#zero sketching just vibes

[jaysrune]

havent drawn her for a while so just wanted to practice a little !

[lutiaskokopelli]

(Featuring the following OCs: Syenite Nickel and Marshmallow by @merrydock, and Apatite C. Tin by me)

Warning: Context?? What's that? Can you eat it?

Sooooooooo considering how much stuff has been done about it (and considering the friends who enabled me into expanding what was originally just a dumb self-indulgent shitpost), and considering the fact that I said I would be posting about blue alien frogs only to then not post anything, I guess it is time for this AU to breach containment.

I am on the fence regarding whether or not this AU constitutes spoilers for the game Outer Wilds or not. This AU is sort of a quantumly official/unofficial sequel to my longfic Fate Knows No One, but also is sufficiently disconnected from it that spoilers for the fic itself are going to be limited for at least a very long while. Maybe even long enough that I will be able to convince my brain to finish the fic in question before the spoilers show up in the AU.

That being said: Modern AU? What's better about Outer Wilds than to take these wonderful Hearthians, living peacefully on their tiny cozy planet full of geysers, rocket-induced explosions, and pine trees, and throw them into the wonderful world of capitalism? /s

Anyway, the comic probably was extremely confusing for anyone who did not already know about this AU through the Campfire Discord server, but thankfully I can provide you with a slightly better explanation of what's going on right here. Just know that, um, I heavily recommend you already have caught up on the regular Outer Wilds lore, because it will spoil an important part about what happens in the ending of the game. It will also spoil some part of FKNO (the fic), but if you have played Outer Wilds, it's a part of the fic you already knew would happen anyway.

[skitskatdacat63]

I keep seeing Tenna fanart of him parodying various American game shows, but I genuinely cannot picture him as anything other than one SNL sketch parody of Sábado Gigante, this is his exact vibe TO ME

[sixeyesonathiel]

what happens when satoru gojo tries to draw you and accidentally confesses five times?

a/n: yayy free throws and figure drawings crumbs. missed writing these two so bad… they hold such a stupidly special place in my heart. like sorry they healed the evil horny in me and rewired my brain chemistry. actually the most powerful duo to ever exist. i am once again simply a vessel.

the first time satoru tries to draw you, he steals one of your half-used sketchbooks like a raccoon with zero shame and far too much confidence, grinning to himself like he's cracked some sort of divine code.

“i’m gonna sketch you,” he announces, already sprawling across your floor like he pays rent, hoodie rumpled and riding up his stomach, hair still damp from practice and poking in every possible direction. he props himself on his elbows, legs swinging lazily behind him, the picture of unseriousness in your very serious, very paint-splattered dorm room.

you don’t even look up from the page you’re shading in. you're curled into your desk chair, hoodie sleeves shoved up to your elbows, pencil smudges on the side of your hand, and shoulders already tense with suspicion.

“you can’t just say that like it’s normal,” you mutter, not bothering to hide your wariness.

“it is normal,” he says breezily, flipping the sketchbook open like it’s his birthright. “i let you draw me all the time. fair’s fair.”

“that’s different,” you reply, glancing at him through your lashes. “you’re an athlete. you’re used to being stared at. modeled. immortalized in sketch form.”

he rolls onto his side with a dramatic little noise, cheek smushed against the hardwood, one hand supporting his jaw as he squints up at you like you're being deliberately obtuse.

“and you’re my girlfriend,” he says, soft and smug. “i’m used to being in love with you. same thing.”

you throw a pencil at him.

it bounces off his chest and rolls under the bed. he groans like you’ve injured him, dragging himself dramatically across the floor to retrieve it.

“rude,” he grumbles, holding it up triumphantly—then frowns. “it’s not even sharpened.”

he tosses it aside and grabs a pen instead. clicking it twice, then once more for flair, he dives in like he’s gearing up for a renaissance masterpiece.

fifteen minutes later, after a symphony of pen taps, frustrated mutters, and at least one full-body sigh, he flips the sketchbook around.

“ta-da.”

you blink.

on the page: a stick figure. it has massive, round eyes that take up a third of the head. there’s a rectangle clutched in your hand—possibly a paintbrush, maybe a sword, possibly a baguette. there are swirls surrounding your head like a storm cloud. the background is a shaky box filled with jagged lines.

he beams like he’s just unveiled a lost da vinci.

“do i have noodle arms?” you ask flatly.

“you have delicate limbs,” he corrects solemnly. “artist arms. sensitive. expressive. obviously.”

“and those spirals?” you point at the mess circling your head.

“your aura,” he says confidently. “you have... radiant vibes.”

“what about the eyes?”

he shrugs. “windows to your soul. they’re big because i see everything in you.”

you squint at him. he grins wider, completely unfazed.

with a sigh, you close the sketchbook gently, fingers brushing over the slightly curled page.

“okay,” you say. “no more pen privileges.”

he gasps, hand clutching his chest. “you’re just intimidated by my artistic vision.”

“i’m admitting you need glasses.”

he groans and flops onto his back, arms sprawled out like he’s been defeated in battle. “and i’m admitting that drawing you is impossible,” he says to the ceiling, voice suddenly quieter, “the original’s too pretty.”

the silence that follows is soft. the low buzz of your tiny desk fan fills the space, blending with the occasional creak of the floorboards and the sound of a pencil scratching lightly against paper. the golden light from your window pools across the room, warming the edges of paint tubes and tangled limbs.

you glance over your shoulder.

he’s watching you—chin in hand again, head tilted slightly, blue eyes sleepy but impossibly bright. there’s a smudge of ink on his cheekbone. he hasn’t noticed.

your chest tightens.

“what number sketch is this?” you ask quietly, the corner of your mouth twitching.

he hums, pretending to think, then shrugs. “first one of you. but i’m still winning. two hundred fifty-four to one.”

he taps the sketchbook once, then looks back at you with a flash of something uncharacteristically sincere.

“actually, make it three hundred,” he adds, voice dipping lower. “you just blinked in that lighting and i fell in love all over again.”

you throw another pencil.

this time, he catches it one-handed, barely looking.

“deadly reflexes,” he says, cocky and glowing. “i’m unstoppable.”

you shake your head, trying and failing to suppress your smile, and he sees it—of course he does.

he always sees it.

he doesn’t stop smiling the rest of the afternoon. even when you grumble about your ruined pencil. even when he tries to steal another sketchbook. even when he falls asleep on your floor, cheek squished into your hoodie sleeve, mouth parted, dreaming of something soft.

additional a/n: if you’ve made it here and haven’t read free throws and figure drawings… what are you doing bestie. go meet the disaster basketball boy and the overworked artist who accidentally steals his heart. if you want more of this soft chaos—this fluffy, smitten, mildly feral kind of love—that’s where the madness began. they’re so special to me it’s stupid. i think about them more than i think about my responsibilities. go. read. fall in love too.

[snufmonki]

just got whiplashed by my own art cause apparently only i use that specific tag to specify what flavor of aesop i just drew

[whrfchnn]

에이티즈 ! ୨ KEEP IT JUICY JUICY, EAT THAT LUNCH .ᐟ

⭑ Ateez with a chubby girlfriend .ᐟ

Ateez x chubby!fem!reader (individually)

Warnings ! Not edited :( I fear I went a little overboard with the drabbles in seonghwa’s part + lil suggestive in hongjoong’s at the end also some ethel cain vibes with yunho but we love that. I’ve got a sweet drabble for each members which will be posted soon :3

Mona’s notes ! Something soft for my darlings, I hope you enjoy. 3462k words…whoops. Feedback is welcomed! I’m always looking to improve my writing so don’t be afraid to be straightforward. Reblogs are appreciated! You might like; losing my innocence in the backseat.

✦. ── kim hongjoong .ᐟ 김홍중

𖤐 Joong would 100% design clothing for you all on his own, he knows some brands are blind when it comes to size inclusivity and he hates seeing you go from super excited to self conscious when you finally get the chance to shop for clothes.

𖤐 He’ll spend hours sketching out ideas, finding the right fabrics knowing you’re sensitive to certain materials. Plus this way, he gets to include small meaningful things into his designs that only you two know about, like his initials.

𖤐 He’d constantly remind you that society’s standards are a scam, joong will make it his life mission to make you feel like the most beautiful gorgeous person in the room not only with his designs but with his actions and words of affirmations.

𖤐 I feel like his favourite feature of you would be your waist. When he brings you to a fashion event or anything, he loves wrapping his arms around you so he could slowly and gently rub the side of your tummy.

𖤐 I also feel like if you’re taller than him, he’d be so smitten.

𖤐 Literal stars in his eyes when he looks at you, adoring that soft smile on his face like, “wow…she’s really my girlfriend”.

𖤐 LIKE He loves looking up at you with that cheeky grin, resting his chin on your shoulder he be like, “And what about it?” to anyone who comments on the height difference, “She’s my goddess, of course she’s taller.”

𖤐 If you’re ever feeling down, he will pull out his camera and convince you to model for him. “Trust me, babe, you’re stunning,” he’ll say, positioning you under the best light and capturing candid moments of you laughing or simply existing. Later, he’ll compile all the photos into a little book, labeling it My Favorite Masterpiece.

𖤐 ALSO OMFG

𖤐 Istg he’d wear your initials, either on a charm bracelet, rings, or necklace. He’s wear your full name with zero hesitation or shame but you insisted on the initials for now because of his job sigh.

𖤐 Lil suggestive BUT have you seen those videos of woman doing self portraits with their body? Like sitting on the canvas butt naked with paint on them and going over it to enhance it?

𖤐 YEAH SO imagine gifting him something like that, the outline of your sweet ass and hints of your camel toe drove him up the wall. He hugged the canvas to his body when San tried to see just what was on it that sent joong into a frenzy.

✦. ── park seonghwa .ᐟ 박성화

𖤐 My love, when Seonghwa first saw you it was as if you picked him up by his neck and claimed him as yours.

𖤐 On day one my man was hooked and wanted nothing more than to show you what devotion is.

𖤐 He’s a foodie so he will ensure you eat your meals and snacks daily. I feel like he’d prepare you an over the top dish and write cute notes with it if he’s out and can’t eat with you.

𖤐 Expect self care nights, he loves to take care of you both and pamper you ranging from bubble baths and skincare routines. I’ve got a small drabble for both;

𖤐 Bubble baths !

⤷ The warm water lapped at the sides of the tub as you leaned back against Seonghwa, bubbles piling high around you. It was peaceful, the scent of lavender and vanilla filling the air. Your eyes were half-closed when you felt the subtle shift of his arm behind you.

“What are you doing?” you asked, voice lazy with relaxation.

“Nothing,” he replied, though the playful lilt in his voice betrayed him.

A moment later, you felt it—bubbles being stacked atop your head, the slick slide of foam as he carefully shaped something.

“Seriously?” you laughed, sitting up slightly to catch his grin.

“Hold still,” he teased, leaning closer to perfect his work. His brows knit together in faux concentration, lips quirked up in amusement. “I’m almost done.”

You rolled your eyes playfully but let him continue, feeling the unmistakable shape of a shark fin forming. When he finally sat back to admire his creation, the pride on his face was impossible to ignore.

“There. Perfect,” he announced with a triumphant chuckle. “My very own bubble shark.”

You turned to face him, water sloshing gently as you scooped up a handful of foam. With a quick swipe, you smeared it across his nose and cheeks, earning a gasp of mock outrage.

“Now you’re next,” you said with a smirk.

𖤐 Skincare routine !

⤷ Seonghwa’s lap was warm beneath you, your knees resting on either side of his hips as you faced him. The faint glow of candlelight flickered across the room, casting a golden hue over the array of skincare products spread out on the table beside you. The soft cotton of the Light Fury headband around your head kept your hair neatly away from your face, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Seonghwa’s matching Toothless one.

“One second Princess,” he murmured, voice low and soothing as he smoothed the face mask over your cheeks with gentle fingers. His brow furrowed in concentration, tongue peeking out slightly as he carefully applied the cool, creamy mixture.

“You take this way too seriously,” you teased, though the fondness in your voice betrayed you.

“And you don’t take it seriously enough,” he countered, his lips quirking into a soft grin as he leaned back to admire his work. “There. Perfect.”

You smiled softly and but couldn’t hide the warmth in your chest as he reached for a towel to clean his hands. Before you could shift or move, his hands found their way to your waist, sliding slowly down to rest on your stomach.

The touch was light at first, his palms gliding up and down your sides, the warmth of his fingers seeping through your oversized shirt. Then he gave your tummy a soft, affectionate squeeze, his thumbs brushing over the gentle curves there.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice softer now, almost shy.

“Appreciating you,” he said simply, his gaze meeting yours with an honesty that made your breath catch. His hands continued their slow, loving exploration, his thumbs drawing lazy patterns as he squeezed you again, this time with a little more intention. “You’re so beautiful.”

You huffed a quiet laugh, trying to hide the way his words flustered you. “We’re supposed to be waiting for these masks to dry, not… whatever this is.”

“Waiting is boring,” he said with a sly smile, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your nose. “This is better.”

You sighed, feigning exasperation, but melted into his touch as his hands stayed firm and comforting on your body, grounding you in the moment. The quiet hum of music in the background mixed with the sound of your breathing, and for a while, the world outside didn’t exist.

✦. ── jeong yunho .ᐟ 정윤호

𖤐 Just carve out his heart and eat it please. Let him become one with you.

𖤐 He’s the kind of man who views his love as sacred, almost religious. To him, loving you feels like fulfilling a divine purpose. You are his universe, his North Star, and he orbits around you willingly.

𖤐 He adores your softness—physically, emotionally, spiritually.

𖤐 He’s constantly touching you, whether it’s tracing circles on your thighs, resting his head against your stomach while lying on the couch, or pressing kisses to your arms while you cook.

𖤐 I’m telling you right now, yunho isn’t shy about expressing his love. He tells you daily, in ways that range from poetic declarations—“You feel like the home I’ve been searching for my whole life”—to soft-spoken affirmations, whispered against your ear when you wake up.

𖤐 He loves seeing you confident, but he thrives on the quiet moments when you’re vulnerable, trusting him enough to show the parts of yourself you usually hide. To Yunho, those moments are where your beauty shines brightest.

𖤐 To me, he’s more so protective than possessive on occasions, always prioritizing your comfort and well-being.

𖤐 Anyone who even tries to make a comment about your body in a negative way will be met with that cold, cutting stare. Yum.

𖤐 He wants to become one with you—not just physically but spiritually. He dreams of the day he can say, “This is the life we’ve built together.”

✦. ── kang yeosang .ᐟ 강여상

𖤐 Yeo-yeo is more of a subtle admirer, he is quiet about his affection but his actions speak volumes.

𖤐 He’d casually drape his jacket over your shoulder, pull you closer with an arm secure around your waist, and compliment you in ways that make your heart flutter.

𖤐 His eyes OMFG, he talks with his eyes. If you were out with friends having dinner or something and see him looking at you, you can easily interpret what he’s saying, “You look beautiful” or “Come here, I want to hold you.”

𖤐 He’s your personal photographer, and not those who stand in one place and take a picture no, he will do whatever to get the perfect shot. If he has to get on his knees or raise his arms while already standing on an elevated platform, he will.

𖤐 He loves capturing candid pictures of you. Whether it’s your soft smile, your laughter, or just the way you look at him, he treasures every photo. And when you criticize yourself in photos, he’ll firmly say, “What are you talking about? You look incredible, don’t you ever disrespect my girlfriend like that.”

𖤐 Also 🥹

𖤐 Yeosang remembers everything you tell him, no matter how insignificant you think it is. Months later, he’ll bring up that obscure snack you mentioned liking as a kid or a book you said you wanted to read, often surprising you with it. “You said you wanted this, right?” he’ll say casually, like it’s no big deal, even though you’re stunned he remembered.

𖤐 If you have a unique fashion sense, he doesn’t just hype it up, he matches your energy. He’ll subtly coordinate his outfits with yours, ensuring you both look like you stepped out of a fashion editorial without stealing your thunder TEHE.

𖤐 This made me cry but

𖤐 If you ever feel down or insecure, Yeosang’s words are like a balm. He’ll remind you of your strengths and beauty without hesitation, often framing his encouragement as a matter of fact. “You’re incredible. Anyone who doesn’t see that doesn’t deserve to know you.”

𖤐 While he’s fine with going out, his ideal date is staying in, curled up with you under a blanket while you watch a movie or talk for hours. He loves the intimacy of those quiet moments where it feels like the world is just the two of you.

✦. ── choi san .ᐟ 최산

𖤐 AGH I LOVE THIS MAN.

𖤐 He will NEVER miss an opportunity to tell you how beautiful you are. He’s the type to bombard you with compliments like, “You’re so cute” or “You’re so sexy,” often in the same breath.

𖤐 SAURRR MUCH PDA

𖤐 And he’s unapologetic about being affectionate in public. Whether it’s holding your hand, a thumb stroking your knuckles, full-on bear hugs, wrapping his arm around your waist, or outright kissing you in front of others, San LOVES showing the world how proud he is to have you.

𖤐 He loves wrapping his big arms around you from behind and holding your tummy in his hands, he’d sway you side to side just chilling on you like a koala. If you try to move, he’ll groan and pull you closer, mumbling with a pout, “nope, you’re stuck with me now.”

𖤐 I feel like he’d definitely tease you, he’ll poke your cheeks or pinch your sides and call you adorable, but he never crosses the line.

𖤐 How to keep it playful and always follows up with a sincere, “I love every part of you.”

𖤐 I also feel like if he ever found out he made you cry after teasing you, he’ll dig his own grave. he’d do everything in his power to make it up to you, but he’ll never be able to forgive himself or get rid of that ache in his heart :((

𖤐 If you jokingly ask him something like “can you even lift my weight?” he’ll bench you right there and then, no need to go to the gym to show you.

𖤐 He’s your biggest fan in everything you do. Whether it’s a hobby, work, or even just picking out an outfit, he’ll hype you up like you’re the greatest in the world. “That’s my girl!” he’ll shout playfully, clapping dramatically, making you laugh and blush at the same time.

𖤐 Yk despite his playful nature, San has a deeply emotional and nurturing side. On tough days, he’ll hold you close, stroking your hair and whispering affirmations. “You’re everything to me, you know that? I’m so lucky to have you.” His voice is calm and steady, grounding you in the warmth of his love.

𖤐 If you jokingly ask him something like “can you even lift my weight?” he’ll bench you right there and then, no need to go to the gym to show you.

⤷ “San, I don’t think you can lift me,” you teased, a mischievous grin playing on your lips.

His head snapped toward you, eyes wide with mock offense. “Oh, really? Is that a challenge?”

Before you could respond, he was on his feet, grabbing your hands and pulling you up with him. “San, no!” you squealed, laughing as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Too late,” he said with a playful smirk, easily hoisting you up bridal-style. “See? Light as a feather.”

You couldn’t stop laughing, your arms looping around his neck as he spun you around. “Okay, okay, I believe you!”

He set you down gently but didn’t let go, his arms still secure around your waist. Leaning in, he kissed your forehead softly. “Never doubt me again,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but his eyes were filled with nothing but love.

𖤐 He’s so serious about you I can’t even type I’m blushing so hard bye.

✦. ── song mingi .ᐟ 송민기

𖤐 GIVE HIM A CHUBBY BADDIE AND HE WON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO HE’S THAT WHIPPED.

𖤐 Like he’s already smitten, but if you dress up or put in any effort, Mingi is left absolutely speechless, stammering out compliments like, “You… you’re literally the hottest person alive.”

𖤐 He LOVES cuddles and is all about physical affection. He’ll wrap himself around you like a blanket and tell you how soft and cozy you are, he loves pressing his cheek against yours and resting his hands on either your lower back or love handles, being close to you is his happy place, and he’ll never pass up a chance to cuddle.

𖤐 NUMBER ONE HYPE KING.

𖤐 He’ll randomly yell things like, “THAT’S MY BABY!” if you’re walking by him or just doing anything that makes you look confident.

𖤐 He loves boosting your self-esteem in the loudest, most Mingi way possible.

𖤐 I feel like you guys would have this little playful thing where he pretends he doesn’t know you and when walking past you he double takes, turning his body around to check out the bunda with them elevator eyes. He’d jog up to you and ask if you’ve got a boyfriend, also throwing in ‘mami’ mhm idc I said what I said.

𖤐 OOO he’d definitely bling you out so you’re matching. If he’s wearing a chain, you’re wearing a chain. If he got them rings on, so do you.

✦. ── jung wooyoung .ᐟ 정우영

𖤐 Woo is all about showing you off yessirrr.

𖤐 He’ll post pictures of you together on his social media with captions like, “My Queen 🤗” making sure everyone knows he’s proud of you. He’ll talk about you to his friends, constantly raving about how lucky he is. “Have you met her? She’s amazing,” he’ll brag to anyone who will listen — actually that doesn’t matter, he will make them listen.

𖤐 He loves cooking for you, especially if it means seeing you enjoy food without guilt or self-consciousness. “Food is meant to be enjoyed, babe,” he’ll say, feeding you bites of whatever he’s made. He’s adamant on making sure to remind you that there’s no need to feel guilty for indulging.

𖤐 OML ON THAT NOTE he’ll definitely spoon feed you, making sure it's not too hot by blowing on it and checking the temperature with his lips before feeding you (yk where this came from mhm)

𖤐 He’s always got your back and will defend you no matter what, wooyoung has zero tolerance for body shaming. If anyone makes a rude comment, he’ll roast them into oblivion and then reassure you and make sure their stupid comments don't get to you.

𖤐 Wooyoung is extremely protective of you, especially when it comes to anything that could affect your confidence or self-image.

𖤐 If anyone dares to make rude or body-shaming comments, he won’t hesitate to speak up. He’ll roast them in oblivion and make sure they know exactly where they stand. Afterward, he’ll be there for you, reassuring you and reminding you how beautiful you are, inside and out. “They don’t know what they’re talking about. You’re perfect, babe, and I love you

𖤐 He’s the type to always want to be physically close to you. Whether it’s holding your hand, resting his head on your shoulder, or wrapping his arm around you while watching a movie, he just loves being near you.

𖤐 He’ll even sneak up behind you for surprise hugs or kisses, just to make sure you know you’re loved. “I just want to hold you,” he’ll say, snuggling up to you on the couch or in bed.

✦. ── choi jongho .ᐟ 최종호

𖤐 Baby bear 🥹

𖤐 Jongho’s love isn’t loud or showy, but it’s steady and unwavering. He’s the type to show his devotion through actions rather than words.

𖤐 Whether it’s making sure you’re comfortable or going out of his way to do something thoughtful for you, he always lets you know that you’re a priority in his life without needing to shout it from the rooftops.

𖤐 Jongii is so incredible observant when it comes to you. He’ll remember your favorite foods, the things that make you laugh, and the small gestures that bring you joy.

𖤐 If you’re feeling a little off, he’ll notice it before you even mention it and do something to make you feel better, whether it’s bringing you a hot drink or quietly holding your hand. “I noticed you were quiet today,” he’ll say, his voice soft but concerned. “Is everything okay?”

𖤐 Jongho loves showing off his strength, but he’s soft with you. feeling down about your body, he’ll remind you of all the ways you’re amazing, saying things like, “Your body is strong and beautiful, just like you.”

𖤐 Jongho is a quiet romantic, and nothing says “I love you” to him more than sharing his music with you. He’ll often hum or sing softly when you’re together, his voice like a lullaby that wraps around you.

𖤐 Sometimes, he’ll even make up little songs just for you, serenading you in the most tender way. “You make me feel so lucky,” he might sing, smiling at you as you relax by his side. His voice is comforting, and hearing him sing just for you feels like a gentle, loving embrace.

𖤐 Jongho doesn’t need grand displays of affection to show you he cares; it’s in the little things. He’s the type to send you thoughtful texts during the day, reminding you to take care of yourself. If you’re feeling tired, he’ll offer to take on a chore for you, or if you’re out together, he’ll carry your bags without a second thought. His gestures might be small, but they’re full of meaning, and they’re his way of saying, “I love you and I’m here for you.”

𖤐 Honestly? When Jongho loves you, he loves you deeply. He’s not the type to fall in love lightly, and once he’s in, he’s all in. You’ll find him sharing little details about his life, his hopes, and dreams, trusting you with the parts of him he usually keeps hidden. “I’ve never been able to open up like this before,” he’ll admit, his voice sincere. “But with you… it feels easy.”

Copyright © 2023 whrfchnn! All fanfics belong to me and only me, I don’t give permission for my work to be translated, published to another site, or copied.

[jbbuckybarnes]

Soulmate Subscription [LN4]

✨ Lando Norris x Reader (Y/N)

Author's note: Listen, the state of the world has become so ass that now after almost two years of not writing fanfic this 26yo is back at writing a bit to reduce stress. Don't expect me to be back fully because this unfortunately doesn't pay the bills (oh to be a nepo partner that can just do this on the side...i digress).

Warnings: Bro, I have never been to a GP, especially not as a VIP, so I have no clue how this shit works logistically. Reader is Lan's age because I said so, have fun being 25/26 y'all. Also zero proofreading and written past midnight. Formatting is bad because I posted from my phone...we run on vibes here the way Ferrari engineers do.

Prompt Used: Soulmate AU where you receive a monthly box containing clues to find your soulmate. (by @soulmate-au-bargain-bin) & "Please tell me you want to kiss me as much as want to kiss you"

Since the day you turned 18 in 2017 you had gotten small things sent to you in the mail that hinted at your soulmate. Some people took the clues and figured out their soulmates pretty fast, others took well into their 50s because their soulmate had such an average and difficult to guess life. The problem with your boxes was that you could tell this soulmate had a very uncommon hobby, motorsports, but you couldn't pinpoint it much further.

You had gotten sketches of helmets, a rag with motor oil on it, a map of the Silverstone circuit in the UK, an F1 pass, a nameless boarding ticket for a flight to Las Vegas, a small container of hair gel and a black shirt. All of those things didn't narrow it down. You could tell the person was into racing, but if it was as a fan or a hobby driver themselves didn't quite get across. Anyone could go to a race somewhere and anyone could be into tuning their own car or driving karts every now and then. The small clues weren't of any help so far and at age 26 you wondered if your life was interesting enough to even get your soulmate any closer to your identity. You liked taking the occasional dance class and walks in nearby nature. A concert every couple months and writing personal essays also weren't very identifying.

This months package arrived at the expected time, but it was bigger this time. You took it to your bed and grabbed the way too oversized cutter knife. Inside the box was a blue and orange piece of cloth with a number four on it. It seems to have been cut out of something actually wearable but the material was thicker than a usual shirt or jacket. You looked at the striped orange design of the number and grabbed your phone to look up the couple racing series you were familiar with by now, Formula E, NASCAR, Indycar, WEC, MotoGP, F4, F3, F2, F1. Who has a number four? F1 – "Number 4, Lando Norris, driving for McLaren" you mumbled to yourself. So your soulmate must be a fan of him maybe. He looked cute, a little fuckboy-ish if you were honest.

You looked at the cut out of the cloth more closely and noticed something stuck to the back of it. A piece of paper with something bunched up behind it.

"One of these days it'll have to work. No clue if I can will into existence what the universe sends you, but I'll keep trying to get you to a race. Watch this arrive after the race..." you quietly read the semi-fucked up handwriting and grabbed what is stuck between the cloth and the note. A pass reading "All-Access VIP – Belgian GP in Spa-Francorchamps – Hosted by: McLaren F1 Team"

Your eyes went wide, "Holy..." You didn't know a lot about racing other than the basics but you knew these were probably worth thousands.

"Guess I'll have to figure out how to get to Belgium."

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You were standing in the humid heat of the European summer. The denim jacket that you had sewn the #4 cloth to on the back was already tied around your hips because the heat was unbearable. How were people doing this three days in a row?

You finally entered the circuit, not a clue of where to go next, but you were sure you'd figure it out. After all, VIP means there aren't many places you couldn't go. And somehow asking someone in a VIP area for help felt less odd to you, there must be rich people here all the time that don't usually do this.

Orange and McLaren is all you knew to look out for. Not that you would mind accidentally ending up in Ferrari heaven, but at this point you had caught up a bit on the sport and knew they weren't doing as well this year as expected. You walked down a mini road full of people between the paddock and mini houses that the teams brought with them everywhere.

A stressed-looking man in blue and white team gear walked by you with a bit of an entourage. You knew that one from the algorithm playing out a video of his to you. Carlos something with S.

In the distance you could spot shiny orange on one side and a bustling entry to the garage on the other side. Like orange little worker bees. You knew the shiny home is most likely where you'd find some water aka what you were sweating out in buckets at that moment.

You dodged your way through media representatives and people making a thousand times what you make a day and finally made your way in and beelined for a worker next to a barebones bar setup.

"What can I get you, Miss?"

"Just cold water, it's like walking through soup today."

"July races will do that to you." The person answered politely.

"At least there's some cooling in here." You took the cup with a small thanks.

"Almost too cold." You looked at the worker noticing them wearing a long sleeve. And they were right, five more minutes in there and you'd probably feel like you're in Antarctica. That electricity bill must be insane.

You drank the water and put your jacket back on.

"I don't know how people do this almost every week. I'd go insane from all the sensory inputs."

"You get used to it." They shrugged with a smile.

You heard the entrance to the motorhome become louder and a man entered with his racing overall half down. You knew that one, he was leading the championship right now. You weren't very keen on asking for pictures here, it's not like you were a big motorsports fan. He also just looked like he wanted his peace, so you focused back on staring holes into the walls of the McLaren home. You didn't notice the little lookover he gave you once he had walked past you.

Free Practice wasn't interesting you that much if you were honest. You'd watch the second one today but cars going fast were just cars going fast at the end of the day, you had two more days to see that. Plus finding your way to a place where you could watch was another mission.

"What do you mean it worked?" "Look." You heard two voices going back and forth behind you.

"I think I might throw up." "God, you're so dramatic." You looked towards the entrance but not behind you. You were nosy but not THAT nosy.

"Oh my god, how would I even introduce myself?" "Like you usually do?" "Os, this isn't fucking usual, not everyone magically went to school with their forever person the way you did." "If you don't talk to her, I will." "Oh hell nah, mate." "Well, I tried. Good look, Lan."

It got quiet around you, the two bickering voices had stopped, many people were already heading out to go watch FP2 in a bit, the worker had struck up a conversation with a rich-looking older lady.

A male figure appeared next to, "Nice jacket. I mean, hi. I mean...ugh, I won't even attempt to save that first impression." You giggled and looked up. Oh, the cute fuckboy-ish guy looking thrown off was kinda adorable, you had to admit.

"Hi. Lando, right?" He gave a small nod.

"Can I ask where'd you get it from,..." "Y/N" "Y/N" He said it very carefully as if he would need to remember it.

"I don't know, just kind of arrived one day." "Like a certain box that arrives every month?" "Maybe..."

He eyed you more intently, "That's from a race suite in my first season of F1. I figured I'd try to attach something to it and lose it on purpose."

You blinked at him trying to process, "HUH?"

"I'll need a little more input than that." He gave a boyish little grin but looked unsure.

"I just thought my soulmate would be a big fan of yours or working for you or something." He shrugged innocently.

"Oh boy." You exhaled, making him raise an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, are you expecting me to process that immediately surrounded by that much sensory input?" He chuckled and shook his head, "My bad, I should've expected absolute confusion."

There was a short silence, "I assume you're not much of a motorsports fan?"

"Eh...it's not my first choice, but some of the faces are hard to dodge in advertising." He gave a wide grin to you.

He looked down at his watch, "10 more minutes of being allowed to dodge my responsibilities. You wanna talk...uh, elsewhere." You nodded.

You weren't really expecting to be dragged into a tiny room while Oscar gave you a look that read as "He's always this idiotic."

"Well, uh, this is cozy..." You stood there, a bit too close to him.

"Yeah, they don't really make big drivers rooms." His hand went through his curly hair.

"At least it's more quiet." You exhaled at the relaxation level your nervous system reached.

"You need ear plugs for the weekend?" He grabbed a round little plastic casing and handed it to you.

"Uh, thanks." "If you needed it I'd literally give you what I'm wearing right now if I wasn't legally required to wear it." He chuckled.

You blinked at him again, processing.

"Sorry, that was a bit over the top. But I meant it as in 'I'd give my soulmate anything', you know?"

You nodded, still processing.

"Am I making this awkward or are you just overwhelmed?" He asked half concerned, half to lighten up the tension.

You exhaled, "Both."

"I'm not the best with first impressions I've heard." He admitted.

"No no, I think it's cute." Now both of you were flustered.

"I always expected there to be this ideal way I'd meet my soulmate. You know that moment some people talk about." "Oh, like the, we don't need to know each other, we'll kiss first and talk second kinda stories." You both giggled.

"I mean..." He looked at you clearly jokingly flirty.

"You excude too much fuckboy energy for that to ever have been a possibility." You laughed.

He feigned offense but instantly stopped and said, "Yeah no, I can see it, my PR people were working hard on that one."

"Oh, I have not seen any PR surrounding you, that's literally just your energy." "Okay NOW I'm offended, wow!"

You both broke into laughter.

"If I win this Sunday, will you change your mind?" He looked like he liked to play with fire.

"Things only a fuckboy would ask." "Well, would you?" "Are we still talking about a kiss or me not calling out your fuckboy energy?"

He caged you in a little, not in an overbearing way, you could easily leave.

"Bit of both." A short silence, "Blushing, are we?"

"Shut up." You mumbled looking away and he chuckled.

"I'll just assume that's a yes?" You met his gaze, "Yeah."

He looked at his wrist next to your head, "Well, gorgeous, wanna watch FP2 from the coolest place of all?"

"You're assuming that wouldn't be my couch for me." He laughed at that.

"I mean I guess that's nicer than in the garage with my headset on." He eyed you, "But that wouldn't be very future wife of you."

You hid your face behind your hands, "Stop it!"

"I'll think about it, darling." He grabbed one of your hands and opened the door of the drivers room again.

His hand switched to the small of your back, guiding you through way too many people to the garage and all the shebang in there.

"Lando!" Someone in the garage called out. "Gimme one second!" His face was focused putting his headphones on you, then he gave you a self-satisfied smile, "See you in a bit, Y/N."

You had to admit, a man in a race suit wasn't the worst person you could've gotten as a soulmate. You definitely didn't mind looking at him. Or his driving.

Or the way he still looked good while sweaty after the helmet came back off after the hour of free practice.

"Is it legal to still look good when sweaty?" You joked as he walked towards you.

"I don't know, you tell me." He brushed over your forehead with the towel he was holding.

"Didn't even give me the opportunity to be offended." He grinned self-satisfied at that.

"I should probably get you some team gear so you won't die out here tomorrow." He said more to himself than your while taking the headphones from you again.

"Ew, orange." "You could also wear my shirts." He shrugged and smirked as he watched you processing yet again.

You were dragged back to the driver's room, "I like the way your brain just short circuits when I flirt with you."

"You just wait until I feel comfortable enough to throw that back at you." You pretended to be offended as the door shut behind you.

"Looking forward to it." He winked at you before taking off his fireproofs. Act normal, act normal, act normal.

He put on a shirt before his hands went to the rest of his overalls...you turned around, this man was insane, unhinged, crazy.

"You can look again." He looked at you a bit sorry when you turned around again, but only a bit.

"You're unhinged." He giggled because you were right.

"You like it." "...unfortunately."

He caged you in again, "Please tell me you want to kiss me as much as want to kiss you right now."

"Dunno, it's giving kiss first, talk second soulmate stories." You teased, but put your arms around his neck.

"I still can't believe that deliberately losing something worked." You could feel his breath on you lips.

"Still can't believe my soulmate is a dumbass driving 300kph." You both giggled before closing the distance.

You didn't expect him to be so...soft and featherlight.

"I have a feeling I'll be in trouble if I don't win this week." You gave him a challenging smirk in response.

"I'd date you either way, but I'd say it's a bonus." "I feel like your existence in my life now is already a bonus."

"You're so corny." You laughed at him.

"Well, damn, I'm sorry?" He held his hands up.

"Don't be. I like it." Soft smiles were interchanged.

"Wanna sneak off and order food?" "As long as an AC is involved." He laughed and grabbed you, expertly sneaking you out of the circuit, into his hotel and spent all evening explaining his life to you between slices of pizza.

[montybooks]

Hiii

first of all I wanted to thank you for your AMAZING Light headcanons! I really like how you characterised reader :).

I've recently got into death note and I wanted to ask if you could do similar headcanons with L ? (Im not rlly far into the story so pls no major spoilers)

Some headcanons! Eat my child eat it up!!!

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🍰 L Lawliet x Shy, Quiet, Weird/Freaky!Reader Headcanons

(I kept it similar to the light headcanons in a way! Especially how reader is characterised!)

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1. First Impressions:

• L is instantly drawn to you because you’re one of the few people in the room who isn’t trying to hide how strange you are. You just… exist in your own weird little bubble, and that makes you fascinating.

• You say something odd during a group conversation—like comparing people to moths or muttering about how blood looks under a microscope—and he zeroes in on you.

• You don’t try to impress him, and that alone makes him want to know more.

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2. A Connection Beyond Words:

• Your quietness doesn’t put him off. L finds comfort in silence. In fact, some of your best “conversations” are just long periods of shared space—him working, you doing your thing beside him.

• When you do speak, it’s either unsettlingly insightful or deeply strange. He loves the unpredictability of it.

• “Do you think ghosts ever get tired of haunting the same place?” you ask once, eyes on the ceiling. L doesn’t even blink—he gives you a ten-minute theory on ghost fatigue.

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3. Your Weirdness Matches His:

• You once gave him a gift that made most people uncomfortable: a perfectly preserved animal bone or a poem that read more like a curse. L thought it was “wonderfully unique.”

• You’re both emotionally strange. You’re not outwardly affectionate, and neither is he, but you understand each other—a glance, a shift in posture, a shared look is enough.

• He watches you when you’re doing something odd, like talking to a plant or sketching morbid doodles, and you catch him smiling with his eyes.

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4. Daily Life Together:

• You get him weird snacks he didn’t know he needed. “Try this; it tastes like depression and sugar.” He’s obsessed.

• He lets you sit on the floor with him, knees tucked up, eating sweets and talking about existential fears like they’re casual weather updates.

• When you’re anxious or overstimulated, he doesn’t press you. He offers you quiet, a hoodie, and a gentle pat on the head with a “There, there,” like a cat.

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5. His Possessive Side:

• L doesn’t do jealousy in a traditional sense. He just watches very closely when someone else talks to you—analyzing everything about their intentions, behavior, and risk level.

• If someone flirts with you, L doesn’t confront them. They just find their secrets mysteriously exposed on a public database days later.

• He never outright says “you’re mine,” but he’ll drop a spoonful of cake into your mouth while staring someone else in the eye.

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6. Emotional Vulnerability:

• You’re one of the few people who can get L to sleep—because he only sleeps when you’re nearby. It’s a trust thing.

• You once found him awake at 4 a.m., sitting in the dark, overthinking a case. You simply sat beside him and said, “It’s okay to be a person sometimes.”

• That moment? Core memory. He talks about it once in a rare emotional slip: “You said something once. I think it saved me.”

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7. You Notice Things Others Don’t:

• You’re observant in a weird way. You once asked, “Why do you look sad even when you smile with your eyes?” and he stopped typing.

• You pick up on his burnout, his loneliness, the way he avoids touch like it might hurt. You don’t try to fix it—you just exist beside it, and that’s more healing than he expects.

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8. Freaky-Soulmate Vibes:

• You both say things at the same time sometimes, usually something grim or bizarre, and just accept it without comment.

• Your love language is weird comfort: bringing him something unsettling that made you think of him, or drawing creepy doodles on his notebooks.

• You once asked, “If you had a Death Note, would you tell me?” He replied, “Only if I was sure you wouldn’t turn me in… or take it for yourself.” Neither of you broke eye contact for five seconds straight.

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9. Physical Affection (When It Happens):

• L isn’t great at physical affection, but he allows you to lean on him, braid his hair absentmindedly, or rest your head on his shoulder while he types.

• You touch him like he’s fragile porcelain, which unnerves him at first… until he realizes how safe it feels.

• Sometimes you fall asleep with your arms around his waist while he’s still crouched at the computer. He doesn’t move for hours.

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10. If You Ever Left Him:

• He wouldn’t beg. He’d just… watch you go. And then lose interest in everything else for days. Weeks, maybe.

• You’d get strange messages in your inbox—photos of cats, an old inside joke, maybe a cryptic puzzle only you could solve.

• He wouldn’t let go emotionally. He’d carry the idea of you like a ghost—his favorite haunting.

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I made sure no spoilers were in here!!! Hope you looooove this one!

[amorfista]

"Beach lookout's nap"

The Dad Batch (and Omega) deserve a day of blissful relaxation, I don't think there's anyone out there who wouldn't agree!

While Tech is taking the best nap of his life [Part 1], Omega and Wrecker joined efforts to make the coolest sand-Tipoca city [Part 2] there is out there!

Echo and Hunter might have gotten concerned about the ruckus [Part 3] that these two started to cause...

Crosshair, on the other hand...?

He couldn't give a flying kark.

...or least that's what it would seem like.

Even through a slit of sight, nothing escapes the skillful sniper's eyes. Watching his brothers (and sister) from the distance, he peacefully swings on his hammock, a couple of meters above the ground and (hopefully) far away enough from the mischief that is, apparently, stirring among his siblings.

This state of bliss comes to a halt however, when the crackle of a comm breaks through the sounds of nature.

“Omega to Crosshair, come in Crosshair!”

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"For the love of the Maker", he thinks to himself.

Admitting his defeat, Crosshair opened his eyes fully and stared at the palm leaves above, casually spotting a palm weevil crawling over them within a split second.

He took a deep breath as he pressed the button of his own commlink, making sure to drag his words to let Omega know of his displeasure as he spoke:

"What do you want?"

TO BE CONTINUED!!!

Alright, alright, alright.

I know I said that I'd post a version with 1-2 tats and then the full body, but I just could NOT choose which tat to leave on😭 so now you get the zero tats as the "HC" version, and...

DON'T BE SHY, ZOOM THE HECK IN!

(also i know that he shouldn't have an ice vulture in this hc where he never left the batch so he never met Mayday, whoops)(SORRY FOR THE HUGE POST TOO)

This was so. Much. Fun. Not all the tats have a HUGE, INTRINCATE meaning but, honestly? I'm just SO HAPPY with the result.

Some of the tats are very pretty so, I thought I'd clean them up and show you guys! Might even make stickers in the future!

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@arcsimper5 THANK YOU SOOO MUCH for the hammock idea, plus the wonderful story that you've written around my drawings!! You're a sweetheart!!♥♥♥

@grinningnexu THANK YOU! for the thousand amazing tattoo ideas!

@nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius THANK YOU TOO! for the ice vulture idea; I'll make a sketch for his back tomorrow!! ♥

@wwheeljack @freesia-writes the no-tat version is the og now XD

I'm very, very happy about the drawing. The colors and background were super fun to make. The perspective might be wonky but I don't mind, I'll get better at it eventually xD

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT AND AS PER USUAL, THANK YOU SOOO MUCH FOR THE FEEDBACK AND LOVE!!! 💗💗💗

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[stnkiconverse]

Hello I was wondering if you could a masky/tim & eyeless jack x trad goth. That goes all out. Also love your work. I hope you have a good day. And make sure to take care of yourself.

Tim/Masky & Eyeless Jack x TradGoth!Reader (separately)

It’s gonna be Pre-Relationship to Established Relationship :3

M A S K Y / T I M

BEFORE:

- Noticed you immediately.

- How could he not? You walk in looking like you crawled out of a crypt and he’s just standing in the corner like: 🤨…the fuck? (NOT IN A BAD WAY 😭😭)

- The kind of guy who stares way too long trying to figure you out, but won’t say a word.

- Just mask-on, arms crossed, silently judging (but not actually judging).

- The more he sees you, the more he starts hovering. Not talking. Just appearing. Quiet as hell, somewhere behind you 😼

- Definitely thought you were too “extra” at first. But then you patch up a wound like it’s nothing, or throw hands with some creep over a disagreement, and he’s like… oh.

DURING:

- Doesn’t comment much on your appearance. But he notices everything :3

- If you ever feel self-conscious? He shuts it down with one quiet, blunt line: “Don’t change it.” 😼

- If you make fun of him (jokingly 🙄🙄) for being so beige and plain next to you, he just shrugs. “You shine enough for both of us.” That’s as romantic as it gets with him. (he’s so cute I’m gonna run him over)

- You get weird stares in public? He’s standing right behind you, arms crossed, full resting murder face. People stop real quick 😼😼

- You mention Victorian mourning fashion once and this man deadass shows up later with some dusty-ass antique brooch he “found.” 😭😭

- Your eyeliner gets smudged and he tries to fix it with zero skill. “You look fine.” You don’t. He tried. 🤷

- Will never match your vibe, but silently supports the hell out of it 😛🤷

E Y E L E S S J A C K

BEFORE:

- Intrigued. Deeply. Doesn’t understand why someone would choose to look like a vampire in mourning, but he respects the dedication 🤷

- You walk by and he literally pauses whatever he’s doing, he goes: “Hm.” and then back to dissecting something 😭

- The first thing he noticed about you was your confidence. The way you make something so intense look effortless 😼

- Assumes you’re into death and decay because of your style, asks if you’re interested in anatomy or pathology like it’s a normal first question 😭😭

- Whether you say yes or just go: “Nah I just like bats and corsets.” He blinks, and goes “…Fair enough.”

- Starts recommending gothic literature to you. Stuff you probably already read, but he likes the idea of sharing it anyway 🤷

- Wouldn’t admit it, but he was fully charmed when you complimented his claws.

“I like your claws, they’re naturally horrifying.”

“Thank you.”

DURING:

- Will straight-up sit in silence while you do your makeup just to observe the “ritual.” 😭😭

- If you leave black lipstick marks on his mask? He leaves them there for a while, he likes them :3

- You call him “my favorite monster” and he melts. Doesn’t show it, but internally? Screaming. 😼

- Finds you a beautiful, lacy, black parasol at a flea market and hands it to you with zero comment. Just: “This seemed… your style.”

- If anyone mocks your look, he steps forward very slowly and just stares 🧍. “Say it again.”

- Your aesthetics match weirdly well. Like you’re both a little cursed-looking in different fonts :33

- Loves reading while you lie on his lap looking like a Tim Burton sketch. You fall asleep to his voice and it’s one of the rare times he feels safe :3

- Your fashion might’ve drawn him in, but your morbid sense of humor and quiet loyalty sealed it 😼😼

HERE YOU GO BBY!!

I hope this was up to standards 😼😼

[cherryredstars]

hey I wanted to request a miles -42 x GN!reader

can we have 42-miles to be a shy,like a shy mess when he around reader?like a blushing, around reader being more nervous, can you make reader tease him about not showing his Afro (and like wishing to see it, the Afro that the original miles) ? Or letting miles to touching thigh, upper chest, in each miles is just so shy and awkward out blushing hard.

idk a sweet fluff? 🥰 PLS I need more fluff

Pairing: Miles-42 x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Weed

Summary: He has the biggest crush ever.

Word Count: 950 (Not Edited)

He’s a complete loser. 

It’s embarrassing. He’s a total loner with a singular friend. He barely has time to do anything outside of school and he’s a damn art kid. He’s one of those kids that are completely lost and has no idea what to do when their only friend is absent. And, not to brag or anything, his father is kinda dead and his mom works back to back shifts. As you can see, total cool kid material. 

But, somehow, you like him. Not in a ‘Hey dude, I dig your kinda emo vibe, do you wanna smoke weed at the back of the school and listen to Teenage Dirtbag?’ way- which is apparently a valid type of like because Miles gets that a lot- but in a ‘I actually think you’re kinda cute and I’m going to tease you until you ask me out’ like. Yeah you, like like him. And he is not a single bit normal about it. Like, at all. 

It doesn’t help that Genke keeps teasing him about his very obvious mutual crush on you. He’s already a stuttering, blushing fool whenever you’re around. Usually he’s laid back and keeps to himself, the very definition of composed. Yet, that all goes out the window when someone even mentions your name. More than once, Genke has stolen his notebook, flipping it around to show Miles the mindless sketches he was doing of you. Every single one of his notebooks has at least two spreads of just drawings of you. 

And it’s just his luck that you find out about them. 

Today, Genke is out. Somehow convinced his mom that he had a stomach virus or something. So that means Miles looks like a loner sitting at their usual lunch table alone. To pass the time, he takes occasional bites of his sandwich as he sketches in his notebook. Of course, it’s a spread of you. He’s doing some finishing touches and shading on a side profile drawing he did last period when he’s rapidly slamming the notebook shut at the sound of your voice. 

“Woah! Those look so cool!”

Please have this sandwich choke me out right now.

Miles turns to you wide eyed, swallowing nervously as you take Genke’s usual seat. You pull out a granola bar from your pocket, throwing it on the table and grabbing a juice box from your bag. He watches you intently, cheeks flaming and his neck hot. “I- that wasn’t… I mean that- sorry?”

He’s playing with his earlobe, tugging and rolling it between his fingers nervously as he stutters out an apology for being a creep. You let out a chuckle, tilting your head with a smile. Your hand grabs at the one abusing his earlobe, gently easing it away. His skin burns from the touch, electricity running through his body. He takes another nervous gulp as he watches you. He’s hyper aware of all your movements, his eyes zeroing in on the hand that goes to his hair. Usually, he doesn’t like anyone touching his hair besides his mom and his stylist, but he’s left breathless as your fingers pinch at the end of one of his braids. 

“You always have your hair in these braids. Don’t get me wrong, they look really, really good on you.” You speak up, your eyes trailing from his hair to his eyes. He feels like he’s going to pass out. “But don’t you ever let your natural hair breathe?”

Miles can feel his breath still as you pull your hand away, feeling it brush against his shoulder. In the next moment, your knee bumps against his under the table as you rearrange in your seat. Miles doesn’t know how he isn’t panting like a dog. All your small touches leave a scorching fire to his body, even if it’s through his clothing. He really wants to reach out and tease you the same way you do to him. 

“Miles? Earth to Miles?” You call out, a teasing smile on your face as you wave your hand in front of his face. He blinks rapidly, rubbing the back of his neck as he clears his throat. You laugh slightly, gathering your things as the bell rings, “Y’know, I swear you’re in your own little universe sometimes.”

Miles begins to pack up his things too. Before he can shove his notebook and pen into his book bag, you grab his pen. You click at the end of it, the nib being exposed. You grab for his hand next, and he leans in when he feels the pen glide against his palm. 

“Hey… listen.” You start off, and Miles can see the color rushing to your cheeks. “I really like those drawings, so it’d be cool if you could send them to me when you finish them.”

When you pull away, Miles bends his hand to read what you wrote. He finds a string of numbers on his palm and his breath hitches. You just gave him your number. You slip the pen in the flap of his notebook, hitching your bag higher up your shoulder and giving him a shy smile. You begin to slowly back away, giving him a small wave. 

“Bye, Miles. See you in physics.”

Miles is still dumbfounded when you walk out of the cafeteria. His eyes fall back to the strings of numbers, blinking down at them. He only starts moving when one of the teachers on cafe duty yells at him that he’s going to be late for class. But even then he can’t help the smile that slowly forms on his face.

Genke is going to lose his marbles when he tells him.

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𝓢MOSH 𝓓R ✶ 𝓘NTRODUCTION

𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾'𝓂 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓇𝑜𝑜��.

INTRODUCING DAHLIA RAE RUTHERFORD -

[Dahlia Rae Rutherford has an effortlessly cool, artsy vibe—like she just walked out of an indie film. Her aesthetic is a mix of vintage academia, film photography, and modern minimalism, with a touch of quiet luxury. She’s the type of person who always has a book tucked under her arm (probably The Secret History), a film camera hanging from her shoulder, and a perfectly curated playlist for every mood.]

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Dahlia Rae Rutherford was never the loudest in the room, but she was always the one noticing everything. Growing up in a small town with not much to do, she found her escape in film, books, and photography. She was the kid who spent hours editing together random footage on an old laptop, teaching herself everything she could about visual storytelling. She wasn’t just consuming stories—she was crafting them, one frame at a time.

Her love for editing became her superpower. In high school, she was the one making moody, cinematic short films for class projects while everyone else was scrambling to put together a PowerPoint. She had an eye for details, knowing exactly where to cut a scene to make a joke land perfectly or when to let a quiet moment linger.

College wasn’t really her thing—she tried film school for a while but found herself learning more from YouTube tutorials and hands-on experience. She started freelancing, editing music videos and short films, all while documenting her own life through film photography and grainy, nostalgic vlogs.

Then came Smosh. She started as an editor, working behind the scenes, shaping the humor and energy of the videos without ever stepping in front of the camera. She was the quiet backbone of the team, the one who could take hours of chaotic footage and turn it into something hilarious and sharp. But the more time she spent with the cast, the more they saw her dry humor, her effortless delivery, the way she could throw out a line that would have everyone breaking character.

It started small—maybe she filled in for a sketch, played a side character, or got caught in the background making an unintentional reaction that was too funny to cut. But the fans noticed. They wanted more. And slowly, Dahlia found herself in front of the camera as much as she was behind it.

Now, she’s a full-fledged Smosh cast member, still bringing her signature cool-girl energy, but with a warmth that makes her feel like the friend you wish you had. She still edits from time to time, still romanticizes the world through her camera lens, but now she’s part of the chaos instead of just shaping it.

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If Smosh was a sitcom, Angela Giarratana would be the fan-favorite character—the one bursting into every scene with too much energy, delivering the most dramatic one-liners, and somehow making even the most ridiculous moments feel iconic. She’s loud, she’s theatrical, and she commits hard to every bit, no matter how unhinged it gets.

Angela is, at her core, a theater kid who never outgrew the impulse to give every moment main-character energy. Whether she’s belting out a musical number mid-sketch, dramatically flopping onto a couch for comedic effect, or throwing herself into improv with zero hesitation, she brings a level of intensity that somehow makes everything funnier.

Angela will never half-ass a joke. If she’s playing a character, she is that character. If she’s doing a ridiculous challenge, she’s going all in. No fear. No hesitation.

She makes everyone funnier. Whether she’s bouncing off Shayne’s high-energy comedy, going toe-to-toe with Damien’s dramatic deliveries, or forcing Dahlia out of her deadpan comfort zone, she has this rare ability to elevate every moment.

Angela Giarratana is a force. She’s the embodiment of go big or go home, the kind of performer who makes everything feel like an event. Whether she’s singing, acting, or just being a complete gremlin in a Smosh Games video, she makes every moment hers.

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Dahlia and Angela’s relationship was always electric—one of those rare, magnetic friendships that felt like it had its own gravitational pull. From the moment they met at Smosh, they just clicked. Angela, all big energy and fearless commitment to the bit, and Dahlia, the effortlessly cool, deadpan observer who somehow made everything funnier with just a well-timed look. They were opposites in the best way, the kind of duo that felt like they’d known each other for years, even when they were just starting out.

At first, it was just an easy friendship—messing around in Smosh videos, roasting each other in Smosh Games, and hyping each other up off-camera. Angela was one of Dahlia’s biggest champions, always pushing her to step out of the background and take up space. Dahlia, in turn, kept Angela grounded, always knowing exactly when to pull her out of a spiral or give her the reassurance she didn’t even know she needed.

But somewhere along the way, something shifted.

It wasn’t some big dramatic realization. It was a collection of small moments—Angela leaning into Dahlia’s space a little more than usual, Dahlia watching Angela’s hands when she talked, Angela catching herself staring at Dahlia when she thought no one was looking.

Maybe it was a late-night Smosh filming session, when they were the last two in the editing bay, laughing over a bit that wasn’t even that funny anymore but somehow felt hilarious in the moment. Or maybe it was during a Smosh Pit challenge when Angela instinctively grabbed Dahlia’s hand, and neither of them let go right away. Or maybe it was that one Smosh Games video where they were sitting just a little too close, their knees brushing, and suddenly, the game didn’t seem so important anymore.

The fans definitely noticed first. The way Dahlia would smile just a little softer around Angela. The way Angela, who was usually all over the place, seemed to focus a little more when Dahlia was next to her. Edits started popping up, comments speculating, but they ignored it—because what was there to acknowledge? They were just them. Right?

Neither of them wanted to be the first to say it. They danced around it for months, staying up too late sending voice notes, making excuses to hang out even outside of Smosh. Angela started picking up on Dahlia’s little habits—how she tapped her fingers when she was thinking, how she always carried film cameras like they were an extension of herself. Dahlia started noticing how Angela’s energy wasn’t just loud—it was warm, like sunlight after a long night.

It wasn’t some grand confession. It was one of those quiet, in-between moments—maybe sitting in Angela’s car after grabbing late-night food, or walking through a nearly empty city street after a long filming day. A simple, almost hesitant “Hey… have you ever thought about… us?” from Angela, followed by Dahlia’s usual smirk and a soft, knowing “Yeah. I have.”

From there, it was easy. Natural. Because they had always been something, even before they had the words for it.

Now? They’re Just… Them.

They don’t make a big deal about it—because for them, it isn’t a big deal. It just is. They still roast each other constantly, still make each other break character in Smosh videos, still team up in Smosh Games to ruthlessly destroy everyone else. The only difference now is that Angela will casually reach for Dahlia’s hand in the middle of a chaotic challenge, and Dahlia will lean against Angela without thinking twice.

They still play it cool in public—Dahlia because that’s just who she is, Angela because she loves teasing the fans. But behind the scenes? They’re inseparable. If Dahlia stays up late editing, Angela is curled up next to her, half-asleep but refusing to leave. If Angela has a big improv bit she’s nervous about, Dahlia is the first person she runs it by.

They were always best friends first. The romance was just a natural evolution of what they already were. And now, they get to keep making people laugh, together—only now, there’s an extra layer of quiet understanding, of secret smiles shared just off-camera.

Because at the end of the day, it’s still just them. And that’s all it ever needed to be.

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hey, so me and the loml are making smosh drs, and we're so excited!!

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Introduction post here (if interested)

Payment via trading to my steam account

Already have specific colour palette? Pose? Outfit? General vibe? Send them! It makes it easier!

I dont mind doing tweaks and changes along sketch and lineart phase, lighting/shading should be discussed during base colours

I will not do designs from zero, this is why a reference pic its required, as long as design and colours are shown then its fine, different outfit not drawn? Pic of the clothes would do fine

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Finished product will only be posted (by me) if its agreed to it; want to post in your own blog? Sure! Just mention or link my profile

Examples? All my art is at the tag remd original in this blog.

DM me if interested! We can discuss any further questions if theres interest. (We know/have eachother in discord? Shoot me a DM there!)

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Decided I wanted to try and do a lil digital sketch page for all of my AUs so I put them on a spinner wheel. May be slow, but here's one

The first one I rolled was for my streamer AU- I'm calling it My Screen My Heart right now, but that's subject to change, it's just the first thing I came up with haha

I'm gonna put more info under the cut, because that's the courteous thing to do, I think?

So this AU takes place before the events of the DLC in it's entirety! It also takes place before the *majority* of the main events of Scarvi as a whole. Florian only has like, 3 Gym Badges, which are the Grass, Bug, and Electric type ones-

During his battle with Iono she noticed how outgoing and (charismatic?) Florian was, bouncing off her enthusiasm really well. She ended up encouraging Florian to go down the path of streaming and *sort of* takes him under her wing in a way?

She never quite says what her motivation for doing so is, but it's sort of part cause she just, likes Florian's vibes, and partly cause she thinks it'll help her get more views if she has someone to consistently collab with lol, along with other reasons.

In terms of his relationships and status with the other quests, Arven's Herba Mystica quest was completed, being prioritized by Florian after he was told why. Additionally, Florian did *not* get given Koraidon in this AU, with Arven keeping a hold of it this time. Sada does not contact anyone as the Time Machine isn't completely uncontrollable yet.

Penny's quest was in the middle of being worked on, but put on hold for unfortunate circumstances. After the incident though Penny ends up reveling her identity early to Florian who encourages her to take a different path towards helping her friends.

The gym challenge on the other hand- (Nemona's quest, sort of) Florian put that on hold to try and start streaming and plans on restarting from the beginning because this one is something he *can* stream his progress of. Nemona and him still get close thanks to him liking to battle (it's one of the things he streams.)

At some point before he can really get going on redoing the gym quest though he gets attacked by a crazy person (an 'Iono fan' (Iono would never want Florian to get attacked.) outside of the school and due to safety concerns transfers to Blueberry thanks to Clavell's contacts with Cyrano.

Darkitty is Florian's streamer name/personality, not many people know about them being the same (School Staff, Iono, Area Zero Crew, Iono's contacts, most of the Pokemon League Staff.)

He's somewhere between half to three fourths as popular as Iono or Raihan and is a variety streamer. (Pokemon battles, video games, just hanging out at a cafe or smthng, chatting, whatever.)

Okay, now for Kieran!

Like I said this is before the start of the happens before *anything* in the DLC takes place (I'm not even sure if *any* of it is going to take happen the same way at all.)

The most major difference in this AU though, is that Kieran not only has a laptop, but he is *very* active online.

For the most part, at first he was only really on websites like whatever I end up calling the youtube/twitch equivalent, watching whatever videos, but he didn't go on forums much because like, no one online really knows or cares about his hyperfixation (ogerpon)

The short of it is that one time he stumbles upon one of Darkitty's streams and starts watching him more consistently, and eventually starts to develop more parasocial tenancies (not *super* badly, but not mild either.) thanks to how nice he is when interacting with his viewers.

That's around the time he starts using forums and social media more, he also spends a lot of money on fan merch and the small amount of official merch there is.

Basically, in this AU Kieran is a mega simp (don't worry, I know canon Kieran isn't like this, and most of my AUs aren't either.)

Some other things of note:

Despite basing his online personality off of Litten, Florian doesn't actually have one, his starter was Sprigatito, and when offered a starter Pokemon from Blueberry, he chooses something else. (I'm thinking Popplio) Florian also caught a Pawmi while he was still in Paldea, and one other Pokemon (not sure what yet.)

Kieran on the other hand does choose Litten when given a starter Pokemon from Blueberry, he also has Sentret and Yanma from home.

Kieran picking Litten, and Florian never having seen one in real life before is part of why they meet.

Kieran is also not a part of the Blueberry League Club until after Florian comes around; (Kieran runs the Darkitty Fan Club, where he is the only member, and the only reason he was allowed to start a club without the minimum 3 members is because he almost started crying when Director Cyrano told him no. Florian convinces him to change clubs.)

Kieran has no idea Florian *is* Darkitty though, Florian wants to tell him, but doesn't for two reasons. Firstly, because his manager and Clavell told him not to tell anyone, he is in Blueberry because he got attacked after all and they want to make sure he's safe before he goes back to normal, having to only do indoor streams and not being able to stream outside his dorm room. And secondly, because he's worried Kieran will treat him differently if he knows, and wants to become friends with him first. (He learns very early that Kieran is a big fan.)

Uhmm that's all I can think of for now, that isn't spoilers or something! They're just my little guys, I hold them gently...

Oh, also I'm not sure exactly how far but I imagine this to maybe be either taking place in their last year of highschool, or maybe first year of college? So like, somewhere between 17-19 years old? I'd just feel better about that with the fact someone attacks Florian and all. I'm not sure yet though, but ye.

First year of college would probably make most since, sense they got starter Pokemon and all but.. uk, I'll figure it out later haha

Honestly most of my AUs will probably be college or post school AUs/Timeskips/whatevers? Just cause that's kind of what I'm best at writing for and stuff, I'm still feeling stuff out though so we'll see.

[thegrayascendancy-if]

Character art R1: Yves and Yvette le Tellier

Our sly Regent received a depiction by the hand of the fantastic artist august (<- link to their Twitter) who zeroed in on the vibe despite my haphazard explanations and executed it in a way that just stole my breath. I can scarcely believe that I'm even looking at them! Having to pick between the initial sketches was a real challenge (but also such a wonderful treat), and I'm so excited about finally getting to share it with you all!

[zeke-fanfucs]

Hallo, pleasure to meet you, I tried to look for a rules post, but I couldn't find one so I'm just going with what I can here.

If you do know this character or what game she is from , cool! But it is up to you, if you want to do the request.

Anyways, I always wondered what it would be like if Karmor was turned into a rat thiren like Jane Doe from Zenless Zone Zero, or if he was like Jane Doe in a way, intellectually gifted, a master of disguise, and quite versatile, as well as a phenomenal fighter, since being a rat thiren comes with its perks.

Keep in mind that doing this request is all up to you and I won't be upset if you don't want to do it, I was just curious on what your take on this would be.

(Also, if you need more reference on how she fights, either look up her trailers- but be warned, its quite...animated...or just look up her gameplay)

Thank you!

Hola, so this was super interesting! I haven’t played ZZZ in a while. So it’s fine read about it. Mm, I took a while making something different.

To make simple, Karmor wasn’t founded by Hipswitch. Instead he ran and hid, learning about what the hell is happening. He still is mute? But needing credits to get basic things, he turn to thieving. So he become a little rat boy.

🐀 Karmor as a Rat Thiren (Jane Doe-Inspired)

Name Concept: Still Karmor, but with an alias like “Echo”, “Spindle”, or “Hollowtail” used in certain circles. I like Spindle, just cause he’s a little rat thing

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✨ Core Traits Boosted by Rat Thiren Physiology:

• Master of Disguise

Rat thirens are naturally adaptable—Karmor takes it to the next level.

He can slip into any crowd, alter his scent, heighten his reflexes, even mimic voices or brief body shapes if needed. But not just to spy—he vanishes from history like a rumor.

• Intellectual Prodigy

Jane Doe levels of “You didn’t even notice I hacked your tech and rewrote your neural imprint while smiling.”

Karmor could build weapons from scrap and pick apart an interdimensional lock with a screwdriver and a shoelace. He’s got that “I read your diary and your encryption in five minutes” kind of IQ.

• Combat Specialist

From claws to hand-to-hand to using literal junkyard debris as precision projectiles. He’s quick, twitchy, ghostlike.

Combine his rat-thiren agility with his canon time-glitching powers, and now you’ve got a fighter who moves like he’s desyncing from the universe. It’s horrifying. It’s hot.

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👁‍🗨 Aesthetic Updates:

Design:

• Subtle, angular rat ears; usually covered by a hood or modded helmet.

• Tail: sleek, dexterous, possibly mechanical or wrapped in old time-threading bandages.

• Wears layered clothing designed for movement and disguise—can shift into different silhouettes.

• He’s got a face people remember… wrong. No one can sketch him right.

• Signature Weapon:

Dual knives that shift form, or a segmented staff that twists like a broken second hand on a watch. Possibly integrates his tail in combat, like prehensile weapon moment.

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🧠 Behavior & Personality Vibes:

• Quiet genius. Doesn’t speak unless absolutely necessary—and when he does, it’s in a whisper that sounds like déjà vu.

• Emotionally intelligent but cagey—trusts few, but protects like a rabid feral cat if you’re one of his people.

• Makes a hundred backup plans and then abandons them to follow his gut.

• Will absolutely scam your squad out of their rations with a single card trick then leave you wondering if you ever had rations to begin with.

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🌀 Time-Bending Rat Shenanigans:

• Can pause time for brief bursts when cornered—his tail leaves an afterimage trail.

• Disappears from reality mid-sentence sometimes.

• Can literally “rewind” a mistake in battle but at a physical cost—his body glitches with clawmarks from timelines that don’t exist anymore.

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Bonus Goofy Detail:

• He eats like a GOBLIN in secret. Snacks? He hoards them in weird places. You’ll find a single protein bar inside a gun’s ammo slot, a granola wedge taped under a table, a glowing cube he insists is “edible if you don’t look at it.”

• Hipswitch (when they run into each other) once watched him eat an entire bag of chips in 4 seconds and hasn’t recovered.