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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 2 years

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Hi Im new here and I must say I love the work youve done here but the one I liked the most was the platonic friendship asks (I especially liked how you called it the the only ship you need is a friendship) but I wanted to know if you could do some friendship asks for Alastor, Charlie, Octavia Verosika and..............actually thats about it I cant really thank of anyone else I would be curious to see have a platonic with so thank you for your time and work

The only Ship that never sinks

Alastor

Friendship with alastor was a rare thing.

Sure, he called plenty of people his "friends", but that was just a nice way of him saying, 'I could kill you in a heartbeat, so do what I want.'

But you found a kindred spirit with Alastor.

Youd met at a bar, a rather classy joint, a club really, you having bought the last bottle of his favourite brand.

When you discovered as much, you'd offer him to share, and while a little suspicious, as he always was, he'd agree, the two of you pulling up a chair and started chatting over the bottle.

Youd swap stories, tell jokes and have a good laugh.

Alastor would actually find himself liking your company.

By the end of the bottle youd part, both rather buzzed by your drinks. And you wouldn't encounter each other again.

Until a few weeks later when he showed up to the same bar, the man ending up buying the last bottle of the same wine, only to bump into you again, and after a hearty chuckle, you ended up sharing that bottle too.

It was strange for the man, being genuinely friendly with someone, but when you told him you didn't really care who he was, or simply it didn't matter as you'd treat him the same regardless, he became enamoured with you.

You quickly became a good friend.

And actual friend, not someone who he controls and was too scared to talk back, you were friendly because well, you were friends.

And he liked that. You could keep his attention, a rare feat for any soul in this retched plane.

And you had plenty in common.

Now granted, you weren't as cultured, or a Cannibal like him, although when hed Cook you would eat, never questioning where he got his meats from.

But you both enjoyed Southern cuisine, so that was something.

And yeah, you didn't know much about music or dancing, or Jazz... but you were always in the mood to bust a move with the dapper demon.

And Alastor could appreciate that.

He loved how you were always willing to go along with his schemes, it was nice to have a companion on his adventures that he didn't need to lead on by hand.

And it was very different experiencing the world with a real companion.

Alastor able to tell a witty jokes when he thought of them. Any time he tried before hand the denizens of hell would either run, or just stand there, often soiling themselves. And those that didn't, the joke would go clear over their head.

But with you, he had a companion with whom he could share these witty remarks with.

And he'd broken into laughter more then once by your response. The demon always happy to have you around.

And yes, there was an incident where you were kidnapped by Vox in order to get to him, the demon fearful he could lose you.

But he'd manage to get you out... relatively unharmed.

And while anxious about it, thinking for sure you'd want nothing to do with him after being kidnapped and brutalised because of him, not that he'd blame you if you did.

He was amazed to find you didn't.

Youd tell him you understood being friends with the radio demon would be a major risk, but he was your best friend and you didn't just give that title to anyone.

Youd have a very entertaining friendship, playful, the both of you happily teasing and playing with each other.

You were friends.

Honestly friends.

And yes, having you around did kind of impact his image, as he wasn't this all terrifying being when walking around anymore, telling jokes with some random sinner.

But Alastor cared not for the opinion of others, he loved your friendship and wouldn't give it up for all the chaos in Hell.

Charlie

Friendship with Charlie was... something else.

Charlie could be both the most amazing friend in the world, most amazing person you could ever meet, and the single most overwhelming and irritating individual you knew.

Much of of girls irritation coming from her constant positivity, it could be a lot, especially when your in a bad mood.

But, that was also the best part of Charlie.

She was just... so happy.

She was always so warm, so lively, so loving. And so, so, sooo loyal.

She was always so warm and welcoming, the girl would do anything for her friends, always happy to go above and beyond.

And she was always there. Whether you were just hanging out, in need of help, even just a hug, or a shoulder to cry on.

Charlie did a great job at moving forwards, looking on the bright side, doing her best to stay positive.

But she was also very fragile.

She was an absolutely amazing friend, she was also very high maintenance.

She could take a mountain of rejection and failure, and keep marching on, head held high.

But all it'd take is one bad day, they were rare, but absolutely real.

Maybe shed trip on a mat. Bump into a wall or corner. Maybe get her clothes caught on a door Handle, and there she was, the big sad.

She was never obvious about it, she just pulled in on herself. She got real quet real fast and just kept to herself.

It was heartbreaking.

And you knew how to care for her.

You didn't try and cheer her up, instead you'd let her be sad for a while, letting her know how much loved the girl. You'd hold her close, watching her favourite movie or reading her a book, comforting her as she just felt bad once and a while.

Or you'd just lay there, hugging her close, letting her know you were there for her.

No matter what.

And Charlie just adored you for those times, the two of you having such a tender and loving friendship.

And yes it could be difficult to support her idealistic beliefs, but you did your best. Trying your best to be a true friend and support her.

You and Vaggie were... friendly.

Vaggie was strangely guarded around you. Seemingly hostile to yours and her girlfriends relationship.

But despite this, you both knew the other cared for Charlie, so, you never treated each other too harshly.

And you both supported Charlie, you just got a little hostility from the moth demoness from time to time.

The both of you would help with the Hotel, although you were better at getting Charlie to listen, saying things in a way that better got her attention.

Again, Vaggie didn't like that.

But it worked, Charlie having a more leveled belief system, if still idealistic.

And yes, everything would still go the same.

Octavia

Noble children were usually either one of two things.

Either they were egotistical, spoiled, sadistic or weird brats... or they were kinda like her.

They were Kids brought up with fairly non-despicable parents that allowed them to be themselves.

And luckily for her, you were in the second group.

Youd meet as children, Octavia not wanting to leave her father, not knowing any of the other, scary, angry looking noble kids.

Then, you'd anxiously approach, timidly asking if she'd like to play. And while hesitant, looking to her father, he'd just smile, pushing her towards you.

She was timid, but agreed, you pulling her off to play. You'd play as little kids always did, talking about your parents, chasing each other around.

And well, that'd be the beginning of your friendship.

Octavia was an interesting child.

She was both a wild child that love wrestling and play fighting and being a commander in a great army. But she also loved having tea parties and dress up and playing 'fancy party' like your parents.

At the beginning of your friendship, Octavia was fairly shy. She wasn't particularly talkative, and often let you lead.

But, after a while, the little girl would proudly lead, directing your play sessions and adventures, making up grand plots for you to play out in the palace grounds.

And yes, it took a while for your families to come Vet each other before you could really be friends, but once they knew each others stock, the two of you quickly becoming the closest of friends.

Octavia was a very fun loving and interesting young girl when you get her out of her shell, something only you and her father ever really managed to do.

Youd really be her only friend growing up, the girl not really liking other noble children more and more each year.

You were her only lifeline at royal gatherings, the two of you fending off the more arrogant of noble youths.

You had each other's backs, always there for the other, always there with a helping hand.

You were practically a part of the family, quite the feat for any noble child, you and Octavia two peas in a pod. You were vven tutored together many a times, both Stolas and Stella seeing you as a worthy friend for their daughter.

And everything seemed to be going excellently. Your friendship only growing stronger as you got taller an older.

And then, Stolas had his affair.

Now, you knew his marriage wasn't exactly hospitable, and you didn't particularly blame him when he called for a divorce. But the affair itself, well, you couldn't just look past that, especially with how it effected Octavia so much.

You were of course there for the Owlet, holding her close for hours as she cried or just needed attention. You'd sneak in many nights, telling her jokes or reminding her of better times, often binging her favourite shows and listening to your favourite music.

You were on call 24/7, if she called you were there.

You also brought her favourite treats, sweets and pastries. You probably putting on pounds from all the sweets you were chowing down on.

You were what she needed, her only real source of comfort at the time, her parents to busy fighting to pay much attention.

Youd do your best to support, trying to mediate between her and her parents. And well, it wasn't as easy as it looked.

And it took time, and lots of work, but when Octavia and her father finally got back together, you'd heaved a heavy sigh, finally feeling things were fixing themselves.

And it'd be one night when she called you, you coming over expecting to have to hold her for another night of her parents fighting.

But instead, all you found was her, the girl bringing you into a heavy hug, thanking you for always being there for her.

Youd just hug her back, telling her you'd always be there for her.

What are friends for?

Octavia just smiled hugging you back, the two of you holding each other for another night, this time just to be close for a night, as friends.

Verosika

Friendship with Verosika was usually a good time.

Verosika didn't really differentiate between 'fuck buddy' and 'legitimate friend'.

Granted, she'd lost quite a few friends in her day because of it, But she was a Succubus, what do you expect?

Youd meet at the bar, as many young couples did. The two of you drinking your fill before youd sneak off for a rough, hard romp, the two of you likely putting her limos suspension to good use.

And afterwards... you'd go back to the bar, the two of you drinking the night away.

Youd wake up in your bed, having again fucked the night before.

You were both groggy, hungover, but satisfied, Verosika telling you you were a good lay, and coming from a Succubus that was quite the complement.

Youd get out of bed first, telling her youd make her your "famous hangover cure", and despite the bitter taste, it worked right up, the girl perking right up, eagerly asking for the recipe.

Youd give it to her, the girl almost excited to try it for her next hangover.

But when she finally did get hungover, trying to make the cure, it just... didn't work.

She was pissed, making it a few more times.

And it never worked.

So, getting a bottle of the good stuff she'd track you down, getting to your apartment, the two of you sharing the bottle.

Aaaannnd you ended up in bed together, with a hangover the next morning.

She'd have you make the hangover cure, and much to her frustration, it was great.

Working 100%.

And with that, that's all she needed. She'd offer you a job on the spot, giving you some basic job, acting like a secretary or something. But really, she just wanted that cure.

Youd quickly become a part of the entourage, becoming 'Very' familiar with the pack of horny demons.

And you'd actually be a unique addition to the posse, not being a sex demon yourself and given your job as essentially a secretary, you could hold a conversation with the woman without your mind instantly turning to sex.

Which was a nice change for the girl, able to rely on you for more then a few minutes without your mind drifting off to more carnal acts.

Not that you didn't fuck around. You absolutely did. You just also had a good relationship outside of the bedroom.

The two of you would spend a lot of time together. A large portion of that was for work, scheduling gigs and reservations, finding studios and gigs for her.

But youd often drink together, sat at the bar, swapping stories and jokes.

Youd actually get along great. Supporting her after her hangovers, helping her with her day to day, and just being useful to the pop star.

Youd also hang out before and after shows, getting her tea or coffee. Getting a change of more comfortable clothes for after a performance.

And yes, you'd occasionally fuck around, especially if you'd been drinking. But you were just as likely to hang out and talk outside the bedroom. You'd go out to lunch or dinner together, having a good time outside the bedroom.

And eventually, she'd begin to open up more, telling you about the difficulties of working with Succubus and Incubus, you being the only one that didn't constantly ask for sex and how much she appreciated that.

Youd stick with the girl, from beach city to Ozzie's. Granted, she may have had to pull some strings if you were a sinner.

But you were there for her, her best friend, assistant and frequent fuck buddy. Happy to drink with her, fuck around in her bed and making her your "famous hangover cure".

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chaifootsteps · 6 months

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Vivziepop's character design has this thing that pisses me off. I remember when i was around 14 and discovered Hazbin Hotel, i liked the character designs, but there was something about them that frustrasted me, and had hoping she would redesign them to look better. And now, after almost 4 years, i understand it:

Vivziepop can make PRETTY character designs, but she sure as hell cant make GOOD character designs.

The best example about this i think it would be Glitz and Glam or whatever their names are:

These two are pretty and sexy, thats almost what everyone agrees on. But, their designs are FAR from good.

Their designs are just a mess, i dont mean it just because they got a lot of detail, but literally no asspect of the designs works in ANY way.

I tried to imagine how they would look if their designs were better, keeping their common appareance because i admit they are cute and i wanted to keep that. I tried to redesign her clothes, changing colors, playing with the details, and it would just NOT work.

Their designs are so bad, they need a COMPLETELY new redisgn made from 0 because there is no way to fix that shit. I will explain it better:

Are they pretty? Yes, are they sexy? Also yes, are their designs successful at represents clowns (what they are supposed to be)? No, are their designs easy to read (in the sense that you never get confused of where one ends and the other one start or lose sight of their limbs)? Not at all, do they look like clown fish (aparentely their species)? No, are desigs good at telling us about her personalities, and other important asspects of them? Nah.

And this exact problem is also seen in basically every character made by Vivzie, especially female characters, they are designed to be eye candy and forget the part where she has to actually design something good.

Those designs are good only for when you are doodling something on your sketchbook, not for actual designs for characters on a story where you get angry when people dont take it seriously.

Pretty designs =/= good designs.

Just another reason Viv would have been better off if she stuck to music videos.

That or porn.

#Anonymous #vivziepop mention #actual blog post

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pinkniz · 1 year

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Thinking about yandere Leon and Freddy so here goes my ideas because I refuse to write stories myself but I want to get it out of my mind

Leon

He's anxiety inducing to say the least, its like being stalked by a lion(haha funny but fr hes like that)

He stalks you for a long time before even approaching you

Eventually he starts getting closer by appearing in places you frequent, you will start noticing this strange man with red hair that seems to be everywhere you go. Whether its the grocery store, your favorite cafe, your workplace, he's everywhere but never directs a word to you

You will notice things you like or showed interested in start appearing in your house. He observes you so much he notices what you like and sometimes he breaks inside your house to leave you little gifts

At this point you're probably terrified but dont worry it will get worse because he's no longer satisfied with just observing you and what pushes him to actually pursue you its jealosy

He sees others approaching you, way too close for his liking and thats when he decides to take you away. He says to himself he's only trying to keep you safe but in reality? He wants to be the only one allowed to have you

He's cold most of the time, but if you could only know what he has done for you, the amount of blood he has spilled just for you

He starts sharing with you, sharing himself, his interests. He thrives on those moments when you two have something in common or (out of fear) you stay close to him and listen to music together

Dont worry, he'll often come clean up the room he keeps you in, feed you and bring you gifts. Hopefully (for him) you'll warm up to him and you'll finally allow him your touch which he desperately craves. Just be good and he'll be good to you because as much as he cares for you, he will NOT TOLERATE any misbehaving from you

Leon usually only punishes you by taking away the nice things he gives you and becoming colder towards you, if you try to run away too many times he will chain you up to limit your movement but when he's mad at you he starts insulting you. How can you be such an ungrateful brat? Are you really that stupid to not see how much he does for you? No wonder he's the only one that could tolerate your existence

He isnt violent per se but he can be forceful. He grabs your wrists to move you around the room he keeps you in with enough strenght to leave bruises just to make sure you cant break away from his grasp. If he has you tied up its likely that he'll drag you around

He isnt affected at all by your tears and pleas, he's genuinely convinced he's doing the right thing, that you can't be by yourself and that you need him, you just haven't realized yet. This is necessary to keep you safe. Stop crying already, you just have to sit down and he'll do all the work

Freddy

Oh boy

You're in for a treat, you see, Freddy is a classic meathead who can hardly stay focused in anything except the things he likes, and he happens to like you a LOT

In contrast to Leon slow and discrete approach, Freddy goes all in from the start. He flirts, he shows off to you, he will buy you anything you want but the problem is that in this pursue, he will start putting you in danger just so he can "save" you and show you how strong he is and how only he can protect you

It ranges from ordering his lackeys to attack you or straight up releasing miramon near your house so he can beat them in front of you

He slowly convinces you that you're only safe with HIM. And as you get more and more attached the worse he gets because he sees it as the "seal of the deal". Now you're mates.

He's extremely jealous of anyone who approaches you, he starts marking you with bitemarks and scratches you with his claws so others know you're taken by him and if they dont go away he doesn't mind crushing them, in fact he loves dismembering others just for you, isnt he sweet?

He never stops spoiling you tho, in fact, he has bringed you to his place, he lets you do whatever you want there and you have plenty of luxuries provided from him. He doesn't really mind because he sees YOU as his home so as long as you're with him he's content

Despite his possesiveness over you he actually likes parading you, he sees you as the prettiest creature on Earth and he loves bragging about you and how you're "all his", you can dress however you want and he allows you to go outside but he will GROWL at anyone who comes too close for his liking.

He's very violent and mean towards everyone except you, it's like as if a switch gets flipped in his head whenever it comes to you. He can do a little disembowling, a bit of bone breaking here and there, but he strongly refuses to harm you outside of marking you with his teeth and claws and your existence is such a delight to him and every time you praise him you're only fueling his obsession over you

If you put defiance he will find it amusing, go on, bite him, punch him, kick him, you are such a feisty little thing aren't you? He laughs at your useless attempts and can only find them cute but if you cross his limits he will break everything around you, furniture flying across the room, claw slashes across the walls and despite not wanting to hurt you, he actually loves seeing you cry

#dislyte #dislyte x reader #leon dislyte #freddy dislyte #leon vali #freddy fenrir #👁️👁️#x reader

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sumbier0 · 1 year

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Okay time to elaborate on this *cracks knuckles* but in a separate post because hey I would actually want this part to show up in the tags

So, first off, music on Alternia hardly has an industry. Actually, calling it an industry would be generous, especially after Signless' revolution - almost no one even makes music, and a big chunk of troll population might not even really have an easy access to it . After the S revolution its not even an available career choice, all music is probably made by teenagers /children [even IF adults make any music, it probably stays in the ship or whatever setting they're in]

So any parties, events involving music are most often organized by highbloods, but thats either way not that often.

Now more onto what the music might be like itself. Purple bloods most likely have genre of music really alike if not the same to ICP, but this is not neccesarily the case for other highbloods. Obviously there would be an overlap either way - 'ICP' genre influencing different highbloods music and vice versa, a lot of inbetween songs.

Music of other highbloods I imagine is pretty loud. They have to worry less about hiding and their music is less controversial for the alternian empire. The text usually would pretty cheery as well as the general theme [well, for alternian standards atleast]. Even motifs considered darker on Alternia by lowbloods would be turned cheery from warped perspective of highbloods. Not sure what exactly it could be a mix off, but probably would be alike to rock, maybe in some case heavy metal? Definetely something very energetic, that's for sure. 99% of it qould have a lot of pro empire propaganda.

Lowblood music on the other hand would be way more hushed. Maybe something similar to ballads,, It wouldn't necesarily touch more on controversial topics for example how shit the empire is,or not outright, the methaphors for those only visible to those who seek it well. Still songs outright speaking ill of all the Alternia bullshit would be more common I imagine. Often maybe their songs also would be shorter? The only songs that could ever go 'mainstream' would be the ones romance themed. Oh yeh, in general romance songs I think would be the most popular.

Returning to lowblood music, you'd usually have to get it from specific networks/places. Some subgenre would be a bit more energetic, dealing with hard topics in a way that makes them easier to process/ more bearable. And some would even try to make the opression as a mighty, worthy albeit tragic fate.

You know, anything that helps getting through daily hell that can be Alternia. Oh and quality a lot of times is ass and it sort off became a characteristic for this music. Some would try to highlight this effect by adding to their tracks sounds of broken thing etc.

Also I imagine lowbloods use more easily makeable and transportable instruments, in case they have to quickly move from one place to another. Plus it would be harder for them to find a new instrument if they lost their current one.

The [possibly] most popular romantic genre would be really varied, the most blurred between what's considered lowblood and highblood. The seconf most popular genre would most likely centre around rulers and their achievements. Well maybe popular is pushing it a bit, but its one the easiest to spread and access since its not controversial to the empire.

Of course in general there would exist a genre that would be a big mishmash of the two.

I also think seadwellers music would be a bit different to landdwellers but im not sure how honestly.

Then jades' music would be very specific while not spreading out further than the cluster of jades it was made in, very local. It would also focus on struggles specific to them, but thats really a given for any blood caste. It could feature quite a lot of ambient cave sounds, and in general a lot of unusual instruments or even just setting as the instruments.

And I imagine at some point quite a chunk of music was dedicated to Signless' movement, although they might've become a forgotten thing after the revolution died down.

Okay I think that's all my thoughts

#homestuck #milk sits and talks #hs trolls #homestuck trolls #alternia

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octopodian · 1 year

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i realized i can just answer the questions. so heres that ask game i reblogged but about aide and i answer them myself. thank you everyone who asked about them here is even more (i copy n pasted the answers i already had).

are they associated with a certain color? what color do they wear the most?

their color is like a bright blood red! they also are associated with black and bronze bc thats the other colors they are. they only wear like khaki cargo shorts tho so....

what sort of music would they like? have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? do they have a favorite song?

in real life? linkin park (numb, faint, papercut), the “let the bodies hit the floor” song, bring me to life by evanescence. they exist in dnd world tho so they dont have bands per se but they like metal! their bud izzy is a metal vocalist and they think him singing is calming. any depressing music with people yelling or really harsh noise is their thing

weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?

they are their own weapon!! they are a monk so they use punches and kicks. they had a sword at first bc its part of the gear dnd characters get lol but sold it once their punches did more damage. they also have a TINY bit of magic (warlock) so they use spells too, but far less. they like to brag about not needing a weapon but also theyre not that good at fighting lol.

how crafty/resourceful are they?

ummmm theyre kinda crafty but theyre not very creative, so i think it depends. working out an ingenious solution to something is Not their thing, but they can do delicate bead work and shit. give em instructions to follow and theyre golden.

how do they typically dress? does their wardrobe lean more towards practicality or aesthetics?

they are usually naked because robot, but they do prefer aesthetics kinda. the big ass pants and no shirt tits out sort of look (they dont have tits) is what they r going for. they crave looking goth and such but are too self conscious rn, anything that “should” make them feel confident just makes them miserable

how do they wear their hair? do they care a lot how their hair looks?

it bald

favorite animal? why?

they like anything that’s associated with death and anything with an exoskeleton bc they like to think of their metal as an exoskeleton. so like bugs and vultures and such. honorable mention for crabs (i will be honest i dont even remember why but aide likes crabs) and rabbits (friends pet)

do they have a nickname? who gave it to them? if it's not derived from their real name, what's the story behind it?

their friend tboy fried to give them “tincan” as a nickname and they held a grudge against him for it. they really really hate nicknames, “aide” is the only name theyre comfortable with. its pronounced like Ay-Dee though! so people call them “aid” or “ed” assuming the e is silent and they get angry about that too.

favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?

they dont HAVE to eat bc theyre a robot. the only thing they have ever, in their life, eaten or drank is whiskey. so... i guess whiskey? they would keep kosher if they ate but again they do not

if they wear jewelry, what kind? do they prefer silver or gold? do they have a favorite gem?

they do!!! their most prized possession is a necklace with a magically frozen real teardrop on it (gnaeus gave it to them). wearing one is a social sign of being in mourning; they never take it off. they make their own jewelry and are proficient with jewelers tools. they prefer bronze over those two and rubies/red shit are their fave but onyx and diamonds cool too.

what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?

ohhhhhhh lol they have a LOT of 15 yr old cas in them lol. more than i realized at first. theyre REALLY depressed and angry in a way i can relate to so there's a lot there... i do think they are MORE angry than i am tho and they have very different priorities in life. theyre also pretty actively suicidal and at a low point whereas i am doing very well :). i think *i* would like them but idk if they would like me. we are autism. also i am a gay man and aide is TECHNICALLY attracted to men but not as a man.

how long have they been around? do you know their birthday? is their birthday the day you made them or another day? what do they think of celebrating birthdays?

theyre coming up on two years i think in terms of when i made them. theyre 6 in canon. their birthday is Eleasias 20th which is 8/20 irl. this is NOT when i made them, i chose it bc its the very end of summer where the light starts dwindling. they never celebrated until their friends made a huge deal out of the 6th one, and theyre fine with it but wont go out of their way to do it themself

what languages do they speak? how fluently?

common, gnomish, elvish, dwarven, and grippli (which is a frog language)! you could sort of say gnomish is their native language (built by gnomes) but they grew up speaking it and common basically the same amount. they also speak common and gnomish sign language. theyre still fluent in dwarven and elvish but they use them FAR more rarely so theyre rusty.

also they have a magical ability to read Any writing (warlock eldritch invocations baby!) but this does not translate to speaking

are they any good with numbers?

theyre like fine with them. not a calculator, but pretty good. their favorites are 80, 18, and 8.

how big or small is their family? who did they live with growing up? do they live with anyone now?

if you ask them they have No family. No relatives. they consider gnaeus a father and spent their entire life including “childhood” with him, but are angsty and moany about how actually they are nothing to each other and gnaeus has his own family and aide isnt part of it and boo hoo. they sort of have a dad (person who wanted them built) but he’s dead. they have a friend who considers them a sibling, but he told them this and they threw a fit so that didnt go well. and theres a LOT of other “aide” robots (they are aide 80 after all) but aide doesnt consider them or the gnomes that made them “family”

do they have any pets? what do they call their pets?

THEY DONT YET but i kinda want them to find some random possum or something and claim it is their warlock familiar. no one can tell if aide is joking or if aide thinks that a familiar is just any animal you decide to call that.

how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?

um they weren’t ever really a KID but they spent most of their life traveling with gnaeus, staying with rich friends of his and being kinda allowed to do whatever.

their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

lying: good unless you lie to them in which case it is very mean

stealing: fine*

killing: fine*

*once a person is dead they have really strict morals for how to treat dead people respectfully. they will never ever take something from a corpse (a LOT of dnd is looting corpses. they do not do this.) and they usually leave a small stone by the body or grave as a sign of respect. they will, however, absolutely kill innocent people. they respect the dead almost more than they respect the living.

are they quick to anger? what sets them off?

They are. And Everything Does.

if applicable, can they drive? if they have their own, what color is their vehicle? is the inside neat and tidy, or a mess?

in a universe with cars, probably they can drive but only manual. theyd want red and itd be pretty clean bc they wouldnt use it for anything except driving.

their favorite place to be?

Um idk. They like being near gnaeus but he's a person not a place

do they sleep well at night?

they dont sleep at all, they just enter a “rest mode” where they can still see and are fully conscious but dont move. that said they do NOT sleep well at night LOL. they hate resting bc it means theyre alone with their thoughts for 6 hours so they try to avoid it when possible but people get MAD so they cant rly get away with it and they don't bother trying.

how would you describe their voice? can they sing?

They have a really deep and affectless voice cuz robot. It gets high and screechy when they're mad. They can't sing for shit its utterly toneless

do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)

they make jewelery! they briefly sort of got into makeup but they have weird feelings about physical appearences rn and also it made them feel good and they do Not want to feel good rn. no indulgences allowed

how good/bad is their hearing? what about their eyesight?

pretty fine! Their hearing is average and they have dark vision but only one eye so their depth perception isnt great.

how do they move? are they clumsy? light on their feet? do they use mobility aids?

they are REALLY fast, but they aren't super dexterous. More of a freight train than anything else. they are a monk so they're very agile but compared to monks with actual good stats they're clumsy as hell

if applicable, do they have a favorite sport? do they play any sports or prefer to watch?

They don't watch sports. Theyd think WWE is "real" tho.

how do they show that they care about someone? how do they express that they don't like someone?

They'd rather die than show they care to be honest. they actually try really really hard to impress people that they care about, I think maybe it comes off as showing off sometimes? they will put their body on the line to defend a friends any day tho. And they show they don't like you by insulting you constantly but they also do this if they "like" you so

are they associated with any particular element (air, earth, fire, water)?

Not rly! They're more death themed than element themed.

do they smell like anything notable?

A penny

do they like receiving gifts? giving gifts? what is their ideal gift?

They are sort of neutral both ways. except when gnaeus gives them smth they take that really really seriously. they mostly kinda just feel awkward about it from most ppl. If you punched them they'd consider that a really good gift.

do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

I think all their habits are self destructive. OH they refer to people by however they introduce themselves even if other people use nicknames. even to the point of if you have a super super long name they will say the entire thing every single time. This is bc they hate being called nicknames and thus do not call people by them

if applicable, how would your other characters describe them? i mean specifically the people around them.

ahhh idk because the charavters they're around are my friends OCs, they don't interact with any of my other OCs really.

how would your character describe themselves? it doesn't have to line up with how they really are.

not good, not smart, not powerful, not useful, not someone whos perspective is worth listening to or someone who's talents are particularly valuable. they also believe they can't become abt of those things because (TO THEM) you can't become good by wanting to be good, because good people don't have to want it, they just are it. so they're resigned to the fact that they cannot better themself bc their motives aren't pure so anything they do is futile How they'd say it; "I can't just magically make myself a smart or talented or good person. I have to work on it and it would take a while and it wouldn't even matter because I'd only be doing it to try and impress someone. People who are actually important don't have to want it."

do they ever return home?

they don't have one; if they did they've never been

#text #aide #I stayed up too late writing this goodbye

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jnixz · 2 years

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P - Invent a random AU for any fandom

For this alphabet ask game

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Oh goood AUs AUs, I’m bad at thinking of them right off the bat. I’m usually intrigued to go with a hybrid form of fusion or crossover of something but here we go:

For Psychonauts

DnD AU MY BELOVED (we don’t know if they have dnd but imagine them playing and making characters for it. An actual AU if we get this entire thing with them as dnd characters + memchanics)

DnD Shows AU (aka y’know those popular shows with DND? imagine interaction with those characters either in their psychonauts version or DnD version. That’d be a treat to me)

Minecraft

Just design AUs like what’d they look like and powers they have in Avatar, Journery, Starwars, Steven Universe, Adventure time, Pacific Rim, RWBY (bc weapons combos my beloved), etc.

also just common trope aus like Dragons AU, Wings AU

Musical AUuuuuuu just have entire psychonauts 1 and 2 as a musical (wait wasn’t this in your sideblog)

(someday, I’ll design them)

Tvshows crossover like Mob psycho, gravity falls, bnha etc.

okay fuck now I’m thinking Pokemon Legends Arceus crossover/AU because thats literally the only game of pokemon I know the story of bc of tumblr exposure to submas

speaking of, most of this ideas didnt start of with me but hey I still think about that subnauts ideas post I have. I need to think more of it someone please obsess with it with me

some other AU where you Isekai a character into another franchise and it’s weird as hell but character interactions are *chef kiss*. learning about others is good actually

Pantheon AU (or just fun assigning them aspects to lord over)

Lego AU (Psychics = Masterbuilders, also I just love legos. Give me Lego Psychonauts)

Zombie Au or any other Apocalypse Au -- my man you can never get more classic than this

Arknights -- its a gacha tower defense game and honestly the lore here fucking slaps idk it’d just be fun and bleak as shit

obligatory Self indulgent AU inserting my OCs and my Lore +

TIMETRAVEL AU -- a fucking goal fic I ASPIRE to have the brains to world-build for. I’m gonna die from this premise. There’s a version my OC is in it and that it’s their journey while the consequences play around them.

literally these two last ones are gen-fic dreams in my brain help

+ any crossover to games i’ve played or seen

OH also I recommend ya’ll read this Psychonauts x Danny Fandom Crossover Fic its so fucking good, it incorporates both franchise pretty well!! (crap I need to comment on this again I keep forgetting to)

AS for other fandoms uhhhh brb need to remind myself what I like again (*never goes back to this post to add ever again)

#asks #ask #cosmignon #ask game #alphabet ask game #send me more asks I'm having a Time

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ithisatanytime · 4 months

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WICCA PHASE SPRINGS ETERNAL X LIL B - WAITING HERE (PROD. TAYLOR MORGAN)

i realized i made it seem as though the videos just looking funny to me is what convinced me nuclear bombs are a hoax and almost certainly the moon landing as well, but thats not it, really its that the videos are the only thing that has convinced anyone that those things were real in the first place, but only for a decade or two, and then the videos stopped. put yourself in the shoes of an american in the fifties, television was still pretty new, and hollywood was only just starting to resemble what we came to know it as, and people just believed that the best damn proof of anything was if they had a photograph but photos can be doctored, a film now thats proof! but as the sixties turned into the seventies, and americans had seen literally hundreds of B movies depicting flying saucers which were just minatures held up by string and monsters who were just men in rubber masks they started to be able to spot the zipper on the costumes and they can see the wires now too. so you either keep making the same kind of a bomb and moon footage youve been churning out, or you update it to match the increasing saviness of your audience, you can do that if you are making a sequel to your sleeper hit “the terminator” make a sequel that just looks way better but different too but just bigger and better in every way. but the moon isnt gonna get any bigger, and the explosions wont be made to look any bigger either, i mean they did go that rout but the difference in the viewers mind when seeing the tsar bomba footage and being told its how ever many thousand times more powerful than the nuke we saw in the last test footage falls flat because again theres no real sense of scale, the music is doing 90 percent of the heavy lifting. another way to look at it is like this, a lot of old films are lauded for thier use of practical effects over CGI because it looks and feels more real when its a real tangable prop or guy in a costume and there is merrit to that for sure, but dont forget that as the fidelity of your image improves you lose out on some of the grain and grime that helped hide those strings and zippers. you will never see an above ground nuclear explosion in anything approaching modern quality. actually i should just repeat this and THINK ABOUT IT, from 1967 to today there has been only ONE filmed nuclear test in the entire world, and it was in 1991 and it was an underground detonation, go watch that video and watch videos of underground blast mining with explosives (seriously go do it) and tell me if i hadnt swapped the audio you would have noticed which footage was of an underground nuke and which was the mundane mining explosives footage. then look up videos of chemical plants exploding, just google videos of the biggest explosions caught on film, how many of the massive explosions feature a mushroom cloud? the answer is all of them do, all of them.. why were scientists and officials working for the us government passing off mushroom clouds which were a known and fairly common phenomon as something unique to this new bomb one of its distinguishing characteristics when basically all large explosions will form a mushroom cloud?

#youtube

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lesbiten · 3 years

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is it like normal to be sad thinking about how ur gonna fall out of a fixation eventually. probably

#its always weird isnt it #when i was at the height of my torchedwooded fixation i was like 'i cant possibly imagine not fixating on this'#and then a few months later it kind of just faded out #but its like! idk its always weird bc i look at my list of interests and im like which one am i going to inevitably fall back into #its always so random #like? in order the last few have been:#dr who. cats musical. detroit. wicked.#the only thing any of those have in common is two are musicals thats It #so like whats next.#oh i forgot ovw and beastrs in that list as well #hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm #weird and strange. simply #but anyways its like i know eventually something else is gonna catch my attention and i will just fade out of the fixation but #i do not look forward to it!!!!!!!! ever !!!!!!! its always anxiety inducing #simon says

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the-ghost-king · 3 years

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wait Apollo isn’t originally greek? thats so interesting 👀👀

Where ever did you hear that? /ij

Definitely putting all of this under a read more, it’s a long one!

Cw: Greek statues, they're naked :/

But yeah, Apollo was actually an inherited god, it’s likely that because of this as well he was a blending of multiple different gods to some extent. It’s also good to note that Apollo’s name is unknown, meaning that nobody really knows what exactly Apollo means, which is pretty weird all things considered about the Greeks who placed such importance on the god’s forenames (ie, phoebeus, acestor, age’tor, etc).

"Though Apollo was the most Hellenic of all gods, he derived mostly from a type of god that originated in Anatolia and spread to Egypt by way of Syria and Palestine." (X)

There’s a couple of different things which point to Apollo being a Anatolian god (or being of, coming from him) named Appaliunas, and it is said they were on opposite sides of a war most beloved of their people during the fight. It’s important to note that it’s believed Appaliunas means “father light” and that he shows some level of importance over drafting peace treaties (which Apollo has some reputation in as the bringer of civilized order). We don't know too much about their connections however, because the documents are incomplete.

This theory also makes sense, because the name Leto (Apollo’s mother) is Lydian in origin, and there’s decent connections to her having been worshiped on the coast's of Asia Minor. And it is known the Greeks have adopted Anatolian gods into their religion before, see Cybele (sometimes called Cybele-Rhea), and the origin of Kore (later Persephone). There's stuff which points also to an Anatolian goddess called "Artimu" (Artemis) who is often confused to Cybele for some reason, and again this bears connections to the Lydians which worshipped Leto. There's information which points to Hekate being a goddess from Anatolia as well, which shows significance considering she is Apollo and Artemis's cousin (leading to my personal question of was Phoebe Anatolian in origin?). Apollo's divine number being 7 shows Babylonian or at least Mesopotamian Origin.

The Geographical location of these two places also bears similarities, they are close to one another, and it's known the Greeks had decent travel capabilities over water. There's also the fact that both of these lands border Troy, which is shown to have significant values in Greek culture and mythology, as well as the Greek belief that the Anatolian gods were present at Troy as well as the Greek gods.

(It's also notable the similarities in naming traditions, Alaksandu for one such example, does not sound too far off from the later Latin name Alexander, which came from the Greek name Aléxandros).

The other possible origin given for Apollo is Aplu (Apulu), a Hurrian god (of people who lived in Anatolia, Syria, and Northern Mesopotamia). Aplu and Apollo bear semblance to one another in more than name, Aplu was the god of plague (bringer of the plague more specifically) and he bears a large amount of resemblance to Apollo Parno'pius/Smitheus and Aplu's main story provides reasoning as to why Apollo may also be the god of healing and Medicine.

The story of Aplu involves the idea that the individual which brings the plague, must also be the one to banish it. This makes Aplu both bringer of plague(s) but also, protector from plague(s). From this we learn Aplu's name means "son of" (please note here Apollo's iconographic connections to "youth" and "sonship" among the Greeks, as the god of kouros), but the connection of "the son of" was a title granted also to the god Nergal (worshiped by many different people(s) across Mesopotamia) who is at least in part someone who holds power over the sun, and holds connection to Shamash (Utu).

Aplu is also often depicted naked (ya know) but wearing a laurel leaf, and part of a cloak... It's funny how these images are Apollo though:

Aplu is also symbolized by a staff and laurel a twig(s), while we know Apollo to be associated closely with the laurel because of Daphne, and Apollo having iconography related to staffs involves him giving his away to Hermes- which perhaps has to do with the caduceus being interpreted as the symbol for medicine, or the connection of Apollo to Asclepius and the rod of Asclepius.

Aplu isn't isolated necessarily either, there is also the Etruscan goddess Aritimi (Artume, Artames, or Artumes) and she oversees animals, human assemblies, and is considered a hunting deity. As well as scrolling through this list, you'll note more than one Greek/Roman mythological figure.

There's also a ton of stuff from Etruscan mythology (Hurrian mythology is just a subsect of Etruscan mythology) which overlaps with Greek mythology, some sources even state Etruscan -> Greek -> Roman mythology (I wont comment on that because I don't know well enough).

There's some other places Apollo's name might have come from, but those are probably the two most likely under the assumption that Apollo is a collective of many gods.

These are the specifics of the Anatolian god's Apollo may be born of/from, but there's a variety of things which point to him and mythology around him being of other origins as well (Minoan, Dorian, and Proto-Indo-European... yeah)

You may have heard one of Apollo's sacred animals is dolphins, Apollo Delphinios/Delphidios, this is because of a Minoan god named Paiawon (Paion) who was worshiped on Crete and also originated in Delphi. In the second part of Homeric hymn to Apollo, Apollo would transform his shape into that of a dolphin and carry the new priests to Delphi for the transfer of religious practices:

"Phoebus Apollo pondered in his heart what men he should bring in to be his ministers in sacrifice and to serve him in rocky Pytho. And while he considered this, he became aware of a swift ship upon the wine-like sea in which were many men and goodly, Cretans... Phoebus Apollo met them: in the open sea he sprang upon their swift ship, like a dolphin in shape, and lay there, a great and awesome monster, and none of them gave heed so as to understand but they sought to cast the dolphin overboard. But he kept shaking the black ship every way and making the timbers quiver. So they sat silent in their craft for fear, and... so they kept sailing on; for a rushing south wind hurried on the swift ship from behind... They wished to put their ship to shore, and land and comprehend the great marvel and see with their eyes whether the [dolphin] would remain upon the deck of the hollow ship, or spring back into the briny deep where fishes shoal. But the well-built ship would not obey the helm, but went on its way all along Peloponnesus and the lord, far-working Apollo, guided it easily with the breath of the breeze..." (X)

Apollo Delphinios was largely only worshiped by people of Crete and surrounding islands, but this is also largely where Paiawon was worshiped as well. There's also many things from early Grecian history which simply state Apollo to be Paiawon or of Paiawon, or at least doesn't bother to specify which god is being talked about.

In the earlier parts of Greek history, seventh-sixth century, there was distinctions made between the pair:

"and in Solon's opinion it is Apollo who makes a man a μάντις (soothsayer) but healers do the work of Paion" (X)

The whole thing with Apollo being descended from Paiawon however, is that Paiawon may not be Minoan but Mycenaean in origin, which means even if Apollo is originated in Minoan culture one of the gods who has influenced that origin wasn't even necessarily Minoan but taken in. Others believe Paiawon was Minoan or Aegean in origin but very far in the past, since his songs used a meter of pre-Greek origin.

You'll also not the commonalities between Paion (a spelling of Paiawon) and Paean (also spelled Paian), Apollo's original name according to Homer. It could mean a variety of things but "who heals illnesses through magic" and "pre-greek" are the most common translations of the word Paean, but it is also associated with music (most specifically a song sung by Thetlas who cured the Spartans) and is said to denote hymns for Apollo.

"PAEAN, that is, "the healing," is according to Homer the designation of the physician of the Olympian gods, who heals, for example, the wounded Ares and Hades. After the time of Homer and Hesiod, the word Paian becomes a surname of Asclepius, the god who had the power of healing. The name was, however, used also in the more general sense of deliverer from any evil or calamity, and was thus applied to Apollo and Thanatos, or Death, who are conceived as delivering men from the pains and sorrows of life... From Apollo himself the name Paean was transferred to the song dedicated to him, that is, to hymns chanted to Apollo for the purpose of averting an evil, and to warlike songs, which were sung before or during a battle." (X)

In regards to the possibility of Apollo having been of Minoan origin, one must consider not only his origins but the origins of the gods and goddesses around him and how they may have developed over time.

In this case Britomartis (Diktynna) is of particular interest, she was the Minoan "mistress of animals", she was a goddess (or sometimes nymph, or oread) of the mountains and the hunt. There's points to the name meaning "sweet maiden" or other similar things, but it is debatable.

Eventually Britomartis would become the goddess of nets in Hellenic myths, and would simply be closely identified with the goddess of Artemis. However, to the Minoans Britomartis wandered alongside a bow-wielding male hunter who's name has been lost, it is likely that aspects of this hunter were absorbed into Apollo; when the introduction of worshiping Artemis was brought to the island of Crete where Britomartis was also worshiped they were compared and quickly said to be of one another.

It is also said in some variations the myths of Britomartis that she was taken to the mainland in the nets of men after fleeing Minos, this seems like a euphemism for her as a goddess of worship being brought by fisherman to mainland and taken into their culture and worship, more so than it sounds like a goddess's story. Perhaps this led to her becoming Artemis, although most myths seem to agree Artemis gave Britomartis immortality... So who knows, but it's a point of particular interest for me.

Also I know I mentioned proto-indo-european origins for Apollo and I could analyze gods and goddesses relating to Apollo being a Minoan god like Aphaea, but I am not going to lie I am rather sick mostly of sourcing everything and I don't like to talk about stuff without stuff to back me up because I don't want to come across like I'm pulling information or ideas out of thin air because that's how misinformation spreads... But yeah, here's a somewhat simplified piece on Apollo's possible origins as a pre-Hellenistic god, and I hope you enjoy because I know you sent the ask a bit ago <3

#asks #glassamphibians #apollo #greek mythology #notpjo #apollo origins #historians please feel free to correct me

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clownspiral · 3 years

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saw your michael ship hcs and. do you have any for michael & og!Elias bc. I'm love them

oh bestie i have hcs 4 everything involving michael

if we're talking michael shelley x og!elias:

- elias is chill & laid back, while shelley is a bit more goody-two-shoes. they even each other out a lot! shelley has a fun party side that rlly only elias can bring out of him, and elias is honestly super intelligent when he has a lil guidance

- michael is always surprised that elias wants to hang out with Him, esp outside of the institute, but they have more in common than either of them wouldve thought. both are real artistic & into music

- gertrude thinks elias is a bad influence on michael but michael just. Likes him. he's kind of torn between wanting to be a model assistant & secretly wanting 2 goof off w/ elias but hanging w/ elias is always like, 100x more fun

- michael is kinda anxious abt pot. the 1st time he does it w/ elias hes like "oh my god im going to die. im going to JAIL and im going to DIE" and elias is like "...dude....... i love you im not letting u die in jail ok" & mikeys like "..ok..."

- elias is a gamer & michael barely understands video games. he's happy to just lay w/ elias & watch him play

- michael is into some things elias finds painfully boring (puzzles, board games, stamp collecting, etc) but he involves himself in his hobbies anyway cuz he loves how happy those things make him

- michael had an emo phase in uni & elias had a preppy phase & neither lets the other live those phases down

- they make pinkie promises, mostly for michael's comfort. elias thinks it's really cute

- they both survive on questionable diets (& encourage each other to maybe... eat a Real Meal here & there, preferably together)

- michael is like hhwuhqhqjhw <333 when elias lets him wear his dirty ass cheeto-stained hoodie. he would usually be Grossed out but it's elias so it's fine (more than fine)

- shotgunning central. that's all

if we're talking michael distortion x og!elias:

- michael gives elias weird Spiral Cannabis & it's like, mind-shifting beyond human comprehension & michaels just like =>) do u like it

- michael is surprisingly good at handling elias's bad trips, considering its whole like. existence is basically a Bad Trip

- elias LOVES michael's laugh. he thinks it sounds so cool & will Not hesitate 2 make a fool of himself in order 2 hear it

- michael can do crazy tricks with smoke & elias is usually so high that hes just like "wwhoaoaah mikee thats crazzyy"

- michael desperately wants to protect elias frm gertrude, fearing that she might make him into just another dead assistant. it gets kind of paranoid abt leaving him alone & checks up on him @ work quite a lot

- elias spends Hours trying 2 figure out how the hell michael's anatomy works but ultimately accepts that it simply Does Not Work

- theyve both got a strong connection 2 cats 4 some reason, both of them like. immediately drop everything whenever they spot a stray cuz they Must pet it

- michael is more comfortable showing ALL its traits 2 elias, human & inhuman. it can't imagine that goof wanting 2 do any harm (or ever being capable of it)

- they both bring each other a lot of little trinkets. michael's careful not to misplace the things elias gives it, even tho it's kinda hard Not to lose things (his gifts r Special!)

- gertrude is like "bouchard what on earth are you doing..." when she finds out abt it but neither michael nor elias will be convinced to not continue their romantic endeavors

#love these two #the magnus archives #tma #tma hcs #spiralweed #og!elias #michael shelley #michael distortion #elias bouchard

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13uswntimagines · 3 years

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Our Song (Alyssa Naeher x Reader)

Request: alyssa naehex reader thats set during quarantine w/ “Shy” by Alexander Stewart. I just kind of think it’s cute since she’s an introvert and that it would be fitting

Author’s Note: Speical Thanks To @literaryhedgehog

Alyssa knew she should just say it, that admitting it out loud would finally put an end to this madness. She ran a soothing hand through your hair when you sniffled loudly into her chest.

God, she should just tell you how she felt. But, she also didn’t want to overstep. That would make being roommates really awkward. Especially since neither of you were supposed to leave the apartment right now except for essential purchases. And she didn’t want to lose her best friend. That would really suck.

But she wasn’t afraid to say what no one else would- you had a terrible taste when it came to partners. You chose people who didn’t value you, and you always ended up hurt.

This time was no different, well, it was slightly different considering you couldn’t leave your shared apartment to cope like you normally would. Alyssa didn’t know if that was better or worse, considering that you had adapted your breakup routine to just be endless cuddles with her and your favorite stuffed animal.

She had already spent the last hour making comforting noises. You had stopped shedding tears 15 minutes ago, so Alyssa decided it was time to go for some humor. “Hey, so now you and Taylor Swift have something in common!”

“Hmm” You hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes never leaving where Supergirl was playing on screen.

“Well, she was broken up with over text. You were broken up with over text. I think this is the perfect opportunity to listen to her re-recording of Fearless, and really channel those emotions!”

“No, Joe broke up with her in a 27-second phone call,” You lifted your head up off of her very comfortable chest to raise your eyebrow at the woman.

Alyssa was a great keeper, and amazing at crosswords, but she always needed your help when it came to Taylor trivia.

“Then Joe showed more consideration as an 18-year-old child than your 32 year old wanna be soccer star. It doesn’t change the fact that I think listening to Mr Perfectly Fine would be cathartic.”

“It’s kinda funny that she wrote Forever and Always, Mr. Perfectly fine, Better than Revenge and Holy Ground all about the same guy, they’re all so different from each other,” You mumbled, settling back down on her chest. At least she didn’t say that you had as many breakups as she did. That was a rude joke. (One Alyssa wouldn’t dare make. She was more cultured than the media asshats that chased your team around).

“Woman’s efficient,” Alyssa shrugged. “No reason why you can't recycle the same emotion into a different song genre.”

“At least she could make millions off her pain. All I seem to be able to do is kick the ball harder,” You grumbled. Your landlord complained about you practicing in the street because of how hard you sent the ball careening into his precious brick wall. It wasn’t your fault Alyssa was too slow to stop the PK.

“Darling, considering you’re one of the strongest kickers on the east coast, I’d say that pain is going to a worthwhile cause. But you do kind of have the worst taste in relationships.”

“Hey! Savannah wasn’t a bad choice, just bad timing,” You huffed indignantly.

“So that would be one out of…. How many bad relationships?”

“At least one for every Taylor Swift album,”

“Okay, here’s a fun idea, choose an ex for each album,” Alyssa said brightly. Thinking about music would definitely cheer you up. “Wannabe soccer star is obviously your Joe, so represents the Fearless album. Which relationship is your… Drew?”

“You already know the answer to that question,” you said, already picking up your phone to add Teardrops on my Guitar to the music queue. You then quickly added Forever and Always and started scrolling through Speak Now for the next song inspiration.

Alyssa nodded. It was a well-known fact that you had a massive crush on one Hope Solo growing up, and you had been absolutely enamored with her the second you set foot into camp. But Alyssa also knew that Hope was very faithful to a certain veteran.

The veteran keeper had tried to let you down easy, and Kelley was still one of your best friends, but it had hurt in the moment.

“Kristie was my Haunted,” you said, smiling slightly. Dating her felt like a whirlwind, one that took your breath until you never thought it would end. She made butterflies flutter in your stomach, and you were so desperate to say the right thing, to be the perfect partner, that you always felt like you were walking a tightrope. Floating on air, but desperate to keep your balance. “At least she had the decency to wait until we were in the same city to end it.”

“Aren’t the two of you friends now?” Alyssa looked down at you, watching as you scrolled through songs from your comfortable place on her chest.

You nodded with a small smile. “Hmm, we are much better off that way anyway.”

“I bet you I can guess who your We are Never Ever Getting Back Together person is,” Alyssa trilled, reaching down to take the phone.

You playfully snatched it away from her. “Who’s to say I wasn’t going to choose I knew you were trouble?” You raised your eyebrow at the woman, who simply smirked in response.

“I can tell you who that is too if you like,” Alyssa reached for her own phone and took over control of the speakers, adding both songs to the music queue.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Who?”

“You definitely knew Sam Kerr was trouble, and I think it took you 4 breakups with Leah to finally call it quits,”

“I was going to say Leah for 1989, it took me forever to realize how fucked up our relationship was after we finally broke up,”

“I’m sure the distance didn’t help.” With her in London and you in Chicago things just kind of fell apart.

“Maybe,” you hummed, noncommittally.

“Okay, so for Reputation. I’m thinking Don’t Blame Me,”

“You did go a bit crazy for Jane…” Alyssa said with a roll of her eyes. You had almost moved to Houston for that girl, thank god you didn’t. You sunburned like nobody's business.

“Oh come on. You just didn’t like the idea of me moving. And considering how long we had been dating at that point it did make sense!” You argued.

“It was 3 months Y/n,” She deadpanned.

“I was in a wlw relationship. That’s like practically three years, it’s not like I brought a u-haul to our first date.”

Alyssa quirked an eyebrow up at you. “Didn’t you have one of those the first time we met?”

“Yeah, because I wasn’t moving into my college apartment without any furniture!”

“Whatever you say, babe. Who's your Folklore?” She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly.

“I think you skipped an album,” you said. This was weird because Lover was one of Alyssa’s favorite albums. “But, since you asked. I think Kelley is The 1.”

“Ah, our favorite squirrel,” Alyssa’s lips ticked up. You and Kelley had dated in college (something that should have made her jealous), but Kelley was the one pushing her to admit her feelings now.

“We were just too young and dumb,” you said, smiling. “We had a great time together, and it would have been fun if it worked out. But at some point we just realized, we were friends, but there wasn’t anything romantic there.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out,” Alyssa said, like a liar.

“I’m not. Her and Emily are like made for each other,” You snorted with the shake of your head. “And at least she wasn’t afraid of the world knowing we were together,”

“Well, yeah,” Alyssa smiled. She had loved seeing the way being publicly out with Kelley had brought out the best of you. “ Okay moving on! Next, we need to narrow down your No body, No Crime.”

“I take offense. Alex is still alive, so that doesn’t count,” You huffed.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. I know you didn’t kill any of your significant others,” Alyssa said, laughing. “Though if you listened to the song you would know that’s my job… ”

“Alex was my Champagne Problems,” You mumbled sadly. That relationship had been the hardest for you, as had the breakup. She was terrified of the world even suspecting she wasn’t straight.

You had everything, except the freedom to be yourself, and In the end, you couldn’t take the hiding anymore.

“You did your best, love. But people come out at their own pace. And it was before Obergfell v. Hodges was decided. Being queer was still more likely to be presented as a scandal in the media then.”

“She cheated on me with Serv. She doesn’t get a pass,” You grumbled, crossing your arms.

“I’m pretty sure you were on a break dear,” Alyssa said, though she was inclined to agree with you. Being on a ‘break’ but not officially breaking up didn’t seem like a reason to start dating other people. Still getting over some of the semantics might theoretically help you move on. “BUT maybe we should move on. Who is your Lover?”

Your eyes squinted thoughtfully, a light pink shading your cheeks. “The only person who hasn’t ever left me is you. You let me leave the Christmas lights up until May and dance around the kitchen when you cook.”

Alyssa looked away, not able to meet your eyes. ��I mean, the lights can change color, so they can be thematic all year. And you’re the one who chooses the music to listen to while I cook. I can’t help it if they’re all great for dancing.”

“You can dance to anything. I’m pretty sure you turned a Hosier song into a salsa dance last week.” You giggled.

“The only person I dance with is you, Y/n,” Alyssa said, finally meeting your eyes. She could feel her body start shaking slightly, as the adrenaline kicked in. She was going to do it. She was going to tell you. “I don’t want to dance if I’m not dancing with you.”

“I’d dance with you in a storm in my best dress,”

“I have tried so hard to be supportive about your last several relationships. But seeing you dancing to your favorite song with anyone else… I’ve loved you for three years now and I couldn’t bear it.”

The air was suddenly charged between you, and you realized your faces were just inches apart. It was hard to breathe. You never dreamed your best friend would return your feelings (maybe that’s why you had so many bad relationships).

“Kiss me,” you breathed, slowly moving around so your heads were at the same level.

“That’s not a Taylor swift Lyric,” Alyssa said. In her brain, there was a loading sign currently whirring in little circles, as she attempted to process what you just said. Did you mean what she thought you said?

“Baby just say yes,” You said, feeling so happy that tears were coming to your eyes. You leaned forward getting inches from her face, so close you could feel her breath hitch. “Please kiss me.”

“Yes,” was all Alyssa had time to say before she closed the distance and kissed you.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #alyssa naeher imagine #alyssa naeher x reader

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 37 - Dir en grey's vocalist Kyo imposter scam.

K: Hi, This is Dir en grey's Kaoru with this week's episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san, Tasai san, welcome. Um, well, I think everyone has seen the news, but I think we have to talk about it this time. Joe, could you...?

J: Yes, as you said, I think people are already aware of this news, but an unemployed man from Nara has been arrested after impersonating Dir en grey's vocalist, and fradulently swindling about 54,000,000yen. The suspect is named as Kasahara, of Nara prefecture (aged 39), but from 2017 to this year he has been impersonating the vocalist of rock band Dir en grey, and is suspected of decieving the father of his common-law wife out of 54,000,000 yen with the lie that, 'The owner of our office has taken away my bankbook, so I want you to lend me money for living expenses'.

K: Well, there may be people watching this, including fans, who don't want us to touch on this subject, but I thought I want to talk about it a little, just express my worries, so we can prevent this happening again.

J: Yes, I think that is very important.

K: Yeah. Well, we first heard about it from the police. When I first heard it, honestly, it didn't seem true. Like, 'What??'. In this day and age, where you can get any information straight to your hands immediately, I honestly couldn't believe something like this could happen at first.

J: I think there are two surprising aspects to this. This first is that this deception took place over quite a long time, from 2017 to this year. And then, well, this problem might not be a money problem, but the amount of money cheated was about 54,000,000 yen. That is a huge amount of money, which a person's life depends on. So with these two points, I think this is a very shocking incident. Well, yes, there may have been chances where he could have been found out during the course of this, but alternatively he may have been very skilled at deception, or used some very strong brainwashing methods on the victims.

K: Well, they might have become blind to it, if they loved him that much.

J: Ah, yeah.

K: He had the same tattoo and stuff, so they might have become blind to the deception.

J: Well, you can see from the fact that he got the same tattoo that he set out to decieve them, so he lied about any inconvenient circumstances. This isn't a case of the victims being careless, it is completely down to the malicious deceptions of the suspect. So, this isn't really anything to do with carelessness. This was planned. This kind of abuse cannot be forgiven.

Kami: If he had the same tattoo, they would definitely be decieved. Because tattoos hurt, don't they? And you can't remove it, right? They wouldn't imagine that he would go that far to imitate someone. So if they saw the tattoo, they would believe him. I would too. Thats the incredible thing.

J: Yeh, so in that sense, the criminal took advantage of this.

Kami: Yeh.

J: He thought if he did that, they would definitely believe him. Yeh, we can never excuse this type of thing. But another problem is preventing this from happening again. This is not limited to Dir en grey, there are countless other cases of people imitatating famous people, and extorting money. So, its like, how do we stop this from re-occurring.

K: Yeah, anyone who tells you 'there is this thing outside of our official announcements', is definitely up to something. Even if its someone connected to the music business, they are still decieving you. So I hope people don't go along with this type of thing.

J: Even those of us in the media, we know about information before it is officially released, but we would never use that to try and approach a fan and do something. The correct information is what has been officially released, so if someone says, 'I've got new info I will tell only you, if you give me something in return'...

K: But there are people who do that.

T: Yeah, there are.

K: So i really want people to watch out.

J: The first thing is to only believe official announcements.

K: Yes.

J: And this isn't limited to any one band.

K: Yeh, it could be happening right now to someone else. Someone could be carrying out a destructive plan.

J: So in regards to that, if you are told anything that isn't official info, or asked for money, please conclude that this is an imposter, this is crime, and contact the police, or at least a friend. That would be the first step to take.

K: It may sound plausible, but the office owner would never take our bank books, haha.

J: Haha. It might sound plausibe for Dir en grey's office?

K: If that was the case, they would be the ones in trouble.

J: Yeh, that would be terrible, taking the band members' bankbooks.

T: Awful, right?

J: Yeh, that would be a problem.

T: Even if you just get a little sense that something is a bit strange, don't get into it.

J: Yeh, someone who reaps other peoples' trust, kindness, and love in this way is trash, I really think they are trash.

T: Yeah.

J: If you look at it from the perspective of the people who were decieved, they really trusted him, right? So for him to become like this, he is really trash. Well, he will be convicted.

Kami: Um, when the amount of money is up to 50,000,000 yen, I feel really sorry for them. Really sorry.

J: So, all we can do now is make sure this kind of damage is prevented from re-occurring. But like Kaoru just said, there may be people out there now carrying out similar plans, so we need to competely crush any that are still going on.

K: Well, this guy has been arrested before, right?

J: Yeh, I think he has comitted other offenses.

K: Well, yeh...hm, I hope there are no more incidents with our name happening like this again. I really want everyone to be careful. Okay, lets finish here. Thank you very much.

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #tfoe #薫 #kaoru

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Partners? (Namjoon smut)

Pairing?: Namjoon x virgin!reader (college! au)

Warnings?: SMUT, fingering, oral, bit of a daddy kink, virgin reader, swearing (i think thats it?)

Word count?:a little over 8k

A/N: Hey guys! Its been a bit, kinda crazy that its now that i wanna write. So just a life update, i’m back at college, we are doing in person classes so I’m not sure how busy i’ll be. Though on a better note i’ve been writing a lot for some reason and am only now feeling inspired to do so. Anyways, someone needs to stop me from writing smut, I suck so bad at it but here I am continuing to write. Anyways, i hope you guys enjoy. Maybe i’ll post something else later in the week or by the weekend, who knows. Thanks for all the love and support you give me and Heather, we really appreciate it! <3 ~Breezy

In the three years, you had been at your university you had honestly believed that college dorm sex was the worst kind of sex to have. Not only did you have to be slightly quieter as to not allude the other students around you of what you were doing, but you had to make sure that you timed it just right so your roommate wouldn’t walk in on you. The number of times you had walked in on your roommate and her boyfriend finishing up was honestly insanely high.Â

You and your roommate had been rooming together since your first year, you had moved into her room after your first roommate decided she wanted to party all the damn time. The two of you just seemed to click right away, you two had enough in common that you would stay up all night just chatting away. Usually talking about weird things and just end up going to bed without another word.

Today was another day, your writing workshop had seemed to take its toll on you seeing as though you were dragging your feet on the pavement, how you hadn’t tripped yet was beyond your logic. You let out a rather loud yawn as you trudged towards your dorm building which seemed to be much farther away then you remember.

“Hey!”A voice called from behind you, it took you a moment to realize that someone was talking to you. Stopping in your tracks, you turn and see a tall figure jogging towards you. You instantly recognize him by his blonde hair, he usually sits next to you in your workshop class. Namjoon was his name.

When he finally caught up to you, he stopped to catch his breath, “Damn, I’m out of shape,” he pants before standing back up fully. He was tall, practically towering over you.

“Sorry to just run up to you,” he begins, “but I know we will be having a group project soon and I enjoy your writing so I was wondering if you would want to work with me?” He says looking at you, there was a small smile on his face.

You had done proofreading on his work before, it was honestly amazing but you weren’t sure what he saw in your work.

“Y-Yeah! Sure, I would like to work with you,” you smile, “I enjoy your work too!” You follow up as you watch his smile grow and small dimples appear.

“Awesome!”He exclaims, “Can I have your number? So we can talk about times to meet up or maybe throw ideas at each other.”

You’re too mesmerized by his cute smile to say words, so you simply nod at his question. Both of you exchange numbers before you both go into different directions.

You were lucky that Namjoon had stopped you to talk because if he hadn’t, you likely would have walked in on your roommate and her boyfriend having their sexy time. Unlocking the door, you enter, seeing the two of them in bed just kinda chatting but you knew they were likely naked under those blankets. You kept your eyes from looking in that direction as you walk towards your side of the room.

Your roommate had greeted you, which you happily reply with a simple greeting. You knew the two of them would go back to chatting until they either fell asleep or he would get dressed and leave. You put your earbuds into your ears and began to read over the assignment that was given for another class and began to work on it. Engrossed in the music, your head thinking about nothing but the assignment until you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“It’s time for dinner, wanna go to the cafe?” Your roommate asked, typically you both went together or ate in the room.

“Yeah just give me a second,” you answer as you get yourself to a good stopping point before grabbing all the things you needed for dinner.

The walk with filled with chaotic chatter as usual, though she did apologize for you nearly walking in on them again.

“Me and him just have awful timing,” she admits, “and we can’t do anything in his room cause his roommate is literally always around,” she explains with a shrug.

You nod, “Yes well, please for the love of all things, just text me when you think you’re gonna start anything.” You plead, “Then at least I can wait an hour or something so I don’t have to see any more than I already do.” You both laughed for a few moments before entering the building that seemed rather quiet for the time of day.

After grabbing your plate of food and finding an empty table you both sat together enjoying each other company more than the food.

“Hey (y/n),”

You glance behind you, surprised to see Namjoon standing behind you. “Oh hey Namjoon,” he was smiling,

“Do you mind if I join you two? I wanted to run something by you for the project,” you glance over to your roommate who was clearing giving signs to let this poor man sit.

“Sure take a seat,”you tell him, “Oh Namjoon, this is my roommate,” you introduce both of them. Your roommate seemed more interested in trying to leave you two alone to talk then actually making a friend. She stood up, grabbing all her things, before leaving she whispers in your ear,

“He’s cute! You better be getting some of that,” she giggles before walking off not giving you a chance to explain that it was nothing like that.

“Sorry about her, she can be a little weird,” you apologize to him, he only laughed a little before you both began talking about your project.

“I don’t know about you, but I find myself writing more romance style novels then I do anything,” he laughs nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

You sat there thinking about it, “I’ve never really written a romance style thing before,” you trail, you were more into writing horror and fantasy then you were anything.

“I enjoy horror and fantasy,” you explain looking down at your hands. You weren’t exactly expecting the reaction you had gotten.

“That's wonderful!,” He began to jot notes down in his book, “Why don’t we try to write the most obscure story? Some sort of romance horror story,” he suggests.

There were a few moments of silence while you thought it over, a horror romance novel? That seemed a bit out there but then again, your writing wasn’t too far off from being “out there”.

“That sounds kind of fun~,” you tell him. His beautiful bright smile appeared on his face causing a blush to appear on your cheeks. What a truly interesting project this would be.

You hadn’t even noticed that people were slowly leaving the dining room area, the both of you too engrossed on trying to come up with the perfect idea. It wasn’t until the staff came over and told you it was nearly closing time that you realized how long you had been sitting at the same table. In that period, you had brainstormed five potential ideas. Honestly, you didn’t believe that you could be so productive with anyone.

“Namjoon, your some sort of genius,” you say as the two of you walk back towards the dorm buildings,

He laughs and shakes his head, “Well I wouldn’t say I’m a genius,” he began, “We can work really well together which is just a good thing,” he tries to explain, you figured he didn’t know how to word his statement but you understood what he meant. It was a relief to think someone so great had wanted to be your partner, since you last partner did none of the work and royally screwed you over.

“Do you want to meet up tomorrow?” He asks, “To brainstorm some more,” he quickly adds . You thought for a moment only to remember tomorrow was the worst day of the week.

“I won’t be able to till pretty late. My last class gets out around seven,” you sigh glancing up at him,

He just gave you a nod, “Why don’t we meet up tomorrow after your class for a little bit? I don’t mind staying up a little later,” he suggests,

You weren’t sure if your body could carry you that long, “I don’t know Joon~,” you trail, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to function after such a long day,” you try to reason,

It was clear he understood but he seemed a bit taken back, “Joon?” He questioned, your eyes went wide with shock,

“O-Oh, I’m sorry… I tend to give people nicknames and I don’t ever ask if its okay,” you blurt out in hopes you didn’t actually offend him.

He just laughed, “No it’s alright, I like that a lot,” he answer causing a huge weight to lift from your chest.

“How about this? We meet up tomorrow, a friend of mine works at a small diner right down the street. He would give us a place in the back if we wanted to work and we can get something to eat,” he says, “if the time comes and your tired then we won’t go,” he concludes. You decided to just tell him yes, not like it was a hard choice.

You both said your goodbyes before entering your building and heading towards your room. Your roommate was sitting on her bed, laptop on her lap as she scrolled through Facebook. Her face lit up when she saw you,

“Spill it!” She squealed looking at you hoping for some juicy details of a ‘hook up’.

You raised your eyebrow, “There is nothing to spill,” you tell her, “We sat and talked about our project,”

She groaned loudly, for some reason she was always trying to convince you to sleep with someone. “Come on girl!” She shrieks, “You need to get some of him!” She put her laptop onto her bed and turned to face you. “He’s super cute and I’m pretty sure he likes you,”

You knew she was happy for you but she honestly tended to be a little over the top about it.

“Just forget about it, he’s my project partner,” you didn’t say anything else, you got your bag ready for you long day of classes.

You knew you were asleep, but this dream felt so real to you. The library was quiet, you really enjoyed studying on the second floor of the library cause no one typically ventured down this far. It almost felt like a secret spot to you.

“You like this spot too?” A voice asked, you knew it was Namjoon, you didn’t even have to look up from your book.

“Its quiet and no one can distract me,” you explain continuing to let your eyes scan the book in front of you.

“Can I join you?” You gave him a nod before he pulled a chair up next to you. The both of you studying in silence for what seemed like forever, it was peaceful and calming. That was until you felt his large hand on your knee.

You froze at the sudden contact, finally glancing up from your book only to see him reading his as if nothing was happening.

“N-Namjoon?” You stammer trying to keep yourself calm and to not over think it. He glanced over from his book, only to send you a wink before going back to his reading. What in the world was happening?

You went back to your reading only to feel his hand creep higher up your leg, now reaching your mid thigh. You felt you stomach twist, not in disgust but in excitement. You tried so desperately to focus on your reading. Though his hand just kept creeping higher until reaching the apex of your thigh. You bit your lip, gently squeezing your legs together. His hand squeezed your thigh, he clicked his tongue in displeasure. Using his strength he pried your legs apart, though you didn’t try to fight back, it was easy to say you weren’t apposed to this happening.

Once again looking up from your book, you finally saw him looking at you. His eyes blown with lust, it took your breath away.

“Joon?” You whisper softly as he sets his book down.

He chuckles, “Keep reading babygirl, and remember keep quiet,” he mumbles, “this is a library,”

You aren’t sure what his plan is until you feel his hand creep up and begin to unbutton you jeans. You cheeks begin to heat up but you don’t protest, it almost turned you on more. You continue to try to focus on your book as he shimmy you jeans down your legs. Eventually his hand found its way between your thighs, his long fingers gently rubbing over your clothed core. You held back a moan, you had never been touched like this by anyone.

He felt you tense up and could clearly see the wet spot starting to appear on your underwear,

“Someones excited,” he chuckles glancing up at you, “Have you thought about this, me touching you like this?” He whispers now expecting an answer,

You nod your head, “Y-Yes,” you whimper out, you wanted more, you NEEDED more.

“Now be a good girl and start reading to me, don’t miss a word or I’ll stop,” you couldn’t believe your ears, he wanted you to read? You felt him move your underwear aside, his fingers dipping down through your wet folds. You whimper softly,

“You heard me baby, start reading,” he growls lowly causing a shiver to run down your spine. Slowly you begin to read where you left off, reading something about the Egyptian gods and how the society revolved around them. You had honestly stoped paying attention up until this point.

As you continued to read, his fingers ran through your folds collecting you wetness before gently making circles on your clit. The low moan that left you lips was unintentional and not something you had hoped would come from you but you continued to read.

“You’re so wet baby,” Namjoon mumbles as he kisses your inner thigh, his fingers now trailing towards your entrance before he slowly interested a finger into you.

You couldn’t help but stop reading, you knew if you continued the moan that would have escaped your lips would have alerted the who library. Just like he said, he stoped when you didn’t continue reading.

“What did I tell you babygirl?” He huskily asks, you began to pant unsure if you can answer.

“P-Please daddy,” you whine, “just give me a minute, i-i’ll keep reading~ I promise,” the fact that you had just uttered those words even surprised you seeing as though you didn’t think that was something you were that into.

He gave you a curt nod, “You better beautiful, or I won’t move,” you tried desperately to catch your breath but it took a few moments until you found yourself reading again. Once you began to read, Namjoon slowly began to pump his finger in and out of you. It took every inch of you to not stop or to stumble on your words.

It wasn’t until he added a second finger where things started to go down hill. You began to stutter, soft moans began to leave your lips.

“P-Please, can I stop reading?” You beg hoping to get an answer you liked.

He just chuckled as he stopped his motion, “Why should I let you stop baby?” He teased looking up at you, you didn’t have an answer to his question.

“You gotta study babygirl,” he teases as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of you.

“P-Please daddy, I wanna watch you,” you whine causing him to stop,

“You like this?” He begins to move his fingers faster, you put your book down. “If you aren’t gonna read you’re gonna look right at me,” he says looking you directly in the eyes. You gave him a nod locking eyes with him. While keeping eye contact, slowly he leans forward leaving a single kitten like on your clit, almost testing the waters. You bit your tongue to hold back the moan that would have escaped.

Without warning he went straight in, sucking your clit between his lips.

“o-oh fuck,” you whimper as you try to keep eye contact with him, the feeling of his lips harshly sucking on you, while pumping his fingers into you. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. When he finally inserted a third finger, your head rolled back a moan finally leaving your lips. You felt him gently slap your thigh to gain your attention,

“Eyes on me babygirl, I wanna see your beautiful face when you cum on my fingers,” you felt yourself get closer to your release,

“Fuck, are you gonna cum babygirl? I feel you tightening around my fingers.” He groans, “You like doing this in public don’t you? You like the idea of getting caught, don’t you?” He taunts, you moan not able to form words,

“Answer me,” he growls against your clit as he gently nibbles on it,

“Yes daddy, I like it,” you whines out softly, he chuckled sending vibrations straight to your core.

“I knew you did you slut,” his words only pushing you closer to the edge,

“I’m so close,” you moan, “Please daddy, let me cum,” you beg, he groans at the sound of you begging.

“Go on babygirl, cum for daddy,” he groaned out move his fingers faster. The look in his eyes was enough to throw you over the edge, your legs began to shake as you finally reached your climax. He helped you through your high, working his fingers slowly in and out of you until you finally came down.

“What a good girl~”

Your eyes snapped open, you could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, you hated wet dreams…. You grumbled to yourself as you looked at your phone and saw that it was seven o’clock, thirty minutes before your alarm as to go off.

“God damn it,” you mumble under your breath as you get out of bed, deciding to take a shower to start the day and maybe you might be able to deal with the aching between your legs.

Your day had honestly started off alright considering waking up earlier than intended. Your first three classes went by rather well, though you had two more to go. Between walking from building to building you stopped into the cafeteria to grab a quick snack seeing as though you wouldn’t be eating until eight o’clock tonight when you met with Joon.

In your rush to get in and out quickly, you ran into something solid,

“(Y/n)? You alight?” A concerned voice asked, you nodded before looking up,

“Yeah, I’m alright Hobi,” you say, “I’m sorry for running into you, I’m in a bit of a rush,” you explain to him, he smiled his bright smile before speaking,

“No harm done! I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at the club meeting!” He say as you rush off. Hobi was president of a dance club that you had been apart of since your freshmen year, but it wasn’t until Hobi came around that you guys ever did anything. You were finally doing shows and competitions, it was honestly the most amazing thing. The both of you bonded over a duet you did together that would be considered pretty risky for just friends to do. Ever since then you two were honestly the best of friends.

Rushing towards your next class you munched on a piece of toast, you weren’t running late but if you walked slow enough you would be. You just kept telling yourself that you were almost done and soon you would be meeting with your cute new friend.

Seven o’clock came around and you were trying your best to keep yourself awake, you last class had a quiz that you had completely forgot about and it honestly took everything out of you.

“Hey (y/n),” Namjoon says as he meets you outside of the school building.

You yawn and smile, “Hi Joon,” he frowns, he can clearly see that you were tired.

“Let me take you to your room,” he says with his usual smile, you looked at him in confusion,

“N-No, Joon lets go do our project,” you yawn as you begin to walk, he stops you by gently grabbing your hand,

“Why don’t we go to your room, we can work there if you want,” he says, you nodded sleepily. You must have been that sleepy to invite the boy your roommate shipped you with back to your room. This was a disaster waiting to happen.

Namjoon walked with you into your room, your roommate was no where in sight. Weird, she must have been at her boyfriends room…

“Make yourself at home,’ you yawn as you set you bag down by your desk and promptly take a seat on your bed.

“Fuck~” Namjoon mutters as he checks his phone,

“Whats wrong?” You ask sleepily, you kinda cuddling into your bed.

“My roommates girlfriend is over, meaning I need to find a place to crash tonight,” he mumbles clearly not happy about the predicament.

Without thinking you spoke up, “Stay here,” he seems to freeze in his place, “I don’t mind,” you yawn again now laying down in the bed.

“A-Are you sure (y/n)? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he reasons with you. You pat the empty space next to you, honestly not caring what he did.

He must have realized no work was getting done tonight, because the lights went out and you felt him lay behind you. You could tell he was trying to keep his distance like a gentleman but you weren’t a fan of personal space.

A soft yawn escaped your lips as you cuddled closer to his chest, you had always liked being warm when you slept and he was practically radiating heat. Namjoon tensed up behind you, unsure of what to do mainly because he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries. Though he felt himself slowly drift to sleep, his arm gently draping over your waist gently. He could help but feel butterflies in his stomach, it was true he found you cute and that he may have gained a crush on you in the small amount of time you knew each other. Though he wasn’t going to complain about what was happening, no way in hell but he just hoped when you both woke up you things wouldn’t be too awkward.

You heard the door slowly open, at what you assumed was, early that next morning. You didn’t pay much mind to it seeing as though you were so comfortable and warm in your bed. The soft giggles of your roommate were faint as you slowly began to wake up from your peaceful sleep. You had begun to realize that you pillow was a bit harder then usual…You eyes fluttered open only to find that your pillow was, in fact, the hard chest that belonged to none other then Namjoon. You knew nothing had happened last night, and that this was nothing more.

“What time is it?” You groan quietly to your roommate,

“A little after seven,” she says just as quietly, “I see you had a fun night,” she teased,

You stuck your tongue out at her, “No, he came over to work on our project and I fell asleep, his roommate had his girlfriend over and needed a place to crash.” You tell her as quietly as you could without waking the gentle giant. Your roommate still giggled and went to her side of the room, you assumed to get ready for the class she had today.

You took this moment to look up at Joons sleeping face, his hair was slightly disheveled and his lips slight agape. Every so often he would softly snore and shift a little. You honestly wished you could have this view all the time. You watched for as he slowly began to wake up, his eyes fluttered open.

A small smile formed on his lips, “Morning,” he mumbled lowly in his deep morning voice.

“Morning Joon,” you say just as softly as you slowly try to sit up, instead he slowly pulls you back,

“Stay for a bit longer,” he groans as he seems to close his eyes again. You honestly didn’t fight him, though you knew your roommate wasn’t gonna let you live it down. It wasn’t much longer until your eyes fluttered shut again and you fell asleep.

You woke up again, this time to a tickling feeling against your neck. It didn’t take you long to realize that it was Namjoon’s breath against your neck. His face was buried into your neck, his lips ridiculously close to touching your skin. You tried so hard to control your breathing, to ignore the feeling of arousal starting to pool between your legs. Just the idea of his lips on your neck was enough to cause said aching between your legs.

Namjoon groans in his sleep, shifting closer to you, his lips now brushing gently against the nape of your neck. You bit your lip in order to hold back the whimper that was rising from your throat. This man had no idea what he was doing to you. You continued to feel his lips lightly brush against your neck for a few moment, holding back was becoming incredibly hard. You wanted to move but his arm was securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close to him, maybe he was aware of what he did to you…

You tried to push that thought away from you there was no way he knew, well that’s what you thought. Not seconds later did his lips press against your neck, not roughly but just enough that a the whimper you had been holding back finally made an appearance. His lips didn’t move, it was clear that he was still asleep.

“J-Joon,” you whisper out in hopes that maybe he would wake up, He just groaned in his sleep, his lips continuing to graze your neck.

“Namjoon,” you breath out, trying to hide your embarrassment, you honestly couldn’t believe that something this simple was turning you on. Slowly he began to shift, his lips moving away from you now as his eyes opened.

“(Y/N)?” He groans as he slowly wakes up, you sat there trying to catch your breath. You heart was still pounding in your chest,

“Are you okay?” He asked, clear concern laced in his voice.

You nod your head, “Y-Yeah, just woke up from a weird dream,” you stammer out trying to keep yourself calm. He sits up looking at you, he was worried about you clearly.

“I’m alright, I promise,” you say, “do you have class today? We can do some of our project today.” You say trying to change the subject. He rubs his eyes, before shaking his head,

“I have a club meeting tonight but that’s about it,” he replies, he keeps an arm wrapped around you as you chatted,

“You’re in a club?” You question, you assumed he was in some sort of ‘smart person’ club but you wouldn’t actually admit that out loud.

“A childhood friend wanted me to join a club with him,” he says with a nod,

“Who’s your friend? If you don’t mind me asking,” you ask honestly kinda curious to see if you know them.

“His names Hoseok,” he says with a shrug,

You sat there shocked for a second, “Wait, Jung Hoseok?” You ask, when he nodded you nearly had a heart attack, “You’re joining the dance club?” You blurted, you really hoped he didn’t take offense to that.

He laughed and nodded, “Yes, I know it’s a bit strange. He roped a bunch of our friends together to do some sort of dance together,” he laughed, “He even managed to ask our friend Seokjin and Yoongi to come back to join it,” He explained, now you were interested,

“Wait, Min Yoongi?” You ask, “The music production major, who on the last day literally cussed out the professor?” You squack, causing the both of you to laugh. His laugh was honestly adorable to say the least.

“Yes that Yoongi,” he confirmed, “We all became friends at a young age and we all just kinda stayed together I guess.” He chuckled, you smiled hearing that. You didn’t have many friends growing up, and the ones you did lost contact and you all just kinda faded away. Not like you really cared seeing as though you never really liked having friends anyways.

“I didn’t realize he would be someone to be into dancing,” you mutter causing Namjoon to chuckle, there were no other words spoken for a few moments.

Eventually, the both of you began to work on your project. You both of you throwing ideas back and forth of the strangest thing.

“Hear me out,” you begin with a giggle, “What about these two friends live together, and one of them becomes possessed by a demon,” you explain, “the demon sees that the friend it’s possessing is madly in love with the other. So it spends all its time trying to get them together,” you conclude looking at his face for any sort of thought.

A bright smile spread across his face, “Thats amazing! It’s perfect!” He says happily, jotting it all down in his notes. The both of you continued to work for most of the day, it seemed like both of your minds just joined together as one.

Before you realized it, it was nearly time for you to head to club.

He began to pack up his things, “So I’ll see you there?” He asked with a happy smile, you gave him a happy nod before saying goodbye. Once he left, you threw on your more dance worthy clothing before grabbing your water bottle and keys, before locking your door and leaving.

You were one of the first to arrive after Hobi, he was quick to run to you and engulf you into the tightest hug imaginable.

You were happy to give him an even bigger hug, “Hobi!” You squeal happily, his cute laugh filled the room as you both just stood embracing each other. Though it honestly hadn’t been that long since you had seen him, you both often greeted each other this way.

It was honestly the one thing you looked forward to. If it weren’t for Hobi, you wouldn’t be the person you were today. As you waited for the rest of the club, the both of you stretched and spoke together about the things you had done over your summer or just random things that you both had been up to.

Eventually a few stragglers came in before the large group of boys that you were kind of familiar with. The three you recognized was, of course, Namjoon who walked beside Yoongi. You had only seen him a few times, Yoongi was pretty quiet when he wasn’t with his friends. You had nearly worked a project with him, a singer was needed, you had auditioned but the day you were asked to go in they had turned everyone away. He had decided to do something different.

The last person you recognized was Jimin, you had met him through the club. He was a true sweetheart and was honestly a dance god. You honestly envied his talent, he was an amazing dancer with so much passion. You had both danced together once, you had nearly won a competition his first time doing the club.

Hoseok’s voice filled the room as he greeted his friends from where he was standing, you could tell he was extremely happy to see that they had actually decided to show up. He waved you over with a wide smile, you cautiously walk over not exactly sure how this would go over.

“Guys! This is (Y/N), she’s another good friend of mine!” He introduces, you gave an awkward smile and wave as they all introduced themselves. Jimin greeted you with a sweet hug as the others just kinda waved.

“I’m just so glad you guys are here!” He cheers with a giggle, each person broke into a pretty wide smile. This years club was going to be an interesting one, you could tell.

A few months had gone by, Namjoon and yourself had gotten closer than ever. If you squinted you would honestly think you were an actual couple, well most people believed that you were anyways. You were always together, either working on your project or just hanging out together. Hobi had noticed the two of you getting close, so he decided to make you dance partners. It was honestly the most amazing thing to happen, it only brought you two closer together.

So close that your roommate just wouldn’t stop teasing you, asking when you were finally gonna take things to the next step. You obviously told her that you both weren’t in that kind of relationship, she would just roll her eyes and continue to tease you.

Today was like any other day, except today you stayed in his room. The both of you sat in his bed watching a random movie that played on his computer. You two often did this on the weekends, it was a way for you to de-stress and just spend time away from everyone.

Though something was different, Namjoon seemed nervous. He arm was slung over your shoulder, you wanted so desperately to cuddle into his side.

Recently the stresses of college had really gotten to you, all the work and projects you had to get done where starting to take its tole. You hadn’t been sleeping well, you hadn’t been eating well and honestly you had gone a week or so without interacting with anyone, that included going to your favorite club.

“Are you okay?” Joon questions snapping you out of your thoughts. You didn’t speak for a few seconds, the only sound to be heard was the sound of the tv.

“I’m alright,” you finally answer, “I’m just glad to be finally having a break from everything.” You whisper softly, he gave a small nod before pulling you closer to his side. The faint smell of his cologne fulled your nose instantly calming you down.

“Thanks Joonie,” you mumble snuggling into him more, if that’s even possible. You heard him chuckle a little. You glanced up to him, much to your surprise he was looking at you, his dimpled smile showing. You found yourself glancing down at his lips a few times, honestly wondering if they were a soft as they looked. He seemed to notice you gaze rather quickly, he was always a little slow when it came to the signs but he could see that this was something you might have wanted. He slowly leans towards you, his lips now extremely close to yours.

“N-Namjoon,” you whisper, looking into his dark eyes. Concern filled them for a second, afraid he had done something wrong. “Kiss me, please,” you tell him, not wanting to wait another second. He seems frozen at your request, so you took the leap of faith. Gently you connected your lips together, it was clear that the both of you were nervous.

The kiss lasted only a few seconds, before he pulled away slowly, you heart was beating out of your chest. Before you knew it, his hands gently grabbed your waist, pulling you onto his lap you legs straddling him. One of his hands sat gently on your side while the other caressed the back of your neck. He pulls you back in for another kiss, this one passionate and showed all the feelings he had. His hand held you close as his tongue gently snaked his way into your mouth. Was this was really happening?

You couldn’t help but involuntarily rolling your hips against his causing the both of you to moan into each others mouths. You finger tangled in his hair holding him as close as you could get him. Was this actually happening? You’d never done this with anyone before but you weren’t going to stop, this felt way too right.

You pulled away from his lips, both of you trying to catch your breath. Cautiously his lips trailed down your neck, leaving feather light kisses everywhere that he could. You let out a soft sign, the feeling foreign but pleasant. As he became more confident in himself, his lips pressed harder onto your neck occasionally sucking and nipping at the skin cause soft moans to slip past you lips. His hands began to wander cautiously, giving you an opportunity to stop him at any time. You hadn’t planed to stop him, even after his hands began to wander under your shirt touching your bare waist. He pulled away from your neck, looking you in the eyes asking for permission. You simply nodded, you didn’t have to say words the both of you could practically feel each others energies.

His lips connected to yours again, you grabbed the edge of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and off of you. The kiss continued for a few moments before he too shed his shirt. Your hands began to trail his toned stomach, he was so well built…

A groan escaped his lips as a hands began to trail up towards your chest, his hands cupping your cloth covered breasts gently almost testing the waters. Once again his lips trailed down your neck heading towards your semi-exposed chest. Taking this chance, you reach behind to unclasp your bra letting it fall from your chest. He doesn’t hesitate to let his lips wander further down until his lips attached to one of your nipples. You couldn’t stop the moan that trembled from your lips causing him to glance up at you and pull away,

“You gotta be quiet, we don’t need everyone hearing,” he chuckled with a small smirk causing wetness to pool between your legs. He left a few kitten likes against your nipple before seeing your reaction, “Unless you want everyone to know.” This caused another moan to surface giving him the answer he was looking for. He used his strength to lay you down on your back, him hovering above you. His lips continuing to assault your breasts, leaving small love bites and soft kisses as he worked his way down towards you stomach.

“Joon, please,” you whine softly trying to keep your voice down. He left light kisses near your navel as he slowly began to pull down your sweatpants. Lifting your hips off the bed to help get your pants off. He wasted no time, leaving light kisses against you thighs leaving your body shaking with anticipation. He silently drank in your form before leaning down kissing near the waistband of your panties, he glances up at you almost silently asking for permission which you happily gave him. He pulled them down your legs carefully, you hear him audibly groan at the sight of you.

“You’re so wet baby,” he groans as he begins to kiss your thighs again making his way higher and higher. He parts your legs, placing them on his shoulders as he dives in. His tongue automatically finding your clit, you bit your lip silencing the cry that the whole building would likely had heard. Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding on for dear life, his mouth felt amazing.

“H-Holy shit, that feels so good,” you moan softly, you felt him smile against you, occasionally groaning as he continued to eat you out. The closer you to to your high, which was a lot faster than you would hope, the harder it became to hold back your moans.

“Joon, I’m so close, please,” you beg trying to keep your voice down as low as you could, your grip in his hair tightened causing him to groan. You hips bucked up against his face, trying to chase your orgasm. He flattens his hands against your stomach, pinning you down so you couldn’t move. This only brought you closer, after a few moments of chasing your much needed orgasm he growls against you,

“Cum for me, baby,” That was all it took before you were thrown over the edge, the idea of him being able to bring you to an orgasm with just his tongue only seemed to intensify it.

“Joon,” you whine as you came down from your high but his ministrations didn’t stop. You tried to push him away but he held you down. It was only a moment before he from between your legs, crawling up your body and kissing you lustfully. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as you fought for dominance. His fingers gently touched your sensitive clit causing you to gasp against his lips, he pulls away slightly,

“Relax baby,” he whispers, “I have to prep you for me,” he nips at your neck, as his fingers trail down towards your entrance you grab his hand.

A faint blush crept on your cheeks, now feeling embarrassed, his eyes softened.

“What’s wrong?” He asked genuinely concerned about this, you covered your face in embarrassment.

“I-I’m a virgin,” you mumble, gently he moved your hands from your face. He looks directly into your eyes, you could only see love in his eyes.

“It’s alright,” he kisses your cheek sweetly, “If you want to stop we can, I don’t wanna rush you,” he begins, “If not, I will be really gentle alright? I would never hurt you,” he whispers, you felt tears well up in your eyes. You couldn’t believe he actually cared that much for you….

“Please keep going,” you whisper, “I trust you,” you watch as his smile grew wider, the love in his eyes only grew brighter.

“Then I will be really gentle, you just have to tell me if I’m hurting you,” he says; you give him a nod of understanding before he continued. His lips connected to yours once more in a quick kiss before he gently laid his forehead against yours, his finger circling your entrance. You gave him a small nod while looking into his eyes. He took the first step, slowly inserting a finger into you. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling to start with, kinda uncomfortable but the longer you adjusted. You knew this was just the beginning though.

Slowly he began to move his finger, testing the water to see how you were feeling, the moan that escaped your lips seemed to egg him on. His pace slowly quickened, before slowly entering a second finger into the mix. He halted his motions for a few moments,

“You’re doing so well beautiful,” he whispered in your ear, along with a few other encouraging words that seemed to shoot a tingling sensation right down to your core.

“M-Move, please,” you whine not wanting him to hold back any more. He took that as his cue, starting a slow almost teasing pace that drove you crazy. Though the slow pace didn’t exactly last too long, it began to pick up. His eyes never left yours, watching as your face would contort in please just by the flex of his fingers.

“J-Joon,” you moan, “I want you,” he didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed himself off the bed, finding a condom not in his desk but his roommates. This made you giggle,

“he won’t notice, the guy goes through them like candy,” he grumbles as he pulls down his sweatpants and boxers. His hard cock hits his stomach, the tip already leaking pre-cum as he put the condom on and hovered above you.

“This will hurt a little, alright? But just for a minute,” he advices as he lined up with your entrance. Once he slowly began to sink into you, holding back tears you pulled him closer to you burying you face into the crook of his neck. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you laid together adjusting to his size, the pain slowly turned into a dull ache and eventually nearly nothing.

“Y-You can move,” you tell him as he pecks your lips. Slowly he pulls himself out and back in, setting a slow pace just to start out. Soft moans continued to flow from your lips, trying so hard to keep quiet but it was proving a harder task than you thought.

He kept the slow pace for a few minutes, the he began to speed up until he was nearly pounding into you. All you could do was moan his name as you were, once again, building up towards your orgasm. Namjoon left soft kisses against your neck, leaving love bites in his wake,

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He growls against your neck,

You hold back the loud moan you were threatening to let out, “yes,” you moan, “Yes daddy,” you whimper, you felt his tense slightly at the name he was just called. A blush crept up your neck and to your cheeks, you honestly believed you had screwed up.

“Call me that again,” he groans into your ear as he began to snap his hips forward thrusting deeper than before.

“Daddy,” you whine, “I’m so close please,” you sob trying to keep your cries to a dull roar but you were ultimately failing. He continues to thrust, now rougher than ever but you could tell that the name was really getting to him. You could feel the knot in your stomach endlessly tightening but it wasn’t enough, you needed something else. Almost as if he read your mind, his hand snuck down between your bodies, his finger tips drawing tight circles on your clit.

“Come on baby,” he groans, “Cum for daddy,” he growls while making eye contact with you. You felt the knot snap, you pull Namjoon down into a suffocating kiss, muting the loud moan that escaped as you found your release. Namjoon followed behind, as he felt your walls tighten around him his thrust got sloppy, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Shit, fuck,” he groans into your neck as he released into the condom. His thrusts continued until he nearly collapsed on top of you. The both of you panting, trying to catch your breath. Before he got to comfy he tied the condom off and threw it in the trash. He pulled the blankets over the both of you, and pulled you towards his chest, his heart was still racing.

“That was amazing,” you say softly, cuddling into his chest. He only nodded in agreement, taking a few minutes to figure out what he wanted to say. That was until the sound of his door unlocking brought you both out of your daze.

You weren’t prepared for who walked in.

“Woah, what the fuck…” a familiar voice said, the both of you glanced over only to see your roommate and her boyfriend walk in.

“No fucking way!” Your roommate squeals in, honest to god, joy. You buried your face into Namjoon’s chest to hide the deep red blush that appeared.

“Can you guys like, leave?” Namjoon asked, hoping that they wouldn’t over stay their welcome. The both of them laughed, his roommate grabbing a few things before heading back towards the door,

“So this is what it feels like to be walked in on?” He mumbled causing you and Joon to laugh. When the two of them left, leaving you two alone did he finally speak.

“I want to take you out,” he mumbles, “Please… I kind of did this in the wrong order,” he rubbed the back of his neck. You giggled at him, his nervousness was honestly the cutest thing.

“I would love to go out Joonie,” you say kissing his cheek, “Now can we take a nap?” You ask with a giggle. He gave a wide smile before nodding.

“Of course beautiful,” he whispers as the both of you lay down, he pulls you into his warm chest before the both of you fall asleep.

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