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It's happening I'm writing it.

Uhm....so I have an idea...

I want Molly to tie Mark up, and make him sneeze. Just thinking about it makes me so flustered. So uh if anyone would be interested in reading that. 🤣

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What is a sneeze?

hey guys does anyone else here have a sneeze kink

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Uhm....so I have an idea...

I want Molly to tie Mark up, and make him sneeze. Just thinking about it makes me so flustered. So uh if anyone would be interested in reading that. 🤣

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This but paired with a second concerned friend saying:

“Did you remember to take your allergy meds today?”

And the first friend saying:

“Look at them! There’s no way they remembered to take them!”

"Jeez, leave some sneezes for the rest of us!"

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Worth It (M, cold + inducing)

Get ready to dip me in lava, because here it is, a fuckin' crack fic featuring Reed with a snz fetish! Listen, guys... idk what happened to me, I haven't written a character with a snz kink in like over 10 years, but apparently the demons got to me and I had to bang this thing out. In it, Reed tells Greyson he has a snz kink, Greyson induces for him during sex, then Greyson gets sick the next day. There is no plot. There is only my horn-brain. Is this fic actually in the canon? Mmm.... probably not lol. I'll let you all decide if you think it should be; I fear I may have written too many stories with Reed where he at least seemingly does NOT have the kink, so I'm not sure it would make sense to include it in the canon. Whatever, either way, I hope you like it and let me know what you think and whether Reed with the kink becomes canon!~

CW: 2.5k words (light as hell for me lmao) M snz/M cold, inducing, contagion possibility, though no contagion ~actually~ happens in-fic, light mess, character with the kink, character sneezing on another character. There is nudity & foreplay, but no sex.

Worth It

“Shit – is it supposed to feel like tha – HRRSHH-uh! HUHTSCHH-ue!”

Pupils blown and mouth dry, Reed couldn’t find his voice to answer; he was too busy taking in the sight before him. Greyson, stripped down to nothing, sneezing helplessly with the powder still on one of his nostrils. Reed swallowed, attempting to keep from coming right then and there.

“God, it’s like cocaine times a thousahh – HRTSHHH-ue! USHHH-ue! Shit, I feel like I snorted a line of Vick’s Vapor Rub – HRRTSHH-uh!” If the sneezing hadn’t been enough, the commentary alone could’ve taken Reed right to the edge. Above him on the bed, Greyson collapsed over and over, giving in with vigor to the continued paroxysms, while Reed felt himself get harder with each passing spasm. As Greyson geared up for another fit, Reed sat up and placed a gentle hand on his boyfriend’s chest.

“Babe,” he said, voice hoarse with desire, “if it’s not too much to ask, could you, um, do that… a little closer?”

Clearly, in the initial shock of snorting the powder, Greyson had forgotten the reason they were there. Blushing beneath rheumy eyes, the chef leaned down so he was in Reed’s full view. “Sorry,” he said, voice hitching. “Kind of forgohh – forgot what we were doihh – HRTSSH! NGTSXCHH-ue!”

These two were directed right at Reed, the spray catching his chest and face. Reed groaned in pleasure while Greyson covered his mouth with his palm entirely too late. “Fuck, sorry babe, this shit is really fucking strong. Hh-! HRSTCHHH-ue!”

“Don’t apologize,” Reed said, emboldened. He gently pulled Greyson’s palm away from his face, kissed his boyfriend as hard as he could. “And don’t you dare cover your face.”

It was Greyson’s turn to moan; he pulled away from Reed for a moment, taking in his face. “This really does it for you, huh?” he asked, sniffling. A flush crept over Reed’s face and he looked down, embarrassed.

“I – yeah, I mean, obviously,” he said, a self-deprecating laugh following the admission. “But if you don’t like it baby, we definitely don’t...”

The words fizzled out in Reed’s mouth as Greyson’s face once again crumpled with the need to sneeze. In that moment, Reed changed his tune. For now, it didn’t matter to him whether or not Greyson was into this; it was happening, and hell, Greyson had initiated it – he’d been the one to research ways to make himself sneeze when Reed had admitted to having a ‘weird kink’, had even been the one to buy the powder – and Reed was going to enjoy it. Greyson attempted to tip his head back, but Reed stopped him, grabbing his mess of blonde waves and pulling him in for another kiss.

“Baby,” Greyson panted around Reed’s lips. “I’m gonna -”

“Then do it,” Reed said into Greyson’s mouth. “But I’m not pulling away.”

It wasn’t as though Greyson had a choice; the sneeze powder had had its way with him, and there was little he could do to stop it. “HUHHTSCHH-ue!” Greyson tried turning his head to keep from sneezing directly into Reed’s face, but Reed’s hand stayed firm. When the spray hit him, Reed gasped in ecstasy; he let go of Greyson’s head to sink his nails into the chef’s back, allowing Greyson to dip into his neck for the next three – “HRRTSH! HUHESCHHOO! HTTSHH-ue!”

When the fit finally subsided, Reed could’ve been pushed over the edge with a single touch. He sat back, admiring Greyson’s stuffy-looking face, and took a few deep breaths to calm himself – he wasn’t quite ready for this to be over yet.

“Christ, sorry babe,” Greyson said again. This time, Reed laughed.

“Sorry that I held your head to sneeze on me?” he asked, prompting a laugh from Greyson. “I mean, apology accepted.”

“Yeah… yeah, alright, fair enough,” Greyson said, sniffling again. “I think I finally got it all out, but wow that is… that’s certainly something.” Reed flushed again, and Greyson lifted his chin so their eyes could meet. “You liked it?”

Again, Reed couldn’t find words; he was too busy studying Greyson’s pink nose, his watering eyes, his mouth parted slightly to breathe better. Lost for what to say, Reed simply nodded.

Greyson smiled. “Then I love it,” he said, pulling Reed’s face in for a kiss. When they pulled away, Greyson reached over to the side table to grab the powder again. “This time,” he said, sniffing it in and pushing Reed back onto the bed, “I’m gonna make it cuuhh – HRRSHH!Snrf!Count.”

***

“Are you okay?”

From his side of the couch, Greyson whipped his head towards Reed and pulled his hand away from his neck. “Huh?” he asked, distracted. Reed put the book he’d been reading on the coffee table and raised an eyebrow.

“Long night?” he prodded. “You’ve barely said two words to me since you got home.”

“Oh,” Greyson said, shrugging. “Yeah, no, it was fine just – my lymph nodes have been super fuckin’ sore all day and it’s pissing me off.” Oh.

Reed pressed his lips together, swallowing hard. “Does your throat hurt?” he asked. Again, Greyson shrugged.

“Yeah, kind of,” he said, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his sweatpants and clicking it on. “Not terribly or anything.”

The back of Reed’s brain throbbed – sick, sick, sick it chanted, the least developed part of his evolution seeing immediately exactly what it wanted to see – but Reed forced himself to quiet it. Don’t be a fucking freak, he thought, moving closer to Greyson. It’s probably nothing.

“Can I…?” Reed asked, miming touching Greyson’s lymph nodes. His boyfriend nodded, barely paying attention, while Reed gently placed his fingers on either side of his neck. Inside his chest, Reed’s heart thumped hard and fast; he hoped Greyson couldn’t feel it in his fingertips.

“Well, they’re certainly swollen,” he said, keeping his voice light. “Are you feeling okay other than that? You seemed fine, uh, last night…”

At that Greyson grinned, wolf-like, and abandoned the phone to crawl damn near into Reed’s lap. “Sneezy, for sure,” he teased, kissing Reed’s cheek. “But yeah, fine other than that.”

Reed flushed. “If you weren’t feeling well yesterday, you could’ve told me,” he mumbled, embarrassed. “We could’ve waited to do… that.”

“Mmm, I don’t think we could’ve waited,” Greyson laughed, nuzzling into Reed’s neck. “But also, I felt fine last night. And I’m fine now, baby, like I said it’s just a little sore throat – no need to worry.” He swung his legs over Reed’s lap then, prompting his boyfriend to rub his aching soles.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he moaned, eyes closed. Reed hummed an inaudible thanks, and Greyson let one eye pop back open. “You better hope it’s nothing,” he joked. “Because you’re fucked if it’s not.”

They both laughed then – Greyson in earnest and Reed hollowly – until Greyson suddenly wrenched to the side. “Hh-! HRTSHH-uhh!”

Reed felt his mouth go dry as Greyson absently wiped his nose on the back of his hand. He shifted in his seat, the thought of Greyson’s soon-to-be cold once again bringing to the forefront of his mind the most animal part of him. That carnal part grabbed at his consciousness and threw him back to the night before – to holding Greyson’s head in place as he sneezed into his face, over his chest, and onto his neck – making his head spin and his blood move rapidly southward. Reed stood and excused himself to the bedroom.

Fucked, he thought, close to panting. Sure.

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“Oh, you poor thing, you look awful.”

Placing his knife bag on the kitchen counter, Greyson coughed out a laugh at his boyfriend’s concerned face. “Thangks,” he said, placing a swift kiss on Reed’s cheek. The look of concern painted across his boyfriend’s face prompted Greyson to place a warm hand on his cheek. “It’s just a cold, love, ndo ndeed to freak out, okay?”

Nodding, Reed pulled out a bar stool and motioned for Greyson to sit. “I made curry,” he said, bowling the stewed meat and vegetables over rice. “You have to eat a little something at least, okay?”

“Thangk you, baby,” Greyson said, taking the bowl. “I’mb starving.”

As Greyson tucked into the meal, Reed leaned back against the kitchen island and took his boyfriend in. Reed had known when they woke up this morning that Greyson was sick, much as the chef was wont to admit it, but now, post-shift, he looked markedly worse than he had when he left. Pale, bloodshot eyes, and red-rimmed nostrils; he was the picture of cold-ridden. Greyson was always an exceptionally good-looking guy, especially in Reed’s eyes, but like this… well, Reed was having a difficult time keeping himself from pawing at his boyfriend in this state.

“Hh-!” Greyson’s breath hitched suddenly. “HRTZCHH-ue! Snrf. ’Scuse mbe,” he said, then, looking up at Reed’s face, he amended his statement. “You’re welcombe,” he smiled.

Reed pressed his lips together to keep from smiling. He’d told boyfriends about his kink before – at thirty-five it would’ve been hard to get away with keeping it completely to himself all his life – but none had ever responded quite like Greyson. Mostly, they would ignore it or pretend they had forgotten Reed had told them at all. Some would pander to him – begrudgingly, it often seemed – but never had he ever had someone seem so… down to be a part of it. Reed wasn’t sure how to respond to Greyson’s immediate boldness around something Reed assumed was so foreign to him. It felt good, honestly, to be seen and acknowledged and indulged… but he wasn’t a hundred percent sure how to respond to Greyson’s lack of timidity regarding kink. It was new territory for him.

He decided on a light joke. “You’re a brat,” he said, rolling his eyes and moving to clean up dinner’s leftovers. Greyson shrugged.

“I’mb out here giving my boyfriend exactly what he wants and I’mb a brat? Rude.” He dissolved into a short fit of coughs then, turning away to aim them into the crook of his arm. Reed glanced up from the dishes.

“You okay?”

“I’mb good,” Greyson managed, clearing his throat. “I fear I mbay be passing away, but other than that I’mb good.”

This time, Reed did laugh. “You are so dramatic,” he said, wiping his hands on a cloth and moving to sit beside his boyfriend. Greyson smiled.

“You love it,” he said, picking up one of Reed’s hands and gently kissing his palm. He did love it, despite himself. Reed had staunchly refused to date within the food and beverage industry previously, simply because of the drama that surrounded it – drama that Greyson absolutely loved to be a part of. But with him, for some reason, the drama didn’t bother Reed. It was just who Greyson was, and Greyson wasn’t the type of person to hide who he was; if there was anything Reed envied in Greyson, it was that.

The warmth in Reed’s stomach spread as Greyson’s warm lips pressed against his hand. Maybe Greyson was just… different than other guys. Maybe he was finally Reed’s perfect match.

Reed felt his face flush. “I do,” he said quietly, placing the hand on Greyson’s face. Warm, but not feverish. “Kiss me.” Reed leaned in then – only for Greyson to turn his head.

“Baby, I don’t wannda get you sick,” he said when he saw Reed’s furrowed brow – the upset look quickly morphed into one of bemusement.

“Honey,” Reed said, choosing his words carefully. “I, um… I don’t know if you remember a couple of nights ago, but I think that ship may have already sailed.” Greyson pressed his own eyebrows together – then raised them when he remembered.

“Oh,” he said, making a face that somehow perfectly encapsulated the word oops. “Shit, I forgot about that. I mbean, that was before I started feeling shitty, so you should be finde, right?”

Internally, Reed weighed his options for response; after a moment, he settled on the truth. “I… I think you’re contagious before you start, um. Showing symptoms,” Reed said. Greyson’s face fell, and he rubbed his nose hard with the back of his hand.

“Shit,” Greyson repeated. “Well, uh… hopefully your immbune system is fully ramped up then – hh...hhhIGTSZCHH-ue! Fuck, excuse mbe,” Greyson stood up from the barstool and grabbed a paper towel from the kitchen, blowing his nose as quietly as he could manage.

Reed’s breath quickened as he said, “Bless you.” Greyson nodded.

“Thangk you,” he said, tossing the paper towel. He shot his boyfriend an apologetic look, rubbed the back of his own neck, embarrassed. “Sorry if I give you this, hondey.”

Without thinking, Reed barked out a laugh. “Greyson,” he said, “if anyone has ever been asking for it when it comes to getting sick, it’s me literally holding your face to my face when I know you’re about to sneeze. Let’s… I mean, let’s be honest about that.”

Greyson coughed out a giggle as well. “I mbean, when you put it that way,” he said, taking Reed’s hand and pulling him in. “I guess there’s ndo real reason for mbe not to do this.” He kissed Reed then, slow and deep, his tongue slipping between his boyfriend’s lips like a secret. A moan escaped Reed without him meaning it to.

“Baby,” Greyson said into Reed’s mouth. “Will you take care of mbe? I don’t feel we­hh… huh..!” Greyson’s foreplay was suddenly cut off then by his breath hitching. “Onesec -” he breathed, turning away from Reed to crumple into his elbow.

“HRRTZCHH-ue! Hh-! HhhESTZCHH-ue!” Greyson coughed for a moment before turning back to Reed, an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry ’bout that,” he said, sniffling.

Reed was, again, at a loss for words. “Bless you,” he said again, his voice barely a whisper. Greyson grinned.

“Mban,” he said, clearing his throat. “I fuckigg love this. Easiest foreplay of mby liii – HRTZCHH!” This time, Greyson hadn’t had time to turn away; Reed felt the mist of his boyfriend’s sneeze lay over him like a light blanket as he shivered with desire.

“Fuck,” Reed whispered, pulling Greyson in for a hungry, desirous kiss. Greyson was only too happy to reciprocate; he yanked Reed’s shirt over his head and licked up his torso, sniffling when he got to the base of his boyfriend’s throat. Reed couldn’t take it any longer; he pushed Greyson to the ground right there in the kitchen, stripping himself and his boyfriend down to nothing in record time.

Before they could go any further, Reed pressed his lips to Greyson’s once again. When they pulled away, Greyson was smiling, amused.

“Well, if you weren’t goigg to get sick before,” he said, coursing his fingers through Reed’s short, dark hair, “you certainly will ndow.”

Reed, consumed by desire, began kissing along Greyson’s neck, his torso, his hips. Before going any lower, Reed turned his face towards Greyson’s, his face flushed with lust.

“Worth it.”

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🌱🌿 completely normal oc snasks 🌿🌱

Please DO NOT reblog to non-snz/whump blogs even though everything here is perfectly normal. 🦊 If your character were an animal, what would they be (and why)?

🌿 If your character were a plant, what would they be (and why)?

💗 What about your character's love interest(s) attracts your character to them? If they don't have one, what types of people are they typically attracted to (if any)?

🔮 If your character has magic or superpowers, how does that manifest? If they don't, what is one power that they'd like to have?

👗 How does your character typically dress? Are there any circumstances in which they'd change the way they dress? Do they have a favorite article of clothing?

🌍 Where is your character from?

🗝️ Is there anything they never leave home without?

💔 What genuinely hurts their feelings?

👀 Do they have any allergies we don't know about yet?

🍁 Do they have a favorite season?

💭 What inspired you to make them? Any specific influences you were drawing from?

🎨 Is there a color palette you associate with them?

🖼️ Do you have a visual reference for them? (Alt: Make a moodboard for them.)

✍ If they're featured in any WIPs, will you give us a peek?

📞 How do they speak/communicate? (cadence, voice, word choice, mannerisms, etc.)

☀️ What is a trait they like about themselves?

🌩️ What is a trait they dislike about themselves?

🎸 What kind of music would they enjoy? (Alt: Is there a genre of music that you associate with them?)

⚔️ What D&D class would they be?

🙄 What is a minor pet peeve of theirs?

🏠 What is their home like?

‼️ What are some descriptions you find yourself using a lot for this character?

🥀 Who would they turn to if they hit rock bottom and needed to talk to someone?

🔎 Tell us one thing about them that you know but we don't.

(shouts out @w1ngxd, @uhhmmm, et al. for contributing)

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My lovely Layla!!! Ahhhh I love her so much she’s so pretty!!!

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Alright the votes are in you guys get to see some of my first drawings of Beck and Caleb!

Back when I was first developing them!

First let me show you what they look like now for comparison!

Beck Watkins:

Caleb Fisher

And now some early drawings of them! 🤣

Bonus picture of what Layla used to look like!

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hey guys quick question, if i were to write, hypothetically, a story that had explicit sexual stuff with greyson and reed would y'all read it or would you dip me in lava lmao.

also, what if reed had a snz kink (even though it's literally never been mentioned before and kind of doesn't make sense at this point). would you dip me in lava for that hahaah

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Man I’m on a role apparently. Anyway let me introduce you to my sweet boy Mark, from Disaster Control and Quiet Intimacy.

Ta dah! 👐

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Apparently it’s time to draw my Oc, Nick from my story Stranger On The Rooftop.

So I guess anyone wondering what Nick looks like, here you go! 😅

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Stranger On The Rooftop (3/3)

Tyler slipped back into his bedroom. Nick had his hands steepled over his nose and mouth, snuffling thickly with a grimace, “Sorry, I swear I tried to hold that ode back. I hope I didd’t cause too buch trouble with your roobbate.” “It’s fine, he would have found out eventually, Beck’s too nosy for his good.” Tyler sighed, sitting back on the mattress, the bed sinking slightly underneath him. He tugged a tissue from the box on the bed, extending it to Nick, and the other man took it, dabbing underneath his nose. It didn’t help much if the congested sniffle that preceded it was anything to go by. “So uh, what happeds dow?” Nick asked, hesitantly. His dark eyes swept up, rheumy and fever bright. Tyler fidgeted hesitantly. “Well, the offer still stands for you to stick around.” He said, and Nick shook his head with a huff. “That’s dot what I was talkigg about, add I thigk you dow that,” Nick said, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a cheeky little grin. Tyler's gaze flickered to Nick’s lips, and he could feel his face get hot. His lips parted to say something, but Nick sucked in a huge breath, stealing the words from his mouth as he snapped to the side. “HngKKSHHhhiww! Gh…ew that was…ew.” Tyler passed him another tissue from the box, and Nick gave up on trying to be polite, giving his nose a proper blow this time. “Something tells me that you aren’t up for this conversation…maybe we can put a raincheck on it?” Tyler answered with a lopsided grin. “Yeah, I guess I ab pretty gross right dow.” Nick’s posture drooped gloomily, his gaze dropping as he fiddled with the comforter. Tyler’s heart ached in his chest watching him. “Hey, no, that is definitely not the reason,” Tyler reached out, cupping Nick's too warm cheek in his hand,” I just meant it could wait until you’re not feeling so crappy.” “I guess I do feel pretty crubby…”Nick sighed, closing his eyes, leaning into Tyler's soft touch. “Yeah, I figured.” Tyler hummed, ignoring the way his heart skipped in his chest. Nick’s eyes flickered open, his brow furrowed. “So the kissigg…” “Was nice, and I certainly wouldn’t mind doing more of it when you’re feeling better,” Tyler told him with a grin. “I’d like that,” Nick said, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. Tyler pulled his hand away, smoothing out his comforter, getting Nick settled again. He made sure the other man was comfortable before sitting back to admire his handiwork. He considered leaving the room to give the man a bit of privacy, but instead, he did something a bit bold. Creeping across the mattress, he paused, giving Nick a chance to move or stop him if he wanted, but the man was silent. Tyler sat next to the other man at the top of the bed, propped against the pillows, holding his breath. The other man was tense before shifting a bit closer, relaxing. “I’ve got Netflix if you feel up for watching something?” Tyler suggested, and Nick just nodded quietly. He snagged his laptop, pulling up some Disney movie he’d probably seen a hundred times, and Nick didn’t complain. He watched the screen, zoning out a bit when he felt something touch his shoulder, glancing over to find Nick asleep. He snored softly as he leaned against Tyler. Tyler couldn’t help the soft smile that graced his face. He could get used to this.

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Mint Tea's Records!

Stranger Things

Steddie Part One

Steddie Part Two

The Magnus Archives

New Year New Stress

Feeling Forgotten

Autumn Day

Poking Fun Part One

Poking Fun Part Two Warm Feelings

Silly Man Part One Silly Man Part Two

Is that a thing that can happen? Part One

Is that a thing that can happen Part Two

The Death of Me

Powerful Words

Welcome To Night Vale

Just Cecilos Things Part One Just Cecilos Things Part Two

Good Omens

My Turn

Come Get Me When I'm Sick and Too Tired to Care (CW:Vomit)

Stubborn Snakes

Unexpected Tender, Love, and Care Little Things

Sick Crowley

Good Omens Drabble

Ace Attorney

Spring Cleaning

Courtroom Flu Part One

Courtroom Flu Part Two

OC's

Disaster Control Part One

Disaster Control Part Two

Stranger On The Rooftop Part One

Stranger On The Rooftop Part Two Stranger On The Rooftop Part Three

Love At First Sneeze

Quiet Intimacy

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🍁 Do they have a favorite season? 🏠 What is their home like? Omicron, Delta and Anita. I feel like these two sounded fun for your characters, lol.

AAH, Mint, these questions are lovely 🩷🥹 Thank you so much for sending them in!! I hadn’t gotten the chance to think much about their domestic lives outside of work, so this was really fun 😊

🍁 Do they have a favorite season? — Omicron, Delta, Anita

Omicron — Winter! ❄️☃️🧊 I think Omicron grew up in a bustling northern city with white, snowy winters. Something about how muted and soft things get under snow, and how crisp and dark the days become — he really enjoys it. I can picture him sitting alone in the corner of a cozy, quiet pub with a book, watching sleet streak against the glow of streetlights through the windows. I don’t think the cold bothers him very much. Heat makes him ill-tempered because he gets sweaty 😂

Delta — Spring! 🌷🦋🌱 Ahh, a cheerful time for Delta! I imagine he loves the turn of the season. Renewal, new life, fresh starts, the world waking up, etc. He’s a huge fan of the mentality behind the season as well as exclusive springtime activities. He doesn’t suffer from seasonal allergies and is an outdoorsy person, so he enjoys flower-viewing, picnicking, hiking, camping, etc. I think he’s got a little garden at home, and he gets excited to plant new things when spring begins.

Anita — Summertime! ☀️😎⛱️ Anita adores the longer days because it’s still sunny when she leaves work late. She likes the heat and is a big beach person when she has the opportunity to indulge. Not to mention all the cutie-patooties in their sundresses and bikinis 😏 (Anita is looking respectfully 👀🙏). Also I think she catches a winter cold every year; burning the midnight oil catches up with her when the annual virus is making its rounds at work. Probably all the more reason she likes the summer more 😂

🏠 What is their home like?

This is SUCH an interesting question, thank you for asking!! 🤩 It inspired me to do some thinking about their place of employment — the “agency.” 

I’m reluctant to place it in any single real-world location because I like it being up to imagination, but I think the agency is a collection of buildings on a small campus that requires special access to enter. Around ~500 people work for the organization, and less than 100 of them are required to live on campus for their work. I picture the campus being located outside of a fairly large city, tucked away in some low mountains with lots of trees. I think it would be very pretty here in autumn 🍁✨

Omicron — Field Intelligence Agents like Omicron live on the agency campus in an apartment! He has a modest 1-bedroom place. He keeps it pretty sterile, with almost no decoration. Probably the most personalized part of his home is his closet, filled to the brim with outfits he’s collected. And he’s got two kitties, so you’ll find a lot of cat items around 😸 — toys, a cat tower, wall shelves for them to jump on, water and food dispensers, meticulously managed litter box. I think Omicron frequently visits the city nearby to dine out, shop, or quietly people-watch; it’s a familiar atmosphere to him, since he grew up in a city like this.

Delta — Similar to Omicron, he also lives on campus. Because he’s a senior agent, his accommodations are bigger and more lavish. He’s in the same building as Omicron, but probably on an upper floor. He has a balcony where he keeps his little garden, and an ensuite bathroom with a tub and separate shower. I think he enjoys decorating his home with kitschy items from his travels, even though he never has the opportunity to invite people over to see them. Which is a shame, because I think it would feel very warm and welcoming 🥹💛

Anita — She’s the only one of the three who has a civilian life! Anita lives off campus in a condo unit she owns in the city, and she commutes to work every day. I think it’s a little chaotic at her place LOL. Anita strikes me as someone who is not messy, but definitely unorganized. One of those people that has a system of knowing where everything is even if it looks like a bomb exploded to anyone else who visits 😂 She probably has a microscope for personal projects. I also think she has a nice TV and binges the latest popular show on streaming apps. She eats a lot of frozen dinner meals lol. It’s common for her to stay late or overnight on campus when she gets caught up in her experiments, so sometimes she’ll sleep there. The agency offers free accommodation in situations like these, though it’s regulated and must be approved by superiors.

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OH my gosh, I’m so excited to see you reblog the ask game yessss!! 💗 And thank you for reblogging your stories too! I hadn’t gotten the chance to read them yet 🥰 and I’m sure you know who I’m gonna ask about haha 👏👏

I would LOVE to know 🗝️ for Molly, ☀️ for Mark, 💔 for Caleb, 🌿 for Beck, and 🌎 for all of them if that’s not too much!! 🙏 Feel free to pick and choose if you don’t want to do them all ☺️

Ahhhhhh, thank you for all the lovely asks!!! I was so excited to see them!!!! I'm so glad you're enjoying my Oc's! 🗝️ Is there anything they never leave home without? A pen. Molly works as a waitress at a small cafe, so a pen is a must. If she forgets it, then it means using one of the cheap ones at the cafe. The ones that never seem to work and are always running out of ink. She’s a busy woman; she doesn’t have time for that. ☀️ What is a trait they like about themselves? Mark is a dedicated and diligent worker, so I feel like he’s grateful that he has a great work ethic. Even if it bites him in the ass sometimes when he overworks himself, or comes in on a bad allergy day because of it. 🤣 💔 What genuinely hurts their feelings? Oof, Caleb is such a ray of sunshine, I don’t want anything to hurt him. But I feel like Caleb is a bit self-conscious about his allergies. Sometimes when they’re really acting up, they can get a bit messy, and they make him feel gross. He’s also had his fair share of nasty comments about them or looks he gets from people, and he tries not to let it bother him, but sometimes it’s hard. Luckily, that won’t be a problem with Beck as he, uh, doesn’t mind Caleb’s allergies. I mean, reeeeally doesn’t mind if you catch my drift, lol. 😉 🌿 If your character were a plant, what would they be (and why)? Beck would be a spider plant, I feel like he vibes with them. I feel like it’s his favorite plant, too. I can also see Beck owning house plants. He’s not a super outdoorsy person, so I think he would get a kick out of bringing the outside inside. He’d probably make some lame joke about it too, like; Why do I have to go outside? I have all the outside I need in my room. 🤣 🌍 Where is your character from? You know, I’ve actually never thought about where everyone’s from. I think when I first created them, they were just all locals, but now that I’m revisiting them, it’s time for some proper lore! They all live in California, and the Cafe, Molly, and Mark work is near the Beach. Molly and Tyler are fraternal twins. They grew up in the small town of Iron River, Michigan. They moved to California when they were in high school, which was a huge culture shock. They’ve lost a lot of their accent, but it comes back strong after they’ve been visiting family in the Upper Peninsula. Caleb grew up in Long Beach, California, since he was a wee bab. He’d like to do some traveling though, see the world and surf on different Beaches. Beck is a City Boy; he grew up in Boston, New York. How he ended up in California is anyone’s best guess. I’m not even sure he knows how he got here. 🤣 Nick is Tyler’s boyfriend, and he grew up in Prescott, Arizona. His parent kicked him out of their house when he was eighteen, which was fine by him. He hitchhiked his way up to California, and since he’s extremely likable, he’s been surviving through the kindness of others, couch surfing. He’s had a couple of odd jobs, but nothing that’s stuck since his living conditions are so unstable. He doesn’t let it get him down, though. Layla is Beck’s best friend since they were little, also grew up in Boston, and is most likely the reason Beck lives in California now. Her girlfriend Alice has lived in California her whole life; she grew up in San Diego. She’s also friends with Molly. She had the time of her life when Molly moved there, making sure she experienced everything. Mark grew up in Durango, Colorado. Also, despite his absolutely horrendous allergies, Mark loves to hike, go camping, and just be in Nature. 🤣