#on the ‘bright’ side i’m actually kind of seeing changes in my appearance and how my clothes fit but i don’t want people to see me 🥴

[spitdrunken]

response to this ask: ABSOLUTELY NOT TOO MUCH!!! This ask has brought me infinite joy and I have reread it a LOT. (Also dw, I will always assume Reader is an adult through asks!! But I get why you’d wanna say that with a term such as grooming, haha) also this got REALLY LONG… HELP.

Notes: pseudocest, obsessive behaviour, codependency, unequal power dynamics, implied minor character death, infantilization… general creepiness. Perhaps this veers away from my original post a little, but I love the idea that you’re someone entirely new to Hell. You’re fresh off the boat, so to speak, entirely unfamiliar with the way things work around here— Except that everything’s fucking terrifying, and you want out! Right now. Please. You see an ad on a random TV in a store’s display, one featuring a hotel that promises ‘sinners’ (which is what you are now, apparently, even your own body now being a new and confusing factor of your existence) a possible way to ascend up to Heaven. Now new and refurbished, after the last successfully averted extermination! Whatever that means. With nowhere else to turn to, no other leads or possibilities except sleeping out on the blood-soaked streets, of course you go! Who wouldn’t? You’d be stupid not to go! …Unless this is all a big scam In which case, you can only hope that you can’t die more than once.

Maybe you arrive, and this grand, beautiful hotel, is, well… Deserted. It’s beautiful on the outside, sure, but where are any of the staff? Or the people staying there, for that matter? You’re so uncomfortable out it all, that you nearly turn tail and run back from whence you came. You would have, if where you came from wasn’t ten times worse.

You walk up to the front desk, and, before you can change your mind, ring the little bell placed on the desk. Someone appears in a flash of golden light, and you have to squint your eyes to avoid being blinded. It disappears as quickly as it came, and a man… Demon, actually, appears in its place. (You catch a quick glance of something bright yellow being quickly stuffed into his pocket, but you have no idea what it is.) His form is noticeably more humanoid than the others you’ve seen out and about. Yes, his skin is an inhuman tone, and his cheeks take apple-red to a whole new level, but he doesn’t appear monstrous. That doesn’t make him exactly inviting, however. His face is set in a neutral expression, and he openly looks you up and down, pupils narrowed into slits. You scratch at the side of your neck, only to immediately flinch. You aren’t quite used to how sharp your nails are nowadays. “Um, hello! I— Sorry to bother you, sir,” you break the silence. “I might be wrong, but is this the Hazbin Hotel…? I saw the advertisement that was put out, and I was interested. Would you happen to be the owner?”

His neutral expression fades, and a small smile takes it place, eyelids sliding half-closed. “Oh no, no— Old me isn’t the boss of this place. That would be my daughter! I’m sure you would have heard of us.” He leans on his staff, both of his hands cupped around the apple on top. His eyes roam around your expression as if searching for something. “You’re pretty new here, I’m guessing?” “…Mhm. It’s that obvious, huh?” You don’t know how he was able to tell so quickly, but you laugh in a way that can only be heard as self deprecating. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, and avert your eyes.

“It’s kind of hard to tell how much time has passed, but— Not a lot. Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on. One moment, I was alive, and the next I was here, with this weird body, surrounded by terrifying people, and I don’t know—“ Your voice cracks under the weight of the reality of your situation. An eternity in Hell. “God, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… Yeah. It’s just been a lot.” “I see. Yes, this realm isn’t particularly kind, least of all to newcomers. I can’t imagine what you’ve seen.” He says, quieter now. You dare a glance at his face. Something in his features has softened at your words, his slit pupils and smile wider in size. When he sees you looking, he extends a hand. You take it, and he gives you multiple firm shakes, before pulling you into a quick hug that has your knees buckle a bit and crushes the air out of your lungs. For a little guy, he really is surprisingly strong. When he lets you go, he’s still got a hand holding yours, leading you to one of the couches in the lobby, and promptly plopping down, pulling you with him. “But things are already on the rise for you from here on out!” He says, all boisterous and smiles, revealing rows of sharp teeth. “You’re new here, and already hit the jackpot! Lucifer’s the name!" And you can only imagine what kind of expression flashes over your face, because he nods rapidly and winks at you. “—Yes, that one, glad that, at least, rings a bell. And staying here places you under my family’s protection." His gaze drifts over the lobby. "My daughter and her friends are out doing trust exercises somewhere right now, but I’m certain she’ll be happy to welcome once she returns. She’s a real sweetheart, let me tell you! She didn’t get that from me, I can tell you that!” He laughs, but it quickly tapers off into a sigh. You wish you could laugh along. You have to admit you’re more than just a bit frozen up, questioning all of the decisions in your life and death that lead up to this moment. Sitting on a couch in a hotel lobby with Satan himself… Maybe you could die again, after all, and you were about to experience it. You probably have committed like fifty gross breaches of etiquette already, and, and— There’s a little rubber duck sitting on your lap.

It immediately snaps you out of your stupor, with how sudden and unexpected it is. The duck is bright yellow with chubby orange cheeks, and wearing a little black top hat. You can’t help cracking up a bit, taking it into your hand. …Maybe this guy is as silly as his outfit would suggest. Was calling himself Lucifer his idea of a joke? Things might be alright after all. “Ah..." You smile. "He’s so cute!” You relax, letting your back hit the sofa you’re sitting on. “Like a little gentleman!” This is the only adorable thing you’ve seen ever since arriving in Hell, and no one should blame you for getting a bit excited. Your days have been nothing but utter misery, after all. “You think so? I mean—“ He laughs, short and sudden. “Of course you do! Just look at the little guy! Who couldn’t love him? You can keep him, I can make another one lickety-split!” “Oh! Um, thank you! Does he have a name?” You’re full-on smiling now, and turning to look at ‘Lucifer’. At a shake of his head, you hum in thought. “A fancy guy deserves a fancy name… What about Reginald?” You turn the little toy around, inspecting it from all sides. “You’ve seen nothing yet! Just give it a little squeeze, not too much.” You do as he says. Through the little hole in its beak, a white droplet emerges. “It’s glue! He used to help me with my crafting projects. But, well, he’s yours now. Off to greener pastures, as they say.” You can’t help yourself. The whole situation is really not all that funny, but you crack up, and once you start laughing, you can’t stop. Your chest hurts, and tears are burning at the corners of your eyes. You have no idea why! Everything’s been such a mess lately. After a couple of seconds, you babble out some nonsense. “I gave— I gave Reginald such a posh name! But… Y’know, he’s a working man!” You say, still cracking up in between the words. At this, it’s Lucifer who laughs, a sound loud and sudden enough to ring in your ears. Seems you hadn’t heard a real laugh out of him before after all.

In other words, Lucifer (who you end up finding out really is the Devil himself) quickly grows fond of you, and takes you under his wings. Perhaps it’s your innocence about Hell and it’s mechanisms that pulls him towards you, combined with the fact that you’re just kind of easy to fuss over. You’re none the wiser that Lucifer was all but hopeless about sinners before helping restart the hotel, and entirely unaware that your dynamic is anything but normal. In your mind, Lucifer must befriend people rather frequently! While you’re quickly taken in by Hazbin Hotel’s other friends and staff, it really is Lucifer who helps you through your adjustment period. He makes you little covers for your claws, so you can get used to having sharp appendages, and not accidentally keep clawing open furniture or your own flesh. He requests Nifty makes some food that is at least visually similar to some Earth meal. When you wake up in the morning, there’s always a little duck sitting in front of your hotel door, making you start your day with a smile. You’ve got a shelf full of them now, and love all of them. (And when you’re curled up in your bed, late at night, crying over all that you’ve lost, smothering your sobs with a pillow, there is a gentle knock on your door. Lucifer sits on the side of your bed, wearing striped pajamas in red and white, and encourages you to pour your heart out to him.

There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everything you’re feeling, everything you’re going through— He’s heard and seen it all before. In fact, he’s sure he’s heard much, much worse. Has he ever done you wrong? No, he hasn’t. So, talk to him. He tells you, dabbing at your face with a white handkerchief decorated with apples stitched onto it. And you do.)

Lucifer looks after you. Sure, he’s not perfect. But no one is, right? Lucifer often seems to lose track of the conversation you’re having with him, distracted by the things around him and suddenly veering off into entirely different territory. In general, his memory is spotty at best, but you’re not surprised that an immortal being such as himself wouldn’t remember every single little thing you say.

He’ll hole himself up in his workshop for days at a time, only to emerge with nothing to show for it, except for a downtrodden expression. He’ll fight with Alastor (and continuously remind you to stay far away from that piece of shit), and get fussy whenever you try to leave the hotel without him glued to your side. Though his memory seems to often be unreliable, and you believe that a lot of simple conversations you have with him are simply left forgotten, there are instances you would consider insignificant that remain fresh in his mind.

“You’re doing it again,” you tell Lucifer. He’s pacing up and down the length of his room, ranting about Alastor. He blinks, and halts his movements, tapping his staff on the floor. “Doing what?” “The thing,” you emphasize, before standing up and walking towards him, dragging the top of your finger across his bottom lip. You can feel him take a quick inhale as soon as you make contact. A golden smear is left across your skin. “You’re always chewing on your bottom lip when you get upset. Doesn’t it hurt? I know it heals within, like, ten seconds, but still!” Absentmindedly, you look at his blood. It’s a weird thought to have, but it’s strangely… Beautiful. You look back up at him, and your brow furrows. “Hey… Were your red spots always that big? I think I’m seeing things.”

But things get better, and he improves. He starts to try and take little notes of the things you’ve told him, alongside the words of other people important to him, like Charlie, like a diary of sorts. The door to his workplace starts being left unlocked, and you’ll wander in, from time to time. You’ll sit on the chair in the corner of the room, reading or otherwise occupying yourself, and telling him that no, that duck or toy is not the worst thing you’ve ever seen, and doesn’t deserve to be burnt to a crisp.

You listen as he, on bad days, talks about his wife with a forlorn expression on his face. Things get better, though. He tries not to see the worst in sinners any longer, and his moods grow better. He spends more time with Charlie. All is well. You don’t realize just how entangled your existences are until you’re in too deep. That your eyes search for him every time you enter a new room, that you’ve grown comfortable with him doing the talking for you. You try to convince yourself it’s not a bad thing, but the simple truth is that you’ve lost a chunk of your independence. And when you try to go out with the other residents, it’s so easy for him to coax you back out of it.

Are you really sure you want to go? Look, I’m not trying to keep you here— I’m really not! But Hell’s a dangerous place out there, and I can assure you there’ll be things there that you really don’t want to see. …I’ve been working on a little display case for your favourite ducks, I can show you that instead.

He only grows more protective when time goes on, and you do more exercises with the rest of the hotel, bond with the other residents. At times, he tries to convince you to forgo their shared activities entirely.

(You try to forget about what you found in a drawer of his desk, one day. A note among so many other reminders that he is known to keep. But this one is wrinkled, pen pressed so hard to the paper that it’s torn in places. All of them want to go to Heaven, all of them want to leave here. Me. I get it. Because she has left, no one can be guaranteed to stay. But I won’t let the apple of my eye be taken, even if they send down an envoy and try to escort them up themselves. …But it’s hard not to remember.) When he gives you your a warning about the ‘scary outside world’ for the umpteenth time, you can’t help but roll your eyes and counter. Alright, dad. Nothing about your tone shows sincerity. You mean it as a joke or a jab, but Lucifer doesn’t laugh. Instead, he hums out a pleased little noise, a smile settling on his face.

The way he looks at you is so utterly tender, all half-lidded eyes and pupils blown wide, that it leaves you reeling. He nestles himself at your side, under the comfort of your arm, and promises to take care of you for the rest of your eternal life spent there. You have an eternity. It’s sweet, and knocks the breath out of you.

But you would’ve been able to reconcile the image of Lucifer and ‘father figure’ more easily if he, sometimes, didn’t act so contrary to such an image. He’ll call for you from behind his workdesk as you’re sitting on your usual chest, ready to show you a ventriloquist doll he’s been working on.

As you stand next to him, an arm is wrapped around your waist, and he pulls you on his lap. It’s in no way comfortable for him. He has to stick his head underneath one of your arms to see anything at all. It would be silly otherwise, but the way he pulls you flush against him, face nuzzled into your side as he audibly inhales, one clawed hand resting on your thigh… You can’t help but have it muddle your feelings towards him. He frequently kisses your hand as a greeting, and insists you let him kiss both of your cheeks before parting. You would write it off as one of his unique quirks if he did the same thing for Charlie, but he doesn’t.

Lucifer, with an eternity of time to hone his skills behind him, has picked up all kinds of crafts, including sewing. He’ll make pieces of clothing for you in his colour scheme, sew apple-themed patches on your clothing, among other things. It’s always embarrassing when he makes something. He fusses and cooes over you like you’re a child when you first wear any piece, clapping his hands and grinning. Oh, just look at you! Aren’t you the cutest little thing? It looks lovely on you!

Anyone with more than two braincells can tell something is going on between the two of you, though no one is quite sure exactly what. Perhaps Angel is rubbed the wrong way by just how overbearing Lucifer is being, and considers you to just get out there for once with the rest of them. You’re always cooped up inside the hotel! Come on, he’s been around the block more times than he count, and he knows every trick in the book. You’ll be fine as long as you stick with him. And… You have fun! Going out, dancing and drinking, accompanied by your friends, is wonderful. But maybe you drink a little bit too much, yet entirely unfamiliar with the different types of names alcoholic beverages in Hell have. How were you supposed to know you accidentally ordered one of the strongest drinks on the menu? And, in the crowd of people, you lose the rest, wandering outside without really noticing it. You’re such an obvious target, staggering on the sidewalk, giggling and mumbling to yourself, that you wouldn’t entirely blame anyone for the poor argument that ‘you were asking for it’ in a place like this. Your world is left spinning as you’re pushed against a wall, vision momentarily blacking out as your skull bashes against brick. (Somewhere in the club, Angel is looking for you, getting more frantic by the moment.)

You never get the chance to figure out exactly what the demon’s intentions are. As soon as their fingers brush over a patch Lucifer had sewn into your clothing, an apple with a little snake head popping out, they’re blasted back by golden light.

Your addled mind is still struggling to keep up when you’re wrapped in a set of soft, beautiful wings. The back of your head is cradled by gloved hands. You catch a glimpse of blood-red eyes set within a familiar face, but, soon, a cluster of feathers covers your eyes. There are horrible cracking noises, gurgling, wheezing— Though you see none of it, your imagination more than makes up for it. You press your face up against his chest, nauseous and shaking like a leaf. Lucifer takes off without a word, the flapping of his multiple sets of wings loud enough to awaken an oncoming headache. Mid-flight, when his features have returned to the ones you know him for, he peppers your face with kisses, and makes you look at him. You mumble out apologies, sniffling, drunk and shaken, but Lucifer shushes you.

What were you doing all the way out there, on your own? You’re usually such a good listener, my dove. You always listen to all of my warnings. A gloved finger traces your cheek. Someone convinced you to go out, didn’t they? That has to be it. You can tell your dad who it is. I won't be mad at you. You’ve never been afraid of Lucifer before. Now, though, you’re filled with apprehension. You frantically shake your head. Oh, then it was your own idea? The tip of one of his nails pokes your cheek. Not nearly hard enough to hurt, but the pressure is there.

…And you really do deserve to be in Hell, because prompted with this question, you take the selfish way out, and once again shake your head. More slowly, this time. See? It wasn’t that hard to be truthful, was it? I knew it wouldn’t be your fault. Now, all you have to do is tell me who it was.

That night, you spend the night in his bed, with Lucifer arguing that you’re very drunk. Which is very much. It’d be horrible for you to go ahead and choke on your vomit, or something like that! So, you should just stay with him. As you're drifting on the verge between conscious and unconscious, his lips find the skin of your throat, placing kisses up and down. Open-mouthed and warm, barely restrained.

You wake up the next morning with a splitting headache and only vague memories of the day prior. But you wake up with Lucifer’s arms wrapped around you, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, each of his breaths tickling your skin. You wake up to one of his legs slotted in between yours. You wake up to the realization that you’ve bitten off far, far more than you can chew.

#lucifer magne x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #yandere #yandere lucifer morningstar x reader #cha.lucifer #cw.dubcon #cw.pseudocest #cw.yandere #cw.alcohol #cw.infantilization

[finalgirleddiemunson]

Home is Wherever I’m With You (Steve Harrington x Reader)

summary: a collection of scenes from moving in with Steve. (wc 2.6k)

warnings: kissing, cursing, domestic steve, found family, you know the vibes. let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: I’m thinking of making this a multi-part series, one where you could just read any part you wanted out of order, but that all fit in with this reader and Steve. let me know if that’s something y’all are into or not :)

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In typical Steve fashion, the question of, “Do you want to move in together?” is simultaneously the easiest question in the world to answer and an earth-shattering declaration. 

“So I was thinking…” Steve starts. He’s laying across your bed, arms hugging one of your pillows close as he watches you put away laundry. Sort, fold, put away, repeat. 

“Dangerous,” You hum.

“Not nice,” he quips without hesitation, used to you.

You giggle then prompt, “You were thinking…?”

“Well your lease is running out here soon…” He’s got this lilt to his voice, the kind that he puts on when he’s trying to seem nonchalant. He’s never been very good at hiding his real feelings though, not to you. “And those apartments on the other side of town just opened up. You know I’ve been trying to get out of my parent’s place for, like, ever, so I’ve been saving up. And now I’m sitting here watching you fold laundry and all I can think about is how I want to fold laundry and make up a bed and pick out dishes with you. I don’t know, that sounds stupid out loud, I guess it was just a thought I had. You can think on it or tell me to shut up about it or-”

“Steve,” you interrupt, not unkindly. “Are you asking if I want to move in together?”

“Well-” He makes an odd gesture with his hands. Drops them back down to his lap and shrugs his shoulders while looking for the right thing to say. He settles on, “Yeah. Is that…something you would want?”

You can’t hide your smile from him as you crawl across your bed until your faces are level to each other. You kiss him, a bright and quick kiss that makes his eyes soften, losing some of the nervous tension in his shoulders. “Yeah. That’s something that I would want.”

His answering smile is bright enough to fill the room. 

—

The easiest part of the process is getting the apartment. 

A leasing agent shows you around a staged space. You and Steve hold hands through the whole tour, even while he does things like open cabinets and check the faucets because he wisely informed you, “That’s what you’re supposed to do when you tour a new place, babe.”

“How would you know?” You’d responded with a giggle, but shut up when the leasing agent appeared to talk to you about the spacious kitchen with new appliances. 

It’s not actually very spacious and you’re positive the appliances aren’t new, but Steve’s thumb runs across the back of your hand and you wouldn’t care if it was the worst apartment in the world, so long as he was the one you’re sharing it with. 

—

A few days later, you’re signing papers- the trailing cursive of your signature touching Steve’s as you sign a lease together. 

“Okay, and this page is about the no pet policy. So, I guess Dustin can’t come over-” Steve snickers when you hit him. Steve signs at the bottom of the sheet, long fingers flipping to the next one in the stack of papers you both have to go through. 

Despite how certain you feel in your decision, you can’t help the galloping beat of your heart.

“Hey,” Steve’s voice is quiet, a soothing balm on your anxiousness, “We don’t have to do this. You can back out now, no hurt feelings. It won’t change anything.” 

His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, just holding there. A reassuring weight that conveys how genuine he is, how patient he is with you while he waits for your response. 

Your fingers find the bottom of his polo, thumb dragging across the stitching so you don’t have to look in his eyes. See the wide, unconditionally caring expression in his eyes that is undoubtedly mirrored in your own. 

It won’t change anything- meaning he wouldn’t hold it against you. He would drop the whole thing now, even when you’re so close to this new future with the two of you. Your Steve, always looking out for you, whatever you need. 

But you don’t need reassurances on this. 

“You just want the closet to yourself, you can’t fool me.” You sign the final page and push the paper across to Steve. You dare a look up at his face. 

He’s smiling- just a small upturn that he’s trying to hide. He shrugs, “It is a nice closet.”

—

Then there’s the moments in between. In the time before your old lease runs out and your new one with Steve begins, you both start to accumulate little things that belong to the two of you. 

Date nights are now spent at thrift stores, lovingly picking out mismatched plates that somehow work together. They’re what you can afford, and they’re not perfect, but you love them all the same for the simple fact that they belong to the both of you. 

Despite it being only the two of you living in the new place, Steve insists on picking out seven extra plates. And when he finds a mug with the Ghostbusters logo on it, collecting dust pushed back on the thrift store shelf, he handles it with care as he puts it in your cart. You pretend you don’t know why, but file it away to tease him about later. 

A few days later, Steve shows up at your apartment door, hauling a box full of things that clink together when he sets it on your counter. 

“Cups! And they’ve got cool designs on them.” He looks so proud as he unwraps the tissue paper from around a glass to show you. True to his words, etched into the glass are pictures of fruits, wrapped around the middle.  

“Where did you get them?” You examine the designs as he pulls out a set of wine glasses to show you.

“Dustin’s mom was clearing out her cabinets to get new stuff, she asked if I wanted them.”

“Dustin’s mom is offering you glasses now?” You bump your hip against his.

“Yeah, well,” He looks slightly sheepish, “When I went to pick Dustin up the other day she came out and started telling me this big story about how she heard we’re moving in together and she remembered the days when she first moved out of her parents’ house and not having anything and handed me this box.” He gestures to the cardboard like it’s a treasure chest. You suppose, to the two of you, it might as well be. 

A different part of the story sticks out to you. “You told Dustin we’re moving in together?” You step in close, arms wrapping around his waist as you peer up at him. 

“I think a shorter list would be who I haven’t told we’re moving in together.” He reciprocates your hug, wrapping his arms around you tight, and he doesn’t have the decency to look embarrassed. 

You giggle, press a kiss to his jaw. “I’m really excited to live with you, Steve Harrington.”

“You’re okay too, I guess.”

You feel his smile when he kisses the top of your head. 

—

The most difficult part of the process is the actual move-in. 

While you count your lucky stars that there’s no rain in the forecast, the sun beating down on the two of you is draining you quickly.  The heat makes your shirt stick uncomfortably to your back, and your stop every so often to wipe perspiration from your brow. 

You’ve hauled more boxes into the space of your new apartment than you care to count, Steve and you passing each other as you both go back and forth from your car and his to collect more things. 

There’s a recliner that you acquired from your parent’s storage shoved into the back of your car, and you’re not sure if you can muster up the strength to get it into the apartment. 

“Steve, let’s just live out here,” you call, leaning miserably against the side of his car. 

He looks equally as tired as he deposits the box he was carrying on the ground in favor of leaning next to you. 

He considers your proposal for a moment. “There’s no walk-in closet out here,” he eventually sighs.

“The world is our walk-in closet.” Your head thunks against the metal of the car as you wither a little more. 

“Oh right, obviously.” He rubs your shoulders soothingly, fingers scratching against the material of your shirt.

The jingle of a bike bell and the crescendoing sound of arguing voices catches your attention, spine straightening as you look towards the road leading to your apartment complex. 

“What the hell?” Steve sounds properly mystified as he spies the source of the noise. 

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of your favorite rag-tag group of high-schoolers coasting down the hill and screeching into the parking lot, pulling their bikes into a space a few spots down from you and Steve.

“I told you taking Ellington Road would have been faster,” Lucas grumbles as he kicks the stand on his bike. Max kicks her skateboard up so she can grab it, appearing to have been riding along on her board while Lucas pulled her with a rope tied to the back of his bike. 

“Well we’re here now aren’t we?” Dustin throws his arms up.

“Yeah, but if we took Ellington we could have been here five minutes ago,” Mike points out, not bothering with the kickstand as he lets his bike fall. 

“Oh my god, shut up about Ellington or not Ellington,” Max sighs as she ties her hair back. 

“Henderson!” Steve calls, arms up in exasperation. For a moment, he and Dustin are mirroring each other, and you chuckle at the picture. All of their heads snap towards you, as though just now noticing you and Steve. “Guys, I told you I can’t give any rides today, we’ve got a lot of moving to do.” Steve’s hands go to his hips as he jerks his head to the boxes spilling out of the back of his car. 

“That’s why we’re here!” Dustin’s grin takes over his face. Mike looks a special kind of miserable as he squints from the sun, dark hair even messier than usual from riding his bike. 

Steve’s brow furrows, confusion across his face. Lucas elaborates, “Yeah, we’re here to help you move stuff.”

“And to see the new place. They’re already planning on how to get you and Steve to let them crash here whenever they want.” Max smarts as she struts over. She reaches to the Walkman on her hip and she pops out the tape in it, passing it to you. “I liked it,” she says simply, giving you the tape you had let her borrow a few weeks ago. From Max, those three words are a glowing, five-star review and you preen just a bit. 

“We are not scouting a new hang out spot. We’ve got Mike’s house for that.” Dustin good-naturedly slaps Mike’s shoulder. Mike rolls his eyes and hits him back. 

“I don’t know, you could probably fit at least six sleeping bags in the living room. Maybe more.” You say casually.

Dustin stops. “Are you shitting me?”

You shake your head, trying to disguise your smile, “I’m not shitting you.”

“Well before we do sleeping bag configuration, we have to get all this inside.” Steve cocks a hip, pointing a finger at the group. You’re gaining a much clearer understanding of why he begrudgingly calls himself their babysitter. “So if you shitheads aren’t kidding, grab a box.”

“Aye, aye,” Dustin gives a little salute that Lucas joins in on. The group disperses, Lucas and Max grabbing totes from Steve’s car while Dustin and Mike attempt to brave the recliner in yours. 

“Jesus, guys, you’re going to break your backs that way- hold on,” Steve rushes over to Dustin and Mike, already swooping in to help them when they struggle lifting the chair. 

Watching them bicker playfully with each other about the best way to get the furniture into the apartment has your chest filling with an aching fondness. 

But you have no time to linger in the feeling as Lucas calls out over his shoulder, “Should we take these straight to the kitchen?” and then you’re hurrying inside to show him where to drop the boxes. 

—

With the help of your impromptu moving crew, the rest of your and Steve’s things take no time at all. But all of the lifting and moving is still exhausting, which is how all of you end up sprawled across the floor of the living room. You try to cool off in the air circulating from the ceiling fan. 

“Yeah, I bet we could totally fit more than six sleeping bags in here,” Dustin muses. 

Mike shakes his head. “You’re not accounting for when they get a couch. That could be, like, two sleeping bag spaces gone.”

“Yeah, but then two people could sleep on the couch, you know? No real estate lost,” Lucas points out. The others consider this, eyes focused up on the ceiling, before nodding in agreement. 

“Are you guys paying rent now too?” Steve groans, throwing his forearm over his eyes. You roll over a little so he’s within arms length and pat his chest placatingly. 

“I’m starving, what do you guys have to eat here?” Dustin lazily pushes on your ankle, the only part of you he can reach from where he’s laying. 

You take in the boxes scattered around you and laugh loudly, “Absolutely nothing.” Steve giggles with you. 

—

You end up finding two boxes of mac and cheese and a half-eaten bag of candy, squashed in the bottom of a box labeled Kitchen in Steve’s handwriting. 

“Only the essentials, right?” You tease, shaking the bag of candy.

“That’s our saving grace right now, I don’t want to hear any backtalk about it.” Steve snaps a dish towel at you as he pulls it from a box and you laugh in delight. 

You rummage until you find a pot to cook in, and Steve digs around for bowls and silverware.

Eventually you present your findings to your little house of workers and they let out cheers not befitting of the actual meal you’re giving them.

“A feast for kings,” Dustin praises as he takes a bowl from you. You ruffle his hair in response. 

Your scattered belongings get pushed to the edges of the room to make space for everyone. You sit together, making a circle on the floor, and eat your first dinner- scavenged as it may be- in a place that belongs to you and Steve. 

You’re listening to the kids argue over something they won’t remember ten minutes from now. You soak up the sounds of having your little family all gathered here, the crinkling of candy wrappers and the quiet scrapes of forks against bowls and the ebbs and flows of their conversation. The apartment is earning the name home. 

From where you both sit cross-legged on the floor, Steve bumps his knee against yours. “First meal in our home,” he says, pushing a spoonful of mac and cheese around in his bowl. He grins like it’s a secret. Our home rattles around in your chest, then grows roots and decides to plant itself there.

You kiss his cheek chastely and clink your bowl against his. “Not too shabby for some broke kids.”

“Not too shabby at all,” he agrees. His free hand guides your chin up so he can kiss you properly, a slow drag of his mouth against yours. It’s a lazy, soft thing that promises a million more to come so long as he gets to keep kissing you for right now.

He tastes like home. 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #the final girl writes #steve harrington i want to give you the world

[myredrainbow]

~Since Hazbin Hotel is finally getting their season within a week, I wanna start off my tumblr with an Alastor fic for those who love him ( myself included). Forgive me if everything isn’t accurate towards his personality, since the season will come out soon hopefully all of us can see his personality more ! Enjoy !~

( Headcanons : Alastor x Y/n )

~ Alastor at first was just near you for the entertainment due to his boredom over the past few decades.

~ But ever since you’ve join the crew in the hotel, something inside him just.. changed..

~ You we’re a housekeeper/maid, that cleans hotel rooms for guest. You and niffty get along great, and Alastor likes you for that.

~ Once you came in his office- ( based off the pic in the season. Not sure if it’s a room or office) you were there to clean around his office, due to him being a powerful overlord. You wanted to leave as quickly as possible because you didn’t want to make Alastor mad.

~ Alastor moved himself towards his door, as he watched you clean around his office. Standing there smiling at the sight . Not in a sexual way.

~ Once you were finished, you picked up your rag and duster only to find yourself get hit on the head with the duster. “OW!” You yelled, as you rubbed your head.

~ Alastor chuckled as he walked towards you as your head started to sting. “Now my dear! Allow me!” He cheered as he touch your head, the stinging pain fading away. Making you confused..

( not sure if he can actually do that but for this fic, yes ^^ )

~ Alastor’s hand then gently rubbed the bump where the duster hit you, as the bump swelled down. Your face bloomed red, as you realized how close he his too you.

~ But you got to your senses, and did a small bow to him. “Thank you, Alastor.. I’m so clumsy” you sighed out but he just kept rubbing your head. “ Oh! No no no, my dear! It’s nothing to worry about!” He smiled as he placed his hand by his side.

~ You blushed as you moved away from him, “apologies but I still have to continue to clean the other rooms”. You grabbed your supplies as you walked towards the door but was stopped but Alastor appearing out of nowhere.

~ “Now dear, if you need anything. Just let my know, I wouldn’t hesitate to come to your rescue” he grinned, turning his head to the side. You just blinked at him.

~”what?” You question, as he gently held your hand. “As a gentleman, I don’t want anything to happen to you and your pretty face” he said, fluttering his lashes at her.

~You then fluttered your lashes yourself in confusion but then smiled softly, “Oh, um. That’s very kind of you”. Alastor smiles and moves out of the doorway, allowing you to continue your work.

~”Which reminds me my dear, do you have a favorite song I’m able to play over the radio? To help you work?” He beamed, You thought for a second and remembered. “Over the rainbow” you smiled.

~About ten minutes into your cleaning, your heard static over the radio. Then a familiar tune was playing over it…

“Somewhere over the rainbow, blue birds fly”

You sigh happily as you softly twirl around, memories of your life on earth- swirling around your head. Your smile bright as ever ..

~ As Alastor smiles at the doorway, smiling to see you happy~

Woo-hoo! That’s was my first fic on tumblr done! I’m sorry if it’s inaccurate! But I hope you like it !! And if you have an idea - feel free to request ! I’m open for it!! Btw the song is from the wizard of Oz since it’s close to Alastor’s time period!

-RedRainbow

#hazbin hotel #alastor #x y/n fluff #x reader #cute

[rubyreduji]

My Best Friend's Mother (is the One For Me) — ksy

summary: jihoon’s mom has got it going on

tags: smut (minors dni!), milf chaser!soonyoung, milf!reader warnings: reader is jihoon’s mom LOL, reader is kinda a bimbo but in an endearing way, down bad soonyoung, mommy issues soonyoung /hj, age gap obviously lol, explicit sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, minor overstimulation wc: 4.2k an: based off this text post, yes the title and summary reference two different songs

“Oh shit,” Jihoon mutters. Soonyoung looks over at his roommate in the passenger seat.

“Everything okay?” The two are on their way back to their apartment after going to the store. It’s not uncommon for Soonyoung to drive Jihoon everywhere, as the younger boy can’t drive.

“It’s my mom,” Jihoon mutters. 

“Is she okay? Do you want me to swing by her place?” Soonyoung asks.

Soonyoung’s never officially met you before and all he knows is that you’re recently divorced from Jihoon’s father and that you’re not Jihoon’s biological mother, rather his step-mother, but you raised him since he was young so even after the divorce you’re still his mother. Soonyoung also occasionally hears Jihoon’s conversations with you over the phone and how Jihoon always promises to come visit you but he’s never actually seen Jihoon follow up on it.

“I- actually, yeah, if it won’t be too much trouble.”

“No problem man, just give me the address.” 

It doesn’t take long for Soonyoung’s car to stop in front of your house. His eyes crinkle up as he smiles at the fact he gets to see Jihoon’s childhood home. The two boys clamber out of the car and walk up to the front door and Soonyoung waits for his roommate to unlock the door before stepping in.

“Mom?” Jihoon calls as he closes the door.

“Jihoon? Is that you honey?” You call from somewhere deeper in the house. Your voice is sweet and bright and Soonyoung is automatically intrigued. Before Jihoon can respond, your figure is appearing from a doorway.

Soonyoung feels his mouth go dry a bit. His eyes trail up and down your body, his eyes mapping out your form. His eyes land on your face and he blushes a bit. You have a kind smile on your face and your eyes have the smallest sparkle in them. You’re hands down the most gorgeous person Soonyoung has ever seen. Your skin is glowing and your frame is adorned with a soft sweater and jeans. Soonyoung makes a mental note about how young you look.

“Jihoon!” You cheer and your face lights up even more. You rush over to your son and wrap your arms around him tight. Jihoon stiffens up a bit but then quickly relaxes in your embrace and hugs you back. Even though you’re his mom, Soonyoung is still a bit surprised Jihoon allows the skinship.

“Hi Mom,” Jihoon mumbles. 

“You’ve come to see me!”

“Yeah, and I brought my roommate. Mom, this is Soonyoung,” Jihoon says.

“Oh! Jihoon has spoken of you before!” You flash a smile over at Soonyoung. “It’s so nice of you boys to come visit me.”

“We’re not just here to visit Mom, we need to talk about what you texted me.”

“Oh can’t we do that later? I haven’t seen you in forever!” You then turn to Soonyoung. “Jihoon is always locked up in his studio these days, never wants to come visit his poor mother,” you pout, hugging your son tighter.

“Geez Mom,” Jihoon grumbles but still continues to hug you back.

“You need to visit your mother more Jihoon,” you scold him. Your voice then goes soft. “It’s just so lonely in the house these days.”

“I know Mom, I’m sorry,” Jihoon says, sincerity lacing his voice. Soonyoung has never seen this side of him. The Jihoon he sees is cranky and easily annoyed and a bit of a hard ass. Soonyoung thinks it’s a nice change to his normal demeanor.

“Ooh have you boys eaten yet? I was just about to make dinner!” You pull away from Jihoon to start walking towards the kitchen.

Jihoon sighs and follows after you. “We really shouldn’t stay for long.”

“What do you mean? Please Jihoon, you never come see me. At least eat a meal with the woman who raised you. You don’t mind, do you Soonyoung?” You look back to glance at Soonyoung.

“Oh uh, not at all!”

“See! Now sit while I make dinner. Tell me about your lives!”

Jihoon shoots a glare over at Soonyoung but the older boy is too busy staring at you to notice. Soonyoung still can’t get over the sheer beauty you radiate, and the fact that you’re also the sweetest person Soonyoung’s ever interacted with? It can’t get better than that.

Without meaning to Soonyoung’s mind starts to wander as he thinks about you. Soonyoung thinks about how he wouldn’t mind getting to know you better. How it would be nice to be doted on by someone as caring and pleasant as you are. His thoughts also start to slip about other situations with you. How tempting you would be under him. His eyes trail across the curve of your ass as you bend down to get something and he can’t help the way his mouth waters a bit.

“Dude,” Jihoon hisses as he smacks Soonyoung’s arm. Soonyoung thinks that he was just caught staring but then he realizes that you just asked a question.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“Oh I was just asking what you do. Are you into music like Jihoon?” You smile over at Soonyoung, his spacing out not seeming to bother you.

“I’m a dancer. I help choreograph and teach dance lessons at a studio downtown,” Soonyoung tells you.

“Oh that’s fun!”

“Yeah, I really like it. My parents weren’t too happy when I told them I wanted to be a dancer, but I’m happy.”

“Oh that’s a shame about your parents sweetie, I’m sorry. I never understood parents like that. I love Jihoon’s music! I’ve always supported him and his dreams,” you say as you continue to bustle around the kitchen. “Unlike his father, who wanted him to go into business. Hmph, that man. It’s one of the reasons I divorced him.”

“He also cheated on you Mom,” Jihoon mutters.

“Ah right, that too.” You stop moving and frown a bit before shaking it off and continuing what you were doing. “It’s fine though, I’m fine.”

“Speaking of, what do you mean he was here earlier?” Jihoon asks. “What happened, are you okay? Did he do or say anything?” Soonyoung feels like this is not a conversation he should be a part of but he can’t exactly leave either. 

“Oh don’t worry about it honey, I promise it’s not a big deal.” You wave your hand in the air like you’re trying to dismiss the subject. “He just wanted to finish collecting a few things and then he started talking about lawyers and whatnot. I’m sure I’ll get it figured out. Now do you want rice or noodles?” 

“Lawyers?” Jihoon’s face contorts into a look of disbelief. “Mom, I don’t like the idea of you two being alone like that, especially if he’s going to start bringing things up like that. The divorce is already over, you guys already did the lawyer thing, don’t let him come in here and intimidate you like that.”

“You’re right, rice does sound better. Now honey, I promise you, I’m okay. Oh Soonyoung, I’m so sorry! I forgot to ask if you wanted anything to drink?” You turn your gaze over to your guest.

“O-oh, just a water please. Thank you.” Soonyoung still feels a bit awkward listening in on your private conversation with your son but he’s also a bit concerned for you and hopes that your ex-husband isn’t giving you any trouble. He knows how stressful the divorce has been on Jihoon and he can’t imagine how it’s been for you.

The conversation lulls a bit but Soonyoung can still tell his best friend’s mind is working at a hundred miles per hour. Before Jihoon can really get into it again though you’re setting a plate down in front of each of the boys. You dish out a plate for yourself before sitting down as well.

“So you said you’re a dancer Soonyoung, what else do you do outside of that?”

“I just like spending a lot of time with my friends. A majority of my time is spent dancing but I enjoy doing most things as long as I have good company,” Soonyoung answers.

“Ooh how charming!” You coo and Soonyoung tries not to blush. “And is there someone special in your life? A girlfriend? Boyfriend? Partner?”

“Mom, stop asking people that!” Jihoon scolds, the tips of his ears turning red.

“N-no ma’am. I’m not seeing anyone.”

You giggle. “What a shame, a nice handsome boy like you should have everyone falling at your feet.” You wink at Soonyoung. “Also please no need to call me ma’am, I’m not that old am I?”

You’re honestly really not that old. Soonyoung recalls Jihoon saying something about how you were still fairly young when he was born and after his father married you when Jihoon was a toddler you easily fell into the role of his mother even at such a young age. 

“Don’t be weird Mom,” Jihoon mutters. 

“And you Lee Jihoon, tell me about your life too. I need to know what my son is up to.”

Jihoon groans at the fact he just brought the heat back onto him. Despite his complaints though he starts to update you on his life and you smile the whole time. Soonyoung finds it very endearing the way you are so attentive to your son. He can tell that you’re genuinely listening to Jihoon talk, absorbing everything he tells you about his newest song.

Before Soonyoung realizes it, the afternoon has fallen into late evening. You’ve somehow been able to keep the two boys in a conversation the whole time, convincing them multiple times to stay just a bit more. Soonyoung understands why Jihoon is so soft around you, there’s no way anyone can resist your charismatic charm. 

At last Jihoon is finally able to convince you to allow the two to leave, but not without shoving a few containers of food into your son’s hands. Soonyoung is tired from the unexpected interaction of the afternoon but he also finds himself not wanting to leave your company yet.

“Bring your friends around more Jihoon! They’re always welcome here anytime, even if you’re not with them. I want them to feel comfortable here,” you tell your son. “Especially you Soonyoung.” Soonyoung pretends his heart doesn’t thump in his chest over that.

“Yes Mom, we know. We really have to go now,” Jihoon says.

“Okay, okay. Visit me soon, yeah?” You pull your son into a hug and he reciprocates it, his hard exterior melting a bit.

“I will,” Jihoon tells you. He drops a kiss on your cheek before leading his friends out of the house. “I love you.”

“I love you too Jihoonie,” you call before the door finally closes shut.

“Dude,” Soonyoung hisses the second he deems the two far enough away, “why didn’t you tell me your mom is hot?”

“Ew, don’t say things like that.”

“Sorry but it’s true! She’s so young too, I know you said young but I wasn’t expecting that young.”

“Stop being gross. You’re talking to her son you know,” Jihoon grumbles.

“Hey I’m just telling the truth, and the truth is your mom’s a milf.”

Jihoon gags a bit. “Yeah, well, see if I invite you over ever again.”

“Hey you don’t have to, your mom invited me over herself.” Soonyoung smirks to himself and Jihoon gags again.

Despite his threats made towards Soonyoung, Jihoon starts to go over to your house more often, typically dragging Soonyoung along with. Not that there’s much dragging to be doing. The more time he spends with you, he starts to find even more reasons to like you. As much as he hates to admit it he thinks he’s starting to gain a little crush on his best friend’s mom.

He can’t help it. You give a good change of pace in his everyday life and Soonyoung always likes spending time with you. He likes listening to the stories you have to tell and likes telling you his own stories back.

Jihoon also has seemed to start warming up to the idea of bringing his friends around more. It’s not uncommon for him to bring his friends over for a movie or game night or just to have a large dinner. You’re always excited to host for the large group of boys; Soonyoung has heard you tell Jihoon it fills your heart to see your house full again.

Late at night after all of the boys have left, Soonyoung and Jihoon stay back to help you clean up and discuss things going on in your life. Soonyoung likes to hear your stories about your day to day life and you like to indulge in Soonyoung’s interest. Even with Jihoon there it seems like it's just you and Soonyoung in your own little world.

There’s even been a time once or twice when Soonyoung has dropped by your house by himself to check in on you. You’d always make sure he left with lots of food to bring back to his and Jihoon’s apartment. 

The more time he spends around you, the more Soonyoung’s feelings for you grow. He feels like maybe you’re also feeling something but everytime he thinks there’s something there, he second guesses himself. 

He can’t ignore the fleeting touches and flirty winks you keep sending him though. You always like to point out how sweet of a guy Soonyoung is. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but he can’t help but get a bit excited thinking maybe you reciprocate his feelings.

Soonyoung knows it’s wrong. You’re his best friend’s mother, but when you keep wearing those cute little sundresses Soonyoung’s gauge of right and wrong goes out the window. 

Thoughts of you fly through Soonyoung’s mind as he drives towards your house. Jihoon asked him to drop by your place to make sure you had everything prepared for the next day when Jihoon would be having a barbeque with the whole group. 

Soonyoung parks in front of your house before heading into the house. The door is unlocked and he slips his shoes off before starting to pad through the house looking for you. The usual places where you reside are empty and Soonyoung makes his way towards the bedrooms.

The dancer hears soft crying noises as he gets closer to your room and when he pushes the door open a bit there you are, sitting on the bed, face puffy and red from crying. Your eyes are a bit swollen and you have a tissue clenched in your hand.

“Mrs. Lee?” 

You start and whip your gaze to the doorway. When you see it’s Soonyong you relax a bit before trying to compose yourself. “O-oh Soonyoung! I didn’t realize you had come over. I’m sorry you have to see me like this. And please call me Y/N. Also it’s Ms. L/N now dear, I’m divorced, remember.”

Of course Soonyoung remembers. How could he not? He doesn’t say this though. “Are you okay…Y/N?”

“Oh I’m fine.” You wave him off but there are still tears in your eyes.

“You can tell me about it.” Soonyoung walks closer before tentatively sitting down on the bed.

“Ah, just issues with my ex-husband,” you say. “He was truly an awful man and I know that, but sometimes it hurts to think about it all. The things he said to me, did to me. I shouldn’t bother you about this though.”

“No, I want to hear. I mean, I care about you Y/N.”

“Well, aren't you sweet?” You sniffle a bit before looking down at where your hands are clasped in your lap. “Ah just stupid things he would say. Comments about my actions and how I look. Little things.”

Soonyoung frowns at this. Before he can truly comprehend what he’s doing he reaches over to lift your chin up. “He’s wrong. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and any man who thinks otherwise is a fool. It is a privilege to even be able to set eyes on you Y/N.”

You gasp at his words. “Soonyoung…”

Soonyoung’s not sure who makes the first move. It doesn't matter really. Not when your lips are against his while his hand is cupping your jaw and the other holds your waist. Your hands slide up to bury themselves into Soonyoung’s thick hair.

Your lips clash together desperately as you grip onto each other tight, too afraid to pull away. Your body slowly sinks down onto the bed and Soonyoung follows, hovering over your form. Soonyoung brushes his tongue over the seam of your lips and you open your mouth, letting him in.

Soonyoung reaches down and runs a hand over your hip and then over your thigh, moving it to wrap around his waist. His hand continues to rub up and down your thigh as he continues to lick in your mouth, taking his time to taste you. He’s been waiting for this moment for so long and he’ll be damned before he wastes it.

When Soonyoung finally pulls away from your mouth you’re both panting a bit but that doesn’t stop Soonyoung from connecting his lips right to your neck. He sucks and kisses at your skin, looking to find your sweet spot. You gasp when he sucks particularly hard at the junction of your neck and shoulder and Soonyoung smirks against your skin. Your fingers grip at Soonyoung’s back as you hold his body to yours. 

“S-soonyoung,” you whimper out. “Please.”

“What do you need Y/N?” Soonyoung asks. His voice is husky and whispered.

“Touch me please. I need you.”

Soonyoung groans at your words, your willingness going straight to his dick. He doesn’t hesitate another second to start pulling your clothes off, his coming off along in the process as well. When you’re stripped down to just your undergarments Soonyoung stops for a moment to stare down at you laid out on the bed.

Your skin is glowing in the setting sun basking through the window. You look soft and sweet and Soonyoung can’t wait to devour you. He brushes his hands across your torso before reaching behind your back and unclasping your bra. You toss the piece off and Soonyoung is on Cloud 9 when he gets a glance at your bare breasts.

“Shit Y/N,” Soonyoung murmurs before dipping down to flick his tongue over one of your nipples. You gasp and arch your back into his touch. While his tongue laves at your chest his fingers skirt down your body and to between your legs.

When he touches you there he finds your panties are drenched as heat radiates off of you. A small whimper escapes your lips as your hips wiggle a bit under Soonyoung’s touch. Soonyoung continues to rub at you until he finally pulls your panties to the side and slips a finger inside of you.

You let out a small moan as he starts to pump his digit in and out of you. It doesn’t take him long before he’s able to add a second one, and then a third. When you seem thoroughly opened up, Soonyoung pulls his fingers out of you to prepare his cock to go inside of you.

When you both feel worked up enough you point him in the direction of where you keep your condoms. He makes haste to grab the rubber and roll it one. When everyone is fully prepped he presses a couple of kisses to your neck before he lines himself up to your entrance and slowly pushes in.

It doesn’t take Soonyoung much to bottom out in you with the prep done beforehand. You’re still tight though and Soonyoung groans to himself at the feel of your soft, warm pussy wrapped around him. He pulls back and gives an experimental thrust, causing both of you to moan.

Soonyoung starts to roll his hips into yours, picking up a steady pace that feels good for both of you. You wrap your limbs around Soonyoung’s frame, pulling the boy closer into you. The dancer buries his face into your neck, pressing kisses into it, as he ruts into you.

You whimper as Soonyoung repeatedly hits against your g-spot. Without warning you’re shuddering and clenching down on Soonyoung’s cock. His name leaves your lips in a stutter as you cum. Soonyoung doesn’t stop though, continuing to plow you as you orgasm.

Soonyoung’s dancer stamina pays off as he maintains his pace, pounding your pussy. You’re freely moaning now, not caring how loud you are. Soonyoung moves his mouth to kiss you again and you greedily kiss him back, your lips moving frantically against his. Your body is still shaking a bit from your orgasm and Soonyoung holds onto you tighter. He can feel his impending orgasm approaching the longer he’s inside of you. 

“Shit Y/N, fuck you feel so good. God I’ve been dreaming of this since I met you,” Soonyoung starts to blabber, a bad habit of his when he’s about to cum. “Even better than I expected. You’re so fucking perfect.”

“S-soonyoung~,” you dig your fingers into his back, leaving marks, “making me feel so good. I’m gonna cum again, please.”

“I got you,” Soonyoung murmurs. He reaches down between your bodies to touch your clit, rubbing circles into the bud. “You’re so beautiful.”

That’s all it takes for you to cry out and cum again. Your whole body is shaking and your body tenses up a bit as pleasure floods your senses a second time. This time Soonyoung reaches his own orgasm as well. The feeling of your fluttering walls is too much for him to handle and his hips stutter as he shoots his load into the condom.

By the time Soonyoung pulls out you’re both sweaty and panting, but feel so good. Soonyoung can tell your body is spent and a bit sore but you tell him you can’t recall a time when you’ve felt so free and blissed out before.

Soonyoung sidles up to your side and presses his nose into your neck before peppering kisses along your skin. His hands brush over your fevered skin and you giggle a bit before Soonyoung nips at a particularly sensitive area. You whimper a bit and turn to full face Soonyoung. You bring the younger man into a kiss and he pulls your bodies flush against another. 

Your bodies grind against each other, and Soonyoung groans as he feels his dick start to stir again. Your fingers flit against Soonyoung’s torso, leaving a fire in their trail. Your hands are soft and gentle and they drive Soonyoung crazy, his mind going fuzzy at the contact.

“Fuck Y/N,” Soonyoung mumbles.

“Need more Soonyoung,” you say.

“Shit, okay.” Soonyoung hesitantly pulls away from you to grab another condom. When he turns back to you, you have a bit of a surprised look on your face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you just uh, your refractory period is a lot shorter than my ex-husband’s,” you admit.

Soonyoung laughs. “Don’t worry Y/N, I’m much more adequate than your ex-husband.”

“I can tell,” you blush a bit. “Want to show me some more?”

Soonyoung doesn’t stall to roll the condom on and climb back onto the bed. He wraps his limbs around you and pulls you on top of him. He runs his hands over your body before helping you line up. You sink down onto his cock and Soonyoung throws his head back against the headboard when he bottoms out.

You start to roll your hips a bit before really picking up your pace. Soonyoung cups your hips, helping guide your movements, as his eyes focus on the way your tits bounce right in front of his face. A part of Soonyoung can’t believe how tight you are, even after going a round before.

You bounce up and down on Soonyoung’s lap, letting out small moans as you stuff yourself full of his cock. Soonyoung is mesmerized by the concentrated look on your face as you focus on riding Soonyoung to completion. 

It doesn’t take long for Soonyoung to feel his orgasm start to build. He doesn’t have time to focus on his embarrassment though because you’re burying your face into his neck and whimpering as your insides tighten around Soonyoung into a vice grip. Your thighs are shaking as you dig your fingernails into the dancer’s biceps. A moment later your body falls limp against Soonyoung and he takes over, thrusting up into you until he’s able to climax as well. He fills up the condom with his seed before gently pulling out of you and setting your body onto the bed.

You curl up into yourself, your eyes drooping with sleep. Soonyoung starts to clean everything up, wiping himself down before wiping you down as well. You thank him sleepily and Soonyoung thinks about how adorable he finds you.

You’re fast asleep when Soonyoung is able to finally crawl back into bed with you. Even when unconscious, your body finds Soonyoung’s, burying yourself into his side. Contentedness settles in Soonyoung’s bones as he smiles down at you.

On the bedside table his phone buzzes and Soonyoung reaches over to look at all of his notifications. Right at the top there’s a freshly sent text.

bff jihoonie ς(>‿<.): You have five seconds to get out of my mom’s bed before I come cut your dick off

Shit.

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Ryunosuke Tsunashi - 16 Idol Album - Part 3: Strength to protect

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[Disclaimer: I’m NOT a professional translator. I’m using my knowledge from 4 years of university. Please, feel free to let me know if you notice  mistranslation/typo/error of any kind]

Ryunosuke: The first time I held Soutaro is still vivid in my mind

Ryunosuke: He was so small, and still I was afraid I couldn’t hold his little weight as firmly as I was supposed to… I loved his tiny hand, holding my finger with all its strength

Ryunosuke: And I couldn’t help thinking… so, now I am this little guy’s big brother… I have to protect him, I have to become strong… and thinking like this gave me courage

Ryunosuke: Of course, I do remember feeling the same for Kouno and Kota as well, but Soutaro represents the first time I actually realized I'd become a big brother. That’s why the one I told you is a special memory to me

Tenn: This is very much like you, Ryuu. Becoming strong not for yourself, but to protect somebody else

Gaku: Yeah. You’re kind and warm, and at the same time you’re strong and powerful. These roots of yours are thanks to your father, right?

Ryunosuke: Yeah. Whenever something happens he laughs it off and says everything is alright, and then he secretly takes everything on his shoulders. He’s such a kind, strong, cool dad!

Tenn: I still haven't had the honor to meet him in person, but looking at you I can tell he’s a wonderful father 

Gaku: One must be a great man to raise a great son like you, Ryuu!

Ryunosuke: Ahah, thank you! It’s not about me, and still I feel happy to hear this from the two of you!

Gaku: Tell us more about your father!

Ryunosuke: Let’s see…actually, I never had the impression I looked like him much, but recently I kind of changed my mind

Tenn: What do you mean?

Ryunosuke: For example, we both cry pretty often. Soutaro did tell me I resemble him before, but now I realize it’s actually true…

Gaku: Ahah! You’re both soft-hearted, then! That’s pretty nice!

Tenn: Yes. I can’t think of an unemotional Ryuu

Ryunosuke: Y-yes, but maybe I’m a little too sentimental…

Gaku: That’s why I like you

Tenn: You’re both men who go straight to the point, mh?

Ryunosuke:...thank you…I wonder if we get more similar as I get older…

Gaku: I bet it works like that for all those who share the same blood. Even though I used to think that I would never become like my father

Tenn: And you think you do, now?

Gaku: It’s pretty weird to say it myself, but maybe the fact that once we decide on something, we both stand by our belief…?

Ryunosuke: You’re really a fighter, Gaku! And I find this side of yours amazing. You inherited it from the president, then!

Gaku: However, back then…I used to be pissed off at such a father

Tenn: You're honest with your feelings, both good and bad. They immediately show on your face, like an open book. That’s what you inherited from the president

Gaku: Well, I didn’t  think we were that similar, though!?

Ryunosuke. W-well, I don’t think there's anything wrong with becoming more and more similar to each other…it may help you understand the other better!

Gaku: Shit, it’s complicated…

Gaku: How about you, Tenn? How was Mr. Nanase as a father?

Tenn: …I don't know. I haven’t seen him for a long time so I can’t really say, but I guess he also used to stare at shows like I do now

Tenn: He was so focused on shows that he couldn’t even hear our voices if we talked to him 

Ryunosuke: I see… when you look at a live show DVD there is some kind of atmosphere suggesting we don't talk, indeed. It’s something you inherited from your father, then 

Gaku: He must have been really devoted to work

Tenn: Yes. To the point I already understood that when I was a kid

Ryunosuke: Blood ties are really strong, aren’t they? Soutaro is also becoming very reliable, just like dad…

Gaku: Have you heard from your brothers lately?

Ryunosuke: Yeah! We had a phone call just yesterday! They told me they watched the music program we appeared in!

Tenn: I’m happy to hear that. They’re bright, honest boys

Ryunosuke: Yes! From my perspective as a big brother they’re amazing men already. And still, being told by such an enthusiastic Soutaro how cool I am when I work as a member of Trigger made me feel happy

Gaku: Hey, you’re always cool

Ryunosuke: Thanks! You too, Gaku!

Ryunosuke: But praising me wasn’t the only thing he did. During the conversation I heard him telling Kouno and Kota things like “Get in the bath!” or “Clean it up!” He was really acting like a big brother

Ryunosuke: I was touched, because I understood that Soutaro is…really becoming a man

Tenn: Soutaro kun is a cheerful boy, of course, but he also gives the impression of being very serious. When he came to our dressing rooms, he greeted us very politely

Gaku: Yeah! Despite being so young, he said something like “Please, keep on taking care of my brother!” You could immediately tell he had little brothers himself

Ryunosuke: He told me he did his best because he wanted to make a good impression on both of you. But, yes…he was able to bring our little brothers to Tokyo and also greet you in the best way

Ryunosuke: …it seems only yesterday that he was just a baby…

Gaku: My grandma told me the very same thing many times lately. So, is it a thing?

Ryunosuke: It’s a little bit of an exaggeration, but yes, I mean… just recently he was calling me “nini” and following me holding my hand

Gaku: I don’t think that happened recently,  though! Right, Tenn?

Tenn: I understand what you mean, Ryuu

Ryunosuke: I was sure!

Gaku: Ah, I forgot he also has a brother complex…

Ryunosuke: Actually…I’m happy he manages to do everything even if I’m not there, but at the same time it gives me a melancholic feeling… just a bit…

Gaku: What are you saying? The fact you have such a good brother is because he followed your example

Tenn: I would like to thank him for leading us his great big brother…

Ryunosuke: Gaku…Tenn…

Gaku: You said “someone like me” a lot.  So I’ll tell you again

Gaku: As sure as hell, there were many days when TRIGGER would’ve ended if you weren’t there. You’ve always been the one who kept us together

Tenn: I know that the Ryuu we know is the way he is thanks to Soutaro kun, your other little brothers and your father

Tenn: However, I feel like we have a connection stronger than blood

Ryunosuke:.....ahah… no way… my brothers always tell me I’m a crybaby…

Gaku: There’s nothing wrong with being a crybaby

Tenn: We are glad to be touched by your tender tears

Ryunosuke: Thank you. My family always inspires me, and the two of you are included in it

Ryunosuke: I’ll always do my best to be a cool big brother to you as well. I’ll always do my best to be strong enough to reassure you, no matter what happens

Ryunosuke: I want to keep on being honest with myself. I want to step on the ground with all my strength and keep on moving forward

The end

TLnotes: Next up: Momo’s 16 Idol Album

#ryuunosuke tsunashi #ryunosuke tsunashi #trigger #16 idol album #gaku yaotome #tenn kujo

[hiraeth-witch-11]

Bond to Happen Part 4

Part 4: A Girl's Night Out

Warnings: some discussion of violence, very light suggestive material, alcohol

Word Count: 1600ish

(I know it's a bit short, but a certain key character will make their first appearance so hopefully it's worth it)

“Matt pulls dumb shit all the time, but ‘testing’ you to see how far you’d go was not fucking okay,” Karen says angrily.

“It could’ve been worse,” you shrug.

“How could it have been worse, hun?” She shouts incredulously.

“He could’ve lured me into a trap and left me to deal with it myself, he could’ve straight out attacked me, outed me to a bounty hunter, drugged me, let me get shot or stabbed-”

“Jesus, that’s where your mind goes?” She looks shocked and you nod.

“People do terrible things to my kind, I don’t blame him for being curious,” you say honestly. You were surprised it hadn’t happened sooner.

“Matt shouldn’t have done that, babe,” Karen says softly. “You deserve better, you should expect better, especially from your friends.”

You tilt your head at her in thought. You hadn’t expected her to be this upset for you, when you told her. 

Deciding to change the subject, you say, “Well, now that you’re all caught up on the Matt and Frank drama, can we leave?”

“Yeah, as soon as you get ready,” she nods.

“I am ready,” you insist, looking down at your clothes.

“You wear jeans and a t-shirt when you go out?” Karen asks in disbelief. “How do clubs even let you in?”

“I’m almost always wearing the ‘don’t look too close’ spell. They don’t notice what I’m wearing,” you say defensively.

“Sweetie, I love you, but we are dressing up before I take you out,” she insists, turning to her own closet. 

You groan. “You aren’t taking me out, you’re tagging along because of the new Buddy System rule. I don’t need to look good or even be visible, to feed, Kare.”

“But if you look ‘good’ and let people see you and focus on you, won’t that increase your energy intake?”

“Screw you for being so smart, Karebear. Where did you even learn about that?” She was right. If people focused on you, their energy would push towards you and make this shit version of feeding more efficient. You just hated dealing with the attention by yourself, sometimes people didn’t take no for an answer and you’d learned that the hard way.

“I’ve been studying soul and body energy theory,” she shrugs as she continues to dig through her closet.

“Really? Why?” You ask incredulously.

“For you, silly,” she tosses the words over her shoulder.

You swallow a knot of emotion trying to make its way up your throat. Karen had looked into something complex and confusing, put in effort without you asking, and used it to try to help you instead of using it against you.

“Here, this should work. We aren’t exactly the same size, but this is adjustable so it should balance out.” She hands you a red wrap dress. It’s a little bright for your skin tone and conservative for a club with a skirt that almost brushes your knees, a high back, and long sleeves. But that was intentional, you wanted to avoid any accidental skin contact in such a crowded place.

You shuffle to the bathroom to try on the dress. Kare was right, it didn’t fit you the same way it did her, but you were surprised that you actually felt pretty wearing it. As conservative as it was everywhere else, the neckline made up for it, plunging a couple inches below your breasts. You step out of the bathroom to a very excited Karen.

“You look hot, babe! I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you in a real dress. I’m so proud of you for branching out!” She claps.

“I wear skirts and some dresses,” you grumble, ducking your head to hide your blush.

“Yeah, yeah, but those are your casual comfy clothes. They don’t count. Seriously, where have you been hiding those,” she asks teasingly, glancing at the cleavage fully on display.

You blush fully now. “They’re gonna fall out the second I move, Kare.”

“That’s what double sided tape is for, babes. Trust me, I’ve got experience with this dress.”

You let her apply the tape to the dress and your skin. She’s careful to minimize contact, knowing that you are anxious and sensitive right now.

“It’s a good thing your boots match, we’ll have to go shopping before next time. Our shoe sizes are too different for you to wear my shoes.” She looks a little disappointed at that fact.

“I think your shoes would actually kill me if I wore them,” you laugh, looking at the tall heels lining her closet.

“Hah, you’re tougher than that,” she snorts.

You’re happy with your boots, though. They were black and sturdy, with a small chunky heel and laces you’d woven protective charms into. Over your skin toned tights, they were comfortable. You carefully did a little make up, mostly a dark shade of lipstick and mascara, before tucking yourself into the cab next to Karen. The ride to the club was too short as you grounded yourself for the evening. 

“I’m here, sweetie. If you need anything or you want to go at any point, say the word and we’ll go back to my place and do some self care with wine and those cookies Mrs. Brown brought yesterday,” she says soothingly, reaching slowly and with purpose towards your hand. You nod and she gently squeezes your hand reassuringly.

“I can do this,” you say, just as much to yourself as to Karen. “It’s okay to be seen, I’m safe.” You carefully relax your hold on your magic, letting it spread like mist and settle as it pleases, your walls are down and the energy of others hits you like a wave of dry summer heat. Intense, a little suffocating, but you’ll adjust. Taking one more deep breath, you removed the spell that kept eyes from focusing on you. “Let’s get a drink,” you say clearly.

“I’m proud of you, babe,” she whispers into your ear. You give a little smile and order something sweet and fruity, light on alcohol to keep your mind clear. You already felt invigorated, like a cup of coffee beginning to hit your bloodstream. More awake, more focused.

After a few minutes of chatting over the music and nursing your drinks, you toss your’s back and suggest with a toothy grin,”Let’s go dance.”

******

Across the room, your magic was taking note of something you would not be consciously aware of until several months later.

Billy Russo didn’t frequent these places as often as he used to. They were loud and crowded and although he maintained a youthful appearance, he was getting too old to enjoy this sort of thing as frequently. But tonight, he was glad that he decided to go out. Across the room, at the bar was a woman who’s energy was magnetic with a soft glow to it. 

She wasn’t necessarily his usual type, not that he would restrict himself to just one type of woman, or person in general. Even so, there was something about her. Maybe it was the way she grinned at her friend. Maybe it was the scuffed black boots laced with multicolored beads and charms, out of place among the stilettos and pumps of those around her. Maybe it was the way her eyes flickered blue or her hair that moved as if she had her own personal breeze around her. Maybe it was the way the sea of people dancing parted for her as she dragged her friend into the mix. Maybe it was all of those things and the fact that he could smell her and only her. Lavender. Something earthy, like the beginning of a desert rain storm. And the sweetness of her drink on her breath. All of those things, wrapped in a tight red dress that had now disappeared into the crowd.

Billy didn’t know what the woman was, but she wasn’t human, that was certain. He sipped his drink and closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the energies of the people around him. Billy was surprised to find the gentle fog of blue magic wrapping around him as if it was trying to draw out his own, something he kept under a tight control. The only energy others would see was what he carefully crafted for them. The soft blue energy seemed to be testing the boundaries of his own, brushing up against him in search of the real thing. Choosing to ignore it was the wise decision. Pulling away would only suggest he had something to hide, a fact he’d learned years ago. So he let the curious energy drift around him before it settled comfortably in a loose circle around his spot on the semi-circular booth. 

*******

Unaware of your magic’s bold and autonomous behavior, you dance with Karen. Sometimes goofily, other times practically grinding on each other as you feed off the room. You feel different, safe in a way you didn’t usually when feeding. You attribute it to Karen’s presence and thank her for accompanying you as you collapse on her couch when the night is over.

“I’m glad we did that, I’m exhausted, but it was super fun. It’s been a while since i had a proper girls’ night,” Karen agrees, flopping down next to you as she kicks her heels off. “How do you feel?”

“Better, like I had a cup of coffee and took a nap. I don’t feel as exposed right now.”

She hums in acknowledgement. “Good, we’ll do this again before the end of the month.”

“Sounds good,” you say, not bothering to argue that you usually wait longer in between outings. It was nice to have people who cared about you.

******

Billy Russo had watched as you left the club, making a careful mental note of your appearance, scent, and the feel of your power. Instinct told him that you might be something special. Something he should find and hold onto. Hopefully something he could use to deal with Rawlins.

Series List

#the punisher #billy russo x reader #matt murdock #magic #karen page #frank castle #witch!reader #daredevil

[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Too Late To Go Back

Alternate Ending

Danny x Reader (f)

Warnings: allusion to alcohol consumption

Find All Parts Here

After that night, Danny tried to keep up appearances and be content with just being friends. But he couldn’t. One day, all communication stopped. Texts and calls never being answered. Months went by like that. You were devastated. Losing him and the friendship you’d built hurt so badly. 

Then, on a bright sunny day, you decided to try reaching out one last time.

You: Hey, just wanted to let you know I’ve been thinking about you. Hope things are going well for you.

Danny: Been thinking about you too. Are you free tonight?

You: I am actually! Why? What’s up?

Danny: I’m having a party, you should come by. Everyone should be here around 7.

You: Nice! Sure, I’ll stop by for a bit. It would be nice to see everyone!

That evening, you drove over to the address Danny sent. When you parked your car, you noticed the usual vehicles but there was one that you didn’t recognize. Thinking it might be one of his brother’s friends, you didn’t think anymore of it. Walking up to the front door, you knock. The door opens and it’s a girl you’ve never seen before.

“Hi! Are you one of Dan’s friends?” She asks.

Taken aback, you stutter, “I– I– Uh– Yeah, he invited me kind of last minute.”

“Gotcha! Well come on in! Make yourself at home! I’m Janey!” She says, opening the door wider to let you in.

You introduce yourself and compliment her dress. She smiles and thanks you before telling you where she’d found it. The two of you continue chatting as you make your way through the house and to the backyard. When you step outside, Danny spots you immediately and gets up from his chair and walks over to you.

“Hey! You made it!” He says, giving you a quick hug.

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss one of your parties. So this is the new place huh?” You ask.

“Yeah! Yeah, it’s great. That couch you helped me find goes great by the way!” He says.

“Nice! I’m glad.” You say with a smile.

“Wait, you're the one that helped Dan furnish this place? You have impeccable taste.” Janey says as she slips her arm around Danny’s waist.

“Yep, that was me! Thank you, thank you.” You say with a grin.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce the two of you. This is my girlfriend Janey.” Danny say, putting his arm around her.

“We already introduced ourselves Dan.” She laughs.

“Right. Of course you would have.” He laughs.

The rest of the night is spent laughing and enjoying time with your friends.

You and Janey quickly grew close and your friendship with Danny was better than ever. The three of you spent most days together. You were even coined the three musketeers. They were your favorite people and your best friends.

As the years passed, that’s how it remained. Then in the middle of the night, Danny calls you. He and Janey have broken up and he is distraught. You immediately jump up and go to him. You spend the rest of the night consoling him. The next morning, you get a text from Janey telling you what you already knew. You text her back and ask if there’s anything you can do for her, she says no. She decided to that she would move back home for a while. Telling her that you’re always there for her, the conversation ends.

Danny leans on you for weeks after. But gradually, he starts to heal. The two of you spend all your time together. Then one night when you had a little too much to drink, something changes.

You and Danny are lying in the floor of his livingroom giggling about absolutely nothing. 

Sighing, Danny rolls over onto his side and looks at you. Tucking your hair behind your ear, he says, "You know when you came to my party that day I thought you'd be so jealous of J. I thought you'd get jealous and beg me to come back to you."

"Ew Danny. That's gross!" You laugh. "Why would you use her like that?"

"Well, I did like her, but I loved you. I was stupid back them and obviously immature." He laughs rolling onto his back.

"Obviously." You say.

"Do you ever think about what could have been?" Danny asks, putting his arms behind his head.

"Not for a long time. But I used to occasionally." You reply.

"Do you think if I hadn't messed up so bad, that we'd be married by now? Maybe a kid or two?"

Furrowing you brow you sit up and look at him. "Honestly, I think so. Why are you asking me this?"

"Sometimes I think about it. Wish things hadn't gone the way they did." He says sleepily.

"You wish that?" You ask shocked.

"More than you would think."

"Danny–" You start, but abruptly stop hearing little snores come from him.

You lay back down next to him and spend the rest of the night thinking. Thinking about what could have been. Thinking about the man Danny had grown to be. About how you'd thought about what could have been more often than you'd said. About how deep down, you'd regretted not giving him a second chance.

You spent the next few days mulling over the conversation but not saying a word to Danny. But, the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to give it one more try. You wanted to see if it was too late for second chances. So, you decided to tell him and see.

When you decided to confess, he had flown home for a few weeks for his mom’s birthday. So, you had to wait until he got back. The day he was flying home, he asked if you could pick him up from the airport and that he had a surprise for you. You told him that you’d of course pick him up and couldn’t wait to see the surprise.

Arriving at the airport, you waited at the terminal. Wringing your hands, you anxiously waited to see that mop of dark curly hair. Then you saw him. You smiled and waved to get his attention. When he spotted you, he breaks out into a huge smile and makes his way to you.

“Hey!” He says hugging you tightly. “I’ve missed you so much!”

“I missed you too!” You say looking up at him.

“So, you’ll never guess what the surprise is.” He says.

“Oh really? I’m a pretty good guesser.” You say with a laugh.

Then suddenly, you feel someone tap on your shoulder. Turning, your heart drops to your stomach. It’s Janey.

“Hey Honey!” She says with a huge grin and opening her arms for a hug.

“Hey J!” You say in complete shock and giving her a hug.

“Surprised?” Danny asks.

“Yes! How have you been?” You ask her.

“Great. Better than great.” She says walking over to Danny and wrapping her arms around him. 

He leans down and kisses her and your heart breaks. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you say, “So tell me! When did this happen?” You ask motioning between them.

“Well, I ran into her the day I got home and then we just reconnected and worked through some stuff and yeah. Here we are.” He says gazing lovingly down at her. “But that’s not all.” 

He nods his head at her and she lifts her left hand. A beautiful ring is on that finger. You feel ill. You stand and stare in disbelief.

Shaking your head, you open your arms and hug the two of them. “Oh my god! Congratulations! I’m so happy for you!” You say through tears.

“Awe, don’t cry!” Janey says rubbing your back.

“I’m just so happy for you guys.” You lie, wiping the tears.

The three of you leave the airport and you take them home. They invite you to stay for dinner like old times, but you decline saying they should enjoy some time to themselves. After saying your goodbyes, you get in your car and drive away.

You make it about ten minutes away before bursting into tears. You wanted to feel happy for them. You loved them both dearly. But, all you could feel was your heartbreak.

You were too late.

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[eternalwritess]

hi!! can i please get a hazbin hotel matchup? i’m bisexual (male pref) & use she/her pronouns!

for my personality, id say im pretty bubbly and excitable. i’m an isfj & cancer, & i try to look on the bright side and try to listen to/help when they’re sad. im very affectionate with the people im close to, and i tend to cling onto my friends arms and hug them a lot. i love anything soft or cute, especially animals!! im kinda scared of bugs though, but i still always try to take them outside. i get distracted pretty easily, and have a hard time dealing with change. i tend to be a bit bossy and unreasonable when it comes to something i’m interested in. i also really like going for walks, shopping, yoga, baking (even though i’m dreadfully awful at it), and reading. i like complimenting strangers, and i try to see the best in everything & everyone! though i can’t really tolerate it if somebody is overly cruel or rude to the people i care about. i have a very “do no harm, take no shit” mentality :)

for my appearance, im 5’1 & have fairly long light brown hair. my eyes are hazel, im fairly pale with a few freckles sitting across my face, & my cheeks are perpetually rosy andjfjjek. my style is usually pretty soft & girly, & i really like dressing up even if i’m not going anywhere. i also really like to do makeup, both on myself and others. also since i’m on the shorter side, i like to wear platform shoes since being tall makes me feel cool!

thank you!! <3

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓔𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂!

sorry for it not being male but this was the strongest thing that came to mind

You and Emily most likely met at the zoo both looking at the animals and she probably invited you to go check out some other areas with her and later go out to eat

She loves it when you're affectionate and will always be so back to you. She'll cuddle you on the couch, nuzzle, and will give you small kisses here and there

When she learned that you were afraid of bugs yet still tried to save them she fell even more head over heels for you and wouldn't stop talking about how brave and kind you are

"But genuinely! How many people would do that?!!!" :D

Sometimes you might have to ground her as she goes all over the place when she's excited and you remind her of things like meetings and such

You also tell her when you guys have something to do today and she loves you for it

"Oh my gosh! I totally forgot! Thank you!!"

She doesn't mind you being a bit unreasonable every now and then as she sees it as you just having flaws, flaws that make you human and she still adores you all the same for having them

You and her would go on walks all the time in heaven and compliment people. Sometimes even have little challenges to see who can compliment more in a singular walk. It typically ends in a tie or is somewhat one sided on your end as Emily would get distracted

Whenever you both see an animal you instantly ask to pet it and probably do that for a few minutes :)

She would also take you shopping showing you all of the best places in heaven with no hesitation!

"Oh and I love this store!"

You would both also go to a yoga class that she showed you every so often

If there does happen to be a douche bag in heaven *cough* Adam *cough* you're there to stick up for her and tell him down

You've actually had to do so after the meeting when she felt hopeless and you went up to Adam and started talking shit to him

Emily had to pull you back but thanked you briefly afterwards

Overall you both even each other out perfectly :)

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[wptfif]

What Is WPTFIF?

Hey @count-cr4ckula here. You can call me Boopus/Beep/The WPTFIF Guy/Count Crackula/Ghouly Rooly/Jules, whatever as long as I’m cool with it. This pinned post will be a big base resource on my WIP story We Put The Fun In Funeral (Acronym: WPTFIF). If you have any more specific questions about WPTFIF, feel free to comment below or ask me about it on Discord if you find me.

What Is WPTFIF?

WPTFIF was initially a fighting game concept I had in my head about a goth kid and a demon that have a big trip around the country to recapture ghosts back inside an enchanted book. The concept is relatively the same except with a few changes and that I don’t have a particular medium in mind to convey the story at the moment other than hand drawn work (Maybe animation if I gather the motivation). The current story of WPTFIF follows a Nameless punk (They/Them) who grew up without parents that steals an accursed book called Codex Kakos, containing 22 powerful monsters from a traveling performer demon named Edgar (He/Him). Edgar leaves his troupe and his brother Oswine to retrieve Codex Kakos before anything goes wrong… it does go very wrong as the 22 monsters are released across the country of Canada, The Nameless Kid and Edgar have about a month to recapture the 22 monsters into the book or else a terrible cataclysm will occur in the next full moon. The story is subject to have plenty of changes and new additions I will add to his blog as we move along.

What Will This Blog Serve?

This blog will host discussion, art, concept work, story elements, and plenty of development shenanigans for WPTFIF. Once again the determined medium for the story isn’t clear yet, is it a comic? Cartoon? Game? I don’t know, I just wanna iron out the fun bits (the story and stuff) before I do anything big with it.

Any Sensitive Content?

I think even when my work isn’t taking a serious direction, I would probably add sensitivity warning anyway because my work is big on gross visuals or grim subject matter every now and then because I’m a massive horror fan. This series will likely contain stuff like bright colors and gooey visuals, creepy clowns, death, spiders, and other ghoulish stuff. More sensitive stuff included may be included. I will list them as they appear in my creative process in a sort of does the dog die website kinda manner in one big post.

Characters?

There’s going to be a lot of characters in this project. The two main characters are Acronym Kid/Nameless Kid/Punk/Gender Ambiguous Child/The One Not To Be Named and Edgar. There will be a few reoccurring side characters like Edgar’s brother Oswine, a few human characters, and even some of the more notable or the 22 monsters.

Another note to add to this section is that just like with my other work, majority of the characters are LGBTQ+. I am queer myself and I like writing other queer characters so if you dig that and you like the characters for it, I’m happy for you. If you’re here to be a dick about it, this blog isn’t for you.

How Can I Acceptably Interact With this Work?

There are a few ways you can contribute to this project if you’re interested in it. Asks are always fun, you can ask me questions about it on the Ask Tab or ask characters questions and I can give you little drawn responses if I have the time. I am super flattered whenever I see fan art or fan works of any kind and I’ll surely reblog it here if I can. My only major limit to fan content is that I will not reblog or engage in any NSFW/Inappropriate/Fetish stuff. I’m a minor that’s actually fucking weird if you think content of my characters is okay like that. I’m fine with somewhat suggestive work or shipping content if that’s your cup of tea.

Thank You For Reading This Post!

Future updates with new characters, illustrations, and story stuff are to come in the near future! Stay Tuned.

#Oh boy another Boopus Project thing #Oc #art #funny #EVIL #Ghosts #Devils #demons #book #purple #Green #Digital art #oc blog #lgbtq+

[aeoki]

Phantom Airship - Epilogue 1

Location: Phantom Airship Characters: Sora, Natsume, Tsumugi, Hiiro, Aira, Mayoi & Tatsumi

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< The “Phantom Airship”. After clearing the “Last Island”. >

Hiiro: Hehe. We’ve finally collected all of the “treasures”!

All that’s left is to take this “treasure” back and the “Phantom Airship” is completed.

Tatsumi: Thinking back, it felt like quite a long time or perhaps a short time… It was filled with many new surprises.

Aira: Yeah. It was so much fun ♪

Well, I showed a lot of embarrassing sides to myself, though. Maybe I should ask the editing team to cut them out of the actual episode.

Mayoi: I also spoke of an audition that hasn’t been made public, so I hope they’ll understand and leave that bit out.

I fully embarrassed myself on “Monster Island”, to the point I don’t think I can watch it afterwards, but so I’m sure they won’t keep those parts in…

In any case, the condition to clear the game is to show the fruits of our journey to the fairies who guided us along the way, right?

We ran into a few obstacles, but I’m feeling a bit sad to see that we’ll be leaving this place.

But we can’t always stay in the game world. Many troubles surely came our way but we must return to reality.

Tatsumi: Yes. Shame and regret are two emotions we cannot avoid as long as we’re alive. Let us convert that sin into kindness and give love to others – I’m sure that’s a good way to live our lives.

Aira: Ehehe. You sound like a clergyman in this world too, Tattsun-senpai.

Alrighty, then I guess I’ll think of my experiences here in a positive light as well. “Facilitators”, can you come out?

Natsume: “Well doNE, travellers from another worLD.”

“Did you collect all seven ‘treasures’ as per our requeST?”

Sora: “Please show them to us!”

Hiiro: Indeed. They’re all here. Will this do?

Sora: “Yes, thank you so much! We can restore our magical powers with them now~♪”

Tsumugi: “That’s right. Thanks to you all, we can undo the seal on our magical powers.”

“Now, the world is in our grasp, Sora-kun, Natsume-kun ♪”

Tatsumi: Hmm…? What do you mean? Can you tell us in detail?

Tsumugi: “Ahaha. It’s exactly as the words mean.”

“We’re grateful to you all, really. We were turned into tiny fairies, but thanks to your help, we can retrieve our magical abilities with the power of the ‘treasure’.”

Sora: “HaHa~♪ You didn’t expect us to be the final boss, right?”

“We’re actually evil ‘magicians’ who are trying to take over this virtual world!”

Aira: E-Evil “magicians”...!? Wait, so you’re actually the bad guys!?

Natsume: “What’s good or bad all depends on how you see thinGS. We’re from the darkness so we’re different from you who hail from the ligHT.”

“If you still want to stop uS, then use your full strength to do sO.”

Ɨ’łł ȺnnɨħɨłȺŧɇ ɏøᵾ Ⱥłł – nøŧ ɇvɇn Ⱥ sɨnǥłɇ søᵾł wɨłł ƀɇ łɇfŧ sŧȺnđɨnǥ ♪

Hiiro: ……! What can we do to stop them?

Aira: Look, Hiro-kun! The “treasures” are shining!

Hiiro: You’re right. The microphone we got from the “Last Island” is emitting a bright light…

Tatsumi: The stone slate we got from “Giant Island” is also shining with them. I wonder if it’s telling us to defeat the “magicians” with the song Leo-san made.

Mayoi: Hmm. It sounds rather preposterous and unbelievable…

The final boss suddenly appearing is a classic RPG event, so my sentimentality has gone straight out the window…!

Tatsumi: Hehe. But we’ve overcome so many challenges. Surely it must mean we’ve also obtained enough power to save the world – enough to bring this story to an end.

Let us sing the song we obtained from Leo-san’s trial and let our voices ring.

Now, join me, everyone.

“♪~♪~♪”

Hiiro: Hehe. Enough power to save the world, huh. I think it’s too much power for us, but maybe we’ve grown big enough to change this small virtual world.

Just like how I was captivated by “Trickstar” during their “SS” performance, perhaps even I have the ability to change someone’s feelings when they see our performance.

If that’s the case, then I’ll use the new footwork I learnt at “Miniature Island” to dance gracefully.

“♪ ♪ ♪”

Aira: Me too – I won’t give in to my anxiety! I’ve come all this way so I’ll definitely complete the “Phantom Airship”...!

If the four of us in “ALKALOID” are together, then I’m sure we can save the world! I’ll sing with those feelings in mind ♪

Mayo-san, there’s no time to be dallying here. We’ve gotta show them how much we’ve grown too!

Aira: We’ve gotta prove it to them as a member of the up-and-coming newbie unit “ALKALOID” who made it all the way to the “SS” main battle ♪

Let’s save the world! With the power of love!

I loveee ☆

“♪~♪~♪”

Mayoi: Up-and-coming unit… you’re right, Aira-san ♪

I also shouldn’t remain so humble.

Hearing your wonderful and adoring voices has made me realise that we still have a long way to go, even though we’ve levelled up after experiencing “SS”.

Take a step forward and you can change the world – that’s how it made us feel.

Mayoi: Everyone, please watch us.

As long as we have the determination to face our difficulties, we “ALKALOID” can sing and dance the most brilliantly out of anyone in the whole world…♪

“♪~♪~♪”

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#phantom airship

[ask-narratordoe]

7-A: Howdy, Doe and co! Weird question about portals, if you don't mind? It's clear you've managed to make a connection to a version of Equestria, but not specifically ours. We know how to create a very short-lasting portal about anywhere, but how would you recommend we plan a visit?

Novi sent by @ask-the-prototypes and @ask-summer-epos

Woah, okay, lots of questions about the portal. This is a lot of information, so let’s break it down.

Where are the portals?

The portal on Lumerde’s side is underneath the capitol’s castle, where Queen Hestia and her father, former King Solaris, live. The portal is contained in a room that sets a cap on all forms of magic. The most you can do is pick up items with your hooves, but most anything else is disabled. If an alicorn were to enter this room, since their bodies partially rely on veriam, they would feel weakened. This also applies to shapeshifting, cloaking, or appearance changing magic: if it’s an active spell, like a changeling spell or an invisibility spell, it will be dropped upon entry. An Equestrian changeling actually tried to pass through while masking as a different pony once, but the illusion dropped and they were sent home.

What is the portal itself like?

The portal itself is very swirly and bright! (But not so bright that you can't look at it.) It’s covered in engravings and symbols. I’m sure you recognize the little musunovi on the missile sections. The top of the portal had a gem embedded in it called an “amulite.” The amulite keeps the portal stable, and it’s the only magic that works at 100% power in the room. It's the only amulite LHK has, but we used to have more... When you walk through, it doesn’t feel like you’ve walked through anything, aside from the change in temperature. Sometimes the portal does leave residue, but it’s nothing more than a couple of specks you can easily brush off.

The Portal Realm

Beyond the portal room is the portal realm. It looks kind of like a grand hallway; a realm between realms. (Sadly I don't have a picture!) This is where the musunovi come from, so it’s typical to see a few playing together. The novi are still colorful, but their colors shift as they see fit. I don’t like staying in this realm too long; you never know who-or what-you’ll see, so it’s best to move on quickly. There are multiple Equestrias, I think. The one I most often visit is directly to the right of Lumerde’s portal, but luckily there’s a directory in the middle of the room. Equestria TM8LR has three doors: A secluded spot just outside of Ponyville, underneath the castle in Canterlot, and a small home in the Crystal Empire. From those points, it’s easy to travel from place to place, and I usually pick Ponyville for my trips. There used to be only one Equestria, with only one exit under the castle, but plenty have opened up recently.

Planning a Visit

If you want to visit, you’re absolutely welcome to! In terms of making your own portal, any portal you make will simply generate a door to the portal realm. Just put it wherever is most convenient! I don’t know the exact details about how to locate the portal realm… but I’m sure you’ve got that part figured out. When you enter Lumerde, there’s information on the legal stuff, like currency conversion, IDs, and other things. To the left is the tourist station, with a briefing on Lumerde, our culture, and a list of major attractions alongside a map to other tourist stand locations. There’s one tourist stand minimum in each major city, with more specific information on the local events, sights, and attractions. Then right through the middle is more security, for bag and ID checks. I recommend taking a day trip, or even staying for a week if you want to see absolutely everything in the capitol.

Security

In terms of security, it’s pretty tight, since the portal does expose us to so many other worlds. Of course, bags are checked, and you do need an identity certificate. If you’re from other realms, usually a piece of mail from your local governing body or any official service, such as banks or doctor’s offices, is good enough for a single visit’s clearance. But if you want to make frequent visits, it’s best to register for a visitor’s ID, which does require some form of birth certificate. Resident’s IDs and visitor’s IDs look a little different, but have much of the same info. If you’re under 14 years old, you need a parent or guardian to help with getting an ID. The guards are actually quite friendly to anyone who approaches them to ask questions. The portal room has 8 guards stationed: two at each door, and four by the portal itself. They leave quite a bit of space for ponies to walk through, but it can still be kind of intimidating. I believe they’re armed, but there haven’t been any incidents that require intervention. I would still recommend tying up your hair for a visit. I wouldn’t want it getting stuck in the portal!

#the portal realm #doe amberwood #ask narrator doe #story bits #answered #mlp #mlp ask oc #mlp ask blog #asteros au #unicorn #pony ask blog #pony #mlp g4 #ask-narratordoe #ask-the-prototypes #ask-summer-epos

[repurpose-yourself]

Top To Bottom

"Oh no..." Max said, startled by the garage door opening, "He's home early."

Andy looked at his cell phone, "Fuck! Hours early. I got to hide."

To both their benefit, neither had undressed at the moment, making it easier to avoid Max's husband. But the problem still remained, Andy needed to disappear fast. Escaping through the bedroom window wasn't much of an option and with how the room was situated, Max's husband may come through the door and witness Andy's attempt to leave.

Max looked at the top, whom he had laid down for many times before, "I have an idea. It's temporary but it should work quickly."

"Whatever it takes, man," Andy remarked, "Just make it happen."

Max rushed over to the nightstand on his side of the bed, pulling out what looked like a toy gun, "I have been playing with this for a few weeks. I guess now is the best time to try it on a human. I’ll change you back when the coast is clear."

Before Andy could reply, bright light engulfed his body as the interior garage door opened and in walked Max's husband.

Max darted to the bedroom door, meeting his husband, "Well, look who is home early."

Felipe smiled at Max, "Hope I didn't interrupt any fun with another guy."

That comment struck fear in Andy, "Of... of course not!"

Felipe walked up to Max and hugged the man, "I kid. I took the rest of the day off to spend it with you. I know I have been working a lot lately and I figured we could go out to dinner, maybe see a movie."

Max smiled, "That sounds nice, actually."

"Good. Let me switch into clean clothes," Felipe said, kicking off his construction boots.

He slipped past Max and walked into the bedroom, shedding his uniform across the floor. As Felipe stepped towards the bathroom and closet, he noticed something on the floor.

“Is this a present for me?” Felipe asked, kneeling down to the carpet and inspecting what appeared to be new slides, “They must be. They’re size 13. Too big for you.”

Max looked confused. He strolled into the bedroom to see Felipe holding two nondescript black slides. Felipe’s rough fingers pressed into the heel of one, testing the cushion. The man looked up at Max and smiled.

“Thanks honey. These feel great. I’m going to break them in tonight, if you’re okay with that?” Felipe said, dropping them to the floor.

“Ummmm... yeah... of course,” Max said, looking at the former human that was Andy, “I... I would be offended if you don’t.”

Panic consumed the living slides with Max’s words, “These are going to feel so great on my feet after wearing those boots for 10 hours.”

While Felipe walked into the closet to get dressed, Max knelt down over the slides and shrugged, “Kind of don’t have a choice now, do we?”

‘You fucker!’ the slides screamed internally, ‘Change me back!’

“You do make a nice pair of slides and I’m sure you’ll be comfortable for Felipe’s big feet. Though, I am not sure why you changed into slides. Guess I need a little more training with that transformation gun,” Max remarked, “It’s probably better this way anyway. Hate to say it but this fling was getting a bit stale. And it keeps you from talking.”

‘I will fucking kill you!’ Andy cried out, the former human’s anger masking the sheer confusion of being turned into objects.

“Are you ready?” Felipe asked, returning in shorts and a shirt.

“You bet, handsome,” Max said, giving Felipe a kiss.

Felipe stomped up to the slides. His right foot lifted into the air, showing the construction worker’s hardened soles. The living footwear cringed, its anger turning into terror as Felipe’s plump toes crashed against the heel. The giant man jammed his foot in, bringing with it a masculine odor created from being locked inside Felipe’s boot. The living slides gagged, unable to rid itself of the smell. But then the massive foot pressed down, painfully compressing the slide between Felipe and the floor.

‘Fuck!’ the living footwear screamed internally as Felipe balanced to do the same with his left foot.

With Felipe standing tall and proud over the slides, his toes dug into the cushion, “These... these are amazing. Where did you get them? I don’t see a brand.”

Max smirked, “They’re made from a friend... I mean made by a friend.”

Felipe nodded as he swayed left to right, “That’s cool. Probably one of those 3D printers.”

“Ah, yeah,” Max replied, “Let’s go, stud.”

“Sounds good to me,” Felipe said, leading Max into the garage.

The two married men were on their way to a pleasant evening while the former top learned a difficult lesson. For the slides didn’t have the perceived control between Max and itself. Lowest of the low, the truest of bottoms, the living slides had nothing but a painful, degrading and pathetic existence to look forward to under Felipe’s soles...

#inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #inanimate object #nonconsensual tf #unaware tf #slide tf

[kimsgoeun]

muses i wouldn’t mind using with some plot ideas. but always up for something different with any of them.  

some have tags and some don’t 🤷‍♀️some plots work better with some changes that can be discussed. gender roles do not matter plot wise (i just copy/pasted stuff)

camilla donnelly | appears 35 | demon | fc: amanda seyfried | tag

info: cynical. apathetic. prone to violence. manipulative. finds humanity a drab for the most part. but also used to be human, but can’t remember it. 

plot ideas: ▶   demon x human plot ▶   demon x angel plot ▶   You are a student with the least amount of magic potential ever recorded at the Academy and it’s the day of the familiar summoning test. A misplaced rune or word results in an arch demon/ess becoming bound as your familiar. ▶   Instead of having a guardian angel, you have a guardian Demon. His methods are often much more violent. But much more straightforward.

carmen stratten | 29 | unemployed (former event planner) | fc: kylie bunbury | tag

info: got married too young to someone she didn’t really love. pretty much let her mother run her life. only tried to live how she wanted to recently (burned lots of bridges and got divorced). was rather rebellious in her teen years. is kind of lost now that she’s starting over.

plot ideas: ▶   *whispers* a f/f thread where they’re two best friends, coworkers, whatever. who are both single and decide to spend valentine’s day together watching movies, eating snacks and drinking wine as gal pals but at some point of the night they’re singing to their favorite song because FUCK YEAH they sooo don’t need a man and slow dancing and there’s too much wine in their system and it’s all too unintentionally romantic that they start kissing and oh…..   ▶   we broke up right before a giant road trip our friends planned and we don’t want to bail on everyone and ruin the trip so yay, looks like we get to spend a five hour drive and a weekend in a cottage together. ▶   we’ve lived in this tiny ass town where everyone knows everyone because no one leaves and when we were young we would sit up at night on your roof and i’d listen to you talk about how you were actually going to do it one day and you did but you never knew i’ve had a crush on you ever since back then so when you send me postcards from all these different cities with bright lights it makes my heart hurt and here we are several years later and i’m finally starting to move on but oh wait you’re back and my heart’s beating like crazy well fuck au

cora hong | 29 | supernatural podcast host | fc: kim go eun | tag

info: curious. adventurous. can talk for hours about supernaturals. can have a one-tracked mind. slightly reckless. wants to prove supernaturals are real.

plot ideas: ▶   but a cute supernatural-y sort of plot where one muse is a regular person who is trying desperately to prove that the supernatural exist - phone recording everything, going out late at night into their small town’s too-big forest, pulling all-nighters for research, maybe going so far as dabbling in blood rituals - and the other muse is some supernatural creature trying desperately to keep them safe. they’ve known each other for a short while - a ran into b in that forest after they fed, perhaps ? - and a has clung to them since. and the more a whacks the hornet’s nest with their big stick ( so to speak ), catching the attention and aggravation of much more powerful beings, b is now caught up in feelings ( romantic or platonic, either way ! ) for this hyperfixating, overexcited, terribly emotional human who is so driven to prove there’s more out there that they’re willing to risk never seeing it all to show it. ▶   i’m a werewolf, whom you find wounded on the side of the road (as a wolf) and take in/nurse back to health – i can’t shift back into human form because it’ll freak you the fuck out. you share your secrets and hopes and dreams with me, and i fall in love with you, so, when you’re away from home, i shift back into a man and try to get you to fall in love with me too. ▶   muse a needs a change of scenery after a traumatic event has them running from their home town. they find a town in the mountains, secluded and intimate, where nobody knows their name. they move into the only available house in town, an ancient victorian style home that seems to be covered in dust… except for the master bedroom. muse a spends the first week cleaning up the entire house from top to bottom, and finds themselves taking a bubble bath sunday night…. only to find muse b, a supernatural being, looming over them, demanding to know why they were in their home. ▶   muse a is a typical student working at a dead end minimum wage job, on their way home from work when they realize they’re being followed. they try to outrun the thugs, but are quickly cornered by them in an alleyway deep in the dark side of town. things seem bleak, but not for long when muse b steps into the alleyway and makes quick work of her enemies… by eating them. muse b is a ghoul. muse a is able to make eye contact with their bloodied face once before passing out cold, surprising muse b. well, they were just going to eat them all, but with muse a’s stunning looks and soft behavior, they found themselves taking muse a back to their home, to figure out just what to do with this human.

daria yang | 25 | pawn shop employee | fc: jessie mei li | tag

info: charismatic when they want to be. otherwise kind of an asshole. independent. doesn’t mind taking short cuts to get what they need/want. doesn’t have any real ambitions in their life. 

plot ideas: ▶   pls give me “we’re exes who ended on kind of shitty terms but are trying to ‘stay friends’ anyway, and we occasionally sabotage each other’s dates, get drunk and fuck, scream and fight until four in the morning and still refuse to acknowledge maybe we’re not quite as over each other as we like to think we are.” ▶   so I need a ‘you’re a person of high wealth/status and I legally married you at a courthouse the night before your wedding because you found out your fiancé is trying to dupe you and your family out of money/ruin your reputation as a revenge plot because of an old family rivalry and they’re not legally entitled to your assets if you’re already legally married to someone else and you agreed to pay me a high sum of money for this and I have a lot of debt so I didn’t pass up the deal but then your ex hits back at you in the media and we have to keep up the charade of being married and you agree to keep paying me money for it but oops I think I might be enjoying more than just the money and oops you’re starting to grow fond of me and this wasn’t part of the deal shit fuck’ plot please and thank you

declan finch | 38 | actor | fc: adam brody

info: a little too self-centered. a flirt. can be a jerk. doesn’t have the best reputation. doesn’t really let people see the real him. 

plot ideas: ▶   i just want a i have a famous boyfriend but i cannot tell anyone plot cause cute like going out at night and dressing him up so that people won’t recognize him, secret meetings at the closet and FUCKING inside the bus   ▶   “You’re the sibling of a celebrity and hate your sibling’s celebrity bestie because their cocky and annoying, but oops the bestie falls for you and now is trying to win your attention/affection by sending you gifts and talking about you in interviews and maybe you don’t totally hate the attention after all.” ▶   a plot where a male celebrity has gotten a really bad reputation for sleeping around with his costars and just being an awful boyfriend in general and his management decides to set him up with an up and coming star to not only help her career but his as well, and while the entire world is loving their new relationship and they have quickly become everyone’s favorite celebrity couple, the pair cannot stand each other

eden lohr | 28 | princess | fc: willa fitzgerald | tag

info: can either be super sweet or a bitch. super studious. isn’t afraid to speak her mind. goes for what she wants. seems super nice tho based on appearances. uses her attractiveness to her advantage. can get jealous. isn’t the most open about her personal life.

plot ideas: ▶   "we met in the woods while riding early in the morning and had an intense fuck session but opps turns out you are actually my brother's betrothed since birth and your marriage will end up a centuries long dispute between our kingdoms" ▶   muse a is a knight—it’s all they have ever wanted to be. muse b is a prince/princess, and muse a is assigned to personally protect them. this could go one of two ways—they could be fond of each other and eventually fall for one another, even though muse b is meant to marry into a noble family; OR they could both dislike each other but honor dictates that muse a must put up with muse a, and it’s more like an enemies-to-lovers sort of deal. ▶   a good old arranged marriage plot—muse a and muse b are engaged to be married by their parents, in hopes to make both of their houses stronger. one way this could go is if the muses couldn’t really stand one another—their personalities are opposites and they initially completely balk at the suggestion of their marriage. or they could start out nervous but willing to give it a shot, so they’re all awkward and antsy around one another since they’ve never met before but they’re expected to be married.

elizabeth zhu | 38 | lawyer | fc: gemma chan | tag

info: had a shitty upbringing. made all the bad decisions as a teenager. is very unhappy with her current life. recovering addict. can be socially reserved. uses physical intimacy to avoid emotional connections. has a hard time being vulnerable and asking for help.

plot ideas: ▶   pray tell, who is going to give me the vanilla asf (LEGAL!!!) age gap plot of my dreams.... ft an emotionally repressed older muse a who fucked off to this tiny town in the mountains YEARS ago for whatever reason and they’re just trying to live a semi-functioning life in relative peace until muse b waltzes into town.... maybe to escape their past.... for a fresh start... who is to say..... and muse a is so enraptured by them bc muse b is just this wonderful breath of fresh air n muse a hasn’t had that in years n they click so painfully well.... two ppl learning to heal and become each other’s light... but ALSO the drama of “i’m too old for you” and “i don’t think i can be what you need” and “you can’t keep shutting me out” like please i am beyond desperate. i Can and Will give you my left kidney for this ▶   plot about muse a and muse b who were two high school sweethearts who had a really bad break-up but are always kind of on each other’s minds even as the years pass and then one day muse a moves into an apartment complex miles away from their hometown because of a job and their neighbor is constantly having sex and it’s just getting really annoying so one night they they go knock on the door to say ‘HEY CAN YOU STOP BANGING ALL THE TIME I’M TRYING TO SLEE–’ and then whoops it’s muse b. surprise!!

ezmeray suvari | 28 | subtitle translator | fc: demet özdemir | tag

info: absolute sweetheart. believes in the best of people. can be a little naïve because of it. loves learning languages and traveling. has horrible judgement when it comes to romantic partners. 

plot ideas: ▶   ok but someone give me that cute bartender storyline though? like this guy tends bar at a restaurant or a pub or something and always sees this cute girl hanging out there, but she’s always either with friends or with some guy so he never really gets the time to talk to her BUT ONE DAY she walks into the place alone and orders so many drinks until she’s so bloody drunk, screaming about how her boyfriend cheated on her, that the bartender had to bring her home himself. she wakes up with a horrible hangover, stumbles out the room to find the bartender cooking breakfast and rolling his eyes, laughing. “first of all, you’re an idiot. second, we didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re wondering. third, breakfast will be ready soon. sit.” and fluff commences HELP PLZ   ▶   okay  but  hear  me  out  ,  a  plot  loosely  based  on  jim  &  pam  in  the  office  ???  where  these  two  co-workers  are  crushing  at  each  other  but  one  of  them  is  taken  but  still  this  doesn’t  mean  they  can’t  lightly  flirt  at  work  .  .  .  and  then  one  day  at  a  happy  hour  or  something  they  end  up  hooking  up  and  oh  my  god  how  awkward  are  things  gonna  be  now

florence fitzgerald | 31 | gang leader & owner of casino | fc: brianne howey | tag

info: badass boss bitch. fiercely loyal. family oriented. can be spiteful/vengeful. doesn’t do second chances. took over her family’s business. 

plot ideas: ▶   head of the mafia starts dating someone who doesn’t know what they do, just simply thinks they’re this rich businessperson, but after dating for a few months and falling head over heels, they find out what’s really going on and cue ALL of the angst ▶   boss and right hand man/woman have a thing ▶  rival family gang  ▶ i really want a beauty and the beast inspired au where the ‘beast’ isn’t an actual beast, but someone like a gang leader, someone who everyone views as a monster. ‘belle’ is a small town, family oriented book nerd with a big heart. when her father (or any family member, really   brother, sister, even a friend) gets themselves into trouble, she makes a deal with the ‘beast’ to save them. for their freedom, she gives up hers. he’s cruel, short-tempered   she’s scared, withdrawn. overtime, ‘belle’ finds herself warming up to the ‘beast.’ his cold exterior has melted. he’s kind, sweet to her. he finds himself protective over her, surprising her with little gifts. and before they know it, they’ve fallen in love.

hanna bok | 28 | actuary | fc: seol in-ah

is not relationship oriented. likes to be honest. loyal friend. enjoys her independence. can come off cold/uncaring. 

plot ideas: ▶   muse A is trying to get over an ex and muse B is known to prefer casual hookups rather than dating so muse A approaches them for rebound sex.  as expected,  they say yes.  however,  muse B has secretly been harboring feelings for them. ▶   I love girl/girl relationships where one is just constantly grumpy and the other is this cheerful happy go lucky person who is always amused by their gruffy mcgruff gruff girlfriend ▶   basic plot idea where my muse is kind of cold and unaffectionate with anyone, but is friends with your muse who recently went through a bad breakup. my muse suggests or agrees to fake being in a relationship with your muse to make their ex jealous. but then my muse starts to like the fake relationship a little too much and falls for yours

hui liyang | 32 | con artist | fc: ni ni | tag

info: burned by her family. uses people to get what she wants. doesn’t trust people easily (or at all tbh). has lots of walls up. lies about herself all the time. deeply insecure.

plot ideas: ▶   but what about “your ex hired me to make you fall in love with me then break your heart but oops i think i fell in love and now i’m conflicted what the fuck is happening i’m supposed to hurt you ow what am i sUPPOSED TO DO” that’d be rad   ▶   a rough around the edges, con artist girl is doing dirty work for her shitty boyfriend and they decide to target a rich, wealthy, cocky sort of young socialite male who feels like his life is a bit empty and redundant, and she may seem like she’s in this con artist game for the money (and she is, partly, because she grew up really poor and knows how it feels to starve) but she also has an unhealthy attachment to the boyfriend even though he treats her like crap and uses her to attract rich males, and then, on the night where she has dressed up and come up with a fake name and is about to make her move on the rich young man she realizes oh, he’s actually extremely attractive and cute and not like the other creepy old men she preys on? and oh, he’s actually extremely charismatic and witty and charming and kind of a dick, but not to her? and oh, now they’re kind of going out on multiple really amazing dates and spending tons of time together and she’s supposed to be digging for his deepest secrets and finding out numbers to his safes and stealing jewelry pieces he probably won’t miss and then one night, her wallet falls out of her bag and… OH, why is her name not the name that she said it was on her drivers license and why are his personal, private cartier bracelets engraved with his initials in there too and who the fuck is calling her phone ?????? ▶   Y’all. I need an ‘I’ve got no where to live, so I went to a fancy hotel pretending I’m rich & fancy AF, and pretended to be your wife in order to get the key to your room. But please don’t yell and kick me out when you see me laying in your bed with your robe on while watching pay per view on the TV and eating the mini bar snacks. But wait, this works out in your favor? Now I have to actually pretend to be your wife so your crazy mother will get off your back about marriage? As long as I get to keep all the clothes you buy me’ plot.

im ye-jun | 28 | pro-gamer | fc: song kang | tag

info: gaming nerd. hasn’t really cared about being in a relationship or finding romance. isn’t always the best with social cues. considers himself kind of boring. very kindhearted and tries to help others. comes off rather aloof. more on the reserved side. 

plot ideas: ▶     a plot where both muses are hardcore gamers ( possible twitch streamers or youtube creators ) & they get invited to an event which is where they meet and from then on, they became inseparable. they live very far away from each other but always bond over playing games together & facetime before bed. until eventually they decide to invest and move in together. they take things slow due to them both being busy & it’s just very cute and full of fluff & “I miss you” phone calls ▶     give me a plot based off of ‘my love story with yamada-kun at lv999′; after muse a’s bf dumps them for someone they met online in a game, muse a decides to show up to a game event in the hopes of getting their ex to regret their decision. muse b is a well-known gamer online but doesn’t have much interest in the real world. the pair happen to meet in person after realizing they know of each other through one of the games muse b plays. muse a, spotting their ex and their new gf, convinces muse b to pretend to be in a relationship with them just to save face.

jang soo-min | 25 | athletic trainer | fc: park yoo-na

info: very work-oriented; sarcastic; more of a tomboy; reactive; likes to host parties; social

plot ideas: ▶    muse  a  was  invited  to  spend  the  summer  at  their  best  friends  beach  house  with  their  entire  family  ,    including  the  older  brother  /  sister  (  muse  b )  that  they’ve  had  a  small    (  but  hopeless  )    crush  on  since  middle  school  .    despite  all  the  years  they’ve  known  each  other  ,    they’ve  never  spent  this  much  time  around  each  other  and  it’s  hard  to  keep  their  eyes  off  of  one  another  ,    especially  when  the  hot  summer  sun  is  involved  .   ▶  i just need a “hey, i know you’re dating my brother but he’s an asshole and just playing with you but me, i’m in love with you since 3rd grade” plot?   ▶   Oh your parents planned a surprise visit and now you’re having that awkward ‘Where is your life going? We’re low key disappointed in you.’ conversation in a ridiculously public place? Here let me pretend to be the reason you’ve been staring at your phone this whole time. “Hey baby, sorry I’m late.”   ▶   athletic trainer x athlete

jasper o’hara | 26 | financial analyst | fc: alex fitzalan (can be changed)

info: a little impulsive; was a major screw-up growing up (still is a little bit now); tends to avoid relationships; a smart-ass; has a strained relationship with his family; doesn’t really believe he’s capable of much

plot ideas:   ▶  “academic rivals to lovers but she’s the only one who hates him and he’s been in love with her since the day they met” ▶  pls gimme a cliche ass plot with two best friends where muse a is an asshole who fucks everything with a pulse & doesn’t care about anyone but gets super protective etc about their best friend muse b at all times!!   ▶   “i had to be ur fake boyfriend/girlfriend bc some creep was hitting on you and it was making you uncomfortable and now i have busted knuckles and a cut lip but hey are u okay” au  

jia park | 27 | unemployed | fc: han so-hee | tag

impulsive. can be petty. has ambitions but no follow-through. lives off of her family’s money for the most part. wears her heart on her sleeve if she cares. can be childish and brash at times. also can be defensive. secretly insecure and puts on a very tough front. 

plot ideas: ▶   give me a “i’ve been in love with my best friend forever but they’ve never noticed, so i decided to start something up with best friend’s enemy/rival in the hopes of making them jealous.” ▶   anyone wanna do a modern romeo/juliet plot?? where their parents are the heads of rival companies or are huge celebrities who have been in a known feud for years and they meet and try to sneak around in secret but there’s paparazzi and tabloids and all that someone please do this with me

min moon-ji | 31 | art teacher | fc: shin hye-sun

info: soft spoken; takes her a while to warm up to people; invisible middle child; doesn’t like asking for help

plot ideas: ▶    “Muse A is well-mannered, polite, quiet, and shy, and Muse B didn’t even know they existed until they tap on Muse B’s shoulder and asks them out super awkwardly/nervously. Muse B, feeling bad for them, agrees and ends up having a rather awkward and weird first date with them. Despite this, Muse A asks them out a second time, and while Muse B doesn’t exactly think it’s a good idea, finds themselves agreeing again. Of course the second time around, Muse A goes in for a kiss and it ends up not being chaste, sweet, or awkward like Muse B expects, but instead it’s rough and passionate and oops, now Muse B is a little more interested to see where things lead.”   ▶   we’ve been best friends since we were kids, and people always see us as practically siblings, and we do everything together, but one night we had a ~ moment ~ and things have been weird ever since. now you’re making out with someone else right in front of me, and i don’t know why it makes me so upset, you’ve had bfs/gfs before and it wasn’t a problem.   ▶  teacher x teacher ships

phoebe keller | 27 | jewelry maker | fc: adeline rudolph

info: is not the golden child of her family. has a strained relationship with her family in general. tries to accomplish a lot of things to compensate. craves a sense of belonging. can be a little bitter. sweet and sassy. sarcastic. always has a million projects going on. 

plot ideas: ▶   a plot where the muses are best friends with obvious sexual tension but they’ve never done anything about it until one night they’re watching movies together like they always do and their hands accidentally touch and muse a just so happens to notice that it makes muse b blush and of course they start being cocky and teasing muse b endlessly like “really THAT’S enough to make you blush wow” and then it becomes a personal goal of muse a’s to see what else makes muse b blush and so muse a puts a hand on muse b’s leg like “does this make you blush” and muse b keeps ignoring them so it gradually gets worse and muse a starts kissing their neck and maybe even slips a hand between muse b’s thighs like “what about this” and it’s just ! lots of tension and teasing and :~) ▶   “you broke my little sisters heart so i’m going to make your sister fall in love with me and do the same” ▶   give me a plot of “i’m your father’s mistress && and was nearly caught sneaking out early one morning but you saved the day by introducing me as your girlfriend && now your mother invited me to spend the summer at your vacation home so we have to spend the entire summer pretending to be in love.” 

samantha pérez | 35 | writer & criminal | fc: ana de armas | tag

info: very vindictive. has a loose view on morality/good vs. bad. claims to be a writer but is an awful writer. loves to learn about anything poisonous. will enact revenge against you if you’ve wronged her in some way aka has killed someone. likes to be considered smart/clever. always put 110% into everything she does. 

plot ideas:  ▶   not going to lie i 100% want a plot where muse a is an assassin that has been dating muse b for over a year and has managed to keep their career a secret until they get called in for a new assignment and find out that muse b is their next target. it would be so full of angst and drama and yes just give it to me please. ▶   i stole your car and the police aren’t doing anything so you decided to track me down yourself and you found me, but whatcha gonna do, i went through your stuff so i know all your secrets. ▶   your dad is my biggest enemy in the crime world and you’re a straight-up rebel, so to piss him off you decide to sleep with me and wow, it was fucking amazing, but now your dad is out to kill me so what now. ▶ ok but a plot where one is a criminal that’s on the run from the police, and they stumble across this practically empty motel that’s in the middle of nowhere, and they think, hey, perfect place to hide out for a few weeks until the manhunt dies down. the motel is run by a married couple, and their sheltered, somewhat naive child – well, actually they’re an adult by now, but they’ve never left their small town, had a job outside the motel, or been anywhere, and their parents still treat them like a kid. the criminal checks in, of course not mentioning why they’re here, and the owners’ kid is fascinated by their guest – they hardly ever get guests for more than a night at a time, let alone guests who seem to have so many interesting stories and secrets….

sebastian pierce-waldorf | 25 | brand marketing assistant | fc: felix mallard

info: arrogant and a little condescending; tries to please his parents even if he hates the life they want for him; kind of a stick in the mud; high-strung; leads a semi-double life to let off steam; occasionally does underground ring fights; too emotionally unavailable to be in relationships

plot ideas: ▶  enemies to lovers // enemies with benefits ▶  “We’re fake-dating and I’m supposed to publicly break up with you but you’ve been irritating me lately so instead of dumping you I publicly proposed to mess up your plan and now we’re getting married, fuck” au ▶ childhood friends where you’re about the only person i can stand being around and i’m really protective over you

sun-hee “sunny” park  | 29 | script supervisor | fc: lee sung-kyung | tag

info: likes to be work-oriented. has bad taste in romantic prospects. desperate to find love though. sarcasm is her defense mechanism. gets easily annoyed by stupid people at work. 

plot ideas: ▶   ‘we promised we were going to write a tv show one day but we never did it because we grew apart but wait – didn’t i just hear these kids on the bus talking about a tv show that sounds a lot like our idea? wait, you are the one writing it? you do realize that story was half mine, right? i wANT MY MONEY’ au ▶   we used to be friends but then you become famous and left our town to travel the world but not once you texted me back. now you’re back and you wanna go back to the way we were? ha no not happening ▶   What about a plot of a personal assistant and a celeb? One where she’s been working for him since he had gotten famous. He can’t go anywhere without her and brings her everywhere he goes. They are more like best friend than boss and assistant. The media jokes about how they act like a married couple. And he can’t help but mention her during interviews. Sometimes they even sleep in the same hotel room when she’s working late. BUT NO IT’S TOTALLY PLATONIC!! That cuddling they did the other night?? Completely what friends do!

winona renwick | 31 | vampire | transcriptionist | fc: poppy drayton

info: likes to be alone since being turned. tries not to mingle with humans. kind of a grump. hates being a vampire. hesitant to make any kind of connection with others. 

plot ideas: ▶  “i’m a vampire and we met when you were still human and we fell in love and planned out our whole eternal life together but on the night i turned you i freaked out over the commitment and abandoned you in the middle of the night & now it’s over a century later and we’re only just seeing each other again for the first time since and there’s so much hatred in your eyes when you look at me but fuck you still look just as hot and make my heart race as much as you did back then and i think i made the biggest mistake of my life in leaving” au ▶   okay but a dracula untold style plot where vampire vlad has been alive for centuries loving one soul over and over again as he finds her again. he finds her again in the twenty first century, his mina, shes all bright hair and those same old eyes, there’s only one problem, she just so happens to be the daughter of a hunter and has been trained to kill creatures like him all her life. ▶  vampire x vampire plot

#plot bunny

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Spamton EX aka Devi

bkgfld;kfgdfs alright,, im posting him,, I probs forgot to re-edit and re-do some shit in the long run but if I did I’ll just,, clarify sometime later for now tho its time to stop letting my overthinking brain stop me from having fun bc Im,, genuinely proud of his design?? Felt like I was very wordy but,, I needed to be to fully describe this bastard

Anyways uh y’all finally get to see the lad!

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| Name: Devi 

| Nicknames: Dev/Devs, or Evi

| Gender: He/Him

| Age: Mid 30s/40s somewhere in there

| Height: 15ft

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| ‘Hair’ Color: It’s really just more fur in the shape of hair… But its color is black (he has a few gray streaks here and there, one that goes through the middle of his hair, and then gray on the sides) also his …er, fur-hair is p much a mullet

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| Eye Color: Cyber Green | he does wear the pink n yellow glasses tho and like og Spam you can see static in them sometimes, then they can go pitch black, and then the pink n yellow can swirl around but that’s uh hypnosis- don’t- don’t look at him when he’s doing this, it’s for your own good)

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| Skin Color/Body Type: He’s very large, like- he’s fat, I’ll say that- big man not only in height heh- and he’s also very strong too. Also his skin color,, well his face is p much just white but he’s got black fur going down his neck, in fact his entire body except for his arms are covered in fur.

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| Appearance: Oh this is going to be hell to describe but I’m gonna try my damnedest just,, bear with me p l e a s e- Okay, so I’ll start with the simplest things, he’s kind of a mixture between organic and non-organic for example his stomach, legs, and neck have the fur on it, the only difference is uh the neck fur that also goes up to his head and acts like a mullet was dyed black and the fluff all over his stomach and legs is white.

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His chest is just essentially like Sneo chestplate- which is where his arms come out of, and also in the middle of the chestplate is basically just a fucking b i g compartment like thingy, you can see the big heart behind glass almost like a display case situation.

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(the heart’s blue like all of them are, it’s got darker blue cracks, then its eyes are a swirling mix of Pink n Yellow, neon to be more specific, even its mouth is neon yellow and it’s got razor sharp teeth, pointed nose, ya know the usual) The chestplate is like weirdly,, built ONTO his body.

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I forgot gjhfkdgfjd the BIG heart is what you mainly see but in the back you can see about mm six sets of eyes and grins both on the left and right side of the main heart (Seven heart creatures in total if you include the main one)

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Then he wears a bright pink peacoat that he usually keeps unbuttoned around his chest (don’t wanna cover up the heart…s also don’t ask me how he gets it over the big shoulder pads that extend from the chestplate he just does)

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He wears pink and yellow pants over his legs (his face is just,, ya know, the puppet part …he's a weird lil freak to describe and also his hands are technically the puppet part as well but I’ll explain those in a bit)

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I should also say that his arms can stretch almost in a cartoony manner …But they do have their limits of course and finally he wears a pink high heel on the right foot and a yellow high heel on the left foot (the heels stretch all the way up to his knees btw)

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God,, the details are gonna be the death of me but I’m trying my best to explain what the fuck is in my head right now- Okay so uh, onto something I can actually handle, his right arm can actually slip back into the chestplate and then somehow change into the canon arm that Sneo has.

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His hands like I said are also the puppet parts much like his face, his fingers are just straight up claws, he has two sets of fangs both top and bottom (his teeth can retract though, otherwise he looks uh WAY more unapproachable and less friendly, can’t scare the customers off now can he?)

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He has a long tongue that’s prehensile (he can fuckin grab and hold shit with that thing, does it mostly just to be a lil shit and gross some people out) also has p much a five o’clock shadow on his face …I don’t care that he’s got a puppet face, mans got FACIAL HAIR and thats final-

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Btw Idk if I said this bc I’ve been all over the place but uh that lil glass holding the heart inside that compartment thingy,, uh it can open btw (Devi keeps it STRICTLY closed unless he needs some reinforcements to help him take care of someone that screwed him over or some shit but other than that, those things seem to have minds of their own.)

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They can be the most dangerous thing that I’d say Devi has bc those things will just bite or try to tear someone apart for no reason, Devi does have his ways of getting them to stop though, he threatens to button up his coat and cover them up which they seem to hate.

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Devi also has some really thick and large black eyebrows too (...its funny bc I think of that one audio where its like ‘what the hell are you doing’ ‘i am doing my eyebrows’ ‘that’s a big ass mirror’ ‘well I have BIG ASS EYEBROWS’) motherfuckers like damn caterpillars on his face

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I had another outfit idea for him and I am NOT going back to re-edit this shit, its already a fucking mess and I just hope you can understand this shit tbh I’m all over the place and I REALLY don’t mean to be I’m just trying to describe what my brain sees

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but the other outfit fits more with his computer vibes, and I might just state it here that this is his main outfit and the other is a secondary outfit, he likes to match his aesthetics ya know- but anyways- it's just like a long black coat with 1s and 0s on it and then neon cyber green pants and of course heels to match that outfit (one black, one neon cyber green)

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| Personality: Devi can be a gross bastard and sometimes be a bit of an asshole but deep down, when you get past his big shot, his hot shot attitude, that HUGE ego of his he’s actually very sweet, kind, and caring (if you can put up with his ego AND the bit of a God Complex he’s got) out of ALL the EXs out there, he is by far the LEAST murderous.

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I’m not saying he won’t hurt or kill because he ABSOLUTELY will if it means defending himself and or if you screw with him, you screw him over and he won’t hesitate to pull out that canon arm or better yet, let those feral lil hearts of his out to ‘play’ heh, he’s a scammer, a con artist who runs a PC Shop/Fixes up PCs for people essentially, he usually ‘fixes’ their PCs if ya know what I mean. (He doesn’t do it too much or to the same person of course, can’t let ‘em catch on ya know?)

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He also builds ‘em, he KNOWS the ins and outs of a computer v e r y damn well, he’s the most skilled in his area and the one everyone HAS to come to, even if they are intimidated by his height alone (...not the only thing SOME are intimidated by but uh, I have to keep that info redacted) he’s a HUGE flirt, he flirts with anyone and everyone (unless they tell him to stop, he respects those kinds of boundaries ya know?)

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He can’t take any flirting, compliments, etc thrown back though if he loves said person that he’s flirting with, with anyone else he can p much just laugh and say something along the lines of “OH YA W I S H YOU COULD BE WITH A REAL [[BIG SHOT]] LIKE ME DON’T’CHA, BABES~?” but if it's the one he fell in love with? He will fucking MELT, his face will turn bright red and you’ll see him let off steam, no- literally- like one of those funky lil cartoons.

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Another way to tell he’s sweet on ya is if he actually fixes your PC and nothing goes wrong with it, like if he actually fixes it- And hell, he’ll even do something he’d NEVER do for just anyone 1: Either give you an actual discount or 2: literally if he sees your PC is a bit… Outta style, outta date- with your approval of course he will genuinely build you a new computer, free of charge and don’t worry about any files from your old, he’ll take care of it.

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Devi might be an asshole who needs vibes checked but, deep down he’s good, he really is sweet, caring- and if he loves you, hell even if he just likes ya well enough to be pals, friends- well you’re in good hands for sure, he’ll treat you well.

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| Side Facts: Devi loves to make games and or SFM type animations in his spare time but shares his work with nobody, he’s actually very self conscious of his work so if he does share it with you? Friend or Lover? That is an INCREDIBLE amount of trust he has for you and that’s a very rare thing bc Devi doesn’t trust mm many,, at all- Has his fears and anxieties, doesn’t seem to like the subject of betrayal or anything like that.

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…Don’t mention the Addisons around him btw, he’ll get REALLY angry and pissy, if your his friend/lover he’ll TRY to keep cool but if you keep pushing his buttons well he might snap at you anyways but for the most part he’ll just be like

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“SWEET’EART… [P l e a s e  S t o p] BRINGIN’ THAT UP… BRINGING… [T h e m] UP, I DON’T WANNA TALK ‘BOUT ‘EM” he’ll try to ask nicely and politely for ya to stop, its best to leave well enough alone ya know? …Very specifically,, uh- He gets WAY more angry if Pink’s brought up but he seems less angry if Blue’s brought up, maybe even a lil… Sad.

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Devi’s fave kinda games to make are open world sandbox-esque games, rhythm games, and even platformers, he loves to play games too, especially classic games- …Also he makes mods for games out there too (he’s got an account that doesn’t link to him at all, he wants to make sure nobody finds that out) but here’s where the lil shit side of him comes to play (cause he is such a fucking shithead) he can make genuine mods.

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Like GENUINELY good mods for games but then he can make the most cursed and stupidest shit, like think of that Stardew mod, the grandpa IS the bed mod- yeah, shit like that to make people just go wtf, w h y? For WHAT reason? …Hell, he’ll even mod rhythm sections into games that REALLY don’t need them at all, and he WON’T make them optional (and he even adds cryptic titles to some of his mods just like ‘Have fun ;)’

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Devi is very touch starved tbh, he loves to give and receive affection from the beloved, he loves belly rubs (not,, in a weird sorta way) it just feels nice on his fluff ya know? Hell he likes being petted, scritches, etc- He might crush you in a hug if not careful though, gotta give him a gentle reminder bout them hugs...

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Cause sometimes he forgets how strong he REALLY can be compared to most Darkners and Lightners, also if he doesn’t crush you, you’ll sink into that plush fur of his (DON’T SUCCUMB TO THE FLUFF, DON’T SUCCUMB TO THE FLUFF, WHATEVER YOU DO, DON’T SINK IN, YOU’LL BE LOST FOREVER)

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Devi loves to cuddle very much so, will place you on his stomach if you two fall asleep together, doesn’t trust himself if you just lay beside him to not roll over and he would be fucking DEVASTATED if he crushed you or hurt you, he’d never forgive himself…

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Also whenever Devi grins, his teeth tend to pop out- it’s something he can’t help so just keep that in mind if ya hear a strange noise from him but also if you don’t mind them, if you’re not scared of his fangs n shit he’ll let them stay out regardless around you (lmao look at this how to train your dragon lookin ass)

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Devi is Pansexual, doesn’t care about gender, if he loves ya- he loves ya, wants to marry you? Y e s, gender is a irrelevant to him in these regards, love is love-

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Devs can be VERY overprotective and if you need him to, just say the word- he’ll kill for ya- like when I say LEAST murderous EX I mean in the fact that he doesn’t kill for FUN, he doesn’t get any joy or fun outta killing or anything like that- but if someone’s messing with ya? “Well don’t ya [Why Worry?!] sweet’eart, Devi’ll [Takin’ care of business] for ya!” …You don’t want him to? Okay, he’ll back off as per your want …But, uh behind your back or when you’re not looking he’ll scare the shit out of them at the VERY least (it depends on what they did…)

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And if they did or said some real bad shit? …Well there’ll be some missing posters around but he’ll deny he had anything to do with that, he does this out of love- I swear, he’s just very overprotective and wants to keep you safe and sound and it means bustin’ a few heads? ...Well he won’t hesitate ...Bitch.

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Btw the hearts, the big heart and then the six little ones- feral as shit, rip and t e a r!!! They are the most bloodthirsty part but they are sentient, their own beings in a weird sorta way- or at least, they have their own mind- Devi makes sure they don’t get outta hand though, he threatens to button up his coat and block their view of the outside world …Which they take seriously, almost seeming scared even.

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Whether it be friends or lovers- the hearts will be more okay with you if a friend, they’ll get along with you just like Devi does, if lovers (in fact you’ll notice if their out, they’ll blush along with him) granted he’ll be EXTREMELY nervous and absolutely refusing if you want him to let them out to get a better look at them, he’ll try to work around it, make some kinda, ANY kinda deal, but eventually he’ll relent if your persistent- but to his surprise they won’t hurt you at all.

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In fact, they’ll even wrap around you which scares the shit out of Devi the first time around and he almost tries to grab them and shove them back in before he notices their not hurting you, they are just giving you gentle nose nuzzles and making little kissy sounds at you which surprises the absolute hell out of him, he’s only EVER seen those lil shitheads be aggressive n mean.

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Only downside is they’ll be v e r y aggressive and possessive with anyone else who tries to get close to you, they’ll hiss and or growl or even snarl. …Devi will try to keep them sorted out though (even tho technically speaking he does get a wee bit jealous and protective if he sees someone getting too close to you for his liking)

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Likewise, Devi does get jealous, oh he does even though he’ll deny it and take that denial to his fucking grave, he just doesn’t like anyone that he deems getting a bit too close to you for comfort but likewise if you tell him to relax and or to back off, he will stop, he doesn’t wanna upset ya or anything like that (its not that he doesn’t trust you or some weird shit like that, it actually just plays into a fear/insecurity of his so OOF)

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Btw,, I forgot to add, he has another pair of glasses aside from the Pink n Yellow ones that he’ll usually wear to match his computery-esque outfit, it's a pair of Black n Green tinted cat eye sunglasses.

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Also bc I cut a lotta shit out of this version that I didn’t feel comfy with sharing,, I think I forgot to add his lil tail in? A fluffy stubby tail that he has, he doesn’t like letting anyone see it, cause he ain’t cute! He’s big n tough, and he’ll kick your ass ...(not really) there’s a lotta shit that got cut out and just edited down to keep it as simple as I could.

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Idk if I added this, sorry if I add more of the same shit in I just don’t fully remember what shit I cut out and didn’t but Devi does v e r y much love his cigars, he smokes not only to help calm his nerves but also just smokes because he enjoys it, also enjoys being a goddamn asshole and blowing smoke in people’s faces ...Sometimes.

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Devi’s shop is of course located in Cyber City (I do not have a name for his funky lil pc shop or anything, listen y’all I am s o bad with naming things, im very lucky my EX got an actual name)

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Speaking of EXs, Devi has never canonically met another EX but he knows there’s others like him out there, he does know they exist, he’s never gotten the chance to meet one but he’s neutral on the matter, if he meets one he does, if he doesn’t, oh well ....Secretly thinks about what that’d be like and just how weird it’d be to see another EX.

#spamton #spamton ex #Devi #im very proud of his design idk why the hell i was so damn nervous about posting him #he can be your angle or yuor devil lmao #an asshole bastard whose got a sweet side to him #deltarune spamton #theres SO much shit that got cut out of the og document bc I just was v e r y much not comfy posting it to main #probs forgot some hella important details tho #...also imma have a hellish time tryna come up with a name for his lil pc business

[gyuyoungarchives]

💬 News 1: Highlights from Hanbok Interview

She is an emerging talent to watch. Park Gyuyoung (25) made a name for herself as the web designer 'Somi' at Seowon Architectural Firm in JTBC's Monday-Tuesday drama 'Just Between Lovers'. Perhaps because of the role, any premature speculation that she might be a 'snob' changes with just one bright smile. She is an actor with a positive and bright energy that 'disarms' viewers and a 'unique' charm.

Park Gyuyoung left her hometown Busan and started living in Seoul when she entered the Department of Clothing and Textiles at Yonsei University in 2013. A college magazine (University Tomorrow) cover photoshoot she did by chance during her university days led to her current agency, JYP Entertainment, where she spent time as a trainee and debuted in 2017.

Although 'Just Between Lovers' is her first long drama, she has shown growing performances by appearing in the 2017 KBS drama special 'Kang DeokSoon's Love History, JTBC's 'Solomon's Perjury', and the web drama 'Magic School'. This year, she is also gaining attention as an emerging talent on the screen with two movies, 'Monsters' and 'Wrestler', set to be released.

Q. Are you going to Busan to see your parents for the Lunar New Year this year? It must feel like a triumphant return.

“I am going to Busan. It’s not exactly a triumphant return, but my family is still amazed (that I’ve become an actress), so they will probably ask me a lot of questions. I’m already feeling shy about it.”

Q. You had a busy year in 2017 with dramas and movies. Wasn't it tough?

“I tried not to think of it as being tough or busy. I just thought I had to work even harder. Then, looking back, I realized I was in a lot of productions in 2017. Still, I feel like I’ve accomplished something.”

Q. Being an alumna of a foreign language high school (Busan Foreign Language High School) and a prestigious university (Yonsei University) often makes headlines with descriptors like "Mum’s Friend’s Daughter." How do you feel about such labels?

“It’s totally, extremely embarrassing. I wasn’t exceptionally good at studying; I was just lucky with exams. So, it’s really embarrassing when I receive such compliments. At school, I was just a normal student who enjoyed hanging out with friends.”

Q. How did you start acting, which is unrelated to your major?

“I had a photoshoot for 'University Tomorrow' magazine. The company (JYP Entertainment) contacted me after seeing it. At first, I was half curious, but as I started to learn acting more seriously, I became more earnest about it. Once I actually went to the field, it was fun, but I realized there was so much to study and contemplate. There were difficult times, too. Studying acting made me think a lot.”

Q. There must have been a lot of other things to worry about besides acting.

“Thinking about always having to manage myself? I was a bit on the chubby side, so I worked out hard. I’m still doing Pilates now.”

Q. How will 'Just Between Lovers' be remembered?

“It’s my first long-duration drama, almost like it was from the beginning to the end. The set was so warm, which was great. The character Somi might have seemed annoying at times, but I'm glad I could show her lively side, leaving me with good memories.”

Q. It seems like Junho from 2PM, a senior at your agency, would have been a big support during 'Just Between Lovers'.

"When I became a JYP trainee I got the chance to see 2PM (*she may be referring to a concert) and it was truly fascinating. I used to gaze at 2PM thinking, 'Wow, celebrities,' and it was so surreal to act alongside Junho, a member of 2PM. He was really kind on set, and I was thankful for that. He treated me comfortably as if we had known each other for years."

Q. What did you learn from 'Just Between Lovers'?

"I learned a lot about the technical aspects of acting, but what remains in my memory is thinking about what kind of senior I want to become. There were many seniors in this work, so I was very nervous, but they treated me very comfortably. I was very grateful for that, and it made me want to be such a senior as well."

Q. Do you have a role model?

"I'm diligently watching 'Misty'. The charisma of senior Kim Namjoo is tremendous. I'm learning a lot. Also, senior Go Hyunjung in 'Return' is cool. I like that she has her own colour and her presence is amazing. It's fascinating and attractive how she shows different charms in each work."

Q. Is there a genre you're interested in?

"I'm very interested in action. I'm curious about how to prepare for action scenes, like practising movements and studying complex staging. I think it would feel rewarding and joyful to actually do it."

Q. What is actress Park Gyuyoung's weapon?

"I've played a lot of characters with a bright personality so far. However, I'm also sensitive and delicate. I can do well in roles that require a calm acting tone. (Laughs)"

Q. What are your plans for 2018?

"Rather than having specific things I want to do, in 2017, I was just starting to make my presence known from a state of obscurity. This year, I hope to appear in even more works than before."

News 1 Hanbok Interview, 2018

#park gyu young #park gyuyoung #actress #kdrama #korean drama #hanbok interview

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FFXIV Write 2023 #1: Envoy

Spoilers: Post-Endwalker, spoilers possible

In a field of flowers, Cereza stood dreaming.  

She knew in the back of her mind - or perhaps in the front of Ardbert’s - that this wasn’t where she fell asleep, but merely a dream projection of Il Mheg.  But the glamour of faeries is tangible, even in dreams, and it wasn’t so easy to tell the difference.  The flowers smelled as real; the sun, no longer obscured by the blinding light, shone down as bright as when she’d visited last, after turning Anden back into his proper self.  

But she wasn’t there now.  No, this was her mind being called from afar, and only one person here had the power - and the right - to do so.  “Feo Ul!  My beautiful branch!  Why did you call for me?”  

She heard a giggle, and a red light appeared and spun around her before taking the diminutive avatar form of a crimson pixie.  Though not the full Feo Ul, they were in all ways Cereza’s companion.  “Ah, caught me well, ye did, my sapling!  Alas, it’s not so easy for me to reach you on that side of the Rift in other ways.  And, while I can visit you anywhere on this world when you visit, and I’m grateful for the visits ye’ve made, I can’t call you too far from the center of my being.”  

Cereza smiled.  She was glad the pixie was in a good mood, and not calling out of bitterness for not visiting - but then, she HAD made it a point to visit the First, and to call to her “branch” on each such visit, when time permitted.  But often, it was to visit places other than Il Mheg, to let Feo Ul see more of the world.  “Well, it IS a lovely place,” she said honestly.  “But I am a bit curious as to why you would call me at all in this way?  Is something the matter?”  

Feo Ul faked a pout.  “Ah, down to business, is it then?”  But they sighed and shrugged and smiled again.  “Ah, that’s you to a tee, and I wouldn’t change it.  And your perception is accurate again - I’m actually repaying a favor to someone.  The mayor of the ocean city asked to see you.”  

“I’m frankly wondering how he managed to earn a favor from you,” Cereza said, and not entirely in jest.  It was rare that the pixies made themselves known to mortals, and rarer still that they would earn such a deal.  

“Well, strictly speaking, the favor was… kind of a chain of them.  It was actually called in by Ryne, who had heard something from Lue-Reeq, who in turn heard something from one of the Honeybees, who… oh, it doesn’t matter.  The mayor has something going on - I did look into it, don’t worry, it’s a real thing worthy of your attention - and he was wishing he could have the aid of Alphinaud and his friends.  And while most of them can’t jump the gap…”  

Cereza put two and two together.  “Ah, I can.  What’s the issue - or rather, what would I KNOW the issue was, from that chain of rumours?”  

Feo Ul laughed.  “It’s something about a visitor.  A foreign dignitary - to use the words my bigger self knows as king - from someplace that apparently hasn’t been heard from in a while since the flood.”  

That caught Cereza’s full attention.  “Interesting.  From what I recall, there wasn’t a lot left to the world - mostly just the equivalent of Aldenard on the Source.”  She looked around the “Dream” and said, “Would I be able make things… materialize here?  I’ve done that before in Cid’s dream…”  

Feo Ul nodded.  “It’s like summoning that carbuncle of yours… but less mathy and more poof-y.”  

Cereza sighed at the lack of advice, but took what little she got to heart and considered it.  She closed her eyes, reached out her hand, and imagined the map and board, letting the shapes take form and channeling aether through them.  Whether or not it moved the aether in reality, in this space, it appeared in front of her - a map of Eorzea, on a chalkboard like the ones in Sharlayan.  “So… Eulmore is where Limsa is.  Lakeland is Mor Dhona.  Ahm Araeng is Ul’dah and Thanalan, and Rak’tika is the Shroud…”  She imagined some pins and marked the map, considering.  “And Voebert is equivalent to Ishgard… and from what the Qitari mentioned, there’s nothing like a nation out where Ala Mhigo would be.  So that leaves….”  She checked the map again, and nodded.  “Something in Dravania?  North and west of Voebert?”  

Feo Ul danced around the map and considered the conjecture.  “That seems right enough from what they said.  What kind of place is that in this world?”  

Cereza considered the question.  “One part is the remnants of a Sharlayan colony., over on the west coast… but that part is covered by the Flood, from what I can recall.  That leaves the Forelands,” she said, pointing to a wooded area, “which aren’t really occupied except by bug people and hunters… oh, and dragons.  Or it leaves the Churning mists above that, which is again mostly Dragons but also Moogles…”  

Except, she thought, that hadn’t always been the case, now had it?  

“But there WERE people there before.  In the most recent times, there were ancestors to the Ishgardians.  The “Landlords,” the Moogles called them.  They were allies with the Dragons.  Even without the dragons, there may have been something similar in the First…”  She turned to Feo Ul.  “Do you know anything about that?”  

Feo Ul shook their head.  “Not my wheelhouse unfortunately.  The Crown comes with knowledge aplenty, but not on such things as were before the Fae took over the empty castles in this land.”  

Cereza nodded.  “How urgent was the request?  Do I have time to visit someone before I come over to the First?”  

Feo Ul shrieked in delight before composing themselves.  “Ah… yes.  I think the envoy is a few days out.  I suppose a day or two delay wouldn’t hurt.”  

Cereza nodded.  “Well then, I need to speak to a few friends.  Then I’ll probably head to Bookman’s Shelves.  But… I suppose I should visit you in the castle first, as is proper?”  

Feo Ul’s shout was even happier than before. “Of course!  I’d be glad to be your escort.”  It was harder for them to compose themselves as they asked, “Should I let Ryne know when you’re coming and have her meet you?”  

Cereza nodded as she felt the sleep come to an end.  “Please.  I could use a hand looking through the books when I get there.”  

Feo Ul smiled.  “Good to hear!  I cannot wait for you, my sapling.  Waken now, and I’ll see you soon!”  

Cereza opened her eyes slowly as she stretched out of the sheets on the island cabin cot.  The mammets were already at work on the farm, managing everything, but otherwise, she was alone.  She yawned and called over the caretaker, leaving instructions as she dressed and readied herself.  Once she was sure her instructions would be followed, she turned her gaze upwards towards the moon, locking on to a spot just north of the largest crater and feeling the flow of aether that twirled around the spinning crystal built into the structure there. 

Once she’d isolate the currents, she closed her eyes, and felt the aether lift her up as her body slipped into the shallowest parts of the Lifestream, blinking out in a burst of light to go visit an old friend.         

#ffxivwrite #ffxiv #FFXIVWrite2023