#scroll: starter & interactions call

[asgardianhammer]

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PERMA STARTER & INTERACTION CALL 4 MUTUALS so, this be a call for all moots and by liking this you give us permission to throw randomness at you at random times. stuff might vary from smol, to big starters, from utterly stupid to Very Srs TM, long, short, chaos or far from it. this is so we know who likes the vibes, and to use as a database of victims for any interactions that come to mind <3 ( as always mulit-moots, pls specify muse in the replies much thank )

[tywrites]

heavy | mateo manta

pairing: mateo manta x gn!reader

word count: 1,360 (not proof-read)

warnings: reader is implied to have depression

a/n: okay so this is really bad since i haven't written in quite a long time but!! i love him and i Needed to write something abt him. i desperately need more mateo fics lmao. hope you enjoy <33

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You rolled over in your bed, the usually comforting plush of your mattress feeling awfully cold today. You sighed, closing your eyes and quietly hoping to just fall back to sleep. Things had been… difficult recently. Losing your job had definitely taken its toll on you – on your mental health in particular. Even when working from home, you still had to make the time to leave every so often and interact with the real world. But with everything that had happened recently with the dateviators, you hadn’t been able to leave at all.

Of course, you still had the objects. And they were great company! Most of them anyway. But it didn’t stop you from feeling a bit… alone sometimes. You sighed softly, finally accepting the fact that sleep wasn’t coming. You looked over to your end table at the dateviators. You had a lot to do. It was really overwhelming, honestly. You hadn’t even met all of the objects in the house yet, let alone made any progress towards realising any. You had made a lot of close friends through them though. And even one very special, different relationship…

Even just thinking of Mateo brought a slight smile to your face, cheering up your bleak mood ever so slightly. If you’d told yourself a few weeks ago that you’d soon be dating your blanket… well, considering your track record with love, it wouldn’t be all that surprising.

You bit your lip, reaching over to the dateviators. You popped them on, blinking at the warm, pink hue that enveloped your vision. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to this. In a second, Betty had materialised in front of you, perched on the edge of the bed – or uh, on the edge of herself. She gave you a soft smile.

“How’re you feeling today, gorgeous?”

You made a face. “Well for starters, I don’t feel very gorgeous,” you reply groggily, sitting up as you wiped a hand over your tired face.

She chuckled. “Sweetie, you’re always gorgeous to me. But what’s got you so down? You barely slept last night, or the night before… should I be offended?” She was clearly joking, but there was a definite tone of concern in her voice.

“Nah, it’s not you, it’s me,” you admit, looking down at the sheets. “I just… I don’t know. I feel so… heavy? I’m so tired, all the time. Which makes no sense, let’s be real, I’m doing nothing all day but..” You trail off, unsure of how to word it. “I just can’t sleep though. I can’t relax. I feel so tense all the time and I don’t see a way out of it. Easier to just lay in bed, I guess,”

She looks at you, worry in her eyes. “Is there anything I can do?” she asked. You try your best to force a smile.

“Not really. I think it’s just… something I have to deal with on my own,”

She frowned. “Honey, I don’t think-”

“I’ll see you tonight, Betty. Thanks for the talk,” you said quickly, standing up and heading to the bathroom, leaving Betty sitting on the bed, her face twisted in concern.

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You’d spent most of the day dodging the other objects. Mateo especially. You just couldn’t bring yourself to talk to anyone right now. You left the dateviators on the table next to you, doom scrolling on your phone until the socially acceptable time to hit the hay. You were planning to go straight to bed, not call on anyone with the dateviators. The idea of bothering any of them, of forcing them to sit and listen to your silly problems was excruciating. But as you settled down into bed, trying in vain to close your eyes and let sleep come for you, there was only one thing on your mind.

You knew how upset Mateo would be if he knew you were avoiding him, especially if he knew it was because you weren’t feeling the greatest. Helping others is what drove him, it was the one thing he took pride in the most. He’d never let you wallow in your own self pity. You glanced at the glasses on your bedside table and sighed in defeat. You slid them on slowly.

You hadn’t even had them on for a few seconds before Mateo was materialising. You didn’t expect him to be right here, waiting for you. He was usually in the living room, caring for the inanimals. That man never took a break. When you saw the worried expression on his sweet face, you wanted to break down there and then.

“Ah mi vida, finally!” He said, sitting down onto the edge of the bed. “I’ve been waiting for you all day,”

You flushed in embarrassment. So he’d been watching your pathetic display of self-loathing, huh? “Sorry, Mateo… I’ve just been, um, tired,” you said, avoiding his eyes. If there was anything in this world that could make you immediately spill all your darkest secrets, it was Mateo’s big, brown eyes.

“I’ve noticed… my love, I’m worried about you. Betty came to me earlier and told me you haven’t been sleeping. Is that true?” He asked tactfully.

“Betty said that?” Betrayal, you thought.

“She was worried. Honestly, a lot of us have been worried. You haven’t been acting like yourself for a while now. If there’s anything I can do, anything at all, you know you just have to ask, right? I would do anything for you,” he said, a small blush rising to his cheeks. “I mean, I’d hope you’d know that…”

You finally look at him, truly seeing the concern on his features. His bedhead was especially messy today, as though he’d been running his hand through it every five seconds. His usual easy smile was replaced with a small frown and you realised something. In that moment, you would do anything to see that smile again. As you were preoccupied with gazing into his eyes, Mateo took this opportunity to place his hand over yours. His touch was feather soft as his thumb gently traced the back of your hand. You could almost feel your anxiety melting away.

You finally spoke.

“Mateo?”

“Yes, amor?”

“Could… could we cuddle?”

You ignore the burning in your cheeks and make your request, looking down at his hand still on yours. You focused on his touch. His touch seemed to make many things a whole lot easier.

At your words, a huge grin took over Mateo’s face. “You never even have to ask,” he said, bringing your hand up to his lips and placing a soft kiss onto the back of it.

You manoeuvred yourself so there would be room for Mateo beside you, turning so your back was towards him. He wasted no time in enveloping you in his arms, pulling you into the comforting warmth of his chest. His face snuggled into the crook of your neck and he took a deep breath in.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this. The inanimals have missed you too…”

An arrow of guilt hit you right in the heart.

“I’m really sorry, ‘Teo… I-”

“You have no reason to be sorry, amor. Look, I can tell you’re struggling right now. And there’s nothing wrong with that at all, you have nothing to be ashamed about. But you have people around you that can help share your load, okay? You taught me that when we first met. When you bottle it all inside, it’s just too heavy for one person to handle. I want to help you. Please let me,”

You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You sniffled, wiping them away as quick as you could but they just kept coming. Mateo brought up the sleeve of his plush duvet jacket, wiping away the tears as they trickled down your face. You both said nothing. You laid there, wrapped up in Mateo’s arms, feeling more safe and secure than you had in a very long time. If Mateo was there to help you hold it, maybe things could be a lot lighter from now on.

[bajicantspell]

Kodzuken in my DMs ❕

Summary: Kenma trying (and failing) to make a move  → Warnings: cursing (Fluff) 🎧 This is part one, although both can be read as a one shot Part two right here

Despite his dislike for being recognized in public and the inevitable social interactions that fame entails, he couldn't deny that it came with its advantages. For starters, living in a big house in his early twenties wasn’t something he could complain about. Sure, it might have been just a rental and not in Roppongi Hills, but that wasn't due to any financial constraints; he simply chose not to. Kenma couldn't complain, he loved helping his loved ones. Whether it was sponsoring his friend's volleyball career or paying off his parents' debt, it felt nice to be useful.

Honestly he never expected himself to get this far this early in his life. It really felt like one day he was streaming in his old room for the ten people that happened to join and the next day he’s a ceo of a company. 

However, one thing that Kenma anticipated to be much easier, but found it wasn't, was dealing with women. Its not like the requests weren’t piling up; it seemed like every hour there was a new girl in his requests offering him everything lewd imaginable.

 Sure, meaningless sex could be nice once in a while, but lately he’s been feeling very lonely. Kuroo was always working, his parents lived far away, Hinata was in fucking Brazil. Aside from calls with them and the occasional visits, tedious work meetings, and interactions in his stream chat, he had no contact with anyone. Kenma also considered that it might be FOMO, but the fact that he had never had a girlfriend didn't help. In high school, he avoided women at all costs. In college, he went on a few dates, but nothing serious came of them—just one okay-ish hookup. Then he went viral, and dating became harder, because it seemed every conversation ended up being about him and his internet presence. 

Kenma sighed while scrolling through another dating app. Everytime he matched with someone and the first message they’d sent was “OMFG ARE YOU KODZUKEN”  he wanted to smash the phone screen just a little more. Giving up, he sank deeper into his gaming chair, taking a few deep breaths. He needed to be relaxed for the stream he was about to start.

If you could tell your awkward-ugly-duckling middle school self that you would one day have nearly ten thousand Instagram followers just for being pretty, she would have laughed in your face. Though you were extremely grateful, it wasn't as if your life was substantially different from anyone else's. You don’t get payed for posting, you’re still a regular university student, and aside from the occasional scammy sponsorship offer that you always turned down (and the creepy men asking you to start an OnlyFans), there wasn’t anything outstandingly different about your life.One thing you did brag about to your friends, however, was that the famous streamer Kodzuken had been following you for a couple of months now.  Part of you was convinced it was accidental though, since he never watches any stories or interacts with any posts. Bummer, you thought he’s really cute. 

“I’m gonna buy a fucking gun and shoot myself” Kenma complained to Kuroo during their weekly call. 

“You say while wiping your tears with money” 

“Oh fuck off, I’m serious! I tried everything. I swear I’ll resort to just fucking my hand for the rest of my life” 

Kuroo snickered, then he started thinking of solutions for his lonely friend. “Okay, instead of being a drama queen in her fucking castle lets try to be reasonable. What have you tried so far?”

Kenma sighed, “Mostly dating apps to be honest. Ain’t working. Also checked my requests and they all sound like the plots to a bad porno.” 

“Seriously? Like what?” Kenma could hear Kuroo’s smug smile through the phone.

“Dude there was one where she offered to lick my toes. Not gonna lie it was tempting.” Kenma joked, earning a loud laugh from Kuroo. 

“Damn, living the dream. Anyway, have you tried making a move though? Cause what I’m getting from this is you expecting the woman of your dreams to fall from the sky.” 

“How could i even do that? Can’t go outside without a crowd following me around. Can’t imagine a girl who feels comfortable getting hit on by a dude with an army behind him.” Kenma sighed. 

“I didnt mean that dumbass, I know that. I mean like shooting your shot through social media or something. There must be at least one babe that cought your eye.” Kuroo reasoned. 

Kenma paused and thought for a moment, his cheeks flushing the slightest shade of pink.

“Well there is one…” 

“Oh yea? Who?” Kuroo smirked. 

“She’s not like, famous or anything, which I like. It’s @(youruser). Found her a couple of months ago. Physically she’s exactly my type, like everything is exactly what i like in a girl; face, body, hair, style, the whole shtick. Followed her a couple of months ago, didnt have the courage to say anything though.” Kenma nervously explained. 

“I say send her something, what’s the worst that can happen? Getting rejected? So what? Then you move on.” 

“I don’t know…I think she’s really pretty, shooting my shot and then messing up means it’d be weird to still follow her. Don’t wanna make her uncomfy. She doesn’t post anything crazy, just selfies and outfit inspo, but she’s so fucking cute in every pic and video, drives me crazy.” Kenma sheepishly smiled. 

“Even if she does turn you down if you’re nice about it I doubt she’ll be uncomfortable. I say do it.” 

Kenma sighed, knowing Kuroo was right. He opened Instagram and searched for your profile, keeping the call with Kuroo active in case you replied quickly. 

*ding* 

 You were in the middle of doing some coursework when your phone buzzed. Glancing at the screen, you expected it to be a new follower. Your eyes went wide when you realized the notification said ‘@kodzuken wants to send you a message’.

No fucking way, you thought. 

You anxiously unlocked your phone, your focus completely shifting from your studies. 

What you didnt know is that  an equally anxious Kenma was patiently waiting for at least a ‘seen’ with his best bud on the line. 

You opened the message. 

Kodzuken: Hey :) 

Your finger hovered over the keyboard of your phone for just a second before replying.

You: Hiiiii

You cringed at your reply, it seemed to childish and dry at the same time. 

Kenma didnt think so, he was too busy panicking over the fact that you replied. Maybe he never got over his social anxiety after all. 

“Dude she replied.” He said, not fully believing himself. 

“Damn, that was fast,’ Kuroo smirked, ‘I’ll leave you lovebirds alone, gotta catch up on some work stuff. Talk to you later!” 

“Wait Kuro don’t-” before Kenma could finish his sentence the call was over. 

He clicked his tongue in annoyance- “Asshole”, he mumbled.  

He stared at the screen, unable to muster the courage to type anything. It was then that he realized this might be the first time he truly liked a girl, due to the anxious feeling that had left him since high school. With trembling fingers unable to type anything, he sighed and set his phone down, promising himself he would reply in an hour. However, that hour stretched into several, and then two days passed. He felt insanely pathetic. 

Kenma was on call with Kuroo again, Kuroo couldn’t stop complaining about the shitty meeting he had the day before.

“He was such an asshole, fucking bastard rolled his eyes everytime my colleagues and I talked. Like shut the fuck up. If you hate your job this fucking much at least don’t bring misery into ours.” 

Kenma could only hum in response, preoccupied with setting up for his stream while his mind was flooded with self-critical thoughts.

Kuroo noticed the uncharacteristic response from his best friend- If there was one thing Kenma loved, it was shit talk, and Kuroo knew that all too well from years and years of friendship with him, and the countless brutalities that Kenma would throw at him and others he was comfortable with. He would point out things in such a monotone way, you couldn’t even be mad. Kenma was a hater to his core, so not hearing even a snicker from the other side of the line was concerning. 

“Hey man, are you okay?” He asked.

“Yea its whatever.” 

Kuroo suspected what this might be about. 

“So uh.. how did things with the girl go?” 

“They didn’t fucking go.” Kenma let out a huff of laughter through his nose, tinged with self-pity.

“Hm? How come?” 

“I panicked and left her on seen. And I highly doubt I can recover that now. Like what am I gonna say? Hi sorry I left you on seen even though I texted you first, I’m just too fucking high and mighty to reply.” 

“Well definitely don’t say that.” Kuroo joked. 

“I seriously fumbled. Fuck,” Kenma muttered just loud enough for Kuroo to hear, running a hand through his hair.

“It’s okay, man. These things happen,” Kuroo said empathetically, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Everyone fucks up sometimes. You just need to give yourself a break.”, though he didnt get a response from the overthinker. 

“You’re gonna start a stream soon yea?” Kuroo changed the subject, he knew that the best way to make Kenma feel better was to distract him or piss him off a little. The second part was coming later. 

“Yea, almost done setting up. Gonna start in five.” 

“I might stay and watch a little today, I’m off work for the weekend.”

“Kay, I’m gonna hang up now. ‘Bout to start.” 

You checked the chat a couple of times during those two days, though the bitter ‘seen’ never changed. You couldn’t lie, you were a little disappointed. You didnt know much about video games, but you enjoyed his streams once in a while. He was a bit of a celebrity crush for you. 

It was the weekend, and with not much to do, you mindlessly scrolled through Instagram stories to kill time. You stumbled upon Kodzuken’s story, it was a picture of his monitor, with the text “streaming” and a link to his twitch. Although you were disappointed with the outcome of your “conversation”, you thought it couldn’t hurt watching for a bit. 

You clicked the link, and as you entered the stream, the first thing you noticed was his not-so-happy expression. His chat was filled with messages asking if he was okay.

You watched for a little bit, nothing particularly special happening. 

As you were about to click off, Kenma snapped at his chat. "Guys, I'm fine! Please stop asking." The irritation in his voice was evident. Despite his words, the tone of his voice betrayed him, revealing a hint of underlying frustration or perhaps even distress.

Another autogenerated voiced question popped on the screen, something that happens with every donation. “Okay man! Whatever it is, don’t worry, we won’t nag you.” The robotic tone of the voice did little to mask the genuine concern behind the words.

 Kenma’s shoulders tensed for a moment before he forced a small, appreciative smile. “Thanks,” he muttered, the frustration in his voice easing slightly. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “I appreciate it, really. Let’s just focus on the game, okay?”

You decided to stay for just a little longer, puzzled at the unfamiliar demeanor of the famous streamer. 

A few minutes go by, and another donation followed by the familiar robotic voice  “@KUROROROTETSU : don’t mind him he fumbled the insta baddie” 

Your cheeks flushed for just a second though you were quickly brought back to reality by the man on the screen in front of you.

“Fucking kill yourself. Like I’m not even kidding I need you dead on my doorstep.” Kenma cursed to distract you the audience from his embarrassment, his eyebrows furrowed and a huge shit eating grin plastered on his face.

The chat started blowing up with laughs and ‘Kodzu’s back guys’

Kenma added, “before anyone cancels me that was my best friend of twenty years, don’t take the clip out of context.” He laughed.

Your favorite comment was someone saying “guys kodzu gets not bitches he’s just like me fr”, it made you let out a small giggle.

You debated with yourself, engaging in a mental monologue. ‘If I send him a message and it turns out to be about me, that’s the best case scenario. The worst case is completely humiliating myself in front of someone really famous,’ you reasoned.

You decided that a little embarrassment was a risk worth taking this time.

Kenma continued playing as usual, engaging and laughing with his audience. He felt his phone buzz and saw the screen light up beside him.

@(youruser) : for the record, I don’t think you fumbled me <3

He glanced at the screen, reading the notification, and immediately turned beet red. His heart raced as he processed the message. Slowly, he lifted his eyes to the camera, his expression a mix of surprise and embarrassment, as if he were looking directly at you through the screen.

“I uh.. hold on guys i need to reply to this for a second.” He said as he proceeded to pause metal gear solid. 

Your screen was still open to your chat, and a surge of excitement ran through you when you saw the telltale indicator that he was typing.

Kodzuken : holy shit I’m so sry, didn’t know you were watching 

(Youruser) : ahahah dw its fine

Kodzuken : can I text you after I’m done? Totally fine if u don’t wanna tho

Well it wasn’t totally fine, he really hoped you’d say yes.

(Youruser) : I’ll be waitiiiing :) 

Needless to say, that was the longest a stream had ever felt. He could hardly wait to finish so he could talk to you; properly this time.

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 ↓。

part two right here , also i found these banners on Pinterest, if anyone knows who made these pls lmk so i can give credit

[bountifulchips]

Best Friend Duties: Crowe x reader

Summary: What’s a more fun way to suffer than having your best friend by your side! Spend a late-night moment with Crowe as you dive into research ruckus, deep conversations, and friendships! (Or something more? :D)

word count: 1.1k

Ah yes, the usual late night ventures inside your apartment filled with the radiations of your laptop (and your sanity). You need to sacrifice all of your nights in order to achieve good grades, after all.

But tonight is a little different.

With everything piling up, you needed some emotional backup. And who better to call than your ever-so-charming best friend, Jericho Ichabod — or as most know him, Crowe. He didn’t hesitate to agree to stay the night. A study buddy might just be what you need to survive this academic dilemna.

Truthfully, you've never had any visitors at your apartment until both you and Crowe got drenched and he had to evacuate to yours right away. Things were... Let's just say the past events were rather intimate between you two. Whenever you sit on the same exact spot of the couch, your mind immediately replays the moment where his longing presence was wrapped against you (specifically, your neck). Crowe is undeniably sly, but maybe that’s what keeps you hooked.

When he arrived, you whipped up some midnight snacks before getting started with research chaos. Your chosen topic? It was an investigation into the attachment styles and interpersonal relationships of Titan City's college students — specifically, those from the higher class. Moving on, you both sat on the floor, laptops glowing side-by-side on the coffee table. Back pain is a problem for later

Crowe let out a long yawn, rubbing his cheeks. "Our group needs more participant feedback... The lower years won’t bite, even if there are exclusive incentives." He pinched the bridge of his nose while contemplating his whole life in front of his glowing laptop. Research-1, Crowe-0.

“That’s rough,” you sympathized, typing away. “Keep pestering them. Kill 'em with kindness, right?” You understood his stress. Gathering respondents for a quantitative study felt like picking out roses — roses with thorny opinions that could make or break your data.

Crowe scooted closer, his shoulder resting gently against yours as he peered at your screen. “What about you? Are your participants settled?”

"Just wrapped everything up yesterday,” you said with a grin. “Thank goodness we have Hyugo in our group — guy can charm a freaking tomato in seconds. I contribute the write-ups while he handles everyone else.” You chuckled, recalling how your teal-haired classmate still managed to have his ball of energy despite chattering all day. “Surprisingly, the higher class students were… cooperative enough."

Crowe hummed, amused. "Ah, wonderful. You can finally acquire enough sleep." He skimmed through your paper again, now behind you, leaning in as he scrolled. You could say personal space was not in his dictionary tonight.

"The higher class, huh? What was it like to interact with someone most people fawn and despise?" He murmured, gently moving your hair aside to whisper in your ear. "I’ve been curious as to how that made you feel." He reassured you and waited for your response.

You laughed."Ah, yes... The Trivia Master Ichabod strikes again!" Crowe lightly smacked your shoulder, and you shifted back to a more thoughtful tone.

"Well, there are a lot more privileged beings than what I expected... For starters, the administration did accept the approval letter for conducting research related assessments, which surprised me because I really thought the higher faculty would reject the whole idea! I guess I got lucky." The more you presented your words, the closer he leaned to you.

Crowe nodded, face in deep thought. "Do you think that they treated you with real respect? Or was it just tolerance – waiting for the survey to end?" He ponders and awaits your new answer.

You hesitated. "Perhaps a mix of both. You never truly know someone’s real intentions unless you dig deeper into them." You answered truthfully. Crowe's presence lingers more and moves closer behind you.

"Just be careful with the people you allow to stay in your orbit. Not every star wants to see you shine." He lightly brushed your hair, giving you some comfort. "I look forward to the full results of your research. I could smooth out some grammar issues as well!"

You looked back, ruffling his hair. "You're such a multitasker-king! Or whatever that is. Seriously, thank you, Crowe. Just being with you in every small step means a lot to me. I feel like I don't help you enough, to be honest."

He blinked. "You're kidding, right? Your presence is always there whenever I need it. Every single moment we have together… It's like the stars shift to make room for a new constellation. Just being near you is enough."

He rested his head against the back of yours and sighed. You could feel all of his tensions fading away the moment he said that.

"Oh, Jericho. You and your way of words." you said as you nuzzle your heads together

Crowe smiled and pulled you into a hug. "How lucky I am that our stars crossed. Being your... best friend is the greatest fate the universe can grant me." His voice slightly faltered when he said those two words to describe what the both of you had at the moment: "best friend."

He settled his head on your shoulder again. "Speaking of friends, how do you feel about our friend group? If anything ever feels off… I’m right here."

He was referring to the four knuckleheads that somehow lifted your spirits up: Deryl, Geo, Brittney, and Jess. These past few months with them were the cherry on top in your chaotic college world. Brittney's dashing mindset, Jess's gentleness, Deryl's absurd obsession with Brit's sandwiches, and Geo's quiet yet attentive presence... A day with them is a guaranteed smile on your face.

And Crowe? Well, he was the whole galaxy.

You shut your laptop screen to fully face him. "I adore them all so much! They are incredible in their own ways. And, I wish... Society can see how amazing we are regardless of our state and more on recognizing who we are."

Crowe mumbled something you couldn't comprehend before gripping your arm a little tighter. "Maybe others don’t see it, but I certainly do. In my eyes, you are my brightest star ever." He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"For the sake of lady physics, you're going to kill me, Jericho." You lightly smacked his head but proceeded to pat it afterwards. "You're too... Tender."

"Hm?” He tilted his head, fingers twirling the strands of your hair. "Is it a bad thing?"

"It might be,” you murmured. “If you keep doing that, you’re responsible for me." Before a second could even pass, Crowe leaned in further, bracing his arms on the table — effectively caging you in between. His damn smirk was as mischievous as ever.

"Maybe... That was my secret agenda all along."

[judgesoftheunderworld]

Open Starter : Aiakos/Aeacus

Aeacus.. or Aiakos. Whatever name you called him. Had an interesting job.

No, it wasn’t controlling the winds, sending messages, singing about how much you love your dead wife and evading taxes with your best friends and running from the police, none of that.

He had to judge the souls of the underworld.

Shocker.

Normally, he’d hear people wonder why he hated his job so much. Well.. he didn’t hate it. It was just a whole whirlwind of a soul trying to explain how their dog convinced them to kill their family.

He glanced to Rhadamanthus and Minos, who were not necessarily happy either. Why would they be?

You were next in line, either a soul or just a lost wanderer or someone who’s supposed to be there. He brushed his brown curls out of his face and called out.

He straightened his green robe, “Next!” He held up his hand.

You walked up, looking at the three, he narrowed his eyes.. they glowed green as he looked you up and down.

He then scrambled for your scroll.

You felt a weird feeling in your gut.

anyone can interact!!

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

I'm just here as a place to put all of your Autistic!Drivers headcannons. I wanna hear them all

🦕 (Sry for the spam lmao)

you absolutely do not need to apologise for spamming at all i love this

okay generally speaking i could probably be convinced that most of the drivers are autistic bc like. these guys have one interest and they know everything about it. like if you sent me just about any driver on my list and asked me to do a fic about them being autistic i would probably not even struggle. (also like. so many athletes scream adhd to me like i know you i've been you just less functional)

for me, though, the drivers who jump out as autistic to me are oscar, seb, kimi r, max, lando, and valtteri. so. uh. here are the reasons :D

(disclaimer of course that this is just for fun and i am not saying the drivers necessarily are autistic so if you're offended by this just scroll ok?)

kimi raikkonen:

the thing about kimi is that he can do facial expressions but he just doesn't a lot of the time

generally speaking he is just 😐 and he's not being mean! he's just not doing expressions for no reason

and he doesn't generally do much in the way of tone variation

he does sometimes of course but most of the time i've heard him speak (especially in clips that people are saying like "this is why he's called the ice man") it's just like no that's autism

i do that shit all the time

also when he is smiling it's generally only around people he really cares about (see: any time he interacts with seb)

to me he is just the pinnacle of unmasked autism

you cannot convince me he hasn't ended up eating chicken nuggets or (insert autism safe food here) and been made fun of for it

lando norris:

have you seen what this boy eats

sensory issues at their finest

the way he stands with his shoulder blades??

the exact same way i would stand to avoid the tag on the back of a shirt

also his facial expressions and tones are very ... unique

also i don't think i can explain this but he's very autistic twelve year old who's just discovered dino nuggets and bluey

i don't make the rules

max verstappen:

the flags

the geography

maxsplaining

need i go on

oscar piastri:

okay look there are sooooo many things i could say about him

i've made two posts dedicated to autistic!oscar before already

(one and two)

and yet

more!

i mean for starters the same expression/tone issues that i think kimi r has but less masked

also the fact that he does smile and he can be really expressive when he's around people he's comfortable with!!

hoodies + shorts? autistic temperature regulation/insensitivity

there's also him on the red carpet at f175 where he just looked very sensory overload

oh and his insistence on winning grill the grid

sebastian vettel:

go watch the grill the grid video of him listing f1 world champions and tell me i'm wrong

you can't

the way he can't sit with both feet flat on the floor

the way he fidgets with his ears (very stimmy to me)

he also just seems to be very observant and trying to base his behaviour off of how other people are acting which lowkey looks like masking to me

i don't think this will make sense to a lot of people but he's like 5 year old boy autism meets teenage girl autism

valtteri bottas:

he's got that pre-teen/middle school girl autism

also that "i just got diagnosed and i'm trying to stop masking because it's making me exhausted" flair

the clothes the colours the hair the humour the everything

everytime he talks i actually understand what he means (never happens with neurotypicals. ever)

so um. yeah ✨

also a lot of this is just vibes like you 🫵 you're like me

[justaprankhan]

-I'm 100% going to make a post about Hannah as a canon character because I got things to say -I actually really do want to play Emily damn it, I like her, but in my head there isn't much left that I want to add to her story and anyway I feel like she'd ditch everybody except Sam, Chris and be vaguely civil with Matt if he tried to save her at least once but that's it? plus I don't think I can write her dialogue in a convincing way so... no? -I REALLY want to write Ellie from T.he Last of Us but same thing as Emily, I don't think I can write her dialogue well enough! Plus I basically only want to focus on her canon interactions because I'm desperate for more Ellie and Joel content and I want him to STAY? to deal with the 'what if he survives instead' aus (and also I ship Ellie and D.ina like hell but I'm already satisfied with how it goes in canon?) But I also know that every time I write her I'll be thinking 'okay but I really really wish I could be writing Hannah more' and that's not good, maybe I should consider adding private muses to my multi in the sense that if someone is mutuals with me here and I see them writing a starter call for some Joel/Tommy/Dina/etc&Ellie shenanigans I can go for it, but nothing more? -I'm talking like I'm writing with a dozen Joels and tlou muses btw but this is all imaginary. -it's Hannah's type of relationships that I want to explore the most? (she's so needy even out of character lol) ironically with Ellie as well because I always say that Ellie is amazing to her (like, I love Clementine from TWD but Hannah wouldn't be shocked by her personality) so I keep returning here. But also I literally follow max 20 people instead of hundreds and I don't know WHERE TO FIND RPERS because 90% of people have characters in multis and often don't appear in group promos, most people aren't making promos, and worse, to find a promo in the tags you need to scroll through 458689 group rp posts -why are all the fandoms I love SO SMALL, between agents of shield and ouat a decade ago I got so used to have 20 different people roleplaying each character and now I wonder where is everybody at

[skzhocomments]

Dear Diary, - Kim Seungmin Fanfic - Chapter 9

General Masterlist

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

Wattpad | AO3

Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

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Chapter 9

Chapter word count: 2k words

--- 26th of May Dear Diary, It’s been a while since I’ve last written about my spectacular life. I’m sorry, I truly am. I didn’t even notice time passing lately, especially when each day blurs into the next. For starters, Changbin and I broke up. It was quite messy considering I’ve been such a coward, but it was bound to happen. I thought it would be awkward to keep seeing him, but since I’m no longer eating lunch in the cafeteria or spending time with Yuna’s friends, our interactions have been brief, if any. We’ve seen each other around campus and were cordial, we nod our heads with short smiles and a “Hello” here and there, but that’s all. I feel terrible to say this, but I feel relieved that this weight is no longer pressing on my chest. It was too overwhelming to have to take care of someone else’s heart as well, especially since I am so bad at taking care of my own. I’m not doing well, and it’s hard to admit this to anyone. I lost a lot of weight because I’m barely eating anymore, my energy is at an all time low and all I seem to do is sleep, because every time I’m awake, everything hurts. It feels like all I do lately is break down: during class, at the break room at work, in my room, in the shower… my tolerance to stress has become so low. I haven’t talked to anyone. My parents keep calling, but I don’t know what to tell them. It’s getting so hard to pretend that I’m doing fine, and they are so good at noticing when my voice falters, that I stopped responding completely. I told them my exams are coming soon, and I chalked it up to stress, and they seemed understanding. Truth is, I am extremely overwhelmed with the upcoming exam session. I’m doing my best, I really am. I just can’t seem to focus or remember anything. It’s like I have brain fog. The sentences I read don’t make any sense. Maybe I’m not good enough for this. Maybe I should just go back to my hometown and take over my father’s bakery. What a joke – I’m not even good at that. What am I even good at? Nothing. Simply nothing. Whatever. I need to go to work. Phoebe

“Hey, have you seen my charger?” I ask Yuna, who’s mindlessly scrolling through her phone.

“Huh?” She looks up. “Yeah, I think you put it on your desk earlier.”

“It’s not on the desk.” I say as panic begins taking over me, my eyes blurring with tears. I’m not sure why not finding my charger makes me feel so anxious, but if I stay looking for it any longer, I will be late for work, and my boss will scream at me again, and-

“It’s right there, babe.” She says, pointing to the top of the desk.

How did I not see it?

“Thanks Yuyu.” I force a smile.

“Bibi, are you okay?” Yuna asks me with concern plastered all over her face.

“Yeah, of course. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine though…” She says with slight hesitation. “You used to be very organised, but nowadays it feels like you keep misplacing your stuff, and-”

“I’m really fine. Just tired.” I try to laugh it off, hoping she would just drop it.

“Your eyes are puffy. Did you cry?”

“No.” I lie immediately. It feels easier and easier to lie through my teeth lately.

“How about we hang out tonight? Our friends miss you. They haven’t seen you in ages, Bibi.”

“Maybe another night. I have a long shift, and I need to study afterwards. My first exam’s in two days.”

“But-”

“Shoot, I have to go. I’ll be late for my shift. See you later!” I sprint towards the door, putting my shoes on and exiting the room, running away yet again from an uncomfortable conversation.

I don’t want to meet anyone; I don’t want them to see me like this, and I don’t want to have to listen in on conversations I don’t have the mental energy to follow or take part in.

It sounds exhausting.

I just want to sleep.

As I reach the café, I greet my coworker and put on my apron to begin my shift.

A sudden pain in my lower abdomen makes me feel uncomfortable, and as the day progresses, it just gets worse and worse.

I take a pain killer, but it doesn’t do much. I try to smile at the customers, but it’s getting harder and harder to ignore.

A few hours later, a deep, unsettling nausea begins churning in my stomach. I feel so sick – maybe I caught a stomach bug?

Each time I move even slightly, the aching pain in my lower side intensifies. I’ve never felt weaker.

Fuck.

~

I don’t know exactly how I got home. To say I’m in an incredible discomfort would be putting it mildly. I feel so weak, and the pain only grows stronger with each passing hour.

The room is dark and quiet, which means Yuna is out, so I can finally start studying.

Shit, I can’t understand anything. My eyes blur with tears once again, and I have no clue what to do.

Suddenly, I stand up covering my mouth and run to the bathroom, where I empty my bowels for what feels like forever. I’m still nauseous by the time I’m done throwing up.

What is happening to me?

I want to cry, from the nausea, the pain in my abdomen and the confusion in my head, but if I do this, I’ll be even less able to concentrate.

Although I go back to my room and sit down at my desk with an open book in front of me, nothing makes any sense. Nothing I read. I don’t know what to do.

With a shaky hand I pull out my phone from my pocket and dial Seungmin. He’s a good student, and he’s helped me study before, so maybe, just maybe, he’s available.

“Hey, haven’t heard from you in a while. What’s up?” He asks, his tone casual.

“Seungmin?” I ask quietly, clutching my stomach. The pain is unbearable, no matter how much I shift in my seat. “Are you at the dorms?”

“Yeah. Do you need something?”

“I’m studying for the exam, but… I can't understand shit.”

“Oh, do you wanna study together? Come upstairs. Jeongin’s out with Yuna tonight, so he won’t be coming back for sure.”

“Okay… I’ll be there soon. Thanks.” I say, but climbing up two flight of stairs takes me way longer than usual, with the sharp pain in my lower side.

I’m shaking badly, but I try my best to reach Seungmin’s room, and when I do, I knock.

“Took you long enough.” He smiles as he opens the door, but when he sees me, his whole expression changes. “You okay?”

“God, why is everyone asking me this lately?” I reply weakly as another sharp pang travels through my abdomen.

“You look very pale, Bee.” He frowns.

“I’m fine. So, how come you’re here? I thought you’d go to that party with Yuna and the rest.” I try to change the subject, and although Seungmin still looks unconvinced, he lets it go.

“I’m more responsible than those idiots.” He shrugs. “So, let’s study.”

“Good idea.” I nod as I sit down, feeling woefully uncomfortable. It’s hard to keep a straight face when I’m in so much pain, and I don’t understand what’s wrong.

I’ve never experienced this level of pain before, so this is very concerning, but I try to keep ignoring it, since I have a lot of things to do.

I need to study, and I need to get to my shift tomorrow, and then I need to take the first exam in two days, and another five in the following two weeks. I can’t afford being sick right now.

I should’ve taken another painkiller, or a few.

God, this is unbearable.

“So, what do you need help with?”

“Everything.” I force out a chuckle. “I don’t understand shit. I feel like I didn’t attend any classes this semester.”

“You didn’t seem to pay any attention to them, so no surprise there.” He laughs.

“Look at you, mean to me again.” I pout, and he sticks out his tongue.

“How’s life going? I feel like we haven’t spoken much lately. I heard you and Changbin broke up.”

“Yeah, that night…”

“Are you okay?”

“Stop asking that.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m fine. It hurt for a bit, and then it started hurting less. Life moves on.”

“Sorry your first Uni relationship didn’t last.”

“Well, whatever.” I shrug.

“Alright, back to studying, let’s review the first 3 chapters.”

Saying this, Seungmin begins going through them and it’s easy to follow at first, but as the pain intensifies, it’s getting harder and harder to focus on his words. My vision blurs, and my lower abdomen feels like there are a million soldiers inside, stabbing at me with their swords at the same time every second. Even my smallest movements are met with an agonizing, burning sharpness.

“Bee?” Seungmin looks at me with worry.

“Yeah?”

“You’re sweating really bad. Here.” He hands me a napkin that I use to wipe off my forehead, and suddenly, a new wave of nausea hits me.

“Hey, mind if I lay down for a second?”

“Go ahead.” He says, his eyes never leaving me as I go to his bed on the bottom of the bunk.

I close my eyes, trying to think of anything else, but the pain keeps persisting, and the nausea makes me feel the need to throw up again – not like there would be anything left to throw up.

“What hurts?” He asks, this time strangely determined.

“Nothing.” I open my eyes and look at him, and he seems doubtful.

“Bee, we went through this before. Tell me and be honest.” He insists, and with a small sigh, I decide to reply.

“I just caught a stomach bug or something.”

“I asked you, where does it hurt?”

“You actually asked What hurts? and I told you.”

“Don’t be cheeky.”

“I replied!” I snap, before closing my eyes again. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

He stands up and sits down on the bed next to me.

“Show me.”

I open my eyes, and looking into his almost makes me want to cry. I’m in so much pain, and I feel so terrible, and he just won’t stop being persistent.

I weakly move my hand and point him to the lower right side of my abdomen, and he puts one hand there, pushing.

“Stop!” I immediately scream, turning on my side and beginning to cry. The ache is unbearable.

“Let’s go to the hospital. Come on.” He urges me to stand up, but I don’t want to go.

“I can’t. I have so much to do, I-”

“Phoebe.” He cuts me off. “It was not a suggestion. We’re going to the hospital right now. You’re sick and need medical help.”

“But I have to study, the exam is just two days away.” I try to ration with him, starting to cry.

“Fuck that.”

“It’s easy for you to say! You’re so smart and always on top of the class, but I-”

“You’re also very smart and capable, and you will study after a doctor sees you and determines what’s wrong with you.”

“But-”

“Phoebe, listen to me. If you don’t take breaks, your body will shut down and do it for you at most inconvenient times. We are going to the hospital right now, and if you don’t stand up, I’m calling an ambulance.” He says matter-of-factly in a soft tone, as if he’s talking to a child.

“Okay…” I nod and sit up, but the pain is so terrible, I just can’t move without feeling it tear through my body. “Minnie, it hurts…”

“I’ll carry you to my car. Come here.” He says as he bends over and picks me up. “Stupid, why would you push through when you’re in so much pain?” He scolds as he exists the room and heads downstairs. “And you always make me carry you around. What are you, some princess?”

“I’m sorry… I don’t want to disturb you, or be a burden...” I say through sobs, but he just chuckles.

“I’m kidding, Bee. I don’t mind helping you, so please reach out, and don’t be so stubborn. Take more care of yourself.”

“Thank you…”

“And you’re not a burden. Don’t call yourself that.” He adds in a firm tone.

He helps me into his car, putting on my seat belt as I can’t stop crying.

Thankfully, the hospital is close by; it takes us less than 10 minutes to get there, and once we’re in, Seungmin takes me straight to the ER.

~

Chapter 8 | Chapter 10

[fractiscruentamorte]

MARVEL STARTER CALL

Like this for anyone from Marvel!

If you don't tell me from my list who you want you'll get random or you'll get a canon character that I know has interacted with yours!

Fellow multis tell me who you'd want me to write it to or I will be picking at random!

you can find my muses here scroll down to Marvel and see who I play :)

[deathrcll]

i see i have some new followers, so i guess i'll do this for real this time !

i'm vee, 30, black, queer and this space is bipoc, poc lgbtqia+ friendly. i don't tolerate racism, transphobia, homophobia, or anything else of that nature. my comfort games are animal crossing, pokemon, and mario party so if i'm not around i'm either streaming or watching my favorite streamers. i like all things moon and stars related, music, and doom scroll tik tok for way too long most nights.

i'm not exactly non mutual friendly as far as chatting in the dms go. i'm shy more often than not, and unless we've interacted with each other multiple times before there's a good chance i'll come off real dry without meaning to. i do better with you requesting a muse and a plot rather than small talk or asking me what i want to do

i don't do follow for follow. again, once we interact multiple times i'll probably follow you on a random tuesday at 3 am as i'm non mutual friendly for interactions. i like keeping my dash relatively bare as i get overstimulated easily

i have dyslexia, adhd, and chronic migraines. i've catered to my own disabilities and what works for me on my blog. i understand that won't always work for other people so if there's something you'd like for me to change in terms of me doing replies, i will. just ask

if possible, reblog things from the source. i'm not a resource blog and don't like losing replies because i have other notifications mixed in. i will soft block you if it gets too crazy

i don't really like passive followers. i have an opens tag, wanted plots tag so you've got around 2 weeks to get it poppin in some capacity before i soft block you. that being said, it's easy to interact with me - my opens are open to all, and if you send in memes or tag me in starters i'll respond to them

i occasionally provide advice or speak on topics if someone wants my opinion, but i'm not a rph nor will i engage in drama. i will, however, call someone out if i see them doing fuck shit and have a tag that can be blacklisted if it makes you uncomfortable

i'm just here to play with my dollies and kiss my mutual's foreheads ~

[locked-and-forsaken]

What’s one more key?

General information

Forsaken crossover OC! Doll is from another Roblox game called Dwelling of Locks. Dwelling of Locks is a simple, plain game that has a flat gameplay loop. Unlock doors to get farther to unlock more doors.

Doll is jumpy, and keeps to herself but is also extremely loud. She is keen on being the centre of attention, and uses it to keep killer’s attentions.

Open to interactions from anyone! Come say hi! I’ll probably reach out just as much! Canon, OC, crossover, you name it!

M!As welcome!

Dwelling of Locks is a simple game with no real lore to it, but you best believe Doll has a lot of it! She’s got a killer tied to her and she might even talk about them!

General rules

Nothing nsfw! Flirting is fine, but keep things more friendly-leaning.

Don’t vent in the inbox. It will be deleted without hesitation.

I write my muse! Not you! Do not describe my actions for me!

Please feel free to tag me in things! Starters, art, you name it. I’ll happily do the same too!

Divider by @creativeinnovations ! Not for personal use!

Tagging system

Distant voices | Anon

A perfect fit | Ask

A new hunt | thread start

It’s one of these… | rp

Free of the hunt | thread end

Rainbow claws and jingling nothings | Pointed Lore

Jingling keys | General lore

Do not look for me I am not there | ooc

Survivor/Killer specific tags

Anon Tags

Items received

Expanded information

So you’ve scrolled through! Here’s some fun bonus information for you!

She/they pronouns. One(1) person has permission to use it/its for Doll. It’s an immense show of trust for her to share this fact with someone.

Doll cannot keep quiet. She needs some sort of noise always, be it keys jingling, music, or talking, she cannot stand silence.

She isn’t subtle in her actions or intentions. Thanks to the person Doll has spent most of their time around, she is prone to being flat and saying the things one might typically intend to be shown in actions. Will unironically say “frowning at you” and similar.

They’ve got a full kit of moves! Designed by a friend, Doll is a fully functional, theoretically playable survivor!

Doll always keeps at least 5 keys on their person at all times, leading them to being very jingly when moving!

Meet Doll!

Doll is;

Louder than other survivors, the opposite of Dusekkar!

Able to temporarily “lock” a doorway to a killer, provided such a thing exists on a map

Able to move some abilities from other survivors; like Elliot’s pizza!

Want more in depth info? I’ll be updating this with a link to their toyhouse page when it’s done! And you can always ask them!

[muscle-blues]

[WHISPER]

It's not often he gets the chance to try clothing from another world for anyone but himself, and especially not when within the few hours before a social outing. He's known in his personal life to prefer high collared, long-sleeved shirts that tuck into high-waisted or slim trousers, a coat or some loafers also thrown on to round out a respectable look. Now, he was more likely to blend within the crowd and even find certain clothing items within others that match his own. Of course he was still stylized and the white to black attire with a cut not unlike the windows upon his original outfit was familiar, what wasn't always familiar—

—was a pair of new eyes, unlike anything he had known since he'd taken to sharing his presence with the locals. His glasses, not custom made and still square and thick in frame, are gently flipped closed as he binds the scroll he had been reading for later. He doesn't even need to turn as her heels click, his only warning of her formal arrival as he turns around beside the table he had been using. They weren't perfectly facing each other and he's more likely to call it shoulder-to-shoulder, her posture as straight and sure as his, and he turns his chin to lower his face.

Yelan and himself did not need to talk above what was necessary for basic conversation, the hydro user actually quite soft spoken compared to... other brokers he knows, and it's a welcome change of place for once. Comforting, even. No matter if it is fabricated or not, he did try and extend the same courtesy.

"Miss Yelan, you're never one to initiate a meeting without establishing dates and times. I am to take it this is for friendly chatter?" His voice is low, but it's not as soft as it would be if this was simply about catching up. "What is the matter?"

Reasons to Cup a Face -- Whisper (not accepting)

The information an otherworldly scholar provided, had wrought insight into the mind of a Yelan who desired to learn more. From her brief parlay with Dr. Ratio -- their combined efforts to find the catackes of a careless Trailblazer -- alongside other interactions Yelan had with the recesses of space, the Liyuean came to several understandings.

For starters, she held meager knowledge of the world that lays beyond the skies of Teyvat. She held the barebones of knowledge for what it meant to traverse the space of what is such a vast sea. Yelan wanted to understand that, and frankly, Dr. Ratio's seemingly encyclopedic knowledge had been her best bet in attaining understanding. 

It was silly, to rely upon a man she had only met out of circumstance, yet here he was, heeding her call so willingly. Yelan, from the corner of her eye, paid note of Dr. Ratio's outfit, a smirk curling on her lips. He took quite a bit of effort to come out and see me~. Her thoughts had been as playful as most of her actions. That had only become even more apparent as Dr. Ratio spoke.

His tone indicated some level of concern, as though he expected some sort of emergency out of her. It was true, Yelan was a woman who established clearer plans above all else, especially to make sure her schedule had been as clear as could be -- however, sometimes exceptions happen. Sometimes, Yelan simply wished to see what would happen. Besides, as much as she did want to understand the innerworkings of the cosmos that she had failed to understand, Yelan did also want to bask in the company of the Doctor. He was a fun presence, and Yelan wanted to capitalize on that.

She turned to look up at him, her form relaxing and a sly smile taking complete form, as she cupped the Doctor's face, playfully. " Now, Doctor, no need to stress over me, hey? " Her words were a lull, and her voice was teasing. Friendly, of course, for her relationship with the Doctor had never exceeded past anything more. " I did want to invite you for a bit of friendly chatter, but also to learn a bit from you. You are an educator, yes? " She spoke in question, yet she felt certain in her words. Lest Dr. Veritas Ratio had been a doctor of medicine, instead, Yelan had been certain her intuition of his scholarly pursuits had been correct. 

Her hand loosens from Dr. Ratio's face, as Yelan looses a light chuckle. " As you know, Liyue, and really Teyvat as a whole, isn't as...let's say technologically advanced as some of the planets from where you're from. I wanted to learn more, know what to expect, not feel lost in a boundless sea of my own misunderstanding. " And, if I ever need to make any deals in the sea beyond the skies...well, the Doctor's knowledge might prove aid to me. 

" Care to spare a little knowledge on a promising student, Doctor? " 

[poohsources]

I'm new to tumblr and i'm not sure how rp bandwagons work on here haha.

I know i have to reblog them, but i'm not sure what happens next or where to put the starter 'n such. so sorry if this doesn't make sense LOL.

hi there! gotta be honest here, i have no clue what bandwagons are ( i tried looking it up but all i gathered was that it's something used in twitter rp ) so i'm not exactly sure this'll be the right answer. but i hope this will be of help for you anyway and is what you're looking for. if not, feel free to send me another ask and i'll try to give a better explanation.

after you've set up your blog and gathered some followers, there are two easy ways to get interactions going. technically there are more, but these two are the ones that work the quickest and make you start doing stuff on your blog.

starter calls. make a post titled starter call in which you give people a chance to request a starter from you. they can like or reply to that post, which in turn shows you they're interested in writing with you. now you can either reach out to plot with them ( if you want to ― usually, starter calls are more of a spontaneous thing that isn't really planned out, although it can eventually evolve into something deeper ) or just make a new post / starter for them. you can keep it simple with just a line of dialogue ( remember to make open dialogue and give your partner something to work with; roleplaying is a back-and-forth that requires some kind of effort being put into it ) or write maybe a paragraph or two ― whatever you feel like doing. it's best to tag the person the starter is for somewhere in the post ( you can do that by using @ and putting the username right after the symbol ) so they'll hopefully see your post. from there on, they reblog your post with their reply, and afterward, you reblog your reply to their post, and so on and so on.

memes. another easy way to get things going is by reblogging memes / sentence starters to your blog. you can find a variety of them either by looking up rp memes ( or if you want something more specific, e.g. angst starters, try looking up that ) and all you'll have to do is to click on the reblog button and put them on your blog. now your followers can send you one or multiple of these through your inbox ( which reminds me that you have to make sure that is turned on. to check that, go to your blog settings, scroll down until you see the switch titled "let people ask questions" and make sure it's on ) for you to reply to. as for your reply, you can either directly do that by accessing your inbox ( if you're on desktop, it's the little mail symbol on top / on mobile you can access it by clicking the profile button on the far right, then going to the settings at the top right and clicking on inbox ) and clicking answer or you can make a completely new post in which you'll copy and paste the sentence starter that was sent to you, and then do basically the same thing i explained for the starter call. write your reply, tag the person who sent it to you in it, and let the reply thread begin.

anyway, it might seem a little daunting at first but once you've got the hang of it, it's really simple and quite fun.

[periwinkle-the-11th]

Intro post:

You can call me Peri, my pronouns are they/them

I spend my time reading, spending far to many hours at the library, making my way thru college, baking bread, writing now and again, and playing with my cats!

Heres my pronoun page!

I post all my writing and various creations over on @pericreatesstuff and my ao3 is Peri_Writes

Despite having a perfectly good Writing Blog, I post random tidbits of my thought process/brainstorming over here bc I regularly forget it exists!

I'm in way way way to many fandoms so heres an incomplete list:

Juno Steel (VESPA ILKAY LOML)

Keep It Steady podcast

pjo/hoo

kotlc

Kaleidotrope Podcast

Voltron (i miss you my children)

bridge to terabithea

Atla

Daylight Shooting Star (if you know dss I am begging you to be my friend I have literally never met anyone else who's read it)

Sk8 the infinity

Ohshc

The Sky Fall Trilogy by shannon messenger (once again if you've read it (and liked it) I am begging you to be my friend its so so underrated)

The Lost Books: Scroll of Kings (SO SO SO UNDERRATED)

I listen to way to much music way to often, heres some artists/bands i like: Set it off, pierce the veil, Fin (steffan argus), conan gray, olivia rodrigo, alec benjamin, one direction, Natalie jane, sadie jean, my chemical romance, fall out boy, NF, MARINA, Maren Morris, girl in red, melanie martinez, MICO, Avril Lavigne, Madonna, Ke$ha, little mix, Queen, Billy joel, Zara Larsson, Maisie Peters, Lauren spencer smith, ABBA, Jorge Rivera-Herrans, Sam Hunt, the Amazing Devil, and literally so many more

and the tags I use regularly:

#peri personal - just about everything not fandom related/interactions w people/my life

#peri complains - self explanatory really

#music rambles - rambling about music, mostly when new songs/albums come out

#allis adventures - various stuff about my sourdough starter! her full name is Allison Breadorthy and she is ALIVE

#baking Breadorthy - actually baking her ^

#writing related - self explanatory but its mostly me complaining about my fics, plot holes i find, polls bc i'm indecisive, and writing advice I wanna save for later

#friends <3 - my actual conversation style interaction with my mutuals (only remember this tag exists half the time lmao)

#spider!Juno au - my and Lu's ( @chainlxnk) spiderman!Juno Steel au that I am in the process of writing!

Thats all for now!! I'll probably update this once i realize i forgot smth tho

[razorblade180]

Up In Smoke

Part two of Thief’s Gambit<-

Carmine was a lot of things. Talented, strong, capable, and yet she knew despite all those things that she had several failings. For starters, and most importantly, constructive conversation. An hour had passed and yet Carmine couldn’t stop replaying her conversation with Mona. There was next to nothing she knew that would talk that girl out of whatever her intentions were, but that didn’t make Carmine feel any better as she looked over the city. Just what prompted Mona to ask for a favor that would require, to a degree, willful negligence? Nothing good. That much was certain.

“Why can’t things ever be simple?” She sighed. If only she had a lead to go on. Carmine wanted to ponder further but her scroll began blinking. Sure enough, it was Aero. Mona must’ve gone through with leaving like she said. Carmine answered the call. “Hello?”

“Carmine! Where are you right now?” He said with urgency.

“Patrolling. Is something the matter?”

“Mona quit the gang out of nowhere. Said her time with it was done and that she had better things to do.”

“Can you really be surprised? She’s always been a loose cannon. If you weren’t reigning her in then who knows how deep her antics would go.”

“Look, I know you don’t like her but Mona isn’t as terrible as you make her. Yeah she’s troubled but who wouldn’t be in her predicament. I mean you’ve met her mother.”

That was an interaction Carmine wishes she could forget. “Yeah, yeah I have. I don’t blame Mona for how she is in life. I blame her for choosing not to change.”

“That’s…”

She could hear Aero sigh in defeat. “Hey, you’re a good person for trying to help her. It’s what makes you, you. It’s pointless to tell you not to worry over this but-”

“She’s not my responsibility. I swear you and my mom say that as if I told you she was. What’s so hard to understand about wanting to keep a person in your life despite the risks. I help because I care.”

“And now you sound like my mom.”

“Is that supposed to be terrible?”

“No…never. It just means we’re never going to convince each other on certain topics.” Carmine frowned.

“Is that really how you feel?” Aero could tell her attitude became a little somber.

“I don’t know. Maybe? All I know is you’re gonna get hurt moving through problems the way you do. I’ll never say your way isn’t beautiful in its own right, but as long as you’re someone I cherish, don’t expect me to watch you approach a fire without trying to put it out myself. I’d rather take the burn then let you feel the flames.”

Carmine waited for a response but the call ended. She almost felt insulted until she heard the flap of powerful wings behind her. Aero landed with a neutral expression on his face. He was clearly bothered.

“If that’s how you feel then you don’t give yourself enough credit when it comes to being kind, even if it’s selfish.”

“I’m a selfish person.”

Aero rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you believe that. Not for a second. Sounds like to me you’re-”

“Why’d you call me? I know it wasn’t to have some debate on ideals and values.”

Of course Carmine would push back the moment the topic moves to her. Whatever. Aero was used to it by now and she was right anyways. “I called you to ask if you’ve seen Mona. Figured between patrol and all your flowers, you’d know something.”

“That’s not quite how my flowers work. And you’re wrong.” Carmine turned back towards the city lights. What’s one more potential burn? “Haven’t seen her. If anything she might actively be avoiding me if she has something planned.”

Aero came up beside her and sat down, his thoughts brewing. “I just can’t make sense of what’s changed.”

“…You’re not the only one. Whatever is going on, we’ll just have to wait.”

“So you’re helping me?”

“Like I said, I’m not letting you walk into fire if I can help it. Not that I wouldn’t help anyways. Mona has never been the quickest troublemaker.” Carmine squinted as she remembered the sword of destruction incident.

Aero let out a small chuckle. “Heh, I wouldn’t be so sure. You’d be surprised just how many times there’s something missing that nobody was even looking for.”

That was true. Credit is given where credit is due. Never underestimate The Gem of the Slums. “Guess we should keep our eyes peeled then.”

Oh how little did they both know. The dazzling lights of the city they watched over were suddenly drowned out by bright, blinding lights to their left. Their heads turned in silence as the sight of three brilliant pillars flames rose into the sky. Carmine and Aero had yet to process the sight, until the thunderous boom came. Buildings rattled and wind whipped as the shockwave hit them into reality. The sound of alarms began to play as Carmine’s eyes widened.

Aero still needed a second. “Wh…what the-”

“Ambulance.” Carmine uttered, her feet pulling her closer to the explosion. “Call emergency services!”

Aero watched her run off. He pulled out his scroll and followed suit.

Carmine looked over her shoulder. “Don’t follow me!”

“Oh you can not be serious!? I know we were just talking about burns but-”

“Not that! Fly up you idiot! Let them know how far and fast the flames spread! You’ll be our eyes in the sky. Go!” She commanded.

Aero spread his condor wings out and shot straight up into the sky with a single flap. His call came through as he gazed upon an unforgettable sight of a growing sea of red and orange. “H-hello!? There’s been an explosion. The slums, it’s…it’s burning away…”

xxxxxxx

Inside the chaos Carmine’s clones in the area had hit the streets running the second they bloomed, barreling past those who fled in fear of blazing death; a few of their progress came to a screeching halt as they made it to the edge of the crisis. It was worse up close. The slums became like a gateway to hell. Blistering flames made the air sting while her eyes watered from smoke. Now was the worst time to be wearing contacts but Carmine would have to endure. After all, this clearly wasn’t an accident. The slums weren’t the most well kept but even she could tell that the fire was spreading abnormally fast. There’s no way Mona did this, right? What would be the point? However, if it wasn’t her then the likelihood of this catastrophe being far more evil in nature was high. Carmine could only think of one group sick enough for it.

Through the flames, several more clones came running out with civilians to hand off to the others.

“Did you see anyone suspicious!?” One asked to another as she took an injured woman.

“No, and all I’ve heard is fire, sirens and people. I’m going back in.”

They both nodded, carrying out their job. As one of them went back towards a the flames, she heard a voice yell.

“Carmine!” It cried out from her right.

Petals blew by, sweeping her feet off the ground and away from fall debris. The girl looked at both her arms, feeling the grip of her mother on them.

Ruby breathed in relief. “Stay sharp.”

Carmine shook her off. “Don’t worry about me. I’m just a clone! There’s people still in there.”

“I know and less of you means less saved, so stay sharp.” Ruby emphasized. “Where’s the real you?”

“On her way.”

“Let her know to not show up.”

“What!? You just said-”

“I know what I said! But I need the real you headed towards the west gate. I’ll stay here and help with the victims. You deal with the panic they bring.”

Carmine’s eyes widened. The west gate leads to near endless dunes and is home to some of Vacou’s most unsavory creatures. Some of those monsters lay in wait on the call of their master. Carmine nodded before turning around, but was quickly held by her wrist.

Ruby turned her back around and stared deep into the gaze she knew her actual daughter could see. “I’m trusting you Carmine. If you see Cinder, Neo…or Dustin, then you call me first and foremost.” Her voice trembled slightly. “Okay?”

xxxxxx

Halfway to the chaos, Carmine stopped her rooftop run. She felt a tightness tug at her chest suddenly as she saw what she needed to see. With a slow yet shaky breath, Carmine steeled herself. She booked it towards the west gate without a moment to lose.

“Understood!” She said with conviction. It wasn’t often the two of them worked together. Carmine was going to make it a good experience. Her blade, Stamen, was brought out as soon as she exited the city. As she crossed over a sand dune, the vast desert greeted her with dozens of scarlet eyes looming in the distance; and they were only beginning to grow in number as they lurked.

“Sorry guys, but you should’ve stayed out of sight!” Carmine stomped down with her right foot and leaped forward, leaving a patch of ten roses where she took off.

Upon landing, she took another leap to advance far right. Again, ten roses were left behind. Carmine stopped advancing after landing to the left, clapping her hands together to manifest two glowing red roses before throwing them up in the air.

“May I have this dance?”

Both roses turned to clones and joined both their hands before crossing their arms to form a cross. Carmine jumped and landed one foot right on their hands as they slingshot her towards the center of the madness. There was no time to be subtle in her approach but she couldn’t abandon safety either. Carmine put her weapon into scythe mode mid flight then spun like a saw, cutting clean through several beowulves upon entry.

Her feet slid across the sand towards four more Grimm she decapitated in one swoop before lunging backwards with her scythe spinning overhead and slashing down into a Taijitu’s head that was ready to strike. A pull of her trigger brought the blade ripping out of the flesh and carving up through the ground to cut a medium sized DeathStalker up the middle. The loud demonic screech from behind made Carmine backflip and land on an attacking Nevermore that was quickly grounded by the two clones stabbing their swords in each wing then landing perched on the respective hilts with guns trained on approaching threats.

Anger, fear, hostility, and more. Carmine kept those emotions at the forefront of her mind to draw the masses of Grimm her way to slow their advance to the kingdom. Meanwhile, the twenty roses in total she left on the outside had fully bloomed into clones that not only held the line of defense, but actually pushed it back aggressively. Inexperienced Grimm weren’t an issue and were quick to rush to their demise, but that wasn’t the case for Sand Dwellers. Those pesky land swimming sharks always loved to pounce when least expected.

“What a pain.” She hissed, minding her footing. Carmine sliced through several more monsters before retreating back onto the pinned Nevermore. Ironically it was the safest spot to sand. Until…

“REEEEEARRRRGH!”

It was like a deafening screech into the night. The cry in return wasn’t any better.

“AAAAEEEEGGHHH!!!!”

Carmine gasped. That was not a Nevermore. Thinking fast, Carmine placed a rose on her scythe and tossed it as hard as she could into the sky. Two ominous arms came slithering out rapidly through the hoard and grabbed Carmine from each side before reeling her in. The girl dug her heels into the sand as she was forcibly getting dragged closer and closer towards a galloping Nucklevee with its horse’s mouth wide open.

Carmine cracked a nervous smirk. “Well if it isn’t my favorite of the trash? Let me get a good look at ya!”

Her scythe came flying down, severing the right arm while a second scythe belonging to the clone cut the left; the benefit of sharing sight went both ways as long as Carmine concentrated. Thankfully getting dragged meant not worrying about moving or searching. Now free, she quickly jumped to avoid the bite, landing on the horse’s armored head to flip over the humanoid body. Carmine grabbed both horns on the way down to yank its head towards the broken moon.

The clone from the sky came tumbling down along the ground, grabbing a scythe along the way and springing up over the horse to deliver a slash that lobbed off the main head to kill it instantly. It would’ve been a brief moment of triumph if teeth didn’t sprout out from the sand around the dying horse she stood and on.

“Shit.”

The jaws of a massive Sand Dweller came chomping, swallowing the Nucklevee and Carmine whole as it shot out of the sand into the sky. As it headed back to the ground to crush its victims under the weight of desert dunes, light gleamed through from its gills. It’s black and white skin turned gray, solidifying into rigid stone that shattered the instant it nose dived to the ground; the entire beast was reduced to rubble with only the girl remaining, her body kneeling with scythe in both hands and glimmering eyes that rivaled the moon’s radiance.

It was beyond risky to remove her contacts, especially in this unknown situation. Even so, it wasn’t much of a choice in this situation. From what she gathered however, so far there wasn’t another soul out here. Time to make good use of that while she could. Carmine slowly reached in her pocket and pressed a button on her scroll before readying herself. The Grimm around her stood on guard, ceasing their overly aggressive behavior as Carmine stood up.

“Don’t get scared now. The fight just started.”

xxxxxx

Ruby continued to successfully evacuate people when her scroll began pinging.

“What is it now!?” She winced, trying to juggle the mess.

Another Carmine clone came by with kids to put in the safe zone. “Don’t worry, I pinged everyone my location.”

“Having trouble?”

“More like I’m not testing my luck.” She points to her eyes, watching Ruby’s jaw open slightly. “Hey, I said I’m fine. There’s just a lot. Where’s dad?”

Ruby got back to helping. “At home guarding your brother and the house in case this attack was meant for us. For hell’s sake, where’s the backup!?” She yelled.

“Calm down!” Carmine kicked down a door for a few people to escape. “They’re-”

“Over here!!” Yelled a familiar voice.

Ruby and the clone looked over their shoulder to see Ilia arrive with firefighters carrying hoses and buckets of water in the area.

“Sorry it took so long. I was helping with moving some ice dust.” She pointed to the rooftops.

From multiple angles, a handful of rose clones with crisp blue tipped hair came charging in and releasing ice from above and inside the blaze while the firefighters worked their way in.

“Ilia, you’re a sight for sore eyes.” Ruby sighed. The base clones and I have already made safer pathways inside. We’ll guide the firemen through them. Can you please help Car-”

“No need.” Ilia flashed a message from her son that was sent several previous minutes before even Carmine pinged everyone. “It’s hard not to see the Grimm approaching where Aero is, or the person confronting them. Help should be there any minute now.”

The clone didn’t know what to think. Looks like she may have been read like a book. Honestly, what was the boy doing, prioritizing her in a situation like this? He better be back to reporting fires.

“Seriously…”

xxxxx

“…What am I going to do with him?” Carmine smiled, staring down a crazed Alpha Beringel among several recently made statues.

The beast leaped into the sky for a ground pound. Carmine was a second away from adding him to the scenery then saw a shadow accompanied by three lights run along the ground. The girl let her gaze soften.

Her body relaxed for a moment as she sighed, “Finally.”

The Beringel reeled its fists back to strike but was greeted with a dive kick in the face by Sun, followed by three clone kicks that sent the ape plummeting into its companions. The man landed with his copies around Carmine in a defensive stance with their staves at the ready.

“Hey kiddo! Having fun?”

“Oh ya know, keeping busy. These guys are lucky they’re dealing with me after a full day of work. I had them on the ropes.”

“Heh, I actually believe that. Your defensive line is holding strong! Take a breath.”

“Okay.” Carmine complied. Physically speaking, she hadn’t taken many hits but that was thanks to the constant strings of attacks. While effective, it didn’t leave much room to catch her breath. With Sun however, that changed. The man went straight to business crushing through armor and providing better spacing. Carmine wasn’t about to play damsel though; not by a long shot. A stomp made five more clones to help him out.

“What happened to taking a breather?”

“This is me breathing.” Carmine didn’t move an inch outside of the circular defense they had made. “I’d feel like shit if I had to tell Aero his dad got hurt saving me after he sent you.”

“Oh? You know about that?”

“Not the hardest thing to figure out. In total, there’s twenty eight rose clones here that were made tonight. Between your clones and the two of us…”

“We have this shit handled.” He gave a thumbs up in her direction. “Save the rest of your aura for yourself. Remember, this isn’t a one man show. The entire kingdom is acting and reinforcements will be here in five minutes at most. All we have to do is keep the pressure on.”

“Pressure is the one thing I’m good at.” Carmine switched back to sword form and kept her eyes keen to any opportunities. Although, what Sun said brought concern. Not a one man show, yet Carmine couldn’t help but wonder if the incident was made by one. If Cinder was part of this, she would’ve been seen by now; that goes for Neo and Dustin too. They wouldn’t have allowed help to come to her, and she could sense no disturbance near the garden at home. It could only make the girl think of one assumption.

“Mona…” she uttered to herself. Whatever this was all about, Carmine hadn’t the foggiest idea. She just knew Mona was going to answer for it. Nothing in Vacou was worth stealing that warranted this level of chaos aside from the Sword of Destruction; and the girl managed to steal that with far less effort and potential casualties. Carmine wanted to ponder more, but the Grimm weren’t going to let her do so easily and attacked.

“Screw it. I’ll think later.” Carmine rejoined the battle.

Everyone from civilians to the civil servants of the kingdom helped to quell this incident and protect their own. What Carmine, Aero, and the other heroes failed to realize was what was longed for has already been stolen away; and it wouldn’t be known until the dust began to settle.

xxxxx

Off at an old abandoned factory, a woman tied to a chair finally had a bag roughly removed from her head so she can stare in the dim eyes she had made long ago.

“Hey sleepyhead. Hope you’re not concussed~” Mona said dryly, spinning a butterfly knife as she stumbled backwards and slid her back down a pillar. “I think we’re overdue for a talk. Ya know, like most mothers to daughters about life.” She stabbed the knife into the floor. “How about we change that?”

[jimidumplings]

My thoughts on the taekook writer publishing their fic into a book:

I had to sit and think of my words clearly so that I can write without my mind being jumbled up. I still think this is a mess so bear with me please.

Starters off I will not tolerate disrespect towards Jungkook, Jimin, or Taehyung. If you’re a solo or anti of any of three then I need you to leave. This is an ot7 house, Armys are only allowed. This space is also not suitable for teenagers, if you are under 20 do not interact with my page. ♡

This is also something I’m not willing to go back and forth with or “debate”. These are just my thoughts, you can either like it or keep scrolling.

I will always love and support queerness in media whether that be in movies, tv shows, books etc, and if it’s written by someone queer that’s a million times better. I also love seeing small writers be able to publish a book because I understand how difficult it is to do. So it disgusts me seeing a writer that had no business writing fanfic publish something like this.

What frustrates me the most about the entire situation is just the sheer disrespect towards the three.

There will always be a moral dilemma when it comes to writing real people in fiction, let alone depicting real people in a negative light and I think all opinions within reason are valid but I won’t discuss that today.

If you as a reader can’t differentiate fanfiction from reality then I don’t think you should be reading fanfic in the first place. That being said it’s also your responsibility as a writer to curate your comments to make sure your audience remains respectful, which the author did not do.

People also have a right to criticize you for vilifying Jimin seeing as he already gets treated like that in real life, and when the only time you’ve shown an ounce of remorse for Jimin (because of your negligence towards your comment section.) was after people called you out, which, also warrants criticism.

And on top of all of this you claiming that your book is no longer about taekook/bts while simultaneously promoting your book using their names is despicable. You know that people know your book originally as a taekook fic and you’re profiting off of that. In my eyes you don’t hold respect for those three as a whole, and that in itself is disappointing.

It may be “rich of me” to be talking about this seeing as I’m a fic writer but I’m also a person with opinions and I wanted to say something.

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If you say something I don’t like or find disrespectful, I will block. My patience is thin and you will not break it, so watch your words and have a good day.