#I NEED to make it so devastating it keeps people up at night lol

[doctorweebmd]

The real question is… is 69ing inherently romantic?

[earthtooz]

x : LUNCH BREAK :*+ﾟ

in which: you don't visit wriothesley during his lunch break after last night's argument, so he goes to the court of fontaine just to see you.

warnings: approx. 1.9k words, PURE FLUFF, gn!reader x pathetic and soppy and lovesick wriothesley, canon setting, reader works at the court of fontaine, post-argument so very minimal angst, probs not in character LOL

a/n: there's not a lot of content regarding fontaine or wriothesley rn so i apologise if this isn't completely in character. what i do not apologise for, however, is the urge to make him as lovesick as possible.

There is a notable tension in the Fortress of Meropide, and although a prison isn’t a place for rainbows and sunshine, today it feels especially devastating. It seems that the lord of the prison is the one responsible for it.

Brooding at his desk, Wriothesley glances occasionally at the clock on his desk, growing more and more impatient with each document he has to read through. He is waiting for something: a knock on his door. He is waiting for the call of his name, the reason for their interruption, then your name will reach his ears and an unmatched excitement will bloom in his chest. Then you’ll slip through the doors with lunch for two, he’ll pull out a chair for you right beside him, and mask professionalism that betrays the eagerness your presence always brings out. 

Your absence must be because of the argument that happened last night. One that remained unresolved because he went to bed before you, too furious to try to talk it out. Yet, when Wriothesley woke in the morning, a wave of guilt washed over him when you weren’t pressed against him like usual. Instead, you were on the other side of the mattress, further than an arm’s length away whilst turned away from him and Fontaine’s chilly mornings had never felt colder.

If he didn’t need to go to work much earlier than you, he would have waited until you had woken up to leave, but being the lord of the Fortress of Meropide meant that his presence was demanded. So, with a lingering kiss to your cheek and then your temple, he leaves into the dewy mornings of Fontaine, looking forward to his lunch break that the two of you often share together.

Except now, lunch is almost over and there hasn’t been a knock on his door. No one has called his name- not people he cared about, at least. You haven’t slipped through the heavy set of doors. You haven’t come down from the Court of Fontaine to visit him, and Wriothesley’s patience is thinning.

His fingers itch with the need to hold you, to tuck you close to his chest and just keep you there for a few moments as time pass by. Especially after last night, Wriothesley needs you now more than ever. 

By the time there’s only one hour left in the work day, he snaps. Stands up from his seat with an unmatched sense of fervour because of the unnervingly quiet day and snatches his coat from the hanger, leaving documents unread as he makes a beeline for the exit of the prison. The guards listen attentively to Wriothesley’s final commands for the day in his absence and once the information is cemented, the dark-haired is off without another second wasted.

You, on the other hand, sit in your office drowned in piles upon piles of papers. Wriothesley is a passing thought every now and then, the memories of last night’s harsh argument settling like weights in your stomach. You miss Wriothesley, very dearly, and all you want is to settle things with him. However, the image of his furious eyes and clenched jaw terrifies you beyond belief, you’re not even sure if he’ll be calmer by the time you get home, so for the first time ever, you dread the idea of going home. 

What you are completely unaware of, however, is your lover that is storming your way, desperate to receive the medicine that will cure his moodiness and irritation. 

The knock on your door distracts you from the piles of papers on your desk. 

“Who is it?” you call out, voice reverberating around the spaciousness of your office.

“It’s Wriothesley, can I come in?” His tone is sharp and leaves no room for you to reject him, but the mere sound of his voice causes you to stiffen, grip on your pen tightening as the papers before you lay forgotten. 

What is Wriothesley doing here? He normally never comes up to the Court of Fontaine just to see you because leaving the prison would be far too neglectful. There was also half an hour before he was done for the day, so could there be official business that needs to be discussed? Something urgent, perhaps? 

If it was urgent, then why come to you and not Monsieur Neuvillette- or even Lady Furina?

“Yeah- yes, you can come in,” you mutter.

When the door clicks open, Wriothesley practically barges through, door shutting behind him as he marches towards you. Getting up from your chair, you’re frightened with anticipation due to  how intense his stance is. 

“Is something the matter?” You begin, panic seeping into your voice as he pauses before you, determination setting his eyes ablaze as he eyes you down like prey. “Wriothesley, you’re scaring me, did something happen at the prison-”

“Where were you at lunch?” He demands.

You blink. “Excuse me?”

“Why didn’t you come visit?” 

“Is… is why you came up here? To ask why I didn’t visit you during lunch?”

He nods, expression stern as usual save for a small pout.

“I was swamped with work,” you half-lie, gesturing to the desk behind you and although there is clear evidence on your table through the form of stacked folders and paper, a storm of uncertainty brews in his blue eyes. “I couldn’t visit if I wanted to get these done, I apologise.”

The dark-haired frowns. “Is that it?”

“Yes. That’s all.” His eyebrows furrow, creating crease marks in his forehead that you want to kiss away, alleviating his worries, but you hold yourself back from doing so in fear that Wriothesley does not want you touching him. 

However, a switch is flicked when Wriothesley’s stern expression softens, melting into one resembling a kicked dog. “So you’re not upset with me?” 

“Oh, is that also on your mind?”

“Of course, I don’t like it when you’re upset with me,” your lover mutters, looking away bashfully to conceal the reddening of his cheeks. “You aren’t though, right?”

“No, not upset. Scared, maybe, but definitely not upset.” 

His eyes are glossy when he looks back at you. “Scared, why are you scared?” 

“W-we didn’t end on a good note last night,” you rub your wrist nervously. “I didn’t know if you would be happy with seeing me. On top of that, you can be really intimidating sometimes, so admittedly, I was a little scared to come see you just in case that you did not want me there.”

Wriothesley visually deflates with your last statement, shoulders dropping and eyes glistening as he murmurs a small, pathetic, “is that so?”

He wonders what part about him ever made it seem like he never wants you beside him, and the thought that he had frightened you enough to prevent you visiting him is an upsetting one. You must see it in his eyes with the way you frantically begin to explain yourself. 

“Oh no, darling, I didn’t mean it like that-”

He turns his head away again, disappointed in himself. It’s one thing for his prisoners to consider him intimidating but it’s another for you, his own lover, to think so as well, and the thought that he had scared you creates insurmountable shame to swell within him. Yet, his whirlwind of anxieties ceases when your hand goes to cup his cheek, gently prompting him to look at you. Then, a kiss is pressed to the corner of his lips, and his heart skips a beat at the sensation, love blocking his airways when you pull away to smile up at him. 

“As scary as you might be, oh great lord of the Fortress of Meropide, I also know you will never hurt me,” you reassure. “Rather, I feel safest when I’m around you, please never doubt that.”

Wriothesley sighs, hand snaking up to grip your waist and pull you closer to him. “Thank you, my love. But I beg, even if you assume I am upset with you, please keep visiting my office during lunch, it is the part of the day I look forward to most.”

“If that is your request then maybe you just need to be good and listen to me instead of arguing until your head pops off,” you tease, patting his face twice and he huffs before muttering an ‘understood’. Anything to see you. “Is there something else you need from my office?”

“No, just wanted to see you,” he looks at the brown paper bag in his hands. “I brought you lunch, just in case you didn’t eat.” 

“Wriothesley,” you melt, “how thoughtful of you. I’ll make sure to eat it when I finish reading those contracts.”

“You should eat now, though. Don’t drown yourself in work, it’s not healthy.”

“I wish it were that easy, but these piles were dumped on my desk this morning and were assigned to be done by the end of the week.”

The hand that was on your waist comes up to gently hover over your cheek and Wriothesley studies you, icy eyes hardening due to the fatigue present in your expression. You grab his wrist, trying to diverge his attention, but you should know better than assuming that your wellbeing isn’t of utmost importance to him. “Unacceptable, I should have a word with your supervisor-”

“-no, no, Wriothesley! I insist, this is manageable.”

He frowns, deep and serious before surrendering to your pleas. “Fine, but if it doesn’t get better by the end of the week, then I will be interfering.”

“If you do so, my supervisor will be too scared to come in for a month,” you squeeze his wrist and gently guide it away from your face, ignorant to how your neglect for your own health hurts Wriothesley as well. He knows you love your job, but he still thinks that you deserve to live life carefree, that you should get everything you want without ever lifting a finger. “It’s alright, dear, you mustn’t worry about me when your work is a thousand times more stressful.”

“Impossible.” He worries about you every second of the day. Telling Wriothesley to stop fretting over you would be like telling him to stop breathing. “Now eat.” 

You yelp when he pulls you towards your chair, sitting you down. From the paper bag, he takes out a sandwich, one that you recognise is from one of fontaine’s favourite cafés, and he carefully unwraps it before raising it to your mouth.

“Wriothesley… this is a little embarrassing,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself.

He doesn’t say anything, just persistently stares at you, gaze intense enough for you to give in. As you lean in to take the first bite, you are bashfully looking away from your lover, who wears a pleased expression, satisfied with the fact that you’re letting him take care of you. 

The tension from last night’s dispute hasn’t completely melted away, there are still things that need to be discussed calmly, but as you keep trying to push his hand away and battle Wriothesley’s indestructible stubbornness, he knows it will work out in the end. You love him and he loves you, and if you ever forget to visit him during lunch break again, then he’ll have to tear himself away from the prison and come up, just to meet you.

© EARTHTOOZ 2023, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[aurorawest]

I finished The Mars House last night and have been trying to gather my thoughts beyond ADJFAWEHDHA; and AHHHHHHHH. Let's see how this works out.

In a lot of ways this is a pretty typical Natasha Pulley book, which makes you love complicated people who have done bad things, possibly for good reasons and possibly not. The love interest is to all appearances a xenophobic nationalist, but you better believe I loved Gale pretty much immediately.

In other ways this book is different from her past work—obviously there's the far future setting, but it's pretty clear that Pulley wanted to Say Something about gender with The Mars House. This book is a response to and shots fired at the terf ideology and it is not at all subtle about it. And of course, it's a Natasha Pulley book, so there's still empathy for the far-future Martian terfs.

So I would definitely call it the most...political? of her books, which for me was not at all a bad thing. It has everything that I love about Pulley novels—her gorgeous use of language, her ability to wring beauty and pathos out of the small and ordinary, the gay pining, the morally dubious main characters. I've seen reviews say both that the science is ridiculous and that the book is hard science fiction, and I would come down on the side of the science probably being a bit ridiculous, since it's definitely not hard science fiction (lol at the reviewers who are throwing that term around and not knowing what it means). I actually have no idea if the science is plausible or not and I honestly don't care, because that's really not the point of the book.

Anyway, now I'm just going to list things. Doing a read more for spoilers! And I'm not joking, I'm going to spoil the whole book under here so really, if you haven't read it and you care about that, don't keep reading.

The worldbuilding was so good. I mean, this is one of Pulley's strengths, but I had wondered how it would stack up in a sci fi novel versus her historical fiction. As usual, everything was so visceral and textured. Tharsis and Songshu feel like real places I could visit.

THE MAMMOTHS OMG OMG. When they decided to ask the mammoths for help pulling up the gravity train, I almost jumped up from the couch yelling (I would have, but I couldn't disturb my cat who was on my legs). The entire idea of communicating with mammoths and studying mammoth society almost made me cry. Having spent even a tiny amount of time around elephants in the wild, all of that rang 100% plausible. And true in my heart.

I need a sequel where River and January go to Alpha Centauri to talk to the aliens that the Penglai mission is going to find there.

I'M ABOUT TO SPOIL THE ENTIRE BOOK SO DON'T READ ANYMORE IF YOU DON'T WANT THAT.

Speaking of River, yeah I guessed that "Aubrey" was actually River. The clues were well done and I felt smug when I was right.

But!! I actually thought River knew more than they did! A literal chill went up my back when River revealed they had NO IDEA AUBREY WAS LITERALLY IN THEIR ROOM WITH THEM.

The scene in River's bathtub had me screaming crying throwing up.

Is Natasha Pulley working through something re: waifish orphans? I knew Yuan was going to end up being adopted into House Song within pages of their (his?) introduction.

I love that we never find out if River is biologically male or female. I love that January says it doesn't matter and he means that and never tells us.

Speaking of gender abolition, can I have that please for myself.

All of the animals were, as always, a delight. Shoutout to the puffin at the beginning who we never see again, as well as Shuppiluliuma in her basket.

The ancient Mediterranean references littered through this book (see above) were also a delight.

When you think about it, both of Aubrey's consorts fell for River, and that's funny.

The flashes of love between River and Aubrey were devastating.

The haptic implants are a dystopian nightmare and absolutely a realistic prediction of where we're going to end up.

Mori and Daughter!!

[infinitegalahad]

SOMEWHERE IN TRIBECA (PART ONE)

Pairing: Jimmy Vesey x Female! Indentifying Reader Summary: It took Jimmy a second, and it sent him into shock. Chills overtook his body. God, Jimmy felt fucking old, and like a damn dirty dog.  He tried, tried to say no, but he couldn’t. He sent her a rose and threw his phone down.  Not even a minute later, Jimmy’s phone buzzed. Immediately flipping it over and bracing for the worst, he saw the notification that he thought was fake.  (Y/n) liked you! Match to return the conversation.  Word Count: 3.3k Warnings: Age gap, mentions of trauma, depression, and alcoholism/alcohol abuse. Notes: This idea has been infecting my mind for months on end. There's been a lack of Vesey content, and given my expierences this year, I had to contribute them! To myself and Jimmy Vesey, of course. This chapter starts out a little slow, but the buildup is there (and Kevin and Brady being the best bros to ever exist). Things will definitely pick up next chapter, I promise. Idk anyone watched the game tonight, but NO QUIT IN NEW YORK. AND WE DEMAND MORE VESEY CONTENT. I promise to go in more about what the hell happened in my life soon, in another note! Tomorrow since I wanna read some fanfiction and go to bed lol. And Here is a playlist for the story. I recommend listening to Secret Garden by Bruce Springsteen and Duckworth by Kendrick Lamar for the best vibes of this story. . Anyways enjoy!! :) Taglist | Masterlist

Jimmy had been sitting a whole thirty minutes in a corner until somebody noticed him. 

Jimmy didn’t want to be there, but he really didn’t want to be there. Even before Kevin’s and Katya’s wedding, he had spent so many days drinking and socializing. Not that he had an issue with it, but nothing was new and interesting with him, minus being thrown around the country before landing back in New York. With his new contract, he was secured in New York. No more jumping around, for at least another two years. 

And of course, it had to be Kevin four beers deep. He dragged himself over from one edge of the table to another, draping an arm around Jimmy. Jimmy, of course, threw his phone down at sight. 

“You need to meet somebody,” Kevin bluntly stated, as if Jimmy didn’t know that. Jimmy looked around the table to see the gaggle of Rangers, ex-Rangers, and Philadelphia players, all with wives or girlfriends. 

“I’m trying,” Jimmy quietly said, not making eye contact as he held his beer. 

“Well, you need to try harder,” Kevin said, slinging an arm around Jimmy. You’re telling me you can’t find anybody?” 

Jimmy sighed and shrugged his shoulders, looking at Kevin with a helpless look. He wanted to crack a joke, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He knew there was a sadness in his eyes. He felt like he had most of everything, even though it was perfect, but he lacked one thing; somebody else. 

Here he is, as a thirty-year-old, still in the same boat he was at eighteen. After years of one serious relationship, a few hookups here and there in between moving teams, and another serious relationship that devastated him, Jimmy felt like couldn’t catch a break, nor could he catch one. 

Jimmy shook his head and took a swig of his beer. He had been keeping count, and it was his first one of the night. It wouldn’t be his last, but that was for later. He didn’t like getting drunk, especially around other people. Years of drinking he thought would have taught him to hold it, and he can, just not his emotions. Those always manage to come out. Everybody at the table knew that since they had seen it. 

Secret Garden lowly played in the background of Blue Ribbon, matching the quaint and hipster ambiance of the SoHo restaurant. 

Kevin was an asshole, but he was a loveable asshole. Jimmy was a brother to him, and he knew when and when to not make fun of him. He patted Jimmy’s shoulder and brought him close. He didn’t make a big deal of Jimmy’s loneliness, which Jimmy thanked him for. He simply sat and closed his eyes, feeling lightly tipsy as he listened to the low melody of the lyrics. He had tickets for a Bruce Springsteen Concert Labor Day Weekend, which was literally next weekend, and yet no one to go with. 

When that stupid lonely emotion started to make him feel heavy and shitty, Jimmy sighed and pulled his seat out. 

“I need to piss,” Jimmy mumbled to Kevin and patted his shoulder. He made a quick escape to the bathroom, needing a moment to pull himself together. 

Kevin wanted to go after him, but he knew JImmy needed his time. Out of the whole table, Jimmy was the only guy without a partner. And as much as Kevin loved him, it was point blank obvious before, during, and even after the wedding. Everybody was aware of it, and whale they did what they could, nothing budged, and nor would Jimmy. 

The other guys had dates, but that was different. Jimmy came, per usual, empty handed. From what Kevin knew, he hadn’t been out on the market since he his breakup with Madison. Jimmy didn’t like to talk about her or how it ended. Of course, he had moved past it, but some of the past was holding him back. 

Kevin looked down and saw Jimmy’s caseless iPhone on the counter. The screen was bright under the hardwood table, and Kevin’s thoughts were racing. He didn’t know if it was the beers talking or him, but a minute later Jimmy’s phone was in his hand. It showed off his Hinge profile, which Kevin partly didn’t want to see, but was also incredibly curious. 

In good old Jimmy Vesey nature, in between the zoomed photos and short prompt responses, it lacked character and information. No wonder he was having no luck; his presentation on daring apps was awful,

“Kevin, what the fuck?” 

Nearly pissing himself as a grown map, Kevin held the phone to his chest and swung over to see a topple of gorgeous salt and pepper hair; it was Brady. With a furrowed eyebrow and flushed cheeks, Brady gave a confused expression both at whatever he and Kevin just witnessed. 

Brady held his hand out, and Kevin let out a sad sigh. He handed it over, and Brady took a few seconds to scroll, making both disgusted and cringed faces at Jimmy’s profile. 

“My best trait is being chill?” Brady cringed.

“It’s better than his first photo being of him–at Harvard,” Kevin put his head into his hands, “Oy vey.” 

“I love Jimmy, but this is not a good look,” Brady said as he scrolled through his profile again. 

“What’s not a good look?” Katya said as she came behind. He saw Kevin and Brady loudly moping and throwing a phone around. 

Kevin and Brady helplessly looked at Katya, and Kevin handed her Jimmy’s phone. Takenaback, Katya took the phone. She was blinded up the bright and cracked screen of purple and white, but quickly adjusted to the profile. Taking her time as she scrolled through, she also too had a face of disgust.

“Oh wow, that is…” Katya said, trying to formulate words, “This is not good.”

“Oh believe us, we know,” Brady sighed as he pushed back his hair. 

“He couldn’t even get a date–” Kevin moped as he fell back into the table, “A damn date! Jimmy’s a fox, he can get any girl he wants–”

“--If he puts in the effort,” Brady finished Kevin’s sentence. 

Katya still stared at the screen. The photos weren’t the issue, it was just the presentation. She had known Jimmy for years. For a many who played Hockey, he was one of the better ones. He was kind but most importantly respectful. She knew his breakup had devastated him through the many long phone calls and Jimmy’s stays at there summer house, but it had almost been five years since he broke up with Madison. Especially since Jimmy was going to be in New York for a long time. 

Out with the old, and in with the new. 

“And he can do that, with some help,” Katya said as she sat between Kevin and Brady. Kevin and Brady, grab your phones. Send me every good photo of Jimmy you have right now.” 

“What are you-” Kevin asked before Katya placed a finger on his lip. 

“Best photos of Jimmy, now. Please and thank you.” 

When Jimmy came back to the table, at least five different guys and their partners were huddled together. Curious, Jimmy walked forward. Among the hushed whispers and nods, his phone was handed back to him–by Kevin, of course, who was red and all smiley. He giggled like a mischievous child, and knowing Kevin, he was up to no good. 

“What did you do?” Jimmy bluntly questioned, shoving his phone into his pocket. 

“Absolutely nothing,” Brady stated, putting his hands together. Jimmy looked down at him as Brady contained his laughter. Confused, Jimmy looked at both of them with a “what the fuck” expression. 

“You’ll see,” Kevin pointed out, “Don’t worry.”

Jimmy raised an eyebrow, “Well, I’m scared to look. And I’m very worried.”

As Kevin and Brady drunkenly laughed, Katya noticed and came over. She put a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder and reassuringly patted it. 

“Don’t listen to them,” Katya reassured, “You will be totally fine. We just…helped you out.” 

Now Jimmy was beyond fucking confused. Not to mention, he was tired. And he was feeling a lot of emotions he didn’t want to be feeling or thinking about. But the anger was outweighed by his sheer exhaustion. With a yawn, Jimmy sighed, figuring out it was a dumb prank. 

“Well, fuck the whole lot of you, I’m going home,” Jimmy announced. Acting over dramatically upset, Kevin and Brady wished him a goodbye. They laughed as well, telling him to “be careful” and “make sure to use a condom”. Jimmy scoffed and shrugged it off as teasing, primarily coming from the alcohol. After bidding his goodbye and congrats, Jimmy grunted and ordered himself an uber. The subway was not the route tonight. All he wanted to do was just get home and most importantly, be alone.

Even though he hated it. 

–

Name: Jimmy

Age: 30

Location: New York

Hometown: Boston

Occupation: Sports Professional

School: Harvard

My Ideal Date: Trying out a new recipe together at home, followed by a cozy movie night with homemade popcorn and our favorite snacks. As long as I get to be the big spoon. 

A random fact about me that surprises people…: I read a lot. My favorite way to unwind after a long day is curling up with a good book and a cup of tea. Looking for a cuddle buddy. 

I'm Looking For: Long-term, open to short-term (Monogomy)

Two Truths and a Lie: I speak Mandarin fluently, I play for a professional sports team, and I love Sushi. 

My Anthem: Crash Into Me by Dave Matthews Band

Jimmy sent you a rose. 

Name: (Y/n)

Age: 21

Location: New York

Hometown: New York

Occupation: Consultant and Law Student 

School: GW, UVA, Columbia Law School

My ideal weekend getaway destination is...: A charming bed and breakfast in a quaint coastal town, where I can spend my days exploring local shops, indulging in fresh seafood, and taking long walks along the beach.

I'm Looking For: Long-Term Relationship. No games, please. 

A random fact about me that surprises people...: Despite my innocent appearance, I have a mischievous side that loves to tease and flirt shamelessly.

My Anthem: Fire Fly by Childish Gambino

You now have a new match.

–

Jimmy got home around 9:30ish. Naturally, his growing feeling of loneliness had remained with constant reminders. The couple on the edge of the street, the doorman asking if he had been coming back from a date, and the worst of all; the damn couple in the elevator. With ti already being a small space, they couldn’t keep their hands off eachother. With Jimmy watching them unable to keep their hands off eachother, it made it all the more awkward. 

Hitting the 56th floor, Jimmy escaped. He heard giggles and shushes as the elevator silently shut. Looking back and sighing, Jimmy scoffed and dug in his pocket to grab his keys. 

He opened the door and was welcomed to a dark and unlived-in apartment illuminated by the World Trade Center and the skyline of Hoboken. As the light danced on the water, Jimmy kicked off his shoes, threw his keys into a bowl full of restaurant cards and matchboxes, and switched on the overhead lights. He wanted to rip off his clothes and simply decompress. 

A rinse-off and Corona certainly did the job for Jimmy. Slipping on a pair of boxers and an aged Harvard Men’s Hockey shirt, Jimmy took his beer and jumped into bed. The drinking was bad in college, and Jimmy thought it would go away with age, but somehow, it got worse—especially when he was alone and feeling what he called his therapist “things he didn’t want to feel.” 

Mindlessly scrolling through Netflix, he had already finished another beer. The bitter and blunt taste left a heavy taste in his mouth. He leaned back and let out a loud sigh, knowing he didn’t want another one. But he had training tomorrow, and he needed a good sleep. 

Forcing himself out of bed, Jimmy dragged himself to the kitchen. Opening the fridge and grabbing a beer, he looked at his phone for a distraction, checking his notifications. Emails, texts, and most importantly–Hinge notifications. 

He went from having two likes to fifteen, which was certainly progress. Forgetting his beer, Jimmy proceeded to scroll his matches. Expecting some hope, he found none. None of them rang a bell. Jimmy rested against the counter, resting his hand on his cheek as he mindlessly scrolled. 

Too boring, Too old, Too Familiar–

However, reaching his last match, something caught Jimmy’s attention.

It was a short yellow and lace dress, a bright smile, rosy cheeks, and dewy (y/s/c) skin. The girl posed with another group of girls, but among them, she stood out. Not just because of her dress (and how well it fit her and defined her figure), but it was how dead-drop gorgeous Jimmy thought she was. She had looked done up, but in a natural way, with soft makeup and silky curled (y/h/c) (y/h/t). Regardless, something about her intrigued Jimmy and made him feel warm inside. 

Upon further scrolling, (Y/n) was the yellow dress girl’s name. All of her photos were, as the first, beautiful. In the photos with groups, she always stood out in the best way possible. There were photos of her with friends, one of her serving in tennis, one with her diving on a beach–they all caused Jimmy to stare longer than he usually did. Not to mention, her prompts were perfect and interesting. (Y/n)  was adventurous, flirty, and full–a total minx. A mixture of gorgeous and cute, who had a fiery streak. Just what Jimmy loved. 

Not to mention, (Y/n) was smart, which made her more attractive than she already was. A political communication major, a former Divison 1 tennis player, and someone who just got her Master’s in Public Policy, she was more than accomplished.   

“Beauty and brains,” Jimmy smirked to himself, scrolling through his profile. The beer had become a pastime. 

Reaching the first photo, Jimmy scrolled to see her recent job. She was in her first year at Columbia Law School, working part-time as a consultant at one of those big think tanks. 

And she was twenty-fucking-one years old. 

It took Jimmy a second, and it sent him into shock. Chills overtook his body.

God, Jimmy felt fucking old, and like a damn dirty dog. 

He tried, tried to say no, but he couldn’t. He sent her a rose and threw his phone down. 

Not even a minute later, Jimmy’s phone buzzed. Immediately flipping it over and bracing for the worst, he saw the notification that he thought was fake. 

(Y/n) liked you! Match to return the conversation. 

(Y/n)’s profile opens, and Jimmy’s heart stops. She might be the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Through a series of speed tying to the point were his eyes blur att he small letters on the screen, Jimmy throws his phone down, again. He does it again–a stupid decision, of course. 

Jimmy: Consultant by day, law student by night, and a secret tease all the time? I think we might just be a match made in heaven. 

Nervously speeding back to his bedroom, he sat on the edge on his bed when his phone buzzed. Not even a minute later, and y/n responded. 

Y/n: Heyy Jimmy ;) Sexy, sporty, and smart? You’re a rare breed lol You’re definitely my kind of guy

In between (Y/n)’s response and her profile, Jimmy switched back and forth. Fuck, she was an absolute beauty. Inside most importantly, but also out. 

Jimmy:  You’re definitely my kind of girl. You seem fun. Why don’t we test out our chemistry? 😉 Y/n: What ideas do you have for a date? Jimmy: How about we put our brains and flirtation skills to the test over dinner sometime? Y/n: Haha damnnn Are you a Harvard exam? Because you've got me feeling all kinds of pressure 😏

A flash of white and yellow lace flashed across Jimmy’s eyes. He imagined his fingers tracing her thighs, which hugged the short edges of her dress, slowly riding up her curved thighs and-

Jimmy blinked and shook his head, distracting himself by typing up a response, red as a lovesick puppy.

Jimmy: Slow your horses, sweetheart Good thing I'm great under pressure. Let's see if you can keep up. Y/n: Haha I can you old man lol ;) Not even a hi, hello, how is your night And they say chivalry is dead lol  Jimmy:  How is your night? You’re the tease, not me.  Y/n:  And you fell into my trap lol It’s better now I’m bed with a face mask on lol, how about you? 

Jimmy felt a cool breeze as he made himself comfortable, bringing the heavy comforter over his lower body. 

Jimmy:  Not too bad, it would be better if you were right next to me.  As the little spoon, of course Y/n:  Hmmm, that is a tempting idea  You’re tall, you look like you give good cuddles Jimmy:  Anything to make you smile You have a beautiful smile, by the way Y/n: Aww, thank you ;) You’re pretty handsome, ngl   Once again you’re my type haha  Jimmy:  And you’re a dream come true I wanna know more about you, y/n Want me to order an uber? 

Fuck. It was a dumb response, but Jimmy couldn’t control himself around Y/n. He just wanted to see her in person. Not even to touch her, but to see her. If he could lucky, even hold her. Jimmy just wanted the company and the warmth, not her body. 

Y/n:  Oh wow! Not even the first date yet haha  Guess you are right, chivalry truly isn’t dead lol

With his thoughts racing, Jimmy overthought her response, which he never did with anyone. 

Jimmy:  I was joking, don’t worry. Not a dirty dog for nothing I just wanna get to know you because you are one of the most beautiful women I’ve seen on the app so far.   Y/n:  I knew it, I can tell you are a good guy don’t worry :) I wanna get to know you too, I like talking to you…a lot I’ve got some questions to ask you

Jimmy felt his cheeks go red as he smiled, hearitng all three of her messages. 

Jimmy:  And you are a good girl, straight off the bat  I like talking to you too 😌 I’m an open book. Speak to me  Y/n:  It’s about your two truths and lie I’m good at this game, but I can’t figure it out. Walk me through it? Jimmy:  And what do I get in exchange with you?  Y/n:  My company, of course! Jimmy:  Fair point, y/n.  I said dinner, but I just remembered something. Are you free on Labor Day weekend? Specifically, Sunday?  Y/n:  Yes…why ask? Jimmy: You, me, suite tickets to Bruce Springsteen at Metlife. Uber, drinks, and dinner are all on me.  Anxiously awaiting her response, (Y/n) took her time to respond, but eventually came through.  Y/n:  That doesn’t sound too bad at all  Alright, you got me  But I have one rule  Jimmy:  Talk to me, baby  Y/n:  Answer my questions nothing but truthfully?  Jimmy:  Of course, honesty is key.  What are your questions, sweetheart? Y/n:  Do you play for the New York Rangers, Mr. Hobey Baker? 

Holding the phone in his hand, Jimmy looked at the message and the time. It was just a little past eleven. When he thought his night was ending, it was only beginning. 

Jimmy:  Y/n, what time do you have to get up tomorrow? Y/n: Not early Why ask? Jimmy: I’m not a good texter. How does call sound? Y/n: Not even the first date…and I’m not saying no, at all 

Within the minute, she sent her number. 

For the first time in a while, Jimmy didn’t feel lonely. It was a change in scenery—a nice one, too. 

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Alcinia abandons reader and grows to regret it but is to ashamed to go back?

I guess I’m just rolling in my abandonment issues lately lol. (Angst) Let’s get into it!

You stand there, frozen, as you answer the door to see… Alcina. It has been months since she abandoned you, leaving you shattered and broken. You had devoted your heart and soul to her, only to be cast aside like trash. The pain of her betrayal still lingers within you, the scars not yet fully healed.

She looks different now… Smaller somehow? The regal aura that once surrounded her is diminished and her eyes hold a haunted look of regret. She’s still just as beautiful as ever… But you can’t let yourself be swayed by her presence. You’ve worked hard to rebuild your life, to gather the pieces of yourself that were crushed by her.

Alcina clears her throat and clasps her hands in front of herself. “Can we talk, Y/N?” She asks, her voice almost pleading.

You feel anger rising within you and it takes all your strength to keep your composure. “Talk? About what? It’s been almost half a year since you kicked me out,” You say, incredulous at the nerve she has to just show up out of nowhere.

She flinches at your words, her eyes dropping to the ground. “I made a mistake, Y/N. I was foolish, blinded by my own arrogance. But I’ve realized my error and I want to fix things,” She says. “I… Was too ashamed of myself. That’s why I didn’t come and see you sooner. It wasn’t because I didn’t miss you.”

You scoff, bitterness coating your voice. “You want to fix things? Do you think a few words can erase the pain you caused? Do you think I can just forget how you tore my world apart?”

Alcina reaches out a hand, as if wanting to touch you, but quickly withdraws it, her shame evident. “I know I don’t deserve forgiveness. But I had to try. I had to see if there was a chance for us.”

You take a step back, the hurt resurfacing as you look at her. You sigh. “There was a chance, Alcina. There was a time when I would have given anything for you to take me back.” You say quietly. “But you made me leave and I can’t just forget that,” You say, clenching your jaw. “People don’t do that to the ones they’re supposed to love the most, you know?”

Alcina’s voice cracks as she speaks, a mix of remorse and desperation. “I know I can never make up for what I’ve done. But please know that I regret it every day. I’ve learned my lesson and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make things right, draga.”

Your frustration erupts at the old nickname she uses for you. “Don’t fucking call me that,” You spit.

Alcina gasps at the venom in your tone. She bites her lip in agony. Things really have changed. You used to love when she called you that. It makes her heart ache. “I… Want to try to make it up to you, Y/N. It won’t change what I’ve already done, but… I was foolish and I just… Need you,” She says quietly.

You look up at her in disbelief. You want to tell her to fuck off, to leave, to sit in her own misery. How many nights did you spend alone, drinking and hopelessly trying to numb the pain? But instead, you find yourself searching her face for any sign of sincerity… This is a scenario that you have played over and over again in your head. For so long you hoped it would become a reality. You were so devastated when she made you leave the castle that you would have taken her back in a heartbeat. But, things change. You are a totally different person now. You have become cynical, withdrawn… Lonely.

Even if Alcina is telling the truth and really is remorseful for her actions, can you allow yourself to open up to the person who caused you so much pain? Can you trust her with your heart again? Are you broken enough to go crawling back to her? It truly isn’t fair of Alcina to just show up and start asking for forgiveness. But… You’ve been a wreck without her.

Your voice wavers a bit as you respond. “Alcina, I… Can’t do this right now. I need to think about everything that has happened. You can’t expect me to just forgive and forget. I’ve made an entirely new life for myself.”

Alcina feels a spark of hope at your words. You didn’t outright reject her. Could all of this anguish that she’s caused be mended after all? She quickly nods, tears now streaming down her face. “I understand, Y/N. I’ll give you all the time you need. Just know that I’ll be here… Waiting.”

You watch her walk away, a mix of emotions churning inside you. The damage she inflicted on your heart is still raw and the thought of giving her another chance terrifies you. But deep down, a part of you wonders if love can truly conquer all… If it can heal even the deepest wounds.

Regardless, this decision will have to wait. You still need to focus on yourself. You need to continue rebuilding yourself, mending the broken pieces Alcina left in her wake. Maybe with time and reflection you’ll find the strength to give love another chance. But for now, it remains just a question, hanging in the air, unanswered.

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[littleoanh]

Your bonter x doctor reader has been my food for this days, and i just want to say thank you. Also, not a request, but just because i love chaos, how do you think bonten would react if because of an acident, the reader has a short lost of memory? Worst if reader cant remember them but remembers Mochi, dudes would cry (Sanzu for sure). When she gets her memories back i think some of them would be so petty, like "how could you forget about me" + the kicked puppy eyes.

Hello Anon 🤗, I'm so glad you enjoyed the doctor reader! And oh my gosh, this is BRILLIANT! I love this type of chaos lol.

Mikey - Be devastated you forgot him. You are his Peach, how could you forget the nights you both cuddled together? But he is glad you are still alive, he already experienced enough losses in one lifetime. Though he isn't exactly happy that you only remember Mochi but it's better than nothing. He refuse to leave your side even if you don't remember him. When he was having a nightmare, that triggered your memory and you woke him up by consoling him. His heart is in an emotional wreck and couldn't keep his tears from falling. The next morning, he took you to a tattoo parlor so you can get a tattoo that says 'Property of Manjiro Sano'. He wants it to be etched into your skin so that you will never forget him ever again.

Sanzu - He would be one of the executives who would be bawling his eyes out. You broke his heart even more when you only remembered Mochi. Of all people, why Mochi? Though it would be even worse if you only remember Takeomi. Sanzu always thought you have a soft spot for him. Like how could you forget his pretty eyes that you always admired? Were you feeding him lies? He couldn't take this anxiety anymore and thought you weren't looking when he was about to pop some pills. You slapped those pills out of his hands and yelled at him for breaking his promise to you. His eyes widens, your memories are back! He cried in joy and giving you the best kicked puppy eyes and will definitely guilt tripped the hell outta you. Sadly, it worked.

Kakucho - When you couldn't remember him, it felt as though you stabbed him in the heart. What's even worse is that you only remember Mochi. Did you only remember him because you felt more safe with Mochi? Did you not feel safe with him? Even though he is sad, he would still go out of his way to take care of you. He wants you to trust him. His caring nature made you remember him. When you told him, he pulled you into his arms and held you for so long. There were tears in his eyes, you wipe every tear and giving him kisses.

Takeomi - He would have the most reasonable reaction, he is grateful you are alive and you remembered one of them. It would have been a lot more harder on him, if you completely forget everyone and decide to up and leave. He would try to do some brain simulation to help trigger your memories by making you your favorite meals and taking you to familiar places where he took you out on dates. Unfortunately, it didn't work. As a coping mechanism, he needed to smoke. You started coughing and he immediately tosses his cigarette away. You thanked him and said his name, he was in shock. Did smoking help brought back your memories? He can't understand science behind it but he was happy he brought you back.

Ran - Would definitely be speechless when you couldn't remember his name. He has the most handsome face in the group and you only remember Mochi?! He needs to fix you, right now. Ran believes the true way to get your memories back is by touching. Your brain may not remember him, but your body will. He touches all the places he knew you liked. You started to remember him, his sadistic smile widens and will definitely punishes you for forgetting him. One of the punishments would be by collaring you with his initials and having you on a leash.

Rindou - He is definitely one of the executives to cry, but his will be out of anger and frustration. Why did this had to happen to you? And why did you forget about him? And what's so special about Mochi? This really hurt this poor baby. He takes out his phone and made you look through all the photos the two of you took together. There was an embarrassing photo of him that triggered your memory of that incident and you burst into laughter. Now you've done it. He made demands for you to heal his broken heart by giving him kisses any time he wants for a month.

Kokonoi - Feeling completely absurd that you forgot about him. Is your relationship with him not worth remembering? He brought a whole team of the best doctors in the world to retrieve your memories. He will search every nook and canny to buy you the best medications to help with short term memory lost. But it breaks him every time you still can't remember any details of anyone else except for Mochi. He refuse to give up. When you asked for something to drink and he made you your favorite tea. You took one sip and instinctively remember him. He couldn't believe one simple gesture trigger your memories. He wouldn't guilt trip you but he's not letting you off that easily.

Mochi - Feels relieved that you remembered him, he would be so sad if you forgot everyone. Because you are vulnerable in your state of mind, he felt overly protective of you. When the Bonten Trio were overwhelming you, he didn't hesitate to throw them out. What he thought would help trigger your memories is telling you fun and happy stories about all of them. The way he calmly talk to you, it was as though he helped you walk through memory lane. Your memories are back and he couldn't be happier. When Mochi gave the good news to the other executives, they all rushed to you immediately and demands to know why you only remember Mochi. They talked about all his flaws out of jealousy 🥲.

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[gddancefloor]

△The New Fate of Paradise, my JSaB AU/Fanfic, is now finally POSTED! ♫

Okay, this is extremely exciting news. I have worked on this fanfiction for nearly a month (which is too long for me already lol) and it is finally done, with chapter 1 uploaded and chapter 2 nearly finished! You can read it here on AO3. I might post it on Wattpad, but the cover for it is still being worked on for now, so that will have to wait. Please enjoy, though! And reblogs are GREATLY appreciated. And yes, this is the project I had planned that was inspired by one of the coolest people in the JSaB fandom: @pinktrashgoblin !!

The New Fate of Paradise - GDDanceFloor

(read more for a small sample of it 👀)

Paradise was that one place shapes of many sizes and colors from far away wished to belong to one day. From the rolling hills, to the trees that stuck up from the ground, the sun that blessed the inhabitants with the beauty of its rays, it was truly fitting to its name. Nowadays, after an unfortunate event harmed Paradise and there was no choice but to rebuild after such, there were large, sky-high skyscrapers, some hosting homes for all sorts of families of Shapes, some for business, and some for stores. Music was always playing regardless of the location, and even if the urban area was constantly bustling with population, most residents of Paradise City loved being part of it. 

The city surrounded one park that hosted a tree — a holy tree, as some would say, that shimmered a blue color brightly night and day and was believed to be the life force of Paradise as a whole, as well as the source of sheer ultimate power that had to be protected, which, in the event a Shape went rogue and decided to consume all the power for its own, it would create mass anguish for all of Shapekind and lead to utter annihilation of Purity, making it impossible to stop the evil. This beautiful thing was the Tree of Life. It bore many different kinds of properties that affected a Shape's body or mind, whether for purity or corruption, depending on their heart's truth.

Well, if regular Shapes were powerless against such perpetrators, who were the ones behind guarding the Tree, you may ask?

Four guardians, created by the Tree of Life after the devastation, were responsible and destined for keeping such a land safe from the evils that, to legend and rumor, roamed the outskirts of it, alert as ever from dawn to dusk to ward off threats. Though nothing ever happened, and they wished it'd stay that way forever, they continued to stay on guard regardless. 

It'd only been a decade and two years since they'd been born, still growing and learning about the world around them, but even if their existence was still new, the fact that the legend of the Guardians born ready to defend even came true was considered a miracle by all Shapes, regardless of opinion or belief.

The young aforementioned heroes were known as followed:

Cyan, a tomboyish girl with light blue wavy hair to her shoulders and a cyan hue to her eyes, the very way she got her name, Tria, an adventurous boy with shaggy blonde hair and golden eyes, Penta, the straightforward and introverted one of the four who bore deep pine green hair twirled into two pentagon-shaped braids at the back of her head, and finally, Orange, though more on the dorkier side, he still was a sweetheart with his bright orange eyes and curly peach-tinted hair. These four were awfully powerful despite their smaller size, considerably much smaller than any Shape for that matter, but being blessed by the Tree at birth was nothing more than beautiful and lovely, as being chosen by something so important to protect it was nothing shy of special. Now, an ordinary owner of a small cafe (which also happened to be her home) near the center of their land was Cube, a sweet, kind girl with a bit of a slouch to her posture and a bit wider at her sides, with eyes that probably needed some kind of glasses since she’d bump into things or knock stuff over frequently. Her hair was cut into a short neck-length bob, it being a pale pastel blue color, and her dark eyes often were low-lidded, only adding to her peaceful disposition. Around her neck was a light blue scarf, underneath that would be a dull slate tinted coat covering a minty teal dress and black leggings. She was a close friend of the beloved Guardians, spending countless mornings and evenings with them with breakfasts and teas prepared by her. They'd known Cube since the festival years ago that celebrated their birth, when Cyan took note of a child that was her age and was the only one there without a parent or caretaker, and since then, the Guardians had kept watch over her and the Tree until Cube was old enough to be by herself. It was truly an unbreakable friendship, that’s why neither one of them took it for granted. Even if training had begun to double down with the team and they recently had less time together, the moments they shared were valued more than the quantity of them.

(OK THATS JUST THE INTRO BUT THANKS FOR EVEN CHECKING IT OUT ANYWAY I APPRECIATE IT AAAAAAAAAHGHGHG)

[seijorhi]

Hey rhi….. words can’t express how much I loved your new tsumu fic. Throughout the entire fic it kept reminding me of twilight 🫣, which I absolutely love cause I fucking love the twilight series. The whole werewolf vibe was giving Jacob black all you needed was the vampires lol (although there are still quite a few differences from the fic and twilight, but for some strange reason my mind thought of twilight 🥲 alright I’ll stop geeking about twilight now).

I was genuinely surprised when you mentioned that tsumu had no bleach in his hair cuz like you expect him to have his hair blonde but I’m pretty sure the color of his hair is the least of his worries. It does make me a bit sad though finding how he was on his way to the youth team and possibly even going pro but he can’t because he got turned into a werewolf (even though he’s evil and also fucks up the readers life as well, it’s makes me sad that the both of them can never go back to the life they once had). I’m also sad that mako is going to have such a gruesome end, truly devastating. And the fact that tsumu and the reader eats people had me very much like HUUHHH 😟😳😀🤨⁉️ for some reason it had NEVER crossed my mind what a werewolves diet consisted of lol. Overall though, I really enjoyed your fic, like I said before ,anything with either one of the twins (or even the both of them) is already my favorite.

And just like always I have a couple of questions, remember you don’t have to feel obligated to answer any or all of them I’m perfectly content even if you so much as just read this message 🩵

so let’s begin….

How did tsumu get attacked, like where was he?

Was he a target of interest or just a completely random victim of opportunity?

What was going through his mind the moment of said attack and while he was undergoing the painful transformation?

Does tsumu live in the wild,( since you mentioned that he had stolen the clothes from the first unnamed guy, and he didn’t have a credit card), or does he move from place to place?

Is he contact with Samu and his family but just leaves them completely in the dark about everything he does and pretends that everything is fine (but it’s not cause he’s literally a fucking werewolf 🧍🏻‍♀️) or is it no contact whatsoever, like they don’t even see him face to face anymore let alone a FaceTime call or even a text message?

Do you think if samu were to find out about tsumu being a werewolf (whether he finds out himself or tsumu tells him) would be repulsed or understanding and would want to become one as well?

This is sort of a continuation of the last question but would tsumu ever tell his family or samu or would he never say anything in order to protect them?

After his attack did he go back home or did he just drop off the face of the earth?

Were him and samu annoying the reader or was tsumu the only one annoying the reader while his brother was aware of everything?

Maybe I’m blind or dumb but when did tsumu bite the reader because you mentioned that he didn’t get the chance to bite her while they were in high school and that he bit her the first night he stayed at the cabin… so like did he bite her in her sleep 😀?

Did the reader know that tsumu was the wolf that attacked her or did she think it was an actual wolf?

Was there feelings of resentment about becoming a werewolf or did he take it in stride? (You see me personally, I’m more of a vampire girl)

Had he been keeping track of the reader the whole time they were apart or had he finally found her again and decided to take the opportunity?

These are all the questions I can think of at the moment but rest assured I’ll be back if I have more. Also sorry there’s a bit more questions than last time but curiosity got the best of me 😓. Thank you so much if you actually made it all the way down here and if you actually answer any of these questions 🌬️. Your miya fics are always a nice little gift. Hands down, an amazing fic, I will definitely be rereading it. Love you and your fics so much rhi, keep up the good work babe 🫶🏼.

- that one long ‘means to an end’ ask nonnie 🌬️☁️

nonnie i take it back, i am no longer smooching ur forehead. i am coming to kiss you directly on the mouth. ily <33

alright, let's tackle these questions:

How did tsumu get attacked, like where was he? Was he a target of interest or just a completely random victim of opportunity?

out on a run through the woods, on the same track he'd run a thousand times. definitely a victim of opportunity

What was going through his mind the moment of said attack and while he was undergoing the painful transformation?

similar kind of to the reader – the same fucked up sort of hallucinating trip, filled with unimaginable pain. the difference is he had someone there to talk him through it and explain what was happening

Does tsumu live in the wild,( since you mentioned that he had stolen the clothes from the first unnamed guy, and he didn’t have a credit card), or does he move from place to place?

he can and he has before, but he prefers to take his opportunities where they come up. plenty of vacant (or easily vacated) properties and places to crash and clean up. but he does move around a lot too, staying in one place for too long draws too much attention

Is he contact with Samu and his family but just leaves them completely in the dark about everything he does and pretends that everything is fine (but it’s not cause he’s literally a fucking werewolf 🧍🏻‍♀️) or is it no contact whatsoever, like they don’t even see him face to face anymore let alone a FaceTime call or even a text message?

his family, for the most part, is in the dark, there's very little if any contact. going back, seeing them – it's like an open wound. if you asked his parents they'd say it was drugs or something like that that stole their son from them. samu doesn't know the full truth – but he know it's not drugs that changed him. i kind of have this mini headcanon that samu's the one who sees the blood he missed cleaning off him, maybe he saw him stumble in one night, wide eyed and horrified but what he'd done. he knows enough not to ask.

Do you think if samu were to find out about tsumu being a werewolf (whether he finds out himself or tsumu tells him) would be repulsed or understanding and would want to become one as well?

sort of like i said above, he's got an inkling that whatever tsumu is, it ain't human. he'll always love his brother, always be on his side when it counts. as to whether he'd want to become one too... yeah. not because he thinks it's cool or he wants to be strong and powerful and live a longer life – no, he'd go into it knowing he'd lose his humanity. he's glimpsed the ugliness of it, the brutality, but at the end of the day it kills him that tsumu's going through it alone.

This is sort of a continuation of the last question but would tsumu ever tell his family or samu or would he never say anything in order to protect them?

not to protect them out of any like secret werewolf code or anything, but he'd keep his silence and his distance to protect them from the grim truth.

After his attack did he go back home or did he just drop off the face of the earth?

he was back home for a very short period and quickly realised that he couldn't just slip back into his old life. he's fundamentally changed. there is no going back.

Were him and samu annoying the reader or was tsumu the only one annoying the reader while his brother was aware of everything?

just tsumu, though samu was definitely aware of it

Maybe I’m blind or dumb but when did tsumu bite the reader because you mentioned that he didn’t get the chance to bite her while they were in high school and that he bit her the first night he stayed at the cabin… so like did he bite her in her sleep 😀?

answered that one here

Did the reader know that tsumu was the wolf that attacked her or did she think it was an actual wolf?

she knew it was a wolf-ish creature, but definitely not a wolf. she had no idea it was atsumu though

Was there feelings of resentment about becoming a werewolf or did he take it in stride? (You see me personally, I’m more of a vampire girl)

he might've been an asshole, and by the time he meets up with the reader again he's learned to accept and embrace the monster that he is, but there's a big leap between being an arrogant, obsessive bastard and being something inhuman.

his whole life was ripped away from him. he was forced to leave his family – osamu – behind. he actually ends up killing the one who turned him, partially out of anger for interrupting his attack on the reader and stopping him from getting a chance to bite her, but also out of resentment.

Had he been keeping track of the reader the whole time they were apart or had he finally found her again and decided to take the opportunity?

he lost her and spent years trying to track her down again, it was simply bad luck (on her part) that he managed to find her.

[inari-zaheer]

HII!! I’ve absolutely loved the ciel and ganyu request, would you mind taking my request?? I’m not a good explainer at describing a character or person so definitely go on the wiki to search their personality and stuff, it’ll be a big help, but lemme get started anyways…

Can you do Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx with a S/O who has a Noé Archiviste Personality from The Case Study of Vanitas??

thank you very much, i might send more to you a little later lolol

Thank you so much bestie💙💙💙

Vi, Caitlyn and Jinx With Noé Archiviste!Reader

Pairing:Vi x Reader;Caitlyn x Reader;Jinx x Reader

TW:None(unless you think vampire stuff is triggering lol)

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Vi

One of the things that you and Vi had in common was the amazement for new things, as she spent a lot of time in prision she didnt get to see the technology evolution

Before you started dating she got worried thinking that the beautiful purple in your eyes were because of shimmer, and felt relieved to know it was just because you were a different species

She often tried not to be as reckless as she was used to when she notices how worried you are of her

But the tables can turn quickly as she's the one being worried after you start a fight with someone that did something you considered wrong

Specially when you went to defend her on a fight she picked with someone, she trusted your abilities, but she could not help herself

She loved the contrast between your style and hers, you complimented each other in every way

Speaking of looks, Vi would often caress you sharp features, specially at night when she couldn’t sleep, it would be soothing for her

She was never good with words, so one time she let you feed from her so you could understand her past

Let's just say she had to spend a whole day cuddling you saying that it was ok now and you didn’t had to feel sad for her

She threatened to put a leash on you as a joke once so she would not lose you if you got distracted in a huge crowd

Caitlyn

You and Cait met when you were kids as you got adopted by people who were friends with the Kirammans

She always knew you were a vampire and used it on her favor when people were mean to her while growing up lol

She’d often steal your clothes to add in her style

She’d definitely keep a little note book and use it to write everything you needed to remember every day

You would be her partner after you both finished the enforcer academy, often being sent to sites where things might go crazy

Not only that but the both of you have the same morals, so you were literally made for each other not only in love aspect but also work wise

She’d take you on dates to wherever her money could just to see your surpised face and shiny eyes everytime you saw something new

You’d be the one always tending her injuries and scolding her for being reckless everytime she came back hurt

Sometimes she kind of prefer trusting the logic better than your gut feeling, but when you're right shes always there to praise you and thank you for the help

She’d let you feed from her from time to time, as you grew up together it was kind of a way to revive your best memories, but also helped you on helping her with insecurities caused by her strict parenting

Jinx

Jinx was not the only one to be taken under Silco's wing as a child, he saw your potential and took you in with her

Although you never saw each other as siblings, you were pretty much together all the time

Pranking others, helping each other get better at your respective abilities, going up Silco's office to snitch on his business meetings, you name it

When you do engage in a relantionship that’s when Jinx never leave your side

She knows she can protect herself, but having you by her side makes her feel secured

She thought it was so cool to be dating a vampire and definitely used it in her favour to kind of threaten people

Althought she’s super smart her memory might be as bad as yours lol

She definitely asked you to feed off of her multiple times, the first time you could not help but feel devastated for her but as time went on everytime you did it the memories got better as most of them were about you together

Not to mention that she saw it mostly as a sexual thing than anything else

Sometimes when she wanted to give you clothes she’d ask Silco for help, and he’d be happy to help Jinx as he definitely influenced your style

[ash-imagines]

Hi I don’t usually rq, hopefully you’re not too overwhelmed atm! I was hoping for a Osomatsu rq, (if you don’t wanna do all six, you can just do the four eldest). This one’s pretty sad, so feel free to ignore if that’s not your jam.

Basically their s/o is a foreigner and their family is all the way back in America, in order for this to make sense lol.

Their s/o hasn’t been acting theirselves today, they’re acting weird? They’re trying to keep themselves busy and occupied at all times with something, like they’re distracting themselves from something. Anytime they’re asked about it, they say that they’re fine and that there’s nothing wrong! Eventually though, that night they have a long talk about it and they admit that it’s their fathers death anniversary and usually they’re there with their mom picking out flowers and stuff but they .. can’t because they’re far from their family. Maybe just a moment where the matsu brother offers to pick out flowers with them?

( sorry this is so long eeee !! Again u can ignore if this is a bit much!)

Osomatsu - Aw, you could've said so earlier, he would've understood! Well, just because you're not in the states at the moment doesn't mean you can't have a little ceremony or something. If you wanna get flowers, he'd be happy to tag along. Whatever would help you feel better, he's down to join you, and he's surprisingly adept at helping you grieve. Granted, it's been a few years now since your father's passing, but Osomatsu just has a way of keeping the mood light. Sure, it's still sad, but at least your dorky NEET boyfriend is there with beer and kind words, right? He's like a life jacket, helping you float to shore through violent ocean waves.

Karamatsu - Kara is a lot more open to the stronger emotions you might be feeling than Oso, because he's never been the sort of guy to hide what he's feeling and because he's incredibly sensitive. So if you need to cry or vent your frustrations, by all means do so. Honestly, he'll grab the flowers for you if that'd help at all. Undoubtedly this is a tough moment for you, and anything he might be able to do to alleviate the strain it's putting on your precious heart would be the least he could do. Also you're definitely getting something to eat with him later because food just makes everything better.

Choromatsu - After hounding you so hard to tell him what's on your mind he feels like a huge jackass. Let him make it up to you with a quick trip to the florist's. Even if he wasn't trying to make up for his shitty reaction, though, he's very respectful when it comes to the dead. It's almost a little scary how solemn and reverent he can be, but only because it's a side of him you haven't really seen before.

Ichimatsu - Ah. He's never really been the best at handling situations where other people are sad. It's very awkward. He can barely manage his own feelings without help, so being supportive when it comes to another person's feelings is... kinda tough. But he's dealt with many devastating feline funerals over the years, and he knows that the pain doesn't really ever leave, you just make room for it inside. So getting flowers with you is hardly a big deal, and anything else you might wanna take care of is fine too. Anything that makes a little more room for your grief, anything that helps you honor those memories.

[wintercosmicskye]

I designed Halkenna a spaceship! Say hello to the Midsummer Meteorite!

It’s a flying saucer-esque ship but more rounded. I actually got the name for it from animal crossing new horizons, its what i made Halkenna’s passport title lol (i might show that in a another post sometime). Forgot to mention this in the ref itself, but the windshield is what open and closes and how he gets in and out.

I think he was around 13 when he found the ship in the scrap yard, and almost 15 when he first went to Earth. I think the spaceship lasted until he was roughly halfway between 17 and 18 when it became too busted up to just keep repairing over and over like he had been until that point. (These are only rough estimates and may be adjusted as needed, I haven’t completely figured out my timeline yet). It lasted a surprisingly long time for something he found in a scrap yard that he repeatedly repaired over the years with various odds and ends. Despite already being a bit obsolete by the time he found it, the technology is still leagues better than Earth’s, as going 80,000 light years away is a fairly reasonable task for it. If that spaceship’s considered old and obsolete, makes you wonder just how advanced the newer and larger ships are.

For awhile he wasn’t sure what to name it, but he thought of it a little awhile after he started visiting Earth. The first time he went there was during the summer, and his landing was a bit rough. A few people (his soon to be girlfriend and her friend) had briefly seen it while it was in the sky, but from where they saw it it merely looked like a meteor/shooting star, granted a little brighter than usual (I’d like to think to she saw it first and made a wish, immediately followed by a hmm uhh wait that shooting star looked a little different actually, further followed by a loud but distant thump). He had luckily landed in a forest and not in the middle of civilization heheh, probably would have caused quite a few problems otherwise. Did she investigate that night or the next morning? I haven’t quite decided that part yet, I’m leaning towards that same night. I got from Bug Spray (the song) that her dad doesn’t like it when she’s out after dark. Either the friend she was with seemed mature enough to him for some lenience to stay out later and watch the stars, or it was a snuck-out situation. Or maybe she just managed to see the meteor and hear the thump from her window. Like I said before, there’s definitely still a few things i need to work out.

The Midsummer Meteorite had its pros and cons. It was fast and agile, but it had no built in weapons and had a lot wear and tear over time. Due to its small size, it would often be overlooked, and it was easy to hide away if need be as well as easily fit on larger ships. Friends he made over the years would sometimes tease him about his ship being “dinky,” but he didn’t really care. Halkenna is used to piloting defensively and a bit unpredictable, because of this he was often described to pilot “like a lunatic/maniac/idiot” (depending on how they each preferred to phrase it) and as such the majority of his friends refused to let him pilot their own ships.

He was devastated when the Midsummer Meteorite did inevitably kick the bucket. It was of course a long time coming, not only because of the damage and age, but since he had gotten it when he was only 13 he had grown taller over the years and the little ship became more confining and awkward to use (it was likely initially designed for a species a little smaller than himself). Like how a hermit crab eventually outgrows its shell and needs to find a new one, Halkenna too outgrew the ship on top of the damage done to it, and had to find something new.

It almost pains me a little to have had so much fun designing this spaceship only to ultimately decide it eventually has to be replaced, but not only does it ultimately make sense but it also kinda matches some of the themes present in the music project. Yknow like moving on and stuff, best summed up by Jami Lynne’s quote in the description of Ultranimboy A Letter to a Dying Star. Despite working fine earlier, for some reason im not able to paste things on tumblr so I can’t put the link to it, so here’s a screenshot of it instead:

I actually wonder now whether it might work even better if he decides to to move on from it before it officially kicks the bucket.

I like to think he keeps a few parts of it to add to his new ship maybe. Speaking of his new ship, im actually not sure what it would look like yet, and before you ask nooo its not gonna be the Mercury Retrograde from Omori. The Mercury Retrograde is cool and all, but the vagabond vigilante Galactic Love Defender Space Boyfriend and his newly adopted little brother Little Jack dont need a ship THAT big for just the two of them or any guest they might have, and there’d need to be a whole crew to man all that. I’m thinking there’s maybe a few separate rooms, at least a separate cockpit and bedroom to sleep in unlike before where Halkenna would either sleep in the seat or on the floor of the Midsummer Meteorite in a sleeping bag.

I’ll elaborate more about some of these things later, this post has already gotten quite long

I actually rambled a lot more than I meant to, especially considering all the stuff i already typed in the image itself lol. Anyways, I hope you like it ^v^

[kianlon]

Get to Know the Fanfic Writer

Thanks to @laboradorescence for the tag! I was sick when I initially saw it and am just now getting around to filling this out lol. I'm gonna tag... no one for now but feel free to do this if you see it, y'all! (this is definitely not just because i can't remember my friend's tumblr name haha)

When did you post your first-ever fanfic?

Oh boy... well, I think 2008 on the warriorcats.com forums. I was devastated when I found out stuff got deleted due to inactivity lol - it was completed there and I re-wrote it but longer in Microsoft Word where it lived until lightning struck my parents' house and that computer died.

First character(s) you wrote?

Just an absolute ton of Warriors OCs and like, the og clan leaders/deputies/medicine cats because at the time all we knew about them were names and a single personality trait maybe so I wanted to explore what the clans used to be like.

Main character(s) you are currently writing?

...oh boy. Well, a lot of PJO characters - mostly minor characters and OCs because that seems to be my jam.

Character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan to soon?

I have absolutely zero plans lol new WIPs seem to just come for me in the night.

Fandom(s) you’re currently writing?

PJO, Danganronpa (sort of), The Amazing Spiez (if we ever finish that one-shot that is), Digimon (this is the part where my sister will accuse me of lying as soon as she sees it BUT I OPEN THE WIP AND ADD SENTENCES OCCASIONALLY IT TOTALLY COUNTS)

Romantic pairing(s) you’re currently writing?

If canon said they're together, I'm more than likely keeping it that way lol. Also a lot of OC pairings. Not a whole lot of explicitly romantic fic stuff because alloromantic people are a mystery to me.

Your top AO3 tags?

I'll be the first to admit I don't really understand how to tag my fics despite reading multiple tutorials on the subject so unsurprisingly my top tags are Swearing, Originally Posted on Fanfiction.net, and Tags May Change.

The emotional tone of my works is all over the freaking place so that'll probably stay true even after I get through my backlog of stuff I need to post lol - though I'm sure Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD is gonna be pretty far up there.

Current platform you use for posting?

AO3 and FFN. I really need to finish cross-posting a fic to AO3 but that requires me and my sister to have time and energy to re-learn HTML (for footnote reasons - I wanna make them show up when you mouse over the number because I overthink translations constantly and have a pathological need to make sure people know why I chose my words)

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on?

The conversation died for a bit, leaving Dinosaur as the most interesting thing for Diego to focus on. Really, he should’ve expected that he’d fall asleep.

[inkofamethyst]

March 8, 2023

No one would ever get this out of me irl but I very occasionally, at the peripheries of my thoughts wonder what might have been if I had agreed to go out with that guy from biochem. (Can you tell that Hadestown has had an effect? This is dizzying. Next thing you know I'm going to be begging to have a crush (but also I'm very picky about my crushes bc they can't be undergrads (lol tbf I'm only barely not an undergrad myself), they can't be in my department, and they have to be someone I see somewhat regularly (no passerby crushes)).) Because part of the reason I said no was fear and part of it was that I was in excruciating pain when we had that study date (mostly the fear though), and then there was also the whole being devastated about not getting to show off that solo that I worked really hard on. Bad vibes all around. But he wasn't a bad guy. I was just scared.

Even still, I can't seem to remember his name.

[edit, next day: I wrote the above last night and you would not believe the butterflies I got today when all I did was make eye contact with some (very attractive) dude before a class. Ridiculous. (I have the need to catch his eye again.) This is gonna be like bike-boy from junior year lol. Or the caving dude, also from junior year (literally who did I think I was, trying to go caving just to get close to a man??? Lowkey still wish I'd been able to get in on that trip, but alas).]

God, I really cannot dance. Was recently informed that alum from my undergrad uni would be restricted in their GDrive space so I went in and culled (will ultimately have to remove half of what I have stored) a bit. In early pandemic days there was some Broadway challenge (it was basically a big ad but it was fun and free (and very successful, incredibly marketed), so) where each week you'd have to take time to learn a song or dance or something and post it and I saved my dance video to my uni GDrive and it's AWFUL. Like the steps are all there, I can remember them (because I drilled it hard) but I'm so clunky lookin--it's dreadful. IT'S SO BADDD. (keep in mind it was newsies though so like it is bad but the choreo isn't helping either) But. If nothing else, I keep that smile on lock(down). I haven't watched any of the theatre tapes from high school but that doesn't make me excited to see them, beyond hating the recorded sound of me singing, bleh.

Found out what next year's stipend numbers are going to be and there's still literally no way I'd be able to make it work with my current savings rates (25% (also I'll be increasing my estimated taxes to 30% from 25%)) without help. It feels kind of weird to say this because I truly miss my grandmother so much like it's not even funny, but she's helping me so much right now.

Want to make a text-based, randomized, hunger-games-style battle royale game in python for my friends to play. In a different life, I think I could've been a game dev. Literally. Writing, music, computer science (I don't really do visual arts though). To be fair, like, there's nothing stopping me from trying. On the side, just for fun, coming up with minigames. I think I'd need to become like Brandon Sanderson though, where I relax by doing something (actually, now that I think about it, I'm not that far off, it's just that I don't have a ton of access to my favorite hobbies rn (music, sewing, etc)).

Today I'm thankful for how beautiful biology can be sometimes. I love how we find reflections of the same ideas at all levels!!! Recently I was thinking about multicellular organisms, and how they're just a bunch of different cell types that have different jobs with the goal of all working toward the greater good of staying alive together. And you don't just see this in things like animals! There are unicellular organisms that form colonies when times get tough, and they sometimes will even divide out work amongst themselves. And at the multi-organismal level, people banded together during those early days of covid to make sure the elderly were fed, that we were getting fitness classes, that we could see performances. And I know this is a basic idea in biology, but that doesn't stop it from being beautiful.

[edit: I finished all of my pre-spring break homework!!!! Let the breaking begin!!!!]

[auroralightsthesky]

Can you maybe do GenKill Nate Fick x Reader? Where the reader and one of her buddies have been shot by blue on blue fire and she gets absolutely devastated when she hears that he is severely injured and needs casevac.

I apologize for my bad english. Its not my mothertongue.

This is the first request Ive ever done. I really love your page and absolutely adore your writing skills. But of course you don't have to do it if you dont like it. Just ignore it then :)

Honey it's no problem at all and don't worry about the English, English is mine and I'm having trouble learning Spanish and Portuguese as it is so I totally get it. And thank you as always, it's people like you guys that make me wanna write more (lol).

It was supposed to be a simple mission......get in, fuck shit up and leave.

And then the shots rang out in the dark of the night.

You had no idea what the hell happened until something had jumped up and "bit" you, right below the ribs, choking the life out of you. You heard Sergeant Firya, one of the tribal soldiers in your unit, practically screaming for a medic and a pair of hands in fingerless kevlar gloves gripping you to help you stand up.

"Hey! Hey! Sergeant Fick! Sergeant Fick! Stay with me!"

It was a female voice, one of the female fighters in your unit and one of your other best friends, Aliyah Karimi. You felt her hoisting you up, seating you on a row of fallen bricks, tilting your head up against the wall as the lightheadedness began to set in.

"Sergeant Fick," Aliyah asked you, trying to keep calm. "What's ten times four?"

You could hardly hear her through your dulling senses, your head rolling from side to side against the bricks and your breath becoming ragged.

"Son of a bitch," Aliyah hissed under her breath as she hauled out her radio. "Two-one-Actual.....Two-one-Actual do you copy?!"

"Two-one-Actual, copy,"

"We have blue-on-blue fire in the area," Aliyah answered. "Two men down, med-evac and covering fire needed."

"We're on our way."

That was the last you were able to hear clearly until more shouts in Aliyah's mother tongue were heard. "Ali?" you asked, your voice growing hoarse and raspy.

"Hang on," Aliyah told you. "They're almost here."

Aliyah's older brothers, Daryan and Eylo, struck the heads of the flare signals, the red smoke lighting up the little area as the buzz of a Black Hawk was heard overhead. You were a shaking, stumbling mess as you and the other fighter were loaded into the Black Hawk. Daryan and Aliyah helped lay you down as Doc Bryan conversed briefly with Sergeant Firya. You felt a set of hands on you, familiar yet faint, before everything drifted into nothing.

**************

Balad Air Base Hospital

Your eyes slowly opened to the sight of the tan canvas walls and the feeling of a familiar hand on your left, brushing against the little gold band on your ring finger. You shivered from the cool air, despite the covers being drawn up to your chest, but through your blurred vision, you saw the one person you had hoped to see.

Your husband Nate.

"Hey," he whispered. "You awake?"

"Mmmhmm," you hummed weakly. "What happened?"

"Blue-on-blue," Nate answered. "You got hit and so didn't Private Ahmadi."

"Is he ok?" you asked, your voice still hoarse.

"He'll be ok," Nate assured you. "They're giving him a blood transfusion right now. You lost alot too."

You were glad that your partner would be ok, but even more grateful that your husband was here with you. "They sending us home?" you asked.

Nate nodded. "Tomorrow."

You drifted back to sleep with Nate beside you, relieved that now, you'd be going home.....the both of you.

[polyamorouspunk]

My girlfriend keeps hinting at/joking about getting married. We talked about it once before - we'd both generally be in favour, but have some differences re: having children, level of tidinesscin a home, interior design styles and idk. Stuff. Plus, we've first gotten together a literal decade ago and it's been a bit of an on and off relationship through the years (not helped by us living in different countries for like 8 of those years), and she's hurt me quite a bit on one or two occasions, and I'm still having a bit of a hard time sometimes believing that she's not just with me out of convenience and a desire for company (and knowing I'd forgive just about anything, probably, though that may be unkknd of me). So, when she mentions marriage, I don't know how to be sure she's not just worried about running out of time somehow and "settling" for me in a way. And it's really fucking difficult bc I've been thinking about marrying this person since I was 17, I want to marry her, pretty fucking badly, I'm just. Worried. That she'll end up resenting me and feeling trapped, and I'll have my heart broken once more.

I'm sending this bc your sleepover Friday thing suggests asking for advice lol but if you feel in any way uncomfortable with this, no need to respond! I also promise I won't base any life decisions on a single anonymous conversation with an internet stranger, I just thought it might be nice to get some outside perspective, insofar as that's possible from my one-sided account of the situation lol.

Anyway, have a good day/night/etc

Well reading your first paragraph, my initial reaction was “well if you don’t feel ready to marry her then don’t”. But you can want to marry someone and not be ready! My ex and I had plans to get married, but we weren’t ready at 19/20/21 etc. I’m assuming you’re older than that, and of traditional “marrying” age.

If you have been with someone for over a decade, I hope you feel comfortable enough to talk to them about how you’re feeling. While in the end my ex decided to cut me off, while dating we were fine with having open and honest conversations about marriage, even while living apart.

As someone who is polyamorous, I can understand the idea of being “trapped” in a marriage, but marriage isn’t permanent. You can very much reverse it. Is it going to suck if she decides she wants to divorce you? Yes. But is a divorce going to be more emotionally devastating than a normal breakup? Obviously there are going to be some legal stuff that goes on. In fact, at the end of the day, marriage is just a legal contract between two people. There are plenty of people in love who never get married, and plenty of people who are not in love who get married just to have joint assets, tax breaks, and an overall better financial situation. Yes, as an American society we treat marriage as the ultimate show of one’s love for someone. But in reality it’s really just a legal contract. I’m not suggesting you go and tell her “yes I would like to join our assets”. I think you should uphold the notion that marriage is romantic. But it’s not the end-all-be-all.

To me, though, someone wanting to marry someone isn’t “settling” for them. I didn’t want to “settle” for my ex when we talked about marriage: I wanted to solidify that they were my soulmate and that we would last for years (evidentially they did not feel the same lmao).

There were absolutely sacrifices I had to make to be monogamous to that one person. When they did eventually dump me, that left me free to explore things I couldn’t with them: and I learned some things about myself and what else I like in a sexual / romantic / other relationship! And that was nice! But I would have been willing to not have room to explore that to stay with them. It didn’t feel like “settling” it felt like “what I have is enough for me and I don’t need to look for more”. In terms of partners, yeah, of course I wanted to see other people, and throughout the course of our relationship I did. But I also decided that I wanted to be with them only for the time being when they broke up with me. Maybe that was a “sacrifice” but that was what I wanted.

Difference in what you want in life can be complicated, though. My ex and I agreed on everything. We knew the kind of life we wanted to lead. We “yes, and”ed each other. There was no differences on how clean we wanted to live, how many children or if we wanted children, etc. none of that. We wanted the same things, and that was important to me. I don’t know how I would feel if someone I was with wanted kids and I didn’t, or if they were fine with a messy house and I wasn’t. I can’t say for sure that it would be a “make or break” because I don’t really believe in that kind of thing outside of extremes. You can love someone in spite of their differences, but is that going to take a toll on you over the years? Possibly. I can certainly say I would much rather have someone who agrees with me on not wanting kids and wanting a clean house. I don’t want to have to compromise on those things in particular. I can compromise on what color to paint the bedroom, but not on lifestyle differences that are going to cause me internal stress I think.

I’ve also never had an on-again-off-again relationship with someone: but I imagine if I did I would want to keep them around unless I was the one breaking things off because they kept hurting me- but even then I know that I have unhealthy tendencies to want to be with people who aren’t the best. I can break things off with someone if it gets to be too bad, but it’s permanent when I do. If I’m breaking up with someone, I’m blocking them. If they break up with me, I’m blocking them. I’ve never gone back to someone I’ve broken up with. I can’t let myself get into a cycle like that because it’s too unhealthy for me. If I’m going to marry someone, I really can’t see it being someone I’ve had to break up with or who felt the need to break up with me multiple times. But that’s just me.

[puppycatpawprint]

Tell me about the 100 Gecs lore please I want to know!!!!!!! :)

im shocked anyone found that post thank you for asking LOL here u go, mostly copy pasted from my discord server but also edited a bit since i listened to literally every gec song ever for some reason: -

this lore starts off with the album named after the band, 100 gecs, which followed the journey of two stoners and a talking dog. the first song in my made-up little lore series, dog food, is about a wizard of some sort who communicates and lives through a dog they found and take care of. the song sounds like it talks about how a deceased someone is currently buried, and how they seem to talk to laura and dylan through the dog. laura and dylan start getting ~magic texts~ that they let go of as kinda spammy since there are 80 unread messages. what those messages are about are unknown, but eventually the dog goes missing, which leads into fuck teeth, being seemingly about laura starting to be able to transform into a dog and starting to notice everyone close to her all leaving her behind and then dylans just coming across her mid transformation and doing drugs with her (thats a lot of this lore weirdly enough). they get so fucked up and high he tries to feed her his own leg, but she breaks the transformation somehow and they dont really question it. they both revel in their powers and continue doing drugs. in the final song, laura sings about now how she has everything she could ever want in the world (twenty-five bands and a single gecko...?) but is a bit lost about how they came to be magical, trying to talk to dylan on the phone, not really realizing she's not using it cause it died- but actually using telekinesis. this is all also while on fucking drugs cause it isnt 100 gecs without good ass weed.

it continues with 1000 and 10000 gecs- 1000 gecs, is about laura and dylan BEFORE they became magical. 745 sticky is just about wanting to be rich and famous, and how theyre essentially there but dont feel adequate enough- spending all their money and waking up early all the time just to perform and make music to no end, slowly not enjoying it but still going as its keeping them alive. money machine is about a rival they encountered, a big guy with a big truck. unfortunately, money machine is not actually linked to lore, but i like to speculate that the rival put a curse on them to make them always unhappy about being famous in the first place. which leads into 800db cloud, where laura and dylan literally sing about how they miss either being with a lover, and miss smoking weed and having fun because theyre always leaving town and having to defend themselves from strange amalgamations that come after them when they smoke or start to feel happy. I Need Help Immediately is a transmission from something they called the tree of clues they overheard one night, but they ignored to go horse racing and try to make more money. stupid horse is about how they lost a LOT of money due to that Truck Guys Curse, and they stole a horse who essentially leads them to the tree of clues. it sends laura and dylan home with Magic Weed after ??? something happens, and a magic fly drives dylan fucking insane & he kills it and thats where all the newer music starts coming in where theyre flying around and shit. i wud nvrstop u, gecgecgec, and gec 2 u are all unfortunately just normal songs with no relation to the lore. no new album yet, but TWO songs are currently up to date with that lore: mememe and Doritos & Fritos. mememe is about dylan and laura talking shit to their exes, while demonstrating their newfound abilities of flying and reality manipulation, letting go of the past lives as just normal famous people. Doritos & Fritos explore a town thats being somewhat devastates and confused by laura and dylan, who are now just flying around the world being stoners

jesus christ this was less organized b4 i actually heavily edited this. LOL the end is all i kept intact, i hope you enjoy this silly dump abt nonsense i thought up