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(kau adalah darahku/kau adalah jantungku)
help girl miserable old men yaoi is invading my brain again
#clefdraki#dr kondraki#dr clef#scp#scp fanart#fanart#illustration#OH SAYANG ENGKAU BEGITUUUU#SEMPURNAAAAAAAHDSJsnsnnn#(ben's drink is non-alcoholic)#no dewa lyrics this time u wouldn't believe it#theyre all sad as fuck
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fuck it, give me mean!reader. / pt2
SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X FEM!READER
cw cursing, bad writing, NON-DESCRIPTIVE READER
a/n i see so many innocent/soft/polite!reader paired with simon, but i've barely come across mean!reader (to everyone except, eventually, simon).
i want reader that isn't intimidated by his size or his glare or his mask at all. she just finds it annoying as fuck. (you'll see)
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simon's attention is completely on you from the moment he laid eyes on you. you're in a bar, and he's coming out of the loo, not looking in front of him. he bumps into you — a pretty thing, shorter than him, the top of your head reaching his shoulder — and the collision causes your beer to spill all over your shirt.
"bloody fucking hell, man! watch where you're fucking going!"
you're soaked and your shirt clings on your body, and simon's wide eyes shamelessly wander over it. you're hot.
you look down at the mess he's made, fingers dripping beer as you wave the empty bottle away from you. your eyes snap up to meet his in an icy glare, and he must admit that his rookies back in base would definitely cower under your stare.
"a sorry would be nice. i have nothing to cover myself with and it's cold outside." you scoff.
you raise your eyebrows, waiting for a response. you're surprised he hasn't walked away yet. his eyes express the boredom and unamusement of the situation. you sigh a few seconds later, realising he's opted at staring at your bra rather than being a gentleman and apologising.
you nod at brenda, the bartender, calling her name and sliding the empty bottle her way. to the bathroom it is, then. you just hope you can dry it enough for your bra not to show.
"move, you brute." you push past the silent giant, cursing like a sailor under your breath.
you don't realise he's followed you, in the women's restroom, until several minutes later, when you're struggling to soak up the alcohol with paper towels. simon's leaning on the doorway, arms crossed as he watches you unbutton your shirt.
"y'gonna giv'me a show, lov'?"
he startles you, and you grab the soap by the sink, arm raised to throw it at him, but you stop yourself.
"you've come to spill another drink on me, or just to stare at my boobs?"
you turn your back on him, unbuttoning the rest. sneaking a glance in the mirror, you're surprised to find his eyes cast elsewhere. good.
"you need something, dickhead?" you look at him as you place your shirt directly under the hand dryer, hoping it'll do the job faster.
his eyes don't meet yours, stuck on a big ben painting on the wall.
"didn't get to apologise." his voice is smooth, accent thick.
"well, you're not forgiven. shirt's still soaked and i smell like beer. so..."
if simon was being one hundred percent honest, he was shocked by your boldness. you'd met him several moments ago, yet you'd called him several names, while also glaring daggers. he wasn't used to anyone behaving like that around him or talking to him in that way. he was definitely intrigued.
"a drink on me, then?" additionally to finding you extremely attractive, you seemed interesting and he — although, he wouldn't admit it — wanted to hear more of the variety of names you had for him.
you shake your head. "there's no way i'm staying another minute in here." you pull on your semi-dry shirt. "i stink, curtesy of some random, abnormally tall idiot, who forgets there's shorter pople in the world."
the laugh comes unexpectedly. your eyes train on him as you button up, glaring.
"you're laughing at me, now?"
simon barely shakes his head (while also trying to conceal his laughing), and you, once again, push past him. he follows you albeit a lot slower, watches you as you grab your things and call brenda over to pay her.
he slams the cash on the bar before you can take your wallet out, nodding at the woman and telling her to keep the change.
"i told you, stranger, apology not accepted."
he shrugs, draping his jacket over your shoulders. he'd picked up his things on the way over, dead set on apologising - in his own way. he was never good with words, and you seemed not to like that method either.
"simon."
"what?" you look up to him.
"name's simon. not stranger, or idiot, or dickhead. although, i quite like that one."
your eyes soften the tiniest bit as he looks down to meet your gaze. you notice the crinkle by his eyes when he gives you a stiff smile.
"well, si—dickhead, i'd appreciate it if you didn't use me as a human hanger, and let me go home." you move to shrug off his jacket, but he stops you.
his big hand brushes to the small of your back and he pushes you forwars softly. "go on, then. i don't know the way to your house."
you look confused. eyes narrowed and lips turned downwards in a pout. cute.
"a-are you...? you're walking me home?"
"i gotta show how sorry i am for drenching you in beer, one way or another, right?"
you sigh, shoulders slumping in surrender. you pull your arms through the sleeves, and to no one's surprise, the jacket is massive on you.
you motion for him to follow you. "i got peper spray in my bag though." your icy tone from before is back.
simon suppresses his smirk. "mhm."
"i won't hesitate to use it, dickhead."
man....this is kind of shit....but i got do many ideas off of it....
#ohmygkd i need him#simon riley#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley x you#ghost cod#ghost cod x reader#ghost mw2#ghost x reader#simon riley fluff#fluff#cod: mwii#frank writes
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WHEN I WAKE UP, WHERE DO YOU GO? — Soldier Boy/Ben
Summary: When Soldier Boy was taken away and Vought faked his death, he dreamt of you non-stop while with the reds. Now, decades later and back in the modern world, he just has one thing in mind: finding you.
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.
Word count: 1.6k.
Warnings: heavy angst, language, some nudity, sexual implied content, pregnancy, the usual stuff in the boys universe, death, AU where Soldier Boy was never with Crimson Countess.
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Notes: this was a request for my 400 followers drabbles but i got more things in mind to develop an angsty one shot with a sad ending, so this is what happened. also thanks for being patient with me as i try to come back to tumblr and write. real life is not easy.
GEN MASTERLIST!
1981
He didn’t know where he was standing. He didn’t know the place around him, nor the people having a sweet ball, with the music playing and mingling with their laughs.
He could see the beautiful ladies swinging to the classic music in the gala, the supes he used to know in the back of the scene as if they weren’t an important part of it. Dressed in that green suit, mask off, he walked between the couples and the guests dancing. His eyes caught a stunning wine colored dress in the middle of the pale colors around. He knew it was you.
It was the first time in years he heard his heart pounding against his chest this fast, as he approached you. His hand brushing your bare shoulder made you turn around, a bright smile adorned your face appeared when you saw it was him. You quickly focused your attention completely to him, leaving the ladies you were speaking to behind.
“Ben! What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t coming!” you almost shouted to him as you dragged him with you to the less-crowded bar.
He furrowed his brows in confusion. “I wasn’t?”
You shook your head with a hint of embarrassment and placed your drink on the countertop.. “Edgar said you wouldn’t, so… I just thought you weren’t,” you said with a soft voice. “But nevermind that, I’m glad you’re here, I’ve missed you,” you beamed, this time your voice sounding happier.
Ben nodded, taking in the sight of your figure and your pretty face, delicately made up, expensive and graceful just for a night like this. Somehow, seeing you felt like ages. “You look perfect,” he whispered.
Under his gaze, he knew your cheeks were burning. He started fighting the urge of caressing your cheek but now, in front of all these people, it was better not to.
He always had this need of protecting you from the outside, from the world. Being the supe he was, he knew how fucked up everything around was. You didn’t deserve to see that. But countless times, Ben remembered your courage and the way you used to raise your voice to be heard. And still knowing you could take care of yourself, he felt the need of looking after you, of being your shelter. Despite everything, he wouldn’t forgive himself if anything bad happened to you.
“Thank you,” you smiled. “You look good too, but I bet you’d look better with a different type of suit,” you gave him a flirty wink.
He was all in that playful mood of yours.
“Probably later, if we leave,” Ben teased back, the distance between both of you getting shorter. He could smell the sweetness of your perfume and the taste of alcohol. “Whatcha say, sweetheart?”
“I’d say yes. Always would say yes.”
1983
Ben woke up again, in a place that was oddly familiar in the back of his mind. It was a big bedroom, he was laying on the bed, and immediately noticed the blanket covering his bare body. The sunlight sneaking in the curtains told him it was morning already. There was a heat coming from the other side and he rolled softly to see you, sleeping and tugging his arm against you.
“Good morning,” you mumbled, fluttering your eyes open. You leaned to place a kiss on his stubbled cheek, the blanket falling off a little from your breasts. “How you feeling today, my husband?”
“Husband?”
You chuckled at his confused face. “I told you I’d say yes, didn’t I?”
Ben snorted to himself. He didn’t even remember proposing to you, but it was better than he’d ever imagined. Looking back at you, he asked with a quizzical expression on his face. “Am I dreaming?”
You laughed louder this time. “No, Ben. We got married yesterday. Thought you couldn’t get drunk and all, is there anything wrong?”
He felt your hand caressing his cheek softly, as you placed your head on his shoulder and laid back down. And he felt not only the warm touch of your skin, but a coldness coming from a ring on your hand. He wrapped his own on your wrist to get a glance of the bright, gold ring adorning your finger. It was true.
You were his wife, and he couldn’t believe it.
1984
“Please don’t go.”
Your voice came out as a plea, and he, somehow, felt something was wrong. Looking around, Ben found himself in a cozy kitchen inside a house, and you were standing in front of him. He looked for the ring in your hand, and there it was. What the hell was happening to him? Why was he suddenly reminiscing every moment with you? And why this?
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Ben, I’m pregnant,” you confessed with glossy eyes. His face softened and he shook his head, part of him wanting it to be a lie. He wasn’t ready to be a father yet. “Please don’t go to Nicaragua. You promised you’d give this up, why hasn't it happened? It’s been a year!”
You were already crying, the tears coating your cheeks and he stepped closer to cup your cheeks between his hands, making you look at him directly.
“I really have to go,” he muttered as he wiped the tears off your skin.
Ben pulled you for a hug, as you cried against his chest and he soothed you softly, a side he never knew could have for anyone but you. He hated seeing you like this, but he knew he had to go. He was Soldier Boy, he’d come back soon, for you and the baby.
“I just want you to be safe and happy,” you mumbled, once you pulled away and wiped your face with your hands.. “You always wanted this, a family. And I want to give it to you because I love you… I wouldn’t want it any other way, Ben.”
“I love you so damn much,” he said, with a beam on his face and a spark in his eyes, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “How long?” he asked.
“Like four months…”
Ben smiled again, remembering the weird foods you were having, how you’d get sick all out of nowhere and the countless nights and days he took care of you, even if you got pissed at him because it all felt like you were useless. But he didn’t care about all that. How he couldn’t notice it and pull the strings together, he thought to himself.
Suddenly he kissed you sweetly, but so strong at the same time that you gasped against his mouth. “You’re the most amazing thing that ever happened to me, y’know that.”
His words made you smile against his lips, still trying to compose yourself. You nodded as you reached for his hand, entwining it with yours.
“I hope it’s a boy,” he said, before planting another kiss on your lips.
2022
When Ben came back to the real world, he thought of finding you. Butcher had facilitated your location in exchange for a deal, but a grave wasn’t the place he had in mind when doing so.
He already lost count of how many times he had arrived to grief and hate himself for leaving you and the baby that day when you begged him not to. It was late noon, almost dusk, and probably he shouldn’t be there, saying sorry to the air and the tree in your grave. There was an emptiness growing in his chest, like a black hole swallowing every single particle of life he had been preserving for you, once he came back.
Ben spent the last four decades dreaming of you, remembering every moment, either be happy or sad, the only thing that mattered was you. Whole you, with your beauty, your laugh, the kindness in your eyes every time you looked at him, and the courage in your heart. If only he could go back and change everything, he’d do it with no question.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled again. “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you when you asked me to.”
He read the plaque with your name written on it and a small ‘beloved daughter and wife’ below, and his fists clenched tightly. More than ever, he wanted to burn Vought down to the ground. He had cried to himself, all alone, when he learned you were gone and to regret his decisions. It wasn’t enough for those fuckers to take his child and raise him in a damn lab to be a monster, but they had to kill you.
Ben remembered the things this Hughie kid had told him; about you trying to look for your husband for months non-stop after he went missing and the fake story of his death was released to the world. You spent day and night doing research, getting involved with different organizations even when your son was born, and when Vought sensed you were moving masses, they decided to get rid of you and take his son away. Ben was sure you knew pretty well the dirty secrets, and taking threats out of the radar was their specialty.
Now he had to take Homelander down. The only bond that joined you and him resulted to be a stupid, crying asshole, all because of the whim of some rich men running a pharmaceutical. Supes were a lie, but he was a soldier. And he had promised himself to avenge you, whatever the cost was.
“I love you,” Ben whispered to the wind. “I hope you understand why I’m doing this.”
“I'm pretty sure she’d be okay with it,” Butcher said, standing a couple of feet back.
Ben had been used to the british fucker to appear out of nowhere. Butcher was the one taking him to the cemetery after all.
“Yeah, I hope so,” Ben said back. The sadness and grief fell off his face as he turned around to meet Butcher. “Let’s go then, I want to take them fucking down.”
Soldier Boy taglist: @delaynew @k-slla @thesilmarillionblog @onlyangel-444 @mrsjenniferwinchester @daisy-the-quake
#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy x you#soldier boy imagine#soldier boy x y/n#soldier boy/ben#soldier boy angst#soldier boy fanfiction#soldier boy imagines#the boys soldier boy#jensen ackles
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ＢＥＯＭＧＹＵᵳᵢ𝓬 ᵣₑ𝓬ₛ
[part 1]
⦾ Ｓｅｒｉｅｓ
⁃ Lover = Lo$er by @wildernessuntothemselves (complete, sub!beomgyu, dom!reader, virgin shaming, degradation, slut shaming, foodplay, mommy kink, breeding kink)
⁃ You are my queen now by @wildernessuntothemselves (complete, switch!beomgyu, switch!reader, dry humping, cumming in pants, dirty talk, unrequited love, non con, extremely unhealthy relationship dynamics, manipulative characters, mentions of and justifications of rape, mentions of miscarriages, spanking, cheating, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, orgasm denial)
⁃ Love affair by @yvesjun (complete, alcohol consumption, swearing, smut (drunk sex, fem. oral receiving, slight degradation, orgasm denial)
⁃ here I come by @ijhyo (complete, horror, swearing ,injuries, character death, mentions of blood, stabbing, knives)
⁃ run by @loveliestfelix (complete, angst, best friends to strangers)
⁃ ghosting by @jjunis (on going, swearing, family issues, abusive parents, mentions of domestic violence , mentions of some light injuries, anxiety ,depression, insecurities)
⁃ stranger things!beomgyu by @bb-eilish (mentions of death, sex, rough sex, dirty talk, pet names, dom!gyu, sub!reader,mutual pining, condom use)
⁃ ugly district by @jjuxii (on going, enemies to lovers, bullying, cursing)
⁃ bj!ben by @minnieves (on going, camboy!beomgyu, mutual masturbation, fingering)
⁃ fuck you series by @fairyofshampgyu (complete, nsfw, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, enemies to lovers, degrading & slut shaming, smut)
⁃ live now! Series by @fairyofshampgyu (on going, camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, solo beomgyu, anal, smut)
⁃ anti-romantic by @tokkibbang00 (on going, college!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, humor, ex! hyunjin, best friend! yeonjun, indie band! txt, cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of sex)
⁃ one way by @rosewould (on-going, hate sex, mean!gyu, slut shaming, breath play, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, post orgasm torture, dubcon, blood, pain play, breast play, biting, hair pulling, choking, spitting, unrequited crush, failed confession)
⦾ Ｏｎｅ ｓｈｏｔｓ
⁃ honeymoon by @beomsight (edging, clothed sex, subspace, unestablished dom/sub roles, top!bg, he’s loud, mutual masturbation, drooling, biting, marks, crying)
⁃ needy thing by @beomsight (afab! reader, use of pet name, protected sex, hand job, oral)
⁃ surprise! by @beomsight (subby!bg, voyeurism, edging)
⁃ good boy by @beomsight (strap on, hand job, nipple play, softdom!reader
⁃ rude awakening by @beomsight (afab!reader, smacking, mention of temperature play, sleeping naked, tummy hickeys)
⁃ (blood) lust by @beomsight (afab!reader, lots of mentions of blood, hand jobs, fingering, slight dubcon, penetration, creampie, no protection, light choking, marking, biting, feeding, bloodplay, teasing, slight teasing
⁃ be sweet (I wanna believe in you) by @beomsight (angst, crying, mentions of insomnia, arguments, debilitating anxiety)
⁃ endorphins by @beomsight (poly! Featuring Taehyun, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, oral)
⁃ control by @beomsight ( ot5, fem!reader, subspace, voyeurism, spanking, orgasm denial, crying, manhandling, fingering, oral), attempt at double penetration (no anal), nipple play,degradation, pet names)
⁃ rush by @idollemon (best friends to lovers, dirty talk, foreplay, no actual intercourse)
⁃ boyfriend by @hyewka (sub!beomgyu, harddom!reader, degradation, slight mommy kink, overstim, dacryphilia, nipple play (m receiving), titty sucking, bed humping, praise kink, dumbification )
⁃ puppy hybrid thought by @hyewka (smut, sub!dog hybrid beomgyu, corruption kink)
⁃ yandere!beomgyu thought by @hyewka (18+, smut, toxic behaviour)
⁃ perv bestfriend!gyu thought by @hyewka (smut)
⁃ gamer!beomgyu by @cheolhub (smut)
⁃ how to get the girl by @ijhyo (college au, strangers to friends to lovers, swearing, lots of food mentions, two small mention of a creepy teacher, making out/kissing, drinking, social anxiety)
⁃ then I’ll be yours by @loveliestfelix (fluff, angst, best friends to lovers)
⁃ take me where your heart is by @loveliestfelix (fluff, some angst, friends to lovers)
⁃ movie night by @loveliestfelix (fluff)
⁃ the best thing that I got by @jjunis (some pining, fluff, college!au, best friends to lovers)
⁃ for worse and for better by @jjunis (angsty fluff, cursing, slight mention of sex, mentions of a breakup, mentions of mental and emotional struggles)
⁃ all one shots of @wildernessuntothemselves (smut mostly)
⁃ stalker!beomgyu by @clubeomgyu (Stalker!Beomgyu, Dom!Beomgyu, Psycho!Beomgyu, Possessive!Beomgyu, Sub!reader, stalking, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, drinking, jealousy, dirty talk, praise, body worship, panty kink, crying kink, overstimulation, orgasm control, forced orgasm, fingering, oral, choking, degradation)
⁃ gyu + incubus!fem reader by @clubeomgyu (intentional lowercase, vouyerism, wet dreams, masturbating)
⁃ sub!gyu & dom!reader by @clubeomgyu (Best friend AU, swearing, use of viagra, masturbation, teasing, praising, degrading)
⁃ beomgyu fingers you in public by @bb-eilish (public fingering, beomgyu cums in his pants, lingerie, changing room, pet names, established relationship, praise, cum eating, licking)
⁃ mini skirt by @gyuubear (Dacryphilia, rough sex, hair pulling, dom!beomgyu, spanking/hitting, public sex, oral, bent over, orgasm denial/edging, degradation, explicit language/pet names, choking, deepthroating, humiliation kink, creampie, MDNI)
⁃ adrenaline rush by @sugarcherriess (Dark themes, noncon, manipulation, use of force and fear, sadism, mind break, piece of shit gyu, use of toys, pussy slapping, lots of internal conflict, cream pie, cum play)
⁃ all one shots of @minnieves (smut mostly)
⁃ all one shots of @fairyofshampgyu (smut mostly)
⁃ dom!gyu x sex tapes of @bangchanswolfpelt
⁃ hey emo boy! by @koqabear (friends to lovers, fluff, smut, lots of piercings, needles, nipple piercings, snake bites and a tongue piercing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of food, cursing)
⁃ only you, darling by @koqabear (featuring yeonjun, yandere au!, cursing, mentions of food/alcohol, unrequited love, pining, possessiveness, overprotectiveness, jealousy, mc is oblivious/trusting, hacking, stalking/harassment, toxic relationships, infidelity, lying, manipulation, brief sickness, nausea, tracking, panic attacks, paranoia and anxiety , threats, arguing, violence, weapons, blood, injuries, MCD, subspace (not explicitly named), unhealthy coping mechanisms, power imbalance, recurring nightmares, hallucinations, PTSD, forced isolation, Stockholm syndrome, guilt tripping, use of collars, brief starvation, choking, guns, vomiting)
⁃ take it! by @koqabear (fluff, angst, smut, featuring Taehyun, constant teasing)
⁃ traces you left by @koqabear (hurt/comfort, Angst, MCD, implied non-verbal characters, mentions of panic attacks, grieving, coping mechanisms, mentions of weight loss/eating disorders, mentions of depression, brief mentions of suicidal thoughts, brief mentions animal death/animal surgery)
⁃ all one shots of @bugsbinnie (some are smut)
⁃ brat by @rosewould (smut, fluff, non idol au, virgin!reader, corruption kink)
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In Detail: Vincent Kingsley
TYSM for tagging me @gamyrmaiden and @matchalovertrait 😊 I loved learning more about Ben and Noemí! Now I will do this for Vincent, it's perfect to hint at some of his backstory 👀 Also you can check out the one I did last time for Bryce here!
Personal
Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty
Medical: fit / moderate / sickly? (he has congenital heart disease and has had treatments - surgery/medication. he has regular check-ups with the doctors and mostly leads a normal life) / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable
Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other
Education: qualified (law degree) / unqualified / studying / other
Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no (*important* but he's a victim of a crime. also he withheld some info from detectives during his Dad's disappearance case and has a reason behind it) / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed
Family
Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children
Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling (YET! obviously his Dad led a double life and he's only known Isaac for a few months) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased
Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable
Traits and Tendencies
extroverted / introverted /in between
disorganized / organized / in between
close minded / open-minded / in between
calm / anxious / in between
disagreeable / agreeable / in between
cautious / reckless / in between
patient / impatient / in between
outspoken / reserved / in between
leader / follower / in between
empathetic / vicious bastard / in between
optimistic / pessimistic / in between
traditional / modern / in between
hard-working / lazy / in between
cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown
loyal / disloyal / unknown
faithful / unfaithful / unknown
Beliefs
Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic
Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care
Belief in Aliens: yes/ no / don’t know / don’t care (fun fact: Charlie told him about mermaids when he was a kid 😉 he was a massive geek when he was a child/teen being into superheroes, sci-fi and all that cool stuff! now he doesn't really care ahaha)
Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious
Philosophical: yes / no
Sexuality and Romantic Inclination
Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual
Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless
Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naïve and clueless / romance suspicious
Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious
Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all
Abilities
Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none
Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor/ none
Habits
Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic
Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker
Recreational Drugs: never / quit / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict
Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess
Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater
Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic
Gambling: never / rarely (idk if it's just dramas but y'know lawyers exposing the truth/obtaining info by whatever means necessary) / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler
I will tag: @grimm-haven @stefsimz @raiiny-bay @illuminated-foxx @rebelangelsims but feel free to ignore 😊
#i think that charlie telling him about mermaids is the cutest link ever!#but vincent doesnt know its renee who said all that mermaid stuff 🤭#postcard extra#tag game#oc facts
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Gold Rush (part 6)
Benny watts x reader
Warnings: cliche tropes, the water class glass exchange was inspired by another author but I can’t find the exact quote so just know I’m not that creative
A/n: howdy darlings, I’m not too happy with this piece but I think I’m starting to find my footing again in this story so if this is well received I will make more parts so please lmk if that’s something you all are interested in. As usual be gentle with yourselves my lovelies ❤️🔥
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The rest of the cocktail hour went by without any hiccups, with Benny’s arm around the back of your chair you noticed substantially less backhanded remarks, which, while sexist, was still appreciated. Dinner is brought out in carts with silver dishes overflowing and ready to be distributed.
“You got drinks, I’ll grab us both food” you offered, already on your feet. Benny made some effort to deter you, arguing he had no problem getting the food but you only brushed him off.
“I know the drill, you don’t like raw tomatoes,capers or olives” you assured, already heading towards the growing line, he followed you anyways.
“How’d you know that?” He inquired, and you almost laughed at the question.
“We’ve been to countless of these events together, I’ve just noticed overtime” he smirked teasingly,
“You’ve been watching me, huh?” You give him a gentle jab to the ribs,
“Yeah, with judgment at your childlike pickiness” he rolls his eyes but resigns himself to your shared table
Benny POV
I sat and watched her as the line creeped along, nursing a new bottle. Usually I’d drink at these events but seeing as I’m driving (y/n)s car, which was very close to her heart, I decided to stick with non alcoholic radlers.
“Are you Benny Watts?” The voice to my right catches me by surprise, the owner of the voice even more so. A woman, tall and thin, about (y/n)s age but maybe a little older, stands before me. She has short red hair and large eyes, and is wearing a black and white shift dress. I cleared my throat awkwardly, I was used to being around (y/n) but the idea of another chess girl did make me a little uneasy.
“That’s me, who’s asking?” I lean back into my chair, opening my legs and making eye contact, looking her up and down for any sign of familiarity.
“Beth Harmon” her arms are crossed over her chest, not moving to extend a hand, so I chose not to either. “You hold the US title, correct?” I nodded my head and for a while neither of us spoke, we just sized each other up. Deciding to test my luck I lean across the table, propping my chin up with one arm.
“Come to ask anything or just look at me? I’ve been told I’m quite easy on the eyes” She doesn’t smile or blush or send back a witty remark like (y/n) would, she just narrows her eyes,
“I’m just trying to meet my competition” I raise my eyebrow and am about to ask her what makes her, unheard of by me, my competition. Before a much more familiar voice behind me speaks up.
“I got us food Ben, it was wild in there, nearly had to shank someone in the eye in order to get the last of the garlic rolls- Oh hi! I saw you earlier and meant to introduce myself. I’m (y/n) (l/n), you’re Beth, correct?” Her voice is chipper as she sets out plates down on the table, extending her arm enthusiastically to the woman next to me, who just gives her a look before nodding her head and reluctantly meeting her handshake.
“That’s correct” (y/n) smiles widely,
“You should join us for dinner, we’ve got this table to ourselves and I’d love to know more about you-“
“I’m just leaving” Beth explains quickly “I think I’m going to take my dinner up to my room, thank you though” I watch (y/n)s grin falter before quickly producing another, more artificial smile.
“Of course, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow in competition” Beth nods and responds with a noncommittal “maybe” before removing herself from the situation. (Y/n) takes the seat across from me. She had grabbed two plates full of penne with vodka sauce, complete with the garlic rolls as she had described. I give a quick thank you before diving wholeheartedly into the food, not having eaten anything since breakfast. (Y/n) follows suit but in a much less enthusiastic way and I can see the cogs turning in her head.
“She’s supposed to be really good, new to the competitive world but very serious in the sport” her eyes raise to mine “Beth” she clarifies, as if there were an abundance of women competing in the event. I nodded in thought,
“Seems like a piece of work, feisty for sure” she nods in a distracted manner and continues pushing her food around. After about 20 minutes of deliberation I finally clear my throat,
“I’m going to take my plate back” I state, standing and gathering my used silverware “Do you want anything?” I ask. She had only eaten about half of her plate but quickly pushed it towards me.
“You can take mine back as well, if you don't mind.” she answered.
“You sure?” I question, glancing between her and the half full plate “You didn’t eat much”
“Yeah, I’m sure” she confirms “I just have a bit of a headache so I don’t really feel like eating much more” I nod in response,
“Alright, how about I drop these plates and we pull an Irish exit?” I offer, immediately feeling better when her face brightens into a smile.
“Sounds like a plan to me” she agrees, finishing off her glass. I made quick work of dropping the dishes off on a cart by the door before heading back to the table where (y/n) was standing, gathering her belongings. I pull her coat off the back of her chair, helping her into it. She offers me a shy smile over her shoulder and I mindlessly rub her biceps before gathering my own coat.
The night was still young and the room was even more crowded than before, I protectively wrapped my arm around (y/n)’s back, guiding her towards the staircase, feeling a swell of pride as she subconsciously leaned into my embrace. Her hand finds the bend of my arm as we make our way down the stairs and she doesn’t make any move to release it until we’ve let out into the cold evening air. She buries her face into my sleeve, muttering something I couldn’t quite make out.
“What was that, love?” I inquire, she pulls her face off of my arm scowling into the wind.
"Said it’s cold as shit” she repeats, before curling back into my side. I chuckle, reaching a hand up to stroke her hair reassuringly.
“We’ll turn the heat all the way up in the car,” I promise “you’ll be cooked medium rare by the time we get back to base” I hear her muffled giggle and smile to myself. Give me all the national titles and championship rings in the world, none of it stroked my ego like making her laugh. I’d spent the last 8 years of my life, at least, pushing myself to be competitive in chess in large part just to have a reason to be around her. We both lived for the chase, we both reveled in the intellectual challenge that the other presented, and at the end of the day we were both hard to satisfy. I couldn’t recall either of us maintaining a relationship beyond a few months in the past couple years at least. Arriving at the car I pull open her door for her which she rolls her eyes at but offers a ‘thank you’ regardless. I slid into the driver's side and turned the key in the ignition, allowing it to idle as I cranked the heat up and leaned over the bench seat to rummage through a box left on the back seat.
“What are you doing?” she asked, having kicked off her boots and pulled her feet up on the bench, hugging her knees for warmth. I unceremoniously dumped a wool blanket over her, just as I had done a few weeks ago that rainy night of the qualifier.
“Oh, Benny…” she said, probably meaning for it to be scolding even though it came out more like a coo.
“I know you well, doll” I smirked, finally shifting the car into first gear and pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road. She scooted next to me, eliminating any space between us and I felt my breath catch in my throat. The proximity wasn’t new to us but her intentionally closing the distance made me want to hold my breath. She was much more shy in her advances and I knew any poorly placed joke could send her running, so I bit my tongue and kept my eyes on the road as if nothing had changed. She draped the blanket across both of our laps and I released my held breath. Of course there was a reason, there always is. (y/n) is a chess player, nothing if not calculated and I couldn’t allow myself to so easily forget that. But she leaned her head against my shoulder and shut her eyes.
“Thank you, Benny,” she hummed and I could feel her breath fan across my neck with each word. My skin burned where we connected, my entire right side from shoulder to thigh feeling so hot it may as well have been emitting light. I cleared my throat, keenly aware of the hot blood rising to my face.
“Don’t mention it,” I choke out. The closeness was one thing when we were both half awake and my body simply functioned to warm hers, but there was no reason to write this off as, no simple justification for her mouth to be so close to my jugular, for her legs to be pressed against mine. The car was warm, and getting warmer by the second, there were no misogynists to scare away from our table. It was just us in this vacuum and I drive forever if that’s what kept us here. The drive didn’t last forever, unfortunately and soon enough I was pulling into that long gravel driveway. The rattling of the car pulled (y/n) from her nap which she groaned in annoyance at, sitting up and stretching her arms behind her head. The movement relieved me of her contact, and although between her touch and the thick wool blanket covering us both I had been practically cooking alive, I felt cold without her almost instantly, as if she had taken all of our shared warmth with her. I shifted the car into neutral, pulling up the hand brake and turning off the ignition before turning to her. She looked warm, her cheeks slightly flushed, soft hair tangled around her face like sunbeams. She was like the sun and I was lucky enough to be basking in her light. She catches my gaze, quirking an eyebrow in question but I just look away and clear my throat. During the course of the drive back from town the sun had completely set, so after we both exited the car I linked our hands together as we squinted through the darkness towards the shadow-hidden cabin doing our best not to trip on rocks and fallen branches. After making it successfully up the porch steps I shoulder open the door and feel along the walls until I find the light switch which, when flipped, illuminates the dull yellow overhead lamp. I pull off my jacket and hang it along with the keys to the car by the door. (y/n) strides past me with a determined gait towards the bedroom and I hear a muffled “umph” accompanied by the whine of the old box spring letting me know she had found her destination. I lock the door behind me before heading towards the bedroom as well.
The room was still dark, only the faint yellow glow of the living room casting any light into the cold room. I begin searching through the drawers where I had unpacked my clothes the previous day in search of something warm but comfortable to sleep in.
“Benny?” comes a muffled voice from behind me. I see (y/n) cocooned in blankets with only her eyes and above visible peering through the darkness at me.
“Yes?” I answer, pulling two sets of fleece lined flannels and baggy sweats from the dresser.
“Could you grab me a glass of water?” She squeaks out.
“Yeah, here’s a set of warmer clothes if you want” I offer, dropping them beside her on the bed before heading to the kitchen. The water sputtered in the tap before finally evening out. I made quick work of washing two of the glasses in the cabinet just to be safe before filling them both and heading back towards our shared room. Upon pushing the door open I found (y/n) in a similar position as before, curled up on her side of the bed, but she was now wearing the sweater I had left her. She offered me a tired smile as I sat down on the edge of the bed beside her, handing her the glass. She took only a small sip before placing it nearly untouched on her nightstand, turning her attention back to me. Her eyelids were heavy as she looked up at me through her lashes. Reaching out she ran her hand over one of mine, grasping it in my lap.
“Do you remember asking your mum or dad for a water before bed?” She asked, shutting her eyes now.
“I do,” I confirmed, reaching my spare hand up to mindlessly brush the loose hair from her face.
“Do you remember how you hardly even wanted the water,” she nearly whispered, my hand stilled across her forehead “You just wanted the hand attached to the water, and the arm and the body”. Her eyes were squinted tightly shut as if she could convince herself she was saying it to no one if she didn’t have to look at me. As if her grip around my hand hadn’t tightened as if afraid I would pull away. I wouldn’t.
“I do,” I said simply, resuming the brushing of my hand across her hair. This time cupping her cheek and brushing my thumb over her eyelashes. She takes the invitation to open her eyes, and she smiles.
“Thank you, Benny” it's so quiet I almost miss it when she says it. I smile in return, pulling my hand from her slightly liquor flushed cheek.
“Anything for you, dollface” I return. Grabbing my own set of clothes and heading to the bathroom to change. When I return she’s already asleep beneath the mound of blankets and quilts. I slip into bed on her opposite side, managing to dislodge one blanket that would just have to be enough to get me through the night. The house had warmed noticeably from running the heater throughout the day but it still didn’t do much to keep the night cold from creeping in. I lay on my back, closing my eyes and feeling sleep start to take over only for it to be chased away by a weight covering me. I opened my eyes to find (y/n) had slung her body over mine, hand finding a fistful of my shirt as she curled her face into the crook of my neck. Her breathing hadn’t changed, her body had sought mine out in her sleep. I smiled and pulled the mound of blankets over us, creating an envelope of warmth. The wind whistled violently outside but we may as well have been camping on the sun.
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~favs~
Thanks for tagging me @katareyoudrilling! this is a fun one but was sort of difficult! I'm also incapable of choosing one favorite anything, apparently.
Favorite Painter - I don't know about a favorite painter but I have two favorite paintings: Whirlwind 1906 by Filipp Malyavin and The Demon (Seated) by Mikhail Vrubel (both links to the Tretyakov Gallery website). They're both enormous, they take up like entire walls. It's really something to experience them. Maybe that's what I like. The first time I saw Whirlwind I had to sit down.
Favorite Writer - Tamsyn Muir, Guy Gavriel Kay, Maggie Stiefvater, Ngozi Ukazu, Ijeoma Oluo, Ben Aaronovitch
Favorite Band - Say Anything, Brandi Carlile
Favorite Meal and Drink -
Non-alcoholic drink: well-brewed unsweetened iced tea
Alcoholic drink: gin and tonic
Meal: khinkali (Georgian soup dumplings) and khachapuri or shrimp and grits
Favorite Outfit aesthetic - I like to be comfortable and I also like flowers (as you've probably guessed, based on my blog). I wear a lot of jeans or like, linen pants with more colorful shirts (or graphic t-shirts). We're about to hit shorts season and it's almost time for me to live in linen shorts again 🎉
Favorite Singer - Brandi Carlile, Steve Nicks, Michael and Tonya Trotter (of The War and Treaty), Beyoncé... I could probably list more lol
Favorite Item I own/possession - my sewing machine maybe? it's not that fancy. or my tap board 🕺🏻
Favorite Perfume - not really a perfume person but I like fresh, floral scents!
np tags: @kedsandtubesocks @beardedjoel @jupiter-soups @futuraa-free @gasolinerainbowpuddles @janaispunk @mermaidgirl30 @dancingtotuyo @undercoverpena @goodwithcheese @trulybetty @rebel-held @rhoorl @huffle-punk @penvisions
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Loui Plays Skyrim
random notes/cliffs/tidbits/moments from Lou Plays Skyrim (Please note I was watching this while I was also at work so there could be some funny or important or noteworthy moments that i’ve missed. this was just things that i found interesting. also at the start it was hard to decipher exactly when Ben was speaking as himself or as Loui but nonetheless here we go)
- True Neutral
-has got nothing against New Jersey
-thinks the Midwest is all just one state but is able to separate them enough to know he’s not scared of Ohio and that Wisconsin can pack alcohol down
-the cold in Ohio does scare him a bit
-”You’re telling me I can pickpocket da clothes off dis guy? Geaux Tigahs.”
-PA wants to fight all the time and is always yelling and Loui thinks he’s kinda of a weird one for wanting them to call him “pa”
-Loui likes drinking with Texas because it’s real easy to mess with him (lightweight/clumsy drunk Texas confirmed??)
-California is the biggest gamer of the states
-France is his dad (my hc in having Loui’s mom being the non-personification has never been so validated before as it is now)
-not directly about Loui but the Loui character in Skyrim has black eyes with gold around the center to keep the Saints aesthetic and you best believe that is now my headcanon eye appearance for Louisiana.
#welcome to the table#ben is good at video games btw and the npcs in skyrim always be saying the funniest shit#wttsh
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Square: B2 - Free Space
Title: Close To Me Always
Rating: G
Word Count: 1544
Ship(s): Hankcon
Warnings: Major Character Death
Additional Tags: Grief, Mourning, Angst
Summary: Hank returns home from a party and puts on the last record Connor had been listening to.
Link, if full work is posted elsewhere: As above. Full work below the cut! @hankcon-bingo
The door opened out to the house the way it always did. It had felt different these last few months. The air seemed thick, and it wrapped around Hank like a blanket. He dropped his keys on the side and shrugged off his jacket. After the chatter of the party the silence that enveloped him was deafening.
His legs didn't want to move, but he pushed on anyway towards the kitchen. There were two bottles of thirium in the fridge. Hank stared at them, and then selected the lone bottle of non-alcoholic beer. He had whiskey on top of the cupboard, but he didn't want to start drinking that right now. He'd promised he wouldn't.
It hadn't been a bad party, it had just been a lot. Fowler, Ben, Chris, they'd all come. So had Tina, and Gavin. Some of the new recruits at the DPD had come too, even though Hank hadn't really got to know many of them. He'd been worried it would be weird, seeing four different Connors in the same room, but the more Hank had spoken to them the more he'd realised he could tell them apart. Not just from his Connor, but from each other, too.
Kyle worked in forensics, where that million dollar mouth was put to good use. Casey was a family liaison officer, specialising in working with child victims. Clark had worn his beat cop uniform, and kept his head down as he'd shaken Hank's hand and spoken to him. They'd all had different interests, and taken different roads. They were real people, just like Connor, and talking to them had set off an aching warmth in Hank's chest that was still there now.
He unscrewed the top off his beer and set it on the coffee table as he went to the record player. Connor had been fascinated with the simplicity of it. No motherboard, no fancy programming, just a disc of plastic with grooves and notches that only Connor's eyes were able to see properly, and a needle. Put them together and Duke Ellington began to serenade you from across the bounds of time.
He never had been able to get Connor into heavy metal. Connor had conceded to liking rock, in the end, and a disgusting selection of modern and old pop, but they'd found common ground in jazz. Connor had fallen in love with the voices of Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald and Miles Davis; people with real soul, and real pain and love to sing about.
Hank dropped the needle onto the record already loaded; the last thing Connor had been listening to. The speakers hissed and crackled in that familiar, warm way before light, tinkling notes began and Hank's throat locked up. He closed his eyes. Billie Holiday began to sing in that sweet warble, “I'll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places.” Hank moved his lips to the words, but his throat was too tight to sing with her.
He'd danced with Connor to this when they'd first sorted their shit out. They'd danced around this lounge, turning in slow, swaying circles to the beat of the music. Connor had been firm and solid in Hank's arms, his feet steady but his body stiff as Hank tried to get him to relax and loosen up. He'd smelled of laundry soap and warm plastic. Hank had realised he didn't hate it. He didn't hate the way Connor was firmer under his fingers than real flesh, either, or the way his kisses tasted like frenching a bottle of water.
He'd wasted so much time they could have had together. It had taken Hank too long to admit his fondness for Connor went deeper than friendship, and Connor... Connor had been very Connor about it. Pragmatic, analytical, and a teasing, smartassed little bastard through and through.
”I already know,” he'd said, to Hank's awkward, stammered admission that he cared about him. “Your heart rate spikes by seventeen beats per minute every time you look at me. I was waiting to see how long you'd let it go on for.”
Hank laughed as the memory flooded through him. They'd done dates to museums, and art galleries, and Hank had been delighted to find that Connor hated modern art as much as he did. Connor didn't get it, and neither did Hank, and they'd bonded over their mutual confusion about the point of Jackson Pollock.
But jazz music was a common ground. At the end of a long day Connor would come home from his work with Markus, fighting for android rights, and into Hank's arms, and the soft, crackling notes of Charlie 'Bird' Parker on the record player. Hank had retired not long after the revolution, although he'd consulted for Jericho and worked as one of their official advocates for a few years for any android in legal trouble, but Connor had gone on working.
Plastic doesn't degrade like human bodies do. He hadn't aged the way Hank had. His face hadn't developed extra lines, his hair hadn't turned grey.
He shouldn't have gone first. That wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. Connor was supposed to be young and beautiful forever.
The first time Connor had crashed he'd been at work. Markus had insisted he see a tech, and called Hank to ensure Connor did.
Hank had known from the tech's face that something was very wrong long before he'd heard the words. They'd all been technobabble to him. Overloaded nodes and cascading failures. None of it made sense, but the tech's words had the weight of a cancer diagnosis.
“But he's an android,” Hank had pointed out, “you can fix it.”
“They can't.” Connor's voice had been so flat and leaden. Hank's heart had torn in two at the sound of it. Even before he was deviant Connor had never sounded so robotic.
“We can't go in and alter the programming of a deviant android without--” the tech began to explain, his expression pained. He was an android, but he couldn't hide what he was thinking.
“It would kill me, faster than the errors will,” Connor said. So pragmatic and analytical, and completely, hopelessly resigned.
Hank's entire world had begun to crumble. It hadn't stopped. Piece by piece the steady floor beneath Hank's life had given way. “So what happens now?”
“You'll keep experiencing errors. Regular resets will help, but...”
“The shutdowns will get more frequent and one day I won't come back online.”
They'd driven home in silence, Connor's LED that he'd never removed spinning a mournful, warning red the entire way. Connor had walked into the house first, his stubborn dignity stuffed all the way up his ass to keep his spine ramrod straight.
When Hank had closed the door he'd collapsed into Hank's arms. They'd both cried, loud, ugly, messy sobs on the sofa until there was nothing left, and then they'd stayed, and held each other. Hank hadn't wanted to sleep, hadn't wanted to miss one second of his remaining time with Connor.
Connor wasn't the first. He wouldn't be the last. Android dementia they were calling it. Hank didn't understand how it worked, exactly. Connor had explained it as being similar to how a standard computer gets slower with age. Standard wear and tear means that it starts to overheat, and bits fail, and updates don't work as they should, and you start seeing bluescreen errors.
But you could wipe a computer. Add memory. Replace parts. Remove faulty programs.
Androids were people. Connor was a person. And people died.
Hank's vision was blurred when he opened his eyes. The wooden box with Sumo's ashes sat on the fireplace. The only other time Hank had ever seen Connor cry had been when it had been Sumo's time to go. It had been Connor that wanted to keep the ashes, so Hank had forked out and had the big lug cremated, and Connor had picked the box, and years later he was still here, nestled among the photographs and knick knacks that proved Connor had been here too.
He caught Connor speaking to him, sometimes, his hand on top of the box. He never did it when he thought Hank was watching, but Hank had caught him anyway, more than once.
“I promise I'm taking care of him,” Connor whispered, his voice as soft and fond as if Sumo was actually there.
“You know,” Hank had interrupted, and Connor had turned, sharply, looking both embarrassed and defiant, “even when he was alive he couldn't understand you when you spoke to him.”
Connor had smiled, that gentle, enigmatic, lopsided smile that wormed its way under Hank's skin and into his heart every time. “I think he understood my feelings, if not my words.”
Hank set the small box containing Connor's LED on top of Sumo's ashes. His throat cracked. They couldn't cremate androids. Couldn't bury them, either. Connor had willed his functioning parts to be used for repairs for others that couldn't afford new. Somewhere out there would be another android with Connor's heart beating in their chest, walking around now because of him. The LED was all Hank had left.
“I hope you're taking care of him up there,” he croaked, and then sobbed.
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🍍🙄💗🍸🎬🍽️🍦for the random ask game please! Have a nice day!
Thanks anon, I'm hoping for a nice day but we never know when I'm living here 🤡🤡🤡
🍍 Does pineapple belong on pizza?
Absolutely NOT, hot fruit does not belong anywhere near pizza
🙄 What character from a movie/tv show/book etc. do you think was most like teenage you?
I would absolutely love to sit here and say someone cool like Beca Mitchell or even Velma from Scooby Doo, but I was probably a weird hybrid of Charles Boyle and Monica Geller and not in a good way dfkgjlkdfjgd
💗 What's your love language?
I'm not sure, I would probably say acts of service?? Food is my love language tbh, if I cook for you it's because I want you to feel cared for
🍸 What's your go-to drink?
Non-alcoholic is tea or Coke
Alcoholic is probably a rum and coke?? I don't really drink a lot tbh 🤷🏻
🎬 What's your favorite animated movie?
🍽 What's your favorite dish from your state/country?
Oh British food... yay... 😂😂 I'd say lately that it's Corned Beef Hash because it's cold out and it's super warming (and also tasty)
🍦What's your favorite ice cream flavor? Do you add toppings?
Ben & Jerrys Chocolate Fudge Brownie 😋
Random Ask Game
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That's Electric
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5as7pE6
by Anonymous
It’s Rey Palpatine’s seventeenth birthday. Ben Solo wants to give her something special.
Words: 2772, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage
Categories: F/M
Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rose Tico, Kaydel Ko Connix
Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren
Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Ben and Rey are 17, Birthday, Birthday Sex, lol, Penis In Vagina Sex, Oral Sex, Underage Drinking, alcohol use, Loss of Virginity, Unsafe Sex
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5as7pE6
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Ben's overdose's due not only to an important drug intake but also to the alcohol he's drinking, the smoking, the sleep deprivation and non-eating. His system just couldn't take more. It's not... Took kg of many drugs at once. It was the consequence of the days and weeks leading up to it. And also the fact he didn't use drugs before. He went from 0 drugs to a whole lot of drugs quickly.
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AU Thursday: A Smattering of Random Valicer Headcanons
Mostly relating to the standard Modern AU, of course, but the more general ones could apply to any iteration:
-->You know how I have January 8th as “Smiler’s Creation Date” on the Valice( r) Calendar? Well, in thinking of what I wanted to do for it in the shower a couple of days ago, I referred to it as “Smiler’s birthday,” corrected myself with “no, wait, Smiler’s birthdate is the opening date of the coaster, May 31st” --
And then remembered “my human Smiler is ADOPTED -- maybe that’s their adoption day?”
So yeah -- Smiler’s actual birthday is 5/31, but the Altons have another little celebration on 1/8 because that’s when the paperwork all became official and Smiler was fully and legally their kid. Smiler was actually sad when they first learned that other kids just get the ONE birthday.
-->Smiler has a real talent for mixing drinks, both alcoholic and non -- they just seem to have a knack for eyeballing measurements and knowing how much stirring is enough. Any party they throw, they play bartender and knock their guests’ socks off.
-->Related to the above, Smiler’s job while attending college is as a barista in a coffee shop, where they develop a reputation for somehow getting even the most complicated order perfect. They like it when people’s faces light up after having one of their drinks! (Though that does make the “Karens” stand out even more, sadly. . .like this one couple who came in, the wife with a really complicated order that she kept criticizing them on as they tried to make it, and the husband with a simpler order that he refused to leave a tip on, saying it was unnecessary. . .guess how Smiler first met Victor’s parents.)
-->In keeping with the tech theme of the actual coaster, I’ve decided that Smiler, like Victor, enjoys building little robots from kits! They generally do more complicated projects than Victor does, though (hell, maybe they’ve done a mini-toy-like take on the Marmalizer, jokingly calling it their “brainwashing bot”), and they’re better at learning code and programming them. They’re also decent with HTML, as evidenced by the fact that, you know, they have a website with videos and suchlike. :p
-->Victor, for his part, gets into repairing and modifying things -- he finds he enjoys learning how things work and how to fix them, or make them work better, or even just look cooler. And he becomes a “right to repair” advocate after he discovers just how fiddly fixing electronics in this day and age can be, and how expensive it is for most people to replace them.
-->Constantly sending them to practice yoga in Sims 4 when I wasn’t sure what else to do with them has cemented in my head that Smiler just does yoga in general! In that same “crop top and short shorts” outfit that they so often wear as a Sim. Victor finds it very distracting. XD
-->Also, as mentioned in the tags of another post, I’ve recently realized that Smiler’s favorite animal is frogs! Probably as a result of all the breeding and collecting I had them do in Sims 4. They just think they’re neat. :) They also like dragonflies too.
-->Some new food headcanons for the trio -- all of their favorite fruits are also involved in their favorite desserts! Victor likes apples, and absolutely loves a good apple pie; Alice favors strawberries, and really enjoys a strawberry cake; and Smiler likes bananas, and will devour a banana split (they also like bananas foster). I think “chocolate cake” would rank as a second-favorite dessert for all of them though -- and I can see them working their way together through one of those big old “bucket” sundaes you can get at Ben & Jerry’s. (Though that would probably best be handled with the help of Victoria and Emily, and/or Oblivion, Th13teen, Rita, and Galactica. . .probably be a good date idea for the Running Headlong Into The Bullshit mega-polycule too XD)
-->As hinted at in the Christmas headcanons post, I’m tempted to have Alice pick up her father’s love of photography to capture special moments. It seems a fun way to carry on the family legacy! Though, yeah, this is something a modern Alice would be more keen on than a Victorian Alice for sure -- less dangerous chemical bullshit going on!
-->This one is a headcanon-in-progress -- part of me feels like Smiler should have or get a tattoo, but I’m not sure where or what. Something fun and colorful, sure, but beyond that. . .I’ve experimented with adding a tattoo in Sims 4′s CAS to my Smiler Always, but nothing really looked right. (Possibly because all of them are tied to such specific parts of the body -- I’d really like it if you could move certain tattoos to different locations!) Hmmm. We’ll see if this one goes anywhere as a result!
#headcanon#headcanons#valicer#victor van dort#alice liddell#smiler alton#the smiler#just a bunch of random headcanons that have popped into my head from various sources as of late!#as you can see a few of these are Sims-related#which isn't a surprise as Smiler's whole appearance comes from me designing them as a Sim#the 'fruit desserts' headcanon thing resulted from some DM roleplay I was doing with Nebby#where her character was grilling the elder Van Dorts on how much they ACTUALLY KNEW about their son#and when I confirmed Victor likes apples and thus likes apple pie#it was like I could FEEL Victor's eyes lighting up#combine that with my already-established 'Alice likes strawberries and cake'#and 'Smiler likes bananas and banana splits'#and yeah XD#just amused me#Victor being a repair guy is again something from his Fallout 4 self I'd like to generalize a bit more#I mean FO4 Sole Survivor Victor is THE tech guy out of the group#but I like the idea of Victor fiddling around with toy robots#and figuring out how to repair stuff#he seems like a guy who enjoys doing stuff with his hands#hence why he's the 'handy' one in my Sims game :p#queued
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I found the source Ben Crawford’s vocal problem in his AMA. The dude drinks too much. I would like to point out that Ramin Karimloo is know to like a good tequila or whiskey but lately he’s been posting that he’s switched over to non-alcoholic beer. These post also happened not too long after he talked about how Funny Girl has been straining his voice. I can’t help but wonder if the two are connected. And I can’t help but see one of them actually did something to help the situation and completely cut out the drinking.
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Tag Game
I was tagged by the lovely @wishful-soda 🫶❤️
Rules:
tag the people you want to get to know better
Favorite time of year?
Defenitely autumn. The weather is not too cold and not too warm, its longer dark outside and, most importantly, my birthday is in autumn😂
Comfort food?
Euuhhhmm, I’d say pizza. Although, it does change throughout the weeks.
Do you collect anything?
It may sound cheesy, but I love to collect memories. Just standing on the top of a castle, overlooking the city and making sort of a picture in your head and saving what and how you feel at that exact moment.
I also collect all the crafts my little cousin makes me.
Favorite drink?
Alcoholic: Just beer (preferably Grolsch) although I also love a good cocktail (Red Daiquiri/Mojito/ Rum and Coke)
Non alcoholic: Ice tea on the rocks or mint water
Favorite song/artist?
Gosh this is difficult, it changes for every mood I’m in, but overall are: Alec Benjamin, Dean Lewis, New Rules, Kygo, Antoon and Nathan Evans my favorite of the moment.
Current favorite songs?
- Goodlife ~ The Cool Quest
- I ain’t worried ~ OneRepublic
- Ik ben kachel ~ OBZ
- Hard to say goodbye ~ RONDÉ
- Glory (From the motion picture Selma) ~ Common & John Legend
(also, I have 25 public playlist (for every mood something), so if you want to check me out in Spotify, send me a message so I can give you my username)
Facorite fics of mine?
Of mine? I only have 1 fanfic published and it’s not even finished yet so I can’t really say that one is my favorite since it’s my only one 😂😂
i’m tagging:
@artemisalilianvesta @rigt1998 @internetgremlin @merlia35 @melinaav0 @hockey-z9
Also, tagged people, I’d love to get to know you better so IF you choose to reply, please tag me😊
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Ben-zí Black (Neon Villan OC)
GENERAL
Name/Aliases: Ben-zí Black, Shadowman (Nickname), Ghost (Scaredy People), Baby (Her Girlfriend)
Age: 19
Birthday: January 10
Gender: Male ♂️
Place of Birth: Beijing/Hong Kong
Species: Neon Human
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality: Chinese
Country: Republic of China
Ethnicity: Southeast Asian
Color: Black “000000”
Language: “Mandarin”Chinese/English
Object/Weapon: Some kind of darkness powerful claw weapons and some tools for tattoos
Personality Type: ISFP
Alignment: Evil (Main Antagonist)
Food/Drink: Black Licorice, Dark Chocolate, Seaweed Foods, Black Lemonade, Non-Alcohol Drinks, Black Olives, Seafood, Chicken, and Blackberries
Body Type: Rectangle
Occupation: Tattoo Artist
Weakness: Light, Fire, Lightning, and Beam
Status: Deceased
Element/Power: Dark
Animals: Lion, Vulture, Black Mamba, Giant Salamander, Tuna, and Scorpion.
Emblem Shape: Tower
Emotion: Sinister
Super Abilities: Levitation, Manipulation, Earth Teleportation, Possessing, Color-Shifting, Transformation, and Shapeshifting.
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 73-89 kg
EXTRAS
Like: Suffering People, Losing their colors. Sabotaging, Saving her Rejects, Winning, Vulnerable Things, and Aggressive Animals.
Dislike: Rejections, Failing, Betrayal, Lying, Losing life, and Dumbest People.
Crime: Murder, Torture, Possessing, Curse, Ambushing, Fraud, Traumatizing People, People Endangerment, Theifs, and Kidnapping.
Hobbies: Gothic, Mysterious Things, Occult Stuffs, Oddities, and Dark Cultures.
Club/Group: The Monochromers
Spouse: Bingwen Black (his Dad), Bojing Black, (His Older Brother) Baozhai Black (Mom), and Bi-yung Black. (His Older Sister)
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Physical Strength: 1.25xBW
Friends/Allies: Gavin and Grant Gray, Willow White
Enemies/Rivals: Rafael Red, Yandel Yellow, Gaku Green, Brody Blue, Cindy Cyan, Oscar Orange, Priscilla Purple, and Penny Pink
Love Interest/Crush: Willow White
Flower Sign: Black Tacca
Gemstone Sign: Onyx/Black Pearl
Zodiac: Capricorn
VOICE SOUNDED TONE:
Punkish, Powerful, and Bright.
APPEARANCE:
Ben-zí has so many gothic looks on him. He wears long black shiny boots with a dark gray hardcover-sole and has a Tower shape emblem on them. His jewelries are black like his tower-shaped earrings and Pearl-beaded necklace with tower-shaped pendant around it's dark elegant tailed coat collar. His belt has the Tower-shaped cutted onyx on it. His whole DNA is black. Except for his pale skin tone. He have black eyes with white tower pupils. His long length hair and bangs are black. Including Blood, Mouth, Toenails, Fingernails, Eyebrows, and Body fluids wastes.
DESCRIPTION:
When he was a 10 year old boy, he wanted to make some friends that are colorful and with his monochrome kinds of people and allies. But to his family, they are really busy taking care of their business lives and jobs while his parents are wanting him to have fun alone like things today. So he went back to bed. After 6 weeks he already started making friends that are colorful after his parents just accepted him. But something went wrong, His colorful friends
are started to become mean and use him the whole time. He was deeply heartbroken at his school, church, and even his community service for kids. So he ran away to his home. And he speaks directly toward his parents seriously and his family is deeply shocked about his life and passion. Ben-zi has already turned 16 years old after 6 years. So his parents give him a special surprise for his revenge. The package has a strange address from its location. Since his opening it, it is a Black Onyx that is shaped like a Tower-cutted along with his little body guard species named “Towergram '' which is his Shapie. Ben-zi and his whole family started to become antagonists along with the other ancestors. So the colorful people would mess with him and his ally again. This is where the story ends.
PERSONALITY:
Sarcastic, Sinister, Obnoxious, Strict, Mischievous, Greedy, and Doubtful.
TRIVIA/STORY:
I was inspired by some other villains from other shows. And I'm also inspired of "Big Wolf" more like (惠泰莱) is one of the reason that I made Ben-zí Black. Normally, the color Black made me believe is an evil or reject color because of the darkness like shadows and more. And I was inspired by Caramelangel714's creation. That's why I give him the dark element.
GALLERY:
N/A soon
#anime#cartoon#illustration#digital art#original artwork#originalcharacter#neonwondercrew#oc reference#villain oc#neonwondercrewvillian#original character#original art
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