#THANK YOU FOR THE COMM i love drawing for this fic so much

[vodika-vibes]

Can you write a Crosshair x reader and him with his shaky hands like we saw in season 3 and maybe reader comforting him...

For The Love Of A Bounty Hunter

Summary: Crosshair goes missing while dealing with your family. You have opinions about it.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F!Bounty Hunter Reader

Word Count: 1919

Warnings: Mentions of torture

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I decided to make this story a sequel to one of my Event Fics, I'll add the link so people can find it easily. Also, there are no spoilers here, because I haven't watched TBB at all. ^-^

For The Love Of A Sniper - Part 1 of this Mini Series

You stare, blankly, at the calendar on the datapad in front of you as you draw another red X over another day.

Three weeks.

It’s been three weeks since Crosshair went to deal with the PI who was looking into you on behalf of your family. Three weeks since he vanished.

You carefully set the datapad down on the table and release a shaky breath. Carefully shoving the burning rage down, for now.

Crosshair would sooner cut his own hands off than betray you. You know this. You know him. He would never tell your parents where you are. And, the fact that they haven’t shown up at your ship, is proof enough that Crosshair didn’t tell them anything.

The bigger question is, is Crosshair still alive.

Stars, you hope so. You’re not sure the galaxy will survive your rage if he isn’t. You’re not sure you’ll survive your rage if he isn’t.

You jerked out of your thoughts when your holo chimes. 

For a moment you consider ignoring it, you’re not in the mood for chatting. But, in the end, you cross the room and hit the button to answer the holo, “I’m not accepting any jobs at the moment.” You say bluntly.

“It is me.” Tech’s image flickers to life above the holo, “I have the information you asked for.”

You blink, “Oh. Sorry.”

“No harm done, I know that you are stressed.” He looks down at his datapad, “I am sending you the information I have.”

You pick your datapad back up as it chimes with the information he sent you. “Are you sure this is accurate?” You ask, as you see the information, “Last I heard the people who took him are wealthy.”

Tech sniffs, “Very sure. According to what I have found, they used to be wealthy. But then spent most of their fortune looking for their missing child.” He pauses, “That would be you, I am guessing.”

“Right in one, Tech.” You reply with a grimace.

“I am sure you had your reasons.” Tech says after a moment, “If Crosshair is anywhere, it is there.”

You scan the image that Tech sent you. Figures, it would be your childhood house. Not home. Never home. “Thanks Tech.”

“You are welcome.” He pauses, “Are you quite sure that you do not require aid? We can be there in a couple of days.”

“I have it.”

“They are your family.”

“Not all families are created equal, Tech. And this,” You hold up the datapad, "has been a long time coming.”

Tech sighs, “Comm when you have him back. And if you should think that you need our help-”

“I’ll be sure to let you know. Thanks for the intel, Tech. I mean it.”

“You do not have to thank me. Crosshair is my twin brother. I want him safe just as much as you do.”

“Even so. I know you’re not my biggest fan.”

Tech is quiet for a moment, “I will concede that, perhaps, I was too quick to judge.”

“Yeah, well…so was I. Water under the bridge.”

Tech smiles at you, a small smile, but a smile all the same, “I think I am beginning to see what Crosshair sees in you. Happy hunting.”

You flash a small smirk, “Yeah. Right back at you.” And then you kill the holo. You look back at the datapad, and swipe through the information.

“Hold on, Cross. I’ll be there soon.” You whisper to the empty ship.

“It’s a simple thing,” Crosshair rolls his eyes at the massive Devaronian looming over him, “All you have to do is tell us where the little mistress is.”

“I told you the truth weeks ago,” He drawls, “I can’t help you.” He grunts in pain as a large fist slams into his stomach, “Kriff-”

“Mistress,” The guard says with a frown, “I’m beginning to think that he’s telling the truth.”

‘Mistress’ is a slender woman with white blonde hair and piercing green eyes. Though slender isn’t really the right word. Crosshair would personally call her skeletal, but the first time he asked how they managed to make a corpse walk and talk, he was electrocuted, so he’s learned to hold his tongue.

“He has to know,” The woman’s voice is cold. “Why else would he have gone to the PI?”

“Because you’re offering a hell of a lot of credits, lady.” Crosshair lies.

“You do not speak to the Mistress,” The guard snaps, taking a menacing step towards Crosshair.

“No. Leave him. I tire of this.” The woman says, before she turns to the side, “What do you think, darling.”

‘Darling’ is her husband. Just as thin and skeletal as his white, though his hair is more of a golden blonde than the silvery blonde of his wife. If Crosshair had to guess, one of them bleaches their hair, though which one isn’t something he cares about.

He’s also crueler than his wife. 

Crosshair will likely have scars from the stun batons that ‘Darling’ used against him. If he hates ‘Mistress’, then Crosshair absolutely despises ‘Darling’. How either of these people could parent someone like his Princess is beyond him. Maybe she’s adopted.

He glances to the side when the door to the dungeons slams open and a trembling twi’lek hurries his, “Master! Mistress!” He gasps, “The Little Mistress is here.”

The room falls silent, “Are you quite sure?” The Mistress asks. 

“Yes ma’am,” The Twi’lek bobs into a bow, “She consented to a DNA scan. It’s her. Would you like me to bring her down?”

“No, we’ll-”

The door slams open again, “No need. I thought I’d come and say hello.”

Crosshair has always thought that his Princess is stunning, but seeing her standing in the doorway, clad in tight leather, and with her short hair falling into her eyes…she looks like an avenging angel and he’s never been more attracted to her in his life.

Impressive, since he can hardly keep his hands to himself as it is.

“Sweetheart!” The Mistress takes half a step towards her, “Your hair…your face! Why are you so fat?”

Princess closes her eyes for a moment, and then she turns and blatantly ignores everyone in the room, “Are you okay?” Her voice is soft, and for a moment, Crosshair can pretend that they’re on the ship and it’s just them. 

He slides his arms through the bars of the cell, and holds out his trembling hands, “Better, since you’re here.”

Her sharp eyes linger on his trembling hands, on the burn marks on his arms, chest, and stomach. Her gaze lingers on the bruises covering his face and his torso.

And her eyes go cold.

“Sweetling, why are you talking to that-” His Princess’ father says as he takes a step towards her, reaching out to touch her. 

There’s a flash of silver, only noticed because he was looking for it, and then there’s screaming as ‘Darling’ falls back, clutching his blood soaked arm. His Princess carefully uses a cloth to wipe the blood off the blade. 

“You took Crosshair.” Her voice is flat, emotionless. 

She’s clearly pissed.

“You know,” She continues, some emotion returning to her voice, and she directs her comment towards him, “I really only considered two options when coming here.”

“Oh yeah?” Cross asks as he leans against the bars.

“Hm. Option 1, they took you and killed you.” She continues lightly, “And if that was the case I was going to kill them all, burn this place to the ground, and then throw myself at the Empire until they managed to kill me.”

“Dramatic.”

She shrugs a single shoulder, “Option 2, is that they took you and were using you as bait to make me come here. In this scenario, you were uninjured, just annoyed, and I just threatened great bodily harm and we carried on our way.”

She casts her gaze over him again, “Somehow,” She continues, “The idea that they might torture you never crossed my mind.”

“They are still your family, Princess. I’m not gonna blame you for not wanting to believe the worst of them.” Crosshair says lazily.

She turns to the cell door and effortlessly picks the lock and swings the door open, “Well, you’re the injured party, Cross. What do you want?”

“You have a blaster?”

She smiles and wordlessly passes it to him.

Even with nerve damage, and trembling hands, he’s still the best. 

Three shots. Three blaster rounds. 

Three dead bodies. 

His Princess takes the blaster back and slides it in her holster, before she helps him with a shirt she brought him, “Are you ready to go?” She asks.

“More than ready.” He leans against her, needing her support to make it back to the ship, “Let’s get out of here.”

A week later, you step into the bedroom on your ship, your gaze lingering on Crosshair. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, glaring at his shaking hands. Nerve damage takes weeks to heal, even with bacta.

His hands will be shaking for a while.

Maybe you’ll take Tech up on that offer for a 3 month long vacation on Pabu.

But first-

You enter the room and kneel in front of him, taking both of his hands in yours and pressing light kisses against the palms of his hands. “Do they hurt?” You ask.

“It’s mostly just an ache,” He admits, bitterly, “I’m not going to be able to-”

“Shh,” You release one of his hands and reach up to cup his cheek, “Crosshair, your only responsibility right now is to heal.”

He scowls at you, though you know he’s more annoyed at the situation than at you. “I feel useless.”

“Nonsense. You could never be useless.”

“You’re biased.”

“Mm, perhaps. A little.” You stand and settle on the bed next to him, “But I’m also honest. You will heal. You will get back to 100%. It just takes time.”

He scoffs.

“Don’t be like that.” You say as you lay your head on his shoulder, “After that Wookie broke my leg in three places, you didn’t accuse me of being a burden or of being useless, even though I felt like I was.”

Crosshair shakes his head, and then leans his head against yours, “You gonna use my words against me?”

“If I have to.”

He huffs out a laugh, “I suppose you did pay for the best doctors to see me.” 

“Yes, I did.” You reply smugly.

“Alright.” He turns to look at you properly, “I’ll be patient.”

“You’re a sniper, patience is your thing.” You tease him, throwing his words back at him.

His arms, strong and steady, hook around you and he pulls you onto his lap, “Yeah, yeah.” Crosshair leans in and kisses you hungrily, nipping at your lower lip roughly enough that you squeak, “So. You gonna tell me what you and Tech have been talking about?”

“...he’s invited us to come to Pabu until you finish recovery. I’m thinking that agreeing might be a good idea.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and then he sighs, “If you think it’s a good idea, Princess, then I won’t argue. But I refuse to stay with my siblings.”

“Of course not, we’ll be staying here or in an inn.” You brush your fingers across his cheek, “I’ll go let him know.”

Crosshair tightens his grip around you, “You can tell him later. I want you for myself right now.”

You beam at him, “I think that sounds like a great idea.”

[caroll-in]

I'm super happy to share a commission I did for the actual darling @nv-md for her fantastic fic "Draco Malfoy Absolutely Does Not Need to Be Loved by Harry Bloody Potter" - drawing this scene was so much fun and I'm thrilled I got to be the one to do it!! 😍😍😍

💖 Thank you for commissioning me, Ali!! 💖

[my comm info]

[semisolidmind]

Hello! I just wanna say that I love your art and your twice as bad AU!. Would you ever consider opening commissions in the future? also does your twice as bad AU have a fanfic I can read?

thank you

and yeah, i originally had plans to open comms this summer, but then work took so much outta me i could hardly draw for myself, so that got put on hold

and while i appreciate the interest (and i recently got my invite to join ao3), there’s no fic for any of these aus. i don’t really have the patience for any sort of long form fic, so lil drabbles here are all you’re gonna find from me.

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

CONGRATS ON 300 FOLLOWERS LOVE!!!🥳

I got a little something for you to ponder…how about Gloss with a fem reader, SFW, and #22 "I think I need a hug."? Because I need more about this artistic sweetheart, I think 300 words will suffice me for a while.😅

My brain just went kapoot so I am relying on you to make this magical!!!☺️✨

Soup Assault

Gloss (OC) x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Gloss (OC) x Fem!Reader

Tags & Warnings: domestic fluff

Word Count: 300

Author's Note: STITCH, I AM SO SORRY. I got so carried away trying to complete the bingo fics that I let the last three event requests sit idle in my inbox. However, as promised in my New Years post, I have finally completed it!!! Thank you so much for your patience and putting up with me. I'm so happy you asked for Gloss, too 🥺 He's such a good boy. I hope you love it 💚

Your day at work has been exhausting, and all you want to do is go home and go to sleep. However, a customer spilled an entire bowl of hot soup on you during your shift, so you need to shower and do laundry before you can even touch your bed. Not to mention, another customer started screaming at you for something that wasn't your fault and it almost made you cry. You're a mess.

You unlock your apartment and sigh as you throw your bag on the entryway table. You really don't care at this point if it lands or falls off the table. There's nothing breakable in it, other than your comm, and even that you don't care about right now. You just want peace and quiet, and no conversations with anyone, because you've had enough people chewing your ear off today.

After changing, you walk into the living room and see Gloss lying on his stomach on the floor, feet kicking in the air as he sketches in his notebook. He doesn't look up when you enter the room, but seems rather enthralled in whatever he is drawing. You plop yourself down next to him, lean your back against his side and close your eyes as you listen to his soft scribbling.

After a long quiet moment, you open your eyes and sigh. "I think I need a hug."

Gloss stops sketching and lays his pencil down onto the notebook. He rolls onto his side and clamps himself onto your body like a clamshell. "Better?" he asks.

You giggle. "Much better."

"Rough day at work?" he asks.

"You wouldn't even believe me," you say.

"Try me," he says. "I'll believe you."

"I fought a bowl of soup today," you say.

"Did you win?" he asks.

You laugh. "Nope."

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Ani's Fic Master List

As 2022 draws to a close, I'm realizing that I wrote...kind of a lot of words this year, and that it might be time for a pinned post to try to keep track of all the things! So without further ado, may I present the inner workings of my brain 😁:

If you're looking for Love Letters, the recent 00q Choose Your Own Adventure I did in the run-up to Valentine's Day 2023, you can either click through the posts/polls by reading the links on Tumblr, or you can read it all in one place on ao3. Thanks so much to everyone who participated in this wild ride with me, I absolutely loved it !

And for the rest of it:

For the Fluff Lovers:

A Fine Kettle of Phish, Teen and Up, 7200 words. James Bond/Q. James Bond falls for a spearphishing email, and it falls to Q to give him his mandatory cybersecurity training. This is not going to go well for at least one of them. Read if you like: epistolary fics; IT shenanigans; humor with heart. Avoid if: you prefer fics that adhere closely to canon; you have a fluff allergy.

Trick, Teen and Up, 6600 words. James Bond/Q (Background Nomi/Eve Moneypenny). Series: Trick/Treat James Bond wants nothing more than to convince Q that he's ready for a serious relationship--but in order to do that, he's going to need to figure out what Q's wearing to Moneypenny's Halloween party. Read if you like: Halloween costume parties; Bond proving he's boyfriend material; Bond and Nomi being just deeply extra. Avoid if: you prefer fics that adhere closely to canon; you have a fluff allergy.

Treat, Teen and Up, 9500 words. Nomi/Eve Moneypenny (Background James Bond/Q). Series: Trick/Treat Nomi has two things she absolutely must accomplish by Moneypenny's Halloween party: 1) convince Moneypenny that she's not actually a complete idiot, and 2) help James Bond figure out Q's Halloween costume.  One of these things may be easier than the other. Read if you like: Halloween costume parties; queer women talking about their feelings; Moneypenny being perfect as always; Bond and Nomi being just deeply extra. Avoid if: you prefer fics that adhere closely to canon; you have a fluff allergy.

open line, Teen and Up, 2000 words. James Bond/Q. There was no conceivable excuse for it. Bond had prepared to sign off comms the way he always did— “I’ll see you in London, Q.” —and Q, only half paying attention, closing camera feeds, verifying flight paths, had responded— (Or, Q gets distracted on comms, and says the unthinkable.) Read if you like: fluffy oneshots; Q and Bond growing closer over comms; public displays of affection in a Tesco. Avoid if: you have a fluff allergy; you just want to buy some cabbages and don't see why all the kissing is really necessary.

Hoodie, Teen and Up, 400 words. James Bond/Q. A short 00q prompt fill for the Tumblr prompt "Hoodie." Read if you like: characters wearing each other's clothes; very short ficlets; Bond getting drinks thrown in his face; Q being oblivious. Avoid if: you have a fluff allergy; you prefer longer works with more character development.

Home, Teen and Up, 1600 words. James Bond/Q. A 00q prompt fill for the Tumblr prompt "Home." Bond didn’t hate his flat, not exactly. It was just that it was always meant to be a stopgap, a temporary landing place after he’d moved back to London eight months before. The rent was extortionate, to be sure; the views dismal; the heating insufficiently calibrated to the wet London weather. The lift was out of service more often than not; the kitchen was cramped; and his upstairs neighbor seemed to listen exclusively to music by James Blunt, but setting that aside— Bond hated his flat. Read if you like: domestic fluff; slice of life fics; established relationships. Avoid if: you have a fluff allergy; you prefer fics where more things explode.

Must Love Cats, Teen and Up, 5400 words. James Bond/Q. Prompt fill for 2022 Festive Fanwork Fiesta. Q needs a date to his ex-boyfriend's wedding. Bond wants to be Q's wedding date. There are just ten little things he's got to do first. Read if you like: strong rom com vibes; getting together fics; humor with heart; Q being oblivious. Avoid if: you have a fluff allergy; you prefer fics that adhere closely to canon.

come y bebe que la vida es breve, Teen and Up, 1300 words. James Bond/Q. Prompt fill for 2022 Festive Fanwork Fiesta. “Q,” Bond leaned over to kiss the nape of his neck. “You don’t need to fuss over me.” “I’m not fussing,”Q said, without turning around. “I’m cooking. Written for the prompt, "mundane activity done together-shopping, gardening, cooking, etc." Read if you like: domestic fluff; slice of life fics; established relationships. Avoid if: you prefer fics where more things explode.

A Good Man, Teen and Up, 2600 words. Benoit Blanc/Phillip. Series: A Good Man 'verse Blanc set down his glass. “Professor, I’m beginning to suspect that you might be the most interesting person here. Maybe even one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met.” Phillip stared. “Are you taking the piss?” (Or, Benoit Blanc returns from his trip to Greece, and Phillip reflects on the night they first met.) Read if you like: domestic fluff; established relationships; memories of getting together. Avoid if: you prefer fics with more on-page mystery solving.

An Ever-Fixed Mark, Teen and Up, 7100 words. Benoit Blanc/Phillip. Series: A Good Man 'verse "It’s extraordinarily presumptuous of me, I know, but how would you feel about killing two of the proverbial birds with one stone?” Phillip shifted in his office chair, his errant heart beating fast again. “What did you have in mind?” “Well, Phillip,” Blanc said, his voice low and pleased, “if you’re amenable, I’d very much like it if you’d come with me to take a look at a painting.” Or, Blanc and Phillip won't let a little thing like an intractable case get in the way of their first date. Read if you like: the first work in this series; fluff; first dates; soft mystery boyfriends; a little light mystery solving. Avoid if: you prefer more emphasis on the mystery and less on the fluff.

Angst with a Happy Ending:

The More Loving One, Teen and Up, 9100 words. James Bond/Q. On this particular Wednesday, he’s so engrossed in his blueprints and his midday cup of tea that he barely acknowledges Bond when he sidles in and leans on Q’s worktable, hands braced on either side of the trace paper. “Can you take me to a gay bar?” Bond asks. Q spits his tea all over the blueprints. Read if you like: poetry; not actually unrequited love; Bond and Q at a gay bar. Avoid if: W.H. Auden is your literary nemesis; the initial appearance of unrequited love makes you too sad.

Bad Thing Twice, Mature, 3100 words. James Bond/Q. Series: Cut to the Feeling It would never have happened the first time, if it weren't for the cardigan. Read if you like: Carly Rae Jepsen; a hint of smut; Q standing up for Bond; characters being surprised by feelings. Avoid if: you prefer not to read on-page sex; you think the budget office has a point, actually.

'tis the damn season, Mature, 5400 words. James Bond/Q. A love story in four Christmases. Read if you like: stories centered around MI6 holiday parties; James Bond working through some things; hurt/comfort. Avoid if: discussion of depressive episodes is triggering; you prefer not to read on-page sex.

Hug, Teen and Up, 900 words. James Bond/Q. Prompt fill. Q has managed to keep it together, over the last two days, and somehow this is what sends him over: James Bond cradling his hand as if it’s something precious, and the simple promise of care. Read if you like: tenderness; hugging; established relationships (sort of); comfort; Bond smelling good. Avoid if: you prefer longer works; you prefer not to read (brief) discussions about Bond sleeping with other people on missions.

This Little Light of Mine, Teen and Up, 3700 words. James Bond and Q (note that this one is pre-relationship). Prompt fill for 2022 Festive Fanwork Fiesta. After the events of Skyfall, Bond spends his nights alone and sleepless in his empty new flat. There's simply no way Q can let that stand. Read if you like: hints of domesticity with a dash of hurt/comfort; Q being exceedingly clever and a little bit socially awkward. Avoid if: mention of grief or insomnia are triggering; you only want to read fics where the characters are in a relationship.

rain, Explicit, 5600 words. James Bond/Q. Prompt fill. Q opened his mouth to say it, only to close it again, the words stagnating on the tip of his tongue: Sometimes, I worry that if no one touches me, I might fade away at the edges, until I disappear. Sometimes I think I might have disappeared already. Or, Q is caught in the rain, and then a silver Aston Martin pulls up beside him. Read if you like: explicit sex (uhhh lots of it); pining (so much pining); characters being lovingly dried off after being caught in the rain. Avoid if: you prefer not to read explicit sex; you prefer fics where more things explode.

for the age of the earth, and after, Mature, 800 words. James Bond/Q. It starts when Bond says, “Tell me how you like it,” and Q says, “Slow.” Read if you like: smut with feelings; the barest sprinkle of angst; the Kantian idea of the sublime. Avoid if: you prefer longer fics; you prefer fics with more plot than smut; you simply Kant (see what I did there).

Now With Even More Angst:

and the wind at their backs, Teen and Up, 500 words. James Bond/Q. Archive Warning: Major Character Death. What he remembers of Q, in the end, is this. Read if you like: wondering what happened the night Bond spent at Q's in NTTD; gentle explorations of grief. Avoid if: you need a happy ending; major character death is too upsetting at the moment.

offering, Teen and Up, 700 words. James Bond/Q. Archive Warning: Major Character Death. “It’s terribly inconvenient, grieving you,” Q says to no one. “Somehow I think you’d like that.” Q builds an ofrenda for Bond on the Day of the Dead. Read if you like: día de muertos; gentle explorations of grief. Avoid if: you need a happy ending; major character death is too upsetting at the moment.

all the flags we've hung, Teen and Up, 2400 words. James Bond/Felix Leiter. Prompt fill for 2022 Festive Fanwork Fiesta. “It’s a bitch of a thing,” Felix said, taking a swig of his beer, “loving a country that doesn’t love you back.” Written for the prompt, "Bond has a habit of breaking into the houses of the people he loves. Felix nearly shoots him." Read if you like: in-depth explorations of Felix Leiter's character; love in its many forms; complicated relationships to patriotism. Avoid if: you prefer unequivocally hopeful endings; discussion of racism may be triggering.

For Some Additional Silliness:

A Brief Excerpt from an MI6 Budget Meeting

Some thoughts on Bond's abiding love for Celine Dion

And last but not least, for the Stardew Valley fans:

the very first piece of fan fiction I ever wrote. Be gentle. 😁

[mamamittens]

Well, I got halfway through a comm, so there's that. Then I realized it was Whoops All Set Up and I hadn't considered how to write the interactions to lead up to that smut so I took a step back to think it over.

I was asked for fluffy romcom and I'll be damned if I don't deliver it!

But that's a later problem, here's me rambling about ideas for an alternative shine riolu design for Platinum, Fin's service pokemon.

So, I decided against keeping canon colors and mostly the same design cause damnit, I still don't like the yellow.

I'm sure game freak had lovely reasons for the yellow but I hate it.

Away it goes!

And anyway, while I was at it, I figured I'd further tweak the design to highlight how Platinum was specifically picked for Finley. Perhaps as a favor from someone who was really moved by her tragic backstory.

Silver, her original Abra, looked pretty normal aside from a spiky ring on his tail. But that's more because it was pretty early in the days of Designer Breeding more geared towards unique iterations of pokemon. Particularly driven by the growing market for coordinators trying to get a leg up. And as a standard ish support pokemon he didn't need to look outstanding, just more identifiable if something happened.

So I decided towards a slightly artistic inspiration.

A mostly silver/gray coat explains the name easily enough. And I do like the original color pallette so I kept the blue/black. They also look unexpectedly tall and that's partly because I suck at the proportions but idk, maybe Platinum is just unusually tall as well lol

The flourishes make Plat look more rugged and (according to my roommate) dirty lol. But it's meant to be like paint brushes and paint splatter. Had no interest in a rainbow baby or anything too crazy.

The goofy leg/pant bulge looks more like a deliberate attempt to imply shorts, which I appreciate more than trying to figure out wtf canon is doing with that drumstick butt (or frankly dick shaped torso, it's so damn close to being a dick, I can't unseen it and I'm sorry you won't be able to either).

This is without any support pokemon gear. A vest is the obvious choice but when he evolves it'll have to be adjusted cause of the chest spike Lucario has. Maybe I'll just stick to a bandana? Or a belt?

...ah, I forgot to try the button... Well, whatever. I like it as is regardless. It's a little fancy but not too busy? If anything I might get rid of the 'holes' in the dark sections so it's just paint splatter inspired.

Be easier to draw at least lol

Idk if I mentioned earlier but Fin's official job is illustration/painting. Mostly for books and other projects she can consult for and do at home rather than travel. Very much a home body until the start of the fic when she decides she's well enough to handle it. Likes watercolor specifically for painting personal projects such as her old team's books or for friends (when she finally has them). But does oils, acrylics, murals, and mixed mediums as well.

Perhaps Platinum was a 'thank you' gift for a personal mural from a breeder who put Platinum through official support pokemon courses.

Despite being a support pokemon, Platinum is just as happy in a battle as any other riolu. His first duty is just to Fin though. So he would be more likely than most to forfeit a match if his trainer showed too much distress or lash out unexpectedly in times of peril.

This both pairs well with the rest of her destined team and against one specifically who would rather be doing that themselves. But for now I'll leave it at that lol.

Platinum will be her only special/shiny Pokemon. Unlike Edna, she doesn't have any connections or unexpected 'gifts' netting her rare pokemon.

[neopuppy]

happy belated (?) birthday, babe!!!!🫶🫶🫶 also, am i on drugs or did you release a fic where renjun adopts a husky hybrid to help with jeno’s rut? did you take it down?

thank you💚🫶💚

and yes I did post that fic

as you can see, as most of/pretty much all of my fics I’ve posted ever since tumblr changed their guidelines got hit with a community label for mature. I was reading logged out yesterday and tumblr wouldn’t allow me to(and this fic didn’t even have a comm label) so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make sure to update you community labels everyone to allow mature content bc its tiring to keep reminding your followers to do it and very obvious that most of you have not changed your settings yet with the way fics instantly lose traction when they get a community label strike. I’m experimenting with how to work around this on my other blog, and I think its helping but in general I think that fandom actually works better with fanfic writers on here because they want to read and don’t need to be chased down to be shown every way to change their settings(just my observation).

here in this post the lovely @hee-pster🫶 took the time to explain and literally draw out how to update your settings for ios and android, there is just no excuse guys😭 I updated mine the day tumblr changed guidelines and every fic writer I follow was posting about it for the entire month

[flamestar126]

2, 23, and 25?

Thank you for the ask! Big sip before I talk your ears off

2. 5 favoruites of your own work?

(1). GO FOR IT, MANDARK!

I feel like this is one of my favorites because it's when I finally got the hang of my designs for them and started adding emotions :]

Pretty simple story. Mandark coming to the realization that he's in love with his rival of all people and now is in the denial stage but his mind lingers on their moments of vulnerability together

Mandark: be cool be cool be cool

Dexter: does something incredibly lame

Mandark: FUCK

Dexter's blushy face in the bottom is my fav part about this and looking up references and a 3D model for Mandark's glasses sucked

(2) Mandark's Love Letter

I wasn't a fan of this much but I liked the background and Mandark cowlick heart

Straight from the Dexdark Valentine's Day event! This is a cute one

(3) Dexdark Chibi Kiss

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT LOOKS SO SOFT AND TURNS OUT BETER THAN I EXPECTEDF AFRHAJJFGARHHAAAA

This was a redo of a comm after seeing that it didn't really match the style of the artists when the final product was shown

I think I rarely made them kiss during this time period but it was a great push into it. Very much satisfied now

(3) Dexdark Soft Touches (not nsfw!)

This one is a really cute

This one is a last second drawing for a birthday present of one our discord members! It was only supposed to be one but I'm a greedy bastard. Would love to share more but it's a based off a fic so no spoilers!

I messed up on the lighting and forgot the designs on the pjs pants ad blanket

(5) It's a me

This one is me!

I rarely draw myself and like to do it once in a while.

Fun fact! I based my current Mandark off myself like hair, skin color, etc. and often use myself a reference since we're both noodle

It's probably the only drawing I like of myself ever

23. Do you listen to music or watch shows while you work? If so what's your favourites?

I've tried to watch shows as I draw but it's incredibly distracting but I love listening to music.

I'm a big fan of music! I desperately need something to hear whenever I draw so I love putting it on or hearing someone talk

These are my recent songs I've been listening to but often I just put on my dexdark or dexter's laboratory or ego trip playlists that I desperately need to update

I need to expand my tastes lol but i recommend GUY.exe and fan behavior so much (i think of dexter when i listen to guy.exe and just him complaining that he wants a boyfriend then proceeds to describe his rival and i want to make a small animatic bad)

25. Based on your recent reference searches, what would the FBI assume about you?

I'm a gun enthusiast with a thing for mermaids and chibi smooches

[halloweensuittruffles]

I have heard the feed back!!! >:DD this will be a quick test run and then this will go away for a bit, but then it’ll come back promise!!

HEY YOU!!! At the moment I have Oneshots and Long stories available!! Not all my writing will always be having to be paid for just these will for a bit! It’ll help me with when I’m not doing art comms ^^

STATUS: OPEN (will change)

FIRST!

For oneshots it is just a paragraph or 2-3 (YALL know what a oneshot is!) of fanfic

For longer it’s something that has full on development and leading to something like the oneshot but doesn’t really have a paraphaph limit, which is why it’s more expensive :33

SECOND!!

How many slots for each are available atm! (Will be updated/ might be changed later!

As well as their prices!

-Oneshots 0/25 (20 USD)

-Long stories 0/10 (40 USD)

With these slots, keep in mind these writings will take MUCH longer then a simple drawing, as it’s me being creative YES! But not based on my art skills- it’s CREATIVE WRITING- so yes you will get updates from when I’m able to provide but I am LETTING IT BE KNOWN whichever choice you pick will take a bit, especially if I have many slots taken of either

THIRD!!

Payment!! Atm I only Have Paypal for payment, you can give me your email for a request or I can give you mine to do a request that way as well ^^

FORTH!!

“Now Luxii, what can I request?????????”

These will have a lot more options then my usual x readers but still, I can’t promise I can do everything lol. It wouldn’t make sense to hire a cook to only cook a type of dish they’ve never cooked before would it? (Weird analogy BUT WHATVER)

Here’s the fandoms/ characters I can do! (These might change)

For x readers

Hiveswap (specifically trolls)

Pokémon (Trainers Not Pokémon you weirdos /lh)

Arknights (Id love to do anyone here! But Mr Lee is my speciality uwu)

Villainous

UNDERTALE (+ AUs)

For not x readers

I can do fics of your own characters! Like ships or your own characters I can do, just please please please provide a lotta back story and context or wise I don’t know what u want X00

However I won’t do ships of existing characters like I’ve done in the past- I get a lotta writters block over those xp and they’re not as fun for me personally

What can I request with these characters?

Please do Not request:

Nsfw, Gorey topics, or self harm of any kind

Please do request!!:

Anything your lil simp heart desires! Or just you wish to be written lol! No need to be shy (I always have the Anon option available if ppl are REALLY nervous ❤️)

THANK U FOR READING!! And thank you for the interest in this!!

-Luxii ❤️💜💖

[morethanmeetstheass]

Not a day goes by I don't want to commission you so bad but you've only Just returned and I do not want to tempt fate by even asking you but GOD is it good to see you back especially just to know you're still kicking I enjoy you as a person first and a hand in hand fan of the robots second

this is SO SWEET thank you so so much!!!

if ur interested in a drawing commission, ill need to so some practice pieces first bc i havent used my mecha-drawing muscles in a HOT minute-- tho i have been doing other artwork, and ive learned a lot of new techniques, so my art is prolly gonna be better than ever. prepare for knightverse blitzbee art soon bc if i dont draw knightverse soon, i will combust

as for writing comms, i need to finish kein weg zuruck first, which should take a while since ive still got a pretty hefty chunk of chapters left, and they are NOT short. im hoping to have the next chapter up next week, and then release weekly until its done. (then i wanna write a knightverse blitzbee fic but its gonna be immensely sad so idk if ill post it or just write a few scenes self-indulgently lmao)

but yes, comms will open up again, maybe in a couple weeks or a month or so. i just wanna stretch my creative muscles first and make sure im delivering the best work possible to ppl! and its been a LONG time since ive been creative in a self-indulgent way so i wanna give myself a chance to barf out all the hyperfixation needs first LMAO

i will announce when comms are up again! appreciate u very much for ur words tho, fr 💖 its so special to know that ppl still care about me. and not just as a creator but as a person??? wack. i love yall

[hydrangea-moobloom]

hy, beloved!!! i must say i love your fics so much, you have a wonderful way of weaving world-building into your fics that's so natural and seamless <3, and i *adored* your awesamdad fic with moobloom hybrid tommy. i think it would be so interesting to see your take on dsmp during eggpire and the hotel arc, when sam was growing closer to tommy. maybe even sam growing overprotective and worried over tommy, wanting to take care of him when it feels like everyone else hasn't. of coure, there's also phil, which could lead to an interesting problem if sam was looking to adopt (coughcough custody battle coughcough)

regardless, write what you would like and im sure it will be amazing!!

Echo my beloved 🥺 You are so, so sweet I'm crying Thank you for the fun prompt <333 I ended it very quickly because I realized I would end up writing 2k words if I don't stop myself LMAO

Sam watches Tommy through Nook's eyes as he works. His eyes flicker back and forth from his comm to the thick drawing paper; lines slowly merging and growing into the first, real draft of Big Innit Hotel.

Quite an undertaking it is. A living space for anyone who needs it. Transitioning from the ashes of another failed country in the server's barren landscape; a quick stop for rest while traveling; a home, maybe, for some.

His interest was captivated as Tommy explained the concept; nervous energy pouring off him in waves, knees bouncing under the table and fingers combing and recombing through his fringe of hair, catching slightly and tugging at his scalp.

He agreed instantly. Obviously.

Sam glances back at the screen, an amusement tugging at his lips. He made Nook so small, not even coming to Tommy's hip, every time the gangly teen is focused on he appears stretched tall like a giant. The pair's exaggerated height difference makes their friendship only more wholesome. The little tanuki robot happily chirps and waddles alongside Tommy whenever not directly needed by Sam. And he has more than once "caught" Tommy giving the animatronic pats on the head with a gentleness reminiscent of his old pet cow, Henry.

It's good to see him smiling again. With no slight amount of effort, Sam has to peel his eyes away from their current quest for the day: gathering the necessary blossoms to grind into dye powder. A bold and bright red would suit the hotel nicely, Sam decided very early.

His earpiece buzzes with Tommy's idle chatter, Nook's sensitive microphones transmitting easily across the several hundred-block distance. Between that and the gentle scratch of pencil and the ruffle of sheets as Sam references his notes, his workshop has an atmosphere of homeliness that he didn't know he craved until that moment.

Sam hums, relaxed in his chair, watching over the boy he'd irrationally come to care for so much. Nothing could ruin this.

Of course, that's when he hears the sound of talons. Eerie in the otherwise silence. A click-snap and jingling. A death toll since his arrival: sliding a sword between his son's ribs with love and reverence that earned him his moniker.

Sam stands from his desk, turning off the view screen on his comm and lowering the volume in his earpiece. Just enough that he can still keep track of Tommy's rambling.

"Philza," he greets blandly, a twitch between his eyebrows at how the avian snuck into his secure base.

A hollow laugh answers. Click-jingle. Click-jingle. Click. The Angel appears in the doorway, his smile crooked. "Ah. Warden. Just the man I wanted to see."

Sam detests the sly dealings that have become the norm on this server. The manipulations and games are tiring.

"What do you want?"

"Get straight to the point, don't you?" Philza says, entering the room and pacing alongside the wall.

Circling.

"I can do the same, I suppose," he muses. "I'll make this short and sweet: stay away from Tommy."

The avian's teeth snap on the name. Like he's consuming it, and Sam tenses.

"Why?" He recognizes a touch too late his mask has slipped. A note of protectiveness coloring his tone.

Tommy has nothing. No one. He doesn't need another thing ripped away from him.

Philza's eyes narrow. "He's an avian. A fledgling. He needs someone who can truly care for him."

Sam's hands ball into fists, gunpowder sparking in his chest and scorching his veins.

"Are you insinuating I can't?"

Philza's smile is cold and brutal, wings mantled threateningly and Sam reaches for his trident, knowing this is not an argument quickly resolved.

[shig-a-shig-ah]

FIC RAFFLE WINNERS!!!

Hi y'all! It's finally time to draw a winner for the fic raffle. Thanks again SO much to everyone who participated. I'm really overwhelmed by how many people helped out for my kitty's dental surgery. I ended up raising $500 which is close to a third of the cost, and it's going to make a big difference. So again, y'all are amazing and I love each and every one of you.

Anyway, on to the winners:

Congrats, @sugoi-and-spice and @kristalitten!!! You're the winners for the 3k and 1k word commissions, respectively! You can DM me here or on Discord (username is in my blog info) to start talking about your comm!

Thanks again to everyone who helped out with this! I really am so much less stressed than I was, and I'm super touched y'all were so ready to help out me and the kitty <3

[sparatus]

wip wednesday

tagged by @korblez ilu

it’s not a lot cause surprise covid so i haven’t gotten a lot of writing done, but this one idea has been what i’ve been chewing on the whole time i’ve been sick and it’s the only thing i can work on until my brain lets me think about other projects again lol

basically! saren and nihlus solve a murder mystery, in which an interspecies summit goes drastically wrong and saren and nihlus, there on what was supposed to be an easy almost-vacation assignment, get drafted to find the killer. drawing a lot from an old love of agatha christie and other classic mystery novels, except this one has gay space birds taking breaks from the investigation to make out because it’s important to the plot i promise. fedorian and benezia and aethyta will also be present, for my own amusement.

tagging whoever sees this and wants to do it because i’m lazy but also specifically dragging in @thetrashbagswasteland cause this is your doing come look at what you’ve wrought

Fic: To Catch a Rabbit (working title) Pairing: Saren Arterius/Nihlus Kryik Rating: M, possibly E we’ll see Current WC: 606

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Relay traffic queues were, in Saren's experience, the worst part of travel. They took forever even in remote areas. They wasted fuel. Everywhere other than major hub systems had automated traffic controls, so there was no real person to talk to about where he was in line. Even Spectre privileges didn't get him anywhere fast.

And, most annoyingly of all, the proximity to comm relays meant people could contact him, and he couldn't blame a disconnect on a bad signal.

"Saren, Ierian is calling."

Saren's mandibles flicked hard. "Mm. Tell him I'm so sorry, but I'm not home." He uncrossed and recrossed his legs propped up on the dash, then dug out another spoonful of ice cream from the tub in his lap. Whenever the councilor wanted his attention mid-flight, it was never for anything good or worth pausing his vid over. The old cob could wait.

"One moment... You've received a new text message. Transcription: 'Pick up, smartass, your VI already said you're stuck at the relay.'"

Saren scowled. "And why would you tell him that?" Traitorous computer. He'd opted to camp out in the cockpit to watch vids specifically so they could get moving as soon as they cleared the queue, not so the autopilot could annoy him.

"Patching you through." He could hear the smug amusement in Azö's vocoder. Programming in a personality had been a mistake.

He heaved a sigh, hit pause on the remote, and stuck his spoon into the ice cream as the call connected with a chirp. "So I assume this means the next time you're stuck in traffic, I can feel free to harass you at my leisure."

The heavy, long-suffering sigh he got in return was almost worth having to pause Last of the Legion. Almost. "You do that anyway," the councilor grumbled. "How soon will you be back on the Citadel?"

Saren lifted a brow plate. "That depends entirely on why you're asking me that question," he drawled. His hand inched toward the remote. He had subtitles on, maybe he'd just mute and hit play anyway. Ierian would never know. "If you want to give me medals for being the most specialest boy in all the galaxy, let me check my place in the queue. If you want to give me another mission for the same reason, terribly sorry, I have a dentist appointment on Altakiril, can't be postponed, deepest apologies."

"I hate you so much sometimes, I want you to understand that." 

"If you didn't, I'd be concerned." He tipped his head to one side and swivelled his foot out of the way of the nav display. "ETA to the Citadel is about five hours," he reported, readjusting his legs again. One of the perils of long feet was every comfortable sitting position eventually becoming less than such, thanks to everything digging into delicate bone. "I assume this means you want to speak with me in person."

"Please." Ierian's subvocals rang more tired than annoyed; probably the dreaded budget meeting day. "My office, you'll be expected. And do try to be punctual this time, I'm not staying here any later than I have to."

"I'm always punctual, Councilor, you're thinking of my unfortunate choice in students."

"That's a lie, and we both know it, but whatever, fine, I have better things to do than argue with you."

Saren fluttered his mandibles, and he took his spoon again. "In five hours, Ierian. Mind your blood pressure."

A grumbled series of closed-dialect words Saren assumed were curses was the only farewell he got before Ierian hung up with a sharp click. It was the small victories, sometimes.

[hashaneeee]

Hi, Tsukiiiiiiiiii 🌞💐🤗 HOW ARE YOUUUUU

I just wanted to stop by and say hi and I LOVE YOU and thank you for all of your beautiful artwork and also I LOVE YOU :D

The artwork I commissioned from you, I look at it every single day! Your art is GORGEOUSSSS 😍 I cannot wait to commission you again 🥰

Good luck with school and everything :D I am always here for you if you need anything at all! (Except engineering ... I would not be able to help you with that 😅) HAVE A GREAT DAY, PAL <3

Heyaaa Anlian!!

I'm good :3 still alive for all those sleepless nights working on our thesis. We're having another defense on 30th and I'm freaking nervous again HAHAHAHAHAHA

Thank you for appreciating my works. It means so much to me. I really had fun working on your comms and I love your ideas.

I just wanna say that you are an amazing artist and writer <3 omg, the angst in your fics ughh I can't form words to describe it. It just *chef's kiss* HAHAHAHAHA and I love how you draw Levi 🥺🥺🥺

I LOVE YOU TOO and Good luck with everything you do :3 I'm so happy I met you and became friends with you. Like you said, I'm also here if you need anything ;*

Have a lovely day <33

[lilysdaydreams]

Praise Bingus (No fucking way)

→  I do not claim to know corpse- therefore please don't think that this is what he would actually act like, or that any details about his life are actually true. this is fiction.

→ Pairing: Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre: Angst and fluff. (FLUFF IS COMING I SWEAR)

→ Words: 3.9k

→ In a world where everyone is born with a mark on their wrist, two souls come together over the power of bingus.

→ (this isnt crack lol)

→ Warnings: Lots of swearing, um self-depreciation? rejection (kinda) and negative thoughts overall. Sorry im new to warnings.

→ Authors Note: this is the first time im doing like angst so please tell me if I did well? Um also, I’ve already started on the part 2 so keep your eyes out for that. If you wanna be tagged for part two please comment and lemme know. Also check out my other fics if you want!

→ Buy me a coffee

Part two  →    

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Soulmates were a phenomenon. They'd been there for ages, drawn into the Egyptian tomb paintings, seen in the cave paintings from millions of years ago, talked about in stories passed down from generation to generation. They could be matching drawings, first words, names; all black before the soulmates met and turning gold the moment they talked to each other. There wasn't a scientist in the world who could explain the phenomenon.

You'd received your mark at birth just like everyone else, a sentence running around your wrist,

"No fucking way."

Your parents weren't that happy when you asked at the age of 4 what "fucking" meant but it wasn't that bad. You were happy that you had something unique, something other than the "Hi," or "Excuse me," that was on every other arm.

When you were 13, a little girl on the train pointed to your wrist and asked her mom what it meant. Ever since then, you'd taken to wearing bracelets over it. This had turned out to be a good idea because a few years later you started making Youtube videos. At the age of 16, you started a Youtube channel where you focused on a variety of things; makeup, fashion, games, art, skits and a whole lot more.

At the age of 20, you had a steady following of a little more than a million subscribers, and you had moved to LA to be closer to all your Youtube friends. You hadn't just grown on Youtube, you'd also started a lot of side projects. You were known for the art that you did on the side, along with the makeup palette you'd come out with a year ago. Soon you were planning to release a merch collection, one that you had been working on for a whole year now.

You hadn't met your soulmate at this point but honestly, you didn't really mind. Balancing Youtube and study (along with all your other side projects) was hard. There was no need to add the struggle of love into it... Or that's what you told yourself anyways.

There were days though, days where you wished you had someone to hug, someone to cuddle in bed with, someone to go on long walks with. You didn't let yourself wallow on it that long though. Crying about it was gonna do absolutely nothing.

It started on a rainy day. The story of you and him. You were editing your soon to be uploaded video, an e-girl outfits lookbook, which had been requested by your followers. Your personal style was all over the place and your previous soft girl and cottage care look books had done well, so you decided to continue the series.

You eyes blurred as you looked at the same point of the video, and you sighed, removing your glasses and rubbing your eyes. Your editor was sick and had let you know that they wouldn't be able to edit it by the deadline so here you were, editing it yourself. You stretched in your chair letting out a yawn. You were contemplating on whether to make coffee or not when your phone pinged.

"Nooooo" you whined when you noticed it was on the coffee table that was just a little out of your reach. Stretching your foot out, you tried to grab it between your toes and then sighed when the phone fell.

"I have zero luck, I swear" you muttered to yourself, bending to pick up the phone.

The text was from Rae, asking you to join a game of Among Us. You and Rae had been friends for a bit now, which all started when she came across your art and decided to order something from you. You had chatted and clicked immediately, immediately becoming fast friends. Ever since the lockdown started, she often asked you to join in on Among us games and your friendship had really grown over these past few months.

You sent a quick "sure!" and then went to your table, waiting for the PC to turn on. Quickly tweeting out that you were streaming, you opened up Youtube and turned on the stream, saying a quick hello and letting them know what you'd be doing.

"Rae just invited me guys, I don't really know who's there," you mumbled, replying to a comment asking you who you were playing with.

You squinted your eyes, joining the voice chat and then opening your phone camera to quickly check that you didn't look horrible. Sure you didn't really care about how you looked but it was always good to check that you didn't have anything stuck between your teeth before you turned on the camera.

There was already a conversation going on, between who you thought was Corpse and Sykkuno, judging by their voices.

"Yeah I could totally do that. Get a cat and name it Bingus. I wonder if th-"

You gasped when you heard what they were talking about and unmuted yourself immediately yelling "PRAISE LORD BINGUS" and effectively shocking everyone in the chat.

A moment of silence and then Rae yelled: "OH MY FUCKING GOD Y/N, YOU SCARED THE CRAP OUT OF ME."

You giggled as everyone groaned and whined, saying hi as they realised who it was. You had played with Sykkuno and the others a few times before but you'd never met Corpse before. You'd heard his voice though, as he was trending on twitter constantly over the past few weeks. Once they all quietened down, you realised Corpse hadn't said anything. Since you knew everyone else in the lobby, you introduced yourself, wondering if you'd scared him a bit too hard.

"Hey Corpse, I'm Y/N from Y/C/N, its so nice to finally meet you," you said gritting your teeth at you awkward introduction. For a second there was no response and then three words were said that made your jaw drop to the floor.

"No fucking way"

He had whispered it, obviously still in shock, and your eyes widened in surprise as a tingle spread all over your body. So this was what everyone meant by "you'll just know," when you asked them about how you would recognize your soulmate.

"Holy shit" you thought frozen in your seat.

Never had you been more glad that you hadn't turned the camera on yet.

"Uhhhh-" you started, but stopped now knowing what to say.

What the fuck were you supposed to do now.

"Wha- Whats wrong?" Rae asked after a moment passed.

Corpse cleared his throat and started "Its um, shes my -" and you cut him off, heart beating in your chest.

"Nothing. Its nothing." you said talking over him. "Who else are we waiting for Rae?" you asked joining the lobby quickly and choosing red as your colour.

"Uh one more person," she said slowly, still a bit confused.

"Oh awesome!" you said fake enthusiasm prevalent in your voice. "So Sykkuno," you started, wanting to keep the conversation going. "How's Bimbus doing?"

Sykkuno launched into a story of Bimbus and you blew out a sigh of relief, mind still numb over the revelation.

Corpse was your soulmate.

The guy who had literally went viral the past few weeks was your soulmate.

You'd finally found him.

You heard Rae cut Sykkuno off, telling everyone she was starting the game and muttered a "Thank god" when the words "CREWMATE" appeared on your screen. You would not have been able to play imposter at the moment, your mind pretty much stuck on the fact that Corpse was your fucking soulmate.

Heading down to admin, you realised you hadn't said anything yet to the stream so you quickly turned on your cam, saying a quick sorry to the viewers.

"Sorry guys, I forgot to put the camera on," you smiled focusing on card swipe.

"I hope everyone's been okay, I know this was quite sudden, but Rae invited me and I was like why not you know," you said rambling as you moved to comms and did the task there.

Lights were called and you moved to electrical, arriving there just as Leslie fixed them. You moved into the back of electrical doing the three tasks you had there when Sykkuno suddenly came in and went straight to standing on top of the vent.

You giggled already knowing his trick.

"Okay guys," you mumbled watching Sykkuno wiggle on the vent. "do we trust Sykkuno or not?"

"You know what," you said making a split second decision. "Its the first game, we might as well."

Joining him on the vent, you stilled for a second and then breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't automatically kill you.

"See, what did I tell you guys huh?" you question smiling straight at the camera. "I knew Sykkuno could be trusted."

You decided to follow Sykkuno going into reactor with him and starting 'Simon says' and just as you were on the last part, a body was found making you let a whine out.

"Guysss," you whined to the camera as Rae started talking about how she had found Daves body in admin.

"Um, I havent been in admin since the start of the game," you said, "also I can clear Sykkuno, for the last part of the round, he's been with me since lights went out."

Sykkuno confirmed it, "Yup that's right, also I can hard clear Y/N cuz guess what? She stood on the vent with me and none of us died."

Everyone chuckled as he said "Thats good enough for me."

"Uh, I was in navigation mostly." said Lily.

"Poki, can I just ask what you were doing?" said Sean, an undercurrent of mirth present.

"Me?" asked Poki speaking for the first time. "What was I doing?"

"You weren't doing any tasks, you were literally just walking from one side of medbay to the other when I peeked in."

Poki started laughing, trying to get her words out at the same time.

"Okay so-" a giggle. "okay okay- I was just, I was trying to um do the beep test," she said finally breaking down and making everyone else laugh as well.

"What the fuck?" you said, laughing at the image in your mind.

"My chat told me to do it last game so I decided to do it now, I was literally just playing around," she said finally, adding "I swear I'm not imposter" at the end.

"Hmmm," you hummed, bringing a hand up to stroke your chin. "Are you sure it was last game Poki... hm...."

Giggling at Poki indignant "YES it was last game", you quickly skipped voting like everyone else as the timer went into the last ten seconds.

Humming a tune under your breath, you went back to reactor, taking a minute to carefully do Simon says and then moved to the other task counting out one two three as you pressed on the numbers. Humming, you moved out of reactor, only to come face to face with Corpse. You paused for a second, and then moved ahead, refusing to show anything on camera. For some reason he followed you as you went to storage, looking at you while you did the trash.

"Why is he just staring?" you mumbled, biting your lip. God, you really didn't wanna think of him right now. You started walking to shields, him still walking with you when lights were called and not a second later a body was reported.

Suddenly there was screaming your ears as Toast and Rae both started accusing each other.

"Wait- Wait WAIT" yelled Poki trying to get them to stop. "What happened?"

"I'll explain" declared Rae, not letting toast get a word in. "We were in navigation okay, me, Toast and Leslie. Lights went out, and suddenly a report buttons there. It's either Toast or someone came in just as lights went out and killed but that doesn't seem likely because I didn't see anyone anywhere near us at all. Anyways I'm fucking telling the truth guys, its Toast, he's the one who did it."

"Toast, do you have anything to say for yourself?" asked Corpse, his voice making your insides shiver.

"Holy shit, this is my soulmate", you thought for the fiftieth time.

"Uh yeah," replied toast. "I didn't do it."

Everyone laughed as he continued.

"Like seriously, I wouldn't do anything like this because it'd be a stupid move from my own part, and I think Raes smart enough to not do this as well. I think someone else came in just as lights went down and killed immediately, which to be honest, was pretty smart of them."

"Okay so I can clear Corpse," you cut in noticing the timer was close. "he was with me in weapons when it happened, he wouldn't have had time to go all the way up, or even vent there because we were literally walking in."

"Yup that's right," confirmed corpse.

"I'm in cafeteria" said Poki.

"Yeah, I saw her on my way to weapons," said Sykkuno, "and I'm in weapons right now,"

"I'm in lower engine" said Sean, and Lily said she was in reactor.

"I think it's Toast," you mumbled and then rose your voice to talk over everyone. "Look okay fine, maybe he said it was a stupid move and he wouldn't do it but maybe he did it for that exact reason. He thought he could get away with it because no one would expect him to do something like that."

As the timer started going down by 10, you voted for Toast and it turned out 3 had skipped the vote while five had voted for him.

damn.

"Guys you actually voted for him?" you said in a high voice, re-enacting one of Sykkunos most said lines.

You heard a "oh for gods sake" from Rae before everyone went silent and you giggled as you moved back down to weapons to do your tasks.

You finished all your tasks and decided to go to security to check where everyone is. Humming as you moved through the electrical hallway, you narrowed your eyes as Corpse came out of electrical and went towards storage. Quickly ducking in you didn't see a body so you headed back out, going into cams and gasping as you saw the body. Reporting immediately you were shocked to see the four kills that had happened. Now only you, Corpse, Sean and Rae were left.

"Oh my god," you mumbled confused. Either there were still two imposters, and Toast wasn't the imposter or the imposter literally killed and did nothing else. Now either that could mean that its definitely Rae if Toast wasn't the imposter, or that it was Corpse as the only imposter left. That was a bit weird though becuase he could have totally killed you at the start of the game. You didn't suspect Sean at all.

"What the fuck?" mumbled Corpse, and Rae made her animal noises expressing her shock.

"Okay," you said taking charge and relaying the kill and your theory to everyone. "So either it was Toast and there's only one other imposter, who is Corpse. Or Toast wasn't an imposter and there's two of them left. I-" you took a deep breath in at the end, very confused. " I don't know anymore,"

"I think its Corpse as well,"

Corpse who hadn't said anything up till this moment suddenly started stammering out "hey-hey uh let-lets not gang up on me okay. It's not-"

"No, wait, its because Y/N said you came out of electrical right, and I saw you in upper engine literally a bit ago and you went down. I went towards cafeteria so I don't know exactly where you went but its totally possible that you killed."

You voted form him after that, convinced it was Corpse, and the other followed quickly.

"Guys what the fuck, at least give me a chance to explain my self" he whined when his body was thrown off the ship seconds later. You cheered when the "VICTORY" sign was displayed across the screen, bringing up your chat and laughing at Toast as he pretended to be angry at me.

"That was a great round, good work Y/N"

"Thankyou" you mumbled staring at your chat. You were confused when you saw the absolute influx of messages on there, and you were barely able to read them because they were going so fast. You scrolled up, and read through the few of the messages;

"You've made corpse sad."

"Corpse has literally been so quite since you came in, can you leave."

"Omg stop with the hate messages, its not her fault if corpse isn't talking to you"

"are you his ex or something? What was that reaction at the start?"

"what did you do? Corpse literally hasn't said a word since you came in."

"Um..."

Corpse POV

Corpses heart stopped for a minute, his breath catching. The words on his wrist glowed gold, and he stared at the little red character standing there.

This person was the reason that he had "PRAISE BINGUS" stretched across his wrist.

They were the only reason that he had searched "Bingus" on google for all of his life. The only reason Corpse knew about the meme before anyone else was because he was constantly monitoring the word online. Ever since March, he had been waiting with bated breath, anxious that he could meet his soulmate at any moment. and here you were.

For some reason, he had never expected that he would meet you in among us, or while he was on stream. He always thought it'd be someone outside. It was a bit stupid in hindsight as all he did nowadays was play among us.

He heard you introduce yourself to him but the only thing that came out of his mouth was “No fucking way”.

Immediately after he wanted to slap himself.

“Idiot” he thought to himself. “At least try to make a good impression.”

When Rae asked what was wrong, heat sprung to his cheeks as he started revealing that they were soulmates, but Y/N cut him off, saying that it was nothing.

Corpse’s heart sank a little then.

'Maybe she’s just a private person,' he reasoned with himself.

'I shouldn’t have tried to say it on stream either. God, I’m a fucking idiot, if I said it, literally everyone would know and not only would I have hated the attention, she probabaly would have as well.'

Convincing himself that she was right, he reassured himself that it wasn’t because of him. She wasn’t revealing it because she probably didn't want all the attention.

For some reason though, his heart sank even more when Y/N didnt talk to him, instead talking to sykkuno about his dog. Like sure he could understand not wanting to reveal they were soulmates but shouldn’t she at least wanna talk to him? At this point he wouldn’t even mind if she talked about his voice like everyone else.

He groaned when the word "Imposter" came across his screen, his and Toasts character standing together. He was not in the right mindset right now to be able to be a good imposter. Breathing in deeply he continued in the game, with the first round passing by quick. The second round, he saw Y/N and stood with her for a bit wondering if he should kill her. Her red character moved to weapons and he sighed moving the mouse over the kill button. Just as he was thinking of clicking a body was found. Corpse swore as Toast flew off the ship. Deciding he needed to speed it up he killed four people in the round, hissing when the meeting was called. The moment Y/N accused him, he knew it was over. He didn't even bother defending himself much, just hoping the game would end soon.

When they were in the lobby, he quickly told everyone that he was going to leave because his internet was acting up. Turning off the stream after saying a quick thank you to everyone, he leaned back in his seat breathing through his nose.

What the fuck was his life.

Even his soulmate didnt want him. Honestly, he should have expected this. Abandoned at 12 with no one around him, why did his expect his soulmate to even give a fuck about him. Tears pricked his eyes and he blinked trying to get rid of them. He breathed in deeply, grabbing the water on the table and taking a big gulp. He had never hated himself more than he did right now. Why couldnt he have an easier life.

“Why cant I just fucking be NORMAL” he yelled throwing the empty bottle of water at the wall.

Throwing himself into bed, he scrunched up his eyes, hoping that sleep would come today, not noticing as his phone lit up with a single message.

Your POV

You stayed for another game and then ducked out apologizing and making an excuse up.

"Sorry it was such a short stream, everyone," you said pouting at the camera. "It was fun though so hopefully I get to do it again." Waving goodbye, you turned off the camera and leaned your head back staring at the ceiling.

What the actual fuck.

Grabbing your phone, you stared at it for a bit. Everything that you had pushed to the back of your mind in the game, was suddenly in the forefront.

The only thing you knew about Corpse was that he had a really deep voice, he narrated horror movies, and he maybe did music?

'Rae mentioned that once right?' you thought to yourself.

You unlocked the phone and then locked it again, too scared to actually do anything.

Unlocked.

Locked.

Unlocked.

Locked.

"Oh get a grip," you muttered to yourself, opening the phone and sending a text to Rae.

‘Hey Rae, do you have corpses number? Do you mind sending it to me, I need to tell him something.’

A reply came in a minute,

‘umm, why. he's pretty private so idk i don't rlly wanna give his number if he doesn't want someone to have it’

You sighed, and decided you might as well tell her. You knew Rae wouldn't betray your trust.

‘He's my soulmate’

Immediately a ‘AHDJHAKJKAGDAK’ came as a reply and you giggled at the string of emojis after it.

‘Don't tell anyone,’ you sent quickly, trying to calm her down.

‘Okay okay, its XXX - XXX - XXXX, ASHAGDH IM DYING OMG. GO TALK TO HIM.’

Biting your lip you added Corpse into your contacts hesitating before putting a small black heart next to his name.

"Already simping," you mumbled under your breath, hands hovering over the keyboard as you struggled to think of what to write.

You finally decided on 'Hey, its Y/N, can I call?' thinking that something short would be the best way to go. Hand hovering over the send button, you sucked in a breath and pressed it, waiting with bated breath.

A minute passed.

And then five.

And then, without you even you realising, it'd been half an hour of you just looking at your phone.

An hour later, you were slumped on your desk, eyes closed and snoring lightly, the phone still open, the message you sent lighting up the screen.

tbc.