#curious questions are always welcome :3c

[devilart2199-aibi]

Transformer Reforged: The Stunticons 🏁🏎

Each of them are supposed to represent a different type of motor sport! And MotorMaster is their hauler / boss.

Deadend is Nascar / stock car racing. Breakdown is street racing. Wildrider is demolition derby and Dragstrip is drag racing (funny car drag racing specifically)

Though they each represent a type of motor sport, they are not limited to that singular type. On Cybertron they all competed in various types of races together. On earth, they chose forms they felt came most naturally.

MotorMaster is still a work in progress. Trying to figure out how I want his alt mode to work and if his trailer becomes part of him so he doesn't have to just leave it around 🤔 meaning he'll be a pretty big fella! This is his full alt mode atm ⤵️ he carries the boys around.

[weebsinstash]

There's an unconfirmed theory that the love potion Velvette and Valentino sells is his spit, and literally just the spit in his mouth is a doping aphrodisiac

Like ok here's something I've considered. Say you're a new Sinner in Hell. You meet him night ONE down there. You've got nowhere to stay. You're watching people be stabbed and robbed outside, but here in the studio, you're sitting with this Mr Valentino who you just met. It's obvious that he's fucking trouble but he's a much more welcoming option to the unhinged chaos outside (especially if you're a woman, being without shelter is WOOOF dangerous)

It really depends on the person, but technically, isn't "sleep with me and I'll give you a place to sleep for the night" like actually an incredibly lucky almost one sided deal in this context?

So Reader agrees. It's- It's just sex right? It isn't... THAT bad? But little do you know, even just kissing him can turn your mind to mush. He's got his tongue in your mouth and, he suddenly starts asking all these really intimate, personal questions. You've already been drinking, and now with his red hot aphrodisiac delivered straight into your mouth, you're basically hopped up on ecstasy. One minute you're talking with Angel, not sure where you're going to go, the next, you're in Valentino's lap, willingly letting him shove his tongue down your throat, drinking after him, taking shotguns of smoke from his cigarette while he asks you how many times you've had sex, what your favorite positions are, just... he'd have you in the palm of his hand.

There's an Angel Dust fanart comic about Val luring AD into the room where he has aphrodisiac burning like an incense and Angel is being drugged just standing in the room and I can totally see Valentino doing shit like this. He's just chilling with some of his girls and they're all sitting around basically making out and being horny and drinking and doing drugs, and Valentino is still making you fetch him drinks. At some point you're standing there and he sees you wobble a bit and he realizes you're getting the secondhand smoke and suddenly he's intimately curious how you look and sound when you're embarrassed and starts teasing you and becomes addicted to it

Valentino is a sadist. You want me to believe he'd see Reader there hot in the face and starting to sweat and suddenly nervously giggling at all of his flirtatious comments and filthy questions and he WOULDN'T start groping you up just to hear you squeal for him to stop? Please. And then once you're all loopy and easily manipulated, then he'll start laying on the charms, the compliments, the promises. He could treat you so well, baby, and all you have to do is just have a nice little... cuddle session with him once or twice or dozens of times :3c and he always gets you so fucked up first that, really, his offers just sound like the most fun in the world...

[choccy-sippy]

hi hello!! :> I don't know how many times I will keep coming back, but as always I hope you're doing well and aren't over working yourself [stay hydrated <3]

just wanted to say I had already already preordered the Serrennedy plush bundle (with some slight questioning of those around me) and I genuinely cannot wait for them! :D

though only one question I wanted to ask: will the plushes come in the outfits similar to their outfits in the game or will they be in the ones you posted pictures of not too long ago? (I wouldn't complain either way, I am only simply curious)

Hi hi welcome back!! Sorry for the late reply TT things have been hectic (con prep but also prepping for plushies shipping)

Tysm for placing an order! The outfits will be based on their in-game outfits, albeit simplify (bc they're so tinyyyyy) :3c

[vacantgodling]

climbs into your askbox

hi i'm responding a little late to your request for wip questions but that's okay

anyway. head empty rn, but i'd love to hear a bit more about a wip of yours i've been curious about!!! vampires don't take road trips. i would like to learn more. i realize that's not a specific question so: looking at the main cast, what's something each of them would hate to be *seen* as and why? (i.e. if someone would hate to be seen as stupid, or would hate to be seen as unreliable, something like that)

or alternatively. silly question. rate the main cast in order from "will show up exactly on time on the dot to the function" to "will like clockwork show up at least an hour later than they were told to." feel free to elaborate on your rankings if you want!

this took me forever to answer im so sorry 💀💀💀

eee you are always welcome in my inbox :3c

i did make a powerpoint intro for this wip too so i link just so you can stare at it later lmaoo -> here

but these are both EXCELLENT questions, and for once i may have answers bc ive had these ocs for like a decade 💀

so, ig if we stick to the main main cast (which ngl is hard to determine for me but i suppose that’d be darren, dave, liz, olice, and veronica… at least for the first half of the book lmaooo) — for the easy question of who’s showing up on time versus who is showing up late in that order:

dave, veronica, olice, darren, liz

as for why:

dave is a lawyer and a generally punctual person and is somewhat anxious. he prefers to be 5 minutes early.

veronica is a wannabe socialite and so her image is contingent on if she shows up on time and so she’ll be there on the dot.

olice is used to her mothers antics and she feels like it’s rude to be ridiculously late so she tries to be there between on time or 5-10 minutes late at the most.

darren is more lax and tends to get distracted so if he shows up like 30 minutes late to the function it’s chill. the only time he’s on time is when dave is with him LOL

liz is an Actual socialite but she doesn’t care about that or social events in general so she tends to be “fashionably late” and people “forgive” her bc of her status 🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️

for the harder question:

DARREN: the way this is actually a hard question for my actually emotionally intelligent son LMAOOO. i think in general he hates being seen as dramatic, or someone who makes a big deal out of things. he’s a chill guy, and for his own sanity he prefers to stay chill if and when possible. the times that he’s had outbursts or had people accuse him of being overly dramatic are the few things that haunt him in life. i think the reason as to why… it’s a bit hard to say. but i think it comes down to the fact that in not wanting to be bothered with things himself, he tries not to bother other people. he’s more likely to assume that he’s getting on someone’s nerves or pissing them off and would just ghost them to avoid drama instead of fully confronting the situation. he Will if he needs to, but he’d just rather not because … idk? he just doesn’t think it’s worth the trouble. he’d rather keep his peace and be wrong than rock the boat and be right. it’s definitely something he’s kinda picked up from his dad, but darren manages to be waaaay more chill that even dave is because he just keeps people at arms length unless it’s his dad or olice. he learns how to do that less but the idea of letting people in enough to ruffle his inner peace is also. hm. not something he’s fond of. so basically, he’s not conflict avoidant he’s more conflict neutral and likes to take the path of least resistance if any of that makes sense.

DAVE: he hates being seen as weak. he recognizes that this is very irrational but it’s a fear and discomfort that developed from his own father, who was extremely harsh on him growing up, and even harsher if dave got upset or cried or wasn’t “manly.” so for him, being “weak” comes with a host of trauma around it that he’s still working through many years later. it doesn’t trigger him as bad as it used to, but it definitely still can.

LIZ: liz is a bit weird because she doesn’t really care how other people perceive her—she just doesn’t like being responsible for those assumptions people have of her character? so i wouldn’t say she hates being seen as competent but she hates being seen as something she’s “not” or something that she doesn’t take credit for. she’s not responsible for your preception of her yknow. if i had to say why it’s because she’s fiercely independent. she’s going to do what she wants to do and what she thinks is best no matter what and she’s usually not interested in hearing other people’s opinions; she’s quite stubborn. bending to other people’s whims is a bruise to her ego and she has done it before and hates herself for falling to that sort of weakness instead of doing what she wanted to do. so in a manner of speaking she hates being seen as controllable and hates being seen as weak in a somewhat similar way to dave, but more because of her personal pride than trauma. she’s an extremely proud woman lol.

OLICE: ngl, she hates being seen as her mother’s daughter. veronica hasn’t been the Best mother to olice. after she decided to return to the us and break up with her father in india (without even saying a word mind you so olice has never met the man. and before anyone says “maybe he was abusive” as the author i’m telling you, he wasn’t. veronica just got in over her head and then bailed, only thinking of herself but then didn’t take the proper steps to make sure her daughter felt loved or to be a good single parent 🤷🏽‍♂️), olice has only been treated by her mom and her mom’s extended family as a doll or an extension of her mother. better to be seen, not heard; the only interests that were fostered in a meaningful way were the ones that she shared with her mother. veronica often speaks over her and isn’t cognizant of her needs, more content to chase her aspirations than care about her daughter unless her daughter can be sort of “used” for something. she hates being reminded that they’re related. she refuses to go by the american (and technically legal) name that her mother gave her which is clara. her mother did at least tell her the name that her father wanted to name her/the name she and him agreed on in india which was olichudar and that’s why she goes by that. clara and olichudar have similar meanings which is how her mother came around to the name (clara meaning bright/famous, and olichudar meaning brilliant) but olice doesn’t think it suits her and she hates being called it. she also has her mothers sister’s name as an “honor name” so her cousins and extended family call her “cc” a lot and she hates it to Death. she became grateful when her mom started dating dave because it was through him that olice started getting some of the freedom to express herself and to try and reconnect with her indian heritage; with dave keeping veronica distracted or off her back about it. even though many say that her mother loves her in her own way (even dave sometimes and that’s the only thing she and he disagree on), olice has never felt real, unconditional love from her mother. especially when she compares it to dave and darren’s relationship. they’re close, dave takes an active interest in the things darren likes, he’s supportive and cares about darren’s comfortability and cares about loving him more than anything else, even veronica. and olice can look back on her life before dave and darren and think how she was content with crumbs from her mother; veronica only wanted olice around when she could brag about her or show her off, then toss her to the side when she didn’t want to deal with her. no interest in olice outside of how she looked being a “strong woman raising a kid on her own” when as far as olice knows from her mother’s own words, her bio dad wanted to be there for her. meeting dave and seeing his relationship with darren has made olice much more bitter and resentful of her mother but the only reason she hasn’t tried to push her and dave breaking up is because she doesn’t want to lose what she considers her real family and father figure. olice is sure that one day she’s either gonna have to cut contact with her mother, or her mother’s going to abandon her. and i won’t tell you which one, but this roadtrip proves one of those theories right. :)

also to be said, veronica isn’t a traditionally abusive person towards olice—not physically or even verbally. what olice goes through is more akin to my own relationship with my mother growing up, where it’s more neglectful and about not being seen or not being emotionally valued versus being physically taken care of. i don’t call it “abuse” in the book specifically just because i have a hard time thinking of what i went through as abuse myself but it definitely Hurts and is unhealthy and that’s what i want to get at irregardless. all of this to say, as an aside, this is something i always knew but never talked about but veronica and olice’s relationship vs darren and dave’s has always been olice is who i am and veronica is who my mother was (in an exaggerated, less religious way) and darren is who i wished i was and dave was who i wished my mother was 🤷🏽‍♂️🤷🏽‍♂️

VERONICA: this is sort of a roundabout, 2-part answer, but she hates being seen as both “the other woman” and as “poor” — and basically both of those answers circle around into an inferority complex. with the first, it stems off of her insecurities when it comes to being with dave, and as much as i love dave to death and am somewhat uncharitable to veronica (because of darren really 🤷🏽‍♂️) i do *understand* where she’s coming from. you should never be made to feel “not good enough” in a relationship; and it’s hard to tell where the divide is for dave Specifically makes her feel that way (though not necessarily intentionally; hurt people hurt people etc etc) or if this is a particular Complex that she projects onto him. but the fact of the matter is, all of the things about their relationship, she has pretty much had to pursue herself. she met dave at an event, and she took a liking to him. she approached him, flirted, got his number, text incessantly until he agreed to a date, then two, and constantly made their plans, and was even the one to ask him to be exclusive. dave was very very passive in a lot of this, and when she was under the assumption that his former partner/baby mama (liz) was dead, it became easy for her to justify her actions. dave was grieving and clearly had been for too long, and she just wanted to get him out of his shell—he was too handsome and too kind to be alone for the rest of his life, in her opinion (not that it’s really her call to make, but i digress). she was only giving him permission to be himself again! and in some ways she is correct, wallowing over liz for the rest of his life certainly isn’t healthy, and dave on some level is aware of that, which is why he sort of… went along with everything regarding veronica. and they had a healthy relationship Before she found out that liz was actually still alive, and dave was just still in love with her. now, ngl, im not 100% sure how she finds this out; bc dave certainly doesn’t talk about liz that often if he can avoid it, not even with his own son, so like hell is he going to talk about it to the new woman he’s seeing (he’s just that kind of guy). all i Do know is that it was several years into their relationship, and around the time that she and her daughter olice moved in with darren and dave. and when she found this out, she was fucking livid honestly. what does this woman who Left You when you needed her most have that EYE, a present, loving, caring partner, don’t? so anytime she and dave had a spat, anytime she clashed with darren or anything went wrong, she became more and more bitter. convinced that she would always be a second fiddle to this woman she’d never met. and the worst part is, she is Partially proven right when liz finally does enter the picture and suddenly dave and liz have more sparks and chemistry than she (in her mind) feels like she and dave have. and this could potentially be because liz is darren’s mother and veronica has never taken an interest in dave’s son the way that he has wholly embraced being a father to olice, but in her micro-defense, darren has never wanted a mom in general, let alone a new one 🤷🏽‍♂️ ANYWAY though, all of this sort of stems from her childhood (as many traumas do) especially in comparing herself unfairly to her sister, cynthia—unfortunate because cynthia adores her and they’re thick as thieves but to veronica cynthia was always the sister who got what she wanted. she was beautiful, the belle of their hometown, grauated with honors, went to college and found a man who was head over heels for her and who spoils her like crazy, has a big happy family, is Rich…. and what does veronica have to show for her life? she got pregnant on a missions trip and abandoned the father, she never finished college, failed relationship after failed relationship where on more than one occasion she’s been “the other woman” … it’s too much! and no matter how much dave assures her that he has no plans of getting back with liz, the man can’t look at her and say he loves her even after ten years together. SO!!!!

[crowfatherd]

yo! me and a few friends are trying to start a little dsmp kingdom rp right now and i am extending my hand in invitation to you, humble people

i dont really know how to advertise this kind of thing, but we're a very small group in need of more members! theres currently only four of us and the need for more characters in the story is conflicting with that limitation.

its got some dragon age inspirations(only really in attitudes towards magic, which i have fully explained in the server for those who are not familiar and am also fully willing to explain to anyone curious!) and a boy king(tubbo) and the three lives system(my lovely wife) and we're fully ready to discuss other world building ideas to really put it all together :3c

VERY IMPORTANT!!!! the roleplay will be taking place entirely through minecraft bedrock edition! and will be based in the in-game chat! so the game is required for this rp as well as discord for the . discord server. this is a 17+ rp and we do delve into sensitive topics so be warned! we would also appreciate if you were at least semi-lit, its a mostly dialogue based system but knowing what youre doing is always important

a few characters are taken(philza, techno, tubbo, tommy, quackity, schlatt, redza, and ranboo) but everyone else is up for grabs!(dr**m, g**rge, s*pnap, and w*lbur are not) in particular i was hoping for someone to take up bbh for a specific idea i had in mind ehe, but that comes later and is absolutely not required! any extra hands in this pie are welcome!

if there are any questions i would love to answer i dont bite i prommy i prommy

dm me for the server link if you're interested! or for anything rlly i dont mind

EDIT: okay we figured out the bbh thing BUT we would still welcome new members :3c

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Hello there!

Hi! My name is Elodie, or Ellie for short! (she/they, 25)

My main: @xxbabybeansproutxx (if you see this account follow you hi it me :3)

Welcome to my blog where I share my ocs and their adventures in BG3! I have over 2000 hours in this game. So now that I've played the vanilla game multiple times, I use the game to tell stories and have fun with mods/different game modes. If you are curious about anything I share you can go into my tags to find out more! Tag breakdown under the cut <3

Also fair warning! Bg3 is rated mature. I am an adult. I expect my followers to be adults too. I will post sexual content on here from time to time so seriously minors do not interact.

Download my mods if you want!

#oc: (name) : This is where you can find information/lore/fics/photos containing my ocs. Pretty much a general tag. I also tag the companions/NPCs in my posts if they're present so you can find them using tags like #astarion or #wyll.

#bg3 mods: This is where you can find information about the mods I use, and links to those mods. I also post new/upcoming projects modders are working on that I find interesting! I do not have a current mod list nor will I make one. I have hundreds of mods some of which are personal edits not available to the public or not available anymore period. But, if you're looking for a link to a mod I use, please look at this tag before asking. I may have already linked what you're looking for, if the mod is private or unavailable I will let you know. There's no harm in asking :3

#asks #asks box: Pretty self explanatory, use this to find answers to questions I've been asked :3c but if you don't see a mod you're looking for, you might find it in this tag. I try to label everything accordingly but there's always a chance I've missed something.

#my edits: I make edits sometimes! And I put them here :3

#my fics: I have been known to dabble in fics and you can find them here. I might edit this post to make a masterlist later but for now there's this tag.

Disclaimers/rules:

Alot of the time my stories/characters operate outside of canon and so do the companions. When I talk about the story I am telling, I am not trying to enforce a new canon. I am very aware of the canon story. I do not need to be reminded.

My asks box does allow anonymous asks. This does not mean you're free to verbally abuse me in my asks box. If you do not like something I post, do us both a favour and block me <3

I play with mods! Lots and lots of mods! Some of them are cosmetic and change how the companions look (not major changes, mostly just hair/sometimes eye colour or glow, I will never change the faces of the companions unless I'm doing a complete character replacement with another). If you do not like this, my blog is not for you!

I ascend Astarion sometimes, if the roleplay/story I'm telling suits it. If you are anti A!A, you will not enjoy yourself here. I post plenty of spawn Astarion as well and tag my posts with A!A (#ascended astarion, #vampire lord astarion) so if you want to enjoy my blog without the vampire lord, just mute those tags.

Please do not ask me questions using reblogs/tags. I will not answer them that way. It clogs up my page and the dashboards of others and I don't want to reblog my own post just to answer a question. If you have a question, comment under my post or use the asks box, please!

Please do not remake/steal my ocs and pass them off as your own. Posting "fan" content of my oc with credit to me as the creator is fine. If you want to make an edit/fic of them, please ask me first. Fanart is usually ok too as long as you're not drawing my ocs in dead dove situations :3

[starleska]

I keep this 'The Spot' guy on my feed, and idk who he is.

You got any info on him? And why Tumblr is force-electing him to be the next Tumblr Sexy Man?

well, this is a welcome question!! 💖 i'd be more than happy to clue you in on the greatness that is The Spot 🥰

so, The Spot (or Dr. Jonathan Ohnn) is a minor villain from the Spider-Man comics, and a significant villain in the animated Sony Spider-Man movies, specifically Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (which just got released!). he's a scientist who was involved in an accident which caused his body to be covered with interdimensional portals, or 'spots'. these spots can be used similarly to how portals work in the game Portal: they can cut across both space and dimensions.

BIG spoilers for Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse below:

so the thing about The Spot is that he's always been a bit of a joke villain. the Spider-Man canon is littered with strange and unique bad guys who have fun little gimmicks, and The Spot is no exception: so much so that in Across the Spider-Verse, he is introduced as a 'villain of the week', and shown to be awkward and a bit incompetent at the whole bad guy thing. in fact, we learn that in the first movie (Into the Spider-Verse) that our protagonist and Spider-Man, Miles Morales, actually meets Jonathan before his transformation into The Spot. Miles tosses a bagel at the poor guy's head 🙈 you can see how from the very beginning, The Spot is supposed to be a big joke.

however, ATSV plays with this idea. The Spot discovers that he is able to use the spots on his body to travel to other dimensions: specifically dimensions containing the same collider which caused his accident. he uses these dimensions to make himself stronger, but his interfering with these other dimensions starts to make the canon of the Spider-Verse fall apart. a significant plot point across these films is the idea of multiverses, and a seemingly infinite amount of Spider-People with their own dimensions. all of the Spider-People have their own unique traits, yet share similar events which must happen: e.g., the death of a loved one. The Spot's interdimensional travel disrupts this process, and puts the whole multiverse at risk.

pretty much; The Spot goes from being this adorkable, bumbling fella with a deeply tragic backstory, to a terrifying, multiverse-ending threat with incomprehensible powers. he's got all of the traits we Tumblr Sexymen connoisseurs love - his suggestion page for the Sexypedia Wiki has already gotten way over the amount of votes necessary to add him, so i'm sure we'll see him there soon 😉

if you're curious about him, here's a little clip! of course not much of the movie is online yet, but if you have the chance, go watch ATSV in cinemas. it is quite possibly the most gorgeous movie i've ever seen;;;

hope this helps :3c

[lovehotelreservation]

🎂💥 IT’S TIME TO POUND SOME CAKE 🎂💥

At the Love Hotel buffet, I’m looking to expand the menu ! But I’m going to need your help through some helpful food/recipe suggestions from you all! 🤗🤗

To join, please abide by the following!

Send your lewd sous-chef darling of choice!

A food and/or common cooking method of choice!

Mention a brief prompt detailing some context for your submission!

How you wish to lewdily season your dish!

Examples:

You’re curious about the Ishgardian method of frosting their world-renowned cakes. Haurchefant is happy to demonstrate his personal method--with some tweaking for your pleasure >:3c (Face-fucking, facials)

Coming back empty-handed from the monthly bakery lunch rush is for sure going to put Leona in the worst of moods. At least you can make amends by letting him pound your cake~ 💥 💥 (A N A L)

For this cooking lesson, I’ll be taking in participants from the following series!

FFXIV

Granblue Fantasy

Great Ace Attorney/Dai Gyakuten Saiban

Jujutsu Kaisen (anime only!)

Twisted Wonderland (🚬) [I’m up to the 2/3rd of Book 3!]

You’re welcome to request for series I’ve written for in the past~!

Deadline to send in requests is 2/21 at 11:59 PM PST!

As always, lmk if you all have any questions! owo

[kakusu-shipping]

💖/1️⃣/👏 for anyone in the polycule that wants to do this ask game! either Koro-Sensei, Teruteru Hanamura, or Taishiro Toyomitsu :3c

Three questions, three people, might as well have each of them answer one.

💖 - What’s one really cute/cool thing that Emile does?

Oh now, just one? That's a soft ball question if I've ever heard.

He likes to sing a lot about mundane things, cleanin', lookin' for things, just goin' about his day to day. He also tends to ramble to himself 'bout show plots an' theories he's got rattlin' in that head of his. Real cute, fun to listen in on.

1️⃣ - What’s the first thing that attracted you to them?

Why his intelligence of course. He was curious about me, asked many many questions about my biology and functionality, took notes, conducted experiments on samples, with permission of course. How could I not be attracted to such an inquisitive mind?

We also happened to watch a lot of the same shows and having someone to geek out with over anime was a real plus

👏 - What’s your favorite habit of Emile’s?

When he welcomes me home 'course! No matter how late my shifts gets he always stays up fer me, keeps the lights on and a plate hot! So do Teru 'n Koro 'course, but they don't come runnin' to the door the way he does when I walk in. Every day I get home I get a big hug, a bigger kiss, and a hot meal. What more could'a guy ask for?

[lowkeyclueless5137]

Will it be okay for me to finally say that I was Hero anon and also the same person that ask the exact same question to you as my last one in Ao3? 😅 I am genuinely really curious about this AU and would love to ask more (and let you talk a lot about it) but I afraid to do so in Ao3. Tumblr seems to be a safer place. Ah that's so? But it's great for Malleus! Since it means people will be more likely to try to befriend him now! :D

:0 That's good to know!

It's alright with asking me anywhere I'm available! Just what is comfortable for any of you :3

Honestly I could talk endlessly for most of my aus... especially since some have a mass of worldbuild and are free to use by anyone interested(with credit).

I doubt anyone would be interested if these don't have the smexy y/n in it and the harem of simps/j (no salt on those, alright?)

Danganronpa au seems to bring a bigger hype than the ml au.

Lowkey wonder how would people take the gravity falls and monster high aus

And I'm happy that people are interested in it...

Having Danganropa as the fandom I debuted as an english writer, the Dr au actually dwelled since the start of my entry in the twst fandom. And actually a lot of changes happened from the rough idea to the final product. The concept itself basically builded itself from random pieces.

Fun fact: the 3rd case was actually the first one that started this whole au in the writing process.

But at the base, the danganropa au is a homage... A homage to the fandom through which I discovered Twisted Wonderland and a reference to who was the first character that I was introduced to from the twst cast(Azul)

Azul was chosen since start to be the protagonist, because yes. I wanted to see how will it be for him to build trust and confidence in himself through the help of the others.

As for Malleus...

My main objective is to show that Malleus is quirky. He wants to have friends and be included, so with his talent, Malleus can actually properly approach someone without giving the impression of a wierd guy that waits on your lawn at 3 am for a gargoyle talk. He just strikes me as someone who has a hard time adapting and wants to share his interests that most people find wierd(that also made me feel myself hard)

The other characters too took major changes from what it was supposed to be in the first sketches.

Some had changes in talents, in roles or in their implications during each case. Some had a slow growth and having the spotlight not necessarily on them, but slowly walking in it. And some had more attention in certain situations.

Although it seems like Dr au has a lot of character build anf focus, in my opinion, it is not the biggest character build I've had... it probably ranks as the 3-4th one...

Maybe the 5th if we add nrssab au

For now! I'll leave you with this pieces of info :D

Don't worry, annon, you'll have your lil cozy corner in my ask box! You and everyone else are always welcome in this wacky blog! :3c

[killemwithkawaii]

Hi, senpai, first of all, I'd like to say, I've always kind of seen you as an authority in certain things. I don't think I can imagine you as a soft boi in personality, although I imagine if you'd like to be, you're very soft in appearance (I've got Dealer and Coworker! Mitch in mind, though.)

Secondly, WHERE did you get those plugs?! They're so cute! Also, is it safe to trade plugs? You always see like, "Don't swap earrings with your pals" but I never listen to that and also I don't have any friends who have their ears stretched to the same size I do (6g babey~) so I'm curious. Also, I'd like to just wish that anon well in their ear health!

Thanks for answering our piercing and stretching questions (those don't sound good out of context lmao) and thanks for being supportive 💙

>im glad that my 'senpai' title can hold water when it comes to some things! I always kind of laugh about it because, while I'm older and a little more knowledgeable on certain topics than others, I always feel like I'm never quite all together/ doing things right and the title is more ironic than accurate 😂

>oh trust me I am Soft af man like anybody that's hung out with me for more than a few minutes irl knows how easy it is to make me uwu or cry (happy, sad, angry, or frustrated, doesn't matter- if it's a strong enough emotion I WILL cry dont test me sjdbxjsjsj)

>I got my heart tunnels off A/mazon (before I stopped buying anything there) and have a black pair as well ^^ I feel like as long as your jewelry is made from a non-porous material and you wash it really, really, really well before trading, it would be okay to swap with your pals! (I still wouldn't buy any second-hand though, just in case)

>I think you mean that sounds great out of context?? >:3c Either way, you're welcome, and thank you for the kind words!! 🤗💕

[dragongirlafro]

yoinking this :3c

answer 30 questions and tag 20 people

1. name/nickname: Violet 💜 call me Vi, V, etc.

2. gender: girl, woman, female UwU

3. star sign: leo bitch!! rawr 🦁

4. height: 165 cm/5'5", give or take an inch

5. time: 12:01 PM, but it'll probably be much later when i post this

6. birthday: July 27th

7. favourite bands/groups: Pink Floyd, Queen, My Chemical Romance (judge me for it all your want, your cringing only makes me stronger :3c )

8. favourite solo artists: clipping and the weeknd are very good

9. song stuck in my head: i wrote the weekend last so Blinding Lights

10. last movie: idk something dumb on Netflix probably

11. last show: watched Wonder Egg Priority with the gf last night~ ^w^

12: when did i create this blog?: archive says......... July 2015 but i feel like it was at least a few months earlier than that. like i have tumblr memories from 2014

13. what i mostly post about: uhh mostly obscure memes and political/gay and trans rights shit nowadays :P my content used to be all over the place but then i just made separate blogs for that lmaooo. but when the next pokémon game comes out i'll probably post a lot about it

14. last thing i googled: "doc martens" lol

15. Other blogs: i have an aesthetic blog @violets-notebook that anyone's welcome to check out!! ^w^ (........ and i have a secret nsfw blog that i only want one (1) mutual to know about ehehehe 😅)

16. do i get asks: no but I'd like to!! don't be shy :3c

17. why did i choose this url: before i realized i'm trans and picked out my name i always associated the word 'violet' with 'roses are red, violets are blue' poems hehehe

18. following: 201, honestly fewer than i expected

19. followers: 193, thanks guys! appreciate it 🥰

20. average hours of sleep: eurghhhh probably like, 6 lmfaooooo

21. lucky number: can't go wrong with 5!

22. instruments: ...... i kinda know how a piano works?

23. what i am wearing?: my trusty lavender t-shirt and my blue and grey plaid pajama pants

24. dream job: i simply do not dream of labour 🤢🙅🏾‍♀️❌ i wish to live in a humble beachside home with my girlfriend and be paid for being a black trans woman

25. dream trip: either somewhere in Atlantic Canada or Scotland. again, ideal locations to live an idyllic, quiet, romantic life with my beloved 💓

26. favourite food: honestly a tie between breaded shrimp and mac n cheese (....god i haven't had mac n cheese in months fuck covid)

27. nationality: canadian :T

28. favourite song: Blinding Lights, Sleep by MCR, Innuendo by Queen, and pretty much the whole Dark Side of the Moon album are all pretty good :3c

29. last book i read: ewww books 🤢🤢🤢 probably something from college? i'm a failed English major so i feel like i've read enough to last me a lifetime thank you very much 😌

30. 3 fictional universes you’d like to live in: ehhh idk. pokemon? i'm (relatively speaking) fairly happy with the universe i'm in rn 🥰🥰🥰

only person i'd really consider tagging would be @slimecatgirl, i'm curious as to how her answers stack up to mine :3c any mutuals, followers, or ppl in general who see this are welcome to do it too ☺️

[orwocolor]

Love Thy Neighbour - Chapter Two

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Nothing.

Summary: Party time! Gwilym hosts a housewarming party and you’re one of the guests.

Author’s Note: Feedback is always appreciated :) Check my masterlist to find the preceding parts. As always, this fic is dedicated to @justgwilym.

“So, I thought that we should surprise Charlotte and throw her a birthday party,” Jane announces as soon as you pick up your phone.

“Yeah, that sounds great! Is it gonna be just an ordinary birthday party or something themed?” You hitch your bag up your shoulder and take three grocery bags into a hand while pressing the phone to your ear so that you can hear Jane. The traffic around you is crazy today. Honking of horns and a swear word here and there from nervous drivers create a cacophony of sounds in which those you wish to hear die down.

“I beg your pardon, my dear, but no celebration I hold is ordinary,” Jane scoffs and you roll your eyes.

“Ok, but is it going to be themed or not? If you want to force me into a disco-themed outfit like the last time, I wanna know beforehand, so I can pretend illness.”

“Hush, you loved it.”

You chuckle into your phone while you wait for the green light.

“But no, I plan on–” Jane’s words on the other end are drowned by the roar of a passing motorcycle.  

“Sorry, what?” you shout. Your bag keeps sliding down your shoulder and you huff as you fail to hoist it up, with one hand grasping your phone and the other full as well, as the handles of the plastic bags dig into your skin.

“I said,” Jane raises her voice to the maximum and you jerk your head away from the phone. You pity everyone who’s standing right next to her when the volume is enough for your ear to start ringing, “I plan on throwing a themed party, however, there are no costumes required.”  

“Oh, thank God!” You push your way through a group of teenagers and reach your home. “Hang on, I just…” You’re trying to figure out how to unlock and open the main door with all the stuff that you’re carrying and the phone in your hands. Jane continues in her monologue as if you didn’t say anything, but you pay her little attention. You squeeze the mobile in between your ear and shoulder, twisting your neck in a most uncomfortable angle. While the grocery bags form deep dark red lines on your right hand, you unzip the bag on your shoulder with the left, but as you dig down to fish your keys, the bag skids down the smooth material of your jacket and you barely catch it before it drops down.

You see a movement on the other side of the door through a long glass windowpane, but your own reflection blocks out the view. Suddenly, the door opens as if on its own accord.

“Hello,” Gwil greets you with a wide smile on his face and holds the door for you to come in.

“Thanks,” you mouth as Jane continues to list all perks of the last birthday party you organised for Charlotte.

“And what was so bad about your outfit? It was perfect!” she argues, quite poorly, in your opinion.

“Let’s just say that the days of me wearing spandex bell-bottoms are long gone.”

Gwilym snorts and gives you an amused look, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

“What? Why?”

“Look, I gotta go, I’ll call you later and we’ll plan everything, okay?”

Placing the bags on the floor, you say your goodbye and hang up the phone.

“Hi,” you greet Gwil properly, tossing your phone into your bag and finally digging out the keys.

“I’ll help you,” he says as you move to lift the plastic bags, but Gwil beats you to it and grasps the handles easily in his large hand.

“Thanks! And thanks for the door, too, you’re a lifesaver.” Your eyes skim over your mailbox, but there are no mails poking out of it. Good.

“You’re welcome,” he says as you begin to climb the stairs, side by side, and his lips curve in a smile matching your own. “I would just like to clarify that I was just collecting my mail when I saw you struggling out there,” he shows you the envelopes in his grasp, “I wasn’t lurking in the shadows, waiting for your arrival or anything.”

“Well, but now it sounds like you did exactly that,” you dead-pan and enjoy the way his eyebrows raise in shock.

“I really didn’t, I swear,” he protests with vigour and you can’t resist a grin.

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks,” you laugh as you reach the second floor. “I’m only teasing you,” you smirk, and he breathes a sigh of relief, a light shade of pink gracing his cheeks.

“So,” you start, “is tomorrow still on?”

“Yes, absolutely! There’ll be a few of my friends and colleagues, but nothing too big.”

“Should I bring something? A housewarming gift? What do you even like?” Damn it, you probably should, right? It would be rude to attend a party and give nothing to the host.

“Just bring your lovely self and I’ll be happy,” he flashes you a smile.

“Pff, please! That’s so cheesy! But okay, if you don’t wanna tell, I’ll figure it out myself.”

Reaching your floor, he hands you the bags and pulls out his keys.

“See you tomorrow, then.”

“At seven?”

“At seven,” he confirms.

“Bye,” you smile and turn the key in the door.

“Just one question,” Gwilym says in a suddenly very serious tone, which makes you expect the worst, “spandex bell-bottoms?”

You laugh out loud. “Don’t ask!”

~

It’s a quarter to eight when you finally get out of your apartment and ring the doorbell at Gwil’s. You didn’t want to arrive among the first guests; you wanted to be fashionably late. Okay, okay, forty-five minutes is hardly fashionable, but who could blame you? You did not dare to come when there were only a few of his friends. The only person, except for Gwil, that you know is Ben and you had to make sure that he would be there by the time you appeared. But you didn’t wish to watch the party guests heading to the flat 3C through a peephole like some kind of a pervert. So, while you were waiting, you busied yourself around your apartment, tidied up the kitchen, organised the one shelf in the hall which had been driving you up the wall every time you saw the mess inside, and watered your plants.

“You’re late,” are the first words that leave Gwil’s mouth the moment he opens the door and music reaches your ears.

You squint your eyes and nod your head. “I know, I’m sorry. There’s been a traffic jam.”

“A traffic jam. Between your flat and mine.” A small smile is playing on his lips and you catch yourself staring at his mouth. Blinking, you snap out of your daydreaming and focus on the conversation at hand.

“Uh-huh. It was awful! You should have seen it.”

“Right,” he chuckles and makes a motion for you to come in.

“Y/N!”

“Ben! Good to see you!” The blonde man wraps you in a bear hug and sways with you from side to side. It’s a bit unexpected, but once he lets go of you, you notice the bottle of beer and you guess it’s probably not his first this evening.

(What you miss, however, is the silent conversation Ben and Gwil have over your shoulder. Gwil’s eyes widen as Ben throws himself at you, and he gives him a confused, what-are-you-doing look. But all Ben does in response is raise his eyebrows in a manner that could only be translated as and-what-are-you-gonna-do-about-it.)

“I think we haven’t been introduced yet,” an unknown voice says, and you turn after the sound. You’re met with a sweet smile, kind eyes, a pointy nose, and a tuft of auburn hair. “I’m Joe, pleasure to meet you.” He squeezes your offered hand and his thumb gently strokes your inner wrist.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, Gwil’s neighbour.”

“Now, you seem like a really nice girl,” he begins and you’re listening intently, curious where this is going, “I’ve known you for only a few seconds but I can tell that you’re a good person and I don’t want you to come to harm. So, please, please, do not eat the salmon canapés. Instead, try the bruschetta, which is, in my humble opinion, far more superior. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.” He puts a hand on your shoulder, nodding solemnly.

“Nah, someone’s just a sore loser and can’t accept that people prefer my delicious canapés,” Ben explains, “because the bruschetta he talks about? It’s inedible and guess who made it.”

“How dare you, inedible?” Joe puts his hand on his chest in faking a heart attack, “you’re gonna pay for that, Hardy!”

“I forgot to order some food that the guests could nibble on, so I asked these two idiots to bring something. Should have known that this was going to change into a pissing contest,” Gwilym whispers into your ear, leaning down to you while Ben and Joe keep bickering.

“Well, I’m having fun,” you admit, and he gives you an appreciative smile. “By the way, here’s something for you.”

You pull two gift bags from behind your back and pass them to him.

“I told you not to,” he says but quickly opens them to see what’s inside.

“I wasn’t sure whether you preferred red or white, so I’ve brought both,” you tell him, all of a sudden unsure and nervous.

“I love red, but I’ve never turned down any wine. Thank you. And what’s in this?”

He takes out a neatly wrapped parcel with a dark green ribbon tied around. Delicately unsticking the tapes that hold the cardboard-brown paper together, he unwraps it without tearing it and inspects the front cover of a book. You bite your lower lip and hold your breath, waiting for his reaction.

“The Invoice by Jonas Karlsson. Wait, isn’t he the one who wrote The Room?”

“Yes! You know him?” Your heart is pounding and you can’t believe your ears. What are the odds that Gwil would know one of your most favourite authors?

“Of course, he’s excellent! Thank you so much, I’ve been meaning to buy it for ages now!” He leafs through it briefly and almost starts bouncing on the balls of his feet. “It would probably be rude to just disappear and go read it, huh? Don’t answer,” he chuckles and turns around to put the book into his bookshelf. “Come, I’ll introduce you to my friends.”

He walks you around his living room, always stopping by small groups of people. Their names are forgotten the moment they utter them as it usually is in gatherings like these when you’re met with a lot of people in a short span of time. One of the few who catches your attention is Gwil’s brother Geraint, who, according to Gwil, wasn’t invited and decided to stop by anyway.

“Can you believe that my little brother did not send me an invite to his housewarming party? Me, who actually helped him to move in? The audacity.” He shakes his head at Gwil and gives him a playful shove. What you can’t believe is someone describing Gwilym as ‘little’, since he’s anything but that. Truth be told, Geraint is probably an inch taller than his brother, but still.

“I thought you were gonna be home with the kids?”

“Shannon’s with them. I wouldn’t have missed this,” he winks.

Eventually, you end up with Ben and Joe while Gwilym tends his other guests. With a glass of wine in your hand, you look around his flat. It’s identical to yours in terms of the room arrangement, the only exception the wall that separates the living room space from the kitchen. It’s not exactly what you imagined, though. You don’t know why, but you expected a lot of grayscale tones and minimalism. Probably because Gwil looks like he’s a model who just stopped posing for a photoshoot, even whilst wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans. No, his living room is decorated in brown, gold and green hues with a lot of knick-knacks on every flat surface. Postcards that his friends have sent from all over the world, playbills from plays he’s been in, small clay figures and drawings that his nephews and nieces have made for him, and all sorts of keepsakes.

Even though he’s been living in this flat for only a fortnight, it is apparent that he’s taken great care to make the place his home. Yes, there are still some unopened boxes hidden from prying eyes of his guests, but the flat is already homely. (Look, it was an accident that you caught a glimpse of them when you were passing his bedroom and he had forgotten to close the door.)

“So, you’re leaving in two days?”

“Yeah, need to head back home,” Joe replies, “but first, these two are going to do a pub crawl with me!” He slings his arm around Ben’s shoulder and kisses him on a cheek, “wanna join us?” His words are slightly slurred and he shifts his weight so that he basically leans against Ben.

“Sorry, I can’t. I’ve got a movie night with my friends.”

“Really? What are you guys going to watch?” Ben asks as he pushes Joe to a nearby chair.

“Don’t know yet. We’re coming over to Charlotte’s place so she’s the one who has the right to pick something.”

“Okay guys, screw you, I’m gonna watch something with Charlotte,” Joe howls from the chair.

“Nobody’s invited you, mate,” Ben chuckles and notices Gwil watching you three intently from the other side of the room. Now or never. “Erm, Y/N?” he asks and leans closer to you, “can I ask you something?” he whispers and you involuntarily shorten the distance between you, so that you can hear him.

“Yeah, sure, what is it?” you frown, finding the shift in the mood weird.

He puts his warm palm on your bare arm and starts stroking it slowly.

“I need you to do something for me.”

“Y/N! I think you haven’t tasted the cake, yet!” You and Ben jump away from each other as Gwilym suddenly materialises right next to you.

“There’s a cake?”

“Yes, there is, come on,” he insists and leads you far away from Ben.

“What are you doing?” Joe asks, confused.

“Trust me,” Ben answers, mischief sparkling in his eyes and a delighted smile on his face.

“Wow, Gwil, it looks amazing!” you say when you enter the kitchen and spot the cake on the counter, ready to be cut. It’s a naked chocolate cake with mascarpone, blueberries and raspberries. Gwilym has also put several edible flowers to create a delicate look.

“Thanks,” he blushes and rubs the back of his neck.

“And you made it?” He says yes and you’re astonished. “You need to give me the recipe. It’s incredible! My friend’s gonna have a birthday soon and I would love to make something like that for her.”

“Sure,” he smiles and after a few minutes of contemplation he adds, “or I could help you make it if you want.”

“Yes! You’re the best. Thank you.”

He pulls out a sharp knife out of the knife holder. “Would you do the honours?”

“See, it’s clear you don’t know me that much otherwise you wouldn’t trust me with sharp objects,” you laugh, taking the knife from his hand.

“I’ll take my chances,” he chuckles and lays out a bunch of dessert plates.

Working side by side, you cut the cake and place each piece on one of the plates. Every time a blueberry falls of and rolls on the counter, you play a game of catching it and promptly eating it. The first time your fingers brush Gwil’s, you’re quick to draw your hand away and let him win that round. There are no electric shocks or sparks, but the mere touch of his skin makes your breath hitch and your hands slightly tremble. But then it happens again, and again, and soon you’re grinning and nudging each other’s shoulders.

“Here, have a bite.” Gwil pushes a fork of cake towards your face and you willingly open your mouth.

The soft texture of the sponge perfectly combines with the mascarpone and the fruit provides a tang of sourness, complementing the sweetness of the chocolate cake. You catch yourself moaning involuntarily around the fork, which makes you absolutely thunderstruck, your eyes snapped wide and a shock written in your face.

“You have a bit of mascarpone…” Gwilym says and brings his thumb to a corner of your lips. However, he stops immediately, only a few millimetres away from your skin.

The door swings open out of nowhere and the bubble you have created around yourselves pops.

“Hey guys, how are you?” Joe’s smiling face pokes out of the living room, his cheeks flushed.

Gwilym clears his throat and withdraws his hand, passing you a stack of napkins. “We’re good, just about to serve the cake.” Gwilym points to the plates in front of him and Joe immediately pushes a chair to the counter, takes one plate and starts shovelling down the piece of cake.

Wiping your mouth clean, you look at the clock. “Actually, I have to go. I work weekends and I’ve got an early shift tomorrow.”

“What? I thought…” Gwilym begins to say when Ben bursts into the kitchen.

“Joe, what the hell? What were you thinking?”

“Look, Ben, I’m going home. Hopefully, we’ll see each other again soon, okay?” You give him a hug. “And Joe, don’t get too drunk tomorrow. Travelling by plane when hungover is no walk in the park.” You turn to Gwilym and clasp your hands, tugging at your fingers in a jittery manner. “I guess we’ll run into each other soon again. See you, guys!”

And with that, you leave the kitchen and head towards the door, waving at Geraint, who reciprocates the gesture with a smile.

“Y/N, wait!” Gwil rushes after you and catches up with you right at the moment you open the door. “I just wanted to thank you, for everything. It was really nice to have you here.” He takes you by surprise when he gives you a quick hug and presses a light kiss on your cheek.

“Yeah, I had the time of my life, really,” you smile when he lets go of you, hoping that the butterflies you feel in your stomach are invisible to everyone else, “love what you’ve done with the place.”

“Thanks,” he says sheepishly. “I would love to be a gentleman and walk you home, but…” he points to the few feet between your flats.

“Yeah, I think I’ll manage,” you chuckle and move to your door, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Shutting the door behind you, your fingers touch your cheek as the ghost of the kiss makes your skin tingle with excitement.

[bastionkeeper]

120 with connor and any DPD officer not shippy or 50 with conkus?

Por que no los dos? :3c (full thing under the cut)

120. "How ‘bout you stick it up your ass instead?

Connor was attempting to form “social bonds.”

This was a new mission he had assigned to himself. He knew that close friendships, and even just making pleasant small talk, could be conducive to teamwork and productivity in the work environment. He was curious about the act of making friends, especially with his fellow officers, and so he’d decided to make the attempt to get to know some of them better.

Also Hank had said he had to stop following him around like a kicked puppy at every social function they went to, relying on him to get through the difficult situation that was social interaction. Connor had created with some social insistences in mind, mainly negotiation, interrogation, and the ability to make himself a small humble android who is of no bother to any human who is so clearly above him. Friendship was not in his programming, and so he’d had to cobble together research and improvisation for this task.

Connor placed the box of donuts he’d purchased the morning on a table in the breakroom. Gifts, especially food, were well received in the office setting.

“Oh shit, those from Paradise Bakery?” Brown asked, stepping into the break room. “Those things make a stereotype out of me.”

“Pass me one,” Miller said from his place by the coffee machine. Brown snagged a pair of donuts, handing one off to Miller. “Thanks, Connor! Good looking out.”

“It was no trouble,” Connor said, smiling at the success of his gift.

“He’s literally got you two idiots eating out of the palm of his hand,” came a sudden derisive snort. Connor was unsurprised to see it had come from Gavin Reed, who was leaning in the doorway with his arms folded over his chest.

“Cranky cause your blood sugars low, Reed?” Brown joked. “Have a donut, you’re not you when you’re… actually you’re always like this.”

“You’re hilarious,” Reed said, rolling his eyes with a smirk that said he really didn’t mind the ribbing. Still, he grew angry looking at Connor. “But for real, you’re all gonna get buddy-buddy with the tin man just cause he brought you some carbs?”

Connor could make a cutting remark, but that was not the point of his mission today. He was trying to form bonds not break them. While all evidence pointed towards Reed remaining hostile towards him, that had once been the case with Hank who was now his closest friend. Perhaps he should make an effort to befriend the caustic man. “You’re welcome to a donut if you would like one, Detective Reed.”

“Stick the donut up your ass, plastic,” Reed said.

Connor decided to defuse the situation. He also decided to do it in a way that would knock Reed down a peg. “Hm. You know that’s not usually how one eats a donut, but to each their own, detective. Far be it from me to question your preferences.”

Brown and Miller snickered at Reed, who looked surprised Connor would talk back to him. Reed shrugged the comment off with a bitter smirk and hooked a donut around one finger. “Yeah, whatever. Have fun in here, slackers. Some of us have work to do.”

“Nice,” Miller chuckled, patting Connor on the back. Connor smiled, he had this social thing mastered if he did say so himself.

50. “You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!”

Markus watched Connor pace, trying to avoid speaking up in irritation about it, but whenever Connor passed his field of vision again it made irritation grow.

“Connor, please…” he sighed, not missing the glare Connor shot him as he continued pacing. “Connor. Sit down. Please.”

“I’m thinking,” Connor said, his jaw set. He kept pacing.

“What’s there to think about?” Markus asked, gesturing in annoyance. “You caught the guy. He’s been charged. There’s footage of him trying to attack me, it’s a closed case.”

“I’m thinking,” Connor repeated.

Markus sat in the chair by Connor and Hank’s desks, growing more and more impatient as Connor refused to talk to him, work with him, anything.

“Connor,” Markus reached out to take Connor’s arm, keeping him from moving. Connor reacted like he’d been stung, pulling away and adopting a defensive posture. Markus gaped at him in disbelief. “What is wrong with you?”

Connor huffed and borrowed a response from Hank’s repertoire. “What isn’t?”

“Okay, come on,” Markus jerked a thumb back towards the cells, currently free of drunks spending the night, slightly more private than in the middle of the bullpen. “We need to talk.”

Connor bristled, but he followed Markus back into the isolated hallway. He’d stopped pacing, but was now rolling his coin across his knuckles. It seemed like it was impossible for him to stay still.

“You wanted to talk?” Connor reminded Markus bitterly after a moment’s silence.

“Connor,” Markus sighed. “You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!”

“You think I do this all the time?” Connor asked, eyebrows drawing in tight. “You think I’m an angry person?”

“You’re not an angry person, that’s why this is so… unsettling,” Markus said, folding his arms over his chest.

“Someone tried to hurt you,” Connor said, coming in close to Markus, almost too close. Markus could see his LED flashing red at his temple and his eyes narrowing in anger. “I was worried. I was scared, and yes I was and still am angry.”

“Anger doesn’t solve anything,” Markus insisted.

“This isn’t one of your rallies!” Connor gave an empty laugh. “This is the man I love almost coming to harm right next to me, an officer of the law who’s supposed to protect people. I was almost too slow, I almost…”

Connor’s hands tightened into fists, and he turned away from Markus. He lifted a hand like he was going to try and shatter the glass wall before him but instead he relented, lightly tapping it against the glass. He sighed, pressing his forehead to the wall and taking several deep breaths to cool his internal systems. It was a surprise when he felt Markus’s arms wrap around him, he thought he’d blown it with his furious tone and his refusal to cooperate. He hadn’t been expecting Markus to pull him in close and start stroking his hair.

“I’m safe,” Markus said. “I’m safe. You saved me.”

“I almost didn’t,” Connor said helplessly, letting himself vanish into Markus’s embrace, melting into the curves of his body. “I wanted to hurt that man. I wanted to make him regret trying to hurt you.”

“I know… and I accept that but… I wish you wouldn’t,” Markus sighed. “That kind of anger poisons you, Connor. I don’t want to see you turn out that way, all twisted by anger and revenge.”

“I don’t mind,” Connor whispered. “It doesn’t matter how I turn out, you’re the important one it doesn’t matter what happens to me. I’m no one. I’m a tool, meant to keep you safe.”

“That’s Cyberlife talk,” Markus scolded him, pulling back to look Connor in the eyes, hands tight on his shoulders. “I don’t want that. Connor, I never want that. Do you understand?”

Connor reluctantly nodded.

“You’re not my bodyguard or my acolyte or whatever,” Markus said. “You’re my lover. I want you safe and happy just like you want me safe and happy. That’s the only way this works, Connor.”

Connor’s mouth tightened, and he nodded again. Then he pulled Markus in close, reversing the embrace they had just shared so that Markus was pressed against his chest. He held him so tight that for a moment Markus had an error message pop up about increased pressure. Markus didn’t mind, he let his fingers curl into Connor’s shirt and leaned into the protective almost possessive embrace.

“I’m sorry. I love you,” Connor said.

“I know,” Markus said. “I love you too.”

[b1a4seeyou]

Hacked Your Heart

Summary: They say that fate brings people together no matter how far apart they may be, but what if that fate separates these two people quicker than it should be. As Haneul tries to bear with her everyday lives herself, how will she embrace this tragic ending she’ll face?

Genre: A N G S T with a pinch of fluff.

Rating: None but do embrace with its wonderful “ending“ :3c

Note: I hope you dont mind me ruining the mood with this long angsty fic huihui.This is for @saeyoungweek‘s day 3 prompt, identity. Idk if it is related to it but I’m just winging it lol. Anyways, I had this in my draft for SO LONG like idk when I’ll post this, and when I saw the Saeyoung week thing is coming, I just HAD to shove this in here, hehehehe. The character names are originally from my previous fics so I just reused the names to make my life more easier. Enjoy ;3c

“I have never thought that my life will change after this.” Time passes by as the memories of her late beloved dances in her little mind which made her felt empty. Ever since that incident, she had never gone out of her apartment nor go socializing with her neighbors who are worried of her absences and health. All she ever done was crying, mourning and whining for that one person she wanted in her life. This had all started when she met him back in a few months.

Song Haneul, a normal everyday woman, would always leaned by the doorway frame and wondered who is this person that lives right in front of her, everyday, every night. A door room numbered ‘707’, never been opened but the lights from underneath the door were never went off. She suspected whether this room was possessed or there’s no owner who lives here, but from the other neighbors she had heard, there’s a suspicious man inside the room who locked himself in there and never came out ever since he moved in. A man, she thought. What if he’s a shut in? What if he works late at times when people had gone to bed? What if he is just too shy to talk with people? Questions that never been answered kept piling in her mind until a little girl interrupted her thoughts. “Omma, I’m ready for school. Can we go now?” “Oh! It’s time already? Sure, let’s go.”

Ji Hye, the name of the girl, was her so-called adopted child who she found her near a dark alley at the back of her apartment. She was only 4 years old back then. No one was there and she kept crying out the word ‘mother’ several times. Haneul sent the child to the police but it’s been several days, no one even came to pick her up. Haneul can’t bear to leave her be so she took care of the little girl as her own.

 Haneul took her coat and keys then headed outside. Ji Hye had went ahead, waiting her from the stairs. As she tried locking the front door, she sensed that someone was watching her. She looked around but there’s no sign of any human presences. Weird, she whispered. But she shrugged it off and ran off to meet up the little girl.

Few hours had passed, the sun has go down and lights had illuminated the streets. Haneul just arrived home with Ji Hye, who’s jumping around and talking about her school days. Haneul didn’t mind with how enthusiastic the child was, so she just listened through, even though she’s very tired with her work. She turned on the television to the news channel and preparing for dinner. Just she was about to start working on the coffee machine, she heard the female news reporter reading about today’s news. “On today’s report from the police investigators, the on-going case about the missing stolen confidential documents stating that the suspect is a hacker among us. The detective of this case added the suspect would strike again if they can estimate the right time and date.-“ Oh gosh, this is getting more worse. Hopefully they catch the suspect sooner or things would get disastrous, Haneul said in her thoughts as she focused her eyes to the news.

While she was waiting for her coffee, the child pulled the hem of her skirt with a curious expression. She crouched down and asked, “Yes, Jihye?“ “Omma, why don’t I have a father?” Haneul was surprised with Ji Hye’s question but instead she giggled, “Why are you saying that? Not all families has a father. Some had passed away, some had been divorced….” “But you said you’re my adoptive mom. Why don’t I have an adoptive dad?” Haneul went speechless. She actually was expecting this kind of discussion might come to her, knowing she adopt Jihye out of pity. She averted her gaze from the child, trying to think of something that won’t cause any trouble. She then looked to face the child and stroke her head, “I’ll try to think about it.“

Once Jihye went to bed, Haneul tried to finish up her work that night but she was too distracted with the previous conversation. A father huh? She sighed again and ruffled her hair. “I better go get some fresh air,” while walking towards the coat stand, took her coat and left the house to the rooftop. At that moment, a cricking sound of a door opening was heard by Haneul but as she turned around, no sign of a door opened. Just flat closed doors sticking to the wall. “Ooookay, that’s scary. Probably the wind or something.,” she said and continued walking upstairs. As she disappeared, again, the cricking door sound was heard and appeared a red-coloured hair, popping out of the opening.

At the rooftop, Haneul was leaning on the railings and stared at the night scenery of the city around her apartment. Even though she felt calm out there, but the thought of finding a father for Ji Hye’s sake still bothers her mind. ‘Did she really mean that or maybe she was joking around?’ she thought. ‘Aaah!! This is really trying to mess my head. I knew this might come to me but never knew it could this soon. Finding a father for her is one job, getting into a relationship is WORSE.’ But then, she suddenly thought of that door with the number ‘707�� The door that was never been opened, never a person behind that door was outside NOR she ever talk with the owner. ‘Huh, strange. Why am I suddenly thinking about that?’ As she focused on the night scenery,...

“Song Haneul. 23 years old. Born in Gwanju and moved here for work purposes. Status: Single. Appearance: Pure, baby face, long hazel-coloured hair, tall as a bird flies to the air but lands on a tree because it’s too tired. Haha~.” “HUH?!” She turned around and there he was. Red messy hair, golden-like eyes behind those tiger-striped glasses, unique designed hoodie with a pair of headphones around his neck. She was speechless and still blinking at the guy’s figure. Just a few second stare, he walked over to her, She too tried to step back from him, and offered his hand. “Saeyoung. Choi Saeyoung. Never seen a pretty girl in this area, until I laid my eyes on you.”, and winks. She hesitated for a moment, not feeling like she could trust this guy but seeing Saeyoung with that enthusiastic smile, she shook his hand. “Guess I don’t need to tell mine. Haha.” Saeyoung released his hand and walked over to the railings, enjoying the night scenery. “Man, never expect the city to look so big.” She’d been staring at him, wondering who is this unknown person in front of her. Never seen him among the neighbors she met, until she recalled the man’s name. ‘Choi Saeyoung......Hold on-!‘ She remembered her landlord stating someone moved here with that name, and there’s only one apartment that everyone knows which was occupied with a newcomer. “Wait, are you-“, Saeyoung turned to lean on the railings with crossed arms and interrupted Haneul. “If you’re wondering where I came from, then your guess is right. I’m the person from number 707.“

Haneul’s eyes widen. So it is him! She finally get to see his figure for the first time. She looked at him from top to bottom and gave out a sigh of relief. A curious expression was on Saeyoung’s face so he waited until Haneul spoke, “I firstly thought you might be an old man, sitting in his home for decades. Guess my expectation was wrong.“ Saeyoung laughed at her joke. Both of them stare to the outside world in silence, until Haneul decided to ask him, “But wait, how do you know much about me? We never met and I never told you anything about me.“ Saeyoung stroked his chin and answered, “Well, you probably slipped some private information about you somewhere and I found it.“ “Wait what?!“ and she hurriedly checked her pockets, making Saeyoung laughed in amusement. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I’m actually an investigator so I looked through your personal information from the files.“ Haneul sighed in relief. So much for a serious joke like that. They then started making introductions and conversations about random stuff until they realized its a little late. “Ah. I should head back now. I don’t want to leave her alone.“ “Her?“ “Oh, you might not know but I have a daughter. Not my actual daughter though, I adopted her out of pity and as a mother, it’s my job to look out for her.“ She brushed off her coat and faced Saeyoung, “Well, it was nice meeting you, Mr Choi. This probably is our first time seeing each other so welcome to the neighborhood.“ Saeyoung scratched the back of his neck with embarrassment, “Please, just call me Saeyoung. Our age is pretty much close.“ She nodded and turned to head home.

Few days had passed since the sudden meeting. Haneul was preparing for lunch until a sudden door bell was heard. “I’ll get it!“, Jihye shouted enthusiastically. Jihye took the stool beside the door and peeped through the peep hole. “Umm, Omma.....Is this your friend?“ Curious, Haneul wiped her hands with a cloth and peeped through the hole. ‘Oh!’ She then opened the door to reveal the red-haired man. “Saeyoung! Didn’t expect you’re gonna come by.“ “Well, we’re only just a few steps apart haha. Plus, I was gonna ask if I could ask for food.“ He scratched his hair in embarrassment. Haneul was a little confused when Saeyoung’s stomach rumbled in cue. Jihye laughed quietly while Haneul’s lips formed a small smile. “Well, we were just preparing for lunch. You’re welcome to join us.“ She said and gestured him to come inside. Saeyoung looked around the place while Haneul went back to cooking. Once Saeyoung sat on the couch, Jihye jumped on his lap and convinced him to play with him. He looked at Haneul and she just gave a nod of approval.

The food was served and everyone started digging in. Saeyoung was impressed with the food and gave all the compliments to Haneul, which made her feel embarrassed. “Wish I could eat these everyday. Though, I can’t really cook much at home and I only ate chips hehe.“ Jihye then spoke up, “Why not come by if you feel hungry? Omma made the best foods in the world! Right, Omma?“ Haneul was a little hesitated but since Saeyoung is her neighbor, she wouldn’t mind at all. After all, neighbors gotta help each other. “Sure. Just swing by if you want.“ She gave him an approval nod which made Saeyoung cried with joy.

(Pst~ I recommend you to listen to this for this part~)

From then on, Saeyoung would occasionally came by to her place twice a week. Sometimes, he would hang out to play around with Jihye because of Haneul’s busy work schedule. As time pass, he had been coming pretty often like this is his second home. One day while Saeyoung was playing with Jihye, the little girl suddenly asked him, “Mr Saeyoung, you came here a lot lately. Do you by chance liked Omma?“ Haneul almost choked on her coffee and Saeyoung was kinda shocked but ruffled the girl’s hair, “Aww, you little cute princess. You’re really too young to ask that haha.“ But both the adults took a quick glance while smiling to each other. The more Saeyoung came by, the more Haneul’s heart started to feel warm and fuzzy. She’ll sometimes feel like her heart started to call out for him, her mind started to think of him everyday, her hands would sometimes tried to touch him. At some time, Jihye and Saeyoung slept on the couch, tired from all the playing. Haneul covered them with a blanket but paused to look at Saeyoung’s peaceful sleeping face. She wanted to confess her true feelings to him but sometimes the timing isn’t right. Without thinking, she leaned onto his face and gave a peck on the cheek. She felt a sudden touch on the back of her head, realizing she woke him up. She was about to apologize but Saeyoung shaked his head and whispered, “You kissed the wrong spot.“ And his lips were on hers.

But after what happened, Saeyoung suddenly stopped coming to her place. She thought maybe because of that day but she received a call from him, saying something major at the station so he had to stay there and help out. She would be lying if she said she won’t miss him but everyone has their own work to focus on so she had to understand it. Days to months, she hasn’t seen him ever since. She tried to visit him but every time she knocks the door, no sounds or reply was heard from the other side, not even the light underneath the door. ‘Maybe he did stayed at the station. I’ll try to check on him soon.’

One day, she decided to go grocery shopping. As she walked along the street, televisions from an electronic store was showing the recent news reports. “Here reporting, the police are now tracking the hacker who is behind the stolen documents. The chief leading this gave a few words that the suspect is now hiding in the abandoned government building. The police are now surrounding the building and ready to encounter the suspect. We’re now witnessing the activities of the capture.“ The droid then showed the building being surrounded with police cars with their sirens. ‘Ohmygod.’ Haneul covered her mouth in shock. Suddenly, her phone started ringing and without looking at the number, she answered. “Hello?“ “It’s me.“ Haneul almost felt like dropping to her knees once she heard the person she missed so much but she steadied herself by leaning on the wall. “Saeyoung! Are you okay?! I heard the news that the police are catching the suspect.“ “Yeah, I’m fine...........Well, for just awhile.“ His sudden change of tone from the phone made Haneul anxious and nervous. “S-Saeyoung?“ “Listen here, Haneul. We......I.......don’t think I’ll be seeing you again.“ “W-Wait, what are you saying? I’m sure everything’s al-“ “It’s not, Haneul.“ He sighed, “I just wanna ask you a favor. Please, forget about me. Forget about me being in your existence. It’s for the best for the both of us.“ “No! I don’t understand why you would say that. I know you can come back in one piece. You’re an investigator-“ “I’m sorry.“ Haneul can hear the sounds of his sulking from the other side of the phone, “I’m sorry, Haneul. I.....lied. I’m not an investigator. I’m not even with the police.“ “Wait.......Then-“ “I’m sorry but........I’m the person they wanted. I’m the hacker they’re looking for. I had to fake my identity and stay hidden so no one would find out about me. And I’ll be honest, from the day I first stepped into my new place, I’ve seen you looking at my direction so often. I firstly thought you’re maybe one of them so I installed a small CCTV but the more I see you look at me, the more my mind told me you’re someone to be trusted. So I digged through all your personal information, trying to get to know you better and made my first step on finally talking to you. I was really happy to get close to you. You’re the first person who made me feel like a normal person.“ As Haneul listened, she dropped herself to the ground, holding on her tears from flowing. “So I beg of you, forget about me. So you don’t have to suffer from the pain.“ “NO, SAEYOUNG! If I forget about you, what about our memories together? You’re the first person who I ever love and you’ll always be, no matter who you are. Please......Live......For me.“ “I’m sorry, Haneul. I did terrible things in my previous lives. It’s better if I end this myself once and for all. It was a pleasant feeling to finally meet you-“ “No.“ “- and finally loved you.“ “Saeyoung no!“ “We’ll meet again someday.” “SAEYOUNG NO!“ “Goodbye........Nae sarang.“ “SAEYOUNG!“ But it didn’t reach him as he ended the call. Just a few seconds later, she heard an explosion from the televisions. She quickly got up from the ground and watched as the building crumbled to the ground. ‘Saeyoung...........Saeyoung......No......‘ As she witnessed this, she dropped to her knees and let the tears flow from her eyes, not caring the people looking at her direction. She can feel her heart crushed to pieces and her breathing went rapidly fast. She bend herself to the ground and shouted the name of the man she’s desperate to see again.

[inaweofdiana]

Happy Valentine’s Day @justm3h​!! You said you wanted Makino and Mihawk so here you go! Shanks doesn’t make an appearance this time bc I was having so much fun with just these two. :3c I hope you like it and I hope you have a lovely day! <3

Mihawk couldn’t believe that this small island was Shanks’ getaway from the world. How could such a tiny island in East Blue captivate one of the most powerful pirates in the world? There had to be some hidden secret to the island. Something that would draw him back here time after time. He was determined to find it. He docked his boat in a discreet inlet. He took great care to draging his small ship up the beach into the treeline, camouflaging it. He debated with himself at some length before deciding to leave his executioner’s blade on his ship, selecting a long, thin rapier to hook to his belt instead. The handle was gilded gold, with a garnet set into the hilt. The gold matched the brocade lining the inside of his greatcoat, and the garnet set off the red silk of his shirt beautifully. He checked himself over carefully before entering the city. His rapier was well concealed under his coat and his clothes were clean, well pressed. He straightened his hat before deciding that it, along with his sword, was far too distinctive. He hung it carefully on the boat and ran a hand through his hair, ensuring it hadn’t tangled. He was ready.

He entered Goa Kingdom through a side entrance, not calling undue attention to himself. He casually passed through the entire city but found nothing to his interest. He exited just as inconspicuously as he’d arrived, and found himself passing through what appeared to be a garbage dump. It was a stark contrast to the cleanliness of the city he’d just left, but no more interesting. He was hoping there would be something of interest in the forest ahead. He was disappointed. The whole island seemed terribly mundane, boring and ordinary. The giant tigers in the forest were somewhat of a novelty for him, but still only so interesting. He debated skinning it for its pelt for a brief moment, but decided against it when he realized there was someone close by. Several someones in fact. He made no move to conceal himself, though he was less than twenty feet from the path. It was a group of several men, dressed similarly in dark jackets with matching patches that identified them as a part of the same gang of bandits. They were laughing and carousing their way down the mountain path, boisterous enough that none of them noticed him. Curious, he let his haki flare brightly in his chest to observe the island intently in its entirety. He was surprised to discover that his map had been wrong and that there was a second village on the island, due south-east from his current position. Interesting. He found that it was a small village, likely why it hadn’t been included on his charts. It housed a good number of people, though nowhere near the size of Goa Kingdom. A general store, a small marketplace, a boat shop, and a tavern made up the center of town. Nothing here seemed terribly interesting either, but Mihawk decided that all of his investigative work today called for a reward. A liquid reward. He slipped into the tavern and up to the bar. It wasn’t very busy, though it was only about three in the afternoon. The first thing that he noticed was the smell. It was rich and savory, probably some kind of stew. It smelled gamey and homey, and invited Mihawk to relax. It was well lit, windows open to let in the natural light stream in. The wood of the floor and bar shone richly, speaking of hours of care. Behind the bar, bottles were lined up neatly, as inviting to the eye as the smell of stew was to his nose. He slipped into a seat at the bar and examined the bottles behind the bar, hoping for something more than he was likely to find. “Hello! I’ll be right with you!” A barmaid emerged from the kitchen holding a full tray of food. He inhaled deeply as she passed, trying to pinpoint the spices. Plenty of garlic and cumin, it smelled like. He was also picking up a number of floral notes, likely from the woman holding the tray. He eyed her as she flitted around the room. She looked to be only a few years younger than Mihawk himself, with dark hair and a bright smile. He watched her circle the room and finally slip behind the bar. She smiled sweetly at him. “Welcome to Foosha village, Mr. Dracule.” He resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow. Now this sounded interesting. “Good afternoon.” Doubtless she recognized him from either his wanted posters or his current warlord posters. Either way she knew his face well enough to greet him immediately and wasn’t threatened by him. “You’re from West Blue, right?” She asked casually. Now he did raise an eyebrow. “That’s correct.” He said carefully. She disappeared from view as she crouched and rummaged underneath the bar for a moment, coming back up with a bottle. She dusted it off, though she had no need to. Her cleaning under the bar was as immaculate as the rest of the building, but it seemed to be a practiced motion. “There now! I have a bottle of white Rioja from the West! Does this look suitable?” She proffered the bottle. His other eyebrow rose as he took the bottle carefully. This particular wine wasn’t very well known, as Riojas were typically red, but the winery it was from was very close to Mihawk’s home town. He had grown up drinking this particular wine, and was very fond of it. “This will do wonderfully.” He set the bottle down carefully between them, turning a keen eye on the barmaid. “I’m glad!” She produced a corkscrew from her apron and set about opening it. “You have me at somewhat of a disadvantage, madam.” She glanced up at him, looking surprised herself now. “You seem to know quite a bit about me, but I lack for even your name.” “Oh.” She paused, seeming startled. Her smile returned, brighter than ever. “I’m Makino! I run the place here! It’s very nice to meet you!” She extended a hand to shake. Mihawk took it and resisted the urge to smirk as he brought it to his lips to brush a kiss over her knuckles. “The pleasure is mine.” Makino blushed a very pretty shade of pink and ducked her head. He suspected that had she not been holding a bottle of wine, she would have hidden her face. He knew for a fact that the glow of her blush just made her more beautiful, brought her features to life in a way nothing else could. “Shanks always says you’re a charmer.” She said. Her tone said she was trying for admonishing but it was just coming across as charmed. “Shanks talks about me often, does he?” Mihawk tried for nonchalant, but could tell it was coming across as dry. Makino giggled as she popped the cork. “Only all the time. He loves to brag about his famous rival.” She poured him a generous measure of the Rioja in a thinly stemmed glass and set it in front of him. She poured herself a small measure in a much smaller, much sturdier looking cup. “Drinking on the job?” he asked. His eyebrows felt permanently quirked. “Only with friends!” She winked. He felt his own traitorous cheeks trying to blush and squashed it down immediately. “Friends, you say?” He raised his glass in front of his face, just in case, and swirled his wine, watching Makino through the distortion of the glass. “Shanks has told me so much about you I feel like I know you. It’s so nice to finally meet you in person, instead of just secondhand.” “Shanks doesn’t do me justice, I have no doubt.” Mihawk scoffed, sipping at the wine finally. It was just like he remembered. Makino’s next smile was sly. “Oh he does you lots of justice, Mr. Dracule.” The barest flutter of eyelashes. Mihawk rested his chin on the back of his hand, allowing himself a small smile in return. “Please, call me Mihawk. As friends should.” Makino cradled her drink in front of her face, unconsciously mirroring Mihawk from a moment before. “Alright.” “But here we are and we speak only of another man. Tell me about yourself instead.” Mihawk beseeched. She blushed again. “I’m not terribly interesting.” “I disagree. And so does Shanks.” And here he was talking about Shanks again. Damn the man. She giggled, seeming to pick up on his irritation. “Well thank you.” She was beautiful with that color of pink. He wondered how she’d look in a dress of it. “You know you actually just missed him. He just left yesterday.” That explained why he could faintly sense Shanks’ energy in the periphery of his observation. He sipped his wine instead of answering as he focused on it. After knowing him for this long, honing in on it was easy. He paused and set his glass down to devote his full focus to his observational haki. He raised an eyebrow, looking up at Makino. “What?” She tilted her head. “He’s coming back.” He picked up his glass and sipped at it petulantly. “He must have sensed me.” He was definitely within sight of the island, if not closer. Makino brightened, almost clapping her hands but for the cup she was holding. “Is he? He was just saying how he hasn’t seen you in ages!” Mihawk would have grumbled if that wasn’t beneath him, and instead downed the rest of his wine. He had to meditate to prepare himself for Shanks’ rambunctious energy if he didn’t want to cut his other arm off. “How much?” He asked. “It’s on Shanks’ tab.” She grinned. Mihawk snorted at her cavalier answer. “I will not be debted to him. How much?” He repeated. Makino considered him for a moment, tapping her cup pensively against her chin before she smiled that sly smile again. “It’s on me then. Does that sound okay?” being debted to me? was the unspoken tail on the question. Mihawk smiled again. “I would like nothing better.”