#ANYWAYS you already know i listened to the musical while doodling

[honibumii]

"... You all better pay me after this."

Another one!! Srry keep posting more of this stuff its just too fun 😭😭😭

Anywayss another entry for the ragu music weeks event from @raguiras !! A Riff/Hazard background vocalist 🗣️🔥🔥🔥

voicelines + info below ⬇️⬇️

VOICELINES

Summon: Now that we are up here, yall better NOT embarrass us!!

Groovyfication: Look up... feel the beat, and give your heart out... For the love of the Seven HOW DID I END UP HERE???!

Set to Homescreen: The performance day is approaching very fast... would you help me breathe, please?

Home transition 1: Surprisingly enough, im not so bad at singing.

Home transition 2: Did you know that the musical genre which mixes hip hop and rock its actually called "rap rock" ? Yeah, I looked it up.

Home transition 3: The feeling the stage evokes is so... powerful...

Home after login: This outfit is really cool, dont get me wrong. Its just... It looks embarrassing on me.

Home transition Groovyfication: Shut up and give me that mic!

Tap Home 1: Floyd tried to put a cat bell on my choker. Looks like I'll have fish for dinner today.

Tap Home 2: Ace is SO clearly jealous of Allen and Deuces relationship its actually embarrassing, though to be fair they do be super cute together, so its understandable. I'll give him that.

Tap Home 3: Day 12 of asking Allen to give my solo to literally anyone else... Oh yeah!? I dont care if its "just a single line" ! I shouldn't even be on the stage in the first place!!!

Tap Home 4: Me? Oh, I'm more of a hyperpop kinda person, to be honest.

Tap Home 5: I used to sing lullabies for the younger kids at the orphanage. Maybe thats where I got the little knowledge I have on singing, I think? Hmm...

Tap Home Groovyfication: Vargas better NOT have lied to me about passing me on swimming lessons in exchange of doing this or I SWEAR those stupid gym clothes of his will end up reduced to SHREDS.

Duo Magic:

Heera: Get up already, Housewarden!

Leona: Don’t tell me what to do, kitty.

LIL INFORMATION <3

Heres the full concept for the outfit bc I LOVED doing it and I was so SAD when I realized I wouldn't use it all....... *sniff* and also a lil stupid doodle bc yeah reminder that he uses glasses LMFAO

Also!! While designing her outfit I was listening to this song specifically...

... which I also Is a song he would actually sing in the event if he were to have a whole song to himself! (lore related... maybe...... hehehe)

Also yeah I did in fact search what was the actual genres name I DID NOT LIE!! IT IS RAP ROCK!!!

ANYWAYS TY MIONN AGAIN FOR THE WONDERFUL CONCEPT AND EVENT AND ALL <333,

[withered--s0uls]

Oh look it's another GD crossover

Ghost Drone AU - @electrozeistyking

You already saw all this art but shhh HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

This originally started out with me just wanting to draw Beanie interacting with the Intertwined Codes Kids but then I added some extra stuff lol.

If you're a reader of Intertwined Codes, this kinda sorta spoils future stuff bc only the twins have been mentioned in the Draft/Teaser fic but oh well. You have been warned.

IC!Uzi wouldn't like actually meet GD!N bc they'd kinda decide that "hey, let's not have the widowed man see an alternate version of his wife that actually got live." simply out of respect kinda?? So she would stick around at home with the kids whilst IC!N goes out to look for Beanies Dad after their kids drag her to them lmao.

So yeah she doesn't necessarily know the extent of the mans depression, the kids just mentioned there only being a dad so she just specifically asks about GD!N in this doodle

IC!N would quickly pick up on GD!N not being completely okay, even without being told any details. So he probably would end up sitting him down to talk on their way back to the IC!Doorman families place, wanting to help if he can in any way. (He runs a Daycare and tries to also be a support to any parent that needs it, so I feel he out of habit would lean into trying to do that with GD!N)

More/The kids under the Cut otherwise the post looks so long rip

I will go over each of these one by one (can'tdo close ups bc 10 image limit, I'll reblog this in a second with the close ups.)

Left are the Code-Related Nuzi kids, right are the adopted ones.

Code related kids

Zagi:

Not much to say, I'm still working out their personality - they're maybe 2-3 years older than Beanie, so they aren't too far apart in age. :)

Orita:

She's the sibling who started the trend of putting stickers on her siblings, so she DEFINITELY would do the same with Beanie.

She also probably originally was going to show her how to build a weapon, but her parents promptly stopped that lmao .

She would think it's really cool that Beanie has a custom core icon & in general is completely customized from the start! She herself was originally put into a regular worker body (just with the tail and headband being custom made by her mom), she had to build the DD forearms herself. She also has a sticker of the DD icon on her core, covering the WD icon :3

Rexim:

At this point he has enough siblings to be past the "ew a little kid" phase, so luckily Beanie gets spared that. His main camera is damaged, he only really uses his headband optics to look around, so he would kinda just look as if he's staring past her a lot. But bc of the obvious cracks in his visor I feel she would pick up on the fact he's not actually ignoring her.

Also he definitely would just play music to her, because IC!Uzi kinda always has music on whilst working in her workspace he kinda picked up some of her taste in music (Hence he's playing the same song that Uzi is shown to have been listening to in Ep7)

Raven:

First up THANK YOU Zeisty for helping me brainstorm silly stuff for them. They're a little ball of chaos now and I love them.

Anyways.

They would join Orita in bedazzling Beanie, and then they'd start talking about bird facts and also try to get Beanie to talk about her interests.

(Their height difference isnt 100% accurate bc halfway through drawing this I changed the IC timeline, making Raven about the same age as Zagi instead of them being a teen, so I kinda had to manually try and semi-fit their heights lol)

Adopted Kids

Ray:

Nothing to say. He's a baby. Tho whilst I was outlining this one I had to giggle because of how big he is in Beanies hands. She's so tiny 😭💕 /affectionate

Annika:

Oh boy. Ann.

Annika is the eldest kid & was adopted a while before Zagi was coded / whilst the parents were organizing the code copies for Zagi

She does NOT know how to talk to other kids. Never did. It made her stick out at the orphanage wing because she just avoided everyone. And it is very chaotic when Olivia and Ray first show up, because Ann's only idea of talking to other Drones is "well you got to be relatable" so she brings up the siblings dead parents bc like, her code parents are dead too. Both pairs dying to DDs. So yeah she probably would be the first, if not only one, in the whole household to just bring up GD!Uzi. She would do it like it's nothing either.

IC!Uzi would promptly get her to stop and sit her down having a conversation about "what did N and I say about trying to connect on that topic?"

Like IC!Uzi would actually feel really bad about it despite Beanie not knowing her mom. Bc she herself obviously didn't remember IC!Nori growing up but still didn't like the topic.

Olivia:

Olivia, as I said, was greeted with the topic of dead parents by Annika as well. So she probably would kinda interfere when IC!Uzi goes to sit Ann down to talk.

She would feel the need to apologize for the older girls behavior (which Ann would apologize for herself later too ofc) and would try to get Beanie to go play something together whilst IC!Uzi sorts that whole situation out.

She's also the closest to Beanies age probably, just was forced to mature bc of what happened to her parents, despite being taken in by Nuzi shortly after. She still obviously acts like a kid tho when comfortable, so I feel she would kinda ease up around Beanie and actually act more like a 4-5 year old around her.

Bonus? Bonus!

Needless to say Beanie would return home covered in stickers & hairpins (Orita & Raven have more than enough of those, they'd just let Beanie keep some)

RIP GD!N having to get her out of those stickers once they're back home

Also, for the "*humming*" variation of the picture I blame @k1k0oftheworld. Kiko was in vc with me when I was talking about how Beanie would be covered in stickers when she gets home, and saw the doodles as well.

He proposed the following scenario after seeing Rexim show Beanie IC!Uzis playlist:

Beanie humming dead batteries song & GD!N having a breakdown bc it reminds him of GD!Uzi

I do not take accountability for this, I was going to spare the poor widowed man.

(I scrapped the idea of him not knowing ab the IC!Doorman family and him getting a mini heart attack when Beanie goes "I met Mom today" in favor of him and IC!N meeting & talking - I WANTED TO SPARE HIS POOR HEART)

@k1k0oftheworld you owe him money for a therapy session now /silly

Anyways that's it, I'll put the close ups in the reblog like I said 👍

[zvdvdlvr]

Can you make something for Wednesday about Her crying and running into r dorm?

⎯ ❝ jellies ❞ | wednesday addams

☆ - synopsis :: Wednesday wasn't used to emotions other than anger, so when there was an odd sensation in her throat and eyes she goes to the one person who could get her sane again.

☆ - warnings :: crying, female reader, ooc wednesday?, sadness, character death (a fictional character kicks the bucket in a double fictional book), aquarium date >:p

☆ - playlist :: track one ,, track two ,, track three ,, track four ,, track five

☆ - notes :: i want to go to the aquarium with her and let her tell me morbid facts about the sea 😝🫂 MALE READER VERSION HERE! (currently in progress!)

☆ - ver. :: female! reader. [MALE READER VERSION HERE! (currently in progress!)]

Wednesday sat back in her seat, letting the hard wood dig into her spine. Tiny needles pricked behind her eyes in a particularly painful way while Wednesday struggled to process the words she just read. The raven haired girl felt her stomach seize in body- a sensation that normally felt thrilling but now made her feel overwhelmed in a bad way.

She kept reading. Wednesday's already cold body grew even colder. She gnawed onher lip and couldn't tell why her vision was blurring- unless she was unaware that she was stabbed and was curently suffering from a bad case of exsanguination.

Despite her discomfort in reading on, Wednesday finished the last few paragraphs of the chapter and started to her girlfriend's dorm.

Flinging the door open, Wednesday stood in the doorway of y/n's dorm. Octavia, y/n's dormmate, was out. y/n was on her bed, doodling in her sketchbook while listening to music at a quiet volume. After a few seconds, y/n looked upto see her visitor. y/n raised a brow at Wednesday's expression.

"You look like you were force fed an orange and then got sentanced to the electric chair," y/n blurted. Her eyes widened at her own words and a part of Wednesday wanted to smirk at her girlfriend's statement.

"I would much rather prefer the electric chair than this... Hell," Wednesday spat as she made her way over to where y/n sat. Shoving the bookmarked book into y/n's hands, the eldest Addams child waited until y/n read what happened with her body frozen. "I hate this. My eyes- my eyes feel odd. Like there is somethi- like I got pepper sprayed. I feel..."

y/n eyed Wednesday. "You feel sad?"

Wednesday shuddered. "Yes," she mumbled.

The two sat in silence. Wednesday relaxed slightly, leaning over slowly until her shoulder touched y/n's. She hd her breath and waited for a reaction- exhaling when y/n rested her head on Wednesday's. "I have an idea. It might help to take your mind off of your book, y'know, until you're ready to start again," y/n spoke up finally.

Wednesday

sighed and opened her eyes. "Only if it involves a handful of screaming victims and a knife," she answered half-heartedly.

y/n detached herself from Wednesday and grabbed keys, her wallet, and took a drink of water from one of her water bottles before moving toward the door. "Even better! Let's go, 'Day."

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"Are you allowed to do this?" Wednesday asked with a raised eyebrow as y/n drove down the road, away from the school.

Switching on the radio and her phone, y/n shrugged. "I have my license and a car- pull up the playlist labeled 'late night drives with pookie'- and Weems didn't say I couldn't… It's not like you'd care if we snuck out anyway," y/n smirked, eying Wednesday as she rolled her eyes and pulled up the playlist y/n wanted.

After handing y/n back her phone, Wednesday looked out the window as 'Les' by Childish Gambino filtered through the air. In all honesty, y/n was right: Wednesday didn't care if they got in trouble. It's not like they'd get kicked out for going… well, Wednesday didn't know where they were going but probably nowhere that would get the pair expelled.

"Where are we going?"

y/n smiled at Wednesday's tiny hand unconsciously reaching for y/n's. "An aquarium."

"There aren't any aquariu- oh." They were going out out. Like, out of county probably.

"Do you not want to go?"

No, I want to go. "I couldn't care any less," Wednesday stated, still looking out the window. She didn't see y/n's impish grin as she drove.

About ten minutes into their drive, the lowly rumble of thunder accompanied Lana del Rey's 'Ride'. Night fell slowly, revealing the fading reds and oranges. Wednesday switched between looking at the sky through the window and looking at y/n. y/n had one hand on the wheel and another resting on the centre console.

The drive in total was about an hour and Wednesday would never admit it but she was dozing off. Anyway, y/n got out and pulled a couple twenties from her wallet and put them in her pocket. "Come on, love," she said to Wednesday.

It was still raining a little bit, but the pair didn't mind. As she approached the building, Wednesday observed the stained glass above the entrance. She liked the deep blues and emerald greens and the design. Wednesday just liked stained glass in general.

"Are you looking for any species in particular, Day?" y/n asked happily after paying for both of them.

Wednesday made a mental note to pay y/n back. Yes. "No," she answered shortly.

"Okay," y/n responded in the same tone as before.

The pair passed multiple boring things that neither Wednesday nor y/n payed attention to. Eventually, they both started seeing cooler things. The main three attractions, though, where the piranhas, otters, and jellyfish

They both split apart but made sure to keep within a 10 foot radius of each other. Wednesday wandered to see the piranhas while y/n asked where they were availiable for purchase. After the piranhas, y/n made a point to go see the otters.

Three otters were in the water. Two mostly kept to themselves but the third and smallest otter was proudly showing off. The little guy swam really close to y/n, making her smile brightly at the creatures in front of her.

After prying y/n away from the otter section, the couple found themselves at a door. The door let them down a hall filled with tanks of different species of jellyfish. Wednesday opened the door and they both stepped in.

"Damn," y/n whispered. Because of the late time, there weren't many people at the aquarium, so there wasn't anyone in the jellyfish area.

The lights were so dim you cod probably say they weren't even on. There were small colored lights in the tanks that matched the color that was used to illuminate the words written in the plaque near the tanks that talks about the jelly.

Wednesday awkwardly grasped y/n's hand and they started looking at the jellyfish. Sea nettles, small compass jellies and one tiny immortal jellyfish all pulsed around the water, reflecting the wonder on y/n's features- something Wednesday didn't see much of.

"I love jellyfish, Wednesday Addams," y/n murmured, watching the boneless creatures with soft eyes.

Wednesday didn't know it but she looked at y/n the same way she looked at the jellies. "I am observant enough to know that on my own," she replied quietly. "Jellyfish kill eight times as many people per year than sharks."

"I bet."

A comfortable quiet fell over the two as they kept walking. Wednesday didn't really remember much- she was too busy watching y/n. Wednesday hadn't seen y/n like this ever. It was nice, actually, to see her enjoyment. Maybe she wanted an excuse to leave the school and used Wednesday's… emotions as said excuse. In any case, Wednesday was having a pleasantly calm time.

"Moon jellies," y/n whispered to herself. She unthreaded her fingers from Wednesday's and walked over to the open tank that sat just near the exit. The lighting had gotten brighter, revealing a sign that said 'MOON JELLYFISH- SAFE TO TOUCH! DO NOT REMOVE FROM WATER OR TRY TO CONSUME'. A smaller sign was taped to the previous saying that the attendant will be back shortly.

"Are you going to touch one?" y/n asked, rolling up her sleeves. "They're considered safe to touch because the moon jellyfish's sting isn't powerful enough to penetrate human skin. Just… in case you didn't know," y/n explained.

"I know. I do not want to touch the Aurelia aurita," she answered.

She watch y/n dip her hand into the cold water and let her fingers brush the bell of one of the medium sized jellies. y/n let out a breathless laugh, running a knuckle over another bell of a small jellyfish. "So tiny," she mumbled, twirling her finger around the water above a jellyfish barely even six inches.

"Move," Wednesday said, rolling up her sweater sleeve. She mirrored y/n's actions, petting the jellyfish's bell. Despite the frigid water, Wednesday felt a warmth form in her lower belly that spread up her sternum and down her arms and into her head. She felt the warmth travel down her legs and settle into her toes as she basked in the presence of her beautiful girlfriend.

☆ - ☆ - ☆ - bonus

"Did that… take your mind off of your book, love?" y/n asked when they slid into a booth of a lone Steak 'n Shake.

"Yes. It did. Th-I appreciate it. Thank you, y/n." Wednesday's stutter made y/n chuckle.

"Of course, darling."

[demonslayedher]

This is a bit of a throw-away idea, but I can't chase it away. But I also cannot produce my vision. This vision fits no where. Anyway. The vision is goth Butterfly Girls.

Was doodling and I wound up doodling Kanao in an article of clothing I had envisioned her before when I rediscovered some old photos with a particular article of clothing I used to own (and which I must had given to my sisters at some point because I rediscovered it while visiting home and I was like, 'yeah, I still love this').

It's a short sleeve black hoodie with a subtle butterfly pattern and lots of nice details like lace all over the inside of the hood and on the outside of the pockets. Yes, it even had pockets!! It was such a good, good thrift store find. A nice elegant touch of goth, but totally casual! I loved it, and Kanao would look adorable in it. But what goths would the others be? Well, if Shinobu as we know her in the majority of canon, yes, she'd pull off a fancier lolita quite nicely, but nooooo, not in this AU-which-isn't-even-a-proper-AU. If it's openly angry Shinobu who has an older sister who already dresses like an elegant goth anyway, Shinobu's going to accessorize and wear pants with so many chains that she jingles. (Did I base her outfit completely on a friend's signature look? Yes, absolutely. Also, that is the friend responsible for my having gotten into KnY. She has good taste. I also rediscovered a photo from a time she dressed me up in her usual clothes and had me pose in her posture. It was very, very odd for both of us.) She wears boots with very, very thick soles. She had hide a lot of knives in those. But did Shinobu go through a more hardcore phase with daily black lipstick and very very heavy eye makeup? Yes. Kanae teased her a little and after that Shinobu made it worse for a while, but she later toned it back down to a look that's easier to do everyday. Shinobu is no poser, she is committed. She also listens to goth music like an angry teen should. Kanae is the one who started all this. She just pulls it off with grace and looks like she's not trying very hard. Her style is long and flowy. She does tea party fashion get-togethers and stuff.

The first time Aoi tried it, it was because Kanae lent her an outfit and took her along. She liked how people appreciated the desserts she made, and she started getting creative ideas for what sorts of accessories she could make. Next thing you know, Aoi is someone who works very, very hard on each outfit and is very committed to an ideal loli-goth shape. She gets a little stressed out if the petticoats aren't working the way she envisioned. Despite all this effort, she gets embarrassed and doesn't talk much when she's dolled up. It's hard for her to walk in the shoes.

And the little girls? Yes, they want in on this too. Kanae would rather they be more mature before committing to a fashion scene, so they keep things simple with black dresses and tights.

So you got three little Wednesday Addams, and all the boys at the hospital are kind of freaked out by them. Sumi, Naho, and Kiyo change nothing about their tastes and personalities, yet they have mastered goth. No, I will not elaborate anymore than this. No, I will never have the patience to draw the sorts of elegant goth looks I love. No, you don't get to be as cool as I was in that lacy black hoodie. (I don't either, because I don't have it anymore.)

[world0fmadness]

୨୧ just sharing a thought i had whilst it rained today!

pelle would probably really like the rain, he doesn’t so much like being in the rain because i think he would get irritated at the feeling of his denim jeans sticking to his already cold and pale skin but inside the house? he likes it a whole lot

he likes cuddling up with you when it rains, big spooning you from the side so that his eyes can stare out of the one small window in your shared bedroom, his blue eyes reflecting the image of small water droplets rapidly hitting the glass and trickling down as his cold hands trace your hips, not helping much to warm you up but you don’t say anything, you just let him rest and push your body further into his front, trying to create some body warmth which works well enough… occasionally his eyes will drift away from the window and down to your resting face, watching as your nose twitches in your sleep or your lips part to breathe, admiring you in your most vulnerable and serene state, watching as the orange, fiery glow from a nearby pine scented candle lights up your face in the dark room

rain often helps him fall asleep, helped even more by the feeling of your body pressed up against his, the sound of water drops hitting the roof and glass windows soothing his mind and clearing it almost entirely of the fog that lurks, his hand grabbing yours and holding it tightly as his eyes droop and he buries his face further into your neck from behind, chin still resting atop your shoulder as your fingers draw soft circles on the back of his hand

when it rains, pelle doesn’t really like to do much except relax the best he know how and admire the cold, gloomy weather… to him, it isn’t gloomy or even depressing as it may be to some, pelle finds it to be relaxing and calming! it’s one of the few things aside from you that helps soothe his mind, put his mind to rest for just a while…

pelle just likes to sit and watch the rain, listen to it as it falls from the sky as if it’s natural music to his ears, the softest and most beautiful music he thinks he’ll ever hear and it inspires him, inspires him to make art or write lyrics, doodling randomly at his desk as shadowy rain drops are reflected onto the paper through the window

and when the rain stops, pelle is the first one out of the house, looking at you blankly for a couple seconds before leaving without a jacket, as if silently telling you to follow him, which you do! though he doesn’t do anything crazy outside, no, pelle just stands and breathes… tilting his head back slightly, long blonde hair draped over his face as he inhales quietly, breathing in the fresh air and signature smell of rain… he might purposely walk through or stand in some puddles, staring down at his rippled reflection before walking off to another one and doing the same, not caring in the slightest about the water now soaking his shoes… you think it might be some kind of childlike wonder still in pelle, some kind of playfulness and curiosity very obviously still left inside the man that so many claim to be heartless and cold…

you’ll probably have to convince him to just put a damn jacket on as he walks around the front of the house, not wanting his weak immune system to fall victim to a nasty cold, he’ll probably comply if just to please you! and when you finally wrangle him inside, he certainly won’t say no to you making him a nice hot drink, his tall and lanky stature standing in the kitchen and watching you as you make the drink for him, watching you with a gaze many would assume to be blank and uncaring but you can see more than that, anyone could see more than that if they really looked…

anyways, it just kind of came to me whilst it was raining today! still love sharing my random little thoughts and always remember, i welcome your thoughts into my ask box with open arms :)

[samiwife]

The Juice Box ੈ✩‧₊˚ (Nick Valensi X Reader)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

☾ ⋆*= Incorrect Quotes

A/N: Hey everyone, I'm back with another story. But this one is for Nick Valensi, I'm slowly falling in love with this man. He's so cool and cute!!! Anyway, hope you enjoy it! <3

High school has been boring, people annoy you and nobody catches your eye. It was Monday afternoon in homeroom. You were sipping on the juice box that you brought as you doodled on a random notebook you had. The teacher walks into the room, but so does a tall brown-haired boy following behind the teacher. He wore a white collared shirt with a red tie. His outfit came with a dark-colored leather jacket he wore on the outside.

No doubt, he was cute. In your school, new students were partnered with a student who already enrolled in the school prior. This is done so the new student can tour around the school with the old student. All the girls flock around hoping it is them that gets him. You didn't care you continued to draw as the teacher told the girls to go to their seats and he would announce who the new boy would be with.

"Okay Okay, I know you guys are excited to see who Nick here is partnered with. But I already have the person in mind." The teacher states while looking unamused. You look up to pay attention to the teacher.

"Nick, could you sit by Y/N? She'll be your partner to help you tour around." The teacher said pointing to you and the open spot near you. Nick nods and begins walking towards you. You were shocked but you remained calm on the outside. The girls in your homeroom give you dirty looks as Nick sits next to you.

"Um hi, I'm Y/N. But you probably already knew that when the teacher said it." You said smiling at him, Nick looks at you and smiles as well before he opens his mouth to talk.

"Yeah, I'm Nick. I'm guessing you already knew that too," Nick said chuckling at you. You smiled wider and closed your notebook.

"Nick, tell me about yourself. I will tell you about myself in return," You said smiling widely. Nick looks down and then back up at you.

"Well, I play guitar. Me and my buddies are in a band. Um, I love music, my favorite artists are Blondie and The Velvet Underground. They're my inspiration for my guitar playing" Nick explained, you sat there and listened as he talked. You admired his voice, it was relaxing and calm.

"Oh cool, well I guess I have to keep my word." You said smiling. Nick nods and sits closer to hear you better.

"I write, bake, play ukelele, I collect CDs. I love music as well. My favorite artists are The Cure, Talking Heads, and Sonic Youth. There's not a lot of interesting about me I guess." You explain while laughing. trying to ignore the feeling of awkwardness. Nick notices your nervousness and embrassassent. He leans closer to whisper in your ear.

"You don't have to feel embarrassed around me, I won't judge you," Nick whispers, sending shivers running down your spine. Your face flushed red as Nick slowly lifted his head while smiling. Your nervousness gets the better of you, as you reach for your juice box, your finger falls weak from shaking so much. You drop the juice box, and it hits the ground.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I'm just not used to someone being this close," You explained while laughing at yourself. Nick looks at you with gentle eyes and gets up to grab some paper towels. Nick comes back with a handful of paper towels. He bends down and begins to clean up the spilled juice.

"No, Nick. I should clean it," You said while bending down to Nick's level and holding his hand to clean up the juice instead. Nick looks up at you and smiles gently. His hands were warm and not sweaty at all, unlike yours which were cold and sweaty. You were nervous and shaking. Nick notices and pulls you in suddenly. His face was inches away from yours. The air freezes between the two of you. Seconds pass and he presses his lips against yours. His lips were soft, your nerves calmed down and you began to close your eyes. Nick pulls away and looks at you. You open your eyes and look at him.

"Are you alright now?" Nick asked as he still held your hand. You couldn't form words, you studdered out a response.

"I-I'm okay, you didn't have to do that," You said looking at Nick worried. Nick still notices you're nervous.

"I know, but I wanted to. You seem unique and I like that," Nick said while letting go of your hands and getting up to throw the wet paper towels. Nick comes back and holds out his hand to help you up. You take his hand and stand up.

"Come on, let's go. I want to see around the school." Nick demands as he drags you out of the classroom in a hurry. You look down and smile at what just happened.

"I like you already" You managed to mutter out. Nick hears you and turns his head to face you.

"I know, I like you too," Nick responds by smiling at you as he drags your arm to the vending machine.

"Seems like you know more about this place than me, but what are we doing here?" You asked looking up at him. Nick chuckles and inserts money into the machine.

"Getting you a new juice box, I felt bad you dropped your old one," Nick said as he pressed the option for juice. The box drops and Nick quickly drops it. He hands it to you, it is still cold. All you could do was smile at him. Nick smiles too and takes your hand again.

"Now, time for the real fun, show me around," Nick said running around excitedly. You walked ahead of him and began to take the lead.

"Okay fine, let's go," you said sipping on the new juice box and running ahead. Nick follows behind and watches as you sip on the juice box. Nick smiles and feels happy that you are too. The energy between the two of you is bright and you blush at the idea of Nick.

[radiokathryn-if]

oooh what do the RO's think about an MC who sings and has written a few songs? :)

I don't know much about songwriting but I do know that it's hard! And singing is a talent most people think is easy, but it's also quite hard too (spoken from experience lmao. #authorlore I did voice (singing) for my chosen instrument in gcse music about 9 years ago!)

Unfortunately, Nate... doesn't care all that much. If you keep it to yourself he'll pretend he doesn't know you have these skills. If you're outspoken and proud about it he might get a little passive aggressive if he feels like you're getting more attention than he is.

One might think that Eva might consider you competition, considering her aspirations for being a singer herself. However, Eva would absolutely adore an MC would could sing and write! She would encourage you to sing for her and with her every chance she gets. She might ask if she can sing your songs, for she's not that adept at writing herself and she would want to share your talents with anyone who would want to listen!

Mica probably already knew of your talents for singing and writing, being your best friend from a very young age. However, if you hadn't shared this with them they wouldn't be particularly hurt to not be included until now──Mica might be a little hurt but more than anything they're happy you decided to share it with them at all! Always your biggest supporter and as your self imposed manager would immediately suggest booking you performances, if you wanted to perform that is.

Detective Han is a simple person, they acknowledge your talents and will praise your skill but they won't do much more than that. If you decide to share your songs with them they'll carefully pour over the lyrics to determine what you're trying to say and give you their insights honestly. If you sing them lullabies or just softly while they're attempting to sleep they might actually acknowledge the fluttering of their heart in their chest.

José is excited for you!! They would jokingly ask if they could start making merchandise for you but they might actually end up making something special just for you one night. They might just start bragging about you to their family and if you ever went 'round to their family house and see one of their younger siblings wearing a prototype design for a fake tour with your name on it... no you didn't!

It might be one of his only 'cons' but Ji Han doesn't really care all that much for music with lyrics. That's not to say he's apathetic to your singing ability or writing prowess, it's just that when he listens to music it's to wind down and think about nothing──his mind is always so busy all of the time! He would say his favourite genre is classical music and he loves a lovely soft piano so he'd bethe most receptive to songs like that, if you had any. He wouldn't refuse to listen to your songs if they had lyrics, don't get it wrong! And, like his sibling, he would try his very best to give you his best insights and opinions if you asked them of him but, like I said, he might not the be the most... engaged... out of the ROs.

Fauve might ask if she can write an article about you for her column──‘new star on the rise!’ but if you wanted to keep it personal she wouldn't push. (She might write it anyway but present it only to you... she's very good at flattery but she's very genuine in her praise of your talents!) Would offer to become your personal paparazzi, but that one is mainly a joke! (she takes the best candids of you anyway!) If she connects with a particular lyric you've written she'll find herself doodling it in all of her notebooks and journals... she might even write it on her skin at times!

With Jackson... he's trying his best but he doesn't really get writing songs. He'll listen to your songs──he's more than happy to! He just might not get them. He does know his way around the basics of a guitar though! So upon the (very big) chance than Cilly finds out about your talents and she insists on the two of you performing for her, he'll pop out the ol' guitar and join you in song. Just don't ask him to sing with you, his voice won't carry a tune no matter how hard he tries.

??? already adores you but they might fall one step deeper for you upon hearing you sing. If you perform for them they're all heart eyes! They'll feel your music with their whole body but please don't ask them about your lyrics──they can focus on your words when you sound so good singing them!

[mikkyss]

Meeting your old friend

You first met Kazuha back when you were both in highschool. He was your seatmate and that's how you guys basically became friends.

During that one time in math class and you weren't really listening. You were busy doodling, not knowing that you had to do something.

Kazuha noticed this and handed you his notebook. You asked him why, and told you that you needed it to take down your notes.

“I’m done anyway so you can just go ahead and copy from mine.” He then gives you a warm smile.

He was really approachable and very nice. He would tap on your shoulder everytime you would lose focus while in class.

It started happening too much to the point he had to scold you. He bought you snacks right after because he felt bad.

“Promise me that starting tomorrow you’re going to start focusing more in class, ok?”

“Fine, fine.”

He was just amazing, you enjoyed every moment with him. He would often wait for you outside your house so that you guys could go to school together.

He was always there by your side.

Even though the both of you just sat there in silence, you wouldn’t feel awkward. As long as he was there, you were happy.

After Senior high, the both of you just went on different paths. You went to a different city to pursue your dreams, while he stayed. Countless years of him waiting. He stayed until you would come back. You haven’t completely disappeared from his mind. He would check up on you from time to time and you would do the same.

But it wasn’t really the same anymore. The long conversations, the late night calls, going to school and going home together, none of that happened anymore.

But, a miracle happened. You came back. You were finally back home. It felt great, you felt like you were at peace once again.

Other than that, one thing you were most excited about was finally seeing Kazuha after so many years. He is still working at the cafe his family owned and you decided to pay him a little visit. He doesn’t know, of course, since you wanted to surprise him!

You wore your favorite clothes, fixed up your hair, and wore your golden butterfly necklace.

Am I overdressed? Maybe I should go change. Hm, no, this is good. Kazuha will- Kazuha? Why do I care what he thinks? He is just an old friend I’m visiting, nothing special.

You quickly brushed off your thoughts and grabbed your bag to go to the cafe. Your place isn’t that far from the cafe, so you decided to just walk. While you were walking, you couldn’t help but not think of him. You already know what he looks like now, but that was just through social media, this time you finally get to see him in person.

As soon as you got closer, you felt your heartbeat quicken. And there he was, standing behind the counter, cleaning up before he leaves. Memories came rushing back into your mind. How you would always stay over and help him clean up and close the place together. The times you both would study together there the night before an exam.

You stood there, holding the handle, hesitating to walk in. You sighed, pulling yourself together and went inside. Inhaling in the smell of the brewed coffee, the baked pastries, and the same relaxing music playing.

“Sorry, we are about to close right now. You may come back..” His eyes widened seeing you in front of him. He rubbed his eyes 2 times checking if he was hallucinating again.

You smiled at him, “Hey— “

You were startled by his sudden hug.

But you didn’t mind at all, you missed him, and he surely missed you too. He waited for this moment long enough, he finally got to see you and feel you.

“I- I missed you so much!” He said, choking on his own tears. You started tearing up as well knowing that he missed you too. The both of you stayed that way until you finally pulled away. You cupped his face and wiped off his tears using your sleeves.

You didn't care if it was too wet because of his tears, all that matters is that you finally got to hold him close to you.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖ ✩ ˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀��⠀ ✩ ⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Sorry for any mistakes!

[yelspyder]

oi, chuchu!!

vim aqui na tua inbox (de novo) pra falar que o que tu escreveu ficou muito muuuuito bom, sério. tu conseguiu superar demais as minhas expectativas. 💕

enfim! eu também vim aqui pra te trazer outra ideia, onde o leitor gosta de desenhar e, desde quando conheceu seu amorzinho, não para de o desenhar. (bom, pode fazer essa ask com qualquer personagem, sério. sinta-se livre, eu confio em você. ;) )

– 🌙 anon.

↳ summary: Basically, Pavitr discovers your sketchbook

↳ characters: Pavitr Prabhakar

↳ Gn! Reader

↳ notes: I really took a while to write this one, pls excuse me 🌙 anon, this has been here for weeks ☠ thank you for your sweet words anon you are so kind 😭 Anyway, I hope you like it.

"Oh. My. Gosh! You drew me?!" PAVITR asked as his startled gaze quickly switched between you and your sketchbook.

It was just another normal day at home. You, just enjoying the peace of a moment alone while listening to music and doodling in your sketchbook. Well, that is until Pavitr excitedly barges into your room through the window in his superhero costume, already rambling about his day.

You just muttered and nodded in response, not really paying much attention to him. When he realized that your attention was focused on something else, which honestly took a while, Pavitr wasted no time in interrogating you as he threw himself at you.

You've mumbled a few things like, "Get off me, you're heavy," but your boyfriend still isn't satisfied. Not until he figured out what was taking your attention away from him. Wasting no time, Pavitr quickly snatched your sketchbook from your hands and walked away as quickly as he approached. Silently, he had begun flipping through the book. Then, he slowly lifted his head to face you, still not saying anything.

"Uh... 'Pav?" You had spoken with an apparent hesitation in your voice.

Without much delay, he threw himself at you again with teary eyes as he sniffled.

And here you were, Pavitr leaning over you with puppy eyes as he stared at you, and you, a confused look on your face. "Yes.....? This is you I drew."

As soon as you said 'Yes', your boyfriend started having another "hysteria attack". He'd jump all over you saying things so fast you'd wonder if that was humanly possible. He took out your sketchbook and then pointed to several drawings of him talking so fast it was worthy of a rapper.

"My Gosh, My partner is a genius! How can I be so lucky? That is absolutely amazing!" It was one of the few things you could understand from what he said.

It took about ten minutes for him to calm down, and then the questions began: "Can I get some of these drawings for myself?", "How do you draw so well?", "Can you draw me with wings and a pitchfork? That would be really cool!", "Since when do you know how to draw?", and then "Why didn't you tell me that before?!"

Without even giving you time to answer the other questions, he looked almost upset, as if you had somehow betrayed him when you asked the last question.

Slightly hesitant, you replied "Honestly, I didn't think it was relevant to our relationship."

"Of course it would be important, my partner is an artist! That's a thousand times better than that Van Gogh guy." Pavitr retorted quickly as he fixed you with a serious look that made you wonder if he was joking or not.

Not being able to think of many other response options, you just sighed in defeat and answered him. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

As if by magic, his face lit up as he quickly flashed a bright smile. Then he wrapped you in a hug and smiled. "It's better now. And if you have any more gifts hidden there, I'll want to know, or else... I might get really mad, you know." He said the last part with a failed attempt at a threat that sounded more like he was pleading.

"Sure, sure. I will." You assured him while laughing at his silly yet cute actions.

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again. "So, can you draw me with wings and a pitchfork?"

[programaticallydelicious]

The Last Tuesday

“There’s no way to stop it?” the man asked, idly tapping the wall he was leaning against as he held the phone to his ear. “None at all? Hmm.” He hummed to himself, listening a bit longer before setting the phone down and staring out the office’s window for a few minutes.

He slumped forward, slamming a fist onto his desk a few times before going still once more. “Yeah. No. That’s not happening.” He picked the phone back up off his desk and dialed a quick number. “Hey, Ted. Just got a call. It’s a bad one. Mhm, yeah. Really bad.”

He grabbed a pen and started scribbling on the corner of his calendar while talking. “Just send out a test alert, we’re not using the EAS for this. No point in warning anyone when they can’t do a damn thing about it.” He stopped doodling for a moment while listening, then continued. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Dereliction of duty, yadda yadda. Not like it’ll come back to haunt us.”

He looked back out the window for a moment, then took a deep breath and sighed. “Actually, who’s that guy in IT who’s been complain-yeah, him. Grab him and tell him it’s his lucky day. He gets to prove his complaints are accurate. If he can bring the whole alert system down the way he says, everyone in the office gets the rest of the day off.”

He listened to the other end of the line, then barked out a short laugh. “Of course I don’t have permission for any of this. But I’m not making anyone’s last day any worse than it already is, and I sure as hell won’t let anyone else in this office do it either.”

-

A man looked up from his computer, walked across a different office to tap someone on the shoulder. “Hey, Derek. I just got an email, forwarded it to you. We’ve got a priority story to run on the site.” He grimaced while Derek scanned the lede. “Fuck that, right?”

Derek turned and looked up at his coworker. “This is a joke, right? No way we’re supposed to publish it.” “Hah. Fuck, I wish. This is straight from the top.” He turned and started to walk away, then did an abrupt about-face. “Fuck it. No. We’re not publishing this. In fact…yeah. Nobody has enough time to do anything. Kill the front page, replace it with the most lighthearted news blurbs you can find.”

Derek went pale. “No way. You’re serious?”

“Yup.” The man tapped his foot as he started to turn again, then snapped his fingers and turned back. “Actually, even better. Run some specials on cute animal pictures you find, too. It’ll raise some eyebrows, but the only people who would object can’t be helped anyway.”

-

“Hell no!” a man shouted, “Obligations this, contracts that!” He gave a middle finger to the camera in the video call. “Call the lawyers if you want, they don’t work fast enough for this to matter!” He growled, then slammed the laptop shut.

“Fuck. This. No way in hell am I overriding the station for that shit.” He got up and slammed open the door of his office. “Hey, Camille!” he shouted. “Lock the front doors and kill the standard programming, would you?”

He took a deep breath, and slumped against the doorframe. “I’m serious. Shit, no wonder my news feed was the way it was this morning. It’s bad.” He got up, and stomped down the hall to a broadcasting room, where he knocked on the open door. “Change of plans, guys. Pull up a list of the most popular songs, and play through that today. No ads, no overrides, no commentary. Just the best music in history.” He turned and started walking out, and shouted down the hall as he left. “And order some pizza or some shit. The good stuff this time. I’m paying.”

-

“Huh. You’re serious?” The woman asked, and blanched as she got a response. “Honest to god?” She sank into her seat as she set down her phone. “That…this. The-no. No. We can’t.”

She fiddled with her phone for a moment, before smiling sadly and looking across the room. “Hey, John. You have a friend at the pet rescue a few blocks away, right?”

John nodded, a quizzical smile playing across his face as he looked her way. “Yeah, what of it?”

She sighed. “Apparently, we’re supposed to tell everyone they’re gonna die today. That’s not a good headline, don’t you think?”

John frowned, drumming his fingers across the desk as he thought. “That doesn’t sound like a headline at all.” He looked at her again. “Is that what that call was about?”

“Yeah, it was.” She got up and began pacing, before stopping and turning to John. “Yeah, grab the whole crew from the rescue, and all their favorite critters. We’re holding an adoption drive instead.”

“You…you’re serious?”

She laughed. “Yeah, I am. What are they gonna do, fire us over it?”

John smiled as he got up and started dialing a number. “I suppose that’s fair. Not like we’ll be here to regret it.”

“Hah!” She grinned as she started jotting down some notes. “Yeah, that’s right. Today’s our last day on Earth. Let’s make it a decent one, yeah?”

[kaleidoscopic-nebulae]

Story - Intro

[Stamps and Skootz Rutford are now open for asks!]

"Hey Skootz?" Stamps Rutford called to his younger sister as they pulled the chunky headphones to her neck, making a sound to tell she was listening. "Can you leave the room for like.. a half hour? I gotta talk to ghosts."

"No." Skootz, his younger sister, replied as they climbed down from the top bunk, taking their phone and sketchbook with them as she left the room.

"Thanks dude." Stamps called after her. He opened the door to let his cat Lynx out as he put a small blanket onto the floor in front of the 'ghost's alter, lining the corners with small pieces of quartz and obsidian. The blanket had been smoke cleansed just a few days ago and salt and pieces of eggshells were in the corners of the room. Still, more precautions were better than none, thats what Stamps told himself as he lit an incense that smelt like sprite somehow. He turned on soft music, grabbed his stick of selenite out of its box [he kept it in there to remind him to be gentle with it and keep it out of Lynx's sight] and placed it in his lap as he closed his eyes and breathed slowly, visualizing something darker than dark.

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Skootz' pencil hit the sketchbook as Mitski blared in their ears. The drawing was of one of her original characters, of course. The nerd, Simon. He was pushing up his glasses as he corrected a fellow student on the scientific name for a certain type of shark, Skootz loved sharks. Doodles of various ones already littered the page, most common being the basking shark, her favorite. They just looked kinda silly, she admired that part of them. They absent mindedly started another shark doodle, a lemon shark to be specific.

…

The playlist came to an end and Skootz pulled her headphones down. It was well past the half an hour Stamps said he needed… Maybe he just needed more time, conversations with him do tend to slip away from him fast. She pulled the headphones back up and turned on the playlist from the start again, they would give their brother… fifteen more minutes, so like.. four songs? Yeah, that sounds good.

…

Ok that's it, only two songs had played but Skootz only had their pencil and ran out of ideas on what sharks to draw. She hopped off the couch, putting her phone in her pocket and her pencil behind her ear. It always made them feel smart when they did that.

The door opened slowly in an attempt not to frighten their older brother. He still jumped anyway, turning around to face Skootz who still stood in the doorway. "You good?" She asked, trying not to sound annoyed.

"Yeah dude, I'm- I'm totally fine." He stammered.

"Ok." Skootz stood there almost awkwardly, trying to find something to say, there it was. "I know what you are." She whispered.

"NUH-UH!!" Stamps said almost immediately, playing into the little game.

"YEAH-HUH!" this continued for a while before they both got bored, Skootz climbed back into their bed, getting comfortable.

Before she turned on her game and as Stamps packed his weird meditation stuff up, Skootz heard him mumble something: "The hell does he mean 'the messenger and sunny'? Of course they have to speak in riddles.."

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[Stamps and Skootz Rutford are now open for asks!]

[amirsirwrites]

Mercs with a friend who struggles with BPD 💜

Hey! Sorry for the wait. Thank you for linking me those articles! I hope that the headcanons are alright, I just wrote with the knowledge I got from them. You are free to request a re-write from me. :)

Side note : BPD - Borderline Personality Disorder

Requested by @oofers-o0f

Mercs and GN!reader

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Scout : 

He tries his very best to be gentle with you. Even though he loves teasing and bothering people, he doesn't do it to you too because he knows how much things like that can affect you. If you ever lash out at him accidentally because you’re feeling stressed or angry, don’t worry, because he won’t take it to heart. He knows that it’s hard for you to control your emotions sometimes so he’ll never blame you or push you away. When you’re feeling down, Scout will be right there with you, hugging you until you calm down. If you have a tendency of doing dangerous activities such as gambling or self-harm, Scout will check in with you periodically to ensure you’re safe. 

Soldier : 

He very quickly realised that his usual loud tone of voice stresses you out, so whenever you’re around him, he’ll switch to a softer and more calming voice. After he found out that you have a negative image of yourself, he started a habit of complimenting you whenever he can, “You look very nice today, Y/n.” Noticing that you get anxious and sad when he leaves your side, he sticks with you whenever he can. He likes hanging out with you anyway so it’s no big deal for him. He is protective of you, very protective. Someone said something that upset you? Yeah, they’re going to be scampering away in a matter of seconds with a black eye and possibly a few broken fingers. 

Pyro : 

They are just as attached to you as you are to them. Their room is like a safe haven for you - full of cute and soft stuffed toys, sweets, colouring books, markers, big warm blankets and of course, Pyro themself. They make you feel so loved all the time with their cuddles and little doodles and flowers they give to you as gifts. If they ever catch you in the act of doing anything dangerous, they’re immediately dragging you off to the nearest safe place, be it their room or just any quiet little area, so that they cheer you up with hugs and soothing pets. Like I mentioned earlier, they give you little doodles sometimes. These doodles are often of you with lots of flowers and hearts around you with little compliments at the bottom, ‘You are amazing!’ They think you’re great and don’t want you to feel bad about yourself. 

Demoman : 

You're the only thing that sobers him up immediately, even when he's so drunk that he can barely walk straight. It's surprising how motherly he acts with you. If you’re having a really bad day, he'll cook up something nice for the both of you, listen to you and comfort you in the form of both words and hugs. He doesn't like you talking bad about yourself. "Ay, laddie.. don't say those kinds of things. They're not true." Like Scout, he won't be hurt if you lash out at him unintentionally. He is a very empathetic person, so when you're sad or hurt, he is as well. He cares a lot about you and will never be pushed away from you. 

Heavy : 

He doesn’t mind that you’re attached to him, having some company is nice. Your time together is often spent in a calm silence, reading books while soothing instrumental music plays in the back. To be honest, he doesn't know much about disorders like BPD, but he knows what upsets you and when you're upset and that's enough for him to know to take care of you. When you're going through a really tough time, he'll write some poems, sit with you, and read them to you. He also doesn't mind reading your favourite books to you until you calm down. If you want some hugs, feel free to ask him, he's always ready to help you out however he can. 

Engineer : 

Since he's very well-read, he already knows about BPD, so he always checks if you're feeling alright. He really enjoys your company and encourages you to come by and hang out with him at his workshop. If you're going into town, he'll ask to tag along with you. He knows that impulse buying can be a struggle for you sometimes, so if you allow it, he'll come with you to ensure that you don't do it. Feeling down? Engie will be right with you, holding you in a big warm embrace. He always reminds you that if you ever want to talk to someone, he'll lend a listening ear.. and more hugs. 

Medic : 

Well, being a doctor, he's very knowledgeable about BPD and other disorders. If you want, he's more than happy to be your (unlicensed) therapist and give you advice on how to calm yourself down when you're overwhelmed by your feelings. He doesn't mind if you want to stick around with him, he's just a bit worried that you might be uncomfortable due to all the blood and organs he works with. He made you a little 'comfort corner' as he calls it in his lab for you. It's got pillows, blankets, your favourite books and a small radio. If you're being hard on yourself, he'll write and give you a 10 page essay on how wonderful you are so that you can read it again if you're feeling down. 

Sniper : 

You and him both love nature and quiet. Whenever you can, you two will drive out to a nearby forest and sit outside his van on foldable chairs with drinks, just enjoying the view. He doesn't always know how to help you with BPD, but he knows that you enjoy your little quiet outings with him so that's what he does. If you're going through a rough time, he'll give you a very uncharacteristic hug and say to you, "Mate. I'm here for you, alright? I'll listen to you and help you however I can." He always bottles up his emotions and he knows how much it hurts to do that, so he really doesn’t want you to do the same. He’ll give you all the support you need that he never got. Even though he’s very much not the type of person that likes hugs and whatnot, if getting one makes you feel better, then alright. 

Spy : 

He helps you however he can. Most of the time though, he buys you things to boost your mood such as your favourite food, little trinkets he thinks you’ll like and anything else you’ve shown interest in. He doesn’t really understand why you’re attached to him, he doesn’t think he’s much fun to be around, but sure, whatever makes you happy is alright to him. (He’s actually happy that you like being around him.) If you’re upset, he’ll approach you with your favourite drink and a glass of wine and sit down with you. Talking is optional, he hopes that during that time, you’ll open up to him and vent your frustrations so you’ll feel calmer. He always reminds you that if there’s anything he can do to support you, just tell him and he’ll do it.

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[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Christmas Morning Pt.4

woooo here’s pt.4 for you suckers!! i’m living my s12 2020 life rn because you all get some crygi. i have never done this before so, apologies if this absolutely sucks asphalt

so anyways, hope you enjoy!

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“Crys! Get your cat before she eats any more tinsel!” Crystal was buried underneath the covers of her warm bed when she heard her roommate shout through their apartment. 

“Why is she my cat whenever she does something bad?” She shouted back, in denial of the fact that she had to get up.

“Because you’re her mother. Now go put her in timeout!”

Knowing she was fighting a losing battle, Crystal sighed and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She clumsily reached on her nightstand for her glasses, sliding them on and finally seeing the world. She tied her robe around her waist and walked down the hall, passing by a mirror which she chose to ignore. She already knew how bad her hair looked in the morning.

What she didn’t know she would see was her roommate Gigi holding a Christmas present in front of the tree, blocking a hissing TicTac. She laughed, getting Gigi to whip her head around to face her. She looked slightly embarrassed, cheeks flushed the second she heard Crystal’s bubbly laughter.

“Don’t just stand there, help me! She nearly broke an ornament.”

“That’s why I told you to put the fragile ones higher up.” She went over and picked up the cat by the scruff of her neck, cradling her gently and scratching her head. The calico stopped hissing, leaning into the warm touch and purring in an instant. Gigi huffed and put down the wrapped box. 

“Oh so I’m the bad guy?”

“Well..”

“You are not siding with a cat, Crystal Elizabeth.”

“She’s my baby! How can I resist her little face?” She cooed at the cat, TicTac purring and meowing in a higher pitch. She leaned her head back and looked at Gigi with wide eyes, tilting her head in an adorable way that made the redhead groan.

“How do I always lose to a damn cat?”

“Don’t worry. You’re still prettier than her.” Crystal giggled, putting down the cat and watching her roam back to her cat tree, suddenly more interested in that than whatever was on the tree. Gigi rolled her eyes and tucked some of her hair behind her ear, her cheeks still flushed. She cleared her throat, “so anyways, how about we exchange gifts? I know you’re leaving after lunch to see your Moms.”

Crystal nodded. “Sure, sounds great.” She plopped down on the ground, crossing her knees and reaching over to pull out a box. Gigi did the same and she chuckled when she looked at the differences in their wrapping of the boxes.

The box in Gigi’s hand was meticulously wrapped. The corners are crisp and the line thin and defined. The silver wrapping paper made it seem like between her fingers was a mirror filled with whatever desires and wishes you could imagine. It was everything Gigi was: clean, crisp, professional, beautiful, and oh-so-alluring. It made Crystal smile and think about just how long she could’ve spent wrapping to make sure it was absolutely perfect in her eyes. She smiled a little at the thought of Gigi sticking her tongue out just a little bit like she always did when she concentrated on something important to her.

Crystal's box was the complete opposite from Gigi’s. It was wrapped well enough, the tape pieces lifting from the sides of, hanging on for dear life to keep the paper attached to each other. The paper was expressive; the butcher paper covered in swirling patterns drawn in with crayon. Yellows and blues and greens, making  it seem like the entire rainbow was captured by the wax scratches on the paper. Gigi smiled slightly, thinking about Crystal relaxing in her room, headphones in and listening to music while she lazily doodled onto the spare paper, her fingers holding onto the crayon loosely but still commanding it with such power. They looked at each other with sheepish smiles before exchanging gifts, both smiling a little wider as they held a part of the other person.

“You go-”

“I think-”

They look at each other and laugh, echoing throughout the apartment. “Here.” Gigi said, still smiling and looking at Crystal. “Why don’t we do it together?” Crystal nodded. 

“Smart. Ready, on three.” Gigi nodded and readied her nails.

“One…two…three!” 

Papers ripped and ribbons were untied as a pile of destruction was made on the floor. Tictac tilted her head, yellow eyes looking at the mess and abandoning her tower. She made her way over, meowing and swatting at the scarps, now easily distracted from the twinkling lights and shiny glass ornaments on the tree.

“Crystal… this is so beautiful. I love it.” Gigi held a little ceramic cup in her hand, the outside painted in a gorgeous 70’s motif with daisies and swirls and looping arches. She smiled at her and held it close to her chest. “When did you make this? I normally notice when you get clay all over your clothes.”

“I actually wore an apron this time. I wanted it to be a surprise.” The curly haired girl smiled lopsidedly. “But my 3D teacher had extra so I thought it would be perfect for you cause I know you don’t like the bag you have for your makeup brushes.” She rubbed the back of her neck and Gigi smiled.

“I love it. Thank you, Cryssie. Now actually open up your box, cheater.”

Crystal rolled her eyes. “Alright, alright. So sorry I wanted to see if you hated the gift.” She chuckled and looked down, opening the box.

“I could never hate anything you make.” She whispered, loud enough for Crystal to hear and inhale as she pulled out a handmade scarf. She smiled at it and felt the yarns, multiple different colors all woven together lovingly and she could smell the hint of Gigi’s perfume on it.

“Geege, it’s perfect thank you so much.”

She shrugged. “You always forget your scarf. Maybe now that this one is more… you, you’ll remember to wear it and not freeze to death.” She picked at her nail beds, not wanting to look at her and have her see her embarrassingly hot cheeks.

“I’ll wear it today.” She said with a certainty that made Gigi’s heart flutter. They stayed quiet, Crystal smiling at Gigi and Gigi focusing intently on the little shreds of wrapping paper from TicTac’s claws. She swallowed and went to get up but she felt something tug at her. She looked down and saw a menagerie of colors across her torso. There was another pull again and she was back on the ground, crouched in front of Crystal and her mind running a million miles a minute.

“Crys... wh-what are you?”

“I wanted to say thank you.” Her voice was warm and fuzzy and it made her head swim.

“But you already did.” She said nervously. “Crystal, you’re freaking me out. What are you-” She felt something warm and soft hold her hand. She looked down and saw Crystals hand over hers, her fingers curling over and held onto her. Time seemed to slow as Gigi felt her heartbeats thump against her chest. 

“Gigi,” her voice was soft and she couldn’t refuse, looking at her and only finding deep pools of warm brown warmth. “May I?”

She didn’t trust her voice, her throat dryer than any desert she could’ve imagined. She looked at her and nodded slightly, eyes drifting down to her lips. God she hoped, she dreamed to feel how soft they were. Crystal's hands came up to Gigi’s cheeks and her eyes shot wide open, feeling Gigi soar forward into her lips and kiss her.  Her lips were softer and sweeter than anything imaginable, like cotton candy and that bottle of sweet wine Gigi snuck in after finals. They pulled away breathless and staring at each other. Crystal was burning up as she looked at her roommate, her roommate that she just kissed.

“Sorry.” The redhead whispered. “I wanted to do it first. Merry Christmas, Crystal.”

She smiled at her and chuckled. “Merry Christmas, Gigi.” She pulled the scarf more, getting a little yelp from Gigi as she kissed her again, finding a better use for her present.

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Hiii, I saw your self-ship ask event and omg, it's so cute! Anyway, I wanted to ramble about me and none other than Ran Haitani (doing so makes me really happy and warm) Thank you so much for doing this event :")

I'm allergic to showing the people I like/love that I like/love them. So this means I can be kinda "tsundere" in a way as a panic response when someone notices that I like them? It goes a little like this:

Person: "Aww, you did [favor] for me! Are you going soft for me?"

Me: "I only did it because I had nothing else to do." (lying)

You can already see how that'll go with Ran lmao. I feel like he'd just smile and say "If you say so~" because he can see right through me.

I'm the type to do something drastic when I get really angry. While me and Ran are both generally calm people, he's the calmer one of the two of us. I'm all rational and reasonable until I get angry which is why it's Ran who has to hold me back.

I don't know what to do with myself when someone shows romantic interest in me. If someone is trying to hint that they like me in that way, I will act like the most dense motherfucker ever. Giggling at the thought of Ran being entertained at first and then getting frustrated the longer it goes on.

I'm likely to write/make art about the people I love. (I may or may not have written poems and created concept playlists about Ran) That's one of my love languages along with Quality Time and Acts of Service, I guess. I never show the poems and artworks to my muses, though. I would die before I ever do that lol. I think Ran would have a knack for finding my work and knowing when it's about him. I'll never hear the end of it.

I'm down for just sitting in silence or napping together which I bet Ran would be very happy to do. I feel like we can both stop caring about being interesting when together alone and just exist.

I don't have a playlist but the songs that give me the most Ran feels are:

Don't Delete the Kisses - Wolf Alice

Tokyo Love Hotel - Rina Sawayama

R.E.M. - Ariana Grande

That's all, thank you!

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◇─◇──◇── @tenjikubaby  x Ran! ──◇──◇─◇

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A second birthday special! Happy birthday!

□ Ran adores your playlists and lets you curate the music on every drive you take together. Sometimes he listens closely to the lyrics and will tease you if there's a chance you're playing it because it reminds you of him.

□ Ran doesn't snoop. He doesn't! But sometimes he does drop a sketchbook/notebook and he happens to notice a doodle of a person that looks suspiciously like him. And sometimes he likes to pull poem books off the shelf to take a peek at any loose leaf sheets poking out.

□ He wishes sometimes that he could express his feelings that way for you, but he opts instead for tugging you to bed to cuddle and nap. You can usually guess he's found something when he gets EXTRA physically clingy <3.

□ Ran also loves quality time, I think it might be one of his top two love languages. You know, he's such a gossip lol. I think he loves to spend chatty time before naps, arms wrapped around your back, tugging you to half lay on him,,,

□ I feel like Ran loves PDA and doing silly grand gestures that he knows fluster you. Eventually he gets a feel for the lines he cannot cross, but honestly, here and there, his antics (a little slap to your ass in front of the guys or a big dramatic sign and flowers to pick you up at any public transport or event.

□ He will scoop you up and leave kisses up and down your face and you'll be blushing FURIOUSLY and you probably pull him by his hand to leave as quickly as possible because such histrionics are probably uncomfortable for you (same tho)

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Consider Ran (before you're together) having a week where he get's frustrated with the chase. And you part on rocky terms. But through it all, my god he's really genuinely grown so attached to you and he needs to find a way to fix stuff. For ease, lets assume he has some myspace/discord portal to see what you're listening to and he finds you listening to don't delete the kisses on repeat. He leaves a note in you bag the next time you see him, he leaves a note in his weirdly neat handwriting:

"Get over it and take me out.

It's meant for you.

-r"

It's the most romantic this he's done and that he may ever do but shit. Maybe it won't be too hard to hit him up at least....casually...right?

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Come make my day, tell me about your self ship, and get some hcs of your own.

[enchantedaloefics]

Hobie x Spider-Person Reader (Chapter Three)

This may or may not be entirely a self insert (if that wasn't obvious already) but I'm having a lot of fun writing this between doodling and playing way too much stardew. I had a specific song in mind while writing because it's one of my favorites (Brave as a Noun by AJJ) but I didn't wanna make it too specific (Even if my ramblings about music tastes were entirely just me rambling about myself.) Anyways, hope you enjoy!!

~~Chapter Three~~

It didn’t take long for the casual conversation to focus back on you. 

“So,” Gwen asked, perched on the back of one of the chairs, “Tell us a little about yourself.”

“Well… um, My name is Y/N. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for three years I've been the one and only Spider-Man. Or, I thought I was.” You looked around, and everyone was nodding along. This seemed to be a universal experience. You had to think of something else.

“Aside from that, I’m an artist and a musician. I play a few instruments and I sing-“ that seemed to pique Hobie’s interest “- and I graduated high school about a year back. I like video games and, um… I’m not sure what else to say.”

“Musician?” Hobie asked, turning towards you more in his seat, leaning towards you slightly. “What kinda music ya into?” He shot a look at Gwen, one you couldn’t quite read, but Gwen leaned closer as well.

“My taste is all over the place I guess. Classic rock, Alt, indie, various punk subgenres, especially folk punk or pop punk, Taylor Swift… Do you guys have Taylor swift? Doesn’t matter- but I’ll listen to anything,” you couldn’t help the smile that made its way to your face, “My aunt May loved driving me to school when I was younger. We’d put on the radio and sing at the top of our lungs, and if I found a song I’d like I’d write it down and see how fast I could learn it on whatever instrument I felt like practicing.”

You shifted in your seat slightly. Talking about your aunt felt bittersweet now, but you loved music. That and painting were what got you through your tough times. “Do you guys play anything?”

You should have put the pieces together by now. Of course Hobie played an instrument. Two amps sat stacked in one corner of the room, one electric guitar propped next to them, another across the room. Plus the various picks you saw when you came in. Your face bloomed red with embarrassment at the question. 

“Of course they do, bro, these two have been trying to start a band here since Gwen showed up,” Pav chimed in, leaning forward as well, though that seemed to just be his posture. “Hobie’s trying to teach me bass, but I haven’t had much time to practice between school and Gayatri and Spider-manning.”

You nodded along, barely noticing the sounds of people moving as you asked “Gayatri? Are they another spider-person?”

“Oh, no, bro!” He started, waving his hands. “She’s my girlfriend back home! Doesn’t even know I’m Spider-Man yet.”

“I’m sure she knows, Pav,” Gwen chimed in, settling back into her seat. “You’re a terrible liar and Gaya’s smart. Not to mention you flirt with her as Pavitr and Spider-Man…” She twirled her drum sticks in her hands- wait, when did she get those- as she spoke.

You switched your attention back to Hobie, who had left his spot on the couch. He was instead plugging his ax into one of the amps. You felt excitement bubble in your stomach. You love watching people play. The sound of live music, the vibrations shaking your chest and buzzing in your head.

“You said Folk Punk? Bit specific, innit?” Your face flushed slightly, but you nodded. 

“Yeah. AJJ, Crywank, Pat the Bunny…” You trailed off, laughing quietly to yourself at the face Pav made at the names. You reached for the pocket of your suit, flush to your thigh and fairly well hidden, and pulled out your phone. It was busted and broken, but it still had service… somehow. You really didn’t understand this whole multiverse thing. But you managed to pull up your music and play one of your favorites.

Hobie nodded slightly, turning up the volume so Gwen and Pav could hear, and you couldn’t help but hum along, bobbing your head and tapping your foot. Your fingers twitched along with the note changes you’ve memorized on your guitar. As the song ends, Hobie looked pleased, pushing his guitar towards you.

You tilted your head slightly, sliding your phone back into your pocket before raising your eyebrow at him. He simply nodded, gesturing towards the guitar. “You said you play, yeh?”

“Yeah, but… you just listened to the song, didn’t you?” You picked up the guitar, turning it over in your arms, resting it on your lap. It was amazing, even if it was a good bit beat up. A sticker on the side was peeling up and scratching your arm slightly, but for some reason it didn’t bother you.

“Yeh, but I wanna hear you play it,” he replied, his voice close to a mumble. For half a second, you forgot anyone else was watching you, and you held the guitar closer, ready to play. You felt your face turn red, and your stomach fluttered with nerves. You shook your head, but when you glanced back up, everyone looked at you so expectantly. Hobie slipped a pick between your fingers, and you quickly adjusted your grip as Gwen tapped her drumsticks together, a non-verbal offer to start the song off, like a test to see if you could join them.

Your fingers were cold, poor circulation never your friend anyways but nerves making it worse, and your throat felt tight, but you nodded anyway.You counted the taps, nodding along to the drum sticks hitting the coffee table- Gwen had set up her own makeshift drum set, and you were thankful. It was quieter than the real thing. Your hands were shaky as you plucked out the first few chords, your knuckles pale and tense. The first few words sounded squeaky, like your own throat was strangling itself to keep them from coming out, and you knew everyone noticed. You could feel your face burn all the way to your ears, but you kept on.

As you played, you could feel your hands warm up, your voice leave your throat a little easier. Music was second nature to you, but without your mask, you were never the most confident person. This certainly wasn’t your best work, but you weren’t crying, which was monumental enough for you.

It wasn’t long before you finished, and you shoved the guitar away like it burned. There was a moment of silence, then Pavitr clapping and whooping. You couldn’t help but smile, the reaction reminded you of your Aunt.

“Thanks, Pav. Sorry that was rough, I don’t really play in front of people. I opened for a concert as spiderman once, but that’s different,” you started, picking at your hangnails, staring down at your chipped nail polish.

“Gwendy, you thinkin what I am?” Hobie asked, moving the guitar from you and unplugging it, setting it back down. You finally chanced a look at their faces. Gwen looked ecstatic, Hobie at least a little impressed. You felt your chest swell with the slightest bit of pride.

“Hell yeah! We’re finally getting a band!”

[womansound]

also nao and quinn, we're BUILDING THINGS tonight !!!!!!!!

SEND   ME   A   SHIP   AND   I’LL   TELL   YOU…

*   who’s   the   cuddler   ?   quinn!   i   think   in   general   he’d   be   the   more   physically   affectionate   one,   hanging   off   of   nao   and   using   them   as   his   personal   jungle   gym.   not   that   nao   minds,   obviously   !   which   is   so   dear   to   me   !!!    *   who   makes   the   bed   ?   im   gonna   say   neither   of   them   i’m   sorry   HKGJRNGR   nao   doesn’t   really   function   like   that,   is   of   the   mindset   that   at   some   point   they’re   going   to   be   back   in   bed   anyway,   so   what’s   the   point! *   who   wakes   up   first   ?   maybe   nao   ?   it   isn’t   long   though,   just   enough   to   get   the   coffee   machine   running   before   coming   back   to   peck   quinn   awake   :”)   if   they   somehow   manage   to   get   up   even   earlier   that’s   a   quick   doodle   of   sleepy   quinn   in   their   sketchbook,   i   swear   they’ve   got   a   million   of   them   at   this   point   but   whatever   !!   it’s   their   most   recent   favorite   sight   !! *   who   has   the   weird   taste   in   music   ?   definitely   quinn.   nao’s   music   taste   doesn’t   diverge   much   beyond   the   same   playlist   of   some   25   songs   they   put   on   when   drawing,   so   quinn   exposes   them   to   all   these   different   songs   and   genres   and   it’s   kind   of   this   whole   new   world   they   loveeee   exploring   ok   !!!   and   they   love   exploring   it   with   him   !!!! *   who   is   more   protective   ?   quinn.   nao   says   they’re   strong   and   tough   but   haze   and   doie   already   beg   to   differ,   what   more   quinn   !!   that   is   HIS   baby   thanks   so   much   !! *   who   sings   in   the   shower   ?   quinn.   nao   loves   listening   to   it   from   the   bedroom,   or   in   the   shower   with   him,   or   wherever.    *   who   cries   during   movies   ?   nao   is   a   WRECK   each   time!   i   think   they’re   a   huge   movie   nut   too   so   it’s   so   funny   because   they   KNOW   certain   movies   will   make   ‘em   cry   and   yet   continue   to   watch   them   anyway   HBRKJNGRKLGR *   who   spends   the   most   while   out   shopping   ?   nao   lives   to   spoil   their   friends   so   i   don’t   think   quinn   would   be   any   different!   quinn   mentions   something   offhandedly   and   nao   just   gets   it   for   him   without   question,   throws   four   of   the   same   thing   into   their   shopping   cart   before   moving   casually   right   along   ! *   who   kisses   more   roughly   ?   nao,   but   mostly   because   it’s   been   a   while   since   they’ve   had   someone   hold/touch   them   like   that   ?   but   they’ve   known   from   the   beginning   that   they   wanted   to   devour   quinn   alive,   it’s   not   fair   that   someone   is   that   pretty,   they   must   do   what   they   gotta   do   ! *   who   is   more   dominant   ?   quinn,   but   i   feel   like   he’s   gentle   about   it   when   he   wants   to   be   ..   nao   very   much   appreciates   it   though   they   like   that   in   a   man   hehe ... 😌 *   my   rating   of   the   ship   from   1-10.   LIKE   SEVEN   MILLIONNNNNNN   ADA   we’ve   had   them   maybe   5   proper   minutes   and   already   im   OBSESSED   icb   we   DID   IT   AGAIN!