#mostly prompted by people genuinely hating this guy
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skz reacting to their s/o using their head as a drum
a/n: love it when you guys get creative because literally how would I have ever thought of this
warnings/genre: fluff, banter, uhhh using a head as a drum?? lmk if anything else should be tagged!
chan
-the awkward “haha babe ur so silly”
-slightly worried but slightly into the beat ur making tbh
-offers a worried :] smile, and thinks you’re adorable but also what even prompted this response??
-sorta overthinks it and is like “is everything okay?? are you bored? do you need my attention?”
-honestly doesn’t mind it very much unless he’s working hehe
-“ohhh wait, do that again it sounded good” “will you credit me in your next album??” **sigh**
lee know
-looks back up at you with a disgruntled expression as if you just insulted him
-“wtf are you doing” “why do you hate my music career” “because it sucks, get off my head”
-mostly joking, doesn’t care but he’d prefer you go explore your musical interests somewhere else
-tries so hard not to giggle if you hum along to a beat your making, will never admit how much it amuses him
-just lets you at it, maybe if he’s in a bad mood he would just gently swat your hand away but most of the time he just rolls his eyes and lets you…drum on his head
changbin
-turns it around and reaches up to drum on your head while laughing
-“haha how does it feel?? >:)”
-most of the time just takes it as a prompt to mess with you and pat your head to a beat
-first time he was definitely more ???, but if it becomes a habit he’ll just laugh it off
-genuinely doesn’t mind it compared to others, he thinks it’s kinda cute especially when you stand over him to just drum on his head or mess around
-looks up at you with a dumb smile and is sJWNDOWSJJS sorry anyways yeah he just loves you
hyunjin
-the one to grab your wrist, and then hold your hand to get you to stop
-he reaches up to hold your hand and he just gives you a squeeze to let you know he’s not like…mad, you’re just being silly
-“what? is my baby bored?” and he always laughs at your response, whether it be in agreement or a roll of your eyes
-doesn’t care as much if he’s tired, because he doesn’t have the energy to care and he’s also kinda lulling off because of the rhythmic tapping
-he doesn’t hate it, because it’s always a good excuse to hold your hand <3
han
-the more confused one, but doesn’t go out of his way to stop you LMAO
-every time he just looks at you like ??? because do you want something?? is this a torture method?? are you trying to mind control him or smth??
-spends his time just contemplating your possible hierarchy of needs while you’re dropping the sickest beat of 2023 on his head
-poor boy just doesn’t know what to do and just lets you go at it
-thinks it’s kinda cute anyways, if not strange, but still cute
felix
-gives a :> and just lets you have fun
-“what? trying to take my job?” “you know how much people would pay for a single that’s just someone using your head as a drum??” and he’s just giggling and he’s so cute I’m sobbing
-likes to randomly move his head so you miss and laughs because you stumble a bit and he thinks he’s so funny
-leans back so you can hold his face in your hands
-it’s not that he dislikes it, but he doesn’t like it either. there’s way better ways to entertain yourself, including just spooning him or giving him a kiss </3
seungmin
-another ??? wtf are you doing type
-probably starts knocking on his own head to see what the appeal is all about
-“shhh minnie i’m making music!!” “let me knock on your head to make sure it’s not hollow, because what in the world are you doing??”
-gives you a fake look of disgust but immediately bursts out laughing when he holds your gaze for too long, and just lets you at it
ot the biggest fan but when he looks up to see your smile, he has to fight the need to run laps and giggle n squeal about how cute u are
jeongin
-“wtf stop you’re gonna mess up my hair” “so you just hate my aspirations or being a musician??” “y/n.”
-leans on disliking it, another one who just reaches up to hold your hand to get you to stop
-“if you’re that bored do you wanna help me clean the dorm?” and you’re immediately o-O
-laughs when you drum his head because it’s just so?? stupid?? but it’s so funny and you’re also so cute?? it’s the most conflicting thing ever
-like how is he supposed to dislike this when you laugh all prettily and you’re smiling down on him like that :((
-unfair tbh
#how obvious is it that this wasn’t proofread#this was cute tho#stray kids imagines#stray kids reactions#stray kids scenarios#stray kids x reader#stray kids blurbs#stray kids headcanons#I have to get up in four hours not living my best life rn
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ell, i hope ur request is still available??? lol but im submitting a fic idea for now-- its been laying on my art ideas for awhile but im just not sure how to draw it so im sharing it now-- (this ask is long T0T im sorry-)
so basically the story right now is Lilia's dream and I believe the point of this dream is having Lilia be on time to save Malenoa and Levan from the Silver Owls???
i read a lot of theories that Silver might overblot mostly from magical exhaustion from using UM but its also possible that he might overblot by just the mental stress of it all lol so i think the moment that he'll really snap is the moment he'll found out he's a Silver Owl.
u see, I'm kinda hesitant to support the theory that Silver is one of the Silver Owls (even tho its so likely TT)---
bcuz,,, guys,,, do you the impact of that twisted info??? it means that IF Silver is one the Silver Owls;;;; he's from the nation that destroyed the Land of Briar, the reason why Briar Valley is such a small secluded nation and hates humans a lot, the probably main reason why faes and humans are distrustful to each other, the people who murdered Malleus' parents, the reason why Malleus had to grow up in isolation, the people who killed Lilia's most important people: Malenoa and Levan (which we can assume the only people he can refer to as family), and the reason why his father is dying early and is falling out of magic because he had to exhaust all of it for Malleus to live because his ancestors killed his parents---- if Silver is from the Silver Owls actually, can he truly still have the audacity to refer to Lilia as "his father" knowing well now he's the root of all his misery?
He'll never meet Lilia if he's from Silver Owl/if Land of Briar won against them)-- unlike Sebek and Malleus who's family is tied with Malenoa and Baul
He's realizing that his existence to his father life was born from losing everything he had and he gets engulfed by the darkness
"because this is Father's true family…" Silver realizes as he looks at the expression of Lilia genuinely happy in relief that Malenoa and Levan was saved and the enemy is defeated and he'll never meet Silver anymore because his nation lost.
"We were never meant to dream together" (this is in contrast of Silver's UM's message; "let's share the same dream")
you. you are WICKED for this utter monster of a prompt. lian, i cannot believe you. i woke up, read it, and just couldn't stop grinning. i genuinely hope i did this justice. thank you for letting me write this!
The relief on his father’s face hurts Silver to the very core of his soul.
There is a celebration erupting around him, the chaotic, spontaneous festivities of a war long-won. Victory is theirs; the Valley has prevailed over her enemies, all human intruders either slain or driven out, the Silver Owls and their Knight of Dawn thoroughly suppressed.
And yet, as Silver lurks about at a corner of the room, back pressed against the dark stone wall as he observes from afar, all he can feel is a deep-rooted agony. There is a light happiness to his father’s face, so unlike the stern disposition of the general that Silver had gotten used to, having adapted to it despite how strange it feels to interact with his father in his callous prime.
Near his father is Princess Malenoa and her betrothed, the former carrying her egg in her arms. From where he stands, Silver watches as the draconic fae’s face creases as she laughs at a comment Lilia makes, the three of them enraptured in their own little world.
He bites his lips, heart aching as it thumps against his chest.
It hurts.
It hurts because Silver knows who he is, what he is now. He’s put it all together, uncovered all the missing pieces of the puzzle throughout his time fighting by his father’s side, hoping to wake him within his dream. There was an uncanny resemblance Silver shared with the Knight of Dawn, one that had struck him upon laying his eyes on the man. Even now, it makes him sick to his stomach thinking of the implications.
But appearances could be coincidental. There were many people in the world; surely some people were bound to share similarities in the end? And yet, there was another piece of evidence, one that had casted away any lingering doubts Silver had clung to, one that damned his fate.
Silver’s fingers close around the ornate ring in his palm, its necklace chain draped over the side of his wrist, swaying slightly.
He’d found the very same ring in the Knight of Dawn’s tent, when they’d ransacked it after a lengthy battle. It had been nestled in a tiny locked box that opened at his touch, and Silver’s breathing had stuttered to a gasping halt as soon as he laid eyes upon the tiny piece of jewellery — a perfect replica of the ring slung around his neck.
“Hey.”
The sound of a voice snags his ear, swaying his attention away from the cheerful face of his father — though does Silver truly reserve the right to call him that, after everything he’d learnt? Glancing to the side, Silver relaxes at the sight of Yuu shuffling over, standing next to him, their hands buried in the pocket of their jacket.
Silver dips his head at them. They smile weakly at him in return.
For a while, they stand there together, simply observing the rest of the room. Silver’s gaze flits around, from the thronging groups of fae celebrating their victory, to the sight of Sebek laughing up a storm with the younger form of his grandfather — an apparition of Lilia’s dream, but still an indulgence for the boy — until finally, they land back at his father.
“How’re you feeling?” Yuu asks, out of nowhere.
Silver exhales. “I… I am fine. Thank you for your concern.”
“Mm. I don’t really think fine constitutes standing in a corner of the room like this,” Yuu points out with a shrug. “Isn’t now probably the best time to… what was it, try and wake up Lilia?”
It is the best time to do such a thing. And yet, whenever Silver considers the thought, eyes darting back to his laughing father, he hesitates. He sucks in a sharp breath at the sight of Princess Malenoa passing her egg off to her lover to lean over and wrap his father up in a warm embrace, lifting him off the ground as she whirls around in giddy joy.
The peaceful bliss on Lilia’s face is familiar to him. It’s an expression Silver’s seen many times before while growing up.
“...We can wait,” Silver eventually says, stifling a sigh. He crosses his arms. “It would not hurt to let him enjoy this a little longer.”
“If you say so,” Yuu hums in response. “Not that Grim would complain, I think. Pretty sure he’s off gorging himself on food somewhere, the little rat.”
Another pause, only permeated by the constant sound of festivities.
“...Something isn’t right, huh?” Yuu exhales. “I don’t really… know much about Hornton— um, Malleus, apart from what he told me, and… what I’ve learnt here.” They gesture at the room. “But I kinda get the feeling his parents aren’t exactly around anymore. And yet they’re alive, huh?”
Silver doesn’t even need to turn to know just what Yuu is looking at — the very much alive, not missing, Princess Malenoa and Levan chatting happily with Lilia.
“...Yeah,” Silver eventually breathes, voice weak. “They’re alive.”
Maybe— no, not maybe. It’s definitely better this way. How can Silver restore the status quo after everything he’s learnt throughout his father’s dream, of the wretched past that Lilia never told him about? His father looks so unbearably happy now, in this peaceful dream of a war won without the losses that happened in reality. Lilia had lost his closest companions, his childhood friends. He’d spent years presumably exhausting his magic, to take care of Malleus in their stead until the draconic fae finally hatched, because Malleus’ parents had been killed.
And he’d taken Silver in, despite the hue of his hair, the colour of his eyes — all little bits of evidence that should have clued Lilia in on his son’s true identity: a descendent of the Silver Owls.
A ragged exhale spills out of his mouth.
How can he look at Lilia now and call him his father? Silver is sure of it; he has to have been descended from the awful humans who ravaged the Valley and bled her dry of her resources, all before slaughtering the fair folk’s princess before her child could even be hatched. They’d been responsible for her bethrothed’s disappearance too, Silver is certain of it.
How can Silver have the audacity to think of Lilia as his own, when he is tied to the root of all his father’s misery?
And to make matters worse, in such a selfish, wretched way that it makes him feel sick—
Silver cannot stop thinking about how, in this other world, this perfect fantasy that his father supposedly longs for, he would have never found his son.
(Can Silver still call himself that?)
“SILVER!”
That familiar, thunderous voice startles him out of his swirling thoughts. Sebek frowns at him, hands resting on his hips. When had his friend arrived…? “We ought to get a move on with waking up Master Lilia,” he declares, attracting a few glances from nearby fae, chittering to each other about what Silver presumes is the sound of Sebek’s voice. “That IS what we came here for, no? And then after, we shall go and save Lord Malleus!”
“And on that note, I should go find Grim,” Yuu says, turning with a wave. “I’ll meet you guys when you’re ready to dream hop, Silver!”
Silver watches the human prefect depart, vanishing into the throng of shifting fae.
He bites his lip.
“Silver?”
Sebek’s voice is stern. And yet, there is a hint of what Silver knows is concern weaved into it. He glances back over at his friend, noticing the scrutinising arch of Sebek’s eyebrows, the way he inspects Silver closely. “What are you waiting for?” he demands. With a wave of his hand towards Lilia’s general direction, Sebek says, “Let us depart!”
“I can’t.”
Those two words spill from his lips before he can stop himself. Silver winces at the sight of Sebek’s eyes widening, pupils constraining at what he said, thoroughly taken aback. “What— Whatever do you mean, Silver?” Shaking his head, Sebek narrows his eyes. “Now is not the time for such foolish jesting—”
“I’m serious, Sebek.”
Silence. Sebek gawks at him, and Silver averts his gaze. His heart hammers in his chest, so loud he can hear it in his ears. He feels vaguely lightheaded. And it still hurts.
But it is precisely because it hurts that Silver is doing this, that he is refusing to wake his father up from his dream. What right does he have to do that, to disrupt such a wonderful fantasy, a world where everything turned out right for Lilia in the end? It would make him no better than the selfish, greedy humans who pillaged the Valley, killing fae left and right, and wrecking such havoc upon them all.
In the end, to wake Lilia up would be such an audacious, inconsiderate desire on Silver’s part. How dare he strip his father of the happiness he deserves?
Because, Silver thinks wistfully, gazing upon Lilia and Malenoa and Levan all over again, this is Father’s true family. It was never me. It is an epiphany that dawns upon him. And all of a sudden, everything feels clear.
(“Silver? SILVER!”)
Yes, this is the way it should be. Lilia should remain here in blissful paradise. Silver can move on, can take Sebek and Yuu and Grim with him — unless they wish to stay, of course, to which he wouldn’t fault them; he’s seen how attached Sebek is to his grandfather, after all. They don’t need to bother his father with the likes of their plans to save Malleus from his overblot. They can find other people instead!
(“SILVER!”)
We were never meant to dream together, Silver thinks wistfully. It’s like his focus has narrowed down to solely his father, everything else in his peripheral vision blurring together into a mess of darkness. But that’s the truth of it, isn’t it?
What sort of a selfish son would he be, to strip his father of his hard-earned happiness?
“SILVER!”
He jolts at the sharp sensation of a slap, lurching back to his senses.
The first thing he notices is Sebek’s face, contorted with such abject fear, hand raised in front of him.
The second thing he notices is—
The darkness, bubbling around him, sucking at his heels, clinging and sliding its way up his legs.
Hands wrap around his wrists, trying to drag him forward, away from the sloshing pit of inky blackness that claws at him. “Get OUT!” Sebek screeches, in part a furious demand, in part a desperate plea. But as soon as Silver stumbles his way to clean, even ground, the darkness slides right back in, nipping at his ankles, dragging him back in.
And yet, all Silver can feel is an overwhelming sensation of calm. There is a dull ache that throbs in his chest, one that sobs and wails and causes the darkness to clamber up his body even further. A single realisation makes itself clear in his mind.
He’s overblotting, isn’t he?
That’s the only explanation Silver can muster, the reason why the darkness has returned for him. It’s not reacting like it has in the past. No, this time, it’s surging straight for only him while ignoring everyone else in the room.
Perhaps he’d overexerted himself a bit too much. Perhaps he’d let his tumultuous emotions get the better of him.
What will happen if he stays? Will he lose control of himself? Silver exhales, a melancholic acceptance overtaking his soul. He knows what he has to do now.
And it is with his newfound purpose in mind that Silver pulls his hands out of Sebek’s grasp. He steps back, a sad smile on his face as the other boy stares at him. “ARE YOU INSANE?” Sebek screams, voice erupting through the air, dragging the room into silence. “SILVER, YOU CANNOT POSSIBLY THINK OF GIVING INTO THE DARKNESS!”
All Silver can do is hang his head, and take another step back. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs — and he truly is. But it’s safer this way, isn’t it? He can handle an overblot. He knows how to get himself away, so he cannot hurt anyone else any more than he already has.
And as Silver readies his magic, hands clasped firmly around the ring in his palm, beginning to murmur the words under his breath, his gaze flits around the room once more. From a panic-stricken Sebek to a distressed and frozen Yuu, Grim tucked under their arm, to the whispering fae backing away from the scene, until finally…
He meets crimson eyes that widen, a glint sparking within them, face contorting into one of realisation and pure fear.
“Meet in a Dream,” Silver whispers with a sad smile, raising his ring to his lips, breath ghosting along the glistening gem — slowly clouding over, losing its lustre and shine.
And as the general breaks away from his two closest companions, boots slamming against the stone floor as he sprints for Silver, one arm outstretched, the scream of a name emerging from his lips—
Silver allows his magic to tear himself away from this dream, taking him somewhere far away, where he can let the blot swallow him whole.
At the very least, as he loses his mind—
He knows his father will be safe and happy.
#writing requests#my writing tag#tumblr drabbles tag#twst#twisted wonderland#twst spoilers#twisted wonderland spoilers#twst ch7#twst silver#sebek zigvolt#twst yuu#lilia vanrouge#twst fanfiction#twst writing#again i am on holiday at da beach as this goes up... B)#enjoy the horrors while i have a good time!!!
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A maybe prompt?
One of Alex's military buddies comes to visit or something and Michael and Kyle both are super sulky
Michael is the husband Kyle's the best friend
This guy makes them both feel threatened
Their jealousy and hatred for him would be a bonding experience for them 😂
@brittz-2123
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Michael and Kyle did not get along. This was a known fact that neither of them could ever—or ever really felt the need to—resolve. Michael would admit that it came mostly from his side. Kyle liked to point to Michael every time Alex had a furrow in his brows and demand to know “what did you do to him this time?” which was always a nice slap to the face that Michael couldn’t argue was unwarranted. Still, Kyle was painfully indifferent to him half the time, and yet Michael couldn’t help but have a visceral distrust of the man who had kept Alex company in the years Michael himself hadn’t been able to.
“You’re so jealous by anything that breathes in Alex’s direction,” Isobel had scoffed once, “it’s insane.”
Yeah, he was. He didn’t know why people kept expecting him to deny it. Alex was his husband, and he didn’t think it was a weird or bad thing to want to have your husband’s affection all to yourself. As it stood, he and Kyle had a whole frenemies thing going on, a very begrudging frenemies thing, that Alex had resigned himself to after their marriage.
“This is as good as it’s going to get with you guys, isn’t it?” he’d sighed one day, hands on his hips as he looked between them, both exasperated and fond, to which Michael insisted that the fond gaze belonged only to him, which began a whole new argument.
He really was a jealous bastard, and despite Kyle’s innocent best friend act, Michael knew he felt the same to an extent. Now, as they both sat in Michael and Alex’s living room, arms crossed on the couch, aiming glares at Alex’s military buddy in the kitchen, Michael knew his suspicion had been right.
It had been early in the morning when he and Alex, unfortunately already joined by Kyle who’d brought breakfast, got a knock at their door. Alex had no sooner opened the door when he was pulled into a hug that lifted him off his feet and nearly had Michael throwing the stranger off his own.
Alex had explained with shock and laughter in his voice that this was Scott Mason, his best friend from back in their military days, “and the one I could count on whenever I was in trouble.”
Michael had hated him instantly.
Some blond-haired, blue-eyed guy with a wide, genuine smile and booming voice looking at Michael’s Alex like he was his instead, like he knew things about Alex that Michael could never hope of knowing. It set him on edge. And apparently, Kyle too.
“I know why I’m pissed off,” Michael said without taking his eyes off Alex who was laughing at something Scott had told him, “but why are you? Aren’t you supposed to be above jealousy?”
“I’m not jealous, okay?” Kyle scoffed, forcing himself to uncross his arms so that he didn’t mirror Michael’s position. “I just think that, as Alex’s doctor and his friend, it’s not conducive to his health right now to get this excited before he’s even had anything to eat. He collapsed not that long ago from exhaustion, remember?” He huffed and glared at Scott. “Look at that, if he shoves him one more time, he could fall over!”
Michael grunted, unable to muster the ability to scoff with the way Alex was smiling at someone other than him. “And this has nothing to do, I’m sure, with the fact that Alex called someone else his best friend?”
“Come on,” Kyle rolled his eyes, “what am I, twelve?”
Michael narrowed his eyes. “I don’t like the way he looks at him.”
“Who? Scott or Alex?”
“Yes.”
Kyle finally peeled his eyes off Alex and his friend to consider Michael. “Are you seriously worried about Alex talking to some other guy? It’s not like he’s a master flirt, you know.”
“Alex wouldn’t want to flirt with anyone but me anyway,” Michael smirked humorlessly.
“Oh? Is that why you look like you’re about to throw him through the window?”
“Think Alex would notice?”
“Just a bit.”
He growled, and as though sensing his unease, Alex blinked and looked over. Michael and Kyle plastered on a quick smile. Alex’s own laughter softened to amusement and love for them both, as though he knew what they were thinking and thought them adorable for it. He blew a kiss to Michael which Michael caught and pressed against his heart. Only until Alex returned to the conversation with Scott did Michael sag against the couch.
“I hate him.”
Kyle shifted and sighed. “Well . . . we don’t actually know anything about him, Guerin. He seems like a really nice guy, and Alex seems to like him.”
“Don’t ever say those words in that order again,” Michael growled.
“Look,” he straightened, “sure, it’s a little weird having this . . . stranger here all of a sudden, but he was part of Alex’s family for a long time, and I think we owe it to Alex to give him a fair chance.”
Michael pursed his lips, but before he could say anything, Scott suddenly appeared in front of them, a kind, perfect smile on his kind, perfect face. “Hey, you guys okay over here?”
Kyle started to nod, attempting a smile of his own, when Michael looked around and stood. “Where’s Alex?”
“Gone inside to get his jacket,” Scott said easily, hands in his pockets. “I’m taking him out for breakfast.”
“Oh you don’t have to do that,” Kyle said, standing as well. “I already brought breakfast over before you got here.”
“Yeah, but,” Scott shrugged, “there’s this fudge muffin thing I used to get Alex all the time, and he loved it. You might not know this, but chocolate’s, like, his favorite thing in the world. But hey, you should come! I’m sure he won’t mind.”
With that perfect smile still in place, he sauntered off, Michael and Kyle watching him go silently, murder in their eyes before slumping back down roughly onto the couch.
After a long minute, Kyle said, “I hate him.”
Michael nodded darkly.
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Happy malex Monday ❤️
#alex manes#michael guerin#malex#malex fic#roswell new mexico#roswell nm#tyler blackburn#michael vlamis
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ok, it's star trek update time. tonight we watched ds9's "playing god" and tng's "eye of the beholder."
playing god (ds9):
i'm trying. SO SO SO HARD to get into dax and it's just not working
out of the 3 dax episodes we've had so far this one included two of them have been mid and one of them was just slightly better than average mostly for the questions it prompted in my mind palace, not necessarily the questions asked by the episode itself
in s1 dax had basically no personality, but in s2 when she does have a personality it seems to be a different one every time. like in one episode she was very prissy and in others she's just one of the guys! and then at other times she reverts to this very buttoned up bordering on bland science officer from s1 again
and then every once in awhile she'll be like oh yeah i LOVE sex i LOVE being a super hot woman who everyone wants to FUCK!!! i can get whatever i want with my SEX APPEAL even though my hair is WEIRDLY SHAPED. and look i am so happy for her and she should literally get some but it borders on the kind of misogyny that starts genuinely annoying me. it is kind of like that anime trope where the teen boy gets put into a body with tits and he can't stop messing with them. its like. idk reducing her to a body, or reducing her to jadzia's body, which dax is taking for a ride to feel hot and fuckable?? it's very blurry what's jadzia and what's dax
WHICH is the most fascinating part of dax, which is where the trill ends and the symbiant or however you spell it begins, but we don't get into that quite as much as i'd like
anyway i guess a shifting personality is a natural result of living 7 lifetimes but it doesnt FEEL like thats why theyre doing it, it FEELS like they just cant seem to keep her consistent
that said. while i did not like this episode or this little guy dax was showing around i DID like the implication that curzon was actually a huge fucking asshole. i love that he can be loved by many people but was still an asshole. it's complex. and now one of the people he abused (?) or at least was an asshole to is now. his successor. IT'S COMPLEX!!! what are he and jadzia to each other...imagine meeting curzon dax and then just becoming him. that's wild. so, points for that! genuinely. it just feels like the trill thing is fascinating because of trills and not because of jadzia dax in particular. i'm gonna keep trying to like her. maybe once she starts banging worf things will be different
eye of the beholder (tng):
ohhhh i hated this one so much (suicide cw for this one lol)
firstly, i don't trust tng to handle the subject of suicide any more than i trust them to handle multiple personalities, but they tried to very special episode it anyway. all of them were so shocked at the very THOUGHT of it i guess because they eliminated all mental illness in tos?? but it was so funny in the rage-inducing way like "maybe he needed to think of the obstacles in his life as challenges to overcome!" come on.
also lmao picard like ive never had to report a suicide before...........girl you have literally told 2 people to kill themselves
and then they dropped the very special episode plot halfway through for this psychic mystery...
here's the thing. if everyone had been searching for a REASON someone who seemed to be perfectly happy would do this, and in the end the answer was just "nothing was going on, he was just hiding a lot of pain, even if we don't want to believe that" that would have been a STELLAR gutpunch. but there literally was foul play involved
AND NOT ONLY THAT! BUT THEY FAKED ME OUT WITH WORF E DEANNA
my ONLY consolation was that they were finally kissing and then later fucking but NO!!!! all a dream
i was already conflicted because deanna e worf means a temporary breakup from deanna e riker but i wanted it anyway and i was so happy when they gave it to me and then they KILLED IT? maybe the actors hated it because it fucking sucked
like, no wonder everybody let deanna walk around unsupervised when there was a high suicide danger. she was dreaming. no one in real life would ever allow this
i wish also that creepy men would stop coming to deanna's quarters to be creepy to her
final note: was told the creepy man was in spn. clocked him as alistair almost immediately. faceblind WHO
TOMORROW: ds9's "prophet and loss" and tng's "genesis" (dread).
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Hello! Hope you are doing well (or at least, faring better than before). Just wanna pop in to say I recently discovered your works and I love all of them! I love how each of the guys is portrayed with distinctive personality in your stories instead of the similar mass-produced vibe™ that are more common in the fandom (not that I particularly hate it, but it can get repetitive after a while). I think I might come back and give you more fleshed out comments (because I do love sending my favourite writers' long ramblings about how I love their work, if they don't mind of course), when I have more time to devour each and every of your words.
That aside, I keep wondering who are your favourite characters in twst? I know you mention Vil, and from your works I think Malleus might be one of your favourite as well. Or more specifically, who would you love to write about but haven't got the opportunity/the suitable prompt for him?
Wish you a very enjoyable morning/night and that you can gain back your motivation soon!
Thank you muchly!! I’m glad you’ve been liking them!
And as for favorite characters, I think my number one spot has to go to Vil right now. Malleus was my og fav when the game first came out, but overtime there’s just something about Vil that’s so *chef’s kiss* Very up my alley. A very unique character. Which, don’t get me wrong. I still adore Malleus to here and back and he’s very much a strong number two. But I feel like his archetype is much more common to see than Vil’s. It’s one I love, but Vil just has wormed his snarky, headstrong way into my heart and refuses to leave. I think the way my brain looks at it is that like, if I ever met these guys in real life, I could be friends with Malleus—could definitely absolutely be in love with him too, but could be very happy genuinely just being his friend. Versus I feel like no matter what or how, I’d always end up at least a lil too in love with Vil and my heart would break every day 😊 So. You know. That be my scale.
As for who I’d like to write but haven’t gotten all the way around too yet—Jamil, mostly. There’s something about him where like he’s never in my number one spot so sometimes he sort of slips into the background (which. Oof. Too close to canon, my guy), but he’s one of the few characters in Twst that I feel is just. Genuinely sinister. Not like straight up at-his-core-evil or anything. But really willing to tear people down at their roots and smile all the while. And every time I read any vignette or story chapter with him in it, I always really enjoy him. So he’s in the works for a Monster Mayhem to hopefully get him some more time in the proverbial sun.
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Day 2: unauthorized surveillance in the boys room
Prompt: Eavesdrop
Fandom: X-Files (TV)
Pairing: Scully & Mulder / Gen
Summary: In a world where Scully and Mulder meet as Dana and Fox, two teenagers take on a high-stakes case. (I wrote a high school AU for some reason.)
Word count: 2,889
read on AO3 instead
for @fluffyfebruary
Fox opens his locker and dumps his books inside. They land noisily in an uncomfortable-looking pile. He can hear the locker to his right opening as he shuffles through the mess of papers on his shelf. Where is his damn essay?
The girl next to him tucks a few strands of orange hair behind her ear and adjusts something neatly within her own locker, then closes and locks it. There's a tall boy standing at her side who looks like he was sculpted by the head coach to fill out a football jersey. Fox looks away from them when he bends his head to kiss her.
"Come to practice?" he hears.
"I can't today. There's a lab after school."
"Danaaaaa," he whines. Fox wrinkles his nose and his search starts to feels a little more desperate. He hates it when he has to listen to this guy. If he could just find that stupid essay! He knows it's here somewhere. He wrote it a whole week in advance, then put it in his locker for safe keeping until it was due. Which it is. Right now.
"Maybe you could come over for dinner tonight, when you're finished. Mom keeps asking me to invite you, even though I told her I have. Like seven times. She wants to meet you."
"I'll try. I'll be real tired after practice, though. How about I call you when I get home and let you know then?"
"Okay. I think my dad is making pasta, so there'll be plenty if you decide to come. I hope you do."
They're quiet after that while they lean in to kiss each other again, this time longer and more noisy. Fox scrambles through his mess one last time and finally spots what he's looking for. He nearly crows in triumph, but a glance at his watch shows him he doesn't have time to celebrate. He has to be on the other side of the building in one minute. He slams his locker shut and dashes down the hall, away from Dana and away from her lying boyfriend.
For Fox, school is (mostly) easy and very boring. As his report cards show, he doesn't have any trouble performing above the standard, academically (if you ignore his D+ in German). His extracurriculars are impressive, too; he's a cross country runner, and a whiz on the debate team.
The people at his school are also very boring. And, in a sense, they're also easy. There are lots of 'in-groups' that he's noticed: mean and pretty people, technology obsessives, artistic flunkies, just to name a few. Despite not caring about any of the things that bind these groups together, he's managed to become friendly with almost all of them. It's all surface level for him, though. It isn't that he doesn't care about people, or that he doesn't want to have real friends. It's just that everyone he goes to school with is too easy to read.
Take Dana's boyfriend as an example. He doesn't want to meet Dana's parents, likely because he doesn't take their relationship seriously. Despite this, he feeds her fake and obvious excuses to string her along, pretending he's as serious as she is. Once, Fox heard him say he "needs to clean the oven," after Dana invited him to her sister's birthday party.
And, unfortunately, Fox is never taken in by the little lies people tell to make and keep relationships. He hopes it will be easier when he's older, but at 17, he sometimes feels like he's the only genuine person he knows.
After he turns in his essay and manages to stay awake through the rest of class, he strides back to his locker. Dana is already there, bending to arrange her textbooks into some kind of order. When he opens his locker, she straightens and turns to face him.
"Hey, Fox," she says, voice friendly. It isn't hard to hear the nervous tension underneath it.
"Hi, Dana," he replies. He's pulling his folders from his backpack, tugging them out three or four at a time.
There's a moment of silence where he knows she's chewing on her lip. "You heard what Paul said today, right?"
Fox snorts and looks at her. Her face is a little pink and her eyes keep darting to him and away again. She holds her mouth in a straight line. He can't help but feel sorry for her.
"Yeah, I heard him."
"Do you think…" the words catch in her mouth, but she soldiers on. "He's not coming over for dinner, is he?"
He tries on a gentle smile, then says, as kindly as he can, "I don't think so."
She straightens her back and turns to lean on the front of her locker. Her entire posture signals determination to him all of a sudden, and he gets an uneasy feeling.
"Okay," she says. "I want proof."
"Proof?"
"Yes. No offense, but I'm not sure if I can totally trust your perspective on the situation. I don't know you that well." She shakes her head and the white light in the hallway glints gold off her glasses. "I want to break up with him. I think I need to. But I want to be sure."
He nods, slowly. "And you are going to do this… how, exactly?"
She faces him fully, arms crossed and gaze direct. "I need your help."
Fox feels his eyes go wide.
He's only spoken to Dana Scully twice since the beginning of the school year. The first time it happened, he'd been rushing to cross country and he was already late. He'd closed his locker and immediately lunged into her. Their books and homework pages had flown across the hallway and they'd worked together to sort everything. He didn't have much time for pleasantries, but when she'd said "I'm Dana," he'd said, "Fox," and "Nice to meet you," before sprinting away.
The second time was only five or six days before now. She'd been humming to herself, rummaging around in a bag of cosmetics. He'd been leaning against the locker on the other side of his, fiddling with an origami crane. He couldn't get the neck to fold correctly. Boyfriend Paul had come up and startled both of them, his huge hand slapping on metal.
"You look like a fish when you make that face," he'd said. "Like some deep sea thing with huge eyes."
She'd whacked him hard with a notebook and then they'd kissed. Their interaction after that had been almost identical to the one Fox saw today. Dana had asked him to come over, Paul had said "Sorry, Dana, I volunteered to babysit my nephew tonight," and then he'd gone away again.
And apparently, that was enough to push Fox over a line he didn't even know he'd been toeing.
"He's not going to come over," he'd said.
Dana had been surprised to hear him talk, at first. Then she'd been angry.
"Excuse me?"
"You have to know he's stringing you along."
"I don't--" she spluttered. "As a matter of fact, it is none of your business." She kept her voice low as she turned away from him, stuffing her backpack in an uncharacteristically haphazard fashion.
"Listen," he pressed. In for a penny, in for a pound. "I just wanna know why. Why are you still with that guy?"
She laughed like she was being forced to. "Oh, I see what this is. You're--"
"I'm not coming onto you." He ran a hand over his clammy forehead. "It's just been bothering me."
She slammed her locker shut and didn't meet his eyes. "Well, now you're bothering me." As she walked away, she looked like she'd like to turn back and say something else, something really biting. She appeared to think better of it and just marched away from him instead. Her orange ponytail swung in lockstep with her stride.
Now she's asking him for help.
"What?" he says, mouth hanging open a little.
She ignores him. "Football practice is tonight. Paul will be in the locker room in about," she checks her watch. "Fifteen minutes."
Fox just gapes at her.
"You're in cross country, right? I looked you up in the yearbook." He nods. "Good. And where are you going now?"
He looks at her with suspicious eyes. "Cross country."
"Perfect." She closes her locker with a bang like a striking gavel. "You'll take me with you."
"You can just go to the track yourself," he says. "You don't need me to take you there."
"No," she clarifies. "I want you to take me to the locker room."
Fox tries to argue, he really tries. He isn't nearly invested enough in this relationship to risk being punished when they get caught. He speaks at length to this point, at a rising volume. Unfortunately, Dana has a strategy of her own. She gives just as good as she gets while they argue, but then, when Fox has had enough and stomps away, she follows him. Realizing she'll just follow him all the way to the locker room, he takes an awkward minute to re-evaluate the situation, Dana standing fuming behind his back.
"You really think you're going to see or hear something about you?" he asks.
"Well, no, of course not. Not naturally, anyway."
He sighs. "You want me to bring it up." She nods. "But I don't even know Paul, I have never spoken to him!"
Dana gives him a hard look. "Fox, if it bothers you so much to listen to him lie, you should be happy to get him to tell the truth."
And she's right, he realizes.
That's how they find themselves in the empty locker room, mere minutes from being discovered, Dana's hands over her face while Fox changes faster than he ever has in his life.
"Okay, get in," he says, once he's crammed his school clothes into his backpack and placed everything on the hook. She's lucky the bottom of his locker in here is much emptier than his regular one.
She folds herself down into the cramped space and gives him a thumbs up. Before he closes it, he says, "You won't be able to say anything after I close this."
"I know." She looks annoyed.
"So do you want to say anything?"
"Yeah." She glares up at him, her eyes the only part of her that isn't in shadow. "Close the damn door, Fox."
He sits on the bench with his homework in his hands as the other athletes trickle in. The pages are just a prop-- he's listening for Paul, who comes in after a few minutes with a group of football players, laughing raucously. They're at a different group of lockers, somewhere behind him. His cross country teammates have already arrived and are making noise and chatting too loudly for Fox to make out what the footballers are saying, so he stands and pretends to stretch.
Then, his heart pounding, he sidles over to his teammate, Collins. "You know Dana Scully?"
Collins looks confused. "Yes? She's in my history class."
He makes himself fidget, like he's nervous to be asking, and says, "Does she have a boyfriend?"
"Why are you asking me? I hardly know her."
"Well, who might know? Could you ask around?"
He heaves a put-upon sigh, but walks over to another of their teammates and speaks to them. From there, it isn't long until one of them darts gleefully over to the football players.
Paul's voice cracks over their heads like a whip, halting all conversation.
"Who the hell is asking?"
And then he's coming around the corner, looking pissed off. His jersey hangs on his shoulders at a weird angle, like he just got it over his head before he came over.
"Mulder? You wanna date my girlfriend?"
Fox is a little afraid, he'll admit it. Some of the blood from his face seems to drain into his feet, pumping in and preparing him to run.
"Oh, uh." He looks around. Everyone is watching them, eyes darting from one to the other. The football players are leaning around the corner, wide grins on their faces. Even the swimmers have come around to see what's happening, padding over barefoot in their swimsuits.
"I was just asking if she was dating anybody. I didn't know she was your girlfriend. I don't even care about her that much." He's aware that this could be the fatal flaw of their entire plan-- that this innocent act depends on Paul being so blithely unobservant that he never noticed Fox listening to their conversations at Dana's locker.
"Well, now you know, idiot. Watch your mouth."
Well, there's that. Still, Fox knows he should to be very careful about what he says next. He's still not really sure how this is going to play out. What if he was wrong about him? He takes a deep breath.
"I will. I'm just curious, though-- how did you land a girl like that?"
Paul's eyes flash dangerously, but he laughs. "Oh man, Mulder. You did not just say that." The rest of the football team is laughing, too.
"No, I'm serious. Dana is great. How did you get her attention?"
Paul sobers and looks right into Mulder's eyes. "Dana is a redhead and boring as hell. I have never met a chick who talks more about her grades. On the other hand, I could date anyone I wanted in this school. Do you know why I'm still with her?"
Fox shakes his head.
"Because she's almost ready, man." At this, the footballers holler and make lewd gestures. Fox interprets them correctly.
"You think she'll have sex with you?"
One of the football players guffaws. "It's been two years! She'd better put out after two years!"
Another one says, "I wouldn't be surprised if she gives it up tonight."
Furrowing his brow, Fox asks, "What's tonight?"
Paul takes a menacing step closer. "What's it to you, dork? Why are you asking these questions? Researching how to make Dana fall in love with you?"
"Is she in love with you?" he asks, and it sounds like a challenge.
Paul's nostrils flare but he turns his head. "What do you think? She's been begging me to meet her family. Trying to take me tux shopping for prom. Of course she's in love with me." As he speaks, he's scanning the room just like Fox had, gauging the reactions from their classmates.
"And tonight," he says, almost grandly like he's making a royal announcement, "I'm gonna tie off the net."
"What does that mean?" he asks, honestly puzzled.
"I'm gonna come over for family dinner and convince her to go all the way." He says it like he thinks Fox is an idiot for needing an explanation.
After that, the locker room is a chorus of hooting and jabbering. Paul turns away from Fox to sneer something to his friends when a whistle suddenly cuts through the noise-- time to hit the field. Before he's tugged away, Paul looks at Mulder again.
"Maybe you can date her when I'm finished, jerk. Hope you like sloppy seconds."
And then he's gone, rushing away to football practice.
When everyone is gone and the locker room is empty again, Fox realizes he's smiling. He feels incredible. It had taken no time at all to get Paul to spill his guts to him, and he was right about everything! Well, Paul was planning to go to Dana's house for dinner tonight, but he really had been stringing her along the rest of the time! And what a confession it was-- not only the incriminating evidence he wanted, but even more besides! This proves Paul was operating with forethought, that he'd planned to use Dana in this way for a long time--
A thump comes from his locker and Fox spins the combination into the lock, feeling triumphant. He flings it open and grins at Dana.
She's still crouched in the same position, but now her face is hidden in her knees. The smile dies on his lips as he takes in the way her shoulders are shaking and the near-silent gasps of air he can hear despite her efforts to muffle them in her jeans.
"Dana?" He lowers himself on the bench on front of her. She doesn't respond.
"What do you think?" he asks, feeling helpless and a little lost. "Is that enough to break it off?"
She makes a wet sound that he realizes is supposed to be a laugh, then she lifts her head to blink up at him.
"Truthfully?"
Her eyes and nose are red and watery and her voice sounds choked and frail like she just woke up. He can't look away.
"Of course I want the truth."
She wipes her eyes with her sleeve. "I think Paul is getting single-er as we speak."
His mouth twitches and hers does too, and then they're laughing together.
He doesn't know why she decided to trust him with this, why she came to him for help even though she'd been angry at him for telling her the truth. In the end, it doesn't matter. When he listens to Dana laugh like this, he can honestly say he has never heard a more genuine sound in his entire life.
#is this cliched? yes#is this so full of tropes and nonsense? yes#do i still like it?#yes i think I do!#x-files#scully#dana scully#mulder#fox mulder#the x-files#xfiles#the xfiles#fluffy february#fluffy-february#eavesdropping#fanfic#fanfiction#high school AU#fluff#and also angst sorry!#this was supposed to be fluffier (and shorter) but oh well#teenaged mulder on a quest for the truth#teenaged scully trying to be normal and have a life but ultimately getting sucked into his worldview#i have some feelings about them that are mostly “i love them” and “i really love them”
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If there's one thing I hate about Genshin CCs, then it HAS to be how many times I have to look for 🚩to ensure I'm not currently watching a weirdo...
I usually don't watch genshin ccs on YouTube, BUT besides theory channels, there is one small exception, and those are the -only series. It's very interesting to see how many different ways you can get to genshin endgame with some small but critical rules like "you're only allowed to use bows" "geo only" etc... it just shows that genshin is a game where Meta only matters if you find fun in one shooting everything that crosses your path and that the game isn't JUST about that!
But that sadly doesn't stop people from being over the top horny and basically making THAT their whole personality.
A good example of this happened to me today (which also prompted me to make this post). While looking for something to watch on yt so I could eat my breakfast and be entertained at the same time, I stumbled across a new guy who I've never seen before, but the challenge idea seemed pretty fun, not wishing until AR 55. The video was over an hour long as well, so I thought to myself, "Neat! A new guy with a fun challenge and already prolly 40% in! Gotta watch the whole thing!" And so I did..... like 10% in.....
The video started out nicely! Crediting the person from whom he was inspired by, when choosing one of the twins (usually first 🚩), he didn't choose Lumine because "waifu Lumine" but Aether instead because of a genuine practical reason, then when we meet Venti for the first time (usually second 🚩) he didn't make one of those extremely boring "Venti femboy/trap/twink/alcoholic" jokes so I thought to myself "WOAH! This guy is genuinely cool, definitely subbing after the videos over!"... then the scene with Kaeya happened! He started to ramble about some "two different Kaeya voices," and I was HELLA confused, and unfortunately, I got my answer.... according to this unnamed genshin cc the two Kaeya voices are:
Normal Kaeya
"Gonna put his dick into Lumines pants" Kaeya
Yeaaaaa, I think yall can imagine how shocked and disgusted I felt after that.
Like first of all, KEEP YOUR PERV THOUGHTS TO YOURSELF AND SOME NSFW CHANNEL ON YOUR OWN DISCORD SERVER. Second of all, NO NEED TO BE THIS GRAPHIC. And third of all, TRUST NONE WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR OWN LUMINE X KAEYA FANTASIES AND MOSTLY NOT IN A VIDEO ABOUT NOT WISHING UNTIL AR 55!!!
Dear Madokami, this was a HUGEEEE rant, anyways I needed to finally rant about this thing, mostly because it has been worrying me for a very long time, and because it has been effecting other communities that cross with genshin a lot like star rail aswell. Thanks for reading this rant if you did.
B-b-bye!
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Jasico Bingo Challenge #18!!
Prompt: College AU
New Rome University was rather boring, in Nico's opinion. When he took up a job at the campus library, the Library of Alexander, he was trying to find something to make class less boring. That was certainly going to happen, just not in the way he expected.
Nico rearranged books all day. The nerdy kid in him who always spent far too much time in the library loved the job. His fear of heights and the giant library ladder did not.
Luckily, the gods-awful ladder couldn't bug him when all he did all day was rearrange books students often checked out--IE not the ones they all had to use the hated ladder for--and write his book recommendation blog.
He occasionally got questions from students who weren't quite as adept at the Dewey decimal system as him, and he'd briefly leave his book cart to help them. So, it was no surprise when his rearranging was halted by a student walking over.
It was, however, a surprise when the person stopping by was the one and only student Nico had a crush on, his lab partner Jason Grace.
Jason smiled at him as Nico looked over. "Hey, Nico. I didn't know you worked here." Jason smiled, the same smile that always managed to make Nico's face red.
"Yeah, I usually work in the morning. There was just an open shift this afternoon and I took it." Nico mumbled, now acutely aware of his messy hair and the clips and claw clip in it.
Jason's voice dragged him back to reality. "Do you know if this library has The Great Gatsby?"
Nico nodded, pulling out his phone to go on the library's website and see if it was checked out or not.
"I know we have it, I read it a few days ago. I'm not sure if it's checked out, though," Nico mumbled. He looked it up and found that it was checked out. "Ah, sorry. Looks like it's checked out."
Nico looked up at Jason, who clicked his tongue and thought about what his next step was. Nico felt bad. Usually, he'd leave people to their own devices by now, but Jason was different for some reason.
"Was it for a book report or something specific to that book?" Nico asked, avoiding eye contact.
"It's just for a book report."
"There's a book I like that's pretty similar. It's also about some rich guy who has a tragic life."
Jason laughed. "What is it?"
"The Picture of Dorian Gray."
Jason let Nico show him where the book was and took it with a smile. "Thanks, man," he said, giving Nico a pat on the back that almost knocked him over. "See you in lab tomorrow."
"See you," Nico mumbled, genuinely considering climbing to the top of the library ladder and jumping off at the thought of having to do a lab tomorrow.
The next day, after practically dragging himself to the laboratory on campus, Nico took his seat next to Jason.
"Hey," Jason greeted, smiling as always.
Nico was slightly less chipper but made an effort to smile for Jason. "Hey, man."
A few seconds of silence passed. Nico tried not to look at Jason. He listened to the lab instructor intently.
After the instructor talked, everyone got to work on the project. Nico, a violent hater of chemistry in all forms, let Jason do his thing and gave occasional help when needed.
"I'm enjoying that book, by the way," Jason said, still maintaining focus on the project while he had his beloved small talk.
"I'm glad," Nico tried to smile back, "it's one of my favorites."
"Is it now?"
Nico tried not to implode at the sound of Jason's voice and just nodded, hiding a blush behind the mop that was his hair when it wasn't tied up. He wrote something down on their lab sheets, mostly just to keep himself busy.
"Maybe you can explain something to me, then," Jason said, a hint of question in his tone, something Nico was embarrassed he noticed.
"Sure, I love that book."
"What's the importance of Syble Vane's character? I'm only on page fifty, but I just don't get her."
Nico chewed his lip before answering, "You have to read more to find out, she gets more important later."
Jason didn't seem satisfied with this response, but he was too enraptured in the project to fully explain his question yet. Nico took the opportunity to look him over, admiring details he hadn't yet noticed, which were few and far between.
"I mean," Jason clarified, "why does she exist?"
Nico thought about that. "Well, for where you are, she's Dorian's first love. She's the one who makes him realize he's not the only important person alive. She breaks him out of his obsession with himself, if only for a second."
Jason laughed lightly. "Write that down, I'm stealing that for my book report."
Nico smiled a real smile. "I could be way off, that's just how I interpreted it."
"Do you read a lot? Or is working at the library just a convenience?" Jason asked.
Nico felt oddly flustered. Jason managed to have that effect. It really felt like the things he asked weren't just small talk, but a true care for people. Nico convinced himself it was all chatter, and swallowed any fluster still left within him.
"I read a lot. I always have," Nico said, shrugging.
"I might have to start getting all my book recommendations from you," Jason smiled.
Nico was flustered, once again.
At the end of class, Nico wished they could talk just a little more. However, he resigned to the cruelty of labs and walked back to his dorm, unable to shake the semi-compliment from Jason that was now infecting all his thoughts. Nico went back to his dorm, worked on his book blog, and fell asleep with Jason's voice swarming in his thoughts.
A few weeks later, Jason came practically running into the library at seven in the morning. Nico had been chatting with Clovis, who worked the book check counter. He looked over at Jason curiously, wondering what book-related drama was so important it needed to take place at such an unreasonable hour of the morning.
"Are you GhostReader?!" Jason practically yelled, making Clovis point at the sign telling everyone to quiet down.
"I-uh-" Nico fumbles. "How on earth did you find that blog?" His cheeks turned red. Suddenly, that horrible ladder didn't look so bad.
Clovis took this as his sign to suddenly have something to do in the other room and stood to meander through the doorway to the back.
"I've used that blog for my book reports since I was a freshman here!" Jason said. "I've been plagiarizing your work since I even knew what a blog was."
Nico laughed, "Well, I'm glad you liked it, I guess?"
"Are you kidding? I love everything you write!"
Nico smiled, and just as quickly as he had entered, Jason left. he said something about having a class to get to, but Nico wasn't paying attention. It was hard to hear him over Nico's heartbeat in his ears.
Clovis walked out from the back room once Jason had left. "So, when's the wedding?"
"Shut up."
For the next week or so, Nico and Jason discussed books regularly. While Nico's mental library was quite a bit larger, they still had some points of conversation.
One morning, months later, Nico sat at the counter beside Clovis, on break. He looked up when Clovis elbowed him, snickering.
Jason walked in, face red, and sat a to-go cup down on the counter before turning and silently leaving. Nico picked it up and examined black Sharpie written on the side of the cup in messy, panicked handwriting.
"A tea for all the help you've given me on my book reports (P.S. I think you're really cute)"
Beneath the writing was a phone number. Nico felt his face grow hot immediately, a small smile overtaking him.
Clovis leaned over Nico's shoulder to read the messy Sharpie. "Nice. How's the tea taste, loverboy?"
Nico took a sip before laughing. "It's so awful."
"At least you got his number."
This is also on AO3:
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#jasicobingochallenge2024#college au#fanfiction#fluff#jasico#oneshot#nerd nico di Angelo#himbo jason grace#🪻fanfics
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today was nice question mark
this morning was not like especially horrible but like pretty bad and then i was going to cancel it but didn’t want to actually ask to cancel it so my mom picked me up at like 12:45 to go and to the animal shelter i volunteer at and for some reason like right before the ride there my mood just like got 100x better and the ride there was so enjoyable like my mom wasn’t talking to me so i just got to listen to music (i’ve had punisher on repeat all day) and look out the window and like it was very nice weather and the ride is like 45 minutes all the way across the city so there was like a decent amount to see and i loveeeee people watching like genuinely like !! and i love seeing like all the graffiti and murals and bumper stickers and animals and every just everything ahhhh and then i went to the shelter and the cats were being so sweet i actually like prompted someone to adopt the specific cat i was socializing and then i had to print stuff so my mom took me to her house and i like never do this bcs my mom doesn’t usually let me but i just like didn’t ask her and i just walked around my neighborhood for like over an hr and i saw a cool punk person who i complimented and i picked up some trash to reuse for collage and i got a monster bcs duh and i had music on blast the whole time and it was so nice like :3 to be fair i was like also nauseatingly anxious the whole time for no real reason but like i mostly ignored that and tbh it was also nice bcs like i by myself made the day better for me instead of doing the opposite which is what i usually do so likee
oh wait photo dump time ok
[i took a bunch of photos of cool graffiti and art and places too but i don’t feel like putting them here so]
ooo kitty from the shelter awww
whatt it’s me getting a monster ?! guys i love monster i love the pink I LOVE THE COLOR PINK !!!!! umm also excuse the boring outfit i’ve been in the same clothes since like thursday evening but bcs i was like going out in public i finally changed but i didn’t have the energy to like actually wear cool clothes sooo but also my closet is like strictly alt stuff anyways i happened to pick out a very convenient outfit though at least bcs tank tops give me like genuinely ridiculous amounts of gender euphoria but also i hate wearing short sleeves bcs it’s very sensory intense to but i also grabbed my hoodie so like i got the tank top ness but also hoodie ness and also i love my hoodie it’s like so old but it has like the best feel to it
butttt i forgot i don’t have more photos with those from before oops wtvr in other news dead end is a really good show watch it and punisher is truly an amazing album that phoebe bridgers definitely took from my non existent diary (obviously) ummmm guys i never know what i’m saying ever i don’t remember what i said i remember thinking like omg this sounds pathetic and also thinking abt how one time on twt i saw someone say that :3 would sound like the mlp smile noise ok iii should shut up now byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
(get it like the owl house hahaha ok)
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Malfunctions
(Kind of written for @samtember2022 prompt: cap's suit but kind of got focused on not Sam. Listen you can't describe how hot Sam is from his own pov)
(Nico is an OC and the narrative lens of a series of mine called The Intern Files who works in the reports division of shield/sword, particularly with Sam and Bucky)
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"Wait, wait, wait," Nico interrupted, waving his hand and pen around to cut through the bickering that had erupted in his half office. "How did you shoot yourself in the foot?"
Bucky glared at him and, though the expression still made him pause, Nico had seen it often enough not to be too threatened. "The gun discharged accidentally."
"It's not the only thing that did," Joaquin snickered, which made Nico's cheeks warm. When Joaquin glanced over and grinned, Nico lost all cognitive abilities.
It was fine because Bucky and Joaquin began sniping at each other again. Nico kind of hated missions that meant the heroes ended up crowded around his desk. He didn't mind working with one at a time, but all three? Absolutely not. Even Hattie had vacated her side of the office and she never turned down the chance to stare at Bucky.
"I just don't understand how Bucky Barnes, of all people, accidentally shoots himself in the foot," Nico insisted.
"I was distracted. Sam's suit suffered a malfunction and he was left vulnerable."
Nico had been reading Bucky's reports and dealing with his spoken testimonies to notice when he referred to Sam as Sam or as Cap. The difference was often how scared he'd been in the moment. Whether he made the decision as a superhero partner or a partner partner.
But Bucky didn't seem scared now. And the way Joaquin--who was almost just as obsessed with Sam as Bucky was--kept snickering made Nico think it hadn't been a serious issue.
"You were fighting...carnival themed bad guys," Nico read from Sam's report.
"Strongmen, a lion tamer sans lion, even a mime," Joaquin added.
"Don't forget the guy in the cannon," Sam said tiredly.
"Yeah, but I caught him the third time he did that." Joaquin turned to grin at Nico. "Let me say, he was not expecting that midair."
Bucky knocked the back of his hand against Joaquin’s chest. "It was an accident. Are you gonna sign off or not?"
Nico had never considered this role to be particularly powerful. When he'd first started working for SHIELD, or SWORD or whatever they were now, he could barely get Barnes to turn in his reports within six months of a mission. Apparently though new procedures had been enacted that required a second party to genuinely read and corroborate multi-hero reports. Basically making sure everyone turned in their reports and they all matched.
Apparently someone had stolen reports to hide some kind of damming or embarrassing story. Wonder who that was, Bucky Barnes.
"There's no way they're going to not want an explanation," Nico sighed. "And you definitely won't get medical time off without getting some proof you didn't do it on purpose."
"I did not shoot myself in the foot on purpose," Bucky growled. "I'm not staying around for this. I turned in your stupid paper work. I'm going to sleep."
"Buck," Sam called, trotting after him. It was amazing how quickly Barnes could move, even with a hole in his foot.
Joaquin took up a perch on the back of the second chair in Nico's office. Nico did his best not to stare.
"Cards on the table?" the Falcon offered with a charmingly mischievous raised eyebrow and grin. "Here's what really happened."
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Joaquin completed another backwards flip in the air--ostensibly to avoid bullets (or whatever was passing for bullets right now. Hard peanuts?) but mostly because it was fun and he was kind of bored.
"Torres, I swear to God, if you don't focus I'm gonna yank you back to the ground myself," Barnes threatened in his ear. Joaquin liked being in the air. He didn't have to listen to Barnes very often. Sam usually gave him a pass.
"He's right, kid," Sam answered, ruining hope. "We gotta be on our toes here."
That was easier said for the guys doing hand-to-hand. All the action was down there. For a carnival themed group of bad guys, there was a noticeable lack of trapeze artists to give Joaquin something to work with in the air. He'd offered to keep his eyes peeled for a lion or elephants, but there were none to be found. He'd taken care of the guy shooting himself out of a cannon to move around a while ago and nothing else had taken to the skies.
"Falcon!" Sam called and Joaquin tucked the wings to plummet down to the ground, opening them at the last possible moment so he landed instead of crashing.
"What's up, Cap?" he asked but couldn't wait for an answer because he was suddenly caught up in a scuffle with a clown. "Man, I hope that's just runny face paint and not blood," he said with a scrunch of his nose. He tried to land punches away from the red stains dripping against the white paint of the clown's face.
He thought the fight was going fairly well. The clown was remarkably resilient and he was obviously trained. Fast and creative in his attacks. Joaquin wondered if that was part of clown school. And what was the order of this group? Clowns who became bad guys or bad guys who decided on this shtick?
"Hey, did you guys--" The words were knocked out of him when the clown suddenly smashed the heel of hand against the base of Joaquin's sternum once, twice, three times.
"Ow, ow, ow," Joaquin managed to gasp out before all the air in his lungs vacated and didn't come back. He stumbled back until his knees went out and he hit the ground harder than he was expecting. He could feel himself gasping for air, felt the dry hay on the ground fluttering around his mouth but never quite doing anything more.
He tried to call for Sam but his tongue was being about as responsive as his lungs. He could practically feel Sam's name in his mouth but he just couldn't make it real. He made a mental note that, if he survived this, he was definitely figuring out some way to send a distress signal through touch with the comms.
And then familiar boots touched down in front of him, pivoted from the fight to check in on Joaquin and then turned back before Joaquin could even look up at him. He knew better than to grab for Sam's ankle, no matter how much he wanted to. Instead, he let the hands on his shoulders turn him over and found himself staring at Barnes' face instead. Not exactly the last image he wanted before he died, really.
"How's he looking?" Sam called, dodging punches and bullying the clown away from Joaquin and Bucky.
"I think it's just a pressue point. Nothing broken or damaged. Keep us clear," Barnes answered. He did something that was like a compression, though he was at the wrong angle for it. The muscles around Joaquin's ribs tensed, his heart stressed, and then air rushed back into his lungs. He gasped in air, choked on it, and then took in another rasping breath.
Barnes was still hovering over him, blue eyes steady and calculating. "How do you feel?" he asked. He was still doing weird half compressions and, for a second, Joaquin was scared he wasn't going to be able to breathe if he stopped.
"Wishing the trained medic was the one doing this," Joaquin coughed out. He struggled to sit up and even let Barnes help. Hopefully neither of them would think to hold it over the other's head later. "Am I gonna keep breathing?"
"For just this once, I hope so," Barnes said. He stood and then hauled Joaquin to his feet. The ground swayed under them, or maybe Joaquin's head swayed, and Barnes kept that same steady gaze on him. Apparently he passed muster, though, because it only took a few extra seconds and few landed blows from the fight next to them to convince Barnes to disengage with a rough pat on the shoulder.
Joaquin would have given himself another few seconds to breathe, but the lion-tamer-ring-leader launched himself at Joaquin and he had to jump right back into the fight. This guy was stronger than the clown had been, using brute force and his size to his advantage. But Joaquin had an advantage too and the third time the man threw himself at Joaquin, he let the wings carry him into the sky and landed a round house kick to the man's head from the new vantage point. The lion tamer sprawled on the ground, twitched a few times, and then went lax.
"Hey, nice move," Sam complimented.
Joaquin looked around for him, found him and Barnes fighting towards each other, driving the remaining circus crew towards each other. Joaquin readied a net. He could release it now and leave one or two hostiles free, or he could wait and get them all at once. He weighed the odds of anyone breaking rank and making a run for it before Sam and Barnes could corral the last few clowns and barkers together.
Barnes was fighting a strongman and had apparently lost patience because he was only pulling his punches a little bit. Even so, the man's broad body seemed to be absorbing the blows for the most part. Sam was still fighting off the clown that had taken Joaquin down--shit, Barnes really wasn't going to let him live that down--and a mime with fire. That seemed out of character, Joaquin thought.
Barnes turned--really, the strongman spun him around--and the clown suddenly lunged for Sam. Joaquin could see it play out in slow motion. Barnes, turned away, the way the blows would land against Sam's chest, the way he'd be completely vulnerable as his body seized without air, Joaquin too far away to stop it.
"Bucky!" Joaquin cried as he dove towards Sam and the clown. Even with diving in, Joaquin got there well after the three strikes landed on Sam's chest. Bucky hadn't been able to fight himself free either, until Joaquin was on the ground and Sam was clutching at his chest.
A burst of violence exploded from Bucky's fight and the strongman collapsed before Joaquin could take a step towards Sam. But that step faltered. Even the clown had stopped fighting and the mime's flame thrower was hanging limply from her hand.
Because there was Sam, his hand flat over his chest, staring wide eyed at, first, Joaquin and then Bucky, where he was fighting his way towards Sam with blind fear and rage. He must've been blind, Joaquin thought. Because Sam was fine. Breathing evenly, which Joaquin could see because his Cap suit had retracted into his wing pack, the way the something-scientific-and-secretive-technology was supposed to if he pressed the star just right. It was good for access to injuries if Sam couldn't undress himself. Or, on a few occasions, emergency showers.
"Uh... you look good, Cap," Joaquin offered weakly, trying to smile encouragingly. Sam glared at him, though it was difficult to take him very seriously when he looked like a centerfold. Seriously, who really glistened with sweat like that? It seemed as sprayed on as his briefs did.
The fight had still not resumed. Joaquin glanced around as much as he could without making a sudden moment and breaking the scene. Everyone was staring a little slack-jawed. Mostly in that way you did at the gym, where you were trying to make it seem like you weren't looking but you definitely weren't focused on your workout either. Joaquin should be glad. The current workout was destruction, so it was nice that they were taking a break. Even if it was to stare at Sam's chest.
A gun shot rang out and Sam and Joaquin looked over in time to see Barnes, who had made it to the front of the group, shift his expression from wide eyed adoration to something like incandescent rage and pain.
"Did you just shoot yourself in the foot?" a different mime asked. Also out of character. These mimes sucked. Joaquin was figuring they were bad guys with a shtick, not an evil carnival crew. He ignored the embarrassing dance Bucky was definitely not doing in favor of releasing the net across the group of carnival cosplayers. He shoved the last clown standing into the snare as well. Maybe a little roughly.
"Show's over, folks," he said, securing the net and radioing in for clean up. Even so, he snuck another glance at Sam and his broad chest and flexing arms as he tried to re-release the suit. It was a show alright.
Barnes had recovered enough to limp towards Sam and hit the button or whatever on his wing pack to release the suit again. Kind of sad, Joaquin thought. He was sure most of the audience thought. But Sam and Barnes both seemed to be fuming enough that he didn't bother to say it out loud.
What he said instead was, "Well, what do we want to say on our reports this time?"
Genuinely, Joaquin thought if there wasn't a hole in Bucky's foot, he might've attacked him. If looks could kill and all that. But then Sam laughed, loud and gasping. He clutched at Bucky's arm as he pitched to the side. Barnes' attention went to him, turning from anger to concern just like that.
"I cannot believe that happened," Sam gasped, bending at the waist to hold himself up on his knees. "Do not ever tell Bishop and Belova about this." And then a new wave of laughter took over and Joaquin found himself grinning at the other man too. He even jostled Barnes' arm to make him snort.
"I need to get to a medic," Barnes said in some attempt to stay cool. But the words only served to send Sam and Joaquin into new hysterics.
"You shot yourself 'cause you were staring at me!" Sam wheezed. "I know I look good, but baby, come on. You malfunctioned!"
"I'm injured," Barnes insisted. And Joaquin knew he only said it to keep Sam laughing. He could tell by the pleased little grin that came to his mouth when Sam did fall into a new fit.
They'd barely stopped laughing by the time other teams started showing up. But it just took a sideways glance on the jet to set everyone off again.
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Nico rubbed at the bridge of his nose and then his temples. He had never gotten headaches before working here. Joaquin was still looking at him with big brown eyes that he still wasn't used to seeing in person. "I guess the reports are technically close enough to that for me to let it slide."
Joaquin grinned and hopped off the chair. "Thanks. You know how Barnes is with words. Thinks they're still rationed."
"You three are going to be the reason for every dumb rule there is with these forms," Nico sighed.
"Hey, when I'm on my own, I'm great at these things."
"Yeah, you're a natural story teller," Nico agreed drily.
"It's easy when it comes to the greatest show on Earth," Joaquin said and his grin got even wider.
"Are you taking about the circus or Sam's chest?"
"His chest is pretty nice," Joaquin agreed. "But the real fun starts here, right?" he asked with a wink. He ambled backwards towards the door, rapping two knuckles on Nico's desk as he went. "See you next time, Nico. I'll bring a better story."
"Yeah, see you." Nico did not swoon until Joaquin was definitely out of the hallway.
#sambucky#Sam wilson#Bucky Barnes#Joaquin Torres#captain america#winter soldier#the Falcon#writing#samtember 2022
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This blog is AWESOME!🥰 Thanks for making it and I'm looking forward to the vestweek!!🧡💙
Now, I'd like to ask the Mods: How long have you been shipping Rexmet for? And what made you start shipping them...? 👀✨️
You're super welcome, and I'm really glad you like this blog! Creating it was special to me, and I still cherish it!! :'D
I'm looking forward to vestweek too, I love seeing what people create 👀 I'm really hype to see people's interpretations of the prompts!! (I've already got a few of mine started, myself! Less pressure if I get it done before it even starts X'D)
As for how and why we ship them... I'll put our answers under a cut because we all have brainrot 🤣 - Mod Wendy's Frosty
I actually shipped them right away when I saw the movie for the first time in July 2019. From the moment they met one another in the movie, when Emmet saw Rex and went WOAH, my first thought was "Oh, Emmet's gay awakening." The 'same person' plot twist actually genuinely took me by surprise. 🤣 I tried to make myself stop shipping them after that by making non-ship content... And I failed miserably. (I'm glad I did though now X3c)
I've always really loved selfcest/selfpair ships, there's always so much potential for so much warmth and softness and growth! I was worried about what the fandom would think of me if they knew I shipped them, but over time I've started to care less and less. They're adorable and I'm tired of being quiet about it. /lh - Mod Wendy's Frosty
I knew about TLM some years ago, and meanwhile I don't remember how, I think that I searched for some Emmet art and Remmet art came up. I saw Rex and said 'hey i know this guy', looked for content about them on Tumblr, genuinely thought that I have seen the second movie and that Rex was like, Emmet's boyfriend or something.
Which is true but also no, truth at heart at least 😔🤘 - Mod Banana
Well when I first joined the fandom I actually hated Remmet, but after realizing what their dynamic was actually like, I started shipping them. I've been shipping them for about two and half years, and I still only really ship it within the context of Rexmetstyle (I just can't see them NOT being with Lucy too, they love her too much). I just love the trust and the healing of it all. Rex and Emmet both clearly need to learn to love themselves, so why not in the most literal sense? They call each other dude and they mean it romantically. They have the worst pet names for each other (see: waffle iron). They go on adventures together. They'd be so fun as co-dads. I just....I love them
Also
I think it'd be funny if that's how Emmet finds out he likes men - Mod Ender
i am always neutral of all ships, but i mostly saw them as brothers when i first joined the lego movie fandom,, but ever since i met mod wendy's frosty, i joined the ship train,, so i have been shipping them for like, a year now (just not at the same time as the brother hc) - Mod Marshmallow
#he is speaking the language of mods#and the crowd goes wild#late night remmet posting#it is i the man
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ma'am, I only watched the YouTube scenes of 'Rialto' because my attention span is terrible, but that scene with the baby is just utterly adorable I... listen I have reservations but he truly loved that child and my maternal instincts acted up.
(if TGC will ever play again the role of the father - if they make Aegon actively present in his children's lives - you'll have to hold me back)
also my bestie, I don't think that you lead up the boy at work in any way and in all truth, unless you are interested, I wouldn't confront it, mostly because these things tend to get away with time. maybe just if he confronts you make your intentions clear from the start (I say this as if I am a relationship guru, I am not, so pls if anybody has better ideas, but no worries, I don't think that it was onto you!)
(also I get you about not imagining about others crushing onto you! this guys I went out on two dates didn't talk to me unless prompted and I was sure he disliked me but he wanted always to go out when we texted, like... dude... I thought you hated me)
watching edits/scenes of TGC has become a bedtime routine for me… like a lullaby HAHAHA
MA’AM SAME!!! ugh I’d give this man as many children as he wants !!! let’s repopulate the Earth together Sir!!
if he ever plays a father figure or if I get a one fucking scene with Jahaera that’s game over for me bitches… I’m telling you know if you don’t hear from me… just assume I’ve died because I probably have.
yeah no I NEVER usually say anything unless they confront me directly about their feelings (this has happened before 🤭) and it just sucks because they’ll ghost me after cause I’ve “wounded” them… like cmon man.
I just hate assuming people crush on me, cause I find it egotistical (OF MYSELF I’m not saying this is everyone, it’s just how I feel) & tbh I find it very hard to believe people genuinely like me in that way LMAO.
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Moving right along with the same fandom prompt, onto the very pretty and loved by the admin, Ikemen Revolution! Also, just a reminder that while I am working at getting back into the swing of things, the ask box is open and I fully welcome any opinions you guy have on things I post or fandoms I'm a part of, requests you have, or just comments and chatter with all you lovely readers!
Send me a fandom and I will name a character:
Who I will protect at all costs: Kyle. I surprised myself with this answer a little, thinking right away it was going to be Luka but seriously considering it led me to this answer pretty solidly. Honestly, Kyle is genuinely one of the nicest, most generous, and good-hearted characters in this whole game and I would protect him at all costs.
Who deserves better: Harr. He really got the bad end of the stick, in a lot of ways and for very little reasons. I get it plot wise but my heart broke for him a little every time I saw him on my screen.
Who was killed off too early: Honestly, any and all deaths were pretty plot-centric and needed for backstories and the plot and motivations for each character to really come together so I really can’t think of any senseless deaths for IkeRev or ones that I feel personally shouldn’t have happened.
Who I used to hate but now I love: Edgar. I’ll go further into this further down in the responses, but it’s Edgar and I am pretty sure most people who have played the game can guess why.
Who I used to love but now I hate: Okay, I am going to get some comments here maybe, and please keep in mind that this is just my personal opinion. I don’t even hate him; he’s perfectly okay. But Ray’s was the route I did right away, the character who fascinated me the most and who I initially found the most attractive…and his route is my least favourite one, by a very wide margin.
Who needs to be killed off asap: Nobody. Just make everyone happy and healthy and in good places in their lives, lock people up in jail who need to be, and don’t kill anybody. Please! My heart loves most of these people and character deaths would hit me hard.
Who is unfairly hated: I think the player character can get a lot of flack from some people. While she’s not my favourite otome game protagonist, she’s definitely not the worst and I genuinely think the writers did the best job they could, having to use her as mostly a pilot for the story to get told.
Who is unfairly loved: As with all the other answers to this question for all fandoms, I will say nobody. Everybody has their different tastes and I think it’s fair to love whichever characters catch your fancy!
Who needs to sort out their priorities: Amon. I really almost wish there’d been a route for him as well because I do feel like I personally would have loved to have dug more into what made him the way he is, what his motivations and desires were and why.
Who needs a hug: Zero. Zero needs a lot of hugs, a veritable lifetime of hugs.
Who needs to get out of their current relationship: I feel like Dalim. I haven’t played his route through yet, but just from the spoilers I’ve read and such, I really do wonder what his life would be like or what it would have become had he become acquainted with the Magic Tower.
Who the writers love: I really feel like Ray is really treated as something special, and I’m not knocking anyone who has him as their favourite among the IkeRev men because different strokes for different folks, but I honestly found his route a little boring and his character got stale for me.
Who needs a better storyline: Well, let’s state the obvious here. It’s Blanc. I WANT A BLANC ROUTE SO BAD!!!
Who has an amazing redemption arc: Oh fuck, did Edgar’s route have my emotions on a roller coaster. I really hadn’t been interested at all in playing his route and did it just to get it out of the way, but it truly is one of my all time favourite routes of any otome game.
Who is hot as fuck: It’s honestly a tie between Harr and Sirius for me. I truly love both Kyle and Luka too, but they’re more cute than hot and I am okay with that.
Who belongs in jail: I mean, quite obviously, it’s Amon. I don’t think there’s too many disagreements as to that fact.
Who needs to be revived from the dead: Giving an unexpected answer here…Lancelot’s father. And it’s not so much that I want him revived but that I wish he had never died. The plot of the story would never have happened and I make no argument that Lancelot is not fantastic in the role, but think of how much happier so many of the characters would have been in that case, particularly Lancelot.
#fandom prompt#ikemen revolution#ikerev#lancelot kingsley#amon jabberwock#kyle ash#luka clemence#harr silver#sirius oswald#edgar bright#blanc lapin#ray blackwell#zero#zero ikerev#dalim tweedle
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5, 7 and 20 with Cater please ♪( ´θ｀)ノ love to you and your work! <3
Cater relationship headcanons!
Prompt list!
warnings: this is mostly an info-dump of Cater and it includes some angst abt his emotions but not going to deep about his past But it Has a happy ending ig!
hope you like it!
5. What does he find attractive (personality wise)?
Cater kinda is more attracted to people who ask for his opinion in a genuine way. He usually tends to hide his real thoughts and just go along with anything someone says, so when someone really values his opinion.
7. What gets him flustered? 20. How do you make him fall for you?
Mixing them so it's easier to explain. SO Cater is a very complicated character, actually he's one of the hardest to get in a relationship with (if anyone wants to know more about the group of boys like this then tell me I'll gladly explain ^^) So making him flustered or EVEN start developing a genuine crush on you it's insanely hard, and easy at the same time.
He's a very contradictory character, he can be flustered by what i mentioned before too, OR maybe you notice when he's feeling really bad and is trying to hide it and… GIVE HIM PRIVACY! it's insane how much this man appreciates privacy, he'll really get shy afterwards but this is the way to start!
Something you need if you want to pursue Cater is PATIENCE, he hates the idea of falling in love and prefers more casual dating that lasts like 2 months at best.
He's a HUGE push-and-pull kind of person, sometimes won't leave your side, but then he'll feel weird because he doesn't understand his feelings and try to avoid you.
Respecting his boundaries, his opinions, and even considering very important and acknowledging them is a very important step!
The next is making him know you're not leaving, which is… the longest part actually. Inside all of that flirty and playful attitude there's a very VERY insecure guy, even if he KNOWS you like him and HE'S aware he likes you, Cater won't do anything since… It's not a simple crush anymore.
It's insanely hard for him to actually get attached to someone and I mean it, he avoids commitment like the plague. Honestly he might have even tried to date you thinking his feelings will fade away but when they don't, he has no idea how to react.
Patience, patience, patience. It's a slow process but it's worth it. After getting past all that everything goes fast and he really is quick to confess, after all that hard work just for him, he'll never ever let you go.
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#twst headcanons#cater diamond#cater diamond x reader#❥questions list!
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L 1,4,5,6,8,9,23,26,30
Sorry if it's too many lol
😅 no, but it's probs a good thing I also love L
L + LOVE: I'm not sure if he really loves anybody, nor feels genuinely loved by anybody else? The closest person in his life has got to be Watari, and that relationship seems quite business-like and transactional by nature much of the time. I think L pours himself into his work and feels mostly contented by that, but maybe that's also just somewhat because that is the only way he's ever lived or ever was encouraged to live growing up as well. I think he wouldn't see this in a particularly sorrowful or self-pitying way if he ever reflected on it and talked about it with others, though. He is a pretty pragmatic and proud and unsentimental guy, and I think for the most part he is genuinely content on his own being a hermit detective who solves interesting crimes.
L + FEARS: I think he would probably fear losing some of his intellectual prowess and his analytical mind, because he relies on that extremely heavily for a sense of power and dominance and reassurance and control. He lives firmly inside his own head 99% of the time and tries very hard to slot everything subjective into an objective context where he can determine exact truths. So I think if he were to have something happen to his brain – like getting sick or drugged or concussed or something that truly made him unable to trust or control his own senses and memories – that would be a pretty frightening experience for him.
L + CRYING: He probably can't remember the last time he's cried, or if he ever even has. But I think if he did cry then he would probably hate to cry in front of others, and would try to do it privately instead of in front of anybody else.
L + LAUGHTER: He never laughs out loud once in the manga, and I think he's an extremely dry-humoured person who normally wears a poker face whenever he is joking or being amused. I headcanon Light as being one of the only people who could ever actually make L laugh out loud (though probably not when he's actually attempting to crack a joke)
L + DREAMS: He would be the kind of person who normally finds other people's dreams extremely boring and pointless to listen to, and probably wouldn't hesitate to make that known
L + MUSIC: I think he likes going to live music events sometimes when he is not on the clock, which we actually did see shown by O&O in an extra one-shot about him
L + ROMANCE: He probably would not like conventional romantic gestures very much, and either try to bypass them altogether or be questioning why people do things the way they do them in the first place before actually partaking himself
L + BEAUTY: I think he is somebody who would both admire a good aesthetic sense in somebody else while also sort of resenting them for it and trying not to admit or appear like he admires or values it, because it's not something he would be able to effortlessly trounce them in if they were thrown into a competition over it of some kind
L + SEX: He probably had zero sex ed growing up, and had to teach himself everything he knows on the subject as an adult either by reading or by secretly watching stuff
[headcanon prompts]
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50 marcus and jason
first of all i am very sorry this strayed so far from the prompt so fast but it happened but it's still briefly mentioned so it counts. kind of. It Still Counts. second of all i hate these two so much theyre so weird. third of all. i made them that way
1.2k words so. not very long. mostly dialogue <3 and the two of them being idiots in drastically different ways.
“Wait, wait, okay, just-. Explain it again. One more time.” Marcus tilts his head, still looking just as puzzled as he did every other time Jason explained his thought process. This guy’s a goddamn mystery.
“What’s not to get? Guy looked at me funny, I dealt with it.” Jason replies with a shrug, as if that was something that people just did. From his perspective, he saw absolutely nothing wrong with what he did. He was defending himself. The cuts and bruises dotted all over his body show that he could have maybe done a better job, or at least found a less sturdy opponent. Jason was usually good at fighting, avoiding a great deal of serious injuries with ease - but not this time, this time was different. His guard was down.
“Yeah, like a damn maniac. You could’ve just, oh I don’t know, ignored him. Like a normal person.” Marcus scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. For a moment, he considers just walking away, leaving Jason to clean himself up for a change. The thought quickly passes, and he goes back to wiping the blood from Jason’s nose. They both know that, if Marcus wasn’t there, he’d most definitely be deader than dead by now, and so would many others. Leaving him to his own devices would be a death sentence to everyone around him.
Jason laughs - a loud, genuine laugh, something he’d rarely done before, if ever. It was hard to make him laugh, but when he did, it was always worth it each and every time, to Marcus, at least. The way he snorts sometimes when he laughs, the huge grin, just little things that make him feel more human, rather than some harsh force of nature. But that small glimpse of humanity is almost immediately overshadowed by his stupidity and impulsiveness.
“What, you never got in a fight with someone ‘cause of that before?” He sounds like he’s in utter disbelief. It was either a very bad lie, or a very good joke. When Marcus’ expression doesn’t change, when he doesn’t even laugh, the smile quickly drops from Jason’s face. “Oh, you were bein’ serious. Huh.”
What? Of course I was being serious. Why’d he think I wasn’t? The hell kind of world has he been living in this whole time?
He stops cleaning Jason’s wounds, and leans back, blinking slowly at him in confusion. Silence. He’s at a complete loss for words. “Y-... Yes…? Most people have a little something called self-control.” Stress kicks in, and he pushes himself off the bed so he can go and pace around the room. Whether it was to calm him down, or whether it was so he wouldn’t turn the room into a crime scene, he wasn’t sure.
“Sounds fuckin’ boring as shit if you ask me.” Jason simply shrugs again, and stretches his arms out before resting them behind his head, each cracking uncomfortably loud as he moves them.
“Yeah, well, it’s nice to not nearly get yourself killed every day.” He stares daggers at Jason, who doesn’t seem to mind - he’s just laying there, smug as ever. His hair is a mess, his clothes are a mess, his shirt is barely holding together, the tears leaving the large bullet scar on his stomach on full show. Something Marcus had never really paid attention to until now. His eyes settle on it, if only for a brief moment. “Is that from one of your infamous fights?” He gestures towards the scar, unsure as to why that one in particular stands out to him so much.
“Oh, that bad boy?” Jason lets out a small laugh, sounding as if he’s about to reminisce on a very funny story about a dangerous childhood escapade. This filled Marcus with a little bit of hope, it was just going to be a silly tale, nothing more. Oh, how wrong he was. “It’s pretty funny, actually. Got shot.”
“Hah, yeah shot by what?
“A goddamn potato launcher. What do you think?”
Marcus stops in his tracks as a look of concern washes over him. No, no. That can’t be right. A shot like that would kill you, surely. Or cause some very severe damage.
“Wh-. The hell kinda fight did you start for you to get shot?”
“Stupid, petty little relationship drama. Over…” He trails off, trying to think of how to explain everything while simultaneously explaining nothing at all. The less Marcus knows, the better. “Some shit or whatever. I don’t know. Next thing I know, fucker’s got a gun. Then he just” -
he forms a gun with his hand and aims it at his stomach, pretending to shoot himself - “Boom. Y’know. Weird bastard.” He’s very clearly trying to make light of the whole situation, but it’s not working very well.
Before Marcus can say anything accusatory towards him, he quickly goes on the defensive, “Wasn’t my fault, though. The argument. He started it. I mean, yeah, I was an annoying little fucker, didn’t mean he had to go an’ just… Unleash hell like that, y’know.” Another long, thoughtful pause. “Haven’t seen him since.” His words are filled with hatred, anger, disappointment, emotions that quickly faded as soon as he finished speaking, like he’d come to accept what had happened to him.
What’s Marcus supposed to do now? Try and comfort him, somehow, after making him reopen an old wound - metaphorically, of course. “That’s. Uh. Incredibly shitty. Sorry for, y’know… Asking.” Nice job on the consolation. You know just what to say to make everyone feel better. Dick.
“Aah, don’t worry about it, asshole’s gonna get what’s coming to him, trust me. We’re makin’ sure of it.”
“We? What do you mean we?” The cogs start whirring in Marcus’ head as he tries to figure out what he meant. We. We? Why do I have a stake in this now? Who’s th-.
Oh.
Shit.
His mouth drops open. “You mean-. Like. He. You-. And then. Me. But you-. He?”
Jason nods as Marcus struggles to speak, struggles to deal with this new piece of information that’s just hit him like a freight train. He can barely form a sentence, instead just making various sounds and gestures with his hands. It’s definitely getting his point across, though.
“Kinda thought you would’ve known, to be honest.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t think to ask my boyfriend how many people he tries to kill every week.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t ask me, then.”
Very reassuring. Just what Marcus wanted to hear at that moment in time. He was already having a hard time coping with Jason getting into fights, and now he has to somehow take Jason’s and his ex’s attempted body count into consideration? To say that made him extremely nervous was an understatement.
Jason laughs at a very inappropriate time, his words doing nothing but make the situation worse, “At least I have the balls to actually go through with it.”
Marcus’ eyes widen, his expression being somewhere between ‘why would you say that’ and ‘my god I’m trapped on a road trip with a killer. With the killer. And I need to go home right now immediately. But I’m stuck here and I can’t drive. Shit. This is how I die. SHIT’.
“Kidding, kidding. Don’t even worry about it.”
Marcus was going to keep worrying about it. And Jason wasn’t kidding. Not in the slightest.
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