#haz answers things

[hazmatmaid]

What are your current thoughts on Gaster’s motives with the Secret Bosses, if you had to give your best guess?

To be completely honest, I'm of the mind that he doesn't necessarily have malicious intent with breaking their senses of reality (if he is the one doing it), but he severely misjudges how they're going to take the information he gives them.

So he's less of a villainous force, and more of a cryptid that flits in the corner of your eye, and as soon as you turn your head like "What? What was that?" your croissant has gone missing.

[hazmatmaid]

Thanksy, friendo-man. Repeats are probably allowed, but for the sake of variety I won’t.

Luigi (Super Mario series)

WALL•E

The Last Stag (Hollow Knight)

All of my sheep in Minecraft (one for each color)

Alphonse Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

I probably could’ve thought more on this, but this is a pretty good list I think. They all make me happy.

I would’ve included Shirley, Sera, and Piper, but I personally feel like listing my OCs is cheating :<

Next up (maybe):

@coffilover @phishcaek @marysoulteller @thepixelatedcactus @ythaenagor

5 Comfort Characters, 5 Tags

Thanks for the tag @mako-neexu, this seems pretty fun.

Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint (orv)

Bedivere from fgo

Watanuki Kimihiro from XxxHolic

Romani Archaman also from fgo (i cry thinking of this man)

Xiao from Genshin Impact

Honorable Mentions (bc they deserve it): Oberon Vortigern, Dimitri fire emblem, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xie Lian tgcf.

Tags: @loomss, @chaoticending, @torrentialslide, @lee-hakhyun, @thevoidofshitposts. Of course, it's completely optional, and anyone interested can participate.

[spookythesillyfella]

SPOOKY OH MY GOD I WANTED TO JUST INBOX YOU AND I SMILED INSTANTLY SEEING YOU HAD THEM OPENED, I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG YOU WILL BUT I'M GOING TO TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE OF THIS TO ASK THIS. Do any of the characters in High Voltage have a specific place they dream of escaping to? A place they long to be, imagining it constantly because their current reality feels unbearable or painful? This could really be ANYTHING. It doesn't need to be extravagant, or it could be exactly that?? I'm just really curious about whether any characters have these places of "escapism"! IF THIS ASK IS REVEALING TOO MUCH LORE YOU DON'T WANT OUT THERE YOU CAN IGNORE IT FOR NOW, AND IF IT'S OVERWHELMING TO REPLY TO DON'T FEEL YOU NEED TO!! I just wanted to ask something related to your story since I think about it constantly

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! THANK YOU FOR READING THIS I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING YOU AGAIN!!

OHH !! YESS !! NOW THIZ IZ A FANTAZTIC QUEZTION !!

to sidenote before the actual in depth anzwerz : juzt like in project sekai [i waz bazically copying every little thing from it back like two yearz ago] i did think of a sort of SEKAI for High Voltage specifically – it waz suppozed to be an empty . dark bedroom . with a flourishing flower garden right outzide [i even made a Miku dezign for it – i thought that their significant vocaloid would've been Rana . since she reprezentz human creativity]

but enough about my quite stupid idealz ; letz get into THEIR stupid idealz !!!

★ TRACEY : when Tracey findz themzelvez in a tough spot . they tend to think about the home they have in Colinz digital world ; having spent so much time in their life without one makez it all the more important to them – itz a place of comfort that . after so much fighting . they finally have – and they're happy to know that . no matter how rough of a day they've had . they can come back home

★ SHRIGNOLD : Shrigz haz been told all hiz life that the place mozt comfortable iz the warmth of the church ; however . the place hez found mozt comfort in iz Larz' home – they know itz not a very "holy" ideal . but sometimez he thinkz about laying beneath the coverz in hiz apartment . of the diztinct smell of booze it all haz . of how quiet it all iz ... and that kind of helpz him remember hiz true purpoze – to save otherz from their mizery [becauze what ELZE would they think ???]

★ BRENDON : for brendon . a favourite place iz a bit difficult to pin down – he doezn't have a particular attachment to a "place" . per se ; however . he doez like one "spot" the bezt – the window from hiz room leading to the emergency stairway ; opening it for a breath of fresh air . to smoke . to meet up with Tracey after they agonizingly climb up all the way to the top juzt to see him . or with Shrig who had to fly quite a while to get there juzt for an idle chat . or simply juzt looking out through it at the city from above – it bringz a diztinct serenity that nothing elze managez to

★ LARZ : for Larz . therez no real place where he feelz "safe" – no matter where he goez . or who hez with . he alwayz feelz the dread of being found by the wrong people [or "perzon" . in thiz caze] and being at rizk of hiz safety ; however . if he had to think about a place that would "feel safe" . it would be the playground he uzed to frequent when he waz a kid – a place that remindz him of everything when it all uzed to be simple . when the problemz hez running away from didn't exizt . when he could play tag or hide-and-seek . scrape hiz kneez and elbowz and only thoze were hiz biggezt concernz in the world

★ TONY : Tony alwayz [and i really do mean ALWAYZ] thinkz about The Forezt ; it had alwayz been such an important place to him – holding negative and pozitive memoriez alike – and . biweekly . he tendz to go for a walk through there to clear hiz mind [and to go vizit a certain "item" that iz all thatz left of hiz pazt] ; if only he remembered more thingz about the houze he uzed to live in alzo ...

★ SKETCHBOOK : juzt like Tony . their ideal escape place iz The Forezt . although definitely not for the same reazonz ; for Sketch . thiz waz the place where she and tony shared their firzt exchange . it waz where paper would run after a long day of mizfortunez at the orphanage . they spent hourz and hourz together . mucking around doing whatever ; The Forezt . to Sketch . became an extenzion of Tony . and perhapz thatz what made it so special

★ COLIN : Colin findz the mozt comfort in hiz digital world ; az much az the awful memory of why it waz created . or how itz been tampered with time and time again . he wouldn't trade it for the world ; he made it into a refugee for himzelf . for the people he lovez – in the beginning . he found so much enjoyment in the barren . white nothingnezz of the empty world . but hez come around to liking it when itz buzzing with life all the more

okay uh . doez thiz make sense ? not really

but i had fun anzwering thiz – it waz a queztion that gave me the opportunity to look deeper into my meowz . and i really do like theze typez of queztionz !!!

[dont-open-dead-inside-net]

also maybe erica #3 :0?

[my-castles-crumbling]

fifteen - june 15 - jegulus - james raising harry - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 612 - based on @ccccatttta 's post!

“Alright, Haz. Fifteen pounds, and that’s it, okay?” James said anxiously, hovering outside of the store door and hanging the crisp notes to his son.

“But Da!” Harry whined, frowning. “What if that’s not enough to get you something pretty?”

Harry had been begging for weeks to get James something for Father’s Day. The problem was, nobody was available to take him to the store, and of course, Harry refused to allow James to go in with him, since that would ‘ruin the surprise.’ So, after much negotiation on Harry’s part and worrying on James’s, they’d settled on a small store in their neighborhood with one way in and out. Harry had fifteen pounds and fifteen minutes. 

“Whatever you can get me with that will be perfect, darling,” James said, smiling at the five-year-old. “Now run quick! We still need to get lunch!”

So, beaming, Harry bolted inside.

And James immediately began biting his fingernails.

It wasn’t that Harry wasn’t capable. James and Lily had raised the young boy to be exceptionally polite, and he was able to use money enough to at least give a store clerk the right amount needed. 

It was the fact that he was doing this alone. Which meant that one, he could face danger and two, he might be capable of doing other things alone and therefore he was growing up and might no longer need James.

Both things were equally terrifying.

But still, James reminded himself that the young boy needed independence, and he had to make sure to give it to him. So he waited, eyes on the time, and allowed his son to peruse the small store.

It was only when ten minutes had gone by that the door opened again and Harry ran out, grinning, tugging a man along behind him with a triumphant look on his little face like he’d just found buried treasure.

“Da! I got you this!” he exclaimed, pulling the man to James.

James gaped. 

Not only was the man looking down at Harry with a kindly bemused look, but he was fucking stunning. Black curls, blue-gray eyes, a smile that made James’s stomach lurch, perfectly chiselled cheekbones and jawline…fuck. 

“Er, hi,” James said awkwardly, acknowledging the man before he turned to his son. “Harry, who’s this?”

“This is your present! A pretty boy for you! And he was free!” Harry answered excitedly, jumping up and down a bit. “Happy Father’s Day.”

The man spoke for the first time. “Sorry, he was very persuasive,” he chuckled softly. “I didn’t know how to tell him I’m not for sale.”

“Th-that’s okay,” James stuttered, already embarrassingly taken by the man. “What’s your name?”

“Regulus,” the shorter man smirked a bit. “And you?”

“James.”

“Well, James. Harry. Happy Father’s Day,” Regulus said with a small smile.

“Wait!” Both Harry and James yelled out at the same time, causing Regulus to turn.

“You are my present,” Harry declared, frowning and stomping his foot.

James took that as an opening. “Erm. We shouldn’t let him down, you know? I think…you should at least give me your number?” he asked giving Regulus a hopeful grin.

At that, the shorter man let out a little laugh. “Oh, that’s what you’re going with? ‘Give me your number, for the children?’” He raised an eyebrow, but he was grinning.

“Yes,” James replied, smiling too.

“Well, good for you that I happen to like kids. Much more than adults, actually,” Regulus snorted, reaching for James’s phone and programming in his phone number. “Harry has won my favor. Let’s see if you do, too. James.”

A few moments later, both Harry and James left the store, beaming and giddy.

[whore4wroetoshaw]

pillowtalk (w2s x reader)

warnings: smut smut smut

the video.

you loved your boyfriend. he was it for you. and not in the fleeting, butterfly way. not a crush that faded when things got difficult. no—he was the one you could scream at and argue with and then fall asleep tangled in the same sheet an hour later. the one who knew exactly how you liked your tea, exactly how to get under your skin, and exactly how to worship every inch of your body like it was the only language he spoke.

and oh, my god. he was the best sex you'd ever had. hands down. absolutely zero contest. you’d look at him and think he was very vanilla, but the way he fucked you? slow, deep, possesive—like he was trying to carve his name into your bones and remind you exactly who you belonged to. it made you feral. 

so when he asked you—on camera, during a truth or drink sidemen video, the prick—“have you ever faked an orgasm with me?” and you didn’t say no like he expected you to… you picked up your shot of tequila, knocked it back, and put the glass down like you were putting a final nail in a coffin.

trust, he was good at pleasing you. the things he could do with his tongue... jesus. the man was skilled. it was just that one time. to be honest, it wasn't even his fault. you were just tired, your head wasn't in it, and you just didn't want him to feel bad. so, you faked a few shaky breaths, moaned out his name, and smiled through the guilt. and that was it. one time. forgotten.

"it was just that one time—i wasn't in the mood, y'know? stop laughing, jj." you tried to surpress your giggles because of the look on harry's face.

you thought that was the end of it. one shot. one simple, honest answer. the boys were already laughing and moving on—ethan reading the next question with a shit-eating grin, jj still laughing like he usually did.

but harry?

harry was staring. he didn't laugh. didn't even crack a smile. he sat back, eyebrows slightly raised, lips twitching like he was trying to solve a maths problem. his whole expression unreadable. way too quiet for harry.

the rest of the video felt long. every time he laughed, every time he smiled or chimed in, you could feel the weight of his attention still hanging off you. he didn’t say much after that, just finished the game with a casual shrug, fingers drumming on the table.

the car ride.

it was so fucking quiet. not in an awkward way. no tension between you as people—you were fine. it was fine.

but it was so quiet.

harry's eyes were on the road, hand steady on the wheel. the only sounds were the low hum of the engine, and the occasional turn signal.

but you could feel him.

feel his gaze flicker over to you at red lights. feel the way his fingers tapped restlessly against the steering wheel. feel the heat simmering between you, hotter by the second.

so, you broke the silence. "what's going on in that pretty head of yours, hm? you're awfully quiet."

his knuckles tightened on the wheel. "hm? nothing. just... thinking."

"about what?" you turned your knees slightly towards him, now looking at his absolutely flawless side profile.

"you know what." his jaw clenched, a small smirk on his face.

you rolled your eyes. "haz, you're still on that? it was just a game. i don't even remember when it happ—"

he didn't look at you. "i'm just trying to figure out how i missed it."

"babe, come on. it was years ago, harry. you didn't do anything wrong. it wasn't about you. i swear." you laughed, reaching over to rub his knee as reassurement.

he looked down, and then up again. after a few moments of silence, he spoke, his voice lower. "i don't want you to feel like you have to perform with me."

"baby. it was one time. it's so insignificant that i don't even remember when it happened." you leaned over and brushed a soft kiss on his cheek.

after you reached home.

the front door clicked shut behind you with a soft thud, and that was it. the match dropped.

he didn’t speak. just watched as you kicked off your shoes and turned toward him, still trying to act normal—casual—like your heart wasn’t hammering in your chest.

you opened your mouth to say something—

but he was on you.

mouth crashing to yours, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. you stumbled back into the wall with a thud, gasping against his lips, his body crowding yours, warm and solid and desperate.

"fuckin' hell, y/n," he muttered against your mouth, kissing you like he was trying to devour your soul. "i'm losing my fucking mind."

“didn’t think you’d spiral this hard,” you breathed.

his hand curled around your jaw, thumb dragging across your bottom lip. "i’ve been replaying every sound you’ve made with me in my head. every fucking moan. every breath. trying to figure out which one was a lie.” his voice dropped. “you realise how mental that is?”

you swallowed, chest rising and falling fast.

he tilted your chin up. “so now i’m gonna make sure there’s no confusion.”

before you could even react, his hands reached the back of your thighs, and he picked you up in a go. a gasp slipped from your lips as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the pressure of his hard-on pressing firmly against your core through the thin barrier of your clothes. the contact drew a soft whimper from your throat—needy and unfiltered.

harry smirked against your skin. "that all for me, love?" he murmured, his voice rough as his mouth found your neck for the millionth time.

you just whined in response and grabbed his hair, latching your lips onto his again. he chuckled lowly, and carried you to the bedroom door, throwing it open.

he kicked the door shut behind him with a thud that echoed, not that either of you noticed—too lost in the haze of each other, barely making it two steps before tossing you onto the mattress like you weighed nothing. you bounced once, breath catching as you pushed yourself up on your elbows.

he climbed on top of you, hovering for a moment as he tried to take in your presence, his fingers trailing under the hem of your top.

that's it. you couldn't take it anymore.

"goddamn it, harry." you surged up and yanked his shirt over his head in one go, fingers fumbling in your haste, lips catching his halfway through. it was teeth and tongue and heat, and all of it tinged with frustration.

"a little bit impatient there, huh?" he laughed as he tugged your top over your head and tossed it somewhere behind him, already reaching for your jeans.

“can you blame me?” you huffed, breath shaky as you wriggled out of them, your hands everywhere—his neck, his shoulders, everywhere. "you've been staring at me with bedroom eyes all day long, bruv."

harry laughed under his breath—low and rough—as he popped the button of your jeans and slid them down—along with your underwear— in one swift movement, eyes trailing down the length of you like he hadn’t seen you naked a thousand times before.

you bit your lip, cheeks flushed, eyes flickering down for a moment before dragging back up to meet his. your hands moved slowly to his belt, fingers slipping beneath the leather and tugging with careful urgency—like you couldn’t bear another second but also wanted to savour it.

you pulled it free in one smooth motion, letting it drop off the side of the bed with a soft thud. your fingers didn’t falter—next came the button of his jeans, the slow drag of the zip. you felt him twitch beneath your touch, felt the tension ripple through his abdomen.

“you’re killing me, babe,” he muttered, voice low, reverent, as he watched your hands work.

“good,” you whispered, slipping your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and sliding everything down in one go. he kicked them off without looking, never taking his eyes off you.

there he was: all of him, exposed to you, his cock thick and flushed, already dripping with need. your breath hitched in your throat, eyes tracing over every inch of him. the way his muscles tightened under his skin, the deep v of his hips leading to his hard length. It was almost too much.

you reached out, wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling the heat of him in your hand. you could feel the veins throbbing beneath your touch, his length heavy and solid in your palm. "please fuck me," you whimpered.

he let out a ragged breath, his hands immediately grabbing at your legs, pulling you to him as he knelt between your thighs. and just like that, he leaned forward, pushing your legs apart as he aligned himself with your entrance. his eyes flickered to yours, a silent question. you nodded, breathless, barely able to form a sentence.

harry didn’t need another word. he sank into you in one deliberate thrust, his cock filling you, stretching you in the best possible way. you gasped at the sensation, your back arching off the bed, and he groaned in response, his hand sliding to your hip to hold you in place.

jesus, even after years of being together, you were still caught off guard by his size every single time. “god,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, as he stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to him. “you feel fucking perfect.”

harry didn’t waste another moment. he withdrew slightly, then slammed back into you with force, making you gasp as your body jolted from the impact. his pace was immediate, fast, relentless—he wasn’t holding back. every thrust sent waves of pleasure through you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

you moaned out his name as your hands scrambled for purchase on his back, digging your nails into his skin. you gasped as you tried to meet each of his thrusts, your body working in perfect sync with his. there was no gentleness in this; there didn’t need to be. after all these years, neither of you held back anymore.

he gripped your legs tighter, pushing them up and apart to get even deeper, his hips snapping against yours with brutal force. every thrust hit you at the perfect angle, his cock filling you so completely that you could barely breathe. "oh my god, harry!"

you gasped, hips bucking as the familiar pressure started to build again in your core. the pace didn’t slow—if anything, harry pushed harder, faster, making sure you didn’t have time to catch your breath. his hands were everywhere—on your hips, your chest, your throat—as he fucked you like he owned you.

you felt your orgasm rise up, sudden and overwhelming. the sensation spread through every inch of you, every nerve firing at once as you came hard around him, screaming his name as you tightened around his cock. your whole body trembled, the force of it making your vision blur for a moment.

but harry didn’t stop. he was relentless, chasing his own high now, his pace never wavering as he fucked you through your orgasm. the tension was unbearable, and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust into you with a final, deep stroke, groaning your name as he came hard inside you, his release spilling deep, filling you completely.

you both collapsed in the aftershocks of your highs, your body limp and trembling beneath him, as he kissed your neck, his breath ragged.

"oh my god," you heaved, recovering from your orgasm. "oh love, we're not done."

[w2soneshots]

Can you make a short one about us singing Harry’s distrack home alone and he brings the boys home and they just hear us singing it and cooking. And We Get scared and emberesed all all it is just super fluffy

Caught -W2S

words: 0.5k+

warnings: none.

summary: when you’re home alone you subconsciously start singing Harry’s old diss track. But unbeknownst to you four of the sidemen are listening.

notes: I love this idea! I think it's time for my monthly 'sidemen diss tracks' rewatch😂. Enjoy babe!🌟💞

"Creature was shit. Why did we have to wait four months for it?" I sang quietly as I made myself dinner. "You said you were evolving, but you didn't do bits. You just evolved into the first male with tits." I continued before taking a sip of the wine I just poured. "You said you had to get some things off your chest. So, tell me, why the fuck do you still have breasts?"

I've been with Harry for years. We met just as he moved to London and immediately hit it off. So I was present for the entire diss track era, meaning I have unintentionally learned the lyrics to Harry's 'Ksi Sucks' song. Along with the fact it's recently gone viral and is all over TikTok. "Yeah, you're leaving the Sidemen, but, thankfully. You made the other guys. But you didn't make me. So I can stand here on my own two feet. As I chat shit about you on this old-school beat." The pan sizzled as the chicken cooked, and a puff of steam erupted into the air.

I heard a chuckle and I jumped, along with a small screech from my mouth. I quickly whirled around to see Harry, Ethan, JJ and Simon stood in my living room, with massive smiles on their faces. "Fuckin hell you scared the shit out of me!" Harry chuckled. "were you just singing my diss track?" My face turned red from embarrassment. "Uhm... yea it's stuck in my head." I replied. All four of them burst out laughing.

"Are you hungry? I made way too much food." I asked as the boys sat down on the sofa. "Yea sure, that would be great." Harry answered. The boys nodded their heads happily. I smiled lightly then returned to cooking the food. Once it was finished I plated it up onto five different plates then everyone came to sit down.

"So how come you all came back here?" I asked after a few minutes. "We need to make some last minute decisions for our next shoot so I said we could do it at our place." Harry replied. I nodded "well you could've sent me a quick text Haz. Maybe I wouldn't have been caught singing." I said sarcastically. A small rumble of laughter came from Ethan. "You were pretty good to be fair." Simon joked. I rolled my eyes and continued eating my food. Since I've known Harry for so many years I'm pretty comfortable with the boys and have amazing friendships with the girls (especially Freya since she was also here from the very beginning).

Once everyone had finished JJ offered to clear the plates away but I told him that I'd do it and for him to get on with the work he needed to do. After cleaning up I headed into the bedroom to watch tv. I heard many laughs and loud talking. "It's going to take them ages to finish that if they keep messing around." I thought. But after almost an hour they were finished and Harry was crawling into bed next to me.

[summerjaneee]

Held, Heard, Home

A little something written for those who need a little friendship to cheer you up, Harry Lewis will always look like he needs a hug. Not completely proof-read but scanned Enjoy xoxo Word count: 1.5k

Harry Lewis is feeling a certain down recently, Ethan takes the step to help bog. Sidemen are there for his friend, as they always will be <3

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Ethan had always known Harry to be the kind of person who laughed with his whole chest — the kind of laugh that made other people laugh, even if they didn’t get the joke. But lately, he’d been… muted. Like someone had turned down the volume on him, and no one knew where the remote had gone.

It started with smaller things. Missed messages. Jokes that didn’t land. The kind of silences that stretched just a little too long. Harry stopped staying late after shoots. Stopped showing up early for coffee. And when he was around, his smile looked like something he borrowed and forgot to return. Ethan noticed it before anyone else. Maybe because he looked harder. Maybe because he knew, in that bone-deep, unspoken kind of way that best friends just do. But knowing and helping were two different beasts.

So he tried. In his own gentle way. Bringing over Harry’s favorite snacks. Texting dumb memes at 2 AM. Suggesting games they hadn’t played in years. He even suggested a walk once and Harry had gone quiet, eyes glazed over, then said maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow never came. It was a Wednesday when Ethan made the call. Harry hadn’t answered his messages in two days. The kind of silence that felt heavy. Wrong. And when Ethan swung by his flat that afternoon, he could tell Harry was home, lights off, curtains drawn, but his car parked out front. Ethan stood at the door for a full five minutes before knocking.

Nothing. His stomach twisted. That night, Ethan opened the group chat.

Ethan: Boys, I need your help. It’s about Harry. It only took seconds for responses to roll in. Tobi: What’s going on? Simon: Is he alright? Vik: Ethan? You good? Ethan: I don’t think he’s okay. I’ve been trying to reach him. He’s been… off for a while. And I think it’s getting worse. JJ: I knew something was up. He’s been ghosting shoots. Didn’t even reply to my message about the Sidemen Sunday video. Josh: What can we do? Ethan: We go to him. All of us. He needs to know he’s not alone. There was a pause. Then a flood of thumbs-up emojis and “I’m in.”

They showed up the next evening. Six of them. Not loud, not laughing, just present. Each holding something simple. Josh brought food. JJ brought that ridiculous hoodie Harry always stole. Vik brought a board game. Tobi had his speaker tucked under his arm. Simon had a card, handwritten, folded carefully, something he’d scratched out and rewritten a dozen times. Ethan knocked. Again. Then quietly called through the door. “Haz, it’s us.” A long pause. And then… the door opened. Harry looked like he hadn’t slept in days. His eyes were dull, his skin pale. He wore the same jumper Ethan had seen him in two weeks ago. But more than that — he looked tired. The kind of tired that wasn’t about sleep. The kind that lived behind your ribs. No one said anything for a moment. Then Tobi just stepped forward and wrapped him in a hug. No words. Just warmth. Harry stood there, frozen, until something broke. His arms lifted slowly, hesitantly — and then he gripped Tobi back like he was afraid to let go.

The rest followed. Quiet, strong. Each hug chipped away at the shell Harry had built around himself. No one forced him to talk. They just came in, sat with him, and stayed. They filled the silence with laughter, stories, memories. JJ did impressions. Josh made tea. Vik set up the game. Simon sat beside Harry on the couch, shoulder to shoulder, not saying a word. Ethan watched it all from the kitchen, eyes stinging. It wasn’t a fix. It wasn’t magic. But it was something. And Harry — for the first time in weeks — let himself feel it. Let himself be seen. The mask slipped.

Eventually, as the sky outside faded into blue, Harry spoke. “I didn’t know how to say it,” he whispered. Ethan sat beside him. “Say what?” “That I wasn’t okay. That I didn’t know how to be around people anymore. That waking up felt… like a chore.” No one moved. No one rushed to fill the silence. “You didn’t have to say it,” Simon said gently. “We see you, mate. We love you. All of us.” Harry blinked hard. “I thought I’d bring everyone down.” “You’re not a burden,” Vik said. “You’re our friend.” “You’re family,” JJ added. Harry looked at them all — really looked. And for the first time, he didn’t feel like he had to smile to be loved. He just was. He tugged the sleeves of his jumper down over his hands, fidgeting with the hem. “Thanks for coming,” he said quietly. Ethan nudged him with his elbow. “We never left.” That night, the flat was full again. Full of laughter. Music. Quiet check-ins. The sound of pizza boxes opening. The sound of hearts being held. Harry didn’t feel healed. But he felt something else. Held. Heard. Home. And for the first time in a long time, that was enough to start with. The days that followed weren’t miraculous. There were no overnight transformations. No sudden bursts of joy or clarity. But there was a shift — a subtle, quiet one. Like the first hint of light before sunrise. Harry woke up the morning after the boys came over and stared at his ceiling for a long time. For once, the weight on his chest wasn’t as unbearable. It was still there — he wouldn’t lie to himself about that — but it didn’t feel like it was going to crush him. Not with them around. He got out of bed. That alone felt like something. In the kitchen, a note was stuck to the fridge. Ethan’s handwriting. “Didn’t want to wake you. But we’re all just a call away. Proud of you already. — E.” Below it was a sticky note in Simon’s messy scrawl: “Eat something. If it’s pizza again, I swear to god.” Harry smiled. A real one, small and crooked.

That weekend, they didn’t make a big deal about anything. No deep talks. No forced moments. They just showed up. Tobi started dragging Harry out on morning walks. Nothing intense — just ten, fifteen minutes. Sometimes they didn’t even talk. Just the crunch of leaves underfoot, the occasional point at a dog or a bird or a cloud that looked like a potato. It helped more than Harry expected. Josh dropped off groceries once a week, always slipping in little things he knew Harry liked — strawberry yoghurt, peanut M&M’s, the fancy bread he used to make fun of. JJ started coming around randomly with music. Full USBs of curated playlists. “This one’s for getting out of bed,” he’d say. “This one’s for rage-cleaning your room. And this one’s just… for when your head’s noisy.” Vik invited him over for low-stress hangouts. No cameras, no pressure. Just gaming nights where losing didn’t matter and no one asked, “Are you alright?” every five seconds. And Simon — Simon just kept showing up. Sometimes with takeout. Sometimes with nothing at all. He’d sit on the floor and scroll through TikToks, narrating them dramatically until Harry cracked up. Ethan was the quiet backbone of it all. Checking in, listening, giving space when needed and stepping in when Harry drifted too far into himself.

Then came a night in mid-November. The group had planned a low-key evening — movie marathon, snacks, nothing heavy. They piled onto the couch like kids, arguing over which Lord of the Rings film to start with. Harry was tucked between Simon and Tobi, blanket half-draped over his legs. He laughed at something JJ said — a proper, full laugh. It caught them off guard. The room stilled for just a second. Ethan smiled across the room. Not a loud, victorious smile — just one of quiet recognition. Later that night, when the movie played and most of them were dozing off, Harry looked over at Ethan. “Hey,” he said. Ethan turned. “Yeah?” “Thanks for not giving up on me.” Ethan’s eyes softened. “Mate. There’s no version of this where I would’ve.” Harry nodded, throat tight. “I’m scared, sometimes. That I’ll slip back. That I won’t be enough.” Ethan leaned in a little closer. “We all slip. But we catch each other. That’s the point, yeah?” Harry didn’t trust his voice, so he just nodded again. And Ethan added, “You’re more than enough, Haz. Always have been.”

The healing was slow. Some days Harry still stayed in bed longer than he wanted to. Some nights he felt the familiar ache settle in his chest like an unwanted visitor. But now, he wasn’t alone in it. He wasn’t pretending anymore. He started therapy, on Tobi’s recommendation. Quietly. Privately. One session at a time. He let himself start journaling. Something Vik had mentioned helped him in uni. He didn’t overthink it — just little entries. Sometimes one line: “Got out of bed. Ate real food. Didn’t feel fake around the guys.” And every time he doubted himself — every time the old thoughts tried to crawl back in — he remembered the night they all came over. The laughter. The food. The ridiculous hoodie. The music playlists. The way no one asked for anything except for him to be. They gave him space to breathe again. To exist. To start over. And that, more than anything, was what saved him.

[hazmatmaid]

Hi! So what ARE your Spamton headcanons? How do you like to portray him?

Mighty kind of you to ask! Apart from much of these being made with the help of @val-of-the-north, I've been intending to draw his known eras in life, and this is the perfect opportunity to detail each:

Addi Spamton:

He's just some guy. A young adult with some semblance of direction in life, but neither the know-how nor the skill to get there. Despite this, he still talks himself up with confidence you wouldn't otherwise expect from him.

If I ever have any "cutesy blushy uwu" interactions, I dump them all here, where I think he's young and inexperienced enough for it to make the most sense.

He once tried to sell home insurance to a hotel guest.

All of his buddies mostly pity him for his abysmal luck (or whatever else might be holding him back), rather than simply looking down on him, even if they are embarrassed to be seen with him.

Just as prone to bullshitting (and getting pissed off when he's called out on it) as his future selves.

I don't consistently include his hairline in this stage, I mostly just draw it for my own convenience.

Big Shot Spamton:

A Spamton who knows success to not only afford basic cost of living, but to have his name and face on every sign, screen, and soda in Cyber World (and possibly beyond). Naturally, because of his aforementioned ambition, and unlike his former peers, he doesn't question if he deserves any of it, having an obnoxious, arrogant "I told you so" attitude.

His idea of gifts to his old Addison buddies is his own merchandise (once couldn't attend one of their birthdays, and instead sent them a giant cungadero-shaped cake decorated with neon signs, sparklers, and a picture of him leaning out the window).

Ain't no way he's not spending bank on hookers and cocaine.

If he has a softer side at this point in his life, rarely anyone would see it.

Present Spamton:

A 40-something Spamton who has long since abandoned much of his morals and inhibitions, even somewhat before his downfall.

Down with murder: this doesn't necessarily mean that I just see him as a mindless killer. Far from it, in fact. His role in Snowgrave is to take advantage of it in a calculated manner once he sees what's going on.

He is capable of kindness (or as close as he can possibly get to it), but it's more him reciprocating someone else's kindness. Even if he does do this unprompted, he probably has to relate to them, or see himself in them on some level.

This version of him is where I am most prone to claiming other absurd, wacky things of him (not that his BShot self is exempt from this).

While I tend to see him at this point as mostly self-serving, conniving, and planning all manner of revenge/murder, I don't think he's entirely beyond redemption and saving, but it would probably take another whole route of character development for him to get anywhere close.

[gumballavocadoharry]

Q&A:

The studio lights hummed, a warm contrast to the crisp autumn air seeping in through the tall windows overlooking the bustling streets of London. Harry, with his characteristic dark brown hair endearingly tousled and his bright green eyes sparkling with anticipation, adjusted the microphone clipped to his black crewneck sweater. Beside him, Yn, her cheeks flushed a delicate rose, fiddled nervously with the hem of her knitted cardigan. The backdrop, adorned with tasteful fairy lights and a plush velvet couch, felt intimate despite the presence of a small camera crew hovering just beyond their eyeline.

“Ready, you two?” Tuck, Harry’s manager and a close friend, called out from behind the camera.

Harry grinned, squeezing Yn’s hand reassuringly. “Born ready, mate.” He turned to Yn, his expression softening. “You okay, love?”

Yn offered a shy but genuine smile. “A little nervous, I won’t lie.”

“That’s alright,” Harry said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. “Just be yourself. Everyone adores you.” He winked, and Yn’s blush deepened.

Tuck gave them the countdown. “Three… two… one…”

Harry leaned forward, his energy instantly shifting into performance mode, though it felt more like a warm welcome than a show. “Hello everyone, and welcome back to my channel! Today is a very special day because I’m not alone. Finally managed to drag this one in front of the camera.” He gestured to Yn, who waved tentatively, a sweet smile gracing her lips.

“Hi everyone,” she said softly, her British accent as gentle as a summer breeze.

“So, as you guys know, Yn and I got engaged a few months back,” Harry continued, his eyes never leaving her. “And we thought it would be fun to do a little Q&A, answer some of your burning questions. We’ve sifted through loads of your tweets and comments, so let’s get started, shall we?”

The first question flashed on the monitor beside the camera. Harry read it aloud, his voice filled with amusement. “‘What was your first impression of each other?’” He chuckled, glancing at Yn. “You go first, love.”

Yn took a deep breath, her shyness momentarily overshadowed by the warmth of Harry’s gaze. “Well,” she began, her voice gaining confidence, “I met Harry at a local bookstore. I was reaching for a book on the top shelf, and being rather vertically challenged…” She trailed off, a playful glint in her eyes.

Harry interjected, a fond smile playing on his lips. “And being the gentleman I am, I offered my assistance.”

Yn laughed softly. “He was so… unassuming. Despite being, you know, Harry Styles,” she emphasized his name playfully, “he was really just… kind. He helped me reach the book, smiled, and went on his way. I remember thinking he had really lovely eyes.”

“And what was your first impression of me, Haz?” Yn asked, turning to him.

Harry’s smile widened, a genuine, heartfelt expression. “My first thought was how beautiful she was. Truly stunning. But beyond that, there was this… quiet strength about her. A gentle aura. And she had this really concentrated look on her face as she was trying to reach that book, like it was the most important thing in the world. It was endearing.”

Another question popped up. “‘What’s your favorite thing about each other?’” Harry read.

“Oh, that’s a good one,” Yn said, leaning back against the cushions. She looked at Harry, her gaze filled with affection. “My favorite thing about Harry… there are so many, but I think it’s his warmth. He just radiates it. He makes everyone around him feel comfortable and loved. And he’s incredibly empathetic. He can always tell when I’m not quite myself, even when I try to hide it.”

Harry’s hand found hers, his thumb stroking her knuckles gently. “For me,” he said, his voice sincere, “it’s Yn’s compassion. She has the biggest heart of anyone I know. She cares so deeply about everyone, and she’s always the first person to offer help or support. And she’s incredibly generous, not just with things, but with her time and her love.”

The questions continued, each one offering a glimpse into their relationship. They talked about their favorite dates – a quiet picnic in Richmond Park was a highlight for both of them. They reminisced about funny moments, like the time Harry accidentally dyed his favorite white t-shirt pink trying to do laundry for Yn. They even addressed a few of the more lighthearted, silly questions.

“‘Who snores louder?’” Harry read, his eyes twinkling. He immediately pointed at Yn, who playfully shoved his shoulder.

“Hey! I do not snore!” she protested, laughing.

���Only when you’re really, really tired,” Harry conceded, winking at the camera. “It’s actually quite cute.”

Yn rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her amusement.

As the questions delved deeper, their personalities shone through. When asked about how they handle disagreements, Harry emphasized the importance of communication and understanding. “We try to really listen to each other, even when it’s difficult. And we never go to bed angry.”

Yn added, “And Harry is incredibly patient. He always tries to see things from my perspective, even if we disagree.”

When a question about their future plans appeared, Harry’s hand tightened around Yn’s. “We’re really excited for what’s to come,” he said, his voice filled with optimism. “Focusing on the wedding at the moment, but we definitely want to start a family someday. And just continue to support each other and grow together.”

Yn nodded, her eyes shining. “That sounds perfect.”

A particularly poignant question appeared on the screen: “‘How has being with Yn changed you, Harry?’”

Harry paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. He looked at Yn, his gaze filled with love and gratitude. “Yn has made me a better person, without a doubt. She’s grounded me. She’s taught me the importance of slowing down and appreciating the little things. She’s made me more patient, more understanding, and definitely more in touch with my emotions. Before Yn, my life was… a whirlwind. She’s brought a sense of peace and stability that I never knew I was missing.”

Yn’s eyes welled up slightly, and she squeezed his hand.

The questions started to wind down. The last one read: “‘What advice would you give to your fans who are looking for love?’”

Harry took a moment to consider his answer. “Be yourself, genuinely and unapologetically. Don’t try to be someone you’re not to impress someone else. And be open to the possibility of love finding you in unexpected places. And most importantly, be kind. Kindness goes a long way.”

Yn added, her voice soft but firm, “Don’t settle. Wait for someone who sees you for who you truly are, flaws and all, and loves you even more for it.”

Harry smiled at her, his eyes full of adoration. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”

Tuck called out, “And that’s a wrap, folks!”

The studio lights dimmed slightly, and the camera crew started packing up. Harry turned to Yn, his smile gentle. “You were brilliant, love. See? Nothing to be nervous about.”

Yn leaned her head on his shoulder, a sigh of contentment escaping her lips. “It was actually quite fun, once I got over the initial nerves.”

“See? I told you,” Harry chuckled, wrapping his arm around her. “Now, how about we head home? I think someone deserves a cup of tea and a cuddle.”

As they walked out of the studio, hand in hand, the London skyline painted a beautiful backdrop against the twilight sky. Their laughter echoed softly in the cool evening air, a testament to the genuine connection they shared – a love story unfolding under the watchful eyes of the city they called home. Their vulnerability and warmth, so evident in the Q&A, would undoubtedly resonate with their fans, leaving a lasting impression of a love built on kindness, understanding, and a shared desire for a simple, happy life together.

[ecstarry]

💌 Jegulus to Harry about his crush on Draco (also, congrats on your milestone babes ❣️)

Dear Haz,

Caring for someone is a beautiful thing. We know you worry about Draco's feelings, but you must know that whatever happens, a crush is something you should get to enjoy. Regardless if it's recriprocrated or not.

Allow yourself to get excited about the little things, don't be scared to feel, Harry. Don't pull back from Draco, it's probably something new for him too, but that's something you both will experience together. That is a good thing.

There are no right answers when it comes to feelings. You don't control how you feel, but you have control over how you act. Be kind and honest with Draco, you both deserve that.

If you ever feel like it's too much, you can always come to us and we will be there for you.

We are excited for what is to come for you, don't worry about the future while you are with him, enjoy what you have. Little moments can turn into something significant and lovely if you allow yourself to be present while they are happening.

We love you with all our hearts,

Your Dads

[my-castles-crumbling]

clay - jegulus raising harry - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 431

“...no, he needs yellow hair!” James heard Harry yell indignantly from the kitchen, and he smiled to himself as he walked through the house, having just come home.

“Ah, of course. Yellow hair. Let me just…” Regulus replied softly, his back to James and his body blocking whatever he and Harry were working on diligently at the table, their attention completely absorbed in their project.

“My two favorite boys,” James said in fond greeting, moving to circle his arms around his boyfriend’s waist and press a kiss to Regulus’s cheek before peering over his shoulder. “What are you and Regulus up to, Haz?”

“Regulus is teaching me how to get my anger out,” Harry said seriously, eyes focused on a small clay figure in front of him with light blonde hair and pale skin. Though the blob wasn’t the most distinguishable, it was clearly a human.

Regulus, meanwhile, was creating a just-as-poorly-made figure with long black hair and gray eyes, and little black squiggles all over his body.

“Who are those supposed to be? And how does that get your anger out?” James asked slowly, stepping forward to get a better view and frowning at the ‘art’ in front of him.

“That’s Uncle Pads,” Harry explained, gesturing to Regulus’s sculpture, as if it was obvious. “Reggie’s mad at him for being bramatic.”

“Dramatic,” Regulus corrected, smirking. “He cursed at me for eating the last biscuit. Isn’t that mean, Harry?”

“Cursing is wrong,” Harry nodded solemnly. “And this,” he gestured to his blond-haired figurine, “is a boy from my playgroup. He’s all…” the four-year-old scrunched up his nose and waved his hands in the air while making a snobbish expression.

James chuckled at the boy. “Okay, but that doesn’t answer my other question. How does this help with your anger?”

Regulus gave James a mischievous look. “Ready, Haz?” he asked the bespectacled boy.

“Ready!”

“Three, two, one!”

Bam!

Together, Regulus and Harry slammed their hands down on their creations, smushing them completely under their palms and giggling together.

James gaped. On the one hand, only Regulus could come up with something so…unique to take out his anger. But on the other? Seeing his son and the love of his life laugh together like this made his heart melt.

“Wanna make one, Dad?” Harry asked after his giggles subsided, gesturing to the unused clay.

He tilted his head. But really, the whole thing was adorable, and where was the harm? “Yeah,” he said decisively, reaching forward. “My boss pissed me off today.”

“No cursing!” Regulus and Harry shouted at once, making James laugh.

[returntosunder]

Hello! My name is Eloraq! I’m a big fan of your work and you’re one of my favorite idols! I believe i did one of your dtiys back then! Asking nicely I was wondering if maybe Can Your ocs interact with my ocs keren and haz? Btw I love how you draw the star sans (i dont really expect for you answer but I hope you do :)] I’d like to give a virtual hug :3

Hiii!! Ya I remember you :D

Im sorry, but I don't have OCs. What i mean is, I don't have undertale OCs :/

Tho I don't mind just drawing your characters! However, I'm currently drawing other things so it might take awhile

If that's ok, just send another ask or comment down this post ^^

Also ty for the virtual hug, I'd also love to send one back <3

[caratheewriter]

'Teasing the fans' - Harry Collett x poc! non-binary! reader

Synopsis: You and Harry explain the premise of your upcoming movie and your characters while teasing the fans.

Rating: PG-13

Warning(s): mentions of swearing

(the interview questions are bold)

Word Count: 694

Swords & Spirits' Y/n L/n & Harry Collett talk Swords, Spirits, and Character Dynamics | Explain This | Esquire

"Hi! I'm Y/n L/n."

"Hello, I'm Harry Collett."

"And Esquire asked us to explain some things."

"Some things?"

"Yes. Some thin- things about our movie, Swords & Spirits."

"That's better."

"Oh hush."

"If you could change one thing about your character, what would it be?"

You take a minute, thinking hard about your answer, "I would change the fact that Z uses their parents' death as an excuse for their attitude. Sometimes it was valid and other times, it was just too much and it got so fucking annoying. I won't say much but Z will take you through an emotional rollercoaster. Haz?"

"I would change Icarus' nothing. Icarus, to me, is a pretty stable characters. He sticks to his morals and holds Z accountable which is much needed. Yeah, Icarus is fine. He's also more emotionally aware than Z and he also a damn good best friend."

"He reminds me of Percy Jackson."

"Really?"

"Yeah. 'cause Percy's fatal flaw is loyalty and there are moments where Icarus' loyalty to Z is sometimes deadly."

"Yeah. Yeah, I can see that."

"Describe Icarus and Z's dynamic as if you were explaining it to a 5-year old."

"Ha! I don't know if I can do that."

"Ok, ok. Here's how it'll start: Z and Icarus are best friends. But sometimes they get closer than that."

"I can hear my niece going, "like mommy and daddy?" and I will not answer that."

"What would you say?"

"I would just say that they are best friends and leave it at that, besides why is a 5-year old watching it anyways."

"Fair point."

"How was it, fighting with actual weapons?"

"It took a while to get used to. The swords in House of The Dragon... there's a real one for scene stills and when we're filming, the one I had was made from aluminum, I believe. It was really hard to learn archery 'cause Icarus also has a bow and arrow, and I had to learn within a week so, I had a limited amount of experience and teaching."

"It was cool but, I hated the fact that I couldn't get a butterfly knife."

"You wanted a butterfly knife?"

"Yes! They said that a butterfly knife is too detailed to make a prop of and I couldn't use a real one for obvious reasons. Even though I know all of the precautions and how to safely use it."

You stick your tongue out to the camera.

"Explain the progression of your characters' relationship."

"Icarus and Z are best friends."

"Childhood besties, and they are very close mainly due to their mothers' friendship. Their moms were soul-swords during their time as active duty in the Society of Swords."

"Z and Icarus are also soul-swords. Z is the one that gets them into trouble, and Icarus either goes along with it or tries to reel Z back in."

"And then, they are relieved of their duty after they disregard direct orders. Losing your sigil is painful and you can feel the connection breaking. Icarus and Z never really had to tell each other what they were feeling because the other already knew."

"But now, they lost that soul connection. They don't know what to do with themselves. As the film progresses, they get to connect more naturally and feelings are caught."

"My favorite scene that shows the interpretation of them is when Mrs. Kennedy, Icarus' mother, tells them who they're named after. Icarus and Z start to reevaluate their feelings for each other. As for, do they become a couple or not? You just have to watch and find out."

"Is there any tension between Icarus and Z?"

"Yes, but you have to really analyze them. At first glance, it seems like they're just being besties but, they do have their moments."

"There's this one scene that's actually a flashback. Icarus and Z's first kiss and afterwards, you can see the moment where Icarus falls. Z, however, is a bit more complex. They spend more time training and plotting revenge on the High Table so, dating is like the last thing on their mind."

"But who knows? Maybe? maybe not?"

[districtunrest]

But what does hazelle call him 👀

(referencing this)

short answer: Haymitch most of the time, Hay for shorthand. she'll also use terms like honey or darling in private but that takes some time. maybe sometimes Mish, because it's funny.

longer answer below bc I have a whole rationale for this with both of them lol

it's a Choice I made in SOO that Hazelle & Haymitch don't refer to each other by a childhood nickname. they didn't resume that neighbor-kids friendship, they started over as changed people who lived much of their lives apart (not that their shared past doesn't come across in other ways). so they'd want to differentiate that where they can.

Haymitch went by Mitchie as a kid but felt he'd outgrown this as a teenager. he was even starting to insist on Mitch over Mitchie by the time he was reaped - so it never stuck. and then he was nicknamed Hayseed among the other victors. he might grouse about it and insist on his first name - it's not that hard, just two syllables - but he will answer to Hayseed or just Hay or the disaster brigade's Abe or literally whatever else and secretly like it. except when it's Nathan calling him Mitchie, ofc. and Haymitch very much has a Thing about terms of endearment actually being used sincerely, not to mock or keep distance from others. sweetheart backfired on him spectacularly, as we know. so I don't think he takes them lightly when they're intimate/sincere.

Hazelle, meanwhile, has always gone by Hazelle. it's her preference. she was lovingly teased with Zelly Nelly Bo-Belly as a kid once or twice and that's about it. unlike Haymitch, she doesn't much go for nicknames. she'll use full first names until told otherwise, like with Nathanoll -> Nathan (whereas for Haymitch, it's Nathan -> Nate). she's more prone to terms of endearment; she calls all her children baby, bc that was what she called them before they had names, and I imagine she and her first husband used terms like honey or darling, which makes her hesitant to use them again in another relationship at first. but then they'll slip out and it's fine. one is no less dear to her than Posy or Gale are her babies. and she sees how much Haymitch likes it and marvels a bit at it, so.

all of that to say, Hazelle calls him Haymitch most of the time while he'll more casually call her Haz. Zelle was another option but, you know, that might invite Zelly Nelly Bo-Belly - in the same way Mitch could invoke Mitchie. I kind of love her teasing him with Mish, though - like after all this time, he's still not a Mitch lmao

a final note: together, they're referred to as Hay & Haz. so they'll sign cards like that (and other things. but that's a secret)

[hazmatmaid]

Would you be able to picture your Queen and Cyber Queen getting along or would it not work?

Frankly I think "getting along" is a bit of a strong way to put it, but they'd at least be somewhere past "tolerate."

They might be more like

Queen would invite Ms Lilith to hang out, who generally doesn't want to leave her house, but ends up going anyways because she doesn't really have anything better to do (and because Queen more than likely drags her out because "Cmon It'll Be Fun!").

Classic "extrovert makes their introvert friend socialize in extroverted ways" type scenario.