about your sister, a voice inside you whispers surreptitiously. You bite your tongue before you say it out loud.

“How often you get that?” He asks.

“It depends. After a session like today, I’ll get waves of it for a while. And then it’ll ebb. But it always comes back.” A migraine is starting to bloom between your eyes, but you know it’s the least of your problems tonight.

His grip tightens on the steering wheel. Strangely, for a moment, he seems nervous. “Can you... can you talk to the dead?”

You shake your head. “No. Sorry. I wish I could.”

He drives silently for a while. For a weird moment, it almost seems peaceful. He drives on the highway, and then exits onto an off ramp, into an industrial district. Hoffman drives in silence with you for the better part of half an hour. Then, finally, he pulls off beside an old mill of some kind, one that looks like it shut down years ago.

There is not a soul around. If you were to start screaming now, at the top of your lungs, you doubt anyone would hear you. Hoffman unbuckles his seat belt, and turns to face you.

“Are you going to murder me?” You ask, voice shaking.

“Now why would I do that?” There’s a note of false concern in his voice, which is offset by the smug smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth. He wants you to say it out loud. 

Right now, you’re feeling helpless.

“Alright. Alright. Yes, I think- I don’t know what I saw. Maybe it was you, maybe it was someone else. Bringing me out here instead of home isn’t a good look for you, you know,” you ramble nervously. He watches you.

“You think I’m the accomplice," he confirms, "Explains why you were so jumpy after,” Hoffman leans across the middle console, and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. It would feel intimate, if it wasn’t overtly threatening. 

“Which brings me back to my question. Did you bring me out here to kill me?,” you size up the windows as you speak, wondering if you could break them, if you had to. Can you roll them down? Nope, locked too, just like the door.

“You’re the psychic.” He replies, before he says, “I’ve still got questions that you might be able to help me with. You’re too useful. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I won’t lie to you, so don’t lie to me, either,” you snap back at him. He actually laughs at that, incredulous.

“You’re really something,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Listen. Your... theories. You tell them to me, and only me. You don’t tell Kerry, you don’t tell Rigg. You wouldn’t want to put them in danger, would you? No one would believe you anyway, but let’s not take any chances.” Hoffman leans into your space again, using his size to intimidate you. He’s only inches from you, caging you entirely back against the passenger side car door.

You nod your head in acquiescence. He hums in approval.

“Good. You tell Kerry about your theories, and it doesn’t end well for anyone, get it? Can you 'sense' that?”

And you can. You know he will kill you if he has to. He’ll kill you, Kerry, your family, anyone that gets in his way or threatens his cover. You get the horrible, hopeless sense that nothing would be able to stop him if he wanted you dead.

“Give me your phone.” You pass him your flip phone, still feeling dizzy with adrenaline and a pulse of relief- that he’s not going to kill you. At least not tonight. Probably.

After a few moments, he passes your phone back to you, leaning back into your space. A contact has been added under the name Mark. 

“Now I wanna hear you say it. You’re not going to tell anyone else.,” pressed back against the car door, you almost feel like you can’t breathe, but you nod quickly. Sickeningly, your face is flushed from the proximity.

“I won’t tell anyone else what I see about the Jigsaw murders. Just you,” you breathe, and he nods, touching your neck for a brief moment before he lets go and leans back, sitting back in the driver’s seat and looking you over.

“Before I take you home. Is there anything else you picked up that you haven’t told me about?”

“Mostly just feelings. Power, rage, loss, pain. Things like that. The, um, pig mask,” you pause, floundering, worried that continuing will piss him off. But he catches it- of course he does- and raises an eyebrow.

“And?”

“And I’m- I’m sorry about your sister.”

He sits back like you’ve knocked the breath out of him. He looks truly stunned, staring at you with his mouth slightly agape. You quickly add, “I don’t know anything about what happened. Just uh, just that sentence. And the feeling of... of a crushing loss.”

“Right,” he shakes his head, starting the car back up. He nods to himself, like he’s still processing what you’ve said. “Fuckin'... wow."

"Yeah, the intuition doesn't pull any punches," You mumble in return. He glances at you in surprise, and you quietly curse your inability to shut the fuck up.

Reluctantly, you give him your address, and he starts to drive back to the city. Within another half an hour, you’re pulling into the driveway of your apartment building, anxious to be out of the car and into your home.

“Now I know where you live. Got it?” He murmurs. You nod again, mutely. As you exit the car, Mark stops you.

“I’ll be in touch,” he says, before you scamper into your building.

NEXT CHAPTER

#im so sorry for putting this in the tags again #mark hoffman #slasher fic #saw franchise #slasher x reader #saw movies #sawposting #costas mandylor #detective hoffman #mark hoffman x reader #mark hoffman x oc #my writing

[ethereal-maniac]

omgg I js got the best idea idk if u did this already but the reader has curly hair and does it everyday so the ghouls haven’t seen their natural hair so when they’re straightener stops working they have to wear it natural(I’m rlly insecure ab my hair it gets so frizzy n wild😭😭 p.s ik it’s a lot bear w me pls AND UR THE BEST WRITER EVER BABE<333

A/n: Omg stop you got me kickin my feet n shit, I would be delighted to fulfil your request. I wasn't sure if you meant head canons or a fic so I did head canons, I hope thats alright! (Also decided on Era 4 Ghouls) 😚🩷

GenderNeutral!Reader x Sodo, Swiss, Phantom, Aether, Rain, Mountain, Cumulus, Cirrus and Copia (seperate)

❗️TW❗️: none, just fluff :)

SODO

He immediately pictures running his fingers through your wild hair when your on your knees- but then notices you seem a little skittish.

Man is your body guard for the whole day, if anyone comments about how it's 'too frizzy' or 'too tangled' they are getting a furious Ghoul in their face with a set of sharp teeth ready to gnaw the flesh off their bones.

You're way to gorgeous to hear that sort of nonsense.

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SWISS

He has pretty crazy hair too sometimes so he understands your struggle and doesn't complain when you take some extra time each morning to do your hair.

But boy does he wish for your straightener to be broken forever.

He can't stop grinning at you and walking up to you all day just to smell your hair, pet your head, then walk away again.

Specifically in that order, don't ask, he's just a little obsessed.

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PHANTOM

He can’t help but try to groom your hair a little when you express how much you wish your hair straightener was working.

He takes your face in his hands and tilts it down so he can run the rough of his tongue over your hair, trying to tame the strands.

He quickly stops when you let out a yelp of surprise.

“What? You said you wanted your hair straight?” He asks with wide eyes.

“Not like that baby,” you laugh, pulling him into your arms.

“I think I prefer your hair like this, it suits you a lot,” he trills.

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AETHER

He purrs louder when you walk into the bedroom to find him still in bed, telling him that your hair straightener’s broken.

He smiles with droopy eyes and makes grabby hands for you, then proceeds to rub his face against your hair when you lie next to him.

“It’s so pretty my love,” he murmurs while trying to practically suffocate himself in your hair, his arms trapping you against him.

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RAIN

He seeks you out during the day more than usual just to twirl curls of your hair around his fingers.

He nods dumbly as you talk, not really taking in much that's being said.

He then proceeds to randomly interrupt you as you complain about some menace in the library saying softly, "I really like your hair today."

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MOUNTAIN

He is in love all over again.

He was shocked when you walked into the greenhouse with crazy hair, he can't stop looking at it with wide eyes while trying to touch it.

He wants to get on his knees and beg you to never straighten it again but he understands it's easier for you.

(Just don't leave him alone with your straightener, he will tear it to shreds, I repeat he will tear it to shreds).

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CUMULUS

She really likes this look on you, messy and free.

She tries out a LOT of hairstyles on you, human and Ghoulish styles.

She will probably hide your hair straightener every couple of months when it's fixed again.

Don't be mad, she just wants to see your hair in all it's glory once in a while. :(

You know that hairstyle that couples do where they put their hair in a joint plait?

Yeah. That happens. And you have to find Copia to try and help untangling it.

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CIRRUS

She sits you down immediately.

You must know your hair looks very majestic.

She gets a brush out at random times during the day to gently seat you in front of her so she can brush your hair and play with it for a while before letting you continue on with your day, she kind of likes the 'frizzy' texture.

She, like Phantom, also attempts to groom your hair multiple times because it ‘tastes like you’.

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COPIA

Oh man he loves to see you embracing your natural hair, even though you didn’t really have a choice.

If he can’t spend the whole day in bed with you, he’ll ask for you to just be with him while he works around the abbey so he can card his fingers through your hair.

He finds it extra soothing when it’s your natural hair, un-straightened.

He doesn’t really know why but to him it just really feels like you.

Do not copy, translate or transfer (plaigarise) any of my fics.

#the band ghost #ghost band #for you #i write #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #sodo ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #nameless ghoulettes #sodo x reader #swiss x reader #phantom x reader #aether x reader #rain x reader #mountain x reader #cumulus x reader #cirrus x reader #curly hair #frizzyhair #aeon ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop x reader #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader

[imaginespazzi]

Ignoring as instructed whatever has just come up around twitter….

Hello hello from ☕️ anon! First things first bestie, just wanna say I hope you have had a great end to the weekend and that alls well. And second, my compliments as always on your writing. Ch 5 was an exceptional read and today's drabble just put a big smile on our faces. (Thank you to the kiddos ha!)

Ok now onto business as usual with my promised follow up: Full transparency, in a very fortunate happenstance for my exhausted self, a post came up on another blog essentially short cut recapping separate discussions that I'd come across and was gonna share. You may have already come across them, bkristen, since they post lots about our dear Pazzi as well. I have copied below in quotes for all your readers :) As before, let me just say this is simply being shared for the fun of discourse. I'm not endorsing anything nor can I verify info of any anon's posts. Not trying to discredit any other peoples' comments or feelings on L/G either.

"Georgia and Liz got together in 2020, Liz thought it was serious Georgia didn’t and cheated on her hella. Liz took her back everytime but in 2023 (so last year) they finally committed fully which is why there was always podcasts and they were inseparable… until Georgia cheated again but with Kate Martin around late November early December. It caused a huge rift in the team (which is why the podcasts stopped and they wouldn’t be seen together for anything, even for press). Nobody on the team even posted Georgia for her bday… they are still mad lol. They’ve been amicable now but those first few months were ugly. Again I’m pretty sure her and Kendyl aren’t dating but idk I haven’t talked them in a bit ~ I go to VT and am very connected to the team + but I first heard this from one of their friends at another school"

Honestly in my mind the only real hole in all that is how Amoore and Martin would ever have gotten together, while granted there can be different definitions to cheating for people. Though it does now occur to me that VA Tech and Iowa did play and were around eachother in Nov for the Ally Tip Off game in Charlotte NC. And of course Martin had a breakup up around this time it seems and then there was all the social media speculation that raised eyebrows.

Added note: some other anon sent in a screenshot of recent insta (comments) where GA responds to someone who replied to Kendyl's comment on her post that they are cute together by referring to K as "big sis 💀", seemingly denying a relationship there? Of course Kenny does have other daughters if one were still to believe said rumors lol. Oh Georgia..

Sorry it took me a while to answer this bestie queen but I'm glad you're back <3

Okay so that other VT anon had me confused but I saw Georgia's comment so she's very much not dating Gabby lol. And honestly this just makes sense because what else would cause such a huge follow out. But man I feel pretty shit for Liz like I read it as platonic at the time but you could always tell Georgia meant the world to her and damn girlie got fucked over pretty bad huh.

I think Kate and Georgia were maybe just a bit of a fun fling but man if that's the timeline, then Liz was literally right there if was during the Ally Tip Off game like that's a whole other level of fucked but damn.

The "oh Georgia" at the end really took me omg 😭

#ask #☕️ anon always got the tea! #i hope liz finds herself a cutie tho

[matsur1]

Ex!Cheater!Hanma x f!reader, Ran x f!reader (but more of like a ran x reader I think-?)

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, and cringe if you think abt it- pls dont come at me, I tried 😭 Gotta say this is quite a cheesy one coming from myself 🥲 sorry if yall dont like this one- I'm doing better nxt time 😔

Word count: 819

You and Hanma were in a “healthy” relationship. At least only in the day. But when the night falls? Oh, he leaves you alone when he thinks you’re “sleeping.” You already found out that he was cheating from all the little hints he’s left. You decided to play along and play innocent. Truth be told, you were growing impatient every night, but you stopped yourself from confronting Hanma. Why? Because you’re waiting for the day that you finally catch him. Why again? ‘Cause it’d be more thrilling that way. One day, you decided to finally try him.

“Shujiii, I’ll be buying groceries. I won’t be back for a while!” You shouted as you put your shoes on. “Okay, make sure to text me when you’re on your way home, darling,” He replied. You quietly clicked your tongue at his reply, “M’kay.” 

Then you closed the door of your shared apartment and walked your way to the grocery. It took about 10 minutes to walk there but after you reached the grocery, you didn’t bother to go inside. Instead, you walked you way back home. “Heh, text you on my way home huh.”

When you finally reached the front of your apartment, you looked at the door and took a long sigh. Finally opening the door, “I’m ho-“ you see Hanma with his mistress being lovey dovey on the couch. He looked at the door only to see that his dear girlfriend was home. He turned to check his phone to see if he missed a message. “Called it,” you calmly spoke. The mistress was shocked at your calm response. The sly smirk fading away from her face. 

“Well? Start stating your defense – or should I say excuses? Motherfuckers.” You slammed the door, making the mistress flinch. “So you found out huh?” Hanma chuckled, lighting a cig. “Oh fuck yeah, I did. A year of relationship and I found out like what 6 or 7 months ago? Been waiting for this exact moment.” You slowly walked over to his mistress, grabbing her chin, and slowly pulling it up ‘til you’re both eye to eye. 

“Well, she looks pretty.” You turn to look at Hanma. “But she also looks like she fucks 5 other men other than you,” Hanma coughed at your statement. “What’s your name, darling?” Mocking Hanma’s tone, you turn to look at her and innocently smile. “…Mika,” she uttered. “Okay Mika, let me ask you a favor. Tell your fucking boyfriend to get out of my apartment. Follow him out if you will. Thanks,” you furiously said as you pat her head in sarcasm. With a “tch” coming out of her mouth, she walks away with Hanma following behind her. “Been fun, y/n.” Hanma spoke. You chose to ignore him. Disinfected the couch because you didn’t want to catch their cheating issue germs. You took a cig from Hanma’s pack that he left on the table and lit it. Leaning your head back, putting one arm on top of your eyes while your other hand holds the cig and taking a deep sigh because you were overwhelmed by what had just happened. Blowing out the smoke, “Fucking idiots,” you whispered. 

“Indeed,” a mid-low deep voice answered. You were shocked, knowing no one else was in your apartment. “Fuckin’ hell. Who ar- Oh, well hello there, Wednesday Adams.” You said. “Well, thank you for the sweet name but the name’s Ran. Ran Haitani.” He added. 

“Haven’t seen you for quite a while now. Actually- why are you even here? how’d you kno-“ you were cut off, “First, yes, long time no see. It was 8 months ago since Hanma introduced you to the gang. Second, I saw you back there in the grocery and recognized you, I was about to greet you hello when you surprisingly came back from the direction you came from and so I followed you, don’t ask why. Lastly, I made sure to give him a ‘friendly’ punch earlier.” He ranted. “Okay, rap god. I barely understood what you said but make yourself feel at home. Careful though, there’re cheating germs everywhere.” You replied. 

Ran chuckled, “Well making this my home isn’t exactly what I came here for. Making you live with my last name and live in my mansion is what I came here for.” He declared. “Wh-“ you could barely even talk. “Promise I didn’t catch any of that fucker’s germs though.” He added, making you grin a little.

“Wow, okay. Respectable offer but I don’t think I’ve gotten to know you enough yet, Mr. Wednesday Adams,” you teased with the nickname while you blew smoke out once again.

“Care for a date then?” He stood in front of you, handing out one of his hands. A small silence visited but, “A little date wouldn’t hurt,” you responded. Killing the cig out and putting your hand on top of his, accepting his offer.

© Matsuri

#✒︎ matsur1 writes #hanma shuuji #ran haitani #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani x you #ran haitani x y/n #hanma x you #hanma x y/n #tokyo revengers #y/n #yn #female reader #reader #you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you

[emsylcatac]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

thanks for the tag @ladyofthenoodle & @cakemousse ♥️

1. Are you named after anyone?

No! But my 2nd name is after my godmother

2. When was the last time you cried?

I’m sure I cried more recently, but the most memorable cry was 2 months ago in April. I had gotten a pretty bad email amongst other things at work after a few very stressful months and my emotions were all over the place 💀

3. Do you have kids?

No

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I think I do a little to some extent? But I usually make sure you can tell it’s sarcasm - and I very rarely direct it at someone except for teasing, mostly I use it when retelling a story

5. What sports do you play/have played?

Nothing at the moment. I did gymnastic a couple of years when I was a kid. And in my last year of studies I did a bit of Jujitsu for a few months before going abroad for an internship, which I really loved & would love to pick up again. But they don’t do it in the city I currently live in :(

Otherwise I love hiking if that counts

6. What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

Uuuhhhh no idea, their general attitude? I’ve never really thought about it

7. What’s your eye color?

Blue-grey

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I’m like Marinette when it comes to scary movies so happy endings all the way hahaha

9. Any special talents?

depends what ‘special’ means but if it’s ‘weird’ then i’d say I can imitate cats & chickens’ cries pretty well 💀

10. Where were you born?

Somewhere in France

11. What are your hobbies?

music / photography / I guess drawing a little bit but I haven’t done that in a while, it kinda rotates depending on my mood

12. Do you have pets?

yes i have a cat at my family’s place

13. How tall are you

166 cm (roughly 5’’4)

14. Favorite subject in school?

It used to be biology & English (note that I’m French so it was learning the language, not the literacy classes haha)

15. Dream job?

Wildlife reporter maybe? idk

Tagging (feel free to ignore) : @ladynoirist @amimons @yeet-noir @little-mari-on-a-roof @2manyfandoms2count @fortuna-et-cataclysmos (yes it’s not 15 people but idk who hasn’t been tagged yet and i’m lazy ok 😭)

#tag game #not ml

[nerdieforpedro]

12/17/2023 Weekend Update

We’re halfway through December already! The year will be over soon, so weird but it does happen every year. Anyhow, let’s get started.

Nerdie, you’ve got some new graphics. It looks…the pickle is starting at me.

Is it? Eh, it probably feels like it. I’ve been playing around on Canva after looking through other people’s accounts and masterlists. I’ve made some progress. The lists I’ve updated so far:

Dieter Bravo Masterlist (Betty liked this one so I’m leaving it as is.)

Frankie Morales Masterlist. (I found a side profile pic that screamed Frankie to me, I made it the largest picture.)

Joel Miller Masterlist (He screams to me that he drinks whiskey so it’s on his page also I edited the middle picture because you gotta understand how broad he is)

Dave York Masterlist (The Dave I wrote is a sadistic man who might be softening a little. I might have gotten a soft pic or two in there.)

What else have you been up to this week Nerdie?

Session Three of the Sard’ika Sessions went up. We’re half way through Space Buddies. I want to thank everyone who’s been reading and following along. Your comments and reblogs are always very sweet and have some great takes.

We did a Fic Authors Self rec this week in the tag games and we all gave five of our own fics we would recommend to readers. If you’re a writer and would like to do some signal boosting, you can try it out as well.

I was in the mood for some Dieter Bravo this week. I read quite a few fics with him in it and I somehow forgot that I had written a second chapter of my Dieter Bravo series that I started a couple months back. 😅 Yup, too many WIPs and not enough focus will do that.

The series is revolves around Dieter and our OFC Maya who is traveling to her younger brother’s destination wedding. She meets Dieter and chaos ensues. I made Dieter a goat papa and Dee may have an issue with the man who plays Poe Dameron. I won’t say his name because Dieter doesn’t react well to it at all.

Both chapters are on the Dieter Bravo Masterlist. I am working on chapter three. No clouds were harmed in the creation of the chapter.

How do you forget you started a series Nerdie?

Well, I kept reading others people’s fics, starting WIPs based off of different ideas and it fell off. I have three other series that are “paused” too. I haven’t had any ideas for them.

Plus I have two different challenges to work on and that are due soon.

What are those?

One is that pickle staring at you: The Pickled Peña challenge. Open to all writers who wanna try it. Have some fun trying to figure out a Peña pickle. Instructions are in the hyperlink above.

The other challenge is, well, involves Pedro characters, we were assigned one to get pegged. It’s the Peg That Middle Aged Man or PTMAM 2024. Go big, go forth and peg on! I think, but I have an outline. So, yeah… 😭 Totally on goal there.

We should know by know not to ask, it never goes where we think it’s gonna go. What else?

We spoke in our group about astrological signs. We had a very good discourse led by @goodwithcheese who told us what our sweaty palms looked like and gave us more insight. Pretty fun actually, I pondered I pondered hard.

I started another WIP (because it feels like I start a new one every 3 days) about Joel and Layla from my Sugar series. Them at Christmas, Joel spending more time with her family, what happened when he met them the first time, where they are now. The nylons will make a return, because I’m not sure I can see Joel without them now when I write him. It started out being @morallyinept ‘s fault but it’s all mine now. I won’t shift blame on that one.

Is there anything else Nerdie?

Just one more thing, I made volume 4 of my fanfic author recommendations so please check out their work and make sure to reblog. 😊

Stay warm, hydrated and safe,

Love Nerdie ❤️

#weekend update #Nerdie speaks #Nerdie fic recs #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #dieter bravo #joel miller #the mandalorian #frankie morales #dave york #Sard’ika Sessions

[georgiapeach30513]

Now we need the whole nines with little AJ 😂 the boob hurting, the finding out, the bump, Squishers finding out, the family finding out, changing his name, Kitten reacting to the name 😭 PLS IM BEGGING IM ON MY KNEES JUST FOR YOU 🧎🏻‍♀️

AJ was the first Drysdale baby that was a complete surprise…well, they weren’t explicitly trying for a baby. But Blade didn’t do anything to prevent it either. He loved the raw deal without the pressure of checking every month. Blade is basically his father you know.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Anders Jefferson Drysdale

Summary: Blade gets his fifth

Pairings: Blade X Lo

Rating: 🥺🥺

Warnings: Squishers is older 😭😭, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.8K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

Blade Drysdale Masterlist

You drop the knife down on the counter, and turn and stare right back your husband. He had that dopey look about him, and still so hungry for you. Willow holding on tight to her daddy, while her head rests on his shoulder, her little hand patting on his back, and if he wasn’t so damn hot with his workout clothes, and his sleeves of tattoos on full display, you would be more annoyed.

“What do you want Blade?”

“You look different,” he singsongs, getting a sweet little encore of ‘Mommy’s different’ from Willow.

“I’m wearing green today, yesterday I wore black.”

“Nope, you’re glowing. Those jugs of yours have been spilling over your bra.”

“Steven Blade!”

“Daddy,” Willow leans back and shakes her head at him, “Those are her boobies. Be nice. Say boobies.”

“Mommy’s boobies look bigger.”

“I want big boobies like mommy.”

“No!” he shouts at her, making her giggle at him. “Nobody but mommy gets boobies. Lo?” he looks up at you as you still giggle, “I’m talking about boobies with my daughter.”

“You brought it up,” you remind him, returning to the chopping when he puts Willow down to play with her twin. He walks behind you, wrapping those large arms around you body, taking a deep sniff on your neck, before kissing on the sensitive skin.

“Blade, what are you doing?”

“I need you to take a test.”

“I’m not pregnant. I’m fine. My ‘boobies’ aren’t hurting, I’m not sick, I’m fine.”

“You’ve missed a period,” your movements freeze, and you turn to creepily look at him, “My brain is full of equations, don’t question this too much. But by my guess, I’m thinking your two weeks late.”

“Two weeks?” panicking you walk the two of you to the calendar, and count back, that crazy husband of yours right. “Hmm.”

“And I haven’t held back. And you’ve started to get more sensitive. And even Squishers made a comment about how you looked different. Eggbert is doing that sniffing thing around you that Squish did. Just take a test, and put me out of my misery. My Willie and Elfie are getting too old, and I want a baby.”

You give him a playful growl, “Go to your sister’s then.”

“Lo! Give me a baby. Pretty sure you already are. It’s not a lack of trying.”

“Fable is eight,” Blade bites at your neck, growling about how he knows how old his children are. “You wanting your fifth, Ransom?”

“Ah!” he finally backs away from you, “I despise the day that mom told you that! I am not my father. You take that back.”

“Your father is a great man. There’s worse people to be compared to. You’ve definitely got his ridiculousness,” you have to giggle because he is so ridiculous. His Drysdale showing as he retches. “I’ll take a test!”

“And if you’re not pregnant,” he starts following you through the house. Walking past the playroom, and it gets too quiet.

“Shh, she heard you.”

“You act like my little, ah,” he lets out yip when Fable runs in and stands in front of her dad, giving him a snaggle toothed grin. “Squishers, what are you doing?”

“You…you, you, you, you,” he waits patiently as your daughter tries to collect her thoughts, “You said the p word. Why?”

“There’s a nugget in mommy’s belly,” you wince a bit, because silly nicknames like that stick in your family. “I mean, I don’t actually know.”

“Mommy, do you have a nuggie in that belly? Do you? Why am I always the last to know about these things? Just wait, Beckers! Come here Eggy boy.”

“Do we have to call my beautiful boy that?”

Fable nods her head and waits for Beckett to join her. Slapping on your belly, while she looks at him, “Daddy did it again. He did the chicken poop…”

“You know how to say fertilizer now,” you remind her, already starting to laugh.

“Chicken poop sounds funner. Listen, Eggbert, we’ve been infiltrated again. Willie and Elfie are just now getting trained, and I’m not getting any younger. If there is in fact a Dino nuggie in that belly, I’m giving you the reigns.”

“No. Me don’t want no reigns. Me don’t like training giggle boxes. It’s up to you.”

“If you want something done right. Am I right, mommy?” her lashes bat up at you, and she moves behind you to push you towards the bathroom, “Pee on your stick, and find out. I can’t handle this suspense. And the stress I’m gonna be under. If there’s two in there, we’re giving one to Becks and Azzie. No, James and Iris. No, Lucy and Chris. Let Mimi and Papa handle it. Is it an it or a boy or a girl? It doesn’t matter. Pee on your stick.”

“I’m trying Squish. Out,” you close the door in everyone’s face including Blade’s. You hear the giggling voices of Willow and Elswyth running outside the bathroom, and suddenly you start overthinking.

“Blade, I can’t perform with all of you guys out there.”

“You have peed in front of all of us. We’re needy,” Fable calls out. “You can do it mommy. We just need to know.”

They wait outside the bedroom what seems hours, until you open the door, tears already in your eyes, and you give your big man a nod.

“We’re having a baby! We’re having a baby! If this is just one, I may need another one so I’m not like…”

“Steven Blade!”

“We’ll talk when you’re finished with the Dino nugget.”

“No! Don’t call him that.”

“Dino Nuggies!” Willow shouts, it stuck.

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Blade made things way too obvious by always touching you, and you had two out of four children who didn’t know how to be quiet, Fable and Elswyth. Fable wanted to burst through the door at the estate screaming about the Dino nuggie that was in your belly.

Five kids later, you didn’t even care. But it was hilarious her thinking that she was doing something big. She would tap on someone, and pull them down to her for a quick whisper about your bundle. Waiting until Blade’s mom was last.

Letting little Beckett be the one to crawl in her lap, and tell her how there was a dinosaur in your belly. “A dinosaur? Did mommy eat it?”

“Daddy put it there.”

“Daddy did what?” when she looks up at the two of you, Blade just cups you belly, and you see her sweet tears well up in her eyes. “You’re…you’re having your fifth?”

You giggle a bit but Blade’s face falls flat, “I’m not my father.”

“You are, son. Just embrace it. I still look good for my age. It is a privilege to look like me, and you act,” his mom cuts her eyes over at her husband, and he laughs, “You act nothing like me. Not at all. Nope. You act like Steve.”

“Like that’s any better,” James gives a chuckle, going over to shake Blade’s hand, “I told you when you were just a puny bean pole, you’d fill out. Now look at you, fertile and thick, just like I knew you would be.”

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Frustratingly you try and nurse Suede, but there was nothing that would soothe him. Blade tried holding him, and still your beautiful little boy cried. So much smaller than your other babies, and you wonder if he would get that rotund belly like his siblings. But he wouldn’t if he won’t eat.

You let out a whine looking at Blade, who reaches over to hold him, “Bladey, what am I doing wrong?”

“Babe, he’s new. You didn’t think all the kids were going to precious angels,” Suede lets out a squeal, and Blade apologizes, “You’re an angel, too, son. You’re just really loud.”

You and him hold back your own tears, exhausted, and unsure what to do. The other ones were never like this. He sighs as his parents walk in, his mom looking at your newest bundle of tears instead of joy. “Oh, my sweet Suede-y what’s wrong? Here, let me hold the baby, Blade you comfort Lo. Ran, baby this room is in dire need of some good coffee. Tell BB you’re heading over for the birth special. Suede-y Jefferson, no more tears,” she coos, sitting down on the couch.

It takes a mere moment for your baby to hiccup, trying to catch his breath. Her fingers pets over his skin softly, and she starts singing You Are My Sunshine, “Hey, that’s my song.”

“Blade, shh,” yourself begins to get sleepier with the sound of her voice, and your baby not crying. “Blade?”

“Hmm?” he turns to look at you, and you give him the biggest smile. His mother in a world of her own rocking the sweet babe to sleep.

“Remember one of the names we tossed around?”

“Yes, but we have a Beckett. We don’t need another child named after,” his own gaze watches his mother with tears in her eyes. His dad leaning over to kiss her cheek.

“You look kinda like your daddy, kinda like what I thought your uncle would look like.”

“Mom? I know we said his name was going to be Suede, but.”

“I love that name, and your such a handsome boy. Did you pinch the baby or something?”

“No, it was a name we tossed around in the beginning. And I know that we’ve got Beckett, and Z’s middle name, we’re changing it,” she looks between the two of you, looking confused, and she’s back to looking at your baby when he whimpers. “It sounds good as to what we want thought of calling him.”

“When he’s not being called Dino nuggie. Kitten, can we name him Anders Jefferson? He can go by AJ.”

She pauses, petting over his skin, before leaning over on Ransom’s arm. Her head bobbing as she nods yes. Tears freely flow down her eyes, and Ransom has to wrap his arms around her. “It’s beautiful, but you don’t have to.”

“I want to, Kitten. It seems like he’s got a bit of Anders’ spirit. He hasn’t really stopped crying until you held him.”

“Have you been nothing but tears? We’re gonna to work on that, huh? Anders Jefferson, you were named after two uncles. How very special you are, sweet boy. Do you think you can let mommy hold you, so she can feed you. You’re a little shrimp compared to the other babies.”

She continues her little baby talk to him before walking him over to you. He sniffles a bit, but is calm enough to where he’ll latch on.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” she whispers kissing the top of your head. “Not just for his name. But for giving my baby boy this life. He’s just like his dad, and he loves his babies. So thank you. Ransom, we’re going to get coffee. You two rest, we’ll be back later.”

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #da au request #blade drysdale #blade drysdale x lo drysdale #Anders Jefferson Drysdale

[stilesb0]

Hi, hi, hi!! I thank @ahyesthesufferingoftvteens for this request! Also i’m really sorry but I think I kinda got off track and I also think they’re out of character 😭🙏

Okay, Skeet isn’t dead, I’ll forever be delulu, so he’s mentioned in this!

Warnings: none? I’m not sure.

(Reekai\Reeve x Kai.)

Also I wing it with punctuation, i do what feels right so correct me if I do something wrong!

Talks and donut dates

It’s been around three months since the group settled down in hollow life, it took two months for skeet to heal up from his injury, they were lucky it wasn’t fetal.

Anyways, Kai has be distancing himself from the group, it’s not like he wanted to but he couldn’t see a place he would fit. Sure he’d still hand out with them, mostly individually, like his Nature walks with Mira. his skateboarding lessons with Skeet. discovering new cheat codes with Vanessa, even though he’d never actually use them. Trying to start an lgbtq+ support club at their school With Adam. And lastly, his awkward hang outs with Reeve, nearly always at holy donuts, the park or in one of their rooms where they play games.

Kai has been avoiding them even more. He kept thinking of when He was in the castle ruins with Adam, where he found out that he was basically a replacement for reeve.

•

With Reeve, he was confronting Mira, knowing she was the most likely to keep a secret out of the best friends.

Reeve said a quick hello to Mira’s dads before heading out to the back yard, where Mira would most likely be, sitting against a tree with a book, probably dozing of as the heat tired her. And he was right, she sat with her back against the tree, her head laying back and her book sat open.

He made his way over to her, crouching down and poking her in the cheek, continuously doing so, knowing how much she hates it.

The girls eyes snapped open, glaring at the older (?) boy. “What do you need, Reeve?” She sighed, rubbing her eyes.

Reeve sat down, arms crossed. “Why’s Kai avoiding us?” He asked, not beating around the bush.

Mira sighed, closing her book. “There’s this thing that happened.”

•

An hour later, Kai stood outside of Holy Donuts, waiting for Reeve. He stuck his tongue out as he fiddled with a Rubik’s cube, looking up when a shadow fell over him.

“Hey.” Reeve nodded, a small smile on his face. Kai smiled, putting the cube in his bag. “Can we talk?” Reeve asked, pulling Kai to sit on a bench.

“Sure.” The short boy nodded.

“I know why you’ve been avoiding hanging out as a group.” Reeve stated, looking at Kai.

“What? No, I haven’t.” Kai laughed nervously, eyes darting around.

“You have.” Reeve stated, raising a brow as Kai went to refuse again.

“Alright.” Kai sighed, admitting defeat.

“You May have took my place as Mira and Adams teammate but they chose you because they knew you’d do great. You’re our friend, Kai, and an amazing person.” Reeve rambled.

Kai smiled, clearing his throat as he felt his face heat up. “Thanks…” he laughed nervously. “Now, we have a donut date to star.” He stated standing up, looking behind him at Reeve. “You coming?”

And finally, after their fourth holy donut date, the two made it official.

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Sorry it’s so short, and it seems pretty cringey 😭🙏 I’m much better at writing fics that follow an episode\movie and this is my first time writing a oneshot =D

My cringey hollow Oc

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#the hollow reekai #the hollow skeet #the hollow vanessa #the hollow reeve #the hollow kai #the hollow adam #the hollow mira #the hollow netflix

[laurelnose]

how are we feeling about book of hours? or have you left your cultist sim phase

I was a bit confused by this ask bc I’m actually pretty active in Secret Histories fandom and then I remembered my activity for this fandom happens to be like, exclusively on reddit and the wikis, lmao. My Secret Histories phase has not ended, anon! I am always thinking about the Histories!!

Book of Hours: good! I find myself tripped up by choice paralysis every time I get ready to commit a History to paper (it takes so much LONGER to do a Librarian run than a Cultist run, Alex, I know you didn’t actually intend for us to replay the game 100+ times but also 😭) but it’s fun it’s cozy!

It is just flatly not as good or tight an experience as CS — some of the writing is weaker, like the proliferation of just... existing quotes from elsewhere? and the humor attempts are a little ehh; there are still missing features, tho’ yes, these are being worked on at an impressive rate; the replayability is not really there, on purpose — but Cultist Simulator is really fucking good, so BoH falling a touch short isn’t much of a criticism at all. I genuinely really like it and have very much enjoyed the lore-digging. There’s soooo much new stuff abt my problematic apostate fave 🩵 Coseley and Naenia? Coseley and an Hour from Nowhere? Delightful! The patches have been big QoL improvements. Plus I can’t discount the part where the first time I launched the game and the SH kachunk sound played it just—felt like coming home, and that feeling didn’t abate at all as I started working through the Library.

I’m waiting for DAYMARE before I start another descent (and, like, I also need to finish BG3 before Stardew 1.6 drops? besides all the holiday stuff I gotta get through in the next couple months) but I’m gonna do Magnate next I think. I’m a Moth/Lantern sucker so my past Librarians have been mostly the Twice-Born and the Prodigal. Time for Edge!

anyways here you can have a little sad Christopher fic snippet, as a treat

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The Hotel Ciervo offers a continental breakfast. You pass over the buns and pastries glistening with sugar glaze, the sausages thick and dripping fat, the scrambled eggs beat to improbable voluminosity. You do not fear to eat the food of the Long. (Haven’t you eaten enough of it between your lovers?) But you lack any appetite.

You get a cup of Dawnlion coffee to have something to do with your hands and take it into the Hart Room. Choose a table near to one of the floor-length windows overlooking the glittering waters. In the distance you can see the fog-elided outline of Raven Isle’s caldera. It’s something to look at as you nurse your coffee and wait.

You’re not sure how long it is. Time in the Isles passes more like a memory than an experience, and you’re in a poor state of mind to keep track regardless. But presently a man of middling height with his dense curls cropped close to his head pulls out the chair across from you.

“So, what was so important that you needed to come to Noon in person?”

Coseley will look just as you remember him. He always does; he has been Long for centuries before your own birth. Out of the corner of your eye you see his fingers still long and graceful, his palms smudged with the walnut ink he favors, as he sets his teacup on the table and sits down. When you turn your head from the window and meet his gaze, his face is unchanged as expected. No new lines crease the deep warm brown of his cheeks; no fearsome new depth of Winter shines out of his familiar frost-pale eyes. Further heights of the Mansus have been closed to Julian for almost as long as he has been immortal, and thus he remains as he was when he first ascended.

You know he does not see the same changelessness in your face, the face of an occultist of middling power who is feeling the march of time, for no denizen of the Mansus are you. You are, and remain, merely mortal. You must not be able to keep the desolation out of your eyes, because his brows draw together like an oncoming cold front.

“Where is Teresa, Christopher?”

#secret histories tag #asks #anonymous #laurelnose fic

[nothing-particularly-exciting]

15 questions 15 mutuals

got tagged by @rosiesared and @ck2k18, thanks guys!! <3

are you named after anyone?

nope

2. when was the last time you cried?

uhhh i can’t remember the exact day but i’m pretty sure i’ve cried at some point during the past month

3. do you have kids?

i do not

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

sometimes, usually when i’m talking to people i know who have a tendency to be sarcastic themselves lmao

5. what sports do you play/have played?

tennis, badminton, hockey, also i know that you don’t play these sports, per se, but swimming and horse riding! also dancing, if that counts??? i’m only including the ones that i’ve done regularly over long periods of time dfhjdhnfhkd

6. what’s the first thing you notice about someone?

hmmm, it’s kind of difficult to say because i’ve never really thought about it, but probably their face or maybe their hair or clothing

7. what’s your eye color?

like a light-ish brown i guess? i’ve been told that they were quite dark when i was a baby

8. scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings ftw, they bring me comfort plus i’m generally not a big fan of scary movies lol

9. any special talents?

i think i can be pretty funny at times!!

10. where were you born?

in a hospital

11. what are your hobbies?

writing, drawing, reading, going for long walks, dnd and cycling (although i admittedly haven’t done that in a while)

12. do you have pets?

sadly no 😭 i used to have goldfish though

13. how tall are you?

iirc i’m either 5'7" or bordering on it, it’s been ages since i last measured my height sdjksjdksk

14. favorite subject in school?

i’m an english girlie through and through <3 but tbf i also enjoy subjects like art, politics and anything to do with languages in general

15. dream job?

definitely author!! not sure how attainable it is, though, because ✨capitalism✨ so right now i’m trying to keep my options open

i think some of my mutuals have already been tagged so if you see this and want to answer the questions then feel free to!! :D

#tag game #mutuals

[moodywyrm]

that’s so cute!!! crochet garlands are adorable,, one of my friends made me a daisy garland a few months ago and i love it sm !!! i love when people crochet things as a gift, it’s so much more special that way :( 🫶

i normally don’t like building things but there’s something about ikea that puts me in a building mood 😭 i built a bookshelf for our balcony the other night and i felt so accomplished .

i know i’m so !!!??? i have an idea of what it could be bc we’ve gone on vacation together but it’s always something small, and she’s going all out for this trip .. i told my best friends and they’re all thinking the same but i don’t want to jump to conclusions 😭

that’s good!! and i’m glad you’re enjoying crocheting so much omg 🫶 no walk :( but at least you played!! and yummy :oo there are a bunch of taquerias near me but i haven’t gotten food from one in forever 💔

my day was good!! i was off work so i relaxed at home,, i’ve been in a christmas mood lately for some reason so i started shopping for decorations 😭 and i found out one of my best friends is moving to my city!!! i’m sososo excited :) the rest of the day was good tho!! gf and i started packing for our trip and it was a very nice night :) and then i got my guts rearranged but anyways .

how’s your day? <3

- 🩷

yeah!!! im so excited, im hopefully getting more yarn for it tomorrow!! and Im so happy that I can make gifts for people!!

the sheer insanity of ikea instructions makes me want to build out of Spite, I literally fought with a bookshelf for Three Days. but its a nice bookshelf so it's okay <3 and yay!! im sure it looks so good!!

we're not jumping to conclusions buuuuttttttt it is kinda suspicious and im rooting for you!! `even if it's not that, it's gonna be a wonderful vacation <3

yeah!! im really liking it!! It feels good to like, work with my hands <3 yeah!! they got to run around and play, so it was all good <3 I love taquerias so much, im so sad we dont have any really good ones in my college town :( especially bc I miss Mexican food so much when im over there :(

christmas!! im a halloween girlie myself, I've never had like a really good christmas :( but its super pretty!! and I love decor shopping, that must've been so fun!! and oh my god!1 hell yeah!! less of those meanie friends you told me about n more of the fun ones!! packing!! yay!!! and no im so jealous omg when is it my turn

my day was good, we got a long walk in this morning!!! I spent most of the day just reading and cleaning, and then falling into a tiktok spiral but it's fine! how was your day?

#moodythoughts #🩷 anon

[rrxnjun]

from here ;

hmm i haven't really listened to dynamite and tbt i don't really want to bc butter was v disappointing djkfhgf i had only been in book fandoms since the beginning bc i got a yt/gmail acc only after i turned 12. i gave western music a ‘serious’ listen from then and after that i got into the wild place that is k-pop. ngl i don’t regret it bc the insanity >>> but oml there was a time when i used to read like 2/3 books in a week and now it’s regressed to like 1 in 6 months i genuinely feel bad for not being able to make the time to read 😭😭 (are we counting fanfiction tho hmmm). it was fun reading all those ya dystopian fiction with crazy amts of angst lol. are you into any specific book/author these days?

omg do you play the flute ?? and noooo sticker is nuts but I really like roadtrip from the album it’s so pretty as a song dkfjgd

FDSDGH so i’m pretty sure yangyang said the same ab cat food so bye bye #bar and renjun soulmate agenda hihi #bar and yangyang childhood rivals to complicated relationship with messy feelings (enemies ?? ) bc you’re both grown up now but he’s still a p(r)etty, overthinking idiot [affectionate] to friends of weird sort to smth more wink wink??

YESSS GIVE EXO A TRY their group music is so good literally all of them are bops i can’t stress enough on how good they are 🤧 omg i love their solo stuff too kyungsoo’s solo songs literally have me shedding tears haven’t still recovered from empathy. love shot ikfjgd it's one of those songs which makes loving exo so damn easy it’s the song which got me into them, that and overdose <3 and the choreo🧎🏾‍♀️love how we all collectively went batshit crazy over love shot oh gods i absolutely loved watching other idols trying that iconic love shot move the feeling of unitedly obsessing over them is unparalleled. here’s the exo playlist hope you like it omg had to use up all of my self control from adding entire discographies. 

I LOVE BAEKHYUN’S VOICE even when the man’s screaming which is like always lol <3 that compilation video of byun baekhyun screaming in youtube my beloved. cry for love is beautiful and un village was the first baekhyun solo i listened to so it’s special <3

the worst part is how superm won’t be active in the next few years bc of the enlistments we’re losing god tiered music makers to the war </3 kjdgf ALL OF THEIR VIDEOS ARE HILARIOUS YESS those vids where they quiz each other is sm chaos lmaoo. jfgsdf have you watched this video where they react to their as we wish scenarios?? sheesh that amt of clowning and slandering is >>> ohhh fave superm song hmm hard to choose but i’ll go w dangerous woman (ten’s ‘what’s wrong with you part’ is just too cute) wish you were here, infinity and tiger inside.   

ALSO LOVED THE PARX PLAYLIST haven’t listened to it fully tho but for now my faves are easy to hate and i felt younger when we met omg i love most of the songs from fandom <33

and oml tysm i really needed to see that 😭 i’m literally so scared bc lord it’s my last year in school and my last year as a minor ahhhhh 🤧 stem is extremely hard and puts me through sm pain <3. the only reason i’m sticking w it is bc i like learning it <3 getting the opportunity to study what you like is actually such a rare thing + almost the entirety of my country’s population is obsessed w getting their kids major in stem subjects (bc of the asian stereotypes surrounding those fields) but we don’t have that many good unis so the competition is really tiring </3

p.s. i haven’t really used tiktok so idk 💀 and the yangyang brainrot is doing a little too bc of your fic 😵 feeling sm things after reading i’m not angry anymore (well, sometimes i am) bc yangyang's character <33 need a few weeks to recover from that tyvm 

oof i get you w butter it was so disappointing🤧🤧but oh well. everyone has different taste🤷‍♀️ i dont really get solo armies but i guess im not the one to judge.

i get you with book fandoms!!! i wasnt in many book fandoms, since i didnt really know they existed 💀💀 but i am a massive bookworm! i too used to read like 3 books a week once and now im happy if i do 1 every three months😭 but im busier now and also have other hobbies, so i guess that's why i dont read as much anymore! what are some of your favorite books? 🥰 im a big fan of john green books (dont judge. i copy his writing style /j) and j.d. sallinger! i love me some good YA and dystopian books hhh. im currently reading this crime book i stole from my grandma but im too lazy to look up the english name 😭😭😭 are you reading anything atm?

SJSJSJ i dont play the recorder 😭 i mean,, i have it at home and i can play when i look up the simplified version of notes with the drawings,,, like the sheet music they do for elementary school children 💀💀 i knew how to play the titanic song lmaoo i play the guitar tho! do you play any instruments?

your yangyang childhood rivals to complicated relationship with messy feelings (enemies??) bc you're both grown up now but he's still a p(r)etty overthinking idiot [affectionate] to friends of some sort to smth more wink wink is so specific i might just take some inspo from this wink wink

OVERDOSE >>>>>>> I FUCKING LOOOVE THAT SONG@!!! also i listened to the playlist and found out that i knew more than half of the songs you added 😭😭 i loved the ones that were new to me tho!!!! espeCIALLY going crazy! i think that one was my fav out of the new ones! i might just need you to help me stan them or something bc the playlist slAPS

dont remind me of superm military hiatus when i miss them the most :(( also no i havent seen these!!! gotta catch up sjsjsn

FANDOM IS MY FAV PARX ALBUM!! its very dear to my heart!! also our fav songs match🥺 i felt younger when we met is probably my most played song of this year smh 🤧

oh so youre 17?? enjoy it i romanticize that age so much i feel like the last time when i was truly happy was when i was 17 💀 but no trust me its all gonna be good! i know it seems scary but as your self proclaimed older sister figure, i promise its less difficult than it seems and you'll do great. you can always come to me and vent whenever things get hard! i am glad you are fortunate enough to study what you want to, its truly a privilage some of us tend to overlook

p.s. the yy brainrot is still going in me as well i listened to miracle today on repeat and i swear his parts make me feel a different type of way😭 also make sure to tell me more abt your thoughts and feelings on that fic if you want to!

#💌ask #ni 🌱

[seths-rogens]

Steve asked Captain from bbc ghosts to shoot him. Steve didn’t die cos his shield stopped the bullets. I wonder how Captain would react to the shield and its multiple purposes? What are Captain thoughts on the howling commandos? Imagine Captain talking about the new bomb he was developing seen in the ghosts episode reddy weddy, to the french member of the howling commando and Howard.

hi!! i’m so sorry i haven’t answered for so long 😭 i’ve had mega writers block for months!!!

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ok so my thoughts are . steve and the howlies on leave in england, and they’re sent to stay at button house because it’s in the country and mostly safe from any air assaults.

so, seeing as the captain and steve are the CO’s of their respective teams, they end up rooming together and get along really well really quickly

one day steve notices the captain’s men playing football or roughhousing or something, and the captain is stood off to the side, alone and looking uncomfortable, clearly not being asked to join in. steve understands not feeling wanted or included, having spent a lot of time like that when bucky wasn’t around.

so steve heads to grab his shield and makes his way over. he asks the captain if he wants to help him train with the shield. steve’s all “you know, i’ve been using it a month or two now, but i’m still not quite sure i’ve got the hang of it” (he’s lying, he’s pretty fluent with it, but cap doesn’t need to know that) the captain is honoured to be wanted so he’s eager to help. for the next couple hours, steve’s running and flipping about as the cap fires blanks at him, trying to hit him so steve can deflect with his shield. eventually, a crowd forms. the captain’s men watch on in confused awe as the howlies yell and cheer.

after that, the captain becomes pretty good friends with steve and the howlies, sitting with them at meal times and listening to bucky’s wild stories about new york, relating to monty as the only english member of the howlies, trading moustache tips with dugan, talking strategy with steve and gabe, becoming ever so slightly enamoured with morita, and yes, talking explosives with dernier.

the captain uses his broken french to explain the explosive he’s in charge of, and in turn dernier regales him with tales of the many explosions and fires he’s set in his time. they’re only broken apart when havers calls to drag the captain away for a meeting with their superiors.

years down the line, steve’s read through the howlies files over and over (deceased, deceased, deceased) and he can’t help but feel like there’s one person missing from the pile. but then again, he never was considered a true howling commando by anyone other than the howlies themselves.

steve looks into what happened to the man he became friends with all those years ago in an english mansion, and what he finds isn’t what he wanted.

he puts it out of his mind until another few years pass, he meets a gods, aliens, people with magic powers, and his best friend winds up coming back from the dead.

finally, finally, everything seems to settle. he has time to himself. so he and bucky decide to take a trip.

they climb out of their rental car next to that old fountain, and gaze out at the fields that seem to go on for miles.

from behind them comes an “excuse me? can i help you?” they turn to find a woman wrapped in a colourful cardigan, who’s mouth drops open at the sight of them. “oh my god… you’re…”

a man appears out of the door behind her. “allison what did they wa-am i going crazy or is captain america in our driveway?”

“yup seems to be him, mike”

steve just laughs softly and explains that a long time ago, he and bucky stayed here for a while. it’s the last place they saw their friend. and a knowing look comes across allison’s face.

after steve finishes talking, she pipes up. “this might sound crazy-“

“trust me, ma’am, not much seems crazy anymore”

“you say that now, but what would you say if i said i can see ghosts, and your friend is standing right next to you.”

steve and bucky startle, looking at the empty air surrounding them.

“how can we know it’s really him? ask him to tell you something only he would know.”

allison goes quiet for a moment, staring at an empty space over bucky’s left shoulder, before saying. “he says, dugan got drunk on your last night here and admitted to having a comb specifically for his moustache.”

steve and bucky can’t help but laugh as tears spring to their eyes. “that’s him alright.” bucky smiles.

they go inside, and, through allison, manage to have one last conversation with the honourary howling commando that history forgot.

#woah #this ended up way longer than i meant it to #long post #as in #loooooong post #bbc ghosts #the captain #steve rogers #bucky barnes #the howling commandos #cap2 #mcu ghosts

[unnerving-presence]

Originally, when everyone was talking about going against SlingersGayWife, I had assumed that it was an exaggeration. Especially considering the fact that she had come into your ask box herself and stated that she wasn't as cracked as everyone made her out to be.

Oh, how beautifully wrong I was.

Maybe it's just me being rusty against Deathslingers due to their shortage, but she was being painfully humble in your askbox.

I was sniped through boarded up windows, shot while running around loops, she even did a fancy spin when she hit me. I was expecting a 360 no-scope by the end of it. The only person who survived the match was a pink bunny Feng, whom she politely carried to hatch because she offered her medkit in trade of her life.

SlingersGayWife, or rabbitnecromancer, whoever you may be; you're a liar, because what the fuck was that

she’s the slinger main everybody aspires to be

i haven’t played dbd in a couple of weeks since i’ve been so occupied with rdr2 so i’ll prob get rolled if i ever somehow went against her 😭

big props to her since a lot of the gaps slinger can shoot through are ones that are pretty hard to hit mid chase in the first place

i don’t play deathslinger as frequently as i should (maybe i could do a custom and try ?? 😳) but i did a 1v1 w my friend abt a month ago as slinger and i literally couldn’t hit the little gaps in the killer shack wall it’s literally so hard LMAO

also pro tip as slinger the female survivor models have the same hitbox as the male survivors so if you see them running around a tile that just about covers them you could probably pull off a shot if you aim a little bit over their head. works best at the dead dawg saloon but i’m sure it can work in other places

#ask #anon #sorry but dbd is so boring rn #i’ll probably only start frequently playing if they give us a slinger tome #but twins and david are next tome so #that’s out the window #would anybody let me give them head as they play slinger in a custom game

[tractorbeamofwoe]

Top ten favorite bands, feel free to vent about it

TEN?!? Oh god I’m not sure I even like ten bands 😭😭

okay so

1. Catfish

2. Inhaler (I’m scared cause I feel like I’m going off them slightly 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️)

3. Symphonic Pictures. I know I literally talk ALL THE TIME about how much I love them but I do really love them both musically and yk...I have a big fat musical crush on Johnny bond but yeah as a musician I can really sort of pick apart their songs and think “yeah that’s what they were trying to do with this part and that’s what they were trying to do with that part”. Although they’re a mysterious little band and no matter how hard I try i don’t think I’ll ever truly understand their minds but it’s genius and it’s comforting to me. Their lyrics are so genuinely beautiful I’m obsessed with them. I adore the EP I could listen to it over and over and over and it’ll always be one of my favourites. They had so much potential with their unreleased ones as well but of course Van had to swoop in and put a stop to it all 😅 I still get really excited when I see Bondy and Dale hanging out together tho

4. Them Things. Another band that I would’ve liked to hear more from 💔💔 the Good Weird EP is another one of my all time favourites that I listen to a lot because it brings me a lot of comfort. The harmonies are so lush and the guitar riffs and Lou’s vocals are so brilliant oml he’s such a great frontman and even better live. I really hope I get to go see Chintzy Stetson in the near future cause the vibes are immaculate 👌🏻👌🏻 Out in the Rain is my fave Them Things unreleased and I’m so gutted we’ll never get a studio version but cause me and Lou are like twitter besties maybe I can ask him nicely for it ALSO LOU IS SUCH A LOVELY GUY LIKE HE’S UNHINGED BUT IF YOU TALK TO HIM HE’S SO FUCKING SWEET I LOVE THAT MAN 😭

5. Jango Flash. JACK’S ALSO A LOVELY MAN (as expected, he used to be in Them Things and everyone who was in Them Things is the certified nicest man in the world™️) And his vibes are so funky like his music videos are so creative 😭 Not one of my favourite live bands but tbf this is like their first tour practically so they can only get better from here 😁

6. This is where it gets a little fuzzy so hold on 😭😭 I guess I’d say The 1975? Haven’t listened to every single one of their songs but I went through a massive phase a couple years ago. Plus I just put them on when I need a bit of motivation and I need to get up and dance. I think at one point I was a very Matty type front woman but obvs now it’s Van lol. Also can’t forget they’re besties with Catfish.

7. Blossoms. Can’t say I’ve listened to all their songs either yet buttt they’re lovely lads and they absolutely send me especially on the podcast 😭 They’re also one of my music teacher’s favourite bands so we sort of talk about Blossoms a lot haha. And we’re covering Charlemagne this month so I’m very excited for that!!

8. The Native. PLUGGING MY HOMETOWN BAND!!! I’m yet to listen to all their songs but from what I’ve heard so far they‘ve deffo got potential. But I listened to an interview they did at Boardmasters the other day and OHMYGOD they said everything I’ve been thinking about the music scene down here and I’m so relieved. (e.g Artists never play down here, the furthest they go is Bristol or Exeter, there aren’t any bands to come out of here, the music scene down here is just generally pretty DIY). Another honourable mention from down here is Holloway, bunch of kids my age doing music stuff is very nice to see.

9. 5 Seconds of Summer. Hopefully going to see them next year lol. Only really sort of got into them just after Youngblood came out (So again, haven’t listened to their whole discography lol). I also love Luke’s solo stuff and if I ever experience Place In Me live I will lose. my. nut.

10. The Vamps. I hate saying it cause people think I’m cringe but they were essentially the first band I liked when I started really getting into music and I discovered so many other bands through them. Unfortunately I don’t really listen to them as much anymore cause I’m not a fan of their new album but anything from Meet The Vamps-Day Edition is like a massive part of my life from age like 12-14. They were the second concert I ever went to as well and Brad gave me a lil half peace sign half wave I am so in love with that man.