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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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helloooo have a messy scribble page of oc concepts. unfortunately, im in love and will now proceed to ramble At Length

but before that! rudimentary height chart!

all i know rn is Mairy - the cow - is about the same height as Howdy/Barnaby/Poppy (around 8ft), Hettie & Daisy are in the Wally/Julie/Sally category (around 3ft), and Jesterly is more Frank/Eddie (around 4ft). Derry Drake is fuckoff huge, and Casey is... idk really. tall but not That tall

so. rambles. i... have those, yeah

Mairy Love - she/her - lesbian a gorgeous white/blue cow! originally she was gonna be pink/white, but blue/white is my favorite color combo and honestly? it's dairy colors to me. she's big! she's strong! she's very gentle and sweet but also takes shit from no one, even though she doesn't like confrontation much (unless its playful roughhousing! jokes fly completely over her head! i'm thinking she tends to a lovely orchard of various fruit trees, and probably cultivates some crops for fun as well. maybe seasonal ones? pumpkins for the spooky season, fir trees for those snowy days, etc.

Casey J. Mittens - he/him - aro this orange fella is scaredy cat central! unfortunately for him, he's also curious to a fault! curiosity killed the cat, and he fears the day that rings true for him! he'd rather curl up at home or in a cozy tree, crocheting something cute from one of his many balls of yarn than do anything else. he tries to be a voice of reason, but is too easily convinced otherwise. he's that friend who says "we shouldn't be doing this" as he wholeheartedly assists in the shenanigan in question.

Hettie (currently undecided) - she/her - bi true to her honeybee heritage, Hettie is a florist! she boasts an impressive array of flowers that she tends to like her life depends on it. she's always running around to make sure they're all getting the best care - and she's always checking in on her pals to make sure they're taken care of, too. she's a busy bee who wouldn't know a day's rest if it stung her on the ass! It takes a lot to make her mad, but everybody better watch out when her wings start buzzing

Daisy Hop - she/him - pan i actually created Daisy as a supplementary character for a certain au, but realized i could find a place for her in this little group. i'm thinking he runs a little shop - a roadside stall, more like - where she can both sell her own homemade candy & his friends' stuff! she's the only one in the group that can keep up with Hettie's energy, and even surpass it at times. though unlike Hettie, Daisy knows how to take (and appreciate) a break!

Jesterly - whatever/is/funniest - Derry a menace. they love pranks above all else, oftentimes at the expense of others. he's always up to something and is never not scheming something! there's always Someone to bother! in all honesty she's more like an annoying stray cat that no one can get rid of... and they better not try, or they'll face the wrath of this fool's Very large partner! The jester's cap never comes off, and neither does the mask!

Derry Drake - they/them - Jesterly there's no sugarcoating it - Derry is a big lazy grump! it's almost impossible to get them out of their cave, or off of any place they decide to nap. the only thing that can reliably get them moving is the promise - or prospect - of food. it's a wonder how they've accumulated such a hoard of random things in the back of their cave, seeing as they rarely get up at all. they're incredibly nearsighted and bite first, ask questions later - after all, who knows if the colorful blob in front of them is food or not! better to be safe than hungry!

currently in my mind they have their own little community deep in the woods. Daisy lives in a modified burrow, Maisy has a cute farmhouse, Casey lives in a cozy treehouse, Hettie has a small cottage, and Derry & Jesterly live in a cave. within their community, they share practically everything. want a snack? pluck something from the orchard. need a new pair of mittens? ask Casey! i suppose you could say they're communists <3 (except for Daisy. she won't charge his friends, but anyone else is free game)

Mairy and Hettie have romantic tension, Daisy and Derry are the only ones who can tolerate Jes, Mairy wants Jes dead, Casey is terrified of Derry, Daisy's rapid-fire speech confuses everyone but Hettie, etc. i should make a chart for funsies...

#if i want to get realllly out of my comfort zone #i could talk about how my brain automatically started going 'ok this is how they interact with The Neighbors'#but i think. ill save that for now #listen listen for my whole life ive always kept my fan-ocs expressly separate from canon characters #i either put them far away from the action or in a different point in time entirely #but i can. i can have fun? with this maybe? its just a silly side thing... im playing with dolls...#i have Thoughts...#scribble salad #wh oc #welcome home oc #mairy will sometimes crush Difficult To Crush things to intimidate choice people #she's intimidating and she knows it! she'd rather be nice but sometimes a bitch has to get smacked #mairy: im a pacifist #mairy: *loading shotgun* however-#derry often steals casey's yarn for their own hoard #so casey has to go steal it back (or ask for it. either way derry makes a fuss)#I LOVE THEM. FUCK #i dont need any more ocs please... i already have several hundred...

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kivino · 5 months

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MORE ROOMMATE!SOAP PRETTY PLEASEEE!!!!!

ROOMMATE!SOAP HEADCANONS

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Word counter - ~900 words

Tags/Warnings - pure fluff!

A/n - ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE ANON <33 i can't really post a complete fic rn because i'm working on another midterm essay so here y'all go! I also have another fic with Roommate!Soap planned out, so stay tuned sdkflskdfjs

You two met through his sister, you, being her college friend, visited her and her family during breaks many times, and that’s where you met Soap. You two were on pretty good terms, and he would sometimes call you when he or his family were not able to get ahold of his sister when she would go out to parties (usually accompanied by you). However, the two of you became roommates only later in the future, when he decided that he didn’t want to live with his family anymore, but leaving an apartment all empty for months on end would just be foolish. So that’s when he decided he needed someone to co-exist with, and you casually made your way into his life.

Whole Task Force 141 plus Laswell know about you, because of how homesick he gets sometimes! And you don't always respond to messages, you have your own life after all (plus, Soap knows you're not good with texting back, so he tries not to pressure you). However, unintentionally he starts to remember or mention you in unrelated conversations. And that's how everyone around him knows that it's time for him to go on his leave.

Not a lot of people are allowed to call him Johnny. He still gives his older sisters shit for calling him that sometimes. You and Ghost, however, are both allowed to do it. Not like his discontent would’ve stopped you though.

More often than not talks about you in a way that makes it appear like the two of you are together, with how he’s all smiles during these conversations. Describes you like he’s an infatuated teenager and then gets confused when someone assumes Soap is talking about his significant other. It's not that he is oblivious to his feelings, or a dumbass, of course not, it's that his feelings lasted for so long that it's very much normal to him and he doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary with it.

The love language that you both share is bullying and insulting each other relentlessly. Soap is less harsh with his words, but you’re just merciless. Sometimes it also grows into play fights and roughhousing between you. Soap tries to be careful, because he knows that he’s stronger (he’s in the military, duh), but he still won’t go down without a fight. So he goes easy on you.

We know that Soap has a whole sketchbook, filled to the brim with many drawings of various quality, his thoughts, and different garbage he picks up when he has the opportunity. A pretty leaf? Snatch. A random receipt from when you got groceries with him together? Snatch. A note you scribbled for him to finally wash his damn dishes? Sad snatch. When he's on leave he takes the opportunity to sketch you as much as possible, so he remembers every single detail of your face, the expressions you make, or the way you position your body. Soap does it to be able to replicate it when you’re not around him. He has millions of sketches where you’re napping on the couch.

When he’s absentmindedly doodling something during the briefings and meetings he draws small figures that resemble Task Force and you. One time he bought some colored pens so he’s not bored out of his mind on base, and the assigned color to draw you was blue, while he drew himself with a red pen. Gaz got green and Ghost he draws using a black pen, both Laswell and Price share the fact that Johnny draws them with a pencil.

One of the small traditions that you have when he’s on leave, is cooking something for each other while some show you’re not paying attention to plays in the background. The kitchen in the apartment is pretty modest, so two people cooking and moving around at the same time is a bit too much for such a small amount of space. When you get too into the process of mixing or cutting something and Soap needs to squeeze past you, he gently puts a hand on your lower back and you instantly know what he wants, because of how much he does it. It’s never arrogant or invasive, instead, it’s gentle and a bit playful.

Johnny’s very sociable and likes going out to drink frequently. You, however, prefer to not get involved in his escapades as often, so you stay home, instead telling him to call whenever he needs you to pick him up. On multiple separate occasions, when he came back home a bit tipsy, he would stumble into your room and fall on your bed, getting knocked out almost in a second. Soap’s snoring is pretty loud when he’s drunk or has a stuffy nose. Plus, he’s as heavy as a damn rock and you can’t move him because of it, so instead you sleep on the couch, sacrificing the health of your back for Soap’s sweet dreams.

Johnny is pretty good with his hands. If anything broken needs fixing, or anything heavy needs lifting he’s always happy to help. He’s also a decent cook, so if you’re not feeling like cooking dinner after you’re back home from work he’s ready to throw something together for you no problem. Partially because he knows that you’d do the same for him if he asked. And, well, he just cares about you. He’s ready to cook dinner for you for the next decade if it means you’ll feel better.

Your texts with him are filled to the brim with stupid videos and photos you send each other. If Johnny sees something that reminds him of you, what you like, or some random inside joke – you best believe he’s already snapping a photo and sending it to you.

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wulvert · 24 days

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my familys dog was put down today/yesterday its 1am now but like. it was today. idk. & im uhh devastated, she was the best dog & i will miss her so much. Idk how to be normal abt that, we got her when i was 10 & im 20 now. its been like ah my dog is dying for a year now (she hasnt been suffering dont worry) but now she is actually dead & that sucks a lot. she was always really easy to draw & id idly fill sketchbooks & shopping lists with unflattering scribbles of her but that seems unfair now. i guess im really glad to have jasper rn, hes annoying & needy which is good bc i live alone & i need a living thing to bother me atm, hes not as simple to draw.

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someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae · 9 months

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✧⁠*⁠。a game afternoon with Ateez

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Ateez x Reader

Warnings: None

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You were bored. Very bored. You were sitting in your room, staring at the wall. 'Uhg what should I dooooo' you thought. Then you heard someone shouting something, you didn't understand a whole sentence properly but you heard the word 'fun' and went to the door. "How did I get here? Ahh nevermind" You said and went to the living room where the other eight boys were. Well, you stopped at the door, staring at the things in front of you.

"Woow..." was the only word that left your mouth.The room was full. And not that there were many people, only the eight Ateez members, there were so many activitys. (Sorry I described it but the text got deleted and I'm lazy🫠) And in the middle of all these things there were eight boys with a proud look on their faces. "Y/nahhh look what we didddd" San said. "You did awesome job! Bit why'd you do this?" you asked curiously. "We were bored" Jongho said and smirked.

"Woow... Well, same" you replied and smiled at the boys. "Great!" Yeosang was happy. "Then let's play a gameeuuuu" he said. "What game Sangie?" the captain asked. "Let's play UNO for the start." the pretty boy said. (I'm sorry, they're all prettier than Heaven 🥹🥺) Everybody agreed. You sat between Yeosang and San and you all enjoyed the time together. After like 10 minutes you placed down a +4 card. "YAHHHHH i was going to win!' San gave you an angry but playful glare.

He layed down his one card on the table and reached his arms for you. He wrapped one arm around your upper body, pinning your arms on it and started to poke all over your midsection with his free hand. "AAAAAAHHHahahaha Saniehehhehe nahaahhahaah" you squirmed and tried to escape the cute devil while the other members just laughed at you or blushed. "I'll just make you regret it" San pouted. Then he dig his fingers in your hips and you squirmed and squealed more. "AAAAHAHAHHA noohohoho moohohohore I'm sahhahhaharyyyy pleasehehe" you begged BUT he didn't mind. Just until Wooyoung attacked San himself and squeezed his side to get him let you go. San squealed and fell over in Wooyoungs lap, a giggly mess. *😭*

Wooyoung laughed and slapped his arm, then he pushed San into a sitting position where said boy took his card and then four new cards too. "Green" you said as Wooyoung asked what colour you wish. You put you feet in Yeosangs lap and continued the game. Like other 10 minutes later you had another +4 card. But you wanted to win and it was you second last card. So you put it down, now Yeosang had to take four new cards.

"YAAAAAHHHHH" he also yelled. But his plans were much more evil. He locked your feet with one leg but you didn't mind it. You continued to play when Yeosang suddenly placed a single finger in your sole. You tried to pull your feet back but he locked them. You now tried to comunicate with him but he didn't even look at you. His finger traced a line up and down your sensitive sole and you curled your toes. Then he lighly scribbled on your feet and you were giggling and giggling. And he didn't stop for the rest of the game, only to take a card, and then continued.

And you were a giggly mess the whole game long. And the rest of the game was like 20 minutes bcz you were so many people. (fuck what did I write I'm so flustered rn🫠) At the end of the game Yeosang won. And as he finally, FINALLY stopped, you layed down exhausted. You tried to catch your breath again. But San had enough energy to be pouty that he didn't win and went over to Yeosang to punish him.

Said Guy was standing randomly in the room and San back hugged him. Then he took light kisses on his neck and Yeosang leaned forwards to escape Sans lips. But San also clawed over Yeosangs tummy now and Yeosang laughed as soon as he started. He barely managed to stand, only bcz San was still holding him. He laughed and laughed and only stopped after like 5 minutes of San punishing him. San opened his arms and Yeosang fell on the floor, still giggling.

San smirked and went to Wooyoung while you went to Yeosang to help him stand up. He took your hand and stood up. "Guysss let's play Nintendo nowww" Mingi said. "Yeahhhh" you shouted and Everybody agreed.

You decided to play mario card and choose the Teams. It was You, Wooyoung, San, Yunho and Seonghwa VS. Jongho, Mingi, Yeosang and Hongjoong. Your team chose Wooyoung and Yunho to play vs. Jongho and Hongjoong.

The game was pretty well for your team, Wooyoung and Yunho won. For the second round there were San and Seonghwa vs. Yeosang and Mingi. San and Yeosang won, Mingi and Seonghwa lost.

So it was 3:3. The last round would decide the final winner, so it was you vs. Yeosang.

You tried your best and you were better than Yeosang but suddenly you felt two sneaky hands poking your sides from behind and you lost your focus. You squirmed and tried to focus again but those hands were so ticklish you couldn't stand it.

Only a few meters before the finish line, you were like 10 meters before Yeosang, Someone scribbled your sides up and down under your hoodie and you couldn't stand the ticklish Sensation. You fell back to protect yourself, exploding in giggles. Your avatar immediately stopped and Yeosang took his chance and won. "Nohohohoho stahahahahap he woohohohon" you begged to the unknown ler. He stopped and Jongho pulled you in his lap, rubbing the ghost tickles away.

You playfully poke him in the tummy. "That wasn't neccecary!" You pouted. "It. Was. You. Were. About. To. Win." He smirked and with every word he gave you a poke where ever he could reach. "Yahhhaha" you giggled and stood up to escape the evil maknae.

"Not my fault that Yeosang is that bad at gaming" you smiled innocently. "YAHH" The introverted singer jumped up and ran to chase you. "Ahhhhh" you shrieked and ran through the room to escape the green haired boy.

But - surprise - he was way faster than you and chased you after only like two minutes of you two running through the whole appartment. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lifted you up as if you were a feather. Then he carried you - you were very squirmy - back to the living room and shook you to the left and right. You giggled nonstop and tried to apologize but he had so much fun, he was just as giggly as you.

"Ahahahah Yeosaaaaaang staaahahahp I'm sahaharyyyyyyyhyhhy" "Nahahha you're NOT!" he said and held you - not shaking anymore - and bite you into the neck. "Aaahahhaahah" you flinched bcz it was surprising ticklish. "What was that~ " he teased. "Are you maybe..." he did it again. "Nohoho Yeosangggg staahahhap I'm really sohohohryyyyy" you begged but he found it funny to nuzzle and bite in your neck before letting you go.

"Ahhhh" you groaned, rubbing your neck. "Okay, now that Sangie is done, what do u want to play next?" Wooyoung asked everyone. "Let's play Twisterrrrr" San said.

"YEEEEHAAAW" Seonghwa shouted. Everyone gave him a very suspicious look ... Expect ... Hongjoong who was giggling his heart out about this DAMN cute reaction. You all fell in his laughter and soon you all had laughed your ass off.

Only Seonghwa pouted a bit. "It wasn't that funny :( " he said. "Ihihihit was" Hongjoong said and lightly poke him into the side to cheer him up. A smile formed on his Hyung's face and the big group moved to the Twister game.

"Okay Teams deciding!" Seonghwa ordered. You decided to go with You, Jongho, Wooyoung, Seonghwa and Hongjoong vs. Mingi, Yeosang, Yunho and San.

The Twister game was extra big since it was designed for 8 people. The first round was You, Seonghwa and Jongho vs. Yunho, Mingi and Yeosang. You all stood around the game plate, getting ready for the first round. Hongjoong turned the wheel for you.

"Y/n left foot Yeosang" You went to the matching side and took your left foot on Yeosangs paper-face.

"Yahh...~" Yeosangie whined.

-15 minutes later-

Struggle. You were struggling to keep your body stretched, not falling down. There only were Yunho, Jongho and you left. Jongho had an easy position, he was just like sitting bcz his feet and hands were on four points next to each other (two in one row, two in the next row) but you and Yunho were struggling bcz you were like standing into each other.

One of your hands was between Yunho's, his leg was next to your head, and your head was under his chest. But your back was exposed, directly peeking out under Yunho's.

San was walking around the tree of you, Hongjoong was still turning the wheel. "Y/n right hand Seonghwa" he said. You searched for a Seonghwa and found one directly under your chest. You lifted your hand and put it on the Seonghwa face under you.

But then you felt a pole in your side and struggled to keep still. But you even managed to keep silent! (Cheers) But you flinched. You looked back and saw San smirking down at you.

'Oh no' you thought but he was yet not doing anything. Yunho now had to move an arm directly next to yours, under your torso.

But THEN San started to claw over your ribs and sides, up and down, over your tummy and hips too. You really tried. (Y'all did you watch the tword moment where Woo tworded Yeosang in the twister game to make him loose? Imagine it like this)

But you failed. "Ahahhaah nhooohohho stoohohohop it's enough pleahahahse" but he showed no mercy AND you were easier to cheat on than Jongho. He was good in revenge. Way too good.

Well, the sunshine reached his goal and you fell down. But what he didn't expect was that you fell on Yunhos arm and took him accidently down with you. So you both fell down, holding each other.

"Noooooo" Mingi, Yeosang and San shouted, while Hongjoong, Jongho, Seonghwa and Wooyoung cheered and partied. "Yassssss well done Y/n!!!" Woo said and took your hand to help you stand up.

As you were on your feet again, you took Yunho's hand to help him. The second round was Hongjoong, Wooyoung and Jongho vs. Mingi, Yeosang and San.

It went good, Yeosang's team won bcz this time Yunho tworded Wooyoung to make him struggle. And it worked ~

At this time it was 8pm. "Y'all should we order some food?" you asked. "Yeah sure! What about Pizza?" Jongho asked. "I lOvE pIzZa!" You shouted and the others too.

Honjoong ordered nine pizzas for you and they said it will be delievered in 30 minutes. The boys looked at each other and went into Seonghwa and Hongjoong's room to talk about something.

"Hey what are you doing now?" you asked curiously. "No- Nothing Sweetheart" Mingi answered and you pouted as they all went in and left you out. You went to the sofa and turned on the TV as you were bored now, and pouty.

You changed the programm to a K-Drama you were currently watching. This calmed you down a bit.

After exactly 30 minutes the door bell rang. You did not react, you were too focused on the drama. You heard Woosan going down to get the pizzas and Seonghwa and Hongjoong came to the sofa, placing themselves on each side of you, Seonghwa on your right, Hongjoong on your left.

"Hey, what are you watching?" the tiny leader asked. "Nothing" you simply responded. You pouted again. "Are you seriously mad at us for leaving you out?" Hwa asked. "Yes" You said.

"Ohhh c'mon we're sorryyyyy" he said, lightly shaking your shoulder. "Nooo" you said.

"Yessss" Hongjoong said and started to squeeze your knee. "Yahaahha noohoo stoohoohooop" you tried not to laugh but you failed (a bit ...?) Seonghwa smirked, checking Hongjoongs plan.

He dug his fingers - out of all sudden - into your hips, making you squirm like a madman. "NAAAAAAHAHA STAAHAHAHAP" you screamed as your worst spot was attacked. "I'M SOOHOHOHORY I ACCEEHEHPT YOUR APOOLGIE AHAAHAHAHA" you screamed and they switched to only light twording, Seonghwa scribbling and clawing over your right ribs, sides and tummy and his bandmate scribbling, spidering and clawing over your left midsection.

They nearly destroyed you with those soft twords and you really enjoyed these. You were so soft for those big babies. "Ahaahhahahaha" you giggled and grabbed a pillow to burry your face in.

They only heard your muffled laugher but they found it adorable.

They tworded you for minutes, until Yeosang came to rescue you. He sat behind his elder Hyung and tworded Hwa back, so he fell behind, being a giggly mess and you were able to escape and tword Hongjoong back.

At least a bit until he ran away and hid under the table. You squeezed his side softly but he jumped back and ran away. Yeosang had stopped to tword his Hyung and said Singer jerked away from him, wiping his tears away. Your heart melted. (fck how can humans be that cute 😭 i always thought babies are cute but i say aww mich more often watching ateez/ kpop in general as watching children🥲😭😭)

But Seonghwa ran after Hongjoong and took him away from the table. He carried his tiny leader in his strong arms and was biting softly into his tummy, what made Joong giggle so much. (why can I imagine this so well😭)

"PIZZA IS HEREEEEEE" Wooyoung and San shouted and everyone went to the table. Woosan put the nine pizzas on it and sat down, just like Yeosang, Yunho, Jongo, Mingi, Hongjoong.

Seonghwa and you looked at each other and rolled your eyes. Then you went in the kitchen and carried pizza cutter, coke bottles and sprite to the table, as well as tissues. After you ate, it was 9:38 pm and you were tired and exhausted by the twording and the games.

So you all together decided to watch a movie together and then go to bed. You didn't matter about what movie you're gonna watch, but Hongjoong was passionate about the last Avengers part so you turned on this one. You all made yourself comfy on the couch and gave everyone crisps and gummies.

You leaned against Mingi, who wrapped an arm around your shoulders and held you. Then he softly moved his fingers up and down your shoulder, but it was so sleepy and comfy and SOFT that it still tickled, but it was bareable and you liked it. And it made you so sleepy...

- Next morning -

It was so comfy. Where ever you were. No, seriously, you didn't know. But you felt something warm on your side. You opened one eye and realized that you were in Mingi's room, cuddling with Mingi himself.

He was still sleeping, but he has wrapped one leg around your's, one arm under your head and the other was laying on your waist. You smiled and hugged him back and closed your eyes again.

Your head was replaying the last evening and you realized that it has been one of the best days of your life. You smiled more and fell back asleep again.

Later you woke up by a weird feeling on your skin. Someone was clawing over your tummy. Your head checked it and you softly exploded in giggles and tried to make those hands go away. You finally opened your eyes and saw Yunho sitting next to you, smiling softly down at you.

Mingi was still hugging you ,but he was awake now, smiling brightly in awe as he found you so cute. "Awwww~ Good morning sweetheartie" he said and Yunho stopped.

"C'mon, breakfast! It's 1pm btw" he laughed and told you two to hurry up. Mingi and you laughed together and went to the others to have your breakfast.

✿End✿

A/n: Okay That's it... I really hope you like it 💕 I was a bit flustered writing it bcz i still feel insecure about it but thank you for reading it 🫶🏻Love uuu~ Baiiii 💛💚💙💜🖤

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craacked-splatters · 3 months

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"I know"

"Do u want to see what I added today?"

"Sure buddy"

(insane rambling below!)

Scrapbooks! Scrapbooks! Hell yeah!!

Hello to the 5 ppl seeing this👋 Ima be real Im running on 7 hours of sleep after 5day grind brain mushy rn and I scribbled everything maniacally by memory at 3am after having one of those revelation moments so I have no idea what I'm missing lmao. This is actually the first time drawing them like this 2. Really proud of it

and B4 u ask anything hear me out.

So like tmnt2012 mutant apocalypse am I right?

Yeah it's flawed and pacings off and stuff BUT! The implications it left behind are haunting and it has been stuck in my brain for years. One of the things that stuck with me was the fact that Raph and Don had stuff like April's tessen, Mikey's stuffed bear head, The Creeps containment jar, and Casey's skull(horrifying btw) with them and that it's like :((

I fully believe it was Donnie who collected and carried them everywhere in their car. Not only for Raph(to help with this memory)but also for himself.

Why? Well maybe I'm reading 2 much into it and it's also partly a HC of mine but also bc canonically Donnie has a bit of a hoarding habit collecting trinkets and pictures and stuff. He likes to keep things around that hold a lot of significant value to him.

We see this in The Creeping Doom during the intro

AND I swear he's got a literal wall of family photos in his lab somewhere I can't for the life of me find it but I know he did! He even took some to the farmhouse with him when they escaped during the invasion.

They're memories yk? Reminders..

Ok im having difficulty expressing this shit rn words r failing so like give me ur brain 4 a sec.

Imagine ur donbot.

You're stuck in a cold metal limbo for the rest of ur last remaining family members life. Everything and everyone you knew and cared about is dead and gone. Over thousands of species and ecosystems that made ur world unique wiped out. No more animals no more wild things no more blue clear skys. Death can't come for you. Not in a way that matters anymore.

And no matter where u go you are haunted by shadows of what once was. There are so many echoes and ghosts and cultures and stories and lives that were buried & left to rot by the gaping maws of fear & the desperate need to survive. No one cares for the past and the only other person around you can't remember it. Time will claim its domain again and there will be nothing left except empty metal husks to show sentience even existed in the first place.

Like holy shit he was just a kid bro and he never got the chance to even reach full adulthood!!! I can't possibly imagine the grief and guilt he must've carried with him all those years. He lost EVERYTHING

His family. His home. His world.

Did Donnie even get the chance to mourn??? Do u think his new body allowed it? Do u think he even ALLOWED himself to mourn? He had a hurt amnesiac brother who still needed to eat, who could still starve and bleed and die if they weren't careful enough.

So between his habits and the ✨Angst✨ and human pollution, him hoarding random ass things Wall-E style and making these shitty little scrapbooks or keepsakes didn't seem so far fetched to me. I also highly doubt there was enough time or resources to build shrines or graves in the middle of apocalypse. But yk honoring/preserving the memories of the things and ppl we love is natural for us so like SORRY if its a bit cringe of me wanting him to have SOMETHING to comfort him during the really bad days.

Even if its more bitter than sweet

Bonus doodads cuz I was indecisive:

The 1st was purple tinted cuz of donbot vision get it hehehe

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gladdygirl18 · 5 months

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Okay okay so uhmmmm..... I feel like I'm gonna cry from how happy and loved I feel rn...... 🥹🥹🥹💖💖 (blue me, pink GF)

So yesterday night, my GF, our 2 friends, and I were watching Fairy Tail (the GMGs specifically), and I started teasing my GF about something that's gonna happen later on in the show (lovingly, ofc). When I got back from getting something to drink, I walked up to my GF and smiled, being a brat. She scoffed and held out her hand (does this whenever she wants me to sit next to her or on her lap). I took her hand and she yanked me onto her lap. A few seconds passed and she started poking my sides before she really started tickling, scribbling across my sides and kissing my neck (I was so happy 🥰😊💖)

When all was said and done, the match between Mirajane and Jenny started and ngl..... I got a bit jealous cuz IK how much my GF loves Mirajane as well as a lot of other women in Fairy Tail..... and it kinda got under my skin. When I told her this before we went to bed, she started teasing me about it, saying "Karma" before tickling me AGAIN 😳💖 (it made me feel better)

Later on that night, I randomly asked my GF, "How do you do it?" She replied with "WDYM?" "I know we're together and normally asking for things or expressing our concerns helps better our communication skills, but..... it's hard for me, y'know?" "Asking for what... in what regard? You mean when I~....?" (Rated R stuff I won't get into) "Not just that, it's...."

Bro when I tell you this conversation was so flustering omgggg 😳🤭🫣 but it has a good ending

"Often times when I'm sad or upset, I.... sometimes want to ask you to.... tickle me cuz it'll cheer me up but.... it's really hard to do that...." My GF turned over and said, AND I QUOTE, "Well, why don't we come up with a word or phrase to tell me you want that, even if there are... prying eyes...."

BROOOOO WTFFF 😳😳😳 I SWEAR TO FUCK I THOUGHT I WAS DREAMING WHEN SHE SAID THAT!!!! 🫣🥰🥹💖I AM LITERALLY LIVING OUT MULTIPLE TICKLE FANFICS RN WTFFFF💖💖💖💖

After some thinking, we settled on the phrase "necesito sonreir" which means "I need to smile." Simple yet effective

I swear to fuck I have never been more happy in my life rn, omggggg.💖🫶🏾🥰 Now whenever I want tickles (whether I'm in a good mood or bad mood) I just say that phrase and I get tickles. Omgggg I'm legit tearing up rn, broooo🥹🥹🥹

Yeah so that's my little TT (tickle tea) for the week. I'll probably post more if anything happens after this. Might make a series off this who knows, I'll start tagging these as #tickle tea stories

Tagging the fwends: @giggly-squiggily @cutesmokes @burningablaze @lovelymessybubbly @otomiyaa @sunstone-smiles

#tickle story #irl story #tickle tea stories

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quandaryqueen · 1 year

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Masters of Fear Crane and a dropout reader who needs help studying to get back into school and maybe has a little crush but we have to focus rn no time for all that please

Study Date

Masters of Fear Jonathan Crane X Reader

Jonathan battling his feelings? Mmm that's the shit.

🧡 Above all else, he is fucking understanding of your circumstances. School in difficult enough with the some of the teachers being unsupporting, neglecting, power-tripping, minor mistakes-policing, close-minded individuals who discourage students from chasing their dreams. Add in the students themselves who are the absolute best at bringing out the worst of you, but with teachers doing nothing to stop it, those said students continue to persist at pestering you. Then there were your domestic circumstances of course. Jonathan is not that all good with showing his emotions, but he hopes you know that he is not judging you for dropping out and he is understanding of your reasons.

🧡 Since you're showing interest in returning to school, he highly encouraged you, but with you asking him to help you? Well that he can do... Um... In your house? Just the two of you? Alone? In your room? Ahem. Uh... Right, right... He can do that, sure...

"Right... First year, first sem, these are the subjects and here are my notes." Jonathan handed you his old notebooks, the back of each notebooks torn off lest you should see your name written all over it. Not only that, he had hunted for your name written on the margins of the pages and scribbled it out.

"Got it... Thanks for the help again. You really have no idea how much this means to me." Gratitude was visible in your smile, as you reach for the notebooks, fingers brushing with his from the exchange. "I just don't know who else to turn to, to be honest..."

"I-I'm here for you..." He clumsily squeaks out.

"Yeah and I'm so so thankful you are. How can I ever repay you?"

Jonathan swallows thickly. He isn't dreaming, is he? Will he be waking up soon? Oh gosh, he was reading way too much erotica—

"No no, don't worry about it," his voice cracks.

🧡 He is patient, he will explain to you concepts of certain topics in class on repeat if it means seeing you in the university halls again, take his seat next to you during classes, eat lunch with you, suffer through activity due dates, ride out migraines, vibrate from caffeine overload, writing thesis all that bunch! And he will continually insist that you are no bother to him, just as you reassured him that his presence was not a bother at all.

🧡 Everything about you just had to be cute in his eyes and it's pissing him off. How can someone like you exist? Is that even allowed? From your subtle little quirks, the way you look so focused on your task, the way you look at him while nodding attentively as he teaches you, the way you smile in triumph when you achieve something, the way your face twists when you're bothered— AGH!

nonono, focus man.

Jonathan had to remind himself with a squint of an eye.

Friends. You're just friends.

🧡 After packing up for the day, you grinned at him.

"You know, I meant it when I asked you how can I repay you."

"And I say you don't have to,"

"Well I want to." You pouted. "Tell you what, tomorrow we can go to the diner nearby. My treat."

"Oh no no Y/N—"

"Come on! Just this once," Jonathan reddened when you took his hand between yours, his eyes broken off from your pleading gaze. "Please?"

"A-alright." It didn't take long for Jonathan to agree, how can he say no to you of all people?

"Great! I'll see you tomorrow then!"

The brunet nodded absentmindedly to himself, processing whether this exchange was a platonic offer or not. Either way... Oh he is living his dream.

#jonathan crane x reader #mof scarecrow x reader #mof jonathan crane x reader #masters of fear scarecrow x reader #masters of fear jonathan crane x reader #masters of fear #request #anonymous

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georgieluz · 7 months

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here, have a tiny bradnate playlist bc i'm very brainrot rn

i got a bulletproof heart, you got a hollow-point smile

please someone help me, i'm dying here in front of you

we need some leverage, we can't seem to open up, the locks are far too tight, and the chains are far too strong

we'll start a fire, and burn some bridges, and make it out of here tonight

and when your stitch comes loose, i wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out of you

confidants but never friends, were we ever friends?

i noticed your eyes are always glued to me, keeping them here and it makes no sense at all

they taped over your mouth, scribbled out the truth with their lies

trust the feeling and i still get burned, so i run, i can't face that i've come undone, i'll be back with the setting sun

holding out the night, lonely after light, you begged me not to go, sinking like a stone

you're hiding something, cause it's burning through your eyes, i try to get it out, but all i hear from you are lies

i can tell you're going through the motions, figured you were acting out your part

once again, we're playing off emotion, which one of us will burn until the end?

you contradict the fact that you still want me around

i bring the match, you bring the gasoline, it turns me on when you set me on fire, enter my bloodstream, you are my nicotine, i need a fix, can we get much higher?

you wear a crown that's made out of barbed wire

dear, can't you see? it's them, it's not me

look at the mess we've made, look at what we've done, i throw myself to the floor as you say "fuck this" and run

you never ask why, you're living a lie, baby, you're flying too high

thinking i was far away from a crossed line, but i was giving soft praise to a hard lie / my tongue's gotten real tired of me biting it

all alone in a room, do you want what i want, too?

yeah, it hurts to say, but i want you to stay

bombs light up the night, burn like fireflies, tell me one good lie, so i can sleep at night, hurt me one more time, i wanna feel alive

how many times can i let you down with regret?

how much can i ask for 'til you walk out that door?

he burns my skin, never mind about the shape i'm in, i'll keep you safe tonight

blow a kiss at the methane skies, see the rust through your playground eyes, we're all in love tonight, leave a dream where the fallout lies, watch it grow where the tear stain dries, to keep you safe tonight

when the lights go out, will you take me with you?

if you stay, i would even wait all night, or until my heart explodes

you're the broken glass in the morning light, be a burning star if it takes all night, so, just save yourself and i'll hold them back tonight

oh, you're the prettiest, smartest captain of the team

#generation kill #bradnate #playlist #nate fick #brad colbert

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qyuoza · 1 year

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By Chance (Soobin)

“Good morning my name is Choi Soobin, I’m new around here. Please take care of me well”

Genre: Fluff, BSF2L!

Pairing: Soobin x Afab!reader

Warnings: A LOT OF LONG DIALOGUE, nothing much Y/n just falls over.

Synopsis: Who could’ve known that the new kid that had walked into your classroom and coincidentally became your new seatmate by chance, was also your soulmate?

Note: Happy Soobin day everyone! This was an unpublished fic in my notes app that was honestly just decaying since it had been there since last year, but with a little bit of imagination I managed to fix it up in time for his birthday. Happy birthday to the biggest sweetheart and epitome of love, thank you to Soobin for being the best leader and for continuing to make everyone smile. Also this is severely unedited and only slightly proofread so proceed with caution.

You never thought he would be a significant part of your life the moment he walked into your classroom, but you were oh so wrong now that you think about it. When Soobin came in that day, without you paying any mind whatsoever, you he wasn’t going to be anyone special.

“Good morning my name is Choi Soobin, I’m new around here. Please take care of me well” the tall boy bowed in front of the class as the teacher nodded. You gawked at his height, and maybe his looks as well, but he was definitely cute so who could blame you.

“Thank you Soobin, you can go sit next to Y/n, please raise your hand Ms. Lee” you raised your hand awkwardly in response as Soobin walked towards you, your heart suddenly doing a leap in your chest.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/n” Soobin smiled at you stiffly and nodded, he was definitely something. “I look forward to getting to know you, tell me about yourself” he said softly all of a sudden.

You smiled up at him and looked at your hands, embarrassed by his tone, maybe it wasn’t so bad to get to know him at first. You were going to sit beside each other for most of the year so making an effort shouldn’t be too much.

Though the next year was practically bliss for you. Soobin was an amazing best friend and you couldn’t ask for anything better from him, the two of you sharing a seat beside one another aiding in the blossoming friendship.

“Oi Choi Soobin! Don’t do that” you whined, Soobin only laughing before he snatched your notebook to scribble something in it for the upteenth time, and using his height at an advantage.

You tried to take it back but to no avail as he was way taller and stronger than you. After a minute of him holding the notebook over your head, you finally got your notebook back and saw that Soobin had drawn a few scribbles and words across the page you were just writing in.

“Drawing in your notebook is honestly fun, but seeing your reactions is better” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and continued to focus on the lesson, while hiding your blushing cheeks, but that was until Soobin decided to tap your shoulder.

“Did you see the new A-TEEN episode? I honestly couldn’t get over how Do Hana openly liked Min” Soobin rested his head on his palm and glanced at you.

This was one of the reasons he was practically your best friend, you both shared similar interests and liked to talk about them, and calling it a lot was an understatement.

“Yeah, it was stupid on her part because it’s obvious that he liked Kim Hana, like she deserves way better than Min” you replied. Soobin chuckled, you spoke as if you knew these characters in real life and were friends with them.

Then your friendship had soon progressed when you were bored out of your mind one day, and talking to Soobin on Kakaotalk. It became a regular routine and you both spoke almost every single day, wether it be about school or simply random things.

To: Bin🐰

wyd rn?

Bin🐰

nothing like i honestly wanna go somewhere bcs its so boring today

Your eyes widened as a light bulb had turned on in your head. You texted Soobin back in record speed.

To: Bin🐰

how abt we meet up at starfield? i live nearby

Bin🐰

sure i’ll be there in a few let’s meet up at the library

To: Bin🐰

see u then ;;

Bin🐰

see youu :)

Smiling at Soobin’s text, you then started to get ready. Putting on a simple outfit that consisted of black baggy denim jeans and a white top, finished with a pair of black converse.

Arriving earlier than him, you decided to look through the books while waiting for Soobin. Then you saw a book that caught your eye, it was about a man who loved a girl so much that he started collecting pieces of her. Sounded very grotesque but you were open to anything really when it came to books.

“Hey” suddenly you heard a familiar voice and jumped slightly. Turning around to see the culprit, you were then met with Soobin standing in front of you.

He was clad in a simple outfit, not too flashy and clean cut. A black knitted sweater, jeans and a black beanie with converse, you didn’t understand how he could look so good almost effortlessly.

“God Soobin, don’t scare me like that next time” you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. He laughed as you both started to head off somewhere.

“Thanks for agreeing, I couldn’t reach the others so I’m glad at least you were up to hangout” Soobin quipped. You smiled and shook your head.

“It’s nothing really” you say as you both walked around the library. “Could you give me any book recommendations?” Soobin asked. You looked at him dumbfounded but with an unknown glint in your eyes.

“Follow me!” Without thinking you grabbed his hand and led him somewhere else in the maze of a library. Soobin’s face reddened but he hid his face as he let you lead him to your favorite genres to recommend.

Months later, you had decided to go to a concert with your best girl friends and invited Soobin, Yeonjun and your younger friends Hueningkai, Taehyun and Beomgyu.

“Who are you guys seeing in concert?” Beomgyu asked. Haena checked her phone and showed him the concert poster, it was for a group called ‘Wanna One’ and they were holding it at Gocheok Sky Dome for the next two days.

“You’re going all two days?!” Hueningkai exclaimed, the other girls looked at him seriously and nodded. Then he looked at the older boys awkwardly as if asking for help.

“I don’t see harm in going, you guys already bought tickets for us?” Soobin made eye contact with you and you nodded shyly.

“Guys come on, let’s go with them. They already bought us tickets so the least we can do is go, there’s no harm in going to a concert anyway” he said.

The guys shrugged and they all made the unanimous decision to go, just as Soobin said. The tickets were already paid for, so feeling slightly guilty they just decided to go with it.

“Who paid for them by the way?” Yeonjun asked. Eunseo pointed at you and herself while he had his mouth agape. “They were expensive so don’t fuck it up” she joked.

Yeonjun put his arms up defensively, the rest of you laughing at him. “Don’t be so dramatic” Taehyun slapped his shoulder, while Yeonjun sulked, pouting slightly.

As the others spoke among themselves, Soobin turned to you and you stared back with a short grin on your face.

“To be honest it’s my first concert and I’ve never been to one before” he confessed. You giggle and smile slightly.

“It’s my first one as well! Don’t worry too much, Haena and Eunseo are pretty experienced so as long as we all cooperate it’ll be fine” you reply, playing with your fingers.

Truthfully speaking you were nervous as well, but comforted by the fact that you would all go together and look out for each other.

“I can tell you’re nervous Y/n, please don’t hide it. I’ll be there to help so just like call us or anything if something urgent comes up” you laugh at how cute Soobin is while he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

A few seconds go by and you notice how quiet your surroundings are, only to find out that the others were staring at you both. You glare at them but they all only smirked in response.

“Aye you two should really date” Beomgyu teased, Haena and Taehyun joining in from beside him. Eunseo only looks at you with a shit eating grin, when Soobin finally decided to speak up.

“Guys stop acting like that, it’s nothing deep. Besides you’re making Y/n uncomfortable and I don’t even see her in that way” he said calmly.

He was only trying to defend you, but the last part seemed like a jab in the heart, even though you knew better. Soobin did openly tell you himself that he didn’t really do feelings.

‘I don’t even like Soobin like that, so why the fuck did it hurt?’ You thought. The others decided to drop the conversation as a whole and you thanked Soobin for clearing things up.

“Alright whatever, you both would’ve looked so cute honestly. Now boys, I’ll airdrop, or for some android users, message you your tickets, no clearing photos just yet because it’s tomorrow” Eunseo opened up her phone and started sending them randomly, while Taehyun and Hueningkai grumbled at her android comment.

“It’s tomorrow?! You know I can’t come up with a good fit in less than twenty four hours” Yeonjun whined again. Eunseo only flicked her wrist at him disapprovingly.

“You’re lying, you styled Soobin in less than thirty minutes—“ she was interrupted. “That’s because Soobin would wear a garbage bag if you gave him one” Yeonjun scoffed. Eunseo gave him a death glare as they started bickering back and forth.

“Do you think we’d survive if the two bicker enough like this?” You say hesitantly, almost in a really joking way.

“We’ll be fine, you and Soobin are like parents so we trust you both” Haena interjected.

The next day, it was almost like a fashion show seeing all your friends gathered up. Yeonjun was clad in an all black ensemble, as well Haena in all black too, but the real show stopper was when you and Soobin stood next to each other.

You two seemed to have the same thing in mind because you wore a white dress up to your knees with long flowy sleeves and a square neckline, while Soobin wore a white dress shirt and light wash denim jeans.

“Quick! Snap a pic of them right now!” Eunseo shook Taehyun, though Hueningkai just ended up grabbing the phone from his hands and capturing the photo himself.

When you and Soobin were too preoccupied among yourselves, you heard a camera shutter go off and you looked up to see Hueningkai, Yeonjun and Haena with their phones out and Beomgyu hiding behind Taehyun.

“HAHA— Guys the VIP section line opened up, so we better get going” Haena ran as Eunseo followed. The boys shrugged and trailed behind leaving you and Soobin by yourselves.

“They’re still kids” you sigh, grabbing Soobin’s hand once again out of habit and leading him to wherever the line was. Too bad you failed to notice the boy tense up as he lets you drag him along, his ears turning into tomatoes.

Inside the venue, you and your friends had managed to make your way over to the barricade, the boys insisting to stand behind and around you, Eunseo and Haena as some sort of protection.

“You guys really didn’t need to” you said to Soobin, concerned, but he only gave you a half smile.

“It’s nothing, we’ll be ok. You three are the main priority because we don’t want you getting seriously hurt” it was touching, so you quickly hid your face and nodded.

Once the concert started, it was the best experience you could’ve ever had in your entire life. The music blared, your two other friends screaming as the members performed on stage.

“I promise you! I promise you!” You held onto Eunseo as you both sang, and Hueningkai was jumping along behind you both.

“This is amazing—“ before you could finish your sentence, you almost fell back into the crowd, luckily enough though, Soobin had caught you before you got hurt.

“You alright there? You dropped your uh bong?” he handed you the light stick and you thanked him, taking it from his hands gratefully as you both exchanged flustered smiles.

“Thank you all for coming tonight Wannables! See you tomorrow or for some soon!” Wanna One bowed and you all started piling out the venue. You and your friends following after taking a few pictures by the stage.

“That was one of the best things I have ever experienced, but say, aren’t they going to disband soon?” Beomgyu asked.

The girls glared at him and you giggled. You weren’t as big of a fan as Eunseo and Haena, so you couldn’t really say much.

“Choi Beomgyu! I’ll kick you in the nuts if you say that one more time” Haena huffed. You held her back and grimanced awkwardly, it wasn’t a big deal but you couldn’t tell if the question was genuine or not.

“Of course she doesn’t mean that—“ then she managed to push you off of her while throwing a fit as a joke.

“What about you? I noticed you and Soobin having a moment during I promise you” Haena eyed you and Soobin, but he immediately shook his head in denial at the accusation.

“Y/n dropped her light stick and nearly fell into the crowd, please it didn’t mean anything and I was looking out for her” Soobin replied nonchalantly. You agreed and the others only rolled their eyes.

“Hm alright but if you both do end up dating nobody is going to be surprised” Yeonjun said, hands in his pockets.

“Do you guys want to go ice skating?” Hueningkai suddenly said. You all turned to him and thought for awhile before agreeing.

“I don’t see why not, when are you all free?” You say enthusiastically. For the first time, the others were stunned to see your eyes sparkling at the idea of going somewhere, so they couldn’t disagree.

“We could go on Saturday, does anyone have anything planned?” Eunseo asked. The rest shook their heads meaning it was a unanimous decision for you all to go, no one had much to do so you settled for said day.

“Sounds good to me, are we all paying or?” Yeonjun asked. If nobody’s seen it yet, then this is them, your friend group. The first ever group of friends who always worry about money whenever you’d all go places, because everyone’s hopeless with it.

“Can we stop worrying about money for once? We can all chip in if you guys want to. As far as I know tickets go for like ₩250,000 per person, and we can all use our own money to decide where we would eat” Eunseo said.

“Alright, just text the group chat any other plans. We’ll go at ten in the morning to avoid crowds, so whoever arrives first gets dibs on choosing the skates first” Hueningkai pulled out his phone to check something and you all nodded at his words.

You shifted your position on the grass and tapped Soobin’s shoulders. “Could I rest my legs on top of yours? They’re aching really bad” you ask softly.

Soobin nodded and gave you the freedom to position yourself to your liking, making sure you weren’t uncomfortable or to find a comfortable position.

“Thanks, my legs were dying” you thanked him softly. He chuckled and went through his phone, telling you about a pair of shoes he liked while asking for your opinion on them.

“I think those look really good actually, you could pair it with a lot of outfits and have the shoes as the main point” you say. Once again, you hear silence and look up at your friends.

You raise a brow at them and look at Soobin, who also gave you a questioning look. “What?” You both ask in unison.

“Are you sure you’re not dating?” Taehyun looked suspiciously. “I—“ Haena shushed you and you tried to bite her finger.

“Ew Y/n! That’s gross stop it! Now can we stop thinking these two are dating, they’re in denial and we can’t do anything about it” she rolled her eyes at you with a huff.

This time around, the girls had decided to get ready at your house for a change. “Ok so this time it’ll be the moment where we will break through physical barriers between you and Soobin, so we have to make you look pretty” Eunseo said.

Haena threw a pair of black dress pants, a white turtleneck and a blue sweatshirt with a teddy bear printed on it, onto your bed. “You have so many good clothes Y/n, I have to rob you more often” she says flatly, but you only click your tongue.

“Buy your own clothes, I’ll gladly go shopping with you both because my closet is a sacred place” you reply. Eunseo turns around on the white swivel chair in front of your vanity and chuckles at your words.

“It’s a literal sacred place because it’s a walk in” she says, and drags you over in front of the huge mirror. “Now Y/n, let me do my magic on you so Soobin can finally ask you out” you were forced into the seat, the fear evident on your face.

“Well hurry, Yeonjun texted the group chat that he’s on his way with the others” Haena exclaimed. She dropped her phone and plugged in the curling iron as Eunseo started on your makeup.

Meanwhile on the other hand, the boys were waiting outside Y/n’s house in Yeonjun’s car. “Didn’t you tell them we were here already? What’s taking them so long?” Beomgyu huffed. Yeonjun only shrugged, then noticed you three finally piling out of the house, though something was off.

“What the fuck, is that Y/n?!” Hueningkai gawked at your appearance.

The other boys turned to wherever he was looking and also gwaked. “What are you guys—?” Soobin followed their eyes and saw you outside the door.

You looked, different. That’s what Soobin thought, but it was a good different because you looked pretty. For the first time in his life, Soobin felt different around you too.

“There you guys are! I can’t believe you guys took all that time in there just for ice skating, come on. For the record though, Y/n you look really beautiful” Yeonjun smiles gently as he takes in your form.

“Thanks Jjun, not so bad yourself. Now let’s get going before the rink gets too crowded” you all pile in to the car, which thankfully fit every single one of you and head off.

During the ride to the rink, you noticed Soobin was unusually more quiet than usual. Sure he wasn’t someone who had a lot to say compared to the others, but this time he barely let out a word.

“Are you alright? You seem a bit down, is something on your mind?” You turn and ask him softly.

Soobin looks up at you and nods gently, to which you mentally sighed in relief at. Good to know he was alright at least, but something was still bothering him.

“Nothing much, I promise. Just, you look uh pretty today but Yeonjun hyung’s compliment made me feel, weird?” Soobin avoided your gaze as his words left you visibly flustered. It didn’t take a genius to put together what he was referring to.

The whole ride was over faster than you could even blink and you all clambered in to the rink. It looked a bit empty, which was a good sign that it wasn’t too crowded either.

“Ok! Let’s all check in and get our skates before more people come in” Haena ran and you all followed behind her, some laughing while you and Soobin, along with Taehyun, walked behind them.

“Are you two sure you don’t somehow have feelings for each other?” Taehyun suddenly quipped. You and Soobin flinch at the question, giving Taehyun the answer he needed.

“Forget I said anything, I have my answer already” he grinned before walking past you both and jogging towards Hueningkai. Soobin shrugged and you nodded, the two of you finally catching up and getting your skates.

After the rest of you had tied your skates and secured them, you all wobbled towards the entrance of the rink. By the time you had arrived though, everyone else except Soobin and Eunseo were all over the place.

“Y/n here, hold my hand” Soobin reached out towards you and you took his hand gratefully, the male helping you steady yourself on the ice.

The three of you were at the edge of the rink, but Soobin had suddenly left you and Eunseo. “This idiot knew how to skate the entire time! I can’t believe him!” Eunseo whined, you laughed but inside you were also panicking. You had no idea how to skate, not one bit.

“Soobin! Help me over here!” You say angrily, because Eunseo had also just decided to leave you by yourself. Soobin skated over and took your hand in his again, helping you get the hang of using the skates.

This interaction didn’t go unnoticed by your friends, and immediately Yeonjun grabbed his phone and filmed you both from behind, Eunseo catching up to them.

“Here take it easy, hold me in case you’ll fall. There see, you’re doing it! How easy was that” Soobin lightly encouraged you, your eyes lighting up after seeing you could skate a little bit.

“Wait Y/n, before you go, can I tell you something?” Soobin called and you turned, it was a heart warming moment until you fell on your butt, but Soobin helped you up before he continued.

“I like you! I was too ashamed to admit it but now I’m sure of how I feel now towards you, and it’s ok if you don’t feel the same but I just wanted to get it off my shoulders” Soobin suddenly blabbered out.

You stop him out of shock but also because you had to take in everything he said before replying with a smile.

“First uh, it’s ok I’m here! That was a lot, but also I feel the same way as you do Soobin! I’m glad you told me” you say, also nervous at the sudden confrontation between you both.

“Will you be my girlfriend then? Or is it too—“ before he could get carried away with his words again, you shushed him and chuckled before nodding.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the rink, six of your other friends were cheering, to which people in return gave them very odd looks.

“Did you catch that?!” Beomgyu says excitedly. Yeonjun nods before they all see the two of you make your way towards their side of the rink.

“They filmed us didn’t they” Soobin grimances.

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years

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hello!

i just saw that you take requests! (And I hope they are open rn lmao)

I don't really know a lot of people who write for Arthur so im very happy rn!

So could I please request an Arthur Harrow x Female Reader?

I just thought about an fluff / angst fic which the reader tells arthur that she got daddy issues and she's afraid bc a lot of people made fun of her about it and in the end she just wants a person that is like a 'caregiver' to her?

I'm not an expert in explaining things so I hope you understand what I mean.

I just think that the whole 'Daddy Issues' thing is way more than a lot of people think.

And i just felt insecured about it bc people made a lot of fun about me sooo i would be happy with some arthur who is comforting :)

I hope you are okay with writing something like that and If not, im really sorry for the ask :/

Hope u have a great day tho!

Soooo here it is! Ended up being a little longer than expected but I think we needed some good context for this one.

Where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

Warnings: family ab*use, viol*ence.

It was customary that when a member of the community was marked with the scales, a small celebration was held in their honor, nothing fancy or extravagant, but it meant a lot to the newcomer, that regardless of their age or how long they had been among them, they could now be considered a chosen one, an enlightened one who would live to heal the world. So, when a rush of people caught up with Harrow to show him that a girl younger than you had gotten her mark, you felt your soul leave your body.

Arthur was proud, hugged the girl warmly and congratulated her on being blessed by their goddess. You smiled, your body dirty with dirt from having been weeding some planters and a freshly healed cut, and you applauded just like the others. You should have felt happy, they were all like a family, a village where the achievement of one was the glory of all, but in reality, your eyes stung and your mouth tasted bitter.

You were not going to ruin that girl's party, so you left early, only after a hurried dinner. Like other people who had no family within the community, you had a room of your own in one of the buildings, but as soon as you entered you kicked a small table so hard you almost knocked it over, and then started shaking.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid" you repeated as you pulled your hair. You went to the bathroom, even though there was no one else in the house, and locked yourself in to cry out your frustration.

Maybe you were wrong about yourself, you thought as you rubbed your face so hard that your eyes became irritated. Maybe Arthur had been too compassionate with you by letting you join them, really good people, with a promising future... When had you ever had such a thing? Hadn't you already learned it many years ago?

"(Y/N), I am a woman. I have my own desires, my own impulses... now that you are older, I can accept it without feeling that I am unfair to you" was what your mother said when you were thirteen and you found out by chance that she was dating a man. You were happy for her, but there was something empty in your chest that grew when, only a year later, you learned that they would have a child together.

"Why don't you spend a few days with your father?" she questioned you, the afternoon she had to go for you to the principal's office because you were found smoking in the bathroom "You haven't talked to him for weeks" She was wrong, it was months "I understand that you feel pressured with the new baby, but he is your brother, you will love him when everything passes, you don't have to be unfair".

You saw the little one in his crib and you were sorry you didn't feel the great love that your mother assured you should feel. That rosy face was sweet, yet every time you stretched out your hand to caress him, you regretted it, and fled like a criminal. The only safe place in that house was a hole in the wall that had been intended for a closet, and you ran your hands over the old scribbles you made on the wall for years, when you pretended not to hear the screams and cries.

"What's wrong with you, (Y/N)? Is it some teenage thing I don't understand or are you throwing a tantrum? You've never been like this before. I'll call your father to-"

"I don't have a father," you finally blurted out. Your mother looked pale, she had had to pick you up from the police station for an altercation at a party, and you still had dried blood on your blouse.

"How can you say that?" she asked you with tears in her eyes.

"Because it's the truth, Mom" your lower lip trembled, you couldn't stand to see her cry, when she did, you remembered those intense, horrible weeks leading up to the divorce, where she would spend her time crying and making soup, and crying again, while he angrily reminded her that he had two families to watch over and that she was a mess. You had survived by laying low, but you knew what was coming by then, and the only thing you regretted was that it hadn't happened faster.

"I'm not going to let you throw your future away like this because of your tantrums. Albert came with me, he's outside waiting for us and he helped me with your bail, at least apologize to him..."

"Why, did I make him mad?" you snorted under your breath, with a sarcastic grimace.

"He wouldn't have to go through this..."

"I know, I'm not his daughter."

"I didn't say that."

"But it's true, isn't it? Al's a nice guy, but honestly... I'm left over between you."

You were unnecessary everywhere, you were a blind spot, an uncomfortable lump that occasionally got in the way. You knew it since your father started forgetting your birthday, since you saw his networks flooded with pictures of him with his new family, since that time when you met him by accident in the street and, rather than admit you were his daughter to a co-worker, he preferred that idiot to think disgusting things about you.

"Stop it!" your mother's hands hit the table. You didn't even flinch, it seemed as if your feelings were buried in a place you couldn't reach "You're ungrateful! All we've done for you, all the patience we've had! Do you know how many times I hated picking up the phone and talking to your father?"

"I never wanted you to" you answered in a hoarse voice "I told you many times that he had left us, Mom, but you wouldn't listen. You wanted me to keep talking to him...for what, mom? He never wanted us"

"Don't say such things!"

"But it's the truth! Why did you always force me to keep looking for him, uh? What did you want to achieve?"

"I wanted you to have a father so that you weren't going to be...!" the words seemed to pile up on her. You saw in her eyes the fire of resentment, of the anguish she could never release, the fear that her perfect world would fall apart again. She was fragile. Fortunately you were not.

The night before your eighteenth birthday you showed up at the building where your father lived. He owned a rich penthouse where he spent much of his time, life was smiling on him and he could afford to live apart from his second family as well, with whom he nevertheless got along much better than he ever could with you. You circumvented security, wrote "FUCK YOU SHIT DADDY" on the door and smashed a bottle of cheap alcohol against it to set it on fire. You knew the incident would not get very far thanks to the fire alarms, but that childish revenge that was like a rite of passage into the gritty life that awaited you made you immensely happy.

For a few weeks you were living anywhere, London had some shelters where you would arrive and spend most of the day, and at night, in the company of certain people you couldn't exactly consider friends, you would hang around the crowded areas looking to pick up a few pounds from drunken partygoers that would eventually be spent on alcohol, cigarettes and junk food.

Murphy's law was not long in coming, and one of those nights things went wrong. One of your colleagues picked the wrong victim, and you saw him fall after the devastating blow of a cricket bat. Almost everyone abandoned the boy, who was bleeding profusely and screaming for forgiveness, but you stood by, transfixed, looking for some way to help him. The bully with the bat took a second swing at him, and from your companion's cry of pain you knew he had broken his leg.

"Stop!" you stepped forward, terrified. The guy was tall and stocky, whatever he had taken had made him more aggressive.

"Are you with him?" he exclaimed, coming at you "Answer me, you bloody rat!"

You narrowly dodged the first blow, and the enraged guy lashed out at you with his fist. A dull, throbbing pain told you that he had just connected with your face, and you staggered before managing to grab hold of a trash can. A hand grabbed you by the hair and you were thrown to the ground, unable even to scream as the blow knocked the air from your lungs. The cricket bat clattered beside you, teasing.

"Did ya think ya'll were gonna rob me?" you heard it, mocking and rabid "Did ya'll think so? I'm gonna break every goddamn bone in your bodies!"

A foot landed right in the middle of your back, making you squeal. You hadn't thought much about death ever, it seemed to you something mysterious and quiet that appeared suddenly to certain people, people who enjoyed life generally, and you didn't. And so it was then, you were going to die but that meant nothing, you had no future, and the past was too horrible to treasure. You were a rotten fruit, and now someone would finally pluck you from the tree.

"Wait! You don't want to do this, believe me"

The voice that spoke was different, low, slow. You heard your attacker snort, at the climax of his bloodlust. You dared to raise your head a little, and saw a pair of feet a few steps away advancing towards you, shod in simple leather sandals.

"Get out of here, old man!" shouted the guy with the bat.

"You want to get blood on your hands without even knowing if it's the right thing to do?"

"They were going to rob me! Are you going to defend this scum?"

"You don't want to hurt them, you're scared..."

"I'm not scared!" the guy brandished his bat, threatening the stranger with it. "Get away, get out of the way!"

The other man was still approaching, he was leaning on a cane that gleamed silver. Since the guy had taken his foot and his attention away from you, you could see better what was going on.

"True justice does not seek to indulge in suffering" the stranger held out his hands, as if seeking to embrace his enemy "A better world is coming..."

" You' re crazy!"

The guy swung his bat, but it collided with the newcomer's cane. The bat got caught in the grip of the cane, and then, the man wielding it reached out his free hand and grabbed the other by one wrist.

"It's a pity," he whispered. The eyes of the guy with the bat popped out of their sockets, and seconds later... something big and heavy fell behind you. Some new footsteps came closer and you saw some silhouettes approaching "Take care of the other boy, please."

The man with the cane then laid his attention on you. You were trembling, your face was bloodstained and you had several scrapes where the skin was unprotected, and the stranger, helping himself with the cane, knelt down and held your face by the chin. He had long blond hair, with silver highlights here and there, and his eyes were a stunning blue.

Then you remembered why you were there, and you felt fear. Your eyes went to the staff, which had two crocodile heads carved on it.

"You're scared, I understand" he whispered "But you have nothing to fear for tonight."

Adrenaline brought the first tears, which stung as they touched the bleeding parts of your face. The man was still looking at you, and that made you uneasy as well as fascinated, you didn't remember anyone had ever seen you like that.

"Thank you" you whispered with great sincerity. The man smiled, and gently, so as not to hurt you any more, wiped away a tear with his thumb.

"What is your name, my dear?"

"(Y/N), just (Y/N)."

"Would you like to come with us?"

You frowned, confused. That's when you noticed that, around you and your colleague, who had passed out, at least half a dozen people were gathered.

That night you met Arthur Harrow and his community. That night you had died and been reborn, and you saw before you a hope and a second chance.

But perhaps you had been too lenient. Perhaps, you thought when you could no longer see straight after so many minutes of crying, you really should have died.

"Here you were."

You barely reacted when the door opened, but you realized that the one who had arrived was Arthur. Embarrassed, you hid your face in your knees.

"Please let me" you asked in a choked voice. Arthur sat down beside you, sympathetic as always, and busied himself stroking the crocodile heads on his cane.

"Perhaps others refuse to accept that in every garden there are spiders" he commented "but the bad times are just as important as the ones that are good. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

If you felt bad before, it was worse now.

"I'm so sorry" you stammered, sniffling through your nose "I didn't mean to...really forgive me."

"You think I'm mad at you, (Y/N)?" Arthur turned so he could look at you, and you felt his hand reach for yours "Why do you think you're unworthy? Does it mean that much to you that Ammit hasn't pointed you out yet?"

You knew there was something unique about that community, something that eliminated it from the cult of madmen trope, but when you thought of Ammit it was as distant to you as any other god, it was possible you would never even get to meet her in person. No, it wasn't because of Ammit.

"I did a lot of bad things... I don't justify them" you explained. Arthur's hand was still holding yours "I always hated my father, for what he did to mom... but I also abandoned her... I'm a bad daughter, how could I be a good person? The night we met I was really trying to rob that guy, my friend had better luck than me, I guess, because he died"

"Give me your hands" Arthur demanded nonchalantly. You obeyed him immediately, you felt that that was the least you could do "You know very well how the scales work, your fears and insecurities cloud your judgement, could you accept that of our goddess?"

You let him place the crocodile heads on your wrists, Arthur looked at the scale on his forearm, but you only looked at him. You didn't care about the outcome, you knew it beforehand, but in that darkness that would have shattered others you found your own light. Harrow had saved your life, and it was he who was to take it from you.

The blue eyes went to yours, undecipherable.

"Your heart is wounded," he said, and put away the cane "It is not evil that nests in you, but immense sorrow. You were abandoned at the moment when you most needed to be protected, and you lost your way."

So many times you had boasted that neither of your parents made the slightest effort to look for you when you disappeared, that now you didn't understand why that made you cry. Arthur took you in his arms, holding you close to him, and you clung to his shoulders.

"All I want" you sobbed "is for someone to care about me, to believe that I am enough."

"You are enough" Arthur murmured, stroking your head "And I care about you very much"

"But I wish you cared only about me"

That confession was so sudden that it took you a few seconds to realize what you said.

"I'm sorry."

Harrow took your face in his hands, smiling at you. You on the other hand felt your face burning with embarrassment.

"Is that what's wrong?" he asked.

"No, I... sorry, it's not right..."

"(Y/N), desiring things is not a sin. If to heal your heart you need a little more from me, I will gladly do it."

You hugged him again. Your sorrows and worries seemed to have disappeared with your tears.

"I love you, Arthur."

"I love you too, my dearest."

#moon knight #moon knight series #moon knight fanfiction #arthur harrow #arthur harrow x reader #arthur harrow fanfiction #ethan hawke #marvel #tw: family problems #tw: violence

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capybaraonabicycle · 6 months

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Hey there! Thought I'd return the favour...

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

9. How do you find new fic to read?

10. How do you decide what to write?

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

31. What's your ideal fic length to write?

32. What's your ideal fic length to read?

45. What's something you've improved on since you started writing fic?

And if you want, 49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you're up for it!

Very excited to read, and if you have a fic suggestion that I might enjoy of yours to get started, please do share! I'm always happy to check them out!! 🥰

Thank you so much, dear! I am putting this under the cut because it's LONG :)

2. What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits

Here we go:

Fluff (15)

Kissing (12)

Flirting (9)

Fluff and Angst (9)

Friendship (7)

That's pretty accurate, I would say :D I have started writing more angst and less fluff but there is still a good amount of fluff and kissing in anything I produce. I am a little disappointed 'sentient tardis' isn't on here, so maybe I'll need to write more stories with that specific premise :)

9. How do you find new fic to read?

I ask you. Just kidding. Well, I do, but not exclusively.

I often go via filter, starting at the dw 2005 page and then mostly character combination wise, sometimes as a ship, sometimes I just want to see certain people and add them separately. Then sometimes I add a certain keyword (like 'fluff', I do love fluff dearly as you know) or I decide on which array of ratings I feel like and exclude the rest. Also I often know which pairings I DON'T want to see rn, so I exclude those, too.

And then I look at summaries mostly (since the tags are already to my liking, aren't they?) and read whatever catches my eye :)

Sometimes I will specifically look for specific crossovers too (otherwise I mostly exclude them) which is done via the search function. Or I tag a minor minor character like Lorna Bucket because really if they don't get enough time on the show then I need to read all the fanfic!

(this is all about dw, obviously. Because we are living like royals and can be picky. For other fandoms I literally read what there is because they have like 100 fics)

10. How do you decide what to write?

[ID: gif of a fluffy dog with animated question marks on their head. end ID]

Next question.

(Honestly, I don't know??? whatever is shouting the loudest inside my head??)

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I don't know? Anytime someone says 'tropes' I can only think of 'only one bed' and that's the only trope then that exists for me. I know there's more but I never can think of any. I've always liked 'only one bed' though. It's so silly; just sleep in that bed?! And then there's always that big thing around it, and everything is so awkward because it's only one bed. It's great. Not really an answer to your question, but now you know that I don't understand the 'only one bed' trope but I do love it a lot.

31. What's your ideal fic length to write?

2k-10k. I often don't manage to stay below 2k and anything above 10k I most likely won't finish. If I have to put a pin in it.... 3000 words, that's the perfect amount to manage AND feel very proud of how much I wrote :)

32. What's your ideal fic length to read?

If it's by someone I'm unfamiliar with: <5k. Then I will be most likely to say 'alright, we'll give this a try, I can do this.'

If it's by someone whose writing I already love: any length. I'll never get enough of you, give me the longest most convoluted plots or 5 words you scribbled during lunch, I love you, I smile like an idiot whenever I get an email notification and it's in one of my fandoms ❤️❤️❤️

45. What's something you've improved on since you started writing fic?

English <3

Okay, actual answer now:

I think I have become a lot better with tackling queer themes? Maybe 'better' is not the best word but 'more comfortable'. When I first started writing fic, it had to be a boy and a girl and then they got together. Because of course that's how it goes. (Also I was way back in the closet then.) (bear in mind I am talking of 10+ years of writing fic now.) (also yes, I've always been writing a lot of gen and family/other platonic relationships, too)

And then I slowly, carefully, started writing wlw and mlm ships. And then some poly ships. Maybe even some ace characters. A year ago I finally wrote a coming-out fic.

And it's still difficult. I especially struggle with trans and poly characters because I don't identify as such - or well at least I lean towards not identifying as trans or poly - and I am still so scared of doing harm and doing something wrong and I am questioning whether I am the right person to write those stories.

But it's getting better? I'm trying to get more into the mindset of 'I AM the right person because when I'll make mistakes, hopefully someone will notice and I will learn and do better next time'. And I definitely feel way less ashamed about queer topics in general and writing queer themes in particular, so that's an awesome step.

It's definitely not just about the writing, but the reading of fic too, spending time on tumblr (one of the things where this webbed site actually has a positive influence imo) and meeting more queer people in real life. But writing something queer and someone telling you 'I liked this' or 'I feel this' or 'they are so cute together'? That's simply amazing and it feels so good that it has become basically normal for me.

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you're up for it!

I mean, you know it's primarily the cat fic. Let's have some of it, shall we?

River is being very naughty here, so I am sorry. I have to say, I am still feeling kinda uncomfortable about the lack of informed consent in part of this. But, tbh, I am also totally living my best life here.

(what to expect, in case you'd rather avoid it: accidental flashing of underwear to Yaz by the Doctor, also Siren is both checking the Doctor out while she doesn't know who the cat is and giving Yaz little cat kisses while Yaz isn't aware that she isn't a cat.)

“Holding you might even psyche me up for talking to her” Yaz murmured while turning towards the door, “as it seems I am developing some sort of crush, there.” It was the first time she had said it out loud and the words hung heavy on her tongue, however softly she had spoken them. Something rough graced her cheek and when she turned, she realised Siren had licked her face. The cat was looking at her with shining eyes, she almost seemed excited. Then she leant forward, bopping Yaz's chin with her nose. Yaz laughed, the weight of her feelings for the Doctor immediately feeling lighter. “Does this mean, you approve?” she asked amusedly and Siren purred, very loudly. “Well then” Yaz snorted. “Can't go nothing wrong with your approval, can it?” Siren meowed, possibly to support the point, and Yaz finally left her room, cat in her arms. She couldn't deny though, that after that talking up, there was a certain spring to her step and energy to the knock on the Doctor's door, that otherwise wouldn't have been there. She was, however, not prepared in the slightest for what awaited her, when the Doctor opened the door. She was wearing her working goggles, her hair pulled back into a bun that half the blonde mess had fallen out of already, and underneath, on her torso, she was wearing a dark-blue, sweaty sports bra, her suspenders and nothing else. “Uhh” Yaz said, quickly averting her eyes and staring at a spot next to the Doctor instead. “Hiya Yaz” the Doctor pushed up the goggles and when Yaz's eyes flickered to her face she could see a beaming smile between smudges of engine oil. “What's up?” “I've got your cat” Yaz got out, trying to push her towards the Doctor but tiny claws held onto her shirt for dear life. Apparently, Siren wasn't ready to part yet. When Yaz looked down on her, she could see that contrarily to herself, Siren was blatantly staring at the Doctor's state of undress and she had a silly, yet strong urge to cover the cat's eyes.

Oh, btw, that situation was totally orchestrated by Siren, as you might have guessed. The Doctor is oblivious, she doesn't even remember taking her shirt off. So, yeah, someone tell River to behave. Not me though, unfortunately, I'll basically let her do whatever she wants 🤷‍♀️ Because I can barely say no to River or cats and both combined is too strong a force

Also, I have added some angst so you can have a bit of that as well :) it came out of nowhere and poor Yaz is again my victim. But at least they talk?

(here again Siren is dealing out cat kisses to Yaz, I am planning on making them have a conversation about that later btw, I don't think I can just leave that in and have Yaz not confront River about it. Also Siren is in Yaz's bed here. And the Doctor is barging into Yaz's room without waiting for permission or knocking. And they're fighting, but I think that's it. I cut off before we get to the angsty details.)

Siren purred louder as if she wanted to drown out all of Yaz's worries. “You're a good friend” she murmured and a tiny tongue licked her chin. It tickled and Yaz even had to snort a little. “Thanks” she repeated and prepared to fall asleep with the cat in her arm. Unfortunately, that was when the Doctor finally coughed up the idea to visit Yaz's room. She didn't knock – why would she need to knock, really, on someone's private door – but burst right in like she usually did. She even switched on the light before the door was completely open. “Doctor!” Yaz shot up in her bed, glaring at her. “Yaz!” the Doctor beamed back, noticing the cat – who was hissing at the lamp and looked about as unhappy as Yaz about the turn of events. “You found Siren! Brilliant! Got you both in one place!” “Doctor, I was sleeping!” Yaz exaggerated slightly and the Doctor blinked. “Oh” she said and then. “Why would you do that? You haven't come round my place yet?” She looked highly confused and even a little crestfallen and Yaz had the very stupid urge to hug her. Which she luckily couldn't follow, seated in bed as she was. Because she was angry with her and this was not the time to pity her. Instead she sighed, bracing herself. Maybe she could still ward off the fight until tomorrow, but she needed to be ready. “I'm not coming to your room tonight, Doctor.” “Why not?” “I'm tired” she said simply. “You can sleep in my bed again” the Doctor proposed. “Doctor” Yaz ran a hand through her hair. “I'd like to be alone, tonight.” The Doctor frowned, scanning the way Yaz was avoiding her gaze now, the way her hand was fisted in the bed sheets, the way Siren was sitting at her side like a bodyguard ready to pounce. She was probably also seeing the tear streaks on Yaz's cheek but Yaz refused to brush them away for fear of drawing attention to them. “Have I upset you?” the Doctor miraculously came to the right conclusion and addressed it with her usual degree of directness. “Do you really think it's a good idea to discuss that now?” Yaz asked quietly. “Maybe I should take the night to calm down.” “I don't want you to be miserable for a whole night!” the Doctor exclaimed, dropping down onto the rim of her bed without invitation. “What happened?” Yaz took a deep, steadying breath. Alright, so they were doing that now. Siren pushed into her side as if to give her strength and Yaz gratefully buried a hand in her fur. Then she finally looked the Doctor in the eye.

So, it's so much fun, I can tell you :) No, it actually is, I just don't understand what possessed me to hurt Yaz. But they'll have a fight here, make up (not make out yet but we're getting there - that is until plot happens) and then the three of them will sleep in Yaz's bed for once. Because, as I told you, I believe that if you've got one bed, you've got a BED. So you should use it to sleep, especially if you're a chronically awake alien running on adrenalin and cookies <3

Fic recs

You should definitely read the Division!Mels AU as I've said before. It is mainly a Fugitive Doctor/Mels AU, but there is a little Fugitive Doctor/River and 12/River in there and quite a bit Mels & Karvanista and general Doctor & Lee & Gat & Karvanista & Mels. Just one big TARDIS team getting up to hijinks and basically everyone being on the verge of breakdown at any given moment. (mostly Gat, tbh, I am not gentle with the poor woman, but honestly Mels and the Doctor are hanging on by a thread, too and the Doctor then takes it out on Lee (and Gat). The only chill person is Karvanista - until he decides Mels is his pup now and he needs to look out for her. Because we all know looking out for River is a handful. She's the woman who jumps off skyscrapers expecting her mum to catch her somehow.)

For the AU, I think you should start with the fic Dance with Me (or: Selling the Cover for Gat). The works in the series are all written out of order so technically you can read them however you want. But this one shows pretty nicely what the series is about, I think. Plus, it's the one I wrote first. Storywise this is the turning point of 'friends to lovers' in the 'enemies to friends to lovers to strangers/enemies to lovers to strangers' narrative.

Oh yeah, btw, the works in the series are all finished but the series isn't. So everything's ready to be read in full but you cannot get the whole story yet. Their first meeting is missing for example and we don't know where they end up finally either. Well I do and we kinda do because of canon but the details are yet to be written.

Furthermore, there are bits of the Paternoster Gang in A Family Wedding, Somewhere in My Memory and The Responsible Thing to Do. I would mainly advise you to read the first two, neither really focus on them either but The Responsible Thing to Do only mentions Vastra briefly and that's it. I put it here anyway bc it is my first fic on ao3 and I think it is quite cute. (Also I kinda wanted you to know that I mention Vastra in my first fic on ao3 :) )

Family Wedding, as I may have said before, is my most popular fic and VERY fluffy. Unfortunately, it also merely mentions the Paternoster Gang but at least a few times and we kinda get to see them from afar. Big focus on 13/River and Jenny & Doctor and Jenny & the Ponds in this. Jenny, as in the Doctor's daughter, I have to admit I have written way more for her than for your Vastra's Jenny. But the two Jennys meet here - albeit very briefly - and get along great.

And Somewhere in my memory is again Doctor/River-centric but it's the fam 2.0 visiting the Paternoster Gang for Christmas so at least they show up properly. Not nearly enough but they all get their little scene - Jenny has a bit of a 'how are they suddenly hot wtf this feels wrong' problem with the Doctor being a woman and a 'get out of my kitchen asap' problem with the Doctor stealing cookies, Strax reacts to the Flux (not sufficiently, I've got thoughts on this that didn't make it into the fic, ask me about them if you like) and almost gets probic vented on accident and Vastra gets to trick the Doctor on behalf of her bestie River :) Since Christmas is coming up and it is my main Paternoster Gang fic, maybe it is fun for you? They mostly appear in chapter 1, so you could also just read that if you wanted to. I have to warn you chapter 1 ends on a cliffhanger, though.

Now I realise that I have just advised you to read my two most nsfw fics. Which maybe isn't too clever knowing your preferences. (I haven't ever written any actual smut but Somewhere in my memory comes close and Dance with me has a lot of internal Mels monologue - which includes a lot of checking out of the Doctor and accompanying thoughts (so this gets quite violent, too) .)

Hang on, let's pick out some nice gen fic as a third option, why don't we?

I've plugged A Bright Blue Box to you once before (Jenny & fugitive Doctor) and I still think that one's best for you. But I think you could also enjoy The Rose. It is one of my earliest works and a crossover of dw and The Little Prince. (You don't need to know The Little Prince to understand it, but should it be unfamiliar to you I would advise you to read it. It's beautiful and a little fairytale like.) It's just 12 being depressed about all his friends dying and meeting the Rose who has been waiting for her Prince to return but gets a sad and grumpy alien instead. I even made some art for that fic here - which I am currently using as my header btw - and it continues to be one of my favourites.

#thank you so much for the ask!!#Sorry this took a while!#And sorry this is so long #I love talking about my fics (don't we all?) :)#jennyandvastraflint

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downbytheriversside · 1 year

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DYSHAJKHASGKJAHSSA THEY'RE DRIVING ME ABSOLUTELY FERAL LIKE HOLY FUCK I'M NDSJKAHHGJKHJKHAJKDH???

THE ANIMATICS HAVE PERMANANETLY ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY AND NOW THOSE TWO ARE LIVING IN MY HEAD RENT FREE. I WANT TO PUT THEM IN A MICROWAVE. I WANT TO SQUEEZE THEM UNTIL THEIR EYES POP LIKE THOSE LITTLE DOG TOYS. I WANT TO SQUEAK THEM LIKE SQUEAKY TOYS. WHYYYYY ARE THEY LIKE THAT??

hrrrrnngggggg I want you to know that i filled a page and a half of just doodles of them and scribbles and mad ravings about them because WHY ARE THEY SO DJHSJJAGAEDSKFDSJAJGA

i am having an insane amount of blorbo thoughts rn

YEEESS YEEEESSS WE GOT ANOTHER ONE BOYS!!! *LAUGHS LIKE A SUPERVILLAIN*

But fr they are SO!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHH

Also if you're comfortable doing it you could send me those doodles you did <3

#askings #my lovelies 💕#dearest kaye 🐲#this is what i was like for two years and now its still happening in my brain just quieter. but it resurfaces occasionally #ineffable mutuals

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reilliane · 2 years

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HELLO YES I COME BEARING 4NEMO HEADCANONS !!!! buckle up bc this is a lot longer than i thought itd be 🥲

an au where reader interacts with DCKZ (or DICKZ or another version of 4NEMO’s rival group) and childe and kaeya getting all up close and personal with fleur!reader just to get on 4NEMO’s nerves (ik it wouldnt make sense considering zhongli is xiaos dad (?) and is a professor if i remember correctly but lets just pretend ok 😭)

4NEMO catching a glimpse of fleur!reader dancing with eula!!! i want to see how they react

ESPECIALLY XIAO. DANCE MAJOR XIAO seeing fleur!reader dancing with eula and its either he’s very impressed or very disappointed. either way he finds himself wanting to dance with reader one-on-one :) it can be to help her improve (if it sucks) OR to have fun coming up with random choreography with her (even tho he tells her no its not for fun she just has a lot of ideas and is creative and hes taking advantage of it so he can come up with stuff for 4NEMO music videos. to which she goes “aw xiao u just called me creative and complimented me”)

also i saw that one thing where you responded to an ask about 4NEMO’s conversion to 5WIRL and i raise to you: venti, aether, xiao and kazuha getting increasingly more talented in their respective roles in 4NEMO because theyre petty about heizou being talented in all of their categories/being the jack of all trades :)

in venti’s case he doesn’t even try to hide it 😭 like heizou will pull up some new ideas for songs and the next day out of NOWHERE venti pulls up a forty-two page google doc filled with song ideas, music video concepts, and like. budgets? and links to pintrest boards hes made about them?

for aether he feels kinda bad about getting competitive about it bc they’re teammates + rlly good friends come on man but also he’s like “but see you will also improve if you do this, so technically its in the best interest of the entire group. plus….. impressing y/n” (in the end he just gives in cause he is a fucking simp just wants to better himself there’s nothing wrong w that right?) he’s obvious because he’s. eager :’)

xiao is probably the second most obvious one about it because of his whole angsty emo dance major act. what do u mean heizou’s already come up with the rest of the dance?? no, no see he’s done stuff too ok he’s come up w some stuff too look. no look at this. what do u MEAN hes jealous? he is NOT. he is not petty or. or. u know what whatever just come listen to what he has to say about heizou’s ideas if u wont listen to his own >:( (in the end more than half of heizou’s moves r scrapped and xiao Wins)

kazuha is probably the most subtle about it? he’s kinda like venti ish because heizou will come up to reader one afternoon with some random lyric ideas and concepts that he wants kazuha to help him with but kazuha doesnt know that now does he and then the following days after kazuha overhears their exchange the reader is handed a few ideas. it starts off with a few poems scribbled on scrap paper kazuha thinks would be good for a song until it escalated into there being an entire drawer in the readers desk filled with his musings and concepts and ideas and 😭

i’ll send more over when i have the time !! have fun envisioning these readers and writers alike <3 i am in the car rn and getting kinda dizzy help

have a wonderful rest of ur day!

🧦 <3

OMGOGMOGGOGM 🧦 ANON YOU REALLY SENT IN A 4NEMO PROMPT AEEEEEEE I'M THRIVING I'M LIVING- ROLLING ON ME BED LIKE A WERM GOBBLING THIS THING UP-

/cough cough - Ah, 4nemo, I miss writing for 4nemo I'll get to it after I'm done with the vigil ones~

YES LOL it would be a little different because Zhongli is Xiao's papuh but we can always think of some other universe where he's not and is a part of an idol group instead~

Childe and Kaeya will rub 4nemo's bad side so much lmao?? We all know that the Fleur universe is, despite that peeking angst at the corner, is founded on fluff and badly attempted humor-/j

They really will be subtle in their 'ohmygo what they doing to mc?? huh?? 🤨🤨 nuh-uh men'

But rivalry aside, Fleur!MC would be a good friend to the DCKZ group and whenever she'd hang out with them 4nemo would go-

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING???"

MC just gives them a grin and goes- "Tall men dorm. Movie night!"

THEY'RE CRUSHED.

Fleur!MC dancing with Eula is an absolute win. Despite MC's blithe nature, she's one who gets things right because- because lore- do remember she's referred to as 'mistress', implying.. ? 👀

DIGRESSING, XIAO WILL GET MC TO DANCE WITH HIM AFTER THAT SPECTACLE. BOY IMAGINE DANCING WITH XIAO. UGH.

He's not going to hide the slight upturn of his lips when he sees the rest of his groupmates lol. Can they tango?? No, no they can't, too bad! Guess he'll just sweep MC off her feet hehe 😏

AND YES, THE REVEAL OF HEIZOU (I always typed his name as Heizhou, what's wrong with me) has led me to include him in the LIs as a bonus one. As if there isn't one already lol.

So the LIs will then be: 4NEMO + Heizou, Zephyrus wink wonk

Heizou's introduction to the group will be a major 'boss battle' moment for the group ahaha imnotkidding- CONNECTIONS, CONNECTIONS.

ALSO JUST 4NEMO BECOMING BETTER AT THEIR RESPECTIVE FORTES IS DOWNRIGHT AMAZING LMAO- and comical. THEY CAN'T LOSE TO A NEWBIE- A newbie who seems to be too good at everything he does...

Ah, why is MC coddling him? Is he that good?? :((

YES HE'S THAT SHUCKING GOOD IT'S UNACCEPTABLE HE'S BECOME HUSBAND #5 AND THEY CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE RIVALS MAN.

Venti absolutely feels the most challenged.

He has the best friend card, thankfully, but that does not rule Heizou out of his radar. If he's petty, he's gonna be petty and MC will suck it up cause he's her bestie- okay he may not go overboard buT HE'LL BE PETTY- and at the same time x2 diligent in his work aha.

Xiao is another petty case, really. He won't hide his vexed pout when Heizou manages to outshine him in dance practice, you know, the space where xiAO'S SUPPOSED TO SHINE. It's become a one-sided rivalry.

Aether the softie for sure will hesitate about feeling slightly ill towards Heizou but he can't help it- goodness, this sweetheart man. AND KAZUHA, TOO, though yes he'd be more subtle.

Heizou definitely deviates more towards these two solely because they don't feel as dangerous as the cousins LMAO.

Ah, I can't wait to introduce the bonus LIs but there's much more to cover in the Fleur universe before that!

#moonlitchat #🧦 anon #m-fleur #i was eyeing this the moment it arrived in my inbox lmao #but i had to answer the asks that came before it first!

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blabberbutt · 8 months

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Thinking about vivid and strange Covid induced dreams…..

I missed 6 days of work cos Covid. Kinda scared for money so in my dream I ended up at my dad’s sterile, military looking house in the ‘burbs. He was cold and nasty. He got into bed beckoning me to follow. As he laid there i could feel his mass while I felt tiny. I’m much bigger than him btw, but…..dreams…. I was so uncomfortable when he whipped out a tattoo gun and started scribbling on me. I trusted him ‘cos he’s “dad”. Then he bore the ink gun down hard and held it still. Gritting his teeth in pleasure like when The Emperor was shocking Luke Skywalker. I still trusted him cos he’s “dad”.

Not hard to figure out that one…..

Second Dream….

I was seeing tunnels like freeways that lead all over the 2 major cities I live by. I could zoom here & get there or anywhere in the metroplex and it felt like home. I belonged on those freeways now. I took one tunnel & wound up at my old University. It was trashy, littered, some students studying but no party spots anymore. I realized what I really want, have always wanted was human connection. People. Then w/ knowing this I got all this energy & sprang about campus & the ghetto surrounding it. I remembered that my apt on campus was a party place for yrs. I can’t party rn….life changed….I party on my own now. Then I realized I need to maybe take a chance and let someone in. If she’ll quit stalking me and come around. Meh, she’s crazy and I’m delirious w/ a covid fever rn.

Need to reinvent myself when I get healthy again…

The New Covid sucks! It’s new and improved w/ eye drainage, muscle soreness, oral tenderness w/ bumps in mouth, that coof cough we all love and a stronger more longer lasting fever! Get it at your local elementary school today! Oh, btw as a bonus, you get adorned w/ the wonderful scent of sweet onions brought on by fever sweats. The smell stains all clothing. Thanks for reading and pls be careful out there.

#occult #spiritual warfare #magick #satanism #satanic ritual abuse

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whereonceiwasfire · 2 years

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i can't think of any drabble ideas specifically rn, bUt something i like to do is try to write drabbles based off of songs that come on thru shuffle or something :P

Anon, I could kiss you. This is BRILLIANT, and I've never thought of doing this before. Thanks so much for sending this in! The first song that came up when I shuffled my library was "Santa Monica" by Everclear. The lyrics gave me very Vlad vibes, and the verses in contrast with the chorus felt like the present vs. a flashback/memory, so that's how this happened lol.

It’s a familiar, empty routine Vlad runs through as evening tapers off to night. The staff get dismissed; the lights down the halls get turned off as he passes, plunging entire wings of the manor into darkness; the silence presses in, ever-present and evasive. The ambient sounds—the soft scuff of footsteps, the quiet bustle of movement, the clatter of work in other corners of his sprawling home—dull to nothing as doors slam, and engines turn over, and vehicles rumble distantly away.

It leaves him with nothing but the cruel company of his memories.

Vlad’s features are set, the prickling tightness across his chest starting already as he uncorks the cabernet on the counter before him—splashes red liberally into his wine glass.

“We could go, right now. We could be in Wyoming by the morning. California the day after that.”

He presses his eyes shut on the echoing whisper of his own voice—braces himself against the countertop, shoulders hunched, head bowed.

“Vlad, you can’t be serious,” she had said, soft features turned up on an uncertain, bemused smile, purple eyes flickering across his face like she was searching for some hint in his expression that he was messing with her. “What about school? What about, you know, graduating? Getting a degree?”

“Who cares about any of that?” he said, grabbing her hands in his own, willing his own desperation through the connection, fingers gripped tight, like she might vanish—the shimmering mirage off an oasis—if he were to let go.

“We do. We’ve all been working so hard for this,” she tried to remind him, and he let out an exasperated huff, releasing her to rake fingers back through his dark hair. She carried on in a calm, methodical voice, like she was trying to tame an animal. “You want to go to Santa Monica? Come on. You know I love you,” A platitude, and nothing more. “But you’re not really a beach bum, Vlad.”

Her laughter was forced, unsteady as she said it.

“I don’t care where we go. I just want to get far away from here,” he said, voice pinched, chest aching.

He’d had to work so hard for everything back then—sprinting to one of his four different part-time jobs after class, trying to scribble out a semi-coherent report at three in the morning, filching food off his friends' cafeteria trays so he could opt out of the meal plan, cramming his threadbare clothes in with their wash because he rarely had the quarters to spare. He’d come bursting into whatever lab they’d managed to secure time in to test their theories, ragged, and exhausted, but desperate not to miss out.

They’d be halfway through the experiment already, laughing, and standing close, exchanging glances between each other like secrets. The two of them weren’t anything, not yet, but he could see it happening as he was pulled in a hundred different directions—dropped shifts, verbal warnings, barely passing grades, inside jokes he kept finding himself on the outside of—unable to do anything but watch

He’d just wanted something to be easy. A new start. A reset. He’d just wanted a chance.

“Maddie, please,” he said, blinking hard. Weakly, he added an almost nonsensical, “We can live beside the ocean.”

“What about Jack?”

He should have known. The fact that she asked at all; he should have known. But he was young, and he was stupid, and he’d thought, if he could just….

His hand is trembling, unsteady, when he lifts the glass to his lips.

Instead of letting it go, instead of laughing it off, instead of giving a dismissive wave of his hand and convincing her that he really had her going there for a second, Vlad had to ask the damn question. He had to push it.

“What about Jack?” he said coldly.

Her features twisted into a disturbed frown. “He’s your friend too, you know? He would do anything for you.”

Vlad had let out a frustrated growl, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“I know, I know. You think I don’t feel shitty about this? But, Maddie, c’mon. Everything comes so fucking effortlessly to him. He’ll be fine. I—”

Vlad’s grip tightens around the glass in his hand, so tightly it starts to crack.

He hadn’t wanted to say that he wouldn’t but that’s how he felt. That if he didn’t leave, if he didn’t get away, with or without her, he was going to lose his mind.

Jack always had his own pull—his own gravity. He was loud, and boisterous, and charismatic. He’d had a way of talking to you that made you feel like the only person in the room—had a way of making whatever trivialities you shared with him feel like they were of the utmost importance. He made personal and professional connections as easily as breathing—stumbled upon so many of their discoveries together seemingly by accident. He had a family that actually cared, he had a bank account that wasn’t in the negatives, it didn’t take him months to convince people that he wasn’t actually as much of an asshole as he seemed at first blush.

And Vlad had just known that, if he stayed, he was going to be stuck in his friend’s orbit forever. He would fade into the background—he would have to watch as everything he wanted was drawn to Jack instead.

He sinks uselessly to the tiled floor, cradling the thinly cracked glass in his hands, tipping his head back against the cupboard with a heavy sigh.

“Vlad,” Maddie had said gently, grabbing his hand and giving it a warm, reassuring squeeze. That had been all it had taken for his naive, fractured heart to hope. To hold on.

She continued, smoothing her thumb over the back of his knuckles. “I know things are hard for you right now. But running away isn’t the answer.”

“Right,” he’d answered without conviction.

“Plus,” she said with feigned brightness in her voice, turning that enchanting gaze up to him, lips tweaking with a genuine smile that made his chest hurt. “The prototype portal is almost done! We’re going to give it a test run tomorrow. You wouldn’t want to miss that now, would you?”

“Guess not,” he said with a weak laugh.

With a vacant gaze trained across the room, Vlad lifts the cup back to his lips, drains the last of the glass in two long, hard swallows.

"You can't fool me. I know you're dying to see if it works," she'd said, giving him a little chuck under the chin. A beat, as she grew more serious, and then she added, “It’ll get better. I promise.”

"Okay," he said, nodding. He forced a shaky smile, met her eyes. "I believe you."

And he had.

But there’s not a day that goes by that he wishes he hadn’t.

#drabble requests #phanfic #danny phantom #vlad masters #maddie fenton #jack fenton #anon ask #thanks for the request!#the shuffled music thing as inspo is such an excellent idea and i will defs be doing it again in the future

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