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desertsweetheart · 15 days ago

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BORN TO DIE (1)

Summary : You’re not supposed to be at Figure Eight parties anymore, but you go anyway—wrapped in your mother’s red silk, chasing something sharp enough to feel. Then there’s Rafe Cameron: bruised knuckles, silver flask, and a kiss that tastes like bourbon and bad decisions.

Word Count : 4,438

Content : Lowk bad writing (so sorry for that), implied parental neglect/dysfunctional family dynamics, alcohol use, drug references, smoking (cigarettes), mentions of blood/violence, classism (technically??), underage drinking, tiny tiny age gap (18/20), may be more idk how to tag

The house was far too quiet for a Friday night. It was the kind of silence that didn't really mean peace, but absence, as if something was missing.

You sat on the edge of your bed in your black, lacey slip you had put on after a bath. Your hair was still damp at the ends and clinging to your shoulders, and outside, the sea breeze rattled the shutters, salt air drifting in through the cracks of your window frame.

The summer heat never quite left this room, even with the fan on full blast. You could hear the ocean if you listened hard enough—waves clashing together far off, mixing with the faint sounds of cicadas.

Your room was the only part of the house that still felt like yours. You'd made it your own little sanctuary—twinkle lights strung along every curve of the ceiling, stacks of old fashion magazines, perfume bottles, dried roses, and scented candles on every surface. When you light enough of them at once, you can almost pretend you live somewhere else. Almost.

Somewhere where rent was paid on time. Somewhere where the roof didn't leak in every room when it stormed. Somewhere where you weren't constantly playing maid for a mother stuck in a past that no longer existed.

The house was too big for just the two of you. Every room felt like it belonged to someone richer, happier. Someone from before all the termoil, the debts and foreclosure threats, before the gentle yet polite whispers from your private school teachers that you should apply for financial aid—at least you're away from them, now. Thank the Lord for graduating.

Downstairs, the TV played an old black-and-white movie on loop. You knew it by heart at this point—you could tell which film it was just from the sound. The clipped, dream-like voices of dead movie stars, the rise and swell of violins, the static buzz that came whenever the cable flickered.

She used to be the most beautiful woman in town. Everyone would say it—whether it be out of jealous or awe.

It was back when your family was invited to every gala, way before the money dried up and your father just up and left. Before people started whispering about their assumptions on 'what happened to that family'.

Nowadays, however, she looked like a faded version of the magazine covers you sometimes found hidden in the back of the closet. All cheekbones and smudged eyeliner with the smell of Chanel No. 5 overshadowing cheap vodka.

Delilah : party at kelces, im picking u up rn

Delilah : pls wear red

You just stared at the text for a moment, thumbs hovering over the screen.

Viv : and don't be boring

Viv : you NEED to get laid

With a sigh, you dropped your phone on the bed and stood up, walking over to your full-length mirror. The slip clung to your skin like glue made of silk. Your lips are bare, and your eyes are ringed faintly with the mascara you hadn't properly wiped off from yesterday.

You looked just like your mother. People told you that all the time—yet you're still unsure if it's meant as a compliment.

You turned towards your wardrobe and scanned it as if you were looking for armour. Red, Delilah told you—it's a bold colour, so a bold dress wouldn't hurt, right?

While rummaging around the drawers, you found a short, vintage silk dress your mother used to wear in her prime. It had a slit up the thigh with off-the-shoulder sleeves, and it still smelled faintly of perfume and old dust.

It zipped up like a second skin—as if it was made for you.

You threw on a pair of heels, twisted your hair up with the odd loose strand left out, and painted your lips the same dark scarlet as the dress. You smeared a bit of glitter under your eyes like tears rounding up, just ready to drop.

It's too much—which means it's perfect.

You didn't look like a girl with an overdrafted checking account or a now barely-there college fund. You looked expensive. Hair curled, makeup sultry, and a dress tight enough to show off every curve. Again—perfect.

You switched off your bedroom light and walked across the hallway quietly, pausing at the top of the stairs.

Your mum shifted on the sofa but didn't wake up—just mumbled a few incoherent words under her breath and rolled onto her side.

She was still in yesterday's dress, a silk robe tangled around her legs and a wine glass balancing on the coffee table in matching colours. Only one of her heels were on, and as you slowly walk down the steps so as not to make a sound, you notice the missing one in a flower pot.

A pang of melancholy shot through you—it always did when you gazed at her for a moment too long.

She used to throw the best parties in the Outer Banks. Champagne towers, live jazz, people dancing on tabletops. Now, she's either passed out with a bottle in her lap or talking to the pool boy (is he even getting paid anymore?) about tips on manifesting abundance. You weren't sure she even remembered what year it was most days.

You didn't say goodbye, didn't even properly step foot into the living room, just stepped out into the night and let the screen door shut quietly behind you.

The air smelled like magnolias and the low tide. Your heels clicked against the unstable concrete as you made your way towards the streetlight, where headlights were already cutting through the sunset.

Delilah's convertible idled at the curb, the sound of music thumping softly from the speakers filling your ears. Viv leaned out the passenger window, waving a cherry-red cigarette.

"Get in, slut," She grinned at you—just like she always did. She was always so sweet with her pet names.

You just smiled with a huff and climbed into the backseat, slamming the door behind you.

The car already smelled like too-expensive perfume and weed, still covered in glitter and rhinestones from the night before—oops.

Viv tossed you a plastic flask, and with zero hesitation, you took a sip—tequila. Initially, it burned in your throat, but as it made its way down, it warmed something inside of you.

"Gosh, you look like you came out of a noir film," Delilah said, looking at you through the rearveiw mirror as she adjusted her sunglasses, "Very tragic starlet. Lovin' it."

You smirked at her, plucking Viv's cigarette from between her lips and placing it between your own, taking in a long drag, and shrugged, "Felt like dressing up."

The car pulled away from the curb and sped off towards the sound of music, ocean, and ruin. You watched as the island blurred past—the old shops, the docks, the marsh, and then Tannyhill glittering in the distance like a palace as you drove past it.

Viv giggled when Kelce's house came into view, already bursting with excitement—which was nothing new.

"I heard Cameron punched someone last week," She uttered casually, reapplying lipgloss with the precision of a surgeon, "Like—full on hospitalised."

"Gosh," Delilah laughed, not even bothering to feign shock, "He's so hot."

You huffed under your breath at her words, idly blowing smoke as you stared out the window, taking in the scenery.

The closer you got to Kelce's house, the louder the bass pounded. It rattled the pavement beneath the tires and pulsed through your chest like a second heartbeat. You can only imagine how loud it is when you're there.

You could already smell the booze from the street, even with all the car windows closed shut. Someone had set off fireworks in Kelce's back garden, faint bursts of colour blooming in the distance like a warning sign.

How dramatic.

The Smith house was chaos—like most parties on Figure Eight were. The sprawling mansion loomed at the end of the cul-de-sac, half lit like a cathedral to bad behaviour, strobe lights blinked erratically from each floor, and a neon sign sign that read heaven or hell—choose wisely hung crooked above the garage, glowing red, white, and blue. As patriotic as ever were those silly frat boys.

Shadows drifted through the windows like ghosts behind sheer curtains. Cars lined both sides of the road—BMWs, Jeeps, old motorbikes, even a stolen golf cart was ditched in the front garden. A pogues getting fired from the country club in the morning.

Delilah hadn't even stopped the engine before tapping the breaks, pulling up to one of the few free spaces at the front.

"Here we are ladies," She sang, finally cutting the engine and reapplying her perfume with a few aggressive spritzes, "The gates of hell."

"You mean heaven," Viv corrected, eyes already scanning the crowd as she fixed a rhinestone hairclip into place with one hand while pointing at the neon sign with the other, "Choose wisely, remember?"

You giggled at her words and swung the car door open, practically hopping out as your stomach started twisting. The salt air was heavier here—thick with cigarette smoke, spilled liquor, sweat, and shitty perfume.

There was a never-ending plethora of bodies and heat in front of you. You could practically feel the hormones rising off the crowd like steam—girls were in glittering dresses, dancing barefoot in the front garden, and one guy was already passed out on the hood of a Camaro with a bottle loosely gripped in his hands. Laughter echoed from the back garden, and you could hear the occasional pop of a champagne bottle, quickly followed by a crowd of cheers.

It was the exact genre of party you weren't meant to be at anymore—the kind of party you used to be invited to without question, back when your last name meant nothing and your wardrobe hadn't started to feel like a costume.

"Shit," Viv breathed as you all approached the door, her smile sharpening as she spotted someone across the garden, "There's Barry. That cokehead still owes me eighty bucks, c'mon, De."

And just like that, she and Delilah veered off, disappearing into the crush of bodies with a kind of practiced grace. You paused for a beat before walking to the threshold.

The Smith house was a vision of chaos, like most houses with the adults missing for a business trip. The lights were too dim, the music was headache-inducing, and the wooden floors stuck to the soles of your heels.

It was always warm in here, like the house itself had a fever. People danced like they were trying to forget their own names, pressed together so close you could hardly breathe without inhaling someone else's breath.

You guided yourself through the entryway, making sure to avoid the couple making out against the wall as if they were some biohazard. The small dodge caused some guy to to stumble into you, sloshing beer onto the paneled flooring.

"Watch it," He mumbled, though not entirely unkind as he stumbled his way outside.

You didn't reply, didnt utter a small 'sorry', just continued walking as if on autopilot.

You made your way to the kitchen—if you could even call it that in it's current state. It looked as though a hurricane had passed through it—three separate people were climbing onto the marble island with drinks spilled across every surface, and a pile of discarded shoes were crowded in the corner. Why is everyone losing their shoes today?

You poured yourself something from a half-finished bottle of champagne, not even bothering to check the brand or flavour before you took a long sip, letting the golden bubbles fiz over your lips.

You're unsure what you want to happen tonight. Just that you want something to pierce through the constant, quiet ache that had been building in your chest like smoke the past few months.

You wandered deeper into the house, each room like a new level of delirium. In the den, someone was DJing on a vintage turntable. Girls danced on top of pool tables with matching bodycon dresses—each a desaturated colour of the rainbow. In the same room, a sofa was being used as a wrestling ring by two shirtless guys who looked as though they'd lost track of the rules.

Still no sign of anyone to liven up your night. Shame.

And it wasn't until you stepped out onto the back patio that everything stopped.

Rafe Cameron.

He was leaning against a stone wall, drink in one hand, and a cigarette in the other. He was talking to someone, staring them down with eyes lit like fuses. His shirt was open down the middle of his chest, collarbone slicked with sweat, and there was something smeared on his temple.

Blood, maybe? You couldn't tell from over here.

What you could gather—was that he looked wild. His irises were practically nonexistent at this point, overtaken by the black hole that were his pupils.

He looked beautiful—but unwell. Like something that could never be tamed. And, it was weirdly tempting to attempt to try.

His gaze flicked towards you before you could look away. And, it stayed.

Something electric passed through your body, sharp and fast like a spark plug. He didn't smile, didn't move, just looked at you as if you were a riddle he wanted to solve, as if you confused him beyond belief. Odd.

He didn't stop looking at you, not once. Even when the guy beside him—some Kook with a fresh tan and a crooked jaw—leaned in to say something in his hear, Rafe didn't blink. Just nodded vaguely, handed off his half-smoked cigarette and finished bottle without a word, stepping away.

Towards you. He's stepping away towards you. You didn't think this far ahead.

He didn't walk in a straight line—not with the state he's currently in. But he still managed to keep that slow, lazy swagger of someone who never needed to rush. Someone who already knew you wouldn't move until he got to you.

Your grip on the champagne glass tightened, the cold stem slick against your palm. For a second, you thought about turning and pretending you hadn't noticed him and finding Delilah and Viv—helping them with whatever problem they've caused now.

But, something kept you in place. Call it boredom, call it recklessness. Who knows?

When he stopped in front of you, it was like the rest of the party dimmed around the edges. The music was still pounding through the walls, voices still echoing from every crevice of the house—inside and out. But none of it seemed to matter.

He was taller up close, way broader too. His chest gleamed faintly with sweat beneath the half-buttoned linen shirt, collar popped lazily like he hadn't given a single thought to how good he looked—like it all came effortlessly. Which, it most definitely did for him.

His dirty blonde hair was ruffled, the edges curling from the heat mixing with salt. And above his brow, smeared dark and drying—a thin streak of blood, just like you had thought.

You didn't flinch, didn't smile. Didn't react in the slightest—still attempting to figure out how to handle Rafe Cameron approaching you.

"You always dress like this to parties?" He spoke first, voice low and rough. The kind of rasp that only comes from too many late nights decisions.

Your eyes flickered down to the way his shirt clung to his abs, then back up.

"Only when I want attention."

Wow, way to make yourself seem like a cheap whore.

Your response made him pause of a moment, before a slow grin tugged at one side of his mouth, almost like he was impressed, but not entirely surprised.

"Guess it worked."

You took a long sip of your champagne, attempting to calm your nerves before you dared to speak again.

"Don't flatter yourself," You began, "You're just the first person here who doesn't look like they're trying too hard."

That caught him off guard this time. But just for a moment. You could see it in the subtle twitch of his brow, like he almost hadn't expected you to talk back. As if he wasn't used to being challenged.

He stepped in a little closer, and the air between your bodies seemed to shift. Warmer, tighter—like the space was collapsing without either of you moving much at all.

"You've got a mouth on you," He stated, tone edged with amusement.

"And you've got blood on your face."

He blinked and slowly lifted two fingers to his temple, touched the dark smear, then glanced at the red now smudged on the pads.

"Right," He murmured, "Forgot about that."

"Whose is it?"

He just looked at you, that same small side-grin threatening to break free again, "Does it matter?"

You tilted your head, eyes narrowing slightly, "Haven't decided yet."

The tension seemed to pull tighter. Not hostile—but something else, something thicker and headier. Like the moment before lightning cracks across the sky.

You could hear your heartbeat now, thumping loud against your ears. He was still watching you like he didn't know what to make of you—like you were something unfamiliar, dangerous in your own right.

"I'm not scared of you, you know," You said after a beat, almost lazily, as if it was a plain, overused fact.

His smile was sharp this time, no hesitation to be found, "Maybe you should be."

"Maybe," You murmured, brushing a glitter-smeared knuckle beneath your eye, "I should've stayed home."

"But you didn't."

A silence settled between you. Deep, strange, and kind of tranquil in it's own way. The sort of silence where choices are made without the use of words.

You don't look away—and neither does he.

Rafe reaches into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out a silver flask, thumbs open the top, holding it out toward you.

You didn't hesitate for a second. You grabbed it, let your fingers graze his, and took a sip–bourbon. It was harsh and burning, but warm all at the same time, the sort of comfort that had nothing to do with taste.

"Wanna get outta here?" He asked, nodding towards the path beyond the deck that sloped down to Kelce's own private beach, "'S too loud. Can't hear myself think."

You considered it. Thought about you mother passed out in the living room—how when she wakes up she wouldn't even realise you'd gone as she goes to find another rich man to attempt to pursue (it never works, she's not as young as she thinks she is anymore).

Then think about your friends—did they even remember they'd taken you here? Despite going on about how 'you need it'?

You handed the flask back and let out a simple, "Sure."

His eyes flickered with something unspoken. No smile—but something close, something secret.

He led you past the patio and down a narrow path lit only by scattered tiki torches and the glow of the house behind you. The sound of the party grew fainter with each step—like leaving one world behind for another.

The music dissolved into a background hum of ocean breeze and far-off laughter. Sand crunched softly beneath your heels before you finally slipped them off and carried them in your hand.

Rafe didn't speak for the first few minutes, just walked with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, gaze fixed straight ahead, occasinaly glancing sideways to make sure you were still following.

He wasn't what you expected. Whatever that meant. The so-called 'golden boy' from a cursed family, always whispered about. Too rich, and too reckless to live long.

But, before you now, in the dark—he looked like just a man.

The beach stretched out like a painting, silver and blue beneath the flickering moonlight. The ocean was dark—inky black. The moonlight only catching the edges of the waves as they broke against the shore, and the sky was littered with stars. Everything felt suspended in time—quiet, soft, intimate.

"So, what's your deal?" He finally spoke. He looked over at you, his features shadowed by moonlight but still cutting.

You glanced over, "What do you mean?"

He looked at you, really looked, with his head tilted slightly like you were some puzzle he couldn't figure out.

"You just-" He huffed, "You just don't act like the other girls at these parties," He said, motioning vaguely towards the house, "You're not tryna fuck me. Or- I dunno. Maybe you are—but you're not obvious about it.

You couldn't help yourself and laughed at his words, "That's your baseline? If someone isn't throwing themselves at you, they're interesting?

He grinned, a quick flash of white teeth, "Nah. I just—fuck. I dunno. You've got that..." He waved his arms around while pointing at you, as if he doesn't know how to put it into words, "I dunno. I feel like you'll bite my head off if I say the wrong thing.

"I might," You indulged in his weird ramble, shrugging your shoulders.

His grin widened, "That. You're like...yeah..."

Wow. He's so good with words.

You stopped walking at the edge of the water and let the surf wash over your feet. Your heels were dangling from your fingers. Rafe stood beside you, glancing at the waves in the moment of silence.

Then, out of nowhere, he blurted out, "Do you ever wanna just, like...leave?"

You turned your head, frowning slightly, "Leave what?"

He shrugged, "This. Outer Banks. The parties. All of it."

You studied his profile—his jaws clenched tight, lips parted slightly, breath rising and falling like the tide. He got sensitive with you weirdly quick. Though, that's probably the drugs.

"I used to," You admitted quietly, "But it doesn't matter anymore—I can't leave so I shouldn't dream about it. I'll just get my hopes up."

He doesn't answer right away, just took another swig from his flask and handed it over to you. Again, no hesitation.

The quiet stretched again—but like last time, it wasn't awkward. It was thick and heavy. Like a string had been pulled taut between you, just waiting to snap.

When you gave it back, his eyes met yours. They were heavy with something unreadable swimming in them.

"You ever think about death?"

You blinked, your lips parting as you let out a small laugh on instinct.

"Jesus. You're a bit morbid."

"I'm serious."

"No. You're high."

That familiar grin returned—but slower this time. And something in it made your stomach twist.

And then he laughed—sharp and sudden, "Little bit. Still a serious question, though."

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around yourself as you thought about his question, "I guess. I dunno. I mean—it's gonna happen one day, I guess. Gotta prepare or somethin'."

He turned his body towards you fully, staring into your eyes—it was quite scary, in all honesty.

A beat passed, and his smile faded just a little, "Shit. That's morbid."

"You brought it up-"

He just shushed you, stepping closer. Close enough that you could smell the salt on his skin, the sweat, the bourbon on his breath. His gaze dropped to your lips, only briefly, and then flicked back up.

Something shifted in his face. His usual cocky veneer cracked—not gone, just shifted, like he didn't know what to say next.

You weren't sure who moved first. Maybe it was him, maybe it was you—maybe it was the both of you at the same time.

But suddenly, the space between you was entirely gone. His mouth brushed against yours—not quite a kiss, but not innocent, either. It was like a warning, or maybe a question.

You didnt answer with words, you just leaned in the remaining distance, and kissed him.

It was slow, yeah—but sharp edged. A tangle of breath and want. His hand slid to the back of your neck, the other settling on your waist. It wasn't sweet nor gentle, it was like lighting a match. Fast, hot, and borderline reckless.

His lips were warm, and tasted faintly of bourbon and cigarettes. You fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt on instinct, feeling the heat of his skin beneath it.

He kissed like someone who desperately needed it. Like he hadn't felt anything good in too long and he wasn't sure if this counted—but he'd take in anyway. And you let him.

The kiss deepened quickly—almost too quickly, maybe. Teeth grazing lips, tongues meeting in a rush of heat. You felt your back arch slightly as he pressed closer, his fingers digging in like he wasn't ready to let go. Like you might dissappear if he loosened his grip on you even a smidge.

His fingers slid into your hair as your bodies pressed closer—chest to chest.

When you finally pulled back, your breath was caught somewhere between your chest and throat, his forehead rested against yours—both of you silent except for the sound of waves and your own uneven breaths.

"That what you came here for?" He murmured.

You licked your lips, tasting only him on them.

"No," You answered honestly, "But I'm not complaining."

His mouth brushed the corner of yours again, lazy and lingering. Then, out of nowhere—

"You wanna come back to mine?"

His voice was casual, too casual. Like he wasn't even asking for real, just offering some silly thing offhand. But his jaw had flexed right after he said it. That tiny flicker that betrayed the truth of it.

You arched a brow, looking down at him through your bottom lashes, "Wow. Straight to the point."

He huffed, low under his breath, straightening up to look down at you.

"Ain't like that. I'm not—" He stopped himself, jaw ticking again, "I'm not tryna pull some shit, alright? Just...talk. Chill. Whatever."

You stared at him for a beat, caught off guard again. Rafe Cameron, of all the possibilities, asking you to just talk. He didn't even look at you when he said it—just starred off into the distance. Odd.

But it was the way he said it, so low and strangely careful, that made you pause.

"Okay."

"Cool," He muttered after a beat, softer now, "Cool."

Yeah, your night definitely ended with him pulling some shit. But you didn't complain at the time, and you definitely aren't now.

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sunnydr0pp · 4 months ago

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Started really enjoying red devil duo because of u,, I need to know all your hcs.for them pleaseeeeee

I have one for u that idk if you've already pondered yet but I've been thinking really hard about that cocaine and wine lyric from VoaC. The Thought is still forminf but something something nightmare blunt rotation in hell. They're each other's trip sitters and they are so bad at it

giggles and kicks my feet . another victim to my bullshittery /j

they are absolutely each others trip sitters . and by that i mean one of them goes to get stoned and then the other also ends up getting stoned so now everyone is high </3

in terms of my hcs i have the memory of a fucking goldfish and cant even remember half of my ideas but lets see what i got.. (under cut bc i yapped)

sometimes they subconsciously wrap their tails around each other if theyre close enough to each other . like holding hands but not

this isnt red devil duo exactly but i do not think heart and mind would be very fond of luci at first, especially mind

souls tolerance for weed is basically the lowest someone could get (like 5mg edible and he is knocked out) while luci could probably take 100mg+ casually and be semi functioning

that being said, soul prefers edibles while luci prefers taking hits off a bong

they write songs abt each other you cannot convince me otherwise (whether it be romantic or angst or whatever . im looking at you The U & I In Suicide)

i think they could be in denial about liking each other but for different reasons

- luci would probably be in denial bc some form of commitment issues . personally do not see him as the type to rlly have ever been in an actual relationship before

- soul would be in denial mainly bc hed rather keep luci at a distance due to the whole being in a loop thing and probably bc is his mental issues (as if luci wasnt equally is ill). also i think hed lowkey wanna keep luci away from heart and mind for awhile

heart and mind can see through soul so easily though and they tease him about luci every time the two even look at each other

constant flirt x easily flustered / not use to compliments ? absolutely

stealing this from a friend but their horns usually end up getting caught in each other when they kiss or smth

this is all i got rn but maybe ill come back with more later

#sunnydropyaps #chonny jash #cccc #cccc soul #cj thdph #thdph #red devil duo #sorry for all the weed hcs i am a stoner #(i smoked while i wrote this if u care)#lets be real soul probably has never had weed until luci came around #horrible influence /j #god i love these guys i love that ppl like them too </3

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 years ago

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May I please have a request of head cannons of TADC crew dealing with a clingy kid reader

Like two of them are basically plushies (Jax and Ragtha)

And please do take your time

TADC cast x clingy!kid!reader (platonic!)

YAHOO!! my back hurts but its okay because i drew my oc looking... (checks notes) "cunty" (doesnt know if theyre using the word right) anyways gonna knock out a few more requests; got that one friendship is witchcraft song playing on loop in my headphones so im typing like a speed demon rn RAAAAAAh

CAINE:

honestly hes probably the same with you, though like. with his eyes; he keeps an eye on you at all times. like i can easily caine being kind of negligent when it comes to kids and letting them get into harms way, but i also adore the idea of him fretting over you and trying to keep you safe. does not mind your clinginess, not one bit. always keeps close in IHAs, in fact we may even be able to joke that hes now a participant in his own games! he does it for both of your comforts, and to make sure you dont get hurt.. in cases where he cant be around, for whatever reason, he promotes bubble to babysitter to keep an eye on you; i think! reads you bedtime stories every night

POMNI:

i think i may have mentioned this a few times but pomni can get a little uncomfortable around kids; kids can be really wild and/or horrifically honest with no filter and pomni does not have the mental strength to cope, digital world or not/lh

with that being said it would take her a while to get used to you gravitating around her; i dont think she would tell you to leave her alone though. i mean, she tries to put herself in your shoes. shes losing her mind in this place and shes brand new and a grown woman. how is this effecting you? so she sticks around and just. embraces it, i think. probably checks in on you when you go to bed... kind of pauses when you ask her to stay, be it because you dont want her to go or because youre scared of monsters under the bed i think she would ultimately stay by your bed in a chair and watch over you

RAGATHA:

good news for hugging her, shes very soft thanks to the fact that shes literally a doll! honestly its rare that she would tell you to step aside so she can do something; plus like caine she generally likes to keep an eye on you to make sure youre not getting into trouble or danger,,, makes you plushies so you hang onto them when shes away and you miss her. like caine she also has a bedtime routine with you. maybe its because i just watched some adventure time today, but the ritual would be similar to sweet p's bedtime ritual (bedtime cheek kisses, tucking in, reassuring that youre loved ect ect ect) idk i just think ragatha would have that kind of energy when caring for a kid reader, clingy or not

holds

JAX:

one of the two characters who might get annoyed by your clinginess, especially in the beginning (oh boy i sure wonder who the other one is (looks at zooble)) and he might try to push you away and shoo you when you try to stick around him. might feel a little bad when he sees the sad look in your eyes when you turn away and walk away. jax, feeling bad for once? now thats rare

might try to bond with you by trying to teach you his ways of trickery; no one wants to see a kid sad, especially in a place like this and i dont think jax would be immune to your pouty face. older brother and little sibling dynamic, i think! i genuinely cannot see jax being fatherly, tbh

KINGER:

DAD KINGER DAD KINGER; do i need to say more? honestly kinger is very clingy himself with the people he cares about, given that hes lost so much he wants to make sure that those he cares about are still safe and sound. if anything, you might be the one asking him to dial it down a notch!/j

lets you snuggle up into him during bedtime stories, i think! like while the others who read to you would be sitting on a chair next to the bed, kinger would be close enough for you to lean into him if that makes sense. generally very sweet to you too, i think!

ZOOBLE:

the other one who would be a little annoyed by how clingy you are, again, especially in the beginning. zooble seems to really value their own personal time and space so its likely that they would try to set up a boundary; so you probably arent going to be able to spend every waking moment with them... that said i dont think they would exactly be... mean to you... like they dont hate you, they just tend to get irritated by small things! makes very clear communication, which is an important thing to learn! teaching moment! also cannot see them picking up a parental role, i can see them being the cool but angsty older sibling tbh. probably kind of freezes up when you hug them but does not push you away. does care deeply for you, just shows it in their own unique way

GANGLE:

oh you probably accidentally drag her around without fully meaning to! i mean im not sure how old the reader is, but lets say theyre on the younger side and they dont fully. mean to just drag gangle across the room. i mean its not like youre dragging her across the floor, at least! plus gangle is just so light, given that shes totally made of ribbon in the digital world. she doesnt really mind all the much, though... even if she did im not sure if she would speak up... lets you come and go into her room whenever, since sometimes you just miss her and she has enough trust in you not to mess with anything + sometimes you guys do arts and crafts together! yipee!

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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freaksstar · 1 year ago

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ALIEN STAGE: ROUND 6

guys. i dont think you understand. i literally watched alien stage the whole time it was going right. i watched round 6 when it came out in april. shed a few tears. not a big deal. moped for an hour.

i decided last night, why not go watch it again?

i get to round 6

i start sobbing

wtf bro

why'd i have to go do that to myself

because now the more that i think about it the more tragic it is. the song, the little details, the eyes, the setting, I DIDNT SIGN UP FOR THIS STOP IT 😭

im not coping very well currently so like idk how this is gonna turn out. might mope for the next WEEK and that isnt good cuz i need to ap bio homework. i cant ap bio homework when cure keeps playing on my spotify playlist because oh look i put it on loop. cure's the type of song that has me staring at a wall and all i can do is think about ivantill and then death.

so maybe i write a bit of alien stage soon!! to heal my broken heart. mizi and sua HURT, but they didn't hurt as bad as ivantill. mostly because it was the first round and i didn't know too much about them. sure, i cried, but i could only care so much.

idk i grew attached to ivantill. i don't even think it's ivan's death im acc sad about. YES, of course im sad about it, but i think im just more worried/scared to see how till reacts to all of this. does he regret it? does he loose in round 7? do ivan's efforts to keep him alive go in vain?

im gonna be fr rn, i actually think it would be better for my mental health if till died in round 7. DONT GET ME WRONG, i love till, he's actually tied with ivan for being my favorite character, but i think it'll hurt me more if in the end, till lives. because that means he can regret. that means he can be sad. and i think if both of them die, at least i can have a little peace of mind knowing that neither can be hurt anymore by the other's death. then again, if till gets saved by hyuna and mizi... not exactly complaining there.

luka... you're gorgeous but like the urge to punch you in the face... im conflicted.

yeah so that's that, stay tuned for other stuff i suppose!

#freaksstar’s rambles!!#freaksstar’s updates!#ivantill #alien stage #alien stage ivan #alien stage till #round 6 alien stage #alien stage mizi #alien stage sua #luka alien stage #alien stage luka #till alien stage #ivan alien stage #i wanna kms #im sobbing

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your-friendly-neighbourh00d-fag · 2 years ago

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TALK TO ME ABOUT KOBRA KID

KISSING YOU RN HI!!!! IM GOIGN TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT KOBRA KID

ok so ive decided:

he has heterochromia

he loves old movies, dr d had a pile left older and ghoul fixed him up a dvd player. his favourites are romcoms and stuff from the eighties. he also likes the karate kid.

he’s SHIT at gunfights [idk if this is canon or not but anyway] he always always does hand to hand if its possible

he fixes up his bike [which he nicknames Python cause he’s cringe] with cool racing stripes and red paint and stuff to match his gun. ghoul helps.

he’s ftm. whatever i do with kobra in any au, he’s ftm. my brain glitches when i read fics where he isnt. trans kobra. can anyone hear me.

he makes bad luck beads for everyone. the girl joins in, putting cool charms on them all.

autism

^ specifically he’s really touch sensitive and noise sensitive, if he has a meltdown its usually because of the latter, but sometimes he literally refuses to wear a shirt because it Feels Wrong. also his sunglasses are for light sensitivity yes, but also to avoid eye contact.

he also sucks at binding, he’s so irresponsible. forgets to do stretches, wears it for too long, smokes with it on. it drives the others INSANE, and ghoul’s the only one who can get him to actually take care of it properly.

everyone shares his clothes.

he’s got a super good memory, probably eidetic if any of the killjoys knew what that meant. he knows so many random facts about before the world ended.

^ he also really likes learning history, whether its from old books that he finds around, or oral retellings from older ‘joys.

he used to braid his hair, and so now that he’s the only one with short hair, he does everyone elses.

he can do weird body tricks like bend his arm out really far and curl his tongue and stuff. it makes jet so mad [in a joking way] because how! how does he DO that!

he loves colourful things. he has a pile of charms and beaded bracelets and stuff that he either loops around his belt hooks or puts on his wrists.

he has a really good singing voice, secretly.

he’s the only one of the four that uses a single set of pronouns

#piper's ask box #piper.txt.#kobra kid #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days #mcr #headcannons #funkobra #< barely but if i talk about those two just know in my brain they’re kissing

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callsignfangs · 2 years ago

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Idk if I've asked this before but like, really really tall reader x Gaz or soap. One of them idk..be as creative as you want pookie

U absolutely havent pooks dw abt it 😇 im in an absolute gaz brainrot rn so I’m gonna write this w him and maaaaybe add a soap one later 😚

Also ignore how this is bulletpoints my brain doesn’t like me and im eepy 💟

Gaz x Tall! Reader hcs 😚

• Mans is a PROFESSIONAL tree climber idc what anyone says. He could scale your arse in a solid half-second.

• He will attempt to climb you and he will succeed.

• Instinctively tugs at your shirt/arm whenever you’re going under something you might bump your head on.

• In the case he fails to prevent head bumps, he will force you to crouch in front of him so he can smother your poor little head in kisses and massages.

• Obsessed with being little spoon. He just loves being completely surrounded by your snuggly warmth.

• Won’t hesitate to either get on his tiptoes or even full on hop to give you little kisses.

• A bit obsessed with the size difference. He just loves flopping onto your chest or kneading at your hands and just taking in the sheer mountain that you are.

• Definitely demands piggybacks more than often. Expects full on princess treatment. /j

• (Mostly because he loves being pampered and cared for by someone actually bigger than him - and don’t even get me STARTED on if you’re stronger than him.)

• Alternatively, loves picking up/carrying you. Just seeing his stunning giant all shy and curled up in his arms sends him places.

• You’ll have him absolutely melting into you if you just casually stand behind him while he’s going about his day. Yk the whole; hands on their waist, face buried in their neck thing?? That. He’ll have to resist the urge to just drop everything and flop backwards into you.

• Can’t wear your clothes out, seeing as they’re waaaay too big on him, but they will be some of the only things he wears around the house. Casually walks around in a hoodie with a neck hole so big it almost slips down to his waist.

• Makes sure to get almost all of your clothes specially fitted. Can never find proper pants because they’re always too short or too baggy? Yep, you’re never gonna have to worry about that again.

• In absolute love with your legs, especially being buried between them. Not only in a spicy context, he just loves the feeling of being completely wrapped up in you, cuddling at your strong thighs like a koala. <3

• Also loves sitting between your legs without prompting. You’re stood trying to pick a channel? He’s tucked himself right under you. You’re sat doing paperwork? He’s contorted himself under your desk, arms wrapped around your shins and his head on your thigh.

• Will force you to be his weighted blanket on occasions. Usually when he’s had a particularly bad day/night, he’ll forcibly (with prior permission ofc) bury himself under you, revelling in the fact he can just curl up under you and be completely hidden away.

• Definitely teases you. Just a lil bit 😇

• Sometimes when you hug he’ll just loop his arms over your shoulders and sling himself up, wrapping his legs around your waist and claiming his spot.

• Literally FOLDS when you look down at him. Not in the, like, dropping your head to look at him, no, just the unmoving glance down at him.

• A lot of arm kisses. Mostly because it’s the easiest place for him to reach that’s still mildly appropriate (he’s dejectedly banned himself from nip kisses in public /j).

•Often when you’re busy, he’ll just drop himself in your lap and straddle your hips/thighs, tucking his face into your neck and snuggling up with his favourite person <33

#gaz #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #call of duty #cod #cod fanfic #gaz x reader #gaz x you #gaz x gn!reader #fangs asks

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arolesbianism · 7 months ago

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I've been thinking abt new game+ friend quests and it's just me going ah yes and they have all these issues and talk abt these things and oh oops this is all accidental foreshadowing

#rat rambles #stars posting #new game+#its a fun mix of stuff that will make for tasty chou breakdown material in due time #and stuff that is fun to imagine chou responding to because its smth that the sifs would respond to Very differently #but yeah I can basically hear the evolution of chou's inner dialogue overtime as I play out these scenes in my mind #the shopkeepers friendquest is mostly abt her low key freaking out abt realizing chou sees her as a friend and admitting she has a rly hard #time being honest with people about basically anything abt herself along with some extra stuff abt her having never rly had any long term #friends due to her having been constantly traveling since she was a kid #so theres like. several layers of stuff for chou's timeloop tumbled brain to chew on there lol.#the kid is mostly abt them realizing they cant remember basically anything abt their home and family at this point and freaking out #the leader is her admitting hes always been kind of jealous of chou (mostly due to chou having very loving parents)#and Im going to be honest Im still working out the tracker's friendquest #probably going to have smth to do with her mom? maybe her admitting that she's always wanted to go traveling but has been feeling trapped #under obligation to stay by her mom's side and her feeling like a bad daughter for leaving even in these circumstances #or smth like that. idk Ive had a headache all day I dont have the brainpower to make shit up good rn #I just took a shower a few minutes ago and its cleared the brain fog enough for me to type out some of my thoughts #so yeah idk beams visions at you of chou slowly forgetting more and more abt things outside the loops and freaking out over it #chou vc I think the moments the loops truly broke me was when I forgot my parents faces and names #the sifs .|#the real secret abt chou is that they are the normie of the three they just got timeloop tumbled real hard #they do still have hashtag issues ofc just different ones than the other two #but their loops definitely did a lot of the heavy lifting in fucking them up so hard #repeatedly becoming a stranger to the people you love isn't fun and neither is not having tears for easy looping #they can technically loop using the light's curse but that requires being able to see the light and even then its usually a slow burn #process to get fully cursed not smth you can just quickly do if you get stuck #anyways I need to go to bed gn gamers #hopefully loop plush will be here tomorrow if they're not I'll cry rly hard and throw up

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day-mark · 6 months ago

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random question since you have a drusic quote in your profile: what sort of music do you enjoy?

oh thats a tough question tbh 😭 for genre i feel like its mostly pop and then followed by rock?? here i'll give u a small list of the current songs i have on loop/faves .. i feel like that might be more revealing if ur interested in listening!

always, everytime - the wrecks (Obsessed w this song rn, helps that i can relate some of the lyrics to dream lmao)

cheerleader - porter robinson

the adults are talking - the strokes

violet - wild party

dont sleep, repeat - 44phantom ft. mgk (shout out dream for this one LOL, i steal music from him a lot)

strange clouds - ufo ufo (xdnf song to me. if u /like/ that ship -> i like it in the, "their dynamic is so interesting and goes hard" not necessarily a romantic ship kinda way if that makes sense

pick me up - too close to touch (lot of the lyrics remind me of dream too o(-( i wanna make an art piece w some of the lyrics so bad actually )

2 a.m. - the candescents (fun fact, my manhunt fic i was planning out like 4 years ago was named after a lyric in this song)

harms way - stepdad (always wanted to make a manhunt animation to this song!)

ludens - bring me the horizon (u guessed it.. also wanted to make a dsmp/cdream focused-ish animation for this song)

falling - chase atlantic (i remember so vividly.. day of the face reveal.. someone dropped an edit of dream to this song and i associate it with him so hard to this day and im SO SAD i didnt save the edit bc i couldnt find it ever again :(((( )

all over - cruisr (reminds me of dnb but i dont think ur into that haha)

heaven is a place in my head - bad suns

baby blue shades - bad suns (srry got reminded of this song bc of the last one and i think it would sound soo pretty if dream covered it. idk anything about like vocal ranges and stuff tho so idk if itd actually fit, i just think its a pretty sounding song 😭)

figure 8 - peach pit (ALSO a song i think would sound so pretty if dream covered it :3)

bleed magic - idkhbtfm

modern day cain - idkhbtfm

and here are some more out of the box(?) ones

amanita - marmalade butcher

katagiri - buta musou

ENTIRE OKAMI SOUNDTRACK !!! it's so good one of my favorite video game osts of all time

trilogy - carpenter brut (i listen to this when i need to focus lol)

chasing daybreak - fire emblem three houses ost (also a very good soundtrack!! love So many of the songs)

god shattering star - fe soundtrack ^

blue skies and a battle - fe soundtrack ^ (definitely missing a lot of the tracks i also like but i'll just put a few cause this post is already getting so long 😭)

fsdjklfhsdjkf this turned into me just sharing songs bc i associate them w dream in some way 😭 I REALLY LIKE SHARING MUSIC W PEOPLE

also random question if u use spotify/similar app, do u like all the songs you enjoy?? sometimes i see people with liked songs in like. the hundreds including my sister. and i was talking to a coworker about music and she says she rarely likes the song and usually adds it to a playlist or listens by album. meanwhile i have 1.6k 😭

#ask #i have some cawesamdream songs too ..#keep talking to me about music idk i just like yapping about ittttt #THIS GOT SO LONG IM SORRY BUT ONCE I STARTED LISTING SONGS I COULDNT STOP #theres so many more i could add too..

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mo0l · 7 months ago

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metaphor refantazio is such a confusing game, I've really struggled to get into it. Not confusing like I don't get it, but idk a lot of bosses P5 would let you retry you get sent back to a save 20 minutes ago instead, but you can reset any battle youre in during any of your own turns? what is this backwards fucking design philosophy. i entered a dungeon where one of the main enemy types cant even take damage to 4 out of 5 of the types of damage i can deal, and the 1 type of damage i can do requires 2 party members to not be burned, which is 90% of the attacks they do. I just reset a miniboss that spawns them like 50 times trying to minmax through and i got close a handful of times but in one attempt i got unlucky and they killed all my party members and now i have to go ALL THE WAY BACK to the start of the dungeon because there werent any saves along the way,,,,,, also the story is kinda ass and theres barely any character dynamics amongst the group like there were with all of the persona games,,, i get that its meant to be more serious i just think that that was always the weakest elements of persona storytelling, like the serious worldbuilding stuff,,, so to make a game based around that spcifically seems like such a bad idea conceptually,,,, idk I'm gonna keep playing and giving it more of a shot and maybe im just mad rn about this, I haven't found myself enjoying the gameplay loop as much as persona either,, dungeons are fun but battling is a bit of a mixed bag, which probably means playing on hard isnt the best idea

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j3naissance · 8 months ago

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the concept of heaven is actually so fucking scary. like hell is eternal suffering so heaven is eternal peace. wouldnt eternal peace be as bad as eternal suffering in the sense that its never ending? so everyday in heaven would be a good day but how would we know its a good day if everday is like that? idk the idea of it just makes it out to be something great which it is but it definitely sounds like smth id get bored of really quickly. like if i ever spawned in heaven(not likely) but id have a serious panic attack bc wdym all my days are gonna be the same exact thing? like i already hate my life rn bc its the same thing everyday, go to school, come back, have an identity crisis, talk myself out of kms, cry myself to sleep, wake up and have a meltdown bc im going to school then repeat. i hate the loop(yves reference?) but maybe im just really paranoid and heaven is gonna be really lit🔥🔥🔥

#get it?#lit?#HAHAHAHAHAAH #“youre so funny @norm4lgirl” we scream in unison #goodnight #honk shoo #*lullaby music*

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witchinatree · 1 year ago

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ok listen i finished outer wilds yesterday (and just replayed the ending for good measure)

**SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING (OBVIOUSLY)** please note i do NOT have the completed ship log and i dont know what im missing so be cautious around spoilers?? i guess?? idk if i get spoiled its kinda my bad for posting about outer wilds

anyway!! my girlfriend was like "wow you didnt have an emotional reaction like at all" and 1. no i was tearing up and am still tearing up rn but 2. because i don't think it was that sad? yes, everyone dying and the sun exploding and shit just getting fucking real was tragic but it was also a new beginning

all of those stars we saw were new beginnings, hell even hearthians themselves were once new beginnings i don't see this game as a tragedy i see it as a cycle of ends and beginnings like the cycle of repeatedly being blown up by the sun, except it wasn't permanent, so new life couldn't build from the pain we endured (i have roughly 158 loops worth of gameplay. christ.) in order to have a beginning you have to have an end i remember thinking my goal was to prevent the sun from exploding, but ultimately that wasn't possible our only option was to accept our fate and prepare for what comes next things have to die for more things to live and it just so happened it was our turn to die (hey yttd reference)

anyway the point i'm making is i think this game was incredible, stunning, beautiful, and an important depiction of the real permanence of our existence one day will be our end, but that will create a new beginning, we just won't be there to see it

#sorry i love this game like so much #my girlfriend bought it for me and i was like ooh cool space game and then bam the cycle of creation and destruction #and i was like holy shit #the cycle of creation and destruction #i think its devestating that hearthians died and i think its devestating that humans will die but there will be an after #i think we need to start seeing “i will die but the universe will still exist after me” as a positive thing #your end will be another's beginning #jesus fucking christ #sorry i did not mean to get that deep #outer wilds #outer wilds spoilers #outer wilds game #also should i get the DLC?????#i shit myself over anglerfish a lot and my girlfriend said its worse #can we get a “my girlfriend” counter on this post good lord

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malt-rants-and-stuff · 1 year ago

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hey... hey psst. psst. kim dokja. i keep thinking about him because he really seems like the kind of guy i like. time loop guy with a dissociation metaphor thing going on??? and also a play on the self-insert trope?? that's all i REALLY know i think. i dunno how you feel about these kinds of questions but im curious to hear ur thoughts on him. i might never get into orv because the length of it alone requires a grindset of some sort even if you end up in the hyperfixation trenches i feel like, which is something i've been going through with MY game but like. it looks more intimidating when you're not already into it i think. in any case would u ever wanna talk about him...

KIM DOKJA OH MY GOD

you don't even know what you're doing to me rn. if anything I have Too Many thoughts about him it's actually insane.

idk what level of detail I should talk about him at since you said you aren't sure if you'll get into orv but like. ouuughhh kim dokja. need to study him in a controlled environment so bad.

okay but here's the thing about him. it's not really a time loop or at least that's not exactly the biggest part of the angst here though it is partially. especially its about yoo joonghyuk (protagonist) regressing every time he dies and one day kim dokja (reader(orv mc)) shows up and changes the timeline and makes things go better than they ever had but also he won't stop dying because he so desperately wants what he thinks is the Best Ending and that ending had yoo joonghyuk and everyone else happy and away from the apocolypse but that ending never included Him and it's so fucked.

yoo "you fool, if I regress will I meet you again?" joonghyuk and kim "it was a good story, wasn't it yoo joonghyuk?" mother fucking dokja. they need to be stopped. but then they can't just have me be insane over them because here comes han "this story is for that one reader" sooyoung who will do Anything to save kim dokja even when he won't let her and the THEMES oh they are delicious. yoohankim make me so sick it's crazy

the never ending cycle of sacrifice turned self-sacrifice, I was made for you I made you I was made for you, the truth of omniscient reader's viewpoint was that it was never going to end well no matter how desperately they wanted it to happen.

Kim dokja will never let himself be saved, yoo joonghyuk will never stop searching for him, han sooyoung will never stop trying to be his savior. Kim dokja doesn't see himself as worthy of their love he doesn't think he is necessary but when he's gone they just fall apart. Mr. International Terrorist and Ms. Interdimensional Mass Murderer. That one reader who they did all of this for. who they spent thousands of regressions, hundreds of years, unknowable numbers of timelines trying so hard to save. and even after all of that, after the pain and the memory wipes and the separations and the death and just. everything. it will never be enough. Because this is a story for that one reader and he will never stop reading. he will never come back to reality. Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint is a trap of yoohankim's own desperate making. their collective failure to save each other like they saved everyone else is actually astounding.

Kim dokja is everyone we are all kim dokja etc etc, on his deathbed (one of many) he once made the one that he loves most kill him and everyone had just spent multiple chapters fighting to figure out who it was and it was so clear all along that it was painful. the usage of reading skills to tell the story of orv is so cool, the way that you can feel the foreboding energy through every word leading up to it, i fall apart over this book istg. you can clearly tell I have no coherent thoughts on them from this lmao.

also the themes around suicide and healing and regression (haha) and forgiveness and unhealthy love that burrows into your skin and wraps tightly around your bones and death and life and also there is a scene where kim dokja litterally says "eat the dirt yoou joonghyuk." and yjh does and I felt like I needed to be put down like a dog because I was laughing so hard while also crying over literally everything else going on. there is a point where the novel subtly changes from first to third person to signify the effects of something and when I realized it I literally broke down sobbing but it's so amazing like this story really takes advantage of its medium to tell the story it wants to tell. the story for that one reader. also the fourth wall is a actual character in this and its literally amazing, sassy shit who calls kim dokja out on his bullshit while also helping him. they go to a library and I kid you not I have never felt so heartbroken over two characters in my life than I did when one of the children kdj took in as his own acknowledged that he had become a side character type at one point in the novel and that kdj didn't love him as much as the other kid bc he was right it was true he did get pushed off and no one said anything because that's just expected when these types of long books have a pretty decently sized main cast but like in context the usage of this trope only to use it for character writing later was just evil and wrecked me.

the real kim dokja was the diagnosis I got along the process of reading this damn novel

#rip this is more about orv in general than just kdj but it's 3 am and I lost control #malt asks #cattywampers #malt rants #sorry for any typos I am about to pass out but anyways

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 years ago

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Gooooood day to you wonderful author! I hope you’re having a swell time and that those pesky wasps called negativity are swatted and shooed away. I’ve scrolled your work and have thoroughly enjoyed your stories and thoughts, so maybe if you would be so kind as to hear me out, I’d gladly pay you a penny for my thoughts!

The TADC work is brilliant, and thus I had an idea! What if this rambunctious crew, met a their S/O who is rather cartoony in nature and take to the world of the circus rather well, being bouncy, stretchy and all around a ball of joy as they embrace this toon power they’ve been given.

The idea came to me when I was fiddling with a sticky hand, whilst rewatching the pilot, and thought how amusing it would be to see someone embrace these looney toon abilities.

TADC cast x cartoony!reader !

yahoo i now have some down time to take a crack at requests today! im making gingerbread cookies, peppermint macarons w/ white chocolate ganache, and double chocolate macarons! all for a friend as a christmas gift! yahoo!! waiting for the first bath of macarons to dry out before baking; cant do both since i only have one decent sized pan that can pit my silicone mat without it bending... bent macarons..... thinks also dullahan by worthikids has me in a death grip rn so im playing that on loop while i tackle these requests i am going to go insane!

CAINE:

oh this man fully embraces it... in fact he even encourages it, i think! i mean caine himself is pretty whacky and cartoony, it only makes sense thats hes going to really enjoy you. i think his approval may lead to you being a little more rowdy than you normally would be with anyone else... likes to use IHAs to see how far your funny physics can go... bonus if you get those little... emote things when you're feeling an emotion particularly strongly (ex. hearts for adoration, the red vein for anger or annoyance, the blue line things to express sadness or disgust and the like. stuff like that idk i just think that would be neat). you guys get outright silly with it, totally funky, completely strange you know? whimsical, even! plus i like to think that caine has a touch more "cartoon physics" than the others but thats just admin being silly

POMNI:

obligatory "pomni is put off by it at first thanks to her being new and having to adjust to the physics of this new digital world.... well adjust to the digital world as a whole" so without a doubt, shes going to look mildly uncomfortable or confused when you just fully embrace to funky cartoon physics of the world. in fact it even looks like your physics are even more cartoony than everyone else's... odd.... i think it would take her some time to get used to it, but she wouldnt try to be rude about it or make you feel bad for her surprise discomfort, you know? doesnt like when your rambunctiousness makes you a little reckless, though, but thats just her care for you showing! you can be a little overwhelming for her, sometimes, by being all... bouncing off the walls... literally and physically... communication is key here if you guys want a decent relationship; be it romantic or platonic

RAGATHA:

for the most part she loves you for who you are, and your randomness and shenanigans do put a smile on her face more often than not. she just finds you so endearing, and finds your funky physics to be just as cute! buuuuut.... sometimes you can get overwhelming... ragatha already has so much on her plate, with being this beacon of optimism for herself and others, the IHAs, having to make sure no one is at each others throats.. i mean i know we only have the pilot to work off thus far but ragatha gives me mediator vibes. so getting back on topic, i do think that sometimes she needs to be firm and let you know to tone it down, or to let her have a moment to herself because the last thing she wants to do is make you feel bad if she gets too irritated... holds

JAX:

another obligatory thing but you can stretch and squash hes going to try to find a way to tie that in with a prank or one of his jokes. now if youre teaming up with him or the one being pranked really depends on how jax feels; because i think even his "partner in crime" wouldnt be immune to his bullshit. but consider, given the readers personality, what if theyre a little bit of a prankster themselves and they utilize their extra bounciness for pranks; effectively starting a prank war with jax. like imagine the chaos that would spew from something like that. i could go on a tangent for that, but the admin has a pea brain rn TToTT

has probably crushed you down into a ball shape and used you as a bowling ball. throws you. au where reader is in the circus but theyre the bowling ball jax throws at kinger

KINGER:

honestly he might mistake you for an npc at first and be wary of getting close to you because... well you arent real... except you are..! it takes him a while to realize that, he didnt know someone as whacky as you could exist, and hes been here for a long while! that said when you guys do befriend each other. please try to tone down any recklessness that may come with your rambunctiousness, this poor old man is already stressing out enough about things...! dont give him a heart attack,..! though i guess the bonus of having funky whacky body physics is that you give good hugs and/or cuddles since you can easily and comfortably wrap yourself around the other person.... ponders... so you know what, at least hes comforted via that

ZOOBLE:

easily irritated so you guys are going to have to work together to make things word; so zooble doesnt too overstimulated and so you dont have to change or greatly suppress yourself. say it with me: communication is key, baby!!! definitely takes a lot of time to make something work.... stealing this idea from jax's part, but if youre in the middle of a prank war with jax, where its just you and him going at each other zooble is going to be sliding you ideas and perhaps might come up with ideas to utilize your weird anatomy... very evil, they just want to see jax get karma, i think...

GANGLE:

also can get easily overwhelmed with your wild personality, but not so much in an "overstimulated" way and more so a... wait no i guess thats the best wording for it? plus gangle seems to be the type of person to enjoy her calm and quiet peaceful time, when shes not thrust into the chaos of an IHA... so similar to zooble, you guys are going to have to do a lot of communication and teamwork if you want a good relationship. gangle DOES feel bad, though, like she is inconveniencing you... please reassure her... not many ideas for the whacky physics thing here, simply because i dont think she would have any special thoughts about anyone's looks or bodies if that makes sense

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