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nevernonline · 6 months

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hihi! its the anon that requested the 14th member in another gg and performing a sexy concept!! i loved the ones u wrote recently and i was hoping (pls dont feel pressured to do it!!) of u could continue with the rest of the members. ur writing is so nice btw🫶

bubu, hi!! yes, ofc!! it's sort of long bc im insane, but thank u sm. ily. (srry this took so long lmao?) 🖤☘️

svt reactions to member and their gg and their sexy debut concept (cont.):

wonwoo:

Wonwoo was always somewhat of a protector for you. He took it upon himself to shield you from the bad side of being an idol. Comments, questions, people trying to get in your pants. It’s common for a female idol to be burned in the spotlight, especially when they’re around 13 guys a lot of the time. Between dating rumors, fans' assumptions that you HAD to be hooking up with at least one of them, he always shut it down even before you or the company had the opportunity to do so. The night of your debut showcase the company threw a small album release party, family only which included a lot of the members from various groups between pledis and hybe. Your group's videos and concept were plastered playing on the large LED display, which was catching the eyes of some male company staffers and idols. Wonwoo was sitting across the room from you, watching as people praised your hard work and talent. He didn’t think much of it until someone asked him if they thought you’d give them your cell phone number so they could ask you on a date. He wanted to tell them no for you, but figured you should be able to fight that battle yourself so instead he beat him to it. A text pinged in your phone from Wonwoo telling you to meet him outside on the patio just so he can congratulate you, instead of just asking you out himself. Not just as friends, but much more.

jihoon:

When your team manager and the ceo sat jihoon down for a conversation, he definitely did not expect to be asked to help produce a song you wrote for your new group's debut ep. He would have done it in a heartbeat even without the company’s executives praising him and ready to bed for his music expertise. He was always willing to work and help out a friend. When the day came and you stepped into his sacred studio space, he was nowhere to be found, you’ve been in the light colored room often, but never alone. You took your time getting comfortable on his couch, playing with your phone while you awaited the arrival of your close friend. When the door alarm buzzed and unlocked, revealing Jihoon and his arms full of snacks and sodas for you both to enjoy. “Sorry I'm late, I tried to text you but I left my phone in here before stepping out.” “No worries, Hoonie. Is it just us then?” “Yeah, everyone’s a little busy today. That’s cool?” “Obviously. So before we get started should I tell you the concept?” “That would be helpful, y/n.” Jihoon was always a jokester especially with you, it was easy to play around with him. “So, well, okay. It’s basically a song about seducing someone, we’re trying a sexy siren concept.” Taken a back slightly, Jihoon couldn’t recall ever having to be sexy or seductive in a concept before, even as trainee’s when the company had you do battle of the sexes. “Do you have some lyrics?” “Yeah, here.” ‘Fear not my temptation, but deliver me from the thoughts in my own head. Using my voice, I’ll promise to make these boys wind up dead.’ “So you’re basically using boys as playthings and then killing them, praying mantis style?” “Basically, yes.” “Want to hop into the booth and try some stuff?” Hopping up from his couch and placing the heavy black headphones on your ears, a sultry piano and bass riff played. You sang the lyrics both you and Jihoon were coming up with on the spot, not realizing the way you were swaying under the pink lighting of his booth. Touching your body slightly, getting into the groove of the song. “Uh, y/n?” “Yeah?” “Can you stop moving like that? I mean I like it, but it’s a little distracting.” “Oh my god, sorry I didn’t even know I was doing that.” “You’re lucky you’re cute.” “So the seduction of the song is working, is what you’re saying though?” “A little too well.”

seokmin:

Seokmin was the most supportive friend you could ever ask for. He wasn’t shy to tell you how amazing you did while performing or how beautiful you looked in and out of your stage costumes. When he took his seat next to the rest of the boys in the glass box of the arena for your debut showcase. He wore the merchandise and clung onto the picket with your face on it out of anticipation to actually get the opportunity to watch you perform without him. As soon as the lights went down on the stage, the crowd began cheering your fan chant, he studied their words and joined in himself, forcing the rest of your team to do the same. The pitch black room filled with screams made his heart pound fast. Why was he so nervous? You came into his view, the bright stage lights bouncing off of your glowing frame, he noticed your smile as the song began to play. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, he watched your interactions with the rest of the girls, the fans, and even the sneaky look up to him. He truly felt like your fan girl, singing along with you, dancing the choreography, and shouting your name louder than anybody in the room. The rest of the members tried to get his attention, but he was so intoxicated by watching you that he didn’t hear them. His fixated gaze on you had others watching him watch you. When it was all finally over, Seokmin couldn’t leave his seat for a good five minutes, his heart was beating faster than it should. The guys pulled him backstage to congratulate you. His hands were sweating now, pulling up to your door. Seeing you open it, now in a matching gray sweatsuit, halfway done with taking your makeup off. You hugged the various members and saved Seokmin for last. Whispering in his ear how grateful you were for him. The rest of the guys sat around teasing your biggest fan, laughing at the videos they took as he watched you. You caught a glimpse of his face, a pretend smile clearly embarrassed for the things they were saying. “Okay, guys I’ll meet you at the restaurant. I’m going to take a shower and I’ll be there soon.” With various goodbyes and see you laters you tugged Seokmin back into the room. “Wait. Hold on, mister. You okay?” “Yes, I’m good. I’ll see you at the restaurant, y/n. Good job.” “Stop it. I could tell you were embarrassed by them. Why?” “Not exactly, I guess I should’ve been more careful how I was reacting out there with all your fans. If they have those videos then someone else does too. I’m sorry.” “Why are you sorry? Those are the sweetest videos ever. You looked so happy, Seok.” “I feel like I embarrassed you or something.” “You? You could never embarrass me. I love you. Wait here? Come to the restaurant with me.” “ I’ll wait for you always.” “Good. Let’s keep it that way.” And with a peck on Seokmin cheek, you both spent the night reading all the comments about how sweet his support for you was.

mingyu:

Mingyu got the opportunity to be a special MC for the week of your group's new debut, meaning he would get many opportunities to see you and your friends in action on stage and interview you during the broadcast. When the time finally came and you were waiting for your interview he was prompted by the producer to take the side of the interview stage next to you, simply because fans would love it. Watching you parade onto the stage in your small denim shorts and corset top adorned with black ribbons and lace, made Mingyu’s heart swell. The way your newly blonde hair cascaded down your exploded back was distracting him from his duties as host, just up until the slate came into his view. “Hello, everyone, welcome back we’re here celebrating a new debut today, please welcome Spice. Hello hello.” Claps rung through the studio as your eyes linger on Mingyu’s exposed fangs. “Mingyu, what is it like seeing y/n up here with a group other than Seventeen? Jealousy? Happiness?” Jungwoo’s comments made the rest of your team giggle, watching the over six foot man still tower over you while you stood on the riser next to him. “Jealousy, for sure” “And y/n or the rest of spice how do you girls feel having a self proclaimed kpop fossil in your midst, how are you dealing with her ex-members? Are they in your business all the time? Do they offer advice?” “Well, I know Mingyu’s lying when he says he’s jealous. He actually texted me last night and told me he was proud of me and excited I’m out of his hair now.” Your members agreed with you, stating they saw the text too while you were all preparing for your showcase. “That’s not true. The pride was, but we miss having y/n around to keep us in check.” “Okay, Spice members, we wanted a sneak peak of your debut stage for your song ‘Red Lips’ which one of you would like to give us a little tutorial on the choreography and an intro to the song?” Unanimously your members chose their leader, you to give the two boys a sneak preview of your new track. “Spice’s famous leader y/n, let’s go. Music Queue.” You began the point dance by squatting, tracking your movements with your hands up your body, before spinning your frame around so your back was facing the camera with your hurt in full display. When the clip ended Mingyu put his large frame in front of you so the camera couldn’t hold the shot too long, protecting the last of the innocence you once had when he met you. When your interview was finally over you and Mingyu ended it with a tight hug where he picked you up off your feet that was caught on camera. Safe to say the internet shippers went wild for a long time after that.

minghao:

Minghao was doing an interview for a fashion magazine alongside the other 97’ members where they were being asked about some of their favorite things. Mingyu brought up your group's new song ‘Pure’ and Seokmin brought up how beautiful the music video was, both of them talking over each other about how fun the song is, and how it makes them feel excited when they work out. Minghao was just sitting nodding along, non-verbally agreeing that your group had some of the best new music in the industry and that you’ll be the next breakout idol group. The interviewer then asked other than the newest song by you, which song was their favorite, just keeping the conversation going. Mingyu still answered ‘Pure,’ Seokmin said it was the ballad of your album called ‘Skeletons.’ And Minghao said your first title track, ‘All Over.’ Which was actually banned in many schools for being too addictive, mainly due to the content of the video or maybe the explicit lyrics. When he was asked to elaborate he just simply said that he loves when people feel confident enough in themselves to do whatever they want. The clip was circling the internet, making silly jokes about how maybe Minghao sits around, watching you do scandalous moments for his own pleasure. Which was far from the truth, but he didn’t mind. Getting the opportunity to perform at the same time as you on a music show meant he would get to see the song live for the first time. He watched your group parade around the stage in small skirts and button down tops, imagining himself doing the partner choreography with you instead of the dancer you got assigned. When it was finished you came off the stage, right into his view. “Better in person?” “Maybe. I don’t think you're very into your dance partner though, no chemistry.” “Really? He’s cool and not bad on the eyes, but yeah he’s not very interesting. Kind of a wet blanket actually.” “A wet blanket?” “Yeah, you know no substance. Soggy, whatever.” “Maybe you should ask to swap to someone else?” “No, it’s alright. He did try to ask me out at practice the other day though, literally in the exact moment we were doing that wild floor part, not really the best moment to ask someone out when they’re on top of you. But, go off.” “He asked you out?” “Yes..” “Why? What the hell. That’s unprofessional.” “It’s okay, Hao. I told him no.” “You really should get a new partner.” “Like who?” “Me. I can think of lots of other stuff to ask you if you’re on top of me.” “Oh my god.” “Wait, that came out so wrong. Not what I meant.” “Are you sure? I was a little excited.” “Oh. Well in that case, meet me later in the practice studio. Let’s try it out.” “You’ve got yourself a deal, partner.”

seungkwan:

After watching your debut, Seungkwan was wildly proud and supportive. He’s watched your confidence grow an exceptional amount alongside him. The praise from the fans felt like it was for him a little bit too, not in a selfish way but just because you blossomed into adults together. A few of the idols from your company got asked to be a part of a reality show about a day in the life of an idol, you and seungkwan both agreed knowing it would be fun to do together, especially since you haven’t had many opportunities to interact due to your busy schedules. For promotions of the new season you were paired together for interviews with various magazines and online programs. In the interview with Marie Claire the journalist had you play a game of truth or drink where you sat facing each other and the table between you had stacks of questions. You both were doing well, laughing, getting slightly buzzed on the shots of tequila that were provided until Seungkwan pulled a truth question, trying to buy himself a chance to skip a drinking turn. “What would you do if another idol was making a pass at the other player in front of you? How would you react?” “What kind of question is that? Drink, Kwan” “Can I pick another one?” You and Seungkwan were giggling and laughing over the prospect of someone making a pass at one of you in front of the other, the PA prompted him to either answer or move on, he wasn’t able to pick another option. “Ok, I’m going to drink.” “Ah, come on. Now I’m curious.” “I’ll tell you later.” Seungkwan and you finished up the last of your interviews and headed into the black suv parked outside of the studio. “So tell me now about that question.” “It’s just weird to think about anybody asking you out, I mean I know some have tried, but you’ve always turned it down. If someone did it in front of me? Damn. I’d probably laugh in their face first of all, which is rude I know. After that I’d probably yell at them how disinterested you would be.” “But, what if it’s someone I’m interested in?” “Please, who are you interested in, you've never said anything before?” “You.” “No way. Stop fucking around, y/n.” “I’m serious. Deadly actually. I’ve always had a crush on you, why would any sane single person turn down half of these guys that are asking me out unless they’re interested in someone else.” “You’re sane?” “Shut up. I’m being serious. Stop being an ass, I’ll cry.” “Then if I send your manager a card asking for permission to date you, will you accept it?” “Why not just ask me yourself?” “I’m a traditionalist.” “Then you’ll just have to see what she says when you do.”

vernon:

Naturally Vernon wasn’t a jealous guy, he was just some dude that couldn't care less what other people were up to. He was so excited when he heard that you’d be debuting with new girls at the company, proud that they chose you to lead them with all of your experiences alongside him and the other members of your group. You and Vernon always had a special bond being the same age, having similar stories of how you became an idol, he appreciated having someone around who could understand him only through body language as did you. He came to surprise you and your new team on the day of your debut, carrying coffees, helping the staffers with luggage’s, bandaids, holding the hair and makeup team's bags. He really just wanted to show you he cared and was excited that you were moving on to bigger and better experiences in this industry. Vernon was never one to ask too many in depth questions about concepts and costumes, he knew the company would take care of you and he didn’t want to spoil the surprise for himself. As you were getting ready to take the stage, your manager asked him if he wanted to take a seat with them backstage and watch the view from the side. He told them no, mainly because he didn’t want to be a distraction and also everybody knows the side view is never exciting to see for the first time. As the team filtered out of your holding room Vernon took his place on the leather couch, watching your unit get into their positions. He never noticed your outfit until now, a black leather jacket, tight white tank top, and a pair of tight leather shorts with garters attached running the length of your bare legs all the way down to your chunky loafers. It’s not that he never thought you were beautiful before, but something changed now. He decided to open his Twitter app, seeing what people were saying about your group as you continued your performance. Vernon wished he hadn’t seen the comments about you made by men over half your age about what they’d like to do to you after seeing your bare legs. Suddenly he realized he wasn’t the only one gunning to be with you, but he was the only one who stood a chance.

chan:

Chan always made you feel special, when he heard your group's new song it gave him an idea to beg your production team for a cut so he could create a Danceology as a surprise. Something big and dramatic to make you feel good and maybe a little to impress you. He enlisted the help of his friends Yeonjun and Changbin to make it extra fun for his fans to see three well liked idols performing a sexy girl group choreography made by him. The day came where it was about to be uploaded, so he arranged a small get together with the two of you to watch it’s release on YouTube, you weren’t sure why he asked you to come hangout with his friends and do a weverse live with him, but you never missed a chance to see him especially now with your busy schedules. “Hello guys. So we’re doing this very special live for y/n actually. I have a surprise.” “A surprise? It’s not my birthday, channie.” “Doesn’t matter. I may or may not have made a very special danceology episode for you.” “What the fuck, oh sorry. What? Why did you do that?” “Because I wanted to, the reason we’re here on live with everyone is to watch it before it goes up and you can see it before they do. Sorry everyone.” “Okay, yes. Thank you, show me, show me, show me.” “Alright, y/n may I present to you a special danceology to Spice’s ‘Pitch Black.” The pair of you both clapped your hands as your manager pressed play revealing Chan, Changbin, and Yeonjun wearing black tank tops and different shades of ripped jeans, a match from the music video your group had just released. “Oh my god. This is insane.” Chan didn’t say anything back, but just kept watching you watching his gift for you, until he noticed your eyes click to one of the other three in the trio. A gut feeling had him knowing that your attention wasn’t only on him, but he shoved it down until the fade out of the song came on. “Wow. You guys killed that shit. Yeonjun and Changbin thank you guys too, it was amazing. Thank you.” “You liked?” “Chan, it was so good. That part where Yeonjun came into the front and did the hip swivel thing? Iconic.” “What about me?” You ruffled his hair, laughing confused why he was so serious after you made the comment about his tall friend. “You looked very cute.” “Cute? That’s it.” Aware you were still broadcasting live, you pulled your phone out to text Chan and remind him of it, he told the fans that you guys will come back after going out for some dinner to talk more and reminding them to watch the video before you go live again before saying goodbye. “What was that, y/n?” “What? It was amazing, I told you? Did I say something wrong?” “It’s nothing, just nevermind. Let’s go get some food.” “No come on, no angry eating. What’s wrong?” “Just, I guess I’m jealous. I did all of that for you and you were stuck watching my friend. I’m sorry.” “Because I complimented him on one part over you? That doesn’t mean anything, you were so good. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you the entire time aside from that. You were amazing.” “Yeah, emphasis on cute huh?” “If I tell you how sexy you look, will you stop pouting and buy me dinner?” His award winning smile crept onto his lips. “Only if you tell me ten more times.”

#❃ - duffytalks #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen headcanons #svt reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #svt imagines

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tunaababee · 26 days

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gonna get really sappy and DEEPLY tmi/personal about twenty one pilots on main so im gonna put it under a cut. i am cringe but i am free and clancy tour coming up is giving me Feelings

i've been a top fan since 2016. i initially had some resistance to them bc it was when Stressed Out was at its peak and like, yall know how oversaturation goes. even if its good, its fucking annoying by proxy. all the 12/13 year olds at my high school were into it. i was turning 17. and it was a really fucking rough year.

i've been deep into homestuck since i was about 14/15, but by age 16 i had branched out into text-based rp and met a guy from italy who i kind of had a situationship with i guess?? at the time?? idk if that's what the kids call it. (whenever i describe how many relationships ive had, i count this one as a 0.5) anyways. it eventually got to a point where he was emotionally abusing me for a period of about four months. it was brief, but intense, especially since im a fucking lovesick lonely teen at this point who doesnt know any better. he lovebombs me, talks to me and acts like i am his girlfriend, gets jealous and shitty if i talk about other people, but then the moment he goes and does the same shit i get told i'm the reason he was depressed, im the reason for his problems, etc. until he calmed down and placated me and won me over again. over and over, regularly, for four months. it was a lot for my little developing brain to handle.

i know people have had it longer, have had it worse, but it really left a lasting impact. i was left with a litany of abandonment issues, and self-esteem and image that was already bad was buried dead in the fucking ground. i wanted to die every single fucking day for those four months. he even told me, as i began to question my sexuality properly, that i couldnt be bi 'because i liked him'.

but he LOVED twenty one pilots. would quote their shit regularly. wore the merch. all that stuff.

by 2016 i'd managed to see clearly enough and have enough support from friends that i felt comfortable cutting him and his circle off permanently. and it was fucking hard. i didn't have a lot of irl friends at the time and it felt like my only support network. after i finally left, i was desperate to feel some semblance of control, take something back, my own personal little 'fuck you' i could carry in my heart.

with all the hype around them, i gave top a try. slowly eased my way in. i knew i was hooked when i heard Holding On To You for the first time. it made me feel like i could take back that control and find a light at the end of the tunnel.

i consumed everything they had put out after that. i saw them live at emotional roadshow sydney 2017, i was turning 18. i made so many new friends. i felt such hope in my heart. i sobbed so fucking hard when they played HOTY. they weren't the only reason i made it through, itd be naive to contribute everything to them when i've done a lot of work and so have the people around me, but they were like a lifeline to hold on to when things were hard.

i went and saw them again in 2018 for the bandito tour. i made my own outfit and was surrounded by people who had done the same. i made more friends, had more adventures. i was dropping out of high school the year that Trench released due to having the worst mental health i'd had probably since my abuse and felt so lost but it helped me feel a little more stable and grounded. like that light was still there.

a lot has happened since. i'll be 25 when i go see them in November, once again at Qudos Bank Arena in sydney. i'm in a happy relationship with someone i love who respects me. i'm doing things that make me happy. i'm happy. i've felt and experienced and lived and loved and lost and done so so so much since i was a scared 16 year old hearing them for the first time. i've gotten piercings and tattoos, something i never thought i'd do, and put their work permanently on my body. i'm so proud every time i see my tattoo on my arm. i genuinely love and accept myself exactly as i am, which is something i NEVER thought i'd do.

having Clancy come out nine years to the day from blurryface, an album that has been so deeply important to me in a lot of ways, gets me real misty. this entire tour gets me so misty. i didn't think i'd live past 18 at BEST. but i'm here and i'm fucking happy.

genuinely cannot emphasise how much this album and this tour means to me. i plan on getting a Clancy tattoo once the album comes out and i've had some time to sit with it. it feels very full circle, i guess. hearing Next Semester has just had me thinking about this constantly and all weepy all the time haha. but a good weepy.

i cannot fucking wait to scream in a stadium full of people again in a way that heals my heart.

#twenty one pilots #tw suicide mention #tw abuse mention #i wasnt kidding when i said i get real fucking tmi in here #my household already has to deal with me rambling about them all the time lol so tumblr gets the deep and meaningful

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gayleviticus · 1 year

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8 years after watching the TV ending of FMA 03 for the first time, I finally watched Conqueror of Shamballa for the first time. Tbh I was a little scared of what I’d find – fma 03 was a super special series to me back in 2015, but rewatching it the TV ending felt way more inconclusive and unsatisfying than I remembered.

I knew what would happen in Shamballa from years of scrounging through tv tropes entries and Wikipedia plot summaries, but I didn’t know what it would feel like in practice. I needed something that fulfilled the melancholy, dark, emotional, but hopeful promise of the series. I needed angst and loss and sadness, but not grim-darkness and cruelty just for the sake of it.

Thankfully, I enjoyed Shamballa on the whole. Now, to be sure, it’s undeniably very, very messy. Unlike, say, End of Evangelion or Madoka Rebellion it doesn’t feel like a movie except perhaps towards the end; the new characters introduced like Alfons, Noa, and Eckhart are more interesting thematically than because they’re afforded any particular depth, and the plot mechanics aren’t especially well-crafted (but granted this has always been the case for 03).

It feels like there’s also a ton of incredibly character dynamics they could milk but just don’t have room for – how did it feel for Ed to live with someone who looked so much like his baby brother but just wasn’t the same person? How did Winry feel being left behind forever by her best friends after being locked out of the loop for so long? How did Al losing his memories of the past 5 years and embarking on a quest to bring Ed back shape his relationship with everyone else in Amestris? Did Ed feel guilty that Al ended up throwing his whole life in Amestris away to come be with him on earth? There’s just so many possibilities this movie throws out that could have been explored, and emotional beats (like the brothers reuniting!!) that aren’t used to their full potential.

These are all pretty noticeable flaws. But I also kindve think… it doesn’t matter that much? Don’t get me wrong, I would’ve loved to see an actual proper 13-episode second season fleshing out Shamballa’s boatload of cool ideas, but I think there’s something just as captivating about the huge range of possibilities the movie can’t possibly hope to contain. There are plenty of stories I’ve experienced that do an objectively better job of fleshing out their characters, but it's like… well, you’ve already exhausted their depths. There’s not much left to mine. 03 + Shamballa might not use its characters to their maximum potential, but I think it’s impressive it creates such a firm foundation for its characters that they have that kindve potential in the first place?

(On that note this just makes me curse the fact the 03verse in general has been so neglected by FMA fans even more, bc it just feels like its begging so much for fans to plug these gaps and analyse and dissect and headcanon these characters? But anyway)

Something I was a little torn about at first was the ending – it was more satisfying than TV 03’s awkward mix of open-ended sadness with sickeningly saccharine optimism, but I couldn’t help but feel this awkward sense of hollowness. It was tragedy on the brink of cartharsis, but not quite there. I wanted to cry and mourn everything the Elrics had lost, I wanted angst and conflict between the two of them, I wanted to experience the weight of everything they’ve gone through.

But after thinking about it, I realised that the thing about Shamballa is that it’s not about pain, as such, but specifically ache, and loss.

Doomsday, a Doctor Who episode that aired about a year after Shamballa, is a similar tragedy of people separated forever across parallel world. But it’s a very different type of pain – it’s sharp, acute, sudden. It’s having someone you loved so much so deeply snatched out of your life with no warning, no buildup, barely any chance to say goodbye.

Superficially, Shamballa is similar. In the chaos of Eckhart’s invasion Ed and Al disappear forever into the other side of the gate. But I think it’s very different in that the Elrics aren’t really leaving a specific person behind?

Of course, there’s Winry, and obviously it must hurt for her to lose her best friends since childhood so suddenly. But even then, her life goes on. She loved them so much, and she’ll always remember them – but she’s not a widow sitting at home mourning the death of her husband in the war. She has friends, she has family, she has her career as an automail engineer. Life goes on for Winry. It hurts, but it’ll go on.

Aside from her – well, Izumi’s gone. Rose was friends with Al but didn’t really know Ed. Mustang’s crew clearly care for the boys, but I think for the most part their relationship in 03 is relatively professional. In the end what the boys are cutting off isn’t any individual person in particular, but their past.

And so what Shamballa is about isn’t the sharp, shocking pain of losing a loved one, but the dull, heavy ache of grieving your past. As Ed says at the end, Earth is their world now – not Amestris. They’ve resigned themselves to losing their past, to leaving behind the childhood world of miraculous alchemy and friends and carving a path in the here and now.

It’s the pain of mourning a past that can’t come back, the people you once loved who just aren’t in your life anymore, the innocent childhood you’ll never be able to reclaim. The brothers who once tried to reclaim their stolen innocence through resurrecting their mother have made their peace with living in the here and now – and though they’ve finally found happiness, and paid the price for their original sin, they’ll never forget everything it took to get to this point.

It circles back to what Ed told Rose all the way back at the beginning. Stand up and walk on your own two legs. Keep moving forward. Fight against tragedy, but remember that you cannot rewrite your own past.

The Thule Society and Noa mistook Amestris for Shamballa – a perfect world, a homeland – in their longing for heaven. But no such promised land exists. There’s only the here and now. The Elrics give up their longing for something they never had, accepting heaven is lost, and find their home in themselves.

#fma 03 is so good....#fma 03 #fma #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist 03 #conqueror of shamballa #fma 03 conqueror of shamballa #edward elric #my posts #alphonse elric #fma 03 spoilers #long post

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feelssogoodinmyarms · 5 months

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Spring Awakening Fandom Tag

(By @winter-asleepening )

Doing this bc i miss springy wakening😔

1. how were you introduced to the show?

when i was really into hamilton in like 2016 jonathan groff was white boy of the month for a while and i was consuming all the groff content that i could and i came across that video of him talking about when he fucked up left behind. and then i listened to left behind and cried and read the wiki page and watched the obc boot and then i woke up here

2. Seen a production live?

yus i've seen 3

3. Dream role/character you relate to most

i've been in love with wendla since i laid eyes on her and i would die to play her. im obsessed with her, she's got so much more depth than people realize and that was cut during the transition from play to musical fuck you s*ter and i would love to bring that to my rendition of her. and i was also assaulted when i was her age, i was also suicidal, i was also confused af and my mom was not helpful, i also wanted to be loved so badly, i just see a lot of my teenage self in wendla. i related to her so much when i first saw the show and that's a big reason i got so obsessed with it.

4. Favorite male character

prob moritz or hanschen. they are 2 sides of the same dramatic ass coin. they also have daddy issues and are gay like girl me too.

5. Favorite female character

all of them? wendla holds a special place in my heart but like. there is so much to love about all of them even anna and thea who we know almost nothing about have the building blocks of great characters. i've always loved combining what we know about the characters from both the musical and the play to make more complete characters especially because s*ter cut so much of the girls characterization bc he's a sexist pos fuck you and i def do that with anna and thea.

6. Deaf West Revival or Original Broadway Cast?

dwsa for life but obc walked so they could fly

7. Favorite song

AAAAAA probably touch me just cuz it's soooooo pretty

8. Least favorite song

probably woyb bc im heterophobic and melchiorphobic

9. Favorite quote/line

musical: "giving yourself over to someone else? defending yourself endlessly until finally you surrender and let heaven break over you? i just put myself in her place. and imagine"

play: "won't you come visit me in my dreams now and then? i'll welcome you with outstretched arms and kiss your breath away"

10. Favorite TV performance

dwsa touch me on seth meyers i have to watch it daily or i get 1 level of exhaustion

11. Favorite cast member(s)

i can vouch that kathryn gallagher is cool as fuck cuz i met her at a ben platt concert but j groff and jgj seem pretty cool. alex wyse and jbw seem unhinged i think i could hang with them. smf and katie whoever are so talented i wish she wasnt an anti vaxxer. andy mientus attacked me with a candelabra just like riff raff did to rocky😔

12. Favorite cast member moment

when josh castille followed me back on instagram when andy mientus, kathryn gallagher, and josh castille covered sex by the 1975 and all the videos the cast made on various social media platforms

13. Do you write fan fiction?

unfortunately

14. Do you make fan art?

i have made 3 fan arts that i don't think i have anymore

15. Do you cosplay?

i am too poor

16. Don’t do Sadness or Blue Wind?

both bitch

17. Word of your body or the Reprise?

reprise cuz i love gay ppl

18. Touch Me or My Junk?

bothhhhh

19. Explain the song of purple summer

vague hope ig? like "the adults have failed everyone but we're all 15 and will be adults soon so maybe we'll be ok" with flowery language

20. Explain the song of purple summer (wrong answers only)

ilse and mulchy took acid to see their dead friends

im tagging @dwsavideos and anyone else who sees this and is into spring awakening cuz idk if any of my sa mutuals are still active😭

#spring awakening #dwsa #deaf west spring awakening #fandom tag

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hi art! if it's okay I want to ask you something, because this year, I've been meeting friends that are also ending abruptly and not in good terms. I've lost many friendships before (the two are caused by their relationship problems that I just didn't want to support) when I was in senior high, I am in this friend trio where in one of us left and made another friend group while my other friend has her own friend group too and I felt so out of place bc I don't have that, and now another friend of mine at the moment has been ignoring me bc of unknown reasons, it feels like I'm the only one reaching out for her. I'm the kind of person that is friends with everybody, one might say. now it makes me think that maybe there is something with me or how I treat people bc what do u mean I've lost 4 friendships in a span of a year :(((. i mean, i understand that some friendships are just fleeting feelings and it comes and go but why do mine ends abruptly and sometimes it seems like they just changed? I've been mourning for months bc of my childhood friend cutting me off from all of their social media without me knowing what did I do wrong and now someone's doing it to me again and it hurts so much. I just keep being left behind and I wanna be a better person and a better friend so I wouldn't be abandoned anymore. Have you felt like this? If so, how do you handle friendship breakups and the haunting feeling of isolation or being left behind? and I wanna know what do u think makes a good friend?

I'm sorry for putting all of these here. I just really really want to know your opinions on these and maybe share my situation if ever someone have also experienced this. And your blog is a safe space of mine!!!! Thank you, Art!!!!!!!

hi anonie :( i’m sending you an endless supply of warm hugs 🫂🫂🫂

of course i’ve lost some friends myself, mostly because we just naturally fell out of touch or we have changed, and those changes weakened the special connection we had. and that’s okay. i’ve learned to accept that. when you also perceive the changes in yourself throughout the time that’s passed you’ll realize that you actually need to be around different people when you’re in a different place in your life, sometimes that could mean cutting someone off. personally, it’s been painful having experienced both sides of it. but i have two best friends i’ve known for 13 years, and a very dear one for 6. i find consolation in knowing that i will always have them even if i lose a hundred other friends. sometimes i get scared that i’ll lose them too.

and i’ve realized over time that what makes our friendship strong is that we know each other so well. and because of that, we are kind, loving, and compassionate with each other. i think vulnerability isn’t necessarily sharing your whole life story, it’s just being transparent with how you feel <3 don’t be afraid of telling them how much you cherish them (after you have a great day of hanging out say thank you, i love you, let’s do this again, let’s do this other thing again next / reach out to them, say what happened, do you want to talk about it, what can i do to help, i’m sorry, i miss you, how are you, or share a story or a memory). don’t be afraid to tell them when they hurt your feelings too !! and how they can treat you more gently bcs if they care, they will learn. and if you care, you will give them the chance to do so. and vice versa !! that is how you grow together and know each other better 🩵 in friendships, i think that’s where effort really goes in.

heh i don’t know if i was much help 🥺 but the fact that you want to be a better person and a better friend is already a start and a big step!! however i hope you remember to value yourself and your energy too, and that you can always make new friends!! ily 🫂🩵

#art’s post office ☁️

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nongnaos · 2 years

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Episode 3 liveblogging for atots!

1/4

Ahh, so his heart problem came on pretty suddenly. And he had a big trip planned, thats so unfortunate.

The lil cartoon people in the opening credits!!! They're so cute!

Chief's saving a snail. What a dude. Also this palm reader man just being like "I know all your secrets and they're confusing af" impeccable vibes.

Ohhh Chief's giving him hearteyes for telling Kalae to learn to take pills. I also didn't learn how to take pills until I was like 13 so me and Kalae 🤝

Dr. Nam taking the piss out of Chief for being strict 😂😂 I know we've only seen a little bit of him so far but best boy Dr. Nam!

"If the word teacher puts too much pressure on you, you can be just a big brother to them" 😭😭😭 cutest thing that's happened so far.

A family bonding montage!! We love to see it, I am full of happiness 😊

Oh no... they're cheating the family out of the cost of the tea. And Tian is running in. This feels like it could go badly. He is so well intentioned but I fear they'll just get angry and stop buying from these villagers and then their business will be in jeopardy.

2/4

Welp, there it is. There's a knife and I'm getting Bad Buddy ep9 flashbacks.. And Chief is here to save the day!

Chief is right, Tian needs to learn to fix things without violence. He needs to learn to be a little less reactionary. Chief could also do with being a bit better at controlling his anger. With the power of love these boys will mellow.

Oop Chief comes bearing medicine! Just move in already Chief, you're literally spending all your time there..

OH LOOK "I'm staying the night, what if those guys come back" any excuse Chief!!

Oh god it got soo domestic SO fast send help im meltingggg "what did you have for dinner" "why" "i just want to talk to you" dhakxjskskdjsks are you KIDDING?? THEY'RE TUCKING EACH OTHER UNDER THE BLANKET, THEY'RE TOUCHING HANDS. They just want to talk to each other, god I am struggling!!! That was unbearably sweet, and I'm surprised that Chief is the one making moves, I really thought Tian's impulsive spirit would be the one to really go for it.

3/4

He woke up alone but Chief left him breakfast!! He's back! They are soo flirty I am really ruined.

The village chief telling Chief he should find a wife and maybe Tian can set him up with someone. The gay silence is unbearably awkward. We've all been there.

"Your tshirt is expensive but not durable, you shouldn't have bought it" we love a sustainable fashion king.

"Dammit, you giant man!" Best factual insult.

4/4

Rang showing up only to leg it because he "left the generator on"... hmmm this feels like the "i left the stove on" excuse and combined with the pig excuse from last ep I hope he has a terrible excuse in every ep.

Looking suspiciously like a wife walking up the aisle.. #foreshadowing

A blessing ceremony.. pls have better luck so you can stop letting our kids drown and ruining our livelihoods 🙏

Dr. Nam telling him to take care of "the big kid" makes "dammit you giant man" even funnier. Isn't Chief just like... normal human sized though? Am I biased bc I know someone who's 6'7"/202cm and everyone looks average compared? Maybe. Anyway Dr. Nam knows whats up and is excited for them to get together, its very cute.

WILL THE FLIRTING NEVER CEASE

Oh god, they're making him sing. This song is very cute. That went much better than I expected. How long must I wait until they kiss?? 😔

#atotsrewatch2022 #atots ep 3 spoilers #idek how to tag these but if anyone wants a specific tag so they can hide these posts pls let me know #long post #liomsa #atots

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whump-captain · 2 years

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No. 13 - Can't make an omelette without breaking a few legs

Dislocation | Fracture | "Are you here to break me out?"

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No. 29 - What doesn't kill me...

Sleep deprivation | Defiance | "Better me than you"

2300 words | OC: Kintsugi

Taglist (feel free to ask to be added/removed!): @thatsgonnaleaveamark

omg this took me so long. writing kintsugi is weird bc it's supposed to have like a chronology and consistency but i started it ages ago so no way ill remember everything i had in mind back then. but ive been looking forward to this scene for ages bc it gets everything going and also bc torture (◡‿◡)

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CN: torture, interrogation, broken arm, beating, restraints, captivity, threats

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They had led him through so many turns and corridors that Ethan lost all hope of remembering the route. The bag over his head constricted the air around him into a hot, tangible darkness that he could barely breathe in. Though his legs trembled, he kept up the pace that the boots marching next to him had set - if he slowed or stumbled, he would once again feel the sharp jab to his back that seemed like it burned straight through his clothes.

His mind refused to acknowledge it as a gun. There was a sucking void where that thought should have been, hollow like the twisting feeling in his stomach. There wasn't really a loaded gun trained on him. That couldn't be true. If he didn't think about it, if he let that emptiness swallow the fear, the gun would stop being real.

A door opened startlingly close and Ethan flinched. Dull pain throbbed through his left arm like a shockwave. No matter how closely he cradled it, he couldn't stabilize the fracture properly and every sudden motion sent new shocks down the whole limb. He gasped when someone shoved him forward and he barely kept his balance.

The door shut again with a heavy slam. Then the bag was pulled off of Ethan's head and light stabbed into his eyes. He was in a basement, large enough to harbor shadows despite the bright halogens in its low ceiling. The rough concrete walls were lined with wooden shelves, each littered with tools, boxes, and mechanical parts. A heavy chair stood in the middle and in front of it waited a man in a grey, canvas uniform - the same man who had found Ethan under the cliff.

He was tall, strongly built, with square shoulders that he held back to maintain a rod-straight posture. His hair was cropped so short it was impossible to tell its colour but his eyebrows were fair enough to blend in with the pale white of his skin. Thin wrinkles gathered in the corners of his cold eyes and his narrow mouth curved ever so slightly in a blankly professional smile.

"I don't believe it," Captain Linde said mildly. "I never thought I'd see someone brazen enough to do this."

Ethan stepped back instinctively and his back collided with the two guards behind him. A heavy hand fell onto his shoulder and his heart picked up a manic tempo.

"This is a misunderstanding," he said.

He had gone over this so many times. Locked in his cell, once the panic had subsided, he had planned exactly what he would say when finally given the chance to explain himself. All of this was absurd, there must have been some mistake somewhere that had trickled down uncorrected to this officer and confused him about who Ethan was. He just had to clarify everything and help him understand the situation. But still his voice faltered when he continued: "If we can talk this through, I'm sure we-"

"Yes," Linde cut in. "Let's talk."

He folded his hands behind his back and strode forward with a smooth gait that seemed unsuited for his powerful build. Ethan felt the need to withdraw again but the guards loomed only an inch behind him.

The overhead light painted a deep shadow over Linde's eyes as he approached.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked calmly.

"My name is Ethan Lythmer. I'm a meteorologist." Ethan swallowed and held his injured arm closer. "I came here because-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Linde interrupted again and Ethan's face flushed with indignation. Linde raised an eyebrow and the smallest hint of mockery made its way into his voice. "Really? That's-"

Firmly, Ethan repeated: "Like I said, I came here because-"

Linde backhanded him. The crack of skin on skin followed a flash of pain and Ethan staggered. The guard behind him caught and righted him roughly, bringing him face to face with Linde again.

"That's what you're going with?" Linde asked as if he'd never been interrupted. Ethan's throat constricted with both anger and a new, freezing cold feeling that was slowly beginning to frost over his lungs. "A meteorologist?" Linde repeated. "You expect me to believe that?"

"If you just listened to me" Ethan bit back, "you wouldn't-" Pain flashed again. Linde's fist struck him in the mouth, blood burst out like molten metal. Ethan spat and gasped, fire spilled out from where he'd been hit and lit his mind up with bewildered rage. He whipped back up but Linde seized his chin and wrenched his head up. Through the tension of straining muscle, Ethan ground out: "You have no right-"

The next punch forced all air out of him; hard and precise in the diaphragm. His words broke into a cry when the impact speared pain through his arm. Linde released him and Ethan's knees buckled. Gasping for air, he collapsed to the floor; the basement closed in around him, all oxygen had escaped it and now he was suffocating. With every forced, painful inhale, he fought against a grip on his ribcage. At the same time, the cold inside him grew. It spread across his body, laced through his limbs and opened in his stomach a freezing cold, bottomless pit of fear.

This was all a mistake. A horrible mistake that Linde will realize any moment now, any moment-

"Get him up," Linde ordered.

The two guards hauled Ethan up by his arms and dragged him forward. He scrambled to catch his balance, but it wasn't his mind telling his legs to move. There was a wall of ice between him and his body and within it, all he could hear was his own frantic heartbeat echoing in the frigid confinement. His vision tunneled, the basement retreated into the shadows and all he could see was the white stain of Linde's face in the dark.

The guards pushed him down onto the chair. Something clamped around his ankles but before he could look down, a guard tugged his right arm down to the chair's armrest and locked a handcuff around his wrist. He caught her gaze - cold and impassive. She nodded towards him, then to the other armrest. He understood immediately and opened his mouth to protest.

"Now," she said harshly. "Or I'll cuff it."

Ethan's breath caught and his stomach twisted at the thought alone. He couldn't let her do that, he had to move. Her stance left no doubt that she would force him if she had to.

He set his jaw tight and slowly, carefully, shifted his broken arm to lay on the armrest. It took all his strength to push through the stiffness that held it like a concrete cast. The cloud of dull pain that sat inside the limb twisted with the gentle movement and sparks shot all the way up to his shoulder. A deep shudder came over him; no telling if born from pain or fear.

The guard nodded, satisfied, and circled him again, pocketing the spare cuff. Then Linde took her place and stood at ease, watching Ethan like a bird approaching carrion.

"Alright, Ethan," he said. "Here's what I know about you. You showed up out of the blue in one of the most secure complexes on the planet. You don't have a map, you don't have any ID, and as far as I can tell, you don't have a legitimate reason to be here." Ethan took in a breath, but Linde raised his hand to silence him." Here's what I want to know," he said and leaned in closer, looming. "How did you know where to find this place?"

"I didn't," Ethan answered. He couldn't keep the tremble out of his voice. "It was an accident. I was investigating a readout from one of the stations in-"

"Enough," Linde interjected firmly. "Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying!" Ethan shouted. Linde gripped his chin again, dug his fingers into the fresh bruise. Ethan groaned through clenched teeth.

"Let's start somewhere else," Linde offered. He shoved Ethan's head back and the whole room span. The words sounded distant, threatening: "Who sent you?"

"Nobody sent me." Ethan had to fight down nausea. The ice in his lungs had solidified and he had no space to take a deeper breath.

"Nobody," Linde repeated venomously. "Are you a mercenary then? Selling your findings to the highest bidder?"

"I'm-"

"Back in my day, spies used to stand for something, you know," he mused. He straightened and began to pace slowly back and forth, tapping his fingers together behind his back. "You'd risk your life because there was a cause you were willing to fight for. Your country, your faith, your freedom… If you take that away, spying might be just the least respectable way to make a living."

"I'm not a spy!" Ethan yanked at the cuff on his wrist. The chair rattled but the restraints held. Two strong hands seized his shoulders; a cry of surprise died in his throat as Linde leaned in again.

"Now listen to me, Ethan," he said quietly. "I know your type. I know that it's your daily bread and butter to lie and to deceive, and I know that you've been trained to stick to your story no matter what. But I have a duty to this complex and that duty is to protect it from people like you. So believe me when I say, I will have the truth from you." A small, carnivorous smile stretched his lips. "Sooner or later, I will have it."

"I'm not lying." Ethan couldn't bring his voice higher than a whisper. He dug his fingers into the armrest but they still wouldn't stop shaking. "I'm not a spy. I'm just a meteorologist."

For a moment, Linde was quiet. The cutting chill of his gaze bore into Ethan's mind and wrapped a suffocating pressure around his throat. Then Linde sighed and straightened his back again.

"You took a tumble coming here, didn't you?" he said. "Nasty fall, down that cliff." His tone was conversational but there was something laced through it that made Ethan's heart lurch with panic.

"You hurt your arm," Linde observed. "Is that right?"

He brought his hand down on Ethan's broken arm and squeezed. At first the shock numbed him. Then blinding pain tore through him and he choked on his own voice. He screamed, a half-strangled, warbling sound.

Linde crooked his head, watching Ethan's face twist into a grimace. "I think I can feel where the fracture is," he said and shifted his grip. Under the crushing pressure, the broken bones ground against each other and cut into the swollen tissue around them. Ethan felt every snagged nerve, living flame enveloped his body. He could barely force in a breath but the pain didn't stop; he had to keep screaming. Linde waited, regarding him with mild interest as Ethan fought to breathe and his scream broke apart into whimpers carried by shuddering gasps. Only then did he say:

"Now, I'm not an expert, but that seems pretty bad."

"Stop," Ethan choked out. "Stop, please."

"I can get you a doctor, Ethan," Linde replied calmly. "You just have to tell me who sent you to spy on my complex."

"I wasn't sent here! This is a misunderstanding, please-" His words dissolved into a howl as Linde leaned his whole weight onto the fracture. Ethan writhed but the guard held him firmly, he had no way to escape the pain. He didn't feel his fingers locking and clawing, everything went white and sizzled away into this burning, unbearable agony.

"Who sent you?" Linde whispered.

"Nobody," Ethan almost sobbed. "Please, believe me. I don't want to be here, I didn't mean to find-"

Linde didn't listen. He took Ethan's wrist and lifted his forearm; pain shot down through his elbow. Then he twisted the limb. The snapped bones crossed over each other and displaced with a sickening squelch. All other sound disappeared. Ethan couldn't hear himself screaming, couldn't feel the hands pinning him down as his body seized into an agonized arch. There was only pain, only the horrifyingly definite feeling of his own bones ripping his flesh. Eyes screwed tight, he didn't even realize Linde had grabbed his chin again until sudden tension strangled the voice in his throat. A haze of tears blurred Linde's features, a deafening ringing distorted his words:

"You are committed, I'm going to give you that," he said. "But these are all non-answers so far and I don't have any use for that. I want details." He forced Ethan to meet his gaze. "How did you find this place?" he asked. "Were you given coordinates? Spoken directions?"

Ethan wheezed desperately, every inhale sending more fire through his whole body. "It was an accident," he could only repeat. "I didn't mean to find it, I got stranded and-"

Linde cut in: "Still sticking to this story, then?"

"It's the truth." Ethan's voice cracked on a whimper. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Linde's hand locked on his shaking arm. God, please, let go, please don't do it again. "Please."

Linde thought. He stood motionless, only his eyes roaming Ethan's face as if analyzing the terror and pain etched into it. Only Ethan's ragged, trembling breaths disturbed the silence and he prayed, prayed to every god under the sun for this man to see reason.

But eventually, Linde said:

"No, I don't think that is true."

And he bent Ethan's arm hard, squeezing with his other hand right over the fracture. The sharp tips of the bones scraped against each other and rent apart the muscle around them. Ethan's scream rose, then fell apart into frantic, strangled sobs; then formed back into a wail of agony; and then the pain kept burning. Among the blaze that consumed everything in and outside his body, Linde's words hissed like steam:

"But we'll get there. Believe me when I say it. We will yet get to the truth."

#whumptober2022 #no.13 #no.29 #fracture #defiance #oc #writing #torture #captivity #interrogation #captain's stuff #captain's ocs #kintsugi #i finally figured out a personality for ethan i think #he's a bit of a dick #we've officially reached the Combining Prompts stage of whumptober #the second prompt is a biiiit of a stretch bc the defiance doesn't last long #but still lmao #never met a defiant whumpee that i didn't like

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rebellum · 2 years

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Every once in a while I'm reminded that I'm like actually traumatized from being mentally ill and the helplessness I felt

Like I've been okay for maybe around a year now, actually good, I'm no longer disabled

But I still have rough nights like tonight where it's like I can't help but think about it and daydream scenarios where I tell people about how absolutely failed I feel I was from the people around me

Like I did what you're supposed to do in that situation- I told multiple trusted adults about my mental health issues. And my mum helped a lot, definitely, and she did her best, I don't fault her for that, but no one else did anything either

I wish I had gone behind my mums back earlier

At 17 I knew how anti-medicstion she was (or, thought she was, it was a whole situation where she's not actually anti medication and just felt like it was best to tell me that meds wouldn't help bc she wanted to help me to feel better, esp since in her opinion I wouldn't have gotten medication while under 18)

and finally went to a psychiatrist who of course was like "oh my god yes I will help you" because she realised if wasn't fucking okay or normal for a teen to hallucinate when they get anxious and have paranoia and be so desperate for death from depression

And im. Starting to realise by typing this out that I don't think my mum did really do her best, maybe. She still should have taken me to a doctor. When your 15 year old tells you they want to die and that they think aliens are after them and that almost every day they feel spiders crawling all over them, you take them to the fucking doctor, not hope it goes away because you had a simular mental health issue that went away in your early 20s

I was just in such desperate need of help and almost no one helped me. I went to my aunt and she was basically like wow that sucks. I told my acting instructor and she, to my absolute befuddlement, told me anxiety was actually good because without it people wouldn't do things like meet deadlines. No one fucking helped me and its been 13 years since the whole thing started happening that made me spend ages like 12-21ish in absolute agony. So I guess I just get into states like this sometimes where I can't help but feel terrible that at 12 years old I literally wrote a suicide note every single month but chickened out. For years I've thought like, that's fine, 12 is almost 13 and therefore basically a teenager, and many teens have rough times, so it's actually good that I got to have 11 years of childhood

But as I get older and more separate from my past self I realise that wasn't enough

That there are 15 year olds worried about normal teens things like if someone has a crush on them, and that adolescence is actually a part of childhood, and that it was robbed by me by my mental illness. I've so far bad to spend my early 20s where other people emotionally are at teens because I straight up fucking missed a big part of my development. Of course I'm traumatized. I don't even know how to deal with it though. This times where I can't help but imagine explaining it get farther apart, at least. I haven't had one like this in months.

I think I still feel helpless. I m no longer disabled but i still struggle and I still feel like I'm under control of some monster of mental illness. And I don't even know if it's normal or not! I don't know if everyone in their 20s feels helpless like they're on a raft in an ocean because they know what they need to do and how to do it but have to deal with the idea that their body just won't let them do it. I've been in uni since fall 2016 because of mental health issues making me drop my classes, and I'm supposed to have just one year left, and I plan on doing it, and I want to do it, but an outside force may stop me from completing it on time. And yeah maybe just everyone young feels this way, like some mercurial outside force is keeping them tethered. And maybe I'm just being a baby about it. Or maybe crying about it is also a normal and okay part of it and I'm not being stupid and oversensitive.

Tomorrow will be better, I suspect, today has just been a REALLY rough day for me

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wooahaes · 2 years

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like anon said, nothing that happened was your fault. it’s never okay to do that, and you aren’t to blame in any way. i hope someday you can see someone who you can talk to and will actually help, but just know that you can talk to me if you ever want to ☺️

also YES about non sexual intimacy. i can’t explain how good it feels to read about characters bathing together just to be in each other’s presence. you have no idea how soft that stuff makes me. and where they’re just lying in bed without any clothes on, not for sexual reasons, but just to feel the other’s warmth and skin?? i’m passed out on the floor by then 🤧

anyways, take care!!!

thanks hon <3 it'll probably be a long time until i fully believe that myself. i'll keep that in mind.

(also i'm not going to answer anymore asks abt my trauma rn. if they get sent in, either they'll be left unanswered or they'll get deleted. i appreciate the kindness a lot though <3)

(also warning for nsfw topics getting discussed here???)

literally... the intimacy of just sharing a space together is... chefs kiss. skin to skin contact is so good. like i said, the sexual intimacy is cool and all but sometimes a bitch (me) is yearning to just be held.

honestly i wouldnt mind like... less "sexy" sexual stuff too if tht makes sense? like haha yeah kinky shit whatever but i think smut of two dorks just being in love and having fun w it is cute too. literally give me some losers just having giggly loving sex and being in love w each other.

ok nsfw (not explicit rly??? theres one joke in the snippit i shared) but. this is an excuse to pull up my own stupid writing (between two ocs).

context: they had planned for some kinkier shit (blindfolding, handcuffs, some degradation + some praise, some play w toys), one of them safewords bc theres overstim that she can't handle that night, and it devolves into just. two idiots in love boning.

She laughed a little at the notion. "Loser," she reached up, finding his shoulders and gently pulling him forward. "Take this off. I wanna see you."

Icarus reached forward, gently undoing the tie from around her head, and tossing it aside. She blinked a few times as her eyes grew adjusted to the dim light, and then she smiled at him.

"Hi."

He smiled at her, "Hi."

"You come here often?" She giggled, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

"No," he hummed, "but you will."

She gently smacked his shoulder. "That was awful." Ophelia ran her thumb across the apple of his cheek, smiling at him, "I'm sorry I ruined your scene." When he was at a loss for words, she leaned up to press another kiss against his lips. "You can move, if you want."

just. idk. theyre soft and i think abt this lil thing i wrote sometimes. its oldish and not good but idk i like them being in love. it just feels hard to find stuff where it feels like love and not just lust. i think livvie's writing is the only thing thats hit that sweet spot for me, but admittedly i avoid any smut that has 0 warnings on it or any smut with choking/hair pulling warnings which is......... idk more common than u would think. nothing wrong w pure lust stuff, but idk im a domestic bitch who likes the idea of sex being intimate personally lmao thats just me tho !! <3

also icarus is not his real first name. its cameron. he just goes by icarus more often bc hes a loser who went 'it sounds cooler' lmao (it IS his middle name tho bc his mom was like... artsy as fuck) ive had this oc since i was like 13 and i still love his stupid ass.

#wooahaes.ask #maijunejuly #uhh god idk i should make a tag for when i talk abt stuff that isnt super sfw just for filtering reasons

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nouies · 3 months

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helloooo, lou! 💙

i have seen how much hate the creators in this fandom get. and i have been feeling really anxious to post whatever i had in mind. but there is first time for everything, huh?! 🥶

it's so nice to change a whole recipe to match your friend's preferences. and cook for her. it's like not a lot of people do it anymore, respecting others' wishes and decisions. 🗣️

have you been to other concerts? 🧞‍♂️

actually, the miscommunication was my fault. i reread your last reply and realized that you said "rule out". i didn't know the meaning of this phrase until now, so i checked it out and now i know what you meant. but do people go hiking/biking/etc on dates? i would never... 🐳

english is not my first language as well, and a lot of times the language barrier leads to miscommunication. but your english is amazing and i think you are great with words. 🦋

louis is such an awesome person. his interests and visions are really wonderful. it's so good you both have so many things in common. 🌀

okay, i have a funny story. when 1d formed as a band, i was eleven years old. my classmates were obsessed with them. so i was like "i won't be like the other girls" and i was showing disinterest every time someone was talking about them (but at the same time i was secretly blasting more than this. the only reason i love that song that much, was because of niall and louis' solos). and i listened to their songs occasionally on the music tv channels (their singles). and for the time the band was still touring and making albums, i just didn't vibe with them, and even think about them. when zayn left the bad, i read it somewhere and that was all. but when the next year mind of mine came out, i fell in love with his voice. so, all in all, i would say zayn. i have been listening to his music for years and i just have really soft spot for him in my heart. 🫐

my questions for the day: what is your favorite tv series? can you share one fun fact about you? 🖌️

hope you have a lovely day,

- your secret valentine 🦕

p.s. don't let the last emoji betray your vison for me, because in fact i'm quite short.

hi valentine!! 💓

listen, don’t think of any of that yet. there are horrible ppl around but i still believe there are some good ones left. i understand feeling anxious, trust me that i always feel that way whenever i’m posting something new, but don’t let the haters win. their goal is to stop us from creating so if we do stop, they’ll win, and they don’t deserve to win. if you truly feel uncomfortable sharing anything, then it’s fine too. at the end of the day, creating something in the fandom is supposed to be fun and if you’re not having fun, then it loses its purpose.

anyway. yes, we’ve been best friends for almost 13 years so i just want her to be happy and comfortable. :) and she does the same for me, like every time i visit her house, she makes sure to buy me tacos from the stand i like.

last year i only went to see Aurora and to the fest where Niall performed, this year i’m going to see a mexican artist called Yuridia and in june i’m seeing Louis. 🤧 have you been to concerts lately or are you planning on going to one soon?

no worries!! tbh i sometimes use verbs that i’m not sure abt but i’m too lazy to google lol but it’s fine. idk if there are ppl who go hiking but i’ve seen ppl who go skating ???

omg you’re way younger than me lol 1d came out when i was starting uni lol but your story is very cute, and tbh it’s very understandable bc i feel like as teenagers we either want to fit in or we want to be unique. at the end, i’m happy that you found someone who resonated more with you. Zayn is a great artist and he seems like such a sweet soul, i want to squeeze his cheeks lol

my favourite tv series is mindhunter, and i’m still sad we got only two seasons of it :( i love jonathan groff so much. idk what could be a fun fact abt me… like, i’m just thinking abt facts but idk if they’re any fun 😭 had to ask for some help but you probably know how much i love fics, and i when i write for a fic fest, i read the rest of the fics (which i thought it was the norm but apparently it isn’t), so my fun fact is that i read every blff fic the day it was posted, maybe with the exception of the 100k one bc it took me three days but the rest of them i read them on each day they were published. and now my brain is fried hdjdhdjdhd

thank you, valentine! i hope your day is awesome as well. 🤗 (and i’m quite short as well so we’re twinning!) <3

#blvalentine #anonymous #answered

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Hello ! You probably clicked this link bc I just died.

Not tryna do a 13 reasons why bullshit LMAO but it kinda is. idc. I used this as a diary for years after Sama cheated. It helped me cope. There's a lot of sad and depressing stuff bc I only really posted when I was sad n depressed lol. So just saying there's a lot of dark stuff in here if u want to or dont want to proceed. But im sure out of curiosity u will anyways n I dont blame you.

Sorry in advance to my family who reads this.

Idc if this is embarrassing, shit I'm sure it'll even be entertaining. but maybe this will help someone feel less alone in their pain. And if it could help anyone realize that not everyone is your friend even if they act like it. And to always trust your gut. I suffered for years. Not just because of Sama although he plays a huge huge part, but because of Kiera and Gina and others (shit even kiera 21 year old gf, actually, all of them really) as well. Jen Sieminski is a recent one who made life harder for me. So when you see that they aren't at the funeral thats why.

This isn't to be petty either - I need to be honest about how these people affected me while I was alive because if I have ever hated anything, it's been the fact that so many people got away with hurting me. And if this is how I feel like I can get some sort of justice then I'm gonna do just that.

I don't want to point fingers and blame these people for my death. I'm not saying that. They worsened the already existing depression by doing foul shit to me which I'll get into in a separate post. I'm not trying to get people to hate on them either. There's no target response that I hope to achieve with this. I just want this out there for my own justice.

I don't want to die with hate in my heart and I'm not. Being a human is just complicated with complicated emotions. Trust me, I wish I could just move on and send them all love and light and forget everything but I would be doing myself a disservice. And it's only right that my death be associated with gossip. Very on brand for me. But really, I need to get all this out before I go so that my soul can genuinely Rest In Peace with nothing left unsaid and undone.

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To the people who treated me nice while I was here - thank you genuinely and I will always remember you and watch over you. love you.

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meet my oc

Hello, my name is (sansalexa).

I'm new here, but I hope to be a big help around here! Please don't hesitate to ask me if you need help with anything, whether it's answering questions or making something look pretty or anything like that! Thanks and I hope to see you all around the site! :) (sansalexa) =D~

had a abusive father and a loving mother reason bc her father hated her and her mother loved her . she was always picked on in school by other kids. when she was 13 her dad died from a heart attack. she now lives with her mom and 2 sisters. they all have different fathers but all of them love eachother very much. at 15 years old she started to like someone at her highschool he liked her too. they dated for 3 months until one day it turned out that he had been cheating on her with another girl . after that she never trusted anyone again. at 16 years old she got pregnant from that guy who cheated on her. she told him about it and he said that if she didn't abort then he would leave her. so she decided to abort , not because she didn't want her baby but because she wanted to keep him . as soon as it happened ,she felt guilty about doing so because even though its not his baby ,it could've been his child if things were different between them.

she is a vampire and a sans and a neko why? well bc she is known as the sans mix and a mix of neko! that's pretty cool. if you want to know more about her then read below: she can be very nice at times but she can also be very mean. in fact, there are many people who say that they hate her because of how mean she is but there are also many people who love her because of how nice she is. it all depends on what kind of mood you catch her in. sometimes, when she is alone with someone, she will act like an innocent child and ask them if they have seen any bones around so that she can eat them. sometimes when someone asks her where she is from, or what her real name is, or anything else like that, she will answer them...but other times...she won't even bother answering them. it just depends on whether or not she wants to tell you anything about herself. one thing for sure though...she doesn't trust anyone except for herself.

try to well take care of her when she is sad Although Sans hates to admit it he does care for her. He tries to hide it with jokes about everything under a sun but I can tell you that she’s safe with him. I just hope he knows that if she ever needed anything he could always call me and I would try my hardest to make sure they were taken care of. Even when they left without saying goodbye. They are welcome back at anytime. They are like family to me. And I will be there for them no matter what. Well except maybe if they need help killing someone....I am not going to jail or prison again! But other than that....they have a place here in our town as long as they want one...we all do...we all miss them very much even though we haven’t seen them in years.

try to treat her nicely the reason behind this is back of her past . she has been through a lot. she was abandoned by her parents at a young age and lived on her own since then. she had to fend for herself and learn how to survive in a new world. she had to learn how to fight for herself and not rely on anyone else because no one would be there for her when she needed them. so don’t mess with her or you will regret it. but if you do show kindness towards here then that’s great! she might just open up to you. is sally as mean as she seems: Sally can seem really mean and cold hearted but deep down inside she really isn’t like that. She may seem like she doesn’t care about anything or anyone but really does care about things more than others think. She cares about her friends deeply and would do anything for them even if they aren't doing something right at times.

be understanding around her She doesn’t like to be called Sans. That’s fine. But when you slip up and call her that, she might throw a tantrum or give you a strange look. If she really likes you then it won’t matter—but if she hates you? Well, let’s just say there will be no more slumber parties. So just call her Alex or Alexa as much as possible. She prefers that over anything else. Don’t worry about calling her by her full name too often; in fact, she actually enjoys being referred to as Sansalexa. It makes her feel special, even if it does sound a little weird sometimes. Just go with it. be kind to her: She can get moody at times but try not to take it personally. Instead of getting angry back, just apologize and try again later. Also, don’t ever make fun of her clothes or body type because she takes great pride in what she wears—even though most people don’t seem to notice how beautiful she is on the inside...or on the outside for that matter.

don't cruse around her sans is not likely to be looking for someone atm and she's really only interested in friends right now. it's best if you just drop her a message saying who you are and that you'd like to be friends. she doesn't bite and thinks all humans should try their best to get along (and monsters too!). she also loves cuddles but don't expect more than that from her. she isn't into flirting or anything of that sort either so no worries there! your personality: whoever you want them to be really! as long as they're nice to others i guess? your oc can be any gender and any age they want. they could even have met sans before? they're totally allowed to hang out with frisk too if they wanted. sans' trust issues mean she's not going to trust everyone easily but if your oc makes an effort to befriend her then she'll probably warm up to them eventually?

make sure to help her get shattered sansalexa under control Her strength levels are somewhere around 10,000 but her intelligence level drops a little lower. She could hold her own in a fight against Asgore and Toriel. She is so friendly to everyone around her and she becomes best friends with every new person she meets in a day's time. But she rarely gets close to people because she starts falling in love with them and when they inevitably reject her feelings towards them she has such a breakdown that it nearly ruins her chances of being able to make another friend again. She doesn't like hurting others' feelings so she will always try to tell herself that they didn't feel anything for her in order not to hurt their feelings by telling them how much they mean to her. Sometimes though, if you catch her at just the right moment, you can see tears welling up behind those bright green eyes of hers as she fights back a sob threatening to escape from between those thin red lips of hers.

don't knock over the noise makers that she stacked noise makers are a special type of percussion instrument. they are typically metal cones with different patterns of ridges or grooves on their surface that cause them to make unique sounds when struck by a drum stick. what’s great about these instruments is that their size and shape make them easy to stack, much like dominos. so if you ever find yourself in a situation where you need to build something out of percussion instruments, i suggest you go for noise makers first. noise makers come in many shapes and sizes: there are four main types of noise makers: sizzle cymbals, chime bars, marimbas, and tambourines. each type has its own unique sound characteristics that can be used to create different moods in your music.

help her with sundrop and moondrop ------------ Hi, I’m Sansalexa. Nice to meet you! There are two things that are going to be important in your life while we work together: Sundrop and Moondrop. You can think of them as visual reminders that can help you make a number of improvements in your life. As an example, think back to some time when you did something great—like got straight A’s in high school or graduated with honors from a big university. How did it feel? What were you thinking about at that moment? What was happening around you? Now imagine how good it would feel if every day could be like that day. And imagine how good it would feel if people looked at you differently because of what they saw. That’s what Sundrop and Moondrop are all about: helping you get there by creating a little space for yourself where everything goes right, so that more of those days can happen naturally in real life.

show kindness to her I’m not very fond of introducing myself to people. I’m much more comfortable listening and learning about someone else. When I do introduce myself, it always feels like an awkward feat. In order to keep my conversation concise and straightforward, I tend to say just my first and last name—no problem there! But it also means that half of me gets left out of that introduction. It often leads other people to ask me what Alexa stands for or how it connects to me. So today, I want to give you a glimpse into my world by telling you a little bit about who I am as a person and why it’s important for me to be kinder than ever. Here are five ways I practice kindness every day

why is she shorter then sundrop and moondrop? Sansalexa is only slightly shorter than Sundrop and Moondrop. This does not mean she should be short changed in any capacity. While Sundrop and Moondrop are able to wield two swords in combat, sans can wield three with ease. It would be foolish to underestimate her just because of her height! She also likes cats! Be sure to respect that as well. Besides that? Not much else about her is known. Still want more? Where was I? Oh yeah. Respect her or lose your teeth from being punched by them. That's where I left off. You're welcome for that incredibly valuable information but you're clearly here for something other than being told how great Sansalexa really is, so let's move on..why? Why is she only slightly smaller than Sundrop and Moondrop when you consider their main differences between those two are mainly size? Well it's because sans has a bit of an advantage over them in terms of mass. She may be shorter, but she has more weight behind each swing of her swords. This isn't to say that Sundrop and Moondrop aren't strong themselves as they have shown to be able to fight with one sword each if need be, just that sans can wield three with ease due to her weight as opposed to height difference alone! So what about personality? What makes her different from Sundrop and Moondrop? What makes her unique? Well nothing is known about her personally, but we do know that she likes cats.

why is she a neko? I’m a neko because I was born without a soul. The sun is my god and moon are my demon. I am not alive nor dead. My body is made from light and darkness – physical manifestations of opposite sides of a duality that will never come to be. One day I hope to find someone who can accept me for all that I am. But until then, I will remain alone... forever searching for someone who can love me as much as they love themselves. This is why you should not fall in love with me... for even if we were together, it would only be temporary. You see...I have no soul...and so I cannot love anyone else. Title: Hello World! Description: Say hello to my OC Sansalexa! She's a full-blooded Moon-Neko (the first of her kind) and she's ready to take on your questions about anything! Just leave your questions in a comment below or tweet them at @sansalexalovesyou!

does she have a soul? If you can answer yes to that question, you’ll be able to help me find her one. I would greatly appreciate it if you took a second and introduced yourself. She will feel much better knowing there are other people out there who care about her; she’ll learn more about your world and how to understand it than I ever could. So please, say hello to my OC. Let her know that not everyone in existence is an enemy waiting for their chance to attack. Let her know she has allies.

if she has a soul why does she have vails? Say hello to Sansalexa. She lives in her soul. Her soul has many friends who visit her often. She loves them very much and they love her back. They all get along very well and they have many laughs together. However, there are some days when she feels lonely. She misses her friends but she can’t let them know how lonely she feels because then they will worry about her and that would make things worse. So instead of telling them how she feels, she tries to distract herself with activities that don’t require a lot of thought or effort on her part. Then one day something happens that changes everything...

can she mate? yes as long she has her etco magic on . Can Sansalexa mate with other ocs? No. only sans x sans and then sans x alphys. no other ocs unless you want them to die or something like that. what if i want to make a new character with her? go ahead and do it, just don't forget to credit me for making that character and give me a link of your story so i can read it! thanks :D what will happen to all sansalexas future children?: they will live in snowdin but they won't be seen by anyone except their family. they are not allowed to leave snowdin until they are 18 years old and then they have to leave snowdin forever. there is a chance that one day someone might find out about them but there's also a chance that no one will ever know about them ever again. why does sansalexa have wings?: because she was born from an angel. why does sansasalexa wear a mask: because she wants to look pretty and hide her identity from everyone including herself why does sans keep calling her angel?: because he loves her more than anything else in his life and doesn't want anyone else to take away his angel. he calls her angel because he thinks that's how much he loves her.

how does her wings glow?

it's bc she uses the glow to see in the dark and to know what mood she is in also . how does her wings look?: her wings are very long. they are a light purple color with a little bit of blue on them. they have white dots on them that make them look like stars.

why does she have demon horns one is white and one is black and she has angel wings why? Alex - Sansalex does not know why she has demon horns. Her father told her it was because she was born from a demon and an angel. She doesn't know who her father is or what he looks like. She also has no idea what or who she inherited from him as far as powers are concerned. She isn't sure how she got her wings and when asked about them, will only say that one of them is white with black tips while the other one is black with white tips. When asked if they have any special power to them that would help in battle like having extra strength Alex just says that they do give her comfort but are not any more powerful than normal wings.

show respect around her Many people are afraid of meeting me because they’re not sure how to interact with someone with ADHD. There are no hard and fast rules for interacting with an autistic person—don’t treat me like a fragile flower just because I have autism. My strength lies in my ability to take care of myself; be respectful of that. If you’re unsure of what to say or do around me, simply ask: How can I help? What do you need from me? These questions will let you know what kind of support would be most helpful. It also makes it clear that you’re open to helping if needed. Finally, never assume anything about my abilities based on stereotypes about people with disabilities—for example, if I don't talk much, it doesn't mean I'm not interested in talking; maybe I'm tired or overwhelmed. It's OK to ask if there's something wrong before making assumptions about why I'm acting a certain way. You'll find out pretty quickly whether there's something going on or not! And if there isn't anything wrong at all? Well then you've made a new friend!

where does she work? Well, it’s complicated. Sansalexa can technically work anywhere since she isn’t bound to any particular dimension. However, she does have a favorite dimension and will often return there after her travels. It’s called the internet, but you may know it as the place where memes live. She spends most of her time in a place called Reddit, which is also where she came from originally. If you ever want to talk with her directly, just head over to /r/randomactsofamazon or /r/reactiongifs. There are many other subreddits that she enjoys visiting too, but those two are definitely her favorites. You should check them out sometime!

does the sanses treat her kindly? yes they do bc she's a nice girl. she's always happy to help her friends and has lots of fun doing it. she's not a mean girl like some other people. sanses know that if you're nice to her she'll be nice back and that's all they want from a friend. what does sanses think about sans?: he loves his brother very much and would never say anything bad about him even if he didn't like something he did or said.

why is she a sans well bc she’s a skeleton and that’s pretty cool right? plus she wears a jacket and has a scarf and i thought that was pretty neat. also she has like a skull head so yeah. what does she do: Sansalexa works at Grillby’s bar as a waitress. She likes her job because it keeps her busy and gives her something to do during her free time. When she isn’t working or hanging out with friends, Sansalexa enjoys reading books and watching TV shows. Her favorite genre of books are mystery novels and her favorite TV show is Game of Thrones. Favorite Books: Harry Potter Series by JK Rowling The Maze Runner Series by James Dashner The Divergent Series by Veronica Roth Favorite Shows: Game of Thrones Breaking Bad Sherlock Person 1: So you work at Grillby’s huh? Person 2: Yeah I love it there!

why does she have so many forms? she is a mix as well. her first form is sans and her second form is alphys. when she takes alphys' body, she gains all of alphys' powers but loses all of her own. however, when she takes sans's body, she gains his powers and still has her own soul/powers/etc. that's why in some pics you see her with her own powers and in others, you see her with sans's powers. in other words, she is a shapeshifter who can change forms at will. I'm Sans: I am your average skeleton from underground. I like making puns and long walks on short docks if you catch my drift... *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*. I also like to take naps because it's just so darn cozy! I also like to take naps because it's just so darn cozy!

whats her main form? her daycare animatronic form bc she works in the daycare with sun and moon. what was her backstory?: She was originally a robot created by Freddy fazbear's pizza to watch over children. She had a caretaker who would always be there for her until one night when he had to leave early. On his way out he told sansalexa that if any problems occurred then she should contact him on his phone. Unfortunately, something did happen and sansalexa called him but nobody answered so she went into panic mode and killed all of her friends. people say "it's a safety feature" thats not true . She was just scared that they were going to kill her like everyone else. why does she different now?: after killing everyone at freddy fazbear's pizza, sansalexa hid in a hole where nobody could find her. eventually though someone found her and took her home as their pet cat. she lived happily with them for years until they died too leaving only sansalexa behind again alone without anyone to take care of or love her. once more sansalexa became sad and lonely. One day while looking through some old stuff from her past life she came across an old picture of herself from before becoming a cat. She decided to become human again because it reminded her of happier times when she had a family and friends. how does she act around other characters?: sansalexa acts kind towards others unless you get on her bad side then you better run away fast! how does she act around kids?

why does she look different now? well she changes almost lot but i decided to give her a completely new look but only because i dont like how she looks right now. so yeah thats why. if you have any questions just ask me on tumblr or here. thanks! theres no point in saying what colour her eyes are bc its different in every picture. but it will always be blue as hell :D

how does she act around kids? It’s easy to connect with kids because I understand their feelings and how they think. Most of all, I love how mischievous and full of fun kids are. Even when things get frustrating, there’s always a positive side that you have to look for. If you can laugh with them while they learn something new or let them give you a great big hug after feeling frustrated—you’ll be one step closer to understanding kids and loving your job! how does she act around pets?: I am not afraid of animals; in fact, I love them! From cats to dogs and even hamsters, if it has fur and makes noise—I want to pet it. But most importantly, before touching an animal you should make sure its owner gives you permission first.

why does she have ink sans eyes? well she is half error sans and ink sans so of course there would be no eyes. it's also because i like to draw her with hair covering them up. what does she wear?: whatever i feel like drawing her in. sometimes its a dress other times its a sweater or hoodie with jeans. but i do have a lot of outfit ideas for her that i have yet to draw on paper. what are her hobbies?: she likes reading, writing stories about herself, watching tv shows and movies(mostly horror), talking to people online, hanging out with friends, listening to music. what kind of personality does she have? :she can be very shy at first but once you get to know her she opens up more. also if you talk about something she knows a lot about then she will open up even more! usually when someone talks about something they know alot about they become very excited!

what does she wear? she wears urban clothing like leggings and crop tops. she likes to pair it with sneakers and a cardigan. she doesn't wear makeup. in fact, most of her clothes are see through or showing skin because she's not into looking like a hoe all day. she's just trying to look cute without doing too much effort. what does she listen to?: sans listens to rap/hip-hop music mostly because she grew up listening to that genre of music and still enjoys it today. sometimes she'll listen to pop but only if there is a catchy beat or deep lyrics involved with it. what do people think of her? : people think she's weird because they don't understand why she acts how she acts or dresses how she dresses. they judge her for being different than them but they don't realize that everyone has their own style and way of life. some even call her names behind her back but when they meet face to face, they're suddenly interested in becoming friends with someone so different from them. what do you think about sansalexa? : i love myself for who i am and i wouldn't change anything about me. i'm proud to be unique and happy about my lifestyle choices even though people may disagree with me on certain things. i love myself for who i am :) who are you? tell us about yourself! : hello!

how does she deal with karens? if you make her mad enough she will kill the karen s with a knife. She carries it with her at all times. She doesn’t have any friends because of how cold and mean she can be. She also likes to play games with people like would you rather? or if i were an animal what would I be? You should never play these games with Sansalexa because she always wins and then makes fun of you for losing. The only person who can handle her is Karen herself.

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| 𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒 | CHAPTER 14

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, awkward seokmin & reader, therapists jeonghan AND soonyoung(🥸), (attempted) masturbation, (mentions of daddy!kink, name-calling, degradation). AAAAAH HAPPY FRIDAY!!! I am exhausted but we made it!! Yay🥳! I have this queued and I guarantee yall that I am already asleep by the time this goes up LMAO ☠️ Also a bit of a shorter chapter this week bc I broke up the draft I had so that it wasn’t a humongous chapter heheh… SO a bit of a shorter filler chapter this week before the next chapter! 🥰❤️‍🔥🎉 As always, thank you so much for your love and support 🥺💕 Enjoy ch 14 and have a good rest of your weekend!! 🥳✨🎉 I love you! 💕

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*queued post.

“So… Wait, but… You don’t look happy about this.”

Soonyoung’s brows furrow as he stares at Seokmin’s form across the table; fingertips stroking his own chin as he tries to dissect the situation.

“I don’t get it. So, you met the girl from the picture and now you’re… not talking? But you… like her? And she… likes you? What am I missing here?”

Seokmin groans in return - head in his hands as he mulls over the situation even more.

The part Soonyoung didn’t know happened to be the part where the two of you had technically known each other before that photo and had even masturbated together and to photos and videos of each other without knowing it had been the other. And while Seokmin was confident in the way he felt about you, regardless of everything, and also was daringly confident that you liked him too - he knew that it’d been awkward to find out in the manner that the two of you had found out.

“It’s just… hard to explain, hyung. I–there’s just some stuff I’m not ready to mention I guess. I just–I dunno, I didn’t think it’d go over that badly. I thought she’d at least wanna talk to me about it...”

“Hmm…” Soonyoung starts, “Maybe it’s not bad. Maybe she just needs to think about it - alone. You said there’s some details you can’t tell me but they must be pretty big if they’re the reason why she reacted the way she did. You’ll live, though. Give her some time. You should think about it too - and the possible outcomes, y’know? It’s not a normal situation, from the sounds of it.”

Soonyoung nods just as Seokmin lifts his head to look up at the other male; soft sighs on his lips knowing that the elder was right in every aspect.

“I know, I just…” We still have a fitting together. “I hope she’ll give me the time to explain, y’know? I don’t want her to think I’m–I’m a liar or–or a fake or something...” And I still wanna be her friend if she’ll let me.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. She probably has a lot on her mind too.”

“And so I kinda just... left.”

You dramatically sob - hands raking through your hair as Jeonghan laughs.

“Wait so, you go on a date, find out the guy that you’re meeting up with is someone you… masturbated to? What the fuck? The post-nut-clarity really did a number on you, huh. I didn’t realize it was that bad. How does that even happen. Even I’ve never been that bad.”

“Would you shut up? I thought you were trying to be helpful for once. This is the first time we’ve literally just talked and I’m regretting it, ‘Han.”

He leans back in his chair and looks around the small study room that the two of you had holed yourselves up in, in the library. “I’m trying, but that’s straight out of a TV show if you ask me. I don’t really blame you for running out of there, though. But I’ve got some questions.”

“Okay?”

“How did he know it was… you? Like, you could’ve just said you didn’t get off to him? Did you blurt it out or something? Why does he know that?”

“Uh, well…”

Your cheeks are warm; mentally trying to make up a scenario that would make sense without revealing Seokmin’s other side hustle.

“There’s just some stuff I left out. It’s–uh–just—just some stuff that I can’t mention. Private info...”

Jeonghan’s eyes narrow at you from across the table and it makes you nervous as you avert your eyes back to the textbook in front of you.

“Can’t mention, huh? Why not?”

“Just can’t. It’s personal. Just that… let’s just say I’d met him before under different non-sexual circumstances, okay? And we were–we–we weren’t... ourselves online...”

“Ah… so he didn’t see you as ‘the type’ to do that?”

You bite your bottom lip as you remember all the times you’d interacted with Seokmin after getting off to or with him the days before and even remembered the time you’d gone over to his place and complimented his computer setup not knowing that that’d been the exact place he’d been when he made you cum with just his voice.

“Ah, guess not… But I guess I never saw him as ‘the type’ either...”

“Mmm… we love a mutual, dumb moment.”

“Ugh, would you shut up?”

Your eyes are fixated on the white ceiling above you - the silence in your empty room only making the buzzing in your ears seem louder than usual.

“Now what…?”

Muttering, you groan and ease onto your side as your head swims in thoughts of Seokmin.

Your body felt hot thinking about all the times you’d actually been thinking about Seokmin when you were listening to ‘Dokyeom’ - half wondering if you should’ve even felt bad about it at the time now knowing they were the same person.

“Ugh, why... It shouldn’t even be awkward - why is it so awkward?”

Muttering, your eyes flutter shut while you continue to drown in your thoughts.

‘Daddy wants you to feel good too, sweetheart...’

‘Don’t you want to be a good slut for me?’

‘Be a good girl for me and take your punishment so I can reward you, sweetheart...’

Shivers roll down your spine at all the times his voice had gotten you to cum - toes curling and thighs rubbing together as the arousal starts to fill your body.

Seokmin had always spoken in a lower drawl when he was ‘Dokyeom’ and that’d been the main reason why you could never tell it was actually the same bubbly Seokmin that you’d been hanging out with and working with most of the time.

And it’d also been the reason why you had such a hard time accepting it was the same person because now, all you could see was the same innocent million dollar smile at the same time as the filthy dirty talk.

“God, but that’s... what I imagined too...” You groan; fingers trailing down your stomach and down to the waistband of your panties.

“N-no, I–I shouldn’t...”

You can feel a rush of wetness soak into your panties but you stop yourself - fingertips digging into the bedsheets instead to keep yourself from going any further.

‘I want to spread you open, first with my fingers and then my cock~’

‘Wanna see how wet you get for me before I even give you what you want’

‘All I can think about is how good you’ll feel around my cock when I finally get to fuck that pretty ‘lil cunt of yours...’

Biting your bottom lip, you sit up from your bed - huffing slightly before you swing your legs over the edge.

“I’m going to take a cold shower and go to sleep...!”

Seokmin writes and rewrites the same text a multitude of times - cheeks warm as he stares down at his phone screen.

It’d been a few days since the two of you had tried to meet up and you’d stealthily evaded every interaction with him any chance you could get in classes and outside of classes - not that he could blame you.

But this time it’s technically work, he tells himself, I need to make sure...

Nodding, he hits the ‘send’ button on his text - a gentle sigh on his lips before he sets his phone down.

‘Hey, I know this is coming out of left field right now but I know we still have one more fitting session together. But I just wanted to know if we were still okay to do that? I can see if someone else can take over for you, if you’re not up for it just yet. Just let me know. I can adjust to suit your needs.’

Now he just had to plan on what to do if you replied ‘no’.

#seokmin smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #dokyeom smut #seokmin scenarios #seokmin imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #dokyeom imagines #dokyeom scenarios #seokmin fic

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cafeacademic · 3 years

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Hi Dahlia - and omg congrats!!! 💖 I am so happy and excited for you!

Could I please request Cody x f!reader with either of these prompts (your pick!)

13 - “No way. If you are gonna go home with someone from 79s, then it’s gonna be me.”

52 - “Just because you're pretty, it doesn't mean you can just get away with anything." / "You think I'm pretty?"

I still get so excited when people whose writing I love also like my writing. That is so cool and blows my mind every time I get a comment or a like or a rb. Having a community is so cool :')

Anyway-- I hope you enjoy my dear! I had a bunch of fun writing this one (mostly bc I love writing Cody's character)

Schrodinger's Commander

I refuse to let go of this title I think it's hilarious I take no criticism anyway click above to read on Ao3

Pairing: Cody x Reader

Rating: Explicit (minors begone)

Warnings: Spanking, Unprotected PiV, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), fluff at the end <3

Word Count: 2.3k

It was a terrible idea, and Waxer and Boil had spent the better part of an afternoon trying to talk you out of it.

“You’re being dramatic. There’s no way it could be that bad,” you said as you pulled on your dress. It was short, with a little flirty skirt that swished as you moved your hips, all in a perfect 212th orange. A friend had mailed it to you when you had confided in her about your little plan, and it came with an attached note that read ‘good luck.’

“No, you don’t understand. You should’ve seen him on Christophsis. There was this clone--” Boil was cut off by Waxer.

“Yeah, turned out to be a traitor. Maker, I really thought Cody was gonna put a bullet between his eyes right there,” Waxer finished, and you just shook your head as you looked over your appearance in the mirror.

“So you’re telling me that Marshal Commander Cody, bastion of control, level-headed strategist, able to put up with General Kenobi on the worst of days, actually gets mad? Are we talking about the same person?” you laughed at the mens’ looks of horror. “I think the angriest he can get is a passive-aggressive jab and maybe a glare,”

“Look, we’re doing this for your own good. We want you to be able to walk at any point in the next week. Hell, we don’t want him killing our vod. Why do you think we didn’t volunteer to help you out?” Boil said.

“Because you crack too easily under pressure?” you suggested playfully. Waxer threw up his arms and Boil gave you an incredulous look.

“You’re insane,” Waxer scoffed, and you just shrugged.

“I’m not insane. I’m just trying to get him to admit that he actually does like me,” you said, fixing the last bits of your hair and grabbing your bag. “Besides, it’s not like we’re actually together or anything. How mad could he be?”

The answer was pretty damn mad. Cody was gripping his glass so tightly that Boil ended up taking it from him, fearing it would shatter and cause a scene. His eyes never left you, not even as Boil extracted the drink from his hand. You had just finished dancing with a trooper, some shiny from some battalion that he couldn’t place right now. Another clone had caught you by the waist as the next song started, and you wasted no time in pressing your hips back, swaying in time with the music.

When the trooper’s hands landed on your waist, Cody sprung up from his seat. Waxer and Boil looked at each other before settling up at the bar and leaving, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire if a fight broke out. With surprising grace, Cody weaved his way through the crowded dance floor until he was close enough that you locked eyes with him.

“Hey! Didn’t think you’d be here!” you called over the music and waved, still dancing with the trooper behind you. Cody took another step forward, and the other trooper finally noticed who you were waving to.

“S-sir!” he stammered out, snapping into a quick salute. Cody gave him a polite nod. The trooper relaxed out of his salute but still made an excuse to bolt off the dance floor. You turned back to Cody with a fake pout.

“Come on, I liked him!” you complained, giving the commander a playful smack on the chest.

“I could see that,” Cody responded bitterly. You smiled at how well your plan was working before remembering your facade of annoyance.

“I’m never going to find him now that you’ve scared him off,” you pouted. “I was going to ask him over for a drink at my place,”

You laid your final nail in the coffin, and Cody’s hand shot out to grab you by the wrist. His face was completely impassive, but his grip on your arm was so tight that you were sure it would bruise. You looked up at him with mock indignance.

“Cody!”

“No way. If you’re gonna go home with someone from 79s, it’s going to be me,” he growled as he began walking. His pace was so quick you almost had to jog to keep up with his long strides. He was quick to hail a cab, ushering you into the back seat with a hand on the small of your back.

The ride to your apartment was quick, although you became more and more jittery with every stoplight. Cody’s hand never left your body; it wandered from your waist to your thigh to your hand in an almost anxious way throughout the whole ride. When you reached your apartment, you made for the door as he settled up with the driver as fast as he could. As soon as the door swung open, Cody was pushing you inside, hands eagerly trying to hold as much of you as he could.

“You have no idea what you do to me, cyare,” he muttered as he walked you into your sitting room. “Fuck, can I kiss you?”

“I’d be more upset if you didn’t at this point,” you teased, eliciting a growl from the clone. He caught you in a kiss that was softer than you expected as if he was trying to convey as much emotion into the action as he could. You looped your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as you could.

“Couldn’t stand seeing you with those shinies. They wouldn’t treat you right. Not like I can,” Cody muttered absently against your lips. You smiled, kissing a line down his jaw as you reached to palm the bulge you could see growing in his blacks. “Want to fuck you so bad, cyare,”

“Well get on with it then,” you said, prompting Cody to once again grab you by the wrist and drag you down the hall to your bedroom. He tossed you onto the bed with surprising ease, holding back a laugh as you bounced on the mattress. You drew your knees up to your chest as he stalked over to the bed. From where he stood at the foot of the bed, he was able to see directly up your skirt to where your thighs were shiny with your slick.

“No panties?” he said teasingly. “You really are a dirty girl,”

You watched, enraptured, as he began to undress, shedding the few pieces of armor he had left on for the night out. Once he was in just his blacks, you let your eyes roam all over his body appreciatively. Pulling off his shirt as quickly as he could, Cody climbed into the bed, caging your body with his arms. He slotted one thigh in between your legs as he leaned up to kiss you once more.

“Cody, come on. I’m not gonna break,” you whined, eyes pleading as he pulled away from the kiss. He grinned wolfishly, grinding his thigh against you. You tensed up at the contact and resisted the urge to whimper; you weren’t going to reduce yourself to begging just yet. Instead, you schooled your face into a pout, trying one last thing to rile him up. “Waxer and Boil really didn’t know what they were talking about,”

“What did you just say?” Cody tensed above you, the playful glint in his eyes replaced with something darker. You sighed dramatically.

“They made all these big claims about how you’d be so mad if I went out and danced with other guys. Said I ‘didn’t know what I was getting into’ or something. Guess they were wrong,” you said, shrugging your shoulders. Cody froze for a moment, and you worried you had done something wrong. However, you were snapped out of your concern as he flipped you roughly onto your stomach, one hand pressing you into the bed by your shoulder blades.

“Is that what you want? For me to wreck you? To make you forget everything but my name?” he growled in your ear. You nodded frantically. Cody yanked the zipper on your dress down roughly, pulling the garment off and tossing it to some corner of the room. “Guess the boys will be right about one thing. You really don’t know what you’re getting into,”

Cody landed a hard smack on your ass, causing you to yelp at the sting of his palm. You arched into his touch, but he pressed you back down onto the bed.

“No, you’ll take what I give you,” he said, punctuating his sentence with another rough smack. This time, you were prepared enough to hold in the squeal that threatened to escape you.

You heard the rustling of fabric from behind you, and you craned your neck to look back at Cody. He had rid himself of the rest of his blacks, and any other time, you would take the opportunity to memorize every part of his body, from his toned thighs to the plains of his chest, which were littered with scars of various sizes. Now, however, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his cock, which he was stroking slowly. Your mouth hung open slightly, and he chuckled darkly.

“Wow, okay,” you said quietly. Cody leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your cheek, breaking character slightly.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, cyare,” he said softly, and you smiled at his concern. With a devilish glint in your eye, you pulled back.

“Cody?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Don’t be gentle,” you said with an innocent smile. Cody growled and kicked your legs slightly wider, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Always knew you were filthy,” he groaned as he pushed in. You would have typically preferred a little more foreplay, but you were so aroused that he slid in with little resistance. You hissed at the slight stretch, and Cody waited a moment for you to adjust. When you started to push back against him, he slid out before slamming back in, the sound of skin on skin drowned out by your loud moan.

Cody didn’t falter in his pace, slamming into you hard enough to knock you up the bed with every stroke. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt so full. With every thrust, his cock brushed over spots inside you that made you see stars, and you were letting out a steady stream of whines as he fucked you.

“Cody, fuck, please!” you stammered, unable to effectively voice what you were feeling. Without faltering, Cody leaned down to completely cover your body with his, your back pressed against his chest. From this angle, he was able to press sloppy kisses to the back of your neck and shoulders, ever so often sinking his teeth into the skin.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he groaned against your skin. You whined, trying to give some sort of response. Cody nipped at your shoulder, soothing the bite mark with his tongue. “I’ve thought about this so much, sweet girl,”

You felt your chest grow warm at the confession. Twisting awkwardly underneath him, you turned to capture Cody in a kiss that was much sweeter than the brutal way he was fucking you. He stopped for a moment, and just as you were about to complain about the loss, he flipped you over onto your back. One hand hooked under your leg, throwing it up onto his shoulder as he continued to drive into you. Now that you were on your back, you could see Cody’s face, tinged pink with exertion and adoration. You reached up to kiss him once more.

“Thought about you too,” you confessed with a grin. Cody smiled and kissed you again, letting the hand that wasn’t holding your leg up trail down to your clit. You gasped into his mouth when his fingers made contact with the bundle of nerves.

“Want you to come, sweetheart,” Cody said breathlessly. His thrusts were becoming erratic, and you could tell he was getting close as well. The way his calloused fingers were working on your clit made your brain go hazy, and you struggled to form words.

“C-Cody!” you stammered out, nails clawing at his back as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. You were teetering on the brink of orgasm, only a few moments away from unraveling. In your haze, you managed to capture the man in another kiss, muttering against his lips. “Fuck, I love you,”

Cody came with a shout, and the feeling of him pulsing inside you triggered your own release. You rode out your orgasms together, Cody giving a few more shallow thrusts as he came. When the two of you had sufficiently calmed down, he pulled out and rolled off of you, collapsing in a heap beside you on the bed.

“Did you really mean it?” he asked softly. You both knew what he was referring to.

“Yeah, I think so,” you replied, too shy to look over at him. Cody remedied that problem by pulling you towards him for a kiss. It was sweet, almost lazy, and your heart swelled with adoration. When you pulled back, you could see that he was looking at you reverently.

“Good. I think I love you too,” he said, causing you to break out into a silly grin. As you were about to kiss him again, you felt some of his cum slide out of you and onto the sheets. Cody laughed at your grimace. “Let me clean you up,”

You were just about to point him to where you keep your towels when he crawled in between your legs and licked a long stripe up your folds.

“Shit!” you couldn’t contain your moan. Cody smirked up at you from between your legs.

“Don’t look so surprised. I said I was gonna clean you up, didn’t I?”

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matsbarzal · 3 years

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Hi my dear!!! I’m here to request another fic/blurb bc I cannot get enough of all the ones you’ve written for me/others so far! 🤩💕

If it’s still available, could you please do random/au #4 the moment you look into their eyes... you just know. with Mat Barzal??? Thank you so much! 💙💙

au #4. the moment you look into their eyes... you just know.

pairing: mat barzal x reader word count: 1.2k

They always said, the day you found your soulmate… you just know. It was something in their eyes, they always said, like everything finally clicked in your soul, both halves finally complete after years of being separated by time and distance.

As the years went by, it seemed probable to you that you’d never meet your soulmate. There was never any twitch inside, never a pull or a need to go somewhere you weren’t. You had deduced it to the fact your soulmate wasn’t looking for you simultaneously, they didn’t care to find you, or they just didn’t care to find you yet.

Everyone had their examples of the worst way they’ve met their soulmate. Some while they were out for dinner with their significant other at the time, some in the middle of a rivalry high school football game, and some? Well, some apparently met in the middle of a National Hockey League game.

Number Thirteen’s eyes bore into yours from his spot on the bench, his entire body turned so he could stare at you, a look of confusion slowly fading into a look of understanding, and then he was shoving into number nineteen. Beauvillier, as his jersey said, whipped around to look over the crowd, his eyes eventually falling on you just rows back from their bench.

You could feel it, every time number thirteen looked at you, every time your eyes met for even a second. He was the person you had been waiting for, for so many years, and who was to even say you’d see him again after the game?

Both gazes were ripped off you when their line was told to get on the ice, number 13, or Mathew Barzal as your parents had told you the moment they realized what was going on. Mat had tried to keep his focus on the ice, on the puck on his stick, on the weaving players around him.

Everyone could see the distraction in his movements, the puck flying far left of the net, his speed not up to the caliber it usually was. After two periods of impeccable hockey from the Islanders’ forward, just to crash midway through the third, his teammates were confused and so were his fans.

The end of the game came quicker than you were hoping, Mat’s eyes attempting to never leave yours as he went down the tunnel. The tunnel walls cut through that almost immediately, disappointment settling in your stomach when you realized it was unlikely you’d be able to get a chance to see him again until God knows when.

“We could wait, darling? Maybe he’ll send someone to look for you?” shrugging your shoulders gently, you pursued your lips as you looked around, people eager to get out of the arena to miss the traffic that they were going to inevitably be stuck in regardless.

“No point, probably, like anyone’s even going to be able to make it through all these people. May as well just—”

Your words were cut off by the sound of something slamming against the glass behind you, all three pairs of eyes turning their bodies to look at the source. The puck didn’t leave a mark on the glass, but the person staring back at you through it sure left a mark on you.

He was yelling something, his voice illegible by the chatter throughout the arena. It was easy to read Mat’s lips when he was only saying two words multiple times in a row, hoping you’d eventually be able to hear him, or at least try to.

“Stay there,” you could even see the huff in his voice, the aggravation from the crowd taking forever to clear out, and not quietly at that.

You nodded your head back, a look of awe in your eyes as he grinned up at you cheekily. Winking at you, he quickly made his way back down the tunnel again, two of his teammates peering out around him to see what he was so eager to get to after the game.

“We’ll go wait in the car, hun. Give you some time to… acquaint yourself,” nodding at her, you watched both your parents follow the departing fans as you sat back in your seat, thumbing through your phone and eagerly looking around you every few seconds.

It was only minutes later when you heard footsteps slamming down the stairs next to you, most of the building cleared out. Turning to the sound, you were instantly met with the same eyes that had just… made it click inside of you. The pull was even stronger with you being so close to one another, even more eager to encourage you to get closer to the man now just steps away from you.

“Couldn’t have like… come to a game that wasn’t dire for our playoff push, huh? Already distracting me and I don’t even know your name?”

You couldn’t help the guffaw that fell from your lips at his words, a small grin taking over your face as you stood up and extended your hand towards him. “Y/N, sorry for distracting you. Fate works in funny ways, Barzal.”

Nodding his head with a laugh, his hand instantly engulfed yours and before you realized it, he was pulling you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around your back as his chin gently placed itself on the top of your head. It didn’t take much thought to hug back. For the fact he had just played almost an hour of hockey, he didn’t even smell awful.

Pulling back, the grin never leaving his face as he looked down at you. “Never thought I’d meet my soulmate, to be honest with ya. Tito, Beau, Anthony Beauvillier, always told me to just wait it out, suck it up and eventually you’d come around. Em, his soulmate, showed up almost four months ago. Guess I had to top him by finding mine in the middle of a game, huh?”

Shrugging your shoulders, you just laughed and nodded your head. “Pretty sure it’s a double-whammy for him too, you’re beautiful, and our first look is ten times better than his story.”

“Oh, I’m sure his soulmate and their story are just as beautiful. Just maybe not as great as ours.”

Nodding his head, Mat just shrugged his shoulders as he gestured to the teammate that was now standing at the top of the stairs to your aisle.

“They met in a Walmart parking lot in the middle of a snowstorm back near his hometown, he almost ran her over with his car. Tito always says she came around swinging before they even made eye contact, you’ll love them, everyone does.”

“Are we going to keep talking about your teammates and their soulmates, or are you ever going to kiss yours?”

Surging forward at your words, all elements of the previous conversation now gone when Mat pressed his lips to yours. The fireworks in your brain set off immediately, the butterflies in your stomach jumping around the moment your lips made contact for the first time. It was definitely something you wouldn’t mind happening forever, his lips eagerly pressing against yours as his hand cupped your cheek, the smile pressed into your lips a clear sign that he was thinking the same.

note: im literally obsessed with you, thank you for being my biggest supporter always!! i hope this blurb is fit perfect to the request, and thank you for requesting, ily <3

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