#pretty sure yall posted that already but(t)
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BAU autism headcannons
(GIF NOT MINE)
(male reader)
CW: possible swearing, mentions of meltdowns and overstimulation, lemme know if theres anything else!
A/N: sry i havent rly posted in a while, i started a school recently and its been a rly big change for me so ive just been emotionally/mentally exhausted like all the time, but i dont wanna abandon u guys so i decided i would get something up, even if its not super good, thanks for y’all’s understanding <3
i think both JJ and Emily would become sort of mothers to reader
(not that they werent already mothers to the rest of the team but reader especially)
like JJ would totally have a motherly instinct for readers needs (like a sort of spider sense)
like if your ever nervous about something being too much or being overwhelming, jj would kinds know this and either make arrangements for accommodations or make sure you know you dont have to go if you want to.
and like she definitely wold put herself in charge of keeping your safe foods stashed on the jet and at the office
emily is more of a mother in a protective way than jj is
like this girl will not hesitate at all to go off on someone for maybe being disrespected to about stimming your chair while thinking
or like if you dont want to shake a police officers hand when your being introduced, and you get dirty/weird looks for it, or anyone comments on it? BOOM this girl will stare at them with so much animosity they’ll be scared of her shes so hot oml
anyways i thinks he team would be super accepting of you, especially if you joined after reid like they would already have some experience with autism
and like if you weren’t ent comfortable telling anyone other than hotch(i feel like it would be like a in ur file thing idk how the government works tho) spencer would defo be able to tell and confront u privately abt it (our respectful king <3)
and if you are comfortable telling the team, everyone would be respectful
i think like rossi/gideon would be a little clueless but like trying their hardest
like rossi would have no idea what stimming is but understands that like you move in certain ways or make certain noises when ur excited
and like with all his money he wouldnt hesitate to spoil u with any fidget toy u need/want or like a rly nice weighted blanket (its insane how expensive those things are)
and like gideon despite his profound understanding of others (hope yall got that ;)) he wouldn’ t get why sometimes you dont feel like/cant talk but totally respects it
omg garcia is our autism ally QUEEN im telling you
always has a big basket of fidgets/stim toys sitting on her desk and when your having a rough day shell leave you a little goodie in a brightly colored and decorated bag
i firmly believe that she is the queen at finding brands with clothes that not only fits your style perfectly but is also sensory friendly
i think she would definitely say that if she never ended up working in the FBI she wouldve started a clothing shop for sensory friendly clothing/accessories
spencer would totallllyyyy be your best friend when it comes to being under-stimulated
he will totally info dump on you and vice-versa
spencer (like penlope) would totally recommend clothing brands that are sensory friendly, but sock brands in particular
and everyone makes fun of you for nerding out over everything
also spencer would definitely get in the habit of grabbing your hands in his when you start to pick a t your nails and cuticles
like he didnt even realize what he was doing the first time but now he does it without thinking about it and for the team its normal
“hey,” and he would gently grab your hands to stop you from picking at them
“sorry..”
”youve nothing to be sorry for” (with that little reid smile oml rf[osifjgturhv)
and i also firmly believe that morgan is the best people to go to if your having a meltdown
he would stop you from harmfully stimming
“hey sugar, unclench those pretty little hands for me. there we go… good job kid.” he would have the softest smile and voice
and when he takes your hands to stop you from hitting yourself his grip is rly firm but gentle
but hotch is the best to go to for when your overstimulated
like he would make sure you know his office is always a quiet place you can go to with out questions
and he would secretly have a stash of like stimm toys in his office that he stole from garcia
his couch is always open to you, especially like late at night if you are really tired his fatherly instincts will kick in and force you to come to his office for a break
he would would hand you and blanket and a stim toy
”sit. sleep”
thats all he would say in his cute little stern but actually caring voice <3
#criminal minds#bau team#bau#spencer reid#emily prentiss#derek morgan#aaron hotchner#david rossi#penelope garcia#jennifer jereau#criminal minds x gn reader#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds x masc! reader#criminal minds x fem!reader#headcannons#autism#autism headcannons#criminal minds x autistic reader
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Okay you guys remember this picture right? Yeah well I decided why not write an imagine about it! Consists of y/n (Harry’s gf) showing him that his post did not go onto his close friends story… instead public story… it’s kinda silly but oh well! Enjoy!!!
Also the amount of stories I’m getting out but that’s the pros of being sick!! Woohoo im feeding yall LMAO. Thanks for the support love you all!
©️ please do not copy or translate my work.
Feeding the harries
“Hi babe” you murmured walking into the gym as you pressed your side to the door frame. “Hey,” Harry glanced at you smiling slightly lifting weights, his body glistening slightly with sweat his hair messy and cute. “I brought you your drink” you spoke shaking it at him and he immediately dropped the weight walking towards you “oh you’re a life saver. Thank you.” He chuckled hands finding your waist, hands massaging lightly against your hips before he kissed your lips gently “thank you. I’m nearly done.” He then smirked taking the drink and gulping down a few sips before tossing it down onto the ground as he began lifting the weights again. You retreated back upstairs humming to yourself quietly as you wandered back into the kitchen making you and Harry some food for later on. About fifteen minutes passed before you heard a ping glancing down at your phone—
Harry styles uploaded a story
Huh. You clicked on it your jaw immediately dropping. No way this man just did that… did he realise its on his public story? And not his close friends story? You couldn’t help but burst into fits of laughter leaning against the counter for support. He looked fine as hell of course, his tattoos and hands… fuck. But it was just so funny… unless he did it on purpose? No. He’d never do that. “What’s so funny?” He soon questioned walking into the kitchen still wearing the one direction T-shirt you unable to catch your breath as you continued laughing “baby what?” Harry pouted playfully. “You’re feeding the harries” you laughed out hand resting on your chest as you attempted to stop laughing, Harry clearly confused “feeding the harries? Harries? Y/n why are you using what fans call themselves that—“ however it then clicked his eyes widening as he quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket
“Ohhhh shit…” he murmured his eyes wide “delete button where the fuck is the delete button?” His hands trembled slightly as he attempted to find the button. 1K views already. That was not good. Harry’s face was red as he looked at you “that was supposed to go onto my” “friends story I figured.” You responded back laughing watching him blush harder before he looked down running a hand over his face “god that is going to be all over the news.” He spoke and you smirked wrapping your arms around his neck gazing up at him lovingly “so what? Showing you still support the band.” You spoke with a little grin before kissing his cheek “it’s cute baby. The harries have been fed well.” His hand slapped your ass playfully “you keep saying that word baby… pretty sure you’re a Harrie yourself” he spoke with a smirk and you rolled your eyes playfully “of course. I mean… I definitely didn’t take a screenshot did I?” Harry’s eyes widened watching as you sneakily recorded a video of him in the T-shirt “you don’t know your beautiful” you sang playfully purposely getting on his nerves watching as he groaned playfully “im going for a shower.” He rolled his eyes playfully “your insecure! Don’t know what for! I’m coming to join you in the shower.” You laughed out rushing after him. “See?” Harry smirked “what?” You asked “you’re obsessed with me.” He chuckled out oh so softly. But he was right… he was your obsession and you were his.
#harry edward styles#harry styles#harry styles x y/n#yn#harry styles x you#x reader#one direction#cute#harrystyles
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im sending u my hcs!! ( i personally hc that 4town is a kpop group but u can ignore that part)
Jesse:
- 3/4/01
- ♉️
- 🇫🇷
- ISFJ
- 🦢
- lead vocalist and center
- trained for 3 years
- jesse stans are called swans
- ranked #3 place in the show because of his singing voice
- rarely posts but when he does it’s the most ethereal, jaw dropping, angelic photo ever
- got the biggest perfume collection
- taught himself the piano and the violin
- his children were born when he was 15
- likes to cook but is very bad at it
- a neat freak for sure
- has a frenemies relationship with robaire
- was born and raised in a farm
- a natural redhead
- is seen as the mom of the group
- was planning to go to college but decided not to because he wanted to be an idol instead
Robaire:
- 11/4/02
- ♏️
- 🇭🇹
- ENFJ
- 🌹
- main vocalist, sub rapper and leader
- trained for 5 years
- robaire stans are called babes
- got #1 place on the survival show with pretty privilege and vibes (and talent of course)
- the richest member in 4town
- went to a posh private school
- people only think he’s just this flirtatious sex symbol but he’s more than that
- has a baby sister named Rosalie
- seen as the dad of the group
- in high school, he would receive love letters and flowers from women and men on valentine’s day
- is surprisingly good at painting
Aaron Z:
- 2/4/03
- ♓️
- 🇨🇳🇺🇸
- ISTP
- 🐱
- main rapper and vocalist
- trained for 6 years
- aaron z stans are called zooms
- got #2 place in the show because he could rap and he was hot
- has a sexy back tattoo
- reads his own fan-fiction
- when asked his ideal type, he said “i don’t really have a preference, not even for gender”
- the members say that he’s a grumpy old man stuck in the body of a boy band heart throb
- is a cat person through and through
- snores very loudly
- was an underground rapper and released music on soundcloud before he got famous
- will sleep through anything and everything
- big fan of tupac, kendrick lamar, missy elliot and lil kim
- suffers from intense anxiety to the point where one time he had to go on hiatus
Aaron T:
- 12/4/03
- ♐️
- 🇧🇷
- ESFP
- 🐯
- main dancer, lead rapper and sub vocalist
- trained for 4 years
- aaron t stans are called tigers
- got #4 place in the show because he’s funny
- has the funniest laugh ever
- always wears a backwards baseball cap
- one time him & Z went live while high
- used to have braces during his debut era
- has a cleft lip
- the group’s happy vitamin
- got his whole right arm tattooed
- undiagnosed audhd
- when people get into 4town they usually think T is the maknae until they see taeyoung
- is the one with the biggest appetite
- learned english through memes
- was raised on the beach
- had a brief crush on one of the older male trainees on star-made
Taeyoung:
- 8/4/04
- ♌️
- 🇰🇷
- INFP
- 🕊️
- lead dancer, vocalist, fotg and maknae
- trained for 1 year (because he was already going to a performance arts school prior)
- taeyoung stans are called doves
- got #5 place on the show due to his aegyo
- would’ve became a veterinarian if he wasn’t a K-pop idol
- has a love-hate relationship with being an idol
- despises doing aegyo with every fiber of his being
- mixes femininity and masculinity into his personal style
- king of dirty jokes
- bleaches his hair so much that people think he’s a natural blonde
- learned english through tiktok
- is very sensitive towards criticism
YALL TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THIS BC ITS GOOD‼️‼️
I love these, ofc I don’t agree with it all, but leaving it there in case it gives someone an idea:)
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♡Intro/Info Post!♡
(No, I am not new here, I only made an intro post just now hagfhsd 💀)
Last updated: 10/22/23
Awawa!! My name is Althea! Im 19 years old!
Im a demigirl! She/They pronouns!
This is a sfw tickle blog! With a lil hint of regular art, reblogs, and other random stuff I decide to put in here.
N$FW BLOGS AND EMPTY BLOGS DNI!!!
Normal-looking/Non-tk themed blogs, interact with caution unless I recognize who you are.
I get a little uneasy when the "normal people" interact with my stuff (due to past experiences--), so please understand. Unless I have a way of seeing that you also interact with tk stuff (ex. Likes and Following), then you might be blocked.
If you do not like what you see, please just click off my blog or even block me if you so desire, and move on with your day <3
Blogs that are 13 and below, or above 25 years of age, interact with caution as well, as im not so comfortable with those ages interacting with me on the internet.
Aside from that, basic DNI criteria is also applied, yall already know. Either way, as long as you give me bad vibes I'll just straight up hit you with the block hammer LMAO
♡Art Info♡
I make both tickle art and normal art! I almost mainly draw my OCs because goddamn I love them all sm-
Though occasionally I will draw rare fandom art if im in the mood 9w9
I DO NOT TAKE FREE REQUESTS UNLESS I STATE OTHERWISE!!!
Also im very sorry if you followed me expecting frequent art posts. Just letting yall know that im not only so goddamn slow at drawing, but also im like demotivated like 60-70% of the time or smth :')
I also like to make shtpost art from time to time HQKSNSJGNS
Commission Status: Closed
Here's my carrd for my commission info! (There are times when I forget to update it, sorriez :'3)
Here's a masterlist of OCs that I currently have references for! (A lot of them are old art am sorry u have to see such cringe hueueue I swear I'll make updated references soon :'D)
#my art is for all of my art in general
#tickle art is for tk-related art only
#shtpost art is for all of my shtposts HJAJFHSJ
#my animations is for all my animation stuff (very little and mainly just tweening animations, don't get your hopes up :"3)
♡Tickle-related Info♡
Im a switch! Pretty sure im ler leaning I think since I've been getting less lee moods lately.
Tickling is entirely just pure fun for me and I love it as a playful way of bonding with someone and as a sign of trust.
If you see it as something s3xual or k1nky then good for you, just please keep me out of it. FYI, I am a s3x-repulsed asexual and most probably in the aromantic spectrum. Your views are your views, my views are my views.
I prefer fictional character tickles more than irl-related tickles. I don't mind them though, but I do definitely have a biased preference hsjghshd (Why else would I be bullying my OCs all the time? /lh /j)
I only do tk roleplays with friends I trust/feel comfortable with. And if I am gonna do rps, they're mostly gonna be OC-related. I only rp as myself towards friends im a lot closer with.
♡Other Info♡
•I've been on tumblr since I wassss mmmaybe 14-15 years old I think? Not entirely sure but I've definitely been here for a while. However I've only started discovering/interacting with the tumblr tk community around 15-16.
•As mentioned previously, I am asexual. Im also either demiromantic or grayromantic. Idk man, finding out your own orientation is hard T-T
•Im still okay with n$fw jokes though. Infact I make a lot of them with my irl friends. Doesn't mean I don't get uncomfy from them, though.
•I am currently in college, which explains why my activity has been so on-and-off lately, so I apologize ⚰
•Im also trying to learn how to animate. So far im just learning basic tweening. But I still got a looooong way to go 💪💀
•Did I mention how much I love my OCs like omigoooosh my blorbos 💖 my honeybun sugarplums ✨🌸 my goofy sillies 🏳️🌈💃 I actively put them through the situations 💥💥💥💥💥 My brain is a circus and my OCs are the clowns 👺🔥
•I can be just,,,,,, a teeeeeny tiny bit chaotic sometimes 👌 :3 (Mutuals can tell you how incredibly normal I ammm <3 /j)
•Despite my chaotic nature tho, im actually super shy and socially awkward towards people im not as close to. Aside from that im also introverted. I try my best to be sociable though, but when it comes to dms n stuff is when I start to get a liiiiil anxious, but I promise im trying :'D
•I don't really reblog/interact with that much controversy sht. I used to before but now im looking after my mental health so liiiiiike, im keeping my distance to be more healthy ykkkk?
•Im sorry but there's no way im making a fandom list, I can barely even remember half of the stuff I like :'D Just know that 45% are animes, 45% are video games, and 10% of it is other random stuff hsjghsj
•I don't really have any other main socials aside from discord. I don't really join tk servers anymore though due to bad experiences with some that heavily affected my mental health, so yeaaaaaah :"D
If you read through all of this, have el gato :3
#omg look I finally did it after fcking years of being on this hellsite I finally made an intro post YIPPIEEEEEE#now I don't have to clog up the tumblr bio with all my sht GAJGNSKGNS#tickle#tickling#tickle art#my art#my ocs#anyway- *proceeds to turn my tumblr bio into a shtpost area HAJGJSFN*
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STAR TREK: DISCOVERY | S1E5
"Choose Your Pain"
[I will react to each episode individually and in full, raw reception and then post as is unrevised here onto my tumblr for the full span of every and all NuTrek episodes and series that have been and will be released. If this falls under your field of interest - I welcome your company in joining me. Enjoy the ride.]
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yeah i still dont like a black woman being "someone to fear burnham"
idk guess we'll see.
hmm
i feel like there could be something in that telescope
oml this view into the bridge and other facilities onboard discovery at the start of this episode is SO PRETTYYY
let me LIVE. there.
oh this is weird
oh so
space bear gets the titty stab but not burnham XD ofc ofc
awww space bear depressed
let him outttt
id be depressed too, stuck in there
with only a slop bucket and no moss in sight :/
ayyyyeee vulcan aboardd
also why katrina's eyes are so red
is she ok?
bruh i been preoccupied by tardigrades too
um
ok lorca, mr. isaac clarke over here with your eye stabbery
i kinda like lorca's face. hes so "f everything idgaf"
oh my god
the scale of the ship next to the shuttlepod
beat em up
oh crap
hmm
hes gone
so acting captain'll be saru
thatll be interesting
ugh i love this intro
theres this
feeling of utter suspension hearing and seeing it
ugh seeing discovery fly through all these things and spin its so nice
ugh the handssssssssssss
i love the measurements and all these things
and the constellations left behind ugh
so much to see
look at saruuuu
cant wait till he frkn understands burnham's previous decisions and can stop treating her so blah
i love his eyes
WHO
ARCHER
JONATHAN
AAAA
PIKE CHRISTOPHER
OH FUCKKKKK
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AND THEN
IT WILL BE
you know.
you know.
YOU.
KNOW.
oh my god ok shaking okokokokok
MUDD
DID YOU JUST SAY YOUR NAME IS MUDD
MUDDDDDDDDDDD
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
oh my god this is so cool
oh dang.
this poor guy.
he was just in there to get foot in face.
you sure are mudd. you sure do do that survivin.
hi stamets.
lmaooooo
he knows hes brilliant - get it stamets
own that shit
it is kind of odd hearing burnham say such praise haha
oh yeah its all BURNHAMS fault uhuh.
cool to see some lone captain scenes
its so odd to see such serious lighting in a trek production.
listen.
this is still all so NEW to me k.
this guy ash tyler is pretty
what is that
its cute but also id be way to scared to come anywhere near that thing
ughhh this outside shot of ncc discovery is so PRETTY
thats so
interesting?
warp freeways because of space shrooms.
damn.
im with it.
DI
DID
DID
DID
THE
THEY
USE
THE
F
WORD
ON
S T A R T R E K ????
DID THEY FUCKING USE THE FUCKING F BOMB ON FUCKING STAR TREK, ON THE FUCKING STAR TREK ARE YOU FUCKING SHITTING ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW HOLY FUCK
I
DID
NOT
I DID NOT
HEAR THAT.
my fucking mandible fell off when i heard that.
i cannot believe what i just witnessed.
i cannot believe my ears.
not even AOS did the "fuck".
oh my god "fuck" is canon in trek.
that brought tears to my eyes hang on yall holy. shit…
ima table that cuz i cant get over that idk when i can
wow
saru has the perfect voice
its so saru.
its really cool to see his face like this
the prosthetic is so great.
it looks more real than (almost) anything pure cgi.
cuz it IS real.
i love it.
beautiful example of practical effects.
beautiful execution.
also sorry but "predator"?
really…?
i dont appreciate burnham's treatment at all when its already bad enough that black women are almost always represented racially or with such a societal disdain cuz fucking EVERYONE hates black women.
it is what critically annoys me in this series above all else so far :/
also sorry but WHAT THE FUCK DID STEWART DO
HOW DARE YOU FUCKING THROW IT
FUCK. YOU.
#LorcaNotMyCaptain
ugh not again with the titty stabbers.
dude.
this is slavery.
let the fucking space bear go.
look what you did to it.
he shriveled up to survive.
i HATE the treatment of other lifeforms in this series so far.
CRACK IT OPEN?
fuck you saru.
fuck you too stamets.
man everyone is so unlikeable.
thats another issue i have in this show so far
almost everyone is unlikeable af.
i didnt get to know phillipa that much so not much to say.
burnham is so standoffish, idk if we have anough time to unravel her dimensionally.
sylvia is kind of more annoying than endearing.
lorca is lorca. ofc i dont like him (except i DO like an unperfect captain - i just wonder if hes redeemable).
stamets is so catty like i get it yes be proud of your ideas that people might be ignorant towards but bruh still theres not enough good quality to counterbalance it so far.
saru looks cool sure but hes so blatantly crass towards even other non-human lifeforms when he himself is non-human, cuz sry all that "crack it open" bullshit is gross af, desperation or not. i would NOT want him as my acting captain, ill say that, no matter how pretty he might be.
i like ash tyler the most so far.
i mean i get it its only episode 5 of 15 in s1 of 5 seasons - but still maybe im not too used to this many characters simultaneously being difficult to connect with.
im gonna wait and see if this all develops.
saru's feet.
are hooflike
his hands are so expressive
his shape is so
hes so lank.
im SO impressed with how amazing he looks up close.
i can SEE the subsurface scattering of his skin
and the blood in his veins
yeah please.
we need this small talk with saru.
thanks.
k. i needed to see this redemptive quality in saru and co.
cuz the getgo, everyones so adverse to alignment and connectivity
poor space bear
i really hope you will be happy out there, mossie.
youre FREEEE
oh my god.
space bear just warped.
oh my god WARPING space bear.
i need a plushie of it.
mossie.
stamets and doc.
they gay for each other.
they hubbies.
they are literally brushing teeth together.
yeuip.
they gay.
mhm.
for sure.
wow.
first ever fucking explicitly gay couple in star trek.
and it took this FUCKING long.
i aint talking about TOS yall, we all know the love story that is the first 4 seasons + 6 classic films + 3 alternate reality films of Star Trek k - i just mean very literal and established archetypically, that makes sense.
about fucking time.
IDIC is literally mother gay but this took half an entire century to fucking show a gay couple onscreen.
fuck me.
k well.
SNW Season 2 and 3, dont let us down.
Im going to fucking die if theres even a wisp of something near Lower Deck's "K+S" carving scene.
i digress.
alright DISCO, ima see how you unpack all this universal animosity, cuz damn are you thick with it in the first entire third of your first season.
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Happy new year everyone!!! Admittedly I suck at expressing myself so you'll have to forgive me if this comes across as a raw and chaotic mess lol. I'm not tagging the names either cause I'm a coward
It was incredibly fun running this blog!!! I never thought it last this long– and if probably wouldn't have it weren't for leftdestiny-post/shiro commenting on a fic haha (≧▽≦). Then I met some wonderful people, starting with like crying anon and their beloved elf darling, poptartthings, thatanonthatabsolutelyroastedtighnari, 😋 anon, veni, 🐠 anon, my mom exiled and hoo my brain is seriously a mess rn i can't type properly but i swear yall mean everything to me it's just that my aunts and uncles are all using the karaoke rn I can't hear my own thoughts but I need to write these all down before i pass out hAHAHHA (ꏿ﹏ꏿ;) they're singing victims of love rn, idk if it's my heartbeat or the speaker anymore send help–
each of yall make me always look forward to waking up the next morning! Ranging from Assistant ✾ & esther anon trying to survive, brosch and their wonderful designs (i often imagine brosch and capitano just drawing designs in silent honestly, couple goals), bakery wondering how to calm dottore, 🐠 and mochi's drawings– you're all wonderful people!! Seriously still can't believe I got noticed my romanticaa and zhongrin what. I still get so nervous when interacting with both help hAHAHAH.
2022 did not feel real for many reasons, pretty sure I'm already dead and Faceless!Ayato buried me somewhere. Y'all are fun af. 🌠 anon idk how you're doing, but shoutout to you too for somehow reading my first diluc fic and going "yeah might as well see where this writer's career will lead". I wonder how many of yall are in the same position as them cause wtf man how are tall tolerating my idiotic writings hAHAHAHHA
((Just wanna shoutout poptart again cause mom idk what I'm gonna do with that 4 dollar tip 😭))
🐠, exiled and veni were my real highlight for OCMC. The alhaitham slanders– the betrayal– lmao i was just cackling like the gremlin that i am when I read exiled's ask after the last chapter I uploaded lmao. And signora-fanboy's reblog tags were funny too lol
It was fun cooping with exiled!!! It was fun reblogging jokes with zhongrin (and making me brainrot mafia!dain dhshdjwj)!!! I was so happy T^T!!!
And this december i get to talk to riabef and watatsumii too and they're both wholesome and lowkey/highkey chaotic i love you both! Where the heck am I even going with this message my braincells are not working BUT yeah my point is that it's so awesome that even as the year's about to end I still end up meeting new blessings in life 😭😭😭
I'll just shorten this part: I used to be a major loner. It's just that since my elementary days I've just come to expect a pattern that I'm friends with someone for a year until they move out of the country. It's like I was cursed with that happening every time until I just always expect people to have an expiration date lmao. Hence, I just wanna thank my irl friends Purple and Orange Friend/a-dose-of-phitre for being my longest best friends. They gave me confidence and no I'm not crying rn shut up. Idk why yall stuck with me. Wait no I do know the answer it's cause you both want someone to bully 😭 but to bully me for 6 and now going 7 years??? Aren't you both tired???
With that in mind– i SERIOUSLY DON'T KNOW WHY YOU GUYS ARE SO NICE TO ME 😭😭😭I PROBABLY MENTIONED THAT A LOT BUT WHY ARE YOU GUYS NICE??? I DON'T DESERVE THAT WHEN I'M WRITING YOU ANONS TO SUFFER– IDK HOW TO PAY THOSE KINDNESS BACK YALL DON'T MAKE ANOTHER "gatorade milo rice discourse" SCENARIO 😭
Man i need to stop typing my body's last hurrah is fast approaching. Can't wait to read this tomorrow and go "there are so many grammar mistakes here not even grammarly would make an attempt to understand this mess" hAHAHAHAH
Okay, okay, yeahhh
Happy new year everyone!!! I'm gonna wait like 21 more minutes and wait till the world does a factory reset for 2023. Hope yall have a wonderful year!!! Enjoy the fireworks!!! Yoimiya worked hard for those 😤
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armies/sleepers: newly debuted 'tae lookalike' posts selcas & some army’s reactions are kinda..??
tldr: newly debuted boygroup member posts pics on twt, bc he looks like tae armies find it & start being weird af in the replies n qrts..🤕
ouu they gone get me..
so this guy is kwonhyeop from the bg waker. he was in pd101 and debuted 2 weeks ago, but was already getting attention predebut for looking like tae:
then he posted these pics:
and armies found it, but the reactions it got are so??🤥 why are we talking abt this man like he isnt a real person who sees these things..??
some people clocked it but the damage has been done, theyre about to ratio the poor guy🤕
☆ my opinion
well lets not lie and say they dont look similar. once you look at him long enough the differences become clearer, but at certain angles and when u see him for the first time, the resemblance is def strong. but that does NAWT excuse all this bullshit.. the military comments are so silly when u think about why and how bts are enlisting like they literally insisted on going when they couldve been exempted at any time of day. “tae really needs an exemption from the military” girl LMFAO the man wants to serve so let him. tae would fight this man to be where hes at rn so can yall please stop w these tired, ran thru, unfunny jokes that not even bts would chuckle at.. nobody but u & ur corny followers are giggling like plz let it rest.
but back to the guy, u can tell that’s just his face, however he or his company may be styling his hair/eye makeup to look more like tae. hes their debut mv thumbnail & seems to be the fotg.. i dont put anything past these small companies & u can lowkey see this strategy is working, bc their followers have gone up since yesterday. some armies desperately missing V oppa😣💔 may actually tune into him bc of this. & good for him, i'm sure he's a great guy, i just hope it’s his choice if he’s being marketed this way..
if it is a marketing tactic then this kind of reaction should've been expected. but im still kinda baffled at why some armies are acting like this is a bad thing bc.. why are yall demonizing & harassing people who are showing your fav’s impact?? if u were an idol who kinda looked like such a successful person in the same field, why wouldnt u capitalize off it..?? especially in such an appearance oriented industry, he’s kinda real for that. these reactions just show they dont view him as an actual person like this is not something to get evil over🤥 theyre acting like he said fuck taehyung and his momma in that tweet i SWEAR its not that srs. tae is fine, this man is fine, everyone's fine lets be calm
anyways their debut album is pretty good ! tune in here :
not done listening but spirit & dash ate
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Writing 101 with your favorite queer (EDITED)
Writing is h a r d .
If you think writing is easy, then I'm going to ask you if you've ever WRITTEN A STORY BEFORE because clearly, you're oblivious af.
Writing isn't just w r i t i n g a s t o r y, it's late nights trying to figure out how the fuck to write this moment, it's sleep deprivation to puzzle this character over, it's scribbling ideas down, it's questioning whether your writing is GOOD or not and whether anyone would actually want to read it, it's staring at your google doc or word doc and thinking, "Is this worth it? Maybe I should just quit ahead of time."
It's so many things, but it's not fucking EASY.
Which is why I'm writing this post for y'all. Let's be clear, I don't know everything about writing. I'm in progress, still trying to figure shit out, but I thought I might share what I've learned with you through a very, very painful process.
So ✨here we go✨
One of the things about writing is that everyone has different methods. Here's mine. Use it or not. It's up to you.
I know a lot of people who don't plan their writing out are gonna be screaming at me, but I've found out that having at least a basic plan, if not the simplest plan EVER formed by just a few bullet points really helps.
I'll give you an example (which is miraculous themed because I'm pretty sure everyone at least KNOWS what miraculous is)
Marinette goes to school
Alya gushes to her about this "cool new girl" that has arrived
Marinette reaches school and discovers the new girl is Lila Rossi
shenanigans ensue. Adrien is the only one who isn't clueless. Lie la is a bitch, as usual (what is new?)
Okay, this example was pretty crappy, but you get the idea. It doesn't even have to be an exact copy of what's gonna happen in your story, just the general idea and a few more plot points. Doing this when I'm bored, whether in my sketchbook or on a google doc, really helps. For one, I can just write down a bunch of shitty ideas and later go through them and decide which ones are the least crappy to put in my fanfic.
I'm a planning person, but I don't go super crazy when planning out a chapter. I've heard of some people creating the most intricate plans EVER for their story, and well, sorry, but that just DOESN'T work for me. This method is a lot more simpler, and it's not totally crazy.
(hopefully)
Also, if you're writing a story based on a tv show or book series(*cough percy jackson *cough) Then I find it INCREDIBLY helpful to write down a list of all of the minor characters i want to include in my story, because let's be real, I'm pretty sure I'd forget after like a day.
And I've read too many stories with only the main characters and there being like one mention of a minor character. (*cough GROVER *cough)
So spare your innocent readers (not really) and use this method.
Welp, that's it! I'm sorry this ran on for so long guys, I had a lot to say and wanted to elaborate on it enough so that it made sense. If you actually read through this shit pile of a post, then TYSM IT REALLY MEANS A LOT.
Stay safe, don't fall into a deep, dark hole of depression that you can't get out of, and I'll see ya later~
EDIT:
Hi guys! It's been a few months since I stepped into the world of tumblr and wrote this post. After that i kinda forgot about tumblr with the existential crisis that is school and basic stress, so ....sorry bout that.
Thank you to the two people who liked this post, it means a lot <3
As usual, your girl is here to give some more tips that i learned over those few months i was incognito.
2. Brain dump, second draft, third draft, fourth draft...
I dont know if yall have heard of the brain dump in writing. I recently found about it when despertely researching ways to improve my crappy writing. Basically, a brain dump is when you take all of your ideas and write them down on paper or a google doc or whatever you use. I thought it was a pretty good idea, but i kind of already told you guys this with my previous tip above.
SO I REMODELED IT YOU'RE WELCOME
MY version is that you do a brain dump but in the form of a really messy, chaotic first draft. Write whatever you want using the ideas you have, and you dont even have to put proper dialouge. I find that i obsesse way too much over dialogue, so with my brain dump, i just leave blank spaces where the dialogue should be and put that in the second draft, which is a much more organized version of the brain dump.
THAT WAY, you can have all of your ideas down and begin to edit them into a slightly better piece of artistic creativity. I haven't tried this out myself, so im not sure how reliable it is. if you want to try this out, drop a comment telling me how it went.
Im pretty sure that's it. There isn't much esle to say, and im sure yall are familar with the "first draft, second draft" concept thingie so i dont have to explain that bit.
Again, sorry about my long absence. I would promise to do this more often, but im pretty sure i wont be able to keep that promise, so . . .
anyways, have a great day and ill see you soon (hopefully!)
:)
#creative writing#writing in general#writing is haaaaaaaaard#your resident queer is dropping facts here listen up#planning is okay sometimes#percy jackson#miraculous ladybug#writing 101 class#i should become a teacher yES IM THAT GOOD SHUT UP
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Hello Lui I would like to see the dergins :] -late
HIIIIIII!!!!!! sorry yall I actually passed out last night before I could answer BUT IT'S A BRIGHT NEW DAY AND I AM EXCITED TO SHOW
So these are all the mcyt dragons I have as of right now, Joe and Cleo are fully finished if you don't count scenes and familiars! I started keeping track of this project in Evil X's bio yesterday and I since I returned pretty recently to the game from my hiatus, I am back with ambitions and remaking all the old morphologies and outfits I had,, -_-
And here are some closeups!
This is Joe, and I am lowkey planning to make him a skin too one day to give him the iconic @ on his chest but I am struggling big time with making the skin in Krita so maybe someday later T , T he was one of my first projects on the site and I think he's actually one of my best dragons
This is Cleo, and she was one of my really big projects that I am pretty sure I posted about before a lot! some of the colors didn't turn out as I planned but I was too lazy to do a breeding project to get accurately colored dragons so this was alright too!
The rest are the dragons I am only planning!! I do not have them yet but god i wish I did,,
Zedaph!! he's going pretty slowly, I've had this scry/outfit for ages but I haven't really started on him yet,,, I think he will be my next project after Grian though!
Grian! spent all night tonight planning him out,,, I have even already found some candidates for the project!! The wings caused me a lot of pain, I was originally thinking of going for a more parrot coloring, but the only combinations I could find with coatls were pretty ugly and I didn't like them,,, here are my trials and tribulations below
And finally, GOODTIMESWITHSCAR!!! Anguish and suffering on earth from the fact that fedoras cover the eyes. He's just a dream so far so I don't know if I will actually manage to get a Nature dragon for this and I haven't looked into the options, but I think he could be possible, his colors are pretty common and I don't need ultra-specific shades of brown!
I plan to scry the rest of the hermits as well, and hopefully start working on them more, but this will be a looooong grind.... worst of all my main lair also has plenty of unfinished dragons too y_y but I am determined and this will serve me well when I am bored and need to scry some dragons/outfits! I think it would be cool if for each hermit dragon I would have several outfits in the bio :3
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I posted 17,452 times in 2022
That's 5,112 more posts than 2021!
214 posts created (1%)
17,238 posts reblogged (99%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@chaoticeddie
@ellynneversweet
@niimuue
@too-easily-obsessed
@derinthescarletpescatarian
I tagged 4,347 of my posts in 2022
#via shitposts - 202 posts
#frogs for liza - 197 posts
#if i had to see this then so do yall - 179 posts
#wwdits spoilers - 30 posts
#lmao - 29 posts
#omg - 20 posts
#i- - 16 posts
#:') - 16 posts
#gnu terry pratchett - 16 posts
#temeraire - 13 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#im no expert but pls my lived experience is v e r y different to that of a black person in america and i wish americans would stop painting
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
hmmmmm
interesting that my post on the cross-stitch subreddit about supporting the Etsy strike was removed... by a mod who is a very successful Etsy seller who is NOT participating in the strikes at all
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
(cross stitch peeps, i am tagging it as such in case anyone has insights, but please don't reblog, i really don't want drama. please do reblog the other posts you see about etsy strikes tho, and if you can think of some way to make it ~relevant~ for the subreddit, please do lmk and i'll try again)
idk im just like. our hobby seems so innocuous and harmless in every possible way but nothing exists in a sociopolitical vacuum and it's disingenuous to pretend that isn't the case. things that affect our small business owners are important to the entire community.
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#4
everything everywhere all at once said "you'll push your kids to their breaking point for what you think is their own good but all you'll achieve is to push them away from you" and "no matter how hard you try to encircle them in traditional values and concepts you understand, they'll still pull away from you" and "the only way to move past this is for both of you to truly listen to each other" and that is so very, very sexy of them
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#3
so an Observation TM I made recently is that in Western love poetry/devotional works/etc, the beloved or the divine tends to be referred to as a shining light or a feeling of warmth or something along those lines, whereas in the (albeit limited amount of) Indian art I'm familiar with, the beloved/divine is a gentle breeze or a cooling shade
I think this is a really good example of fundamental cultural differences that are baked in so deep that you'd never even notice them - I didn't until I was out with my family in one morning, already 25 degrees C at 9am, and saw a tree to stand under, and something in my brain went Ah
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#2
ok so i know im very very late to the party but i can't stop thinking about isabela's line: 'he told me that my power would grow like the grapes that thrive on the vine', specifically the word 'grapes'. was this bruno's word or isabela's, chosen simply to sensibly rhyme 'vine' with 'mine' or with a deeper meaning?
remember, all we see isabela create until what else can i do? is flowers. beautiful, sure, but probably not useful for all that much beyond being decorative, whereas grapes are a food, can be used to make wine, and are considered to have minor healing properties (i'm referring to the idea of bringing sick people grapes to make them feel better or at least refreshed). so they're far more practically useful than just flowers, with aspects of hedonism (wine) and healing (perhaps a shout-out to isabela being julieta's daughter, though i acknowledge that that link is tenuous at best).
so is this actually bruno suggesting/isabela wishing for a role for her that's more than the perfect, decorative flower-growing golden child role that she gets pushed into? the 'something true' that she describes in what else can i do? a representation of something more meaningful and three-dimensional than just growing pretty, ephemeral flowers? what else can i do? does feature only flowering plants, it's true, but they're far more diverse than the traditionally elegant and pretty flowers she grows before that, (and she does grow strangling figs in what else can i do?) and it's not a great stretch to imagine that she continues exploring her powers to see if she can grow fruit, grains, herbs/medicinal plants, timber, etc etc, as well
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My #1 post of 2022
Bit late but I made Xmas presents for my whole family :)
@ellynneversweet i think u know what reminded me to put this up
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Thinking about Midnight Motorist again?
Ah, John’s post got me thinking... https://twitter.com/JohnAndrewYT/status/1625039396251508739?s=20&t=dnyVnduqcUVp3RS7aa22HA
He is gonna do a video soon, so please go watch it. His theories are like my last thread keeping me interested in the franchise’s discussion honestly--because he presents new takes or new evidence to support old takes.
My wife @katvara has always been adamant that Orange Guy / Mustard Man is Henry... and I’m starting to be on board with that theory.
The game does indeed take place “later that night” after Charlie’s murder. However, I always wondered where the flying fuck was Henry when his daughter was left “alone” at the pizzeria to die? Sure, the Security Puppet was watching the children, the staff was probably not giving two shits but supposed to be watching the children...
But if we play as Henry, perhaps something upset him. Maybe his wife was thinking of leaving him? (Or perhaps, any friendship with William was starting to unravel). So, he goes to get drunk, cuz why not? Drives home.
We see maybe a very annoyed Mrs. Emily. The girl’s room is empty because Charlotte is at the pizzeria. God damn I’m rusty getting FNAF 4 confused with MM. I’m tired, yall. Don’t write theories past midnight! [A lot of people suspect this is the same house in FNAF 4 but never bring up the girl’s room anyway... Heck, if the paralells are to be believed in FF books, Elizabeth got sent away / ran away from home...] But STILL, I think it would be interesting to consider. (Yeah, I know this seems odd; why wouldn’t anyone be asking about her? But I’ll pose this stretch nonetheless. You COULD argue Henry just found out she was murdered a few hours prior--this explains how the other child (who I’m positing as Sammy) is “having a bad night” and the wife seems nonchalant because she’s in shock.
Sammy probably loved to run off to the restaraunt as much as any kid whose dad worked at the pizzeria would. This would explain why the child wants to go (as one thing with BV is that he is scared of the animatronics always bothered me; he has no reason to want to run off, except from an abusive father).
Yeah, we have to use Novel Trilogy lore, I’m sorry. And yeah, it differs from the book a bit, even.
But whose to say William, with either the Glitchtrap suit (the rain and the Springlocks still bothers me) lead Sammy away? Sammy would be familiar with Spring Bonnie (or Glitchtrap--I’m adamant this is an old suit William made as a prototype at one point) and probably go pretty willingly.
Anyway, my point is... In the novels, the wife takes Sammy and leaves (presumably). But in the games, maybe she didn’t get the chance. Maybe William killed Sammy, too. I can see people not harping on Henry for bringing him up later in 6 if this was the case--perhaps they weren’t as close for some reason. There really isn’t that good of an explanation except that Charlotte was murdered first and therefore hurt a little more. Can you imagine finding out your daughter died, probably getting grilled in a police station for hours, only to go home and have to face your family that was already falling apart? :o (And I believe I said in my original post how I couldn’t believe Henry would be... well, as angry as Mustard Man, but... Well, he is far from the saint we all make him out to be! I didn’t really realize that, then... Also, someone who grew up with an alcoholic father and has seen their best friend’s life fucked up by an alcoholic stepfather... yeah, they can be nasty people when they drink.)
Lastly, I think it makes Henry’s appearance in FNAF 6 more striking as it would be foreshadowed here.
View my original thoughts on MM I’ve completely forgotten about, here:
https://at.tumblr.com/partnersatfazbear/midnight-motorist-an-essay/e8oe8tee56qc
IDK, I can see how there’s a lot of stretches in this theory, but I still think it could work. Thoughts?
#midnight motorist#fuhnaff#fnaf theory#part 2#sammy#the silver eyes#spoilers#henry emily#william afton
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Capricorn Season Chapter Twenty
Due to the pause in publishing, I will be feeding yall a couple posts today. Enjoy! Word count: 8k
Table of Contents
"You ready?" I looked at Jimmy, who was standing in front of the mirror fixing his hair. His nimble fingers toyed with the scarf around his neck, checking to be sure it looked perfect. He's obsessed with the perception of perfection, it seems. He's always checking his hair out, making us late because he wants to look nice. I admire his attention to detail and I appreciate his preoccupation with appearances, but I can't help but see it as a response to his constant need to feel secure. If the outside isn't equitable then everything is lost.
"Yeah."
"You're going to be hot in that. You should change."
"You're telling me what I can wear now, huh?" He turned to me, hands on his hips.
"Yeah, I am. I promise you'll thank me later."
"I'm only changing because I want to, not because you told me to."
"Okay, whatever you say."
It took another twenty minutes for him to be ready. I guess he took his time poking around in my suitcase. "Jimmy, those are my jeans and my t-shirt!"
"We share." He said simply, making his way to the door.
We exited the hotel, walking with our hands brushing together. I respected his disdain for PDA, although I wanted desperately to hold his hand or touch him in any way. I don't know what his issue with it is, but I won't push it. I guess we all have boundaries, and I've learned not to knock into those. "It's such a nice day out. Much better than London. Oh, how I've missed the California heat."
"I feel like I'm melting." When I looked at him, I saw the disgust on his face. His lips were downturned into a grimace, his brow coming together and a squint in his eyes. All he was missing was a cane, and he would've been a grouchy old man. He already has the hunch on his back.
"I think if I wore makeup I would melt. I'd look like a Dali painting." We shared a laugh at my artistic reference, then slipped into a quiet lull until we reached the shop.
The Oakland Equinox was scrawled in the large white swirly font on the shop window. When we entered, my eyes spotted the clientele. Everyone in the store was either wearing long ornate robes or brightly colored bell bottoms and tube tops. Incense smoke filled the air, clouding my nose and vision. It was a light and floral scent, perhaps violet. Jimmy quickly found the book section, as usual, and rifled through the shelves. As his lithe fingers danced around the spines of old books, I busied myself with the crystals. Not that I needed them anymore, but they were so pretty, that I had to indulge myself. I picked out a large chunk of amethyst and carnelian. This would hopefully bring me some courage. God knows I need it. He finally caught up to me, carrying an armful of books. "Jesus, are you buying a whole shelf?"
"Actually, yes, I did. I picked out every piece of Crowley material they had." I rolled my eyes and we put our things on the counter. This time there was no fuss over who was paying. I slapped some cash onto the counter, staring at him proudly, a smirk planted on my face.
"You're impossible." He spoke when we were on the street, headed back into the California heat. I hadn't realized how cool the shop was until we were thrust back into the volcanic conditions. Perhaps he was correct about the melting. "You know you love me!" I clasped my hands together, looking at him through my batting lashes, my chin pressed to my shoulder. "Well, of course, I do. You're a sweet treat." He patted my head, a small offer of love. It was endearing, if not a little weird.
We had been walking for no less than five minutes when my day went sour. Despite the sweat pricking on my forehead, the Summer heat seemed to break, the unrelenting sweltering coming to a halt as my eyes met dark features. I double, and triple-checked, to make sure I wasn't being crazy. It was him, in all his 6'3, Scorpio glory. Dominic Stephens. When my eyes set on him, I could feel the immediate heat in my chest. I felt like a figure in Stonehenge, the wind blowing through my hollow body. Panic jolted through me, working from my feet to the top of my head. Every part of me was charged and nervous, shaking and sweating. I was sweltering hot under the heat of the sun and the raging fire in my body, but I was shivering with gooseflesh prickling down my arms. I felt like vomiting. Seeing him filled me with the worst feeling, one of dread and absolute desolation. The world was coming to a halt, not in the way it did when Jimmy and I were alone, but in a way that felt like the apocalypse was starting in my body.
I wanted to hit him. I wanted to scream and kick and fight. But I held it back. I held back with every piece of me, draining my energy and patience. I thought I'd never see him again. After we went our separate ways I thought that would be the end of it. I also thought I was through with him. I thought we were dried ink on a page that had turned long ago. But it seemed we weren't. The ink was wet as the day it was written, smeared across the pages of my weary body. There were no tears, I would not weep for him, not so openly. But there was panic and rage, something he'd made me feel many times.
I tried to avoid him at first, hiding behind a tree. But that only caused more ruckus. "What are you doing, darling?" Jimmy found me, pulling me by my arm. I dug my heels into the dirt, acting like a dog who didn't want to come inside. I did all but growl as I fought him. "Oh, love, I've stepped in gum!" This stir caused Dominic to swivel in his position, now ogling at me. I know he saw me too. Our eyes locked, for only a moment. I looked away as soon as I found them, hoping he wouldn't take it as an invitation. But he was good at showing up at just the wrong time. He was always the most pleasant of unwelcome visitors, stepping in flower beds and tracking mud down the hall. But he did so with the most charming of smiles.
"Gwen!" His arms were extended by his side, his brows raised in surprise. And he was wearing that stupid smile. The same one that I previously had fallen for. But now that I had more wisdom and greater self-esteem, it was no longer charming. It was like being pricked by a pin. The sun ripped through the clouds, beaming brightly, and warmed his dark skin, being absorbed by its color. His curly hair was short to his scalp and bleached blond. This was a new look. To my chagrin, I had to admit that it did suit him. "Hi." I smiled tersely, pulling my lips into a barely suitable shape.
"How have you been? How long has it been? What, three years?"
"Something like that." I didn't answer his question fully. Before he could ask anything else Jimmy found us, saving me in the process. "I've got it, thankfully. Wouldn't want to be there all day. Oh, hello, who's this?" I could see the gears in his head working as his eyes grazed past Dom. "This is Dominic Stephens, I've told you about him before."
"Oh, yes, I suppose you have. I'm Jimmy, Gwen's boyfriend." He extended a hand, being the ever-present English gentleman. They exchanged hand sweat, then pulled away shortly after colliding. "So what have you been up to? I see you're with a... new crowd."
"Oh, yes, a new crowd. I-"
"We're actually on tour. It's been lovely, I think. Guinevere is our photographer." He cut me off, his eyes slanting into an intense stare. I've seen him do this when being interviewed or having his photo taken when he doesn't want it. "Tour? What kind of tour?" His voice was falsely inquisitive, he just wanted to dig for more information. "A musical tour."
"Oh, like Broadway? You don't look like the dancing type." I cracked a smile, pressing my knuckle to my lips to stop a laugh from coming forth. "You'll have to forgive his ignorance. Dominic is more of the... studious type. He didn't know who The Beatles were until 1967."
"I play guitar for a group called Led Zeppelin."
"Really? I think I've heard of y'all. Some say you're pretty good. Heard you played well at some pop festivals."
"Oh, yes, we quite like playing those. Always a good time." Now Jimmy was wearing his awkward smile, the thin-lipped excuse he wears when he's finished talking to someone. "How are you, Gwen?" He asked, turning his attention back to me. "I'm doing well. I've got a real photography job, thankfully." I held up my camera, giving a smile.
"Oh, no more small galleries for you!" His jab at our breakup hit me right where it hurt. The pink and tender fleshy wound was scratched, threatening to open back up. Seeing him again ripped the band-aid right off, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. He could see this and used it to his advantage. He always had an uncanny ability to see when I was down and assess just how to kick me. "Nope, I'm in the big leagues now. I have a manager and everything." I parried his attempt at a dig. "Well isn't that great? Jimmy, have you been to any of her shows?"
"Well, no, actually she hasn't had any shows. I think she's working more freelance these days. Been the subject plenty of times, though."
"Awe, isn't that nice? I recall nights in my dorm, spent taking polaroids. Good times, truly."
"Yes, I suppose so." They were acting like animals. Specifically Jimmy. I thought little of Dom and had seen firsthand just how low he was willing to stoop. But Jimmy was more civilized, or so I thought. "Well, I won't keep you any longer. It was great to see you, and great to meet you. Hope I run into you again soon." I nodded, wanting this painful and slow torture to finally end. Just when I thought the moment was over, he had to get one last jab in. "Oh, and Gwen, tell your mother I said hello." He then turned on his heel and made his way in the opposite direction, taking all of the breath from my chest with him.
It was silent for a moment as I tried my best to regain normal breathing. Jimmy broke the tranquility first. "What a gobby sod." A chortle rumbled in my throat, tickling its way up to my mouth. "What? He is."
"Of course, he is," I continued to laugh, "but you weren't much better. Awe, I'm the guitarist for Led Zeppelin. Look at me, I'm so famous and cool." I mocked his silky lilt. "I thought I was at least less shameless than him. Bringing up dorm room photoshoots, like that holds a candle to what we have. That man, that boy, is obsessed with you. Why else would he try so hard to muck me about and cut you down?"
"He's just a dick. That's what he does. Whether you were Mohandas Gandhi or a construction worker, he'd try his best to put you down. It's what he's best at."
"I suppose you're right. But it still pissed me off that he was rude to you. And for what? Over some relationship, you had when you were 20. Get over it, mate." He said. "Well, I'm not going to disagree with that. But I've never seen you so riled up." I nudged his side with my elbow. "I couldn't just stand there. I had to protect my girl." We shared a smile and he wrapped his arm around me.
When we returned to the hotel, I just wanted to lay in bed. I wanted to be swallowed whole by the mass of blankets and pillows, never to return to the land of the non-duvet people. But I had a job to do and frames to shoot.
William told me my work was fantastic so far. I'd sent him two rolls of film and I didn't even have to develop it! It was instead sent to someone who has the job I used to have. Some sorry intern who has lost all hope in finding a sustainable career in photography. Well, sucks to suck, because I am living the dream!
"Will you be here until I get back from soundcheck? I planned on coming back for something to eat before the show, and I didn't know what your plans were." Jimmy asked.
"No, I'll be fine here." I didn't take my eyes off the report William sent. It was about shooting locations, lighting rigs, and a guide on how to interact with clients. All the stuff I needed to learn for my plans. I needed a steady stream of gigs when I returned to London. Will said he'd arrange them, but I needed to do some research first. Jimmy took the book of laminated pages out from under my eyes, tossing it onto the bed. "I'm going to need more than that if I won't be seeing you for three hours."
"Alright." I rolled my eyes and stood to meet his height. His arms embraced me, pulling my chest flush to his. He was warm and smelled good. Like a mix of citrus and the equinox shop, with a hint of sweat from the California sun. I went to pull away but he held me in place. "I'm not finished just yet."
"Fine." I feigned annoyance but enjoyed his romantic whimsy. I leaned into his lips and kissed them. When I pulled away, he was wearing a peaceful expression. The lids of his eyes were fastened to a closed position, occluding my view of the expansive marshes that lie just beyond the thin skin. "Much better," he started, his lashes fluttering to give way to the deep tunnels of mossy green, "I feel rejuvenated. You could wake a dying man with those lips. Magical, absolutely magical."
I felt a tingle creeping up my shoulders, an intoxicating feeling washing over me. The craters of his eyes were in perfect contrast to the rest of his face. He was angelic, a cherubic portrait, but his eyes were piercing and intense. They showed his wisdom and renowned, otherworldly demeanor. "You are too sweet to me." I flicked the tip of my index finger onto his nose, giving it a gentle touch. A smile spread across his lips, warming my entire body like a summer day spent outside. His hands were still clasped in mine, his fingers brushing against my knuckles as he toyed with the silver ring resting on my left hand.
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"I don't want to go. I'm too high to deal with this." I buried my face in the pages of my manual. He pelted me with responsibilities, forcing me from the bed. "I don't care. You're going. I can't handle being away from you for one minute, love." His tone was warm honey.
"We run into one of my ex-boyfriends and you suddenly can't stand being away from me?"
"You think you're so smart, just because you can see right through me, huh?"
"I happen to. You were a big mystery to solve. But I think after all this time, I can see you. Your Scorpio bullshit doesn't work on me anymore. I've got you cracked, James."
"James? Oh c'mon, if you know me as well as you think, you know I hate that."
"I figure it's only fair. You call me Guinevere. Now we're even."
"That's because Guinevere is a Queen, and you live up to her standard. I'm named after a factory worker from the South of London."
"Don't sell yourself short, my dear James, your father is a good-looking chap!" I clapped a hand against his arm and laughed.
He ended up dragging me to soundcheck. I refused to take any photos, though. It was a civil protest, but a stance nonetheless. I find myself on strike often. Jimmy isn't a person I can seem to say no to. He knows every detour when a road is closed. He's an excellent driver in that way, especially with his lack of a license.
"What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours?" Bonzo was seated next to me. He was pregaming. Pre-pregaming. Usually, we didn't start the party until after the show. Sometimes a joint or two after soundcheck, if I attend. I guess we were all in the spirit, given that Robert and I had a smoke circle. "Absolutely nothing."
"Oh, so the usual?" His laugh was a sickening snicker.
"You're so funny, hahaha, oh wait, no you're not!" I snapped a photo of him, blinding him with the flash. The smile tumbled from his lips, faltering as it fell to the ground. This gave way to playful anger, a calm before the storm. He must not have imbibed as much as last night.
"Don't bully Guinevere. She's our photographer, it's her job to make us look good. If you're not nice, she'll make sure only the bad photos of you are shown to the press."
"Or I could end up like Jones and never show up." Our attention was brought to John, who was wiping down his bass. I felt bad for him, the way his brows came together, the hurt deep in his expression. "John, I make sure you're there. I stand on the left side most of the time. God knows Jimmy doesn't need any more photos of him. His ego's already the size of his hair." This made everyone laugh, even Jimmy.
"Alright, enough fucking around. Let's get going."
"I'm with Bonz on this one. I'd like a pint if we're already goin' in on me."
"Anyone wants a smoke?" The door was propped open, letting in the late-season air of a Californian Summer. "Smoke what?"
"Grass. You know I don't put that nasty shit in my lungs."
"Hey, some of us are addicted, darlin'. Can't help it." Robert shrugged his shoulders, pulling out his pack to demonstrate. Doesn't make sense to me, to smoke while you're using your voice. Especially smoking on stage.
"I'll come with if that's alright." My eyes were brought down, three inches lower to be exact, to Lorelei. She was Robert's arm candy, or "Road Wife" as the guys called her. She was a 5'2 blonde bombshell, complete with a porcelain face and matching baby-doll eyes in striking ocean blue. Her teeth were complete and white, a straight set of seashells to bring her summery California to look together. "Yeah. Does anyone else want in?" They all shook their heads. It was just the two of us, then.
I stood with my back against the brick wall of the small club. A flame danced from the end of my lighter, warming my skin even more than the heat already had. I watched as the thin rolling paper caught fire, giving way to an orange cherry on the end of the joint. After I finished the first hit, I passed it to Lorelei. Her fingers were dainty, like the rest of her limbs. My eyes scanned over her as the smoke filled her lungs. She had a bairn look to her, round and soft features. From her large downturned eyes to her knees and elbows, every corner of her was smoothed. She was the gentlest woman I'd ever seen if I could call her that. "How old are you, Lorelei?"
"I'm 20. The real deal, too. I have the ID to prove it." She gave a chuckle that showed me her experience. A thick and lively sound, laden in years of smoky basements and men like Robert. "Is Lorelei your real name?" I asked, taking the white-wrapped smoke from her hands. "Yes, it is. Guinevere yours?"
"It is, unfortunately. The guys don't like to let me forget that."
"I guess they don't," She took the joint from my offering hands, "How did you get so chummy with them? I mean, other than being Jimmy's girl. That much is obvious."
"I don't know. I guess it all started at Jimmy's party. I think Bonzo and I locked some girls in a bathroom. I do remember the cake-throwing, though. That part, I don't regret." We stopped inhaling to laugh. "So where are you from?"
"California, but I live in England."
"So you guys live together? Must be pretty serious." part-time
"Well, we live together part-time. I have an apartment that I stay at maybe once a week if that. Where are you from?" I dodged the notion that we were anything serious, but the mention made me melt. "New York. Midtown. I don't know if you're familiar with it."
"No, I've never been."
"It's nice, you should visit sometime." There was a lull in the conversation after this. We stood in awkward silence, passing the joint back and forth.
"So what do you do when you're not on tour?" I asked.
"
The joint was winding down to a roach, bringing our conversation to an end. I finished off the last hit and then threw it into the garbage can. Lorelei and I made our way into the building. I took notice of her outfit. Chunky brown platforms adorned her feet and stressed her thin ankles, and a small yellow dress hung off her shoulders, it came to mid-thigh and complimented her curly hair. I followed behind her as we tried to find the guys. Her heels clicked against the floor as we walked, altering all to our presence and turning heads. They seemed uninterested and looked away when they saw two girls, not famous musicians or their bosses.
The soundcheck was finished when we got there. I planned to smoke through their screeching. William didn't want me to shoot their soundchecks. They tended to joke around. Their mystique was at its fullest in the presence of a crowd. They looked their best when sweaty and adrenaline drunk.
Of course, the show went well. It always does with them. They don't take a night off from killing a stage. I wouldn't have been surprised if the floor split open and the ceiling fell to the ground. They shook the walls of the venue. I was afraid the whole place was going to come down! But that was just the start of the night. There was a party that was calling our names and I had a hankering for some debauchery. Jimmy's party was so long ago and I was ready to put my dancing shoes back on and tear up the town.
"Are you excited?"
"Can't wait! We're going to one of my old spots, y'know? Might even run into more old friends."
"Not any more exes, I hope. I can't do that again."
"Awe, baby, you're so sensitive." I rubbed a hand against his cheek. The hairs were harsh under my gentle touch, scratching at my fingers. He pulled away, a stern look on his pointed features. "You know you love it." He couldn't help but smile.
"How long do you want to stay out?"
"All night."
I had a drink in my hand from the moment we entered the crowded bar. Sticky bodies pressed together on the dancing floor, creating a disgusting odor. The familiar sting to my throat and my nose was an old friend. I romanced this mystery lover, bending the scent into a consumable nostalgia. My eyes glazed over the bar stools, a fond place of mine from college. I had a convincing fake ID, named "Lora Lively". I still had it back at my apartment, trapped in a box somewhere under family photos and quilts.
"Are you alright, love? The guys want to go have a drink over there." He pointed to the other side of the bar. I could see them already chumming it up with the locals. With Jimmy's hand clasped in mine, I pulled him. "The people here do the hard shit. You don't take anything anyone offers you, alright? I don't need you on the freeze."
"Freeze?"
"Cocaine." His eyes were wide, seemingly surprised. Whether this was honest or not, I didn't care. "I'm serious. I see you on that shit, I'll be pissed. I don't want a junkie boyfriend. You can't be strung out."
"I won't. I promise." He gave me a salute and sauntered over to the group of guys. I watched from across the bar, examining his every move. Suddenly, he turned to me, letting me know he was privy to my watchful eye. He gave a cheeky smile before taking a drag from something Robert passed him.
The lights of the party blurred, streaks of green and pink clouding my vision as the music pumping through the speakers drowned out my every thought. My legs and arms were moving without me, a dance quaking my body without a second thought. My eyelids were blown open, stapled to my brow bone, but I still couldn't process a sight in front of me. I was seeing without my eyes, everything coming to me all at once and slipping away just as quickly. I gathered meaning from the ground, which was covered in crushed cups and glitter, and found communion in my glass. I didn't feel any buzz from the drink burning my throat, but it felt good to have the ice cubes clink against my teeth with every sip.
"Are you alright, love?" I could hear John's bubbly voice in my ear and feel his hand around my bicep.
"Yeah, I'm doin' grand." A lazy smile spread across my face. I gazed into his deep blue eyes, getting lost in their steely appearance. "You look hammered. What did you take?"
"Mmm, I'm not sure. Bonz gave me a little white pill when we walked in. And that was like two hours ago."
"Love, we've been here for nearly four. Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Where's Jimmy?"
"He should be coming around. I think we should get you back to the hotel. I was thinking about getting a cab. You want to go?" I shrugged and nodded. But he knew he could've done anything and I would've been none the wiser. He wrapped an arm around me and lead me out, his hand resting on my mid-back. He opened the door to the cab for me and let me get situated before settling in next to me and closing the door.
"The hotel on ninth. But hold on, we're waiting for a friend."
"Y'know, John, you are sooo sweet to me." I slurred my words, leaning over him with a hand resting on his shoulder.
"I'm just looking out for you. You'd do the same for me, and I know Jimmy would too."
"No, like you're sooo nice. You're always looking out for me. Making sure I'm having a good time, and being safe. No one else is doing that. Not even James."
"Well, to be fair, he wasn't in a much better state than you. Perhaps find a man who doesn't have substance abuse issues. They're more dependable." The words tumbled off his lips and he didn't even seem sorry. If I wasn't so fucked up, perhaps I would've been able to rebut. "I appreciate your help. Oh, John... John... So nice, so sweet, so pretty." I stopped speaking to ruffle his hair, finding that it was soft, seemingly melting under my touch. I was taken aback by its quality, as it always looked coarse and untamed. "Your wife must be so lucky. You're the best." I retired to rest my head on his shoulder.
"Thank you." He let out a low chuckle. I think he enjoyed the attention, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Our cuddle session was interrupted by the door being ripped open. "Hello." Jimmy sat down forcefully and turned with a smile at us. "Hi, Jimmy Jam!" In his compromised state I thought I could get away with this nickname. He simply flopped his head on John's other shoulder, his hair bouncing. "Don't call me that." He grumbled.
When we reached the hotel John pulled us from the cab, one of us in each of his arms. He lead us up to our room and shoved us in. "You guys have a good night." The soft light from the hall trailed off and stopped completely as the gap in the door closed. We were left in blank silence in the darkroom. I could hear the sounds of the city below, but the thoughts bo around my head were louder. I don't know what Bonzo gave me but it had me wired. I could feel each of the hairs on my arms, every small movement of my eyes, and the particles in everything. I laid back into the rough, quilted bedding and shut my eyes. Bursts of spiraling color painted the space that lived between my lens and lid, creating portraits for a lone audience. Warmth flourished across my body, gracing my bones with a balmy kiss. The initial heat had been intense and sweltering, like my skin would catch fire and spread throughout my frame. But it didn't, it just died down into a campfire glow that ravaged my senses.
"You okay, love?" I could hear his voice now.
"Yeah. Doing great."
"What did you take?"
"Are you going to tell me what you took?"
"No. Are you?"
"I can't. Because I don't know." I crawled up the bed and collapsed my body next to his. The warmth radiating from his body burned me, a sweat breaking out on my forehead. His arms wrapped around me and he pulled my back flush to his chest. "G'night."
But I couldn't fall asleep. When I tried to close my eyes I felt like I could see right through them. The faint image of the room stained my eyelids and burst through each time I attempted to rest. After what felt like an hour I gave up, sighing and pushing onto my back. Jimmy's tossing and turning weren't helping my case. I guess he couldn't sleep either. "Are you alright?" He spoke. "No! I'm getting pissed. I can't sleep."
"I can't either."
"Whatever I took has me so far up that I can't come down. I feel like my brain is doing jumping jacks." I rubbed the throbbing skin of my head and laid back into the bedding. "I'm just on the sauce. I thought getting thoroughly drunk would do the job tonight." He spoke as he stood from the bed and walked over to his suitcase. I could hear rustling that ended with Jimmy hovering above me. "I have an idea for a song." He was smiling, wearing that stupid grin he has when he's in the mood for goofing around. A small acoustic guitar was hanging off his arm. I raised off the bed and joined him in the middle of the room as he clicked on the light.
"It can be like a sailor song! Y'know, like a song to sing at sea! I suppose that's us, anyway. But we're off on tour, not a ship." He began to strum wildly at the strings, producing the most horrible sound. "Oh jeez, I better tune this before we start on our harmony!" His pupils were wide as saucers. I could see the mania brewing behind his eyes, no doubt the chemistry in his body was twisting and turning with the substance he was under. Once the guitar was tuned he was banging away on the fretboard again, not sounding any better. "Love, I'm not sure if the tuning was the problem." He looked offended, shooting me a nasty glance.
He changed the picking pattern, now producing an amusing sound. I bounced as he played his mariner song, mirroring the bending of his knees. He strode over to me and hooked his arm, looping it with mine. We danced in a circle, skipping and singing.
"Out on the open sea, hibbity hibbity hibbity!
Gone off to slay some beasts,
Growing fins and eating rats, happity happity happity!"
Our giggles filled the room as he continued to play, not knowing how to carry on with the hilarious verse. I opened my mouth and started with my terrible words.
"Mermaids on the sun-bleached stones, hoobity hoobity hoobity!
Dreaming of an orange tree to cure our scurvy,
Sail out on the seven seas, hibbity hibbity hibbity!"
This went on for what seemed like hours. I was in a daze with all of them laughing and singing and strumming. The detestable guitar and our ungodly warbling were entertaining, sending both of us into stitches. However, this was not a joyous sea song for the angry man banging at our door. "Quit your fucking yammering in there! I'm trying to sleep!"
"I figured that if I get paid to play guitar, you would enjoy hearing it!" Jimmy didn't stop playing he got louder. He started singing the sailor song once again, adding a new section. We danced closer to the door, now deafeningly loud.
"Sea salt love with some sweet manatee, bibitty bibitty bibitty!"
His singing was interrupted when the door burst open, revealing an irate Richard Cole. "Stop your fucking singing or I'll cut your Moby off!"
"My Moby? Oh no, I need that! Bad news for Gwen!" The laughter that followed was boisterous, bellowing from his belly. I was confused but laughed along. Richard's face twisted in anger and he snatched the guitar from Jimmy's hands. "Go to fucking sleep!" Then he was off, stomping back down the hall, and disappeared into his room.
Our laughter did not end. It raged on like a fire, consuming us. My stomach muscles were already aching when he suggested we play a card game. I propositioned making it a strip game. His eyes lit up and he smiled, nodding wildly. "But what game shall we play? Poker?"
"No, no, I can't play poker! And I am not in the mindset to learn a new game. And right now, I don't think you could teach someone how to tie their shoes, let alone play a complex game. How about go fish?"
"What exactly does strip go fish entail?" He cocked a brow in suspicion.
"Y'know, whoever draws a card has to take off an article of clothing."
"That will be over really quickly. Then we'll both just be left on the floor with our cheeks out, playing a silly card game."
"I guess you're right. How about we just play a nice game of kings corner? If you don't put down any cards, you have to take off a piece of clothing. Sound okay?" I spoke after I finished another fit of giggling at his joke. "Yeah, that sounds fair."
Fifteen minutes in and I haven't taken off anything. Jimmy, on the other hand, was without a shirt or shoes. His face was burning hot and he was growing more bitter with every passing second. My taunting laughter didn't help. He let out a sound of annoyance and slammed his hand of cards down. "Nothing, again?"
"No, I'm not playing anymore." He crossed his arms and leaned back, pressing his back to the end of the bed, and then turned his head. "Are you serious? You're gonna quit like a child?"
"Yup."
"Fine," I rolled my eyes and ripped one of my boots off, "There."
"Still not even." His head was still cocked to the side, shielding his face with his mass of curls. He looked like a petulant child with his crossed arms and pursed lips. This attitude would have enraged me if I were sober or in lower spirits. But tonight I was tickled pink by this mystery drug and open to playing his game. I tugged at my other shoe and tore my shirt off. "There, now we're on the same field."
I ended up winning. I was left with a lone item of clothing, my trousers. Jimmy was not so lucky. He was shielding himself, sitting crisscrossed with his elbows folded in his lap. I slapped the last card down and flourished smugly. I jumped to my feet and began a victory dance, barefoot and topless. This seemed to quarrel with Jimmy's boyish annoyance. "How does it feel to be a loser?" I smiled down at him. "From where I'm standing I'm only winning, love." The corners of his mouth were upturned in complete wonder and joy. "You're disgusting."
"Come join me in bed, I think I'm finally ready to sleep." I extended an arm, pulling him off the ground. I could see the entirety of him now, clad in not a stitch. He gave a sheepish smile and nestled into the bedding. We lay down in the comfort of the bed and drifted off into a dark and blank sleep.
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Jimmy's POV
I woke up with a throbbing headache. I could hear the pounding from the moment I opened my eyes. The rushing sound of blood in my ears is what woke me, I believe. Pale sunlight dripped from the edges of the curtains hanging around the windows. This shone into my eyes and drenched everything in the room in a sanguine yellow. I turned to look at Gwen, who was wrapped in the azure blue bed sheets. The subtle light laid upon her features like it was made for her Rubenesque frame. The soft curve of her waist drew my eyes in, a tantalizing sight. My gaze trailed down to her thighs, rounded with a dimpled appearance attributed to cellulite, looking like the surface of the moon. A light smile painted my face as I admired her.
To avoid waking the slumbering woman next to me I rose from the bed quietly. This was in vain as she started to stir immediately. She turned to reveal her sleep-laden face, pale lids heavy. Her lithe hand raised to her face and wiped away the thin coating of dreams and looked at me. "Just go back to sleep, love. It's early." My hand was on her back now, rubbing small constellations onto the hollow frame of her spine. When she grumbled and asked me to stay with her, I had no choice but to oblige.
After 45 minutes of cuddling, I had finally pulled her back asleep, like a parent rocking their toddler to achieve their own goals of rest. I was bursting at the seams because I had to pee. She interrupted these plans when she woke and now I had to go, but she had my arm trapped under her. It was tingling with the threat of breaking off and dying. I didn't mind the discomfort I was in because it was all for her. It's amusing to me, the way love makes you willing, rather than wanting, to sacrifice. I would die the world's most painful death if it were for her.
All of my work was nugatory when a loud knocking sounded on the door. It was Grant, I could tell before I heard the voice. "Time to come down for breakfast. Don't be fucking late." He wasn't angry, just a matter of fact. That's the way I would describe his usual demeanor. A large and stout man standing at 6'2, he was intimidating if you didn't know him. Or if you knew his bad side, I suppose. He was an asset to our team and he'd been a close friend since I worked with The Yardbirds. With him, it was ensured that we would have total creative freedom. We could do and be whoever we wanted. At our behest, we could have anything, as long as it was tangible. "Gwen, darling, breakfast is starting. Would you like to come down or do you want me to bring you up something?" She was already awake, shaken by Grant's booming voice.
"I will join you, just give me a minute to get ready." She sounded disheveled as she pushed stray hairs from her face. The effects of the drugs last night had fully manifested. She told me of her headache and complained of the pain behind her eyes. "The sunlight is killing me. I feel like a vampire." Her dramatics ended with a shoving of a pillow over her face.
"Would you like me to wait for you?"
"No, I will be down soon. I don't want to keep you if you're hungry. You need your energy for the day ahead."
"Alright. Just don't be too long." I placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and found my way to the door. When I reached the hotel lobby I could see everyone was already at the table. Robert and Bonzo were accompanied by their road pieces, clad in the guy's clothing. I smiled internally to myself, amused by their debauchery. Not to say I hadn't participated, but I felt better now that I'd given it up. It was a fantasy, the relationship between these women and us. Everyone was in agreeance that the fable would end with the tour, but that didn't stop it from being deeply misguided.
"How was your night?" Bonzo asked, scraping butter across a croissant. He shoved the bread into his mouth, stretching his jaw to accommodate the breadth of the roll. I assumed he was talking to Robert and sipped my orange juice. I stuck with a liquid breakfast, not wanting to feel nauseated during the plane ride. When silence befell the table I looked up from my lap to Bonzo. He was chewing his gargantuan mouthful but was looking at me, along with Robert. "It was alright." I shrugged and went back to my glass, sticking with my usual reserved manner.
"I heard your sea shanty. Gwen must've been wild last night. I figured that speed would kick her up a bit." His laugh was garish and rippled through my ears. When I finally processed what he said I could feel anger building inside me. "You gave my girlfriend speed? Why the fuck would you do that?" I was quiet, but my rage would not be understated. "I asked if she wanted some and she said yes. It was her choice, mate. She's an adult, she can make her own choices."
"She's not a party girl. She didn't even know what it was!" I slammed a hand onto the table, causing all heads to turn in our direction. Richard ogled at us as Bonzo spoke. "I don't know why you're so upset. It's just speed."
"Just- what? Don't give her any more drugs without at least telling her what it is first! You're a fuckin' knob-head." I crossed my arms and sat back in my chair, silently stewing in anger. It was completely irresponsible and inappropriate. "I'm sorry, I thought it would help her loosen up a bit. Maybe take the saddle and whip off you."
"What are you trying to say?" I looked to Robert, who was forcing a laugh down. He choked down a gulp of his orange juice. I was not amused and was getting angrier as they found it funny. "You're whipped, man! She controls you. Before you met her, you would stay out all night and party with us. You were the king of snorting, even. Now you go to bed right after the show. And you wouldn't even take a bump last night."
"She doesn't want me to take that stuff, so I don't. If Pat was here, you'd do the same!"
"I certainly wouldn't let her stop me from doing anything." I felt like throwing my glass into his face. I was on the brink of yelling when everyone stopped talking, looking past me. I turned to see Gwen approaching. She was wearing my t-shirt and a pair of straight-legged denim. Her hair was tousled and wild, thick knots matting the back of her head. Her thick curtain of copper swayed as she sat down with a heavy thud. "What?" She asked for a mouthful of croissants, looking just like Bonzo. "What did I interrupt? Everyone looks so tense."
"Bonzo was seeing if he could get his exceptionally large foot into his mouth," Robert remarked, taking another drink from his glass. She found this humorous. Hearing even the smallest of laughs from her lightened my mood and burned the anger from my body. Under the table, I found her knee and pressed my own to the soft cap that rested below her jeans. Her eyes glided over to mine, giving me the gentlest of looks. I could feel my heart melting under her gaze. Perhaps Bonzo was right. She had an uncanny ability to soften me.
"I don't know what you gave me last night, but it had me on my ass!" My anger snapped back into my body once she spoke. "He gave you spee," I spoke through gritted teeth. "You gave me fucking speed?" She was speaking in a hushed tone, her anger matching mine, "Why the fuck didn't you tell me that?" I was satisfied, now being proven correct in my anger. And the fact that Bonzo was getting reamed twice was tickling me pink. I watched as she launched a croissant into the air, it hurdled across the table and made perfect contact with Bonzo's mustache. It bounced off his cheek and fell to the table with a soft thud. Everyone turned to look at us again, now laughing. "She got ya good, mate!" Richard said.
"Hey, did you eat?" She spoke low, barely registering the cacophony coming from the rest of the group. I averted my eyes, speaking without saying anything. I already knew she was going to force something down my throat. Before she even spoke I picked up an apple and took a bite. "You're gonna have to eat more than that. An apple isn't going to get you through tonight."
"I'll eat more when we get to our hotel tonight. I don't want to get sick."
"Why would you get sick?"
"On the plane. I get nervous."
"I don't care. I didn't see you eat last night after the show. You're not getting off that easily."
"But I wasn't hungry."
"That's too bad. Eat." She slapped a croissant in front of me, staring until I picked it up. She waited in bated breath until I took a bite. Every bite made me angrier and angrier. It's so fucking annoying to have someone around on tour who cares about you. Bonzo was right, she does stop me from doing the things I want. I wanted that bump last night, I wanted to stay out later the other night, and I didn't want to eat.
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Your best friend was a charitable, charitable man.
Wasn't that why you sat on your knees in front of him, so desperately trying to fit his cock in your mouth?
To know that this is the first time you've ever held a cock gives him a kind of thrill nothing else had given, to watch your clueless eyes as to what to do as you hold his cock, hot and heavy and foreign, an urge to take it between your lips, irresistible.
"Spit on it, pretty girl, just like that." He instructs you, as composed as ever. Long fingers threading between your hair, he gives you an appreciative pat. "What a good girl," he smiles, "she learns so quick."
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"T-tooru?" You whisper the brunette's name, not sure if he'll hear you since he looks so immersed in the movie he's watching, eyes locked on the screen-
"Yes, baby?" Of course, he heard you. He doesn't avert his gaze to you, still focused on what's on the tv, but you know he's listening. You gulp.
Your body entangled with his, you laid between his arms as both of you faced the tv, your ass right on top of his-
"What's up, Y/N?" He now turns his gaze to you, face leaning slightly forward as his nose almost touches the top of your hair; you feel his breath against your ear. He stands so close, but it's okay; Oikawa has assured you this was normal for best friends. As well as the dark purple marks he leaves on your neck, sometimes on your chest. "They're lovebites," he says, rubbing his own neck that you've left your marks, "don't you love me?"
Of course, you do. You love him more than everything- and it's not like you dislike his lovebites, too. They feel... they feel nice. And if Oikawa said it was normal, who were you to doubt him?
"I had a- had a question." You detach your body from him, the loss of warmth and the feeling of him making your body tremble. Or maybe it's the anxiousness of what you're about to ask.
You turn around to face him, coming face to face with the soft trails of pink and red you placed on his neck (he always gets the loudest when you kiss his neck), and as always, he doesn't have a shirt on.
"Uh-huh," Oikawa raises a brow questioningly, pretty eyes narrowing with annoyance, "on with it, already." He knows how much you struggle with words, his dumb little girl, but it's okay, he can wait for your little brain to form sentences.
You turn your gaze to your fingers, tracing shapes on the sheets of his bed. You look so embarrassed; Oikawa can't help but get excited. "I have a- uhm, date tomorrow."
You admit, missing the slight frown that sits on his pretty lips.
"But I don't know how to- I mean,-" you bite your lip, your gaze so innocent and pretty as it meets his eyes, trying to gather the courage to- "How do I please a man?"
Oikawa almost chokes on his own spit, trying to hide it with a series of fake coughs. "You what now?"
"Y-you heard me!" You protest, bottom lip slightly wobbling as you have to repeat it, to your horror, maybe even explain, "how do I- umm, you know."
"I don't, actually." Oikawa raises his brows at you, smiling cruelly and relishing in how you avoid his gaze, how utterly embarrassed you stand before him. "You mean how to fuck better-?"
"No!" You exclaim, a little too fervently; it has Oikawa's grin spreading wider on his lips. "N-not that, but- uhm, blowjob, maybe-?." You finally speak the words, closing your eyes and fisting your hands; as if closing your eyes would pull you from the situation.
"You're asking me how to give a blowjob?" Oikawa repeats your question, almost about to laugh before he realizes what this means. "Wait," his eyes grow impossibly wide, a feeling of burning excitement washing down his back, "don't tell me you've never given a blowjob before."
Fucking hell, there's no way you-
Your gaze widens in embarrassment, like a dear caught in headlights, mouth opening, and closing to say something, deny it, but can't. You can't lie, not to Oikawa. "D-don't say it like that!" You say, instead.
you are.
It feels like the discovery of a century, Oikawa can't contain his excitement, a twisted one, as he leans forward, cupping your chin and tilting it up to meet your gaze better as he stands a breath away from your face. His smile wide and predatory, you wonder if you said something wrong.
"But it's true, isn't it?" He whispers, a smug smile almost kissing your lips. "Has anyone ever even touched you before?"
The question makes you whimper, you want to avoid his burning gaze but he wouldn't let you. "No." He finally get his answer, and oh- fuck, he's getting hard.
"You're a virgin?" He repeats, but it sounds more like an amusing fact he just discovered.
His thumb traces your bottom lip, swiping over it in a lustful motion, watching the way your eyelids flutter with excitement. The only light source in the room is the one from the tv; it shadows on Oikawa's pretty face- not, however, enough for you to pick up the predatory tilt of his lips.
You feel a lustful warmth bloom in the pit of your stomach, this feels d-different, but it's nice, exciting, your mouth falling agape as hot, shallow breaths fall.
You wait for a kiss, you really think he might- might kiss you, Oikawa pulls back, falling deaf to your needy whine.
"Pretty girl," he sighs, thumb caressing your cheek, almost as if what you're asking is too much. "Hasn't anyone told you guys don't like virgins?"
It takes you 4 seconds to process the words.
"Wh-what?" You gasp, oh, your eyes are getting glassy, too, what a prize to see. "But-"
"You didn't tell him you're a virgin, did you?"
You shake your head no; you look so sad all of a sudden; he probably should feel bad. But it isn't Oikawa's fault you're so dumb. "Only you, 'ru."
Fucking hell, how can you pick the one answer that'd make him want to ruin you even more? All he wants to do is to pry your legs open and fuck you till you pass out, and fuck how amazing would you look with his dick in your cunt, your face smushed against that table, drooling like the dumb bitch you are.
He should- he should control himself. Just for a few more minutes, just until he has you in the trap.
"Good- he would've left you immediately!" Oikawa laughs lightly, as if he's not telling you how insecure you should be by being a virgin. "You can't tell anyone that, okay? No one would want to take a girl's virginity; it's so much work, you know."
He says nonchalantly as you stare at him with a wide, helpless, broken gaze. "Tooru, but what am I- what am I gonna do?"
You sob, trying to be subtle about wiping the tears from the corners of your eyes when Oikawa coos at you, pulling you to his chest. "Shh, shh," he coos, hand coming up to pat the top of your head. "Okay, pretty baby, don't worry, I'll help you."
As he says that, you feel the pads of his fingers trace the skin of your tighs, right where the hem of your short little skirt ends.
"I should show you how it should feel like first," he breathes into your ear, voice just slightly strained, "so you can make me feel the same."
When you nod, he chuckles.
"What a pretty skirt," he laughs as his touch trails higher on your leg, now bordering on the soft material of your panties. "Wore just for me? Did you plan this from before, Y/N?" He teases, watching closely to see your reaction.
"N-no! I promise I haven't-"
"Of course, you havent," Oikawa rolls his eyes, "my dumb little baby, you're not smart enough to think this far, are you?"
You would've protested in any other circumstance, but he aligns the time he spits the words with when his long fingers push your panties aside, the tip of his finger grazing your folds.
Even the slight touch of him has you squirming on his lap, your head falling on his shoulder when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the softest circles.
"Fuck, you're so sensitive," he groans, wondering if you can feel his cock pressing against your ass. Even with one finger, he has you moaning his name. "So wet, too. Just like a fucking whore- do you hear yourself?" Oikawa laughs at you, mocks you, relishing in the way you get embarrassed over the wet sounds you make, the way you moan his name.
You press your face on his neck, trying to hide your humiliation, the drool trickling from the corners of your lips leaving trails against his skin. "'m not a- mmh! Not a whore!" You muster out as he finally slides a second finger in your pussy, his thumb still circling your clit and making you squirm, jump on his lap that he has to hold you down. "Mmh- 'ru! That feels- h-ah!"
You squirm so cutely, jumping over his lap, rubbing yourself right on his cock and making his breaths fall shallow, as well. "You like this, pretty girl? Like how my fingers feel in you? Have you ever done this yourself?"
The question catches you off-guard; you heave hot breaths against his neck when his free hand grabs you by the hair, pulling with enough force to have you face him. Your eyes rolling back I your head, mouth open like a dumb girl, a silly expression settling on your features.
"Answer me." He spits, he sounds so- so demanding, you don't know what washes over you as you find yourself answering. "Y-yes."
"You do?" He smiles darkly, chuckling at your embarrassed gaze. "You're not as innocent as I think you are- you really are a needy little bitch."
You shake your head no, but why did you squeeze his finger so tight just then?
"Don't be- don't be mean, Tooru." When you- when you say that while his fingers stuff you full, Oikawa thinks you're doing it on purpose.
"Sorry, sorry," he laughs when he hears how your voice shakes. "Forgot how much of a crybaby you were. A stupid little girl, letting her best friend fuck her- don't you feel any embarrasment?"
You're getting close, he can feel it. Oikawa picks his pace, laughing when your voice gets louder, moans turning into short screams, mouth falling open as your tongue lolls out and eyes close- you look lost in bliss.
"'ru, Tooru, Tooru!" You chant his name like a prayer, your muscles tightening with what's coming, toes curling, your body putty over his lap, melting into his embrace as he fucks you dumb on his fingers. "You feel that? Come on scream my name, baby, scream my name, tell me who's making you feel this good."
"You- Tooru you make me- mmh, you make me feel so good, please!"
"Cum for me then, pretty girl." He whispers and you're cumming, body shaking and spamming violently as he holds you down, pressing you on his chest, letting you ride the orgasm out.
You stay like that, molten into him and a heaving, stupid mess for a while as he pulls his fingers out from beneath your skirt, making sure you watch him as he brings his digits to his mouth.
"Mmh-" he smiles, "tastes delicious."
You whimper.
He leans forward, pressing his lips against yours, giving you a taste of yourself. "Are you okay?"
You nod, you seem to have pulled yourself back together from the mind-breaking orgasm as your eyes sparkle with hunger.
"M-my turn?" Your gaze falls lower on his lap, widening at the sight of the tent straining his sweatpants. "Your turn." He nods, opening his legs to give you better access.
You look excited as you bend forward, placing yourself snug between his legs. As you settle on your knees, Oikawa takes a shaky breath when your fingers grab his print from over his sweatpants.
"What am I..." you raise your clueless gaze, unsure of what to do with that thing in your hands. "Should I- um, take it out?"
Oikawa smiles down at you, it's the kind that gives you shivers. "Look at you, a dumb clueless girl- take it out, baby." He whispers against your lips. "Let me teach you how to please a man."
He'll teach you everything, you don't have to worry. He just has to ruin you enough to make you forget that unnecessary man's name. You belong to him now- he'll make sure to carve your insides just for his dick- enough to have you a babbling mess, enough to have you blabbering his name and nothing else.
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83. “You cant tease me like that and expect not to be punished.”
97. “God damn it, now all i can think about right now is you licking my cock like its that ice cream cone.”
notes; sugar-daddy!dino, sugar-baby!reader, blowjobs, hair pulling, dirty talk, daddy!kink, dom!dino. WHEW! Just wanna really quickly thank you all so much one more time for being patient with me these last few grueling weeks! 😭💕And also just as a reminder, ALL of my current fic series will be updated LIKE NORMAL going forward! Unless I post a notice otherwise! 💕✨ Also v random but the way one of my coworkers caught covid and came to the office and almost gave it to all of us there like a week or so ago the same time I was dealing with almost unaliving in a car accident got me fucked up ☠️ 2021 rly tried to take me tf out yall LMAO BUT ANYWAY, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕
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Chan makes sure to take time off from work to spend some time off with you, although that never guarantees he’s completely off of the clock.
‘I told you, I don’t want to do the merger with Mingyu. How many times am I going to say it? He's going to tank my company.’
You let out a sigh as your eyes flit to the melting ice cream cone in his hand - already forgotten as his eyes furrow in annoyance with his work phone tightly gripped in his other hand.
So much for a calming walk through the park.
“Chan…”
He looks your way, sighing softly at the way you pout and gently lap at your melting ice cream cone.
He was always sorry when he had to take work calls on his ‘off’ time and hated the sad way you looked at him every single time.
But he starts to take notice of your shift in demeanour and his eyes narrow as yours start to twinkle; tongue peeking out and taking long licks of your vanilla ice cream as he starts to drown out Joshua’s voice in the receiver.
‘Hello? Hello? Chan, are you listening? The merger is—’
“I’’ll call you back.”
You mentally pat yourself on the back as he pockets the small device - lips curling into a knowing smirk as you let out a small moan when the sweet cream hits your tongue.
“Goddamnit, now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it's that ice cream cone.” Muttering, he watches as you lick your lips of the sticky cream, “But we both know that, don’t we, princess?”
“‘Course we do, daddy. It’s what you get for answering your phone while we were relaxing~”
Chan smirks in return, nodding as he rushes to finish his own ice cream before it completely melts all over his hand.
“Well, you can’t tease me like that and expect not to be punished, princess. So hurry up and finish that so we can leave.”
And Chan means it when he hurriedly drags you back to his porsche that he’d parked underneath the shade of trees - almost as if he’d planned for something like this to happen.
And much like how your free time usually ends up with Chan, your lips are wrapped around his thick cock in a matter of minutes as his fingertips lock tightly in your hair.
“Ngh, fuck, princess, you treat me so well… Taking all of daddy’s cock in that pretty ‘lil mouth of yours~”
He throws his head back against the headrest as his hips gently cant up towards your face; a guttural moan on your muffled lips when the head of his cock taps the back of your throat.
You were already feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second and Chan knew - laughing under his breath as he watched you squirm from your leant over position over the center console.
“Do you want daddy to fuck you here or take you back home, huh, princess?”
He tugs you by the hair as you catch your breath - a thread of spit and precum connecting your lips to the head of his cock.
“I, hic, w-want daddy t-to cum on my—my face f-first...” Your voice is barely above a whisper as Chan peers down at you, licking his lips at your fucked out expression and swollen lips. “Then d—daddy can take, a-ah, me home and f-fuck me...”
“Whatever you want, babygirl~”
You lean back down and wrap your lips around his cock again; hollowing out your cheeks and doing your best to relax your throat as Chan starts to thrust up into your mouth at a faster pace.
“Fuck, your mouth is so hot and tight, princess... I’m gonna cum soon, okay? Want you to be a good girl and take it all before I get you home.”
You moan around his girth as your walls clench around emptiness - craving to be filled as his grip in your hair only tightens.
You knew Chan was playing nice now and you were already anticipating how the two of you would be spending the rest of your day together before he left on his business trip tomorrow morning.
Hopefully he wouldn’t be punishing you all night either.
“Fuck, p-princess, ‘m cumming...” He grits out; cock throbbing in your mouth before he tugs you by the hair and pulls you off of him so that he can properly cum on your face.
“Ngh, daddy...”
Warm rivulets of his cum land on your cheeks and eyes as he orgasms - groans on his lips as he watches you through bleary eyes as you keep your mouth open to catch any of the sticky substance on your tongue.
He smiles appreciatively but he can’t help but chuckle darkly while your teary eyes flit from the head of his cock to the scheming look on his face as he rides out his pleasure.
“Ah, but don’t think that because you let me cum on your face that I won’t punish you when we get home~” He sing-songs; the grip in your hair making you wince slightly, “Daddy still had to cut his important call short so you’re going to behave and take daddy’s cock while he finishes up his business call, okay, princess?”
Your panties stick to you like a second skin as you squirm - body trembling with need as you whimper.
“Y-yes, daddy...”
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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”
PART 10: BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN
y/n is back in brooklyn for the holidays. thinking that a stream will make her feel less homesick for cali, she starts working on her famously titled hentai.free.srv. what was supposed to be a relaxing stream turns into a special delivery about two hours in.
─── corpse husband x reader
─── soc. media + written fiction!
─── word count: 2.2k
─── ❥ req: Here's one... You know those apps for delivery like Domino's or whatnot... What if reader is streaming Among Us with Corpse, and reader mentions they're hungry and Corpse offers to order them food, and readers like no no it's fine... Then there's delivery at the door (Corpse ordered beforehand)
author’s note: fucky format is also back in town baby!!! also if you find any mistakes - no u didnt <3 thank u everyone for enjoying this story sm i literally cant believe how feral yall going strawberry cow was a nuclear explosion im still recovering tbh. got an ask a while ago and decided to incorporate it into myso. happy holidays everyone! myso will continue on monday!
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Indeed, being soft on any social media platform was the biggest disgrace and needed to be eliminated post haste. Moreover, it was a slippery slope - once you start flooding your timeline with cute imagery and heart emojis, what will stop you from posting inspirational Facebook quotes? Disgusting. If Rae were here, she would chide you (not you thinking about her as if she’s dead or something). For once in your life, you feel like you deserve it.
Alas, you hope this little chaos you’ve caused is enough to throw everyone off. The stans, especially. You know the hashtags, you’ve seen ARMY scourging for info online with the same fervor and ruthlessness 1 Direction fans hacked airport security cameras just to spy on the boys. If you had any dirty secrets online, they are out to the public now - thankfully, besides the Harry Styles stan account (with edits and all), you have nothing. Though, now that you think about it, exposed nudes would have been better than your Punk!Harry edit receiving almost a million views. God, your life’s a fucking mess.
Your fans aren’t the only ones out for info - you, too, are trying to decipher Rae’s message. Code: Barbecue Sauce. The two of you had come up with it roughly two years ago, around the same time when you promised that if you didn’t find significant others by the time you’re 40, you’ll just marry each other. It was one of the many rules found in your friendship codex. Barbecue Sauce signifies information - an exchange of information. And depending on how it ends or begins (”So I’m sitting there” alludes to Rae, “On my titties” alludes to you), secret data on that person is given away, usually free of charge.
But why? And to whom did Rae give away what? You had pestered her mercilessly and even sent some voice messages where you were crying. You were only crying because of a video of a grandpa smiling you saw on TikTok, but you are a snake, and so you put those tears to good use. If streaming doesn’t work out, you’ll just become an actress. Hollywood would love you. Your PR firm sure as fuck wouldn’t, though.
Rae was having none of it. She said you’ll figure it out eventually. Told you to channel your superior puzzle skills. You were quick to remind her that you can barely count to ten without having an aneurysm. Oddly serious, she admitted that she worries for you sometimes. Why only sometimes?! you demanded. She merely sighed. uttering under her breath something that sounded closely to “Boke.”
You leave her for barely a week and she’s already neck deep in the gay volleyball anime, hoodie and cardboard cutout and everything. Your life is falling apart.
But Brooklyn is nice. It had snowed when you stepped off of the plane. Thousands of snowflakes sprinkling into your hair, dotting your cheeks and nose. You missed this sight back in Cali. You missed your parents, too.
Home cooked meals, old sweaters, your old room and about 40GB worth of old high school pictures on your computer. You went through them all one night. Some were stomach churning, cringe inducing nightmares. You were especially fond of those. Texted some of your friends that were still in Brooklyn, met up, decided to bake. Bad idea, Rae was the resident chef back in Cali. Besides laughing till your stomach hurt, and almost burning down your kitchen, nothing all that significant happened. Somewhere down the line, at about 3 am, half-way through a cheesy rom-com you had the overwhelming urge to text Corpse.
That’s where the problems really started. God, you missed California, missed being in the same timezone with a guy you hadn’t even met yet, how embarrassing is that?! You missed skating around and taking pictures of the beach in the setting sun, sending it to him, silently wishing he was with you to admire the view.
You really want to call him. And to hang out with him. But for some reason, the thought of that springs up immediate anxiety and you shy away from asking. Him sending you cute good morning texts doesn’t help, either. Maybe it’s better he doesn’t know that you’re a blushing, stuttering mess each time you read “baby”.
Late evening. Your stream is already set up, people are slowly trickling in and you greet them with a grin and a soft “Hello! Hi hi!”. You did your best to make your room a perfectly chaotic backdrop - led lights, an embarrassing amount of anime merch and plushies. You always try to balance out your weeb side by dressing hot as fuck for your streams - today’s inspiration just so happens to be egirls. Mostly because you watched one too many egirl make-up tutorials on TikTok, and also because you’ve been listening to Corpse’s song all day.
Yeah, no, who are you kidding, you dressed up this way because you were hoping Corpse was watching your stream. You didn’t forget your cat headphones, either. You know he likes them. You want to make him suffer. Perhaps then, finally, he will ask you out, so you wouldn’t have to.
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“I feel like,” You start when you put away your phone, staring idly at the chat, “I feel like I need a new name for you guys. Calling you guys after two years of streaming is just... weird, no? I also don’t respect men so I don’t want to call you guys. Like, so many creator’s have, like, a name for their fans. Uhm, Cody Ko has the chodesters, Kurtis Conner has, uh, folks? Kurtis Town? Citizens! Markiplier has mommy issues--” You can’t help snorting, “So, I’ve been, like, thinking - I know, shocking! - so I was thinking I’m gonna name you cockroaches. Because you’re grimy little shits impossible to kill. And also then I can use the legendary Minaj meme ROACHES!”
Your stream enthusiastically echoes ROACHES, making the chat swim. Yes, if anyone would enjoy such a name, it would be your audience. You’re as equally proud as you are disturbed.
“Well, anyway.” Leaning back into your chair, you throw your arms out with a bright grin, “Big dick is back in town, baby! If you noticed the backdrops different, it’s cuz I’m in Brooklyn now. Don’t ask me when I will return to Always Sunny, I don’t plan that far ahead.”
While Minecraft boots up, you decide to answer a few questions.
r u dating sykkuno?
You want to smack your head into the keyboard, but as it is, you can’t exactly afford a new one, so you refrain, “No, Sykkuno and I are not dating, we are just good friends. Uhm, I’m not sure how much I’ll have to repeat this, but, we really aren’t, so if the roaches could chill - Oh my God, that sounds so stupid, I love it - uh, yeah, if the roaches could chill that’d be great.”
the roaches lmao sounds like we’re a sports team
“Oh shit, yeah it does, uh-- maybe I can make like, jerseys or something. That’d be cool, I think.”
how disappointed are your parents with the way your life turned out?
“My parents are actually not disappointed at all!” You say with a cute little smile, “Uhm, they’re both really proud, actually. They’re glad I found something I love doing and made a job outta it. Dad finds my Youtube videos endearing. Yes, they watch pretty much all of my videos, unless I explicitly tell them not to. And yeah, with all the fucks and thirsting for anime characters. Uhm, it was very embarrassing at first, but I mean, after a while, shame just...doesn’t exist anymore, I guess? Funny thing about my parents, actually, when they watch my videos-” You eye catches a comment, “Oh! No, they only watch my Youtube videos. They don’t know how to use Twitter, thank God. Uhm, anyway-- when they hear a name they don’t know, like, I dunno, Dabi, or something, they google--” You’re grinning by now, eyes crinkling, giggling softly, “--who that is, and buy me like, merch and stuff. It’s really cute.
can i be adopted by ur parents plz
will you and corpse ever collab?!
You were about to answer, though the man of the hour himself decides to do it for you.
Corpse_Husband: yes.
Okay, not to say your heart skipped a beat, but it totally did. With a pleased smile, you nod, like one of those bobble head toys sold at the dollar store. The motion is oddly reminiscent of Sykkuno’s own nod. Perhaps you had picked it up from him. The chat seems to notice.
pack it up, sykkuno
More questions pile about this mysterious collab you and Corpse are planning. Yeah, you’d like to hear more about it, too, since he single highhandedly decided one was happening right now. Corpse remains silent. Fine, keep your secrets.
“Okay, guys, oh, I mean, roaches, Oh my God--” You’re covering your mouth, giggling, “-calling all roaches, calling all roaches, calm down. Everyone grab a snack and a blanket I’m turning up the music volume so we can all chill. Entering chill zone. Entering chill zone. Roaches, prepare.”
we are prepared
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An hour or so passes and you grow hungry. It shows with the amount of cakes you had baked in your server. Currently, you find yourself throwing eggs at the wall of one of the renovated houses, your face scrunched in concentration and slight frustration. 24 of the 50 eggs have been wasted. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some chicks around here?” you had uttered under your breath, until, finally, a screech - the egg finally spawns a mob. Your mouth falls open, “Aww, look!” You approach it, so small, walking in zigzags beside you, “It’s a baby chicken! Die, bitch.” The baby chicken is no more as you swing your bedazzled (you have mods) diamond sword. You’re cackling by the time the dust settles.
y/n is a child murderer
“Roaches,” You address your fan-base, spurring another fit of laughter - you can’t get over the name, “I think I’m like, forgetting that eating in Minecraft won’t actually make less hungry in real life.”
take a break and go eat queen <3
“Fuck no, we starve and die like men. Now I actually really need another chicken.”
Another twenty minutes trickle by and you’re trying to lure back a panda from the jungle when there’s a knock on your bedroom’s door. Whipping your head to the side, you slide down your headphones. At the same time, your mom pokes her head through the ajar door, “MOM!” You scream, “Get OUT of my room I’m playing Minecraft!” But your yell has no actual bite to it, as you don’t manage to hide your smile. Your mom laughs, doing some sort of sign language and motioning for you to follow her with her head. That or it’s some sort of performative dance.
“I’m live right now,” You tell her, pointing at your screen. She knows this already, though, “do you want to say hi?”
The roaches spam the chat with friendly hellos. You mom, quite impatient now, waves you over.
“Sorry, roaches, mom needs something. Be back in a bit!”
Stopping the stream, you rush out of your seat and pleased she slinks into the hallway. “What’s this about?”
“Your pizza came.”
“My what now?” You echo, confused.
“Domino’s. You ordered pizza?”
“What? No? I was busy with the stream, I never--”
Thankfully, you had managed to grab your phone from your room before you exited. You almost choke on spit once you read the messages.
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You decide that it’ll be impossible to stream after experiencing what you had just experienced. You tweet out a quick apology to the roaches (God, that fucking name) and say that you had a breakdown but you’re okay. That is as a close to the truth as you managed to muster. It’s a sad sight, chewing and crying; your mom winced when she saw your state - disheveled hair and rundown eyeliner and everything. “D’aww,” She had muttered, caressing the top of your head, “don’t cry my little raccoon.”
If anyone was ever to ask you where did your chaotic nature come from, you’d answer with my mom. To make yourself feel better, you took a selfie - duck face and peace sign and the horrible 2000′s angle. Sent it to Rae.
looking hot, her message read.
thanks, was all you replied with.
You couldn’t just leave things as they were. Once you calmed down, you wanted to text Corpse, but how would you follow up the ungodly caps lock and screeching? Impossible. An idea sprung to mind, one that was brave. Taking the first step.
Instead of sending a text, you sent a voice memo.
“Thank you for the pizza, it was delicious.”
You voice still sounded a bit raspy. His reply was instant. Your heart skipped a beat. He sent a voice memo back.
“Glad you liked it, baby.”
He was going to be the death of you.
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tags (in italics is those i couldn’t tag! make sure all’s ok w your settings!) : @littlebabysandboxburritos - @fairywriter-oracle - @tsukishimawh0re - @ofstarsanddreams - @bbecc-a - @annshit - @leahh19 - @letsloveimagines - @bellomi-clarke - @wineandionysus - @guiltydols - @onephootinfrontoftheother - @liamakorn - @thirstyfangirl - @lilysdaydreams - @pan-ini - @mxqicshxp - @tanchosanke - @yoshinorecommends - @flightsandfantasy - @liljennyx3 - @slashersdream - @unknown-and-invisible - @sinister-sleep - @fivedicksinatrenchcoat - @mercury–moon - @peterparkerspjsuit - @unstableye - @simonsbluee - @shinyshimaagain - @ppopty - @siriuslystupid - @crapimahuman - @ofthedewthesunlight - @mythicalamphitrite - @artsyally - @corpsesimpp - @corpsewhitetee - @corpse-husbandsimp - @hyp-oh-critical - @roses-and-grasses - @rhyrhy462 - @sparklylandflaplawyer - @charbkgo - @airwaveee - @creativedogs - @kaitlyn2907 - @loxbbg - @afuckingunicornn - @fleurmoon - @yeolliedokai - @truly-dionysus - @multi-fandom-central707
more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙
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