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sunboki · 6 months

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⎯ PAPER PLANES a Kim Seungmin fiction

🛩️ : Kim Seungmin x gn. reader

TROPE. friends to lovers, neighbors to lovers, fluff fluff fluff galore

WORD COUNT. 1.5k!!

WARNINGS. cursing

AUG'S NOTES. still crazy about this concept💀 … i wrote this in 30 minutes in complete silence.. the demons have possessed me…

SYNOPSIS. Life in the city has never been as interesting as this. More specifically starting the moment your newest neighborhood, Kim Seungmin, moved in next door.

or alternatively :

It was only a matter of time before those paper airplanes turned into something more.

City nights are your greatest escapade and your worst nightmare. When insomnia plagues you awake, it’s easy to turn off all your fans and just listen.

New York isn’t called the city that never sleeps for no reason.

Whether it’s the faint honking of a car or the nearest nightclubs obnoxiously loud stereo, 24 hours a day almost every day of the year this city’s eyes remain open, and in essence, it makes you feel a tad bit better about those sleepless nights.

There’s the buzz of your surroundings, but as for your apartment complex, things are pretty quiet.

Well, you did intentionally choose a very much elderly-occupied residency after all.

Until somebody else showed up, somebody who didn’t explain to you on a morning basis of how they’re deciding on their casket.

And he sings.

Headed back from work up the elevator was when you ran into him for the first time. A smidge taller than yourself, puffy hair hanging over his forehead.

Neither of you talked apart from the courtesy “Which floor are you going to?” followed by an equally courteous “Five”, and you realizing you were both headed to the same place.

Elevators are a dangerous place. Anything could go wrong, technical issues, you end up trapped, weird strangers, and a myriad of unfortunate events waiting to happen. What’s worse? The conversations.

Because if there’s one thing you’ve learned from the decades worth of elevators you’ve been on is that they’re either a place to never stop talking or never talk.

As for this discovered neighbor of yours, you spend a solid thirty seconds deciding the right course of action.

“So where’d you move from?” You pique, watching the numbers atop the door slowly increase.

“South Korea,” He responds, and out of the corner of your eye you notice him glancing at you, hands stuffed in his puffer coat’s pockets.

Mouth opening to speak, you immediately close it, evidently surprised. To think how hellish the flight must’ve been humbled you instantly, not to mention how he carried no accent when conversing.

But before you could ask any more questions the doors open and he wordlessly slips past you, leaving you to silently follow.

“Wait!” Calling out prior to him walking through the door, he stops, turning to you with a confused expression adorning delicate features.

“What’s your name?” You voice another inquiry, hand also fastened onto the doorknob.

He blinks, the action scarily resembling a puppy dog.

“Seungmin. Kim Seungmin.”

Seungmin.

Cute.

“Y/n, nice to meet you.” Nodding politely his way, he returns the gesture, a sudden unwelcoming awkwardness creeping further into your skin the longer you both stand there, staring at each other.

And of course your genius of a mind decides to open its big fat mouth.

“..I guess we’re neighbors, huh.”

No shit sherlock, You internally reprimand, wishing oh so badly to leap out of the nearest window.

Sucking his teeth, Seungmin hums agreeably, and you feel like the stupidest person in the world.

“Yeah well, bye!” Panickedly twisted the knob and racing inside to slam the door behind you, you sink to the ground, clutching your head pathetically.

“Y/n…” You whine, addressing yourself like a lunatic. There’s a heavy sigh, a leaning your head back, thumping against the wooden frame.

“…What the fuck is wrong with you.”

Nonetheless, the night you first heard his voice pitch through gleaming neon signs was one to remember.

Typing manically on your keyboard while a half-empty glass of watered down coffee occupied the space beside you, you squint, scrutinizing that same sentence at least a dozen times before ripping the headphones off your ears and raising up frustratedly.

This essay is definitely earning a rightful spot on your thirteen reasons why list, a close second to your first impression on Seungmin last week.

Stretching your arms above your head, you hear it. An entrancing, melodic tone sifting beneath your cracked window, decorating your bedroom in a decadent assortment of color.

Carefully tiptoeing to pry open the window fully, you crane, cheek pressed against cold glass.

It’s Seungmin. Face tipped to the side, lips halfway parted. You don’t know if he’s focused on something or what, but you know he’s the only thing that matters in this moment.

His vibrato, the way he perfectly slices notes into harmonious rhythm pulls you in like a hummingbird to nectar.

You find yourself aimlessly standing there, rocking back and forth of your heels, savoring the effortlessly sweet relief he fills your exhausted soul with.

Day after day he’d sing, voice never ceasing to calm your senses, as if supernatural, into a lulling drone. No thoughts, just him.

Occasionally it’d be a new tune, one familiar, one not. Over and over and over again you’d routinely wait for him, like a child rushing to see their favorite cartoon.

And as a result, Seungmin became one of your biggest sources of comfort without either of you knowing it.

Today is the day.

Reaching over as far as you can muster with the makeshift paper airplane held tightly, you attempt at reading the wind, trying to decipher the best time to launch this secret weapon of yours.

Well, not really secret (somewhat), and also not a weapon, but you get the picture.

This morning you’d taken tedious measures to ensure your innovative paper airplane note would successfully fly, especially since the note inside was just as innovative.

𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐. Was what it read, and you thought the compliment was pretty appropriate considering how often you’d admire his mellowed tunes in the eve.

Except, the first one was a fail, then the second one, and a third, and by the forth airplane you had paper-cuts all over your hands and a temper teetering on the brink of defeat.

Hey, at least three people today (almost four) would get a “I like your singing” note today.

Whoosh! Your note flies, and just when you begin to lose hope does it switch trajectories, successfully hitting his balcony’s screen door.

To say you shouted was an understatement. Hell, the entirety of New York likely heard your chanting, yelling, and the entourage of oddly proud noises in between.

Noises of which were quickly muted upon said screen door opening, to where you frantically drop down, peering between the chair’s legs to observe his reaction.

Seungmin glances around repeatedly, curiously, prior to peeling back paper folds.

You inhale sharply.

His eyes graze over the sentence, investigating his surroundings again.

No reaction.

You initially deflate, grumbling to yourself defeatedly.

Until a tiny sliver of hope peeks through dark curtains.

Seungmin smiles.

He covers his mouth (an action you don’t understand but start to considering how dazzlingly bright it is), and laughs. A soft laugh that has his shoulders shaking, corner of his eyes wrinkling into charming crescent moons.

You swear there’s a ring of sparkling light outlining him, like something out of a K-Drama.

His smile could (and should) win an award, you’re convinced.

And just like that he disappears back into his apartment, and you chant a nonstop “Oh my god!” a good thirty-six times, unable to contain the feather-light feeling spreading from your fingertips to the very tip of your toes.

Cute. Kim Seungmin was so, so cute.

From the sheepish grins he gives you each time he’s seen you since, you have a hunch he knows it was you who sent the note, but you choose to act oblivious.

Oblivious, before you received a note of your own.

Of course, Kim Seungmin’s paper airplane is perfect, aerodynamic and probably arrived on the first throw unlike your consecutive sacrifices.

Slowly shuffling open the response, you peek through hesitant fingers, slapping a hand over your gaping mouth upon witnessing his obviously perfect handwriting.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 :) , It reads. Something so mundane and proper there’s no reason you should be losing your mind, but you are, and the rattling of your heartbeat serves the best explanation.

You make sure to hang the note up afterward, right above your laptop.

So over the next few days, the both of you become more daring, more adventurous. Two paper airplanes turn into four, four to eight, eight to eleven. By now there’s not enough room to hang all of them up.

Meaningless conversations. Asking about dinner plans, what you’re currently doing, what your favorite hobbies are, favorite songs. But yet, they mean so much to you.

Your own, childish way of communicating even though the mature, adult reply would be to knock on his door.

Although, he seems to love it as much as you do.

𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? Is scribbled on the airplane he’d sent a few minutes ago.

𝙽𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚢? You write quickly onto one, hands nimbly constructing the shape after sending so many. Routine.

Returning to stirring the pot of boiling water in front of you, a familiar tap alerts you, padding over to grasp his letter.

Strangely, a part of you grows more and more excited, plopping down into your chair to gradually take apart his craftsmanship.

Your legs move before you can even register your own feelings, scrambling outside.

Seungmin’s there, breathtaking smile as brilliant as ever despite such dim lighting.

There’s no need to admit you’ve been sending them now. Especially not from the way he gazed at you, the words inscribed on that paper airplane.

𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

He bites back an even bigger grin, cheeks dusting rosy pink from the cold air.

Yes.

Absolutely yes.

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agaypanic · 6 months

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Mike Schmidt 😍 can u write reverse comfort? Like reader comforting him over his troubled past 💀

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Summary: It’s not uncommon for Mike to have a nightmare, mainly from reliving the trauma of his brother being taken. Luckily, he doesn’t sleep alone anymore.

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When you moved in with Mike and Abby after a year or so of dating, they were both ecstatic. Abby loved you; you were by far her favorite babysitter. And Mike was finally able to spend more time with you beyond seeing each other for a few minutes during lunch breaks and before you left the house after babysitting. Now that you lived with them, he could come home without having to deal with the sadness of you leaving.

But the nights took him a while to get used to. He, of course, loved being able to hold you and be near you while you two slept. But Mike had become so used to reliving the past when he was dreaming, usually waking up frustrated and scared when he realized he was once again unable to save his little brother.

You knew about all of this: the dreams, losing his brother, his traumatic life. You always did your best to comfort him, but you could only do so much.

When you moved in, he did his best to stop going through his memories. He kept the sleeping pills and nature sounds tape in his nightstand drawer. He’d wrap you in his arms and fall asleep to the feeling of your nails dragging through his scalp, listening to your breathing.

But old habits die hard.

You and Abby were dead asleep in your rooms when Mike came home. He had gotten home late at night after work, completely exhausted. He couldn’t wait to sink into his mattress beside you.

He tried for about an hour, laying in every different position and squeezing his eyes shut. But it was no use. Despite being tired, he couldn’t fall asleep.

Mike turned to lay on his back, sighing in frustration. And that’s when he saw it.

The Nebraska poster.

He looked over at you, watching your peaceful sleeping form. It couldn’t hurt to just do it one time.

As quietly as possible, Mike opened his nightstand drawer and took out his bottle of pills and tape player. He sat up and took one of the pills before playing the tape. He took a deep breath as the sounds of nature filled the room, letting it overtake him. Mike laid back down and looked up at the Nebraska poster, gently grabbing your hand as he waited for the moment he would drift off, back to Garrett and his family.

Before he knew it, he was back at the camping grounds, a kid again. Garrett ran around with his toy plane, and Mike and his parents smiled at the sight. Mike went through the memory like he always did, filled with nostalgic joy as if he didn’t know what was gonna happen next.

And then it happened.

Mike ran, yelling for Garrett as his brother waved at him from the backseat of the car that drove off. He tried looking for new details: a face, a definite clue, anything. But when he looked around, the woods became empty. The only living things were him and the trees.

His name was faintly called out, catching him off guard. This was something new, which should have excited him. It should’ve given Mike hope that this new thing would lead him to his brother. But instead, he freaked out even more, wondering where the voice was coming from and why it was the only thing he could hear.

“Mike!”

The man jolted awake, gasping in surprise as he frantically looked around. He was back in his bedroom, with you looking at him in concern and talking softly.

“Mike, honey, you’re okay.” You whispered to him, squeezing his shoulders to try to get his attention. “You’re okay. What happened?”

Mike slowed his breathing, trying to calm down. He felt ashamed that you were seeing him like this, yet all you did was look at him with love and a listening ear.

“I tried to find him…” He said sadly, and you immediately knew what he meant. You bundled Mike up in your arms, allowing the few tears that he let slip to fall on your shoulder. “I was supposed to look after him.”

“It’s not your fault.” You whispered, wishing you could take away the guilt that constantly weighed on Mike.

“I could’ve saved him.”

“Just because you couldn’t doesn’t mean you didn’t try, Mike.” You tried to look at him as best as you could, with his head being in the crook of your neck. “I can’t even begin to imagine how it must feel to live what you’ve lived through. You’ve been through things that no one deserves. I know you couldn’t save Garrett, and that it probably eats away at you all the time.” You petted Mike’s hair, which was slightly damp from his sweat. But you couldn’t care less. “But I think you’ve been given a second chance.”

“What do you mean?” Mike asked, picking his head up from your shoulder but still leaning into you.

“You have Abby. I know she’ll never replace your brother, but I don’t think he’d want you living in the past trying to find him again… Healing from what you’ve been through won’t be linear, and there might always be a part of you that’s hurting.” You rubbed Mike’s back, feeling his body slowly relax against yours. “But you could honor Garrett and his life by doing the things you never got to do with him with Abby.”

Mike was silent, taking in your words. You worried that maybe you overstepped, or said something wrong.

But then Mike squeezed your hand. He nodded slowly before giving you a quick but gentle peck on the lips, as if to say thank you. He laid back down, urging you to do the same.

“I love you.” He said softly while looking at you, eyes still glassy from his tears. You wiped the ones that had fallen off of his cheeks.

“I love you too, Mikey.”

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blasphemecel · 2 months

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Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness — Food Analogy

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader/Alexis Ness WORD COUNT: 3.3k TYPE: Humor, Bad Flirting (it's never been worse), Rivalry WARNING(S): Canon-typical football derangement, tw Kaiser, tw Ness, tw Y/n 💀 NOTE: This is the Dog Walking origin story does anyone remember me hi?

Believe it or not, Isagi never took you for a nutcase. Can your words sometimes be a bit absurd in nature? Over the top, maybe? Yes, but the environment you’re in is easy to blame. Otherwise, you’re a respectable individual, if not aloof, always keeping a certain distance from everyone else.

This is all to say, there is no way Isagi could’ve anticipated the utter nightmare he is in the middle of right now. If there was, he would’ve ran away the moment he heard your footsteps approaching after Kaiser blocked his shot and gave him that shitty speech.

You seem to have witnessed the whole thing, and with Kaiser gone, you wrap an arm around Isagi’s shoulders. “Do you know what he said to you?”

“In German?” asks Isagi, confused. “No.”

“What’s so special about you that one of the New Gen World XI players is picking a fight with you, huh? Because it was the last goal? He didn’t even glance at me and I finished the course before you.” Your eyes narrow at him with easy, second-nature condescension. It’s the first time you’ve hurled such provocations his way. “You’re always hogging the spotlight, you know?”

Isagi huffs, annoyed by your attitude. “Try harder in the next match, then. I don’t know what you want me to do. I’ll devour you either way.”

“Stop telling people you’re gonna devour them, you cannibal. It’s so tasteless.” You click your tongue, bemused by his lack of style — no wonder you get along with Aryu — and then you gesture at Ness and Kaiser in the distance. “Look at him. He even has a servant. It’s not fair. I want someone to do my bidding!”

“Why are you acting so childish right now?”

You push him off of you like you weren’t the one who got so close to him in the first place, then stalk up to Kaiser and Ness with the confidence of someone on a mission. At this point, Isagi knows he should look away, and yet his attention is glued to whatever is about to ensue like he’s a spectator of a car crash.

Ness offers you a fake smile and reaches out to hand you the same translation gadget he’d given Isagi earlier, but, of course, because you’re insane, you decide the most appropriate course of action is to take out one of his and shove it in your ear. He blinks.

“You seem vulnerable and easy to boss around,” you say. Wow, what a first impression. Ness’s smile slips. “I’m looking for a henchman or a goon or something similar. Are you interested?” Then you address Kaiser. “That was a cute little show you put on for Isagi. For how long did you practice it?”

“It was improvised,” he lies.

“Sure it was.”

“Who the hell are you?” Kaiser shoos you away with a wave of his hand. “Third rate actor trying to intrude on my stage. Bo-ring.”

Isagi cannot discern if Kaiser doesn’t recognize you from the U-20 match for real or if he’s just pretending in order to insult you, but his best guess is that you’re going to make him… very aware of your identity after this.

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This is, perhaps, the most insulting thing to ever happen to Isagi.

The field falls into a conclusive silence, everyone still lingering by whatever spot they’d been in during the game before it finished. Isagi knows he’s staring at you like a serial killer, eyes drilling holes into your side profile with utmost offense. The football-induced neurosis he usually gets lost in while playing is yet to wear off, which is probably why he’s taking this to heart.

Without a doubt, you were ahead of him at least in the final moment, despite failing to stand out for the rest of the match. You’d predicted he wouldn’t cave in and pass to Kaiser and got in range, jumping in between them out of nowhere, stealing what was supposed to be Kunigami’s goal.

Though what made your outplaying him so galling is that it was all a way of picking a fight with fucking Kaiser. Not even with him, but with Kaiser. His act of relenting — of not trying to score on his own because of concepts like rationality and recognizing limits — became an instrument in this stupid fight you’ve been picking.

Then Isagi watches you figuratively spit in Kaiser’s face because, of course, your obnoxious ass can’t just win and leave it at that. No, unnecessary amounts of gloating seem to be what you run on, and now you grab Kaiser by the chin and mock his introduction, “On your knees, Bastard München.”

This is the worst transgression of Kaiser’s life. You’ve addressed him like he is a dull, unnoteworthy part of a collective, not even bothering to say his name while sporting the shittiest sneer he has ever seen. He’s pissed, and all he can do is stare in confusion. Despite his long going career as an instigator, this response (to his general existence and demeanor) is still somehow unique and, worse, effective.

When you let go of him, you withdraw your fingers from his face like he’s dirty. You shrug, then raise your hands in the air in a victorious manner, and you look happier than Isagi has ever seen you before. “Ta da. All eyes on me.”

But the shitshow doesn’t appear to be anywhere near over because while everyone else is frozen, you’re approaching him now, unperturbed by the attention you’re receiving as if it’s your birthright. Like you were made for the spotlight.

“Isagi, didn’t you say you were going to ‘devour’ me?” you ask once you’re right in front of him, your exterior growing more complacent by the minute. “Didn’t you challenge me? Seems to me like I’m too big for you to chew.”

If nothing else, though, unbeknownst to himself, Isagi, too, is insane. He has unreasonable amounts of determination and loves when things get difficult just so he can chase the satisfaction of overcoming them, among his other eccentricities. “This was just one match. We’re one for one now. I’ll defeat all of-”

“What are you two doing?!” Ness asks through a tight, passive aggressive smile. You hadn’t noticed him closing in on you, too high on your own power trip. He grabs you both, one shoulder in each hand, and squeezes with a death grip. “Do you think this is your show? This is Kaiser’s team, not the figure-out-which-good-for-nothing-is-slightly-better team. Either behave and follow the rules, or face the consequences.”

“Good for nothing? Shut up, little midfielder, you’re too scared to stand on your own feet, so you have to degrade yourself as Kaiser’s boytoy instead. I guess his shadow is a comfortable spot to hide in with how enormous his head is,” Isagi says. His tone is so matter of fact, it leaves minimal room for argument.

“He’s good, though. I can see potential in him to be almost as good as Sae. I want you to pass to me, too, Ness. Right? You can emphasize my star qualities with yours, can’t you, Ness? I can shine on you. It’s fine by me.”

It’s like two predatory animals are staring him down, trying to gauge his taste through smell alone — you with your fake innocent, curious expression, and Isagi, who doesn’t seem to realize he spewed vitriolic insults with the nonchalance of a weather cast announcement.

For sure both of you would’ve gotten a broken ankle each the way Ness is gritting his teeth right now, but emerging out of his stupor, Kaiser intervenes. And when Kaiser speaks, he commands Ness’s full attention, rendering him speechless. He pushes Ness out of the way, deeming this a fitting way to insert himself in the conversation. Then he looks you in the eyes with a… smirk? Isagi was hoping his dolour would last a little longer. “I figured out what your role is.”

“I’m not interested in starring in movies made by incompetent directors.”

“You’re going to be my love interest,” declares Kaiser, not at all fazed by your dismissal. “I’m not that bad,” he continues, because naturally, nice people always have to declare themselves as such. “I can recognize when someone has skills. You’re my darling in distress, and I need to save you from the peasantry of Blue Lock, so your talent can flourish. That’s your role.”

You continue observing him with mild amusement like what he told you was normal. Meanwhile, Isagi is wondering if your stunt earlier gave Kaiser whiplash or vertigo or something. Maybe he went and snapped. Clearly, these aren’t words coming from a sound mind.

Even Ness, who at this point should to some degree expect Kaiser to be deranged, gasps. Whether at his audacity or lack of shame, it’s not clear.

“How unoriginal. Think of a better one.” You shoo him to decline the proposal. “Besides, you already know I’m more interested in your lapdog.”

“What?!” Ness calls out, now moving onto being offended. “Are you rejecting Kaiser? And you- me?! What?!”

Isagi’s entire face scrunches. Did this man seriously not even flinch after getting called a lapdog?

Apparently no longer finding this conversation a proper source of entertainment, you wave them off dismissively and walk away without sparing them a second glance. Isagi watches as Kaiser stares creepily at your retreating silhouette with this little infatuated(?) smile on his face.

What is this lunatic so happy about, anyway? Does he even realize he was the perpetrator of his own public humiliation ritual? Leave it to Kaiser not to understand that he embarrassed himself.

Ness runs after you, yelling objections, but at this point Isagi isn’t even listening. He doesn’t want to listen. Neither are you, if the way you’re picking your ear and not responding to him while ducking out of his way is anything to go by.

After everything cools down a little and everyone has scattered about, Bachira inches towards Isagi. Easy-going as ever, hands interlocked behind his head, he says, “You’re all psychos on your team, huh? Must be fun.”

Oh… Yes, Bachira witnessed all that… Everyone did. Isagi almost forgot. The vortex of the utter absurdity of this situation sucked him in for a second there.

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Isagi doesn’t even bother removing his sweaty uniform before he approaches you, looking all determined. He can’t get it out of his head… Did you read him? Or was it a guess? You got there too fast, as if you foresaw what he was about to do before he even decided it. “How did you know I was going to pass to Kunigami?”

“Isagi, don’t ask me narrow-minded questions. We just had a match and I need to revitalize myself,” you tell him as if what you’re saying makes perfect sense. It’s like you make it a point to phrase everything in the oddest way possible.

“Narrow-minded? Could you stop being a pain in the ass and answer me?”

“Well, you weren’t about to pass to Kaiser, and you used to be buddies with the ginger. So, pray tell, where else could the ball go?”

Surely, it wasn’t as predictable as you’re making it out to be?

“You could’ve collided with them, lost your starter spot and cost us the game without even touching the ball. It wasn’t worth the risk.” Isagi isn’t really sure why he’s even saying this. It paid off for you, but he needs to understand the intricacies of all the ways his rivals are ahead of him just so he can overthrow them. You’re another mark on his football hit list.

“Since when are you so trifling? You’re losing me more and more by the minute here.”

“What are you even on about?”

“I’m a striker. I’m sublime. I score. And you’re asking me why I chose to score?”

Isagi tries to glean some hidden wisdom from this statement — there is none — but before he can at least offer a response, Yukimiya intrudes on your conversation by talking about something wholly irrelevant.

Yukimiya berates him. You fade into the background of this conflict, observing, while everyone else makes an attempt to de-escalate the argument. To make matters worse, Kaiser makes an obnoxious entrance and delivers a useless speech about how you all better follow him and blah, blah, blah.

“What a stupid thing to say,” you point out, taking a step forward as if to challenge him. Isagi doesn’t like that he has to bear witness to you and Kaiser making eye contact again. “We’re in Blue Lock. Would the world’s best settle for just surviving?”

“None of you will be the world’s best and I’m here to show you. By the way, I meant what I told you earlier. Don’t go fading into obscurity following the wrong king. I really can’t stand it when someone doesn’t know how to use their talent, and your talent would make a good accessory to mine.”

“The only king I obey is my desire.”

“You say that now, but I’ll get you in the end.”

“Did you walk in here half naked to try and seduce me? You jezebel…”

Isagi makes the wise decision to tune out the rest of your bickering with Kaiser for the sake of his ears and mental clarity. Still, he can tell there is something here which is evading him. If he can identify everyone’s priorities — Kaiser’s need to live out his emperor fantasy, and your hedonism, and Yukimiya’s dedication to his ideals — can he use this knowledge to his advantage and come out on top?

___

You’re fighting with Kaiser again. It’s not real fighting, though, is it? Isagi has become well-acquainted with all sorts of depravity since the beginning of his stay at Blue Lock — most often had been the victim of it, even — so he can recognize it with ease. Because of this, he pays you minimal attention during the unfortunate moment when he needs to waltz by.

But the next display of obscenity, he truly does not anticipate. He turns around the corner of the hallway on the way back to his room, and what does he realize he’s seeing? Ness peeking his head out from behind the corner to watch you go at it from a distance, that’s what. Why is he even doing this? He’s always doting on Kaiser, so it’s not like it’d be weird if he was there, up close and personal. He’s literally making it stranger than it needs to be.

“What are you doing?” Isagi blurts out, before he can think better of asking.

Ness startles. Apparently he’s been focusing so intensely on… observing you and Kaiser, he didn’t register someone passing by a few inches away from him. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before eventually coming up with, “I, uh… Um, I- I… Uh.”

Isagi almost lets it go, but then Ness says,

“Everyone has their… interests and passions, so… You can’t judge me.”

“Wait, this is an interest and a passion to you?”

“Um, I, uh.” Ness’s face contorts into that reflexive creepy smile Isagi has come to expect of him. “Yes. Now go away, you’re interrupting me.” Oh no, he’s becoming confident in his… Whatever this is.

Isagi exits the vicinity with an unnecessary amount of caution. He can’t tell if the feeling of someone’s gaze burning his back is just paranoia on his part.

___

Today’s bullshit: another one of your arguments is unfolding, and this time, Isagi doesn’t have the choice to feign ignorance. You’re supposed to be splitting up in two for a practice match. Obviously this devolved into an inane dispute about who the biggest hotshot is. Isagi, holding the glorious title of ‘captain of Team B,’ tries to follow the plot of this whole thing. Mainly to figure out a way to make you and Kaiser shut up and get on with the game already because your voices now automatically register as a cacophony in his head.

“I’m not going on your team unless I get to be the captain,” you say. “And Ness passes to me.”

“I won’t play midfielder if you’re center forward!” Ness protests.

“Come on. We’d be a hit together. Stop pretending.”

“You’re putting yourself on quite the high pedestal there,” Kaiser says. “Is the altitude messing with your head? Don’t give yourself vertigo now.”

“If you died on the field, I’d do a penalty kick while standing on your corpse.”

Leave it to you to escalate things for the sake of getting a reaction out of Ness. He shakes you by the shoulders back and forth while yelling something unintelligible as Kaiser snickers, maybe finding this to be an amusing or god forbid romantic mental image.

Why are they acting like children? Isagi holds back an audible groan or perhaps an onslaught of derogatory words. He’s not sure how to solve this, though. You’ve been going in circles for a few minutes now, and Kaiser got mad when you said you’d be on Isagi’s team, and Isagi got mad when you tried to steal his aforementioned prestigious title, too.

The debate of who the superior striker is — objectively it’s Kaiser, but Isagi admires your dedication to your delusions in the face of Ness’s sectarian wrath — continues. Then, it happens. Something awful to honor your skills.

“What did you call it, Yoichi? Devouring?” asks Kaiser, before turning his attention back to you, sly smile on his annoying face and all. Then he puts his stupid hand over your loony head and pushes it aside, giving a good view of your neck. “I think in that case, I might want to take a bite out of you.”

What…

Oh my god, Isagi thinks, stomach churning, and truly, he might vomit. The state of affairs has never been more dire than this. No way that demented freak just did this without any shame?!

You open your dumb mouth, probably to respond with a snarky remark (which will inevitably somehow make this ten times more inappropriate). Isagi won’t stand for this.

Interrupting you before you’ve even begun speaking, he points an accusatory finger at Kaiser first. “You’re a pervert. Not only are you a pervert, but you’re doing it right in front of everyone. All the time! What’s wrong with you?”

He stares at Isagi incredulously. “What?”

Next, you enter the line of fire. “And you try to provoke him into doing things like this on purpose! Just so you can embarrass him! You’re a pervert in a much more pretentious and obnoxious way. You’re enjoying this!”

“What the fuck,” you blurt out. This is the first time he’s heard you sound defensive. “No, I’m not. We aren’t doing anything.”

“Yeah, we aren’t doing anything,” Kaiser agrees. “Fuck off, Yoichi.”

Isagi ignores these protests. They’re futile, anyway. He knows he’s right. Even if he isn’t, all of you deserve this slander in his opinion. For a moment, Ness makes the mistake of assuming he’s been spared, but, “You’re the worst, though. You like it when they fight over you. You have no self-respect.”

“Wh- What?! But I didn’t even do anything!”

“Yeah, that’s the thing, suck-off.” Isagi grabs him by the wrist and tugs him over to his side, apparently having decided this is the answer. “You’re going to be on my team.” Then he glances at the two of you, and that part of his brain which he tries to ignore when he’s not on the field sends a spark of joy and satisfaction coursing through his veins at the unadulterated indignation on your faces. “Deal with each other, yeah? Since you’re so inseparable.”

Noa tells everyone to hurry up, and the rest of the spectators mutter in agreement before Ness can even regain his senses and put up a fight. His eyes are wide and glossy, his jaw is hanging, and he is looking at Kaiser and then at you and then back at Kaiser with the sadness of a character in a Shakespearean play.

Kaiser looks like he is about to pop several blood vessels.

You huff, cross your arms, and pout. Why does Isagi always win?!

___

Thyere so embarrassing omfg im laugihing so hard

#blue lock x reader #michael kaiser x reader #alexis ness x reader #kaiser x reader #ness x reader #bllk x reader #bllk x you

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the-moon-files · 21 days

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I was actually thinking about this a lot but like as an add on to your humans are hylian space orcs thing. I am in ✨need✨ of reader trying potions. Like;

"This potion will restore your stamina and boost your strength"

"Buddy that's just coffee"

"Qué?"

Even worse if when the reader tries it it's just like the most not strong coffee they've ever drank. Makes the guys wonder wtf makes humans need so much energy through out the day.

this is such a cute idea, i love how diet diffs/energy diffs in humans are space orcs aus, so genius to apply to hylians

the stamnia boost potion tastes just like instant coffee with powdered creamer (the kind at like car dealerships/shitty offices where its not even a little liquid creamer)

and u spit that shit out like wtf is this bs

and Four, poor guy who gave you some after talking a break from walking, is like "oh my goddess r u allergic?? can still breath???"

meanwhile ur like. "yeah this just tastes like shit-"

four: "oh well yeah, all potions do really-"

you: "-ty coffee. this is nowhere near strong enough to get me back on my feet ffs"

four: " 👁️👄👁️"

you: "u got anything stronger? :/ "

four: " w h a t ? "

cue u researching how to make stamnia potions, across the hyrules, and making them 10x stronger so theyre like an actual coffee shop kind of coffee, and the Links are literally lowkey scared

Time forbids you (and the rest of the guys) from letting anyone else try ur "improved" elixir (s)

bc yes, u didnt stop at stamnia

u moved on to healing potions, (u can now regrow limbs and heal broken bones, the hylians can only take like a 1/16th of a sip like once a week, whereas u chug the whole thing, and can do so multiple times a day if needed)

u also moved onto cooking, bc rlly how different is cooking from alchemy?

and goron spice tasted like goddamn dorito chips, so u used essence of literal lava to help make it more spicy,

ur not allowed to introduce this new spice to the gorons, Wild forbid, bc he was adventurous enough (and snuck behind Time and ur backs) to try some spice

(he literally touched the tip of his pinky finger to it, wiped it off, except for 1 like flake of spice too)

and it lowkey nearly killed him 💀

like had to use that 1/16th of ur extra strong healing potion and everything

u felt so bad, but he did do this to himself,

and Wild knew the gorons dont back down from a challenge, esp since it was originally their recipe, so he (and you) didnt wanna kill them on accident

the sleeping potion u found is just like taking a single melatonin gummy, so u ofc make that thing knock even you out after 2 sips,

needless to say, no one is trying that one, not only bc it knocked Rulie unconcious for 12 hours straight (u got him to try it after he exhausted all his magic healing, and so no nightmares)

but bc it knocked u out cold for 9. that was the scarier part to them lmao, was how affected is their human by this?

i like to think thats how they judge unknown foods and liquids too,

like "do you think this tastes unseasoned? ok should be perfect for me then" - every Link

"oh this didnt make u feel sleepy at all/barely tired? great, id love to knock out cold w/no nightmares tonight" - Sky, probably

"this tastes like that thing you call, instant cough? ko-fee? Cool, give me some i need to run up this mountain" - Wild, for the 3rd time this month probably

"this barely healed ur papercut? sweet, give me some my wrists are killing me" - poor Legend, he uses ur extra strength healing potion as a way to treat his arthritis regularly once a month, but the more chill potions for any leftover aches and pains, esp after long fights being hard on his arms

Chain is simultaneously still lowkey terrified u need that much extra oomf, esp when u run out of stronger stuff and have to down like 5 health potions to heal a cut that needed stitches,

and also worried u need that much and also Wild/Wars/Rulie tend to work overtime to make sure they have extra potions for you

and theyre also kind of impressed, bc hey, youre unlikely to get magically poisoned/potion poisoned like them

☆

sorry i couldnt think of as much as i hoped, i think its bc i rlly just need to play/watch more loz games besides botw/totk

i like know the vague plot of ss/oot/mm/tp/ww/hw and og loz games, but havent gotten into details/lets play or anything yet

i hope this was at least a half decent idea to think about/expand on urs, have a great rest of ur week, and thanks so much for the ask!! <33

Peace out,

🌙

#i tried to add a cut so this wouldnt be constantly expanded but i just had to trust tumblr for this one bc it kept unbulleting my stuff #i tried guys #sorry #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #male reader #linked universe reader #lu x male reader #link x reader #loz link x reader #linked universe male reader #moon rambles #literally just that didnt organize this at all rlly

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chrismcleanswife · 1 year

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𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 & 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐔𝐕𝐄

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝! <𝟹

♥⛓ -> You were stuck up in a prison for 3 years, how great! /sarcasm

♥⛓ -> Well, It was kinda your fault being there, you know, you commited several law violations...

♥⛓ -> Anyways, you stayed 2 years in the commonal place but when you practically murdered a guard that tried to rape you that privilege finished.

♥⛓ -> Now you were placed in the high security area, leaving behind the friends you made in those 2 years since you couldn’t out that area and they couldn’t come in.

♥⛓ -> Okay, that’s crazy. But this is even more crazy!!

♥⛓ -> Because they gave you conditional liberty in exchange of appearing in a sick ass TV live program.

♥⛓ -> You were not dumb. so you accepted, anything better than being here for another 5 years lmao.

♥⛓ -> So you got the 5 things you called stuff, you packed it up in a bag that the guards gave you and being followed by two grown men you got into a car, later on a yatch and then you finally got your feet on the Island in which the show will be taking place.

♥⛓ -> ❝And here we have Y/N! The damsel on not so much distress❞ were the words that Chris said when you walked past him, you turned to him just before reaching your place in the dock and made finger guns at him, which he gladly returned with a grin.

♥⛓ -> However, after that you wanted to take a look at your new competence and so on your eyes scanned everyone near you, a brunette girl, a goth one, a small boy who seemed like a pushover, a sweet dofus, a punk with delinquent looks, a girl-boss and a mean-looking girl.

♥⛓ -> Wait.

♥⛓ -> A punk with delinquent looks?

♥⛓ -> You blinked a bit confused and turned your head to the boy again, taking a glance at his green crest and at the piercings he had.

♥⛓ -> Your eyes went wide as you recognised the boy who was at your right side.

♥⛓ -> ❝OH MY GOD. Duncan, is that you?? The prison’s green nightmare???❞ You asked, eyes open wide as an excited smile made it’s way to your lips.

♥⛓ -> The named boy turned to look at you with wide eyes and a raised eyebrow, and as soon as his blue ice eyes landed on the familiar colour of your eyes.

♥⛓ -> ❝Holy shit-!! Y/N? The murderer of section B??❞ He now asked you, while everyone looked at you two as If you were crazy or something.

♥⛓ -> ❝HELL YEAH!!❞ you shouted, now running to his arms and jumping to them, Duncan, unable to let his beloved prison buddy fall to the ground lifted your body in the air and gave you a spin, thing that made you both laugh.

♥⛓ -> ❝Oh my god! You haven’t changed a bit! The fork’s mark is still on your neck!!❞ he laughed while pointing at a scar visible on your neck, a gift from your very first meeting.

♥⛓ -> Spoiler, he almost killed you in that first meeting lmao 💀

♥⛓ -> He now left you in the ground again and as you turned your heads to the rest of people there you both grinned at their confused looks.

♥⛓ -> ❝Care to explain what’s happening you little delinquents?❞ asked Leshawna, pointing at you both with a side smile on her lips.

♥⛓ -> ❝I- I can’t believe I actually did it!!!❞ screamed a laughing Chris, almost falling to the ground from his laughter ❝I- Oh my god! They told me that you had a friend on the other section and that you both were the most feared duo out of the prison! I can’t believe I actually reunited you both!❞ he kept laughing at his own luck and after an exchange of glances between some of the campers he finally could calm down.

♥⛓ -> ❝Anyways, guys, those two JUVE interns were friends until our dear Y/N almost killed a guard, so now you have in front of your own eyes the duo of delinquents most feared in all Canada!❞ he explained with amusement while Duncan crossed his arms over his chest with a proud grin and you blew a kiss to the cute looking goth girl who you were before looking at, she mimic to catch it and an even wider grin appears on your lips.

♥⛓ -> ❝The most... feared duo of Canada...?❞ the pushover boy asked with fear, his name was Cody (you heard a little bit of conversation before) and as the words fell from his lips you winked at him, making him stutter over his own words while his cheeks burned like fire, oh he was a cute one, you thought before returning your attention to Chris.

♥⛓ -> You intertwined arms with Duncan as Chris continued speaking about the rules of this strange “summer camp” and you couldn’t help but laugh when you noticed that almost all the girls where looking at Duncan while all the boys were looking at you, and how could they not? You are fucking hot and dangerous, and that makes you sexy withouth any other word.

♥⛓ -> Finding the interest on both funny, you lifted your body using your toes and whispered what was happening in your prison buddy’s ears, he just laughed while turning his head to the girls and giving the brunette one a wink, she just huffed with a little hint of red on the cheeks and looked away.

♥⛓ -> You were going to have fun in this camp, being with your ol’ delinquent partner in crime and surrounded by a bunch of cute and pathetic boys and a cute and hot looking goth girl was the better summer plan you ever had.

♥⛓ -> And while you darkly chuckled to yourself you thought that maybe... just maybe... you could manage to commit an atrocity or two in this place.

#Duncan #Duncan x reader #tdi Duncan x reader #tdwt Duncan x reader #Total Drama #Drama Total #Total Drama x reader #Total Drama Island x reader #Tdi x reader #Total Drama Island x fem!reader #female reader #Duncan x female!reader #Duncan x fem!reader #Duncan x female reader

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kwnnys · 1 year

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— craigs gang + tweek sleeping hcs

hcs ; a/n : ok I swear I'll work on reqs after this pinky promise

— craig tucker

I've mentioned this on another post but I definitely think he grinds his teeth while sleeping.

mostly because of anxiety, but also it just happens randomly

he doesn't move much, but he occasionally turns while sleeping.

craig abslutely cannot sleep with warm sheets or pillows. it makes him super irritated and annoyed.

sometimes he lets tricia in his bed when she gets nightmares and they have cute sibling bond times <33

begged his parents for one of those car beds for years till they finally caved in and bought it for him.

has a bunch of space and car themed pajamas.

— tweek tweak

poor boy rarely gets any sleep cause of his insomnia 🙁🙁

but when he does manages to sleep, hes always tossing and turning

he defo groans and squirms in his sleep for no reason... just tweek being tweek

he used to have a bunch of stuffed animals until one night he swore he saw one of them move and threw them all out

always sleeps with the lights/tv on, or with a nightlight

the guys tease him for it constantly 😓😓

most of the time he sleeps in his outside clothes cause he forgets to change into his pajamas

xtra creek hc : the first time tweek slept over with craig he could not sleep the whole night cause mf kept grinding his teeth and it was driving him INSANE 😭😭 he always made sure to bring earplugs whenever he slept over since that day.

— clyde donovan

the kind of guy to say "sleep is for the weak 🥶" then pass out at 7 pm.

also sleeps with a nightlight on but would NEVER admit it out loud.

a very loud snorer in denial.

has a secret stuffed animal he always sleeps and cuddles with every night.

he talks in his sleep and says a bunch of random things

loves doing skin care and having spa nights!!!!!

the first one to sleep during every sleepover. cries every time he wakes up to drawings of penises on his face.

sleeps in the most horrendous positions 💀💀

bro transforms to a gymnast when he sleeps😭

— tolkien black

the most normal person in the group

he mostly sleeps on his side or back.

the group goes to his house for sleepovers so often he literally has some of their clothes in his drawer.

wears retainers.

he always makes sure to send the group goodnight texts before sleeping.

secretly a sleep walker (he doesn't know though.)

his bed is so big hes like an ant whenever he lays down 💀

has alot of fancy sleeping masks and scrubs but never uses them 😭 he just keeps them there for aesthetics

— jimmy valmer

that type of person that cannot sleep without a fan.

everyone will be trying to rest with the loud ass sound of a fan in the background 💀

almost immediately wakes whenever someone turns it off.

always sleeps through all of his alarms. he has about 50 of them.

used to wear retainers before he got braces.

shifts alot in his sleep and occasional giggles.

tells EVERYONE about all his silly dreams.

^ the group is kinda tired of it tbh.

jokingly tells the guys he has a boner in the middle of the night and they just look at him like 😐

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polarisjisung · 5 months

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cherry flavoured

15— SWORN TO SECRECY

SYNOPSIS: y/n, the campuses notorious heartbreaker, had never been one to settle down, running from the word commitment since the concept had first been introduced to her, but one smile and a little cherry coke seems to do just the trick when she runs into captain of the dance team, park jisung

PAIRING: dancer!jisung x fem!reader

WARNING: swearing, gaslighting

NOTES: formatting this chapter has been an absolute nightmare and the written cut dont even get me started 👺 I wanted to improve it but I'm so sick of rewriting this chapter that I've given up 💀

jisung had noticed the unusual glossiness of her eyes the second he saw her, her nose slightly pink as she sniffled in the cold. he chooses to stay quiet, noticing the deep breath she forces herself to take before a smile takes over her features.

y/n was dressed appropriately for the weather in a white oversized jacket and matching skirt— something new to her usual basketball uniform or casual jeans and whatever top she could find combo. it was different, a good kind of course.

"you look gorgeous" he said

really jisung thought she looked a lot more than just plain simple gorgeous but the fear of messing things up before their date even began was far too strong for him to speak otherwise

"you too, living up to your name i see pretty boy"

jisung stifled a laugh, though his smile grew wider and his gums were on perfect display, hands gripping the wheel tightly in front of him

the car ride itself was quiet, too many thoughts flooding each of their minds to even consider conversation, but when they found themselves amidst the lights, stood at the entrance of the winter fair, conversation fell upon them with ease.

"should we go on that ride" jisung doesn't know why he suggests the ride he dreads most first, a roller coaster that spans half of the park with way too many twists and turns to be considered normal and a couple upside down moments that had his stomach flipping even whilst stood on the ground— pointing towards the queue with a slightly shaky finger

y/n gulps, "sure" suddenly regretting her choice of the city fair for her first date, although there were a thousand other stalls and much more tame rides for them to go on, she didn't want to disappoint the boy who walked beside her by saying no

the queue for the ride is comparatively short, and suddenly the two find themselves in the next group to go on.

the redhead let's her eyes trace up to latch onto the boy's, his jaw clenched when a tight lipped smile made its way onto his face, noticing how she stared his way

the uncertainty in her eyes doesn't go unnoticed by jisung as she let's her gaze flicker between the loop de loops of the roller coaster and his warm toned eyes, he smiles, more fully this time

"you don't like roller coasters do you love?" a breath of air that she hadn't known she was holding in presses past her lips, she nods, unsure

but jisung lightly holds her arm to guide them away from the rush of excited children and couples behind them, running past the now open gates of the ride to get the best seat, and towards the centre of the park

"I'm glad" he says before y/n can mutter out the apology already resting on her lips, "I don't either" he hesitates, "actually I hate them"

There's a moment of silence before the both of them break out into fits of laughter, relief washing over the two, the screams of fear and terror ringing in the air behind them, regretful eyes staring at them, who had made it away from the deathly ride just in time.

"how about we go on this one instead" this time y/n follows jisungs finger to the smaller, less overwhelming ride that causes excitement to bubble in her chest, nodding eagerly at the sight of the short queue before grabbing his hand in hers and running towards it, cute

somewhere between then and their small walk to the funnel cake stand, jisung let his hand envelope hers, interlacing his fingers with her contrastingly cold ones as they walked through the fair ground

"I've always wanted to have my first date at the fair" she sighed, letting the cool air hit her slighlty puffed out cheeks, content written over her every feature

"how come?" jisungs one hand is stuffed into the pocket of his coat, the other occupied by y/n's

"they say it's good luck" she shrugs, "apparently there's one night a year where if you come to the fair on a date, you'll never know heartbreak again" she laughs, jisung raising a brow at the odd action, a constant with the unpredictable girl beside him

"you don't believe it?"

"well not exactly, but it's more fun to believe these things are true than to waste too much time sulking that they aren't" she straightens up at the site of a warm cake being offered towards her by the lady behind the stall, quickly thanking her before focusing her attention on him again

"I heard the whole park is meant to be devoted to the architects first love" jisung takes a hold of y/n's purse subconsciously, as she offers a piece of the cake to him, "that's why they hold the fair here"

"its nice to know people arent afriad to be in love" y/n smiles, barely finding the conversation awkward and jisung hums in agreement, stripping off his jacket, unknowingly pulling the girl away from the spiral of thoughts she'd been heading down as he offers it out to her

"you're shivering" he chuckles, placing it over her shoulders, to which she thankfully beams up at him with another smile

"won't you be cold?" jisung shakes his head at the question.

he lied, there was no way he wouldn't be cold, but he didn't mind, besides he didn't get sick easily, and he knew y/n did, another fact she'd let slip somewhere during their hangouts that jisung had made a mental note of, like with most things she'd said

she was unpredictable to anyone else but jisung was beginning to hope that wouldn't be the case with him

he barely notices the way she's crouched down now, eye to eye with a teary eyed girl who desperately clutches a fluffy unicorn in her right hand, and wipes the tears running down her cheek with her left, hopeful eyes locked with y/n's

"are you lost?" the little girl nods between sobs, struggling to breathe as she chokes back on the salty droplets falling from her eyes

y/n's lips protrude into a small pout "who did you come with?"

the little girl mutters something under her breath and when y/n turns to look at jisung, she can only confirm that neither of them could understand what she had said.

a familiar voice echoes behind the two, desperately shouting, assumably in search of the young girl who had clasped y/n's free hand, running back to the blonde boy who she recognised as her older brother

jisung easily takes notice of the way y/n freezes, unmoving for the few moments after she realises who it is stood to her left, jaw slack before she clenched it shut

despite the lingering taste of cinnamon sugar on his lips jisung felt his mood turn sour at the sight of choi jiung, gripping y/n's hand more firmly and walking away before the choi could even thank them, though jisung half expected that wouldn't have hapenned in the first place considering the sinister smirk that lined his lips

"you okay love?"

she nods, not so convincingly, but enough for jisung to loosen his grip slightly

"I wasn't expecting to run into him is all"

"do you want to sit down for a bit?"

y/n shakes her head, tilting to face the ferris wheel behind them

"how about we take a ride?"

if he could blush, jisung knows he would've, though the cold doesn't let him and all he can do is nod

anyone knew what reaching the top of the ferris wheel meant, but jisung could only fiddle with the rings on his fingers, watching the fairground from above, and finally turning his gaze to y/n, who's eyes shone down with such warmth, his jacket still resting over her torso

"thank you" she whispered, leaning forward, pink lips teasingly waving in front of him

"why are you thanking me love?"

"for today, this was my first date ji and I'm glad it was with you"

jisung smiles, proud that of all her firsts in life, he'd gotten to be her first date, and he knew, he'd like to be her last too

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l3viat8an · 11 months

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*walks up to the ask box with a paper bag over my head (Like Mono from little nightmares) and places my ask before disappearing into the dark alleyway*

Once when MC was visiting the human world. The brothers decided to go with them to stalk 'keep an eye in them'

So they're all following behind MC, trying to be inconspicuous but failing miserably because they kept fighting. But thank Dia, MC though they were just delulu. (Mc internal monologue: "I'm so far gone, I can still hear them arguing" *shakes head and keeps walking*)

The plan backfires when MC stops in front of a bakery that Beel has already set his sights on. Beel just marches up to the bakery and goes inside and MC just watches him go in like (0////0)ayo what! why that boy here!?. So they follow after him and it results in the two leaving the bakery hand in hand on their way back to MCs place (Beel conveniently forgetting to mention that his brother's were with him) And all the bros are just standing there like (o_o)

❇ Levi and Belphie decide to give up and the go back to the Devildom sulking.

❀ Luci and Tannie decide to make the most of their visit by going to some stores to get some items they wanted.

❁ Mammon and Asmo refuse to give it up and end up getting arrested for their suspicious behavior and Luci has to come bail them out (after a night in jail oc)

~🍒

Carful in the dark alley XD

Not MC assuming they’ve simply lost it helpshsk- Fair enough tho, they’ve spent too much time around demons-

Plot twist Beel planned it and walked in knowing MC would follow him and he could get you all to himself~ (smart bby)

Levi ‘n Belphie would go home to cry and spam text MC trying to get attention away from Beel- jealous boys XD

Lucifer also stays behind to make sure Beel doesn’t cause any trouble and to spy on what exactly Beel does with MC Satan found a book store he’s happy!

Mammon ‘n Asmo having to share a jail cell for a night, is an absolute nightmare for the guard 💀 they might just pay Lucifer to take the two away!!!

and the whole time all the other brothers are busy being, well themselves- Beel and you are having some quality time!! Could be a sweet date or spending time at your place, Beel’s just happy to have you all to himself for a change!

#🍒 anon!#obey me!#obey me poly mc #obey me poly reader #obey me poly #obey me beel x reader #obey me brothers x reader #obey me brothers #obey me shenanigans #om! suggestive #om! poly #obmswd poly reader #obmswd poly

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milesdickpic · 11 months

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 73

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A/n: It's been a minute, huh Mav? Sorry for my absence, besties. There has been a lot going on. Thank you for all being patient with me. Without further ado, here is the next chapter! Thank you for being here! I love you all so much! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

Word Count: 3.5k

(sorry for all the grammatical errors, I did not re-read this 💀)

Warnings: cursing, crying, angst, anger, mentions death, panic attacks, talks about injuries, depression, TW: Blood in the picture below, if I missed any please let me know 🫶🏼

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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(I really can't remember where I got this picture, I am sorry! 😭)

You sat up in a sweat. You were breathing hard. You had just woken up from a nightmare. You pushed your sweaty palms into your eyes. “It was just a dream.” You took a deep breath. Hangman came running into your room.

“Y/n.” He was out of breath.

“Jake you’re home early from work. What are you doing here?” You looked at him concerned.

“Where is Leia?” He looked around.

“She’s with Evelyn and the girls. Jake what’s wrong?”

“Y/n.”

You shook your head, “Jake." He looked down and blinked fast as his hands rested on his hips. He was lost for words. Your heart sped back up. "No you stop right now. What the hell happened?”Jake blew out an unsteady breath and shook his head. “He’s being flown back right now by the coast guard. Phantom and Phoenix are with him.” He came over to the bed and held your hands, “We need to go now.” He nodded.

Your heart fell to your stomach. You couldn’t breathe. Your chest was tight, “Is he okay?” Jake looked at you with a blank stare, “Is he alive Jake, please.” You pleaded with him. "Please..."

Jake held you tight, “I don’t know and I wish I did. All they said was that he was being taken to the hospital and that we needed to be there when they got there.”

You started to cry. You were trying to hold back your tears. You looked up and placed your hands on your head, “FUCK! JAKE! FUUUCK!” You started to sob.

He hugged you tight, “He’s going to be okay. I know it. He’s Bradley Bradshaw. He always gets away with just a scratch.”

Jake helped you into the car. He called Evelyn and explained to her what happened, or at least what he knew. She agreed to keep Leia with her until you knew more about the situation. You arrived at the hospital, they brought you into a family waiting room. Hangman held you and comforted you the whole time as you waited.

“Jake.” Your raspy voice whispered.

“Yes, honey.” He rubbed your hack and kissed your head.

“I can’t do this without him.” You started to cry again. “I need him, Jake.” You started to shake as you cried.

Jake pulled you into his embrace. “You won’t have to. I’ll make sure they do everything for him. I promise he will come home, honey.” He rubbed your hair and rocked you, “I promise.”

We sat in the family room for a couple of hours. Phantom finally emerged from the doors coming straight to you and Hangman.

“Oh, Phantom!” You stood up quickly and hugged him. He held you tight.

“How are you, my dear?” He held you close and rubbed your back.

You pulled back and wiped your eyes. You shook your head. “I just need to hear something. Please. Is he okay?” You pleaded with him. You just needed to know something and not be left in the dark.

Phantom placed his hands on your shoulders. “My dear, I think we should sit.”

You felt your heart fall. This wasn’t happening. You had just saw him yesterday. You had so much planned for when he came home… You tried to stay calm. It wasn’t just you feeling the pain, it was your boys too. You tried to steady your breathing. You sat down with Hangman again, Phantom sat in the chair next to you. Hangman wrapped his arm around you and comforted you. You held his hand and were shaking. Hangman pulled you closer to him and rubbed your shoulder.

Phantom took a deep breath. “Bradley took the afternoon routes. Last week we had some issues with Bandits scaring our pilots by locking on them and triggering their tone buzzers to alert them. We noticed it would be an issue, so we changed protocols this week. Fly-out routes aren’t to be paired anymore, Instead, we sent out two leads and 4 supportive aircraft.”

You could feel Hangman tense against you.

“Bradley was on a route with Phoenix, but then I had received a distress call from our other team. I requested for Bradley to meet with them. When he got there, they had been tagged with tone and didn’t know what to do in such situation. A lot of these pilots are new. Their first time being out there and not knowing all the ropes yet. Bradley took it upon himself to show leadership and sent phoenix away back to their original route with two supports. Bradley stayed back with the two who had tone on them. Take the lead.”

You dropped your head, “He always puts everyone before himself. That’s just Bradley.”

Phantom leaned in and kissed your head, “He definitely gets that from his mother. She was the same exact way.”

You took a deep breath and looked back up at Phantom.

“While they were flying, everything was fine. Then radio traffic came through. A lone Bandit was spotted, a second one coming opposite way started shooting. They took those down and more showed up. Phoenix and her team went to him as fast as they could. They were all being ambushed. One of the kids ran out of flares, He was panicking as a bandit was on his trails. Bradley cut him off and took the hit. All I could hear were Phoenix’s screams. They eliminated the rest of the bandits. We sent out a search and rescue team. They found him floating upright in the ocean. Thanks be to god for his floating devices. But he was hurt bad. Phoenix said as she watched him go down…” You stopped Phantom.

“Where is she?” Phantom looked at you with furrow brows. “Where is Phoenix?” Hangman sat up straight behind you.

“She’s being evaluated. She’s really shaken up.”

You rose to our feet. “I need to see her. I need to make sure she is okay, please.”

Hangman stood up with you. “I’ll check on her, y/n. I’ll come back right away after I see her. I promise.” Hangman kissed your head and headed into the emergency room area.

Phantom helped you sit back down. “Y/n. Are you sure you want to know?”

“I have to know. Please.” You begged with tears in your eyes.

He nodded and held your hands, “Phoenix said as she watched him go down some debris from his plane came down and swiped his parachute. He was falling fast. The emergency chute deployed late. He hit the water hard. When they got to him he was bleeding out a lot. I’m guessing the debris went through the chute and knocked him as well.” He held your hands tight, “He was unconscious when we got to him. But they are doing everything they can to help him. He’s in surgery and they will update us as soon as they can.”

You broke down and buried your hands into your palms. “Phantom…” you sniffled and cried harder, “How am I supposed to tell my daughter. How am I supposed to tell her she might never see him again?”

He started to cry and put his head down. “Let’s hope and pray that will never have to come.” He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. “He’s a Bradshaw. He’s strong, He’s going to make it through.” Phantom pulled something from his pocket and handed it to you. They were very soggy pictures of you, Leia, and the boys. “They found those on him, clenched in his fist. You and your children are his strength and motivation. He’s going to make it back to you.” He caressed your cheeks and wiped your tears. “I’m not going anywhere until we have answers. Anything you need sweetheart, I am here. We are all here for you. The navy is here for you.” He pulled you into a hug.

You nodded and held onto him tight. “Thank you so much, Phantom.”

An hour went by and you had fallen asleep on the couch in the waiting room. Hangman came back in the room and saw you asleep. He sighed of relief. “Thank god, her body needs rest after all this stress.” He let you sleep and when you finally woke up Hangman was sitting next to you rubbing your head. You got up and he rubbed your back. “I checked on Phoenix. She’s shaken up, bad. I’ve never in all the years knowing her, seen her like this.”

“When can I see her?” Hangman pushed your hair from your face.

“Tomorrow.” He nodded. “I called Mav and Austin. They’ll be here in a couple of hours.” He cupped your cheek.

“You called Mav?” You felt your heart drop. Oh god. You couldn’t imagine how he was feeling. First Goose and now Bradley? “Oh shit.” You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Hey, let me get you some water, honey. You need something in your system. What do you feel like eating?” Hangman rubbed your back. You shook your head. “No honey, you need to eat. Please. For the boys.”

“Okay.” You said in a whisper.

“I’ll bring you a sandwich and some water, okay?” Hangman kissed your head again before heading out of the room.

You sat back in silence. Phantom was fast asleep on the couch across from you. You looked down at your belly and rubbed it. You closed your swollen eyes and focused on your breathing. Your body felt so numb. This had to be some nightmare, right? You’d wake up in your bed tomorrow and Bradley would be fine. You felt another tear slip from your eye and onto your cheek. Hangman came back and sat down next to you. You opened you eyes and looked at him with a weak smile. He was holding your sandwich to you.

“Here, honey. You and the boys need to eat. Please.” You took the sandwich from Hangman and started to unwrap it. He placed your water next to you and he started to eat his sandwich.

You laid your head on hangman’s shoulder as you ate. “He’s gonna be okay… Right Jake?” Your voice was solemn and raspy.

Hangman looked at you with sad eyes and sighed. He laid his head on yours and closed his eyes. “I know he will, y/n. He’s one of the strongest guys I know.” He kissed the top of your head. “I promise, I will make sure they do everything and anything for him.”

You nodded against his shoulder and continued to slowly eat your food.

A couple of hours had passed. You were laying on Hangman’s lap. You had a blanket draped over you. It was warm, but you felt so cold. Hangman was massaging your head. You were staring at the table in front of you, it was covered in magazines. You kept reading the Health magazine’s title over and over again. How to Overcome Anxiety.

The family’s waiting room door opened slightly. You and Hangman looked and saw the doctor coming in. You sat up quickly and Hangman helped you up. The doctor sighed and came to sit with you both. Hangman went to go and wake up Phantom. When he saw the doctor, he woke up quickly.

Once you all sat with the doctor they began to explain to you all what they did.

“Mrs. Bradshaw, we had to staple and stitch up a gauge in your husband's shoulder. He had lost a significant amount of blood, but we were able to put 3 bags in him. We also had to go in and place a plate and a couple of screws in his left clavicle, it was broken into several pieces. We have him in a neck brace, just to keep him steady. His vertebrae were stressed, but we saw no damage to the spinal cord or vertebrae. He has a couple of broken ribs from the impact when he hit the water. We also had to stitch his thigh. We are assuming the debris that came down and hit his shoulder went right across and cut open his thigh as well. Thankfully, other than that. He just has some minor cuts, abrasions, bumps, and bruises. It could have been a lot worse, but thanks be to god it isn’t.” He placed his hand on your arm.

You started to cry softly. You were thankful that there weren’t more complications. Especially after you had heard what happened to him. You were preparing for the worst. You placed your hand on the doctor’s hand. “Thank you so much.” You shook you head and patted his hand, “Thank you so much, doctor.” You looked up at him and gave him a hug.

He rubbed your back, “Of course. We will do anything to make sure he’s okay, Mrs. Bradshaw.”

You pulled back and wiped your face. “When can we see him?”

“You can come back and see him now. I must forewarn you. We do have him in a medically induced coma. We just want to give him time to rest and have his body heal before we have him up. He will be in a lot of pain, so we thought this would suit him best.”

You nodded, “Can I please see my husband?”

“Of course. You can all follow me.”

You stood up and Hangman helped you up. He had his hand on your back and the other holding your hand to help steady you. He walked with you through the halls to Bradley’s room. Phantom branched off and went to go and check on Phoenix.

“Lieutenant Bradshaw’s room. You are both welcomed to stay here.” The doctor opened the door. The curtain was covering Bradley, but you could hear all the beeping from the machines and monitors. The doctor opened the curtain and the sight in front of you nearly had you fall to your knees. Thankfully, Hangman was there holding onto you.

“Holy shit…” You started to feel weak.

“Honey.” Hangman grabbed onto you. The doctor grabbed a chair and him and Hangman helped you into it.

Your breathing was slow. Your heart wrenched in your chest. Your vision became blurry as you began to tear up. This wasn’t your Bradley. There had to have been some mistake. He was hooked up to so many machines. There was a tube going into his mouth and down into his throat to breathe for him. He was in a neck brace, his shoulder patched up, arm in a sling, he was swollen, had slight lacerations on his face, arms, neck, he had bruises, his thighs was bandaged up, his eyes still being held shut with medical tape, he had so many wires hook up to him to minter his oxygen, heart rate, blood pressure. There was no way this was him. You had just saw him no less than 48 hours ago. He was fine, laughing, giving you, your daughter, sons, and puppy good-bye kisses and hugs. This wasn’t your Bradley, you had no idea who this was.

Hangman walked over to Bradley’s side and placed his hand on his hair. He leaned down and kissed his forehead. “We’re here, Rooster. Y/n and I are here. We’re not going anywhere, bro. We are staying here with you. I promise to take care of her in the mean time. I love you, Roo.” He laid his head face down next to Bradley’s. You could hear him crying quietly as he hugged Bradley. “Damn it, Bradshaw. What were you thinking. You put everyone before yourself.” Hangman sobbed into the side of Bradley. “Fuck man, we need you.” He was shaking slightly as he pleased with Bradley.

You called over to Hangman in a shake voice, “Jake…” He got up and looked at you with red tearful eyes. You gestured for him to come to you. He came over and pulled up a chair next to you. You pulled him into a hug and held his head to your head, “He’ll be okay. Remember what you said? He’s Bradley, he’s going to come out of it.”

Hangman chuckled and kissed your cheek, “You’re right. You are absolutely right, y/n.” He smiled at you and wiped his tears.

You looked at Bradley on the bed, “Do you think he’ll fly again, Jake?”

Hangman looked over at Bradley laying on the bed. “I really don’t know, but I sure hope he can. He’s damn good at it.” Hangman sighed. “So fucking good at it. I know for a fact that he would have beat my ass if we were in the same class for Top Gun.” He looked at you and chuckled, “But don’t tell him I told you that. He’ll never let me live it down.”

You giggled and wrapped your arm around his shoulders, “Your secret is safe with me, Jake.” You patted his shoulder. You started to stand up. Hangman helped you up, “I’m going to go and get fresh air. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Jake nodded, “Do you want me to come with you?”

You shook your head, “Stay here with Brad. In case anything happens.” You smiled weakly at Hangman.

He stood up and gave you a hug, “Call me if you need anything.”

You started to walk around. You made your way outside the front entrance of the hospital. You stood there with your hands on your hips. You ricked your hips forward and back to stretch your body out. The breeze felt good against you, it helped open up your tight chest. It felt so good to be able t to finally breathe. You turned around to walk back inside the hospital. But, before you could you could hear someone calling for you. You looked over your shoulder. You saw Mav and Austin running over to you.

Mav comes running over to you. “Hey, sweetheart.” Mav’s face was full of hurt, concern, and guilt. He had his arms out to hug you. You turned around, super pregnant Mav’s eyes went wide. He looked down at your belly and had his arms out. “ Sweetheart…Are you pregnant?!”

You laughed weakly and held your arms out. You started to break down crying “Surprise.” You dropped your head down into your hands. Mav pulled you in for a hug. He hugged you tightly.

“Sweetheart. God you look so beautiful! Congratulations!” He kissed your cheek over and over again. “Oh my gosh, sweetheart! This is so exciting and surprising! Why didn’t you tell me?” He placed his hands on your belly.

You chuckled and watched as he looked at your belly in amazement. “We wanted to surprise you. We hadn’t told anyone yet… Well besides Austin, Hangman, and Phoenix.” Mav looked at Austin with wide eyes.

“You knew before I did!” He chuckled.

Austin shrugged, “I promised I wouldn’t say anything.” Austin leaned in and kissed your cheek. “You look amazing, darlin.”

You smiled at the both of them. “Thank you.”

“So, how is he doing, sweetheart?” Mav stood up straight and looked at you while blowing out a worried unsteady breath. He placed his hands on his hips.

“He finished surgery 30 minutes ago. The doctor came to Hangman, Phantom, and I and explained the procedure. He has a lot of bumps, scratches, and bruises. He had to have a plate and screws put into his clavicle, it was broken into several pieces. There was some debris that cut a gauge into his shoulder that they had stapled and stitched up. He had some stitches put into his thigh from a cut. He has a couple broken ribs, he’s in a neck brace for stability, but no damage to vertebrae or spinal cord. They said he did lose a significant amount of blood so they transfused 3 bags into him.” You sighed, “But from what happened, they said it could have been a lot worse.”

Mav nodded and pulled you in for a hug, “I am so glad he is going to be okay. He has a long road to recovery, but he’s a Bradshaw. He’s going to be okay, sweetheart.” Mav placed a hard kiss to your temple.

Austin came and gave you.a hug and kiss on the head, “He’s right. He’ll be okay, darlin.”

“What’s he doing now? Is he still asleep from the anesthetic?” Mav furrowed his brows.

You shook your head, “They actually have him in a medically induced coma. They want his body to heal some, before they wake him up. They said he’d be in a lot of pain, so this was the best way for him to rest and recuperate.” You sighed.

Mav gulped, “I am so sorry, y/n. I know his is so hard, sweetheart.” Mav gave you another hug. “But that’s really good that they went ahead and did that for him.” Mav rubbed your back and rested his chin on your shoulder.

You started to cry in May’s embrace. “I know, but I could have lost him. You could have lost him. Leia, the boys, everyone.” You sniffled and held onto Mav tight.

Mav let out a sigh, “I know, honey, but we didn’t he is still here, my love.”

You laid your head to his, “I know and I’m trying to be so strong for him and the kids.”

Mav pulled you in closer to him, “And you are doing a great job of it, sweetheart. You are doing so good.”

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Keep the faith strong for our daddy Brad. ❤️ "He's Bradley Bradshaw. He always just walks away with a couple of bumps and bruises." "He's a Bradshaw." I'll see you in the next chapter, babes! ❤️

My support group is in the comments 🫶🏼

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derangedanomaly · 6 days

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HERE IT IS!! My boy!!

Masterlist

*My* KILLER SANS FACTS

His other (much more used) nickname is Blade!

Owns a cat (secretly). The cat's name is Gummi.

Deals with his trauma by joking about it lmao.

Makes fun of everything and everyone.

A jokester

Likes to read 18+ magazines 💀

Flirting with anyone he finds attractive.

Shortest of the Bad Sanses lmao

Likes to talk.. a lot. He'll be literally yapping all the time.

Likes to tease people.

Enjoys cross dressing :D

Feels like an outcast in his team. Dust's best friend is Horror, and well...Nightmares not really the type to get buddy-buddy with someone 😭

Wants to use guns, actually, but cannot for the life of him use them right.

One time crashed a car in the living room. (Nightmare was furious)

An alcoholic. Likes all kinds of booze. (But mostly energetic drinks)

Has insomnia.

Unemployed 💀

*+separate pictures*

#undertale #undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale au #undertale art #killer sans art #killer sans #nightmare sans #dust sans #horror sans #utmv #utmv art #utmv au #art #chaos sans

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determinedowl23 · 4 months

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My own Voices designs!! I wanted each of them to have their own distinct color and article of clothing, which was inspired by @bubblybloob’s designs for them. Individual notes below the cut:

Broken: I wanted his outfit to look haggered and worn. At first I was thinking to have his outfit be like a medieval prisoner’s, but I also added elements of friar robes to go along with Tower’s offer of making us a priest for her. I also made his beak chipped and made it that he doesn’t have the lower set of feathers on his wings (Idk what they’re called- primaries and secondaries I think?)

Cheated: I was stuck on Cheated for so long lol I had no idea what I wanted to do for him. I asked a friend for some medieval outfit ideas and eventually he came up with an executioner and I loved it. He is bitter about his death to Razor. He wants to find a way to kill her himself and will do anything to make sure, even consistently sacrificing LQ in order to get more Voices and become more powerful. And there’s the obvious blade theme going on. I’m pretty sure I had a third reason for it that I forgot too 💀 Now that I’m thinking about it, the Razor route actually kinda mirrors the Witch route, but the roles are swapped…

Cold: I wanted him to wear something an assassin would wear, so I just gave him a cloak lol. I thought that would be a little boring, so I made the front of it look like a scarf. Because…….. he’s Cold.

Contrarian: The obvious thing to do was make him a jester, so I did. The top half of his collar and the color are inspired by Sophist because the Party Crashers brainrot never leaves (I’m watching the Vernias Subathon as I’m writing this post) and if you’ve seen even one of his videos- especially a Mario Party one, you’ll know that he and Contrarian have basically the same personality.

Hero: He’s the main guy, and obviously a hero, so I gave him a knight helmet and cape. The color of the helmet feather changes based on what your Chapter II is (ex. his feather will be magenta during Damsel to match Smitten, and it will stay magenta during Burned Grey. Honestly I may change this lmao) and it’s black in the endgame sequence. He also shifts his cape so that the clasp is in the center during the endgame.

Hunted: Hunted has a torn and tattered vest that’s green to help with camouflage. He and Paranoid have the largest eyes, both because they are always on the lookout for a threat, but it’s more obvious for him and his prey nature. He’s the best flier of all the voices- in fact, he honestly might be the only one who can fly.

Opportunist: Sleazy loser car salesman. He’s the most put together (physically) of them all, and uses this clean look to make himself look “professional” so he can weasel his way out of a sticky situation. I might change his yellow to something less bright, I’m not sure if I like it. I just wanted to make sure his color was distinct enough from Hero’s and Skeptic’s.

Paranoid: His hat and shoulder cape are that of a plague doctor’s, since he single-handedly keeps you alive during Nightmare, and even when Hero takes over the Heart Lungs Liver Nerves™ it’s still Paranoid who’s calling the shots that he thinks are the best. He and Hunted have the best self-preservation skills and best survival instincts.

Skeptic: Honestly Skeptic’s personality was hard for me to identify when I first met him, but I view him as someone who’s skepticism comes from a place of curiosity and an itch to learn as much as he can before coming to a definite conclusion. So I gave him a stereotypical detective cape

Smitten: He’s a bard serenading his beloved Princess! His vibrant magenta outfit represents his love for the darling Damsel <3 His outfit was pretty straightforward lmao. Also, his and Opportunist’s chest feathers are meant to resemble an ascot.

Stubborn: Originally I wanted to make him look like a gladiator, but I didn’t want to give him armor so that Hero would feel more distinct from the others. Plus, he just wants an all out brawl where you and your opponent are even, and if he doesn’t believe in traps, I don’t think he’d believe in armor. Because of that, he doesn’t care too much about clothing. A simple sash will do- a red one so that the bloodstains will blend in. He has a scar over his chest and his eye he gained from the fight with the Princess in Chapter I.

#owl draws #slay the princess #stp voices #should I tag all of them?#yeah I will #voice of the broken #voice of the cheated #voice of the cold #voice of the contrarian #voice of the hero #voice of the hunted #voice of the opportunist #voice of the paranoid #voice of the skeptic #voice of the smitten #voice of the stubborn

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verosvault · 5 months

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Fantasy High Junior Year Trailer Screenshots & Theories & Random-ness (Pt. 6)

This theory post is just gonna be random cause it's the remaining screenshots I have and Idk what to do with them...🤷‍♀️

I'll probably do like a transcription of the trailer later? Cause it be late and like try to break down what's being said in the trailer? Even though it most likely won't help at all but...🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

I also wanna do a countdown until episode 1!!! ;3333

I wanna post some of my favorite maybe...Fantasy High Clips? Or something... I'll think of something fun to do or something probably! ;3

Adaine is Down! 😭😱

Fig is standing.

Something is on the left and right sides. I can't tell what it is. I also can't tell whatever it is that they seem to be standing on! 🥴🥴🥴🥴 [EDIT: They MIGHT be standing on some sort of vehicle! MAYBE the Hangvan???]

What's bugging me about this shot is it seems to be taken from the perspective of inside something? Is someone spying on them? Is this the perspective of a monster's mouth coming at Fig? Is this the perspective of someone opening their eyes and seeing Fig and Adaine there?

WHY is it FURRY around the LENS and SHAPED like THAT?! HUH BRENNAN?! WHY?! What am I LOOKING at here! Care to EXPLAIN yourself?! 😭😭✋✋ What are you DOING?! 😭✋

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WHAT KINDA MONSTERS ARE- 👁️👄👁️

THese look freaking MESSED UP FR!

I feel like that big claw hand mouth thing was Brennan being like "I can do something 10 TIMES WORSE than MIMICS!" 😭✋ And Rick Perry said "-and I'll make it look like a CREEPY NIGHTMARE!" 😭✋

The red monster on the bottom left looks like he has something inside of his chest! Kinda reminds me of that Killian dude or whatever his name was in Sophomore Year where he had the gem plunged into his chest. 🥴 Do I know if that's at all related? Not in the SLIGHTEST! 🥴

And what in the WORLD is that BOTTOM RIGHT monster that looks like an upside down banana peel with ugly teeth and red eyeballs?! 😭😭✋✋ Nah FAM! Get that AWAY from me SO FAST RN! 😭✋

Brennan had NO RIGHT to call Ricky Perry NARSTY during Burrow's End if he's literally making Rick build minis like THIS! 😭😭✋✋ Like WHAT?! 😭✋

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So... there's 2 dragons???? The one on the top has 2 heads and breathes what I can ONLY ASSUME to be FIRE!

And then we have the shot of this BLUE dragon breathing LIGHTNING with 1 head and it's near a wooden pirate ship! 🥴🥴

Idk if these are flashbacks or NOT! But either way! There seems to be quite a few dragons in this one! 🥴🥴🥴🥴

Kalvaxus definitely ain't the only one! 🥴🥴✋✋

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More art of the Bad Kids from the trailer! They appear to be on top of a ton of...red skulls! 😃✋

That's definitely extremely reassuring! 😃👏🤪✌️

ALSO...WHY DOES FIG LOOK LIKE SHE'S HOLDING ONTO A STEERING WHEEL?! ARE THEY IN A CAR?! IS THIS A WINDSHIELD VIEW OF THE BAD KIDS RN?! IS FIG DRIVING THE BAD KIDS AGAIN?! WHAT 👏 IS 👏 GOING 👏 ON?! 👏

😱😱😱😱 ARE THE RED SKULLS THE DECORATIONS ON THE FRONT OF THE CAR THAT THEY'RE IN?!! 😱😱😱😱 DIDN'T JOHNNY SPELLS CAR HAVE SKULLS OR A SKULL ON IT?!

Bruh- I'M SO CONFUSED!!! 😭😭✋✋ HELP!!! 😭😭✋✋ [EDIT! This seems to be art from Episode 4 of Fantasy High S1! "Rumble Road"!]

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Getting to some of the nice cute stuff! :3

Who is that hot pink girl?! [EDIT: IT'S FIG!!!]

Who is that seemingly older woman at the bottom right?! [EDIT!! IT'S KRISTEN!! ALL THEIR HAIR COLORS ARE WHITE HERE!!]

I see Adaine..Riz...and... I'm ASSUMING that's Gorgug on the bottom left??? IDK! IDK! 😭✋ I'm doubting myself SO MUCH RN! 😭✋

EIther way! This part was cute! 😭✋

I LOVED this shot from the trailer so...:3...Here it is! Not really a theory but...🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ Nice art though! ;3 :3

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Yes. I'm ending the theory posts here...FOR NOW!!! FOR NOWWWW!!! 💀✋

Brennan putting his feet up in the air for WHO EVEN KNOWS WHY! 💀💀✋✋

It's MOST LIKELY from an Adventuring Party maybe! 💀✋

Trying to show the audience that he has legs??! 💀✋😂

Idk fam 😂💀

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SIKE! I'M ACTUALLY ENDING THIS BLOG WITH THIS PICTURE OF BRENNAN!!! CAUSE... YEAH!! GORGUG ROLLED A 4 ON SOME CHECK AND BRENNAN MADE THAT FACIAL EXPRESSION!! SO...WHO EVEN KNOWS HONESTLY!!! 😭✋

I'm SO DONE!! 😭😭✋✋

AAA!! I WANT EPISODE 1 RN SO BADLY!!! 😭😭😭✋✋✋

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