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artheresy · 3 months

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Okay listen, I think Blade needs to be taken away from me. I haven’t had as much sleep this week and the sheer evolution in my obsession with him has become concerning

He is haunting my every waking thought, pls send help

All I can think about is stuff like how much more it hurts me, like intense psychic damage, when people say “Blade is Yingxing!” than when people arguing the same with Dh and Df because of how strongly the disconnect is emphasized. How Blade gave himself his name, after his rebirth as Jingliu said. How his character stories say Yingxing died his first and only death and how they immediately follow that up with Blade’s inability to connect with Yingxing’s past goals and passions. How, while he does take on the responsibility of his sins as his own due to… that’s how karma works ofc, there are still places where he is referred to as separately from Yingxing whether by the text or even by himself. How that disconnect with Yingxing is likely not only in part due to the “true death” and the mara affecting him and his mental state, but also the self dehumanization instilled into him by Jingliu during their lessons. And so, so many other things…

Or thinking about how, his whole outlook regarding their sin is literally directly from Jingliu and what she taught him while y’know, immensely traumatizing him through hundreds of deaths. Hundreds of deaths where it likely wasn’t an instant death given the thousands of times he was stabbed and the course of his entire first character story. Like, when you stop to think about just how much of how we see him currently is directly the result of Jingliu (and ofc, overall this all happened bc of the sin they committed which influenced her actions and his very existence, like jesus christ why is his lore so depressing), how you can see reflections in the way he treats/addresses Dan Heng and their shared sin to the way Jingliu does. Literally the fact that “Of five people, three must pay a price.” is Jingliu’s mantra and even after hundreds of years, he still follows it. UGH Sorry this is all word dump I know this is probably not coherent, I really need to sleep but trust I could keep ranting about this topic and how meaningful the disconnect between YX and Blade is and how painful it is to even see ppl insist Bld is Yx sometimes like-

Or, y’know, thinking about what would have happened to him if Jingliu never found him. Who could have found him next? Where would he have ended up? Where did he wake up in the first place? Would he have gone on living a new life, without any knowledge of who he had once been given he woke up without even knowing his own name? Would he adopt a new name at some point, either given to him by someone he eventually met or chosen himself after hearing others’ tales and histories? Would the Stellaron Hunters still have come for him given his connection to one of the Nameless? I mean, Kafka said it was his immortality and swordsmanship… if he never learned to wield a sword with Jingliu, would someone else have been destined to be a Stellaron Hunter in his place? Would any happiness be possible for him at all in a life like that? Since eventually he might see the people around him die and fade while he remains eternally youthful, if he ended up finding short life species at least. And eventually his memories would still catch up to him, whether the past mixing with the present or just his current memories since that seems to be how short life species are able to be mara struck. All via memories. Just how much would his destiny have changed? (Ngl, might make this into an au idea since I have brainrot, but I’m not sure if I need the added pain)

And y’know for good measure, why don’t I just keep thinking about how his primary reason for wanting to finally die and rest is, I mean a big mix of factors, but especially because of the sheer pain he lives in every single day. That pain that only goes away for a brief moment when he is killed, before he is drenched in it again. Perhaps not even just solely the horrible physical pains he has, but the pain and mental anguish of even being mara struck at all. It’s sad to think about, especially since it seems the only ending, at least that’s somewhat happy, for him is one where he can finally die and stay dead like ouch. OW! Thanks Hoyoverse for fucking up my brain chemistry with your emotional punching bag.

#that last thing hits hard #as someone who doesnt go a day without some kind of pain on my body no matter what i do #stansing up for too long? horrific pain. sitting down for too long? horrific pain. carrying things #moving your hands #moving your neck? all horrific pain #blade making me reflect on my own lifeand my own relationship with my chronic pain #its not good fellas free me from this #anyways #UGH #i love him so much #hsr #honkai star rail #hsr blade #alright im gonna sleep

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kindestofkings · 6 months

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photography era

inhaler x reader (platonic)

potential elijah hewson x reader (romantic) ??

reader is childhood bestfriends/ who doubles up as their occasional photographer, who the lads are trying convince to go on tour with them!

authors note: heyyyy so this is my first time every writing/posting something on tumblr so please be kind 🥹 social media aus are my guilty pleasure so i thought id try my had at one ! let me know what you think <33

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bobbyskeetz at least this idiot doesn’t still get the bus at the ripe of 24…

yourusername WHO HURT YOU ROBERT ?!??

collegefriend no cause im gonna miss seeing your cute face every day

yourusername no cause I cant think about it or ill get all sad !!

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inhalerfan1 wait who’s this girl?? How does she know the boys?

inhalerfan2 they’re all mutual friends! they all grew up together, think they met during school :)

inhalerfan3 she’s really into photography, she took alot of the bands earlier pics!!

elijahhewson great no excuse now come on tour with us

ryanmcmahon_15 yeah or youll be a big fat liar

joshjenkinson_ yeah time to join your idiots on tour!

yourusername …. dont tempt me

inhalerfan2 omg to be her

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inhalerdublin dont mind us, just dreaming of festival season. not long now 📸 @lewevans

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joshjenkinson_ 🤘🏼🤘🏼

bobbyskeetz oh baby take me backkk

ryanmcmahon_15 who are those good lookin fellas?

inhalerfan1 me 🤝 ryan

thinking bobby and eli are goodlookin

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yourusername @lewevans the man that you are, these a sick photos 🔥

lewevans cheers mate! hopefully see you in action this time around ?

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yourusername oh ffs not you too 🫠

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inhaler1 holy shit these photos are something else

inhaler2 was just thinking this! Ive never seen them before

yourusername heyyy they were acc taken by me! my camera roll is plagued with these boys at this stage lol xx

inhalerfan4 wow i didnt know eli could smile..

bobbyskeetz its yn’s superpower

inhalerfan4 fwfagshsjue wtf hi bobby

joshjenkinson_ and by a million you mean 1 day right?

ryanmcmahon_15 and we were literally all together last night

yourusername god forbid a girl exaggerates every now and again 😀

inhalerfan3 wait omg are they dating?? he looks so boyfriend in these

inhalerfan5 omg they have to be you are so right

inhalerfan2 jesus they’ve said so many times she their bestFRIEND dont be weird

elijahhewson accepted your follow request!

#inhaler band #inhaler dublin #elijah hewson imagine #elijah hewson x reader #elijah hewson fanfic

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kindkingsarchieve · 6 months

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photography era

inhaler x reader (platonic)

potential elijah hewson x reader (romantic) ??

reader is childhood bestfriends/ who doubles up as their occasional photographer, who the lads are trying convince to go on tour with them!

yourusername

liked by bobbyskeetz and others

yourusername graduated college baby, celebratory drinks, idiots returned to the homeland, re entering my photographer era, (rare) pretty bus seens, my girls <3

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bobbyskeetz at least this idiot doesn’t still get the bus at the ripe of 24…

yourusername WHO HURT YOU ROBERT ?!??

collegefriend no cause im gonna miss seeing your cute face every day

yourusername no cause I cant think about it or ill get all sad !!

yourusername collegefriend we’ll do coffee loads

inhalerfan1 wait who’s this girl?? How does she know the boys?

inhalerfan2 they’re all mutual friends! they all grew up together, think they met during school :)

inhalerfan3 she’s really into photography, she took alot of the bands earlier pics!!

elijahhewson great no excuse now come on tour with us

ryanmcmahon_15 yeah or youll be a big fat liar

joshjenkinson_ yeah time to join your idiots on tour!

yourusername …. dont tempt me

inhalerfan2 omg to be her

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inhalerdublin

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inhalerdublin dont mind us, just dreaming of festival season. not long now 📸 @lewevans

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joshjenkinson_ 🤘🏼🤘🏼

bobbyskeetz oh baby take me backkk

ryanmcmahon_15 who are those good lookin fellas?

inhalerfan1 me 🤝 ryan

thinking bobby and eli are goodlookin

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yourusername @lewevans the man that you are, these a sick photos 🔥

lewevans cheers mate! hopefully see you in action this time around ?

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yourusername oh ffs not you too 🫠

yourusername hahah U2 @elijahhewson

elijahhewson ….right prepared to be blocked

yourusername wait no no no come back! I dont even know who bono is !!

elijahhewson removed you as a follower !

yourusername added to their story

- bobbyskeetz hahahahhaha what an idiot

- joshjenkinson_ oh the receipts are coming out

- ryanmcmahon_15 well you know this is never gonna work to get back in the good books right?

- keep going tho

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yourusername so ill watch you life in pictures like a used watch you sleep 😭

Its now been a million days since my “best friend” cut all contact with me, come back guggi be here 💔

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inhaler1 holy shit these photos are something else

inhaler2 was just thinking this! Ive never seen them before

yourusername heyyy they were acc taken by me! my camera roll is plagued with these boys at this stage lol xx

inhalerfan4 wow i didnt know eli could smile..

bobbyskeetz its yn’s superpower

inhalerfan4 fwfagshsjue wtf hi bobby

joshjenkinson_ and by a million you mean 1 day right?

ryanmcmahon_15 and we were literally all together last night

yourusername god forbid a girl exaggerates every now and again 😀

inhalerfan3 wait omg are they dating?? he looks so boyfriend in these

inhalerfan5 omg they have to be you are so right

inhalerfan2 jesus they’ve said so many times she their bestFRIEND dont be weird

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#elijah hewson imagine #elijah hewson #elijah hewson x reader #inhaler #inhaler dublin #fake instagram #social media au #inhaler x reader #ejiah hewson fanfic

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the-amazing-wonderss · 8 months

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hihi!! i hope both of ur guys day is going good! This is my first time requesting so im a little nervous i read ur rules over like ten times (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) can u pls do Kou, Nene, and Hanako reading their s/o a bedtime story >w< ty in advance :3

A/N: Omg hihi its been awhile since we last posted but we're here and alive still~!! Oh and also If it makes you feel any better, this is actually our first ask 😭??? So we're really excited and decided to have both of us write for it, aren't you a lucky anon?! Anyways I hope you like it! ⎯ Mod ☠️ Omg...a request...Hello! ^^ We added Mitsuba to the list, I felt like a silly fella while writing for him. His brain makes me insane. ANYWAY, I actually didn't write angst. I can't remember the last time I did that. Enjoy~ ⎯ Mod👻 (if tumblr eats this again, I will cry)

Content: Fluff, slight angst if you squint in Hanako and Mitsuba's part, no gender mention for reader aside from the word 'prince' and 'princess' being used. Summary: Reading their s/o a bedtime story

Characters: Nene, Hanako, Mitsuba, Kou

A story about a girl who gets saved by her prince, not in an ideal way like she wanted it to be, but nonetheless, still fell for them anyways. ⎯ Once upon a time I had my eyes set out for a fairytale of my own, wanting to feel like a hopeless romantic with the person of my dreams. But to think that the person I've been dreaming of was actually beside me this whole time... Perhaps instead of me, it was them that was hopeless in the end.

It was during when you stayed over at her house and weren't able to sleep, that she suggested she'd tell you some of the latest stories she's been reading about. Some that you've already heard of (either from her already mentioning it before or seeing it in the media) while others not so much.

When NENE talks about her stories she's very enthusiastic about it. Happy to even have someone listening to her rant on and on about something she's been dying to talk about for awhile, but it's even more special when it's her S/O ⎯ especially if they were the ones to ask her first before she even got the chance to herself.

Her stories lean more towards romance for obvious reasons. Loving the tropes to the story is one thing, but another would be because of how she likes to imagine herself in those sort of scenarios. Embarrassed to even admit it out loud, though it's already clear why she likes them so much.

And although at first she was telling the stories to you to get you to fall asleep, it sometimes ends with you staying up a little later due to her getting a tad bit carried away.

Oh but if you do end up falling asleep right before her? You won't ever see or hear about it, unless you were pretending to be asleep, but Nene is definitely the type to give you a shy goodnights kiss. Feeling brave only because you were asleep, but if not, she'd totally cover her face as she fumes at how embarrassing it is to get caught in her sly act.

A story about a commoner boy who had a princess that loved him dearly, despite his backstory and everything he deemed as 'unworthy' of their love, nothing ⎯ not even his words, could sway their view of him. ⎯ Time and time again you run and hide from me. Behind that wall of doubt and insecurities there's something that you clearly don't see in yourself that I adore so much. When will you finally come to terms and see things my way? Love yourself as much as I love you.

It's weird how you decided to nap in the bathroom. Especially his bathroom where he's poking you constantly until you tell him off.

When HANAKO is reading you a story, he has you sleeping and leaning against his shoulder. His hand occasionally shifting your head back in place when he notices you nodding off or about to fall, or maybe even just doing it to use it as an excuse to pat your head ⎯ who knows? Clearly not you.

But the types of stories Hanako tends to read to you depends entirely on his mood. Whenever he's feeling like a jokester, he'd tell you horror stories just to see your scared reaction as you cling onto him ⎯ or when he's feeling a little solemn, he'd tell the sort of fairytale that ends with bad endings to them.

Differing between those two genres the most. But on the more rarer occasions, does he switch it up to something else.

Something odd, something you wouldn't even expect from him. Something ... that perhaps convey how he really feels but is too afraid to admit it out loud? It honestly depends up to you to actually catch onto it. If not? Then you probably won't ever hear that story again from him.

A story where a ghost finds a human and wishes to stand by their side ⎯ A story where death will not part them, for they belong together. ⎯ I keep thinking that I could be good enough for you - that you could love me as more than 'friends', maybe I am a bit selfish for thinking this. Not that I could ever say it to your face.

Someone decided to be nice today and bless you with a sleepover!! At your own house of course.

MITSUBA didn't plan on reading to you but you told him a few stories of your own. He wasn't sure why he did it. Perhaps it was the smile on your face every time you started reading to him, so he returned the favor.

He wasn't sure what to read until he came up with his own idea. A short story about a ghost, since he knew that firsthand. A story with a ghost about falling in love with a human, a story he...

As he told the story, he could see your smile slowly disappear, almost as if you realized he was the ghost in the story.

"The ghost never told them how he felt."

And that was the last thing he said before being engulfed in your arms. He knew this feeling - he's felt it before. That warm feeling.

The feeling of love.

The feeling of an old memory.

A story where the knight doesn't get the girl ⎯ oh...I guess this is a different ending. A story where the knight gets the prince, and they live a happy life. ⎯ I didn't change the ending! This is how it was meant to be! I...I suppose if you prefer for the knight to not fall for the prince then...Huh? You liked it?!

KOU brought a book of short stories over to your house. He was super excited to be able to stay the night.

Unfortunately for him, you had the same book and it just so happened to be your favorite!

Kou told the story as it was written for a bit.

Until he got to the end.

The story was meant to end with the prince marrying a princess but Kou couldn't bring himself to say it. Perhaps it was because he was never the prince. He was always second.

But it seemed that you didn't mind. It does get a bit boring reading the same story over and over again, and you did like listening to Kou talk.

"I'm...really happy you liked it." He says, almost struggling to get the words out as you blush and smile.

Maybe this really was his story, and that's why he rewrote the ending. Well, you can't say it's impossible for that ending to happen.

#☠️#👻#TBHK x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #Nene x reader #Yashiro Nene x reader #Kou x reader #Minamoto Kou x reader #Hanako x reader #Hanako kun x reader #Mitsuba x reader #Mitsuba Sousuke x Reader

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everlastlady · 11 months

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hi! im a new user on tumblr and i happened to stumble onto ur acc when looking for helluva boss fanfics!

i was wondering if you could do a striker x male!reader fanfic! as a trans man, its hard for me to find male!reader fics cause theyre a pretty hard find and a lot of the fandoms im in are kinda small!!

if u arent doing requests, thats totally fine! i can understand not doing them considering u mentioning ur break from the fandom ( btw i hope that things go well for u during ur break from the hh/hb fandom, it can be tiring )

if u are and u do do this request, thank you so much!! it means a lot to me. <3

have a good day!

Thank you! Before I take my break I'm going to get these request out of the way. But thank you! And of course I'll write Striker X Male Reader. I'll also definitely start posting mlm fics soon because I'm still getting into the comfort of writing mlm since I used to writing a lot of other fics. But I hope you enjoy this Striker X Male Reader!

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Striker X Male Reader: Hit & Run.

☕ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Happy Pride Month! And welcome back to this story of Striker X Male Reader. I had fun writing this while blasting music. So I hope you all enjoy but also fun fact I'm bisexual, demisexual, & demi romantic. I realized I was bisexual in middle school because I had a crush on my friend Heather and I thought I just liked her because she was my friend but the universe was like nah you wanna kiss her. Lol I discovered I was demi romantic and demi sexual when I turned 19 and since then I've been feeling comfortable with who I am. My account will always be a safe place for the pride community. You are not alone, you are strong, you are loved, and my dms are always open.

☕Word Count: 2083

☕Fandom: Helluva Boss.

☕Story Contains: Blood/A beat up cowboy.

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You stirred in your sleep and opened your eyes. You noticed that your husband Striker was no longer in bed. But this was normal; Striker usually go up early in the morning or at midnight to get ready for a job. You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started dating the outlaw. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, you were still exhausted from work. But you were glad that today was your day off, you fell asleep again but woke up a couple of hours later and decided to start your day. You took a shower and got dressed. You walked into the living room and smiled at the wedding picture on the table. You remembered this day and how you meet Striker. The outlaw had run out onto the road and got hit by your car. You had stopped and panicked seeing that you hit someone. When you placed him in the car and offered to take him to the hospital. He refused to go and ask that you just patch him up, you were unsure of this but nodded. When you had taken Striker in and patched him. He really didn’t talk to you, he seemed more interested in getting patched up and leaving but with his condition. He couldn’t do that yet so he stayed with you for a few weeks. Striker was quite the asshole to you when he was under your roof. He would growl or snap at you when you tried to help him. Refused to eat your cooking because said it sucked. But deep down he loved your cooking and would sneak into the kitchen at night to eat leftovers. You worked as a nurse at a hospital so you knew how to take care of Striker. He slowly started to warm up to you and he would do this by teasing you. Striker was taller than you so he would call you a small fella and sometimes hold items above your head. He would also poke you sometimes or make jokes. Striker did help out around the house, sometimes he would cook and you loved his cooking. “ I guess you could say I’m the better cook. “ Striker chuckled. You rolled your eyes. After Striker was healed. It was time for him to say goodbye; which made you sad. You would hate to admit but you felt something for the outlaw. But you weren’t sure if he liked you or if he liked guys. “ Hey, Striker. “ You said walking up to him, as you watched him get on his horse.

“ Yea, darlin’? “ Striker said. Hearing him say that made you blush but you shook your head, it was too soon to admit your feelings. “ Have a safe trip. “ You said, smiling at him. Striker smirked that smirk you loved so much as his gold tooth glimmered in the sun. “ Thanks for taking good care of me. If I see ya again you better be ya hear me. “ Striker smacked Bombproof with his tail and rode off. You waved goodbye while blushing and smiling. You thought about Striker’s words and nodded, you head back inside. You haven’t seen Striker for a long while, but you did what he said and became a doctor. You had just finished working late and had pulled into your driveway. You got out of your car and yawned. Pulling out your keys. You unlocked the door and walked inside; you switched on the light and jumped seeing Striker sitting on your couch looking beat up and bleeding out; he saw you and smirked. “ Hey, there darlin’ it's been a while. “ Striker said and winced in pain. You quickly close the door and ran over to Striker and were careful with him. “ Striker what the fuck happened!? “ You said and ran to get your med kits. You came back and Striker started removing his clothes and staying in his boxers. You blushed and set the medkit down. You placed his bloody clothes into a bag and started to patch him up. “ I had this job, and this job didn’t go as I planned. I killed the targets but I got a little messed up during the fight. “ He said chuckling and wincing in pain. “ Sorry, and you didn’t get messed up a little you got messed up a lot. “ You said and slipped off your blood gloves. Striker lifted your chin with his finger. “ Yeah, but a cute doctor is patching me up~ “ Striker smirked. You quickly stood up and Striker’s reaction made you laugh. “ But I’m glad you did become a doctor and I wonder if you still make good food. “ Striker stared at you. You smiled. “ I’ll give you some things to clean yourself up with and I’ll make us dinner. Since you are here and I patched you up, then you owe me some catching up okay? “ You said. “ Sir yes sir. “ Striker said and chuckled.

You walked into your room and grabbed a washcloth and a towel for Striker. You found a pair of grey sweatpants and a black T-shirt that could fit him from when a friend was staying with you. You walked out and handed Striker the items. “ Thanks, pumpkin. “ Striker said. “ New nickname? “ You said with a chuckle. “ Oh, little thing I have a bunch of them let's see if you can unlock them~ “ Striker shot you and wink then walked into the bathroom. You stood there smiling and blushing. You walked into the kitchen and decided to make your favorite meal, hopefully, Striker will like it. After cooking you had finished. “ Something smells good and I know it's not just me. “ You turned around to see Striker standing there. His white hair was a mess from showering. You walked up, shit he did smell good. “ Y~Yeah I made (food name). “ You said. Striker grinned and claps his hands together. “ Then what are we waiting for let’s dig in. “ Striker sat down as you made him a plate or bowl of food. You sat down to eat with Striker. The two of you catching up. Striker was proud that you had become a doctor. “ Here darlin’ let me clean those for you. “ Striker said trying to grab your dish. “No, you need to rest Striker. “ You said frowning. Striker chuckled and pulled you close with his tail so that you pressed up against him. “ I’ve been an assassin for years. I know what my body can handle darlin’ and I’m sure you've been on your feet all day. “ Striker stared at you with a serious look. “ You go unwind, my mama taught me how to treat a host the right way. “ Striker smirked and let you go.

You were standing there flustered but walked off. You saw that Striker had gotten the blood stains out of your couch. “ Oh. wow. “ You walked into your room and started to undress so you could shower. You weren’t sure if Striker was flirting or teasing you but those feelings you had for him a while back were returning. But what if he leaves again? You frowned and turned on the shower and washed yourself up. You let the water hit your body and you thought about Striker. You weren’t sure if you would ever tell him. You sighed and turned off the water, you stepped out dried off, and changed into your pajamas. You opened the door and jumped. You saw Striker standing there holding a pack of popcorn and a tub of ice cream. “ I was still hungry and saw you had snacks, wanna watch a movie? “ You smiled and nodded. “ I would love to. “ Striker offered his hand to you. You grabbed his hand and later that night you and Striker were watching an old western movie had had suggested both of you had finished off the ice cream and popcorn. You saw that Striker had fallen asleep at the end of the movie. You stood up carefully sliding him down on the couch. You walked off and returned with a pillow and a black blanket. You carefully slipped the pillow under his head and covered him with it, you watched him stir in his sleep. You smiled and walked off.

You got yourself ready for bed since tomorrow was your day off but you still valued your rest. You got into bed and sat there thinking of Striker and you fell asleep. You planned for a restful sleep but you woke up screaming and crying. But something held, you looked up to see Striker looking at you with a worried look. “ (Y/N) are you okay? I heard ya screaming and crying. Did you have a nightmare darlin? Here scoot over I’mma slide in. “ Striker said. You scoot over and Striker got in your bed and pulled you close and rubs your hand. “ You can tell me what happened if you want. “ He said looking at you with a smile and a caring look. You sighed, you might as well tell him and if he rejects you then at least the nightmare wasn’t wrong. “ I had had feelings for you, I love you Striker, but I had a nightmare that I told you how I felt and you just laughed you kept laughing telling me that you don’t love me. “ Tears threatened to spill again. “ Y~You love me? “ Striker said. You look up to see Striker blushing and had a large grin. “ D~ No, (Y/N) I feel the same way I about you when we first met and you patched me up and you let me stick around I developed feelings for you, I just didn’t know how to tell you. I couldn’t get you out of my head ever since I left. It’s one of the reasons I came back. “ Striker chuckled and you couldn’t help but let the tears fall because you were happy that he felt the same way. “ Strik- “ But you were cut off as Striker kissed you and you kissed him back. The two of you locked in a passionate kiss both of your tails wrapping together and getting tangled. Striker promised to stay in the bed with you and the two of you talked all night.

Striker told you that if you agreed to be his boyfriend then you would have to deal with the outlaw lifestyle the things that came with being an assassin even a couple of rules. You loved Striker so you agreed to be his boyfriend and follow his rules which were no calling him while he is working, no posting pictures of him on your social media, don’t let others know about your relationship with him, and be careful who you trust. Striker had these rules to protect himself and espically you. So you agreed to these rules. Striker held you close and kissed your head. “ I love you bo. “ Striker said as he kept his tail around you. After that night you and Striker continued your relationship. You supported him and he supported you. Of course, now he was no more careful when taking on jobs but even when he got a bit messed up, you were always there to patch him back. Eventually, Striker proposed to you when he made you a fancy homemade dinner. The two of you had a small private wedding but you didn’t care about some grand wedding you had Striker and that’s what made you happy. Striker always made you laugh and smile. He would play songs on guitar for you, even written you a few songs, and maybe sometimes he took you on trips. He always brought you a gift back from his jobs, Striker loved you and he’ll always love you.

-Back In the Present -

You felt someone kiss your neck. “ Striker~ “ You blushed as the cowboy pulled you close while placing his hand on your chest. “ I see my beautiful bo is remembered our wedding day. “ He said also staring at the picture with you. “ And the day we met. “ You said while setting the picture down you turn around and kissed Striker. He held you close and kissed back. “ I still remeber the nervous mess you were when we met. But you were my nervous mess. I’m glad you hit me with your car. “ He said laughing and shaking his head. “ How many times will I have to say sorry, but yes I’m glad I hit you with my car too. “ Striker dipped and kissed you.

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biografter · 2 months

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rambling about biograft x slingshot

people wanted this post and i shall provide !!

long post ahead, be warned

already so the first thing i should mention is that. bioshot started off as a joke because one of my friends who was playing slingshot kept complaining about dying to biograft, one of my other friends went “omg biograft slingshot enemies to lovers”, and then another friend wrote damn good fanfiction about them so thats how it started and now its somehow one of my favorite ships.

naturally, its more of a dynamics thing. biograft is an…interesting character to experiment with in terms of Relationships, namely because of the fact that its a robot who struggles to express a thing and was built to murder things.

take that in contrast with slingshot who lives a very slice of lifey life. owns a quaint little cat cafe, roommates with a pair of siblings who get up to various hijinks, loves his shoes, spends his days baking and cooking, just a kind and zealous fella overall.

biograft also doesnt exactly. Know a lot. poor fella has no clue what money is. and there are some avenues to go down with that.

take this piece of dialogue for example:

this is a lie. biograft frequently asks questions about what things are and if its dialogue with vine staff is proof of anything, it does retain answers to those questions and puts them to use when it can. biograft Can be taught, it just either:

1: doesn’t think it should learn anything

2: doesnt believe it can be taught due to the idea that it was built for one purpose and that it must stick to that purpose or its useless.

3: doesnt want to be taught or dare to step outside of its strict boundaries of interacting primarily with blackrock.

so, whats a better way to break that any one of those mindsets down than deciding out of the blue that, yes, it wants to know more about foot wear? what if slingshot teaches it about other things like baking or how to perform basic tasks around the house? after all, biograft seems fine sleeping in a closet and 3 idiots in an apartment can make quite a mess, there’s nothing bad about having extra hands around.

what if that line of thought goes all the way down to becoming genuinely acquainted with each other? casually learning more about the other as time goes one, biograft stepping further and further away from its original programming to help slingshot and learn more about the world and slingshot slowly spending more and more time to help the robot out.

and yknow, what if they help each other learn a bit about other things along the way?

also its juuuuust a hint of projection + wish fulfillment and if youve followed me long enough you can probably tell who is the slingshot to my biograft cough cough help me

so yeah thats why im weird as fuck

#im not tagging this as ph//ighting nuh uh i do not want people to see this post and laugh at me for being cringe #robo’s random ramblings #long post #bioshot

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doobs · 4 months

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May we have Dallas quotes? He is my fave vent crawling fella out there

I don't know about you but that statement makes Dallas seem very sus... 🤔

EDIT: I ACCIDENTALLY DIDNT CHANGE THE NAME OF ONE OF THEM AND IT SAID AHSOKA INSTEAD OF DALLAS LOL IM SO SORRY

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Brett: We've been conducting an ongoing study to see what Dallas will and will not eat.

Lambert: Grass? Yes!

Brett: Moss? Right.

Lambert: Leaves? Ohh, yes!

Brett: Shoelaces? Strange, but yes.

Lambert: Worms? Sometimes!

Brett: Rocks? Usually nah.

Lambert: Twigs? Usually!

Brett: Ripley's cooking? Inconclusive!

Kane: How did you... test this?

Lambert: You just hand him stuff, say 'eat this', and if he eats it, he eats it.

Kane: ...I'm oddly disturbed and concerned for Dallas' wellbeing.

Parker: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SHOELACES WENT??

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Parker: Guess what I'm about to get?

Dallas, under his breath: ...on my nerves.

Parker: LAI-

ripley has hit parker in the head with a flamethrower

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Dallas: Tired of just deserving better. Gotta start taking it by force.

meanwhile crawling through a vent with an alien in it

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Ripley: You have friends, and... I envy that.

Dallas: You're welcome to share my friends.

Ripley: *looks at Parker and Lambert*

Ripley: I don't want those.

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Lambert: So, what’s Ripley's type?

Dallas: Blue eyes, kind, oblivious, good sense of humor, turtle lover.

Lambert: Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we’re just friends.

Dallas: Did I mention oblivious?

Lambert: Yeah, why?

Dallas: Okay, just making sure.

two weeks later, lambert laying in bed: oh my GO-

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Dallas: I wish I was a cat, but not in a furry kinda way, more like a "I can sleep all day and hit people with no consequences" kinda way.

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Ash: Is it still visible? Where Ripley slapped me?

Lambert: Your face looks like a don't walk signal.

Parker: Your face looks like a photo negative for the hamburger helper box.

Dallas: A palm reader could tell Ripley's future by looking at your face.

Brett: The phrase 'talk to the hand cause the face ain't listening' doesn't work for you, because the hand is your face.

Ash: ...A simple 'yes' would've sufficed.

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happy 2024 :)

#alien 1979 #alien #incorrect quotes #ash #ripley #lambert #brett #parker #dallas #kane #hee hee ha ha #i think i'm funny but i'm probably not #alien movie #ellen ripley #joan lambert #horror

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signedkoko · 2 months

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hai!!!! i'm here 2 request a romantic hazbin hotel matchup :3

(i'm genuinely so sorry if this isn't detailed enough i'm really bad at details and i'm also very unserious)

Call me lux, lucia or vii! i'm a bigender (does this count as male??) fella and i kiss boys i'm a boy kisser and i'm an ISTP and a scorpio!!! and i'm chinese by the way

FASHION/APPEARANCE: i have like shoulder length black hair with red streaks, and i'm around 5'2 i believe? and i wear a lot of heavy eyeliner lol

in terms of fashion style, i'd say i'm pretty jirai kei or goth in general, i go through a lot of eyeliner, and i'm a big fan of the color maroon and pink!!

OVERALL PERSONALITY: i have a resting bitch face so it's easy for a lot of people to assume i'm silently judging everyone around me like an edgelord, when in reality i'm probably thinking about something really fucking dumb like "what if the universe is donut shaped?" i'm the type of person to blurt out something really dumb in the middle of a conversation. i'm an impulsive and spontaneous person, but only once you get to know me. otherwise i'm really introverted and will unintentionally glare at people if i find them interesting. i can tolerate most people, until they just start becoming straight up offensive jerks.

INTERESTS/LIKES: i have a lot of different interests and hobbies, like insect taxidermy, coding, i play the piano and cello, i do chinese opera, wushu, badminton, knitting, baking, and im really into digital art and animation! im also a really big music person, (MY SPOTIFY WRAPPED WAS AROUND 150k MINUTES!! THATS ABOUT 104 DAYS!!!) im really into bossa nova, edm, 80e goth, breakbeat, and heavy metal :D i don't get much sleep, don't need much sleep to keep me going. i also like my coffee double double (which is canadian for 2 cream 2 sugar.) or black. ALSO LOVE SOUR CANDY AND SPICY FOOD! i have a super high spice tolerance and will gladly eat my friends food if it's too spicy for them. my favourite food is hotpot!

FLAWS/DISLIKES: sometimes i have a hard time taking things seriously, and i don't really have a filter, so a lot of the time im brutally honest or i slip up and start insulting people BUT IM REALLY TEYING NOT TO DO THAT ANYMORE!!! i also have a tendency to gossip, but only to select people i know won't spill the secret to anyone else. i'm not a fan of busy and loud environments, sudden loud noises, and people who are generally uncool and jerks, but i can pretty much tolerate anyone else

IM SO SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO LONG OR LACKED DETAIL I JUST KINDA YAPPED ON AND ON!!! MAKE SURE TO TAKE BREAKS AND STAY AWESOME I LOVE YOUR WORK!!! :3

You got...Angel Dust!

It's good that you like pink and maroon because this spider is covered in it! Angel loves all things soft and pink, which also describes you! He's extremely fashionable and adores yours, even if it leans towards a more 'darl' aesthetic than his.

If anyone can handle a resting bitch face, it's this guy. Both of you can seem really intimidating to others, which melts away the moment the two of you laugh or talk about anything. It's visible how much you melt around each other, especially Angel. Once he's in your company, he just wants to chill and hear you talk.

One thing Angel does make fun of you for is your spectrum of music. He is super into edm and excitable music, and knowing you are too only makes it funny when your playlist switches from bossa nova to heavy metal. Overall, Angel isn't very picky about music, and hearing you play instruments starts to loosen him up to softer, gentler varieties.

The demon has an insatiable sweet tooth; he loves all things candy and all things sweet. Often, when you two go out, you'll switch things on your plates for the other's preference. Angel gets a lot of candy as 'gifts' and will give you anything sour or spicy out of the mix. Of course, if anything is too sweet for you, Angel is more than happy to snatch it for himself!

If you ever take Angel out for hotpot, it'd need to have a mild section of broth at least! He would die using the spicy broth, but at least this way you can both enjoy it together!

Expect matching outfits or themes, tasting each other's food a lot, and Angel requesting that you play songs for him to sing along with all the time.

Authors Note - I do matchups for male readers!! So its totally cool either way. Also I found this so funny, I am canadian and I also drink double double + I lived in China (Chengdu + Beijing) for a handful of months as a teen. I had so much hotpot but I am so bad with spice it killed me 🤭 Thank you for requesting!

#koko writez #hazbin hotel matchups #helluva boss matchups

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thebananwithaplan · 8 months

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(lordofthelostworld) Whenever it was that the Announcer should have some time to himself, perhaps once the kids he was babysitting were asleep, a voice would call out to him, seemingly disembodied in nature. “Hey, pal. You got a moment?”

It was far too goofy-sounding to come off as ominous, as it was quite the caricature of a Brooklyn accent.

“I was just hopin’ to ask something a teensy bit personal, while the yella’ fella ain’t around.” Ah, he meant the host. “Now, you don’t gotta worry about word gettin’ out. I ain’t from ‘round here and quite frankly, I’ve got no interest in blackmail or anything. Though I’d understand if you don’t wanna, considerin’ the circumstances.” After all, whoever this was could not be seen. This could all just be some weird dream, not at all anchored to reality.

“From your perspective – is this ‘Dancing Banana’ guy a good person? Or is there anything about him dat ain’t so great?” There was a short pause. “I figured since ya work closely with ‘im, you might know a thing or two. For clarity’s sake.”

You know what. This 'babysitting' thing was not as easy as it looked, especially if this was for two whole weeks. Even though this was a much more casual setting in comparison to the show that he worked on, the nephews were still a little demanding despite of it; Peel still more or less so (being that he's the production manager).

'Help with our homework' this, 'Do the dishes' that, 'Please play Mario Kart with us' here, and 'can we go somewhere' there. At one point, Announcer couldn't tell if this was any easier than being told around by the same boys on an ACTUAL day at work. Little did he know, the nephews were indeed testing the sentient microphone (per their uncle's request).

Then again, he did bring it upon himself to accept the deal; he can't let the boys have a single complaint against him. If he did, he can kiss that potentially high amount of money goodbye.

🎙️ "Phew..... another day, another couple dollars...." With the boys already asleep by now, he could finally go take a rest himself. Slumping down on the couch, he was pretty much nodding off to sleep when all of a sudden...

...A disembodied voice spoke. One that wasn't his own.

🎙️ "H... hello???"

🎙️ "Who's there??"

Shoot. Did he leave the door open? Is he actually dreaming right now? Tried as he could to look around the little living room, the Announcer could not find a matching body for that voice. Last he checked, announcers weren't supposed to have their own announcers... were they?

He can barely afford to pay for himself, what would make anyone think he can afford for another?

Then the mysterious 'not-announcer's' proposition and his question wanting to be answered. About DB, nonetheless. Gee, even when the banan' isn't here does he STILL attract all sorts of attention...

🎙️ "Well.... nobody's really ever perfect, let's be honest here! Anything we imply about the things he 'may or may not' have committed... all just jokes and Hollywood acting to entertain the fans and bring in the views and money! Promise!" Despite the nonsense that the living meme would make them all go through, they were still very much close-enough friends that trusted each other enough to not out each other outside of show and studio-related business, dream or not. Because if he's being honest, he himself is no saint, either...

#lordofthelostworld #ask #the disembodied voice i sign paychecks to (the announcer)#spinoff episode 1 #((This is the only ask I got for the Announcer / 'spinoff episode' event so thank you for your patience!))

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jovenshires · 3 months

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SPANSE ANON.

Dude I’m glad someone finally be seeing this ship man I’ve been thinking bout it ever since the herd mentality where Spencer turned into the b-52s or whatever, it was one of those weird random 2 am brain rots where you go back to it the next day after sleeping and are like “tf?” But anyways Ty new rarepair just got unlocked fellas

LKFNSRKLGNKLNGRK GOOD im glad they have a community. i'm all for it cant wait for when the first spanse fic drops

#ill be here with my cup of tea in my cozy lil chair waiting to read #spanse #shipping #ask #asks #anon #anonymous

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demure2 · 9 months

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Blood is Thicker Than Wine _ TWO

> BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WINE [MASTERLIST]

— 1930s au

— yandere neighbor!chanyeol x reader || ft. best friend!sehun

— genre: angst, suggestive

— warnings: language, alcohol use, cigarette/substance use, mental illness, forced kiss, anxiety, blood, older fella neighborhood freak chanyeol

— word count: 3.0k

— note: another warning on this part for a forceful kiss at the end of this chapter. i think like another 1 or 2 parts with this and then im out. i hope anyone who reads this enjoys :3

The guilt accumulating in your gut eats away at your stomach like a corrosive, a caustic, acidic agent. You wanted to apologize for all that had happened last night, since you knew Sehun wouldn’t. Bad terms tasted bitter to you - and what could go wrong? This would be the only time you would ever substantiate it. Just once. Break the rules once. A breath of fresh air.

Mr. Park would have felt so good to know you were thinking about him this much. He almost feels filthy thinking about you, desire palpable in his hands. He needs to see you again, desperately.

Undeniably handsome. Broad and toned, sculpted shoulders with carefully allocated muscle. Tall, with large ears and moon craters for dimples. Though his eyes appear melancholic these days, his timid smile compliments them well. His black hair is well kept, sometimes slicked back and sometimes left down in the front. Recently he’s been staying up later to look out for the newspaper boy and the girl accompanying him, which has contoured his eyebags considerably. He’s so touch-deprived. Not many girls are in his line-of-work.

But he hates that newspaper boy, Sehun. He left cowardly like a rabbit, with unfinished business behind.

His breath hitches, knowing that he could take care of you better than Sehun ever could. Annoyance pulls at his eyebrows, furrowing them tightly. It makes him frustrated, feeling like a teenager again, blood rushing at the thought at how many times Sehun might have touched you the wrong way.

In war-injury fashion, a traumatic incident had caused his right arm to lose partial functionality, in a position stuck at his torso. His fingers still retain some ambit of movement, but his stiff arm has taken away many other enjoyable things from his life, like sleeping on his side.

That’s how you find him this Thursday night. He’s struggling to position himself in a way that doesn’t put pressure on his arm, shifting mundanely on his elbows deep in the grass of his front lawn. No one likes dandelion weeds, not in this town. Mr. Park was no anomaly.

Your lips part to greet him, but you just watch in silence instead. His eyes are distant and deep in thought, customarily maintaining his lawn.

Yellow and blooming, they serve a symbol of constant ubiquity. And no matter how much weed-killer he drowns them in, they always come back for him. He ends up preferring to emerge at night, when the nightshade colors the ochre dandelions a cold gray, and the chartreuse grass an austerish blue. You shift your attention to the wilted flowers on the trellis instead. They look like daffodils, though they’ve lost their hue. They don’t look up at the sun anymore, only toward the shadows, diverging further toward the ground.

And so he can’t help but scoff when he reaches to the other side of his front gate to grasp a cigar butt not his, nestled neatly in an enclosed bed of yellow. Unharmed, it hasn’t been there for long. He crushes it briskly between his fingers, figuring it must have belonged to Sehun from last night. Pretty things are temporary, but ugly things are immutable.

You swear you’ll leave him alone with his garden, just tonight. There are no bonds thicker than good blood in this town, not even the horrible, horrible guilt that lulls you under.

“Hey lady!”

“Hi Sehun,” you breathe barely, still exhausted from the night two days earlier. He doesn’t even catch you off guard. “Didn’t expect to see you so soon.”

He beams, “not my fault we live on the same street. What are you doing tonight? Been busy at the car shop all day. How’s the knee?” Sehun smiles apologetically.

“Fine,” you exhale. “You’re always talking about that car shop, but you’ve never shown me.”

“Never thought you’d be interested.” Actually, Sehun knows that you are interested, but he has to be cautious. ‘Goobers’ he’d call them, not just the car parts but also the group of boys he runs home to. Fools living in the basement of the local car shop. They’re raunchy boys; backs slick with car oil and grease, but toned in their own way.

However grimey their unit may be, they get credit because they’ve been friends with him longer than you have. They’ve watched him grow up too, but into one of their own - into another to latch onto. Comparatively useless, but they always find a way to make it work. That’s how things are in this town.

“You gon’ answer me?” Sehun breaks your dejection, walking closer to you.

“I did,” you reply, snarkily.

“My other question. Whatcha doin’ tonight, so late? And what’s with the attitude, little miss mademoiselle mighty?”

“I’m on a walk. I’m not answering your second question.”

“Well, want an escort home?”

“Not yet,” you sigh. You almost want to say his phrase, that stupid ‘don’t bleed anything against me, ‘kay detective?’ but you’re interrupted. “Well, you know why I’m not gonna show you?”

“What, the car shop? Why, ‘cause you hate me?”

Sehun laughs, and turns to fully face you. “How ‘bout ‘cause you’re naturally flirty? Remember junior year at Heartland Senior High?” Your train of thought halts, “how do you even remember that, Sehun?”

He backs off, offended. His eyes squint at you in disbelief, at the edge of astonished laughter. “You got both of my two closest friends to fall in love with you at the same time. All that they would talk about for weeks, [Y/N] this, [Y/N] that. And you wouldn’t believe it,” Sehun puts both of his hands up in submission, like he has nothing left to hide. “I work with them at the shop now, so no chance,” he surrenders. He still has a lot to hide.

You smirk. “Say hi to them for me, then. Why don’t you give Junmyeonie and Yixing-ah a kiss on the cheek for me, too, while you’re at it.”

Sehun chokes out a derisive cough. “You know, I don’t think you’re naturally flirty like you say. I think it’s on purpose. If you met all of them, you’d be trying to look minxy for a group of guys that aren’t worth it, doll. That’s wasteful.” He’s laughing, but silence hangs in the air otherwise.

Returning his gaze, you sink your knees, hugging them. There’s ants on the pavement, backs shining under the orange street lamp. “I don’t try to be minxy or flirty or whatever. That’s weird. All of your friends are weird. They all got their own molls.”

Sehun dryly laughs, “I don’t have a moll. Neither do Baekhyun or Jongin … I guess Yixing’s been talking to a waitress recently. You say ‘molls’ like we’re gangsters or something, but we just run a couple of old flivvers and buckets.”

You should have fallen for him. Maybe you have, maybe you’ve been staring at his face for too long now. In that moment, Sehun shakes his head like he could hear you. But if he could hear you, nothing could have stopped him from shaking his head anyway. The cityline is like his mind, smothered in smog and jumbled regret.

“It’s late, I’ve got to get going. You can introduce me to your boys at a different time.”

Sehun reaches down to grasp your hands. His fingertips are rough and cracked, in desperate need of petroleum. He swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing defined by the harsh lighting. “O.K. Let’s go,” he spits, difficult to read. “Sorry Sehun, I wanna walk home alone tonight. Need some time to myself. I promise I’ll be nicer tomorrow.” He lets go immediately, feigning hurt features. At the very least, his features soften. He understands.

As soon as you leave Sehun’s line of sight, you twist your heel 180, back to the manor. You have to do this.

At first, the rush is strong and the wind aids you in your endeavor. Then it’s the wind that weighs you down, anchoring you to hesitancy. You pass street after street, searching for his.

You’d heard stories. When delinquents would wander close enough to catch a glimpse, he was usually unchanging and unassuming with solicitors. He was somnolent, tired, and always ready to flicker his eyes elsewhere, nonchalantly. His very own theatre masks. You’d even heard a rumor that Mr. Park was a 128 year old vampire - just 100 something years off, and the wrong kind of monster.

It’s 10 past 9 o’clock on the analog when you reach the two trees in front of the manor, concealing you from his aspect. They say you can’t break routines, but you’re not naive - you understand that seeing him there on his porch, off guard and vulnerable, was an opportunity for a new one.

Hopefully that doesn’t happen.

You can see through the leaves that a lengthy but shallow slash occupies his face, across his nose. He remains unbothered, glancing down at the book in his lap. Iniquity suddenly becomes thick in the air, and your gut tightens again. Your palms are sweaty and glisten with moisture underneath the moonlight. The scene clears as you hear a bark, weak and feeble, coming from his feet - a midnight poodle, and a sleeping maltipoo in his lap. It’s your ticket to leave, now or never.

With ashamed hands, you reach the iron gates.

“Mr. Park.”

His head immediately snaps up from the print, his black wavy locs bouncing at the gesture. He’s as handsome as ever, dressed nicely in comfortable, satin apparel. His gaze hardens and he tilts his head like you’re familiar to him, but you know you haven’t made conversation yet. They’re menacing, and they push you to search him, but you can’t find anything. You reread his posture indefinitely, but you pull away again with empty fists. You almost turn your heel toward the opposite wind again, but he’s so jarring you can’t help but stay.

You’ve broken a rule. It falls to your feet without any clanging or noise, just like that. You had spoken to the town weirdo, Mr. Park.

He finally responds, tangible in the moment. “Sehun told you that my name was Chanyeol. You should call me that. I’m not that much older than you.”

You can’t help but retort, “how do you know his name?”

“Aren’t you dating him? And he hasn’t told you?” Chanyeol scoffs triumphantly, leaning back in his porch chair. He feels a wave of coolness wash over him, and he relaxes his posture - satisfied and complacent.

Does Sehun know this douche? “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Me and Sehun have never dated,” you lash, walking toward him now. You make sure to keep your posture upright, so he knows that you’re sophisticated and not afraid of anything he was able to pull.

You weren’t ready for Chanyeol to smile a shit-eating grin.

The air is humid and dewy, and it becomes suffocating to breathe. It’s becoming easier to drown than to inhale now, and the petrichor on the grass doesn’t make it easier. Is this town always rainy?

“So, why are you here again?” Chanyeol nonchalantly quirks an eyebrow, uncrossing his legs on the chair. He phrases it quickly, like a proposal, ready to give you anything. He speaks your tongue and you speak his, yet whenever he opens his mouth, it’s so difficult to understand. It’s not disjointed or broken or slurred, but it’s never comprehensible to you.

You’re so much more gorgeous in front of him.

“To say sorry.”

“Okay,” Chanyeol hums. The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them. “You wanna, or you need to?”

“I need to,” you pant, being honest.

Chanyeol swallows, eyes not leaving your figure.

“I need to apologize for the other night,” you speak reluctantly, cautious and unsure of what you were even saying. “Sehun was being cruel. I didn’t intend for us to be on bad terms, we are neighbors, after all,” you say carefully. The concrete is abrasive on your heeled-kilt suedes and feels like burning tire underneath his gaze. Then, you don’t care: “but don’t try anything with us. I’ll rat you out the second you do.”

He smiles a smug smile. “Bunny’s so mighty in her heels, feels like you’re on top of the world with those extra four inches, doesn’t it? I just think it’s so cute when you say ‘us,’ like you’re defending your sweetheart even when he’s not here.” His voice makes your stomach twist, guttural, low, and full. “Don’t do that for him anymore, baby. He doesn’t know how to take care of you.”

Your eyes open wide. “What are you talking about? He’s NOT my sweetheart, and he’s NOT supposed to take care of me - drop it. Lastly, don’t call me that. Go to the head doctor and get out of my hair. I knew I shouldn’t have come here, you hound-”

He sharply hisses, fragmenting your spiel. “I'm the one in your hair? Hound? You gonna apologize for that too?” You take a few steps back, suddenly threatened. But before you can recoil too far, he leans forward and extends a cold hand to slither around your wrist. You’re in peril. No longer in control, if you were ever.

He flashes another crude smile, jester and jekyll. You try to stay silently in place, but it’s difficult to resist his force pulling you towards him. Relief washes over you when gentle hands juxtapose his strength, sneaking around your waist to holster you onto the porch. He works to handle you with care.

With a huff, Chanyeol reaches for a cigarette from his pant pocket with his functioning arm. It dangles between his fingers like a delicate trinket before aligning to the entrance of his lips. He lights it swiftly, before closing his eyes to breathe it in. You notice that he absorbs it the same way Sehun does, slowly with full focus. Do all smokers drown like that?

He chuckles before he opens his eyes, feeling your gaze. “Look away baby, I can’t have you taking in my bad influence. Your mommy already thinks we’re doin’ this and doin’ that. If your mommy finds out I'm smoking in front of you, she won’t let us spend time together anymore!” Your jaw clenches - was he mocking Sehun right now?

He wryly grimaces, and a shiver runs down your spine, like a finger tracing where the bone pokes out of your skin. Momentarily, he resembles a cheshire cat, his teeth sharp and pearly. It leaves a bitter taste in your own mouth. He throws the cigarette on the ground, pulling you closer. “Aren’t you in your last years of college? I would like us to be friends, [Y/N]. How about a real man, everything that your boytoy isn’t,” Chanyeol muses. “I can be treat you real nice, how you deserve. We could really help each other out,” he says, simply.

You push off of him. “Tell me this, Chanyeol: I be your ‘friend’, and you get to toy with a woman, which you haven’t touched in years." Feeling red at his snarkyness, you tug on his shoulder. "But what’s in it for me? Listen to me when I say that I’m not interested in fucking you for cocaine. I'm not a prostitute-"

“Relax, strong stuff,” Chanyeol's eyes glint momentarily. “Didn't I say I would treat you right, the way you deserve? I forget everything that you and your boytoy said the other day, I keep my glock away from his mouth, and my name out of your mother’s. You help me clean for a little,” he thinks a little longer. “Keep me real nice company. And I’ll tell you all about what Sehun’s hiding. Sounds fair for a bargain?”

“Then I’ll do it,” you nod, skeptical. But you wouldn’t let it on. Sehun, hiding something?

“Do you have to be home tonight?” You look surreal standing before Chanyeol, tracing your curves mentally with his mind. You make him feel so filthy.

“Not tonight. My parents think I’m at Sehun’s place.”

Chanyeol’s face twists into violent disgust. “Then I want you to stay at mine tonight. This is me forgiving you.”

“Sure.”

Chanyeol clears his throat, opening his front door. The cold air against your skin does the opposite of what you wished, awaking you from your hazy stupor.

⇒

It’s a quarter past three o’clock on the analog. Your eyes are half-lidded, heavy with lethargy. You’d snuck downstairs, meaning to explore his house, like it would give you more insight into who he was. Feeling quite somnolent yourself, your pupils dart wearily between the twisted pillars of stained wood before picking one to follow the contour of. The balusters are carved beautifully, casting shadows just as pretty on the tile. When you find your gaze drifting downward still following the pillar, your vision lands on Chanyeol.

Uneven and choppy, his chest rises and falls. He’s sleeping on the velvet sofa.

Tonight’s moonlight works tirelessly with stained glass, streaming through the tall, arch windows while prisms reflect his every blink and breath into shades of blue. You approach him carefully, planning to glance at his sleeping portrait.

He’s without a duvet, chin tilted toward his heart. his ears noticeably red and perky, and his hair is disheveled and messy. For the first time, Chanyeol did not look like the weird, rich neighbor down the street. He looked like a human, a real human, capable of empathy. Yesterday, it was a mistake. Today, it was untamable.

His eyes snap open, and you lunge backwards in surprise. Your heart stops momentarily.

“Are you trying to leave me already?” Chanyeol seethes while sitting up calmly, scanning the dark room for your silhouette.

“No,” you start, exasperated. “I was blindly finding the bathroom when I saw you down here. I just thought you would sleep in your quarters," lying through your teeth.

Chanyeol hefts his weight off of the couch, standing up to find your small frame. It happens instantaneously:

Chanyeol leans down, and his plump lips crash into yours. Mangled between barriers of skin, you taste fresh between his teeth.

At first, he struggles to find harmony between his dryness and your candy lip balm, but his lips search deeper. He cups your face with both hands gently, fluttering his eyes closed. You thrust your hands toward his chest to shove him away, but his hands position at your jaw, pulling you closer.

He pulls apart when you’re both winded, finally pushing himself away from you, looking away, even in the dark.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sickenly in love with you, [Y/N.]”

#by demure2 #chanyeol angst #sehun angst #yandere exo #exo yandere au #yandere chanyeol #exo au #exo x reader #chanyeol x reader #chanyeol au #sehun au #yandere au #yandere!chanyeol #yandere!exo

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Do you have the interview/ interviews when Paul says that if John was gay, he would’ve hit on him

Hiya anon!

The closest documented instance Ive come across where Paul more-or-less says “if John was gay he would have hit on me” comes from Julia Baird, Johns half-sister:

Brian Epstein, the Beatles’ manager, was a known homosexual. Epstein was always polite and charming. It has been insinuated that John was drawn to Epstein. I believe there was no such relationship between them. John was macho. But if John was a homosexual, it would have made no difference to me. I’ve asked Paul McCartney, who laughed and said: ‘Why not me? I’m handsome.’ Then he said: ‘I was holed up with John in hotel rooms everywhere. There was never a suggestion of anything like that.’ I believe him.

—Julia Baird, Boston Globe: Lennon’s half-sister remembers… (October 2nd, 1988) via @amoralto

There’s also a 1988 interview in which he makes a similar satirical comment:

I think where [Albert Goldman] starts to exaggerate and says that John was possibly homosexual, I think he throws that in with some of the truth, and it starts to have the same credence as the real truth, and I think that’s the problem with the book. […] And I say, if he’s homosexual [jokingly] I would have thought he’d make a pass at me in 20 years, darling.

—Paul McCartney’s reaction to The Lives Of John Lennon, Today, 1988

This interview is actually only a partial fit for the “if John was gay he would have hit on me” comment given that Paul still uses the words “I would have thought…”, which doesn’t exactly deny any and all possibilities that John might have been bi/gay. And it's notable as well that in both interviews detailed above, he’s being somewhat hyperbolic and comic in saying ‘why not me?’.

They seem to be closest matches I could find though!

However, there’s a surplus of quotes in which Paul reasons that he’s not convinced John was bi/gay, because if John had been Paul would have expected that he would have made some kind of move on him:

There were lots of people asking cheeky questions, and they were always saying, “Well, why – have you ever tried homosexuality, John?” You know, they always used to ask all that kind of stuff. I remember John saying to them, “No, I’ve never met a fella I fancy enough.” And that was his kind of opinion. You know, “I may go – I may be gay one day, if some fella really turns me on.” He was – he was that open about it. But as far as I was concerned, I slept in a million hotel rooms, as we all did, slept in a million places with John, and there was never any hint of it.

—Paul McCartney in interview w/ Roger Scott, 1983 via @amoralto

PAUL: The rumours came later because he’d gone on holiday with a gay guy [Brian] […] I don’t think it is true, I’ll tell you why, cause I slept with him a million times.

HOWARD: And he never came onto you?

PAUL: I tell you. And Ive seen him on tour, roaring drunk, out of his mind—in the early days, before he sobered up, and went to rehab…roaring drunk, and it was always with a female.

HOWARD: It was?

PAUL: Never once…

HOWARD: He was not a homosexual?

PAUL: And I suspect, if you’ve got a little gay tendency and you’re roaring drunk, Im gonna catch him.

HOWARD: Yeah somethings gonna happen…

PAUL: Once...Somewhere…

HOWARD: And he’s gonna come onto you cause you’re a good looking guy, there’s no question about it.

—Paul McCartney in interview w/ Howard Stern, 2001

The funny thing is when later the rumour came out that John was gay, I said: ‘I don’t think so.’ I mean, I don’t know what he did when he went to New York, but certainly not in any of my experiences. We used to sleep together, top and tail it, you know. I always used to say: 'Come on, I would have spotted something here.’ But what I spotted was completely the opposite. It was just chicks, chicks, chicks.

—Paul McCartney in interview w/ Pete Doherty, The Guardian, 2007

This is an incomprehensive collection of Pauls commentaries on Johns sexuality throughout the years, I was just picking out a few interviews that I found interesting. However, if you’d like to read more on this then have a look through this post from @thebeatlesaesthetic!

To be honest, I do actually understand the logic behind thinking ‘well I never saw/heard anything that would suggest he was bi/gay, so he probably wasn’t’. Obviously, don’t get me wrong, it’s a flawed logic—but it’s still one where I can understand the reasoning behind it.

I think right-off-the-bat the ‘he never made a move on me, so he couldn’t be gay’ sentiment could rub off as almost an ego-driven reflection (‘they’re gay, Im attractive—who could resist??’), but to me, its more about just having spent so much of your life with that person, and feeling like you really knew the ins-and-outs of them.

Being drunk and alone-together in a bed would seem like a pretty apt environment to make a move on someone if you were attracted to them, and given that their relationship was already an intense one, I can see the logic in thinking that if John was bisexual, why wouldn’t he take this already potent relationship to the next level?

Obviously, I don’t think Johns relationship with his sexuality was that simple (and furthermore, his relationship and feelings towards Paul were definitely not that simple either), so I think there’s still plenty of room to explain why he might never have attempted a physical relationship with Paul, even if he had wanted one. But as I said before, I can see how Paul got from point A to point B here.

And I think another big thing is that Paul valued his relationship with John a lot, so Im sure he wants to feel like he actually knew this person—which is fair enough, because he obviously did know John very well. But if you have biographers and journalists telling you new information about a close friend, and there’s no way you can actually gain any clarity on this, I think it’s a normal response to reflect on your own experiences in having known that person, and conclude that this is probably sensationalism, given that you never saw anything to support the speculation.

I also find it interesting though that Paul tends to tell things from his own perspective, i.e “as far as I was concerned”, “I would have thought”, “I don’t think it is true”. He’s not saying that he knows John was heterosexual beyond a shadow of a doubt, he’s only saying that he doesn’t think John was bisexual, because he knew him very well and never got that impression from him. So he doesn’t outright deny the rumours, he only offers his own truth on the matter.

To reiterate though, Pauls position is not an entirely unproblematic one, and there’s plenty of criticisms that could be made to counter his logic. But my point is that his thinking on this subject is still understandable.

Bonus: Also, for anyone interested I actually had a recording of the Howard Stern interview from 2001 saved to my library, so if you fancy some visual/audio contexts have a watch!:

#beatles #quotes #asks #paul mccartney #john lennon #pauls psyche #analysis #johns sexuality

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This felt important, like I really hit on something. Extremely NSFW WIP snippet of Ed and Roach getting real with each other, because what belongs in my orgy fic if not a dissection of alienation and kink as it pertains to class struggle and religion:

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"Alright. I'm about to get into it with the rest of the crew, then." Ed hoisted himself up, using the chair nearby on account of his bad knee. He contemplated putting the brace back on, but thought better of it. The crew needed his supervision. Ivan, Fang, Pete and Lucius had reached a sort of cuddling phase, all piled together in a knot. Pete seemed to be sleeping. A soft music was drifting on the breeze from the bow, so Ed followed it to find Frenchie and Oluwande, finished with their encounter and playing lute and drums, respectively.

"That's it fellas," he nodded, "good stuff. Had a fun time?"

"Yes, Captain," they answered, so Ed continued on to find the Swede, Wee Jon, and Roach, who'd moved to a sort of nest of burlap sacks and dishrags. The Swede and Jon seemed to be finishing up with traditional sodomy, while Roach watched, arms crossed, still clothed.

"Really give 'im the business," Roach egged the Swede on. "Both of you, to each other. Nice."

"Don't get your hands dirty?" Ed asked him.

Roach paused. "I… don't know if that's something I want," he said. "Some of what I want… they can't handle it, Captain."

"You like the rough stuff." They exchanged a knowing look. There was a sort of upper-crust hobbyism about sex, sometimes, Ed had noticed. Stuff on the menu at different brothels, he'd seen--where they have all the gear, the silk blindfolds, the special elaborate outfits that only ever get worn once. Fancy. Expensive. Bodice-ripping for people who can afford to buy new bodices every day. And they all know the right words for all these pasttimes, and they all know each other because they go to the same parties. Ed knew it wasn't like that for everyone. For people like them, the violence was real, and it was everywhere, and you'd never not be in pain from the scars of the parts that had to be sewn back on after battle. Ed had never needed to pay a lady-of-the-night to pretened to beat the shit out of him. He'd been fully capable of beating the shit out of himself--climbing and swinging on ropes until it was second nature, standing up to asshole pirates who would keelhaul you for fun if they thought they could get away with it, rowing or fighting or running until his sides wanted to split and he puked up blood. If his dick got hard when that happened, well, the human body was a wondrous thing. That doesn't mean it wasn't all fucking boring, sometimes. That's what the god-fearing types never get, he thought. All the sinner/saint shit is just an attempt to make the mundane interesting. For a second, for some reason, he thought of Stede.

"How about you show me your knives?" Ed suggested, and Roach came alive, beaming at him.

"Of course, Captain."

#ofmd #our flag means death #roach #blackbeard #edward teach

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dude the TOP song you posted (truce) fucking kills me and the way you described the animatic is??? so good???? I'd bawl actually /pos

I need to know if there's any other TOP songs you relate to the furies/any DE character really, or any slower songs even if they aren't by TOP

OH AGREED ABSOLUTELY!! TRUCE MY BELOVED... and THANK YOU!! we are imagining animatics and crying together! /pos :'] <3

ooh!! well, i havent listened to a lot of TOP in a while, so i don't have many recommendations there unfortunately :'] but for other slow, soft songs, let's see... i'll put them under a cut with all my explanations, but ☀️ "See The Day" by The Altogether (Volition song!), 🍃 "Rounds" by The Oh Hellos (Shivers song!), 🦋 "Would You Be So Kind" by dodie (general skills song, Suggestion primarily!) are the best contenders!

Pretty sure you've seen it already, but from a different ask, i recommend "Almost (Sweet Music)" by Hozier! (and "Like Real People Do" if you want to cry and yearn with me, though my DE ideas for it are very loose hkjhg) these are slow ones i like hkjhg <3

"Goodbye" by The Altogether is a Harry and Dora song :0

"Soldier, Poet, King" by The Oh Hellos is one i specifically relate to Volition (my beloved protector/motivator/crownhead blorbo! [picks him up and wiggles him!!!]), but i would make one of those animation memes for it with every skill slotted into a "soldier" "poet" or "king" position.

☀️ "See the Day" is both another The Altogether song and another Volition song! a real "the worst is over. we made it through. we're going to survive this. it might not get easier yet, but we'll come out the other side and we'll be alive" song. it makes me cry hkjgh

🍃 "Rounds" by The Oh Hellos is a soft Shivers song, though the lyrics don't start until halfway in. ough my god listening to it makes my heart ache (/pos) <3 La Revacholiere singing to Harry in the wind. "Will you start when I end? Yeah, I'm long in the wind..."

"Northern Star" by Dom Fera, a song Harry would sing for karaoke and dedicate to Kim, and then they'd waltz a little clumsily on the dim, starlit sidewalk on their way home for the evening... <3

🦋 "Would You Be So Kind?" by dodie BUT SPECIFICALLY THIS VERSION, because i love everyone's crowded but earnest vibes. this one is led by Suggestion ("oooh you wanna fall in love with us so bad right? right???") and makes me grin, you GOTTA imagine all of the skills squished together in the front of Harry's brain all trying different tactics to get Kim to fall in love with them, (rhetoric: "I HAVE A QUESTION..." ency: "let's write a story! be in my book!") at 2:35, after all the skills singing together loudly, it's just Harry himself singing to Kim, with all the skills slowly backing him up. the ending is all of them fucking ECSTATIC celebrating when harry finally kisses kim hkjhg jesus this'd be so cute hold on i have to go plan this out i have so many thoughts hkjdh

"Seven" by Sleeping at Last would be a sweet Reaction Speed song (ironic that im adding react speed to a list of soft, slow songs though hkjgh) "I'm ready for whatever comes next!" <3 Reaction Speed is a fast, restless little fella who can't sit still for long, always loves moving, acting, doing. he's like the personification of a verb hkjhg <3 i would also accept an interpretation for echem <3

"Cosmos" by Jawbreaker Reunion is a song that The Furies recently suggested to me as a jean song and it's so right for that, very soft and i like it very much :'] (you should also ask The Furies if you want to, it's much more musically inclined than me, i feel hkjhg <3)

awuahg thank you for asking and for reading!! i appreciate it!! <33

oh and here's links to all of the songs in the tags: Come Together Now, Two, Four, Five, Six, Eight, Nine, RPG Animation Meme (<- homestuck lmao)

#volta transmissions #now: songs that didn't meet the requirements (either not a slow song OR doesnt remind me of de characters/skills) but honorable mentions:#you specifically asked for slow songs but i refound ''come together now'' from the lego movie soundtrack and I HAVE SKILL THOUGHTS...#<- no chemi you're not hosting a fucking multi animator project you have enough on your plate THANKS <3 #but!! that is my idealized version of the skills to me though. ''we're all really different but we make each other better together''#dodie has many more slower songs but i cant really relate them to DE hkjhg <3 the oh hellos too!! and the altogether <3 #''two'' from Sleeping at Last makes my heart hurt but i can't relate it to anyone in specific. but if you want a soft song that i love <3 #also from Sleeping at Last but i dont like these songs as much: ''Four'' is Concept! ''Five'' is Viscal! ''Six'' is Psyche in general #but specifically inland and volition!! ''Eight'' is an Endurance song but i'd also take Authority or Phys interpretations <3 #but eight is kind of intense so it doesnt go in the actual list. ''Nine'' might be Empathy? get over being a moralist little guy!!#i like ''Two'' ''Seven'' and ''Eight'' while the other ones are not my cup of tea... but they ARE soft songs i associate with skills!#only tangentially related but the RPG animation meme would be. extremely fun to do for the skills. and i think about it intensely.#LISTEN... there's 30-ish beats at the start for characters. theres 24 skills plus room to show group ups by type (int; psyc; phys; mot)#the entire main thing of the meme is [someone says a stupid idea] [everyone disliked that!!] WHICH IS EXACTLY THE RIGHT VIBE HFJKFH #HOWEVER. i still dont have designs for [checks] MORE THAN HALF OF THEM. so EL BIGO MISTAKO LIEUTENANT! YOU CAN'T!#i wish i was more well-versed in music hkjhg im kinda just vibing with what i got <3 this is why daily voltas stopped :'] alas!

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