#Thanky for ask I like getting them <3

[aw-colorcat]

Do mack's wings work like meta knights, where they're a cape when he isnt using them?

I had an idea at the beginning but I’m not sure where I ended up with this 😅… short answer I think they would be more involved. But I love meta knight and I learned how to draw wings by drawing him!

[ask is referring to this post]

[keeps-ache]

there are a couple changes i would make to the keyboard if i could:

wiggly exclamation mark

bleeding heart emoji

varying snake emojis (more poses would be fun)

question mark with a little heart for the dot bc, well,

more explosions

and that is all thank you

[cringefailfagcat]

truthfully what have you done to me

wonderful things honestly<3

[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my Heart is.

Chapter 3: The First Time Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 1100+ Warning: implied rape and abuse A/N: idk i feel weird that he's kinda ooc; tbf he is very different here in this ff BUT LISTEN crazy meets sweet, ITS KINDA CUTE also also, imma take a break and continue my devout!reader ff, you can check it out here. thanky!

mmmmm i changed so much dialogue i wonder how this'll go. (edited as of Feb 20)

It had been quite a few months after Alastor and I have started going out. Nothing drastically different happened when we were still friends then transitioning to lovers.

Both of us would mind our own business, however, that didn’t really mean that we weren’t thinking about each other. If Alastor went on radio, I would listen to him while doing mundane chores, listening to his voice through the vintage filter of the stereo, I'd even retort to his witty commentary as if he was in the room with me. While, I would be out doing shows across the city, ranging from clubs and cafes to the early television programs.

Today was one of those days, where I would be waiting for Alastor to pick me up after performing a show, as he promised to bring me out to drink for our date. I stood at a lamp post waiting for him, looking down at my shadow.

“Well, look who it is. Lil’ Mel out in town?” a raspy voice said to me, “Must be nice to finally get out of that orphanage, huh? How’ve you been liking it so far? Missed me?”

Hearing this familiar insistent voice sent shivers down my spine, having flashbacks of my days in the orphanage. I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Go away, Aidan. I don’t want to talk to you,” I announced, fear creeping up on me.

“Oh, don’t be like that, babe!” he said putting his hand on my shoulder, “Don’t you remember all our fun times?”

I wriggled out of his grasp and angrily answered, “Fun? Hah, you’re insane. And never call me babe! Goodbye.”

I tightened my grasp on my sling bag and briskly walked away, looking for a more crowded area. But I never got too far when he suddenly had my arm in a tight grip making me squeal in pain. He covered my mouth with his other hand hushing me, and placing his knee between my legs. This scenario was all too familiar that tears welled up in my eyes automatically, but I gathered all my courage tensing my body and biting his hand, frustration clear on my face.

Meanwhile, Alastor was already a few buildings close to your arranged meeting place when he stopped when he heard a familiar voice.

“I told you to let go of me!”

This shout reaches his ears following a thud, fearing the worst he then bolts toward Miledy’s direction.

“Miledy!” he yells however freezes when he sees a man looming over her with a metal pipe in his hands.

“AL!” she screamed scared out of her wits.

Without a second thought, he lunges at the man throwing the both of them to the side leaving me on the floor. I looked at Alastor in fear for him when I saw him struggling to wrestle the larger man off of him.

“STOP! GET OFF HIM!”

Aidan seemed to falter when he heard me, creating an opening for Alastor and managing to stab him through his chest. Aidan gathered the last of his strength to wrap his hand around Alastor’s neck. I panicked and grabbed the forgotten pipe and bashed him over the head, making him go limp on top of Al.

Alastor moved the body to the side and with a relieved look on his face, he moves forwards and pulls me in a tight hug.

“I was so scared. Did you get hurt?” he frets over me.

“You’re not scared of me? I just killed a-a person, Al,” I asked afraid of his reaction.

“Heavens no! I’m more relieved you’re not hurt,” he replied letting go of the hug and placing his hand to the side of my face.

Relieved that Alastor didn’t leave her despite her sins, she finally broke down as she recounted the traumatic events that had happened, including the times where she comforted herself to sleep crying after Aidan was done playing with her, causing all these bottled up grievances to burst out. While Alastor did his best to comfort her in an embrace.

“We should probably leave now. It won’t take long before someone calls the police,” he explained holding on to her shoulder. I only nodded my head shakily still rattled and followed his lead.

He covered the body and lifted it over his shoulder keeping it steady while his free grabbed my hand and ran far far away. We eventually ended in a forest where we buried the body. I wiped the sweat off my brow breathing deeply from all the extraneous activities. After that was all done, Alastor led me to a cabin outside the hunting grounds.

“Where are we?” I asked while looking at the old furniture and the floorboards that creaked.

“My house,” he stated simply offering me a glass of water. I took and drank all of it without a second thought making Alastor tug a very subtle smile on his lips at how she completely trusted him.

“Al, we just killed a man and buried him. What if they figure out that we did it? What will happen to us?” I ramble, face going pale from different scenarios going through my mind.

He kneels in front of me a frown adorning his face when he saw how distraught I was and replied, “I’ll never let them hurt you. I promise, they will never know.”

“What about you, Al! What if they take you away from me. I don’t want to be separated from you!” I yelled hoping he’d care about his own well-being.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he said reading through me and holding my face in his hands, “I’ll never ever leave you, not if I can’t help it.”

My eyebrows furrowed still unconvinced, “How can you be so sure?”

His eyebrows drooped and a wry smile takes place while putting his hands on my knees obediently, “I’ve been hiding from them for years now. They haven’t had any idea that it was me. Knowing a lot of people surely has its perks.” I looked at him confused. “The first person killed was when I was 16, on the day that my mother died, and I’ve been running ever since.”

“I’m sorry I lied to you. But I never wanted you to be involved in this dirty past of mine,” he apologizes. “But I swear on my life that I never had any bad intention towards you. All I want is for you to be safe and free from worry.”

It took a very long time before one of us did or said anything. I took his hand, stood up and walked him towards the balcony that we walked past getting here. And just watched as the sun slowly rose hand in hand.

“I guess this is how we live for the rest of our lives now,” I uttered just above a whisper to the wind.

“I’ll protect you. No matter what.”

“Me too. You can depend on me… I love you, Al.”

“Thank you, Miledy.”

[whumpasaurus101]

Hii !!

i feel bad for requesting something for like a third time 😭

but if you don’t mind, I was wondering if you could write a villain who pretends to hate hero, but is actually like beyond obsessed w/ them? like a stalking, yandere, possessive, kind of obsessed.

you can probs tell but I have an actual obsession with hero x villain 💀💀

but anyways, tysmm !! hope you have a great day ^^

OH MY GOODNESS ANON YOU DO NOT HAVE TO FEEL BAD AT ALL WHATTTT?!?! I absoloutely ADORE asks SO KEEP THEM COMIN IF YOU WANT OMG!!!! I LOVE LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH!!! Im sorry if i kinda made the Villain softer than how youd wouldve liked just lmk if youre not happy with it!!!! YOURE SO NICE THANKIE FOR THE ASK!!!! <3

cw: chlorophome / angst. a lovely mix HUIJDKHDH

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Every step Hero took felt followed. Every movement felt unmissed. The street was dimly lit, it probably wasn't the smartest to be walking here at three in the morning… 

The snap of a stick caught their attention, bringing their steps to a halt. They looked behind them, jumping as a dark figure emerged from behind them.

“Who is it?” Hero gritted out. They were tired, all they wanted to do was get home and put their feet up. But alas, they had no other choice but get rid of the lingering threat. The shadowed figure just stopped, the black masked face staring blankly back at them. Hero huffed out an impatient breath, muttering, “Creep,” as they continued to walk on.

In an instant, Hero was grabbed from behind and a hand shoved a cloth over their face. Hero cried out, trying to fight against the grip but it was useless. They heaved in breaths which only made them inhale the chemicals more.

“Relax, little hero, just take some nice deep breaths for me and relax.”

Hero’s blood went cold, their stomach lurching; Villain.

Their vision filled with blank dots but Hero tried with all their energy to fight against Villain. But it was no use. The chemicals filled their senses and their vision went to black.

It felt like it had only been a second before their eyes snapped open. They looked around them, eyes wide. The room was dark, their arms were tied tightly to each arm of the chair. Their ankles tied to each leg of their chair. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.

“Well, well, well, good morning sleeping beauty,” Villain smirked, tucking a lock of hair behind Hero’s ear. Hero flinched back, face filled with disgust, “Don't touch me,” The growled. Villain scoffed with a smirk, “Oh trust me, I’m not enjoying this anymore than you are.”

Hero scoffed, “Bullshit.”

“Oh shut it!” Villain yelled, their hands clenched into fists as they roared, “Ever since I laid eyes on you I have fucking hated you. You're- you're like some annoying fly who’s buzzing around and I can't seem to get rid of you!”

Hero blinked, taken back at how defensive Villain was getting, “Alright, jeez, chill out, dude.” Villain blinked quickly, feeling their face grow pink and they turned away quickly, pretending to busy themself.

Hero yawned, trying to lift their arm against their restraint before sighing, “So…what do I owe the pleasure of being kidnapped?”

Villain gulped, absentmindedly sharpening their knife as they sat on a stool, their back facing Hero, “SuperVillain wanted to talk to you,” They mumbled. 

Hero nodded, their tongue running along the bottom of their teeth. The silence filled the room once more.

“So-....so you’re not gonna be my entertainment while we wait, or-”

“Oh just shut.up!!!” Villain roared, quickly getting to their feet and pacing towards Hero, knife in hand. “Jesus fuck, Villain, what the hell is going on with you today?!?” 

“I-...you-... w-” Villain took a shaky breath, looking up at the ceiling as they blinked hard, “Who were you fighting with two nights ago?” Their voice was low this time, quiet. They almost sounded… vulnerable.

Hero blinked, “Two… Oh- you mean [Other Villain]?” Villain gulped and nodded once before looking away.

Hero couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh, “Villain… you're hardly jealous-....are you?”

Villain rolled their jaw, looking down to their knife before twirling it in their hand, “I…I thought we had a deal…” Hero couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. There was something about Villain suddenly, they looked like all sad and vulnerable. It was a side of Villain that Hero had never seen. Their eyes glazed over, brimming with tears as they clenched their jaw tight.

“I’m.. I’m sorry Villain…I didn’t mean to make you feel like this. The other- they… they came out of nowhere and I didn't have Sidekick to help me. So I had no other choice but to fight them!” Villain just stared at Hero for a moment before nodding once. 

They got down to one knee, bringing the blade to Hero’s ankle, making the other flinch. But in a moment, the rope fell away. Villain continued this until all the restraints were gone before taking a step back, “You uhm…I think you should go now…”

Their voice was quiet, probably the lump in their throat restricting most of the volume. They looked away as a tear slowly ran down their cheek. Hero gulped before getting to their feet. They cupped Villain’s face, thumb brushing the other’s tear away, “How can I make it up to you.”

Villain forced themself not to flinch back, Hero suddenly feeling so close to them. They took a shaky breath. All along they have wanted this, dreamt of it. And now it was happening. Villain’s cheeks were red and they took a slow breath before their eyes slowly met Hero’s;

“Kiss me…”

[campingwiththecharmings]

“D..did you just make that noise?” + poe, maybe? thankie <3

Stuck

AN: I had two ideas for this prompt and this is the one that ended up being the most fleshed out. Hopefully it's okay lol (Thank you for sending this in btw 💖)

(Un-beta'd)

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,447 (lol what's a drabble? 😂) Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: cursing, kissing, thigh riding/frottage, possibly terrible writing. AO3

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You’re not exactly sure how you ended up in this situation but you’re 100% sure that it’s Poe Dameron’s fault. Sure, it had been your idea to explore the old, crashed ship while making your rounds that morning, but it was Dameron’s carelessness that had resulted in the both of you falling through the unstable deck and getting stuck like this.

‘This’ being you pressed up against each other and unable to really move.

“Will you please stop squirming,” he grunts, clenching his jaw as you move again.

The position you’re in is a precarious one: your torso is pressed against his side, your left leg somehow almost wrapped partially around his waist, one of your arms is pinned down at your side and the other is stuck in the debris behind you. Poe’s positioning isn’t much better.

“I’m not squirming, I’m shifting,” you argue, doing your best to ignore the (delicious) press of him against you. “How else are we supposed to get out of here?”

He sighs, grimacing a little as you continue to twist yourself. “I’m working on it, just…give me a second.”

You scoff, gingerly wiggling one of your arms in an effort to pull it from the debris. You make a noise of triumph as you free your arm, only for it to turn into a squeal as the debris shifts and you’re (somehow) pressed even more against each other.

“Now will you give me a second to think?” he asks, his voice a little strained.

“Yeah. Sorry,” you mutter, cringing a little.

Silence falls between you as you ‘give Poe a second’ and you’re forced to focus on the fact that your front is fully pressed flush against Poe’s side, that if you shifted just a little to the left you could grind against the top of his thigh, that if you leaned forward just a few little bit more, you could lick the sweat slowly making its way down his neck—

“Okay,” he says breathlessly, breaking your train of thought. “I’m gonna try something.”

You nod, desperate for a distraction. Any distraction.

He inhales as deeply as your current positions allow, as if steeling himself, before slowly moving his arm. It brushes your waist as he weaves it behind you, the brief touch making you suck in an involuntary breath.

“You okay?” he asks, eyes finding yours in the dim light.

“Mhmm,” you lie, nodding quickly.

He looks at you for a moment longer, something unreadable in his gaze, before he glances away, refocusing on the task at hand.

You’re attracted to him, you can admit that to yourself, but you’ve never really been sure about his feelings toward you. There have been moments where he’s made you wonder, but they’re always so fleeting, you’re sure you’ve imagined them.

Now though…

Poe mutters something unintelligible and suddenly the debris behind you is moving, falling. Without thinking, you try to move away from it, pushing yourself forward toward Poe, your hips tilting against his thigh. A barely stifled whimper tears itself from your throat at the delightful friction between your legs and you freeze, your heart trying to beat its way out of your chest.

“D..did you just make that noise?”

Your gaze snaps to his at the question, your hackles raised—you’re expecting him to tease you, but instead see only curiosity in his eyes.

Maker, he’s so close.

Flustered, you open your mouth to respond but find that you have no words. Poe’s eyes fall to your lips and linger there, and you suddenly feel like you can’t breathe.

He meets your eyes again after a moment, his breath coming in soft puffs against your cheek. You swallow thickly, not sure what to do, what to say, how to explain—

But it turns out you don’t have to.

The set of his jaw is the only warning you get before he leans forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You gasp against his mouth in surprise, allowing his tongue to slip in and tangle with yours. You groan at the delicious slide of his tongue against yours…and then in frustration when you remember you are currently incapable of moving. 

He huffs a laugh, pulling away. His lips are a little red and plump from your (very brief) make out session and you’re not sure he’s ever looked more gorgeous than he does right now.

“We’ve gotta get out of here,” you whisper, your nose bumping his as his mouth hovers over yours.

He nods, pressing his forehead to yours and taking a slow breath. 

“We definitely do,” he says, his tone is low and full of promise.

The heat in his eyes has you biting back a moan. “Any more suggestions?”

He swallows, tearing his gaze from yours to look at your surroundings. After a moment, he nods, wiggling his body a little as if to test his level of stuckness. You suck in a breath at the friction, drawing his eyes back to you.

“Sorry. Maybe if you—”

Nodding, you shift again, this time moving away from him, trying to use your body weight to push back the debris. It kind of works, so you keep at it, the two of you slowly moving toward what appears to be an exit. When you finally make it out, you’re in some kind of corridor. You sag against the most stable-looking wall you can find and try to catch your breath.

“We should head back to the ship,” you say, still panting a little.

Poe nods, running a hand through his mussed curls. “Yeah, we should.”

There is a pause as your eyes meet, silence falling between you again as you stare at each other, neither of you making any attempt to leave.

You’re not sure who moves first, but you meet Poe a step or two from the wall, only to be pressed back against it as your lips connect with his. He sighs into your mouth, fingers fisting in the fabric of your shirt as he pins you to the metal surface with his body. You hum, returning his kiss with equal fervor as your hands clutch at his hips. His lips, warm and dry, part with a groan as you grind against him. You plunge a hand into his curls as you lick into his mouth, holding his face to yours. He ruts against your hip, his hardness straining against the confines of his Resistance-issue trousers. You moan his name against his lips, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck. You’re so close, you just need—

He groans, briefly pulling away to lift you so you can wind your legs around his waist. He settles you back against the wall, cock pressing at the heat between your legs.

This. This is what you need.

You both moan as he continues to rut against you, breaths coming in pants.

Poe is everywhere; he’s all you taste, all you smell, all you see, all you feel—you can’t get enough.

You gasp, the pleasure starting to build in your core. 

“Fuck, Poe, feels so good. Please don’t stop,” you plead, one hand clutching at his shoulders as you tilt your hips to meet his.

He buries his face into the side of your neck as his pace starts to falter, mouthing at your pulse point and mumbling incoherently into your skin. The sound sends a jolt of desire to your core and you clench around nothing, whining again as you inch toward your peak.

You’re addicted to him already and he’s barely even kissed you.

Your fingers are still tangled in his hair and when you come apart for him, they tighten, pulling at the silken strands. Poe’s moan is choked as his hips stutter against yours again, the sound of your release making him chase his own. He comes with a gasp a moment later, pressing his forehead to yours as you both try to catch your breath.

“Maker,” you breathe, combing your fingers through his hair and smiling when he leans into your touch. “Is there a reason we’ve never done that before?”

He smiles, his mouth hovering over yours. “If there was, it definitely wasn’t a good one.”

You huff a laugh, chewing on your bottom lip as you pull his mouth to yours again. As your lips meet, the ship around you creaks loudly and you both freeze.

“We should go, right?” you say, looking around warily.

“Yep, definitely,” he agrees, slowly lowering you back down to the floor.

When your eyes meet again, you snort, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him back outside to safety.

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[aew-kun-age-regression]

hi im not sure if your requests are open, but i was wondering if you could do a Marauders era caregiver!severus x little!male!reader drabble type thing, if you cant thats okay, and no rush thankies!

Hi Darling! Of course I can, I've honestly been waiting for a request <3 I hope I've done okay and this is what you wanted!!

"Don't worry Kiddo"

Pairing: Severus Snape × Little!Reader.

Summary: Severus and Reader are supposed to be studying however when Reader doesn't show up Severus goes looking for them, in return finding out their secret.

Warnings: Very brief mentions of bullying, fluff, nicknames (Kiddo, Sev), thumb suckling, hiding, platonic.

(Gender neutral Reader)

‼️THIS IS NOT NSFW‼️

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NOT proofread!!!

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Severus had been at Hogwarts for 3 years now. You were a year younger than Severus and therfore had been there for 2 years.

Within your first year of being at Hogwarts

(And getting sorted into your house, which was Slytherin) you had had a few incidents with bullying. Severus had noticed one time when it was happening and had stepped in, becoming fast friends.

You had always acted childish however it was only when you turned 15 that you realised that all the times you had acted like a kid without knowing why or how to stop it, it had been because of regression..

Noone was aware of your regression except you for about 7 months of you consciously doing it. After that time there was an incident that allowed someone to know the secret.

You were supposed to be studying with Severus after lessons. He was supposed to meet you in the Common room however when he arrived you weren't there. You were always good with being on time so he was confused. He waited for roughly 20 minutes before he started to worry.

He decided to look for you.

It didn't take long before he found you. Sitting in the back of the library (behind multiple shelves) with your thumb in your mouth and a child's book in you lap sitting criss cross on the floor.

Severus although not fully aware of your regression had noticed there was something different about you months ago. You never acted the age you were. Not like the other kids at least...

"Y/N?"

You looked up fear written upon your face.

"Don't worry kiddo... it's okay."

He didn't understand. Why did he feel the need to protect you. What came Iver him to call you 'kiddo'?

None of this made sense.

But he knew now wasn't the time to ask questions. At the moment you were little.

Severus slowly reached his hand out to you, promoting you to take it.

"Little one.. Why don't we go over to that table over there and you can tell me about that book your reading.. yeah?"

He didn't want you hiding anymore.

"O-okay Sev" You stuttered, giving him a nickname.

At that moment Severus knew that whatever was happening, he would always be there for you during this time. And any other time you were in a situation like this.

[hyperifictrashlazi]

" 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 " ˢʰᵘ ʸᵃᵐⁱⁿᵒ ˣ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

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Part 3! Part 3! The last part of my 'Simple' fanfic for Shubert and Reader!!! 🎉🎉🎉

Thank you so so much for reading these fics, it made me very happy!! 🥺💜 I'm glad that some of my creativity is working lmfao.

If any of you haven't read the part 1 and part 2 of this fic series, you can read right here first!! Thankies!!!

Part 1 : "Simple"

Part 2 : "Open Book"

Anyway~ To School Romance AU with Shu!! 🍌

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"Shu, I can't believe I'm saying this but -" Mysta puts a hand on Shu's shoulder, "You're actually an idiot." he then finished.

"Wait - what?" the violet eyed guy looked at his friend, baffled at the sudden remark. He was just having lunch, for goodness' sake.

"You can't say that you don't really care about romance when YOU WERE HOLDING HANDS WITH (NAME) YESTERDAY!" Mysta exclaimed in response.

"What? Shubert doing premarital hand holding?! How daring!!" Vox gasped out loud, putting on the dramatics.

"Wait - you saw that?!" Shu shouted in embarrassment, not even realizing that he outed himself in the process. "So that did happen." Luca said, initially not believing Mysta until Shu reacted.

Shu's reaction intrigued Ike, "You never told us about a crush, Shu." the amber eyed male teased. "Talk about friendship with the bois." Vox followed up in jest.

Red faced, Shu couldn't help exclaiming, "Okay, it was embarrassing to bring up. And - And - We're close friends!" he reasoned.

"He didn't even deny his feelings for (Name)."

"He can't deny when I saw solid proof of it!!"

"Your eventual honesty is very admirable, Shu."

"Shu has a love life, POG!"

Shu deadpanned at his friends, "Stop it, you guys." he stated their way. Jeez, he knew that this would happen if he ever told them...

"So, are you and the Theatre Club's muse together?" Vox asked for the tea with teasing curiosity.

Shu paused, "Together - ?" he then questioned, blinking. This got the rest of the group to turn to their smart yet dense friend.

"You know, Lovers, Dating, Significant Others...?" Mysta further elaborated for the boy. The silence they got from Shu made them all sigh.

"Shubert, I can't believe this..."

"YOU SHARED A SWEET HAND HOLDING MOMENT AND YOU'RE NOT DATING?!"

"How unpoggers Shu."

"I don't want to hear that from any of you." Shu stated back to the three. "Yeah, give Shu a break." Ike defended the boy with a frown.

"(Name) obviously likes you too anyway." Mysta pointed out. Shu furrowed his brows at that, "How are you sure of that?" he asked.

Mysta rolled his eyes, "Oh come on, it's obvious! Always staying by your side when possible, glancing your way, you're the closest to her in class - they're subtle but it's there!" he said.

"That does sound like a crush." Vox agreed with a nod. "No it doesn't. That's not enough to confirm (Name)'s feelings." Ike bluntly disagreed.

"But Ike! Nothing will happen if Shu doesn't do anything! He has to at least make a move." Luca persisted on the topic. Ike pondered, "Well... you're not wrong either..." he was slowly swayed.

Shu could only blankly watch his persistent friends gossip about his crush like grannies with their favorite drama series.

Jeez, his very caring friends are also very nosy.

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"Okay, okay - let me get this straight." a girl said right in front of You. "You both held hands, admitted some feelings with each other, AND YOU THINK HE STILL DOESN'T LIKE YOU!?" she then exploded.

"I... Yes." You agreed, sweatdropping at your friend. Said friend threw her hands up into the air, "This is why we can't have good things!" she exclaimed.

"Okay look... wait - you know what, you make sense, Lia." You then reconsidered with a mumble. "Uh - no shit." the girl sassed back.

This here was your best friend, Natalia. She was the Theatre Club's main scriptwriter who creates the playwrights for the club. Her story writing is one of the core factors of the Theatre Club.

The both of you were besties since middle school so you were very close and are each other's confidants.

"But I don't want to assume, you know?" You still insisted. "You're assuming he doesn't have feelings for you right now." Natalia immediately rebutted.

"Stop twisting my words, Lia."

"Never, (Nickname)."

"Plus, we all know how Shu Yamino is! He's not the type to do PDA just because!" Natalia stated. Shu was nice but direct, if he doesn't like something he most likely won't be swayed into doing it.

"That's true..." You mumbled, slowly being convinced. Shu wouldn't say those things just because he felt like it... right??

But what if this is just wishful thinking and you're coping way too much right now??

Natalia sees the confused and distraught look on your face and heaved a sigh. "Okay, let's move on from this for now. We still have a play to practice, let's focus on that instead." she decided to let it go.

You nodded, "You're right Lia! Let's focus on rehearsals!" you said, pumped up. Your feelings can take a break for now, it's theatre's time to shine!!

"I bet he likes you back though."

"As if. Stop gaslighting me."

"50 bucks?"

"... 50 bucks."

Shu was out of your league while the stage is within reach. You'll focus on acing that play first.

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"How's the play going?" Shu asked you, glancing at the thick script in your opened backpack. "It's going splendid! Although I still need more practice." You sheepishly said, keeping the worksheet the teacher gave into your bag.

"I'm sure you'll do great." Shu reassured, smiling. He always loved the way your eyes brighten when you talk about the things you like.

"Thanks Shu." You smiled back. You always loved the way he was supportive and gentle in his very own way.

'Maybe... just maybe... I can try...?' Shu thought as he sees you focus on closing your stuffed bag. It was dismissal time after all, and you had rehearsals to attend to.

"No problem (Name)." Shu said, slinging his bag on his shoulder. "Our clubrooms are in the same direction, let's walk together?" he then offered.

"Oh sure thing!" You immediately chirped in response, carrying your own bag. You go to Shu's side, "Let's go." you said with a nod as you both started walking in comfortable silence.

Shu was slightly lost in his thoughts, You were practically glowing with so much joy and energy at the thought of your rehearsals. He thinks that it was utterly endearing.

So full of light, magically bright like the sparkle in your eyes.

"And~ here's my stop." Your voice snaps Shu out of his trance, both of you stopping in front of the Theatre club's room.

You turn to Shu, "Thanks for walking with me." you said, softly smiling. "Anytime." Shu replied as they waved goodbye.

Shu started to walk to the Tech club's room, he felt his face burn, flustered red. Your eyes just now were gleaming... all while facing him and gently smiling.

And your eyes only brighten because of things you like.

Shu covers his blushing face, goodness he's letting his friends' words get to him. This is pretty much copium he's inhaling.

But... he really hopes they're right...

"Mysta's right..." Shu mumbled to himself, sighing. "I'm an idiot."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.───

Days pass and today was the School Festival. A lot of classes and clubs had their activities and booths open for the public festivity.

Shu, as someone from the Tech club, was helping the Broadcasting Club in using the technology for festival announcements and gimmicks. All of his friends were busy with their own clubs or classes.

"Shu, it's my shift now. You can go enjoy the festival." the Tech Club's President stepped into the room. Shu nodded, "Okay, I'll be back soon." he then said, standing up.

"Nonsense, just go have fun. I'll stay here."

"Thank you."

And Shu was off to look around to see his friends in the festival.

His class was doing a cafe (Mysta was forbidden from entering the kitchen). Luca's Track and Field club were hosting a game stall (a shooting game from Pomu, Luca said). And Shu didn't dare enter Vox's class doing a host club (he can see the line for Vox's specific table).

There was Ike's writing club left... where was he?

"Oh hey there, Shu." as if on cue, Shu sees Ike approaching him. "Hey Ike, aren't you supposed to be with your club?" he questioned.

"Oh, the Writing club helped with the script and direction of the Theatre club's play. We aren't exactly that busy." Ike explained. Ah right, the Writing club, Music club, and Theatre club collaborated for the festival.

"The play should be halfway through... Want to join me watch a bit?" Ike offered. Shu hummed, "I was about to head there next so, yeah let's go." he then agreed. The two went to the auditorium where the play was being held.

"Ike told Shu about the overall plot of the play as they walked. It was about a brave noble who wanted to know about their mother's identity. They escaped their home and met a carefree mage who decided to help them in their quest.

As the play goes, the noble found out that their mother was a mercenary who chose to love their father until their death and realized that their own dream was to choose adventuring with the mage they grew to love.

It was a simple and sweet story about rediscovery and dreams.

The two boys make it into the auditorium, taking the few seats at the back. The room was pretty much full, students and guests alike watching the stage with their full attention.

Shu couldn't blame them, (Name) was singing and it was magical.

There you were, on stage. Right under the spotlight, singing your heart out. The lyrics flowing through as smoothly as the tune.

The fates have aligned with brightness and love Gleaming proof we're meant to be by the heavens above So, let's grant each other's wishes, My Star Let's fall into each other's arms just as we are With you, I know we can go far

There you were, like a flame with embers so bright. Your voice and acting were mesmerizing. And like a moth, Shu was entranced by the light of your fire.

Please take my hand Together, let's make a stand And we'll sing ballads of us across the lands!

(Name) faces front, as if the protagonist was looking at the world of adventures they were singing of to their beloved. You made your voice softer, the song approaching its end.

I know we can do it, together we can reach it Side by side, we can make it through...

And for a moment, you lock eyes with soft amethysts watching from afar. You feel you heart skip a beat, butterflies magically fluttering in your stomach, but nonetheless continues the show with violets in your gaze.

All I need is You...

You smiled for a moment, a glimpse of the You singing to Your Secret Beloved, before turning to your stage partner as the Noble serenading their Starlight.

Will you join me in this Journey for Two? A Lifetime of Me and You.

And the leads of the show held each other's hands, sweet gazes exchanged as they smile. In one breath, they sing.

To an Adventure of Fated Skies to see Just You and Me...

The music dies down, the lights fade out... And the applause echoes in the auditorium.

Captivating... Shu Yamino was too busy being absolutely captivated.

It was one look, one line, one smile. And one that made him feel like falling in love all over again.

The applause was nothing to the loud thundering of his heartbeats.

Shu gulped down his overwhelmed emotions, trying to compose himself. He was too flustered for his own good.

"That was a stellar performance! (Name) really is the muse of the Theatre club." Ike praised, amazed by the show.

"Yeah... that was amazing." Shu agreed, still looking at the stage with reddened cheeks. Ike huffs at the smitten guy, feeling his teeth sore at the sweetness.

"I'm staying to watch until the end. Care to join me, Shu?"

"Yeah, I don't mind."

If it's You, Shu doesn't mind anything one bit.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.───

The sun was setting and the flurry of festivity has come to an end. The School Festival was a success!!

You walked out of the clubroom, waving goodbye to your clubmates. The play was such a success and the applause was still resounding in your ears.

You felt so proud of yourself.

"Oh! Hey Shu, why are you still here so late?" You noticed the raven haired boy by the empty hallway. "I helped the Broadcasting club finish up." Shu reasoned.

You nodded, "I see. Let's walk together?" you offered his way. "Sure." Shu replied as you both walked through the halls.

"The play was amazing, by the way. Ike and I watched halfway." Shu said to you. "Yeah, I saw you guys. Thanks for the support." You smiled back brightly.

Maybe you were giddy because of performing so well, or maybe because Shu watched your play. Nonetheless, you were happy.

"You really are talented, you know that right?" Shu chuckled out. "Oh, flattery won't get you anywhere, Mister Yamino." you said in response.

"I mean it." Shu sheepishly said, "You're amazing." he then admitted. He paused in his steps, making you stop walking as well. "... Shu?" you questioned with a tilt of the head.

"When our eyes met... it felt like you stole my breath away." Shu stated as he faced you. Shades of violet fill your eyes once more, "You were breathtaking, (Name)." he then told you, patches of red on his cheeks.

'NO U!' You thought, heart thumping erratically. Shu Yamino, praising you in the most romantic way possible?!

This was an illusion, a dream, a delirious delusion.

"I - you - wait Shu - what?" the denial in you made you stutter out loud. For the first time in so long, you couldn't compose yourself immediately again.

Despite being flustered himself, Shu was amused by the blush on your cheeks. "Cute." he mumbled out, smiling endearingly.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, eyes widening as you see Shu reach his hand out. Almost immediately, you reach out your hand to meet his midway.

With a single touch, the warmth spreads. "I... I have something to say. Will you listen to me, (Name)?" Shu asked, taking a breath of courage.

"Of course, Shu." You nodded, breath hitching at his fingers interlacing with yours.

"You're mesmerizing, you know... almost magical." Shu started, making you blink at him in question. You, something as ethereal as magical and mesmerizing??

Shu couldn't help a chuckle at your silent reaction, "It's true. You're such an expression of bright compassion, full of colors." he added on. "So full of life... I wouldn't trade any of that for the world." he said.

"I like you that much (Name). To the point that I can't unsee your radiance in my life." Shu confessed, meeting you in a flustered gaze.

You were left stunned, speechless, as you stared right back at him in shock. The scene before you was just breathtaking.

Under the twilight, in an empty hallway after classes, and with gleaming violets sincerely conveying feelings... it was magical.

You owe Natalia 50 bucks... but who the hell cares?! The Shu Yamino, the man you've been crushing on, confessed to you - likes you - and it was causing your brain to short circuit.

"Shu I - I - wait, I need a few minutes to process this!" You exclaim, holding your flushed cheek with your free hand.

Shu huffed, "Is it so hard to believe?" he asked you. "Yes, it's too good to be true." You immediately stated back, busy reeling from the fact that Shu just confessed his feelings to you.

Despite blushing at the comment, Shu perked up, "Wait, you mean..." he said, thinking of the meaning in your words.

"Okay, okay, I'm good - kinda." You said as you looked at both of your hands, still intertwined together tightly.

"I... It feels like a dream... Us like this - holding hands, confessing feelings, picturesque sunset - you know? It's so unreal but..." you trailed off as you decided to meet his eyes, soft and sincere.

"But this is all real... and that makes me so happy." You grinned his way, almost goddy. Shu's face goes a shade redder, heart leaping with ecstatic beats.

"I like you too Shu. I couldn't imagine a life without ever meeting you." you confessed your own feelings to him.

It felt like everything just comes into place. The twilight, the comfortable silence, the endearing smiles, the warmth between interlaced fingers... everything just falls into place.

It felt so magical, a stunning moment dyed in the kaleidoscope colors of the sunset, cherished with sincere gazes and sweet smiles.

"Want to go on a date with me?"

"I'm free this Saturday, let's have lunch together?"

And with their own colors, they paint their own magic over the connection sparked with holding hands and loving gentleness.

Shu Yamino and (Name) (Last Name).

Seemingly opposite types of people who complement each other. A similar definition to Opposites Attract.

Calm and Cheery. Quiet and Expressive. And yet, a mutual synergy of Support and Sweetness between them.

Shu Yamino was smart, supportive, and calm minded.

(Name) (Last Name) was talented, passionate, and outgoing.

And with intertwined fingers, walking together with smiles on their lips, they were full of love and contentment.

It felt enchanting, warm, and utterly sincere. Like a Book coming to a Happy End.

But in the end, it wasn't anything that magical...

Rather, it was a very simple thing.

They were simply two people in love with pure affection and a warm promise of lifetimes sworn on every heartbeat.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.───

WE DID IT BOIS, THE SIMPLE SERIES HAS FINALLY COME TO AN END!!!

Thank you so so much for reading until the end! This took WEEKS and its so long lmfao I'm glad I can give a satisfactory end to this small series of fanfic though!

Once again, thank you so so much for reading!!

[obsoleteozymandias]

romantic relationship hc of harry and kim with gn reader (i dont mind whether seperate or poly!!) thankies :D <3

You’re welcomesies 

Headcanons: Disco Elysium 

Harry du Bois (Individual): 

Any partner Harry has must be a force of nature. He needs someone who’ll chase the storms he makes, and let them envelop them. 

That isn’t to say he wants you to excuse his bad habits: any partner would be a key part of his recovery. 

Harry’s a very physical person. He gesticulates as much as he taps and touches you to get your attention or make a point. Hugs and kisses mean a million different things just depending on how they’re done. You’re gonna need a Harry encyclopedia for every little minutiae of this man. 

He isn’t afraid of public affection, though he’s always been attracted to a sense of secrecy with his partner - he likes seeing the side of someone only he knows. 

He‘ll wake you up on any given day with a new thought experiment or hypothetical, some of which are completely hilarious, others which shake you to your core. He’s never been a person to hold back with his thoughts. 

He’s a considerate lover to a fault: he’ll overthink every decision he makes until it’s too late to be made anymore. Then, he’ll spend the next few weeks regretting his overthinking; overthinking that, too, in the process. So he’ll need someone to step in and course-correct him. One kiss, one hug, one gentle hand on his shoulder, and reassurance. He’ll be right as rain (or as right as he can get) in no time. 

Kim Kitsuragi (Individual): 

Kim’s never been big on relationships, but when he’s in one, you’ll find very little difference from his normal behaviors. 

Aside from more physical touch and affection, some more open facial expressions, and less of a reservation about voicing his feelings, Kim is still a straight-laced cop with a pinch of obscure humor. 

His love language is acts of service. He doesn’t need a gift or affirmations, he needs someone to stand by his side and weather the storm with him. He loves having someone to come home to, someone who’ll listen to him talk about his day and help him de-stress. 

If you can’t help him with work, he always appreciates some good food and a hand with the chores around the house. 

Kim isn’t necessarily reserved with physical affection, but he, much like Harry, will often overthink it, to the point that he forgets what he was supposed to be doing, and gives up thinking about it at all. 

That said, the more a partner gives him, the more he gives back. If you make a habit of giving him a smooch or hug or just an arm around the shoulder, he’ll loosen up and return the favor. 

Kim and Harry (Poly):

Kim and Harry are a whirlwind together - they bring out the best in each other, and that sometimes means a complete swap in who is the most childish in the relationship. Any partner that works with the two of them would either be a similarly chaotic and free person, or an equalizer, who is almost always the voice of reason.

Sharing a bed is the biggest issue in this relationship: Harry sleeps spread out like a starfish, Kim hogs the blankets, and their partner is left to wonder why they make the decisions that they do. 

Despite that, every morning you all wake up entangled in one another is a small blessing. 

Although time is spent between just two of you, most often the three of you will be operating as a team. Harry cooks, Kim cleans, etc.

Being the only non-cop among the two would be a slight stressor, as they convene over work and their partner is left out of the loop. But they almost always make sure to find a way to include their third, whether it’s asking for an opinion or regaling them with stories of their days. 

If their partner is a cop, then oh lord the three are a crime-stopping machine that don’t stop, can’t stop, won’t stop. 

Affection runs freely between all of you. Harry smothers his partners with kisses, Kim is generous with touches to the back or arm, and no one goes a day without several hugs.

[dxsole]

🎤 GET TO KNOW THE MUN | Dex

NAME?: Dex

PRONOUNS?: please regard my gender as just silly detective that's just how i am, if pressed, u can use she / they / lieutenant

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: IMs, you can also chat with my on Discord (pls ask me if u want it!), but I am mostly on tumblr tbh

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: [pointing at Didi, Lawrence, and Philo] these morons

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I've been here since 2011, i have no clue if I have improved, i just know i am here

BEST EXPERIENCE?: just??? making new friends :3 i love u all, ur all going in my pocket. I've known some of you for literal years, it's wild my guy

RP PET PEEVES?: you can't trick me into me saying an opinion on the 'lack of reading comprehension site' lmao. real talk, my brother in christ can we all just read sentences. like MY mutuals are cool but then i see something in like rp tags or in my peripheral about some bullshit where it 100% is just hey maybe...take one...second to consider....this is not a personal attack or maybe it's literally not worth your time. it's ok it has happened to me too. take a breath. none of this is real. we're all ding dongs trying to write some characters on the interwebs my guy.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: in order of operations; smut , fluff, then angst...i love sweet things and smut is fun for development n shit and then...after all the sweet....hit em with a hammer

PLOTS OR MEMES?: MEMES! I can do plotting but i'm like?? a vague plotter...i like winging it tbh bc uhhhh in life there's no plotting u just roll with the shit that hits u...send me a meme and i will put ur muse in a situation, that's IT

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: gonna cop out and say medium! one sentence is hard 4 me bc i don't shut up but too long and i'm like AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA bc i forget all the words I've known in my life

TIME TO WRITE?: i am writing while i work lmaooo...9 to 6 babey after that i remove my brain and i can only message silly things to friends

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: i do add like?? one part of me to each of them, but like...if I had to say I am most like Freida and Lázaro...like Freida has my neurotic perfectionism and planning skills but Lázaro has my like it is what it is mentality and love of Hawaiian shirts and those two battle it out every damn day . but tbh ask me what i put in a specific oc, they all get a lil pinch of Dex spice

TAGGED BY: @hellfollowed // thankies~! TAGGING: @allevils, @rennisaturate, @resignedworkaholics, @ofwealthandtaste, @vitalphenomena, and anyone else who wants to do this~!

[chernobl-asks]

WELCOME TO CONTAINMENT.

the owner of this blog is @uriayx. I use they/xey, thankies <3

This is!!! My oc ask blog!!!! To contain my sillies!!! If i feel like it, and if asks permit, I might add overarching lore. Kinda like a TMCblr type thing, you know?

All ages of my characters are stated in their mini bios under the cut. PLEASE DO NOT ASK NSFW ASKS TO UNDERAGE CHARACTERS. i will Fucking Find You.

However, for those OVER EIGHTEEN, you can ask NSFW asks to. Just know I have the right to say no to your ask.

Under the cut are all the mini bios for this blog! I will not be drawing every single ask, and if not, they will be identified by an emoji. I might sprinkle in some if I feel like it. Thank you for visiting and asking!! More will DEFINITELY be added when I get more motivation, I prommy

Aure☢️ - 19, they/it A radioactive succubus that tends to cause problems.

Mazoku Yukina👿- 18, he/him A mentally unstable young man with 10 different spirits possessing him. Spirits are Loathing(🐺), Doubt(🦴), Stress(📏), Anxiety(✒️), Hope(🚘), Lust(🩻), Love(💔), Vendetta(⚒️), Depression(👁️), and Briar(🌳).

Katherine "Catty" Vella 🐱- 21, She/it A pancake shop employee with an affinity for finding monsters. Currently in debt to the mafia.

Penelope "Pup" Lockhart🐕 - 22, She/Her Catty's best friend, and partner in crime.

"Snake"🐍 - 25, He/Him A man who lost his memories before turning 10 years old.

Sully "Songbird" Benson🕊️ - 20, He/Him A transman who misses when he wasn't a part of a mafia.

Gabriel Daniels✝️ - 25, He/Him A Christian priest who swears on his mother that he hasn't fallen for a demon.

"Amon" 👺- Unidentified, He/They The demon Gabriel fell in love with.

Sonia Woodburrow🍃- 16, It/Her A secret Magical Girl with chronic pain and no remaining preservation for it's body or mind, Magical Girl or not. Wind type.

Veron Abara🌊- 17, They/Them One of Sonia's Magical Girl friends. The only one with any preservation left. Water type.

Ember Feng🔥- 15, Any/All The other Magical Girl friend of Sonia's. Physically can't feel pain, and uses that to be reckless. Fire type.

Fairouz Boucher👗- 17, She/Her Sonia's dubiously queer "friend." An aspiring designer.

[kitty-agere-fics]

hi!! could i request cg!sana an little reader? :3 sometjing with reader wanting a plush of a certain character after watching a movie and getting sad without it but sana orders them one !!

Hope you like it Anon!

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(CG!Sana, Little!Reader)

You and Sana were walking around the store when your attention was drawn to a display of Squishmallows. They were so big, and there were so many characters! Your attention was especially drawn to a Stitch one. Sana noticed the way you were staring and smiled.

"Do you want me to get that one for you Sweetheart?"

You bite your lip and shake your head. While you would love to have it, you always felt guilty asking for stuff. Even if it was from your caregiver.

"Are you sure?" Sana asked you gently, "It's not a big deal."

"I sure," you say softly. As the two of you walk away, Sana made a mental note of the Squishmallow that you'd been staring at. She'd come up with a reason to get it for you soon. Your birthday, good behavior, a random gift…she'd think of something. She knew that you wanted it, but also knew that you didn't like asking her to get you stuff. So, no matter how much you denied wanting it, she wouldn't push you, but she'd figure out a way to get it for you.

Several days passed, and an opportunity arose. A few days ago, you had completed your chart for brushing your teeth everyday. Sana had promised a reward, and said that it would be a surprise this time.

You were watching cartoons when Sana came and sat on the couch next to you. "Hey, Sweetheart," she smiles, "I got your reward for you. Do you want to come see what I got you?"

You gasp, excited for your reward, "Yes, please, Mama," you squeal.

Sana leads you down the hall to your bedroom and opens the door. Sitting on your bed was the Squishmallow that you'd seen at the store! You look at Sana, then back at the toy, "Mama, for me?" Your voice is soft and hesitant, unsure if this is really your reward.

"Yeah, Sweetheart, Mama got it for you," Sana gently nudges you to go over to the bed.

You run over to the bed, immediately running your fingers along the soft fabric. "Thankie, Mama!"

Sana sits on the edge of the bed, trying not to laugh. You could be so cute sometimes. "I thought you didn't want it," she teases you. In response, you stick your toungue out playfully teasing back. Sana wraps your arms aroudn you and hugs you tightly. "Good job, Sweetheart. Mama's so proud of you. I love you,"

"Loves too Mama!"

[justsurvival]

SHIPPING INFO — answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog.

What’s your OTP for your Muse(s)?

multimuse that mainly writes ocs i will ship w anyone n everyone dont ask me to choose my favorite there isn't one (i lie . my favorite is Us. )

What are you willing to RP when it comes to shipping?

all ship dynamics are equally valued here ! yes that includes antagonistic, platonic, etc. i am an angst enjoyer first and foremost and can't lie but i love u hurt / no comfort. fluff is. meh to me? unless it's a brief respite between the horrors. i may write smut i may not. i enjoy talking about it if it comes up, but i defer to my partner's preferences. i love you dynamics between exes i love you older characters i love you mutual obsession and unhealthy / toxic dynamics (**not abusive) i love you mentor/mentee dynamics i love you thinking that everything is going to be fine and it only getting worse i love you becoming something worse than lovers

How large does the age gap have to be to make it uncomfortable?

involving a character under 25, i stick to 5 years. older than 25, i'd like for them to have not known eachother from before the younger was 25. frontal lobe development <3 ummm immortals are. waves hand. more nuanced. im straight up stealing from cupid now sorry smooches

Are you selective when shipping?

eeeeeeeeh ? if you're here on this blog and we are mutuals i will ship with you? like that's as selective as i get. i have some characters that are more ship-selective because they're very hard to ship with, i have too many similar dynamics with them, or some other thing. i generally prefer a good mix of chem + plot to ship. also if ur obviously face chasing... i dont care ? but like. please care about my character and their personality / backstory. thankies.

How far do steamy moments have to go before they’re considered USFW?

i'll be real with you i can't remember the last time i actively wrote something usfw on the dash. i'll dm you if i feel its heading that direction.

Who are other muses you ship your muse with?

is this a safe space to say i do think some of my muses would be fun (terrible) with eachother.

Does one have to ask to ship with you?

yessssnoooo? easiest way is to send a hey lets ship message or waowow im feeling smth between them are u message. i will likely agree with u. also open to being sent shippy inbox prompts if we don't have a ship on the contingency that you still need to explicitly tell me you're interested in shipping. i am autistic i have a hard time picking up things especially through the internet so i appreciate having a clearcut 'i would like ships' message because i generally will otherwise default to a platonic relationship. (this doesn't include those who i have many, many ships with)

How often do you like to ship?

23/6

Are you multiship?

my public characters are multiship, yes, but if we have a dynamic between our characters that is impactful enough to my character's development, i'll go single ship on that. any muses i make specifically for a ship / are listed as private are single ship <3

Are you ship obsessed or ship more-or-less?

obsessed but i always always include non-romantic dynamics in this.

What is your favorite ship in your current fandom?

stares at you with my big brown eyes. i write mostly ocs in original lore.

Finally, how does one ship with you?

please just ask its the easiest way for me otherwise we are gonna dance around it for eternity. holds ur hand. just message me.

[xx-scene-queen-fangz-xx]

To the love, I left my conscience pressed between the pages of the Bible in the draw 

AN: I finally gained confidence to post this!!! Warning this is self insert scene kid trash the is only slightly better to my imortal. Thankies to @m1k3yr3v3ng3 for da support and lastly happy birthday Pete Wentz I love you so much (ps: if ur a swiftie who only knows Fall Out Boy from electric touch or a prep: DONT FUCKING FLAME)

Warnings: Self insert (that’s it, real ass name and all)

It was that last show of the tour and god was it amazing. I stood backstage watching as I watched my Boyfriend and his band rock out on stage.  I waved to Pete and blew him a kiss as he was playing the bass, he blew a kiss back and mouthed “I love you princess” causing hot pink blush to paint my face. 

“I would like to dedicate this song to my amazing girlfriend Ri and I actually wrote this about her” The crowd cheered at his words and I was extreamly curious on what song it was knowing that like 25% of the songs Pete wrote are about me. 

“I comb the crowd and pick you out, my mouth moves too fast for you to figure it out, it starts eyes closed then fingers crossed to I sware I say”  Patrick sang into the mic and I started blushed harder as Pete looked at me with love. It was XO! You know how every couple has a song, XO was our song. It was practically our love story as a song meaning that is like my favorite song ever. It even included how we met. I remembered that night like it was yesterday.

It was a warm and rainy Chicago night back in 2003, the night before I would graduate high school. me and my friends went into some bar for a concert, we had no idea who the band was, the poster just said it was a “surprise show” whatever that ment. I had on a hot pink skull tank top, black Tripp pants with hot pink accents, a beat up pair of black convers, and hot pink arm warmer with my bangs swept to the side. We where there a little early and with the black X on my right hand I was limited on what I could do so I just downed a few Sherly Temples and talked with my friends about what ever teenage girls talked about in 2003. 

The band finally came out, their name was Fall Out Boy and the first thing I could notice about them was how fucking hot their bass player was. The band was also fucking amazing but I could not keep my eyes off the bass player: Pete Wentz. He seemed a few years older than me and had on a bright red t-shirt which also had a skull, baggy black jeans, checkered vans, and his hair was a mix of spiked and shaggy. My heart was beating faster than usual and I felt hot which could have been from the crowed bar but also could have come from the fact there was a hot guy right in-front of me. 

As I left the bar I had 3 things on my mind: That fact that this was my last big high school adventure, all of the lyrics to the songs, and that I would most likely never see Pete agian. That was until I noticed my phone was missing, just as I turned around I saw Pete with my hot pink razr in his hands walking up to me. 

“Hey…. By any chance is this yours?” He asked as I blushed at the fact he was talking to a dork like me. “Oh ya… It is thanks, you guys were like fucking amazing out there tonight.” I replied. He chuckled at my complement “No way we found our first fangirl, well it was nice meeting you” 

“Wait… mind if we like talk” I asked him and shockingly, he agreed. He was really nice and we got along really well but after an hour I knew I needed to go. It was pouring rain out and I don’t know what got ahold of me but I decided I needed to confess my feelings. “Pete, I think I’m in love with you” I stated calmly, he looked at me for a second and then kissed me with all the passion in the world. “I think I love you too Ri” he replied as he put his forehead on mine. I ended up getting his phone number and we ended up going on a date two days later, we have been madly in love ever since.

As the final words were sung and and chords were played I saw Pete look at me then go up to the mic. “Anyways before we play the last song I would like to invite Ri onto the stage, you can come out baby there is nothing to fear” I giggled and walked out on stage, running into my boyfriends arms for a hug. I did not care about all the fangirls annoyed sighs or even the cheering of the crowd, it was only me and Pete who truly mattered in that moment. 

“You look so adorable baby you know that right” Pete whispered into my ear and then  peppered kisses all over my face. “I know handsome, you tell me that all the time” I giggle and kiss him on the lips softly. Over a few second the kiss turned into a sloppy make out as our tounges started to explore each others mouths as he pulls me close to his chest with his arms around my shoulders. 

“Get a room you two” We overhear Patrick over the crowds cheering. He was teasing us as if we were teenagers getting caught kissing behind the bleachers which causes the kiss to brake off. “Go fuck yourself Patrick” I scoffed and stuck out you tounge which caused to crowd to go fucking insane. 

“There is an extremely important I need to ask you after 5 years of us being together…. The time is right” I waited on baited breath as I saw my boyfriend get down on one knee and pull out a small black box and opened it up to see a Hot Pink diamond on and black ring band. “No way he is actully going do what I think he is going to do” I think to myself practically hearing my own thoughts as everyone goes quiet

“Will you marry me” He asked 

I look at him as of he hung the moon as my eyes started to water. It felt so unreal, like a scene from one of those crappy teen dramas where the main couple consisting of two 16 year olds get eloped. The quietness made me worry that I would mess up but I knew my answer like the back of my god damn hand.

“Duh, of course I want to marry you Pete” I hugged him tightly as soon as he got up.  He placed the ring on my right hand and kissed my hand softly causing me to laugh softly. Our eyes interlocked together and soon our lips connected like two pieces of a puzzle. 

The kiss was as sweet as honey but as addictive as death. His mouth pressed delicetly agenst mine caused shockwaves of love to be sent down my body. He ran his hand through my short dirty blond scene hair while his other curessed my cheek. I never wanted this kiss to end, I felt like i was in haven and Pete’s lips were the gates. He looked at me with love in his eyes as I softly thanked him “anything for you my clandestine queen” he replied as he swept me of my feet and spun me around. 

I knew I had to go but I was scilently begging to stay for the last song. I walked off stage as the band started playing Saturday, blowing a kiss to my now fiancée causing the crowd to cheer the loudest I ever heard.

I waited backstage for the show to end, still shocked from the engagement. How do I tell my friends and family cause they would have probably found out by now due to a low quality photo. The notifications on my MySpace must be crazy, but agian I’m a famous MySpace scene queen so they’re always crazy but now with my engagement I might brake the damn site. 

As soon as the show ended I ran into Pete’s arms, reuniting with my lover after what felt like forever but was only 5 minutes. “I think congrats are in order for Mr and Mrs Wentz” said Patrick as he walked passed the two of us in the middle of a warm embrace. “Now that I think about, your name sounds so cute with my last name.” Pete whispered in my ear causing me to smile softly as he whispered more sweet nothings. 

The next hour was filled with congratulations, phone calls from family and friends, and the whole band (minus Andy) taking shots to celebrate the tour. As the clock struck midnight, it was only Me and Pete due to the rest of the band going to the hotel earlier, we walked the streets of the city as the rain got more heavier. In the span of five minutes the rain went from a light drizzle to the heaviest downpour I have ever seen but the full moon was still viable. Our hands were interlocked as the rain rushed down soaking us, but we did not care. 

“Ri” Pete’s voice broke thought the atmosphere.  I looked at him a softly smile “what is it” I giggled softly. “Have I ever told you how much I fucking love you” I blush at Pete’s words and rolled my eyes. “You tell me that all the time babe, it’s the reason why your marrying me” I snap back playfully 

“Speaking of marriage…. What if we get married tonight, no one needs to know, we can deal is the public later.” Pete stated causing my breath to hitch as the rain got heavier. We could not get married tonight, he only proposed four hours ago and we have nothing planned or a single clue on what we are doing. I do like the idea of an elopement, considering we’re a “It couple” in some way I would be nice to get privcy from the world for once. Plus I really do wanna get married soon, who can blame me! 

“Maybe in a few days when we get back to Chicago. We can sneak off in the middle of the night to some like fancy park building, Patrick can officiate, we sign the papers and then I’m officially Mrs Wentz.” I  reply as I grasp my fiancée’s hand tighter and look into his hazel eyes. “That works” he said leaning in to kiss me. 

Everything about it was perfect: the pouring rain, the full moon, but most importantly the feeling of his lips on mine. It was gentle yet rough at the same time, his lips softly touched mine but his tounge exploded my mouth like he was going to die. It was sweet like candy but spicy like fire. When the kiss broke I felt like a heroin addict going through withdraw, begging for more. 

We stood in scilance for a minute or two just basking in each others love until Pete spoke up “I love you Ri”

“I love you too, Pete”

[thewandererh]

when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE (out of ten)

:0!!! im honored 😭💛 and this came at a perfect time because i am not doing good rn (my school is starting tomorrow chat) but!! this will help make me feel better :]. thankie sm i promise to properly wake up after this. i swear i would’ve found something happy to focus on anyways, but this was delightful and definitely & unexpectedly fit that bill. im so grateful💛💛

OH LMAO I WROTE DOWN 10 INITIALLY I MISREAD IT but im doing ten anyways 💥💥 bonus >:3

✨10 things i’m proud of about myself:✨

my self control and my decision to not escalate a situation with anger

how i recognize how external stimuluses make me feel

my healthy coping habits, and my strive to build myself up more

my recent study and approach to breaking perfectionism (sketchy colored drawings)

my goals being realistic and achievable (summer ones are done babyyyy🎉🥳)

my art style + my mental evolution and development

being persistent and strong

CHOOSING to have good experiences

becoming more responsible of myself and my chores

being consistent with a gratitude journal the whole summer, and how it’s effected my life :]

thanks you SO MUCH for this 😭💛💛. i have autism so this got really introspective lol /lh, but this really did make me feel better :]. I WILL uhm send this question to other people but later. it will be today though (i hope).

cheers to enjoying my last day of summer!!!!!!🔆✨

have a summer emoji combo because i did them earlier in summer but haven’t done one in a while

🍉🌴🩴🐚🔆

[eye-of-yelough]

1,2,15 for gortash for the enemies ask game because I remember u talking abt the batshit manipulation gortash does to break aeryn and

YAYYY THANKIE!!! this got super trooper long so

Starting simple, how did they first meet?

answering 👆these two 👇 in one below

What was the inciting incident for their relationship as enemies? Who was the primary instigator, if there was one?

ough it’s a whole thing and i have to go way back into aeryn’s backstory for it unfortunately, because i’ve been re-hashing it a lot lately. making aeryn even more of a “gods specialest sacrificial lamb” protagonist than before.

basically. Aeryn’s great old one warlock patron is all-foreseeing. the warlock who bought and sold gortash from his parent to raphael? it’s servant. this one choice sets in motion events that, if not stopped, will result in the golden reign of gortash. the end of life as we know it. great old one can’t have that. the same warlock, Zhander, is ordered to take Bhaal’s newest little divine deathspawn in after he kills his foster family 10 years later, and basically just fuckin. throws him in a portal when he turns 18, that takes him to a specific pocket of the far realms where this godlike entity can commune with him without driving him mad. that’s Aeryn. and it’s when he first comes to learn about “The Iron Fist”, and that he, “The Mercy Dagger”, will become his kryptonite. in time. the weird part is that 4 years pass while Aeryn is in the far realms making his eldritch deal. to aeryn it just feels like a couple of hours. something something “incredibly powerful and incomprehensible entity dumbing itself down so you can understand it in an alternate dimension and it takes 4 years”

what does this have to do with anything? Aeryn is spat back out right in the spot of the portal 4 years ago. a house long abandoned by Zhander the warlock. now a shop, owned by none other than one of Gortash’s banite lackeys. who sees the whole thing. and snitches to his overlord. :3 technically another 3 years pass until they meet officially, but make no mistake, Gortash is spending that entire time Watching. they have a “chance” encounter at a party, gortash invites him over to make a deal, gortash insults him, aeryn storms out and ignores him for another 6 months. gortash obviously finds this completely unacceptable, and decides drastic action is required to get his attention. so he finds Zhander and gets his own little bit of revenge at the same time. he loves a bargain. kidnaps and breaks his brain completely. corners aeryn in an alley one night, dragging a drooling Zhander (the man who raised Aeryn) by a leash, and forces aeryn to watch as Zhander mindlessly licks the underside of his boot, and hands him the end of leash. do what you want with him. get your revenge. i will treat you so much better than he did. and this begins a series of events that can only end in murder suicide :3

How does their conflict shape who they are, as people?

in theory, it’s the classic ‘cold (gort) meets warm (aeryn) and they bleed into each other until they meet in the middle’ thing. in practice aeryn is like malleable clay in gortash’s unfeeling hands. the person aeryn would be without gortash’s influence, and without being raised by zhander specifically to be able to survive this ordeal, is. unthinkable. he is completely and utterly bent and remade. and gortash? just has some residue under his fingernails that won’t go away.

so yeah. aeryn very blatantly copies gortash as well. wether from his own free will, perhaps a morbid desire to understand him, or be able to able to move through the world as he does, or because gortash props himself up on aeryn pedestal and doesn’t let aeryn look away, is debatable. it’s kinda both at the same time. he learns to lie, to manipulate, to see the appeal of the Ultimate State. (brainwashing) he starts cutting his hair like gortash.

as for changes gortash forces upon aeryn. too many to count them all, but the main ones: memory loss, a concerning lack of fortitude that makes him ridiculously susceptible to mental/psionic torture, manipulation, and brainwashing. a sincere lack of trust in, and outright hatred for, his own brains faculties, trusting others over himself. severe migraines just from thinking too hard. all of this manifests in his intelligence stat going from like. 15 when they first meet, to 6 in the events of the game itself.

non intelligence related stuff: his hypersexuality and extreme masochism are gifts from gort. most of his more fucked up kinks. not from them having sex, just gortash torturing him and aeryn enjoying it way too much. it probably started as a defence mechanism.

now for gortash. like i said, he doesn’t change much at all. his cruelty becomes less about correcting mistakes (unfeeling) and more about sadism (passionate) yes he becomes a SMIDGE more emotional, but he never develops anything even close to empathy, love, humility, etc. it’s just a more passionate form of megalomania. so yeah. he gets Worse™️