#hopefully they're easy enough to follow along with!

[allylikethecat]

ok queen i actually have some important questions so i can better picture all your matty and georgei (iykyk)

ykwtc is st and ducklings is abiior era right?

but how do they look in oaf and the equestrian fic?

Hello! Thank you very much for this VERY important question lol I have decided to be extra and include my own visual reference photos. (I am obsessed with the curls though so the curls will always be present lol) They are all taken from pinterest / google and credit goes to their owners.

You are correct, You Know Where the City Is, is part of the self titled era, which then bleeds into the start of the I Like It When You Sleep era (because of Fictional!Matty's PR relationship, the time line is moved up to capitalize on the current media attention and popularity that is occurring in my little fictional world!)

In my mind, Make Way for Ducklings takes place in this weird space somewhere between I Like It When You Sleep and A Brief Inquiry. In my little universe, Fictional!Matty's trip to rehab delayed a second leg of a US tour, and also them finishing their next album, so it's a weird little fictional in between era.

On a Friday actually takes place in the FUTURE in a post Being Funny Era where they are working on their sixth studio album. I love George's bleached buzz cut and I also love Matty's curls so both of those things are going to be present lol

FINALLY in my lovely Equestrian AU All the King's Horses I imaged them to be in their mid to late twenties. However, bleach blonde buzz cut George is my favorite, and curly center part Matty is one of my favorites so we are combining those looks!

And BONUS here is Vampire!Fictional!Matty and Vampire!Fictional George 😂

Thank you so much for sending in this ask! I had way too much fun compiling pictures for this one, I have such a clear image of what they look like in my head while I'm writing, it was fun to find pictures that matched that and share it! Thank you so much for reading and the continued support! I hope you are having the very best week!

❤️Ally

[starryeyedjanai]

bad boys do it better

rated: teen | @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: modern au tags: dating apps, innuendo, bad flirting read on ao3

✿

Eddie finally opens Tinder after downloading it in a fit of desperation.

He's tried everything but these stupid apps—bars and clubs and pottery classes and rock climbing—trying to find someone he can connect with.

But he's mostly found guys that string him along with whispered sweet nothings and half-promises they don't intend to follow through on.

So he makes his profile and then promptly fumbles and drops his phone because— no fucking way.

There's no way this is real life.

There's no fucking way the first guy to pop up is Steve fucking Harrington, his unfortunate and longest lasting crush in high school.

He picks up his phone and sees Steve's face staring back at him, unassuming, a bright, cheery smile on his face.

Steve, 28 2 miles away "Hope you like bad boys because I have it on dvd and vhs" Interests: baseball, basketball, live music, movies

He taps to get to the next photo and lets out a shaky breath—the shorts of what can only be his Halloween costume are so short, exposing hairy thighs that Eddie wants to sink his teeth into.

The next photo is a snapchat picture of him grinning wide, cradling what might be the world's ugliest dog, the text across the screen reading my nephew is so handsome 🤩🤩🤩.

The last is an obligatory shirtless mirror pic, not showing off washboard abs, but the soft, toned skin of his stomach.

He closes the app, sets his phone down, and breathes through his nose.

This can't be real, right? In what world would Steve be the first person in a sea of profiles in San Francisco of all places?

Eddie expected him to chase after Nancy Wheeler when she went to Boston, but he didn't stick around long enough in Hawkins to find out if they ever rekindled their will-they-won't-they relationship.

Maybe he's just visiting. Maybe he found his match and just forgot to delete Tinder. Because there's just no way Eddie has this kind of luck.

He opens up Instagram and searches for Steve and finds him right away because they're probably still Facebook friends.

He scrolls through his profile and deflates a little, because all of the pictures on Tinder are from his Instagram. Which means it's probably much more likely that someone is catfishing using Steve's pictures.

Because the Steve from high school wasn't into men. And he's hot enough for someone to use his pictures to scam people or whatever.

He opens up Tinder again and his thumb is swiping right before he thinks about what he's doing.

It's a match!

Okay, now he knows it's a catfish. Or maybe it's a bot.

There's no world in which Steve Harrington would swipe right on him in the twenty minutes it's been since he created his account.

He types a message to "Steve" saying so are you a bot or just a catfish?

He doesn't get a response right away, so he clicks out of the messages, looking at profiles of what are hopefully actual people he can connect with.

His phone buzzes when the message from Steve comes in.

Hi3 Eddiems, cl!ck th3 linkin my proffile to . achat I am waitin9

He rolls his eyes and goes back to perusing profiles. It's not like he thought it was really Ste-

His phone pings with another message and he clicks back into the chat immediately.

That was a joke. There's not even a link in my profile

Eddie's heart beats a little faster, his fingers typing out a response.

So a catfish then?

Why do you think I'm a catfish?????

Because I know the guy in those pictures and there's no way hes into men. That guy was a jock extraordinaire in high school and very straight

You're awfully judgey for someone who was so anti-conformity in high school. Whos to say I haven't changed?

Or like, learned new things about myself?

Eddie's breath stutters in his throat.

Also you didn't really know me since we never talked.

Okay, I mean. It's pretty easy to guess that I was counterculture in high school by looking at me. So I'm still on the fence about the catfish thing

How about we meet up then? So you can see me in all my nearing-30 glory

And watch bad boys on dvd and vhs with you?

Dude, I am not inviting you to my house on the first date

That's a third date kind of thing

Oh yeah? Is it a back-to-back feature? We start with the vhs then move to dvd?

He can't believe he's entertaining this. A catfish wouldn't offer to meet up unless they thought Eddie wouldn't call their bluff. He kind of wants to see where this is going.

No see, we start with the dvd playing in the living room and then when we inevitably start being bad boys🥵 in the middle of the movie, we can pick it back up on vhs in my room later

To be clear, we stop the movie, right? I'm not sure bad boys has a soundtrack meant for the kind of activities we'd be doing

Oh for sure. I'd even put on my "let's get it on" playlist. As a treat.

Eddie can't help but grin. Even if this guy is a catfish, this is maybe the most fun he's had talking to someone in a long time.

Are you serious about meeting up?

Uh yeah, I can't have you thinking I'm a catfish forever

What's your favorite brewery?

Cellarmaker

Wanna do tomorrow afternoon at like 2 when it's not busy?

That sounds perfect

He isn't sure if it's really Steve or if he's going to be met with someone else or stood up, but at least he'll get to drown his sorrows if it doesn't work out.

Well—he's unsure until he gets the 'stharrington started following you' notification on Instagram a few minutes later.

He screams into his pillow so loud his neighbor thumps on the wall.

[authorhjk1]

Does this light blue-ish outfit on Yuna considered as dress? If yes, hopefully you can make something based on this, sorry for the back to back asks too author😅. Keep up the great work and take care👋

Sky Blue

(Shin Yuna X Male Reader)

Yuna is easy. In more ways than one. But one of them is definitely the one you thought of first. She is fun, easygoing, a sunshine. But whenever you even look at her the wrong way, Yuna is already on her knees, her mouth wide open.

You're not her her husband, or boyfriend, or even friend for that matter. And you doubt that Yuna sees anything in you. Well, except for your ability to make her scream.

That's why she is now standing in front of your apartment, wearing some sort of blue dress and white over knee boots. You don't know if she just finished performing or not. Itzy isn't your favorite girl group. And you don't follow Yuna. But you still see almost just as many stage outfits of hers than her fans.

"Are you going to let me stand here all night?"

Yuna can sometimes, on rare occasions, turn a little bratty. When she is needy and she can't get off immediately is one of them.

"Get in. You know where it is."

Yuna quickly steps inside and you close the door.

Five minutes later, Yuna is on your bed on all fours. She arches her back like she always does, slightly elevating her ass. She probably had safety shorts on during her performance, but they're already gone. Her skirt barely covers her ass.

Your cock is still wet from the blowjob she just gave you, but it won't be enough for what the two of you have in mind. The small bottle is almost empty, even before you start pouring the clear liquid onto your cock.

You kneel behind Yuna and push her skirt up. Her beautiful ass is right in front of you. You caress her cheeks, before letting some of the cold liquid drop between them. You catch it with your finger, right at her rear entrance. It slips inside, making Yuna let out a deep moan. Soon, a second finger joins. You finger her ass, making Yuna whine.

"Please, I need it. Please."

Yuna begs for you to fuck her. You align yourself with her entrance and push past the ring of muscles. You both groan in union as you both feel something different, but still the same. Pleasure washes through both of your bodies as you start to fuck Yuna's ass.

It has become much easier, compared to the first time. While her tight grip has stayed the same, her ability to let loose makes it so much better.

You take a fistful of her red hair, making her raise her head, which was hanging between her shoulders just moments ago.

"Please. Be as rough me with me as you want. I need it."

Yuna whines more the harder you fuck her. She can't get enough of your cock inside her ass. How she feels so full. How you stretch out her hole. How your length glides along her inner walls.

As you keep thrusting into her, the lube makes it easier to slide in and out. It was just a liquid at first, but you probably poured too much. Some of it is now sticking to Yuna's delicious cheeks and your hips. Whenever you move back, long silver strings connect the both of you. And when you push forward, it sounds wetter, her cheeks jiggling with every thrust.

"Fuck, Yuna. How are you still this tight?"

"It's just for you."

Yuna moans, her response leaving her mouth in small portions, interrupted by her lewd whines.

"I'm so tight only for your cock."

You start to lean over her and Yuna's upper body leans closer towards the bed. Eventually, her face is buried in your sheets. Her arms have moved to her side and you can see how her hands are holding onto her heels. Yuna's ass is at an even better angle than before.

Instead of thrusting forward, you're almost thrusting downward now. Her tight ass is just a hole for you to fuck. It feels like her whole body is made for sex. It's made to please you. And that's the only thing Yuna wants. She doesn't just get off by you fucking her ass. It's the fact that you use her ass like a cheap cumdump. That's what turns her on the most.

And you're about to fill her up again.

"Fuck, Yuna!"

Your hands have moved to her waist, but her moans are still muffled by your sheets. She can feel your cock throbbing inside of her. She can feel how you use all the power that's left inside of you, to ruin her ass. She can feel how your thrusts go deeper than before.

"Yes, breed my ass! Please!"

You climax, when Yuna begs you to cum inside. Your cum quickly fills up her asshole. It's warmth spreads through her body. Since she is in a downward position, she can feel how your seed flows deeper into her body.

"Stay like this."

After collecting yourself from this intense orgasm, you slowly pull out of her. You watch how Yuna's asshole opens and closes and opens again. Her body longs for your cock, even after you just filled her with your cum.

As always, Yuna lifts one of her hands and covers her ass, making sure her body isn't pushing anything of your precious cum out of her. You reach for your nightstand and pull out a butt plug. You have so many of them, since Yuna comes by so often. She either already wears them, or the two of you play around a little on days where you have more time.

But every single session ends like this. You take out one of the glass ones. It has pink sparkles on it, which reflect the light of your lamp. You usually like to go for something with writing on it, but Yuna took the last one home two days ago.

You kneel behind her once more and start to push the glass object inside her ass. Expect for an initial whimper, Yuna takes the butt plug with practiced ease.

Now your cum is secured. Deep inside her ass.

[devildom-moss]

idk how to verbalise this idea properly so bear with me but: mc whose entire logic in life is 'fuck it we ball' including when it comes to romance, so they just completely go along with any attempts at flirting in a sort of "yes, and-" fashion

which probably only encourages said suitor and then mc has the Audacity to be surprised when it gets intense enough for them to realise they're actually being seduced lol

gn mc with just the brothers for now pls!! thank u for your services

Hopefully this request is what you were looking for. Honestly, I had a bit of confusion while writing, but I tried. I went with headcanons because that seemed like the best fit. Thanks for the request.

gn!MC who casually flirts back with the demon brothers headcanons

(and then has the audacity to be surprised that they're being genuinely pursued)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +2700

Lucifer

Lucifer is an awful flirt, trying so hard to fluster MC and convince them of his dominance. (Where’s it at though? I don’t see it.) His flirting is so suggestive that it’s actually pretty easy to just assume it’s a bit of playful teasing between friends.

For MC, it plays out like those posts that say something and then escalate immediately – something like “Kiss your homies goodnight. Kiss them with tongue. Eat their ass.”

Having an MC who flirts back with him can be a bit embarrassing, and it gets Lucifer’s hopes up so much. (“Could you pour me another cup of coffee, MC?” “Third one this morning, Luci. Not sleeping well?” “I’m afraid not. Perhaps you should come over and help – but then again, we might not get much sleep if you do.” “Aw, Luci, do you want me to fuck you senseless to help you fall asleep?” “If you’re offering, who am I to refuse.”)

He’ll be frustrated that MC keeps flirting with him, but they never follow through.

Lucifer is so horny that it’s absurd. MC could be completely normal, and this man would be thirsting. (“I really don’t want to do this lesson. This chapter is so boring.” “Normally, I wouldn’t use positive reinforcement, but if you complete your work, I’ll reward you.” “What kind of reward?” “Come to my room tonight and find out.”)

Poor MC doesn’t realize they’re being seduced until Lucifer has dragged them into his bed.

“Sleep with me.” “I’m not really tired, Lucifer.” “Good. Then you’ll have plenty of energy to make out and maybe even fuck me – if you want.” His touch would be so intimate – rubbing their inner thigh or groping their ass. “IF I WHAT?!?”

Lucifer would turn pink up to his ears. Part of him thinks MC is just teasing him again, but he would quickly realize that they’re being genuine. He’d feel absolutely humiliated. Did they not want him at all? Did all of that flirting mean nothing?

Before he could die from the shame, Lucifer would manage to blurt out, “Do you want me or not?” He wants some honest commitment in return for his affection, and if MC won’t bring that, that’s unacceptable. Of course, there is some thrill in a chase, but in that moment, Lucifer won’t have it in him. It would be a battle to fight some other day.

If MC tells him no or gives a half-hearted response, he will ask them to leave his room with one hand covering his blushing face. He wouldn’t even be able to look at them as he closed the door – and he’d probably avoid them for a day or two. (Also, he might cry a little after the door is locked).

If MC insists that they do want him, he’ll be especially needy while also acting all sadistic – attempting to tease them to distract from his own embarrassment. This poor loser will require so many kisses to reinflate his ego.

Mammon

To be fair, Mammon would bring this upon himself. He loves to act like he’s uninterested – constantly interrupting his fawning and puppy-like following of MC to save himself from the absolute humiliation of being *gasp* honest about his feelings.

I can see Mammon regularly initiating flirting, but this man can’t follow through to save his own life (maybe to save the life of someone else, though). An MC who reciprocates his flirting would leave him a blushing, flustered mess. Most of the time, his embarrassment cuts the interaction short.

“Ya just can’t get enough of the Great Mammon, can ya?” “Of course not, you handsome devil~” “I- uh! Hmph! Damn right!” he’d say it, crossing his arms and avoiding eye contact while the blush rises in his cheeks. How is MC supposed to respond?

If they tease him further and flirt more, he’ll just yell and tell them to knock it off. If they just shrug it off and move on, Mammon will be too flustered to make another move on them that day. The flirtatious spark just kind of fizzles out like a defective firecracker.

It takes a lot of boldness on Mammon’s end to get MC to realize he’s being serious. And honestly, Mammon is so adorable, MC may have the opportunity to take the initiative and push things a little further first. (You want to tell me most MCs could just flirt with Mammon, reducing him to a blushing, aggressive mess, and go back to watching that movie or playing that video game upon Mammon’s belligerent demand, and not want to kiss his face? Okay, sure.)

But let’s ignore that thought and say MC follows Mammon’s flirting in the “yes, and” fashion. After Mammon continuously sabotages his own chances, eventually, he’s going to get so frustrated that he will smother his own shyness long enough to get what he wants.

He’ll get MC alone and string together some make-shift confession – a plea for more. “Ya know, if ya wanna kiss the Great Mammon or somethin’, I’m not gonna stop ya – like, I mean, I want a little more outta ya. So, don’t hold back just cause ya think I don’t want to or nothin’.” (translation: Please kiss me. I know I act like I don’t want you, but I really, really want you to kiss me. Please, please, please.)

His face will burn, and a blush will work its way up to his ears. It’ll be hard to deny the intensity of his feelings, and it will weigh down on MC – a truth previously held in a bag on their back, tethered to dozens of helium balloons that disguised its weight, and then suddenly found every string cut loose by Mammon’s admission. He really loved them. For his confession, all Mammon would get was a stunned but heartfelt “oh.”

He gets so upset and embarrassed that MC didn’t realize he was being serious before. He went on a rollercoaster of emotions; meanwhile, this whole time, they hadn’t even taken his advances in earnest. It’s practically offensive.

The only remedy for Mammon’s bruised dignity is for MC to immediately hold and kiss him until he’s temporarily satisfied. (“Ya owe me big time for not takin’ me seriously.”)

Leviathan

I mean, he kind of has to flirt before MC can flirt back – unless we’re going to count accidentally blurting out his innermost perverted desires as flirting. Sure, I suppose it’s basically flirting to tell someone “It’s sexy when you tell me what to do. I can’t stop imagining you doing that in other settings.”

He’s so bad at flirting that nothing will happen for a long time after he realizes he’s head over heels. Levi is fine spending the rest of his (or at least MC’s) life pining for them – or at least he believes that. But the longing and desire will start to creep in, and he’ll wonder how much he can ask from MC. Friends can hold hands and maybe even cuddle, right? Maybe even kiss? Could they even –?

The thoughts eat away at him until he can’t wait for MC to make the move anymore. It slips out of him like some mating request written by Dr. Suess: “Would you –? Could you –? With an otaku? A gross, disgusting one, too?”

Levi is so visibly flustered that he doesn’t leave much room for ignorance. Even the most extreme masochist wouldn’t subject themselves to the furiously blushing, trembling state that Leviathan had worked himself into. He’d be on the brink of tears. All his hope in the world would be precariously perched on a ledge, awaiting your response.

I can’t see MC not knowing that Levi was attempting to seduce them, but perhaps the timing of it came as a surprise. Or perhaps they had never taken his affection seriously. He has so many favorites that he can’t pursue; just because he has a massive crush on MC doesn’t mean he had plans to act on it.

He will get even more embarrassed and down on himself to know that MC didn’t take him seriously at first. He understands, but that doesn’t make it any less hurtful.

He will require physical reassurance – as much of it as MC is willing to give him. And honestly, if MC doesn’t end up kissing him until he forgets how to think after his confession, he’ll probably hide in his room for a few weeks purely out of shame.

Satan

With an MC like this, the back-and-forth flirting goes on for an inordinate amount of time. Satan is not a flirt by any definition, but when there’s someone he likes, he knows how to turn on the charm. He’s smart, passionate, and mentally quick on his feet; he’s a natural charmer for the right audience.

Satan moves pretty slow when romance is concerned. If Levi wasn’t such a hopeless cause (affectionately), Satan would probably be the slowest to escalate a romantic relationship. He and MC will have a dozen dates under their belts before the desire for more had become an unbearable burden for Satan to silently ignore.

Eventually, Satan would find himself reading in his room with MC, unable to hold back anymore. He would ask, “Would you mind if I kissed you?” “No, I don’t mind if you want to.” “Could I kiss you now?” “Eh, sure.”

Everything up to that point could have been misread as platonic or some casual interest – maybe even curiosity on his end.

But he was serious, and it was evident in the way he approached MC to collect that kiss. He would straddle their hips, set their book aside (face down to mark the page like a real gentleman), and lean down for the kiss. Then, his lips would move against theirs, and the smallest sigh would escape him like a quiet release of sexual tension that had pressurized his entire body. Then, it would all click for MC.

Surprisingly, he wouldn’t be upset or humiliated if MC hadn’t taken him seriously before. In fact, he sees it as more of a personal failing, and in a low, seductive voice, he would tell them, “Allow me to prove how genuine and deep my feelings are for you.”

Asmodeus

He flirts with everyone, so how was MC supposed to know??

He asks them on dates so often. He’s probably the only one who could make out with MC and they’d still think, “yeah, we’re besties” because when Asmo pulls away with a giggle and a grin, telling them how much fun that was, it doesn’t feel serious.

It would take a moment of angst – either Asmo feeling like MC doesn’t take his advances seriously enough (and they don’t) or MC getting down on themselves – for them to realize.

Asmo would pull them into his room and leave small kisses all over them, peppering in compliments. “You’re so gorgeous, and I adore looking at your face.” Then, he would kiss their cheek. “You’re such a sweetheart.” Then, the other cheek. “I always have so much fun when I’m with you. I don’t ever want you to leave my side.” He would kiss their forehead. “I want you to feel confident; you’re such a wonderful soul.” (He would probably add more compliments if MC was feeling self-conscious.)

His words would get sweeter and more honest. “I feel seen in your eyes – like every part of me is accepted. I don’t have to play it up or try.” He would work his way down their neck with soft pecks to their skin. “I want to share everything beautiful in this world with you.” In part to avoid meeting their gaze. “I want to make you smile with everything I have.” And in part so he could whisper the words into their ear. “I want to help you whenever you need me. I’ll sit right next to you through any pain and hardships you encounter.” No one else had earned the right to hear his praise and affection. “I want to be a comfort for you – someone you can return to like a home.”

Finally, he would face them with a striking affection. “You know I’m in love with you, right? It’s not just lust and fun. You’re everything. You matter the most – after me, of course. It’s me and you and everything else.”

Asmo seduces everyone. That isn’t shocking. But this was more than seduction. It was genuine courtship. He won’t fault MC for being surprised. It caught him off guard too.

Beelzebub

Beel is not super flirty, but he makes it known that he cares through his actions. So, there aren’t many opportunities for MC to “yes, and” flirt back with him.

He asks them out to get food often and brings them snacks, but that doesn’t signal any romantic intentions. Sometimes he might stare at MC affectionately or admit how happy he is to spend time with them, but it’s nowhere near intense.

Sometimes, he asks for something more selfish. It starts small: petting his head, holding his hand, hugging him. None of those register as seduction from Beel for MC, especially compared to the affectionate nature of his twin. In fact, no one would fault MC for thinking these were platonic wants. After all, Beel has been through a lot. Sometimes this sweet, big baby boy just needs physical affection.

Then, he would get a bit bolder with his requests: “Could you feed me?” “Can I feed you?” “Would you hold me?”

As innocent and platonic as Beel may seem, he makes a lot of off-hand remarks that sound a bit perverted. “I bet MC’s lips would taste good.” “I wonder what you taste like.” “MC has nice hands. I bet they would feel good…” These comments could open the door for some flirting from MC, though. “Wanna taste me, Beel?” “Should I give you a massage? Or maybe something more?”

MC flirting with him would make his heart race. Even if MC didn’t follow through with their flirtatious offer, it would encourage Beel to keep pushing his luck.

Finally, he would ask, “Can I kiss you?”

Beel would look so shy and embarrassed, holding his hands awkwardly to his chest, that it would be hard not to take him seriously. The question – and his desire – would be a slight shock. Beel wouldn’t mind that MC was surprised, although he would be disappointed if he was turned down.

If MC takes him up on that offer, they will come to realize that his ravenous hunger showed itself through a kiss, too – as if he had been starving for MC’s touch and affection.

Belphegor

He’s so affectionate and cuddly. In that way, he’s similar to Asmo; it’s pretty hard to tell how serious and intense Belphie’s feelings are. He’s just kind of like that.

It’s common for Belphie to ask to be spoiled with affection – head pats, feeding him, hugging him, sleeping together, going out with him, praising him, holding his hand, being his pillow, etc.

His need for attention doesn’t cover up for how flushed his face gets when MC is the one to give him affection. His neediness doesn’t explain how much he clings to MC or how he blushes and tells them not to stop touching him.

So, actually, he’s less flirty than he is demanding of attention. Going along with his demands only encourages him to vocalize and act on more of his desires. He’d even ask permission to kiss them and to be kissed.

MC probably wouldn’t figure it out until Belphie starts sleepily trying to make out with them.

“Belphie, are you half-asleep?” “What? No. I’m awake. Why?” “That was a really heated kiss.” “Of course it was. Can we keep going?” “I’m sorry, what?”

“Don’t you like me back? We sleep together, go on dates, cuddle, and you even let me kiss your face and neck whenever I please. Don’t you want to go further?”

It hits them. Belphie can read the look of surprise on MC’s face, and it makes him pout. MC really should have known how he felt by then, but he’s confident that his affection is reciprocated before MC even responds.

“Sheesh. You’re really difficult, you know? I’ve had to do a lot of the work here because you’re so dense.” Belphie would straddle MC’s lap and take off his shirt. “I’ll let it go this time, but you better start putting in more effort from now on.”

A/N: Only about 1 hour left to vote in the poll. And we just got to 100 so y'all are getting 2 posts this month. Genuinely, I typed this a/n up, talking about only needing one more vote, checked it again, and the one vote is no longer needed. Good job, y'all. I swear if there are ties...

[gothichorrorshow]

Queer youth autonomy protest!

Are you a queer person in the USA under 25 years old who wants to fight for their rights? Join the protest!

The Basics

This protest is a nation wide protest happening at every state capital and in Washington DC. The date will be March 31st, but there's much to do before then.

The website is queeryouthassemble and the tumblr account is @queeryouthautonomy I am not the official spokesperson or anything like that I just joined the State March Committee and am very passionate :D

If you reblog this post please head over to the official blog and give them a follow and reblog their pinned post! I made it easy for you by tagging them

State Marches

To get information on the locations, times, etc of your local state marches be sure to check this map for changes. Alternatively here's a link to the state march masterpost by the official blog.

While DC and state capitals are the priority, other marches will be held in various places. So hopefully you can find one close to you that you can attend!

DC March

The DC march will be the biggest march and the focus. The goal is to get people from all fifty states to attend. The focus is queer youth, but anyone who cares about queer rights can attend.

If funds are available, hopefully queer youths' trips to DC will be covered for those who can't afford it.

The march path will be mobility aid accessible and the speeches will be accessible for HoH and vision impaired folks!

List Of Demands

The list of demands is now complete! Click here to sign, whether as an individual or for an org.

Committees

The committees are entirely led by queer youth. The committees help organize the protests. There's four committees,

General March Committee: Provides input and suggestions for the general march, helps create a list of demands.

Resources and Guides Committee: Creates resources for safe protests and walkouts, advertises the resources on social media.

Washington DC March Committee: Contacts orgs and politicians to contribute to the DC protest (the biggest protest)

State March Committee: Organizes protests in the state capitals, updates website with state marches information, advertising the state marches.

Here's a direct link to the committee info and sign up!

Walkouts

Along with the protests they're also looking to organize peaceful walkouts at schools nation wide for the goal of having schools become supportive of queer youth.

If you want to organize one at your school, I personally recommend working with your school GSA club (if you have one, if not maybe you'd want to work on organizing one!)

Alternatives to walkouts are available too, there's plenty other ways you can organize an event at your school if walkouts would be too difficult.

Here's a link to further information on alternatives to walkouts and walkout safety.

Donations

Donations are needed to fund the protests! If you've got some spare money and want to support queer youth, please consider donating here!

Organizations

While I doubt I have this kind of reach, especially on tumblr (maybe if enough people reblog idk), if any orgs see this and are interested in supporting the protests,

State orgs: If you'd like to help organize/support a march in your state capital (or other important places) there's a form for you to fill out here.

Nationwide orgs: Your platform is needed for advertising. To find some flyers or pamphlets to use, look here. (I used one for this post)

[mystarsohee]

looks like you

genre: fluff, just kinda silly

when you see the resemblance between sohee and monchhichi, you can't help but buy some monchhichis. (monchhichi are the little dolls in the photo above!)

!!! non-sexual use of daddy

cg!sohee gn!reader , anton appears for a bit too lol

you're currently spread out on the couch while watching some videos on your ipad, specifically videos of riize. accompanied by a few snacks and soft toys! when your daddy starts to talk to the camera, you turn your head to the toy nearest to you. its a small doll, monchhichi.

you look at it, then back at the video of sohee. wow. they look alike! you smile to yourself, and softly rub the head of the toy. exiting out of the video, you open google.

"monchhichi toy"

you giggle, it looks just like your daddy! you wonder if you should ask sohee to buy it for you, because you're not supposed to buy things without permission. and the last thing you want to do is make him upset. (you hate it when hes mad at you!) deciding to open your messages, you find the contact with a bunch of hearts at the end, along with a funny picture of your daddy. you resist texting sohees other members, out of boredom. remembering the task from before, you type out the sweetest message you can come up with, you immediately send it to him.

"hi daddy! 💗🫶💕 i want to buy this please!😎😎😜 💕💕 i loveeeee youuuuuu😘😘😚"

awaiting his response, you grin at the cute emojis! emojis are your favorite, because they're just so cute!! oh look, hes typing a response. hopefully he'll say yes!

"sure baby, show it to me when i get home okay? i'll come soon with snacks! 😊🍪 i love you 🫶"

he sends a selfie as well. you gasp. you're getting a new toy and snacks! you didn't even have to ask for them! your daddy is the best. you send a few more emojis and a selfie as well, signaling your understanding.

continuing to watch videos, you patiently wait for sohee to get home. you wonder what snacks he'll buy. obviously it'll be your favorites right? he knows your favorites anyways! hearing the sound of the door unlocking, you turn your head. "hi my baby! antonie left something so hes just going to grab it." sohee explained to you.

anton waved at you, "i'll be quick." you got up to give sohee a hug, but also to offer anton a highfive! you see anton the most out of sohees friends, so you also consider him your friend too! turning back to sohee after anton ran to grab whatever he left, "daddy! can i show you what i wanted to buy?" you asked. he nodded with a hum, and he followed you to the couch.

you opened your ipad, to a screen paused on a video of sohee. "you missed me huh? i missed you too love!" he said along with a kiss to your head. feeling yourself blush, you quickly opened up the website with monchhichi toys for sale. "this one!" you pointed at one that looked like your daddy. it was easy because all of them looked like him! he checked the price, even though he would've bought it no matter what. sohee always has a hard time denying your wants. "cute! it'll come in a few days okay?" you nodded at him, and heard anton opening a bag of chips. he clicked order, assuring it would be on its way.

————— ୨୧ —————

a couple days later, you get a notification that your package has arrived! you're in a good enough headspace where you feel safe opening the door really quickly and then locking it just as fast. doing just that, a small package is now in your hands. not wanting to risk using any sharp objects, you go to the living room and rip the box open. sohees in the bathroom, but you can't wait because you're pretty enthusiastic about monchhichi!

sohee comes out of the bathroom, and sees you with the biggest grin on your face. "oh your package came! lemme see it baby." he exclaims. he comes and sits by you, with an arm around your shoulders. you turn to him, and hold up the doll. you giggle a little bit, the smile never leaving your face. you grab the other monchhichi that you've already had beforehand. "theres three of you. take your hat off daddy!" hes confused, but obeys. taking of his hat, revealing messy brown hair. if it was even possible for you to smile wider, you did. sohee realized what was going on through that pretty mind of yours. as if a light bulb went off in his head, "ohh! thats why you wanted it. i get it now baby!" you felt so happy that moment. you were just so amazed how much it looked like sohee.

"yes.. looks like you.." you trailed off, zoning out because you were focused on how good he looked then. barefaced, fluffy hair, pretty moles that just make you want to capture him into a warm embrace and never let go. so you did just that. sohee wrapped his arms around you too, "you're right, looks like me."

for the next few months, sohee would occasionally come home with a new monchhichi toy, whether it was a little doll or figurine. or a package would show up at your door while he was away, and youd open it to a new monchhichi toy. you now have a large assortment of different kinds of monchhichis, whether the pose or outfit differed from the others.

authors note: i loved writing this so much omg 🥲 i have a few monchhichis of my own that look like sohee!!! theyre so cute i cant believe they look so much alike 😭😭🫶 i hope you enjoyed i know this was a bit longer than my last one also nb requested this but whatever.. feedback is appreciated always! 💕

[willalove75]

New Girl on the Pitch Ch. 2 Lunch with the Boss

Pairing: Rebecca Welton x f!reader

Summary: Your friend Keeley brings you in as the team's social media manager, Rebecca is impressed, in more ways than one.

Words:

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI

Tags: flirty, fluff, slow burn

Notes: Chapter 2

Your first week was anything but easy, the teams social media accounts were a mess. You spent half of your first week weeding through trolls, bots and angry fans. You've dealt with negativity and navigating hateful comments with other brands socials, but this was the worst you've ever seen. To make things worse, some journalist, Trent Crimm, was sniffing around on your second day asking you about the socials and how the team was dealing with the negativity. As far as you know, more than half of the team doesn't even follow Richmond's social media accounts, it wasn't a good look. You're hoping you were able to make yourself, and the team, look better by telling him your plan to come up with some campaigns to improve the teams social media presence which will, hopefully, ward off the hate comments.

When Trent was talking to you, you did notice Rebecca slow down as she walked past your office. Out of the corner of your eye you saw that she was looking at you with a smirk on her face, which made you even more nervous than you already were.

You were pretty positive at this point that she was checking you out, the few interactions you did have with her over the past week had a very subtle, flirty undertone to them. She was a mystery to you, even when she seemed to be flirting with you, she still seemed so, cold? You want to know what's under that tough, exterior but it seems impenetrable still.

"BOO!"

"OH MY GOD"

Keeley bursts into your office and scares the crap out of you as she laughs hysterical

"Holy shit dude you scared the shit out of me!!"

"Heheh good! Now come on we're going to lunch!"

She spins away as you grab your stuff and follow behind her. You walk towards the double doors and you see Rebecca standing there, looking at her phone. Damn, this woman was so good looking. Her tight dress hugs every curve on her body perfectly, her red bottomed heels accentuate her long, toned legs. Your eyes move along her body stopping at her ass. Man, does this woman have a great ass, and wide, round hips to go with it. It's crazy to you how well this dress shows off her perfect hourglass figure. You take note of her tiny waist, all you want to do is wrap your arms around it and rest your head on her full chest. The deep V neck of her shirt reveals just enough of her soft skin to make you want to drool, she has the best tits you've ever seen on a woman. She's still looking down at her phone, her long, slender fingers tapping away at the screen. You're envious of her sharp jawline, her softly curled hair tucked behind her ear that's decorated with a simple, pretty pair of dangling earrings. Her lips perfectly plump, they look so kissable. You look up to her eyes, a beautiful shade of green, they're staring down at the screen, unnoticing you and Keeley walking towards her.

"Rebecca!!" Keeley shouts as we walk closer. Her head quickly turns and your eyes meet hers, a small smile crosses her face, you smile back. Something about her seems different, like a little of her coldness melted away.

"I asked y/n to tag along with us!" Keeley says excitedly

"Very well then, shall we go?" Rebecca says happily. You're a little surprised at her tone, you expected her to sound annoyed or irritated that you were crashing their lunch date, but she seems happy about it, or at least unbothered.

The three of you walk out of the building.

"My driver will take us" Rebecca says, walking towards her car.

"Yes! Now we can all get drunk!" Keeley jokes, although you and Rebecca both know Keeley well enough to know she's only half joking.

The three of you climb into the back seat of the car, you end up sitting in the middle between Rebecca and Keeley. You've never been this close to Rebecca before and you start to feel a little anxious. You get a whiff of her perfume, it's as beautiful as it is intoxicating. The scent calms your nerves as you all make small talk on the way to the restaurant.

The car makes a sharp, unexpected turn that tosses the three of you around in the back seat. You get thrown into Rebecca, almost landing into her lap. Your hand ends up on her thigh when you try to stop yourself and you immediately scramble back into your spot.

"OI!" Rebecca yells. Fear shoots through you for a second, thinking she's yelling at you; you quickly realize she's yelling at her driver and you relax.

"Apologies ladies" her driver says "This fuckin' twat thinks he's the only bloke on the road."

Rebecca looks at you and puts a hand on you leg. Your heart begins to beat harder and faster. You start to feel a wetness between your legs.

"You okay love?"

"Uh, yeah thanks, sorry. Are you?"

"No apologies necessary. And yes, I'm fine" She says with a smile that makes you want to melt.

Her hand lingers on your leg for a few seconds longer and she slowly slides it off of you. Your heart continues to pound as your thoughts start swirling once again. "Is she into me?" "How can she be into me?" "Fuck she's my BOSS" "Damnit she smells so good" "shit I want her so bad" as the wetness between your legs grows.

You pull up to the restaurant and the three of you get out, Keeley opens the door and you follow behind her, you turn your head to make sure Rebecca is in the door before you let go of it and you catch her eyes looking down at your ass. Her eyes snap up and meet yours. They have the same intensity as usual, but this time you see a hint of lust in her eyes. You flash a quick smile and continue to follow Keeley.

The three of you are seated in a corner booth in the back of the room. Keeley gets in on one side and Rebecca slides in next to her. You go to the other side when you're stopped.

"Keeley slide down" Rebecca says, making room for you to sit next to her as she pats the seat next to her. You sit down and look over at Keeley, who has a big smile on her face and gives you a wink. You roll your eyes at her and look at the menu.

The waitress comes over to take your orders, you each place your orders and the waitress turns to leave

"Oh wait one more thing!" Keeley says "we're gonna get a round of mimosas!"

"We are?" Rebecca says coyly.

"Hell yeah! It's almost the end of the week and we're not driving!"

"Dude, it's Wednesday" you say with as both you and Rebecca laugh.

"Oh whatever!" Keeley turns back to the waitress "three mimosas please!"

Your drinks come out pretty quickly and you guys chat about the team, about Ted, and basically all things Richmond. By the time your food comes out the mimosas are finished and the waitress asks if you wanted a round two.

Rebecca orders a white wine instead and you and Keeley order the same.

After the wine comes out the conversation slowly begins to shift from work to life. Keeley starts talking about Jamie and is complaining about something stupid he had done.

"Well Keeley" Rebecca starts to say "Jamie's just-"

"Fucking immature" you blurt out.

Rebecca and Keeley look at you, a little surprised.

"Well I was going to say 'young' but that's also appropriate" she says with a giggle.

Seeing Rebecca loosen up is nice, the icy exterior seems to melt away with every sip of wine she takes. Somehow she's even prettier when she's relaxed, you notice for the first time how her eyes sparkle when she laughs, and how the laugh lines she has around her mouth and eyes accentuates her bright smile.

You start sharing stories, Keeley talks about some party she went to in Ibiza, Rebecca talks about a wonderful vacation she went on to the south of France, and you share stories from college and one particularly wild party you and your friends threw at your on campus house you lived in. This one party in particular was a rager, you tell them how one of your friends tried to ride your roommates bike down the basement steps, and how someone else fell off of the balcony into the bushes.

"Who the hell did that?!" Keeley asks laughing

"Chris" you say flatly

"Oh" Keeley says, finishing off her wine

"Who's Chris?" Rebecca turns to ask you with a raised eyebrow.

You look into her eyes and look away

"A fucking asshole."

"Yeah, he's the one who convinced y/n to move here with him and then broke up with her and started dating this hot Italian model" Keeley

"You mean the Italian model he cheated on me with, then left me for" you say bitterly "she's just fine looking" you lie to yourself

"Is she really fine or do you just not want her to be hot?" Keeley pries

"Of course I don't want her to be hot! I mean she is, she's really fucking hot" you say, Rebecca looks at you with a bit of a surprised look on her face

"You know she's actually really fucking ugly" Keeley says

"She absolutely is" Rebecca chimes in

Caught off guard you look at Rebecca "do you know her?"

"Nope" Rebecca says, finishing her wine "but I don't have to, I had to deal with a fucking asshole of my own recently. I get it."

Rebecca pats your leg in support. You expect her to pull away but she leaves her hand on your leg, you feel your panties get wet again. You lean your legs into hers, you feel her lean back into you. A small smile comes across your face that you try to hide.

Rebecca pays the bill and the three of you head back to the car. You pile in, with you in the middle once more. Rebecca leans her legs into yours. The three of you keep chatting and Keeley says something fresh, as usual. Rebecca reaches her arm behind you to pinch Keeley. Instead of pulling her arm away, she leaves it across the back seat. You feel her twirl your hair between her fingers.

"Your hair is so soft, y/n, it's so pretty" Rebecca says.

"Yeah I meant to ask you this, who does your hair?" Keeley asks

"Uh, I haven't gotten it done since I left home actually"

"Oh you have to get it done before the charity ball this weekend!" Keeley exclaims "I'll take you to my favorite place!"

"Sure, thanks Keels!"

The three of you get back to Richmond and head inside

"We HAVE to do this again! This was so much fun!" Keeley exclaims

"We certainly do" Rebecca says

"Oh definitely!" You say

The three of you begin to part ways, Keeley starts walking away when you notice Rebecca is staring at you. You look up at her and she gives you a wink and heads off towards her office. Your heart skips a beat and you feel a pulse shoot down to your center.

Higgins runs up to her

"Oh Ms. Welton, I wanted to know if-"

"No." She cuts him off, in her usual, icy tone.

"Oh, okay, uh" Higgins says as he walks behind her

"Don't follow me" she says coldly

"Right uh, I actually have to go this way anyway" as he turns down a random hall.

You're pretty convinced that she did that for two reasons, first, because she genuinely doesn't like Higgins, for whatever reason; and secondly, so you could have a clear view of her ass as she walks away.

You head back to your office and sit at your desk. You notice that you guys were gone for over two hours and your day is almost over. You think back on the afternoon and remember talking about Chris, god that piece of shit can ruin your mood even when he's not there. You remember Rebecca telling you she had her own version of Chris, and you vaguely remember seeing something in the paper about her. You decide to look her up and you read all about Rupert and what he did to her. "Well no fucking shit no wonder why she's icy" you think to yourself "what Chris did to me was bad enough, if he did to me what Rupert did to her, I'd want the whole fucking world to burn."

The day ends and you pack up your things and head out. Rebecca's car begins to pull away as it slows down and stops next to you, the back window rolls down and you see Rebecca smiling at you.

"Y/n, you are coming to the charity ball this weekend, right?" Rebecca asks you with a smile

"Oh yeah, I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"Good, will you be needing a plus one?"

"Uh, no, I'm good, thank you though"

She jots something down into her notebook and looks back at you with a smile "Have a great night"

"You too"

You give a quick wave as Rebecca shoots you a wink and the car pulls away.

"Oh shit" you think to yourself "I need something to wear"

You pull out your phone and call Keeley

"Keels, I just realized, I don't have anything to wear to the charity ball this weekend!"

Keeley squeals on the other end as you wince and pull the phone away from your ear. Keely is talking a mile a minute and asks "Where are you? I'm coming to get you right now!!" You tell her you're just leaving work and she says "Okay stay right there!”

The lines goes dead and a minute later you hear a car squealing as you turn and see Keeley peeling into the parking lot. She pulls up next to you

“SHOPPING TRIP!!!!” She squeals as you jump into the car. She peels out and you two are off to fine the perfect dress for the ball.

~~~ part 3 will be posted soon ~~~

[ughgoaway]

Hey lovely, I'm really enjoying the smutty blurbs and would love to hear about Matty and teachers first time together.

Also I've just got home from the most stressful Christmas with family, and would be interested to hear about teachers family and whether she is as close to them as Matty is to his

🎄

hi angel!!! so sorry for this late reply, but im so glad you're enjoying the smutty blurbs. They're so fun to write!! I'm actually planning on doing a full fic for their first time together, so hopefully, that will be coming soon!!

oh I'm sorry about stressful Christmas, it's always a fucking rough time going back home and dealing with everyone.

this is something I have thought a little bit, and I think that in the teacher au, the family relationship is a bit strained.

I think your family are so overbearing, constantly trying to insert themselves in your life in ways you just don't need. every time you see them, it's followed by an onslaught of questions,

"do you have a boyfriend yet?"

"are you still doing that teaching thing?"

"when are you going to have kids? you have only got so long now darling"

so Christmas was always a stressful affair, trying to juggle judgmental aunts and uncles with parents who want to know every detail of your life so they can comment on it.

I think you're as close as you can be, but some distance is necessary for you to stay sane. you love them, but sometimes you just need space to exist.

but Matty's family is a breath of fresh air. The first Christmas you spent with them made you realise it can be enjoyable to see your family.

Denise is so welcoming, ushering you in and plying you with biscuits and tea. she chats about matty, and she tells you that if he ever does anything stupid, tell her, and she'll give him an earful. which earns her an eye roll from matty and assurance that he won't fuck this one up.

Louis is easy to get along with, and he feels like your little brother too very quickly. Tim is hilarious and kind, and all of Matty's extended family are so welcoming and sweet that you don't quite know what to do with yourself.

I think at some point in the night, you wander off, and matty notices you skulking away and follows you out into the garden. you're leaning on the wall outside, staring up at the stars and trying to breathe a little bit better.

"You alright, darling?" matty walks up to you and wraps you in a hug, already noticing your shivering body.

"Yeah, sorry, just needed a minute," you say softly, leaning your head on mattys shoulder and humming comfortably.

you stand in silence for a few minutes, watching your hot breath vaporise in the air and warming each other up.

"Is it always like this for you?" You break the veil of silence, looking up at matty curiously.

his face immediately scrunches in confusion, "what like all of us hanging out and drinking? yeah, that's a pretty average Christmas for us. " he laughs and pulls you in closer, rubbing up and down your bare arms with his hands, desperate to warm you up.

"No, no, I mean, is it always so... Nice? calm? no one is badgering you with questions and making judgemental or petty comments." You say softly, almost hoping matty doesn't hear your words.

but he does. He pulls back and looks in your eyes and his immediately soften. he tugs you in impossibly closer and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Oh, sweetheart. m'sorry your family are a bit exhausting. but the good news is, next year, you'll have me to drag along with you. hopefully, they'll start badgering me about my "silly rockstar job" and leave you alone, hmm? and I'm sure annie will be distraction enough, she will corner your aunt susan and talk about horses for a good hour" matty smiles as he imagines meeting your family.

he always tries to envion what your childhood room looked like. Were the walls covered in posters like his? or were you more organised? did you have teddy bears lining the bed that you don't have the heart to get rid of? he can't wait to tease you for all the old photos and embarrassing clothes.

you giggle and burrow your nose into matty, "already planning for next year, huh? you planning on sticking around that long?" You tease, hearing matty talk about the future so confidently had butterflies hammering at your ribs.

"Of course I am. I'm afraid you're stuck with me for a longgggg time now, sweetheart. " You hum happily and squeeze matty.

[cophene]

015 | gold dust champagne.

previous chapter || next chapter || table of contents

pairing : jojolion x gn reader summary : the heir to an limitless fortune goes on a vacation to morioh to find their true love. seems easy enough; only, if that they're unable to find their love, they'll lose not just their fortune, but their life. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 3.4k+

★ . . . SHUT THE HELL UP.”

“I’m not even saying anything.”

“Then drop that goddamn smirk.”

Joshu did not drop his smirk. It stabbed at you from the corner of your eye even as you kept your gaze stonily forward. You wouldn’t be surprised if your bone dice cracked from how hard you were clenching them. 

“Why don’t you just take it off?”

“Why don’t you just take it off?”

“Because I wore it first and I actually have no problem with unintentionally matching hats with you.”

You sank in your seat. Josuke absolutely adored the SBR hat shop and made your promise that you would buy at least one hat on your vacation. The little purple bucket hat made you childishly happy when you wore it, which was why you’d put it on today for some fortitude. The last thing you’d expected was for Joshu to pull up wearing the exact same hat. Since neither of you could swallow your colossal prides to take it off, you were now matching hats. Which might have been cute for any other date, but Joshu had a talent for making things insufferable.

“I’m just surprised you showed you know how to put clothes together,” you muttered.

Joshu side-eyed you. “My clothes are always put together. You just don’t have taste.” 

You would have bet money Hato had been the one to throw this outfit together. Instead of his horrendous green shirt and bowtie, Joshu was wearing a boxy blue button-down, a stylized gecko crawling up his side and short sleeves baring his—admittedly nice-looking—forearms. A purple undershirt peaked out over his pants, and the fact that it matched with his bucket hat only further supported the fact that Joshu had not chosen this outfit. Baggy black pants and high-top sneakers completed the look, the blue and black of his sneakers echoing his outfit colours.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked. 

Joshu drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. “You’ll see.”

It was so much harder to talk to Joshu in person. Roasting the shit out of him was way more enjoyable when he wasn’t right next to you. When you could actually see him, it felt like your words might actually stick instead of glancing off him. It made you uncomfortable to think you would see if something you said hurt him.

Not for the first time, you wondered if you’d made a mistake agreeing to go with Joshu today. If it turned out to be a waste of a good day, you would kick yourself. The end of your second week was fast approaching, and as prickly as your mother had been, she was right. You really didn’t have time to waste. It would have been so much easier to spend today with Tooru instead. You’d been surprised by how well yesterday had gone and actually looked forward to seeing him again. 

Admittedly, you had been embarrassed to admit to him that you hadn’t remembered him from the fruit parlour, but Tooru had taken it in stride. He had seemed quiet and unassuming, and had pleasantly surprised you with how attentive and perceptive he was. He was a wonderful listener, and had been one of the few people who had actually taken your curse seriously. For someone you had just met, Tooru had a surprising amount of faith in you. Out of everyone you had met thus far in Morioh, no one seemed to get you the way Tooru did. It was too bad you had gotten too caught up in your conversation with him to take out your bone dice. You would’ve liked to see what number he would’ve rolled. Some other time, hopefully.

Reluctantly, you turned your thoughts away from Tooru. As much as you wished you were with him, you weren’t, and you had to be in a completely different mindset to deal with Joshu. Civilly.

“Can I ask you something?” you said.

“If it’s not stupid.”

You watched his face carefully. “Do you really want to start something with me? Or do you just want the fortune? Because you realize you can’t have one without the other, right?”

Joshu pursed his lips. “Sure I can. You just have to fall for me. It doesn’t matter what I think.”

“But that wouldn’t be true love.”

“Look, it makes sense in my head, alright? I want your money, but I don’t want anything to do with you.”

You frowned. What Joshu said didn’t hurt because you’d known that from the beginning. “I get that, but I don’t want you to waste your time. I’m going to lose my fortune if it isn’t true love. And that means my feelings have to be reciprocated.”

“You never said that.”

“Falling in love is easy,” you said. “It’s holding on that’s hard.” 

Joshu didn’t answer. His expression turned inscrutable.

“I’m not kidding around this curse stuff. If this month goes by and I can’t find my true love, I’ll—” your throat closed, the curse preventing you from saying the word die. “I’ll lose everything. It was fine when you wanted to mess with me before, but I don’t have time for that anymore.”

You hated how small your voice sounded. It was nearly lost under the rumble of the car on the road. You clenched your jaw, looking everywhere but at Joshu. 

The car stopped at a red light. “Do you think you could fall in love with me?” Joshu asked.

“What?”

“I don’t get what your approach with this is,” Joshu said. “All you’re doing is going out with people who show an interest in you. Why aren’t you going after the people you want?”

You blinked. “Because there’s no guarantee they’ll like me back.”

“The same can be said for this! If someone ends up loving you, how shitty are you going to feel if you don’t love them back?”

From the start, you had thought it would be best if you let people come to you. If you were too bold, too eager, too quick, you would set yourself up for rejection. It would be easier to learn to love someone than to suffer being rejected, right? If they loved you already, wouldn’t it be that much easier?

“Yeah, I’m an option, but only if you want to let me be. Spend today with me and figure out if there’s even a possibility you could love me. Because if there isn’t, it really is a waste of time.”

“I thought you just wanted my money,” you said faintly. “Why are you giving me legitimately good advice?”

 “... Because I don’t like seeing you run around with anyone who will have you. If this is your curse, you should start acting like it.”

Who was this person and what had they done with Higashikata Joshu? You stared at him and the car was quiet until Joshu flushed.

“At some point this stopped being a joke and now it’s something I’m actually interested in. So thanks a lot. I’m wasting my time for you.”

You wondered if you had been looking at this wrong. If at some point you had started to look forward to Joshu’s texts instead of dreading them. If at some point you had started to talk to him because you wanted to and not out of an obligation to be nice. 

If Joshu wanted you to use today as a measure of how much you liked him, what did that mean? Hadn’t he just admitted he only wanted your fortune? But that wasn’t all he’d said.

Could he actually be interested in you? 

The thought wasn’t as unpleasant as you expected.

“Just forget I said that,” Joshu muttered. He stopped the car and put on the parking brake. “We’re here.”

You eyed your destination warily. “You brought me to the movies?”

“Is that a problem for you?”

It wasn’t, really. It was just that it seemed very … normal for someone like Joshu. 

Joshu allowed you to pick the movie. And the seats. And the snacks. You wondered why he was being so agreeable until you realized he wasn’t planning on spending a single yen on this date.

“Wait a minute. You’re not expecting me to pay for all of this, are you?” you said.

Joshu’s face twisted. You were relieved that he really had been under all of that somewhere. “What? Can’t spare a few thousand yen from your trust fund?”

“That’s not the point. You’re the one who brought me on this date. You should be paying.”

“You have a literal fortune that never runs out and I should be the one paying? Have you heard of socialism? The wealthy have to provide for the poor. It distributes wealth.”

Now you were the one twisting your face. “And where is this coming from?”

“Two years of sociology, asshole.” 

“You’re not even poor. It’s the principle of it. Or didn’t you say you were trying to impress me? I’m really getting a feel for how courteous and generous you are right now.”

Joshu glowered at you. You raised an eyebrow. “I’m only too happy to take my trust fund somewhere else if you don’t want to do this.”

Joshu turned away and stalked towards the front counter. He made a show of extracting his wallet and withdrawing the stack of banknotes inside. You only frowned. Why had he been so stingy when he had at least 500 000 yen in there?

Even growing up wealthy, you had never thought to buy out all of the seats around you so you could have a private bubble in the theatre. It made you feel guilty, but Joshu showed no such restraint as he kicked back his feet, taking up three seats at once. It didn’t surprise you that Joshu was one of those people who acted like they owned the place, cackling and shouting and being a general nuisance. You all but dragged him out of the theatre once the credits started rolling, intent on getting out before the staff could throw you out.

“Excuse me, sir!” one of the ushers called. Your chest seized until you saw that the girl was waving at Joshu with a huge grin on her face. “Would you like to enter your ticket stubs into our lottery? We’ll be drawing from the lottery very soon! The prize is a limited-edition full-size figurine of the main hero!”

“Sure, why not?” Joshu dropped the dozen tickets he’d bought into the lottery box. You shot him a dirty look that he ignored.

Surprisingly—or not—Joshu won the lottery. He raised the box over his head, grinning aggressively at you as though you were supposed to feel something. You watched dubiously as he headed over towards you, only to be stopped by a man with a goatee.

“Excuse me, but that’s an amazing figurine! Would you mind if I bought it off you?” he asked eagerly. He was already taking out his wallet. “I’ll give you twenty—no, thirty thousand yen for it!”

The figurine changed hands. The insufferable grin hadn’t left Joshu’s face and you felt your insides shrivel a little. 

“What was that about?” you asked flatly.

Joshu shrugged, flipping through his freshly-obtained banknotes. “Who knows? You should be happy. Now I have enough to cover your dinner.”

It turned out Joshu didn’t skimp when it wasn’t his money he was using. He drove you to the other side of Morioh to a classy, five-star restaurant. The two of you couldn’t have looked more out of place among the finely dressed couples, but Joshu couldn’t care less. He ordered the host to take the two of you to their best table and proceeded to order the most exorbitant items on the menu. Your eye twitched at every order, because if Joshu ended up not being able to pay, who else would foot the bill?

Deep, red wine and succulent cuts of beef and pork arrived on immaculate plates. Plump shrimp and steamed peas and broccoli. Perfectly seared fish and roasted chicken. About halfway through the meal, Joshu squinted at his plate of roast beef. He pinched something between two fingers, lifting it pointedly. The gesture was so familiar, you almost expected to hear Karera’s voice. 

“There’s a piece of hair in this dish.”

With comical swiftness, your server, host, and a line of other stiffly-dressed employees proceeded to your table. They all bowed deeply.

“Our sincerest apologies for the disturbance,” the server said, his body at a ninety-degree angle. “We don’t know how this could have happened. We have wasted your precious time and insulted your esteemed patronage.”

“Oh, it’s not a big deal. The service has been wonderful,” you said quickly, shooting a look at Joshu. You wouldn’t have put it past him to pull a Karera and put one of his own hairs in the dish just to get out of paying. “It’s nothing. You don’t have to apologize.”

The server shook his head. “This is a most egregious mistake. Your entire meal will be free of charge and if it at all improves your mood …”

The hostess stepped forward, meekly placing an envelope on the table. “It is not much, but if you would accept this compensation, we would be most humbled.”

At this point, even Joshu had to be suspicious. He eyed the envelope. For a second, you hoped he wouldn’t accept it. 

But then he snatched up the envelope, rifling through it. A shit-eating grin spread across his face. “Today’s my goddamn lucky day! Money just keeps on pouring in!” To the server, he said, “If you’re so sorry, why don’t you get us another bread basket?” The man nodded quickly, whisking everyone off.

“Joshu, what the hell is going on?” you asked. “Where is all of this money coming from?”

“The hell am I supposed to know? What, are you gatekeeping being rich?”

“No, but don’t you think something weird is going on?”

Joshu scoffed. “You were the one who wanted me to pay for your shit. That’s what I’m doing. Why don’t you just enjoy it instead of bitching and moaning?”

Something just felt off. You brushed your bone dice in your pocket, feeling their comforting chill. Was it so hard to believe that Joshu was just lucky?

Joshu took you to a nightclub after dinner. Normally, you loved throwing yourself into a city’s nightlife. Right now though, you only felt a looming sense of apathy as Joshu tried to shoot peanuts down a girl’s cleavage. He had abandoned you for a busty group of girls as soon as you’d entered, leaving you to sit at a booth by yourself as he draped himself all over them.

The only thing that showed Joshu even remembered you was a bottle of champagne one of the servers brought over. There’s real gold dust in this champagne, he said, as though that could make up for the shitty day you were having. Even you, with your limitless fortune, had never thought about drinking gold dust champagne.

You didn’t even know why you’d tried giving Joshu the benefit of the doubt. He had just seemed so earnest yesterday, asking you out, and then again in his car. It had surprised you much he cared under that blasé attitude of his. As you scrolled through your past messages, you wondered where he had found the energy to consistently send you stupid things every morning.

Was he being serious? Or wasn’t he? Did he like you or not? Did it really matter?

Under the strobing lights in the ceiling, you stared at the brand on the back of your hand. It looked so dark all of a sudden, so stark. It was starting to feel impossible that it would ever fade from your skin.

“Oh. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

You tilted your head, and the slightest hint of a smile tugged at his mouth. 

“Tooru. What are you doing here?”

“What most people tend to do at nightclubs,” Tooru said. Despite that, he appeared very much alone. He didn’t even have a drink in his hand.

“You have a very sad idea of clubbing,” you said. You waved at him to sit down across from you and poured him some of your golden champagne. You couldn’t help but notice how out of place he looked here, with his careful expression and shoulder teddy-bears.

Tooru tried to say something. When you indicated that you couldn’t hear over the music, he slid across the booth until his shoulder brushed up against yours. His voice in your ear made your stomach dip. 

“Are you here with anyone?” he asked.

“Sort of,” you said, resisting the urge to glance at Joshu. You suspected he was still in the same position with those girls. “We must have lost each other, though.”

“Good thing I found you then. To be honest, I was just thinking about how nice it would be if I could see you again.”

“You have my number.”

“I like seeing you face-to-face. Feels more natural.” Tooru’s eyes gleamed. “It feels like we’re hiding when we’re behind a screen.”

You blinked. “I guess?” 

“Ah, I said something weird. Sorry.” Tooru took a drink from his glass, wincing a little as it went down. “Why don’t we continue our conversation from the other day? About your curse?” 

Tooru seemed oblivious to the loud music and shouting around you. The two of you might as well have been the only people in here with the way his attention was pinned on you. It was odd how well he could tune everyone out like that.

“What do you want to know?”

“Who did your curse come from exactly?”

“I don’t know if you believe in them, but an ancestor of mine approached the mountain gods and asked to have his fortune reversed.”

“Do you think that’s fair?” Tooru asked. “Why should your family receive a boon when there are thousands of other people the mountain gods turn their backs on?”

You frowned. “It’s not like I went to the mountain gods myself.”

“Maybe not. But your ancestor’s blood runs through your veins, so at least a part of you is responsible.”

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” you said, your hackles rising. “Maybe it wasn’t fair, but it’s not like anyone else in Morioh has the same curse I do. They might be struggling, but at least they—they can still continue on. At least they have a chance.”

Tooru’s pupils were dilated. “And what do you mean by that?”

They’re suffering, but at least they won’t die by their nineteenth birthday.

You turned away from him. You didn’t know where this interrogation had come from, but you didn’t appreciate it. You took a large drink from your flute. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you,” Tooru said. “People have told me that I’m too intense and need to learn how to draw back.” He rested his head on the table, waiting until you looked at him before smiling sheepishly. The gesture made him seem boyish, like a chastised schoolboy.

“I really want to help you, you know. I want to learn as much about your curse as I can to do that. I like you. A lot. It would be a shame if you died.”

You didn’t quite smile. “I’m just not used to talking about my curse. I’m not used to people actually taking it seriously. It’s hard for me to talk about.”

“I don’t want to push you. Just tell me what you're comfortable with.”

You didn’t know what to make of Tooru’s questions. Did he have some kind of hidden agenda beneath the polite curiosity? Maybe they were questions you should have asked yourself ages ago, but it had just seemed easier to accept the curse and not think too hard about it. It was then that you remembered your bone dice. Tooru’s questions weren’t unwelcome, you decided, but you wanted to make sure you could trust him before you told him anything else. Just as you were taking out your dice, shouts from the other side of the nightclub caught your attention.

“Huh? But what’s the problem?”

“Please follow us outside, sir. We don’t want to make a scene.”

“I don’t understand what the hell you want to talk to me about! If it’s about the champagne—”

Joshu struggled as a pair of burly men lifted him bodily from his seat and hauled him outside of the nightclub. Everyone stared gape-mouthed after him, and your mouth went dry.

Goddamnit, Joshu. 

“I should go,” you said, rising from your seat.

“Friend of yours?” Tooru asked.

“Something like that. I’ll text you. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Tooru lifted his champagne flute to you as you pushed past people to follow Joshu outside.

previous chapter || next chapter || table of contents

[finnickyslut]

*jingling an empty bowl* can I please have more truth-warping AU please?

Oh, god! Thank you for the interest, nonnie.

... I'm wholly unprepared for this.😳😬

This whole au has consisted basically in an idiotic amount of research (divorce in the UK during the 80s, Merseyside, air ambulance in the UK in 2007, overdose symptoms, treatment and survival window, and on it goes) and an even more ridiculous amount of me creating a choose your own adventure for any and every scene because I'm a scatterbrain. 😅

So! I'm going to try to focus on one thing (let's say the maze + overdose part) but let me preemptively apologize for any rambling, digressing etc.

...

One thing that was clear to me is that the maze scene needed to happen basically the same up to "you make my blood run cold" because it's what leads Oliver to the abyss. (And for a later scene in the hospital, but that's for another occassion.)

Apart from that, I thought several options would make sense and be interesting.

In scenario A, Oliver reaches the conclusion that Felix is upset because fake drama is unfulfilling and doesn't let him be the hero for real, so he just has to give him a real issue. Cue Oliver adulterating the bottle for himself and drinking enough to hopefully give Felix something pathetic enough to really chew on or a chance to save the day.

Here, the agitation/aggressiveness, labored breathing, paleness, and vomiting are early signs of overdosing, and Felix may take a small swig of the concotion but gets it taken off him soon enough. The background is different but the whole scene is almost identical except Oliver leaves the center of the maze with the bottle.

Otherwise, Oliver poisons the bottle because the only thing he knows is if his apology goes wrong there's no way both of them can leave the maze alive (that's actually part of what prompted this AU, the thesis that the inevitable end in the face of rejection wasn't necessarily Felix's death, but Oliver doing something extreme to one or both of them.)

With how definitive Felix's rejection feels, he decides he may as well put himself out of his misery.

He pushes himself off Felix, takes a long gulp while staring defiantly (reflecting on it later on, Felix will realize Oliver was actually taking him in for what he thought would be the last time), maybe makes a scorned comment, and leaves.

I'm any scenario, Felix takes a moment to calm himself (let's say 15 min), goes to take the easy way out, realizes Oliver went a different way, and something makes him take that path too.

He finds Oliver passed out and the bottle on its side. He looks terribly clammy, is unresponsive and something's wrong with his pulse .

Felix Takes him in his arms and gets out of maze as fast as possible. Goes looking for Duncan (Duncan always knows what to do and misteriously appears whenever he's needed). They call emergency services.

(At this point I pondered if the Cattons wouldn't have had med tent and discarded the notion because they're fabulously rich AND fabulously unprepared for things not going precisely their way.)

Btw, very conveniently for me and for Felix's chances on getting to ride with Oliver, it seems that the UK didn't have a night service for air ambulances back then.

Duncan and Felix follow directions from dispatch and decide to take care of things themselves because God forbid the party gets ruined (priorities!). Normally it's not advised to try  to meet the ambulance along the way, but in this case, because Saltburn is pretty out of the way and has the gates and all, Duncan drives Oliver and Felix to the intersection with the main road.

At this point Felix is perturbed, distressed, and genuinely worried for Oliver, but his white knight streak is chomping at the bit, too. He needs to see this to the end, make sure both that Oliver gets out of the woods and that Oliver's family knows how deeply unwell he is and gets him some help.

Either they let him go in the ambulance because he was with the patient shortly before he went downhill and can give them details (Felix knows Oliver seemed mostly sober a couple hours ago at candle blowing and had certain symptoms less than 30 min before the call but was conscious. He suspects cocaine too because of traces in the bottle) orrrrr he conveniently mentions he may have drunk from the same bottle and potentially be patient 2.

Annnddd end scene.

Hopefully that was some of what you were curious about, but feel free to ask more, though I can't promise I'll know everything. As I said, this has just been bouncing aimlessly inside my skull. 🙈

Thanks again for your ask! 🤗

[akirawrites24]

Heya! It's the Yusuke-lover Anon! I absolutely LOVED what you wrote and I was hoping you'd take another request from me 🥺👉👈

It's quite kinky so buckle up.

Fem!Reader and Yusuke decided to get more intimate very recently, and they discovered that Yusuke is becoming addicted to it way more than he'd be willing to share. I'm talking like the SLIGHTEST of teasing will get him hard. So, reader decides to challenge him not to cum for a whole week. She catches him, on the last day, masturbating in a secluded area of Mementos while the rest of the team were trying to figure out where they're going. So, when they get home, reader decides to punish him via overstim.

I dunno what it is but a submissive Yusuke intrigues me. I'm wondering how you'll go about that, as it is a challenge for me to even think about writing.

Totally get it if you don't end up writing this! Just testing the waters, but I'll def try to request some more stuff from you!

~ YusukeLovingAnon💙

You ask and you shall receive! Hopefully you like it!

Sub!Yusuke x Dom!fem!Reader

Fandom: Persona 5

Warnings: Smut, Teasing, Masturbating, vibrating cockrings, pleading, oral sex, mistress kink, spoilers for 4th Palace

________

Having intimate moments with his love might have been the best thing that ever happened to Yusuke. But he never expected it to feel THAT good.

"Here is a little thing you can paint~", [Name] said while pointing at her crotch.

Look, when you would have told him this before everything, he would've just treated it as a normal suggestion to paint. But now, he just gets flustered by it. Oh yeah and his blood rushes to his dick as well.

This didn't go unnoticed however. If anything, [Name] was the first one to notice. And boy, what was she going to have a field trip with it.

______

"I beg you pardon?", Yusuke said when he heard the following words from his love's mouth.

"You heard me, I want you not to cum for an entire week! Otherwise, you would be severely punished", she said while giving him a smug look.

"Very well, I get along with this."

A week huh? Well..that should be easy.

______

It was not easy. Cause he forgot that masturbating is also a form of sex. Luckily he didn't give in into his desires, but it became harder and harder to resist it as the days proceeded.

To make sure he wouldn't do anything that wasn't allowed, he was just busy with painting. He also didn't draw nudes for the case that would break the rules. But he is kinda excited about this. It is something he can't explain.

Day 1:

Well, it went easy! On this day, they were too busy to secure the Treasure in Futaba's Palace, so it got him distracted and too tired to even think about it.

Mission: success

Day 2:

Frankly enough, he was somewhat surprised that he also managed this day, even if he didn't go to the Palace. The rest was needed, and Ren told the group they needed the day off.

But it was the constant teasing of his lover that almost sent him over the edge. But he wouldn't fold. He wouldn't want to know what this punishment would mean after all. And hopes to never find out.

Mission: success

Day 3:

Fighting a cognition of Futaba's mother was something that wasn't on his bucket list today. But hey, he also never expected to fight his supposed to be Sensei so there is that. It tired him out too, so it was easy to just go to sleep. He has four days left, it should be easy.

Mission: Success

Day 4:

Now that the Palace is cleared, he finally can work on the agreement again. And his love wasn't around, and the thought of touching himself was very tempting. He gripped his pants, but didn't do anything. But how long is it going to take before he gives into his desires?

Mission: success

Day 5:

When his love is with him in his dorm, it is a nightmare not to touch himself. She is clearly trying to provoke him to touch himself. The constant flirting, the constant teasing…But he won't give in. He can't! Not if he had two days to go.

Mission: success

Day 6:

This wasn't easy as it seems, because his lover put on a pirn movie, while she was clearly touching herself under the blanket she had. And what is even worse, she wasn't even trying to hide it, still trying to get him to lose this game. He almost gave in.

Almost.

Mission: success

Day 7:

The group is now in mementos, needing to do some requests while looking out for the reaper. But there was something wrong. Fox wasn't with them.

"I go looking for him, I will be back soon Leader!", [Code Name] said to Joker, who looked at her.

"Is it safe for you to go alone though? We have been in this area for quite some time now", he said, clearly worried that they would come across the reaper.

"It's Fox we are talkin' about! He probably found some inspiration or somethin'", said Skull. Most of the Phantom Thieves agreed with that.

Joker gave [Code Name] a nod, giving her permission to look for Fox. She nodded, and went to look for him.

And boy, what was she glad she did.

______

"Ngh! My love…please…", came from Yusuke as he was tied up in the bed and his lover is sucking him off, but isn't letting him get any release.

"But you have been such a bad boy! Masturbating in Mementos! That was against the rules, and you know that! You do realize I have to punish you for that!", She said as she looked innocently at him.

Of course he understood that, but he didn't realize that it would be that bad. His eyes widened even more when he saw her put something on his hard and throbbing cock.

He was about to ask what it was, but he couldn't because it started to vibrate, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. It was so much to handle that he moaned, almost begging for release again.

[Name] really does know how to push his buttons, keeping him from cumming by holding the tip closed so it won't come out. And with the cockring on him, it became almost too painful for him to handle.

"My muse, p-please! It's too much! May I release…?", he actually whined out, to which she shushed him. "But you are a bad boy…I have to discipline you…Or are you disobeying your mistress again?", She said with a pouty face.

"No..mistress…I'll be a good boy for you..Please..", he said once more as he started to sweat even more now. It was so beautiful…

[Name] wanted nothing more but to finger herself or riding him, she needed some pleasure too. But he has been begging her so nicely…

She went down on his cock again and release the cockring and turned it off as well, and sucked his dick once more.

Yusuke moaned more and more before he came into her mouth. Herself swallowing it with pride.

"Mistress…", Yusuke whispered before he fell into a slumber, making her kinda feel bad about letting him pass out while having done this.

But it's okay. He had begged her so nicely, and didn't resist at all. He has been a good boy in their sex. She smiled and untied him, cleaning him off before cleaning up as well and lay next to him, proceeding to fall asleep next to him.

Mission: failed

[password-door-lock]

Maybe

The (reader insert) mysme linguistics department AU that's been bouncing around in my head for months now; 3k words Rating: General Audiences

“Is there something wrong with that sentence?” Saeran asks, frantically scribbling in his notebook as he speaks. “It’s okay if you have the context, I guess,” you decide, “But without context, it just sounds weird to me.” “And what kind of context do you need?” Saeran seems to be a lot more direct with his questions than his brother has been, and he’s offering none of the same assurances about your general performance as a language consultant. Or: You agree to an interview about your native language. It's not at all what you expected.

This is literally just my niche daydream scenario of choice made as accessible as I could to those who aren't linguistics majors! The basic concept is that the twins are interviewing you about your native language for their research. I did include some English-specific stuff but I still tried to leave it fairly vague as far as what MC's native language is to make it slightly more immersive for as many people as possible. If anyone is interested I can definitely write more in this universe, possibly with some romance!

Read it on Ao3!

To be honest, you're a bit nervous about your upcoming interview. After all, you've never been interviewed for anything before— you were shocked that you even got a call back from the research team doing a study of your native language. You'd only applied for their study out of curiosity— how does one study a language via interview, anyway? After consulting with a few of your friends, you arrived at the conclusion that the researchers must want you to teach the language to them. That should be easy, right? You've been speaking it your whole life, and although Korean isn't your first language, clearly you've been able to learn it well enough to communicate your way through college and into a job here. How hard could it really be to mediate between the two?

Very hard, apparently. You're not sure how much you're supposed to have prepared, but you are coming into this interview with quite a bit of experience failing to explain basic concepts in your native language to a few of your friends. Hopefully, the researchers will know what they're doing— well, of course they will. Who are you kidding? They got approved to conduct a study, after all. That must mean that they have some sort of plan to go on, and you doubt that they would have selected you as a consultant if they didn't think you'd be able to help them. Nevertheless, you nervously adjust your button-down for the fifth time since getting off the train before opening the door to the room where the interview will be conducted.

You are greeted immediately by someone with the reddest hair you've ever seen. “MC, right?” He addresses you in your native tongue, and you blush, not having expected him to know anything right off the bat. If he's already conversational, what does he need you for? Maybe you’re supposed to help him teach somebody else.

“Hi,” you manage. “Yes. Hello.”

“Don't be shy,” he beckons for you to follow him into the room and leads you over to a table where another researcher— also with red hair— is waiting. The first guy is wearing yellow-and-black striped glasses with a matching yellow-and-black hoodie; the second sports a charcoal grey sweater over a pale blue dress shirt. You're not sure how you're going to tell them apart if you come back for a second interview— they've got to be identical twins. Although, you probably won't be coming back for a second interview, if they already speak the language you're supposed to be teaching them. Not that you have any clue how this works— maybe they need help developing language-instruction curriculum, or something along those lines. “I'm Saeyoung,” the one with the glasses pulls your chair back for you, “And this is Saeran. He'll be taking notes, if that's okay?”

“It's fine,” you assure them both. “Good to meet you.” 

“You mentioned on the form that you were okay with recording,” Saeran deadpans. He sounds like he's reciting from a mental script— you suppose there must be at least a few questions that they need to ask for legal reasons. “Is that still true?”

“Yes, of course,” you fidget nervously. He's certainly very intense, and this is not turning out to be what you expected at all. “Um... the form didn't explain what you would be doing?” 

“That's because our faculty advisor doesn't know,” Saeyoung grins, which instantly sets you more at ease. He seems like the type of person you could be friends with, in a non-interview setting, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s quite pretty. “And he made the fliers. All we want to do is ask you some questions about how you say things— and we might also check to see if our ideas about how we might say things are correct. Anything we ask you, just answer honestly. We’re looking for native speaker intuitions here, okay? But that’s just about everything we need from you.”

“Really? And will that help you learn?” You're still confused about how this works. Surely there are professional language teachers they can consult? They work at a university, after all.

“It may not help us with speaking, but it will absolutely help us with our research,” Saeyoung explains. “I wish I could tell you what I'm studying, but if I did, it might make you start to doubt your judgments. Just relax, and tell us whatever comes to your mind naturally. We'll take it from there.”

“Okay,” you nod. “Although, you already speak very well.”

“I've had a lot of practice,” Saeyoung assures you, “But you're a native speaker. You have intuitions that I'll never be able to access on my own.” 

Saeran snorts, but says nothing, and you can't help but agree with him— his twin is a bit intense, too, now that you think about it. “I mean, if you think it'll be helpful…” You trail off, unsure of how to go about this, but grateful that you don’t actually have to teach your native language to the researchers. Of course, knowing that much doesn’t help you to understand what kind of information they’re actually seeking, but Saeyoung and Saeran both seem to know what they’re doing.

“You'll do great,” Saeyoung assures you, “And even if you do a terrible job, you'll still get the cash prize at the end.”

You look to Saeran for clarification. He doesn’t seem like the type to mince words. “Compensation,” is his only explanation. “As noted on the form.”

“Oh, right.” You weren't even thinking about the compensation when you signed up, but the amount they’re offering will certainly go a long way if you attend multiple sessions.

“Alright,” Saeyoung grins. “Let's get started. I have a picture that I want you to describe, if that's okay.”

He slides a sheet of paper across the table to you. Someone has printed the Longcat meme onto it, and in full color, too. “Oh, it's Longcat,” you note.

“See ? People know Longcat,” Saeyoung addresses his brother in Korean. Based on his tone, you get the feeling that there was some heated debate involved in the image selection process. “I told you they would.”

“One person knows Longcat,” Saeran corrects him, “The last five didn't.”

You can't help but smile. “Am I really the only one?”

Saeyoung shakes his head mournfully. “People are so uncultured these days. It's a tragedy.”

Saeran rolls his eyes, before redirecting his attention to you. “How would you say ‘People know Longcat?'“

You get the feeling that he's asking you about your native language, since he already clearly knows how to say it in Korean. “Um...” you consider it, before offering a rough translation. Saeran seems to like it, as he begins vigorously scribbling on a notepad in front of him. “That's how you would, like... express the same idea? But did you mean word-for-word?”

“Never give us a word-for-word translation,” Saeran mumbles, shaking his head.

“He's just being dramatic,” Saeyoung assures you, “But please try to be as authentic as you can. If something is awkward to say or not how you would express whatever idea, just let us know, alright? We won't be mad. Now, would you mind pronouncing 'Longcat' again?”

Saeran rolls his eyes, but doesn’t interrupt as you repeat the word again. He has notes about that, too, which strikes you as odd— you wonder what he could possibly be writing to differentiate your version of 'Longcat' from his own. “Was that good?”

Saeyoung laughs. “If you're saying it naturally, then of course it's good.”

You blush. “Sorry. I'm just a little bit nervous... I've never done this before. I don’t want to mess up your research.” 

“Don't worry,” Saeyoung pats the Longcat picture as if it were a real cat, which, to his credit, gets a laugh out of you. “Just say whatever comes to mind about this picture. It'll help us, I promise.”

“Oh.” You look at the picture for a moment, not sure what you're supposed to say. “Well, it's Longcat, which is... like, a cat that is long?”

“What am I supposed to put for the free translation?” Saeran hisses in Korean.

Saeyoung shoots him a look that says 'shut up' in every language before turning back to you. “Don't mind him. Keep going.”

Considering you don't even know what a free translation is, Saeran’s comment isn’t hard to ignore. “Um, well, there's someone... holding the cat. Maybe that's to make it longer?”

Saeyoung nods, while Saeran continues taking frantic notes. You don't see how what you're saying is that interesting, but if it makes them happy, then you're glad to contribute— even if you are a bit confused. ”Sorry, and how would you say 'maybe they're holding the cat to make it longer?'“ It's giving you a headache to switch back and forth between languages so much, especially since you typically use only one at a time.

You translate his expression to your native language as best you can— the word order is different, of course, and you're not sure if Saeyoung wants you to phrase it as a question or as a statement. The most ‘correct’ way would probably be a statement, but you settle for translating the question to a question. That seems more accurate, even if it’s less grammatical. “But I don't know if that sentence is... like, correct .” Suddenly, you're very worried that you'll be teaching the twins how to speak incorrectly. Then, an even scarier idea pops into your mind: since they're both already so advanced, they might be judging you, and—

Saeyoung laughs. “Of course it's correct.” He waves you off. “You're a native speaker.”

Your eyes widen. “I say things wrong all the time. Like, I say ‘like’—”

“A discourse marker,” Saeran mumbles, talking more to his notes than to you. It doesn't sound like a bad thing, but you're not quite sure.

Saeyoung shakes his head. “And I say ‘well.’ There's literally no difference.”

“Yes, there i—” You start to correct him, before you remember that he's an expert, and also paying you. Maybe it would be best for you to refrain from correcting him on any point— but, then again, he explicitly asked you to correct him if necessary. This linguistics thing seems very complicated. “Never mind.” 

“It's just part of the language.” Saeran shrugs. You get the feeling that if he's on board with ‘like,’ then it's probably fine, considering how grumpy he seems about everything else. 

“Exactly,” Saeyoung agrees, “We want to know as much as we can about how you actually speak, MC.”

The way he says it makes you blush. You know very well that the twins are really only interested in your speech for how it will help them with their research— but, still, they’re both such intense and passionate people, and to have all of that attention trained on you… well, you can’t really beat yourself up about the heat that’s rising to your cheeks, can you? And, anyway, you’re here to help them with their research, not to beat yourself up— you’d better start participating properly. You examine the Longcat photo once again. “Do you want me to just keep describing it?” 

“If you want,” Saeyoung replies, “Otherwise, I have other ways of extracting information.” He wiggles his fingers menacingly, earning a giggle from you and a light shove from Saeran. It doesn’t look like it hurt very much, but Saeyoung rubs his side where his brother’s elbow made contact. “Okay, I get it! Hey, MC— how would you say, ‘Maybe he pushed me to make me shut up?’” 

You glance hesitantly in Saeran’s direction, and he raises his eyebrows in a gesture of invitation that you might classify as playful, considering his typical affect. “It’s a good question,” he concedes with a slight smirk. 

Oh. Alright then. Nothing to see here— just two beautiful twins interrogating you about your native language, as if you could be expected to throw together any combination of words while they’re both looking at you so expectantly. You offer a vague translation. “At least, that’s how I would say it. I know there’s other ways.” You then list a few alternative expressions which have the same general meaning. 

“Okay,” Saeyoung glances at his laptop, which, presumably, contains notes for how he wants to conduct the remainder of this session. “What if I knew for a fact that he pushed me to make me shut up?” 

You consider this. “Um… I guess it would be like, ‘He pushed me to make me shut up.’ But now that I think about it, Saeran didn’t really, uh, push you. He elbowed you, so ‘He elbowed me to make me shut up,’ would be better.”

“Okay,” Saeyoung says again, “So, then, do you think ‘Maybe he elbowed me to make me shut up,’ would be better, too?” 

“Yeah, but ‘pushed’ is still okay,” you explain, though you’re sure he already knows that it’s a permissible word. “I just think it’s wrong in context.”  

Saeran regards you with brilliant green eyes. “Back to the cat,” he taps on the photo with the clicker at the end of his pen, “Could I say, ‘They’re holding it to make the cat longer?’” 

You wince. “Uh… I don’t know.” You really do have to think about it for a moment— surprisingly, it’s not easy to determine right away whether a sentence is appropriate. In all honesty, something about it feels off, but you don’t know how to explain what the problem is. “I think so.” 

“Is there something wrong with that sentence?” Saeran asks, frantically scribbling in his notebook as he speaks. 

“It’s okay if you have the context, I guess,” you decide, “But without context, it just sounds weird to me.” 

“And what kind of context do you need?” Saeran seems to be a lot more direct with his questions than his brother has been, and he’s offering none of the same assurances about your general performance as a language consultant. 

You bite your lip as you consider the inquiry. “I think just the picture of the cat would be enough? But even that is a little weird. I think ‘They’re holding the cat to make it longer’ would be better. Did I say it the other way around before?” 

“What if I said, ‘Maybe they’re holding it to make the cat longer?’” Saeran asks, neither relenting nor answering your question. 

“I don’t know,” you admit, “That does sound a lot better for some reason, but I still don’t like it.” 

“Hm.” You’re not sure if that’s a positive sound, and Saeran seems too occupied with his notes to elaborate further. 

“That’s alright,” Saeyoung assures you, redirecting your attention back to the picture. He’s standing beside you now, so that he can reach over and point at the image without having to lean across the table. “Why don’t you just tell us more about what you think is going on in this picture?” 

“Do you want more ‘maybe’ sentences?” You ask. There seems to be a trend forming here, and you want to be as helpful as you can.

Saeyoung grins. “You’re a sharp one,” he observes. “Yes, we want more ‘maybe’ sentences, please.” 

You chew thoughtfully on your bottom lip as you consider this new request. “Well,” you study the picture in front of you, paying special attention to the wrist of the person holding onto Longcat, “Maybe that watch is a Rolex?” 

That gets both twins smiling. Maybe this language consultant gig won’t be so difficult after all. 

The hour dedicated to your interview goes by surprisingly quickly; it feels as though it’s over before it’s even begun. The twins seem very interested in your guesses and conjectures about the Longcat photo, though you still have no idea what they could possibly be planning to use this data for. “Is there anything else you need from me?” You ask, just after the timer goes off. Saeran, it seems, anticipated that he and Saeyoung would get too wrapped up in the interviewing process to end it promptly without the aid of an alarm— you can respect that, you decide. You were pretty wrapped up, too.

“No,” Saeran assures you with something almost like a smile.

You might be persuaded, were it not for Saeyoung's simultaneous declaration of, “Oh, yeah, but we can save that for the next session.”

“If you want me to stay, I can stay,” you offer, “I've been having fun with this ‘maybe’ business.” You don’t know any of the technical terms, but you get the feeling that the twins are approaching some sort of breakthrough. Even Saeran was fairly animated during the final segment of the elicitation. 

“We have to meet with our faculty advisor,” Saeran explains, perhaps a bit regretfully. “But you can come back next Wednesday, if you'd like.”

“We can also do phone or video interviews,” Saeyoung elaborates. Sometime during the interview, he took to sitting on the table beside you, which you don't suppose is very professional— then again, he did also show you photos of Longcat. Maybe professionalism works differently in his field than it does in yours. “If that's easier for you.”

“I'll come back,” you assure them with a smile, “But I'm bringing snacks next time.” You don’t like the thought of the twins rushing around campus, working for free on this project of theirs before hurrying to a meeting with some professor. They should at least get some refreshments in between, right? 

“Bring something sweet,” Saeran orders.

“Please,” Saeyoung adds on his brother’s behalf with a sheepish smile.

As you leave the classroom that they've taken over for their research, you can't help but wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into. 

[the-sundry-system]

Wed, Feb 21st, 2024

Part 1

"you know, I swore i felt something. but I thought, 'no, if merlin were hurt he would contact me. the others would contact me."

"we were going to, but..."

"but what? you didn't want to upset Ark?"

"well no, but it's also not the kind of conversation to have over the phone. I knew you'd respond like this"

"oh, what a load of bull!"

"you know, I didn't do this when you and Gwen got married! I didn't do this when she hurt you!"

"That was different! she was under a spell, she couldn’t control herself!"

"and who's to say Ark can?"

silence.

"they're sick, Arthur. really sick. and I'm just trying to help them as best I can. same as I do with you." "you know, I thought waiting fifteen hundred years for you would be enough to prove my loyalty-"

"merlin-"

"but apparently it wasn't."

"don't say that-"

"I'm going to go visit my mother. don't follow me."

"merlin!"

-

"Kinsley, my dear! it's so good to see you again!"

a soft smile. "you too, hunith."

"what are you doing here again so soon? surely the journey can't be easy for you."

merlin and kin exchange looks. he shakes his head, she plows on anyway.

"emotional support."

"whatever for?"

a sigh, and he speaks up. "I had a row with arthur"

a laugh "well, don't you always?"

"it was... different this time."

"how so?"

"how about we go inside?" - merlin

-

"alright. now that we have some tea, why don't you tell me what's going on."

"we don't have to-"

"merlin, you specifically came to talk to your mother. I can tell her if you'd rather?"

he glares at her. hunith hides a giggle behind her mug.

merlin sighs. "it's about Ark."

"your other partner from far away, yes? the one who helped us?"

"yes."

"well you've told me Arthur has a jealous streak. I for one would very much like to meet your mysterious hero."

kin chuckles. "if they heard you say that they'd be in shock."

"bit of a humble thing, that one?"

"you have no idea." -kin

"it would be hard for you to meet them, anyway. they hardly see us as it is." -merlin

"hopefully that will change in the future." kin puts a comforting hand on Merlin's knee.

"so what's the fuss all about this time then? what's got arthur cross?"

"i... Ark, they..."

hunith waits patiently.

merlin swallows back tears, frustrated and unsure how to explain.

kin touches Merlin's knee again, gives it a squeeze. he looks at her and nods.

hunith and kin turn to each other.

"Ark is... very complicated." Kin starts. "some might say even more than Merlin, if that's possible," she chuckles.

hunith nods, looking at her son. her son who is so much older than her, and maybe always has been.

"if merlin is magic itself," she explains slowly, making sure hunith already understood that. "then Ark is what came before magic. they're the universe itself."

hunith nods. it's confusing, but the elf knows she's sharper than she lets on, and is following along.

"Ark is human, and spirit, and a god, and beast."

"they're like dragons, or the sidhe, or the triple goddess," merlin clarifies in terms hunith is familiar with.

"and unfortunately," kin picks up again, "at the moment, the beast part of them is what's winning over everything else." she holds her cup with both hands, and takes a sip. "there are... possible reasons for this. but I don't know for sure which, and unfortunately, I wouldn't be able to tell you even if I did."

hunith looks confused at that.

"Kin's like court advisor, or the village elder," merlin jokes. "got secrets she can't share"

both women laugh, kin rolls her eyes.

"so..." hunith urges.

kin inhales, then exhales. "well-" she starts.

merlin interrupts. "I'll... I'll take it from here."

"okay."

"Ark is... sick. very sick. like Kin said, the beast part is taking over. and that beast is craving blood."

his mother puts a hand to her mouth in shock.

"they can't control it," he rushes to say. "they don't want it. they're..." he tears his eyes away and looks down at his tea. "they're disgusted with themself." he whispers.

hunith's brow furrows in concern.

"and they... they're hungry. or rather... they were."

an eyebrow raised, now.

"they, well." the sorcerer starts to flush red, tugging at his neckerchief. he puts his cup down on the table, then pulls at his long sleeve.

kin decided to speak up again. "your son very nobly offered to help."

eyes turn to the elf.

"we all would have, but Merlin's the only one who got through to them."

abruptly, merlin stands up. "kin can you, it's just you're better at..." chewing on his thumbnail, he glances at his mother, straightens himself up, then clears his throat. "sorry, i just. need some air."

"go ahead, son," hunith says, leaning forward in her seat.

wiping his eyes, he leaves the hut quickly. he smiles politely at the other villagers, and strides across the pathways. within a minute, he's reached the forest, and doesn't hesitate walking in.

[xiv-wolfram]

I'm new to tumblr and looking to start my own visual stories. I stumbled upon yours through the suggestions and I am INVESTED. Raubae is a beautiful man and Wolfram and he are a beautiful couple!

Can you give a noob visual storyteller pointers on how to get started with their own comics?

OMG THANK YOU!!! 😭 I'm totally normal about them. I also want to apologize for Tumblr being a bit of a mess in terms of following the comics. Highly recommend the Carrd for chronological links.

As for comics - I'm far from an expert but I do see myself getting better with each one I make so hopefully some of this will help. 🤞

Read a bunch of different types of graphic novels. Pick the ones you like the most and pay attention to how they do things. I personally like lots of dialogue and character development, dramatic lighting, and focusing on facial expressions. Others focus on the action or scenery. Some a mix of both (which I'm working towards). Just find inspiration in what you love and let it help you find your style. 😁 Looking into how comics are made and what the different speech bubbles mean/text decoration/etc was helpful.

Use Clip Studio Paint or a program like it. Basically you want something that will let you cut out comic frames and add dialogue boxes easily. It really streamlines the workflow.

Write out "scripts" before GPosing. I know some folks who can freestyle but for me scripts with minor stage direction and dialogue have helped a lot. I have a different numbered line for each GPose I need to take too.

Everyone does plot/characterization differently. IDK if you were curious about that but I personally focus my plot around 3 main storylines - WolfBahn relationship arc, Wolfram's voidsent problem/past trauma, and MSQ. These plotlines overlap A LOT and come to a head in Endwalker. A lot of folks focus on their OC (I of course do.) but its also nice to develop the NPCs in some way. Most of Raubahn's development comes from MSQ which makes that easy but I do take time to touch on some of the things MSQ doesn't cover heavily like his recovery after being rescued from Halatali or the toll fighting to liberate Ala Mhigo takes on him. So I guess I just think - stories are more engaging if you flesh out the NPCs a bit. That may be personal preference though...

Really know your characters. I've found answering WoLQoTDs helps a ton. Along those lines - a timeline of their major events. Mine includes Eorzean events like The Autumn War and Garlean invasion of Ala Mhigo so I can fit my character's story in with the greater world. Before starting the comics I had a summary of his story on his Carrd (it's down now though). I also made a family tree. Replaying cutscenes helps get me in the zone to write too. Knowing them really well makes the writing flow pretty effortlessly.

Spend the time to edit each screenshot. I didn't do enough of this starting out and regret it. Even just upping the sharpness makes a big difference. Highly reccomend hitting it with the dodge/burn if you have time. The images will be smaller than most gposes so zooming in or cropping closer can help show the fine details (another place CSP shines).

Make dialogue box text large enough so that the majority of users on mobile won't need to zoom in. What I've been doing is 50 in CSP.

This one I don't do - but I should. Have someone with good grammar who also actually enjoys your story go over your comic before you post it. Ideally over the script as well. They'll point out grammatical mistakes but also since they're fans they may have some cool character insights you hadn't thought of!

Don't be discouraged if you get less "likes" than you do for GPoses. I usually get way less. On the flip side I get more actual interaction with the comics. Nice convos. It's how I've met some of my best buddies! So it's a good trade-off IMO. Most important of all - it's FUN to tell stories!

I hope this was helpful. Feel free to DM if you have more specific questions/want to have a convo too. I'm always excited to see more GPose comics! :D

[solitaryandwandering]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

Thank you so much for tagging me again in one of these @waitmyturtles, they're so fun to do!!

Three Ships

Suffering from some recency bias and don't really think in terms of "ships" anymore so I turned to my CHEMISTRY list on MDL to help... agonized over my choices and finally picked:

TinnGun/GunTinn (My School President) - they're just too wonderful. So sweet, and it's great to see a show embrace embarrassing teen crush behavior in a gay kid without making it weird. Tinn's BL-trope filled daydreams had me in stitches. Almost chose PatPran but that's too easy, I have to honor their successors!

Seo Joon x Ji Woo (To My Star) - love them so much. Relate way too much to Ji Woo and them together? So heartwarming. Despite some of the contrivance of their typical Kdrama split in season 2 I still love the way they reconcile and work their shit out.

Hira x Kiyoi (Utsukushii Kare/My Beautiful Man) - talk about recency bias, I'm currently watching season 2 and couldn't resist putting them here. They're just SO well-written. Accurate portrayal of the long-term effects of C-PTSD and the messiness of miscommunication sans lazy writing? Sign me up!!

First Ship

Romione (Harry Potter series) - I know, I know, don't @ me but I still have a soft spot for them despite everything

Last Song

Woof Woof (Live Version) - SHINee

Last Movie

Shake! Otis at Monterey (1987; dir. D.A. Pennebaker)

Currently Reading

Nothing much, honestly. Beginning of the year was HECTIC but hopefully March will give me some time to read. The fanfiction I have open in a tab on my phone is "honey, let me show you where your heart is" by sarahyyy. Cute Guardian one-shot!

Currently Watching

Guardian

Utsukushii Kare (Season 2)

I Promised You the Moon (finally on Viki so I'll be starting this soon!)

Moonlight Chicken - I decided to wait until this was over to watch to preserve my mental health. Despite my love/respect for Aof's work I am very very wary when any show or film either exclusively or in part centers around a story which heavily involves disability. In some ways this apprehension is similar to my aversion to sad endings in LGBTQ+ stories (unless it's earned!). Been burned WAY too much fictionally and IRL. 2023 seemingly is the year Aof decided to make shows about my two most central disabilities, deafness and blindness (Last Twilight even tackles someone LOSING their sight, seriously, Aof? What do you have against me?). Heart's story looks like it's being done responsibly/well (or well enough, considering this is the first of its kind in the genre, maybe Thailand as a whole?) so I am excited to jump into it soon!!

On that note, I plan on writing along with each episode my thoughts on Heart's storyline vis-à-vis Deaf representation. Commentary on his arc has been surprisingly decent especially amongst the people I follow (I knew I chose well) but the tendency to overly pity or infantilize him along with a general misunderstanding of Deafness made me realize I don't think I'll be able to keep my mouth shut when I watch, so. Keep an eye out for that if you're interested. Thai Sign Language was developed in part from ASL (ergo, part of the same language family) so I'm also planning to dive into what I've learned about the language and its similarities! :)

Currently Consuming

Leftover Thai food my best friend foisted on me, I forget what it's called but it's some kind of thick rice noodle dish. Very good!!

Currently Craving

Motivation, sleep, an end to the anxiety which has been plaguing me since the beginning of the year, better glasses. Ice cream sounds good too.

TAGS! No pressure!

I have no idea who to tag, so just flying by the seat of my pants here: @squeakygeeky, @absolutebl, @shesarealphony, @lesbianlovestay, @cinematicnomad, @i-just-wanted-hyphens, @bulkhummus, @anonyma13, @stillqueerstillhere

[crystalkitty1220]

First post (this is a seperate post because i wanna tag this one with the fandoms :))

@consumeroflemoans *takes lid off of plate* your more, my good tumblr user

Adding a cut because this is a really long post but I spent way too long on it not to tag it. Hopefully it's easy to scroll past with the cut. If it's not, then I really don't know what people want from me.

My thoughts come up with way too many Animorphs/IBVS crossover ideas when I should be focusing on other things. Many of these ideas get expanded on through conversations and/or roleplays with Echos, others just soak in brain juices for too long, while the last few quickly disappear and I only remember them as concepts.

Okay, so to start, I should probably explain this one:

Echos and I have created quite a few timelines of the casual version. In every timeline, Isaac and Marco have schedules that cause them to take the same long journey from one side of the school to the other each day. The first notable place where the timelines branch off is whether our beloved closeted bi disaster mistakes Isaac for a girl and tries to ask him out. Those timelines tend to exist simply because they're funny; I believe there is only one timeline in which they actually go on a date, and that is a timeline which is even funnier, not that I can actually remember most of it.

A few near-consistencies throughout the casual version timelines: Rachel and Tobias witnessed the Chrisler while on a flying date, they assumed he was a cosplayer. Jake could have been a popular kid if he made it on the basketball team. Most of the Animorphs don't even know there's a school king, not that they have any reason to care. Edward does get the occasional hunch about the other plotline, mainly just stuff like 'whatever those guys are hiding isn't my club's business and needs to stay hidden' and 'stay away from those weirdos and their weird Sharing thing'.

-

Second, the one the from today, which the first post mentioned.

(just to be safe) tw: gaslighting, i think

It takes place in a similar timeline to the casual timeline. As explained, Drew gets invited to a meeting of the Sharing. Either a meeting or a party, it doesn't really matter. Think of episode 17 of the Animorphs Nickelodeon show, aka the only episode I liked because it didn't have the disc in it and it actually felt like Animorphs.

Nevin comes with him, but Drew convinces Nevin that he's fine on his own. Drew is not fine on his own. He's terrified, actually, and he's surrounded by people who mean him harm, and suddenly his head is being forced into some water thing he hadn't even noticed before because he was too distracted by the lizard people. The Yeerk he's stuck with is not very nice, because why would he be nice if he just discovered that some humans have superpowers? The evil slug has a whole plan: to not tell any of his fellow Yeerks (possible competitors) about this secret supernatural club, to fool the humans into following him somewhere he could meet up with a Visser (One or Three, hopefully One), and become a sub-Visser or even a Visser himself.

Nevin immediately notices that something is very off with Drew's emotions, reminding him of when Charlie was possessing Chris, and during a faux-friendly conversation with Drew he comes to the conclusion that Drew (along with a lot of people in the Sharing, it seems) is possessed. Which, y'know, isn't quite on the bullseye? But it's close enough. Nevin practically drags 'Drew' home while he texts Chris to come to his house, giving a brief explanation. The twins gets home, Nevin reveals that he knows Drew is 'possessed', 'Drew' insists that he doesn't know what he means, and Nevin calls Chris out from the shadows so that they can both corner 'Drew'.

Chris, cleverly, brought the closest thing to a possession expert he has on hand: Charlie. The three of them interrogate Drew. They narrow down that this surely can't be a demon possession because there's no clear physical change, no clear personality change, and he still has all his memories. Similarly, Charlie and Chris reason that if this were a ghost possession, the ghost probably wouldn't have his memories and there would probably also be some kind of physical change (such as when Chris' eye changed color whenever Charlie would control him). Chris wonders aloud if, maybe, Drew wasn't currently being possessed but had some kind of ghost attached to him that he didn't know about. Nevin immediately shut down that theory because the emotions didn't match up that way; Drew was definitely not the one who was in control.

After a bit more interrogation, Drew is un-cornered and Nevin begrudgingly agrees to treat Drew like normal and just see what happens - as long as Charlie would stay over to watch Drew to make sure he didn't try anything while Nevin was asleep. Before Chris leaves, Drew stops him to talk with him privately: "Nevin's emotion-sensing is a whole unique sense for him, so it could probably get affected by some things just like any other sense. I think something's happening - maybe he's sick or it has to do with his powers - that's causing him to hallucinate." Chris, who was having his own doubts, agrees with Drew and shares this concern with Charlie.

The next morning, before school, Chris comes over and helps Nevin make pancakes, and the Yeerk almost gets caught because he's astonished by how good the pancakes are. And that's as far as I've thought, so the rest is open-ended for now (or for forever, it depends).

-

Thirdly, the series of fics that I was gonna write and might still write but I don't think I have the motivation: The IBVS take the place of the Animorphs but still have their normal powers. This is a long one, it's been stirring in brain juices for a while.

Most of the normal IBVS events don't happen, with the exception of everything pre-explosion. The day after what would normally have been explosion day, Chris invited Nevin and Edward out for ice cream in an attempt to work out peace between them. Isaac invited himself. Cut through abandoned construction site, yada yada. They just said 'no' when Elfangor offered the morphing power. Genuinely just went "nah, we got this." Unfortunately, this means they have to go through extra measures in order to keep their identities secret, such as kickass hero outfits that barely anyone gets to see because they always try to knock out all the controllers before they can be seen.

Their first costumes were low-quality cheap amalgamations of stuff that Charlie stole from Walmart (yeah Charlie's part of the team too, he kinda takes Tobias' role as the scout because nobody's gonna recognize him anyway). Their second costumes were all designed by Isaac (with the exception of Chris who wanted to design his own), sewn by Chris, and roughly based off an animal in one way or another. Off the top of my head, I only remember a few things about their costumes: Everyone wore gloves and masks, Drew and Nevin's first costumes just looked like raincoats (which hindered Drew's stealth because his was bright yellow), Nevin didn't wear a mask in his first outfit because he figured turning his eyes cyan was disguise enough, and their first masks were all those cheap itchy princess masks that got glitter everywhere and hurt your nose after about two seconds (with the exception of Isaac's DIY rainbow-painted fox mask, but I believe Edward took the fox theme after Isaac switched to a bird theme). I was drawing Isaac's second costume but I only ever finished the mask; here's what I have:

Costumes aside, I had a few plots planned. They were supposed to each be a oneshot, or two chapters if I felt like it was more fitting.

This series idea was where I first had the thought of Drew being invited to a Sharing meeting, but this one would take the place of Frankie's party. I actually have most of the first chapter/half of this one written out, but here's the summary: Drew spends a little bit of time wondering about why so many of the people with strange emotion colors he's been noticing around Foxfield are in the Sharing, before deciding to socialize. The only person Drew recognizes is Barry, so he goes over to say hi to him and the girls he's talking to. (It wouldn't be revealed yet, but Barry and Stacy are Chee.) A full-member meeting starts and Drew is left alone with Dez, who is apparently the only member of the les league who isn't a full-member. They talk for a bit and then suddenly chaos happens, aka the 'andalite bandits' crashing the meetings. Dez and Drew go to explore, stuff happens, Drew recognizes Nevin and both are like "what the fuck are you doing here" before Edward tosses Isaac out the window into Nevin's arms. Isaac has a wound, Drew screams because phobia of blood, Drew heals it and then screams because jesus powers, Drew stands up and then screams because leg is healed, Nevin finally manages to shut Drew up and they all promise to explain everything if Dez can be their getaway driver, Drew screams because a ghost just nyooomed into the car, and stuff is explained. Chapter 2 would be about Drew's first mission: teaming with Charlie, Nevin, and Chris to investigate the Yeerk Pool a little. He starts feeling nauseous from all the overwhelming nearby emotions. Charlie is left to babysit him in their meetup hiding spot until Chris and Nevin come back, but they're seen immediately because Drew's outfit is bright sunshine yellow. In this chapter we'd get introduced to lasers that can actually hurt Charlie, and this would be the first indicator that some of their current undercover outfits were absolute fucking dumpster fires.

In another planned plot, the team is cornered. Isaac's mask (the fox one, at the time) gets taken off by one of the Controllers, who is probably taunting them all and bragging about how he's going to get a promotion. This is the first time anyone in the group, this time being Edward, snaps. I'm not sure if you know or remember a specific scene from #10: The Android, but this kinda parodies that, in a way. Nobody talks about it for a long time, and Edward removes himself from missions for a while.

At the time I hadn't realized I had put Edward through enough hardships, so in another plot, it's discovered that select members of the Wolfe Pack are controllers (not Felix himself, but the Yeerks are definitely planning to get their hands on him for his money). The team overhears one of the pack-controllers talking to another pack-controller, something along the lines of "after Justin handles that part, Ethan will come get the rest of us and we can deal with everything from there." Stuff happens, yada yada, then lo and behold Edward comes face-to-face with, well.. not Evil Justin. Luckily, this would be the first mission with their new outfits, and nobody's cover is blown. Most people would probably never guess that Justin is my favorite of the jocks.

Drew starts the Yeerk Peace Movement single-handedly, coincidentally in that same story a cool new OC joins the team (you'll never guess how those two are connected) (the OC and Drew get to be roommates :) it takes some trouble to steal a portable Kandrona from the Visser). The third-graders are the ones to find the morphing cube, Edward pretty much has a heart attack when he sees Geno and his friends playing with it. If any other characters are revealed to have powers in IBVS, they might get unlucky and end up with David's role.

That, to the best of my memory, is all I had planned out.

-

Fourth! The fourth one! This one, similar to most of these, is just a concept.

A simple crossover where the Animorphs were sent to the IBVS universe as a sort of gameshow Ellimist and Crayak were placing bets on.

The Animorphs were informed that there is a group in this universe who were hiding a huge secret. If they discovered the IBVS, Ellimist won bragging rights. If they somehow significantly helped the IBVS, Ellimist won a entirely separate 'game' that he and Crayak were playing. If the Animorphs did not discover anything, Crayak won bragging rights. If they somehow significantly messed something up or made something worse for the Animorphs, Crayak won that entirely separate game.

Cassie, as confirmed in Megamorphs #4, is an anomaly who unconsciously breaks the timeline around her if it is not her own timeline. This show quickly becomes a race against the clock.

-

Other ones I've almost entirely forgotten:

(Similar setup to the casual version) The Animorphs somehow gets swept up in one of the IBVS's issues, assuming it had to do with the Yeerks. I believe they got into a fight with eachother at one point, not sure.

I'm almost certain there was some kind of power swap but the details entirely elude me.

David gets summoned via ritual gone wrong. He's probably possessing Isaac, he's regained his morphing powers, and he does not plan on going back.

One Echos remembered that I didn't: (setup: casual version. similar scene to the scene in #14 The Unknown) The Yeerks try again to do their grab-and-infest tactic from #14 at The Gardens while Foxfield High is having a field trip. The Animorphs, obviously, fight them. When the IBVS are going past on the ride and Nevin gets grabbed, the Animorphs and Controllers comedically stop to watch from the shadows as the IBVS use genuine fucking superpowers to fight off multiple aliens and then continue on the ride. The IBVS definitely thought those were demons. It was too dark and there was too much chaos to figure out who the superpowered kids were, but it would be really funny if Marco recognized Isaac as the kid he flirted with that one time.