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rare-clone-fic-exchange · 8 months

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Feverish Flirtations

Summary: You've been the lead medic for General Billaba's battalion for awhile now and you've had a crush on Captain Grey for almost as long. What happens when a fever and a trip to the med bay loosens the Captain's tongue? Pairing: Captain Grey x Reader Rating: Gen (but minors DNI) Word Count: 4,219 A.N: This is for the wonderful, beautiful, and lovely @imarvelatthestars ! While writing this I think I may have become a Grey fan lol. Also, I know there's some inconsistencies with him from the comics, like having the rank of Commander in the comics but Captain in TBB. I went ahead and went with Captain since TBB is more recent, but I included the characters Styles and Stance from the comics since they're the only other named clones from their battalion. Anyway, I really hope you like my interpretation of Grey's character and that you enjoy this little fics!

Warnings: Mentions of medical procedures and illness.

“I’m telling you I’m fine, Doc, you just said the bleeding is internal- that’s where the blood’s supposed to be!”

Your eyes flickered up from your datapad to meet the clone’s attempt at a charming grin. A part of you wanted to laugh, mostly at the expectant look he was giving you, and if you weren’t so tired you probably would have. Right now, though, all you could do was sign.

“Styles, you already told me that joke. You know, the last time you landed yourself in here with a traumatic injury.”

His face fell just a little, “Oh- I did?”

“Guess you should scan to see if his brain’s still there too, Doc,” called Stance from the next bed.

That one did manage to get a small smile out of you, and you saw Styles get some of his pep back at the sight. Then, in a light tone, you said, “Oh, I don’t think it’s that, I think his time with me is just that forgettable.”

Styles sat up as best he could in the med bed, “Come on now, mesh’la, you know you’re as unforgettable as they come.” He winked at you, and you also might have felt a little flustered at his term of endearment, again, if you weren’t so tired.

“I’m sure,” your tone was still light, and you gave him a small smile as you finished making the notes in his chart. Despite the nature of his injuries, he would be just fine. Thank the maker.

“Oooh, barely a polite brush off,” Stance crooned, “Better luck next time, brother. Now, Doc, when can this poor injured trooper get your undivided, tender care?”

“When you have a real injury,” Styles rolled his eyes, though even you could tell there was no real malice there, just brothers in arms giving each other a hard time.

“I do have one!” he lifted the arm the field medic had already temp-treated with a bacta wrap, “Look, I have a boo boo on my bicep. Kiss it better, Doc?”

You felt your eyebrows quirk up, but before you could think of a comeback a stern voice called out behind you.

“Stance, Styles!”

Both men were snapping to attention- or in Styles’ case, as best he could laying down. You turned to see none other than Captain Grey walking into the med bay with the medic who would be relieving you for the next shift. Grey’s eyes were firm as he looked between the two men, a look that, while not uncommon for the Captain, was rarely present when you were in the room.

“Make sure I never hear you speaking so disrespectfully to our staff again. Am I understood?”

A minor rush of panic flowed through you as both men said a loud “Sir, yes sir.”

You held up your hand, instantly catching the officer’s attention. “Oh, please, Captain, there’s no need for all that, they weren’t being disrespectful.”

There, you saw it, the way his deep brown eyes softened when they were on you for more than a second. The way the lines at the corner of his mouth smoothed, his eyebrows lifting up a fraction, and his head tilting just a bit as if to lean closer to your presence. Maybe you imagined it every time, a hopeful fantasy, but he most definitely did ease up a little at your words.

He couldn’t backpedal on the order, though, which you respected, and settled for him asking how the boys were doing. You gave him and the other medic your reports, which were thankfully standard and very little cause for concern. It was a good day- or, as good as a day could be during a war.

Now that you were officially relieved, you wished the troopers a good night, reminding Styles to rest up, lest he have to spend more than a night cooped up here. You had just started to turn to the door when…

“Let me walk you back to your quarters.”

Even your exhausted state couldn’t stop you from feeling the nervous excitement starting in your chest, given that it was Grey who offered. Outwardly, all you gave was a polite, thankful nod, before saying goodnight to the others and heading for the door.

There was a brief, comfortable silence for the first few moments you two walked together down the corridor, before he cleared his throat.

“I’m…sorry about them, sometimes they forget that comments like that can make civilians uncomfortable.”

You turned a smile on him and, again because it was him, it was easy to make it warm. “Don’t worry, Grey, I wasn’t uncomfortable.”

His mouth twisted a little as he looked at you from the corner of his eye, “You just seemed…a little stressed when I came in, I assumed it was because of their flirting.”

“Oh! Oh no, it wasn’t that,” you laughed lightly, hoping to put his mind at ease, “I’m just tired is all. You know I spend all my time here on the ship worrying about you boys, it was a long day of that when we lost contact with your recon team.”

Finally, it was his turn to grin and your heart did its typical pitter patter whenever he smiled at you. Unfortunately, the look vanished as suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and held back a grunt of some kind. Then he was turning his head away from you, fist shooting up to cover his mouth as he let out a string of deep coughs.

“Grey, are you alright?” you stepped a little closer to him as he tried to hold back another cough, then cleared his throat.

He nodded his head, trying for that small, lopsided smile again, “ ‘m fine, just a scratchy throat.”

Your eyes narrowed, “Should I be sending you back to the med bay?”

As if to usher you along, he started walking again, pointedly in the direction of the lifts. “No no, I’m fine. Promise. I think the plant-life around the old ‘sep base just got to me a little bit.”

Even though you had resumed walking beside him, you still kept your gaze concerned and a little suspicious. “If it gets any worse, you call me, or go to the medic on duty, understand?”

“Sir, yes, sir” he said as if you were his CO, though his tone was lighter this time and he was still smiling.

The two of you walked in silence for a few moments, then this time he cleared his throat in a way that might have had nothing to do with his cough. “So, what you said earlier…you really don’t mind the flirting?”

You let out a little huff of laughter, “Not really, it never goes too far after all. You and your men have always treated me with respect and I know they’d listen if I ever told them it wasn’t appropriate.”

Something in him seemed relieved as he nodded. “Good. I didn’t like the thought that they were crossing a line with you, I’m glad they weren’t. And I’ll…keep that in mind.”

You weren’t exactly sure what he was going to keep in mind, but, given how he suddenly looked like he was turning something over in his head, you decided not to ask.

Another comfortable silence fell over you both for a while, and it wasn’t until you were out of the lift and on the level for your quarters when he struck up some small talk. It wasn’t anything noteworthy, besides the fact that talking to Grey about anything was something you would always welcome.

Though, he did seem a little different in his way of talking, halting at the end of sentences like he was holding back a question, or taking a breath to prepare for another comment, before closing his mouth silently. It was almost as if he was trying to find an opening to say something specific.

Or, maybe he was just trying to hide his cough from you, because a few steps before reaching your door, he burst into another short fit.

“Grey,” your tone was soft, but firm, “Please go have that checked out, we don’t want our captain getting sick.”

“It’s not bad,” he insisted again, “We have some antihistamines in our emergency med kits, I’ll take one of those and be fine.”

“Grey-”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Doc,” he insisted, not unkindly and with a soft expression that lightened the depth of the scar across his face. You knew that some of the boys liked your fussing, finding it endearing, and you wondered if Grey felt the same.

But it didn’t matter if he liked it or not, you would worry and fuss either way. “Yes, I do have to worry, Grey, it’s my job.”

“I promise if it gets worse, I’ll go straight to the med bay and raise you on the comms to let you say I told you so, how about that?”

Well, that was probably the best you were going to get out of him. “Alright, deal.”

Again, Grey opened his mouth, as though some sentiment or question was on the tip of his tongue. His eyes were even lit up a little, like an idea was sparking something behind them.

Alas, whatever it was, he hadn’t found time to broach the topic before you were at the door to your bunk and he closed his mouth yet again. Still, he shifted for a moment, tucking his helmet under his arm a little more securely as he looked to your door. He hadn’t said goodnight yet, either.

“Grey?”

His eyes finally met yours again and looked a little surprised, “Yeah?”

“Is there… something specific you wanted to talk about?”

For a moment, all he did was stare back at you, again, seeming to think something over in his mind. Finally, though, he closed his eyes and let out a small breath, then looked at you again with a polite smile.

“Maybe another time. For now, you need your rest, can’t have our favorite medic this tired.”

You nodded, maybe feeling a little disappointed, but respected whatever decision it was he had come to. “Sir, yes sir,” you said with a little salute. “Goodnight, Grey.”

“Goodnight, Doc.”

The next morning, you had just gotten your hands on your first cup of caf in the mess hall when your commlink beeped. The code was Styles’ and your brow furrowed in confusion as you answered.

“Um, hey, Doc, the Captain told me to call you and say ‘you told him so’?”

Well, kriff.

You were down in the med bay in record time, even leaving your drink behind, a testament to just how much this particular man meant to you. There was the on-duty medic and Styles, flanking a very dizzy looking Grey who was dressed in nothing but his blacks. Though he was sitting upright on the bed, he looked half ready to tip over with the way he was swaying.

“He insisted that you be the one to look him over,” said the other medic, stepping aside as you approached.

“ ‘Course I did,” Grey mumbled, eyes barely staying open, “I promised Doc could say told you so…so-” he waved his hand at you, as if presenting a valid point with the gesture.

“As you can tell, he’s a bit delirious,” your colleague huffed.

Grey opened his mouth to say something to the other medic, but when your hands reached up to press against his forehead, he let out a long breath instead. “Ooh, your hands are niiice.”

It was no wonder he thought so, he was burning up badly, the fever coating his face in a sheen of sweat. He burst into a horrendous fit of coughs then, worse than last night and sounding full of phlegm.

“I was on my way back to my bunk when I found him slumped against the walls of the corridor near his quarters,” Styles informed as you took Grey’s pulse the moment the coughing died down, “said he was trying to get to the med bay so he wouldn’t make you mad.” Then he actually huffed out a chuckle. “Or at least, that’s what I gathered from his babbling.”

“Alright, Captain,” you started, gently guiding him, “lay back, let’s run some tests and find out what’s going on.”

“-don’t have to call me Captain, good-lookin’,” Grey mumbled with an attempt at a smile while he did as you asked.

Figuring that keeping him talking was good, you quirked an eyebrow as you grabbed the scanner, “Good-looking, huh? And here you were scolding Styles for flirting just last night- No no, lay on your back, Grey, keep still,” you insisted when he tried to roll over on his side towards you.

The action caused another bout of choked hacking to ensue but Grey obeyed, staying flat on his back, even as he kept slurring nonsense when he could speak again. “Want to flirt… Wanted last night… chickened out. You’re too sweet when you fuss over me.”

You tried to ignore the heat creeping across your face, this was no time to feel flattered or embarrassed by his words, ones that you barely caught as you read the data scrolling across the screen of your scanner. Styles was silent as you worked and Grey rambled on, a sign of just how worried he was about his brother. Hopefully your tests would bear good news, and Styles could tease his Captain’s hypocrisy in no time.

“Haven’t said told you so yet.” Grey said it just barely above a hum, eyes fluttering shut as more sweat beaded on his forehead.

“I’ll say it later, for now you just-”

You were interrupted by a third round of retching and your heart ached at the little groan of pain that rolled out of his mouth at the end of it. Thankfully, your scans were finally done and a little bit of relief filled you.

“Alright, Grey, looks like you have a mild pulmonary infection, nothing too serious,” you smiled down at him then, “though it would have been better if you came here last night, you know, like I told you so.”

The smile he gave back was worn and tired, but no less genuine, “There it is, ’ll listen next time, mesh’la.” More coughs ended his bleary promise, but they were shallow and short this time.

You turned to the other medic, who was already going to the cabinet with the antibiotics in it, and told him exactly what you needed and in what doses. At the moment, you were mostly worried about breaking his fever, while it wasn’t life threateningly high, it was still on the dangerous side.

Then you turned to Styles, “Can you get a patient smock out of the wardrobe? I think he’ll be more comfortable in it than these sweaty blacks.”

Grey hummed loudly, drawing your attention back to him, “Doc, if ya wanted to get m’ clothes off, just had-” another cough, “-ask.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little, “Oh, Captain, you’re going to be very upset with your babbling once your fever’s broken.”

He shook his head just as his brother came back with the red two piece outfit. “I won't. Told you, wanted to say all this last night,” his mumbling was a little more clear this time, as if trying to make a point and you weren’t sure how to respond.

Thankfully, the younger medic came back with the needed fluids for the IV and said he would help Grey into the smock while you readied the medication. As the privacy curtain was pulled closed, you could have sworn you heard Styles whisper something about Gray wanting you to undress him instead, but you chose to ignore that as well.

They worked quickly, and the Captain’s treatment was ready by the time the curtain was pulled back. Grey was sitting up again and he stayed like that while you administered the IV. He took it like a champ, though he still looked quite dizzy the whole time he was sitting up.

“Alright, Grey, these fluids will help bring your fever down, and the antibiotics will start clearing up your lungs, I even put in a little something for the pain. We’ll have you feeling better in no time.”

“Hmm,” he cocked his head, “I feel better already,” he hummed as he watched you work, big brown eyes still looking tired. Then, he echoed a sentiment from earlier, “You’re too sweet when you fuss.”

Again you had to ignore the fact that the flirting, coming from him, made your face heat up. Grey kept his tired eyes on you, even as you motioned for him to lay down again.

“He’s going to be okay, right?” Styles asked in a quiet tone.

You smiled at him reassuringly, “It’ll take some time to clear up the infection, but he should be just fine, nothing our resources can’t handle. Though, I think you should send his helmet down to equipment maintenance, make sure the filters are working right.”

“On it!” He cast a look at his captain, “If you keep flirting with our favorite medic here, make sure you go all out, Cap,” he ended the statement with a wink before heading out of the room.

That made you laugh a little, feeling much more at ease now that your worry had calmed down. A quick look at the time told you that your shift had officially started, so you relieved your colleague, leaving you and Grey as the only ones left in the med center. You had thought that maybe he would fall asleep, but you still felt his eyes on you as you kept working.

Then, while you were typing up his medical chart, he whispered, “You wanna hear a secret, Doc?”

“What’s that, Grey?”

“If I wasn’t sick, I’d ask if it’s okay to kiss you.”

That made your eyes go wide and your fingers halted their tying on the datapad. You weren’t sure if it was his fever, the pain medicine, or a mixture of both making him even bolder than before, but this time, his comment was hard- or rather, impossible, to ignore. When you looked down at him over the pad, his eyes were fluttering again, the exhaustion of his fever and relief of the medicine kicking in making it harder to stay awake.

“Wanted…” he hummed, coughed once, then tried to look up at you only to close his eyes again. “...Have to get better at…flirting first…Then I’ll ask…”

Despite how easy it would be to pretend you didn’t hear or understand him, you found yourself answering him.

“Ask me when you’re healed up, Grey.”

You said it quietly, but there was an undeniable lift to the corner of his mouth before he finally drifted off to sleep.

Overall, you deeply disliked the way the troops were treated by the overseers of the GAR, but, one thing that you would give credit for, was that they actually provided their medical division with good supplies. Thanks to that, Grey was cleared of his illness quickly and didn't have any signs of lasting symptoms.

You wish you had been the one to give him his final check up and clear him for duty, but you weren’t. Instead you were stuck in a meeting that all head medics employed by the GAR had to sign into via holocomms.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for him to seek you out.

Grey caught you late in the evening, a few hours after your meeting, standing in the hallway conversing with some of your newest staff. Respectful as always, he waited patiently for you to finish your talk, though your skin felt warm knowing his eyes were trained on you the whole time. Had he come to see you because of what you said about that kiss he seemed to want? No, no, he was half asleep, surely he was just there because he knew you wanted to see him all healed up.

Once the nurses finished with their last question and took their leave, you turned to the captain with a warm look. He looked as healthy as ever, skin his usual tanned tone, eyes bright, mind seeming alert and present.

“I see you’re back on your feet.”

“Thanks to you,” he said lightly as he took a few steps closer to you. He must have noted the late hour, because he asked, “Are you heading back to your quarters?” and when you nodded he seemed to straighten just a little, as if reading himself. “I’ll walk with you.”

“Alright,” you found your own tone a little teasing as you two started walking, “but if you start coughing again, you better listen to me when I tell you to go get it checked this time.”

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, cyare, I’ll make sure to listen to you next time.”

Again, he seemed to make your heart skip a beat with nothing but a simple endearment. At least you were able to compose yourself. “Good, I’m glad someone’s learning to listen to me around here.” Your tone had no bite to it, and you could tell Grey knew it with the way he flashed you a smirk.

Unlike the last time he had walked you to your door, you were much closer to your quarters this time and any conversation you two would have had couldn’t last long. You asked how he was feeling like any good friend would, and he told you he was fine, that you didn’t have to worry. He asked what your plans were when the ship landed on Coruscant and you were only half joking when you said “sleep”.

Then, just like the other night, when you two reached your door, he seemed to hesitate, something weighing on his mind. Except this time, he actually spoke up.

“So, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He looked over at you from the corners of his eyes and when you only looked back at him patiently, he went on. “I know I was feverish that first day in the med bay but…” he rolled his shoulders, “I heard what you said after I made that comment about wanting to kiss you.”

Your heart was suddenly acting as if it was competing in the galactic gymnastic championship, somersaulting in your chest and leaving a nervous heat to creep across your skin.

This time it was you who cleared your throat, “O-oh, you did?”

Finally, he turned his body to face you fully, his face set in determination. “Yeah, I did. And you should know that I might have rambled those things because I was sick, but I still meant every word of it.”

That caused your breath to hitch and you found yourself taking a step closer to him. “You did?”

At the soft, hopeful sound of your voice, his determined expression softened and now he was giving that cute, lopsided smile again. “I did. I really, really like you, have since the day you first stepped on board.” He let out a little laugh then, “I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve wanted to tell you that, or how many times I’ve wanted to ask to kiss you, but I’m not the best at flirting.”

“Oh I don’t know, you did alright the other day.”

That earned another small chuckle. You realized then that you were holding your breath, waiting for him to make good on what you said that day when you thought he was falling asleep.

It must have clicked for him too.

Grey’s eyes somehow softened more as he took another step closer and reached out his hand. Your breath hitched when his fingers gently brushed your cheek, then you held your breath altogether when his thumb ran over your bottom lip.

“Can I kiss you?”

The air held in your chest pushed out with a breathy, “Yes!”

And you saw his eye shining for only a moment before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. It was light at first, a nearly feather-light touch that nevertheless took your breath away again. Then, he was tilting his head and slipping the hand at your cheek to cup the back of your neck instead. It was all too gentle, even when he started moving his lips against yours in a way that told you just how much he had been craving this moment.

Who knew how long the kiss went on, all that mattered was that your head was spinning by the time you two finally parted.

“Wow.” Both of you said it at the same time, which made you both laugh together too.

“If it leads to moments like this, maybe I should land myself in the med bay more often,” he winked.

You groaned at the thought, “Oh, please don’t, my heart couldn’t take it!”

Grey was chuckling again and this time, he slipped his hand to your waist and pulled you even closer to him. When he spoke again, his tone was deep, yet playfully intimate. “Then I guess I’ll have to find other ways to make your heart race.”

And you knew he would make good on that promise too.

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lmanberg · 2 months

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ik this is a bizarre thing to say but i dont know anyone or anywhere i could say it so: w the recent wilbur soot allegations the one thing i just keep thinking is what if he kills himself? i obviously am not excusing the horrible things hes done but death is always tragic (imo) and well… hes unstable, hes been exposed for every possible thing to make his audience never see him the same way again, hes probably gonna lose friends and his band and the public image / money / fame he clearly cared deeply about. he has a history of mental illness that has not gone away nor been addressed properly. hes totally in the exact spot where an attempt would almost seem rational. i feel like im going insane i hope my gut is dead wrong about this but omfg i just cant shake it

Not bizarre, I had the same thought and even talked about it with modcord a bit in vc right after it happened. I do think it’s possible, and I think his actions after his “apology” really reinforced any desire he may have to do so.

It’s funny because the day before he made that Twitch account and things like that, I was thinking that, while this is bad for his career, I could see him having a comeback. Disappear for 9-12 months, come back with a good apology video (video posted to yt to get as many casual ex-fans to see as possible bc people don’t really block yt channels) and say you’ve changed and have proof, AA coins, therapy notes, medication bottles, things that prove that you’ve been doing something over those whole 9-12 months and not just sitting on ur ass until the last week. Message Shelby personally before making a return to the public eye, give a genuine and heartfelt apology with no expectation to reconnect, but don’t make it public that you did so. Thank her for forcing you to take accountability and being the slap in the face you needed to change. Let her share that interaction or let it stay between you two. Certainly not everyone would go back to him, but casual fans that aren’t on social media probably would. I say this knowing my irl who is one of those—I know that if he did those things that she’d listen to his music again. Of course, he might not have changed at all and just done all of it for selfish reasons, but I wasn’t thinking about it in a “oh I hope he can redeem himself” way, I was thinking of it in a PR way.

But as soon as he started acting like a fool with that Twitch account and the subtle passive aggressiveness, he ruined any chance that he could come back. He showed that he’s not regretful, even a little. After just the apology, he could’ve spun it that he was in the moment and not thinking and called himself an idiot for posting it, but everything after… just stupid. Good riddance I guess

#ask #wilbur soot #// suicide

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angelxxreaper · 5 months

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OOC: The future of angelxxreaper (and our other bedrockverse blogs)

Hello everyone, I’m Cam, I’m the one who writes axxr (along with my co-host Phthalo). I just figured I’d write something quick to try to explain what’s happening over here in light of casinoroyale and songbird-sunrise’s announcements.

First off, I would like to say, thank you for sticking with this blog for 2+ years. You guys made this experience very fun for me and I really enjoyed writing this blog for you. We would never have made it if it weren’t for your continued support and questions. For that, genuinely thank you.

I have and will be taking a massive stepback from writing this blog. A lot of things have happened in my personal life that have made it hard for me to continue writing this blog, along with the fact that my interest in the Dream SMP has dwindled significantly. Additionally, writing emerald duo, while very fun, has also been causing us a lot of grief for Techno and has been making it very hard for us to continue.

As of right now, I still feel physically ill any time I go onto Tumblr over the stress and grief I’ve been experiencing lately with school and my family life. I do hope one day that I will be able to feel better enough to continue writing, but maybe not as angelxxreaper.

We may post some of our drafts, maybe not, and I am sad that we never got to do, and probably will never do, a lot of plans that we had for this blog. However, I’m not upset about where we left Phil. Thunder and I may write an official happy ending for subtotechno and axxr, but the idea of an official end is very sad to the both of us so I don’t know if we ever will. In the event that we don’t, please imagine them happily living their lives together, with Techno’s huge zoo and maybe them going out on another adventure to take over the world on another server again.

This isn’t to say that I will never ever write another rp blog again. I still very much adore roleplaying, Philza, hardcore and the colorzas. I may make a comeback in another way soon (I’m very much addicted to roleplaying still). But please don’t expect anything official.

As a final note, if I never come back to this blog again, thank you guys for the unending support and thank you to the other bedrockverse mods (especially Thunder, Holly and Atlas) for allowing me to be apart of your silly little roleplays. I had a lot of fun and these blogs (and you lot) were always the highlight of my day <3 I’m not very good about the thought of things ending, (I’m crying as I write this), but should this be final, think about this not as a loss but as a graduation. We’re off to tackle some other things.

Thank you for being the light of my life for so long. I’ll catch you later <3

- Cam @craftycalico and Phthalo @fillza

#crafty crow [ooc]

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looselipssinkships-x · 9 months

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fall out boy lyrics that make me think of the places i grew up

this town is wasted and alone -- death valley -- when i visit, if I'm lucky i get to drive around, and the nothingness is crushing. You go to school, you graduate, if you're upper or middle class you go to college, probably the local one an hour away. You have to drive an hour to get to the good grocery store, twenty minutes to the shitty one. You marry your high school sweetheart, or someone you met in college, you settle down and have kids. You have at least one family member who works for a company you're pretty sure is still just a factory, even though they have fancier names for it now. I look out the window of my parents' house and i can barely see the neighbors' house.

you were the last good thing about this part of town -- grand theft autumn/where is your boy -- i left my best friend in the city i moved from and god i miss her so fucking much. Every time i visit it's like we were never apart. Every time i leave we both wonder if we'd have made it had i not moved away.

i can't remember the good old days -- 27 -- your parents' house is supposed to feel like being a kid, running around carefree. I have not lived with my parents for eight years but every time i visit i wake up with that same chest crushing anxiety and it does not go away. Even when i get back out east it takes me days to feel like a person again.

every pane of glass that your pebbles tap/negates the pains I went through to avoid you/and every little pat on the shoulder for attention/fails to mention I still hate you -- chicago is so two years ago -- i did not visit for almost two years, and then only did so because my grandmother was dying. Had she not been, it would have likely been so much longer. I spent those two years hating that small town, because i thought if i hated it i wouldn't miss it, and it all hurt so much that it wasn't hard to try to hate it. (that didn't work, because even though it hurt, it was still home)

I know I should be home/all the colors of the street signs, they remind me of the/pickup truck out in front of your neighbor's house -- chicago is so two years ago -- it's the little things that get me, the parts that weren't so bad, the parts that were even good, the parts that killed me to leave behind. The first dance class i took out east i sobbed the entire two mile walk home.

whoa, can't do it by myself -- reinventing the wheel to run myself over -- this one gets me because every time everything just feels like too much, it's amplified by the fact that i did this to myself, i chose to move away from everyone and everything i ever knew, and it's therefore my responsibility to indeed, do it by myself

we're the kids who feel like dead ends//and the poets are just kids who didn't make it -- i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth (summer song) -- literally all of my friends from home don't quite fit the midwestern mold, and we're all mentally ill creative types. We're in our mid twenties now and have felt like burn outs for years

I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light -- sophomore slump or comeback of the year -- the same best friend from earlier. I worry the small town is crushing her and she's so, so bright.

the best way to make it through with hearts and wrists intact is to realize two out of three ain't bad -- i'm like a lawyer with the way i'm always trying to get you off (me & you) -- you make sacrifices to survive. Mental, emotional, physical, everyone's sacrificing something just to make it through.

it's all a game of this or that, now versus then/better off against worse for wear/and you're someone who knows someone who knows someone/I once knew, and I just want to be a part of this -- hum hallelujah -- the duality of living in such a small town where everyone knows everyone and still feeling like you have no place to belong

literally all of g.i.n.a.s.f.s. but especially: everybody wants to drive on through the night if it's a drive back home//things aren't the same anymore, some nights, they get so bad//i sleep with your old shirts and walk through this house//it's a strange way of saying that I know I'm supposed to love you, I'm supposed to love you//I've already given up on myself twice third time is the charm//threw caution to the wind, but I've got a lousy arm -- ioh was my first fob cd, and i listened to it on repeat the summer i spent commuting from my parents house to the hospital in the city to camp until i finally got an apartment. This was also the year i spent coming out to myself, terrified of the future and expectations i knew I'd never meet. I was also in love with one of my best friends and god it hurts so much for your first love to feel so wrong

I will never end up like him/behind my back, I already am -- headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet -- when i first moved to the east coast i swore I'd assimilate and no one would know where i came from, but the second I'd open my mouth it would be "oh what part of the midwest are you from?" Over time I've learned to make peace with the parts of myself that are so unavoidably rural and midwestern, but there were parts i resented for a long time, because it felt like I'd never be free from where i grew up

I don't know where I'm going/but I don't think I'm coming home -- alone together -- i remember driving home from a college course i was taking my senior year of high school and just, dreaming of driving on, starting somewhere new

and in the end/i'll do it all again -- the kids aren't alright -- if things had been different, if i'd grown up differently, i wouldn't be who i am today. Also i almost got these lyrics tattooed on my thigh. Still might tbh

you were the sunshine of my lifetime/what would you trade the pain for?//and I just about snapped, don't look back//what would you trade the pain for? I'm not sure -- love from the other side -- leaving was, and is, so goddamn hard. Every time i visit my best friend, my grandparents, i have to remind myself why i left, and why i can't go back, and so much of that focuses on looking forward because if i look at the past too much i begin to romanticize the pain

scar crossed lovers, forever -- heaven, iowa -- i am so inexplicably, irreversibly bound to the people i grew up with like some sort of fucked up trauma bonding. Out here on the east coast, in the cities, it's just different. Even people who grew up east coast "rural," it's not the same. It's strong with friends from the city i moved from and even stronger with my friend who grew up in the same county.

#fob #fall out boy #moving #so much for stardust #take this to your grave #actually a lot of take this to your grave #infinity on high #folie a deux #american beauty american psycho #save rock and roll #from under the cork tree #song lyrics #this got long #midwest #east coast #transplant #long distance friendship #long distance

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oraclekleo · 1 year

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Jungwon (ENHYPEN) Relationship Role Tarot Reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck(s): E. A. Poe Tarot

Spread: Relationship Role

Questions:

Friend

Boyfriend

Lover

Husband

One-Night-Stand

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Yang Jung Won

Stage Name: Jungwon

Group: ENHYPEN

DOB: 09.02.2004

Blood Type: AB

MBTI: ISTJ

Sun Sign: Aquarius

Chinese Sign: Wood Monkey

Life Path Number: 8

Masterpost: Enhypen

Yang Jung Won

Jungwon (Enhypen)

Deck: E. A. Poe Spread: Relationship Role

Friend - 8 of Wands, 10 of Wands

Jungwon is likely to be a very dynamic, busy and fast moving friend. His mind is likely to be way too quick for his friends to comprehend. He might lose focus and get bored easily and he’s always looking for new hobbies and activities to explore with his group of friends. He’s likely to be overwhelming sometimes, maybe even too wild. He’s likely to be the one friend always rushing the rest.

Boyfriend - XIII The Death, 10 of Cups

When it comes to dating, Jungwon is a completely different person. He becomes compassionate, loving, caring and joyful. He’s both a romantic and faithful boyfriend. He’s a ray of sunshine and makes every day feel special and new for his significant other.

Lover - Knight of Cups, King of Wands

Lover Jungwon is courteous and romantic. He knows how to set the right mood for the night and there’s no creature in this world that could resist his seducing. He’s also a goal oriented lover and his goal is the pleasure of his partner. Jungwon knows how to transform ideas and dreams into reality and he takes love making seriously. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his lover to make them feel special and at the top of the world.

Husband - 5 of Pentacles, 10 of Pentacles

Jungwon might be rather pragmatic about marriage. The cards suggest strong material influence. It’s possible Jungwon wouldn’t have a problem getting married in order to unite two families and their wealth. For him, the institution of marriage is a serious matter. He wants to leave something behind, a legacy for next generations. And he will work for it.

One-Night-Stand - 7 of Pentacles, Knight of Wands

Jungwon is not very likely to be into random love affairs. If he ever slips, it’s more likely due to his recklessness and ill judgement of the situation. He might see it as a way to cope with stress but afterwards he will probably think it was a mistake and will try to bury the memory of it.

I have promised to post this reading again, once Jungwon is legal, which happened in February.

First of all, Jungwon, welcome to adulthood - the scariest hood. 😂

Also, this reading was done in March 2022 so if it doesn't resonate that much, Jungwon might have grown up or matured over the time. I don't follow ENHYPEN so you have to tell me whether an update is needed.

My YouTube suggested me the upcoming comeback highlight and... you guys who stand ENHYPEN and follow me have to be pretty excited, right? 🤣 I can't even tell the members apart but it looks pretty impressive. 🤭

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disniq · 2 years

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i feel like there's an interesting tension between wanting to undo the tragedy of jason's life and also loving him because of it. idk if i'd be interested in his story if i didn't also get to be outraged about how fucked up it is on a meta level, if you know what i mean.

just putting it out there XD

It really is wild how so much of what draws people to Jason's character is stuff that was a direct result of other people *hating* him

Like, they created him as Dick Grayson 2.0 and fans didn't like that so they rebooted him as a Poor Kid™ instead. (So now people who have experienced poverty relate to him, whoops)

Then they hire a writer that hates the concept of child heroes, who for some god awful reason decides the way to make other people hate this kid too is to make him violently against sexual assault specifically ??? (So now people who have experienced sexual assault appreciate him)

And then they hold a vote for the cash grab, and kill him off because one guy hated this fictional child so much he rigged the hotline, which gives Jason this fascinatingly tragic story, and then they BRING HIM BACK also for the cash grab (and something something resurrection as a trans allegory, now a bunch of queer folks imprint on him)

And ooOoOOoo he came back WRONG right? Except 'wrong' apparently means angry, at his abusers and at the people who let him be abused and, no, he will not let you brush it under the rug, you *will* look at me and you *will* remember what happened to me (so he becomes a revenge fantasy for many survivors of abuse and neglect)

BFTC wanted to make him an irredeemable psycho but just sort of doubles down on the likelihood of Jason being severely traumatized by childhood abuse instead

Even the fact that they didn't realise his comeback would be so popular and planned on re-killing him at the end of utrh, which incidentally implies he's functionally immortal, or Lobdell's heavy handed abuse apologia accidentally reinforcing him as a mentally ill survivor of abuse

Which is to say, you're absolutely right, almost all Jason's interesting and appealing traits are there completely unintentionally or for insane meta reasons and, no, I probably wouldn't love him so much if that weren't the case

#this is probably not what you had in mind lmao but i have feelings about accidentally relatable characters #asked and answered #jason todd #jason meta #or jason meta meta??

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renlyslittlerose · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 25 - Tickling

Today's prompt request is: If you’re still taking kinktober prompts- I think a sexy tickle fight would be cute! (No worries if you’re not taking prompts anymore. I love your writing!)

For the talented @human-rocket 💖

Cheater's Remorse - 2.102 Rating: E Content: Tickling; Play fighting; Dry humping; Rutting; Bratty Anakin; Bratty Obi-Wan

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Obi-Wan would never admit to it, but Anakin knew he was ticklish.

Anakin discovered it by accident one day when he was quite young, a gentle jab along his Master’s side when he made a quip that caused Anakin to blush with embarrassment. Obi-Wan had jerked abruptly away at the action, his eyes wide as he stared down at Anakin as if he’d said something incredibly offensive. Anakin quickly took the bit of information and tucked it away along with all the things he’d learned about Obi-Wan - things that only he could know and no one else, such as how he liked jelly filled sandwich biscuits the most, or that he had an irrational fear of flying insects.

Over the years Anakin learned all the different parts of Obi-Wan that would make him gasp and flinch, or sometimes even grab Anakin’s hand and threaten him with a quick ending if he ever did that again. Behind his knees, the crease of his elbow, along his stomach and, when they’d progressed to something more than just Padawan and Master, Anakin learned of Obi-Wan’s ticklish spot along his inner thighs.

One had to poke and really dig, but whenever Anakin did Obi-Wan would break out into hysterical laughter, his body jerking, his hands grabbing as he tried to get Anakin to stop, threats and pleas coiling around them until Anakin finally relented. Sometimes Obi-Wan was too tired to retaliate, but other times he’d push his own assault, grabbing at Anakin as he tried to give him the same treatment.

Lucky for Anakin, he wasn’t ticklish. Unlucky for him, that just meant Obi-Wan ended up poking him roughly until Anakin apologized and promised never to do that again.

Of course, Anakin never used his powers for ill. He only utilized his knowledge when Obi-Wan was being particularly annoying or frustrating.

Or when Obi-Wan cheated.

“You said no using the Force,” Anakin said from his place on the training mat.

Obi-Wan rolled his shoulders before brushing a lock of hair away from his sweaty brow. The innocent look he sent Anakin made Anakin’s gut tighten - with arousal or anger, he wasn’t quite sure. Probably both.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Obi-Wan said.

Anakin glowered. “Right then - when you threw me across the mat. You used the Force, I felt it!” Standing up he approached Obi-Wan. “You were the one who said we should keep the Force out of this, and then as soon as I had the upper-hand you—”

Obi-Wan raised his hand, silencing Anakin. “Saying you have the upper-hand is a bit of an exaggeration, darling. I’m fairly certain you were the one in the headlock.”

Anakin felt his cheeks go red, heat rising up along the back of his neck and chest. Clenching his jaw, he stared at Obi-Wan and tried very hard to come up with some sort of comeback that wasn’t just ‘nuh uh.’

Obi-Wan smirked after Anakin’s extended silence, a quick little thing that made Anakin want to scream. Instead he tackled Obi-Wan to the mat and began his assault.

“A-Anakin, w-what are you doing?” Obi-Wan screeched, his voice high-pitched and frenetic. Laughter pealed out from behind his teeth, quick and sharp.

“Alls fair in love and war,” Anakin gritted out as he jabbed Obi-Wan’s sides, digging into the meat of his hips and ribs beneath the thin cotton of his shirt.

Obi-Wan started bucking up, hips shifting beneath Anakin as he went to grab his hands and pull. But Anakin was faster, and before Obi-Wan could take hold he grabbed his wrists held them back over his head. Obi-Wan let out a displeased grunt and glared up at Anakin. Anakin grinned.

“Well now you can’t tickle me,” Obi-Wan remarked dryly.

“Don’t be so sure about that.”

Before Obi-Wan could form a thought Anakin pressed his face against Obi-Wan’s neck and blew. Hard. Obi-Wan let out a howl before he started squirming again, trying to get away from Anakin’s lips as he latched on and blew again, this time across Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Distracted by Obi-Wan’s movements beneath him, Anakin didn’t feel Obi-Wan’s leg come up and hook around his waist, and let out his own yell as Obi-Wan tried to flip their positions. Thankfully for Anakin, he only managed to get one of his wrists free, and the pair started grappling once more on the mats.

“Y-you little brat,” Obi-Wan grunted out, his arm trying to wrap back around Anakin’s head.

Anakin jabbed his side again, catching bare skin as Obi-Wan’s shirt rode up on him. It was enough to get Obi-Wan’s attention focused on his hands, and Anakin managed to flip Obi-Wan down on to the mattress, pinning him stomach to the floor. There was more scrambling, Anakin shoving his hands beneath Obi-Wan’s shirt as he tickled, his mouth once again latched to the back of Obi-Wan’s neck to blow kisses against the sensitive skin, causing more yelling and laughter to part from Obi-Wan’s lips.

“Once I’m free--” Obi-Wan began.

“You’re gonna what? Murder me?”

“Send you to train under Windu for the next month.” He finished his threat with an aggressive thrust upward, his ass rubbing up into Anakin’s groin.

They both paused as Anakin’s erection pushed firmly against Obi-Wan’s backside. Without thinking, Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan’s wrists and held them to the mat. Obi-Wan was breathing heavily beneath Anakin, tears drying on his cheeks as he caught his breath. Anakin noted the smallest of smirks slipping on to his features, and Anakin only had a second to compose himself before Obi-Wan started rubbing up again.

Friction, satisfying and continuous, slid along Anakin’s cock, pleasure weaving its way through his body as Obi-Wan continued to distract, dismantling Anakin’s upper-hand with each slow, lazy roll of his hips. Anakin knew that if he let go of Obi-Wan’s wrists now he’d be subjected to worse teasing, and so he kept his grip tight on Obi-Wan’s wrists and ground down, trying to regain some of his dominance.

He whimpered when Obi-Wan slipped one of his hands free and reached back to cup the back of his head, fingers tangling in his curls before pulling every so slightly.

“N-not fair,” Anakin huffed out, even as he shoved his clothed cock against Obi-Wan’s backside, hips stuttering as he started to hump into Obi-Wan.

“You’ll never win if you use unfair tactics,” Obi-Wan said idly.

Anakin growled and pulled away from Obi-Wan’s touch so as to bite his neck. Obi-Wan let out a huff and arched back into Anakin’s hips, his knees digging into the mats so as to get a better angle. Anakin let out a whimper as his cock was pushed between Obi-Wan’s cheeks, the fabric of their leggings doing little to block the sensation. A part of Anakin wanted to continue to fight Obi-Wan - to regain his upper-hand by whatever means necessary. But the other part - the larger part that overrode all other senses - just wanted to grind his swollen cock into Obi-Wan’s ass until he came.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Anakin pressed his face against Obi-Wan’s neck and couldn’t help but chuckle when Obi-Wan flinched.

“Don’t you dare,” Obi-Wan mumbled.

“I won’t.”

Instead he bit the skin, teeth sharp along the cords of Obi-Wan’s neck, skin tasting of salt and Obi-Wan’s musk. Obi-Wan shifted and Anakin raised his hips just a little so as to let Obi-Wan pull the banding of his leggings down to expose his ass and cock. Immediately Anakin was doing the same. He let go of Obi-Wan’s other wrist and sat up a little to pull his leggings down enough to free his cock, hissing as it was exposed to the muggy air of the practice room. He stroked himself a few times as he admired the scene before him.

Obi-Wan was still splayed on the floor, hips canted upward and chest pressed into the mats. His shirt had been rucked up, the muscles of his back flexing beneath pale skin, the indent of his spine collecting sweat that Anakin licked up with a firm stroke of his tongue. Obi-Wan let out a low sound that made Anakin’s cock pulse in his hand, sticky precome spreading out across his palm that he applied to the meat of Obi-Wan’s ass.

Sitting back, Anakin pulled Obi-Wan’s cheeks apart and admired the the whorl of muscle that twitched and flexed beneath Anakin’s hungry gaze. It was such a sensitive part of Obi-Wan, the skin soft, his hole eager, his taint vulnerable…

Obi-Wan suddenly stiffened beneath Anakin, and he whipped his head around to stare at Anakin from over his shoulder. “I swear to the gods of all the planets in the galaxies: if you do what you’re thinking of doing, Anakin, I will never let you fuck me again.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Anakin huffed.

He was definitely going to.

“Anakin…”

Anakin let go of Obi-Wan’s cheeks with a dramatic eye-roll before collapsing back down on to Obi-Wan. Without waiting for permission Anakin started thrusting up into Obi-Wan, sliding his cock along the crease of Obi-Wan’s ass while Obi-Wan ground upward. It was quick and messy, Obi-Wan’s pants mixing with Anakin’s soft whimpers, the two moving together with practiced ease. Wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist Anakin hugged him close as he kissed along Obi-Wan’s neck, breathing his scent in and holding it deep within his lungs.

“T-that’s it, that’s a good lad,” Obi-Wan mumbled, his hand brushing Anakin’s arms now and again as he jerked his cock.

Anakin swatted Obi-Wan’s hand away and replaced it with his own, huffing against Obi-Wan’s temple as the weight of Obi-Wan’s cock lay in his hand. Stroking Obi-Wan quickly, he dragged the foreskin up and over the tip before pushing it back down, a gentle slapping noise mixing with Anakin’s soft moans and the rustle of fabric against the mats.

Anakin’s own cock was pressed between Obi-Wan’s ass and his stomach, slick with spend and hot to the touch, Anakin picking up pace as he humped into Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan reached back up and grabbed a fist-full of Anakin's hair, tugging his curls and pulling his head back toward Obi-Wan’s neck. Biting down on the flesh on offer he sucked and licked the skin, little huffs of pleasure slipping past his lips as Obi-Wan praised him and tugged at his curls.

“S-such a brat, but so eager to please. And so easily distracted,” Obi-Wan purred out. “Y-you’d almost won, you know. Would have won, h-had you not been thinking with your cock.”

“Shut up,” Anakin grunted.

His cock ached, and he thrust more wildly up against Obi-Wan, his knees already sore and thighs tensing. Obi-Wan’s cock throbbed and leaked in his grasp, and Anakin knew that Obi-Wan was close, his own groans becoming louder and more frequent.

“I guess this is the way to defeat you, hm? Not through talent nor the force. N-next time you deem it fair to try and tickle me, I’ll just shove you down on your knees and make you suck my cock instead.”

Anakin came with a groan, his hips twitching across Obi-Wan’s ass, the familiar dragging sensation along his cock and balls making his toes curl and his mouth part in wet gasps. Obi-Wan came soon after, spilling across the mat and Anakin’s hand, Anakin teasing the head with his thumb, squeezing out as much as he could even as he vibrated with his own release.

Collapsing on top of Obi-Wan as soon as they were done, Anakin shoved his face against Obi-Wan’s neck and breathed in deep. Obi-Wan smelled like sweat and sex, thick and dense in the back of Anakin’s throat. Obi-Wan still had his hand in Anakin’s hair, his touch softened as he pet the back of Anakin’s head as Anakin continued to cling.

“You still cheated,” Anakin mumbled.

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I thought I could get away with it.”

Anakin blew a kiss against Obi-Wan’s neck.

#obikin #star wars fanfiction #lemon fanfiction #kinktober 2023 #lemon does kinktober

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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WHAT AB THINGS DABI DOES WHEN HES DRUNK. u cant ever make me stop talking about him mwahahaha

this has been in my inbox for ages so forgive me </3 but this is such a compliment !!!! its truly my life mission to make dabi rot in everyones brains

imo i dont see dabi drinking that often ??? like i know people hc him to be some big scary guy who does drugs and blacks out every other night to cope w his trauma....but idk i think hes a loser who has absolutely no coping skills. not even bad ones LOL he just raw dogs his mental illness. so its a rare thing to see him drinking/drunk and i dont have to many thots on this

but i have a few....

CLINGYYYYYY Y YYY YY mother fucker. such a clingy little loser. him being drunk is literally just him fighting off his own soft side LOL like he tries so hard not to let it show but he just feels so warm and comfy ://// he just wants to lean on you and tell you how you make him feel all gross inside ://// he tries fighting it off saur bad. it’s a lot of him resting on you or cuddling you and then suddenly sitting up straight like 🤨

he has a very big sweet tooth when he’s drunk ??? i feel like a lot of people like typical “drunk food” like pizza, tacos, anything hefty and carb heavy. but not touya. he wants to eat a full store bought cake with florescent neon icing all by himself. he wants chocolate everything….pretzels, candy, cookies, literally anything. if he actually indulges on his cravings, he wakes up with a sugar migraine, not even a hangover one

hes really big on kissing when hes drunk, probably because it feels so intimate for him. like kissing is such a simple act that can be so versatile and can go anywhere or nowhere at the same time. so i think he likes feeling a little loose and tipsy and then kissing on you for a bit. it lets him be a little more vulnerable and explorative with his actions. it feels like a way to show that he loves you, without wanting anything more (plus hes a lightweight so when he gets hard and wants to fuck he’s borderline passed out anyways </3)

i think he laughs a lot more (which isnt saying a lot, he doesnt usually laugh unless its ironic or spiteful) but i see him w rosy cheeks and a giggly way about him. like he’s still himself...he still teases you with shitty comebacks. he still saunters over to where you try and reach something on the shelf and says ‘you look stupid’ but now, he giggles after it like a little kid who knows something they shouldnt. its one of the best parts of tipsy dabi !!!! getting to see him laugh

#sighs dreamily: touya 💓#dabi x reader #dabi headcanons #touya x reader #touya headcanons

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I will make an attempt to explain Father in the stars a bit more because holy shit guys

There's a point in the episodes where things split, everything up to episode 5 happened in this au but I believe that Hollow sorrows is gonna the point where the rest of the episodes don't happen/Not everything happens since it seems like it's gonna focus a lot on this topic

The whole point of the au is that Skid got tired of not getting answers from his dad and decided that he was going to get them himself, Pump knows that they will probably not find much but wants to help Skid get every information he can about the topic because Lila doesn't seem to talk about him a lot

Pump working his daddy issues by helping Skid with his daddy issues

Lucky got interested on the cult because it felt too familiar to pass up as a simple deja vu and Radella has a similar issue to Skid, her family doesn't tell her anything about what happened to her aunt and cousin so she joined their crusade looking for answers

I will make a fuckton of comics that explain the lore sure, but as in canon CANON episodes I also want to make 12

The au is directly related to Very cult friends, an au that features Jhon(knee) and ill in the spookyverse as members of the cult

ill would be the antagonist of one of those 12 episodes (And she will die on her own episode by the hands of the least expected person to betray her) I want them to have previous interactions with the teens so their episode would be 3 or 4

(Capi)Tan and Shoot(Gun man) are part of the cult and would also be antagonists for an episode, neither of them would die but they will be fired This should happen mid-series so probably episode 6 Also pure headcanon, Shot is Lucky's uncle

Mayor is not part of the cult of this au for lore reasons (That involve Jhon), and because it would make no sense for him to fire Tan and Shoot for being part of the cult, it would also just make the cult more powerful than it already is He becomes relevant in episode 11

Dexter would come back, actually this is the first episode, since this is the more silly of them all as Dexter isn't really a treat for 4 teenagers that triple him on size and know how to defeat him, perfect introduction and is the only one I have completely written down, the name would be something stupid like "The comeback of the killer doll" or something

Jack is part of the cult, he would be the antagonist of episode 11, he would not die but there would be SO much drama he wishes that was the outcome

That's about all the antagonists I have yet apart from Stars and Father who are obvious the antagonists for the final episode Cringe culture is dead, I kind of want the rest of the antagonists to be entirely new, ocs and shit I think that would make things more interesting and would help to separate this from the original route after episode 5/6

I will decide what happens and what not in the run

#I want to draw but I can't #Actually I should be studying rn #Jack get away from Tumblr you can't fail this test #Spooky month #Spooky month au #Father in the stars #Spooky month skid #Spooky month Pump #Spooky month kid #Johnknee and ill

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hyoisms · 10 months

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super excited to meet you all! i'm luna, and this is jung hyojung! she's angelic's lead vocalist turned actress. beneath the cut, i'll have (hopefully) a brief intro. if you'd like to plot, please do like this post, and i'll come hopping into your ims! i am also available on d*scord. ask and you shall receive! all right, let's hop into this intro!

BACKGROUND.

born into a really normal family. dad’s a govt civil worker, mom’s a high school history teacher and her older brother just exists. loving family, they loved having a daughter after a son. her mom’s a history nerd so she names hyojung after a princess and all that jazz. i think that paints her fam pretty well. also, her name is the same backwards as well, and that’s probably how she introduced herself when she first debuted

tw terminal illness mother unfortunately dies from breast cancer around the time hyojung’s six. it’s devastating for the whole family, but hyojung’s dad manages to pull his weight and raise his two kids well as a single father! end of tw

her love for music comes quite early. her dad was always a musician yknow strumming his guitar at home, and her older brother took after him in that sense. hyojung wasn’t as talented in instruments (other than the bass guitar which her brother started and then quit in which she took over) and she mostly took after her mom in having a lovely voice. family music sessions soon became a regular thing, and it all led to her asking to be enrolled at a vocal academy as a hobby

becoming an idol, on the other hand, sort of comes out of the blue for her. gold star media ended up holding in-house auditions at her vocal academy, she tries out and then gets accepted! it doesn't take her very long before her debut with angelic either

CAREER.

she's still rather young when she first debuts, and her short trainee period doesn't exactly prepare her for what's to come with this industry. that's why toward the beginning of her career, she's pretty energetic and the vitamin of the group

however, as she grows up she just naturally mellows out as she matures. while there are people who realize that people grow up, there are also a loud bunch that claim that she's changed and caught the actress disease because it's around her first drama role when this change occurs

on top of that, it coincides with ax leaving the group, which only makes the accusations become worse. thankfully, hyojung's pretty sturdy and she doesn't let things sway her, and so she goes on and lives her actress life

frankly, she began acting because it was offered to her first, but she grows to love the idea of being able to play all these different characters. although fans don't want to admit it, it's become pretty clear that hyojung does prefer being an actress over an idol, but she still assures fans that she'll always be angelic's hyojung

truthfully, she's just over all the additional baggage and drama that comes along with her idol side. hyojung's thankful for the loyal fans and supporters, and while angelic has had a great career so far, there's no denying that it came with many stress factors as well. does she love singing? absolutely. but does she sometimes doubt whether it's completely worth it? also a yes

she's really solidified her spot in the industry as an actress, but she does get typecasted quite a bit. all her roles so far have been lovely, super romantic. some people point fingers and say that she needs to branch out, but hyojung's pretty content with where she is not as she knows that these sort of roles can't always be played. they sort of naturally slow down as an actress gets older anyway so why say no to something that she can only do now, right?

anyway, she's in a pretty comfortable spot in her career now. angelic hasn't made a comeback in a while, but she did have her solo debut a couple of months back. it was mostly a gift for fans who missed her voice and assurance that she hasn't completely abandoned her career as a singer!

PERSONALITY.

overall, hyojung's a very mellow person. she's gentle, soft-spoken and prefers to stay in the background of things. will walk away in the middle of an argument if it becomes too exhausting because it's never worth winning an argument in her opinion

the type of person who can comfortably sit in silence even with others around her. she doesn’t find that awkward, but she won’t… flat out ignore anybody around her either. she does polite talk and small talk pretty well, but that’s mostly because of her developed social skills as an idol. if she could, she’d sit in complete silence and just embrace it

definitely someone who gets comfortable with others with more time? she comes off a little awkward at first and despite angelic being a more senior idol group canon-wise, hyojung probably doesn't know how to react if someone were to express that they were a fan. like she genuinely does not know what to say other than thank you

she's like that quiet, introvert friend who always seems to know what's going on despite not being that interested in other people because she fades into the background and people talk without realizing that she's in the room, if that even makes sense!

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