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[kinito-pal]

[OOC POST]

Design Notes: Kinito

-Kinito is your friendly virtual assistant, so I leaned into the idea of a slightly fancier outfit, but nothing too much. Something an office assistant for a higher representative of a company might have worn. After all, the player is pretty high in Kinito's eyes.

-The idea of a formal but simple outfit is what I tried sticking to. Something that could be easily drawn over and over without too many glaring possible inconsistencies. I would have to draw them over and over for the blog, I knew that from the beginning.

-While I wanted to stay in regular clothing you'd see everyday, I still wanted this to be Kinito. In comes the use of pinks in places you usually wouldn't see them in in a usual scenario, such as the buttons and vest.

-I liked the idea of them having long hair. As part of keeping the whole slightly professional theme going on, I decided him having his hair up would work best.

-Kept the lower half the same colour as Kinito's original model does the same. I considered using the web world pink boots variant, but it didn't quite fit with the rest of the ideas.

-Since it was easily possible to keep their animal characteristics even in a human appearance, I did so. You'll notice I struggled to do so with Sam and Jade, however.

-While in-story Kinito changes sprites in an attempt to appeal to the players more (and gets new sprites for Sam and Jade upon their return), out of story the truth stands that I am not a great animal artist. You might have noticed in the flashback.

Design ideas that didn't make the cut (mostly because they would be inconvenient to draw consistenly)

-Possible freckles

-A more detailed vest

-Glasses (Permanent ones. Decided they'd just pop in here and there instead)

[cottonlemonade]

Marriage Of Convenience [Part 7]

word count: 1656 || avg. reading time: 7 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Kuroo x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn, slice of life

warnings: spoilers

synopsis: Marriage is not a big deal, right? Anyone can do it and it comes with a whole lot of benefits! That's why your friend proposes to you one morning with all the elegance and romance of an empty pudding cup.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6]

As the next week came and went, you felt something shift inside yourself. The kiss, if you could even call it that, lingered in your mind and if you zoned out at work too much, you swore you could still feel his lips against your skin. 

The thought that all it took was some tender smooch to scramble your focus, was ridiculous. It was more than likely that it was simply some leftover vulnerability from that night that made you so susceptible to whatever stray arrows Cupid had desperately been aiming in your direction for months. But you had to admit, on Tuesday afternoon, that you might have fallen for your husband. 

A huge bouquet of flowers was delivered to your desk that day and for a confusingly hopeful moment you wondered if Tetsuro had sent it, but he leaned against your desk with a cocked brow stating prickly, “Don’t look at me, I know your favorite flower unlike this person, obviously.”

He and Asana helped you locate the card under the thicket of greenery surrounding the brightly colored florals. It was from Mr Kuroo, sending his belated congratulations to the wedding. A red envelope with money was tucked between the densely packed blossoms, and Tetsuro smiled when you handed him the note. “See?”, he said under his breath and wrapped an arm around your waist to give you a quick, gentle squeeze, “Told you he’d come around.”

He folded the note back up and put it in his pocket, returning to his work, while Asana went to find a vase, and you fought the growing urge to go into a supply closet and hyperventilate.  

You were glad that Tetsuro had to go on a business trip down to Osaka for a few days, because, quite honestly, you were tired of bumping into doors and stumbling over table legs whenever he smiled or teased you at home nowadays. 

It was only 9 pm but you were already in bed, staring at the dark ceiling in deep thought, then you unlocked your phone to go back over the initial pro- and con-list you made back in February. Slowly, your finger swiped along the page and the many pros in the first column. It was so quiet in the apartment. Not that Tetsuro usually made a lot of noise in the evening, but there might be some music coming from his room or maybe a laugh here and there when you sent him a quality meme. Soon you found yourself on his social media, scrolling through the many pictures he uploaded over the years. Quite a few of them featured you next to him, even before the wedding. You hadn’t even noticed how often you spent birthdays and holidays together since you met. It took quite a while to get to the pictures from before you’d known each other. 

Apparently, he hadn’t exaggerated when he said he was the captain of his university’s Volleyball team. You snorted at his silly poses with friends, intermixed with professional glamor shots from campus forums about the success of the science club at yet another competition, in which Tetsuro held up a certificate and trophy with a bright smile. You found your fingers sort of hovering over the photo as if you wanted to touch him, praising him on his undoubtedly well-deserved victory, but then shook your head and continued your doom-scrolling down his page, every so often turning your wedding ring on your finger. 

“To the kids!”, Bokuto cheered, raising his beer to his friend. 

“To the kids!”, Kuroo echoed happily.

The two toasted and sipped their drinks before turning their attention to the feast of fast food in front of them that Kuroo planned to never tell his wife about. He would have liked to take you along on the trip. He knew you would have loved to see the city and the excited glint in the elementary students’ eyes as MSBY’s Bokuto Kotaro showed them how to attack at the net. There was even a list open on his phone that detailed, with addresses, all the little shops, cafes, museums and restaurants he wanted to take you to, if you ever went to Osaka together. 

“So, how is it going?”, Bokuto asked now, cheeks bulging with beef. 

“Really good. The kids seem to be engaged and the turnout is large enough that I think we can easily make this training camp happen in more cities, too. Who knows, maybe we could even make a case for rural towns and prefectures like Miyagi, so they don’t have to travel as far.”

“Cool! But not what I meant.”

Bokuto reached for the next grilled skewer. 

“I mean your marriage thing.”

“Marriage thing?”, Kuroo cocked an amused brow. 

“Yeah, how are you and your wife doing?”

“She’s great. - We’re great.”

“I see that.” Bokuto used the already empty second skewer to point at Kuroo’s ring finger. 

“Oh right. Yeah, we got those for the office. Just symbolic so people know we’re married there. More of a safety thing, you know.”, he shrugged but Bokuto noted, “You’re not at the office now.”

“Huh. Guess you’re right.”

But Kuroo made no effort to slip off his ring, instead he adjusted it and picked up a deep-fried spiral potato, closing his eyes in bliss at the greasy crunch of the batter.

“Tell me about her.”

Kuroo leaned back in the cheap plastic chair of the street food market and unhurriedly chewed his potato. 

“You’d love her. She is really funny and smart - witty, too, you know. But also so freaking clumsy. Just this week alone, she must have stumbled over the same chair like three times.”, he laughed to himself at the mental image of you grasping at the air or the wall for stability and then continuing to walk as if nothing happened, “She is also a huge fan of that book series you like. She has been catching me up on the whole plot and dare I say, I may even finally read it.”

“Oh of course, now that she asked you.”

“I knew, you’d get it.”, Kuroo smirked, finishing off his potato and beating Bokuto to the next yakitori skewer, “Wait, there is this hilarious picture I took of her yesterday.”

Holding the skewer (safely away from Bokuto) in his hand, Kuroo fished his phone from his pocket and opened his camera roll, then tilted his head in question. 

“Hm?”

“What?”, Bokuto asked, leaning forward on the table as if that would help. 

With a curious smile, Kuroo swiped to his social media app and saw a notification bell at the very top. 

“Give me a second.”, he said to Bokuto, at last handing over the yakitori and with a tap of the speed dial, raised the phone to his ear. 

“Hey, watcha doing?”, he asked innocently as soon as you picked up. 

“Nothing. Why?”

“So, while doing nothing, you just happen to like a picture of me from 7 years ago?”

“... No?”

He held up his phone for a second to double-check, then returned to the call, “And it just so happened to be the only picture on my feed where you can see my abs? Why, darling, you just had to tell me, you missed your husband, I would have facetimed you, you know?” 

His smugness was immeasurable. 

“I…”

“Hm?”

“I miss my husband.”

Kuroo sat up in his chair, face momentarily clear of any sneer or taunt. 

“I miss you, too.”, he said softly and very deliberately ignored Bokuto’s knowing eyebrow raise, “Are you going to sleep? Do you want me to call?”

“We are calling right now.”, you laughed. 

He felt light-headed, embarrassed even. Rubbing his palm over his eyes at the dumb question he swerved. “I meant with the camera. So you can… see... me.”, he ended lamely.

“That’s okay. Are you having fun?”

“Yeah, a lot. I’m with Bokuto right now.”

“Oh, I’ll let you go, then.”

“No, wait. Uhm. I got you something today. And no, it’s not a puppy.”, he interjected before you could ask. 

“What is it?”

“I think you’ll need to wait until your husband is back home to find out.”

“Not fair.”, you whined, “But fiiine, I guess… your wife can wait.”

His heart was pounding so loudly he clicked the volume bar on the side of his phone to make sure he could hear you, but there was only silence. 

Not wanting to end the call yet, he said, “You’ll never guess what we’re having for dinner.”

“Hmm, some kind of super healthy fish on some steamed spring vegetables?”

“Close.”

Kuroo snapped a quick picture of the table littered with paper plates under stacks of food in varying shades of beige, oil-stained napkins and large beers. 

He beamed when he heard your disbelieving gasp.

“You are so in for it when you’re back! We’re having a pizza night! With extra cheese! And fries.”

“Oh no.”, he protested entirely unconvincingly, his cheeks hurting from smiling so much, “But twist my arm, I guess.”

“I’m squinting at you so hard right now.”

“I can feel it, trust me.”

Another round of comfortable silence followed.

Eventually, you said, “I really should sleep now.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow.”

Coming out of his daze when he hung up, he was met with Bokuto’s dreamily invested expression, which turned to an expectant frown. 

Before Kuroo took a sip of his beer, he muttered, “You don’t have to say it.”

When you woke up the following day, you lay in bed for a while, unmoving, trying to discern if last night’s phone call was a really vivid dream or not. Your answer came in the form of a massive wave of notifications on your social media. Every single picture, every last one of them, had been liked by Tetsu and in your text messages he had sent you a selection of five he ranked as his favorites.

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[finale]

[emoisthenewemu]

YUTA OKKOTSU SMAU SERIES

SUMMARY: It seems like everyone is beginning to catch on to your lovely stalker, everyone except you of course.

TEXT AT THE BOTTOM!

pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt7

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

。。。・゜★

Later on in the evening you walk to the convenience store for a late night snack run with the girls, Yuta finds himself rushing to see you. He was right—Gojo went on forever about the responsibilities of being a special grade, how the higher-ups expect sorcerers these days to act nonhuman, the way they are treated as weapons. It felt more like a therapy session than anything, clearly the white haired man was going through some stuff and Yuta just figures that he trusts his student enough to talk about it. He does appreciate the sentiment, although he would be lying if he said he listened to most of it. More than half of that time was spent thinking about you.

He feels like something bad is going to happen, chest heavy with guilt. The teen is no stranger to anxiety but lately it has all been so much worse. He's not sure if It's the constant lying is getting to him or if it's all the missions. He has nightmares, people question the bags under his eyes but no one knows the things he has seen. But you, you are his escape.

Perhaps that is too much pressure to put on a person, especially one he cannot admit his feelings to. If only you knew just how much he cared. 

The second thing on his mind was the phone. The stupid phone he threw out the window and has not seen since. It has to be somewhere on Toge's person. He'll find it, that's what matters. And speak of the devil, he happens to run into Toge—who is exiting Itadori's room with Panda.

Meanwhile Itadori is trying to make more room for everyone to get comfortable-throwing random crap in the closet and shuffling everything around. Megumi watches judgmentally.

"You invite everyone over and you didn't even clean your room?" He scoffs.

"I honestly thought no one would show up"

Thud! Something falls from Toge's bag, a phone with no case and no screen protector—it's all cracked up.

"Jeez what the hell is this?" Yuji picks up the device. "What business does Inumaki have carrying two phones around" Megumi grumbles, too disinterested to give an answer. Until Yuji gasps. "Do you...think he's selling drugs?"

"What? No, you idiot!"

"Well then for what?" Yuji unlocks the phone with ease, no passcode necessary. He laughs, immediately going to the messages.

Yet he only finds two message threads, one of the contact names reads 'Gojo Sensei'. Okay, makes sense. But the other one reads far more peculiar; Angel. Clicking on it shamelessly he is met with weeks worth of texts, he giggles, figuring Inumaki has a secret girlfriend or something. Oh, they are sooo about to clown on him. However the more he scrolls the more he realizes who this Angel person may be. Throw in the regular use of the word 'stalker' and creep, and it is all starting to click.

The pink haired boy gasps again, this time more dramatically. "Oh my god!"

"What?" Finally, Megumi's interest is peaked.

"Inumaki is yn's stalker!"

"What? There's no way!" Fushiguro stands up from his spot on Yuji's bed—grabbing the phone to see for himself. "I.....thought it was Okkotsu.." He admits, a bit discouraged that he was wrong for once. He thought it was quite obvious actually. Yuji nods in agreement.

"Put it away before he comes back!" Itadori tries to snatch it back.

The door flies open, it looks as if Inumaki was pushed through it. Megumi and Itadori are caught like a deer in headlights, Okkotsu shoves Toge to the side rather aggressively. He looks mad. The first years look...guilty. They avoid eye contact for reasons unknown. Itadori's hands are stuck behind his back, almost like he is hiding something. Yuta's eyes dart down to the unzipped backpack, he looks back up at them. They are practically having a conversation with their eyes, Yuji's eyebrows furrow—very obviously confused, Megumi gives nothing as always.

Toge cannot help but notice that Yuji seems to be holding something. He pulls his scarf down. "Show me your hands".

Thud! The phone hits the floor as Itadori extends his arms out, Panda gasps.

"Ohh shit" He laughs much to the dismay of Yuta who picks the phone up in one swift motion, careful to hold it away from Toge.

"What did you see?" Okkotsu questions.

"Nothing!"

"You're yn's stalker" Megumi deadpans, the complete opposite of his friend who is currently sweating bullets.

Toge laughs, squeezing by his stunned friend who is frozen in his place. He pats Megumi on the shoulder, a sly smile on his face. Panda finds himself a seat, very obviously amused with the situation. "So glad this is all out in the open now" He breathes a sigh of relief. "All this lying stresses me out"

"Stressing you out?" Yuta groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Imagine how I feel"

"Why don't you just tell her?" Yuji queries.

"Yeah, tell her you're a weird stalker. That'll go well" Megumi scoffs. "What were you thinking Okkotsu?"

"I wasn't thinking" He shakes his head, thinking back to that fateful day. For some reason, it all seemed like such a good idea back then. But now, looking back he thinks that maybe he is his own worst enemy. You seem to like him, the real him—without any strange text messages. You would probably be so hurt to know that he is actively lying to you every chance he gets.

"I'm gonna tell her"

"What? No you're not!"

"Tell who what?" Maki raises an eyebrow, Nobara and yourself in tow-all clutching bags of snacks.

"Yeah! Tell who what?" You chime in, unaware that it was Okkotsu he was speaking to in the first place. You plop yourself on the bed next to Toge, handing him his treats from the store. "Don't be lame! Tell us!"

Yuji and Megumi look at each other, clearly undecided on if they should tell you the truth or not. However, Yuji figures now might not be the most perfect time. You are happy, looking forward to a night of fun with your friends, he'd hate to ruin that. "Uhh we were just sayin' how pissed Nobara is gonna be when she finds out we're watching Human Earthworm again"

"Ugh NO!" The girl gripes. "I have seen that piece of crap enough already! Please don't make me sit through it again!"

"I'm not watching that dumb shit" Maki scoffs, grabbing the remote from the bedside table to shuffle through the movie titles. "I'll choose something"

"I like it" You pout, they look at you as if you are crazy. "It's campy and funny!...you wouldn't get it" You sigh.

"See! This girl knows what she's talking about!" Yuji says a bit too enthusiastically, giving you a friendly side hug. "You're a real one yn, don't ever forget that" He gives your shoulder a squeeze as you look up at him, offering up the bag of chips he asked for.

It is that moment that Itadori suddenly becomes aware of the harsh glare coming from Okkotsu, almost grimacing as his eyes remain stuck on where the two of you touch. He gets the message, letting go of you quickly—putting his hands up so that way the special grade could see them. Mouthing a 'sorry'.

Yuta was unaware that he failed to hide his distaste, silently scolding Yuji to put his hands down. This is exactly why he did not tell him, the boy does not have a smooth bone in his body. Okkotsu looks around as everyone makes themselves comfortable, you pat the spot on the bed beside you, beckoning him over. He gladly accepts, painfully aware of the way all of the guys are staring at him. This is going to be a disaster of a night, in this moment he does not trust any of them to keep his secret.

"Heyy" Your soft voice snaps him out of hit, you speak low enough that he is the only one who hears. "Missed you"

He chuckles nervously, immediately feeling his heartbeat speed up. "Yeah?" He asks earnestly, he cannot comprehend that fact that you think of him in situations he has no control over. He wishes to know what you say about him when he is not around.

"Mhm" You nod, giving your best smile. Somehow, you have grown more confident in your 'flirting' abilities. You no longer doubt every little thing you say, he makes you feel comfortable—like you can be yourself. Who knew that being yourself and turning him into a blushing mess would coincide? "Was thinking about you today"

He chokes on his spit. "Thinking about what?"

"Nothing too crazy" You shrug. "Just how nice you are"

He laughs softly. "Well uh thank you...m'glad you think that" Yuta is suddenly aware of how close the two of you are sitting, faces dangerously close to one another. He knows you are only leaning in to hear him better over the loud chatter of your friends, but another part wonders if you are doing it so he can stare at your plump lips (which he definitely was not doing). "And however much you missed me...I probably missed you more"

You giggle, breaking eye contact finally. Only to look over at Nobara who silently claps enthusiastically at the interaction. You are thankful his back is facing her. "What's there to miss?"

"A lot of stuff" He speaks honestly, you consume his mind most days, especially as of late. It is an annoying itch which cannot be scratched, a part of him thinks that maybe it is a bad thing to act like such a lovestruck fool. But then again he would not have the pleasure of knowing you, so he will take his chances. He is clearly lost in thought thinking of any example possible but all he can focus on is the sweet smell of your perfume. "Got such a pretty face....think about that a lot"

You giggle again, looking away and hiding your face—obviously not expecting an answer like that. You almost feel embarrassed.

That feeling soon doubles when Panda shushes the two of you as he turns the lights off. "You two! Quit flirting, the movie's about to start!"

If it had not been for the lights being out, you would have immediately caught notice of the boy's reddened cheeks at the sudden call out. Yet he does not stop that from making himself comfortable, soon lying down and even sharing a blanket with you. Your friends tease the two of you but you ignore the comments, an occasional 'shut up' when someone decides to bring it up again.

That doesn't stop him from holding your hand beneath the blanket either.

。。。・゜★

It is pretty late when the group decides to wrap things up, Maki and Nobara are unsurprisingly the first ones to go, seeing as they were not too keen on joining in the first place. They ask if you want to just head back with them so you do not have to walk by yourself. Okkotsu (of course) takes it upon himself to say that he will make sure you get back to your dorm safe. So you wait for him out in the hall as he argues with Toge about something you aren't too sure about. Honestly, you're too tired to care—a yawn escapes your lips as you rub your eyes lazily.

Yuuji and Megumi come walking out, both of them freeze when they spot you out there alone. Yuji already told himself he was not going to spill the beans. He wants to redeem himself seeing as there was definitely a reason Yuta chose to keep this information from him. Both Megumi and Nobara have told him how terrible he is at keeping secrets before so it's really no surprise to him. Megumi however, feels as if he is morally obligated to tell you the truth. His arms are crossed as he fights with that voice inside his head telling him to just say it.

The last thing he wants is to get involved in this mess, truly. But he cannot help but think that he would do it for any one of his friends, and you would likely do it for him too. No one deserves to be lied to. "Hey yn! Gotta tell you something" He calls out.

You look up from your phone that you were previously scrolling on to kill your boredom.

"L-later guys I'm going to bed" Yuji shuts his door behind him.

You find yourself standing there with Megumi, who stares at you blankly. You can never get a read on him, he's friendly enough. Just so painstakingly quiet that you feel like you have not connected much with him. "Yeah?"

The door suddenly opens, Itadori ushering the rest of his guests out before slamming it behind him hurriedly. Yuta notices the way the two of you are stood there, talking about something—hopefully not him. He picks up his pace a bit, purposefully bumping into Megumi's arm to catch his attention.

Fushiguro looks at him, eyes narrowing in pure judgement. He wants to call him pathetic for not having the balls to just be honest with you. Looking back at you, he sighs, finally accepting the decision to just let it be. Not get himself involved in something that is clearly not any of his business. "I was just wondering if you still have that book I lent you, need it for an assignment"

You gasp softly. "Ohh yeahhh! My bad, I totally forgot I had it. We can meet up tomorrow so I can give it back!"

"Don't worry about it" He dismisses. "But uh sounds good, see you tomorrow"

"Bye Fushiguro!" You wave the boy goodbye as he turns heel back to his dorm.

Yuta breathes a sigh of relief. It felt like he was holding it in all that time. Well, it still kind of feels that way. He walks you home, the two of you talk about nothing important; how school was, plans for the weekend, updates on your stalker. You're about halfway through when his fingers brush against yours, seemingly asking for something without using words. You're going on about some show Nobara watches that you just cannot get imto, he laughs as you imitate the ridiculous dialogue between the characters. His fingers find their place with yours, softly intertwining them together. Neither of you acknowledge it except for a shy smile from both sides.

And when you arrive at your dorm he gives a tender hug, mumbling in your ear about how he'd like to see you this weekend if that's okay with you. You give him a kiss on the cheek before slipping into your room.

Neither of you acknowledge that either.

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[love--and--venom]

I Make You (You Make Me): Chapter Five

Summary: Your day goes incredibly wrong after Dispatch posts a new article

Warnings: jungwon is MAD mad, assault, semi-graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, everyone is having a bad time (sorry y/n)

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The schedule for today started early in the morning, meaning the boys were gone before the sun had risen. You could’ve gone to this one, but they weren’t about to wake you up at the crack of dawn just to drag you through their busy day. Time felt like it was going so fast but somehow so fucking slow at the same time. They were taking a break with everyone sprawled out on the floor of the studio, scrolling on their phones.

“Oh, fuck,” Jake cursed as he bolted upright, startling the other members. “Jungwon, you need to see this.” The young leader shuffled over to read the article pulled up on Jake’s phone.

“Shit.” 

“What? What happened?” Jay asked while sitting up. Jungwon sighed, the sound coming out closer to a growl.

“Dispatch,” Jake explained. “They have a new article, ‘more idol groups sharing a soulmate?! TXT, Xikers, and Enhypen confirmed’.” 

“Fuck, does it give their names?” Sunoo further questioned, rushing to pull up Twitter to check their tag.

“They posted more than just their names. They put in photos of them and their usernames,” Jake explained as he skimmed through the article.

“Sunghoon, call Beomgyu,” Jungwon ordered as he stood. “Does anyone have any of Xikers’ phone numbers?”

“I do,” Sunoo confirmed.

“Call him. They need to know, if they haven’t seen the article themselves. I’m getting Min–” Jungwon froze, growing paler as horror spread across his face.

“What’s wrong?” Heeseung’s eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t like the way the younger boy just… stopped. Jungwon’s eyes snapped over to the eldest.

“Call Y/N right fucking now. She’s hurt.” He turned and ran to find Minjun, ignoring the panicked shouts from his members.

“God dammit,” Heeseung swore under his breath. His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for you to pick up.

Your morning was incredibly uneventful. You gave up on applying to jobs, there were no new shows to watch, and you opened and closed tiktok at least four times. Simply put, you were bored. Which led you to where you were now: rifling through the kitchen cabinets to find something to bake. You had almost all of the ingredients for peanut butter cookies, you were just missing one thing. 

You hummed, tapping your fingers against your chin. All you needed was a bag of Hershey Kisses. Was it really worth it to order them on doordash when a convenience store was less than five minutes away? Yes, you were supposed to stay in the dorms. But seriously, you’d be there and back in fifteen minutes at most. You nodded to yourself, grabbing your keys and phone before heading out the door. What the boys didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. Plus there would be cookies!

You walked briskly down the street, going straight to the candy section once you reached the store. You really didn’t mean to buy more than the Kisses, but there was a new flavor of that soda you liked, and you needed more mints for your purse. Oh, and Sunghoon mentioned something about these chips, and– okay. This was definitely longer than fifteen minutes, but in your defense, you were left unsupervised. You thanked the cashier and left with a much fuller bag than anticipated. Whatever, you’d be back at the dorms soon and the boys would still be none the wiser. 

“What the f–!” You stumbled as a set of hands dragged you into an alley. You were shoved against the brick wall, blocked in by a group of three girls. 

“This is her?” The shortest girl scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. “They are so out of her league.”

“Oh, definitely,” a girl with her hair in a long ponytail agreed. The last girl, one with short hair and glasses, watched in silence.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” You snapped.

“Us? You think we’re the issue here?” Ponytail retorted while rolling her eyes.

“You just pulled me into an alley! Obviously you’re the fucking issue,” you continued, throwing your hands up before letting them fall against your thighs.

“Shut up!” Short girl yelled. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, fuck this,” you mumbled and tried to push past the three girls. Ponytail and Glasses stopped you with rough hands to each of your shoulders. 

“Don’t act like you don’t know!” Ponytail accused and harshly poked the center of your chest.

“I’m not acting!” You argued while swatting her hand away. “What the fuck is going on?!”

“Enhypen!” Glasses exploded. A sharp crack echoed down the alley as her palm made contact with your cheek. You stared at her in disbelief, brushing your fingers gingerly over the reddened skin.

“I don’t know how you did it, but I know you fucking lied about being their soulmate,” Ponytail spat. “You tricked them, you bitch!”

“What?!” You screeched. “You’re doing this cus you think I’m their soulmate?!”

“We don’t think, we know,” Glasses sneered. “It’s all over Dispatch.”

“And you really believe those assholes?!”

“Enough! Just do it, Seoah!” Short girl demanded. Your eyes widened and you flattened yourself against the wall as Ponytail invaded your space. Her foot swept into your ankle, knocking you to the ground with a yelp. You doubled over after she kicked your ribs, but that only gave her the opportunity to hit your nose. Tears blurred your vision as blood dripped down your chin.

“Stay away from Enhypen,” one of the girls, you couldn’t tell which one at that point, snarled as she stomped on your ankle. And just as quickly as they appeared, the three girls were gone. You coughed, pushing yourself to sit up against the wall. Your phone buzzed on the pavement where it had fallen out of your pocket. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” Heeseung asked the second the call connected. “Jungwon said you’re hurt, what happened?”

“U-Uh,” you whimpered when you gently poked the bruise forming on your ankle. “I was just walking back from the convenience store—”

“You left the dorms?!”

“It was down the street!” You pressed the sleeve of your hoodie to your nose. “It was only supposed to be fifteen minutes! I don’t know what’s happening, Hee.” 

“Turn on your location, I’m coming to you.” There was some arguing on his end while you did as he asked. “Okay, correction. Me, Jay, and Riki are on our way.”

“Stay on the call,” Jay cut in. 

“Okay.” You took deep, shaky breaths to fight off the wave of panic. They were still talking to you, but none of it registered in your mind. 

“Oh, fuck.” You turned to the mouth of the alley at the sound of Heeseung’s voice. They rushed to your side, dropping to their knees to assess the damage. 

“Her ankle is swollen,” Jay said as his thumb brushed over the bruise. “We need to get her to a doctor.”

“Y/N, baby,” Heeseung coaxed your hand away from your face, inhaling sharply at the blood smeared under your nose and on your chin. Your resolve crumbled, collapsing into his chest while sobs wracked your body. You clung to his shirt and Riki’s hand while the three of them quietly consoled you.

“Hey,” Jay spoke into his phone, keeping one hand on your back. “Yeah, we found her. No. She went to the CU on the corner. Jungwon—” you tuned out the rest of the one-sided conversation. 

“Come on, sweetheart.” Heeseung pulled back, swiping the tears from under your eyes before turning around. “Help her get on my back.” He stood once Riki got you situated, linking his hands under your butt to support your weight. Jay took the lead while Riki walked behind you with a hand on your back. People stared as you passed by, making you drop your forehead to Heeseung’s shoulder so you could hide behind your arms. At the ER, a nurse brought in a wheelchair to bring you to an exam room. She held up a hand when the three boys tried to follow after you.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to stay in the waiting room,” she stated firmly. 

“But–”

“It’s policy,” the nurse interrupted Jay when he started to protest. “We can’t have more people than necessary in the exam room.”

“Can one of them come?” You asked, looking up at her with wide, glassy eyes. “Please?”

“Alright,” she sighed. “But just one.”

“I’ll go with her,” Riki said as he grabbed your hand. “You guys need to call Jungwon and the cops.” The older boys reluctantly agreed, watching you and their youngest member disappear down the hall.

You barely had a chance to settle into the patient room before your six other soulmates rushed in, although you were too tired to react much to the outburst. You stayed slumped against Riki’s side while he gently scratched your scalp. You were certain they were talking about you, but you weren’t really listening as you drifted between being awake and sleeping.

“Ms. L/N,” Minjun’s stern voice cut through the others, shaking you from your stupor. “The police are here, can you tell them what happened?” You nodded, and a young female cop stepped forward with a notepad. She dutifully jotted down the details of your report, stopping to ask a few questions here and there. Most of the boys stayed close to the bed, but Jungwon sat in a chair against the wall, glaring at the linoleum floor tiles. He waited until Minjun and the cop left the room, then pulled up Weverse on his phone.

“Are you seriously doing a live right now?” Sunoo asked incredulously, rolling his eyes when the leader responded with a single nod. Even though it was an unannounced stream in the middle of the day, Engenes immediately joined. The comments flooded with worry, especially since Jungwon sat silently rather than making idle chit-chat like he normally would. Soon, several thousand viewers were on the stream.

“Engene,” he finally began, not bothering to hide his anger. “I’m sure you can tell that I’m not in a good mood right now. I’m also sure many of you saw the article on Dispatch.

I am only speaking for Enhypen, not for TXT or Xikers. They will talk to Moa and Roadys when they’re ready. Yes, all seven of us have the same soulmate.”

“Jungwon,” Heeseung warned and was met with an icy glare. He narrowed his eyes at the young leader. “Be careful with what you say.” Jungwon chose to ignore the eldest, turning back to the camera.

“I’m only telling you this now because our soulmate was just assaulted and belittled by three girls who claim to be Engene.” The comments ranged from sympathetic to outraged, but one thing was definite: those girls were not true Engenes. 

“I’m glad to see that so many of you are showing your support. Because,” Jungwon paused to take a deep breath, hastily swiping some stray tears away. “If those girls are watching right now, just know that I felt it. I felt every ounce of fear and pain you inflicted on my soulmate.”

“Take another breath,” Jay instructed while rubbing between Jungwon’s shoulder blades. “We’re right here.”

“Engene is asking what the girls look like,” Jake spoke up to give his leader a chance to compose himself. He had the stream pulled up on his phone and was reading the swiftly-moving chat. “They want to help us find these girls.”

“Y/N, can you describe them?” Jungwon tensed at the spike of fear that came from you. “I’m not going to put you on camera. If you don’t want them to hear you, tell Ni-Ki and he can relay it to Engene.”

“Alright, one of them was pretty short,” Riki announced as you tiredly mumbled to him. “She was definitely less than 160cm. She called another girl Seoah, who was the tallest and had really long hair and a mole under her right eye. The last girl had short hair and glasses. That’s all we have.”

“It’s not a lot to go off of, but if you do find them, tell us,” Jungwon insisted. “Don’t try to fix it yourselves. We have a police report going, so we can pass any information to them.”

“This was sudden, and none of us were ready to announce it yet,” Jay sighed and crouched so he was in frame. “So please don’t overwhelm her. You all respect us and let us have our privacy. Do the same for her.”

“Bye for now, Engene,” Jungwon saluted half-heartedly. “Good luck.”

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End Game 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesn’t go exactly as planned.

Characters: Andy Barber

Note: I'm a sleepy babay.

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There’s a finality to the tap of your thumb. You hold the block button for a moment before you let it go. The window pops up asking if you’re sure. Yes. Certain. This is just a mistake and when you’re older and wiser, you’ll be thankful you made it. If you even remember it. 

You lay back and put your phone down. Done. Over. No more Jacob. No Andy.  

Maybe you’ll go back and see Kara again, or she can come here, even if she hates this town. You can at least be thankful that it reconnected you two, and you have to be grateful to learn a hard lesson. Don’t mess with strangers online. You’re better off alone. 

You close your eyes. You’re exhausted. Mentally, emotionally, and yes, physically. Who knew scooping ice cream could be so much work? 

When you wake up, you’re sore and still groggy. The sun peers in at you brightly in the slat between the curtains. You groan and hide under the pillow. Your shift starts at noon. You can’t spend all morning doing nothing or the whole day is wasted. 

You drag yourself out of bed. Your grandma is still asleep. You’re sure she was up until dawn with her latest haul from the used book store. You clean up the cluster of wrappers around her chair and tidy up the kitchen, dumping the old coffee and brewing a new pot. 

You go to grab your phone and pause as you see an unusual notification. Your email? Huh. You don’t really use that besides for school. You open it up, thinking it might be about enrolment. No. It’s him. Andy. Holy moly. 

You scroll up and down, skimming the blocks of text. Oh god. You hit delete. You’re not reading all that. You said what needed to be said. 

You have your coffee and load the machine for whenever your mother gets out of bed. You eat and wash up, catching up on some Youtube before you make yourself get your uniform on. You head out, walking to work to enjoy the sunshine, and key in between tying on your apron and chatting with Gavin, the high schooler who does half-shifts every now and then.  

He leaves at four and you have your complimentary cone just after five. Peanut butter chocolate; classic. You eat at the window as you watch the mostly empty street. Your phone vibrates and you slide it out, hoping to take advantage of the lull. 

WhatsApp request? No way. The shammy recruiters always want a piece of you. At least you never fell for that. 

You bite into the cone and your phone suddenly blows up with Insta notifications. Bots! Ugh. So annoying. Every new follower is faceless with some generated name. You mute the notifications and put your cell away. You really are a boring person. 

As you look up, tires crush over a patch of gravel and your barely catch a glimpse of the car as it rolls just around the corner. You feel like you’ve missed something. Maybe your grandma is right about you always having your nose buried in a screen. Who is she to talk? She lives in her novels. 

Your shift ends at eight. You lock up and stop by the convenience store down the block. Nothing special, just a tray of carbonara you can shove in the nuke. As you pay at the counter, the door chimes to signal another customer. You accept your meagre meal as the other patron strides into the aisle. You don’t look over as you go directly for the door. You’re starving for more than a scoop. 

Your footsteps seem to echo through the dull streets. The frozen meal makes your hand hurt as your other holds your cell phone close. You text Kara as you finally get through the essay she wrote about Calvin’s latest antics. You wish you could convince her to play something. You feel aimless without an analog stick under your thumb. 

There’s a scuff, close behind you, loud enough to make you jump. You fumble with your phone and glance over your shoulder. You don’t see anything but the thick oak outside Luella’s. Ugh. Alright, you need to eat and lay down. It hasn’t been a busy day but still a long one. 

You pass through your grandma’s front door. She’s where she always is, in her chair, but something’s off. Something’s different. The smell of pollen hangs in the air and a pot stands on the coffee table with several white orchids tall in the soil. You frown. The last time you got her flowers, she didn’t even put them in a vase. 

“Oh, those are pretty,” you say. 

“Mph, not mine,” she grumbles, not looking up. 

“Not... who’s...” 

“Delivery man said your name. I didn’t read the card. I’m not a snoop.” 

You nod, thankful at least that she isn’t nosy. You go to the table and examine the pot. Who would send you flowers? 

You take the card off the tall pronged stick and open the envelope. You slide out the paper and unfold it. 

‘I know I’ve told you a million times, so I’ll show you how sorry I am instead. Yours always, Andy.’ 

You nearly drop your handful. Your eyes flick up to the pot and you have to stop yourself from pushing it off the table. What the hell? How... how does he know where you live? You never even mentioned what town you’re from. He only knows your college and it’s so small, he wouldn’t have heard of it. 

It’s enough to unsettle you. That he knows where you live is bad enough but the flowers themselves make a point. It’s not over. He’s not walking away but what else can you say to make him? Didn’t he get it? You think were pretty nice considering. 

“You got some boy?” Your grandma raises her eyes from the page. You can’t remember the last time she even bothered looking at you. 

“Not exactly,” you tuck the card away and put it in your pocket. “I’m going to make my dinner.” 

“Eh,” she grumbles, “fine. Get them flowers somewhere else. They stink.” 

You lift the vase, hugging it around the pot, and carry it from the room. You balance it against your hip and go into the kitchen. You use your free hand to pull open the freezer and put the pasta inside. You’re not so hungry anymore. 

🎮

The irises are pretty. The pot they came in is fancy, probably expensive. It underlines once more the gap between you and the real Jacob. Between you and Andy.

It only reminds you of how ridiculous you must have sounded. So, you just can’t understand why he’s doing this? Why is he still trying? For you? A girl with dwindling hopes of even finishing her low-tier college degree. 

You try to forget. You don’t have a shift that day but you can’t just sit around. Usually, you would. You’d hole up in your bedroom and play video games. Not anymore. He ruined that. You’re disappointed you’re letting him. 

You got down to the library for a while and wander around. There’s nothing there you’re very interested in. They still haven’t got the latest release in the series you’d read in high school. Oh well, you’ll wait around until one day you learn the fate of those revolutionary spies. 

You walk the main strip of the town. It isn’t very extensive. There’s a coffee shop and the used bookstore which also carries hobby supplies. There’s the same diner that’s been there since you were a kid and the interchangeable business that open and close year after year. 

There’s a vibe in your pocket. It’s not Kara. Another WhatsApp request, more Insta bots, and Discord. You haven’t been on the server in ages. You couldn’t keep up with all the channels and most of it was arguing about mining strategies. 

It’s Andy. Frig. You should’ve blocked him there too. You just hadn’t thought of it. 

‘Did you like the flowers?’ 

You don’t answer but he’ll see that you read it. It isn’t long before he’s typing. 

‘I am still very sorry. I wish you’d talk to me. Hear me out.’ 

Hear him out? He said everything. His son is dead and he lied to you. That’s not anything you can hash out. 

‘I know you’re not working today. I’ll make a new world and we can chat there.’ 

No. That’s not going to happen. Over. O-V-E-R. It’s done. You’re not going to be like Kara. When you cut the cord, it’s snipped. 

You won’t answer. That’s just bait. He’ll keep nibbling if you do that. You press the chat settings and block. That’s better, you can’t breathe. 

You put your phone on silent and back in your pocket. You wish you had the money to try the sushi place. It won’t last long in the bodunk town so you probably won’t ever get to. Oh well. Back on campus, they sell decent California rolls at the cafeteria. Decent, not necessarily good. 

You go home. To your grandma’s house. It doesn’t always feel like home. You know she’s counting the days until you leave. You are too. 

You wish you were brave enough to apologise. To say sorry your mom and dad didn’t want you. That she got stuck with you. It feels like saying it out loud would be worse. Just wallow in the unspoken resent, one day you won’t ever come back and maybe then you can both be happy. 

In your room, you don’t know what to do with yourself. Your Switch taunts you from across the room. You want to mine or race or even scare yourself with some Hellblade. You can’t. More Youtube. More wasted time. That’s what people like you do; people from small towns with no one who loves them and no money; waste time. 

The mindless videos help you relax but not forget. You just can’t get rid of the little tickle at the back of your head. There’s a tinge of shame that remains and a sliver of guilt. It will go. It has to, one day. 

You catch yourself staring at the orchid. You can smell it. You want to throw it away but that feels rude. Even if Andy would never know, even if you shouldn’t care. He hurt you, didn’t he? He lied. Well, you could give it to Mahalia next door, she loves flowers. 

You lay in indecision. You don’t want to do anything but lay there. Now that you’re still, you have no strength. Your day off is chipped away in your laziness.  

The next day awaits you with another shift at the booth. And the day after and the day after. 

Your fourth day in a row and you get a new Discord message. You know even before you open it, even by the blank avatar and nondescript username. It’s him. Just leave me alone. Let it go. Let me forget. 

‘I know you don’t want to hear from me but I need you to hear me. I can’t stop thinking of you and what happened. I can do better. Please, let me apologise.’ 

Blocked. Again.

Work. Again.  

You’re half asleep as you fill cones with soft serve. You smile and swallow yawns, faking it for the hyper children and cheerful couples. 

When it slows, you work on cleaning the freezer, switching out empty containers with ones from the deep freeze. As you check the soft serve, there’s a tap on the open walk-up window. Oh shoot. You should’ve been paying better attention. 

You turn back to greet the next customer but as you approach the window, your chest deflates. Frozen, like the tubs around you. You stare at Andy as he smiles at you. He wears a short-sleeve button up with blue, grey, and white stripes. His hair blows in the soft breeze. 

“Do you have butterscotch ripple?” He asks brightly. 

You blink and hesitate. You don’t know what to do. How did he get here? How did he find you? Why is he here? 

You reach for the window and before he can stop you, you shut it. You lock it from the inside and step back. His face falls and his brow arches as he stands straight. He says your name, his voice muffled by the glass, and puts his palm to the barrier. 

“Please,” he begs. 

You shake your head and turn your back to him. If your manager was here, you’d be in shit. That’s a no-no. Never turn away a customer, only shut the window when you lock up. 

You ignore him and go back to tidying. There could be a line up out there but you don’t care. Your hands are shaking and it’s not just the temperature.

You just can’t believe he’s there. You can’t believe he won’t just give up. You don’t want to believe it because you’re afraid. You’re terrified and he seems entirely clueless about how scary he’s being. 

Flowers are one thing but showing up at your job? That’s a flaming red flag that even you can see. Not only because you told him plainly that you don’t want to talk to him again, but because he’s a grown man. Fortysomething and he can’t take a hint. Why would a man his age want to talk to someone as young as you? That’s another red flag on its own. As if catfishing you wasn’t enough. 

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a court of flame and fog chapter seven

neris ( nesta x eris )・autumn court au・m nesta makes a different decision, saying goodbye to the night court and forging a path of her own. ao3 : chapter one -or- chapter seven

a marriage of convenience becomes something more

7. burning together ❦

His back to her, Eris dresses in what Nesta can only assume is evening attire

—tan and loose linen pants buttoning in a high waist with an equally loose white shirt tucking in, his feet sliding into corduroy slippers. A burgundy and gold-threaded robe from his armoire confirms her assumption. He’s entirely too clothed, but she can fix that.

The just-visible raising of Eris’ brows when he turns around nearly brings a catlike grin to Nesta’s lips.

His eyes stay valiantly, annoyingly on hers. “Turning in for the night?”

“No, definitely not,” is her simple answer.

He says, “Ah,” as if he understands her meaning but stands there frozen in place, an unusually blank look on his face.

She realizes she must be direct. “Whatever you were thinking of doing – some leisure reading in your armchair or poring over court scrolls at your desk – you’ll have to put it off.”

Eris’ lips twist into the roguish smile she had come to miss on him. “If my Lady says so.”

“She does.” Mock imperiousness raises her chin. “And she says you will remove your clothes if you know what’s good for you.”

His chuckle is smug satisfaction as much as it is amusement. She feels it like a tangible thing, warm all down her spine and resting between her legs. “Her wish is my command.”

Amber eyes stay locked with hers as he takes off each piece of clothing. The robe shrugged off and behind him. The ruffled nightshirt pulled up his torso and over his head. The linen pants untied, and stepped out of, with nothing underneath them. Because Autumn folk wear no undergarments, bless them.

Nude before her, Eris reminds Nesta of a statue from the Continent; she had seen detailed illustrations of the most famous in the pages of books. He looks just like those poised bearings and toned forms carved from marble. Except the member between his legs is no minuscule thing.

She stares too long at him. It was always the pretty ones who stole her eyes when she was human…

Smug from the beginning, Eris only grows more so. “I see my Lady approves.”

The heating of Nesta’s cheeks tells her they’re staining with unmistakable color. Regardless, her reply is a haughty, “You’ll do.”

And she’s glad of it, too—for the laughter brightening his face. She thrills at making Eris laugh, coveting that sound like nothing else, warming under it like a moth to flame.

He comes over and lowers himself next to her. To take her hand in both of his, saying with mock solemnity, “The words every male wants to hear.”

Eris watches Nesta chuckle, his eyes going to her mouth. A blink of his heavy red lashes and her smile fades. His long, elegant fingers brush softly against her chin. They angle her for a kiss. At first, their lips meet with careful control—in slow, almost chaste contact. Then breath leave their lips, and searching tongues find each other. Restraint breaks away, shattered and forgotten.

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ao3 : chapter one -or- chapter seven

d i v i d e r : @tsunami-of-tears

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(hello it's me fandomworld. Clarifying because it won't let me ask from that blog since it is my side blog)

I saw you mention your AUS and I got super excited and curious!

Please do share headcanons for some of the characters? Maybe Sans and Papyrus? Definitely Grillby. (He is in my top 5 favorites of Undertale characters

immediately slams door open and drops stacks of papers on the random made up table that definitely was there before if you say otherwise you are lying

I cannot tell you how much I would love to share my Aus but putting all of them in the same post would be too long so I might make separate posts with them and just link them on the previous one I made.

I will HAPPILY share my head cannons tho??? Yes??? Hey, there's a lot of reading for head cannons under this for Papyrus, Sans, and Grillby, do proceed with caution because there may be stuff you do not like! Not 18+ but still! (this is mostly for ppl scrolling through a tag and don't want it bombarded with a wall of text (me core))

Oh I am SO FUCKING HAPPY to be able to share these. I just got back into Undertale recently (I've always been into Undertale but it's an hyperfixation in the back of my mind, now it's in the front of my mind) and cannot get these skrunly fuckers out of my head. /pos. I have not played Undertale or am caught up on my lore since it's been a while so I'm going off memory.

Sans

- He was training to be a scientist like his father (W.D Gaster) but after the incident, he gave up and focused on Papyrus - The ONLY survivor of the core incident, he is the only one that remembers! - He does remember some resets but not all, and they're mostly genocide resets, doesn't matter if the copy of that game was mostly pacifist, if there was one genocide then he would remember only that one clearly! Convenient. - He does know of AUs but would rather not meddle with them, kinda sees it as a waste of time - He is stronger than he lets on but doesn't purposefully make monsters think he's weak due to his 1HP. He just doesn't fight or spar with others because he's too tired. He's not the one to go "Oooh yeaah.. I can't fiiiight.." he will fight if needed, but no one challenges him due to his health. They don't think he's weak or can't dodge, just scared there will be an unlucky time where he's too tired to dodge. - Constantly using magic! Which is why he's so tired. What's he using his magic on? I dunno! Its wasted but he doesn't even know he's using it so he can't stop. - He admires his brother a lot for being able to stay happy through tough times. - He appreciates Grillby a lot, he would pay but he has no money, so he pays in telling monsters to go to his bar - He's got a kinda father-son relationship with the king but refuses to admit he sees the goat as a father figure. - He still does some science in the background, most of his income is helping Alphys with small things. He mostly fixes stuff. - He used to drink a bit but he quit, he now replaces it with ketchup so he gets the satisfaction of drinking something from a bar without the actual alcohol. - Loves routines.

Papyrus

- Biggest sensory issues of all time. The inside of the gloves is a very soft material, he has another pair where the material is more silky. Once he touched a material so bad he shot a blaster at it, he's never shot a blaster before that moment. - He's not weak or weaker, he has strong attacks like blasters, he just doesn't use them that much since he feels they can be overkill at times. - He only summons his blaster if someone is sad or if he's having a bad day and needs some company. - Most of his bad days are just overstimulation, everyone could be the nicest monsters ever, but everything just feels wrong to the touch or to the thought that he has a bad day. - Him and his brother weren't exactly rich; they lived in a house but were not able to afford anything outside of the necessities. Which is why he loves to get gifts for other to show love, he wasn't able to before, so he wants to now before his chance runs out. - He doesn't like tight spaces - He sometimes sees Undyne as a sister, while seeing Asgore as a father-figure - Spaghetti is his comfort food, he loves to eat Undyne's but refuses to eat any others unless they follow her recipe. - He likes routines but if something goes off track, he doesn't mind - Remembers some resets but think they're just dreams

Before I continue I feel like I should say that Grillby is my favorite and I have more for him than anyone else

Grillby

- Grillby is an orphan! His mom and dad died in the war, he was raised in an orphanage funded by the king and queen, but no one wanted to adopt him - Fire elementals don't summon weapons like some other monsters do, they have a weapon of choice they can put magic into and use! Grillby's weapon of choice is a bow - Him and Sans are around the same age, they met when Grillby snuck away (for the 10th time) and Grillby decided they were friends. - He was a very outgoing and energetic kid, but he was always lectured by the staff to "be careful, you're going to burn something one day" no matter how much control he had over his fire. The staff basically snuffed out any form of personality he had for "safety" - Hes not too keen on fighting. - Fuku is not his blood daughter, she is a random fire elemental he found one day when he was 19, he had good money then so he decided to take her in. - Of course, he is weak to water, but he can survive waterfall due to the fact the waterdrops evaporate before hitting his flames. If it was water thrown at him like a glass or a hose, he'd be screwed. - He doesn't mind that Sans doesn't pay, money isn't really a need for him and Sans pays in telling other about the bar. - He enjoys when monsters use him as a heater or roast marshmallows on him, helps him remember he isn't just a safety hazard. - Fire elementals are extremely adaptable! If someone handed him a random weapon, he'd know how to use it almost immediately with only a few mess ups. Give this man a g!n and he'd accidentally shoot a few monsters before actually being able aim like hes used it since he was a child. - He'd be able to survive a bit longer if he was injected with determination. Not survive survive, just not melt for a minute more than the others. - Hates, absolutely HATES tight and enclosed spaces, it reduces the oxygen he needs to keep his fire running, he could die if he's in a space like that for too long. Almost happened once! - Remembers a few resets and knows what they are, but keeps his mouth shut since he may sound crazy - He'd absolutely wear a dress, and he knows how to walk in heels (playing dress-up with kids from the orphanage) - He has a few cat attributes and mannerisms due to one of his parents being a cat. He can have claws, he hisses sometimes (mostly at water thrown at him), He likes to sit on counters when he's allowed, among other things. (it's mostly up to who's writing him how cat-like he is.) - His flames show his emotions! He can hide it at times but not well! The emotion the color represents depends on the person! (I can and WILL go into more detail if asked)

Aaaaand thats it! Thank you so much for asking me this and I would LOVE to explain my Aus if you'd be willing to hear! The last one is more Grillby centric but eh, hes my favorite and I can project onto him.

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

I'm not a "ship" person whatsoever but I do scroll character tags on occasion and see quite a bit of Vox and Vel together as well as what seems to be a lot of what I'm assuming is female original character stuff. I've even seen some Charlie and Vox too. So it's out there, but unless you're scrolling through character tags I can see how it might be hard to find. Personally, I also block/filter a lot of the big "ship" tags so maybe that also makes it easier for me to stumble across this stuff that "slips" through since I don't know if those pairings have names.

I get your point though. I do think many are inclined to erase his bisexuality when it's convenient. Interestingly, they also erase Valentino's pansexuality too. The same with Husk as well, but I check his tag a lot less so who knows.

What disappoints me, and I know I'm about to come off as nit-picky right now lol, is the lack of research people put into their "sexuality" headcanons for the characters with reference to their different eras. When reading some of them, you'd think the idea of "gay rights" was a completely new and foreign topic that only emerged after the early 2000s. I get people want to go for the simplistic "repressed and doesn't know what being [insert identity here] is" for some of the older characters but that completely ignores a fascinating and rich tapestry of queer history that could create far more interesting (and still accurate) stories for the characters/their backgrounds. I would really encourage those who haven't already or are generally unfamiliar to dive into this history as it might inspire their character ideas while also educate them on the work, art, and activism our queer elders have contributed to the community we have today.

I think this may partially relate to character ages being under explored as well. While I've seen debate on what is canon/has been decanonized many of these characters, as far as we know, died in their late 30s and beyond. That's a lot of life to live and experience. While certainly many people throughout history (and even today) kept their sexuality hidden from the public due to culture, shame, and safety that doesn't mean there weren't many incredible private venues/spaces that could be utilized to explore those feelings/identities in secret.

I could go on and on about this but I've totally strayed from your original point (I'm sorry!) and I'm very tired haha. I just think there are multiple factors coming into play here with these character interpretations and, for me, the biggest missed opportunity is the lack of historical research. But end of the day people should have their fun! Just an observation.

Completely agree with this! I doubt my response will be as long since I just woke up but other characters doing certain things or not knowing about sexualities is interesting, it just seems like a lot of people think older people don’t want to explore any of that like it only just happened recently as you said. I like to joke about Angel being shocked about gay marriage and not knowing a bunch of current terms but thats about it. With him being in the mafia when he was alive makes it much more interesting as well, I’m pretty sure around his time the mafia was blackmailing men in gay bars but dont quote me on that I might be wrong.

Anyway for Husk and Valentino pan erasure I see that a bunch too. Not exactly erasure but just… ignoring it? Moreso erasure on Valentino’s end because Ive seen people get mad at people for shipping Valentino with a woman and was like “hes gay dont do that” no he isnt. Also dont ship Valentino with anyone for the love of god. But like people are super used to just making up headcanons that they dont bother to look up actual canon stuff. I know Hazbin isn’t the best but if you want canonically LGBTQ+ characters use what you have and add on later. Or headcanon a background character, thats what I did with Molly.

People are very focused on modern day queerness and forget that this stuffs been happening for decades and it’s a bit sad. Also I seem to have strayed from my own question as well?? Anyway ty for mentioning this! Its very interesting 🩷

[dalekowrites]

Hey! In the novel the in between, what genders are the actual love interest? I know for the interactive novel you can select preferred gender but I was curious what you had assigned them in the novel ( would love to read just am not sure where to buy it from ) thank you ❤️

This is so sweet, thank you! I never actually published the novel in Italian I straight up converted it into an interactive fiction in English, but I really appreciate the thought.

I started writing the novel in 2017, and coming from a rather homophobic environment, the first thing that struck me about that university was how open-minded it was. I had already published a fiction book, and I was about to release a second one, an LGBT-themed drama set in the last century. But this time, I thought, why not write a story with non-cishet characters living in a setting that reflects my everyday life… and actually make it work! At the same time, though, I didn’t want that to be the main focus. It had to be a drama novel, yes, but of a different kind...

The protagonist in the original novel is Nicola, a skinny, introverted guy. He meets Alessandro at university, who’s super friendly, and Chiara, who’s also really outgoing. But soon after, another Alessandro shows up (this is kind of a joke since Alessandro is such a common name—think of something like Liam or Noah in the U.S.).

From this point on, there are spoilers under the cut. If you'd rather avoid them, you can stop here! Otherwise, if you want to get to the conclusion, there’s a gif marking the end of the spoilers—just scroll down to the cat image!

Nicola’s old acquaintance Alessandro not only got him involved in something dangerous, but he’s also his ex-boyfriend, the one who cheated on him. Nicola, who’s gay, broke up with him, and by the time he starts university, he’s single. Alessandro, on the other hand, is bi/pan and keeps seeing Mirko, the guy he cheated on Nicola with, but it’s more of a convenience thing than anything else.

Meanwhile, the other Alessandro is straight and has a huge crush on Chiara, but eventually ends up with Cinzia, Chiara’s childhood friend. Chiara, who’s also straight, was dating Gio, but she’s got a crush on the other Alessandro.

*confused noises*

...So yeah, it’s kind of a mess (YA college drama everyone?), but it only serves as a backdrop to the family drama and the themes of freedom that gradually take center stage in the story.

That said, this is just one version of the story, and it’s now a lot more accessible! It’s a bit tricky to tweak some of the parts that are kind of “hard-wired” into the concept of “I’m a young gay man in the closet,” but I’m doing my best to put those behaviors on MC's inherent shyness and introversion instead.

I hope this answers your question! Thanks again for your interest ♥

[infinitegender]

Tips to Learn When You Want to Learn, While Not Having the Motivation to Learn

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

DISCLAIMERS:

I am not a professional; this is just what worked for me and may not work for everyone.

I suppose these could work as study tips, but they are not intended to be study tips.

horse

TIP 1: SOCIAL MEDIA (UNDER CONDITIONS)

This is especially helpful for those who have short attention spans (which is most people in this day and age). You've probably come across a few informative short-form videos when scrolling-- Good. Follow that. Your algorithm is catered towards you, so most likely, you will come across more content related to your interests. Follow the informative content creators. Interact with those posts, especially if you find them interesting or if you think it will be helpful to you.

However, many social media posts share false information. This is why it's especially important to do your research. If you don't want to research it now, find a way to bookmark, save, or message yourself to remind yourself to fact-check the information. If not for yourself, at least to prevent embarrassing yourself or tainting your reputation by unknowingly sharing false information.

TIP 2: ASK A FRIEND WHO KNOWS A LOT ABOUT THE SUBJECT

Have you ever watched/listened/read something, but despite your hearing being completely intact, all you heard were sounds and not words? I don't know about you, but I did. But this rarely happens when I'm talking to a friend-- Which is why I recommend this. You're not only less afraid to ask questions, but you can treat it as more of a conversation, making it less boring to you.

This is also especially helpful for those who can't bother to research, since you don't actually have to do the searches yourself.

Of course, not everyone has friends who are interested in the topics you want to learn. However, in case you do, you should you should look out for either a patient, smart friend who knows about your topic of choice, or a friend who is very interested in the topic and would love to talk about it.

TIP 3: PLAY A PODCAST (OR A MOSTLY TEXT-BASED VIDEO) IN THE BACKGROUND

This. If I could only use one of these tips, it would be this one. This is the most convenient. You're drawing/painting? Put a podcast on. You're walking? Put a podcast on. You get the idea. There are so many podcasts out there with such a huge range of subjects-- from art history to languages to true crime, there's sure to be something for everyone.

MY PERSONAL FAVORITE YOUTUBE CHANNELS TO LEARN STUFF (NOT NECESSARILY FOR BACKGROUND):

YouTube Channels: Kurzgesagt, TED ED, CrashCourse, WIRED (Especially Tech Support), perfumerism

Of course, I also watch other videos from other channels.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

And that's pretty much all I have for now! I hope my tips help :)

Luce ✶

[woofs-silly-ships]

🥄Intro!🩶

Ello there! This is my silly little selfship side blog to just share my f/os and gush about em! I follow and like from @woofwoofs14 , so if ya see that, that’s me :D

This post is REALLY FREAKING LONG, so I’m putting it under a cut for convenience!

Please read if you plan on following me or scrolling my blog for a bit!! Contains basic info, my f/o list, boundaries, DNI and thin ice, and my other blogs!

If you don’t want to read it all thennn:

- I’m a minor

- no, I don’t support Vivziepop

- sharing ok and encouraged for all f/os, doubles are welcome

The basics: I’m Woof, she/they/it, and a minor!! Chill with adults interacting but just don’t randomly DM me and don’t be creepy! I have diagnosed Anxiety and am looking to get an ADHD diagnosis (I’m literally certain I have it lol). My main blog is Woofwoofs14, I follow and like from there! Oh and more dni below, but… PROSHIP DNI PLEASE!!!

/imp note about F/Os!!: All but one of my F/Os are adults, and the oc I use to ship with them is an adult as well!! The one that isn’t is Ic-0n, who is canonically ageless but I hc her as being 16 due to her crush on Max, a 15 y/o. Therefore, the oc I use to selfship with her in particular is 16 as well :D! I’m a minor as well so this is fine!

Stance on doubles?: I’m polyamorous and don’t really care about doubles anyway, so I would actually love for you to interact if we share a romantic or platonic f/o!! If you’re not cool with doubles and we share an f/o, you can either block the emoji combo tag found on my f/o list, or just block me entirely. Whatever you feel most comfortable with :D! I do have boundaries when it comes to ships ya bring up around me tho:

Ship boundaries: the vast, vast majority of ships with my f/os I’m totally chill with and some I even ship myself! I just ask you don’t bring any of these here: Staticmoth, Ribbun, Demencia x Flug. Idc if you ship any of these, I’d just prefer it if y’all didn’t mention them here

F/O list?: Romantic List , working on platonic list!

Hazbin/Helluva…why?: I purely find comfort in the characters and world of the hellaverse, that’s it. I freaking hate vivziepop and will never support her, and I selfship in a rewrite version of the hellaverse that fixes a lot of the major issues (I’m still working on it but trust me guys).

🥄DNI and Thin Ice🩶

Please check my dni/byf carrd here!!: https://woofdni.carrd.co/

🥄Blog Directory🩶

@woofwoofs14 - Main blog, random stuff

@the-decorium - Place where I post profile decor and such

@woofs-silly-ships - You’re here :D!

@citrus-dragonkin - My fictionkin/fictionspecies blog

@fantasyclaws - Heavy WIP book series I’ve been working on these past few years

@staticapplebarks - My hellaverse sideblog (so people can avoid it if they want)(there might be more hellaverse stuff on this blog rn tho because hyperfixation)

[nikoundniki]

intro post 🌞

hello! call me Niko, address me by anything. in here you’ll find my fan arts, memes, and video edits on the things i love. though current love that has front view tickets in my heart for the past month is the film Withnail & I

i’ve a lot of interests. they pile up over one another so i must put emphasis on some. interests that are highlighted ‘red’ below are things that i (could) still yap about

i also may (re)post outdated fan arts ^^ they come from the vault in my old ahh insta (pinacolada6969. lots of pink ploy stuff)

music

pink floyd. slipknot. led zeppelin. motley crue. metallica. megadeth. hamilton. slayer. queen. green day. blind melon. kings of convenience. yes. rush. eraserheads. beatles. angel witch. aurora. burzum. infant annihilator. suede. cosmo jarvis. my chemical romance. pierce the veil. judas priest. the outfield. buzzcocks. the offspring. sex pistols. fugazi. kula shaker. simon and garfunkel.

in a nutshell - metal, prog rock, dad rock?! , jazz, classical , punk rock

video games

elder scrolls iii: morrowind. dragon age: origins. stardew valley. the sims. grand theft auto v. grand theft auto: vice city. bully. l.a noire. watchdogs 2. undertale. pokemon: omega ruby. fear and hunger. faith: the unholy trinity. civ v. crusader kings 3. tropico v. osu.

anime and manga

soul eater. nichijou. asobe asobase. ranking of kings. death note. black butler. berserk. 20th century boys. M.W. black jack. given. mob psycho. monster. saint young men. chi no wadachi.

literature

1984. the picture of dorian gray. fight club. frankenstein. american psycho. coraline. lovecraft’s short stories, as well as poe’s.

TV and film

breaking bad. better call saul. sherlock. three’s company. the odd couple. withnail & i. reservoir dogs. the dollars trilogy. re-animator. amadeus. monty python’s life of brian and the holy grail. many more, go visit my letterboxd!

others

AO3. letterboxd.

((my ao3 has adult content!))

thank you for reading. i would love to make friends. i have shitty social skills though — every time i interact with a fan from a fandom that i love , my ahh gets rooted on the spot like a tree. i live under a rock, you see ; enjoying my solitude and all that. i gave tumblr a try so here i am . forgive me if i sound too unusual or something

have a good day, loveys🌞

[thewandererh]

🫧🔆⛵️more from a few sketchbooks i drew in last summer :]!

this is a collection of my deepswim fanart, an original story comic i made with my iambic pentameter (rainworld x chonny jash) iterators. the text contains an introduction and entire telling of deepswim’s plot so far. each blurb (mostly) doesn’t relate to the images. the deepswim comic itself has a lot more in store, so reading this won’t spoil everything, but feel free to scroll if you’d rather experience it fresh (when i post it eventually). i’m very passionate about it, so onward ^_^💛⭐️!

DEEPSWIM OVERVIEW: desperation, underwater environments, brotherly bonding, and a lesson on life’s resilient beauty

it’s still quite a wip of a story, but it came to me in the summer of 2023 while dealing with acid reflux and other hellish health issues. the entire idea unfolded in my head when listening to Curicó by Kiltro for the first time, and i sketched + colored many pages to that single song looped for 6 hours straight the next day. it turned into a comic that became bigger than i expected!

HRT, MND, and SUL (rainworld hms) are staying in a beach house somehow and there’s a dock that looks out to a huge lake. something happens prior and SUL falls into the unknown ecosystem.

weak and now gauging his choices, he sinks to the seafloor in regret (which is conveniently covered in bubbleroot). on the shore, HRT, having heard SUL fall(?), begs MND to investigate below the surface. begrudgingly, MND accepts and donns a helmet i nicknamed an ‘airorb’ (made by Seas of course). I still don’t know why he didn’t bring two. the story’s rough around the edges but I still love it with all my h(ea)rt.

He finds SUL half-filled with water and unable to move. stuck laying along the bubbleroot floor and unable to use any more of it. MND panics, and lends his helmet to SUL. it works, but it seems like he’s already dead. MND pushes through his hopelessness, initiates cpr aanndd,,,,that’s how far the color has gotten.

however, as you can tell from the drawings above, that’s not the end of the story. the rest has been planned but not put down on paper. SUL is saved from the brink of death, gasping awake and aching all over. he helps MND use the bubbleroot (who hasn’t up to this point because he is strong willed and stubborn on the idea of [when he can breathe, i can too]) and they rest together. relieved and tired.

and then another character arrives! an eel lizard (with legs. both because of me forgetting and also lore) named ursula is upset by all the ruckus—and also acts as a metaphor for SUL’s guilt. a quarrel ensues!! stuff happens!! cool comic panel ideas arise!! and that’s what i have so far.

more under the cut! primarily passionate rambling <3

deepswim means a lot to me :]. it’s rough and a bit old, but I love it very much. Curicó by Kiltro is considered it’s themesong, and I’m so happy it is. i discovered the band slowly with the help of CheetahZ’s Serpent Sol map (i don’t want to get into all the drama so i’ll just leave it there), and am so thankful I did. Curicó really helped spur my thoughts on the comic’s atmosphere during the wonderful ‘get this idea down on paper!’ period of deepswim’s first pages on that fateful day.

Kiltro was my first concert, actually. i vividly remember trying to communicate ‘a warrior cats map’ as an answer to where i found their music when asked by the bassist while buying a limited edition merch shirt. i remember standing in the bar under a speaker during the show, watching the audience dance around me, and videoing almost the entire thing. and of course, the selfie with the lead singer Chris Bowers Castillo sits blue and framed on my desk to this day. I love all of their music and am so happy to have found them.

i know the reason why SUL fell off that dock. at the time of creating the comic, (and as mentioned briefly before) i was dealing with the aftermath of a nasty sickness, and my days were filled with the worst anxiety i’ve ever had because of it. it wasn’t specifically an eating disorder (well, by definition it might’ve been), but my morning acid reflux tricked my anxiety into thinking my health was in danger if i ate anything until around noon. things got better when i recognized the cause (anxiety), and mom bought me propel electrolyte water to help me recover. keep in contact with your body, kids.

deepswim was the hyperfixation i needed to relieve my stress and express myself in a really hard time. a lot of my hopelessness was relieved with this comic as an outlet, and i’m so very thankful. i was drawing the lesson of nature’s beauty as i learned it myself, and i think that’s really special.

deepswim’s entirety was me retreating inward on my interests and combining things I loved most, and along the way having SUL discover the beauty of life in his own troubled time. it was a reminder of nature, emotional resilience, and an experiment in graphic design that i hold near and dear to my heart ^_^💛

thank you so much for reading and viewing!!

[dojunie]

i miss misdial jeno and y/n i feel like its been decades. but i hope ure doing well <3<3 btw i love ur writing style and i wish i could be as good as you or even just a half heh…

misdial is currently at 37k and i open that blasted fic almost every day <3 i promise you she is baking, thank you so so much for sticking around through this genuinely debaucherous hiatus i am putting you all through LOL

for your patience i will insert a blurb under the readmore of a scene in the upcoming ch, and its still in jen pov btw!!!

Back in highschool, when you were a junior and he was a senior, you’d had a short lived obsession with dying your hair. Mark had mentioned it to him in passing, recalling the half a dozen conversations he’d witnessed of you trying to convince your parents to let you bleach it, but he hadn’t really thought about it too seriously until he was over at Mark’s house to work on a project a few weeks later. Your brother, who’s brain stopped working properly when he was hungry, tapped out after about fifteen minutes to hit the convenience store a few blocks away for a pint of ice cream and a few energy drinks. 

It was only after the front door slammed shut that Jeno even realized you were home; he was slouched in Mark’s desk chair scrolling listlessly through his phone when he heard the bedroom door creak open, and turned around expecting your brother. It was not your brother.

It was you. Standing in the doorway like a deer caught in headlights as your eyes met, dressed in a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, hair slicked down to your head with cherry red dye— it was all over your hands, splattered down your neck, an artful blob on the tip of your nose.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like minutes. He hadn’t seen you this close for a few weeks now, since this was around the time that you’d started hanging out with your friends more and were rarely ever home. That was what he blamed for the way his brain seemed to start buffering at the sight of you.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked.

You stood up straight and hid your hands behind your back like he hadn’t already seen them in all their bloody glory, and said, “I thought you… Left. Just now. With Mark.”

“I didn’t,” he replied. You stared at each other some more. Then, because he wasn’t quite sure what else to do and he’s never really been good at reading a room, he said,“You missed a bit, there. On the top.”

You stiffened, and then your whole body slumped like he’d cut your strings with those ten words alone. “I know. Mark has a little mirror in here somewhere that I was going to steal while he was gone, because I didn’t realize until it was too late that I couldn't see the back of my own head.”

And somehow this ended up with Jeno standing behind you in your bathroom, dutifully brushing red goo into your scalp as you fidgeted and twitched and tried to pretend you weren’t staring at him in the mirror, even though it was very obvious that you were. Jeno pretended, like he’d been doing for the last three years, that he didn’t notice— even if he was finding it a little harder than normal to not stare right back.

Back then, he chalked up his jitters to all of the physical things that were happening in that moment. He credited his desire to stand a little closer to you than necessary to the pleasant scent of cherry coming from the dye in your hair, and blamed the uneven straps on your tank top for the reason his eyes kept drifting to the curve of your shoulders. He was hyper-focusing on the tiny beauty mark below your ear not because he found it fascinating, but because it was easier to keep his eyes trained on that than to risk forgetting what he was doing and finding your eyes in the mirror.

When the dye ran out and your head was sufficiently gooped, he’d been gearing up to ask if you needed help washing it out or something, not quite ready to go back to being strangers just yet, when the sound of the garage door opening whispered through the house and you stiffened. In an instant you were plucking the empty dye bowl from his hands and then herding him out of your bathroom— startled, he turned around to mention his sweater only to find it flying at his chest with enough force to knock him back against the hallway wall. Your eyes were huge as you stood in the bathroom doorway, hand already on the door as if already positioning to slam it shut.

“Don’t tell Mark you helped me,” you said quickly, before blinking very hard a few times, “And— Thank you? This probably would have turned out like shit if you didn’t offer to help me. Thanks.”

Downstairs, the front door opened. Jeno stood there with his balled up sweatshirt in his hands suddenly feeling very odd. Only later did he realize that feeling was hesitance. He didn’t want to go yet. “Why can’t I tell him?” he asked.

“Because Mark’s going to freak out when he sees me, and I don’t want him to get mad at you too for being an accessory to my crime.”

“An accessory to your what?”

“Oh,” you said belatedly. Then you raised your eyebrows at him, lip quirking into an innocent smile that felt like anything but, and his stomach twisted. “Might’ve said too much.”

Your brother's voice rang up the stairs and Jeno made the mistake of turning towards the landing. By the time he turned back to you, mouth opening to speak— even though he wasn’t even sure what he was planning to say— he only caught the last glimpse of your red stained hand through the shutting the door.

Mark returned a few moments later to find Jeno sitting back in the desk chair, back to peering into his phone, but what he probably didn’t notice was that Jeno was really staring at the little, cherry colored splotch on his palm.

I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!!! but for real, thank you for keeping up with these two dumbos........... i will open up my misdial doc in your honor tonight!!!!

[yayforocs]

Day 7- Personality

i hadn't actually posted this yet and i realized this would work pretty well for today's prompt :V

this is a lil drabble i wrote out to kinda feel out the twins' characters after i drew em :0 so it technically fits the prompt i think!

anyway here's the twins \o/

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Not that one.

Not that one.

That one might be worth it. He clicked it open in a new tab and then kept scrolling.

Not that one.

That one looked good, but was way too far of a commute, unless he didn't actually go back home after graduation and moved closer to the job. By himself.

Not that one.

Not that-

Russ didn't react as his door was abruptly burst open, knowing full well by the loud steps that it was his sister- who promptly slammed her phone down on the desk by his laptop.

He glanced over at it, screen dark. He looked up at her.

"Ok...?"

"I got-" Her eyes then darted down to her phone screen, and she jerked it back up. "Wait holdon I accidentally-" A second later she put it back down, albeit a little gentler, and holding it differently so as to not turn the screen off again. "I found something!"

Now when he looked at it, he saw what he was meant to see: a listing of available positions at the old Freddy's back home. He raised an eyebrow but didn't ask anything until he read over all of it.

Zoe beat him to it, anyway. "There's an opening for a technician and they're even offering training. There's also a couple other spots- one's a cook, which I guess I could do, but I'd much rather be a cast member, which is also available. Look, we can both go and do something together! Sort of! Might have different shifts, assuming we both get hired, but it'd be the same place. I don't think it'd be hard to get in, though, fresh graduates and all," she finished, inclining her head in an intentional look.

He stared at it for a few seconds more before giving in. "Alright, send me the link," he sighed, pulling up his messenger app. Her phone was back in her hands for barely two seconds before the notification popped up, and he clicked on it.

"Cool, if you're good with that I'll go send in mine, too." And as quickly as she came, Zoe left.

Russ pushed his mouth to one side as he re-read the information. Awfully convenient, if he had to be honest, but it was at Freddy's. ...Granted, last he'd heard anything of it, it was under new management and going well, or at least well enough. This opening though was specifically for upkeep of the big stuff- not just arcade games, but the lights and sound of the whole place, as well as... the infamous animatronic performers. He grew up there, he and Zoe went to Freddy's as kids, and he remembered liking it well enough, but then he got older and learned about all the stories and rumors and possibly/probably very real tragedies that happened there. Or if not there, at least in the franchise's history.

He opened a new tab, and searched up the place by itself. There was the first result, with all the business information- open hours and such- and reviews. He clicked. Three and a half star average, decent amount of reviews. He scrolled. Mother whose kids loved the place, babysitter who commented on how clean it was, someone upset that they didn't get a refund on pizza they decided they didn't want after eating half of, another mom that said she felt her kids were safe there- a bit of an on-the-nose review, considering, but it worked- a dad whose girls loved Foxy, and someone that praised a Mr. Schmidt. He supposed that was the new management. The reviews continued similarly. So mostly good, as the average said. Lots of blank reviews, but the ones that were written in provided what he was looking for.

He closed the tab and pulled up his resumé.

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Across the hall and a door down, Zoe had already submitted hers and posted a motion-blurred picture of her laptop screen on her social media's stories tab, captioned "Just sent off my first job applications!!!" with several emojis accompanying, including some crossed fingers and prayer hands. There was a whole batch she'd sent out, but only the Freddy's one was something that'd actually keep the twins together, and bad history or not, she wanted that one to be the one that worked out the most.

Her phone dinged with a reply to her story.

< Did you do it? 👀

She laughed to herself.

Yeah girl ofc!! A jobs a job n I intend to get paid 👀 > < Wym a jobs a job????? Don't die over a dare pls I do not trust that place worth anything That was all years ago, doesn't matter. Besides have u seen the guy running it now 👀👌 > < Ong do not 💀💀💀 he'll sic the robots on u and you'll deserve it Nah he won't. Rusty'll get em to like me n then they won't do anything > < You covince him?? < Convinced Yeah I didn't even need to really he just took it, so fingers crossed for the both of us🤞🤞🤞 > Covince > < Shut up I corrected it :) > Fr tho nah idc bout him he's prolly like forty or smth I'm not abt that > < I thought you meant Russ at first 🤣 I > Am not going to comment on that > < And then I read the rest of it chill out!!! Do I even wanna know what u thought before u read the rest of it or no > < I thought you were calling him old idk!!!! < Anyway unimportant < If u get it u gotta give me updates I already told you I'm not actually interested in him > < Stoppppp :) > Lol yeah I'll let you know 🤞 > < Gl!!! 🤞

The online indicator grayed out, and she locked her phone screen. After a moment, her eyes wandered to the calendar pinned on the wall. Two weeks. In two weeks, they could be back home, with fancy bachelor's degrees that could mean nothing or everything, doing who-knows-what. Looking for apartments, probably. But they'd need a job for that, first. Proof of income and all.

She looked back over the twenty still-open tabs of sent applications, and crossed her fingers.