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[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

ADDICTED

Character/Fandom: Austin Butler (Incubus!Austin)

Requested: sorta kinda maybe

Prompt: It's all so wrong, so bad, so sinful. Even so, you want him. You crave him. You need him. You are utterly and completely ADDICTED to him, perhaps even at the cost of your soul. [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: Pretty rough sex 💀 a variety of BDSM stuff (choking, biting, spanking, etc.), pain and discomfort for the reader, mentions of death/demon stuff/other demonic symbols and themes, overstimulation, blood, degradation.

Just be careful reading this if, like me, you were instilled with an unhealthy dose of Catholic fear starting from a young age lmfao

Rating: M ||   Word Count: 7017

A/N: okay so this is a bit fat sin 😅 Just a quick FYI to always have a safe word with your sexual partners and keep checking in for consent, especially if you're gonna fuck like this 💀 also probably DONT engage an incubus IRL just...this is for fun pls don't go off and like summon a demon hoping it's gonna be austin cause...lmao

Part one of the Supernatural Series. See all three parts by checking out my #SupernaturalSeries tag.

🦋 mila

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You stir, a pleasurable sensation swirling around in your stomach. You moan and bite your lip, curling the bedsheets into your fingers. Your heat throbs with pleasure and desire as you feel something, although you can’t see what, circling rhythmically around your core. The waves of pleasure are growing and growing, sending you toward the top of a pleasure-filled mountain. You jerk awake with a yawn.

Your eyes start to flutter open and you tilt your head as you see a dark black figure in front of you. You blink, trying to adjust to the darkness of your bedroom. Sucking in a breath, you yelp and scramble up onto your bum. You scoot away from the dark figure as quickly as you can. Your chest heaves as it stares back at you with black eyes.

Your fingers drop down to its long black claw where you can just barely see what looks like your favorite pair of panties hanging off the nail. The pair of panties you put on before climbing into bed tonight.

As you open your mouth to scream, the figure is suddenly straddling your lap, its hand clamped tightly around your mouth. What little voice you have left vanishes and you fall completely silent. When you try to speak, nothing comes out. You’re frozen under its touch and you don’t know what’s going on or what it even is. You can feel your body trembling under its touch, shaking with the intense fear pumping through your veins.

You close your eyes for a moment, praying that when you reopen them, you’ll be somewhere safer, away from whatever vile creature this thing is. No such luck. It’s still there, staring at you and holding you hostage. You try to move but find your body frozen under its touch.

“Shhhh,” it says in a deep, raspy voice. “Don’t be afraid, darling. I’ll take good care of you. Just relax.”

It raises a finger to its lips and hushes a quiet “shh” before releasing its grasp on your mouth and returning to its position down between your legs. You take a moment to observe its figure.

It’s a large, menacing form, tall and extremely well-built with rippling muscles. It looks like some sort of humanoid bird being. Its black hair glistens in the moonlight, mostly pushed back off its forehead with a small portion flopping down into his face. Now that you have a closer look at the eyes, you can see that they aren’t just black. They have deep, dark red pupils that glimmer eerily in the darkness of night. You can still sense your body gently shaking with fear.

It feels like the eyes are pouring into your soul, glaring into your very essence with terrifying power. Your gaze travels up its head and locks onto two curled horns protruding from its skull at the top of its head. As it straightens, you can also see that it has two small, feathery black wings outstretched from its back. They rest, half-opened, against its skin which is covered in black tattoos or markings of some sort. You don’t recognize any of the symbols, but they look sinister, evil. Based on what you’ve seen, you assume it’s a male of…whatever it is, although you can’t be sure.

“W-what are you?” you ask in between shaky breaths. “What do you want with me?”

You suck in a breath as the being smiles, his sharp pointed teeth shining a blinding white in the darkness. A red forked tongue darts out and circles around one of the two large fangs. He smirks and chuckles, a deep, sinister sound that makes your stomach flip.

“I am what you crave,” he replies with a tilt of his head.

“What the fuck does that mean? Answer me straight,” you say firmly although your heart is beating a thousand miles a minute.

“I think you can guess it. Let’s play a game, shall we?”

You shake your head, the fear rising in your chest. Whenever creepy characters in horror movies suggest a game, they’re really asking if you’re prepared to die.

“No, I don’t want to play. Please just leave me alone.”

“Tut-tut,” he clicks its tongue and holds up a long black finger. “It’s an easy game. You just have to guess what I am. I’ll give you a hint. I prefer my victims asleep.”

You shake your head, closing your eyes and again begging to be transported from this place.

From what little you know from Halloween movies and such, you’re pretty sure that this…thing is a demon of some sort. But why is he haunting you and why hasn’t he just possessed you already? You don’t remember the little girl from The Exorcist having a conversation with the demon before it flew into her body. And why was he holding your panties????

You clutch your legs together upon remembering that your pussy is totally and completely out there for this demon creature to see. You gulp and reopen your eyes to look at him. He’s staring back at you, his black and red eyes shining terrifyingly through the darkness.

“How about another hint, hm?” he says. “You won’t be able to resist my touch after you’ve had it.”

You suck in a sharp breath as his fingers crawl up your thigh. You can't understand how, though, since he remains too far away to physically touch you and he hasn't moved even enough to lift his arm.

Despite your best efforts to resist, your heat spikes with a throbbing sensation and you clamp your legs tighter as if that will somehow stop the invisible hands that are crawling up your skin.

“Come, darling. Guess. I insist.”

You gulp and think through his clues again. Demon, asleep, resisting his touch? You wrack your brain trying to understand and just when you’re opening your mouth to guess, it hits you. Your eyes widen and you shakily reply, hoping desperately that you’re wrong.

“A demon.”

“Oh come now. We can do better than that. What sort of demon am I? Say it. You're a smart girl. I know you’ve guessed.”

You gulp and shake your head, avoiding his eyes. You open your mouth to respond but find your gaze drawn back to him. You try to rip it away, but you physically can’t resist peering back into his eyes. They’re horrifyingly evil but somehow captivating and enchanting in ways you can’t describe or understand.

“An incubus.”

“Ah, good girl,” he replies, flashing his teeth again. “Since you know what I am, then you understand what I want with you. And now you will get your reward.”

You feel the sensation of his fingers again and your heart slams faster against your chest. You scoot your body back again, as far as you can against the frame of the bed, and shake your head vehemently. His figure starts to move forward, wings flapping as his palms curl down into the soft bed and he crawls up toward you. You thrust a hand out, your open palm pointed toward him.

“No, stop! Stop!” you shout, waving your hand.

To your surprise, he pauses, lifting his gaze to yours.

“W-what should I call you?” you ask.

He tilts his head, his black eyebrows quirking. His eyes slowly drag up and down your figure and he nods.

“I don't see the need for such a thing, particularly since my true infernal name cannot be uttered on human lips. But you may call me whatever you’d like.”

You nod with furrowed eyebrows. You sigh as your brain turns around a number of names that you could call him. One suddenly jumps out at you.

“Austin. It was my first crush’s name,” you say, the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth at the memory of little blonde-haired Austin from kindergarten.

“Austin it is, then. This will be much better for you if you relax.”

His fingers, surprisingly gently, pry your legs open and he crawls between them. You allow him to move your body even though your heart is aching tremendously with fear. He tilts his head as he stares into your eyes, one of his long fingers tracing the skin of your inner thigh. Your leg twitches and his hand curves around your thigh, harshly holding it in place. You wince at the slight pain of the tips of his claws digging into your skin.

“Don’t move,” he growls, shaking his head.

You curl the bedsheets into your fingers as he uses your leg to drag you down onto your back. He moves to straddle your body and grabs ahold of both of your wrists. He lifts them over your head and pins them down firmly with one of his large hands. You wriggle momentarily under his touch, terrified by the thought of being trapped by him. Even though he moves his hand away, you find that you’re unable to shift your arms. Your heart begins to beat faster and your breath catches in your throat as you struggle against whatever magical restraints he’s put you in. You grimace at the sudden pain, like rope burn, on your wrists. But there is no rope. How is this happening?

Austin straightens himself and smirks down at you, flicking his pointer finger up. Your eyes widen as you watch the sharpened black claw grow larger and longer. He lifts his chin as he lowers his finger down to your throat. Your breath catches in your throat again and you squeeze your eyes shut, anticipating intense pain when his claw pierces through your skin. He gently scratches it down your throat and onto your collarbone. You release a relieved breath as he hooks it onto the top of the t-shirt you’re sleeping in. You open your eyes to see him staring at you. He slowly starts to draw his finger down your shirt, his claw acting like a sharpened razor blade as it tears easily through the cotton fabric.

You gasp, wriggling against the invisible restraints with an overwhelming urge to cover yourself. But you can’t move. All you can do is watch as he rips a line straight down your shirt, which falls to the sides of your body. You clamp your legs together in embarrassment but he pushes them open again, the claws digging into your thighs.

“Stop squirming. Let me look at you,” he growls, holding your legs open.

You whimper but keep your eyes trained on him as he observes your naked body. Taking his claw again, he starts by the edge of your mouth and draws his finger down the side of your face, onto your neck and throat, down your chest, and circles it around one of your nipples. You suck in a breath. You can feel it hardening to attention with the combination of his haunting touch and the cold air. You gulp as your gut begins to turn with the movement of his finger ghosting across your stomach. He trails his touch down your leg again, drawing tiny circles on your inner thigh. You wriggle under him, your pussy beginning to throb and swell with desire. You bite your lip and release a strained breath as he pushes your thighs up to position himself near your heat.

You watch with horror as he draws one of his fingers across your folds. You bite down hard on your lip to refrain from making any noises of pleasure, although his touch feels divine. He runs his finger over the folds again and bites down harder, averting his eyes. Without even touching you, he pulls your gaze back to his. Your chin rotates back to his face against your will.

“Look at me while I touch you.”

Too terrified to disobey, you follow his command. Your hips jerk back as he presses one of his claws between your folds. You squeeze your eyes shut momentarily with the sudden pain of his pointed claw invading your body. It burns and stings, but after a few moments, the pain subsides and you can feel your gut spinning in circles as it begs for more friction. He removes his finger and reinserts it, pumping in and out of you agonizingly slowly. You bite down hard on your lip and taste the metallic tang of blood in your mouth.

Austin chuckles deeply, evilly, before lowering his head down to your heat. You yelp as you watch a long red forked tongue dart out from behind his teeth and swipe a wet strip up your folds. He chuckles again, wrapping his claws around your thighs and hoisting you up toward his mouth. His tongue darts out again, swiping up and down your pussy and adding more juices to your wetness. You grip with white knuckles onto the bedsheets, resisting every urge you have to moan in pleasure. But you can’t hold out for long when he reinserts three fingers into your pussy as his tongue circles expertly around your clit.

You accidentally release a moan and Austin snarls against you. He curls his fingers up inside of you and you yelp in pain. The way the forked tongue manages to stimulate both sides of your clit simultaneously makes the pleasure that much better and, combined with the pain of his claws scratching the walls of your pussy, instinctual moans and groans begin to slip from your lips, one after the other. He pumps his fingers into you mercilessly, his knuckles slamming against the inside of your thighs with every thrust. He glares up at you with gleaming red eyes.

When he sucks on your clit, you somehow manage to yank your wrists away from the invisible restraints. Without even really meaning to, your fingers find their way to his horns, curling around them. He growls into you and you flex your toes into the bedsheets. Your fingers absentmindedly trail up and down his horns, similar to how you would touch his dick, as you pull his tongue against your pussy to wherever you need to feel him.

“Don’t touch,” he hisses but his actions just make you grip harder onto his horns. “Naughty girl.”

You know it should be alarming and scary, but you somehow find him irresistibly sexy. It starts to hit you how illegal, how sinful it all is. And that only makes you feel dirtier, like you want to be punished by him, disrespected by him. As if he could read your mind, your vision suddenly grows black. You gasp, scratching at his horns but he just growls onto you. You suddenly begin to feel the walls of your pussy clenching on his fingers, but he doesn’t let up at all. Somehow, he manages to pump you faster as his tongue darts madly around your clit. With nothing else to focus on anymore, every feeling he elicits feels ten times as stimulating.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you repeat in a strained voice as you orgasm under his touch.

You grip harshly onto his horns but you no longer have the power to move him. Your arms are frozen, outstretched onto him as he licks you clean. All you can do is buck your hips up again and again with each wave of pleasure. He pulls away with a growl, your vision still black. You blink into darkness and one of his hands intertwines with yours. You feel his fingers on your lips.

“Clean it,” he commands and you obey, swirling your tongue around his fingers and tasting your salty, metallic juices on his skin. “Good girl. Now you can have your sight back.”

You blink as the blackness starts to recede from your eyes. After a sigh of relief, your breath catches in your throat. Without even moving, Austin’s pants are stripped away and you can see his figure fully. Your mouth pops open with shock as you take in his dick. It’s extremely long and very girthy; the most impressive dick you’ve ever seen. The tip is especially pointed, not sharp but close to it. And you can see a texture to him that human men don’t have, almost as if his dick itself is ribbed. You gulp.

“Turn around, on your hands and knees.”

You shakily obey him, flipping around onto your hands and knees. He gives you no time to adjust, harshly pulling you backward on the bed. You yelp with surprise and wince as his claws dig into your skin. He forcefully pushes the top half of your body down onto the bed and pulls your wrists behind your back, securing them there with the same invisible restraints that he’d used earlier. You turn your head on the bed so you can breathe. You can just barely see his face as he smirks down at you, his white fangs gleaming in the darkness of the room.

He spreads your legs, sliding his open palm down your back and across your ass. He circles it around to your pussy and gives it a light slap. You jolt forward, gasping in surprise. He snickers and clutches his fingers into your ass cheeks, his claws digging into the skin.

You feel your back arching as you anticipate the pleasurable feeling of his dick inside you. His hand slips from your skin and brutally slaps against your ass. You yelp and your eyes fly open. As you try your best to glance over your shoulder at him, he spanks you again, even harder this time. You bite your lip, knowing that you’ll have a big red mark on your ass tomorrow.

“You like being punished, don’t you, dirty slut?”

You moan at his words, arching your back more. He spanks your pussy again and you quiver under his touch. He hums in approval and brings his leaking tip up to your folds. You grind back against him as he brushes your pussy again with his dick.

“You want me to fuck you hard, huh, fucking whore?”

You gasp. No one’s ever spoken to you like that, but, then again, you’ve never had sex with a demon before. Although the words surprise you, they also make your stomach churn with delight. You moan in response.

“Yeah…”

“Yeah, what?”

“Yeah, I want you to fuck me.”

You yelp again as he spanks you for the third time. Your body quivers with the pain and you bite your lip hard and wait for him to enter you.

“Try again, bitch. What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me, master,” you say, cringing at your own words.

Even though you might have felt awkward uttering them, he definitely approves, because the next thing you know, his dick is slamming into your tight folds. You cry out with the sudden sensation. Your fingers curl behind your back as he burns your insides. His dick stings against your walls and you find yourself desperately searching for breath, your chest growing tight.

You pull against the restraints and your hands break free. They fall onto the bed and you lift yourself up, trying to breathe through the pain. Austin’s hand circles around your neck and he holds your head gently upright. His other hand snakes around your waist, holding you steady. One of your hands moves back to rest on his forearm. Your fingers flutter at the feeling of feathers on his arm. You hadn’t noticed them before, but they’re extremely soft and well-kept. He flinches momentarily under your touch and you wonder if you’ve done something wrong or too…intimate.

“You’re fine. Just breathe," he mutters into your ear.

You close your eyes and, with his help, take a few deep breaths as the pain subsides. You release his arm and your hand falls back to the bed. Interestingly, you don’t notice any difference in your sex drive. You still desperately and madly want to get fucked by Austin. As such, it’s not hard for you to settle into a rhythm as he begins to slide in and out of you. You’d been right, his dick is ribbed and as your pussy walls clench around his thrusts, you revel in the feeling of his textured member.

Once he starts to find his tempo, your body responds. You jerk your hips back against him, moving in circles around his thrusts. His hand returns to your neck and his fingers curl around your throat, digging into the sensitive skin. You choke for a second before you adjust to him. When he squeezes your throat, you moan loudly and thrust your hips back against him. You feel his hot breath on your neck and whimper, biting your lip.

He drags his wet lips against your skin and then swipes his tongue over your shoulder. You moan in response, his fingers still wrapped around your throat. He squeezes at the same time that he thrusts into you and bites down hard on your shoulder. You cry out, your body teetering forward with the overstimulation. His teeth are sharp. You feel an aching soreness as he bites down at your skin, humming deeply against it.

His hips slam against your backside as he thrusts in and out of you, the air filled with the sounds of your bodies meshing together. Your moans start to come faster now as you feel yourself approaching your orgasm. With his fingers around your throat, it’s harder and harder to breathe but it just makes the sensations even more evocative. Austin growls deeply in your ear as his movements start to become sloppier. You can feel the strength of your arms giving out as your elbows buckle under your weight.

Austin’s hand releases from your throat and he forcefully shoves his fingers into your mouth. You moan against them, sucking and biting on the tips with what little strength you have left. He rams into you from behind, his hand clutching the skin of your waist hard. His fingers start to pierce your skin and you wince against his hands, opening your mouth.

His fingers fall from your tongue and immediately cup around your breast as he hisses into your ear. Your body starts to shake with too much stimulation. You shudder under him and he growls deeply into your ear. Your whole body is jarred with the force of his thrusts into you. His movements slow to a stop and he pauses, breathing heavily over your shoulder.

Your body quivers as you slowly come down from your high. You can feel your legs shaking violently with the intense pleasure and pain you’ve just experienced. You wheeze breaths, the stimulation so overwhelming that you’re fighting back tears. You feel his hand as it pushes on your back and he exits you. You wince as you draw your legs up underneath your body and gingerly roll onto your back. You whimper with the soreness in your pussy and take a few minutes to slow your breathing before sitting up. You glance over at him and see his back turned to you as he reassembles himself. He says nothing and you bring your knees into your chest, suddenly feeling incredibly dirty and disgusting for what you’ve done.

You suck in a deep inhale as your fingers fly onto the skin of your shoulder. You squeeze your arm tightly as a stinging pain ricochets through the muscle. It feels like the same sensation when you’ve accidentally touched yourself with a hair straightener or curling iron. After a few moments, the pain finally subsides and you release a sigh of relief. With your fingertip, you trace the area and feel a section of raised skin in a pattern you can’t identify.

Moving quickly, you stumble off the bed and run toward the mirror above your dresser. You fumble for the light switch and flick it on frantically. You thrust your shoulder forward and gasp when you see what’s happened to it. There’s a small red scar on the skin in the shape of a pentagram. You grimace as your finger brushes against it. It stings to the touch as if it’s been burned into your skin.

“It’s the mark of Satan,” Austin says dryly and you turn to see him sitting on the edge of your bed with his arms crossed over his chest.

“What? What the fuck are you talking about? I’m marked by Satan?” you hiss, stepping toward him.

“It will fade with time. It’s just there as punishment because you willingly engaged in one of the seven deadly sins. Lust.”

You curl your fingers into fists at the calm way he relays the information as if there’s nothing out of the ordinary about this situation. As if it’s completely normal and not at all concerning that you’re literally marked by the devil for your actions. As if it’s not damning to your soul and sending you into a moral frenzy and panic.

“But, I…I can’t be…I can’t…”

“Don’t worry, human,” he says, standing.

Your eyes float up to meet him and your mouth pops open with surprise at how tall he is. He must be at least six feet if not more. You gulp under his demanding gaze and, as you stare up into his eyes, you realize that they’re actually more dark blue than black.

“It won’t tarnish your soul just yet. You have to make a habit of it for that to happen. And that’s not a choice you get to make. I’ll be the one to decide what happens to your soul after tonight.”

You sigh frustratedly and cross your arms over your chest. You have a million more questions that need to be answered and you’re starting to wonder if you’ve been taken advantage of. Although part of you feels like you should regret what you’ve done, you can’t bring yourself to feel any guilt about it at all. And when you think through the situation, you know that you would have done the same thing had you gotten the chance to redo it all.

You close your eyes, running your fingers over your face and formulating an answer to his comment. But when you open your eyes again, ready to respond, he’s gone, completely vanished. You rush toward the window, peering outside and glancing both ways down one side of the street and then the other. Nothing. You throw open the doors to your closet, desperately searching for him, but find nothing. Plopping on your bed, you curl into the sheets and angrily pull them close to your chin. Clutching them in your fingers, you squeeze your eyes shut and beg for sleep.

Although you probably should have heeded Austin’s warning that night, over the next few days you find yourself yearning for more, for his touch. You find yourself missing his presence and hoping, almost wishing that he would return. At night, you can barely fall asleep. When you close your eyes, you think about him. When you touch yourself in the dark, it can't compare to the pleasure you’d experienced when Austin visited you that fateful night. Doing your daily tasks is agonizing and monotonous and you're growing more frustrated with your human existence.

It's like, after Austin’s visit, everything in you craves him and only him. You can't experience anything quite the same. It's all a disappointment to you, everything comes up short.

You’d figured that Austin wouldn’t be visiting you again. All the research you’ve done on incubi, however conflicting or nonconclusive, pointed to the fact that most incubi only visit a human victim once in their lifetime before moving on to a fresh one. That experience would have to be filed away and you have to find a way to move on from it or you're going to combust. You’re beginning to wonder if he’s even real…

Until it happens again. He comes again, scaring you half to fucking death as he drops in through the window. At first, you think it’s a dream, that there’s no possible way he could be back in your bedroom again. But when he touches you and reminds you why you’ve missed him so much, you realize that those sensations are very, very real. And they continue to somehow be real each time he visits you from then on.

Although his visits are sporadic and inconsistent, he manages to fit you into his busy demon schedule every few weeks. At the most, he makes you wait three weeks before he returns to you again. You never know when to expect him so whenever he chooses to arrive, he usually gives you a pretty good scare.

Like this afternoon, for instance. You jerk awake at the sound of knocking on your window and laugh when you see Austin waiting on the other side. You hop down from your bed and let him in. He’s never visited you during the day before, but you’re certainly not complaining. You let him into your bedroom and he smiles sweetly down at you.

Somehow, he’s even more beautiful in the warm sunlight. His black feathers are glinting almost blue in the light and you can also now be sure that his eyes are blue and not black. You walk back toward the bed and climb under the covers, beckoning him to join you.

He follows your lead and pulls you into his grasp. You nestle into his warm chest with your eyes closed and your fingers intertwined. One of his warm hands is gently caressing your head and stroking your hair rhythmically. You hum contentedly as the sun shines through the window and onto your bodies. You open your eyes and stare up at him to see him glancing softly down at you with the hint of a smile on his face.

Your eyes fly open when you hear your window pane slamming against the wall. A cold breeze follows and you sit quickly up in bed, clutching the comforter to your chest. You release a sigh of relief when you see Austin climbing, more like floating, through the window. Brushing your disheveled hair back, you realize that your experience with Austin in the sunlight was all a dream. It had felt so unbelievably real...but it was all just a dream. You shake yourself back into reality as you wait for Austin to assume his normal place at the foot of your bed.

“Jesus, Austin, you scared me.”

To your surprise, he climbs right into the bed next to you and lays down on his back, bending his elbow behind his head. You don’t know exactly what’s going on since Austin has never done this before. You freeze and watch as Austin’s wings dissolve back into his skin, something that you’ve seen him do when he's preparing to lie down.

“You’re too much of a scaredy cat, Flower,” he says and you smile at his use of a nickname.

You can’t stop yourself from giggling even though you raise your fingers to your mouth to stop the noise from escaping. Unfortunately, Austin notices and his head turns in your direction. He sits up, propping one of his elbows onto his knee.

“Why are you laughing?”

“I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all. How come you called me flower?”

You watch in silence as Austin’s head tilts and his eyes drop from yours, circling around your bedroom. He’s trying to formulate his answer. You hadn’t meant to laugh. It’s just such a sweet and innocent word to come out of the mouth of a demon that it’d caught you off-guard. You weren’t expecting it at all.

“I don’t know very much about humans, but I heard once that they consider flowers to be beautiful, and so I decided to call you flower since I cannot speak your real name. Do humans not consider flowers beautiful, anymore? We don’t really have the concept of beauty in hell. It’s difficult for me to tell.”

“No, they still do. We consider flowers to be very beautiful. I love it,” you say with a smile.

You reach out to place your hand on top of his. You can feel his fingers twitch underneath your touch but he doesn’t pull away. As your mind catches up with what he’s said, you realize that he’s never actually called you…anything. He's really never had any need to address you by name but you didn’t know it was because he can’t.

“I didn’t know you couldn’t use my name,” you say. “Why is that?”

Austin glances back up at you, his eyes flicking from your left to your right eye. You watch his decorated chest as it rises and falls silently with deep sighs.

“We…incubi are not permitted to establish relations with their victims,” Austin says, dropping your gaze. “We are expected to feed on a victim and then progress to another the next night and another the next. We may return to victims that fed us well, but not more than three times. As such, there is no need for us to learn their names. Most incubi don’t even spend enough time with their victims to think about their names. For me to address you by your name would be too…too…”

“Intimate,” you suggest as you try to ignore the pang of grief in your heart.

He says nothing in response but returns to your gaze once again. You gulp under his eyes as he holds you captive. Your heart slams against your chest but not with the usual desire. You want to kiss him; not because you want to feel him inside of you, but because you want him to hold you. You want him to love you, somehow, even though you know a creature like him is incapable of the very thing. Austin lies back down and heaves another sigh.

“Lie with me,” he commands and you straighten your legs to lie down on your back.

Silence falls between you as you both relax in silence, faces pointed up toward the ceiling. You gulp and glance over at Austin through your peripherals. He’s lying perfectly still, his chest rising and falling consistently. You clear your throat.

“Do you need to eat?” you ask expectantly.

“I already fed,” Austin responds and your heart thumps louder in your chest.

The sole purpose of him visiting you is so that he can feed on your sex. The only way he can survive from one day to the next is by having sex with sleeping women. Although his more recent visits have involved more conversation than the first ones, his main objective is always to feed from you first. And he always does, every time, even though now he tends to stay with you until you fall asleep afterward. But if he’s already fed tonight…why would he visit you? He has no reason to be here.

“Do you know what I remember most about the first night I visited you?” he suddenly asks and you shake your head into the darkness. “I saw you at the library while I was scouring for potential victims. You were all alone, reading quietly by yourself, and I thought you would be the perfect partner. I knew I could persuade you easily but you did something that surprised me that night. You asked what you should call me.”

You chuckle quietly.

“Well, yeah of course I did. That’s a normal thing to do when you meet someone for the first time.”

“Not for something like me,” he says quietly. “No one has ever asked me that question before. None of my victims have ever asked for my name before.”

Your smile quickly fades and you turn your head to glance at him. He’s still staring straight up at the ceiling,  although his chest is moving more quickly now than it was a moment ago. Your heart pangs with pity for him and you gently reach your fingers forward to grab onto his. His hand recoils from yours at first but you persist, shoving your fingers through his. He accepts it although he doesn’t make any movement to hold you back. His fingers remain awkwardly straight.

“You know I had a dream about you,” you say and his head finally turns to look at you. “Yeah, we were here in the bedroom but it was daytime. The warm sunlight was shining and you came in through the window like you always do. And you just sort of swooped me up into your arms and pulled me close. We were cuddling and just holding each other and talking in the sunlight. Your feathers were blue and so were your eyes and you were so…beautiful.”

You don’t miss the sharp intake of breath that Austin takes after you say the word. No one has probably ever called him that before. A few moments of silence pass in which you and Austin stare at each other in the darkness.

“I don't have dreams. And that doesn’t sound like me,” he says as the corner of his mouth quirks up into a smirk. “Although some demons claim to have visited their human victims in dreams.”

“Oh really? Did you pay me a visit earlier?”

A few moments of silence pass before Austin responds.

“No.”

You giggle and shake your head, pretty sure that maybe he did visit you in your dreams this evening. You roll onto your side and rest your head on Austin’s chest. You can feel his muscles stiffen as you do so and pause.

“Is this alright?” you ask.

Again, silence falls between you and you start to move away when Austin speaks.

“Yes.”

You nestle into his chest and your fingers happen to fall on one of the markings on his chest. You close your eyes and absentmindedly begin to trace around the marking. They are raised on his skin just as the pentagrams are on your skin after you feed him. You lean up and examine one of the markings.

“What does this mean?” you ask, gesturing to a snake curled around itself in a circle.

“It’s a uroboros, a snake eating itself. It symbolizes infinity and reminds us that demons have eternal life as long as we serve our master.”

You nod, gulping at the thought. It’s so easy to forget, even with his devilish appearance, that Austin is one of them, a demon, and that he serves the Satan.

“What about this one?” you ask, tracing another marking that looks like a widened star.

“A unicursal hexagram, a six-pointed star which symbolizes magic and spirituality. Although the human association with these things is generally positive, demons have been taught how to utilize them in the service of our master. We can pervert them and use their power against victims like you.”

You nod, even though his words are a little concerning. You point to another marking that looks familiar to you.

“An alligator head.”

“What does it mean?”

“Nothing. It just looks badass.”

You laugh and trace the design again with fondness. As your fingertip trails to the left, it crosses over something different than the other markings. It’s less like a tattoo and more like a burn scar, similar to the pentagrams that are left on your shoulder after Austin feeds on you. You circle it again and your smile fades.

“What’s this?” you ask, glancing up at Austin.

His lips are flat and his nostrils flared angrily. You gulp, worried that you’ve upset him. He breathes deeply twice before responding.

“A punishment.”

“Punishment? For what?”

Austin’s eyes raise to meet yours and he holds your gaze for a moment. Although you know anyone else would be terrified of his face, you find a softness in it that you adore. You feel strangely safe with him, despite the evil expression that rests on his horrific features.

“For returning to you. I was commanded to avoid you, to stay away and move on to another victim but I…”

His words move your body before your brain can catch up. You raise your hand to his cheek, turning his face toward yours. Surprisingly, he allows you to manipulate him, even though he’s normally the one in charge. Your eyes flick down to his lips and then back to his eyes. He doesn’t move when you lunge forward to press your lips to his. But within a matter of seconds, his lips are moving in time with yours and his arms are curling around your frame to pull you close. You sigh into the kiss as he tilts his head to reach you better. You pull back and open your eyes to look at him. You find him already gazing at you with lazy, half-opened eyes. You can’t imagine you’re right, but it’s possible that a small tear is gathering in the corner of Austin’s eye. You smile and scoot down to nestle into his chest again.

“Goodnight, Austin. Sleep well and maybe I’ll see you in my dreams tonight,” you say, closing your eyes.

Just before you fall asleep, you feel Austin’s arms wind around your figure and pull you close to his body. He sighs long and hard and then you feel his soft lips on the top of your head.

“Goodnight, my Flower. I’ll see you soon.”

When you wake up the next morning, you’ve rolled to the complete opposite side of the bed and the sun is shining brightly into your eyes. You blink them open slowly and yawn, sitting up in bed. You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance around you. Austin is gone and, as you often do, you momentarily wonder if last night actually happened or if it was just a dream. You glance down at your shoulder but see no pentagram there. You remember that Austin didn’t feed from you the night before and sigh sadly. Your gaze happens to fall on your nightstand and a smile spreads across your face. You reach over and lift up a freshly picked bright yellow marigold. You spin it in front of you and bite your lip.

He had been there. It was all real. He was real.

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[abidethetempest]

Eliksni sentence #2 of Null Composure

wow! such progress! much conlang! anyway here's sentence two

English: It pulsed softly, checked and rechecked the permissions that summoned it, and then pushed a data spike solidly into the Vex domain.

Eliksni: Iidathem ir’lohtra aadekspriist, meyvikem taap seyr’meyvikem dreskibrik en kanen dulrakem, taap meydrem israankaviiyor ir’adryst ma’bev Veksehniin.

bonus: here's a behind-the-scenes into my VERY messy process with this sort of "middle step" where i put the sentence into Eliksni word order and mark up all the words so i know what will be a root word/affix/whatever.

Pulse-past simple gentle-adverb access point, check-past simple and two-check-past simple permission-plural RP 3sg summon-past simple, and push-past simple data-spear secure-adj inside Vex-realm.

notes below the cut so yall dont have to deal w a giant block of text (sorry! i'm not a very concise writer...)

stuff im proud of/want to highlight:

the construction for "data spike" literally meaning "machine-thought-spear"

the word for data isn't a direct compound of "machine" and "thought" bc that would be wayyy too long. i used a similar process as i do names where i mashed together individual syllables. i'm gonna try doing this more often, because i think over time really long compound nouns would just get squished down into a new noun

to say that an action is done again (in the way that the re- prefix does in English), you just prefix on "seyr" meaning two. (okay technically it's the counting word for two, not the plain numeral, but like shhhh i haven't even finished the numbers yet so never mind all that). if you wanted, you could just as easily use a higher number to really emphasize that you've done this action several times, tho anything higher than three comes across as very hyperbolic and usually is done in a joking tone.

the word for Vex is just Veks. no need to reinvent the wheel!

stuff that gave me a headache:

if you compare the sentences word-for-word you may notice i repeated the subject of the sentence "aadekspriist" at the beginning while the English sentences employs the pronoun "it". this is because in Eliksni, the subject of a sentence should not be a pronoun if there is ambiguity about what it is refering to. looking back at sentence 1, the last noun mentioned was "stone", not the access point. therefore, the subject of this sentence needed to be specified so a reader won't get confused about what "it" refers to.

the third person singular pronoun "kan" (here referring to the access point) is in the accusative form "kanen" in the relative clause to make it clear that is it the object of the verb "summoned". because the verb in relative clauses always goes to the end, word order couldn't be relied on to show what the pronoun was referring to

geez that was a lot, huh? if you made it this far, thanks for reading! i'd love to hear you folks' thoughts, ramblings, incoherent screaming into the void, whatever you got. all the tags on the last translation post i did really made me smile :D

new lexicon post will come soon-ish bc i have like twice as many words now! might just post a link to the spreadsheet if i can figure out how.....

Date: 7-31-23

#destiny 2 #destiny #eliksni #conlang #indee's eliksni conlang adventure

[azurdlywisterious]

Okay im giving my fallout ocs their tumblrs back! Hopefully nothing bad happens!

💥 mygenderis-c4 reblogged thecoolerscrewdriver

💥 mygenderis-c4

The thorn should let me use my explosives in the ring smh

💥 mygenderis-c4

I mean, they do let me but the spectators stand too close to the edge and end up in the splash zone

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Wait what is the thorn?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Its like an underground fight club type of place. Its mostly just fighting angry and irradiated creatures

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

Ohhhhh its like spin the wheel at nukaworld on tour! Last time i was there i fought a couple of deathclaws

💥 mygenderis-c4

You fought… a pair…??? Wtffffffff

#seriously whats in the water in appalachia??? #for a carnival game???

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💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Ive got 99 problems and Mr. House calling me a good girl would fix most of them

#if you asked me for an exact number #itd probably be 69 of my problems ;) #marilyn youre a star

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🍀 luckiestbastard

Just got kicked out of the tops. Guess they couldnt handle my swag at the blackjack table 😗✌️

#and thats why the atomic wrangler is where its at!

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⏳ start-startover reblogged uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

⏳ start-startover

Imagine being so down bad for a dead businessman that him giving you attention would solve most of your problems

🧠 big-mt-head

@.uh-ohthemisery we were talking about vagueing the other day. Is this that?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Why are you asking me, sir? Also yes

🧠 big-mt-head

Is she vagueing @.mrhouseownsmysoul ?

⏳ start-startover

Why tf did u tag her?!

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Oh so little miss “get tf off anon” is vauging me now? Tell me deja, how many times did you kill dean?

⏳ start-startover

Ive made my peace with the failed timeloops. Hes alive now which is more than i can say for house

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Ill have you know that mr house is alive and well thank you very much!

⏳ start-startover

Alive? Sure. Well? Now, thats up for debate

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

You leave my husband’s health problems out of this!

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Suzie he literally reeks of formaldehyde

💸 mrhouseownsmysoul

Arent you dating a stealth suit?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-deactivated312282

Oh uh look at the time

⏳ start-startover

Holy shit did she just fucking deactivate???

#rip dalcia #was kinda weird that you were in love with a stealth suit #but you were cool nonetheless #until we meet again

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🍀 luckiestbastard reblogged big-mt-head

🧠 big-mt-head

@.therealprimmshady what is the atomic wrangler?

⭐️ therealprimmshady

Do you know what a bar is?

🧠 big-mt-head

Dr. Borous told me about how he would sneak into them while attending American High School. There were a couple in Dr. 0’s movies that he showed me. I think Dr. Dala mentioned people watching at them once or twice.

⭐️ therealprimmshady

Well thats what the atomic wrangler is. I could take you sometime if you… uh… want to research human behavior at bars more?

🧠 big-mt-head

Fascinating. According to my schedule, i dont have any other science activities tonight

#sir i need to know what other science activities you have

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🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2 reblogged mygenderis-c4

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

New blog, who dis?

💥 mygenderis-c4

Didnt you just deactivate?

🏃‍♀️ uh-ohthemisery-2

Shhhh…

#i was never here

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📻 not-another-guy-podcasting

Its got what plants crave!

👄 thecoolerscrewdriver

It has electrolytes!

#we do need new razorgrain plants #fuck me #ill be coming back with vodka

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🌌 azurdlywisterious

Okay theyre losing tumblr privileges again

#fallout new vegas #fallout 76 #suzie fromme #deja vult #dalcia o’deorian #henri wesson #sir of big mt #harvey wallbanger #felix barnstar #dashboard simulator #unreality

[princesstokyomoon]

🥺 i am make a new post cus i dont wann make the other one too long but, omg ty for the tag @mellyoraa i am honoured <3

nickname: i think the main nickname i get online is "ari", cus theres Generally a toss up between if people prefer to call me that or "princess" and thats a full name not a nickname lol. i Occasonally get "princess tokyo" tho, thats deffo a nickname. i dont tend to share my birthname with folx, so i cant really share the variety of nicknames ive had based on That, but i DO also have "fizz"/"fizzy pop" from my mum, cus of random baby talk from my sister when we were smol.

sign:

i dont tell people when my bday is, (not even my gf knows) and i Refuse to give Clues, sorry yall

height: around 5'4/5'5

last thing i googled: it was a local food place that me and my mum discovered existed the other week (but that had closed down during covid) that delivers roast dinners to your home. their website said they reopened today (or Technically yesterday by the time i post this lol), so i wanted to see what was up.

amount of sleep: hee hoo peanut, Varies, but i need a Minimum of 10 hours to feel Ok, so i Try to keep that as my average. somedays i get less, somedays i get a LOT more.

dream job: a performer. i love performing so damn much it hurts. its a part of my dna practically. but im shite at auditions, and i hate the industry, so even if i WASNT disabled in a way that makes that dream exceptionally hard for me, then its a dream thatll Probably forever go unfulfilled, and thats ok

wearing: harley quinn tshirt i bleached, and boxers uwu

media that summarises me: OOOO THIS IS A FUN QUESTION I HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS..... (sorry boys thisll probably get Long, this is kinda what i look for a Lot in media)

The "Life is Strange" games - particularly the first one - feel particularly relevant

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

Wired Wrong, Hold Me, Lyin' Awake - Steam Powered Giraffe

oooo Actually i think "Infinity Train" is a good show for me too

What's Wrong With Me? - Julia Stone

i would be an Idiot to not mention "It's Such a Beautiful Day", that film is an Intrisic part of my psyche BECAUSE of how much it resonates with me

Everybody Hurts - R.E.M.

I'm not dead - Boyinaband

Unbreakable - Gilmore Girls

it also feels ridiculous to not include "A Series of Unfortunate Events" (ill take both the books and the netflix, but the movie can go FUCK ITSELF), that series has been a key point in my brain for as long as I can remember.

Superman, I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker (and the New Lyrics version too) - Sandi Thom

the one who gave up, you wanted to look for help, i wanted to sit and wait to be rescued, action scene, when we met, hands, - flatsound (honestly Everything flatsound is a Vibe tho)

I Am My Own Disease - 4th Point

Am I?, F.R.E.A.K.S. - Victor and The Bully

Take Me Away - Avril Lavigne

SHIT, That Funny Feeling - Bo Burnham (and honestly the Whole of "Inside")

OOO THAT REMINDS ME absoLUTELY "The Midnight Gospel" that shit hits SO right

I Need Sleep - Balduin & Offbeat (and Offbeats general vibes too)

....oHHH IVE BEEN WORKIN ON THIS ONE QUESTION FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS IOK I THINK THATS ENOUGH YALL GET THE IDEA AT THIS POINT im so sorry i cant help it, i Love finding myself in media

(if your noticing themes of being unwell, sad, and full of Longing, no youre not shhhh)

favourite songs: i Refuse to take as long answering this as i did the previous question gjdfhg

my current FAV fav song is Hotel California - Eagles but ill also give honourary mentions to

En ång av rosor - Darin

That's Not How The Story Goes (S3 version) - Netflix Unfortunate Events

Touch of Life - VA†EM Oliver

Countdown - Epithet Erased

instruments: i am currently TRYIN to learn guitar, and though i am WILDLY out of practice i am technically a trained singer, and really want to start practicing again at some point, cus i REALLY miss the huge range i used to have t-t

aesthetic: i.... am honestly not sure how to answer this? i vibe with so many aesthetics, and i dont think id Ever wanna tie myself down to One. as a teenager, i was sorta "all in" on steampunk, but even then i had interest in others. and now my brain is kinda a Clusterfuck lol

favourite author: i think i HAVE to go with either Lemony Snicket, or Shakespeare

random fun fact: i love dice, i own so so many dice at this point, i have Literally zero use of them, theyre just Pretty and i Want Them, i have spent a Stupid amount of money on dice, and i Physically have to restrain myself from lookin at them so so much because i would have No money, Only Dice, if i kept lookin

some favourite mutuals to tag: no pressure to play at all, but @nsfwitchy, @rouge-the-bat, @megalo-station, @aprilbrowines

[honestlyitsjustsam]

I hope you don’t mind me asking but what is your head cannon on wake-up times for the protocol? Like who’s an early bird and who has to be drug out of bed at noon? Love seeing your little headcannons and ideas in the Val tag!

oh i dont mind!! and im glad you like seeing my posts :3 sometimes i feel like i spam them too much asdfgasdfasdfg

GOD ITS LONGER THAN I IMAGINED IM SORRY

okay so i believe Skye and Sova would def be early birds, the type of birds who also would go for a morning run together and talk about healthy life style... yuck crazy people

Chamber would be up early and would make sure he gets enough sleep and does his morning beauty routine or else he has eyebags and he will eliminate anyone who mentions them...slowly

Brimstone may be up early as well because he likes to meet the agents and its funny for him to see them all sleepy and messy asdfghj then they wake up fr and he makes them waffles and pancakes (mostly for Kj but shhhh)

Astra would be up early as well, she likes the quiet time before every agent is up so she can focus on her yoga and mindful exercises. oh and also she looves watching morning shows on TV which are all about gossip, she loves making fun of the concept and the people in it

Sage def is an early bird as well, i imagine she would wake up and after her meditation and a shower, def would make tea for herself and be tranquil with the day

Breach seems like the type to wake up whenever he pleases, like if he had a fun night and went to bed late he will wake up around afternoon but for a change, if he went to bed early he might wake up at noon, dont think he would be up early usually unless its Sova’s turn to make breakfast i feel the same for Reyna tbh, her waking up routines change whenever she wants to

i dont think Cypher and Viper would sleep..like at all. insomnia is a terrible thing and they both have inner demons which keep them up late at night. so until they cant function properly, they dont sleep which causes them to be up in the morning when everyone is just up. they might think these two are early but in reality they didnt even go to bed yet.

i think kj would sleep at late but wakes up early, she is the type of a person who is content with 4-6 hours of sleep. like it doesnt bother her, she may feel fatigue due to her late night hardworks but that tiredness isnt about the lack of sleep she gets.

raze on the otherhand would again work hard until midnight but sleep until midday as well to a point where kj would need to bring her breakfast because she missed it..My girl isn't sleep deprived; she simply enjoys sleeping.

Neon would be up early as well, but only because she doesn't sleep late; she sleeps at 10pm and wakes up at 9am. She also enjoys running and prefers to do it alone, so since Skye and Sova would be up at 6am, 9am is an ideal time for her.

even tho kayo is powerful, i believe kj would make a charging pod for him asdfghjsdfg like he wouldnt need to sleep but he needs his radianite core to be recharged so he would plug himself in and rest

i believe omen however does not need to sleep, like ever. he doesnt get tire because he doesnt have flesh or a nerve system so he really doesnt need to do anything at night but knit. omens existence is a little bit confusing to me but i see his body as a idk some sort of unstable material plus shade ig idk idk (but he never says no to bigspoon Cy and wake up next to him...)

i think Phoenix might wake up early as well because he looks like he enjoys life and wants to be alive truly, his job is to go and get his gf first because jett tends to be lazy in the mornings and if you dont wake her up she might go and sleep the whole day. so a kiss on the lips is enough for her to wake her up, then they go and visit their bf

yoru has to be the one Phoenix and Jett drug out of the bed, i always thought the dimentional drift to tire him so whenever he has fatigue he just dozes off and wakes up like 20 hours later, his lovers are worried for him :(

fade is a laaazy person, she wakes up late and whenever she wants BUT on sundays she has to be up early because hey sunday breakfast!! a sacred tradition for generations and then she will probably bother Cypher and wont leave him until he eats his breakfast

#anon asks

[lunartearrose]

I have such weeeiiirrd dreams like. Wtf is going ON IN THERE

#like read this if you dare. but uh. #i fucking dreamt i met the author of our dear funney squid manga and went to a resturaunt??? and she was asking how i liked the manga. euh. #and inwas sitting there #just wondering how i go about this. she saw MY interpretations of the characters too and was like mumbling something abt the dynamics i #chose to display. abd its like miss core of ika idk how to explain this but if i will be forced to explain in highly sanitized terms even #that i like their uhhh 'really good friendship' i would combust. i was already just staring down at my plate of something dying. #idfk abt u but i can never tell someone who made something that i want their characters to kiss to their face. i cant unless its friend ocs #not to mention! my family was there too w drunk friends that made me clam up more we both sat there like :///// hmmm yeah hi. it was weird #the most i could say is that i liked goggles a lot and she told me to my face I'm a silly guy like him and like. internally in this dream i #i just fucking died. like yes my gender is cute guy girl void they but please dont say that my fake family members dont know yet #just imagine you just fuckign get intrrviewed by approximation of a core of ika author/illustrator abt the connection u have 2 their charas #its like shhhh i never liked anyrhing ever aghhh but also i like want to write ur charas. a lil gay (im sorry) #anyways reme.ber this is a dream and miss core of ika was changing between approximation of lady and her flask sona thingy #rant abt bs in tags n stuff

[maybeimamuppet]

hello important things pls read!!

even if you don't read my fics this is also important for you!! pls read above the cut!! and if you do read my fics pls read below also!!

thank.

hey howdy hello and welcome!! happy holidays if you're reading this when it comes out!! and if not, then... happy day. yeeha.

ANYWAY!! i am soooo excited to share this with you guys, i've been working on this since SEPTEMBER omg. i finally get to publish and see your reactions and ugh i can't wait!!

from tomorrow until christmas, i will be updating EVERY. DAY. twenty five oneshots all at your disposal unless you're reading this in real time and have to wait for them to be published first.

and, i did it TWICE. that's right, i wrote FIFTY chapters in about two months. yes those are full suitcases under my eyes thank you for noticing.

FOR FOLKS WHO ARE JUST HERE FOR CHAOS AND DONT READ MY STUFF: i’ll be tagging all of these as “cadvent” so if you’re not in the mood to scroll a bit (i will be putting most of the fics under the cut like i normally do, kind of like this, but even still) feel free to block that tag :) and happy holidays!!

hello my darling readers!! welcome to below the cut. i’m imagining we’re all huddling under a parachute together like in elementary school pe rn. so fun.

anyway. every day there will be two new chapters!! one will be ‘vanilla’ cadnis, or the one without my twin oc’s leo and layla, and one will be with the twins. ill specify which in the title and opening notes :) i decided to do each twice because i had so many ideas and i know that kid/family fics are not everyone’s vibe. feel free to read both (please i beg i worked so hard) but if kidfic isn’t your kind of thing i understand.

credits for all the prompts go to bidiboop on wattpad!! i'm about four years late to this but whatever i wanna do it so i'm doin it now. rock n roll. thank you for the beautiful list!!

also!!!! some important shoutouts before we get into this beautiful holiday monstrosity. to my irl friends Kween, Nerd, and BeepBop, as well as @etchedstars and @/julez_20 on wattpad . thank you for letting me vent about this and/or for giving me ideas <333

and last but most definitely not least thank you to my friend bread @/paloma-nymph on wattpad or @/deadbreadrunning on ao3. this would not have happened without you. thank you from the bottom of my heart for all your support and inspiration. and also for making my beautiful covers :) also!!!!! they also did fifty chapters with the same prompts i'm using!!! bread did 25 days of heathers ships and 25 days of mean girls ships so everyone please go support my friend!!

before we get into the fics themselves, i wanted to give y'all some important information that i may or may not have included and didn't give context for (i can't remember!! so. have this.)

-to begin with!! this timeline is all sorts of wack. they do not go in chronological order at all even a little bit. 

in an attempt to make things easier i'll put the rough ages cadnis are and the rough ages the twins are in the opening notes of each chapter (bearing in mind that- in my timeline anyway- janis' birthday is in october and cady's is in february, so janis is a bit older)!! i may not have gotten the ages exactly correct bc i cannot do math!!! but give or take a year they're accurate. and even still there's a few little contradictions and things. but shhhh if we don't look too close maybe they'll go away.

-characters!! y'all know the ones in canon (i should hope) but here are some of the ones you might see mentioned:

-Elvira Sarkisian-Heron: Cadnis' pet black cat, adopted about a year after they were married. Occasionally goes by the nickname Ellie

-Daffodil Sarkisian-Heron: Cadnis' pet golden retriever, adopted after Cady completed her PhD when they were 26. Occasionally goes by the nickname Daffy

-Chip Heron: Cady's dad

-Betsy Heron: Cady's mom

-Rhys Heron: Cady's older brother, deceased. He was killed in the line of combat in the army when he was twenty and Cady was ten

-Juliette Sarkisian: Janis' mom. Occasionally goes by the nickname Ettie

-Luca Sarkisian: Janis' dad, deceased. He passed away from an illness when Janis was four. He's also French, that's kind of important

-Juliana Sarkisian: Janis' younger half sister. She was born when Janis was six. Occasionally goes by the nicknames Julie, Jules or Juju

-Pancakes Sarkisian: Janis' pet cat. She had him from the ages of 13-21

-Layla Reese Sarkisian-Heron: The elder twin (by three minutes). Louder, braver, and bigger in just about every sense. Occasionally goes by the nicknames Ladybug, Bug, Lala, or Loopsy

-Leo Juliette Sarkisian-Heron: The younger twin. Shy, quiet, but an absolute sweetheart. Occasionally goes by the nicknames Bumblebee, Bee, Lolo, or Lishy

-Elmer Sarkisian-Heron: Layla's stuffed elephant, received as a gift from Damian and Aaron when she was born

-Georgie Sarkisian-Heron: Leo's stuffed giraffe, also given to her by Damian and Aaron when she was born

other important shit (highly recommend reading my main book if you want more deeeeetails)

-cadnis got together on cady's birthday their senior year of high school (february 11)

-they did long distance for the first two years of university (janis was in new york and cady stayed in illinois. cady finished her undergrad in two years instead of the traditional four, and moved in with janis and damian in new york when they were 20 ish to start working on her master's degree)

-they got engaged right after janis finished her undergrad and cady finished her masters and they were ~22

-the twins' birthday is in may (may 14), so at their youngest they're six going on seven months old here :)

-cady and janis were 28 when the twins were born

-cady carried them

-the twins were born premature by almost two months and spent roughly a month in the nicu

-while cady was pregnant they developed twin to twin transfusion syndrome (in a nutshell, it's when two babies sharing a placenta in the womb don't share nutrients/blood/fluids/etc evenly and it can be deadly to both) and required surgery

and i believe that is everything!! hopefully but who knows lol.

anyway, without further ado...

happy holidays yall :)

#cadnis #cady heron x janis sarkisian #cady x janis #paint by numbers #space safari #cady heron #janis sarkisian #damian hubbard #regina george #gretchen wieners #karen smith #aaron samuels #mean girls #mean girls musical #mean girls broadway #mean girls the musical #'mean girls on broadway #cadvent

[artificialqueens]

Cause Though the Truth May Vary, This Ship Will Carry (Gigi/Nicky) - Campvanjie

AN: Based on the prompt: “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” - “Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.” A slight AU Gigi/Nicky, little bit of unrequited crushing and a lot of fate, originally posted to my old AO3 account on May 24th, 2020. Edited as well to add non-binary pronouns for Gigi out of drag, as the original used male pronouns. Don’t worry, I’m the original author and only want all of my stories collected under one pen name.

Summary: Nicky and Gigi strike up a friendship online, but just can’t meet until the time’s exactly right.

CW: slight mentions of homophobia.

The sun’s almost setting on an August day when Gigi flicks through the games in their library, bored of sniping enemies from rooftops, set on finding something else that has a competitive mode, kicking underneath the bed to find their headset. It would probably be best to at least try to talk to other people, and maybe even count up all the times people call each other gay without even realizing they’re talking to someone, who’s made sixteen dollars an hour dressing up as a girl and working at the rock climbing wall for all of high school.

There’s gay, and then there’s Gigi Goode; with a closet hanging full of custom couture, not that they’d ever admit to their mom that her work isn’t the worst.

There’s only one player in the team’s group chat, as Gigi adjusts their headset so they can talk into the mic.

“Hello?”

“Hey.”

“Hi!”, laughs the voice in his headphones; crackling as Gigi shoots and blows apart a box in the game’s lobby. There’s an accent there he can’t quite place, not that it matters so much, since the guy on the other end easily guides him through the map and even cracks a couple of jokes as one of the other team’s players is booted off a cliff. Maybe he’s Spanish, or Russian, since there are lot of Russian people on the server at this time of almost- night.  

They queue for another round, his player’s character stopping next to a poster of one of the girls in the game.

“I like her, do you?”, he asks, and Gigi cringes a little. Straight guys were fucking exhausting, but this was just embarrassing-

“Like, this coat, with the belt like this, makes her waist look like she is a wasp. The insect, not the white people.”, he keeps talking, and Gigi’s eyes widen a little.

“Yeah, I’d buy those boots.”, they joke, hoping that whoever it is, will take it in stride, and he won’t have to listen to someone who’d been cool for the past half an hour, suddenly start losing their mind over how gay that was to say out loud.

“The boots? I want this hair- I want just Mortal Kombat hair but like this color, and maybe instead of a gun I want the scepter, like Sailor Jupiter. You’ve seen that, yes?”

Gigi blinks a couple of times. He’s serious?

“Like, of course. Yeah.”

“She’s a Mugler bitch. Hm, aren’t you?”, the voice teases on the other end; kicking at one of the boxes in the game.

Gigi is silent, as their queue timer runs out, and their team join another game which is already active when they’re dropped in.

“It’s the Hermes winter collection.”

“What?”

“That jacket is a dupe from the Hermes winter collection. You said Mugler-”, Gigi repeats, blasting through a wall in the game.

“Oh- oh you’re saying- this past winter! Of course! Maybe someone on the design team is also a fan?”

“Maybe.”

The two of them finish the round, and Gigi eagerly hits yes; when a little box pops up to add TheNickyDoll to their friends list.

(Gigi adds him back on Discord, too- because they’re probably not taking the Xbox to college, and then, they can send pictures right away.

He’s not a serial killer, and he’s cute.

Gigi can’t help but wonder if Nicky thinks the same of them.)

They slowly knit together in between Gigi’s first semester, and when Nicky moves into a new apartment in the eleventh arrondissement in Paris, and pops a bottle of champagne against his camera on his phone, propped up in his new kitchen. He plays with the zipper on his hoodie, and Gigi still can’t help but be surprised with how simple his wardrobe is.

Gigi spends hours carefully curating their wardrobe, though they supposed in Europe, there were just better pickings.

“Don’t you have friends?”, Gigi jokes, shirtless against the white brick walls of their dorm.

“Everyone will be over later, but I just wanted to do a toast for your timezone. It will be like three am for you when everyone else gets off work.”

“So this is a private party? Well… okay let me get my card.”

“Seriously? Not that kind of party!”

“Didn’t say it was. Congratulations, by the way. I got you something! Well like, I found it, and it’s so you-“

Gigi flicks the camera to face forwards, swinging to a painting hanging in the closet.

“Aw, well you didn’t have to- what the fuck is that?”

“Putin! I painted him in like the eighth grade. My mom was dropping off some stuff last weekend and I can mail him-“

Nicky’s eyebrows shoot up, pots and pans clattering on the other end of the line.

“Bitch, I am trying to not be the victim of a hate crime.”

Gigi laughs a little bit, flipping the camera back to focus on their face.

“I never asked, what do you even do?”

“What?”

“Like you- you have a job right? What’s your job?”

“Ah, I’m working, well I worked at a makeup store, but now I have some contracts, and maybe, you know- this neighborhood is where all the bars and the clubs are. If there’s no work on the runways maybe some will be looking for new girls.”

Gigi’s cheeks run hot for a moment.

“Wait, you- you’re a girl?”, they ask weakly, hoping it won’t absolutely ruin their entire… whatever it is, when you’d rather have a private housewarming alone in bed, than pretend to enjoy the beers that are flowing through the rest of the hall downstairs.

“Only when I’m being paid. Do you know- well, you have to in America you have RuPaul’s show- it’s like that-“

“You do drag? Wait, really?”

“Shhhh.”, he stops them, pressing a finger between his lips. “It’s like, I haven’t got any bookings yet but some of the clubs are interested- some of the parties, too. I can be a bottle girl.”

Gigi simply blinks repeatedly in the screen.

“What- is that too gay? I thought we were both pretty gay.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Hey-“, Gigi keeps the camera on their face, their eyes flicking up towards the naked mannequin resting against the closet door. Most of Gigi’s things were still at home, but there was a black feathered swimsuit they’d been working on- if they took out the waist just a bit-

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Wow, we are getting deep in, Dr Phil.”

“Seriously, what is it?”

“I’m feeling pink recently. Usually just- something simple. Blue. Black. It’s soothing.”

“Black is not a color.”  

“Then it’s my favorite not-color.” Nicky pours from the bottle into a flute on her counter. “Get something to drink, come on.”

“Uh-“

“Doesn’t matter what. Come on!”

Gigi reaches for Red Bull, yesterday’s alcohol mixed into it, tangy and stale in the metal can.

“Okay.”

“Pace a Salute!”, Nicky cheers, and they clink their drinks against the camera.

-

Two months later, there’s a wrapped package on his stoop, covered in foreign postage, wet at the edges like it’s been through- what Americans would call the ringer, the labels so scratched over he can barely make out the return address, when he cuts the cardboard open on his kitchen counter.

If this was that stupid Putin painting, he was deleting Gigi from his entire life-

Inside, is fabric folded in paper, a little cloth ribbon tied around where a card is tucked in.

“I dont know what your actual skin tone is because you need better lights but merry Christmas if it doesn’t fit or doesn’t match sell it on eBay and get better lights”,

Gigi has written, in neat, large letters.

Nicky carefully unfurls the rest of it, and there’s a blue and pink bodysuit inside, accented with green and yellow panels that glitter like the facets of a diamond, and a yellow jacket, the bottom cut off just below the ribs, hemmed in thick stitches so the fabric won’t roll up.

Had Gigi gone and had this made? Or was it off the rack?, he wondered, digging for price tags and labels in the fabric.

Nothing.

Shit.

He fires off a message to Gigi, who is still showing as offline, given it’s probably six in the morning where he is.

14:17

-

How much is this “gift” you got me? Wtf…

FaceTime me later.

There’s predictably no response, and that night; he paints carefully in the mirror in his bedroom, laying out the little black dress he had chosen for the performance on his bed.

At the very last minute though, it’s that little suit from Gigi that wins out, nude panels sliding over his tights as he shimmies in front of the mirror.

It’s not perfect, but it all looks very nice.

When later comes, Gigi is wearing a red wig with blonde streaks that she runs her long fingers through, winking at the camera.

“My mom’s actually a professional seamstress. It didn’t cost anything, babe.”, she says with a little shrug, a tight yellow dress barely moving around his shoulders. There’s always a party here; and Gigi can’t imagine hating it more, the little college town bigger than he was used to, and yet still- too small for what she really wanted.

“If you want other stuff, I’ll send it. There’s lots of stuff that I don’t really wear anymore and we kind of have the same style. It’s not like anyone can say anything, then they’d have to admit they’ve seen me out in public. Or I could even make you something, I’m bored all the time.”

“Why are you doing this?”, Nicky asks.

“I dunno. It’s not like you’re my competition. You’re my friend.”

19:41

-

Anyway, I’m dropping out of school, getting a nose job and moving out to LA.

Gigi types out on their phone, underneath the table at their family’s annual thanksgiving dinner.

19:41

-

Maybe not all at once.

Nicky’s reply comes lightning fast- making Gigi grin.

“Are you seriously getting nudes right now?”, one of their brothers asks, and their mother glares at the both of them over the table.

“I’m getting some new sketches from my atlier in Paris.”, they seethe, glancing back down at the floor. Nicky’s been trying to teach him French, like it’s something that occupies them so that Gigi doesn’t implode; in between sending him links to his favorite shows to watch, and YouTube links to makeup tutorials.

(He still hasn’t figured out if Nicky means it; or if he’s trying to be shady, and just doesn’t know how.)

“Atlier is where you get the clothes made, dumbass. Mom’s sewing room isn’t Paris.”

“Shut up!”

“All of you just stop-”

19:43

-

It’s a hard time in life in general.

Try not to listen so much to those voices in your head.

Nicky’s text pops up with a loud, mechanical pinging noise, three dots still hovering under the message as Gigi forces looks up from the screen and glowers across the table as they reach for more baby carrots.

19:43

-

Make mistakes, but not too many, haha. You’ll figure it out.

If it makes you feel a little bit better, I’m moving to San Fran

19:43

-

What? For real?

Gigi’s nails frantically tap over the screen.

19:45

-

Yes! I bought a ticket.

And my husband called an immigration lawyer, we’re going to get my green card situation set.

“Lawyer-”, Gigi gasps; and their entire family pauses, glancing over the table at them.

“Jesus Christ. You did it, didn’t you? You got arrested your first semester, and you weren’t even gonna tell us-”

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.”, they snap, flipping the bird at their oldest brother.

“Well, you shouldn’t be saying it then.”

Their whole table erupts in a discussion Gigi can’t pay any attention to.

19:50

-

Cool.

That means I get to see you soon.

It’s gonna be great.

They taps ou, and close the app with a smile.

-

They hadn’t known if Nicky even had a boyfriend, not that it mattered; until it did.

Apparently; he had been married, for almost the whole time they had known each other- a blow Gigi hadn’t quite expected, to leave them as breathless as landing in Los Angeles; the shock not setting in, not in full, anyway- until they are standing in a new apartment, looking down at a menu of instructions on how to set up the wifi in the unit, fingers hovering over everyone in contacts.

They can’t call their mom; not this soon, and their brothers would tell her, and the whole plan would crumble; just like everything had with Nicky; whose calls Gigi had declined for the past solid month; the nights they had spent with their phones propped up behind desks and dressing room mirrors fading into something beyond memory; that they refused to think about any more than they had to, the messages asking if they’re alright answered in curt, short replies.

How could they have been so stupid, thinking that they were talking-talking, teasing that Nicky and they were friends; when Gigi didn’t even know what his real name was.

(Unless it was Nicky?)

Shit.

Gigi waits for their phone to load into the app, and refreshes the friends list a couple of times, until they can see Nicky’s icon at the top, the side of the circle cut through with a little green dot, and taps twice to start a call.

“Hi?”

Nicky’s greeting floats in the air, between a breath and utter silence before Gigi swallows their pride, pressing the phone to the side of their face.

“What do you know about connecting a router to a tower if I live on the…um third floor?”

The line crackles, but soon there’s a tiny, familiar chuckle. “First of all, that is not how you do any of that-”

They talk a little more, every day; in between, Nicky moves to New York and Gigi cuts a tape that they put in the mail with a wink. They’re due for a visit home soon, and carefully proposes- maybe it’s time they meet Nicky. New York isn’t far at all, and a layover would make for a cheaper flight, anyway.

-

Their plans stack up in hours of calls; and Gigi think they’re almost back to normal. Until, three days before the flight is supposed to leave, there’s a call they had forgotten to wait for, and their fingers hover over the message box below Nicky’s name, vibrating with anxiety and excitement all at once.

09:22

-

Hey. I had a family thing come up.

Gigi types, and then erases the text, steeling themselves as they taps out another one that makes a little more sense, and doesn’t seem like such a lie.

09:30

-

I’m so so so so sorry about this

I had some things come up and my trip fell through.

They send this instead, surprised to see Nicky start typing back immediately.

09:35

-

You’re not going to believe this

I have some work things that started recently and so it would have been really shitty to have a guest over now.

09:35

-

No way!

09:37

-

Yeah. :(( But we’re gonna hang out someday, I swear!

09:37

-

Dont worry! You’re definitely gonna see me.

Real real real soon!

-

“-Where do I go?”, Gigi asks, pulling at the bottom hem of the ornate jacket she wore, fiddling with the gold telescope in her hands. The lights behind the set burned brightly, making the thicker bottoms of the outfit feel much warmer than he had remembered them being.

“Go to that green square on the ground, and wait there, when you see the little arrow light up, you can enter the Werk Room and then we’ll have you stop inside, get your opening line, and let you see the other girls.”

“Okay.”

He does as he’s told, prancing in and kicking his boots in front of him as the lights move to capture Gigi’s entrance, his head only snapping to the side when given the signal, so he can see the others who are already crowded around the pink tables he’s only dreamed of seeing for so long.

“Holy Shit…Nicky?!”

In reality; Gigi can see far more of the detail of Nicky’s face; of her eyebrows and carefully painted cheeks and lashes, of all the effort that they had only really talked about, his eternal summer tan and the long fringe of black hair that he’s always nudging across his forehead, or slicked against a beanie, gone behind a platinum blonde veneer that’s so much brighter than Gigi has ever seen. She’s thinner, and taller, careful breaths underneath sequinned shoulder pads, knees knocking together as she gasps.

“Gigi!”

Widow and Crystal glance at each other over the pink table.

“Hold up, you guys know each other?”

In the flesh; Gigi is impossibly small, the sharp angles of her face, and the dark brown hair that sticks up in angles which Nicky traces against the white of his pillows in his bedroom on the screen of his phone in the morning, taped underneath a gold-tipped pirate hat, and lush, wavy curls. She looks like a model on the runways where Nicky used to work; so close to him that he can feel Gigi’s breath on the back of his hand, as he tightens his grip around the epaulets on her shoulder.

“Gigi Goode.”, she repeats, and Gigi giggles a little at that.

“The Nicky Doll.”, she laughs, and her voice sounds so much more solid, than it ever has over every crossed wire.

Gigi’s hand swings, squeezing Nicky’s tightly as they swing around the table; like the others who are there don’t matter at all. She rests her head on Nicky’s padded shoulder, cocking it just slightly, waiting there, as Crystal’s eyes flash at the scene before them.

“…and may the best woman win.”, Gigi whispers, only for Nicky to hear.

#rpdr fanfiction #nicky doll #gigi goode #gigi x nicky #pre-ship #fluff #online friends au #s12 #on set fic #queen au #campvanjie #concrit welcome

[imeminemp3]

thx @cartoonsun 4 tagging me 2 answer 30 questions:)))

(1.) name / nickname:

rené hehe:))))))

(2.) gender:

boys from 80s/90s movies with floppy hair

(3.) star sign:

scorpio sun, virgo moon, pisces rising, and i dont know what any of that means gd bless

(4.) height:

5’8″

(5.) time:

6:18

(6.) birthday:

02111999

(7.) favorite bands/groups:

you regret asking me this question. anyway: day6, red velvet, loona, stray kids, one direction, ateez, seventeen, exid, shinee

(8.) favorite solo artist:

lee hi, sunmi, hyuna, tswift, WOODZ wbk

(9.) song stuck in my head:

running gaho, and breathe lee hi

(10.) last movie:

san junipero isn’t a movie but i watched it last night

(11.) last show:

black mirror technically but only cus i wanted to watch san junipero and i counted that as a movie SO the last show i actually watched was he is psychometric

(12.) when did i create this blog:

ummm like. 2014?? she stuck w me thru all my hyperfixations

(13.) what do i post:

kpop, aes, funny things i think my friends will like, loads of gay stuff, any shiny thing that catches my eye bcus im a magpie actually

(14.) last thing googled:

penelope bcus i want a face mask like her scarf

(15.) other blogs:

lavenders--green which is an online grimore allegedly l111ght which i dont even KNOW the idea came to me at 1am and i couldn’t sleep till i made it sharkpuppyofficial TECHNICALLY cus im a mod but i always forget to check it so rip (easiest way 2 get my attention on there is tagging us in ur content and ill get around to it) untilthatdaycomic which is a secret surprise shhhh

(16.) do i get asks:

HAHAHAHAH lol no not even when i rb games (pls send asks im lonely)

(17.) why did i choose this url:

bcus i love the spiral i love my wife helen and i love michael. u can imagine im very mad rn following recent events:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

(18.) following:

my frens, some content blogs, basically anything that posts abt fandoms im in, some aes blogs, which comes into abt 1.2k blogs lmao

(19.) followers:

like 650 or so which is whack actually. not that followers matter on here i literally have more followers on twitter of all places so. yeah

(20.) average hours of sleep:

ummmmm i try for atleast 6 every night?? been more lately bc im so tired

(21.) lucky number:

2!! is it narcisistic that the reason is its my birthday?

(22.) instruments:

i played clarinet but idk her anymore. i really want to learn bass i think i’d be hot then

(23.) what am i wearing:

hot girl shit aka; black top with high neck and slightly flareed long sleeves under a crop that has black and white cheks and spaghetti straps, and my trusty black mom jeans, and cute socks as always (they have stars on them) ALSO this cute new pink eyeliner i bought which is important to mention

(24.) dream job:

i wanna be a cowboy babey actually want a lil cafe that sells/displays art and books and has a lot of plants

(25.) dream trip:

want to go aroud australia, and go to new zealand, japan, south korea, scotland and honestly i just want to go everywhere actually

(26.) favorite food:

rice and noodles and hot choclety milk

(27.) nationality

white australian

(28.) favorite song:

better better day6, gold rush tswift, body talk red velvet, idk i love so many songs

(29.) last book read:

i was just on the tram rwading the goldfinch being a very pretentious main chaacter BUT there was another pretentious main character sitting near me who was reading milk and honey

(30.) three fictional universes you'd like to live in:

idk narnia i guess, nightvale and is the trc universe qualifiable????bc i want to live in cabeswater thanks

ok ill tag @flightlesslovers @homeinabookshelf @billdenbrough @morbidstuff2019 @sadprose-auroras @oneweekmp3 @lalisagbt idkidk who to tag. feel free to tag urself on my behalf nd do this if u see it ahahah

#me #tag game #ty ily for tagging me #long post

[incorrectcfs]

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[glitch-h]

Oh god I still have emo Valentine's day cards.... rawr means I luv u in dinosaur :3 Aaaaaaaa

dnfnDNDN SHHHH i literally handmade a valentine that said that to my ex when i was 14 we dont need to bring up the sins of my past

Tho for the record,, rawr ;3

Also i have the exact valentine i mentioned in those tags its this

#ask #im still emo akdjf #thinking abt going scene next yr bc honestly scene culture slaps #already have neon fishnet fingerless gloves so...

[bangtanata-blog]

Misha’s 100+ followers’ follow forever thing ft. Gudetama, a lazy ass 2 min edit done with shaking hands, suggested by Jenny and actually done after a pep talk with Heena.

I can’t really talk about how happy I’ve become after knowing about BTS and actually becoming their fan, bc some of their songs do... help, in a way. Like, 21st Century Girls, So Far Away, 4 O’Clock, Miss Right, etc--they have.... helped me, in going through some days. I just had a bad week, month, whatever, and I was a bit stupid today bc I researched some stuff that probably shouldn’t be researched... So I thought that maybe doing a positive thing will help today after hours of listening to music proven unsuccessful.

So... here it is, a list of people, both mutuals and non-mutuals. I’m sorry if my mention annoys you or bothers you, especially if we’re not mutuals. But I just want to let you know that by making these mentions, I wanna voice out how your presence in my dash actually help me a whole lot, and that is why I’m still upset that Indonesia has tumblr blocked.

bold - mutuals / normal - non mutuals / the list is not in alphabetical orders. i will mention mutuals first. / all mentioned people have something written for them. i’m sorry if some are too long or too short. jsyk i love you all.

@clairelions​ 💜 chiara 💜 thank you for following me back that day, it made me scream internally and eternally; i was really happy when i found out about it. i really look up to you! not only bc you’re older, but you’re also nice and sweet, not to mention polite, and i really aspire to be as kind as you someday. sometimes i still laugh at my mistake in sending that anon message without clicking the anon button, but it’s really sweet over how you take it so calmly and even still accepts my anonymous messages when you know that it’s me. i love your edits, i love your jikook aus, your hogwarts aus (the hogwarts aus have a special place in my heart... i haven’t forgotten that i want to write a fic for it someday!) and many others. i hope your redbubble stuffs get more purchases, and that you’ll have a great day, don’t forget to stay healthy and hydrated. ilu 💜

@yoonkia​ - So, this is the nice thing I was talking about. I like making people happy, so this is okay, I guess. The gudetama was made in a spur of moment and tbh Gudetama is a Huge Mood but anyway, thank you so much for messaging me. I didn’t think anyone would, and I didn’t even know why I made that post. I only realized I was shaking when I saw your message, thank you. (Also, I’m more eloquent now. This is actually how I talk usually!! dhklslshd i’m sorry you had to see that strange me). I actually really like seeing you on my dash, and I’m??? always happy to know we’re mutuals even tho we barely talked dshjkfjd I hope that we can talk more;; you need to know that i’m usually funny //hEH. again, thank you 💜

@jvnckles - jENNY HAHAHAHAHA I DIDNT END UP USING MY SKETCH OF TAEHYUNG IM SORRY BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE THE GUDETAMA ANYWAY WWWW 💜 Jenny jenny jenny ilu it’s such a happy coincidence when i saw you on Fahreen’s blog and when I found out you’re Indonesian I just have to follow you bc!!!! aaaa!!!! I don’t regret it one bit you’re such an angel and ilu and dont let mean pouty anons get in your way, you’re amazing and lovely and you deserve a lot of good things in this world hun 💜 i wish you the best of luck with the upcoming college days lmao i hope you dont suffer like i do 💜💜 ilu nak stay strong yah wwww

@jungcock - miaAAAAaaaa we don’t talk much but youre!! such!! a blessing!! in my dash your tags are funny your text posts are funny and your fic is great ilu even tho im worried about your health bc you’re high sometimes when i see you on my dash (it’s mostlikely a culture shock-- since we don’t really get high here. it’s basically illegal anyway) but you do you, buddy, just stay healthy and safe ok?? your writing gets me motivated to do some actual writing myself lmao i hope my weakass self can actually update something soon. ilu 💜

@kookieholic - i dont see u a lot in my dash... it’s probably a timezone thing :c but you’re a sweet sweet person and ilu and thank you for existing i hope we can be friends someday 💜

@cyphertaehyungie / @kikiwho - !!!!!! i’m still amazed that you’re... following me, tbh. I love your edits, i love your posts, you sound like such a sweet person and hdsshk yeHA thank you! 💜

@hosehok - 💜💜💜 We havent talked in a few but I always get pleasantly surprised whenever I see you back on my dash. Thank you for existing, I love you.

@kimtaehyungl - You’re a constant presence in my dash; it would seem weird for me if you’re suddenly not there, tbh. I love your posts, I love your contents and your tags and honestly thank you for brightening my day, every day 💜

@taegayhyung - I don’t see you a lot too :c A timezone thing? Mostlikely. I’m sorry we never really talk, but I’m sure you’re a gr8 person 💜

@faenam - I screamed when you followed me back, still scream when I see you on my dash. You’re so... chill sometimes and actually cool but also you’re??/ cute? I don’t know how to say this properly? Am I being creepy??? dhslsgjdks anYWAY thank you for being on my dash, I love you and your contents and I hope we can be friends 💜

@taehyungtrsh - bABY (i dont know why I said that, but oh well?) thank you for following me back and thank you for interacting with me whenever we’re able to! I’m too shy to really send anything else other than asks but you’re honestly very kind and fun and just!!! thank you, you made me feel at home and at ease when I first started this blog and you made me feel like I’ve made friends in this fandom. Thank you 💜

@hobisuki - 💜💜💜 First of all, I wish you the best of luck in your upcoming college years. I’m sure that whatever path you choose you can find something good out of it and that you’ll flourish; it’s okay even if it’s not your first choice, it doesn’t mean you’ve lost your path to a bright future. There are other pathways you can take and it’ll lead you there nevertheless. Tbh wow I can quote something from So Far Away right about now lmao but yeHA goodluck bb i’m sure you can do it!! Thank you for following me and thank you for brightening my dash, ilu 💜

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@booptaegi - Hello! First of all, I’m sorry if this mention bothered you or anything; I just want to tell you that I love seeing you on my dash, your contents make me smile and sometimes your tags make me laugh. I love.. the taegi contents..... (I just love all ot7 dynamics but dsjkhd shhhh ilu) I hope that you’ll have an amazing day today; please don’t forget to stay healthy and hydrated, don’t forget to eat! 💜

@jhsmixtape - Hello, I’m sorry if this mention bothered you or anything, but I just want to let you know that sometimes i come in the form of an anon I love seeing you on my dash. You’re funny and your interactions with your mutuals and anons make me laugh everytime! Your tags and your text posts and others are so funny as well, so thank you, thank you, for making me laugh 💜

@yoonseok - hello, I’m sorry if this mention bothered you or anything, but I just want to let you know that I love seeing you on my dash. Your gifs and contents are top notch, and you’re actually nice and p relatable dsjkdfj I’ve seen some mean anons bothering you before, and I want to tell you that whatever they may say about you, please know that I do appreciate you and like seeing you on my dash, and that although you seem awkward and super blunt, you’re actually p sweet :’) Please don’t let the anons drag you down. You’re a kind person and you deserve many good things. Please don’t forget to eat healthy and stay hydrated (as a side note though... make sure never to take too much water again :’D), I hope you’ll have an amazing day!

@jimiyoong - Hello, I’m sorry if this mention bothers you! I want to let you know that you’re a sweet sweet person esp whenever I see your interactions with the anons, how patient and mature you are, etc. I love seeing you on my dash, and as I mentioned above, your presence actually makes me happy sometimes. Thank you 💜 I hope you’ll have a nice day, please don’t forget to stay hydrated!

@vanillalattaes - 💜💜💜💜 Okay you probably already know who I am thanks to my name HJDSGHKSJD aNYWAY yeah I can’t believe this is the Grand Reveal but hey at least it’s not a stray message like how it happened with Chiara dhsklsk Hello, it’s me, Cappuccino, and no pressure over finally knowing who I am (as in you don’t have to follow me back if you don’t want to!!!!). I’m sorry if this mention bothers you, but I just wanna let you know that I’m really really happy to have you as my friend, Fahreen. I can’t stress this enough, I’m so happy to see you on my dash, mostly it’s bc I know then that you’re healthy and safe 💜Thank you for listening to my rants whether that one time on the rabbit site or through the anonymous messages. You’re a genuinely kind person and I’m happy to have you as my friend 💜 You make me happy and feel loved and honestly you’re one of the reasons why I’m so content in staying in this bts blog and in this fandom overall. I love that we both love spicy foods, I love that we can bond over cake. You’re a sweet, sweet person and I hope that you’ll have a nice day. Please don’t forget to eat and stay hydrated! Thank you Fahreen, you’re appreciated!!!

#follow forever #as in: misha ranting about her love for everybody #misha rambles

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

K1-B0 and His Two Mechanically Genius Friends

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PgF6Ah

by nixtea11

Kazuichi is learning how to repair Keebo without destroying everything. Miu is jealous of how much time they spend together.

Words: 1382, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: K1-B0 (Dangan Ronpa), Iruma Miu, Soda Kazuichi, Saihara Shuichi (mentioned), Sonia Nevermind (mentioned), Professor Idabashi (mentioned)

Relationships: K1-B0 & Soda Kazuichi, Iruma Miu & K1-B0, Iruma Miu & Soda Kazuichi, K1-B0 & Iruma Miu & Soda Kazuichi

Additional Tags: Fluff, One-Shot, Alternate Universe - Non-Despair (Dangan Ronpa), Keebo and Miu are supposed to be have a platonic relationship, but you can read it as romantic if you want idc, i don't know how the insides of robots work, but shhhh dont tell anyone, Soda Kazuichi and K1-B0 are Friends, think of this like an Ultimate Talent Development Plan kind of universe, this was based on keebo and kazuichi's interaction in that so, i dont know what else to put here, just dumbasses being friends

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PgF6Ah

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #dr

[teacupslou]

🍌fun (?) facts about me🍌

The lovely @justholdonharry tagged me to share some facts about me :)

1. I am a very stereotypical art student from time to time, no more than that (shut up G you know nothing…)

2. I am doing a poor job of sending Daily Harry Styles to a friend outside of the fandom.

3. Previously mentioned Daily Harry Styles is more occasionally, debatably Monthly Harry Styles…

4. I have an unhealthy obsession with nostalgic music. I have about 5 playlist with “old” songs.

5. I have a norwegian forest cat named Misha.

6. I watch a hell of a lot of youtube but decided to dedicate my blog to 1d and nothing else (mistakes were made…) so if anyone wanna talk youtubers, hit me up!

7. I’ve never had tinder nor any other dating apps.

8. Fact number 7 is absolutely due to me being too cool for dating apps.. not my soon to be 4 year long relationship… shhhh

9. I love baking!

10. I have a matching tattoo with my two siblings.

I tag these precious people:

@dingleberrylou @fromthegalactic @giadbaltimore @hazzasdaddy @hisbravery @larriesrepresent @larry-feels-like-home @lostinlarryville @louisfeelshome @modellou @princeofyorkshire @scarletflamex @smallstyles @twinnxless

please appreciate the alphabetical order it took me embarrassingly long. And as per usual, dont feel obligated to do this!

if anyone else wanna do it please tag me so that I can learn more about you! :D

#mine #justholdonharry #hopefully you guys arent sick of me tagging you in stuff #i try and tag new people but i cant really remember who ive tagged before and who of said tagged people went thought with it #ofc its fine if you dont wanna do it but then i might as well tag someone else instead of being a bother ahah #me #tag

[ao3feed-mchanzo]

Inky Black

by defenest

Jesse McCree doesn't think he's worthy of his soul mate. He has never met him, but damn, he's beautiful, and there's no way... Well, Jesse figures, sometime he'll just have to prove himself wrong. The story of Jesse McCree from Deadlock to Recall and his fumbling attempts to woo Hanzo Shimada.

(It's a working title, shhhh)

Words: 601, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Original Deadlock Gang Character(s), Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta, basically everyone

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta

Additional Tags: young mchanzo, Soul Bond, soul mates, Angst, Deadlock sucks, Orphan McCree, Mentioned Abuse, probably more tags, i dont know, bear with me

from AO3 works tagged 'Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada' http://ift.tt/2siGG6I via IFTTT

#mchanzo #fic #ao3feed #overwatch #jesse mccree #hanzo shimada

[ao3feed-pharmercy]

Inky Black

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2siGG6I

by defenest

Jesse McCree doesn't think he's worthy of his soul mate. He has never met him, but damn, he's beautiful, and there's no way... Well, Jesse figures, sometime he'll just have to prove himself wrong. The story of Jesse McCree from Deadlock to Recall and his fumbling attempts to woo Hanzo Shimada.

(It's a working title, shhhh)

Words: 601, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Overwatch (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Jesse McCree, Hanzo Shimada, Original Deadlock Gang Character(s), Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison, Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Genji Shimada, Tekhartha Zenyatta, basically everyone

Relationships: Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada, Soldier: 76 | Jack Morrison/Reaper | Gabriel Reyes, Fareeha "Pharah" Amari/Angela "Mercy" Ziegler, Genji Shimada/Tekhartha Zenyatta

Additional Tags: young mchanzo, Soul Bond, soul mates, Angst, Deadlock sucks, Orphan McCree, Mentioned Abuse, probably more tags, i dont know, bear with me

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2siGG6I

#pharmercy #rocket angel #overwatch