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[14dayswithyou]

💖 EVEN MORE DAY 4 SNEAK PEEKS! 💖

[tangentrina]

Wanted to doodle a Mizutsune Hong Lu... Boy put some clothes on!

[bvidzsoo]

OH MY GOODNESS 3.5k THATS SO AWESOME YOU SHOULD BE PROUD 🫶🫶 can i ask for prompts 3 and 9 with pirate au wooyo 😁 but also possibly mix it with royal au …. maybe ….

Neverland's treasure

Pairing: pirate!Jung Wooyoung x princess!female reader

५ TW: mentions of: violence, murder, human trafficking, slavery, death, and weapons (not graphic) ५ Word count: 6k ५ Genre: fluffy, slightly angsty; pirate and royal au; rivals alluding to more; inspired by 'Pirated of the Caribbean' if you squint hehe; @cromernet ५ Rating: pg-13 ५ Prompt(s): 3: Aw, you're blushing like a rose. / 9: You're staring again.

A/N: Aaack, anonie!! I literally kicked my feet so hard when I saw your request! This was so much fun to write, I really loved your request lol. The premise with those prompts was just too good...I hope you'll like this, I certainly did write both worlds into this (royal x pirate? hell yeah, anonie!) I hope you'll like this ^^ You can find the prompts here, request are open until the 8th! This drabble also made me reminiscent of my pirate/prince!woo oneshot called Heavy is the head that wears the crown. Let me know what you think of this drabble, enjoy! ^^ divider

Some believed that if you wanted to be a pirate, you just had to be born as one. Your Captain, however, believed that if one was determined enough, one could become a pirate without issues. Sure, you’d have to let go of previous inhibitions and beliefs, but when you grew up in a corrupted kingdom, it wasn’t hard to turn a blind eye to crime. You knew that sounded awful, but when life gave you no choice, you had to adapt whether you liked it or not. And somehow you realised you liked it like this. Being a pirate was a lot more fun than being a princess, forced to rot away in your castle while your evil stepmother plotted to conquer your kingdom, forcing you to marry a man you had never met, who could be twice your age or barely born. The thought made you shudder even now, it made you grateful that you ran away when you had. It wasn’t easy to navigate the big world on your own for the first three months. You couldn’t stay in your kingdom where everyone recognised your face, and you also couldn’t sail to one that was affiliated with yours. And that left you with few options, too few ones.

But Aurora was a faraway land, the land of no man, the land of the wicked, the land of those who never sleep. And whoever has said that was right. Every sound made you jump at first when you had just freshly arrived, and the lock on the room you were renting at the Inn didn’t make you feel safe even in the least. It was terrible, you thought about giving up and going back to your kingdom, but then you remembered your harpy of a stepmother and your deceased father who’s been an angel his whole life, who has raised a warrior and not a princess. So, gulping down your fear, you braved through the streets of Aurora and tried to make yourself less visible when it wasn’t necessary, tried to act like you hadn’t been brought up between silk sheets and maidens that catered to your every wish. You were afraid that the outlaws could smell your royal blood, but when you ran into them at the seamstress you were working along with, they didn’t bat an eyelash in your direction, too busy barking out orders to the poor woman who seemed to quiver under their gazes.

And in that boutique is how you found yourself running into the nefarious Barbarossa, a rip off of the one and only fearsome pirate that has long since perished. You laughed when the man introduced himself, then snorted when he glared at you with his sharp eyes. It was hilarious. He looked too young to be the Captain of a ship, and he certainly did not look like he’d been born to be a pirate. He reminded you of yourself back then—when you hadn’t yet known his princess-like character—sharp gaze trying to mask his fear, his rigid back nothing but a façade of a boy trying to navigate the big scary world.

“Well, will you sow the costume for me?” The pirate with his raspy voice asked, sighing like he was already tired of you. You grinned before you looked around, making sure the madam wasn’t there as you leaned over the counter, motioning for the Captain to come closer. He quirked an eyebrow and smirked, handsome, but you weren’t here to flirt.

“Let’s make a deal, Barbarossa.” You said low, your expression turning serious, “I saw the costume for you, and in exchange, you make me part of your crew.”

The pirate frowned, tilting his head, “Now why would I do that? A woman is of no use on my ship to me—unless you want to be my whore?”

Your jaw clenched as you glared at the Captain, but you weren’t giving up just yet. You wanted out of Aurora, and most importantly, you wanted revenge on your stepmother. The kingdom was rightfully yours, and if this pirate helped you conquer it, you’d pay him back heftily.

“A woman is of much use, but it seems like men haven’t realised that yet,” You chuckled, reaching out to grab his necklace, twirling the black pearl between your fingers, “Let me tell you a secret, Captain Barbarossa. If you help me out, half of Wonderland’s treasure will be yours. We can shake on it right now; I hate people who don’t keep their promises.”

The man’s eyebrows furrowed, his expression shifting from disinterest and amusement to curiosity, “And how could you give me Wonderland’s treasure, you pure maiden who works in a seamstress boutique?”

“Did you hear that Wonderland’s one and only princess disappeared?” Your lips slowly pulled into a smirk as you stared the pirate down, his expression now morphing into that of confusion.

“I have, but what does it have to—” The Captain gasped as his eyes rounded, watching you more attentively now. You chuckled as you placed your chin in your palms, humming.

“Say, handsome, want to help me take down my evil stepmother?” You bated your eyelashes at the bewildered Captain, whose eyes now sparked with excitement as if he had gotten his hands on a forbidden and long-lost treasure. You chuckled when he leaned in so close that your noses almost touched, his wicked smirk matching yours.

“Oh my, Princess Song, did you know we are last-name relatives?” You tilted your head as the man giggled to himself, his demeanour had completely shifted from the wannabe intimidating pirate into someone…younger and boyish, “Wonderland hasn’t wronged just you, princess, it has ruined my life, too. I say we have a deal.”

“Good.” You grinned, extending your hand to shake on it with the Captain, but he stepped back and spit in his palm, extending it towards you. You grimaced, but realising it was a pirate way to seal a promise, with a sigh, you spit in your hand too.

“Ah!” The man pulled his hand slightly back as your fingers touched, “I get half of Wonderland’s treasure and a handsome young lad…or maiden, I suppose.”

You chuckled, giving the man an amused look, “You can take whomever you’d like as long as you respect them.”

“A pirate respects only one person,” Your spit-laden palms finally touched as you shook on your deal, “The Captain.”

You snorted, walking around the counter and wiping your hand in your dress, “A bit self-centred, aren’t you?”

You didn’t flinch when the much taller pirate slung his arm around your shoulders, leaning his heavy body into your side, “A self-accomplished man always loves himself first and foremost, you should try loving me, too. Perhaps I won’t have to find someone in Wonderland—”

“Not happening,” You scoffed, walking towards the exit with the pirate you knew nothing about. This could’ve been your biggest mistake or your biggest accomplishment. And you’d find out very soon.

“Fine,” The pirate scoffed and glared at you for a second, then he opened the door for you as he called out loudly, “Sorry Madam Füller, I’ll be stealing your lovely princess for now.”

“Shut up!” You hissed, elbowing the Captain in the ribs, “Nobody here knows I’m a princess.”

“No?” The man frowned, his plush lips pouty, “But everyone knows I am a prince, though.”

You froze mid-step, your eyebrows furrowing as the pirate was halted to a stop, his expression questioning. You stared up at him as the clogs started turning in your head, and your mouth dropped open when you realised who this man was, “You’re Song Mingi?!”

The pirate just giggled without giving you an answer, pulling you along, down the dirty cobbled paths of Aurora as his arm tightened around your shoulders whenever a man looked at you too long. You couldn’t believe you landed yourself on a fake pirate’s ship, a self-proclaimed Captain, done on a whim out of boredom by the richest prince in the Seven Seas and Kingdoms. Oh, you had either signed up for doom or the biggest journey of your life.

Dear reader, don’t be misled by prejudice, as the princess was. Song Mingi, despite his posh accent and naïve attitude, was anything but that. He was cunning and strategic, he knew how to charm the pants off anyone, and he wasn’t afraid to dirty his hands with blood. He was a fearsome pirate out on the seas, respected by other crews. It hadn’t taken you long to realise that he was not only respected but feared by his own crew, too. They didn’t cross the captain and they did everything they were told without questioning him much. It was only you who wasn’t afraid of the prince, and his Quartermaster, who looked bored as Mingi paced up and down in his quarters. You had docked down two days ago, preparing for a hit never heard or seen before. It was risky, but Mingi was ballsy, and greedier for gold than his own Quartermaster who grew up having nothing.

“We have to set someone up for a lookout.” Mingi repeated as his eyebrows furrowed, his lips downturned, “We are compromising ourselves if all three of us are going in tonight.”

“Nothing will happen,” You groaned, adding some pearls to your dress as a finishing touch-up. Your eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as you were hunched over Mingi’s desk, your dress’ fabric had been an expensive import from Madam Füller, “You are being a bloody pussy again. Our last hit was a success, wasn’t it?”

Mingi halted at your words, whirling around with a slightly hysterical expression on his face, “A hit?!”

The Quartermaster sighed as he came to sit down across from you, giving you an annoyed expression now that you’ve set Mingi off again. The Captain stormed up to you and slammed his hand down on the table, but nobody even so much as flinched. He was throwing a tantrum, three years on this ship had desensitised you to his tantrums.

“Our ship was on fire for almost two hours, princess!” Mingi snapped, making you roll your eyes at him. He always called you a princess when he tried to remind you that you were inferior to him on this ship, acting as if he wasn’t of the same blue blood as you, “The carpenters needed a month to rebuild what we lost! We couldn’t sail for two months, princess! That bloody rat-infested pirate crew stole our treasure—”

“No, Mingi, they just got to it before us.” You huffed, looking up at him with a bored expression, “It’s not stolen if it wasn’t owned by anyone.”

“And Hongjoong’s ship isn’t rat-infested.” The Quartermaster added with a mutter, setting Mingi off again as he gripped his long hair, screeching like a girl. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from laughing, but when you made eye contact with the Quartermaster, he was already looking at you and grinning in amusement.

“Of course, you’d say that!” Mingi snapped, “You’re only here because you argued with the man! You don’t even like me!”

“I never said that,” The Quartermaster sighed, his expression slightly falling, “I left Hongjoong because what he was doing did not align with my morals anymore.”

“But pampering Mingi all day does, huh, Seonghwa?” The man was glaring at you when you looked at him again, and you giggled as you got back to sewing the last three pearls on the collar of your dress.

“Enough!” Mingi screamed, rounding his table to shake Seonghwa out of his chair, “I cannot think if you two keep on making fun of me! We must be smart tonight. There will be too many important people at the ball—including royal blood who know me and probably the princess too, and—Hongjoong’s bloody crew will be there, too. If they get to the treasure before us—”

“How are we sure that the Neverland’s treasure will be there, though?” You pipped up as the cabin went silent. Seonghwa gulped as he looked at Mingi, who closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. The crew were shouting something above deck, their loud thumps echoing through the wooden structure as you glanced up. They were probably drunk already and it wasn’t even the afternoon yet.

“I spoke to…someone,” Mingi mumbled, not meeting your eyes. Seonghwa narrowed his at Mingi and placed his hands on the table as he leaned forward.

“Was it that seer again?” Mingi avoided Seonghwa’s eyes, so you both knew Seonghwa was right, “Kang Yeosang?”

“I trust him, alright!” Mingi exclaimed, looking at you with round eyes, “He’s always helped me…”

“And you still trust him after he joined Hongjoong’s crew?” Seonghwa was asking the important and logical questions here, you, however, were here just for the fun of it.

“Exactly, I’m surprised you like him still.” You chuckled, shrugging when Seonghwa gave you a look. Mingi didn’t say anything as his jaw clenched.

“Listen, I don’t care what you two think about me, but Yeosang has led me closer to finding…him.” Right, him, the man whose name no crew member dared speak—yourself included, “As for tonight, I think the princess should stay on the ship—”

“No!” You exclaimed, your eyes widening. Your grip on the dress tightened as both men looked at you, “The chances of my stepmother being there are high, I cannot miss it. Please.”

“And what will you do if you see her?” Seonghwa asked, eyebrows rising.

“You’ll know once I’m done with her.” You muttered lowly, making Mingi shudder before he sighed loudly, going lax in his chair. Seonghwa glanced at him before he walked to the closet and opened it, their fancy costumes stored away for safety issues.

“Alright, we better start getting ready if we want to get to our carriage in time.”

“How did you even get us a carriage, Seonghwa?”

“A jester never tells his tricks.”

“You’re not a jester, you’re just an idiot.”

“Prince Song, mighty of you to call your right-hand man an idiot.”

“Don’t call me Prince Song.”

“Then stop calling me a princess, you idiot.”

“Silence, both of you!”

You had forgotten how these royal balls could get. Your skin crawled as you watched another old nobleman trying to flirt with maidens, and if it wasn’t for Seonghwa dragging you away, they would’ve certainly noticed you. You got here a little past the time when the ball started, on purpose, as you hoped to be less noticeable. This was hard to achieve as Mingi was as handsome as any other prince in the room—which was to be expected, honestly—and Seonghwa could’ve been mistaken anytime for a young master in his expensive clothing, designed and sewn by you. The three of you were candy to the sore eyes, and despite never having enjoyed the attention, you revelled in it now as you realised some people did recognise you. You had even spotted the royal guard from your court, steering clear from their paths as it would compromise your mission way too early into the night.

For starters, you were supposed to scoop out the place, to socialise and consume whatever fancy champagne they handed you with gilded flakes in the bottom. Expensive and fancy drinks for the wealthiest people from all kingdoms. Seonghwa stared at it like it was poisonous before he drank it, eyeing Mingi for a reaction which never came. For someone who had run away at eighteen only, Mingi sure still carried himself like a prince, oftentimes still acting like one too. You, on the other hand, struggled to hold your spine straight and tense, thankful for Seonghwa who had tightened your corset so much you wondered how much time you had before you’d pass out. Hopefully, it only happened by the time you got back on the ship. And as for the plan…you weren’t doing too well, your attentive eyes searched the crowd, scowling at anything you didn’t like. The two men had left you on your own, meddling with the crowd and laughing as Mingi accepted a dance from a princess you hadn’t met before. You saw the shadow first before someone managed to sneak up on you, and you whirled around ready for a fight, only for you to drop the empty bottle of champagne you’d been nursing. It never hit the floor as the man caught it, smiling at you almost hesitantly.

“Yunho?” You whispered in shock, the wind knocked from your lungs, “Yunho!”

If there was one person you missed and regretted not taking with you from your kingdom, it was Jeong Yunho. You felt the tears in your eyes as you threw yourself into the arms of the much taller man, uncaring what the onlookers thought. You had to fight the sobs that tried to rip through your body as Yunho held you back just as tightly, burying his nose in the top of your head.

“I cannot believe I found you, my princess.” Your chuckle felt hollow as you squeezed your eyes shut, forcing the tears out which had been brimming your eyes. Yunho and you had known each other for most of your lives. Nobody dared say it, but he had been kidnapped by smugglers from a different kingdom and enslaved in yours. His one chance at having a relatively better life than all the other slaves lay in his beauty, in his gentle and soft-spoken nature. That’s how he eventually ended up in your court as a palace keeper, keeping your chamber dust-free and always aired. He was barely a few years older than you, and because your father felt bad for him, he had allowed the two of you to bond, to play, to spend time together once Yunho had taken care of his duties. But once your father died, the evil queen wanted to separate you from everyone in order to make you disappear from the court, Yunho included. You had no idea where he was or what he was up to until this moment, and you gripped his dress shirt tighter when he tried to pull away.

“I’m so sorry,” You whispered into your closest friend’s chest, heartbroken all over again, “I never meant to leave you behind, but I had no—”

“It’s alright, my princess.” Of course, Yunho was smiling when you pulled apart. He didn’t have one mean bone in his giant body; he couldn’t even hurt a fly. You sniffed and allowed Yunho to wheel you around so your body was shielded by the crowd by his larger build, “I knew you had to go, if you hadn’t…you might not be alive anymore. That queen is so wicked, she started killing our people. Everyone is terrified in Wonderland of her.”

You gulped, frowning when you heard that. You had to step up, you couldn’t let your people suffer anymore, they needed their true ruler, the one who cherished and loved them. Yunho recognised the anger in your eyes, the determination on your features, and he smiled as he petted your head, leaning down to be at eye level with you, “I always knew you’d be an amazing queen, my princess. Your people are waiting for you.”

“When I get rid of her,” You gulped, grabbing Yunho’s hand as your jaw clenched, “I will set you free, you’ll be allowed to go home, Yunho.”

An ashen look crossed Yunho’s features, something sad falling upon it, “My home now is wherever you are, my princess. You must be here with a purpose; how may I help?”

And that’s how you found out that Neverland’s treasure was a gilded necklace filled with the most expensive jewellery from all kingdoms, crafted with care by the best jewellers from Aurora—because despite its reputation, Aurora housed the best craftsmen from the Seven Seas and Kingdoms. And the treasure that Mingi and Hongjoong wanted was in no other’s possession but in your stepmother, glinting blindly around her neck. You jaw tensed as you watched her from the shadows play the coy and grieving queen, laughing with men who were way too young for her. But it was working, because as you watched her shoot Yunho an annoyed look, everyone around her was blinded by her charming and manipulative personality, completely missing the wicked glint in her eyes. Mingi tsked next to you, leaning closer.

“You’re one hundred percent sure it’s Neverland’s treasure, right?” He muttered, watching the queen’s every move as she accepted a glass of wine from her consultant. You nodded as you glared at her, noticing a man slowly approach her. His gait was familiar, and so was his blonde hair.

“Yes, Mingi, I know for sure it’s the necklace.” You muttered, your eyes widening when you realised who the man creeping up to the queen was, “Bloody hell, Jung Wooyoung!”

Mingi groaned, closing his eyes, “Hongjoong sent the most annoying person ever, great. Princess, whatever you do, don’t—”

But you were already walking closer, your glare set on the back of Wooyoung’s head. The two of you had a history. Even before you had left your kingdom to become a pirate and avenge your father and his legacy, you and Wooyoung had met, understandably under inconvenient circumstances. He was young and dumb—even though he got older, he was still the dumbest pirate you had met—so he tried to kidnap you straight from your chambers. He would’ve succeeded if Yunho and you wouldn’t have planned to have a secret sleepover that night, so the boy was able to fight Wooyoung off. That didn’t mean that you ever forgot the pirate’s face, forever engraved in your mind. Meeting him once would’ve been enough for a lifetime, but the seas’ gods had other plans for the two of you. Being part of Mingi’s crew meant coming across enemies, and since Wooyoung was part of Hongjoong’s crew, he posed a big threat.

When he whisked the queen away for a dance, you knew the treasure would be in his possession in no time, and you couldn’t allow that. So, you stepped into the crowd and grabbed a random man, leading the two of you closer to where Wooyoung and the queen danced. You made sure to keep your back to your stepmother as well as ignore the grinning man in front of you, sharp eyes set on Wooyoung’s every move. He was giggling as he spoke to the queen, but not for long.

The violins screeched as you were twirled around, and knowing that this was your only chance to catch Wooyoung, you tumbled forward into him. The man gasped as he grabbed you frantically, making sure you didn’t fall. You grinned to yourself and grabbed his arms, head hanging low, and then you pushed him away from the queen and the dense part of the crowd before he could realise it was you.

“My, my,” He chuckled, helping you stand up straight, “What a klutzy girl.”

“I know, right,” You chuckled, circling your arms around Wooyoung’s neck as he stiffened, “How convenient I stumbled into a gentleman like yourself.”

Wooyoung’s eyes widened as you started swaying your bodies to the melody, making sure you kept away from people who could recognise the two of you.

“What are you doing here?” Wooyoung snapped, his eyebrows furrowing.

“The same thing as you,” You chuckled, eyes running down his body, appreciating his tight suit, “Searching for a companion to lay tonight with.”

Wooyoung spluttered, clearly taken off guard and you laughed, entertained when his cheeks flushed red. It wasn’t often you managed to take the man off guard, but it was always satisfying when you did, “Aw, you're blushing like a rose.”

Wooyoung scoffed and averted his eyes, scowling at you before he recovered from the embarrassment, “And have you found anyone suitable?”

You chuckled, shrugging as you looked around the room. You weren’t leaving without Yunho tonight, even if you had to frame it as a savage kidnapping. Seonghwa already knew about it and he was working on it. You didn’t want to update Mingi on the slight change of plans, you knew he’d have a mental breakdown neither one of you could afford right now. Mingi hated collecting strays and people who were of no use to him on his ship, but Yunho was worth more to you than Mingi’s rules.

“He’s holding me right now,” This time Wooyoung didn’t blush, he just smirked, pulling you closer until your bodies were flushed together.

“I always knew you liked me,” Wooyoung giggled, smoothing back your hair from your face, “All that fighting was just to create tension, huh?”

You let the knife slip into your palm from the sleeve of your dress, “If that’s what you’d like to believe, then certainly. Now, tell me, Wooyoung. How much longer until the queen notices that her necklace is missing?”

Wooyoung didn’t answer you as you smirked, pressing the sharp edge of your knife into his stomach, “We’ll walk outside without causing a scene, alright?”

The defiance on Wooyoung’s face was clear as day, but he didn’t say anything as he slowly nodded, twisting around in your hold as you leaned in and pressed a teasing kiss to his cheek. His skin was soft for a pirate, and he smelled of pine and salt, “I love it when you are a good boy, Wooyoung.”

The man hissed as his cheeks flamed again, and you chuckled as the two of you slowly slipped out of the room, looking around for Seonghwa. He was just behind Yunho, his eyes narrowed as you spotted the handgun in his hand. You knew Yunho was in safe hands as long as he didn’t try to be the bigger man, so you left the room without worrying about the Quartermaster or your closest friend any further. Mingi was still cruising the room, seemingly lost, and you almost laughed. For a Captain, he sure was lost more often than not when treasure hunting. You couldn’t wait to brag to him about capturing both Wooyoung and the necklace.

The hallways were empty despite the many people in the building, and you were glad they were desperate enough to socialise as this left you and Wooyoung alone. It didn’t take long for him to try and fight back, though, and you tsked when he tried elbowing you in the ribs, “Honey, you’ll have to be more creative than that.”

“Why am I being dragged away from the ball in the first place, honey?!” Wooyoung exclaimed like the prince he wasn’t, whiney and confused, and you chuckled in amusement.

“Don’t act coy with me now, pirate boy,” You leaned closer, your lips brushing against Wooyoung’s ear as he shuddered, “The queen’s necklace was gone after she danced with you.”

Wooyoung didn’t say anything for a second before he groaned, “Maybe it slipped off! Maybe someone found it on the floor! I don’t know why you’d think I have it!”

You laughed and pushed Wooyoung against the wall, his cheek mushed against the cold tile, “Now, Wooyoung…don’t tell me you haven’t heard of Neverland’s treasure. I know your Captain wants it, so he sent you, a little rat—”

“I prefer calling myself a fox, but whatever,” Wooyoung grumbled as he pushed you off, turning around so he was face to face with you. You raised an eyebrow, pressing the knife into his neck unthreateningly. For now.

“Empty your pockets for me, pirate boy.”

“If you stop calling me a boy.” Wooyoung shrugged, looking at you with mischief in his eyes, “But you won’t find anything on me—not the treasure or whatever. Why don’t we go to a room, and you’ll find out what I’m hiding—”

A crash came from a room close to the two of you, and you both stiffened as you looked to the side. You waited for a few moments with bated breaths, but nothing happened, so you looked back at Wooyoung with a glare. Your patience was running thin rather quickly, “Fine, little pirate, I won’t call you a boy anymore. Where is the treasure?”

You heard footsteps running down the hallway and you hissed, convinced that the queen realised by now that her necklace was stolen. The royal guard was coming after Wooyoung—and you, now that you were roped up with him. Whatever happened, though, you would not let them get their hands on Wooyoung…but he didn’t have to know that.

“Why don’t you feel me up, Princess Song?” You froze as you opened your mouth, taken off guard by his words, “Did you think we didn’t know? It’s only right someone like you associates themselves with Captain Barbarossa—what a joke.”

You huffed. You’d been nice so far, but you didn’t accept any disrespect to Mingi’s name, “You should watch your tongue, rat, one more comment about my Captain and I’ll cut your tongue off.”

“That would be a loss,” Wooyoung smirked as your jaw clenched, “I know quite the tricks with my tongue—”

“Hey! Those two there!” A deep voice shouted from the end of the hallway. Great, you had allowed yourself to be distracted by Wooyoung’s blabbering mouth again. Mingi will have your head if you let yourself be captured, “Catch those pirates!”

“At least they got that right,” Wooyoung remarked with a chuckle as you grabbed his arm and took off running instead of fighting the guards. You were outnumbered; it was of no use. What you had to do next was leave the palace in one piece and get Wooyoung on your ship. He was your prisoner; no royal guard could take him from you. But to get to the exit, you’d have to descend many flights of stairs, avoid the influx of other guards that were running towards you, and also come up with an escape plan which looked harder to come up with by the moment. You weren’t the best under pressure, and you yelped when Wooyoung suddenly pulled you inside a dark room, pressing you against the wall and muffling your mouth. Your breathing was ragged from running around, your chest heaving as Wooyoung’s sturdy body pressed into yours, keeping you from moving. The both of you stayed put as the guards ran past the room, their footsteps thundering. You grabbed Wooyoung’s wrist and pulled his hand off your mouth, searching his face.

“What?” He shrugged, his face so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath. He might’ve had one too many glasses of champagne, “A pirate looks out for a pirate, even if it’s the enemy.”

“Right.” You chuckled, then grabbed his arm and switched positions with him, “Now, where were we? Ah, right. Where did you put the necklace?”

“I’m starting to think you love pinning me against a wall. Does a submissive man turn you on?” Your eyes widened as Wooyoung cackled, the sound too loud in the dark room, “I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m not that guy.”

“Stop changing the subject, you rat.” You hissed, no malice in your tone whatsoever. Before Wooyoung could retort back, light flooded the room, making you jump. The room you had stumbled inside was someone’s room, an elderly lady’s who looked quite confused. Before you could say anything, Wooyoung pushed you off and walked towards her, smiling charmingly.

“My lady, we had no idea this was your chamber,” Wooyoung bowed, and you watched with narrowed eyes as he grabbed the woman’s hand, leading her back to bed, “How rude of us not to check first. Will you forgive us?”

The lady chuckled as she let herself be tucked back into bed by Wooyoung, her eyes droopy, “The room next to mine is unoccupied. I won’t say anything if you slip out quickly, pirates.”

You gulped as Wooyoung chuckled, pressing a kiss to the woman’s forehead, “Thank you, my lady. We’ll be letting you sleep now.”

When Wooyoung faced you again, you couldn’t help but stare at him. He wasn’t a violent man, but you’d never seen this gentle side of his. It made your heart race as Wooyoung grinned, walking up to you to open the door, “You're staring again.”

“I’m not.” You scoffed and left the room once you made sure the hallway was empty, “There’s nothing to stare at.”

But there was. Wooyoung was a stupidly handsome man, his nose curving prettily, his uneven eyes sharp, and his moles endearing. You gulped as he carefully pulled the door shut behind himself, then braced yourself for what you were about to do.

“Sorry, but you gave me no choice.” And before he could turn around, you whacked him hard in the back of his head, catching his limp body before it could fall to the floor. He was heavy and you groaned as you laid him down, wondering how you’d drag a man down the stairs whose weight you couldn’t even uphold yourself. By a miracle, none other than Mingi seemed to show up, and you quickly waved at him, “Mingi! Get over here right now!”

You made sure you were whisper shouting as Mingi hurried over to you, his eyebrows furrowed, “What the hell are you doing with Wooyoung?!”

“I have the necklace,” You grinned, then looked at Mingi, “And Wooyoung.”

“I don’t want that monkey,” Mingi scoffed as he crouched down, “But I do want the necklace.”

You both grinned at each other as you crouched down next to him, “If we take him hostage now, not only will we piss off Hongjoong and Wooyoung, but you’ll be able to bargain gold and gems in exchange for his life.”

Mingi’s eyes instantly lit up at your words, and he pressed a wet kiss against your cheek as you groaned, flinching away, “You’re brilliant, princess!”

“And you said a woman was of no asset to you,” You scoffed as you both stood, growing stiff when footsteps echoed down the hallway. You looked past Mingi to prepare to fight whoever was coming, but you relaxed when you saw it was just Seonghwa with Yunho.

“Let me—my princess?” Yunho asked confused as he looked between you and Mingi, his eyes growing wide. Mingi froze, his jaw going lax as his body started trembling. He looked like he had seen a ghost. He muttered something as Yunho’s expression mirrored Mingi’s, and Seonghwa and you shared a confused look.

“Yun—Jeong Yunho?” Mingi whispered, his voice shaky.

“Song Mingi, it’s you,” Yunho whispered as his eyes grew teary, and he fought against Seonghwa’s grip, which released him easily. You watched shocked as Yunho ran until he reached Mingi, throwing himself into the Captain’s embrace. They held onto each other tightly as Seonghwa slowly walked closer, looking at you as if you had the answer to what this was.

“I found you, my love,” Mingi whispered, gripping Yunho tightly.

“It took you too long.” Yunho tried to smile, but he looked sad, “I missed you so much.”

“I’m sorry,” Mingi gulped, looking down, “You disappeared without a trace.”

“I know, I don’t resent you.” Yunho then smiled, closing his eyes, “I love you, still.”

Someone groaned on the floor, making you hiss.

“Uh, guys…I’m sorry to ruin this emotional moment, but Wooyoung is kind of waking up,” More shouts down the hallway, heavy boots hitting the floor, “We have to go, now.”

“Mingi, grab his arm!” Seonghwa barked out as the two men went to hold Wooyoung up, his head lolling to the side as his eyebrows furrowed. You grabbed Yunho’s hand and looked at him, offering him a small smile.

“Let’s go, Yunho, things will be alright. You’ll see.” So, Yunho followed you as you escaped from the castle, not only with Neverland’s treasure in your possession but Wooyoung as well.

Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him before you’d hand him back to Hongjoong.

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Can I request "Why are you here" and "i will love you forever and ever and a little longer after that" for Jasper Hale? If you still write for Twilight that is.

Thank you for the request! I am slowly but surely working on the rest of what's in my inbox <3 3.2K words, lil angsty, lil sweet, if this sucks blame it on my writer's block hehe

Living forever wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, constantly moving around and never being able to set up roots took its toll on your immortal soul. If you even had one. There was one point in your life where you were sure you had a soul, and that you had a soulmate and that happiness was something that your kind could have. Those days have long since passed. 

You were turned in 1781, the man who turned you was building an army to sway the tide of the Revolutionary War, he just wasn’t counting on several of the newborns he created to be loyalists. You were a patriot, the daughter of a shopkeeper who couldn’t keep his head above water with the ever-rising prices of taxes. But you were also a pacifist, and it didn’t seem fair to you to use your supernatural strength against the young man who simply wished to fight for what they saw to be right. 

Your first kill was the man who created you it has been centuries and you’ll never forget the look on his face when you turned back on him instead of rushing into battle like the others. You had only been a vampire for a month and yet you knew, deep down that this wasn’t a life, and it wasn’t a fate you would wish on anybody else.

You spent the next two centuries of your life hunting down the creators of newborn armies, putting a stop to them as quickly as you could. That is where you met him. Major Whitlock was stationed in Texas when he was turned. He was a young man following the orders of his father, fighting a war he had no business fighting in. Then he was turned and he joined a much darker and much more nefarious army who had nothing real to fight for, nothing but blood and pain and hunger fueling their actions. 

You arrived in the middle of the day when the army was resting, sneaking through their covered tents until you found Maria and her sisters. Killing them was easy, turning around to leave and running into the most handsome young vampire you had ever met was not. 

Jasper immediately lunged for you, trying to avenge the death of his creator. You dodged and parried, trying not to hurt him. The two of you traded blows back and forth, a dance of death under the glowing Texas sun and yet you could see clear as day that he wasn’t trying to kill you. 

“Stop!” You yelled across the expanse of the desert you stood in, “Is she really worth the loyalty you show? Even after death.”

He growled deeply, a sound that started low in his chest and despite all your years of hunting the worst vampires on earth, it was only in that single moments that you feared for your life.

He took off towards you and you ran at him in turn, if this would be the way you died, then at least you had done some good during your time roaming the world. 

Right as he reached you, arms outstretched and a snarl on his face, you locked eyes.  He skidded to a stop, a few mere feet from where you stood and he froze.

Like a puppet whose strings had been cut he fell to the ground, his knees landing in the dust. “Why?” He asked.

“I think you know why.” You sighed, “This pain, this life of blood and anger and war is not one that I would wish upon a single soul. I only wish I had gotten here sooner. Maybe I could’ve saved you.”

“You just did.” He looked up then, red eyes framed by dusty golden locks and full of an emotion that you couldn’t quite place. 

You smiled at that, offering him a hand to stand.

That moment, in the hot Texas sun, shared between two lost souls started something new: a friendship between Jasper and you, one that you cherished for many years together.

Jasper joined you on your crusade against vampire warlords, he used his power to keep their armies calm, and together, the two of you freed countless newborns and saved countless more human lives.

As the years passed, the two of you grew closer. He was the one person who you shared everything with, he was the other half of your soul and you loved him with everything you had.

Which made the day he left all the more tragic.

It was 1910, and the two of you were somewhere in Europe, trying to blend in for a single evening. It was nice sometimes to pretend that you were a normal couple doing normal things.

The evening was rainy, but it was always rainy here, that’s what made it the perfect place to ahng around. The two of you walked hand in hand down a dimly lit street, trees lined the road on either side and your hadn’t seen a single person in almost half an hour. 

Jasper stopped walking, your arm still in his grasp. “I love you,” he said, “but I think I need to figure out who I am without you.” 

“What?” You faced him full on at that moment, craning your neck to try and meet his eyes.

“I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t fighting. The last time I was doing something I truly believed in instead of a battle someone else brought me into.” He raised your hand to his lips and pressed them to the skin of your knuckles. “Your fight is a noble one, but it isn’t mine.”

“I- I thought that you-” You couldn't finish your thought, feeling your heart crack inside your chest.

“I love you. And I know I always will, but I want to love me too, and I can’t do that if I’m still a killer.”

“You’re not a killer, Jas, we’ve saved so many lives.” You pleaded with him.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He whispered into the space between you. 

He let go of your hands, and stepped back. The next second he was gone. You were alone, and your heart went with him.

The next century saw you traveling the world some more, and Jasper’s words were affecting you more than you’d like to admit. You stayed away from conflict, let nature take its course and fell into the shadows. The fight had left you that night, leaving just the need to keep moving forward.

You stayed in several places, Romania, Scotland, France, Canada and landed in New Orleans around the 1980’s staying there for the next several years.

You lived in a house in the middle of the swamp, often undisturbed and deeply lonely. But the bayou was gorgeous, and it had been a very long time since you felt connected to the world around you. 

You had never imagined yourself the settling type, even when you still had blood flowing through your veins, you had always been a wanderer. You felt pulled to explore and see the world around you. That was over 300 years ago, and your wanderlust had been sated by time and the experiences you had gained. Now you were content to live in your house, walls lined with books and dried flowers and plenty of pretty little things you had collected over the years.

That is how the pair found you, you sat against the beams holding together the fencing which lined your porch, a book in your hand, and a snake sitting around your neck.

You heard them before you saw them, your senses not having dulled in your ‘retirement’ 

“I don’t get many visitors these days.” You call out, closing the book and leaping off the railing, only to land on your tiptoes in front of the pair.

You looked at the woman on the right first, a small thing, short hair, and clothes that made her stick out like a sore thumb in the earthy landscape. Her companion, a tall blonde woman whose eyes screamed danger while everything about her was clearly meant to allure all those around her. Both women were very clearly vampires, but their yellow eyes gave you pause. You simply raised an eyebrow at them.

“We hear you like a good cause to fight for, we have one.” The short, pixie-like one spoke.

“You heard wrong, I don’t fight, not anymore.”

“Oh well, we tried.” The blonde dryly intoned, turning to leave.

“Rose, he begged us,” The short one grabbed her companion’s arm.

“Alright, I’ll bite, who told you I’d help?”

“He told us not to tell you.” Rose said.

“You’re not really selling your cause very well.”

“Our family is in danger, the Voltori are coming for us, and we are gathering witnesses to try and stop them.”

“What did you do wrong?” You asked. “Nothing,” The blonde, Rose snapped at you, “we’ve committed no wrongs, they simply want to come for my brother and sister for their talents, they’ll take any excuse they can get.” She ground out.

“Then what’s their excuse? If you want me to help, I need to know what I'm getting myself into.”

“Our brother… had a daughter. With a human.”

“That’s not possible.” You scoffed.

“Come with us, come and see. If you don’t want to stay, we won’t blame you, but please, come and see.”

You shook your head, and their faces fell. 

You took an unnecessary breath before letting it all out at once, “at least let me grab my book.” You jumped back onto your porch, grabbing your book and your overcoat before turning back to the sisters. “Where to?” You called out.

“Washington,” Rose answered.

“I’ve never been to Washington.” 

“We know.” The small one piped up.

“Alice.” Rose scolded.

“You all worry too much; this all works out, I promise.” Alice turned to her sister and tapped her temple twice before smiling.

The journey to Washington didn’t take long, and before you knew it, you were stood in the middle of the woods, looking upon a beautiful house made mostly of glass and waiting to meet the reason you came all this way.

The little girl wasn’t anything like you thought she’d be, she was soft spoken and sweet and when she placed her hand on your cheek, you saw the beauty of her birth.

You could clearly see the love that wove this family together, the hardships they had already overcome and for a moment, you cursed yourself for how easily you were to sway.

But then you looked into her eyes and saw the same love there that you once held so dear, and in that moment, you swore you would do everything in your power to help this family.

Her father, who had been introduced to you as Edward, smiled at you, “Thank you.” He spoke. “I hope you don’t change your mind when he gets back.”

“When who gets back?” You questioned the family, but you were met with silence and smiles. 

It was like that for the entire next week, you had offered to go back home, knowing that it wouldn’t take very long for you to run back if you needed to, but were told that it fine. If anything, you were one of the better-behaved guests currently residing at the Cullens.

Your routine didn’t change much, except that instead of re-reading the books you already had at home, Carlisle had given you full access to his own library, and you spent your time going over his collection, always perched somewhere out of sight.

You were lying on one of the branches in a tree that bordered the house, book in hand and one leg dangling over the side. A cough from below caught your attention, and you dramatically rolled your eyes before dropping from the branch and landing on the soft ground below.

Your eyes widened, and your heart felt all too much like the ice your kind were known for when you locked eyes with him again. You could feel the years of memories flooding back through your mind, your first fight in Texas, the years you spent together, the walks at night, sitting with your head in his lap as he read to you, running across the world, and him leaving. 

“Why are you here?” You whispered.

“I live here, this is my family.” He spoke softly back, searching your eyes for something that he was afraid of.

You scoffed, “So you’re the mystery man everyone had been avoiding talking about, the one they were afraid I’d run from.”

“Will you?” he asked. “Run.” 

“I want to.” You admitted. “It would be a lot easier, but no. I promised to protect that little girl, and that's what I plan to do.”

“You never could resist a good cause.” He smiled then, and you hated how it made you want to pull him into your arms again.

‘A good cause? Last time I remember it was more along the lines of senseless murder.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest.

He furrowed his brows, “I never said senseless murder, I never doubted that you had the right reasons.”

“Then why leave? If we were doing so much good?”

“I was scared,” he admitted. You were shocked by his honesty. “Scared of how much I felt around you, of how easily you could get me to do what you asked. Because I would, I would’ve done anything for you, no questions asked.”

“I never would’ve asked you to do something you didn’t want to do.” You looked down at the floor.

“I know.” The silence stretched between you two.

The rushing of little feet brought you both out of the moment.

“Uncle Jasper! Auntie Alice says she needs you.” Renesmee ran down the steps of the house.

“Okay.” He turned to take one more look at you, “Don’t run. Please.” Then off he went, walking back into the house in search of his sister.

“Will you read to me?” Renesmee asked you. You let a real smile spread across your face.

“Sure, but not this book,” you lifted the one in your hand, “do you have another favorite?” She nodded before taking off back to the house.

You looked out into the expanse of the forest. You were right, it would be easier to leave, to go back to your home amongst the water and trees and let them fight their own battle. You turned to make your move when you heard your name being called.

“I found my book! Are you coming?” 

A moment, a decision. 

“Yeah, I 'm coming.”

Into the house you went.

Time passed, more witnesses arrived, the weather grew colder, and the family shared every moment they could together; who could blame them? They might just be their last. 

You got into the habit of reading to Renesmee, laying her on your lap just like Jasper used to do to you. Using one hand to stroke her hair and the other to hold the book. Sometimes others would join you, sometimes it was just the two of you.

“Do you love my Uncle Jasper?” She asked out of the blue, you were halfway through reading Jane Eyre to her, and stopped abruptly at her question.

“I did.” You answered, “But that was a long time ago.”

“He loves you.” She said simply, “My dad says he never stopped thinking about you; he calls you guys a tragic romance.”

“Maybe it is,” You chuckled at her child-like bluntness. Nobody else in the house would’ve dared bring up your relationship with Jasper, too afraid of bringing up old heartache. “If I had it my way, I never would’ve let him go. But I didn’t want him back.”

“My Mom says that when you love something that you should let it go; if it’s meant to be, it’ll come back to you.”

“Talk to your mom and dad about tragic romances a lot, do you?” You looked down at her.

“I just want my family to be happy.” She said, “Everyone is always so sad, and it’s my fault.”

“No, darling. It’s not your fault. Everyone is here because we care about you and your family. What the Volturi are doing is wrong, but that has nothing to do with you.”

“Okay.” She accepted your truth easily, “Can we keep reading?” She blinked up at you.

“Of course.” And you did, except this time your mind was only half there, the other half was centuries away, thinking of tragic romances and loves lost.

But one truth rang out louder than everything else, it came back to you.

Eventually, Alice made the final decision, they were on their way. All of you were on borrowed time already.

A campfire, surrounded by some old friends and some new ones, you all swapped war stories. Everyone interested in the tales you shared. Garrett especially told you he admired your crusade, and bemoaned not meeting you sooner, so he could’ve helped. You told him that you’d already had a partner who you thought believed in your cause, not just the bloodshed that Garett craved.

“You got me there,” the leather-clad patriot chuckled before turning to Kate and Tanya and sparking up a new conversation.

You sat there, stewing on your thoughts, when he sidled up next to you. He leaned in close and spoke so softly that only you could hear.

“I believed in you, I still do.” Jasper placed a single kiss on your cheek as he pulled away.

You didn’t say anything else, just leaned into him and listened. You listened to the burning of the fire and the sounds of the animals around you, letting everything wash over you. If tonight were to be your last night, it would surely be a good one.

You were no stranger to battlefields but this one, with the expanse of white and among people you had grown close to over the past month, this one was the most daunting one you had ever faced.

You knew the goal was to get through this without a fight. But you also knew the type of man Aro was, you had spent centuries stopping people from becoming him. You gripped Jasper’s hand tightly in yours and prayed for possibly the first time since you had turned that he could feel everything you were too afraid to say.

As Alice stood in front of everyone else, hand clasped between Aro’s you looked around. At the family that clutched to each other, love fueling their fight. At the people who had traveld the world to fight and injustice, to protect a child. At the man by your side, who left you, but never left your mind.

You felt more alive in this moment than you had in a century; you had your heart back. 

The Volturi retreated, and your side celebrated. Jasper pulled you into his arms, and you sank into him, missing the feeling of being wrapped up in him. 

“I love you.” You murmured into his chest.

His armes pulled you tighter, “I will love you forever and ever, and even a little longer after that.” He responded.

You pulled back and looked into his eyes, now yellow, “Promise?”

“Promise.”

[quinn-the-queen]

more zayne and reader with a nice peach :3 does he like to be handsy? does he want to be sat on hehe

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MINORS/ AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!! Content warnings: Female Reader, adult content, description of the reader's body. NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!

Zayne loves a nice and healthy butt, when he is kissing you, his hands naturally gravitate towards it.

and when he is pent up, he loves to see the way it jiggles as he takes you from behind. He likes to have you sit on his lap, feel you on him. It allows him to be subtly 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎.

Zayne seems like the type of man who likes to be handsy, but never put you in a compromising position or embarrass you. So he loves to have you on his lap when dinner with his colleagues is running too late for his liking

what? No, nothing nefarious is going on here; my lovely girlfriend is just sitting on my lap. Why is she red? oh, she just is feeling under the weather, that's all.

Thank you so much, anon for this request! It is my first one on this app. :)) Love ya bunches! Follow my other platforms! Twitter: Quinnthe_Queen Wattpad: Quinn-the-queenie

[merakiui]

Meeerrraaaa!

So I just heard of a movie called 'F***, Marry, Kill' and the synopsis goes kinda like the game. (It's a romantic horror) FMC has 3 sutors has she has to figure out which one is actually into her, which one just wants and hook up, and which want to end her.

So it go me thinking... what if Darling was in this scenario with the Octatrio! I really can't decide who would fill which roll cause they each could do each one oh so well and it's got me just kicking my feet in terror and glee and I wanted to see what you'd think. Sorry if you'd seen this before, I binge your page on and off and haven't been here in a hot minute.

Hope you have been well, I've missed you dearly!

-RollyPolly Anon

ROLLY POLLY ANON!!! HIIII!!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ) oooo that movie premise sounds so interesting!!!! I’ll have to check it out hehe.

But omg you’re so right. They could work amazing in either role. >_< what if it’s like Azul who seems like he’s your perfect match and is marriage material, but he’s the one who wants to kill you. >:D I think Floyd could work there as well! This sweet, charming guy who is so amazing and loving,, an absolute full package!! Until he’s kicking you down the stairs to his basement and looking down at your mangled, broken leg with an empty expression. ;;;;

And the opposite of the above! Jade who seems like he’s definitely going to kill you. He just has that vibe to him. :(；ﾞﾟ'ωﾟ'): but then it turns out he’s actually just really whipped for you and hopes to marry you, so please forgive him if he gave you any wrong impressions. Also, he’s just really into hiking and nature. No nefarious reasons behind it. <3 then if this guy isn’t the killer you thought you were closing in on…… who is it????

I think either Jade or Floyd could fit the “fuck” option in “fuck, marry, kill.” Casual sex with either twin. Maybe it’s there you think he’s the killer, but in reality he just has a few extreme kinks in the bedroom. But none of that involves killing you! He just wants to have a little fun.

Maybe all three of them are killers,,, you’re driving yourself half mad trying to figure out who’s who and who wants what from you when in reality they’re all terrible and aiming to make you their next victim. T^T

[mallory524]

Okay, so this is kinda like a pt.2 of platonic child reader if that'd okay? I just thought about something, what if something happens to you, ? Like something about Valentina doing something to you that changes you a bit, and how they react to it? Bob's def mad about that,

This is a bit angst, but everyone needs a bit of angst in their lifes, hehe :3

(STOP THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA i love it, part 2 babyyyy)

thunderbolts & platonic child reader - angsty part ii

tags- a year after thunderbolts*, manipulation by valentina, mentions of minor burn injuries, angsty because reader's sad and everyone's sad but it's all okay, mentions of all the thunderbolts' pasts

notes- hey y'all idk what happened, i was crashing out like 2 days ago and i guess i redirected all my stress and obsessive energy towards this and then forgot to post it until now. maybe this is incoherent or great idk, anyway it's way longer than i intended

It's really weird when you and Valentina start to talk like you're friends or something.

At first you had just kinda brushed her off. She took advantage of your friends and nearly had them killed, but it's a weird position to be in because the New Avengers now work with her. Of course they all hate her, and so do you.

She is good at making conversation, though. At least you've got someone to talk to when the team is away.

She shows you around some labs and rooms you haven't had the clearance to get into before. Whenever you're together, she sprinkles in little comments about how smart and mature you are, and how the team should let you in on more than they do. You know what she's doing, so you mostly just ignore it. Mostly.

Valentina does have a point; they haven't been letting you in recently. Make no mistake, they always make sure you feel really appreciated and loved, but they've just been a bit distracted with all the work that's started to pile up.

One day Valentina offers you some wearable tech you've never seen before. She says it's so you can "protect yourself". It's a weapon. A weapon that's too powerful for you. It feels all wrong. You're an honorary New Avenger at best, you're not a fighter like them, and they'd freak out if they found out Valentina offered you this. You don't get why she's doing this, and you turn it down. It's just too weird.

Of course, you don't even know the half of it. You weren't around when she did this exact thing to Bob.

A few nights later, Bucky finds out about your friendship with Valentina... if you can even call this a friendship. It's like a working relationship between two people who don't work together. She has no business trying to get to know you like this. It feels nefarious.

You never get into fights with the group, or at least not about anything serious; it's usually just bickering about nonsense. This night however, you and Bucky argue for a while. The others jump in to side with him, and that just makes it worse.

There's a lot of "We told you, she's not someone you want to be friends with." and "It's not like we're best friends! I can't talk to people? Why are you acting like I'm a little kid" and "We told you about everything she did and you're still-" and on and on and over and over-

There's something different about you tonight. Maybe it's your cadence of speech. Maybe it's your posture. It's been slowly happening for a few weeks and no one can really put their finger on what it is, but it's weird. You've never shouted at your friends like this. It's clear to all of them that Valentina is trying to turn you into someone else, like she did with Bob and "the Sentry".

When everyone's given up and gone to their rooms for the night, you go to find Valentina and tell her you changed your mind.

Big mistake.

You just wanted to take back a little control by having something cool that was your own.

That weird machinery she gave you? Clearly no one had ever tested it out while wearing it the way you're supposed to. It's out of control and excruciating the moment you turn it on.

You aren't sure if you'd even be able to take it off. It looks like it fused with your skin or something horrifying like that. It's unclear what kind of tech this is. What could even do this? You don't want to know.

After that, more than anything, you're angry.

You're angry that Valentina used you as a test subject. You're angry that your friends treated you like a little kid who didn't know any better about her. You're angry that they were actually right. You're angry that you started to trust Valentina and let it ruin everything.

You've become a lot more quiet and irritable, and you just look tired all the time.

You don't think you can fix this.

Yelena is furious that Valentina managed to do this again.

All Yelena's ever wanted for you is to have a better early life than she did. You shouldn't have been used like this. Your vulnerabilities shouldn't have been played on like this.

She feels awful. She knows you had to have felt really isolated to get yourself into this situation in the first place.

She just didn't notice until it was too late. That'll bother her for a while.

Of course, Yelena’s friends can always rely on her when they make a mistake. That’s who she is. That goes for you, too.

You're zoning out a lot more often. Your silence doesn't seem as comfortable, it just seems sad. She always manages to pull you out of it, though.

No matter what you're feeling or thinking, about yourself or others or everything that's happened lately, she wants to make it better. She's pretty good at it, too.

You might not feel like you're in the mood to laugh, but that's too bad. Yelena's natural warmth and humor makes it hard to stay quiet and sad for very long.

Maybe you'll be in a weird mood for a while, but at least for the moment, Yelena saw you start to smile. That's enough for her. For now.

Bucky may have been pretty tough on you the night everything went down, but you won't hear a single "I told you so" from him. He feels too bad, he wouldn't get a sliver of enjoyment from that.

He's focused on fixing everything about this that he can.

You're injured from that equipment you had attached to your arms. Bucky knows the feeling. It took him a long time to see his own arm as anything besides the weapon he didn't ask for.

Luckily, yours isn't permanent like his. He'll help you fix it.

He knows a lot of people. He'll get in contact with some very skilled medical professionals who can repair any physical damage that's been done to you.

He also knows a few people who'd be very interested to know about Valentina's continued shady activity.

If you ever apologize to him for yelling at him that one night, he tells you not to worry about it.

If you never apologize, he doesn't mind. He knows that being wrong about something with such awful consequences is a tough thing to come to terms with. Your relationship will mend anyway. You both understand the other without having to say all that out loud.

Ava was used as a weapon for a long time. Forced to be a soldier when she was way too young.

Luckily, your situation is a little different. You have all of them, the Thunderbolts. Together, you can undo what's been done. You may have learned the hard way, but still.

She sees how you've gotten a bit sullen and reclusive, whereas your silence used to be comfortable and peaceful.

She's seen that attitude before, in herself, when she was just a young lonely girl.

She's just a little easier on you than usual, but for the most part she tries to treat you like she always has. She doesn't want to overwhelm you with special attention or anything.

You spend your usual chill quiet hang out time together. It's very comforting.

John is a very protective person, and the moment he catches on to those little changes in your behavior, he is really bothered by it.

Valentina swooped in during one of his lowest moments, and now he sees she tried to do it again.

That night you were all fighting with each other, John was probably the most mad.

Mad at Valentina, not really you, but it may not have looked like that.

"How do you not understand what’s happening here? You’re smart, but you’re letting her in after everything she’s done to each of us-"

When the dust had settled and you could eventually see what had been going on, you look back and you know that John was just worried about you. Sure, he's really not great at expressing it, but that's what it was.

You're healing physically and mentally, and he'll try to check in like a normal person.

"So. Yanno. How are you feeling? Does your... like, your arm hurt still?"

He always sounds like he's never comforted anyone before and he's just copying what he's seen other people do, but it's sweet anyway.

He regularly peeks his head into your room when the door's open to see how you're doing and to ask if you want to hang out. That's how he shows he's there to listen.

Alexei was the first to notice the little changes in your behavior. At first, he didn’t even know what kind of change it was, but it eventually became pretty clear what had started to happen: You haven’t been yourself lately, and it's because of Valentina.

It's like with Yelena all over again. "The light in your eyes has dimmed"

He did so much for you and was always there when you needed him, but he doesn't see that right now. All he can think to do is blame himself.

He feels like he wasn't present enough. He thinks that if he’d really done enough for you, Valentina wouldn’t have been able to sway you like this.

He's not too good about personal space or "alone time", but sometimes that's what helps. You never question whether or not he cares. He makes that pretty clear.

Bob. How do you think Bob reacted to this?

He finally sees it from the other side. When Valentina had tried to get close to him and win him over, it felt weird, but he was so vulnerable he fell for all of it. The memory makes him feel a little queasy.

Knowing it just happened to you too makes him feel sick to his stomach.

He feels like this is worse because Valentina's experimentations on him, inhumane as they were, left him invincible, whereas you've only got painful injuries to show for it.

Bob is mad.

He's as comforting to you as he can be. You're keeping to yourself even more than usual, so he gives you the space you want, but he's there if you need him.

If you try to reach out, even in a small way, he's there.

He doesn't want to act like anything's wrong. He doesn't want you to think he sees you any differently. It's difficult though, because you have changed. Maybe just a little, and maybe not forever, but it's hard to pretend everything's the same it's always been. You're so sad and withdrawn.

Valentina keeps a bit more distance after this. She may not be intimidated by the rest of the New Avengers, but she is kind of intimidated by Bob. He's a sweetheart, but it's hard for her to forget everything he's capable of and everything he did to NYC like a year ago.

To you, though, he's as sweet as ever.

They're all so worried about you, but this part of your life isn't forever. You trusted the wrong person and let it get between you and the life you've started, but your friends are there to help you.

That's because they 1) love you more than anything and 2) want to help you to live a life they didn't get to live. They all see pieces of themselves in you. They see parts of their past in your current situation. They know what they would've wanted and needed back then.

One day you're all sitting around and talking and nothing feels off anymore. No one notices at first, because everything's natural like it used to be.

One messy argument with some ugly consequences didn't ruin your life. Far from it. Everything will be like it was again, if not stronger, because they saw you when you were low and you all banded together to get through it.

[luckyartdrawer]

100 Follower Milestone Poll! 🎉🎉🎉

Heya lovelies!!! This blog hit 100 followers oh my goodness!!!

I really can't believe it, it's so awesome to see you all here! <333 Whether you're new or old around here it doesn't matter, I am electronically hugging and/or patting all of your heads in great thanks! ✨💖✨💖✨💖✨

To celebrate, I have some options in a poll for y'all to choose what you would like to see for this milestone! I HIGHLY suggest reading the explanations of each option below the break! It clarifies some important details. Its down there so any of y'all just scrolling by won't have to worry about a wall of text! <3

Please feel free to vote even if you aren't following me!!!

Poll Options explanations:

Drop early chapters of EYED / Dreamlike: This is a Moon-centric x reader fic I've been working on for several months now and I originally planned to start posting it when I finished it or got really close to doing so. I dropped a sneak peek of it here! I find myself currently on a standstill on it's later chapters, which is why it hasn't been finished yet, but otherwise I am reallllly happy with it's messaging and pacing. (Rn I have plotted out 15 chapters but it's looking like it could be longer with how I write oops-)

The first chapters have been pretty polished at this point, so if people are really curious about this one, I don't mind to start posting the chapters up to a certain point. If this wins, I'll post the first 3 chapters for 3 sequential days, then 4 and 5 will come out in the next week, and then the last week I'll post ch. 6 for no particular reason mhmm yup I am not planning anything nefarious-

Drawing requests: This would be my first time doing something like this, and while I know I can pop out some bangers for y'all I also don't want to dig myself into a hole and leave y'all waiting for a long time. 😅So if this wins, I'll take the first 10 requests and draw them out! If I feel capable of doing more I may open some more slots for y'all, but I need to test my speed and my capabilities here first. Expect some lovely rendering bc I love it so, but I won't be doing backgrounds (besides simple colors) for the sake of my sanity.

Drabble requests: Most of ya here probably see me as only an artist, but I do write and actually started out as a writer first for this fandom hehe. ✨ I've been doing well recently with short stories so as long as y'all want em, I can hopefully dish em out at a reasonable pace! I, again, haven't done something like this before. So if this wins, I'll take the first 10 requests, but I feel more confident that I can do this at a reasonable pace, so if things go well I'll open up 5-10 more slots for y'all!

Rendered drawing of a dca AU: Hehe, my forte /J. I've drawn some whacky crossovers, cute sillays, and horror stuff at times, but some of y'all also know I love soooo many AUs in this fandom, hehe! I definitely do not mind drawing AUs, there are MANY I haven't drawn for, but I will be avoiding drawing other's specific AUs. I love making fanart, but this is going to thank y'all for being here, so I would like to keep from using someone else's AU -- it would feel like I'm stealing them e3e.

Plus, this is from me to thank you! And so will the goobers! I'll try to be as detailed as possible with both the characters and location <3

If this wins, I'll set up another poll to last for 3 days. It'll have some general au options like Mer, then I'll list out some crossovers I have done like Submas! Sun/Moon, and I'll add my own AUs! There will also be an option to suggest an AU/crossover! (Please don't be afraid to do so, as long as enough people have an interest in the option, or even if it doesn't win I may still make it if I really like the suggestion! <333)

Rendered drawing of Biblical dca: This means the drawing will be as realistic to the original as I can get it! Gonna do my best to do material rendering and all mwehehe! Though, I may make him extra polished/shiny to not only play with reflections, but to also say how sparkly y'all make me feel hehe ✨✨✨

If this wins, I'll try to finish the drawing within a week or 2 after I make the announcement of the poll's winner! I'll also throw out a really quick poll for 1 day to let y'all pick who will be our biblical goober: Sun, Moon, or Ruin Eclipse!

Something else: This is pretty self explanatory, but if you have ideas, comment below! (You can even if you didn't pick this option!!!) And if you see an idea you like or that you wanted to comment already said below, please reply to that person's comment to keep things easy to track! You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, just drop something simple like ✨ in it and I'll know that means ya voted for it. :) (I'll be checking to make sure people didn't vote on the same comment more than once! But you can vote for multiple ideas <3)

If this wins/has enough interest, I'll choose the most popular suggestion! Depending on what suggestion wins, I may actually do BOTH that suggestion and the winning/2nd place option on the poll!!!! ( Woah 2 for one what :O )

My choice 💥💥💥: I typically don't like making choices actually, but in the case y'all are indecisive I will step up ✨✨✨ If this wins, I'll likely choose whatever sounds best to me in that moment hehehe, you'll never be 100% sure what I'll do >:)

Moon's bald and we love him for it: Oh yeah we do! <3 This is just a joke option to let people who don't want to vote to see the results. If this wins... Uh... We'll go for the 2nd place vote! And also I'll add a bald Moon doodle as a bonus goodie. (I'm so good at making incentives to get people to vote, I know I know ✨✨✨)

Thanks again for all the love guys!!! This fandom has been so good to me and I cannot thank y'all enough for making it as awesome and welcoming as it has been! <333

[ardentpoop]

dean directly to the audience constantly: I lie sometimes hehe. lying is fun. lying is good. what’s a little lie between brothers. behind every real man’s well-protected family is a sweet sweet lie. lie to that bitch she doesn’t share our blood pact. have you considered lying your way out. I think I deserve a little Lie To Sam as a treat.

the audience: I know he winked and grinned and rubbed his hands together nefariously when he said it but I really think dean meant it for real this time and every other time also. source: I felt a gentle stirring in my breast when I gazed into his sparkling green eyes marred by the burden of the one-man war raging within him </3

meanwhile also dean: sammy how fucking DARE YOU betray my trust by not confessing your every vulnerability to me as soon as you’re aware of them. I CANNOT BELIEVE you would do this to me.

the audience: so true dean!!!!! Selfish Sammy strikes again!!!!

[tohruies]

ALMOST FRIDAY. goob night and goob morning and goob afternoon bffs :-) love you 💞💘💝💗💕💝 it is dangerous to go alone, so pompom will keep you safe :3 he has lucky clover 🍀 to banish evil and yucky thoughts

coco's gratitude journal entry for today ( ´･･)ﾉ(._.`) no need to read, it's just for me!!! ♡

1. a dear friend is back on tumblr!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥺 am so happy to see them waaahh... i hope our other friends will follow along and come back home soon too T^T wishing for it with all my heart~

2. thankful to be able to eat and drink, as always hehe... i had a babybel today after so many years!! it's very fun to peel back the red strips and nibble on it straight out of the wax shell >v< it paired nicely with red grapes! yumza 😋

3. grateful for entropy!!! how the universe naturally moves towards disorder... i think there's a certain mercy in the way things don't last forever because it means that painful times can't last forever too ^__^;; things are always shifting and unraveling and i'm glad to be able to understand this and hold onto this promise and that there will always be something beautiful to find no matter where you look!!!!!

4. grateful for my friends on the toombz... grateful for the kindness and love they extend to everyone... grateful to be on the receiving end of their affections... grateful for all my darling creators who are so very brave to share their work online 💗 i will express my gratitude to you all properly soon. joke bear smiling up at you.... /nefarious /devious /scheming weasel by kevin macleod

5. grateful for the undergrad in my lab who let me cry and cry and cry in front of him... aiaksjfdk i am still so embarrassed by it T/////T but i am glad that there are people in this world who are kind enough to notice and care for those with a penchant to neglect themselves ;w;

6. i got my poster printed for the conference next week!!!! i'm grateful that grad students get free printing, otherwise i would have had to part with a hefty chunk of monies which i have been saving for comms uwah. very excited to pick it up tomorrow and see it in full... my graphs are tabico and yaoco colours!!!!!!! 🥺🥺 it's a tiny detail but it makes my heart happy hehe ^V^ i will do my best to present our research well!!! (ง •̀ᴗ•́)ง 

[14dayswithyou]

Where are we sitting, angels? ✈️

[copia]

Get to Know Your Mutuals! tagged by @circle--of--confusion, tysm!! <3 (sorry it took me a while to do this)

what's the origin of your username? ...hehe (this one is obvious but my main is the name of a mediocre torchwood episode)

OTP(s) + shipname: not big into shipping tbh - for ghost i'll pick a ghoul who serves my nefarious purposes with the papa of the hour lmao

favourite colour: blue :3

song stuck in my head: do i have to say it (satanized!!!!!!!!)

weirdest habit/trait: i've got autism so weird traits are my diagnosis :/ i really enjoy getting piercings or blood tests/vaccinations which is apparently odd, and i'm so un-squeamish that it worries my mother

hobbies: besides yapping on the internet and looking at copia images (and writing/editing) i play piano and do muay thai! both are kind of difficult to access atm (there's only one piano on campus and my gym takes an hour to get to). i occasionally do western boxing too and have sailed a lot (dinghies & the odd yacht) but that's an impossibility with my current financial/academic situation

if you work, what's your profession? full time student atm, studying biomed engineering (electronics). i'm in my final year and am struggling. planning a potential career change to vet med but that'll have to be after a bit of work (& probably getting more lab experience)

if you could have any job you wish what would you have? vet!!! i'm back to where I was at 5 years old with that one. bad work experience put me off pursuing it straight out of school but i was an idiot 16 year old when i made that decision, and also didn't see a future for myself. i can see one now and i know what's right for it :D i'll be applying for accelerated grad courses next year if they'll accept my biomed (cough electronic cough engineering) degree for that

something you're good at: maths

something you hate: embedded programming and machine learning and signal processing and matlab and eagle pcb design oh my god dont get me started

something you collect: i don't collect anything but i do own 3 copies of the three musketeers. and i'll reach 4 i'm not messing around

something you forget: not much, not even nights out. i have autism

your love language: idk what counts as a love language tbh. i like being helpful or giving people things or generally doing something that makes them happy. but ig that's just what love is as a whole

favourite movies/shows: hannibal!!

favourite food: was rømmegrøt when i could still eat/access it but my current fav is laoganma chilli in oil ... laoganma BELOVED (my housemate gave me a cushion with laoganma printed on it with the corresponding maritime letter flags because she knows me very well)

favourite animal: my cat tommy (16yrs in these photos. isn't he stunning)

what were you like as a child? autistic

favourite subject in school: english!

least favourite subject: german, because it wasn't taught well (like any mfl in uk state schools from my experience) and nobody took it seriously

what's your best character trait? this one got me thinking because idk. but i think i'm very non-judgemental. got the mindset 'all people are people' to an extreme

what's your worst character trait? i can get quite jealous, and not to be tmi but the emotional dysregulation is bad. won't elaborate 😭

if you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? also a bit tmi but i'd love for my father to be a real one sometimes

if you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? the set of great-grandparents on my mother's side who i never got to meet :') they were my mum's real parents and i think i would have loved them

tagging (no pressure as per usual and i'm sorry if anyone here has already been tagged!)-- @unsettlingcreature @watertankafternoon @vpyre @delullu @lilspacewolfie @dolceterzo @sadistic-cardinal :3

[cowcowwow]

COWCOW ON MY DASHEDBOARD!!!! I must perform detective work to decide if it was the nefarious queueueue or not...

HEHEE!!!

It was me >:3 but I fell asleep immediately afterwards so it may as well been the queue FGDB <333

HOW'S IT GOIN? :D

[glassjoeandgreattigersssimp]

~I'm opening up Punch Out roleplays!!~

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Yep, y'all heard me. As someone who loves writing and roleplays, I will officially be opening up roleplays! You can play as your OCs, self inserts, etc. alongside any roleplay starter I list below (or your very own!) Ofc I'm going to be using my AU of the characters (as seen pinned to my profile) in order to play as said characters (mainly from the Wii version of PO).

Rules:

- No racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, etc.

- Please engage! Write at least 2 sentences per response so I'm not just role-playing by myself ;-;

- I will do nsfw/f*tish roleplays (I'm an adult after all) buuuut you need to NOT be a minor + you need my permission

- OC/self insert x canon roleplays are allowed!

- Please let me know if anything I write makes you feel uncomfortable (I'm autistic lmao idk when I cross boundaries)

- Have fun!!

I tend to use a variety of different roleplay styles, typically script-style and standard, but you can use any style you'd like! ^^ Anyways, with all that said and done, let's go over some roleplay starters!

Starters:

Starter 1: The new boxer in town!

"You/OC has recently moved to NYC in order to participate in the rising boxing league, the World Video Boxing Association! You came from *insert country/state here* and are excited to meet your new co-workers. The first night of your job sees you invited to a small welcoming party held at the WVBA gym near where you live."

Starter 2: The mysterious anomaly!

"You and the other boxers find each other stuck inside the WVBA gym during a thunderstorm. The power is out, and everyone is stuck hanging around the locker rooms. After Bear Hugger tells everyone a spooky story about "The anomaly" (see AU for details), everyone is placed on edge for the night, as everyone quickly realized that all the exits of the WVBA have been blocked off. What will you do?"

Starter 3: WVBA Anniversary vacation!

"Tomorrow morning is the 30th anniversary of the WVBA, and the network higher-ups have offered to take the boxers on a little fun trip to commemorate the occasion. But the boxers have to vote on what to do... should they cruise to an exotic island? Go to a fun theme park for a day? The choice is anyone's suggestion... perhaps yours!"

Starter 4: Uncovering Dreamland!

"After overcoming Lil Mac and Mr. Sandman and becoming the pound for pound champion of the WVBA, you get a special invitation to have dinner with the CEO of the WVBA (and the network)... Mr. Dream! Will you uncover something nefarious about the millionaire CEO? Who's to say..."

Starter 5: Box-con!

"Box-con is an annual event where the WVBA brings all of its boxers together at a special event (similar to comic con, but for boxers). All the boxers ever featured on the WVBA (which means the SPO boxers) are attending. Who knows what may transpire?"

Starter 6 (oc/self insert x headcanon only): The secret admirer!

*insert love interest here* has been on your mind the moment you two have met... after a difficult match, your love interest is exhausted and beaten down. You decide to help them... and possibly ask them out or such. Either of you could take the helm! (NSFW is allowed)."

Starter 7: WVBA World Tour!

"The WVBA is airing a brand new special, involving matches taking place in each boxers home country! From Paris, France to California, you join the boxers as they each reconnect with their roots and family's, all filled with drama and heart before the tour brings your OC/self insert to their native country."

Starter 8: The new trainer!

"You've been employed by Mr. Dream himself to become a personal, dotting trainer for all the boxers. Your goal as a trainer is to support and help each boxer prepare for their fights against one another, and to just look after their wellbeing in general. You'll learn about each boxers, their past, their fighting style, etc. You may even fall for one of them, hehe~"

(I might post more starters in the future!)

[kings-highway]

Not an ask but i really love how in most of your stories, daichi goes through the most painful torturous suffering -- and its mostly just bad luck and not the work of some nefarious villian. in time enough to risk it all, daichi's timeloop is merely by chance. he just so happens to have been the unlucky one in the time loop. in floor 4, he's the one who falls through the floor because he happened to be the last captain to enter the roof (although that was also a product of his leadership and selflessness). i just think its so fitting because daichi as a character is so unlikely to be targetted by anyone -- his importance is mostly overlooked and his personality is blander compared to his more energetic teammates. i dont know if this was intentional or anything but i just wanted to mention it hehe

Aaahhh what a lovely observation anon <3 while you hit the nail on the head with the fact that Daichi is simply unlikely to be targeted by anyone (because I like at least moderate canon compliance for my disaster fics so literally why would anyone target him) and this is a huge factor into my outlining, I will take a moment to talk about the half of this that is not motivated by characters!

And that, mostly, comes down to two things about my preference for disaster stories and stories of suffering.

1) If there is a person making the bad things happen, or if the main character is being targeted, you are unable to escape the narrative necessity to address the concept of justice. It frames the MC's suffering as "unfair," "immoral," or makes them a "victim," in a way that later requires them to triumph over someone more than just survive. It makes the characters suffering a part of commentary about power dynamics, evil vs. good, etc. and that's not the story I want to write. I want the story to be about the survival. I want the story to be screaming and crying and thrashing around and in pain without having to suddenly take the reader aside and be like "ah yes, this is a complex villain with a unique sense of entitlement, cruelty, etc, here is a human making these choices consider what their motives are?"

- sidebar, this is why, despite the villain of American Summer being a human man, the final confrontation is framed as Man vs. Beast with Daichi taking on the role of the Bear. I did not give one flying fuck about Adam being developed into a Daichi-focused villain, he is merely as coincidental to the story as any natural disaster would be.

2) I like Man vs. Nature stories! Remember your high school English classes and all those types of conflicts? I tend to stay in the Man vs. Nature, Man vs. Self and Man vs. Society camps. Man vs. Man is merely less interesting to me because I find the triumph over the crushing weight of a Mother Nature that wants to devour you far more appealing. For all the reasons listed in part 1.

- Sidebar, obv. i do love a good Man v. Man story. "The End" includes a lot of distinct villains, and I have a lot of fun writing Ittou and Kubo and all them, but they serve the story in their cases and are not really what the story is about. Plus a lot of those are used as foils for father figures, generational trauma or power imbalances rather than they just hate Daichi specifically.

To sum it up, I like to write stories that push as much mental anguish onto characters, but I specifically love the mental anguish of overcoming unflinching, unfeeling irrational tragedy via unbreakable willpower, grit, and determination alone. There's no fun if a fit, 18 year old athlete beats a guy in a fist fight. But watching him drag himself back up to his feet because if he doesnt keep walking, nobody will find his body? Yes please.

I don't need a story with a real good villain. I like a hero who's unbreakable. And they are not mutually exclusive, but you tend to find them more outside of Man v Man.

[luckyyyduckyyy]

Ahhhhhhrrggg yap yap yap yap, hi :). I just woke up late and I’m here to cause chaos. My question is… what are some songs you listen to while you do other things? Annnnd what DCA AU has captured your brain with the most brain rot. (Hope you’re having a good day/evening/night.)

A happy yap yap yap to you too hehe! Elloooo :333

My friend... You're opening a can of worms with that music question >:3

Rubbing my hands nefariously like a FLY

I am a massive KGLW fan and I hyperfixate on the band SO BAD. I DO listen to other songs not by them, but recently its been JUST them.

I went from listening to their album B741 for almost straight 9 weeks, to a small break bouncing between all their albums, to having spent about a week straight now listening to their LIVE Miami '24 set constantly. (I was at that concert!!! It's awesome to relive it in my head. I think I can even hear my cheers at times -- though that may just be the wishful thinking lol, I definitely wasn't the only woman near the stage.)

Here's some of my favorite songs from both albums if you're curious, I am always happy to talk about KGLW :3 (They'll be below the break since Tumblr makes them GIGANTIC oml)

As for AUs... @/paranoidactivityau in general just popped out of nowhere and slapped me into heaven. It's such a good concept and that art is IMMACULATE ughhhh leave it to 8um8le to create amazing characters. I was so intrigued by their Sun, charmed by their puppet Moon, but then floored by their Eclipse. Paranoid Activity Eclipse save me.... I wanna make fan art of him so bad but I need to finish other stuff first...

As for my own AUs, the brain rot likes to be passed around like a hot potato, it almost changes daily what one I'm focused on. The most recent is the Royal AU for obvious reasons, I spent so long brainstorming for it lol, but the broken and somewhat scary Eclipse I hinted at here likes to take up a lot of space in my mind. I'll call it the MOTU AU for now since it's heavily based upon the story of an album that goes by the same name, Murder of The Universe. (By, you guessed it, KGLW lololol) This technically means my Bones fic/AU has also been on my mind, because the Moon from there will somewhat show up in this AU! Ya gotta love to see it when Oneshots worm their way into something else. :3

Hehehehehe thank you for asking! I am currently having a good afternoon, and it's made even better being able to yap about my interests hehe <333

A good timezone to you too Lemmones! Keep causing chaos :3

The songs get loud at times, especially the lives, so just a quick heads up. The Live was a rock/metal live so they made their songs extra gravely <3