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ahgasegotarmy116 · 7 months

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Feral | JJK One Shot

Summary: Jungkook comes back from his Global Citizen Festival and tells you something funny that happened to him. Pairing: Jungkook x f!Reader | Established Relationship, idol!au Word Count: 2.5k~ Warnings: Explicit language and mature themes, mentions of bdsm, sub space and pet play A/N: Hey guys this is my first One Shot that I've uploaded to Tumblr and I'm scared but excited to see what you think. My asks and DMs are open if you have any feedback or just wanna say hi! A big thank you to @trina864 for helping me and encouraging me to start posting on here. Hopefully I'll be coming back with more fics very soon! P.s. Horribly edited so please excuse any errors

"Did you get to watch my performance tonight?" Jungkook asks, bright eyed and bushy tailed walking into our hotel room. I look at him with a pained expression "I'm sorry baby I really wanted to but I had an early morning meeting to talk about this big case we've been working on" I explain apologetically. "Oh" he deflates, sad that I wasn't watching. "That's okay, I know how hard you've been working lately, I understand" he says nodding his head, coming over to the bed to sit next to me and see what I'm working on. He acknowledges all the sleepless nights I've been having, and no matter how much he tries to get me to come to bed, I never listen. Most early mornings he finds me sleeping on my desk having passed out from exhaustion and he picks me up and brings me to bed to get at least a few comfortable hours of rest.

"You wanna know something funny that happened today?" he says with a toothy grin. I hum in acknowledgement and close my laptop taking a break to give him my full undivided attention. "After one of my songs today I took my inner ear out because I could hear Army chanting something and I wanted to try to understand but I couldn't. So I asked them to do it a bit louder and I guess they were barking at me. Like 'woof woof woof woof'. It happened to me before when I was on Good Morning America and I wasn't really sure what it meant but it looked like they were having fun so I think that would mean it's a good thing right?" he says with an amused expression. "Yes Jungkook it's a good thing" I say giggling at his confusion. "So what does that mean when they bark at me?" he says looking at me and tilting his head at me just like Bam does to him.

I take a few seconds to think about it but for the life of me I can't really seem to put it into words without making it even more confusing for myself. "Um, well I guess the basic thing that it means if they think you're really hot, like beyond hot" I start. "So sexy?" he says encouraging me to continue. "Yeah pretty much and have you ever really heard the expression of 'going wild' over something?" I ask. "Yeah?" he says dragging it out starting to understand the action a little bit more but still showing some confusion. "Well it's pretty much based on that among other things. Another thing people say is 'going feral' with is like beyond going crazy like when dogs are like foaming at the mouth" I say brining up an extreme example trying to help him get the picture. "You mean like when they have rabies?" he says now thoroughly amused. "I mean kinda but not really" I say tilting my head from from side to side a few times.

"One more thing I could think to link it to would be something a little on... well a little on the explicit side" I say cringing at having to explain this one. "Explicit? Army? Noooo!" he says laughing knowing damn well he has been showing a more explicit side of himself lately, amused that Army is following suit. "You're familiar with some basic concepts of bdsm right?" I say feeling a bit awkward bringing it up. "Well... yeah we've kind dabbled in it a little bit right?" he says with a smirk and poking my side" I flinch a bit at it and laugh nervously "Yeah but anyways, have you heard about pet play?" I ask hoping that I won't have to explain it too much. He tilts his his head up towards the ceiling in thought trying to remember if he's heard anything about it but comes up empty handed. "Mmm can't say that I have" he says and waits expectantly for my continued explanation.

"Basically it kind of links to a degradation kink, you know when a person gets aroused by getting humiliated. You know, stuff like that" he nods his head showing me he's trying to follow. "So they are saying, well not all of them but I'm sure some of them are thinking this. But they are saying that they want you to degrade them and put a leash on them and treat them like they’re your pet and you can do as you please with them" I say cringing at the fact that I have to have to have this sort of conversation to begin with. "Uh huh" he says feeling slightly uncomfortable but still rather amused. "I mean you're hot so I'm not surprised that people are ready to submit to you like that. "Like you do" he says now dropping his voice an octave, making me shudder. "We're not talking about me right now" I say laughing it off, getting off the bed and putting some distance between us. Jungkook swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stares at me with a hunger in his eyes that had not been there moments ago.

"Well why not? We're already on the subject, why not continue?" he says leaning his arms back on the bed and spreading his legs. "Because we're talking about your fans, you know Army?" I say continuing to back away from him until I hit a wall. "I don't want to talk about Army anymore, I spent some time with them today so now I want to spend some time with you" he says purposely toying with me, pushing all the right buttons. I let out a slight whimper not knowing how else to respond. "It's been a while since we tried something new hasn't it?" he says sitting up a bit. "Would you like to be my pet? Let me do whatever I want with you? I already know you like it when I call you names. What has been your favorite one recently? Slut? Whore? Bitch?" I whimper again while squeezing my thighs together. "Ah that's right, how fitting, would you like it if I put a leash on you, and let everyone see what a dirty little bitch you are for me? Make you crawl to me? I might even make you drink out of a bowl like the pretty little bitch you are. But wait that might be something you would enjoy. Would you like that pup?" he says waiting for my answer.

I start to respond but he holds his hand up cutting me off. "Aww look at that, my dumb pup forgot that dogs don't talk. Now try again love, bark once for yes and twice for no" I squirm in place not sure exactly how to respond since the thought of it does intrigue me and I can't lie when I say that I can feel myself getting wet. He raises his brow at me waiting for me to respond and I finally decide to let out one little bark under my breath while hanging my head in shame. "I'm sorry pup what was that? I couldn't quite hear you?" I let out another bark in response now feeling my cheeks starting to heat up. "One more time for me, just a little bit louder. Do you want to be my dumb little pup? My bitch? Poor baby has made up her mind but is too embarrassed to bark. Come on, just a little louder. "Woof" I finally respond loud and clear this time, hoping he won't make me do it again.

"Aw there we go. Looks like you aren't the dumb little bitch I thought you were. Puppy was just too shy to admit she wants me to play with her". I breathe out hoping he'll stop there but he decides to continue. "On all fours, now" he orders. This I can do, and I've done it multiple times without question when he has me in this sub space that I've been tipped over in. "Good girl" he says with a tone of voice he reserves for when he talks to Bam. For not knowing what this is he seems like quite the natural. "Baby come" he says ordering me to come to his side. I wince at the thought of me crawling over to him and he notices my hesitance, "Aw looks like my dumb little bitch still needs training. Puppy come here" he says in a more playful tone. I decide to surrender this time and crawl over to him and see his eyes rake over my body with a expression that I have never seen before but it makes me feel nervous but sexy. Once I sit in front of him I see him play with his lip rings and then rest on biting his lip for a second just gazing down on me.

"You did so well love" he says cupping my face in his hand and rubbing his thumb over the apple of my cheek praising me for all that I've done. "You can come out if you want to" he says gently, coaxing me out of my sub space. I blink a few times and reach up to place my hand on top of his and he gives me soft smile, "There she is" he says and he looks down at me lovingly, "Looks like you really enjoyed that" he says helping me stand up. "You're one to talk" I say rubbing my aching knees that I only now just noticed. "Speaking of which you seemed like you're quite a natural for someone who isn't familiar with pet play" I say suspiciously. "Yeah about that..." he says trailing off. "Jeon Jungkook did you lie to me?" I say feeling utterly betrayed. "I'm sorry but you just looked super shy I just had to watch you explain it to me" he says pulling me onto his lap. I burry my face in the crook of his neck to hide my reddening face.

"You're so mean"I mumble, "Aw come on you know I love you, plus look at you, you're my adorable little pup who listened so well" he says rubbing my back. I sit up and look at him, "But I thought I was your bitch" I say with a roll of my eyes. "That too, but you're my cute puppy first and foremost" he says ruffling my hair. "Hey! Don't do that!" I whine fixing it, "We're not playing like that anymore". "Alright alright, I'll stop. We can pick this up later" he says giving me a quick kiss on my cheek and placing me on the bed walking over to his bag on the floor. "Huh" I scoff, "What makes you think I wanna do that again?" I say crossing my arms over my chest. "Do I really need to see how much of a mess you've made down there right now?" my eyes widen at his words and I cross my legs in response. "Exactly" he laughs pulling out his laptop and his phone, walking over to the small couch in the corner.

"What are you doing?" I ask curiously watching him prop up his phone. "I'm gonna go on live for a bit to check up on Army to see their reaction, especially since I dropped the teaser for 3D" he says with a smile. "You dropped it at the festival? Wow I can imagine the screams, especially after seeing their reaction to the proof teaser at your last concert in the US" I say shaking my head and smiling at the thought. "Yeah I'm even more excited to release it now!" he says feeling proud of himself. "You and Jack worked really hard on it so I'm sure they're gonna love it. Let's be real, if you just recoded a whole three minutes worth of you just breathing everyone would go crazy over it. That's basically what Hobi did in Jack in the Box right?" I finish laughing. He let's out a chuckle in response, "Yeah you're right, I'm sure it's gonna be great! Are you gonna go shower?" He asks watching me grab some stuff out of my bag. "Yeah I definitely need one, my back is killing me after having to sit in front of my computer all night.

"Okay wait for me and I'll join you in a bit yeah?" he says with a sly smile. "You better hurry up then mister, I'm not taking a three hour shower because you're still on live" I say remembering the nights he would stay up talking to and spending time with Army. "Okay just give me like 15 minutes" he begs. I laugh and start to walk over to the bathroom but he calls out to me. "Wait!" I turn around at the sound of him, "Can I have a kiss?" he says with a pout, to which I can't help but agree to. I give him a kiss and he deepens it and he promises between kisses that he'll give me a massage to entice me into really waiting for him. I nod my head and roll my eyes and turn to walk to bathroom to which he responds with a loud slap on my ass. "Hey!" I yell back scolding him, but he puts up his finger to his lips as he presses the button to go live telling me to stay quiet. I huff silently and close the door behind me and start the shower and hear him make excuses for the noise.

"Oh I think it's just the sound of someone taking a shower next door. Yeah it's loud huh? I guess the walls are pretty thin here. Oh! Jin! Jin Hyung!" I hear him continue, sounding excited at what I could only think is the sight of Jin commenting on the live. Smiling I get into the shower and let the warm water wash away all the stress from the day until I hear a slight jiggle of the door nob. "Ya! Woman open the door!" I laugh at his pleading and leave him there complaining for a while before letting him in. "Oops" I say "I guess I forgot" I finish, feigning innocence. "Uh huh, you forgot" he says rolling his eyes at me and giving me another slap on the ass. "Just get back in the shower" he says and I give him a kiss before doing just that. 'Tonight is gonna be a long night' I think to myself as I bite my lip standing under the stream of water, waiting for him to join me.

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eroseas · 1 year

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hii !! i saw that you want some requests so i wanted to ask if you could write an ellie oneshot inspired by shameless by camila cabello 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ just yk a lot of tension and angst but also a happy ending if that makes sense? i would rlly like that! i love ur writing and have a great night ❣️❣️❣️😘

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summary: ellie can't get enough of you, but even so, it seems she doesn't want you.

word count: 3.8k

pairing: ellie/fem!reader

cw: cursing, kinda sad not really tho, yelling

tags: @elliesstar , @ellieismami, @shesluxurious , @evanpetersluver , @anchoeritic , @elliephobic , @elliewill

an: i got a little carried away. modern au cause i feel like it. i literally first heard this song on tiktok and really enjoyed it, so thank you for giving me the song name lmfao cause i had no idea. this was fun to write! thank u for the request baby i appreciate it. hopefully it lives up to your expectations! thank u to jay for proofreading love u pookie. enjoy!

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It’s a simple agreement. No kissing, under any circumstances, ever.

You and Ellie would meet up, help each other out, then go your separate ways. Breaking up with Dina had been a tough call, and it hit her pretty hard, from what you could tell. She wasn’t interested in relationships after that point, just occasionally wanted a hookup.

The first time was maybe six months after breaking up with Dina. Was probably more, if you really think about it. Jesse was a good sport trying to be in both of their corners. You weren’t too close with Dina or Ellie and had only occasionally hung out with them before the breakup. Jesse was more your speed since he often third-wheeled when Dina and Ellie were together, so you’d join a hang out with them if he was around. Otherwise, you minded your own business, not wanting to overstep.

When Ellie first followed you on Instagram, you didn’t think much of it. Dina had been following you for a while, but Ellie wasn’t the type to be on her phone very much, if at all. Jesse liked to joke that she took after Joel too much, complaining about how many screens someone can fit in between their face and the wall. The first text was simple, just a reply to your story where you posted a picture of your cat enjoying catnip and a joint in between your fingertips. Ellie had made a little joke, then said you should invite her to the next one. It was subtle– a barely-there request– but sure enough, the next time you had a smoke sesh, Ellie was there in her too-big hoodie and ripped jeans.

“So,” you had said, adjusting yourself next to Ellie on your bed, lighting the blunt between your lips, “Not to be the loser who asks what we are, but what are we?”

She had turned to look at you with a weird little look on her face, one that you couldn’t figure out at the time and still can’t figure out now, but her voice held no room for argument. She had just pulled on her hoodie again, covering her tan skin.

“Friends,” she had murmured, as she watched the smoke pool from your lips, “Good friends.”

And that was that.

Before she had left that night, her hair mussed from your grip on it moments prior, and her hoodie on backward, she’d mentioned the no-kissing rule. You’d shrugged, a big t-shirt covering your figure, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Whatever works for you, Williams.”

You had put the hood up over her face and laughed at her deadpan expression once it fell back down.

And that was that.

It wasn’t a big deal, Ellie had figured. You were an acquaintance, someone who easily fit the group, someone who was hot and funny and Ellie’s type. She’d thought it over after you had mentioned once in conversation that you typically don’t go for relationships, and she had thought it was a good idea. She knew, deep down, that if you were to hold up on that end of the bargain, plus the no-kissing thing, everything would be fine. She wouldn’t fall for you, and she’d keep you at arm's length until she couldn’t handle it anymore. It would be fine.

(It was not fine.)

Ellie had been avoiding you for a few weeks now, dodging your texts and running off when you caught her at the cafe where you worked. It had gotten to a point where you eventually muted her number, in case she did text back so you didn’t have to deal with replying. It was starting to get annoying, the way she pretends you don't exist after getting her fill. Last time had been nice; she’d wanted to go to the park and watch the stars, and smoke, of course. You’d enjoyed yourself, joking back and forth with her till she got needy enough to kiss the side of your neck.

She hated asking for it, liked to take it instead, but you were persistent. You’d move your head to the side, a little smirk on your lips, her eyes growing big and wide, her pretty pink lips sporting a pout.

Thinking about it, now, you realize it must’ve been what you said after that made her all weird. It wasn’t awful, at least you didn’t think it was, but it’s the only real explanation for her behavior the last couple of weeks. You curse quietly under your breath, pausing your cleaning task as you close up the cafe, your eyes darting around the espresso machine in front of you as you try to piece this together.

She’d given you that look, and you just couldn't help yourself– it had slipped so easily past your lips that it was like your tongue was made to utter those words.

“Oh, look at my girl,” you had muttered, placing the burning joint between her lips. Her eyes were glazed over practically instantly, but they had dropped to your lips momentarily, like an impulse. You hadn’t put two and two together at the time, but thinking about that night when you’re sober really works wonders.

“Fuck me,” you sigh, hanging your head, wondering how you were gonna confront her about this. That wasn’t your strongest suit, but clearly, Ellie was worse.

It had been eight months since Ellie and Dina broke up, and she was over it now. She had been on the verge of it when she first proposed the friends-with-benefits thing with you. She’d watched the way you went about life, so unafraid of being alone, and she’d envied it. It was a sick, little green monster in her heart, a constant reminder that she was nothing like that. If it wasn’t Joel as a kid, it was Cat. If it wasn’t Cat, it was Dina. She just wanted to be her own person. To exist as herself, to be with someone without giving every piece of herself to them in the hope that they’d stay.

You were so patient. So understanding. It had thrown her for a loop, the way you took her words, or her requests, or the way you just didn’t care what she did. It was a mutual understanding for the most part; an understanding that she wasn’t prepared for anything, but she still wanted a friend. More than a friend, less than a lover.

It wasn’t usually your territory to confront anyone, and as much as it had annoyed you, it hurt. She was your friend. She talked to you and listened to you, she’d tell you facts about space and you’d tell her how lame she was for knowing it all. But you’d remember it anyway, and you’d mention something NASA tweeted every once and a while, just to get her to talk about it again.

You sighed, knocking on her front door. It was a shame, really, to have to come over just to talk to her, but if she didn’t want to do it herself, you didn’t have a choice.

The door swung open to reveal a very sweaty and very angry Ellie Williams, her hair pushed back out of her forehead. Her hands are wrapped, and your mouth runs a bit dry. Her eyebrows furrow and she clears her throat.

“Hey?” She says, her confusion evident in her voice, and you scoff. You nod your head towards the interior of her apartment, raising an eyebrow at her.

“You gonna let me in or what?” You ask, the exhaustion of a ten-hour shift collapsing onto your shoulders. Ellie bites her lip and eventually nods, though she doesn’t seem too excited, and creates a path for you to walk into her apartment. You sigh, glancing at her patio where her punching bag is still swinging. You try not to think about why she’s so bothered, and instead worry yourself with putting your bag and apron down on her entryway table. You toss your car keys somewhere in the mix while Ellie closes up shop.

Ellie sighs through her nose, glancing over at you every so often as she unwraps her hands. She’d hoped she could have at least a little more time to deal with her feelings, but even so, it wouldn't have been fair to you. She knew that her bullshit was going to eventually seep through the floorboards and drown you both, but she didn’t think it would happen so quickly. She rolls up the wrap and puts it away, taking a deep breath when she enters the apartment again.

It wasn’t the first time she’s had you over, and you know your way around the place. She takes note of the candle you lit, the one you got her after she ran out of the last one. It had been on sale, and you figured she’d like it, but it was a piece of you in her place that she grew very attached to very quickly.

“So,” she mumbles, leaning against the counter in her kitchen, trying to look anywhere but you, “What’s up?”

Her obliviousness is pissing you off more than usual, but you take a breath to calm yourself. Instead of scoffing, you take in the sight of her, her dark gray sports bra and black shorts hugging her frame perfectly. It makes you self-aware, suddenly, that you’re in your work clothes. She stands a little straighter, feeling your eyes on her.

“You’ve been MIA, Williams,” you say, just a tad bit exasperated, just a tad bit upset, “What’s up with you?”

She tenses, her shoulders flexing under the stress, and rolls her neck. You watch her with tired eyes, your head swimming with too many thoughts, feeling less relaxed and carefree than you normally do.

You try really hard, always rolling with the punches, always riding the goddamn wave. It’s a pain to expect anything from anyone– a disappointment. Everyone is such a disappointment, and there’s no use getting your hopes up. It’s not like you were expecting much from her, just for Ellie to be a friend.

“Nothing,” she says, shrugging her shoulders, doing that shutting down bullshit, “Just got a lot on my mind.”

You nod, humming, playing her little game.

“Like what?”

She squints like she wasn’t expecting you to ask, like she’s surprised you actually did. You stare back, unfazed.

“Just– stuff, I don’t know.” She sighs, glancing off to the side, not wanting to hold your gaze anymore.

“Really?” You ask, pushing further, “Would this ‘stuff’ have anything to do with what I said during our last little encounter?”

She rolls her head to the side, pushes herself off the counter, and walks to her fridge. She rips it open, pretends to look for something, then grabs a water bottle. She doesn’t say anything yet, just takes a swig, and lets some water dribble down her chin. You watch, stubborn, as you wait for her to quit dancing around the subject.

“Jesus,” she mutters, placing the bottle on the counter, “Yes, it did. You happy you got it right?”

Her attitude makes you roll your eyes.

“I don’t give a fuck about being right, Williams,” you say, your voice a little louder now at the sheer audacity of Ellie fucking Williams, “I give a fuck about you. You could’ve said that it bothered you.”

She shrugs her shoulders again, throwing her hands up like it doesn’t even matter.

“What did you want me to say? ‘Sorry, when we have sex can you not call me yours? Makes it a little goddamn awkward when we’re just friends’?” She exclaims, looking at you like you have two heads.

“That’s a start, Ellie,” you snap at her, and she freezes when you say her name, her eyebrows pinching. “You’re not the only one with feelings here, y’know. You’re my friend.”

She stills at the statement, the emphasis of the word ‘friend’. She’s called you that countlessly, but hearing you say it with so much certainty makes her uneasy. She shifts, ‘cause it just doesn’t sound right, and the realization makes her feel sick. She shakes her head quickly, suddenly overwhelmed, suddenly scared.

“Leave,” she says, her voice barely loud enough for you to hear, but you do hear it. It makes you still, even your fingers don’t twitch. The fear is ice cold as it drops down her spine, and she can’t bring herself to look at you. She does the only thing she can think of; she pushes you away.

“What?” You ask, your voice quiet like you don’t believe what you’re hearing. Part of you doesn’t, in all honesty. Ellie’s never been one to back down, never one to slam the door in someone’s face. Especially not your face.

“Just– Leave!” She yells, throwing her arm up to the general direction of the door, “Get the fuck out! We’re not friends, okay? You’re–” She pauses, shakes her head again like she can’t make up her mind, then says, “I’m done with you.”

That last part makes your heart drop. ‘I’m done with you.’ Like you’re some toy she’s now bored with, like she’s gotten what she wanted and now it’s all done. Like you’re nothing, like you’ve been nothing this whole time. A laugh bubbles up before you can even help it, tears pricking at your eyes, but you refuse to cry. You grab your things quickly, and Ellie doesn’t move to stop you, even if her hands twitch, and her legs falter. She doesn’t try.

“Fuck you.” Is all you say, but even then, it's a broken little thing. A barely-whisper, just something to say so you have the last word. She lets you keep it, and when you leave her apartment, you don’t stick around to hear her yell ‘Fuck!’ at nobody and nothing.

And that was that.

Ellie becomes a bit of a ghost after that. Whether or not she means to, you have no clue. But you have an appreciation for it; not having to pretend you’re doing fine is a weight off of your shoulders. That carefree attitude is a shield you wear, a buffer between emotions, something you use to move between the people in your life. The way people flock to you for something so minute, so temporary– are you that temporary? It’s a headache and a half to even think about.

Seeing Ellie at parties was a trip. She’d look so okay, so good. Like she doesn’t lose sleep at all, never will lose sleep over you, like she’s fine.

Ellie doesn’t know how badly she fucked up until she sees you the first time after you left her apartment. It’s not like she forgets what you look like. How could she?

Jesse drags you to a party. It’s been a month, maybe, since you and Ellie fought. It’s enough time that you don’t really do much when you see her; you stare a little longer than you’d like to, and she smiles a little too much than she’s supposed to, and you think about her before bed. A resentment slowly builds, little building blocks falling from the sky, but it builds. Soon enough, she’s not Ellie anymore. She’s just Williams, just some girl you met through Jesse. Just some girl who made you feel a little too much, a little too fast.

You see her after a couple of hours, dressed in a button-up you remember wearing once, and the memory makes you flush. You blame it on the alcohol because you’ll never blame yourself, and make yourself another drink. It’s about to be the time of the night where you leave, but you know Jesse will complain about you leaving without telling him, so you attempt to find him. It gets you knocked into someone’s chest, a pretty girl with short black hair and pale skin, who grabs your waist before you even have a chance to apologize.

You look at her, raising your brow.

“Sorry about that!” You yell over the music, but her hands are firm where they rest. She smiles a smile that looks nothing like Ellie’s, and it makes your skin crawl. You attempt to move away, but she keeps you still.

“Why don’t you dance with me?” She replies, but it feels less like a question and more like a demand, so you forcibly step back, pushing her hands off. You throw her a dirty look for good measure and tell her to back off, but she’s not convinced.

“Don’t be such a fucking bitch–”

In hindsight, that shouldn’t have been the reason you punched her, but unfortunately, Ellie has your patience wearing thin, even when you haven’t spoken to her in a month. It’s not your fault, really, when this girl’s nose starts bleeding, or when your knuckles start throbbing. You don’t even realize someone’s pulling you out of the building until your face meets the cold air, until Ellie is pulling you into an alley and asking, “What the fuck was that?”

You giggle to yourself, cradling your hand, and jerk yourself out of her hold. Your eyes meet hers, and it pisses you off that you missed them.

“Fuck off.” You mutter, pushing a few strands of hair out of your face. Her jaw sets, and her eyes narrow.

“Was she fucking with you? Did she touch you?” She interrogates, her shoulders tensing with every word that leaves her mouth, and the mere concept makes you boil.

“Are you serious?” You question, scoffing at her after the fact. You shake your head, your eyes trailing over her face, lingering on her lips, the one thing you promised you’d never touch. The one thing she wouldn't talk about, the one thing you wanted the most. She takes a step back, like you might punch her, too.

“Why the fuck do you care, Williams?” You let your hand fall limp, your shoulders deflating, “You’re done with me. You had your fun. We’re not friends.”

You echo everything she told you that night, because the only thing those words have been doing this past month has been bouncing around your brain, a constant reminder of what she thinks of you. You watch her wince, and you watch her step closer, and you watch her eyes turn down, like a puppy getting scolded. You watch her, because it’s all you’ve ever done. She takes a chance to look at you, her eyebrows pinched, her lips turned down into a frown.

“I didn’t mean any of that, I just–” She cuts herself off again like she’s scared of giving too much away, “I was scared.”

It makes no sense to you, not really; the alcohol has your chest burning, but you think maybe it might be Ellie, and nobody has ever made you second guess yourself before. Then again, nobody has ever been Ellie, and you don’t think anyone will.

Ellie shifts uncomfortably, watching your expression turn somber, and it jolts her awake. She thinks that maybe she drank too much, thinks that you look too pretty under this streetlamp, or maybe that she wants you more than she thinks she does. It’s just enough for her to lean in, though– close enough that she can smell the perfume you like to wear, and the strawberry chapstick that you don’t leave home without. Your breath hitches in your throat, and when you blink, Ellie’s impossibly closer. The insinuation, the tease of a kiss, makes you angrier, like she’s dangling it in front of your face.

“Like I said,” you mutter, looking into her eyes, “Fuck off, Williams.”

When she sighs her breath out, you can feel it fan over your cheeks. It makes you so warm, and a heat builds in the pit of your stomach when she smirks all sly and charming.

“I don’t want to,” she replies stubbornly, her eyes sparkling, “Please forgive me.”

It’s almost a beg, the way she says it. She doesn’t mean to, but seeing you so angry, so hurt, it makes her ache. She thinks that her loneliness will always sit like a chip on her shoulder, and she knows that you know it, too. She can’t bear the thought– seeing someone else want you struck a nerve with her, and it made her realize too much in too little time.

“No.” You murmur, Ellie’s expression falling to the pits of hell. You lack a finality in your voice, like you know you’re lying when you say it, but Ellie doesn’t know better. She glances at your lips again, how close they are, how she aches for them, and slowly backs up.

“Try again.” You add, and her expression lifts, even the tiniest bit. She nods.

“I will.”

It’s maybe another month of dancing around each other before Ellie works up the courage to face you again. This time, she’s not almost-drunk, and this time, it’s not in a dark alleyway outside of a frat house. This time, she comes to your apartment, with flowers and a stuffed frog plushie, her smile a little lopsided and her eyes worried at the edges.

“May I help you?” You ask, just to be a little pain in her ass, and you stare directly at her face, ignoring the items in her hand. She clears her throat, and shifts where she stands.

“Do you mind if I come in?” She asks, her voice wavering just a bit, her eyes bright with hope and something sweeter. You hum and shrug your shoulders, but move out of the way so she can come in. She does so gingerly, looking around as you close the door. You turn to her, and she faces you, smiling.

“I wanted to apologize,” she starts, looking all over your face, “I figured my shit out.”

It’s everything you want to hear, really, and you can’t stop the little grin pulling at your lips. It makes the tension in her shoulders almost disappear, the relief making her deflate. She holds the flowers and plushie out awkwardly, shrugging her shoulders.

“Got you these,” she mumbles, her ears flushing red, “I hope you like them ‘cause I really could not figure out which to bring you. There were so many.”

You laugh at the honesty and take them from her. You walk over to your kitchen counter and set them down, then make your way back to her, standing close and patient.

“Well, I love them,” you tell her, reaching for her hand. She bites her lip, and she can’t help it when her eyes fall to your lips again.

“Please forgive me.” She echoes those words from a month ago, getting close and comfortable, her nose knocking into yours gently. You can’t help the chuckle you let out, your eyes watching hers.

“I forgive you.”

She barely gives you time to get the words out. Her lips press against yours harshly, her hands coming up to your waist to bring you close. She doesn’t want to be away from them again, doesn’t want to stop kissing you, and it turns out to be everything she’s dreamed of. You grab at her belt loops, closing any distance that dares to come up, and melt. The kiss turns out to be everything you’ve dreamed of, too.

#ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #ೃ⁀➷; eroseas writes #ellie tlou #ellie williams prompt #ellie williams angst #ellie williams fluff #ೃ⁀➷; eroseas asks #ellie williams drabble

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tiny-vermin · 19 days

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I want to know more about the m9 artist au!! I remember reading a post or two about it a billion years ago (and would love to read them again) 💜

hi jess!!!! thank u for being interested hehe :")

so ever since i drew that lil thing of essek painting a frank stella inspired painting (or even before), ive been thinking of what kinds of art each of the m9 would do. essek ofc is inspired by a minimalist show that i went to here, all the big names from that movement were shown, but those really dark, sinkhole-like paintings are speaking to me. another artwork of boxes made of mirrors also seems like the thing he would do too

there's a kiln here that we visited which was huge, and surrounding it were artists' studios and some other ceramic sellers, i imagine the clay family having a place like this in the middle of nowhere amongst the trees, and caleb would do his work there

anyways because at heart im a shadowgast luver its centred around them,, they meet at an artist residency or something like that and its an incredibly slow burn that involves talking and not-talking and looking and not-looking. in the end i am but a simple wong kar wai fan so. that kinda vibes would definitely influence this, i would describe it as a quiet burning i guess?? time skipy and words that are not said

i think im gonna rant a bit more about their different mediums and styles so i'll keep it under the cut

i think caleb sculpts figures and portraits, but in a sad, kathe kollwitz charcoal vibe. maybe some funky looking animals, perhaps some pots and vases to look at the pretty glazes. he's interested in using fire to burn texture into different mediums, like ive seen it being used on shellac to make a really cool net of ink looking structure.. but yknow, just seeing the aftermath of glazed ceramic from the kiln is enough, and probably better for him to keep his distance anyways

the clay family produces most of the ceramic to sell, vases, pots, plates, cups, teapots, yknow just a whole array. and its really colourful too, depicting every family members different style. i think caduceus would do some matte glazes with a lot of different colours, theyre all a little wonky but theyre better off that way anyways. he does some really mean ink calligraphy and painting though

jester definitely does,, everything, whatever her heart desires kinda thang. she makes pastel textile installations and lighthearted cute paintings, but theyre always so contemplative and soothing. she gets m9 a lot of work cus her mom has connections, etc etc. i really love the idea of jester creating works that talk about the female body and femininity (definitely not projecting no)

beau is a printmaker and photographer who's really experimental, she loves cyanotypes and printing flowers (for yasha), idk she seems like she would put fabric and rocks into the washing machine to see what would happen. u would probably catch her in someone elses studio learning about what they do or in the library learning about what old people did

veth works in a museum as a curator, getting beau to help her sometimes with gathering artworks and artists etc. she probably organises community art projects for kids and public art installations. her house is full of m9's artworks and various other artists shes worked with.

yasha does bouquets as her post-retirement part time job, prior to that no one really knows what she did ("she probably murdered a bunch of people and is now hiding from the government"). fjord draws comics for fun but is also not a job for him, molly is a question mark for me. but these guys probably wont be in it as much anyways

im still not sure what format i wanna do this in, im actually having fun just writing it in my notebook now (digital does not facilitate the creative juices) but i do want to do some visuals like fake movie stills or storyboards. maybe they will work together well???? dunno. working on the other shadowgasty thing im doing made me realise how much easier it is to draw when there's a script already there, so im writing the script for myself

im definitely not as practiced in writing as i am in drawing, but idk im just gonna have some fun and see where that takes me, meanwhile try not to feel too bad that its fanart HAHA (very bad habit)

edit: i just saw my previous thoughts on beau being an art journalist, but i kinda like this better.. but maybe she can do both muah

#working tag for this ->#the kiln #honestly if u had any tips for writing #i'd love to hear..#i was insulted once on my writing and never wrote again HADHSFHF #oh and also emo smoking #that is somethng i want to draw more of

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minki-moo · 8 months

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♡‧₊˚ 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙥𝙩. 1 ♡‧₊˚

pairing ♡ mingi x f!reader rating ♡ m for mature tags ♡ office au, boyfriend!mingi, long distance, petnames (mingi calls reader baby), suggestive w/c ♡ 800 pt. 2

a/n ♡ so i originally posted this on ao3 and since it did pretty good on there i decided to post it here too. pt.2 is already done so i'll be posting it right after this one. pt. 3 is also in the works so i hope you enjoy!!!

you look at the clock. 9 pm. you hold back a sigh. it's been a week since your boyfriend left for his trip, and you can't say you're not disappointed. you had just gotten together after months of the both of you being absolutely clueless about each other's feelings. when everything seemed to be going smoothly, his work pushed a 2 week business trip onto him. and if it couldn't get any worse, with his trip and your workload suddenly increasing, you barely had any time to call each other, and when you did, the call wouldn't last anymore than 5 minutes.

you plop into your bed, exhausted from work. as you scroll aimlessly through your emails, you get a text:

minki <3: good evening shnookums

you smile as you read his text, silently cursing him for being so adorable

you: good evening princess

minki <3: how was my wittle cutie patootie

you: better now that i can talk to you <3

minki <3: awww ur making me blush

minki <3: …i miss you

as you reread the last text over and over again, different feelings start flooding your mind: lovesickness, longing, sadness, and…lust.

yes, you haven't been dating for that long, and your busy schedules made it difficult to meet up. mingi, being the gentleman that he is, always made the most out of your dates; taking you out to different restaurants you've always wanted to try, and planning other fun things that made you fall for him every single time.

although those sentiments were very touching and thoughtful, you have to admit that you were ready for more. you were ready for more than little pecks on the cheek, you were ready for more than tentative cuddles while watching tv.

the problem is, you don't know how to bring it up to him. mingi always seemed so happy whenever you had time for each other that you convinced yourself that where you guys are right now is enough.

a loud ring shakes you out of your thoughts. you look at your phone, a bright "minki <3" pops up on the screen. clearing your throat, you answer the phone and put it on speaker, letting it rest on the pillow beside you.

"hellooooooo beautiful~", mingi's soft yet melodic voice makes your heart skip a beat.

"you were taking a while to answer, so i thought i'd call you. are you doing ok?"

you take a few deep breaths, hoping he didn't notice how your breathing had become uneven.

"no no i'm ok, just a bit tired", you reply.

you could practically hear the pout on his lips when he replied.

"awww you shouldn't be working too hard. how am i supposed to talk to you if you're tired?".

you chuckled as he continued to curse at your workplace for making you work so hard.

after a brief silence, you hear mingi take a deep breath, and proceed to say something that made your efforts to stay calm go to waste.

"i wish i was with you right now."

calming yourself down, you manage to reply, "i wish so too, mingi."

"oh really? it doesn't sound like it". his voice practically oozed with sarcasm.

rolling your eyes, you say, "of course i want to be with my boyfriend".

"well i don't believe you~", mingi says in a cute little sing-song voice.

"then what do i have to do to prove it to you?".

"kiss me".

huh???, you think in awe. "mingi, darling, you're miles away, how am i supposed to kiss you?"

"kiss me through the phone~", he replies, as he continues singing the rest of the song in an out of tune voice that makes you giggle.

"ok ok fine", you say after you stop giggling.

you pucker up your lips and give your phone a big smooch. a small laugh from your phone makes you smile.

"thank you, love. i really needed that".

you and mingi talk a little more before he dozes off, still on call. you let the call continue, not having the heart to cut it off. picking up your laptop, you start working on an email while listening to mingi's deep breathing and incoherent mumbles.

"mmh, baby".

you freeze, slowly turning your head towards the phone, not believing what you are hearing.

you hadn't noticed before, but small moans had accompanied mingi's breathing. your face starts to heat up as you struggle to keep your heart rate down. what was he dreaming about that made him say stuff like that in his sleep?

"fuuuuck yeah, right there".

this was the last straw. you quickly grab your phone and end the call, still in shock at what you had just heard, and ashamed at yourself for letting it affect you the way it did.

after calming yourself down, you close your laptop and head to bed, your mind reeling over the phone call you just had.

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #mingi x reader #mingi #mingi x you #mingi smut

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chuitu · 7 months

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I’m curious to know how Yeva’s family tree :00

AND ON THAT NOTE HER RELATIONSHIPS WITH CANON 🔫

Here's a little family tree explanation! :D

...

Anyways, moving on to "Yeva's relationships with canon characters she encountered/will encounter!"

(Warning: May contain spoilers of future chapters of "LMK: Rescripted AU")

Chang'e:

Just after Yeva was somewhat teleported to the moon, she encountered Chang'e after she snuck in her kitchen and took about 4 mooncakes off the plate,

It was quite difficult for Yeva to communicate with her (As she was from Russia, and her english wasn't very good at the time), yet the Goddess was kind enough to take care of her,

Soon after she pretty much adopted Yeva, so in summary,

She is Yeva's mom now.

Ne zha:

A couple of years (alot actually) pass by and it was during the pre-modern timeline, (Post-pre-modern timeline???)

Just after Yeva's little power awakening caught the attention of the celestial realm, They tasked Nezha to go and fetch the little... "unexpected new celestial".

As far as i could summarize, Yeva sees Ne zha like an older sibling, Though she sometimes gets quite uncomfortable with his rough mannerisms, she also appreciates him for the times he helps her try to understand her new powers.

Sun Wukong:

She doesn't exactly have much thought about him, but she respects that he is a quite strong being,

although sometimes she questions his motives on becoming immortal and alat stuff, at some point she witnessed his little escapade with the Peaches of Immortality,

it's safe to say she has mixed feelings about that simian...

Redson:

It was during the pre-modern era (probably 500 years before the present timeline).

Yeva went back to earth for funzies and nothing serious exactly.

She was just minding her own business until a young Redson confronted her, let's just say stuff happened and Yeva wanted to befriend him, despite Redson putting down everything about who he is, she just brushed it off and thought he was just playing pretend and being silly, she just played along for his sake,

at some point, for some sane reason they became friends, she influenced him a lot to the point that his bossy and rude behavior slightly decreased by 30%,

Although, it's sad that their friendship was cut short...

Mk:

She meets the monkie kid himself during the events of "The end is here" (Specifically that episode where the LBD possessed the DBK)

After she steps in to save an old friend from getting crushed to death, and assists in getting rid of the source of the problem,

She only had first impressions about Sun Wukong's protégé;

"He seems new to all this... quite a familiar sight, yet, he's a little naive too..."

Mei:

She also meets Mei, but after the events of "The end is here",

Her calm, dull and reserved nature clashed with Mei's slightly hyper, fun and chaotic personality,

Yet she does her best to befriend her, rather, Mei made the request to become friends,

Her first impressions about her being;

"She's an odd one..."

As for the rest of the characters...

in summary, mostly neutral.

#lmk oc #lmk au #lmk fandom #lego monkie kid oc #lmk fanfiction #lmk mei #lmk red son #lmk mk #lmk monkey king #lmk monkie kid #lmk nezha #lmk chang'e #art #chuitqna #oc; Yeva-Ivanova Tereshkov #•rescriped lore•

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definitelynotshouting · 1 year

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grian snacking on Card Game Rage might even be a good long term thing as part of getting him to eat better, like, instead of limiting himself to just positive emotions he might realize there's a wide array of ethically sourced negative emotions including but not limited to "frustration at a contraption not working", "ARGH MOB", Card Game Rage, etc and there's a wide array of events other than MCC he can poke his head into for a meal

Oh!! So actually, this is something i want to mention about Watcher feeding habits and how they work, because i dont think i really expanded on this in any of my other posts laying out the lore and mechanics and whatnot

So when a Watcher feeds, its actually less about the emotions and more about the hertz frequency those emotions are occurring at on the electromagnetic spectrum. Beta brain waves hit around 18-35 Hz, which is about the hertz frequency that Watchers can "feed" off of as well. In truth, its less "feeding" so much as it is resonance. Watchers have very brittle code that takes a lot of time and energy to shape, and a lot of maintenance to keep from falling apart. Where Player code is super flexible and tends to repair itself just fine, Watchers have to resonate with a certain hertz frequency to repair their code manually. This hertz frequency basically happens to coincide with beta brain waves in Players, which in turn is related to high intensity emotions and agitation in the brain.

Watchers can "bump" this frequency slightly by a few hertz, and then keep their prey at that level of agitation for extended periods of time while they repair their code. Anxiety becomes a panic attack that goes on for hours. Irritation becomes rage that wont stop. Excitement becomes a manic high. The problem with feeding on one person, or even just a few people at once, is that it will quite literally fry their brain-- this is why Watchers tend to bring together larger groups of people, agitate their brains a bit (the effect is lessened over a large group of people), and feast on the resulting frequencies all around them.

So in truth, Grian feeding on Doc's rage would actually enhance and lengthen it, which is both dangerous for him, and everyone else around him. This is why Grian was so hardcore about only feeding on "positive" emotions-- putting together some silly events or fun games and then stirring their brains up is a little less dangerous¹ for everyone (but especially them) than making them all very scared, very sad, or very angry. That, and he loves them-- he doesnt want them to hurt. The fact that he fed on their suffering in the Life games quite literally haunts him.

¹ obviously, mania is its own problem, can be just as scary and dangerous, and has its own potential for terrible accidents-- but this is being written from Grian's pov, who views it as the lesser of two evils. The point of this au ofc is that its a terrible, horribly messy situation where there are no clear cut answers, solutions, or faults; Grian has a right to his own survival, and the hermits have a right to not get their brain chemistry altered without their knowledge or consent. So while it might seem like the things you mentioned are ethical choices, the truth is that if Grian were to feed on them, he would be extending and enhancing those emotions to an extreme degree-- hence why he tried so hard to only feed off of positive ones, and why MCC was a good feeding option in his mind bc emotions are already very high during those games, and few people are gonna notice their adrenaline pumping while they're playing or cheering their fave on.

(Altho, something i havent mentioned yet is that i HAVE come up with an eventual solution for him. And ironically enough, Doc is the one who makes it. I dont want to spoil it too much yet tho, so just know i do have something in mind that will help him get back home<3)

#shouting speaks #asks #grian #hermitcraft #3rd life #mcyt #watcher grian #watcher!grian #hunger au #that being said tho in an au thats a little softer on the science i absolutely agree and love the idea #grian expand ur feeding habits beloved this cant possibly be healthy (it isnt)#sorry for the infodump it Will happen again #txt

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the-admin-but-dumber · 11 months

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Silly little AU kinda

SrGrSo I know I usually post MCSM here but like, I LOVE Ark, it’s one of the many games I play and its definitely my favourite in terms of survival aside from minecraft. I love playing with mods and so on. Anyways I wanted to show off my most favourite tames and I guess ‘tame’ I have.

Rudy and Ech0! They’ve been with me for a few months at this rate, I’ve been playing a huge mix of mods and I was lucky to get them.

Rock Drakes are my FAVOURITE dino on the game, they’re so fun to glide around with and are just so cool, anyways onto the AU thing. Would you call it an AU? Meh. Anyways, I started thinking about a possible Ark AU with MCSM a while ago, when in doubt use the portal network for your weird AUs and make it a new adventure. I love the portal network and its sad we only saw so much, but anyways the whole gist of the story is they get caught in the portal network and end up in a world with dinosaurs and all these funky creatures, cool right, not too special. Anyways, the portal leading OUT of the world is actually right beside them when they step through, but it is horribly disfigured and needs to be repaired. The entire worlds is inhabited by survivors and tribes who’d already long since made their claim on the world, one of these tribes attacks Jesse’s gang because well new people. They’re rescued by this other tribe that takes them back to base on this floating rock in the sky. They’re given a run down on what’s going on with the world, all of them came from the portal network to be faced with a destroyed portal. The tribe they’re in has a pink flint and steel thats grown damaged in the years they’ve been there. They’re told that the only way to possibly figuring out how to get home is to find all these artifacts and fight the one that basically made the realm. The world’s admin if you will, I imagined her as a dragon or one of the main boses. They stay in the tribe’s camp for a couple days/weeks, learning how to make stuff, new crafting recipes, how to tame the dinosaurs and so on. Kind of a list of what creatures the order mostly use. This is all really off the top of my head since I never really made a solid list. Lukas; Sabertooth Jesse/Jessie; Argentavis (?) Or Wyvern? Petra; Griffin (?) Axel; Maybe a large apex? Like allo, or Carchar, Dire Bear? Olivia; Deinonychus/Raptor Radar; Rock Drake, but def wanted a dire wolf Characters that might NOT be in the AU but could be? Jack; Def smth that can passanger carry for Nurm (Shadowmane? He seems badass enough to successfully tame one) Romeo; Rock Drake too? Kind of had an idea that he and Radar were the ones to fall into the abberant area together. Minus the deadly radiation LOLL Xara; Also seems like a Shadowmane, or a snow owl. Ivor; Griffin maybe, he and Petra can having matching LOL (Gimme your ideas of what you think they’d have, this was just a sudden choice with not too much thought put into) Anyways, I was thinking of making this into a fanfic which could be fun, would that be an interest to read. Ark and MCSM are some of my biggest hyperfixations and I would LOVE to make content of the two games combined in this fun little AU.

#mcsm #mcsm radar #mcsm axel #mcsm olivia #mcsm petra #mcsm lukas #mcsm jesse #mcsm jack #mcsm nurm #mcsm xara #mcsm romeo #minecraft story mode #mcsm au #ark survival evolved #ark: survival evolved #alternate universe #crossover au #I just wanted to excuse to talk about dinosaurs #i love dinosaurs

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sometimes-love-is-enough · 9 months

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it's my birthday! another year gone. another year wiser.

i had originally planned to start posting the Locked Tomb AU today, as a treat to myself, but a series of depressing real-life events have made it so I haven't had time to even think about editing it, let alone actually put it out into the world. which is sad, because the thing I want to do most is share it with people. it's one of the most fun things i've ever worked on.

so I've decided to compromise, and share the first little chunk of the first chapter here. it's not much but it's here. enjoy it, and hopefully the rest will be on its way to an AO3 account near you, soon enough.

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In the myriadic year of our Lord – the ten thousandth year of the King Undying, the Emperor Unsleeping, Gracious Savior Of Us All! – Remus Tetradrachmus raised his hand high to the hallowed marbled ceilings of the Fourth, and prepared once more to murder his brother.

The fool himself was sitting out on the palace’s gilded balcony, completely unaware of any coming danger or trouble. His rapier was thoroughly sheathed, and more than that, he was half-sitting on it; the shining polished gleam of the scabbard crushed into the couch cushions as he sprawled out upon them. A new shipment of his dreadful romance fiction had arrived only the day before, and Roman was – as always – hooked like a dead-eyed fish on tales of swashbuckling heroism and cavaliers spouting lengthy, flowery, disgustingly soppy love confessions to their swooning necromancers.

Holding his breath, Remus rotated theorems in his head and thought about teeth and nails as he crept closer to the gleaming glass doors overlooking the city. An optimal position was the most important thing before he got started, here. Too close and he might only succeed in an embarrassing overshoot when he did burst out the double-doors, too far away and Roman might have time to actually make it to his rapier in time. Neither seemed optimal! Timing was everything. Fortunately, Remus wasn’t on a schedule or anything, pfft, no, nothing so boring. He could start this caper at any which time he pleased, right now or in an hour, or tomorrow, or never! But also he was absolutely going to start this right motherfucking now, because why wait?

Jittery with nervous delight, Remus wiggled his still-outstretched fingers in a frenetic flutter, realized that wasn’t nearly enough wiggling, and danced a little in place – a nearly-silent tip-tap-slide of boots on the floor. He wondered briefly if he should think over the consequences of his imminent murder attempt, and then dismissed doing so as entirely too boring. Fratricide with forethought was the most boring sort of fratricide, any idiot would be able to tell you that. Even Roman, dumb idiot baby brother that he was, might even agree.

Enough pondering! To work! To murder!

Remus flexed his fingers, laid them stiff and flat in the air, and got on with it.

He’d been working on this trick for a good few weeks now, and had managed to bite his tongue from bragging about it to his brother, which he’d considered to be very impressive considering just how absolutely bitching of a trick it was. Trick wasn’t the right word for it, it was a downright innovation and a marvel of necromancy he’d been developing. It wasn’t that redirecting a living subject’s thalergy was that difficult or unresearched of a discipline, oh no – Remus had read all the lore, he knew all the dirty deets, he’d been building off that research.

No, the real trick was forcing the thalergy of a living body down and through the fingers without the subject noticing.

Out on the terrace, Roman hummed a sweet little snatch of nothing-music to himself as he reached out to turn the page of a brand-new copy of the Nine-House classic, Just Like Seven. Remus was now close enough to see the little colored tabs of flimsy scattered all throughout the pages of the novel, and the little pad of scribbled nonsense laid out on the couch right next to it. Probably planning some soppy recursive fiction about Mark Septalo and his stupid sexy ghost-cavalier. God knew their bedroom was half-full of the damn stuff – the other half being filled with his own, obviously superior erotica of the same source material.

They were each others’ copy editors, and each hated the job with a fierce professional passion.

Remus squinted his eyes, and flipped the logistics of flesh and bone back and forth in his head like a child playfully batting around a soft ball, and his brother’s fingernails began to grow. Slowly at first, as the thalergy flow pushed an establishing pathway through to the destination keratin, but then exponentially, and Remus watched with no small delight. He’d practiced on himself, of course, but there was just something incredibly magical about seeing new theories come to life on someone else. Roman was, as always, his favorite necromantic test subject, now and forever and ever and ever.

At one inch long, Roman frowned and bit his lip and pressed his forehead closer to the page, as if in bullheaded insistence that nothing was going on and he just needed to read his book a little bit harder to make absolutely certain of it. This was a dumb idiot move from a dumb idiot man whose brain was smoother and shinier than the hilt of his ruby-embedded sword, and Remus loved him all the more fiercely for it.

At two inches long, Roman frowned deeper, and reached up to scratch the nape of his neck. His too-long nails made contact, and he froze and the frown got deeper, like a deep-sea trench caving under pressure. He whipped his hands out in front of them, stared at them and then glared. “Remus!”

Drat and blast; Emperor’s tits, he’d been blown! But not really, it wasn’t the hardest mystery to crack even if your brain had been worn thin by too many Cohort romance novels, and anyway Remus wasn’t even halfway done yet. The nails kept on growing, despite Roman’s hurried frantic attempts to buff them into stillness against the couch cushions, and subsequent even more frantic attempts to bite them off with his teeth, and now they were sprouting at a truly ridiculous rate, curling and creaking all over the place, looking more like long strands of extruded stone than actual bits of human body.

Three inches; four. Remus was delighted. His brother was less delighted. He couldn’t possibly imagine why.

“Remus!” Roman exclaimed again, horror mixing with fury in an exciting cocktail of emotions that Remus decided on the spot to term ‘horrifury’, just for shits and giggles. “For the love of the Emperor, stop messing with my natural bodily functions! Face me on equal footing, brother mine, and stop being a dick about it!”

Remus did not stop messing with his twin’s natural bodily functions, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to stop being a dick about it. Being a dick was his natural state and divine right as Duke of Onnuria and radiant heir to the Fourth House’s necromantic throne, as he so frequently proclaimed at important council meetings (much to everyone’s eternal exasperation). Instead, he increased the rate of growth, and waited for the inevitable to happen.

At six full inches long, the inevitable did happen. Roman went for his sword, and couldn’t manage to get his fingers around the hilt, his fingernails being long and curled and unwieldy and really stupid-looking. Remus took a moment to laugh and point at him, before pelting forward at a dead sprint and launching himself right at the sparkling shining glass that separated them. It didn’t shatter, because it was very well-made glass and they had spent good money on it, but upon his impact the doors burst outwards and he whirled like a dervish into the pale starlight of a muted Fourth morning.

#tlt au #my writing #storytime #this is subject to change and rephrasing whenever i sit down to properly edit it!#the run-on sentences in particular will most likely be cut back #i will stop making excuses. necromancer remus

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fatuismooches · 1 year

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Compilation of Anon Asks (Part 1)

I have a BUNCH of sweet anons in my ask box frequently but I usually don't have the time to answer everyone so in this post I'm just going to be screenshotting the asks and putting my responses underneath. Not every ask is here since it'll get too long but yeah I'll make other parts soon. Kind of long, but may be worth it since I ramble a lot about cute Harbinger stuff and personal hcs so yea :)

As someone who also headcanons Childe to be cuddly af as well, this hurts me to my core😭 Like I just know this man would not give you a break you'd be trying to do literally anything and his arms would be snug around your waist, and he would not let go for anything 💀

As such, you are very correct when you say he'd have a hard time with a nontouchy lover. Childe's pretty disheartened at first. But is there a specific reason you don't like being touched? Maybe he can get you to explain? Maybe you can at least link pinkies with him? He's starving over here. Of course, he would 100% respect your boundaries, but he'd be very sad :( Boy would have to get real creative with his love otherwise he might explode.

♿️🛐 That's what I think. More seriously though, this idea has a lot of cute fluffy potential, thinking about how this would be nice in maybe an olden times AU (pls idk the names) 💓 I'm thinking that they hid their true identity from you for a long time - you looked so fragile and helpless, and lived all alone - perhaps they were eyeing you up because your blood seemed so sweet, more than the average person even.

But even though they have much opportunities to take you, they don't. It seems that they have fallen in love with you somehow, and they can't bear to reveal their true form to you now. Until you somehow stumble upon them dizzy, completely needy for your blood. No matter how much they feasted on others, their throats still burned for your blood. Some would be more resistant and tell you to get away from them now. But all of them in the end, are clinging desperately to your shoulders, begging you for your blood and love otherwise they may go mad. If you accept, well... you'll belong to them forever👀

(Would they turn you into a vampire?? Some of them definitely would I think, like Scaramouche and Dottore who want you to be with them for all eternity. Others would be conflicted over you keeping your precious humanity vs wanting to claim you as theirs.. :()

(I don't know much about vampires other than that I played Ikemen Vampire before so excuse me😭)

PLEASE I love this! At first you have no idea whether Capitano is unamused or unaffected by you cuz all you can see is the pitch darkness of his helmet covering his face so you end up dying a little inside cuz you don't really know how to act now. But little do you know internally he's wondering how it's possible for one person to be so sweet and cute. Poor man doesn't know how to express his feelings in any other way besides unintentionally staring at you menacingly and then patting you awkwardly.

This is fiction, anytime is possible 🛐🛐 He gets embarrassed when his kid makes fun of him for his first meeting with you 😭 (Would he let his kid meet Ei?😭 She would probably feed them sweets behind his back </3 Yae teaches his kid how to be mischievous)

Ngl, Scara as a dad is very interesting :( I feel as though he'd want to give his kid a lot of attention due to how much he suffered from feeling as though he was abandoned by his creator, but at the same time the only person who taught him how to love is reader so he isn't sure how to properly express his feelings to his kid and might end up staying away for a bit :( </3

Scara fic is on the backburner for now, I think I will wait until 3.2/3.3 to finish it, or when I have a long slot of free time💀 But I love my boy sm <33

Your Capitano brainrot always amuses me, I love to see it 😭💓 I can't wait for solid info on him to come out, bc you deserve accurate fanfics with your man

You know, I always wonder how you and other Harbinger lovers survive with such little content on most of them😭 This includes me but are y'all doing ok?

The way you are so right 🥝 anon... Maybe he'd been conditioned for years to keep a poker face and be trained for war and negotiation so he's always like😐😕, a sharp contrast from your wide variety of emotions.

Even with the mask on you can sense sometimes his emotions, it's not too bad when you get to know him because in the presence of others, you know it's just his usual face. But with you it can either be - a weird form of smiling, a downward mouth due to concern for you, or his usual face.

Seeing him watch you without his helmet on for the first time is such an experience😭 He be looking at you and you're a bit scared cuz his face is not very inviting and you question him and he's like ? in his head he thinks that he's looking at you affectionately and you're like THATS UR FACIAL EXPRESSION FOR AFFECTION??

Imagine taking your hands and pulling up his lips to form a smile and his mouth droops immediately lol

#smooches talks #yall i said this before but childe is like my fav character so i think abt him everyday #yea ik thats embarassing #🥝 anon #i was gonna add more asks but i got lazy lol

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circus-babe · 2 years

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Flavors of love | 02

Synopsis: Double doubt in your on thoughts and feelings

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, enemies to lovers, college au, fluff

Warning: Mature content, Strong language

Word count: 2K

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A/N: This story is on Wattpad already, so if you want to read it ahead of time check it there! I will be posting them here though, slowly but they will be here.

After putting your backpack on the side of your bed, you plop your face on the pillow. There were so many things to think about today, usually you would find a way to not think about the events of each day but today it seemed different.

Everything that happened was so confusing, you've been in this college for the past three years and you still can't get over what happened this day in specific. At this point it wasn't about you and Jungkook getting first place but the whole staring you both did. There were a lot of glares you would give to him and a lot you would receive from him. However it never got to a point to which him staring at you would make you nervous.

The way his eyes were on yours felt different, the aura that both of your eyes held was way different from the ones of before. Something about the way he playfully smirked after had you thinking and overthinking.

How you wished to have a proper roommate to talk about these stupid things, just to share these feelings for fun. Unfortunately this year you didn't get a roommate, you had the dorm all to yourself which you felt kinda sad about. As much as you like being alone and having a proper dorm to yourself and can do anything you like on it, most of the time it gets lonely here.

The silence that this dorm always holds was sad, scary even. And although you have gotten used to the new change you just received, you still felt quite alone.

But for now you have to stick to keeping things to yourself, maybe you can find a way to write it down somewhere. But that will probably won't work out, mostly when you suck at expressing your feelings to not just to people but also in writing. You still are surprised on how you get good grades on writing to begin with.

There's many solutions out there, you'll find one.

As you were starting to close your eyes, you heard a soft knock on the door. The knock was too low for you to think it was true so you decided to ignore it and close your eyes once again. But just a few seconds after you did the knock got louder, making you finally get up.

"No one knocks here, why now!?" you groaned, keeping a slow pace on your steps. No cause you were being serious, there's no one that knocks on this lonely dorm. Not even your own friends, which you are wondering if you can even consider them friends.

Taking a deep and slow breath, you slowly opened the door. Not expecting anyone to ever come to this dorm since you don't have many friends to begin with. But once you opened that door, you regretted it.

"So you were saying Aman- Oh shit" he shockingly stepped back as you did the exact same thing. You have got to be kidding me right now!?

"You are not Amanda" he pointed at you suspiciously and confused "No shit, really!?" you rolled your eyes at him, making him laugh for a little as he quickly went back to the blank expression. Whether he was trying to be funny or not, it wasn't working with how tired you were feeling. Not that you ever laugh to any of his stupid jokes.

You have to see this guy every single day in class, and now you have to see him in the only place he can never show up. Just how unfortunate does a person have to be to see the person they hate the most standing in front of their door.

It may sound dramatic but it's true, Jungkook shouldn't be on the girl's side of the dorms. In reality no boys are allowed to be on the girl's side and the same goes for the girls on their side. And for the hate part, there's no denying the hate you have for him. But there's something about this situation that's making you gag, whenever a boy comes to the girl's side there's two reasons for that. The rare one, to which they are visiting their girl best friend for fun, and the common one is much more disgusting. You were aware he's was here for the common reason, and only that reason.

He's about to fuck someone.

What other reason would there be to be here? Most of the guys that come here, all do the same thing. No one here is truly there to study or just see their friend. You would have to have a good reason to come all the way here and risk getting caught from the hallway monitors.

"I didn't know this was your dorm" he smirked, finding the new news that he just discovered interesting.

"Not that you need to know" you crossed your arms, wondering why he hasn't left yet. Instead he's standing in front of your door. He obviously knows it's not the dorm he's looking for, so why hasn't he left? "Do you need something!?" you yelled at him as he just looked around to see if anyone heard you.

The scream was on purpose, if the hallway monitors come and find him here. Oh man that's a problem no one wants to go through, it's a legit embarrassment.

"Shut up, why are you being so loud?" he shushed you with his finger quickly, still keeping a look out for anyone that may come around the hallway. "Cause i can"

"Always so rude" now it was his turn to cross his arms, carefully watching your reaction after he said it. And it's not like he doesn't know the reason to why you truly are that way, but for some reason he loves annoying you to the maximum.

Watching how angry and frustrated you get, or you trying to find any comeback to everything he says. Something he's impressed with is how quickly you can get annoyed by him, but it's not like it's any different when it comes to him. You always find a way to annoy him just the same.

"What do you want Jeon?" you finally asked since he wasn't leaving, like at all. He was just standing in front of your door, not doing anything but bothering you. It's enough for almost one whole day, but even when you get to your dorm too?

"Straight to the point I see" he chuckled to himself "Where is Amanda's dorm?" he added, which now finally added up. He was indeed about to mention her name earlier, no he legit did mention it. Wait, is she the victim? Well truly she isn't much of a victim, in all honesty he's the victim here.

Amanda is, how can you put this nicely? A merry go round. You won't see this girl in relationships or her talking normally with a person, a guy to be more exact. She goes for the easier type of thing. Instead of relationships and love, she looks for their dick and bed. She's the type of person that fucks the first dude she finds attractive.

Let's say she has a unique way of getting called, and most people go with the basic. A slut. But you like to take it up a nodge, mostly for the fun of it. That's why a merry go round suits her the most. Someone gets out and someone else gets in.

"Don't tell me you're going to fuck her and you don't even know her dorm" you laughed loudly at him, making him surprised at your boldness.

You know Jungkook is the type to fuck whoever he likes at any time he likes. Just because he's smart doesn't mean he doesn't have sexual activites. Actually, from what you have heard, he has a lot of those. He likes to fuck for fun but never gets involve in a relationship, no one knows why.

Some people say that he wasn't that type of person before, that before he became this way he had a beautiful and healthy relationship with someone. Yeah you have known Jungkook for a while but you never truly pay attention to his surroundings or who he talks to and who he doesn't. It's not like you care anyway, and most likely he doesn't care about you to know the same things either.

But now you are curious to know about it, about his whole situation.

"Oh shut up, just give me the number" he annoyedly looked at you, making you laugh again. What a true dumbass, in the end they are both the perfect match. But what will not help is the fact that her dorm is right next to yours, and you swear if you hear that girl moaning again you'll end her.

Most of the times she decided to fuck them in their dorm not hers, but it only happened once. And that time you could hear everything, it was so fucking disgusting to hear that and having to just cover your ears with your pillow all night. She moans like one crazy ass bitch, you honestly thought she was getting killed or something.

"It's the one right next to mine" you walked out a little from your dorm and pointed at the other door, who had a really dumb and noticeable sign on it. 'AMANDA'S PROPERTY' Now tell yourself what kind of bullshit is that? Honestly speaking.

However you also feel bad for her roommate as well, now you are wondering where she spends most of her time when Amanda decides to have someone over. You could never imagine ever being roommates with her, you would simply Die.

"No wonder" he smirked towards the direction of the door, making you loudly fake gag at him. Now thinking about it, you know exactly what he will be doing there. What they will both do there, and now you regret thinking about it.

Just the image of Jungkook and Amanda fucking had you already disgusted, making shivers go down your spine.

Turning back to you, he smirked just carefully moving his eyes up and down. It was like he was scanning every bit of you, while you did the exact same. He looked good, really good actually, even though it was just a simple pair of grey sweat pants and a black shirt. Somehow he pulled it so well.

So well that you could see his well built body, the muscle on his arms. And you know for a fact that under that shirt he has abs, you can already see them. Fuck that has you already imaging his body. Just thinking about it made you bite your lower lip.

Quickly you snapped back to reality. Just what were you thinking y/n!?

"I'll see you late-"

"No you won't" and before he could finish that sentence, you slammed the door hard on his face. Leaving him talking on his own.

You were too tired to deal with this, too tired to even continue to talk with him. There wasn't anything to continue talking about anyway, he got the wrong dorm and you gave him the right one. He was going to fuck someone and you keeping a conversation that wasn't leading anywhere was stupid.

But it wasn't like you wanted to talk to him either way.

After you made sure the door was locked, you slowly walked towards your bed rubbing your eyes in the process. This day just keeps getting longer and longer. You just need that rest, that rest you've been craving for ever since early in the morning.

Waking up so early in the morning and the first thing you do is work, it's so tiring. Teacher decide to give assignments like they are for sale. 'Buy one and get infinite for free' those kinds of vibes.

Once your head finally hit the pillow all those thoughts vanish and all that mattered was the sleep you were going to get. That so wanted sleep.

But unfortunately, it didn't go like how you were planning it because soon enough you started to hear moaning. It started from low to high pitch. Either it was someone that was practicing their opera skills or just fucking Amanda.

Fucking moaning at one in the morning dude, come one. And it just had to be none other than Amanda herself.

Hell no, you are getting that sleep no matter what. And if disturbing their fucking section is the way then you'll do it.

Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.

#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jeon jungguk #bts jeon jeongguk #bts jeongguk #jeon jungkook imagine #bts jungkook imagine #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook x reader #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x reader #bts jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook scenarios #jungkook scenarios #bts #bts imagine #jungkook x you #bts jeongkook

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m34gs · 4 months

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For the writing ask meme: 9, 12, 19, and 30!

Hi friend, thank you so much for the ask! Sorry for the late reply; my migraine was really bugging me earlier. It's eased up a little now so I am excited to answer! 💜💜💜 (ask based on this post)

9. What fic meant the most to you to write?

Honestly, I would have to say A Different Kind of Magic; my Kalim/Idia fanfic where Idia mentors Kalim and Jamil in learning to control their magic before it consumes them. I know Kalim and Idia are a rarepair, and I know that this fic kind of just seems like me running wild with my imagination and going crazy with the angst. To be fair, those things are pretty much true. But, it's also a lot more than that to me. It's a story about grieving, about learning to let go of the past without forgetting it, about how parents aren't perfect and family is a work in progress, about how trauma follows you no matter how hard you try to hide it, and about how sometimes you can't have everything you want even though it might break your heart. That's some of what I've been dealing with over the past couple of years and so when I wrote this fic, those were all the emotions and feelings at the forefront of my mind. That's why it's so heavy. That's why there's happy parts mixed in with the sad. That's why there's no damnation of characters that don't behave perfectly and there's forgiveness and love in the end. Because that's what I needed too. I didn't even realize how much I needed to write that fic until I was already in the thick of it, and then I had a moment where I went "Oh. Oh. Oh shit this is me this is mine this is what I feel right now this is me" and I almost cried over it that day. I usually do put a lot of myself into fics, but this one was just so different and so raw. I put a lot of my soul into it. I really love this fic; I'm happy with how it turned out and it was so cathartic to write. So, yeah, it would be the most important one to me. If all the others somehow ended up accidentally deleted, I would be sad but I would be ok as long as this one stayed.

12. What fic was the most difficult to write? Did you finish it?

Hmmm, for a singular fic I think the most challenging one for me this year was the gift fic Mistletoe Misunderstandings (a Twisted Wonderland fic where Yuu is the only one aware of the Mistletoe Kissing Tradition); simply because it was the first time I included at least one representative of each NRC dorm in one fic for Twisted Wonderland. Capturing so many different personalities was a challenge for me, and several of the characters were ones I hadn't really written yet, or had not written often, so I pushed myself a bit. I did complete it and it was a lot of fun to do! I was in love with the prompt for it, and I absolutely am happy with how it turned out!! Definitely feel I've grown as a writer, hehe.

19. Share your favorite opening line

"There are some things in the world that simply cannot be explained. There are others which do, in fact, have an explanation, but it is so ancient and so secretive it has been forgotten. Others have an explanation yet to be discovered. Which of those three apply to the little convenience store in True Cross? It is impossible to tell, as much as it is impossible to tell what came first: the portal to another world or the wall it shares a space with."

-from Inconvenience Store, my Blue Exorcist Bon/Rin Haunted Convenience Store AU! I'm not sure why, this opening just sticks in my brain so much. I was super proud of it when I posted the first chapter, and I'm still pretty proud of it! Still a work in progress, and I love every minute I get to work on it!! :D

30. What’s something that you want to write in 2024?

Ooooh there's so many things! Of course, I'm excited to write more of the Saw AU and the Bar AU, as always! But if we're talking about individual fics not in a series, I would have to say I'm really wanting to start posting my Vampire Idia x Human Kalim fic in 2024! I love the ideas I have for it and I am super excited to write more of Idia and Kalim as a couple. (Plus, @kamikazequail gave me inspiration for another vampire au; since when asked I couldn't decide if I liked Human Ortho or Vampire Ortho better...there shall be two AUs!! Mwahahaha). And I'm excited to see what the year will bring!

#thank you again for the ask!#hope you enjoyed my answers #ask games #responses #for fun #feel free to ask more if you like

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guqin-and-flute · 1 year

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Hahahaaaa I couldn't pick just one, so I hope three is acceptable. ^^;

Xichen having FUN painting something silly /not like normal

WWX and the only vaguely annoying haunting

JGY doesn’t know games and it’s SAD

Oh, I'm totally happy to do more than one! 😁

Xichen having FUN painting something silly /not like normal

Unfortunately, this is one of the ones I don't have anything but the name and the idea. But it struck me that the Lan are so proper and sophisticated about their art that Xichen might not have done anything but calligraphy and whatever type of art style they were taught in school--like landscapes and whatnot. But what if he sketched his partners? What if A-Fu was watching him paint one day like '>:O !! THAT'S SO COOL, DIE, CAN YOU DRAW ME A DOG?' And Xichen is like '...yes, I believe I can!' And though he doesn't have a lot of practice with these things, A-Fu's opinion is that they're all MAGICAL. So he eagerly orders paintings and Xichen equally as eagerly paints them and revels in the ability to not be all dignified and perfect and paints a tiger with duck feet being ridden by a monkey for his son.

WWX and the only vaguely annoying haunting

Another single premise with nothing written for it yet, and I think I wrote it down as I was falling asleep? I think I was imagining maybe a cultivators in the modern day AU where *~sPoOkY~* stuff began happening in his apartment. But, like, lame spooky stuff. Like, the remote keeps being put in the trash next to the couch even though he KNOWS he put it down on the coffee table this time. The thermostat gets fucked with in the middle of the night, and maybe there's noises but it's some dude clearing his throat from down the hall. Not exactly menacing, you know?

He's tried contacting the ghost to see what it wants or if it's plans on passing on any time soon, but he's got no answer. It doesn't particularly seem like it wants to get help or justice or anything? He decides to name it Francis and when one of his non-cultivator friends hears him yell, 'Goddamnit, Francis, stop opening the cabinets!' while visiting, they're confused and ask, 'Don't you basically work for the Ghostbusters?' And he's like, 'Yeah, but it's so much effort to kick him out.'

This is one that I'm not sure I'm ever going to get to, but the premise was funny to me!

JGY doesn’t know games and it’s SAD

This one is an idea that @little-smartass came up with! In growing up in the brothel and being generally ostracized through childhood (and beyond), JGY doesn't know many of the common kids games that a lot of people know. Up until now, it hasn't been too much of a problem as he is an adult, but when his son and niblings ask him to play games with them that should be common knowledge, he's not so quick on the uptake. This happens a couple times and he feels more and more alienated and the kids, being kids, are not necessarily the most delicate about talking about it. They complain that they don't want to have to explain the rules or even just a simple, 'You wouldn't get it, die," andddd he pretty much spirals 🙃 This may or may not be its own little offshoot or it may show up in And A-Fu Makes Four!

From a tag game where I post a tidbit/talk about one of my WIPs chosen from a list of EVERY WIP title!

#ask game #tag game #my stuff #ask

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eyedelater · 1 year

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post about golden kamuy reincarnation AUs

reincarnation AUs seem to be omnipresent in golden kamuy fanart on pixiv. normally i dislike AUs because a character who didn't live that character's in-universe life is not the same person and therefore they're not the same character i care about. but reincarnation AUs offer an interesting loophole in that the character kind of can be almost the same person because they have memories from their past life. so the concept kind of won me over? to a degree. because of the loophole. let's talk about it.

i think reincarnation AUs have proliferated within the golden kamuy fandom primarily because a) the story takes place in our real world, so rather than your typical Alternate Universe, a reincarnation AU would be The Same Universe, and it doesn't feel like as much of a stretch; b) we who live in the present day want to project our own specific struggles and daily lives onto these characters we love, so we bring them into our era; and, most importantly, c) a reincarnation AU serves as emotional insurance: if your fave ends up dying in canon, you don't have to be sad, because you know they can be happy in this future life that you write yourself.

point c no longer applies for people whose faves didn't die in canon, but while the manga was still being released, i'm certain that the very real possibility of characters dying in canon was a huge factor in the proliferation of reincarnation AUs. after all, with this, dead characters can be rescued and live again. and they can live happily this time! they can be the same people with the same memories (in addition to new memories from their new life) but without the same burden of pain and guilt and crimes on their shoulders! it's like a wonderful second chance you can offer to suffering and beleaguered characters, and it feels real and appropriate because they lived in the same world as us in the first place. and of course you can also apply it to your favorite horrible little shit characters and have them wreak amusing havoc in the present day.

it's fun to think about pleasant everyday things like what kind of jobs everyone would have and how they would know each other. there's also the interesting thought experiment of how a character would live and grow and think as someone who has distinct and real memories of having lived before. there are a lot of fun ways to work out the details: at what point in their life did they remember? how much do they remember and how do they feel about it? did they think the memories were dreams until they met someone else reincarnated? do they feel like a separate person from their past self? was there some kind of supernatural blessing or curse or fate that led to their second chance? how do they feel about people who stabbed or shot them in a past life? how do they feel about people they killed in a past life? etc. and if you want, you can change certain minor factors to make things more interesting or more fun or easier for the characters (like, for instance, reducing age gaps...)

despite being an AU hater, i must reluctantly give reincarnation AUs my blessing because the potential for good fun is too high. but that only applies for stories that ostensibly take place in the past of our own real world, like golden kamuy. and you have to actually love the characters and think about what their jobs and lives would be like instead of just putting them all in a coffee shop. that would just be a coffee shop AU and it's not the same.

#golden kamuy #is this meta or a shipping post. neither. both. it's useless?#i say all this but it's not like i actually write fics or anything. i'm just being a pain in the ass.#footnote: a reincarnation AU where no one ever has past life memories is just a modern AU. not the same. doesn't get my blessing.

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crossdressingdeath · 6 months

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Baldur's Gate 3 Companion!Tav Ask List = can i ask for everything? no? ha ha [General] - 4 , [Story Specific] - 10 , [Romance] 6 & 12

(The Tav asks)

General 4 was just answered here!

Story specific:

10. How do they react if the PC licks the dead spider in the Gauntlet of Shar? He finds it hilarious. Also asks very intensely if it's poisonous, but he seems less concerned for the player's well-being and more like he really, really wants it to be poisonous.

Romance:

6. How do they react to the player character breaking up with them, or choosing another character over them? Depends when in the story it happens, naturally. In act 1 he laughs it off; he's a little upset and doesn't try to hide it, but they were just having fun so it's not a huge deal (and he has an instinctive sense that it's... probably better if they don't stick around long enough for feelings to develop). In act 2 after he admits he's fallen for them—which probably happens after the incident with the near-murder after talking to Isobel—he's openly pretty hurt but admits that that's probably wise. In act 3 it depends; before the Bhaalspawn reveal it's the same as act 2, between the Bhaalspawn reveal and the fight with Orin he's upset but understanding (with an additional acknowledgement that the whole "original leader of the Absolutists and Bhaal's former Chosen" thing does put a bit of a damper on the relationship post-inauguration). If the player is romancing him and Karlach and chooses Karlach when the two of them demand they make the choice, he's kind of pissed off and does threaten to go back to Gortash if the party doesn't want him anymore, but apologizes for being unreasonable about their understandable choice the next time the player speaks to him. If he becomes Bhaal's Chosen he will either accept that this decision was a bridge too far if the player's been mostly making good choices or be surprised that this is the breaking point if they've been mostly making evil choices. Either way he warns them that the only way for him to protect them even temporarily from the destruction he's bound himself to wreak upon the world is to claim them as his consort; if they still want to break up he'll be sad both for the loss of the relationship and their now-inevitable death at his hands but accept it as their decision, although not without making it clear that when he kills them it will be slow and he will enjoy it, simply because that's in his nature. However if he rejected his father he will be utterly devastated and beg to know what he did and why it's now, having finally freed himself from the Urge at the cost of complete parental abandonment, that the player is deciding they don't want to be with him anymore. If the player is in a particularly cruel mood they can tell him that it's precisely because he rejected his father that they don't want him anymore, which he responds to by just... walking out of the conversation without a word and leaving the camp until the next morning.

12. Free space! Share anything from your companion!Tav au! He will try to kill Isobel if the player talks to her again after getting the blessing from her with him in the party. If they succeed on an automatic Insight check they can catch what he's about to do and either head him off at the pass or let it happen; if they fail the check he stabs her, and they can either kill him (he gets better), knock him out or help him. If he does attack her they can either give him to Jaheira and the Harpers for punishment once the chaos alerts them or convince them to let the whole thing go and/or assure them they (the player) will kill him before letting it happen again. This whole affair can be avoided by not talking to her with him in the party once they have the blessing, obviously, but if the player hasn't done so by the time they reach the Gauntlet he'll ask them to bring him to her so he can ask her something either when they next speak to him or on the next long rest, whichever comes first, although with an Insight check the player may note that he seems a little off... If Isobel dies he'll inform the player that their choice to let him kill her has paid off after the next long rest and the Slayer becomes available, while if they stopped him he'll be a little worried about the potential consequences (and complain a bit if they killed him) but thank them for keeping him from doing something horrific and tell them mostly honestly that he wasn't in control of himself.

#bg3 #kyvir #ask games #asks #anon #i'm really enjoying this ask game. it's a great opportunity to consider things about kyvir that i might not have thought about otherwise

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zhiamomence · 2 years

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Hi. Welcome to the results this form, where your message about how do you feel when Hesokuri Wars one of the oldest and longest and quite popular of official Osomatsu-san game ever.

First of all I would love to say thank you to 41 participant to responses of this survey about it, especially of your shocked comment that you find out this game is gonna discontinue after October 2nd this year (I believe it'll end around 3pm Japan Time and theres event about it. idk what the fuck is going on here). Second of all, to anyone found out recently that this game will close soon as I mentioned it before, I'm sorry that you just found out about it :(

Pretty sure that the results gonna take longer than I thought, so I decided to hide half of it just in case not to clogged out your dashboard haha here we go!!

The first question I asked is anyone played this game before. 70% said yes, 29% said no, and no one choose the third one.

Which sounds great that you guys played it. For whoever never play it thats fine too bcus I know that 1. Its in Japanese and its hard to get the game (Eventhough theres english ver but they discontinue most of the recent part like in Japanese ver game) 2. its a gacha game that means you had to buy something if you want to get something premium sets that is cool but we'll talk about that later

Second question is how do you guys feel after they announced that they gonna kill this game.

I can see that most of you guys are really sad because of the one thing, the fucking AUs. yeah I know that bcus one time i played it before but had to quit bcus i know you have to buy somehting that you wanted but i feel wasted to do it so I quit after that (i never pay the gacha sets btw all i do is to pray to get lucky)(i only got lucky once)

seems like 4% really angry about the announcement or maybe they found out about it. Whichever is it I understand that. 17% agrees that gacha game sucks including this game and thats funny I agree to that. Only one person (2%) so fucking glad this game is coming to gone.

This one is about what's everyone most fav AUs from the game. Some of you guys never choose one.

I calculate the similar answers of all of those AUs bcus its too many so I give you the most top 3 fav AUs which is

Musical ( 9 votes )

Denki Mystery and Youkai (both 5 votes)

Akuma Riders ( 4 votes )

Congrats to Musical AU being jammin' and swagless as ever lol!

But this is not mostly about that, I'm gonna show you guys my fav, top 3 best comment anonymously by anyone who wrote this question's answer

No. 3

No. 2

and No. 1!

Congratulation to these answers!!! it made me a lil laugh hehe. to anyone who sad that their answers is not here, dont fret about it. I had to put top 3 best one instead of 5 or 10 bcus this post is going to be too long im sorry

This nothing to talk about more of this bcus it was quite new tho, we'll look up after they disbanded hesowars (kind of) so for who dont know, you can check it out here!

A friend of mine got me an idea while I'm writing this sillay questions but this is quiet srs to talk about that I've been wondering if the game is quite one your likes. 75% said yes and 24% said no.

Lets look for the detail of what you guys like and otherwise of your opinions! Let's start to the screenshot best comments whoever choose "no" :

and heres the one who choose "yes":

All of those comments both ways are all great! Sorry that your answers is not in here I don't want flooded too much with most of it

My thoughts, which is not relevant but I want to put this jic lol: When I was play the game when it was new I found it a little bit of fun where is sometimes you can do anything or to choose not to control anything if you have the chance like one time I can just play the game while I'm on lunch or something. But hey that was like uhhhhh 5 years ago? I stopped it few year ago but I still keeping up with the game with the AUs sets update and such till the end.

Conclusion:

There is also some pros and cons from what it answered above such as Pros: love the every characters design/Cons: had to cost money for that character set etc etc but from what I'm trying to understanding this is 100% yall thoughts when Hesowars is going to end after years of keep going on:

That we all going to be sad theres no new Osomatsu-san Heso Sets / Story mode anymore after this. :( Other of that yeah bye bye i guess.

But hey! the new game I mentioned before is also made by the same company so we dont know if they bring some AUs up but hey I said I'm not sure yet till they'll announce something soon we'll see! Also I will try the new game and I 'll review about it but who knows lmao.

OH YEAH i forgot the last question:

I told you guys that should I kill this guy I have for years and heres the result to wonder:

So most of you guys choose Option 3...................... heh....................... I see........................I get it...................

that means you guys want me kill him mORE LETS GOOOOOOOO

#zhiatalk #osomatsu san #osomatsusan #hesokuri wars #hesowars #heso wars #adding the lil extra in the end haha :]#thank you to anyone answered anonymously love all your comments!!! :D #and also thanks to hesowars to keep continue till the end we will miss only some part of the pros of the game lol #also this is just me being silly anyways i did this for the funny lol #have fun reading this lomng #ososan

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