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what was the first fandom that you roleplayed within? & what are your top five fandoms to RP within?

number 5 ... what are your top five fandoms to RP within?

oh, gosh, that's a tough question (at least, in my personal opinion). lemme be real, i've been within SO many fandoms that i've lost count - what hyperfixation does to you, y'know?

if i have to choose, however, i think this would be my list (this is about to get long, bc i can't shut the fuck up, so i apologize in advance) ...

RESIDENT EVIL. while my time with this particular RPC was brief, i have to put RE first 'cuz from my experience, i've had the most fun time there, ever! back in 2019, i made a blog for steve - an underappreciated character who deserves more attention but capcom keeps cucking me - fearing that i'd be booted out for writing someone the fandom isn't keen on. imagine my surprise when i ended up not only receiving appreciation for the effort i put for this dude, but ALSO having a select few telling me i changed their opinion on steve! i still feel giddy whenever i remember those times, ngl. oh, and i've met few friends whom i'm really close with and in contact with, to this day, so yeah ... i had a wonderful time in this fandom.

DANGANRONPA. okay, so ... i'm only putting DR second mostly cuz i was in this RPC the longest (about 6-7 years) so y'know, i have a LOT of memories from that time. some of them are bad - i've seen and been through a lot, lemme tell you - but there's also the good, which i try to remember more of. i've met some of my longtime friends there, whom i still talk to in present times, and had a lot of fun building up on my portrayals of characters i wrote (and still do). my most written one, however, was mondo ... lord, i've written and yapped about this mf so much that i've been dubbed "mama oowada" (still makes me chuckle a lil cuz #nostalgia). regardless of the games not aging well, i still hold them dear to my heart, as well as the good memories i made in this fandom.

HOYOVERSE. gotta put these damned gacha games third, cuz' they STILL ruin my life with their characters. although the fandom has a lot of ... rotten apples, shall we say, i still have quite a lot of fun with the hoyo muses i write. although as of right now, i'm mostly focused on H/SR, when it comes to roleplaying, since uh ... yeah, i'mma be real, i've long lost interest in g/enshin. i still have muses from g/enshin, but they are mostly written based off of past events and my own interpretation of them. still have fun writing when i can, though!

TWISTED WONDERLAND. ah yes, the didney game with didney villains as anime boys - we love to see that! this is another fandom which also has it's rotten apples (keeping it real here, gamers), but i still manage to have fun writing my silly fellas AND oc's for this particular fandom! additionally, i probably made the most crossovers-ish with the muses i write in this RPC - like silver with his gen/shin and HS/R verses, for example - as well as come up with unique oc's that fit this game's aesthetics. overall... just trying to find fun in the chaos that is this fandom, LOL.

KINGDOM HEARTS. alrighty, soooo, i haven't EXACTLY been involved in the RPC, per se - seeing that i've yet to actually write the muses from this messy franchise, ahems - BUT, speaking from extensive plotting i did for my girl here, for this verse? VERY FUN, imo! the lore and timeline for these games are a fucking mess, so i just took it with a "go get 'em" attitude and have fun with creating something unique yet somewhat cohesive enough to write with others! i should indulge more in this RPC, honestly, but so far, fun time writing in this fandom .. at least for my oc.

again, i am so sorry this got long... i had a LOT to yap about. X.X

number 12 ... what was the first fandom that you roleplayed within?

oh dear lord, are we talking the first fandom on THIS SITE, or like ... the ACTUAL first fandom?

i'll assume it's the latter, 'cuz i first begun when i was a wee lass ... about 12 or so, in SONIC fandom! i had an OC (yes, i had one of those "overly edgy" OCs) and i remember writing shippy stuff in private DMs. as for where i first started roleplaying, it was on ... *sighs* ... deviantart. don't even ask me what kinda unhinged shit i've seen on there.

i don't really remember much of it, but i know damn well i wrote cringy shit. besides that, though, i also drew and posted a LOT of shadamy fanart on my account, cuz' i shipped them hard (i still do, LMAO).

a mun ask ... accepting!

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yippe for auburn writing twst again 🥳🥳

what about leona x male reader who gets headaches and migraines a lot (suffering through a headache rn -_-) also sry if its kinda lame i like never know what to request for writing requests lmao

SUMMARY: leona doesn't tolerate any interruptions when you're hurting.

COMMENTS: its not lame :(( dont say that about your request loser i'll whack u on the head with a leona plush

ALSO please have mercy if this is ooc i always had trouble writing for leona and now im rusty :(( i am so sorry if i do your man wrong I TRIED MY BEST I SWEAR

Leona isn’t heartless. He may seem like that to people outside of Savanaclaw, to people who don’t understand him, but ultimately he cares a whole lot for the people who worm their way into his heart.

You have a headache? He’s sending Ruggie for a cool, wet cloth to put on your forehead, he’s shutting all the curtains in his room to make it as dark as possible, and he’s curling up next to you.

If anyone aside from Ruggie knocks on the door, Leona will hiss at them to leave you alone. They get the message after a deep “leave him the fuck alone” passes through the door. Sevens forbid anyone knocks too loud, he’ll bite their tail off for disturbing you.

If you need medication for a migraine, Leona will be on that so fast. Only the best for his boyfriend! (And by that, of course, I mean he will send Ruggie for it and check to make sure it’s exactly what you need.)

Ruggie can pretend to be offended all he wants (“What, you don’t think I checked his medication myself?”) but he knows Leona just cares about you. He knows better than to tease though...he’d like to keep his tail, thank you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say you having a headache or migraine makes Leona grumpier. It makes you smile just a little bit—he cares so much about you and it really shows.

If he catches you smiling he will point it out, mind you. He may make a snide comment or too, but he always has his signature smirk on his face so you know he isn’t serious.

He makes sure you stay in bed—he doesn’t need you walking around and hurting yourself because he got dizzy or being assaulted by the bright lights and noises of the lounge outside. So he’ll throw his tail over you and sleep, holding you until you feel better.

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off-air | isekko

iso/gekko (valorant) tags: love confessions, domestic fluff, feelings realization, snuggling & cuddling, might be ooc, cross-posted on ao3

synopsis: while iso is trying to blow off some steam after a stressful day, gekko texts him. fifteen minutes later, he's in his best friend's room on wash day. bonding ensues.

sfw. 5.1k words.

notes: - most of this was written at 3-5 am, so if you see any grammatical errors, *no you didn't.* - iso and gekko have a pre-existing friendship; a close one at that! they have platonically held hands, hugged, all of that while trying to break iso out of his shell :) - sorry if it's out of character - i also wrote this while listening to iso and gekko's canonical spotify playlists, along with the isekko playlist made by lili on spotify! - the name of this fic in my documents is "The Oneshot Where Iso and Gekko Confess Over A Bathtub On A Random Tuesday" hahaha

STOKYO DRIFT, Cemetary Drive I said I’m ready to cash out I said I’m ready to– I said I’m ready to– I said I’m ready to–

Iso exhales.

Just a round at the Range. It’s that simple. Blow off some steam, Zhao Yu.

It’s that simple. No strings attached. It was just him, his Raging Hunter (which he customized with the help of Raze just a while back– she helped everyone with it at one point, and Iso was on her supposed list of clientele), and a bunch of robot dummies.

Truth be told, Iso didn’t even know why he was here. In recent meetings with Sage, he found himself sitting across from her in her own bed, talking about the nightmares he experiences on the daily. The gunfire, the blood, the flashes of violet.

Especially the gunfire.

Yet here he was, Raging Hunter in his hand, doing the one thing he knows how to do in a last-ditch effort to calm himself down. He pulls back the hammer with his thumb, exhaling as he flicks his arm towards the ‘start’ button, squeezing the trigger ever so slightly–

Bzzt.

What.

Iso tries to ignore the buzzing in his front pocket, gently vibrating against his side. He steadies his aim, but it buzzes again, and he sighs, holstering his Raging Hunter, and pulling out his phone.

SECURE SERVER_VAL.VP // PRIVATE MESSAGE: GEKKO-ISO

GEKKO [15:41 UTC]

yo yo yo can u help me clean wings ?

Iso blinks.

You have to send five back-to-back texts to get that point across?

ISO [15:42 UTC]

Why so sudden ?

GEKKO [15:42 UTC]

yk how he gets and he likes u Hes fussing so fuckin bad rn holy shit

[SYSTEM] Gekko sent an image. [A 0.5x photo. Gekko looks disgruntled at the camera. He’s in a black shirt, and you can see Wingman crawling out of the tub.]

Iso almost laughs.

ISO [15:42 UTC]

Let me clean up. Ill be there in 15

GEKKO [15:43 UTC]

THANK YOU DUDE I was going actually crazy you are like a life saver

ISO [15:42 UTC]

👍

Thumbs-up? Thumbs-up?

Holy shit.

Iso unholsters his sidearm, putting on the safety as he makes his way to the teleporter, walking through it with a shudder (he’ll never get used to it) and making another healthy stride toward the locker room. He passes Omen’s desk, glancing at his bonsai tree left with a refilled watering can as he puts four of his fingers on the handle, the fingerprint scanner whirring and clicking the locker open with a little green light. Iso puts away his gun in the tiny mold left in the back part of the locker.

On the little hanger for his mission outfit, he has a woven bracelet Gekko made him a few weeks prior; red, purple, white, and black in nature. He took it off before training. It means quite a bit to him, and he would hate to mess it up.

He goes to close his locker, looking at it for a moment, hesitating, then closing it.

He was going to help bathe Wingman– he doesn’t want to get it dirty.

Iso’s sneakers pitter against the floor, narrow steps suddenly growing heavy as he approached Gekko’s door. He knocks, putting his hands in his pockets immediately after.

Gekko doesn’t seem to notice, as Iso hears small Spanish curse words leave his lips behind the muffled door. Iso shrugs, pushing the sliding door open with a small huff. He closes it behind him and walks towards Gekko’s bathroom door, generously left open for his incoming guest.

The sight is comedic. Wingman is hurdled over his owner’s shoulder, trying to squirm his way out of Gekko’s grip, both hands reaching outward like a baby trying to reach something. Gekko has his hands on Wingman’s chubby jelly sides, holding him back with an iron grip. Wingman suddenly falls limp at the sight of Iso, except for the grabby hands that continue. Gekko turns around, confused.

“Oh, shit, you’re here.” His eyes widen, letting go of Wingman. He hops down to climb Iso like a jungle gym, and Iso picks him up before his pants get any soap on them, walking over to the tub once again, and placing Wingman in.

“Let me take off my jacket. I can’t really help with all this stuff on–” Iso says, turning on his heel. Gekko gives him an acknowledging ‘aight’ and very gently scolds Wingman to stay.

Iso walks to Gekko’s bed (his radivore sling was notably discarded on the bed— a pair of eyes look at him) tugging his hoodie over his head. He neatly lies it on the end of Gekko’s bed, having done so quite a few times before (Gekko often called Iso up for a friendly hangout that consisted of Iso knocking out a few hours into their gaming sessions). He looks at the gloves on his hands, removing them with the tiniest bit of clamminess.

He feels weird without them.

He tucks them into the pockets of the hoodie, sliding over to Gekko’s post, and kneeling on the bathmat. Wingman looks up at Iso expectantly. “I’ve never… washed a radivore before.”

“All good. It’s pretty damn simple if you ask me. Just lather the little guy up with some soap until he’s extra squeaky clean. It’s the same for the rest of my crew.” Gekko explains, handing Iso the soap along with a little glove with bristles. Gekko has one on his non-dominant hand. “And you literally can’t mess this up. Bro loves you.”

Iso nods, taking it. “Pfft, I hope so,” he responds, feeling the warm water against his one bare hand.

He’s not particularly used to having his gloves off. Sure, he takes them off when he has to, but otherwise, they stay on. He feels practically naked without them. The same goes for his headphones. His little earbuds are in his ears, playing music low enough to the point where he can still understand what Gekko is saying.

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Gekko watches as Iso puts on the glove. He places his bare hand to hold Wingman gently as Iso puts a generous amount of soap on the garment, lathering it on Wingman’s jelly head. He watches attentively, folding his arms on the edge of the bathtub to rest his head in. Gekko takes in the sight in front of him; Iso, in his bathroom, washing his little buddy with all of the benignity in the world.

Iso glances toward Gekko, a small huff leaving his lips, “So you called me here to do your dirty work for you?”

“No, I called you here to be Wingman’s .. uhh, social … buffer. He likes you. I’m using my resources to my advantage! Boom.” Gekko moves his hands to the best of his ability despite resting on them– his animated self refuses to go unseen even in a moment of exhaustion. “He’s been fussy all day,” Gekko reaches his gloved hand to lather some soap on the radivore’s back, “but the second you show up,” a short breath, “se convierte en un angelito.”

Iso understood ‘convierte’ and ‘angelito’ when placed together. He assumed from context clues… “He turns into an angel.”

He stifles a laugh.

…

“Hey,”

Gekko blinks, “What’s good?”

“I’ve been wanting to ask–” he keeps his gaze on Wingman, but he can feel Gekko staring him down, “–we never exchanged names. Of course, we have our callsigns, but … that’s different. I just feel since we’ve been hanging out so often we should refer to each other as something more … uh, friendlier than … Gekko. Or Iso.”

“Oh?” Gekko furrows his brows, running his bare hand through his prickly green hair, “Damn, you’re right,”

It was… odd, admittedly, but, when he really thought about it, Iso was right. How many weeks has it been? Hell, it’s probably been a bit more than a few months. He’s been hanging out with this guy almost non-stop and yet, they don’t know each other’s actual names.

Iso knocks him free from his thoughts. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“No, no, I’m so down. Just, how do we like, go about this? Like… yo, man, my name is blah, blah, blah.”

 Iso offers a playful smile, “Rock, paper, scissors for it?” he asks, swatting his bare hand in the air to remove excess droplets, drying it to the best of his ability. “If I lose, I go first. And vice versa.” He holds his fist out to indicate the beginning of the game.

Gekko laughs, a small grin on his face as he puts his fist up. “Oh, you’re on.”

“Aight– rock, paper, scissors, shoot–!”

Iso plays paper.

Gekko plays scissors. “Tough luck.”

Iso lets out a small laugh, returning to washing Wingman. He keeps his gaze on the radivore, feeling Gekko’s eyes burn into him like fire.

“My full name is Li Zhao Yu.” Iso makes sure to accentuate every letter.

“Li … Zhao Yu,” Gekko repeats it back to him, getting a few of the syllables wrong, but Iso is quick to correct him— gently, of course.

“Shit, that’s cool. So, it’d be just Zhao Yu, right?” He asks after the mild training, lifting his head up from the side of the tub, holding himself up by his chin.

“Yeah, basically.” Iso shrugs, returning to washing Wingman.

“Yo, could I mash those together? I think that’d be a pretty sick nickname,” before Iso could say anything, Gekko spits out, “Zhayu. It’s like, not even that different, but, it sounds cool as fuck, right?”

Iso looks at Gekko, eyes wide.

“I don’t have to use it if you don’t wanna—“

“No,” Iso says almost immediately, “I mean— no, I like it. I just haven’t had someone give me a nickname in— I don’t know— forever,” Iso admits with a small laugh, rinsing Wingman. “It’s nice. I like it.”

Gekko lets out the tiniest sigh of relief, “Good. I didn’t wanna like, overstep.”

Iso nods followed by a small hum of acknowledgement. “It’s your turn.”

“Oh, yeah— we doin’ full names, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Oh man,” Gekko says between a laugh, pushing himself to sit up straight. He reaches over for the towel on the counter, holding it and awaiting Iso to hold him up, clearing his throat, “My full, legal, name is Mateo Armendáriz De la Fuente.”

“… what.”

Gekko laughs even harder than last time, “Dude, that’s why I asked. It’s kind of a mouthful.” He bites back a laugh, “You can just call me Mateo.”

“Mateo … Armen—what? Woah, you’re right,” Iso says with a tiny laugh punctuating the end of his sentence, “if you think you butchered my name, I wouldn’t even know where to begin with yours.”

He then realizes the meaning behind his words, quick to defend himself, “I’m not saying your name is weird or anything— it’s just hard for me to pronounce— or uh, remember, in that sense.”

“Maybe I should just stick to Mateo.”

Gekko laughs, thankfully.

“I’ll learn your full name, trust me,” Iso says, drying off Wingman like a little baby.

“I know, man.”

“But, now that I’m looking at you… you really do strike me as a Mateo.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gekko raises a brow, a little smile on his lips.

“Oh— nothing, it just— makes sense?” Iso quickly explains, not wanting to offend.

“Dude, you’re chill. I’m just playin’.”

Iso blinks, turning back to Wingman. “One more thing,”

“Yeah?”

“Where did your crew’s names come from?” Iso asks out of the blue, holding Wingman up in the air next to his head, making him face Gekko with him.

“Honestly, most of them kinda just … came to me,” Gekko admits, not having an exact answer. “I kinda named them based on their whole ability thing—? I dunno how to explain it.”

“Dizzy has that plasma thing— and guess what! Makes people dizzy. Get it?” He shrugs, “Wingman’s kinda self-explanatory. He’s my wingman.”

“Then, uh, Thrash. She was kind of the more aggressive outta-all of them? And if we’re goin’ back to the whole ability-based-name-thing, Mosh seems pretty self-explanatory too, yeah?”

“I guess— makes more sense now,” Iso shrugs. “And that’s pretty cu—“

Cool.

“— cu-ool,” Iso catches himself, making a weird new word in trying to save himself from that embarrassment.

He quickly holds up Wingman for Gekko to dry, and lest Iso’s anticipations, Gekko doesn’t take Wingman from his hands, just running the towel on Wingman to dry him off.

Iso feels Gekko’s hands against his, hindered by the towel between them as he holds Wingman while Gekko pats him down to dry the little guy. A tiny rosyness creeps up to the round of Iso’s cheeks as he watches Gekko’s hands, hyper-aware of the fact that they would be touching if it weren’t for the towel working as a barrier.

Iso looks away, tapping his finger on Wingman as gently as he can to the beat of the song playing in his earbuds.

Gekko’s eyes flick up to Iso midway through the task, and he smiles. Gekko smiles up at Iso and he returns it without a second thought.

“Yo, you’re all red, amigo.”

No fucking way.

“Há? No, am I? I’m not, no, it’s just the light, no?” Iso sprints through his words, looking at Gekko everywhere but his eyes. He utters a curse in Chinese, tilting his head away in an effort to hide his supposed blush. “Sorry.”

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“Pfft,” Gekko lets out the tiniest giggle, “It’s aight.”

Iso comes back to reality when Wingman shimmies out of his grip, running back to the harness on Gekko’s bed. He almost begs the little radivore to stay– to save him from this terrible situation. He thinks he could die.

Instead, Iso looks at the radivore harness like a broken man, and Gekko laughs even harder, forcing Iso to get up.

“I’m grabbing my hoodie.” He announces, shuffling towards the bed.

“Oh, come on– I don’t mean to tease–”

Iso rolls his eyes, falling onto Gekko’s bed, face first. He grabs his hoodie– gently pushing Gekko’s harness out of the way– now pulling the pull-over up under his chin as a pillow. 

He didn’t want to believe he was in love with his best friend, but Iso knew he was too far gone to even deny it anymore. The way Gekko laughed, the way he teased him, the jokes he made, and the considerate things he did for him, whether it be making little woven bracelets or buying him Boba whenever he went out— that was all casual, right? It had to be.

Gekko walks out– Iso doesn’t notice– and sits near the headboard, looking down at him with yet another teasing grin. It’s fucking lethal.

Then, with that smile, Iso realizes.

Of fucking course it wasn’t.

Iso averts his gaze, jaw dropped as he came to that realization.

“Relax, bro. You’re gonna pop a blood vessel.” He hears Gekko say.

Iso shoves his face into his hoodie. There’s silence until Gekko asks the burning question,

“Were you going to say that it was cute, or am I crazy?”

Iso groans. “Do we really– do we really have to talk about this now??” He says with half of his speech muffled as he finally peeks up from his hoodie, blush flaring into his pale skin.

“I mean, you’ve slipped up a lot like that before. I dunno why you’re tweakin’ right now,” Gekko shrugs.

That sentence makes Iso’s heart drop.

“I’ve what.”

Gekko looks at Iso and is met with a beautiful picture; he’s resting on his bed (his!) and his eyes are a bright violet, looking at Gekko with a wide expression. If Gekko could peer into his mind, he’d only find that Iso is so embarrassed that he might as well have been stripped bare in public– but despite all of it, he finds Iso sprawled like this endearing. It’s hilarious, even– how did Iso not notice Gekko noticing all of the little moments? The stolen glances, the lingering touches, the late-night talks– Gekko almost laughs at his obliviousness.

The silence is almost suffocating, so Gekko begins, “Zhayu,” a breath, “you’re not as slick as you think.”

Gekko looks at Iso’s hands, and they’re balled into tight fists, and when he looks into those raging violet eyes again, they’re twitching.

“And…” Iso sounds out of breath, “You never told me?!”

Gekko blinks. Then he howls.

“No! Don’t laugh–!“ Iso pushes himself up, kneeling on the bed in a position that would definitely make his feet numb later, “Gekk– Mateo. How long? And— just how many times have I slipped up like this around you?” Iso curses just a few seconds after the delivery of that sentence, running a hand through his hair, forehead moist.

Gekko sits up straight, adjusting his sitting stance into crisscrossed, looking away as he puckers his lips, drumming his hands on his thighs, “Man, you know… like… was I supposed to count?”

Iso’s eyebrows drop.

“Mateo, I will strangle you right here, right now.” Iso threatens, but his hands don’t move from his knees. Gekko looks at him with a dubious look, and Iso realizes he isn’t exactly feeding into the whole ‘fear factor’ of it. He’s quick to lift up his hands in front of him and exaggerate the motion as if he’s moving Gekko’s head back and forth like a maraca.

It’s silent.

Then, it’s enough to make Gekko fall into a giggle fit. Then, Iso gets mad that he’s not taking his threat seriously. Then, Iso is so mad that he starts laughing. Hard.

He’s hurled over on his knees, holding his stomach as he falls onto his side, just next to Gekko’s knee, and his gut hurts. His gut hurts from laughing, and Iso realizes he’s laughing with no one better than Gekko himself. Iso cough-laughs, covering his mouth. Gekko is hitting himself with his fist, smack dab in the chest to stop himself from coughing. Iso remembers the little ‘I lowkey have asthma’ and one last laugh bubbles out from his throat.

He looks at where the woven bracelet Gekko made him a few weeks ago would be and imagines it; purple, white, red, and black, all woven together to create a sense of Iso in itself.

He feels naked. Yet the mirage reminds him that he would protect it with his life.

Gekko deflates, his arms lining up behind him to keep himself steady. His head falls to where Iso’s head is, then his unusually bare wrist.

“Where’s your bracelet?” He asks, reaching over, and tapping on the little pulse point where it would be. “I thought you liked it.”

“I didn’t want to mess it up when we cleaned Wingman,” Iso breathes, his voice tired.

Gekko hums.

Iso blinks.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” Iso says blankly, feeling Gekko’s fingers brush up against his wrist ever so slightly as he retreats them back to hold himself up. Iso’s fingers twitch with anticipation. He bites his lip softly, looking at Gekko’s surprisingly soft hands, despite them looking so rough.

Iso keeps half of his face in the sheets, left cheek squished up against the surface. He rests on the bed, getting comfortable with Gekko at his side, legs crossed and looking at him like he is a piece of valuable, fragile treasure and not the cold-hearted ‘Dead Lilac’ killer everyone made him out to be.

No, Iso corrects himself, not everyone. Me.

Iso is who makes himself out to be the Dead Lilac. He leaves that behind today; hopefully forever.

“And you’re mine, querido.” Gekko breathes, his foreign tongue slipping. Gekko registers what he said seconds later, quick to change the subject, “You look like a cat like this.”

Iso mumbles, “Querido? What does that…” But he gives up halfway through the question, mostly because he knows Gekko won’t tell him what it means. “A cat?” He instead asks, raising a brow. Gekko flicks his cheek, and he mumbles a small “ow” as soon as the stinging feeling occurs. “I’m not going to meow if that’s what you’re asking.”

A chuckle, “That sucks.”

“Ew, you want me to meow?” Iso feigns a laugh, hiding his full face in the sheets to muffle the tiny effervesce, before coming back to look up at Gekko. “You’re so weird, Mateo.”

“Hater.”

Iso sticks his tongue out, lifting his right arm to flick Gekko’s nose.

“Ow.”

Then it’s quiet. Iso hates quiet.

“Teo. I want to ask you something.”

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Gekko feels like he knows what’s coming. “Ask away.”

“Have you ever thought about …” Iso pauses, looking away to regain some of the composure that he lost as he began the sentence, “Have you ever thought about us? And what we are?” Iso exhales, unaware he is holding his breath. “Because I don’t know what we are at this very moment.”

Iso had avoided eye contact for so long. He brings himself to look at Gekko, and he looks at him the second the look in his best friend’s eyes alters.

“I have.” A deep breath, “Many times.”

“What do you think about? What are we?” Iso asks.

He quickly adds to the end, “To you?”

“I…” Gekko purses his lips, “Well, right now. We’re just homies, yeah?”

“At the moment … I’d say so.”

Iso looks at where the bracelet would be— a fond reminder of their camaraderie. Then he looks into Gekko’s eyes and finds the same unreadable look. He looks at Iso’s wrist with such fondness. Happiness. Content. A secret fourth thing. Iso finds comfort in it.

“What about everything else you’ve thought of?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Do you want to tell me?” Iso asks, avoiding Gekko’s gaze, and he realizes that their two hands are almost grazing— holding each other. Iso’s hand twitches again. “If so, yes.”

“Pfft,” Iso swears he sees a mischievous glint in Gekko’s eyes, “Least serious… uuh…”

“I’ve thought of kissing you.”

Iso’s face distorts, pursing his lips as he shoots up from his lying position. “Least serious?! That’s the most uncasual thing I can think of!” He almost shouts out of pure shock. He’s not angry, just confused.

Gekko belly laughs, his hand smacking onto his stomach to support himself, “I’m playin’! There’s stuff before that, tonto.”

Iso wants to smack him for messing with him like that. That thought is wiped when he sees the red against Gekko’s ears and he’s done for. Smitten.

“And… compared to other shit, I think that’s pretty tame.”

…

“You’re so gross.” Iso blurts out.

“What? You wanted the truth, so you got the truth,” Gekko holds his hands up in defense before falling next to him again, “and to give you the whole truth, if I were to tell you what I’m thinking now, it’d be... that… ay…” Gekko’s right hand returns to his face, covering his mouth and trailing down his jaw, “maybe there have been times I’ve thought about us– and not as what we said we were a few minutes ago.”

Iso understands those connotations. He looks in the middle of their laps, almost touching. He exhales.

“I would say that the thought is mutual.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” A pause, “... Yes.”

“Mateo, I—“ Iso purses his lips. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

“You welcomed me. Open arms. I don’t know if you… if you knew, but, you invited me anyway. I didn’t know if you were just like that with everyone, but– either way, you– you are just… perfect. I got to know you and I was like, how could anyone ever hate this guy? You’re everything, you’re all that there is right, and, wǒ qù, I can’t even fucking describe–” 

It’s hot. Then Iso realizes why.

Gekko leans in, pressing their lips together in a tender, soft embrace. Iso’s lips are the tiniest bit chapped against Gekko’s fairly soft ones, and he eats it all up. He relishes the feeling of his lips on Gekko’s— his best friend.

He stays like that for a hot minute, pulling away and looking at Gekko like a lost kitty who had found homage in him. He catches his breath.

“... I didn’t know how to shut you up–”

“Oh my God.” Iso smacks Gekko’s shoulder and in return, he pokes him in the side.

Iso jolts, letting out a quiet yelp— one that’s a bit out of character for his assassin background.

Then Gekko has a devious look on his face.

Was the fabled ‘Dead Lilac’ … ticklish?

Iso quickly covers his mouth in embarrassment, grip tightening as he realizes the noise he just let out. He looks at Gekko.

“No way.”

“No. It wasn’t anything. That wasn’t me, it was … Thrash—“ Iso quickly tries to back himself up, hand slipping from his mouth and immediately going to cover his sides as a last defense.

“Uh-huh. And where is Thrash?” He asks, nudging his head towards his harness as his hand reaches over to an exposed part of Iso’s side.

“Mateo!” Iso quickly scrambles away, rolling over to the other side of the bed, getting on his knees, and holding his left arm in front of him, creating distance between them as his right arm wraps around his own waist, trying to protect himself from an impending tickle attack.

“I will wrestle you on this bed and win.”

“I have little siblings and cousins. Fuckin’ bring it.”

And then he pounces.

The tickle match is full of empty threats, foreign curses, and lots of giggles. Too many. There was a cackle here and there, maybe even a snort. By the time it ended, Gekko fell from his place on top of Iso, lying next to him with a few laughter-filled coughs. Iso catches his breath.

“Mateo,”

A breathless “Yeah?”

“I wanna be your boyfriend.”

Iso’s headphones die.

A deep breath, “Can I?”

Iso stares at the ceiling. He notices Gekko is, too.

It’s quiet. So fucking quiet.

But Iso can handle it now.

Gekko is next to him, their arms are touching, and the silence isn't deafening for once. He feels the energy in the room and it doesn’t suffocate him, if anything, he’s breathing better.

“Yeah. I think I’d like that.”

Iso turns on his side. Gekko faces him.

Iso’s tired expression shifts into a happy, close-eyed smile as he tackles Gekko into a bear hug, invariably pushing him down onto the bed, putting his full body weight onto the poor guy, hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”

Gekko let out an involuntary gasp as Iso suddenly tackled him down onto the bed, nearly winding him as felt Iso’s full weight. He laughed softly, the air knocked out of him as he lay there under, returning the hug with equal enthusiasm, wrapping his arms around Iso and holding him tightly against his chest.

“Yeah, mi corazón,” he said softly, “Thank you.”

“Corazón,” Iso exhales against Gekko’s neck, pushing himself off from the top, “what does that mean?” He asks, breathing against Gekko’s chest, cheek squished against it. He holds him softer now, breathing in Gekko’s cologne.

“My heart,” Gekko says, a careful hand running up Iso’s clothed back, drawing small circles, “you are my heart, Zhao Yu.”

“If I am your heart,” he feels Gekko’s heartbeat against his cheek, “then, you are my treasure,” Iso smiles, “bǎo bèi.”

“Bǎo bèi…” he repeats sleepily, “mi tesoro.” Gekko breathes.

“I love it when you speak Spanish, Teo.” Iso says, nickname rolling off his tongue tiredly. “I don’t understand it, but it’s…” a huff, “nice.”

Gekko has a feeling he wanted to say something else, “Yeah?”

Iso realizes he’s fucking done for (again), “¿Te gusta cuando hablo español, mi tesoro?”

“Augh, stop it,” Iso rolls his eyes, pushing Gekko’s face back by his chin, looking away, laughing just a little bit. “You’re such a tease, sha bī.”

“Aww, is that another cute nickname?”

“No. I called you an idiot.”

“Oh. Chúpamela.” Gekko deadpans, flicking Iso’s forehead with little to no remorse.

Iso laughs and realizes that this is all he has ever wanted. This was bliss, and Iso has felt this way for as long as he was in Gekko’s presence. He moves ever so slightly, just so he can smell Gekko’s cologne, and his new boyfriend allows it. It smells of lemon zest with the faint undertones of green apple and vanilla. Iso swears that he can smell the tiniest bit of cedarwood. That combination with Gekko’s personal musk makes him dizzy. (Pun intended)

“You smell good.”

“You like my cologne? I wanted to try a new one.” Gekko says breathily, drumming the pads of his fingers on Iso’s back in a rhythmic pattern.

“I know. You smelled different.” Iso mumbles, inhaling. “I like this one better, though. The other one was too…” He thinks of a descriptor, “Smoky.”

“I used to layer two colognes,” Gekko admits, “The footnotes on it were tobacco, vanilla, then uhh… truffle, I think.”

“Too smoky.”

“It was a gift from Brimstone. I felt kinda bad,” He mumbled, “I’d feel better if he taught me how the hell he got his score so high in the video games in the basement.”

“You’re still trying to beat it?”

“Yeah.”

“… wait, you noticed that I changed my cologne?” Gekko blinks, looking down at Iso, who looks up to him bashfully.

“Maybe,” he exhales, adjusting his position to face away from Gekko, “it’s a very discernible smell— anyone would notice.”

“Sure.”

Gekko slightly spoons Iso, resting his head atop his, breathing in. “Damn, your hair smells like…” he thinks, “Tangerines?” he says with a slight hint of confusion in his voice.

“It’s just my shampoo,” Iso hums, shifting himself to tilt his head up at Gekko, “I like tangerines.”

“Me too,” Gekko says.

Quietly, Iso asks, “We just gonna stay like this?”

“What time is it?”

Iso looks at the alarm clock to the side. Before he can speak, his stomach grumbles, which prompts Gekko to ask instead, “Have you eaten?”

“I had breakfast.”

“You need to eat.”

Iso exhales knowing there’s no stopping Gekko– he’s already getting up and Iso follows that action. It’s quick, it’s swift, and his new boyfriend grabs his wrist and pulls him up onto his feet, intertwining their hands. They’ve held hands before– you know, in cases where Gekko is dragging him through a crowd at a festival or Iso has to pull him away from getting distracted while the agents go shopping. But this was different. The old Iso would probably tug his hand away, but the new Iso is comforted by this scenario– better yet, he seeks it. He never wants to let go of it and he doesn’t think he ever will. Gekko’s touch is grounding and Iso feels his mind go quiet as their fingers interlace. His free hand comes to remove his headphones and awkwardly puts them in the case, shoving his hand into his pocket.

“Alright.”

He’s gotten used to this.

hope you enjoyed! it's my second valorant fic i've written, so hopefully i did them justice.

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[mtchee]

Hi mtchee!

I just wanna say you write really well! I finished reading all your MHA soulmate series and I love them all so much. I can tell you love the characters a lot by how you write about them and you have a way with words when you craft each story. -that fits each of them perfectly. I’ve really enjoyed reading them, they make me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Mirio and Tenya are two of my top favorite characters, so I was delighted to see them a part of the series. And I even enjoyed other characters too a lot. Thank you for writing and sharing your series with us. The whole silent soulmate concept is intriguing and I’m glad to have read it. I am looking forward to reading the rest you have planned! :D

(don’t mind me I am suddenly ur biggest fan) (I wanna write like u ngl) (Mirio being peach tea is so him and dare I say cannon) (I love the MC of each story too sm)

What if I start crying rn 🥺🥺

Thank you so much!!! I genuinely try so hard to keep everyone in character as best I can, though ofc the occasionally OOC softness I let slip bc who doesn't love the idea of them melting for us 😌

I FREAKING LOVE MIRIO AND TENYA--I DEVOUR ALL OF THEIR CONTENT FR.

Tysm for reading!! Hearing what you think about what I write gets me feeling so giddy, it's always so motivating too! I've always loved the concept of unconditional love (in a way, a fated pull) where there is love even for one's flaws (in a healthy manner), but I've definitely got an itch for a slight chase; longing for someone not just because fate says so, but because you choose to.

Does that make sense?

Anyway, congrats, you got me going on a tangent into my innermost thoughts and dreams. Damn.

I often adapt my writing to other's styles which I like. I'm certainly not perfect, nor the best, but damn you really think so!?!?! Such high praise... >///<

Thank you for noticing the different MCs! I normally keep them pretty basic, not to be boring but just so it's easier for reader's to picture themselves I guess? But obviously, not everyone acts like I do, people think different things and feel different things in all kinds of situations. So I've been branching out to add in a bit of spice.

It also helps me improve my writing for characters that way too!

😌😌 Mirio would love peach tea. I think out of everything, it definitely suits him best as well, haha.

I'm definitely continuing the series! I've just been swamped with uni work recently, but I've still been wanting to keep my writing and creativity flowing, so for now I've just been pumping out some drabbles and imagines.

I've got a couple anonymous requests to get to as well! Those will be done soon once I've got the time.

Thank you so much for sending this in! I'm the type of person that'll think about this randomly even years later. So know that you've really touched my heart!!

Thank you!!! 🥰🥰🥰

(I've also read all your comments on my fics, teehee~ tysm for all the love <3)

[indigitalembrace]

[ooc: since this is a long message I’m not encoding it, but it is encrypted in-universe]

spooky. sup.

i got somthin big cookin. but for this to work i need intel.

first, i need a favour. i cant do much thanks to the watchdog. i so much as twitch my fingers on the keyboard in the wrong place an time and this whole operation will come crashin down. so. if u can, watch the shrimp for me when they are online doin mundane stuff. because if they do stuff like use social media, play games that require a registered account, use their email and especially if they get online deliveries to their house, those all will have info that will help me figure out where they live irl.

second: tell me everything u know about how pinkie can access an affect the real world. whats the limitations. how much warning would i get. what r the access points. do devices need power for it to be able ta use em? how functional do they have to be? would pinkie be able to exit a screen the size of a pager or somthin? does it need an internet connection to jump pcs or can it do that without it?

and can it be hurt in the real world? can it be hurt by destroying its host device while its occupyin it? or is the only way to kill it digitally? did you ever have a program specifically set up for that (if so, y u no gimmie dat earlier!? rude!). how long would it take?

also any info u have picked up on shrimp or their livin space that might be useful for an irl confrontation would be suuuuuper handy as well.

give me all ya got on all these things. if its a lot, just send me a zip file or somthin lol.

i do have some unfortunate news. i think we gotta change our 'meeting site' soonish. ill send ya some prospectives later. i have a feelin that it might get compromised.

i mayyyyyy have poked the shrimp with a stick. don’t worry, they wont be able to tell the actual pc I used. I am da disquise master. it is me. also i lied. ive scrounged up some burner laptops anyway. my friends r awesome (dont worry they aint involved they just knew I needed the laptops for reasons and they are used to me Enacting Shenanigans).

oh. And one last thing. when I get there, hightail off that pc asap. im gonna signal u and give you a path to a safe pc. Do Not Hesitate. cuz trust me no matter how I decide ta play this u will *not* wanna be on that computer when im doin my thing. and ill almost certainly be disabling the wi-fi in the process.

id like u ta not be double dead. low key fond of ya spookster.

Goblin out

[ooc: If there is a lot of info to give and you don’t want to post it all here, message me and we can work something out like a google doc or something. Or maybe there’s not much for Sonny to say. I dunno, I’m not driving this crazy train lol]

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[jack-kellys]

maybe. A splasher please wbwb? For the character asks wbwbbw

— davey :]

@walkman-cat literally would be my pleasure im just so happy he exists outside of school productions now

send a character and i’ll do the following:

one aspect about them i love

government assigned youngest. from birth. it’s so funny to me i love it

one aspect i wish more people understood about them

idt we’ve had enough time with his existence for me to feel like anyones done anything ooc with him tbh, BUT- i do find it significant that while he literally like. got his name by jumping into the river and saving someone (read: got his name by taking direct action), mike legit has to yell at him to do something during the big strikebreak fight. so that dichotomy is like. a) unmissable and b) the only two real pieces of character we even have !!

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have about this character

fuck it. trans. transing him rn. like very young age, first coming to the lodge. and then manhattan was like so true you are a boy. let’s help with that

he’s government assigned younger brother, HOWEVER. i think he’s 12 and not super super young tbh. mostly bc i can’t write someone younger than les. but tbh i do this with all the onstage newsies as well idt anyone onstage is playing younger than 12ish in my mind

one character i love seeing them interact with

tommy boyyy~. i looove them. their dynamic is wonderful. that’s tommy’s kid fr

one character i wish they would interact with/interact with more

wish he interacted with jack more tbh! i love how jack interacts with jojo (for multiple personal reasons as well) and splasher is also just little and wiry so i wish he picked him up too hehe :)

one (or more) headcanon(s) i have that involve them and one other character

splasher jojo mike trio of all time. 12-14 year olds just having fun being kids. and then tommy is wearing like 3 diff kiddie backpacks so they don’t run off

i Looove splishsplash so thank u for the ask!!

[juniebugs]

I call this: Transcribing a real text conversation for Peter Parker & friends (it is incredibly ooc but pls enjoy based on vibes alone)

also warning: not explicit but some sexual humor in there. my friends and i aren't far above the ages of these losers so i'd consider this all age-appropriate banter. :)))

group chat convo between Peter, Ned, MJ, Shuri, and Harley

Peter: mouth_sounds.mp3

Peter: yummy pushy

Ned: WHY DID YOU ACTUALLY SEND THIS HERE

Peter: you told me to

Ned: I TRULY DID NOT

Peter: proof?

Shuri: WHAT IS GOIN ON IN THE HOUSE OF COMMONS

Peter: more_mouth_sounds.mp3

Peter: gagged

Ned: HE ASKED ME FOR AN ANIMAL TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION OF

Ned: I SAID FISH

Shuri: LMAO this is incredible

Ned: THATS SO AWFUL PETEB

MJ: It goes hard on 2x

Peter: I could do better if you Pau me

Peter: pay

Peter: thats not the only thing thats hard

Shuri: It's like a chipmunk

Ned: horse_impression.mp3

Ned: heres peter neighing for context of how peacefully this began

MJ: thats an excellent horse

Peter: I'm being exposrd

Peter: thank you mj

Peter: I love you

Peter: guys mane an animal ill do an impressuon

Peter: say fish

Peter: guys say fish

Ned: DONT I REPEAT DONT SAY FISH

Peter: i do a mean fish

Shuri: Please do a fish impression Peter

Peter: ohgodthenoises.mp3

Ned: its the fact that you gag at the end of every fish impression

Peter: its a Peter cladding

Peter: cladsic

MJ: *groaning emoji*

Peter: claddic

Peter: softgroan.mp3

Peter: sory

Peter: my impression of mj when hears fish

Ned: NASTY

Ned: DELETE

Peter: no

Ned: REMOVE

Peter: im too proud of it sory

Peter: dory

Peter: finding dory

Peter: fish?

Peter: fish impression?

MJ: >>(my impression of mj..) Why is this so accurate tho

Ned: im going to vomit

Shuri:>>(why is this so accurate...) Can confirm

Peter: mmmmmm

Shuri: BLAH

Ned: >>(Can confirm) GET AWAY FREAJ

Shuri: sorry hate myself for that

Peter: mmmMMMMmMmMmM

Ned: peter do an impression of a camel

MJ: guys shuri is lying she does not make fish noises *angry emoji*

Ned: thank god

Peter: camel_impression.mp3

MJ: >>(peter do an impression...) Camels don't make noises

MJ: they speak telepathicly

Peter: well my impression ssyd othereisr

Ned: >>(camel_impression.mp3) explain this then mj

MJ: My bad guess I was wrong

Peter: camels store fat not wster

Peter: but u get the point

Ned: "i got water in my humps" is a peak quote i think

Shuri: >>(camel_impression.mp3) WHAT THE FUCK

Peter: guys do u think i have s future career in voice acting

Shuri: I haven't spoke with Peter in person for a bit but I don't believe that's his voice.

Ned: LMAO why not

Ned: >>(guys do u think i have...) yes just avoid bubbleguppies

Peter: i've been hiding this part of myself for a while.. *uwufingeremojis*

Peter: I've been embawwsded

Shuri: Peter let that dawg out in him

Peter: omg Dawg?

Ned: are you going to bark again?

Peter: woofingdogimpression.mp3

Peter: dawg imptrssin

Peter: better than barking

Ned: dammit

Ned: why did it go slow and reverbed at the end

Peter: i got horny

Ned: OH MY GOD STOP

MJ: the dog became a dawg

Peter: raw dawgin that dawg in me

Peter: cat.jpeg

Peter: thsts a cat

Harley: this is the most out of pocket conversation I-

Shuri: Harley control peter he's outta control

Harley: fr

Shuri: he's letting the dawg out

Peter: no I am being very normal

Peter: nuh uh

Shuri: Get the dawg back in that boy

Peter: guys have you heard my fish impression?

Peter: its pretty food

Peter: good

Harley: oh god

Ned: STOP PLEASE GOD

Peter: 123 for fish impression

Peter: 123

Peter: 123

Harley: PETER NOOOOOO

Peter: disturbing_fish_impression.mp3

Peter: you guys asked for it

Ned: STOP GAGGING AT THE END

Peter: you like the gagging?

Ned: oh my god

Peter: I'll be sure to keep doing it

Harley: tell me why that sounded like it was on 2x speed when it was in fact on 1x speed

Peter: just for u

Peter: damn if this is me sober imagined if i was dornk rn

Shuri: YIUR SOBER ?

Harley: peter what have you been doing to fishes to make them sound like that? *eyebrow raised emoji*

Peter: I plead the fifth

Peter: more like

Peter: I plead the fish

Harley: JAIL

Peter: pleasethemouthsoundsstop.mp3

Peter: >>(YIUR SOBER?) yea can't you tell

Harley: I ASSUMED YOU WERE DRUNK BAHAHAHA

Peter: that would be absurd I'm acting so normal rn ha

Peter: ha ha

Ned: (hes been up since 4am)

for my own mental well being i am stopping here also because a.) we then reference like pets and stuff idk how to translate to the mcu and also b.) to recall each audio i had to listen to them. again. god help me.

please let me know if theres someone who you think should've been a different character. (in this instance im ned) i am very curious. also is there a name for this group of friends?? lemme know pls and thank you

and if you read all this i am sorry and thank you!!! :)

[everythingsinred]

for the writers ask- 8, 14, and 16!! :) <3

thanks so much for asking ;-; <3

8) Do you take inspiration from real life? If so how do you incorporate it into your fics? sometimes... i take my experiences of universal feelings (like the things i do when im VERY happy or VERY sad and then apply them to characters). characters like natsume (like. loners. etc.) are characters i relate to a lot so i can cherry pick little experiences ive had and fashion them to fit them. i never use the specific way i was abused (tmi) in my writing ever but the feelings that come from it are pretty common after being hurt, so i like to use those. ig long story short i keep the emotional part of my own experiences but discard the specifics.

14) What is something you wrote in a fic that you are hoping readers picked up on but you don't know if they did? And/or, what is something that you were excited that readers did pick up on? im primarily thinking abt all things rancid and delicate rn bc i think that one garnered a lot of attention compared to my other ga fics and also since it was one i put a lot of artistic effort into...

anyway i was very lucky, especially for that fic, that i had a couple of readers who would comment long reviews, discussing p much everything that stood out to them or even quoting passages they liked, so i could see what people were paying special attention to. when im writing i like to do extended metaphors or running themes that keep threads connected. in atrad specifically, there was the heart thing, though that was pretty obvious.

i think in subjectives, i want to imply that theres feelings OTHER than hatred between natsume and mikan because. well. its a romance fic. so i was happy to see comments pointing out that, even tho there was nothing specifically alluding to it, my readers were noticing that there was smth more there! lovely <3

(not in a fic but i wrote a line once that was supposed to be a metaphor i was very proud of but when my mom read it she took it seriously and was like ???? THAT REALLY HAPPENED? and idk if its bc she just didnt catch on or if the metaphor wasnt as well-written as i would have liked.)

16) Do you have a method for getting characters to sound/feel in character? i rly wish i had a more concrete way to put this...

i think its really crucial to have an understanding of the character: what they want, what they fear, their relationships with others, etc--both in the fic and in canon. try to keep the important features that stand out in the characters so they resemble the canon version. (for mikan, for example, that tends to be her optimism, friendliness, and kindness, but also her quick temper and occasionally unreasonable nature and for natsume, his impatience with most people, tendency to be curt and evasive, disillusionment with life in general, etc.)

its key not to stray from those more staple characteristics, even in au, but they can be stretched to fit a role (and this is just keeping them in character from the canon. sometimes ooc is the goal).

sometimes ill just stare at actual art from the manga, like a panel of natsume or mikan or somebody, and think abt lines of dialogue or certain actions, and i'll ask myself if i can see that character saying that or doing that. usually this method just makes me feel rly weird abt writing abt them at all, tho, so its more of a control method rather than some critical part of my process.

yeah ig its just understanding the character in canon and how those traits are reflected in ur fic and keeping those key traits consistent.

thanks so much for asking these questions <3 talking abt writing is a surreal experience for me bc it sometimes feels like very little concrete thought is put into it but its fun to remove the process from abstract ideas so thank u!!!!

send me a fic writing ask if you would like!

[sohnric]

eric angst would just be heartbreaking!! we only need fluff ig

I DO REMEMBER U SENDING IT TO ME HIHIHI i was all giggly

wdym i will have to fight over my man when u write the loser fic🤨🤨🤨stay in ur lane bar i will snitch to ur bf to keep u in check what is this🤨🤨unacceptable behavior smh/lh🤨🤨

I AM SO AHSJDJJFKSHDNX THIS FIC MADE ME SMILE SO MUCH DUDE like u went off again (like u always)!!!!!! love at first sight is just such and eric thing tbh the whole fic is just such an eric thing i loved it!! main characters and eric's convos were just so fun/funny to read like the way they were both obviously in love shdhdnfbndbc BUT ALSO THE LOLLIPOP PART u are crazy for writing that i'm🧍🧍and not u trying to make sunwoo a loser again poor boy ain't getting bitches in ur fics cuz he has me irl(real and confirmed)

and this is my only screenshot i can contribute to my review rn cuz i got to into reading i forgot to screen my fav parts💔💔

( ^ this is me with sunwoo ngl lie)

funny how i said that but then got an eric angst idea. i wont write it tho that would like,, kill me i think TT

and sunwoo is not allowed to have good things in my writing i am SO sorry i just always need to portray him as the biggest loser there is AHAHA. snitch all u want u know this doest scare me :pp

AHHHH THANK U SO MUCH FOR ALWAYS BEING MY BIGGEST HYPE MAN :(( it means the world to me. glad u thought this was very eric bc i was worried this fic was a little ooc (altho im not against ooc fics lmao) hh but he is the cheesiest person alive after all so :// couldnt miss w the love at first sight trope. THE LOLLIPOP PART..... DONT TALK TO ME ABOUT IT. IDK WHAT POSSESSED ME BUT THE WAY I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN IRL BETWEEN ME AND ERIC LIKE WHY IS IT SO INTIMATE AND SENSUAL IN MY EYES BYE you only speak truth queen i gotta make him seem undesirable in my fics so no one hits on him and he is all yours

HHHH THANK U FOR THE SC!!! i was gonna say i ghostwrote this abt eric but then i realized i actually not only ghostwrote it i did write it myself so. :)

[thrpr0phetuseek]

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If you find yourself in the presence of the Stalwart King or his Dread Queen, send them my regards, and do not be afraid to ask for directions towards my path.

I appreciate any visitors who wander this way (except for that weary, wily old man).

Thank you for your short visit, and may the rest of your journey be fruitful and prosperous."

[fl3sh34t3r]

(Ooc : here's a lore fact for u guys,,,

Enidan doesn't have a very "good" relationship with her family, in fact, it's likely she'll mostly avoid talking about them if the topic is brought up, no matter who u are !

here's a little comic i did about it in my notebook in fact ! It's mostly just a sketch so,,,expect some mistakes in it, i did it during classes so that's why- :b im gonna put what they're saying here so it can be more understandable btw !! i am gonna change some tho so the ones shown in the image may not be accurate to what I'm writing here- :b)

Creamy Puff : "hey enidan !!"

Enidan : "...?"

Creamy Puff : "my mom gave me a basket full of berries and i wanted to ask if u would like any?? :D they're pretty fresh !!"

Enidan : Ah...no thanks hon.

Enidan : ...you sure do visit your mom a lot, dear.

Creamy Puff : of course !! I love my mom, shes so caring and kind and helped me out so much !! :D

Creamy Puff : what about you enidan ? :3

Creamy Puff : what about your mom? do u ever visit her...? i dont think you ever mentioned her before :o

Enidan : ...

Enidan : "ah...well...about that..."

Enidan : "She's...dead."

Creamy puff : "...oh"

Creamy Puff : "...im...so sorry about that :("

Enidan : "...you don't need to apologize. There's no need for it."

Enidan : "...it's best for it to be this way anyways..."

Creamy Puff : "what do you mean by that ?? :s"

Enidan : "..."

Enidan : "..."

Enidan : "...nevermind."

(Ooc : there's likely gonna be more posts about her family in the future,,,they are quite an important part of its lore- :b so maybe expect some more posts related to them,,,

also !! u can always send asks btw !! i don't have any currently in my inbox rn ;D that's all !! :3)

[shardhearted]

normal azriel: stylish. poised. better at magic than you. master of aerial combat. smooth talker. handsome blue-eyed bastard. a true prince of the abyss. will rip out your soul and you’re gonna like it.

halloween/samhain/spooky season azriel: no shirt. deer skull on his face. covered in blood. tripping balls on some mushroom he mixed into his vodka. yelling in languages no one understands. a gremlin. will break into your house at 2 am to raid your fridge.

[crviis-a]

OK IM NOT GONNA LIE im gettin a Little overwhelmed on here so what im gonna do is copy/paste some stuff to a notes doc and delete the drafts so i still have the asks and stuff (looking at u nine) but they’re not sat on my blog cus its putting me off writing a bit i think tbh

[xkotaro16w]

hi! could ya do a short comfort scenario for a sad bunny!mc, gender neutral pls. kinda going through it rn, thank you!!

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—𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚂𝚊𝚍 𝙱𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢!𝙶𝙽!𝚂/𝙾—

Summary: Scenario/short scenario where Leona comforts his sad Bunny!GN!S/O.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Bunny!GN!S/O.

CW: Fluff/comfort, grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: BUNNY ANON R U OK?? EJKAFABFALKEJFBSAF LEMME GIVE U A HUG, C’MERE (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡ There there, Leona’ll comfort u, honey ehe ๑´ᴗ｀๑ I hope u like this-

It’s a bad day, week, or maybe month for you. Everything is just wrong and bad. You know that it’s only a bad incident or experience, not a bad life, still it makes your mood worse than before. Now, where and who can help you?

The only person who could possibly help you, your boyfriend, Leona. But, will he? He doesn’t seem like a good place for comfort. Why don’t you try it first? He may seem like that, but deep down, he tries to be gentle and tries his best if it’s for you.

Your ears lay its ears back with the openings down, and just turn itself either to side or toward Leona nervously in the Botanical Garden. He looks at your ears and knows what’s wrong with you. You stand there, waiting for his answer. As soon as you open your mouth, he says the words first.

“Let it out, I’ll hear ya.”

Surprised by his sudden reply, you sit down next to him. He pulls you closer to him, waiting for you to talk about it. Leona is sleepy right now, but when it comes to you, he’ll try his best to stay awake and help you with your problems.

It’s alright if you don’t want to talk about it, he understands. Sometimes expressing how you feel in words is difficult, it can be shown by action. He does that and he understands.

A pair of strong arms wrap around your body. Warm and comfortable. The hug is tight. His chin is above your head. Perhaps, a nap looks good for comfort.

Soon after, you hug him back. The garden is peaceful. There are no sound and no words. It’s just you, and him, who tries to comfort you and free you from your sorrows. He pulls you gently to the ground and cuddles you. It’s an invitation from him to take a nap with you.

“Sleep, bunny. It’ll help ya.”

Maybe he’s right, sleep will help you. He gives you a soft kiss on your head. Your eyes feel very tired and its closes by itself. His comfort and cuddle send you to the land of dreams, where you can forget your sadness.

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

[nacaharachuya]

Okay so i realised im a fucking idiot and that i’ve been sending you shit through “?” And i have no idea where those messages go through so whoopdy doo ig but in my defence i wasnt able to send anything any other way bc.. uhh.. yeah my email wasn’t confirmed n all that. Im telling u man i’m a whole ass boomer rn🤦‍♀️ can’t even remember how to send an ask smh.

Anyways i only now finished reading svs because i’ve been putting it off in favour of reading different fics (works from other fandoms and… ooc soukoku fics. Listen i hate mischaracterisation as much as the next guy but i find them very entertaining okay) and AAAUURGGHH WHAT A BANGER. The way you write is immaculate if svs was a food it’d have a savoury taste like i’d be liking my fingers n shit. I found out about it when you posted on twitter you updated it (it was the smut chapter, by the way) and i was like “huh” and decided to read it and my god am i glad I didn’t skip over that tweet.

Idk if this was on purpose or not but verlaine is kinda cringefail in your fic and i love it. I am a firm believer that as badass as verlaine is he is undeniably embarrassing and i need MORE of that.

My one criticism for svs is that we needed more adam scenes. He should have been added like really, unnecessarily early on in the fic and act as a third wheel in the fic. But like a third wheel soukoku did not want or ask for but he’s just kinda there they can’t really get rid of him. Chuuya and dazai in their divorce arc arguing and adam is in the background thinking “i could crack a really funny joke from this” (on that note i added the lines “Adam’s blabbering makes more sense now, so they act as if nothing has happened. “When I lift this veil, you will seal the deal with a kiss.” He can’t stop himself from laughing, “I hope you enjoyed that joke too.” “We didn’t,” Verlaine says from across the shrine. “Paul be quiet.”” In my “collection of fanfic lines I chuckled at” in my notes. He’s so silly i love him. I love how he laughs at his own jokes he just like me fr.)

Anyways here are like two extra svs doodles. I keep thinking about how you said that chuu can fluctuate between genders (literally) and its so… zamn.

And reading the scene where verlaine is brushing chuuya’s hair inspired me to draw this

I have no idea how long chuuya’s hair is supposed to be like idk if it’s “yeah his hair is a little longer than it is in canon haha” or “yeah mf got some LONG ass hair looking like rapunzel”. Also I don’t remember if his lil ribbon was red or blue but.. i jus went with blue and i didn’t know if the pearls were supposed to be like on his head or woven into his braid so i just went with the latter. And again ALSO i know he was barefoot but i’m not drawing his fucking dogs okay.

This ask is long as hell never let me talk again LMAO

Currently looking at a detail i forgot in the drawing… not pointing it out in hopes you don’t notice it either smh but GOD DAMMIT 🤬🤬🤬

DAWG I OPENED THIS YESTERDAY IN SHOCK IA M ALWAYS BLOWN AWAY BY YOUR ASKS AND ART IT MAKES ME FEEL SO LOVED AND SO CRAZY LIKE!?!?! I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT ENOUGH TO MAKE ART I SAVE IT AND LOOK AT IT CONSTANTLY ;_; IM LIKE.....

AND ALSO THANK YOU. I need svs criticism and ur right I should have introduced more characters earlier I just got carried away with skk because...IDK BUT ADAM WAS MY SAVING GRACEE. He was so silly I wanted to add him sooner but I was like wait....no... BUT HE IS IN THE SEQUEL!!! DW!!! His silly ass is there and he's cracking them jokes and Verlaine is like o_o. THE ADAM LINES WERE SO FUN TOO CAUSE HE'S NOT CRINGE HE'S JUST....HIM.

Verlaine is cringe-fail on purpose tho and I'm glad you saw that because I see him as an incredibly pathetic person who can't do normal human things. He would like bite open a metal can or rip it open with his hands because he doesn't know what a can opener is. He is that type of guy.

The art is just immaculate bro like straight-up BEAUTIFUL. Chuuya's literal genderfluidity is something I'm glad people like cause when I imagine divinity I think of someone not bound by sex or gender and whatnot plus I just don't think he'd give a fart. so like....world's most wonderful tits...but he's shorter.

THE WEDDING OUTFIT IS SENDING ME TO THE GRAVE THO LIKE. IT"S PERFECT AND IDK WHAT DETAIL YOU MISSED CAUSE I FORGET EVERYTHING BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT I"M. THE HAIR LENGTH I DIDN"T SPECIFIY !!! He looks so *crying emoji cause I don't have my phone* you don't have to draw his toes I just think barefoot chuu running up the stairs to meet dazai is very him. perseverance.

BOYCACA WHAT IS YOUR TWT LET ME FOLLOW YOU AND BOTHER YOU THERE AND SPREAD THE BOYCACA AGENDA