#lordy I hope I tagged this enough

[myfandomrealitea]

Minor rant, but I recently found your blog and think you may find this amusing (of course ignore as well if i misjudged! 💕)

I got into a baffling conversation with someone I share a server with, and it reminded me again that “antis” just… don’t think. Ever. And I knew that, but getting hit in the head with the reality always throws me for a loop no matter how many times it happens.

In my current fandom, I tend to only write character studies, longer plotty fics, slice of life, and that type of thing. It’s simply what currently has my attention. I do have content on my AO3 antis would drop dead at, but for a different fandom than is for the above server, so I don’t think this person (or others) realise that. Shows that they do know how AO3 filters work, as they’ve said they filter for this ship/fandom on my page, but that’s a different issue all together

Anyway, this person was *stunned* when I said I ship and let ship, and am 100% proship, full stop, no matter what. She seemed convinced that all proshippers write and like “evil (her words) content”. I of course mentioned that I’ve written all of AO3’s content warning, read it in fic, published books, and said content is 100% in the book I’ve been slowly writing, and that i support it. But I digress.

Where the conversation truly lost the plot was when she brought up that I don’t like certain themes, and am admittedly picky af with what I read??? And yes, I am. As are a lot of people. She could not comprehend this. She (and a few others who jumped in) seemed to think that, aside from proship meaning problematic ship, it also means someone who is proship has nothing they don’t like. I just. Okay. Maybe I’ve curated my fandom and online presence too well, but I’ve thankfully avoided this line of thinking before. I’d say I hope it’s not common, but I feel like it probably is 🙃

I have so many boundaries and things i hate. I am, at my core, a hater. My dms with small friend groups are full of me hating on tropes, ships, etc, I hate. But I could not give a flying fuck if others like them, and wow she could NOT get this. I have writers on AO3 I’ve blocked because I don’t like how they write certain things, or just don’t like how often they appear in the tag. I have no issue with them as people, I just know how to curate my fandom experience.

One of the people who was contributing to the conversation reached out afterwards in DMs and seems to (hopefully) be rethinking things, and realising that they’re very much proship. Picky with what they like, but proship. Small and unexpected victories!

Every day I grow more concerned for society as a whole.

The 'proship means problematic thinking' thing I can vaguely understand because its been an anti-propaganda tagline for so long, and they're very effective at being loud enough to be convincing.

But the rest?

Lordy.

[jhoneybees]

Stutter

Lordy lord☝️

Hehehe another fic! This one is a John Carpenter fic and I hope you enjoy it!! I was watching the 'Change of Habit', movie yesterday and thought he's such a nice man😮‍💨 and here's a fun fact about me if anyone is interested is that I have a stutter! The reader in this fic has one as well! It's a pain in the a- @hooked-on-elvis for the tags !!

My brain is finally cooperating with me again but I don't wanna jinx it 🫣 And I'm sorry that a lot of my fics include crying, I just can't get enough of crying comfort fics😭

Characters: John Carpenter X stuttering!reader

Warnings/triggers: Doctor clinics, stuttering, crying

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This week hasn't been going smoothly for you, and it’s all your stutter’s fault. One thing you couldn’t spit words out when a couple of ladies were asking you for directions to the nearest post office and then when you had to call the dentist to make an appointment, it tied your damn words down. It’s absolute torture and you were so fed up with it. You've had this speech impediment for as long as you can remember and everyday you wish it would just disappear, out of your life, away from your worries but you had to learn that it's only fair for each individual to have their own problems in their lives but you still thought about that wish of yours. Sometimes…Well daily it makes you cry thinking about how hard it is to deal with.

Something that helps your stutter though is John, John Carpenter, your beloved boyfriend. He's always been there for you whenever you want to pour all your concerns out, about anything your brain can think of. He’d always listen and you couldn't ask for any other guy than him, he's all you need. Just someone who would look past your evidently painful stutter and just patiently waits for your next words. He knows about your stutter and understands how hard it can be because he often works with people with problems like this and he has told you several times if you want help, he is always there but you just think John has enough on his plate of taking care of himself and his patients so having his girlfriend to take care of as well? In your brain it seems like it's too much for him. Yes John is a doctor and that’s his job to take care of others but oh you couldn't possibly burn your wonderful hard-working boyfriend out, you really couldn't bother him with your problems even though he wouldn’t mind at all and would be happy to help.

One afternoon, as you were sitting on the couch those worrying thoughts were constantly circling your mind and you just wanted them to go away so you decided to go to John's clinic for a visit, to get your mind off things.

As you arrive and open the door into the foyer, you peer through the window of the clinic door to see John talking to a patient, who you think is the last one for the day. Quietly you turn the door knob and make your way inside. John notices you walk in so he says goodbye to the patient and waves a hand to gesture for you to follow him. Taking you to his office for some privacy. “How's my girl doing hm?” he asks as he watches you close the door and hang your purse up on the cloak stand. You hum softly “Good, b-been good” silently sitting down on a chair opposite from his, brushing a strand behind your ear. John smiles, “Busy week?” You shake your head and lift your eyes up to look at his “N-no, p-pretty quiet this week…I-I- I didn't have a lot on my sched-..schedule” nodding his head he hums in response. “Aren't ya lucky… been crazy busy in the clinic this week” he sighs and snickers to himself.

You smile small and giggle slightly “Mhm, a-alot of..of- of sick people?” asking in a quiet tone. John chuckles “injured, mostly injured” nodding as your eyes trail down to the papers on his desk, the troubling thoughts crawling back into your head. “Mhm…” John's smile returns and his eyebrows furrow a little. “Something on your mind honey?” your eyes dart back up into his and you laugh nervously and brush it off “Oh no..N-no just- just tired ‘s all” giving him a small smile before you go back to your zoned out state. With his ankle resting on his knee and leaning back in his chair and his hand wiping under his nose, he watches you quietly. Seeing your eyes sadden and your arms resting at your sides, presuming you were twiddling with your thumbs under the table. “Ya sure you're tired?” Earning a silent nod. He stays silent for a few moments, continuing to watch as you sulk. “You don't look tired..” he states, you breathe in briefly and look at him “John, I am just tir-...” he raises an eyebrow making you sigh. “Fine I'm not tired” your posture slouches. John breathes out “What's ya thinking about baby?” tilting his head to the side, his eyes staying glued to your face. Looking down at your lap, you bite your lip gently “M-my…my s-s-stut-” you huff out being so sick of it, John nodding slowly “Take your time honey” you take in a deep breath and slowly break down the word “stut..ter, stutter”

It’s embarrassing, making tears well up in your eyes and you shyly wipe your nose. your breath trembling, “I-its annoying…it- it really is'' John's face softens and he leans his body closer, resting his arms on the desk. Humming softly, he listens as you tell him your woes. “I'm sick of it…s-so sick of it” your breath hitching quietly before an unexpected sob escapes your mouth.

“Aw honey…” you bury your face into your hands. John gets up from his chair and walks around his desk, shifting your chair to face him as he kneels on one knee. Clicking his tongue and prying your hands away to cup your cheeks. His eyes move from one eye to your other as you pitifully cry.

“I-it’s so annoying! E-every t-time I try to speak..i-it won’t let me!” you sniffle, John nods and hums then a small grin grows on his face “You’re speaking right now” he raises an eyebrow and snickers softly, you gently swat his shoulder “I meant speaking clearly!” you exclaim making John laugh louder “M’sorry I know what you mean darling, I know” his hands rest on your knees, caressing with his thumbs. You wipe your tears away with the back of your hands, sniffling one last time. John smiles “Want a hug?” he asks as he holds his arms out, you accept. Both standing up “ It really is a pain isn’t it?” he sighs, you nod quietly as you rest your head on his chest and wrap your arms around his waist.

John sighs again and kisses the top of your head, rubbing your back soothingly. Staying quiet for a while before John speaks up “Would a lollipop make you feel better?” to which you agree “mhm…” Pulling away, John walks back around to open a drawer to pick out a lollipop for him to walk back, holding it in front of you “Here..” you shyly take the sweet and attempt to open the wrapper, frowning in frustration. John shakes his head and chuckles again “I’ll get it” taking the lollipop out of your hand and with ease, he unwraps it. “Thank you” you say quietly. Pecking your forehead lightly, John admires you with love in his eyes.

“it’ll get better through time”

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

that's japanese btw :)

Yeeee, lol a couple of people have let me know this now and it's so fucking funny because I literally HAD the thought "Boy I sure hope the 4 months I took of Chinese and of Japanese amd the year I spent dating a Korean girl who ancestor apparently helped document the Korean language for the past couple of centuries was enough for me to ACTUALLY correctly identify these characters given what I'm saying"

And then immediately landed on the wrong gotdamn character set. It was like a flag in my brain warning me of my own hubris.

In my defense, I **do** sort of thing it supports my broader point, but lordie it would have been nice not to be such a ninny on my own tags

[pertinax--loculos]

First Line Tag

I was tagged by @ashen-crest -- thank you so much! ^_^

The rules state: share the first sentence of your last ten stories. If you haven’t written ten stories, share as many first sentences as you have.

So this is fun, because I’m a non-linear writer, so we may have to dive into the archives to find actual first lines. (Spoiler: this was a fun ol’ time. :D) Also, because I have an acute inability to perceive the singular in the word ‘line’, odds are there’s gonna be a few of these where they’re, y’know... lines. Fuck it, we ball.

Not sure who has and hasn’t done this, so randomly picking some people (absolutely no pressure if you don’t like tag games or whatever!): @oh-no-another-idea ​, @indecentpause ​, @kaatiba ​, @kaiusvnoir ​, @idreamonpaper ​, @albatris ​ and @isherwoodj ​!!

Hokay, here we go:

Absent That Night:

Latrell stared at the blank space on the wall, incensed.

ATN2 (sequel to Absent That Night):

This was not the first time Latrell had found a body in the middle of his crime scene.

It was the first time he didn't personally know the victim. So. That was novel.

CASCADE

“So you are aware what the conditions of this agreement are, Mister Johns?”

Jay leaned back in his chair, the chains binding his wrists and ankles clanking. “I’ve been given the pitch, yeah.”

Forgotten Fates

I’m gonna die because of a fucking dretter.

It’s hard to parse what’s happened in the past ten minutes or so. I just know that it’s happened, it’s happened fast, and it’s happened because I didn’t trust my instincts enough to believe what they were telling me about that message.

___RISK IT

Calden Bray was a tricky motherfucker, but fortunately I knew how to handle him.

Out of Containment (OOC)

In his dreams, he’s still there.

He walks down winding corridors that have nothing to distinguish them from the rest. Windowless, with repeating patterns on the carpet and featureless beige walls, there’s no way to tell which direction he’s going. Some latent sense of direction convinces him that they twist and turn, but there’s rarely proper corners. Intersections are even rarer.

Abandon All Hope (aka scifi horror idea)

Maddie woke to screaming alarms.

Nightmare scenario. Literally enough that it took her a few moments to realise that she wasn’t dreaming, that this was actually happening, that she was waking to red flashing lights and mechanical wailing filling her head.

Hindsight

Sometimes I wonder if it would've made more sense to get a prosthesis.

In the Shadows of Stars (now we’re really getting to older stuff, my lord)

The profile that Zayra had compiled narrowed the options down to two places.

They were both bars, both on the seedy side, both fairly well known as the establishment to go to if someone wanted to procure something that wasn’t strictly legal. They were also about as far apart from each other as they could possibly be whilst both remaining on the same planet; one in the towering structure that made up the East Dock, one hidden in the sprawl of the West Dock. And no matter how hard she tried, Zayra could not be in two places at once.

aaaaand Hellbent (lordy 0.o)

"What's the matter Lukas? You're not scared, are you?"

"No," Raleigh lied.

[lordabovehelpme]

Grounded- Javier Peña x Reader

Summary: After a long tiring day at work, Javier comes back home to you. 

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You can hear the door open and close as you stir from your sleep. A deep long sigh echoes through the apartment and you can hear various clothing fall onto the floor.

Peeking one eye open, the harsh red numbers of 3:23 stare back at you. The blanket lifts and a strong body slides in next to yours. Warm hands instantly wrap around you and pull you as close as they can. Like the last piece to a puzzle, your back fits against his chest. Your hand moves to rest over his and idly scratch the golden skin.

“Javi?” Your eyes stay closed as his name falls from your lips.

A kiss is pressed to the back of your head. “Hermosa…”

His voice breaks, overfilled with sadness. His arms squeeze you and once again that deep sigh graces the world. The tone he holds is something you’ve only heard a few times.

“I just need to hold you.”

And so he does.

The harsh smell of smoke from too many cigarettes lingers on his skin. It floods and mixes with the whiskey on his breath. It’s the scent that you’ve come to love. To crave. To need.

Slowly, you turn around in his arms to face him, bringing your hand to reach up and scratch at his scalp. He groans and his hands flex on your back.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

His eyes peel open and stare down at you, sadness swirling and yet they soften at the sight of you. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin.

“Tomorrow.”

You pull him into a firm hug and mutter, “ok.”

The two of you stay like that for a while, him just holding you and you rubbing various muscles of his. A frown works its way onto your face when you feel how tight his back is. He nearly whines when you dig particularly hard into one of the many knots.

“Baby… this can’t feel good.”

A small chuckle falls from his lips. “It doesn’t.”

Your frown only deepens and you can feel your eyebrows furrow. But then an idea strikes you and you feel like the brightest person in the world. “How about a bath?”

He considers this for a great amount of time, or he could just be ignoring you.

“You can sit in the warm water and I’ll rub your back and give you all the head scratches you could ever dream of.”

“Aren’t you tired? I woke you up.”

“I won’t sleep knowing you’re in pain. Come on, it’ll be nice.”

He sighs and allows you to pull him from the security of the comforter. You gleam when he sits on the toilet lid and starts to slowly take his clothes off. Reaching over, you turn the hot water on and raid the cabinets for the nice smelling oils he bought you.

His stare is heavy on your butt as you bend down to reach the back of the cabinet. You know exactly what will cheer him up a little. With a hidden smile, you wiggle your hips in a hopefully enticing way.

Slap!

You nearly hit your head on the wood as your behind screams out in agony. A gasp leaves your lips as you jump.

But a warm chuckle floods the bathroom and it almost makes the string go away. Almost.

Finally when you find the vial of lavender and camomile oil, you lean back and send a jokingly glare his way.

He only shrugs, his way of telling you that you were asking for it. But you’re rather distracted by his now naked tummy. So you lean forward and press a kiss to it. He looks down at you with an eyebrow raised.

Before he can make a vulgar comment, you turn the water off and add the oil. “Okay, it’s ready. Get in please.”

He rises from the toilet lid, slides his jeans down, you’re no longer surprised at the lack of underwear, and a large golden foot lifts up and sinks into the warm water. Then, the rest of his body follows.

He lets out a groan and his back falls against the edge of the tub. You can’t help but to kiss him. It’s as if he’s got you under a spell, because you can never go too long without pressing your lips against his own.

Your hands find the bar of soap you usually use, and lather it up in your hands. Then you start to work out the muscles in his shoulders. His head falls back and he groans for what seems the millionth time.

A smile breaks onto your face as you notice him starting to relax. His shoulders drop, his jaw unclenches, and his eyebrows fall to their natural state.

As your fingers dig into his overworked muscles, your eyes trail over his face, admiring his beauty. From the scruff on his chin to the faint lines in his forehead, you love it all.

“Hermosa, I can feel your eyes on me.”

“Mmm, is that a sin?”

His eyelashes flutter and his eyes open. “No, but you should get in with me.”

Weighing the pros and cons, you can’t deny how good it would feel to cuddle up to him under the water. “Alright.” You rinse your hands in the water before peeling your shirt and underwear off.

He happily offers you a hand as you bring one foot up to step into the tub. You take his hand and marvel at how small yours look in his grasp.

A content sigh falls from your lips as the water envelops your torso. His legs encompass your own as you lean back against his chest. Hands find purchase at your stomach and you place your own over them.

You can’t help but lean your head back, perfectly slotted on his shoulder and tilted just enough where you breathe in the strong scent of his neck. Your eyes fall closed and it’s now that 3:23 has started to catch up to you.

His hands start to stroke up and down your thigh, soothing you even further.

“Wait,” You sit up and rub your eyes, “I’ll fall asleep.”

He just smiles as he pulls you back against his chest, his strong hand resuming it’s pattern. “It’s okay, I’ll be fine. Just as long as you are here.”

You meant to nod, you meant to continue talking, you truly did. But the heat from the water, the heat from his body against yours, and his soft touch has you drifting off.

His heart swells with love as he holds your sleeping form. He knows you’re going to yell at him later for not waking you up so you can comfort him, but if only he was able to tell you how much you naturally do. How even a picture of you can bring him so much happiness and joy.

You don’t know it, but tucked away in his wallet is a small polaroid of you. Your eyes squint in the sun as you offer him a wide smile. He carries that polaroid everywhere. Only leaving it when he has to go undercover. But whenever the paperwork seems to pile too high, or his mind seems to shut off, he’ll pull that photo out and just hold it.

It calms him more than any cigarette or any glass of whiskey could ever imagine. It grounds him.

You ground him.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head and faint smiles at your rhythmic breathing. Slowly, he moves you and rises from the water, carefully laying you to rest in his spot. Two fluffy towels rest on the counter and he happily claims one and dries himself.

Then he picks you up and wraps you up all snug. Kicking the drain, he flips the light off and walks the two of you to the bed.

He makes sure you’re all nice and snug before climbing in next to you. His strong arms wrap around you and once again pull you into his hold.

“Te amo hermosa. Te amo mucho mi corazón.”

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So yeah, I hope you all liked it! This is my first Javi fic, so if it sucked, feel free to reach out and go “Hey Lordy, that sucked, write better.” I will completely understand! 

Please consider reblogging or leaving a comment. I literally love what you all have to say. It makes my day. 

Love, Lordy :) 

Masterlist

Taglist: @ficthots @along-the-lines-of-space @jedi-jesi @coldlilheart @t3a-bag @all-along-the-resolute @impala1967666 @rosiefridayrogersunday​ @over300books @donnaa 

So with the taglist, I just added y’all who are currently on my mando one. But if Javi isn’t your person please reach out and I won’t tag you in the future. 

Now, If you want to be added to my taglist, just give me a holler and I’ll happily do it! 

[pastelfeatheredmask]

fanfic writer question game! tagged by @granny-griffin

Names: Pastel, my writing pseud is FeatheredMask (and we don't talk about my old usernames)

Fandoms: BNHA is my current brainrot with a dash of KNY, but I wrote for ML and BSD when I was into those. Got a couple small fandom interests on the side. I've been roleplaying Hetalia for some years, but haven't written much for it.

Where You Post: Ao3. I used to post to FFN, but transitioned over to Ao3 some years ago for a new page in my writing journey. I got told on FFN to take my gore fic elsewhere, and, well, I did.

Most Popular Oneshot (by kudos): Hanahaki Folk Remedy - I've always wanted to write hanahaki, but I'm not a fan of pining and my love always veers queerplatonic rather than romantic. I was inspired by some people in NWA talking about non-romantic hanahaki, and I wrote this pretty fast to achieve my dream of writing hanahaki for once.

Most Popular Multichapter (by kudos): An Explosion of Gold to Fill the Cracks - oh lordy, it's my blind!Katsuki longfic! This was my first BNHA fic, and it started off as some good ol' self-indulgent torture nonsense, and moved quickly to Katsuki being a BAMF. I was so inspired after watching seasons 1+2 of BNHA that I wanted to get right to writing something. Nobody told me that Katsuki gets kidnapped in season 3 until AFTER I had written a couple chapters of this. My chronic illness was flaring when I wrote most of this, and I couldn't really do much more than sit around and write, so yeah.

Favorite Story I’ve Written: Sakura Trees Blossom Every Year - my fae fic! I really loved weaving in all the magical elements, had a lot of fun making so many characters fae, and the training camp arc was an absolute joy to come up with and write! All the scenes around Setsuna's death and bringing her body back to camp -- oh god I made myself love Setsuna!

Fic You Were Nervous To Post: cleaning a blank gravestone - reincarnated!Oboro. DID/OSDD is a kind of a touchy, controversial subject. I'm not writing it from a stereotypical view or even a research-heavy psychology standpoint. It's mostly my own experiences, a smattering of research, and a touch of magical fantasy. I always worry that it's not accurate enough or that someone will get offended by the portrayal of DID/OSDD, especially in the chapters I've been working on recently, where I've been writing with more of a horror tone. This fic has become very personal to me as I navigate my own plurality through it, and the research/planning for it is actively triggering something in my head to fight me, so all that makes me more and more nervous about the reception to each new chapter.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: I'll pick a few words or a concept from the first few chapters I've already written and start bouncing ideas around. I'll make a whole list of potential titles around one or two things I absolutely want to be part of the title, and I'll pick one from those. Sometimes I'll just slap on a song lyric without much thought and then busy my head in my hands when I realize it's stuck there.

Do You Outline? So much. So many bullet points.

Complete: Book 1: Sakura Trees Blossom Every Year, Feed, Forfeit Every Drop, Promised Future, Test Flight, Please Wake Up, and some older stuff.

In Progress: UHHHHHHHH

Coming Soon: Working on the next chapters of Holding Beautiful Things In Phantom Hands, ch2 of Swim in Starry Skies, ch11 or Wicked World, ch20 of cleaning a blank gravestone! probably gonna post ch3 of Holding Beautiful Things later

Not Started: So, for outlined and have a few hundred words written but nothing's posted, I have an izukacchako dragon rider au, izukacchako mermay, Good Parent Overhaul, Izuku-Katsuki quirk swap, vigi!Izuku with OFA!Ochaco, Midnight in HP-verse, and OFA!Oboro

Upcoming Work You’re Most Excited About: my Oboro fics tbh. Swim in Starry Skies is really scratching the itch to write my space au and fin folk, and I can't wait for the reveals in blank gravestone that are coming up. I've been foreshadowing them, but I really hope they're still good surprises! My vampire!Oboro fic, I'm also excited for, but honestly, it needs a little more outlining before I write the juicy part.

Tagging: @twelvefrogsinatrenchcoat @wishiwereabird @kittytrek @catlady5001 @starcloud-nova

[septicbro1005]

0: Do you have any tips for managing arthritis? (You don't have to answer this of course)

Ooh lordy! Okay, I'm about to rant. I gotta put this shit under the cut, hold up.

Stretch! Do stretches! I'm unlucky enough to have polyarticular rheumatoid arthritis, meaning I've got it in 5 or more joints. I think I've got it in every joint, but I ain't totally sure. I just know it heavily affects my wrists, fingers, knees, hips, ankles, toes (as weird as that is lmao), jaw, back, elbows, shoulders, neck, etc.

sO

Do stretches where you can! I know that when you go to physical therapy for that, they tell you to stretch, and you don't wanna do it. But do them! Especially if your arthritis is awful! Make sure when you do it, though, that you're doing it to the point where you're getting the stretch without hurting yourself. And do that stuff before a bunch of physical activity too, since it'll help! I can't find good websites that have stretches with images, but if you could google "arthritis stretches" and you can find some genuinely helpful stuff.

Don't overwork yourself either. If your feet hurt, try your hardest to find someplace to sit down. You've been writing non-stop for a long while? Put the pencil down for a minute or two. Roll your wrists too. And a good way to ease pain from writing is to shimmy your pencil up and down in your hands.

Take time to relax too. Chronic illnesses are hard as fuck to deal with, no matter how old you are. Whether you were diagnosed when you were seven years old or you got a diagnosis at 76.

And don't be rough on yourself mentally either! I read too much shit about people feeling shitty about getting it at "such a young age." Yeah, getting this disease sucks. It sucks no matter what age you're at. But it will be easier to feel better after you accept that you've got it.

If you get into remission, that's great! And I'm so fucking proud of you! And if you were in remission but you had a flare up? That's okay too! Just keep on going, okay?

Some days it'll feel pointless to do that, but trust me, if you stop taking your meds, you will feel like absolute shit. I didn't have an injection for one week and I was in so much pain. so please, take your medication, even if it can be a little scary. and if you aren't good at taking pills, ask your doctor if there's some way you could chew them.

what my parents did when I was first diagnosed (I was only seven and I couldn't swallow pills) they put my pill in some pudding or whipped cream and gave me the spoonful. if it was pudding, they let me eat the whole damn pudding cup. you can also practice trying to swallow pills with those mini m&m's.

also also! I've seen so many things on the arthritis tag on tumblr about how particular diets help with arthritis. personally, I'm not on a diet, and I don't notice my pain being any worse. so if you read that you have to ditch your favorite food for something, you likely don't. if you wanna go for a diet, go for it. if not, don't push yourself. maybe that bit only works for me, but who knows.

uhhhh... nothing else is popping into my head at the moment, and this is also already suuuuuper long. my bad. i just rambled at this point. oh well! I hope this helped a tad!

[flora-jimin]

Those Long Nights (1/2)

AO3 Link

Relationship: Hoseok x OFC, Endgame Min Yoonji x Hoseok

WC:2.7k

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut (in ch 2)

Tags: College Au, Fem!Yoongi, Breakups, Pining

TW: Breakups, Relationship Anxieties

A/N: Lordy it’s been forever since I posted a BTS work. I probably got quietly booted from my nets pls lmk if I did I’m sorry yeet but I’m back this one one has been sitting in the drafts forver, so I hope you all enjoy the first chapter.

Chapter 2

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“One, two, three-”

“Oh, sorry, sorry I went the wrong way. Can we start from the top again?”

A sigh.

“Yeah. One more time from the beginning, Hobi. One, two, three four, step, turn, st-” There was a series of noises, and the other members of the BTS dance squad looked up, cringing as Yoonji and Hoseok nearly fell over one another. The short woman paused, taking a long, collecting breath so she wouldn’t flip her lid before she looked up at Hoseok, cat-like eyes narrowed.

“Jung Hoseok.” Her jaw ticked in annoyance as she locked him down with her gaze, crossing her hands over her chest as he shrunk back, eyes fixed at his feet.

“I-I’m sorry, guys, I guess I’m not feeling too hot today.” He admitted, scratching the back of his head. He glanced at his phone after taking a long swig of water from his bottle, his lips pulling into a tight line before a frustrated sigh left his lips.

“I think I’m gonna head home. I’m sorry for fucking up the Run, I’ll try not to be so distracted next time. Don’t worry, I should have something for BTS at the next Run, alright? I’ll be leaving first.” He apologized, bowing low to his best friends as he ducked out of the room before any of them could stop him.

BTS, or Beyond the Scene, was the top dance crew at the Bighit School of the Performing Arts.

The six-man, one-woman group had near-perfect synergy with one another, playing off of each other's strengths and specialties to put on breathtaking performances. They often held “Run” practices, where Hoseok-the primary brain behind their choreography-would try and make up bits and pieces with Yoonji-who also came up with a lot of the concepts behind their routines- often producing music for the seven to dance to.

Until recently, everything had always gone smoothly at BTS Runs, but lately, Hoseok had been getting distracted and it was beginning to show with his lack of focus during his dancing.

Yoonji crossed her arms, shaking her head as she watched Hoseok’s brunette head disappear down the crowded halls.

“So...My money’s on the girlfriend.” Jin was the first to speak after a minute or two of awkward silence, stretching his arms over his head. Namjoon frowned, elbowing him in the side lightly.

He arched a brow.

“What? You know I’m right.” He huffed as Jimin hummed in agreement from his spot on the floor, his head resting in Jungkook’s lap as the two Busan boys rested nearby. Taehyung, who was lying sprawled out on the floor like a starfish, lifted his head, lightly wiggling the tips of his feet.

“I thought he really liked her? What was her name again?” He inquired.

“Kim Yoon Seo.” Yoonji answered, stepping over his legs as she moved to her duffle bag, grabbing a sports drink to quench her thirst. There was a mumble amongst the boys, as the name did ring a bell.

Kim Yoon Seo was one of their underclassmen, being in the same year as Taehyung and Jungkook. Her and Hoseok had started dating a few months ago-munch to Yoonji’s displeasure, though she would never admit it to anyone-and the two had been close ever since.

Or, that’s what it looked like at first.

“So...who’s gonna be the one to actually drag him by the heart-shaped ear and make him spill the beans? We can’t keep letting him pretend he’s okay when we all know he’s not.” Jungkook sighed, his fingers idly running through Jimin’s bubblegum pink hair.

There was a silence that stretched in the room, the only sound really being the crinkle of Yoonji’s drink bottle as she finished downing it, wiping her lips. She noticed the silence and looked over her shoulder, finding five pairs of eyes locked on her form.

Her eyes narrowed.

“Why do I have to be the one? You all know I’m not exactly good with my words and this is clearly a sensitive matter.” She put a hand on her hip, pointing at Namjoon.

“You’re the leader, Joon. Why can’t you do it?” She huffed. Namjoon scratched his head.

“Well, you guys technically nominated me as the leader because Jin and Hobi hyung didn’t want all of the “not fun” responsibilities and you didn’t want to be the one that had to, and I quote: “Keep you group of idiots in line 24/7”. Besides, you live right next to him. You two even come to school together.”

Yoonji clicked her tongue in annoyance before she sighed and nodded.

“Fine. I’ll do my best, but I won’t promise you anything.” She picked her duffle bag up and the boys all got on their feet as well. Jin clapped her on the shoulder, smiling wide at her as they filed out of the room.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, Yoon. You may not be the gentlest person with your words, but you still go above and beyond to help and that’s what counts. We don’t call you ‘Suga’ for nothing.” He beamed.

“You call me Suga because I told you to.” She reminded him, arching a brow. Jin tipped his head back, laughing joyously as he walked out of the room.

“Details, details.”

-Later-

Yoonji smiled as she dropped her duffle bag to the floor once she closed the door to her apartment, listening to the sound of claws on tile as her dog Min Holly came scurrying across the apartment to happily yip and bark at her feet.

She toed her shoes off, striding into her home, turning on lights as she went, all while Holly followed close behind, making a point to nudge her calves with every other step.

“I don’t know whether you’re happy to see me because you love me or because I give you food.” The Daegu dancer quipped, a small, knowing smirk coming to her face when Holly’s ears went up at the word ‘food’. She made her way to the kitchen, reaching into the cabinet to pull out a little cookie-shaped plastic container. Holly yipped, bouncing up and down as he watched his owner like a hawk.

He sat, he jumped, he walked in a circle, all to get Yoonji to move faster.

Yoonji knelt down, shaking the cookie-shaped container.

“Well, Holly-ya? Do you want Shooky to give you dinner?” She cooed, shaking ‘Shooky’ around so Holly knew there was food inside. He sat down obediently, pawing at Shooky’s head before letting out a small bark before waiting.

Satisfied, Yoonji screwed off the cap, pouring some food into Holly’s bowl before putting Shooky back into the cabinet, leaving her beloved dog to eat in peace.

She sat down heavily on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, chewing on her thumbnail as she tried to think of how to approach Hobi. It was never a problem before with her bringing up concerns to him, as all of BTS were very close friends. They all cared deeply for each other.

In Yoonji’s case, she cared a bit too deeply for Hoseok.

She wasn’t sure when exactly she started seeing one of her best friends as more than that, but it was the very reason she couldn’t bring herself to stop Hoseok from dating Yoon Seo when he came to their group one practice, ecstatic because the girl confessed to him one spring day. Yoonji had bit back a protest with a fake smile, ignoring the concerned looks from the other BTS dancers.

Apparently the other five had caught onto her growing feelings for their lead dancer before she even realized them.

Her train of thought was cut off by Holly bounding into the living room, barking excitedly before looking at the door that led to the balcony. She stood, her socks sinking into the plush carpet under her feet as she made her way to the door, sliding it open to stick her head outside.

She could hear the sound of sniffling and shaky breathing and her heart dropped, stepping fully into the night, looking to the left.

Sure enough, Hoseok’s curled up form was on the balcony right beside hers as he tried to keep the sound of his weak sobs to a minimum. Yoonji closed the door to her balcony, taking a couple of long strides to lean on the edge of her balcony.

“Hobi…?”

He startled, jolting and nearly throwing his phone across his own balcony. Hoseok looked up, wiping his eyes furiously to try to fruitlessly cover up the fact that he was crying.

“Aigoo! Yoongs I told you about sneaking up on me!” He scolded her half-heartedly, putting a hand over his heart. She frowned, studying his face quietly.

His nose and cheeks were cherry red and his eyes were puffy. The way he held his phone was a near white-knuckled grip and refused to meet her gaze broke her heart.

“Hobi, we need to talk.”

“I’m fine, Noona, it’s nothing-”

“Hoseok. You’re messing up more than normal during our Runs, you won’t eat with us after practice, and now you’re crying on your balcony at 9 at night. Don’t you dare stand there and tell me you’re fine.” She scolded him fiercely, her eyes narrowing in such a way that made a shiver run down Hoseok’s spine. He looked down like a child that had gotten in trouble, idly rubbing his thumbs over the screen of his phone. Yoonji knew he was trying to find the words, so she waited, watching him like a hawk.

“Can...Can I come over and sit down to talk?”

Yoonji closed her eyes and exhaled for a moment before she nodded, pushing herself off of the railing.

“I’ll put some tea on and order some takeout.” was all she said before she left him be, walking back into her home. After she slid the glass door to the balcony closed, she leaned on it, running a hand down her face. She had no idea what was going on, but if Yoon Seo had done something to hurt Hoseok-

Yoonji let out a frustrated sigh, going back into the kitchen to put a pot of water to boil as she dialed a nearby restaurant to order chicken and lamb skewers. She moved to her cabinet, taking out two mugs from the colorful set she owned.

There was one for every member of BTS and an extra for Namjoon’s twin sister, Kim Amy. The young girl had the set made for the group as a present when they started their group and Yoonji had decided to hold onto it since she cooked a lot of meals for the boys when they decided to celebrate at home.

Yoonji had been so fond of her character ‘Shooky’, that she had some other dishes custom made with his smiling mischievous face on it. She grabbed her mug and the purple and blue horse one beside it. That one was Mang, Hoseok’s character.

She set the mugs down beside each other, settling a raspberry tea bag in each one. Her front door opened from somewhere behind her and she didn’t bat a lash. Hoseok had the key to her apartment and vice versa.

“Hey, Holly. You look so cute today, as always.” Hobi cooed, scratching the poodle behind the ears before he moved to sit at the dining room table.

“I’m here, Noona.”

Yoonji took a collecting breath, putting his mug in front of him before she set hers down on the other side of the table, sitting so she could look him in the eyes. He bowed slightly to thank her, moving his nervous hands to wrap around the mug, leaving his phone face down.

Yoonji studied him for a moment.

Hoseok often had trouble sitting still, but when he was upset, he always needed his hands to be busy or he’d breakdown. She let him fidget with the mug for a minute or so before she spoke.

“Okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Its….i-its Yoon Seo.” He sighed, shoulders slumping. Yoonji bit back the sly ‘no shit’ that was on the edge of her tongue, instead choosing to nod once to let him know she was listening and waiting for him to continue.

“Lately, she’s been pulling away from me. Spending less time with me, giving me less...attention…” He trailed off, and Yoonji could swear she watched him deflate as he muttered the last word.

“Aish, this is foolish. I sound like a loser-”

“Hoseok, if it’s bothering you, it’s not foolish to me. Tell me everything.” She pressed, reaching over to gently pat the top of his hands. He let out a shaky sigh, biting his lip.

“She doesn’t seem to want to do anything together anymore. I know she’s busy practicing and honestly so are we, so shouldn’t that make our free time more precious? She’ll go for hours ignoring me, but talk in the group chat with the other dancers. I just wish she would talk to me, y’know? If she needs space, I’ll give it to her. If she wants to spend extra time with her friends and family, obviously she has every right to but I...I don’t like being kept in the dark like this. Even when she does talk to me, she’s distracted or she seems annoyed with me even being there and I don’t know what to do.” Yoonji felt her lips part in a frown as tears welled up in Hoseok’s eyes.

“I feel like such a loser for being so sensitive. I probably sound like some attention hogging weirdo, don’t I?” He huffed out a humorless laugh, running his hand through his hair, pulling at the brunette locks. Yoonji stood and swatted his arm lightly to make him let go, frowning down at his sitting form.

“Hoseok, you’re her boyfriend. You have every right to want her to give you some more attention. If she’s making you feel like you’re a bother on her for wanting that much, she’s doing something wrong. Have you told her about how you feel?” She inquired, rubbing his shoulders for a moment before she went to take the boiling water off the stove. Hoseok sighed.

“I did. She said she didn’t know what I was talking about and that nothing had changed so I kind of...closed up after that. I started worrying about whether or not it really was my fault. Now I just...I don’t know. I feel like I’m going crazy.” The dancer admitted as Yoonji poured the water into both his and her mugs. Hoseok watched the magenta color bleed out off the tea bag, smiling as the raspberry scent wafted up into his nose.

Yoonji excused herself long enough to grab their takeout once the doorbell rang, hastily shoving a few large bills at the deliveryman and insisting that he keep the change so she could return to Hoseok.

Once the plates were served and the tea was diffused, the conversation died, with Hoseok momentarily forgetting his troubles as he ate happily. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, smiling slightly when she saw him relax for the first time since she found him on the balcony.

-Later-

“If you want me to talk to her, I will.” Yoonji’s quiet offer was almost too quiet for Hoseok to hear as the duo washed out their plates and mugs. His hands froze in the soapy water, turning to look at her with wide eyes.

“R-Really? You’ll talk to Yoon Seo for me?” He perked, smiling so wide she could see one of his little dimples. Her heart stuttered and she looked away, drying her hands off with some paper towels.

It made her heart sink into her shoes at the hopeful look in his eyes, but she nodded, regardless.

The happiness and wellbeing of your best friend comes before your pining, Min Yoonji. Remember that.

She smiled despite the pang of hurt in her heart and put a damp hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah. I’ll do it, no problem.”

Hoseok grinned wildly and pulled her into a hug, drawing a small, startled gasp from her as he spun her lightly.

“Thank you so much. I love you so much, noona!” He beamed. Yoonji bit her lip and pet his head lightly, standing on her tiptoes to fully reciprocate the hug.

“Yeah...I love you too, Hobi.”

[vannahfanfics]

Hello dear 💕, I hope your head ache leaves soon!! Here’s a blurb that occurred to me, can you imagine how HECTIC it would be if Luffy, Usopp, and Chopper all had a sugar rush aboard the Sunny? Imma send you big hugs !!! ✨🥺

Oh, lordie. One of them having a sugar rush would be bad enough, but the three stooges of the Straw Hat Pirates? That’s liable to give anyone a headache! Color me inspired, so, I present: 

Straw Hat Sugar Rush Headcanons

Dear Lord, save the rest of the crew. At a routine island stop our three little knuckleheads stumbled across a candy shop and wasted all of Nami’s well-stolen earned Belli on a stash of candy. No one knows how they managed to sneak a genuine sack full of the goods onto the ship, but they did- and discovered them hiding out in the bowels of the ship surrounded by candy wrappers and absolutely bouncing off the walls.

Luffy’s hyper under normal circumstances, and so pumping him full of sweets sends him into warp-drive. Constantly babbling his train of thought (which more consists of eight trains of thought colliding into absolute nonsense), he’s an absolute maniac. Luffy is also exceptionally gullible in this state, way more than usual, and so he’ll take any dare with no regard for his personal safety- something which Usopp definitely takes advantage of. Daring Luffy to do absolutely anything to mess with Sanji’s kitchen is a go-to, and so Luffy finds himself on the pointy end of the cook’s kitchen knife at least ten times throughout the episode. Another couple of fun and dangerous dares include pilfering Nami’s tangerine trees or hiding Zoro’s katanas in random places. 

Believe it or not, sugar makes Usopp more daring. This self-proclaimed Brave Warrior of the Sea wants to see some reckless acts, and this leads to both him and Luffy going absolutely nuts doing stupid shit. His tinkering skills reach a peak point under the sugary influence, too, so he can literally slam together any old gadget in a matter of ten minutes, and their remarkably sound. So, this leads to utter mania on deck because he’s chasing Luffy around with a homemade flamethrower or testing out a Sea King attractor (which works, leading to them hooting and hollering and getting into a fight with the big fish). Nami laments Usopp’s newfound boldness. 

Chopper kind of gets this thousand-yard stare as the sugar rush sets in, this blissed-out look on his face like he’s reached nirvana and become the next Buddha. Then he goes absolutely hog-wild- non-stop giggling and zooming around almost to the point that he defies gravity and runs up walls. It leads to many a game of tag with Luffy and Usopp because they just can’t catch the fast little bastard! He absolutely cannot focus, either; he goes completely squirrel-brained, and will start up one task only to abandon it because something shiny has caught his attention. Someone has constantly got to manage him because he’ll leave the tap on or jump in Sanji’s kitchen because he has the absolute need to make cookies and he’ll leave the oven running, completely empty with half-made cookie dough still in the bowl. 

Chopper is the first to crash; his tiny body just can’t sustain the energy. He’ll be giggling one second and then face-first on the desk snoring the next, just an instantaneous switch. Usopp’s decline is more gradual. He kinda gets that delirious, rambly, drunk kind of sleepy before nodding off wherever he can find a spot- on the table, on a barrel, he even fell asleep in the netting of the ship once (and then he fell off the boat and got a very cold splash of a wake-up call). Luffy gets lazy and huggy as his blood sugar levels drop. He’ll fall all over anyone nearby and demand that they hold him because he’s sleepy, and if one waits too long to shove him off, boom, he’s passed out. 

Needless to say, the crew tries to monitor their sugar intake levels lest chaos ensues. Sometimes Zoro gets bored though and gives them a sack load just to relieve the monotony, though, which has earned him in hot water plenty-a-time. 

[ialwayscomewhenyoucall]

Inspiration

fandom: Doctor Who

pairing: nine x rose

prompt: if I die I’ll haunt you

Inspiration

Okay, why am I doing this again? Jack looks down at Rose from the top of the stepladder, white and blue twinkle lights tangled around his arms and dangling past his knees. It’s not anywhere near Christmas.

Rose puts her hands on her hips. Haven’t you figured it out yet? It can be Christmas anytime I want on a time ship. There’s a muffled chuckle from under the console, where the Doctor’s tinkering or repairing or pretending to be otherwise occupied.

Alright then, why isn’t he doing it? Or at least helping? Jack glares at the Doctor’s legs, then seems to reconsider, his eyebrows raising slightly

Rose stifles a giggle. He’s driving. He’s doing repairs. And he’s– she searches for something more, something to sufficiently quiet Jack, and settles on– he’s being Time Lordy.

The Doctor slides out from under the console and grins smugly at Jack. That’s right. I’m being Time Lordy.

Rose can’t hold the giggles back this time. Jack glares at her. Fine, he says. But if I die I’ll haunt you. He points at her, all seriousness, and Rose’s giggles evolve into full on laughter.

Enough from you, Jack says, clearly disgusted. The least you could do is get over here and hold onto the ladder while I risk my life for your crazy decoration inspiration.

Get off it, I’m an excellent driver, the Doctor says, obviously affronted.

The TARDIS is driving, you’re nowhere near the controls, Jack shoots back.

That’s right, and she’s an even better driver than I am.

Rose bites her lip; she can practically hear the Doctor rethinking that particular admission.

Do I need to leave you two alone? she teases.

NO!

Their response is in perfect unison.

Jack makes a face.

We still need a tree, Doctor.

Oh, and I suppose I’ll be carrying that in as well? Jack grumbles, trying to untangle the lights. No, don’t bother answering. I know he won’t be done being all Time Lordy. He rolls his eyes.

Now you’re gettin’ it, the Doctor says.

It’s fine, Jack says, winking at Rose. But I’m also getting mistletoe. Lots of it.

There’s a bang from under the console, and a muffled ow! Rose presses the back of her hand to her lips to keep from laughing, but really, Jack’s mistletoe idea has promise. She imagines the Doctor running from Jack… straight into her.

She feels her cheeks flush. Thanks, she mouths at Jack. He grins.

He just needs a little push, he mouths back, miming on the word “push.”

And then he really does nearly fall off the ladder.

Careful, Rose scolds. I’d really rather you didn’t haunt me. She winks. I don’t think ghosts can hang lights.

. + . + . + .

NaPoWriMo Day 12 || for @gingerteaonthetardis

I hope you don’t mind I added Captain Jack! He just really wanted to be there, causing his own brand of trouble...and maybe saving the day. ;)

also tagging @doctorroseprompts

[starryfreckles]

✨ten questions✨

thank you for tagging me fae, grey, and sarah 💛this is three sets of questions so buckle in, this is going to be a long ass post lol but their questions are so good !! i couldnt not respond 🥰grab yourself something to drink, its a whole lot about me... 30 questions about me actually lol

from la twin @fvae​ ✨

#1 If you were a fruit, what fruit would you be ?

a mirabelle. its a mix between an apricot and a plum thats from france and maybe other parts of western europe idk 🤷‍♀️

#2 Free space!! Rant about whatever you’d like

thanks queen, what will i talk about today ?? ooh i know ok not so much a rant but im currently listening to harry potter and the goblet of fire audiobook becuase i wanted to read the stories again. this one is probs one of my favs and so much got left out in the film like DOBBY’S FUCKING ROLE IN IT ! also just the beginning when dudley is on his diet and harry has a fucking stash of food in his room and the weasley’s coming to get him. theres so much more to the story and i know they cant fit the 450 page book into a 2 hour movie but those details are so important for me. theyre part of the world building and we all know im a sucker for world building and character dev. like hell yea storytelling !! but just the wizarding world in general is my pride and joy and means the actual world to me 🥺 also after this one imma listen to order of pheonix becuase SOOOOO many details were left out in that movie and wowow best book but like highkey worst film... ((maybe thats the rant part of this lolol ok this was def a rant LMAOOO)) ok but its a really good one and i just wanted to be in that world again 🥺🥺

#3 If I were to visit your country right now, where would you take me ? What places should I visit ?

right, youd be coming to the southern west coast of the US. if covid wasnt a thing we’d go to a bunch of museums but ART, we are artists 🥰we’d also go to all the open air malls which are super cool and just fun to walk around and window shop. theres the beach for like beachy things lol, more touristy things. but theres also the mountains for hiking and being one with nature. there are a few observatories and telescopes within 2 hour roadtrips and those are cool becuase SPACE and just their location on top of super cool mountains for all the views you could ever want. 

#4 If you came with a label, what would it say ?

« not what you’d expect » or « beware of typos »

#5 If your life was a book, that title would you give this chapter of your life ?

oooh so i this chapter of my life closing soon ((RIP ME)) but i think id be called something like « what do i make ? » or « finding my voice »

#6 What is your stereotype in your friend group ?

oh lordy, im like a mom friend ((hi tasfia if youre reading this lol)), the super organised one that plans things lmaooo

#7 What’s your spirit animal ?

Im an owl or a fox lets be realll

#8 What’s the most unexplainable thing that’s ever happened to you? Does it still happen ?

lol not to get deep and sad but the amount of friends i have somehow managed to push away and lose... uhhh yea it does... im not good with relationships 😔sigh 

#9 What’s your favourite word and it’s meaning ?

extraordinary - adj very unusual or remarkable.

if you break the word down to its compoun words : « extra » and « ordinary » to me its almost as if it should mean something that is incredibly plain but its not, its quite the opposite of that. 

#10 What was something that made you smile this past week ?

i had a bunch of convos with my irl friend and coworker ((about wtfock LOLOLOL and just getting her to start watching skam lol)) that were super hilarious and just really nice 🥰

from @stoffans​ 🌸

#1 What would be the most fitting for you: the sun, the moon or the stars?

I think the moon. it has phases of lightness and darkness...

#2 Where have you felt incredibly out of place?

literally any party or group of people greater than three. im an incredible shy person around people i do not know very well and just sit there awkwardly...

#3 What are the moments in life that make you realise life isn’t all that bad?

when im out with my closest friends or when im making my creative work

#4 Which song makes you feel like you’re floating on a cloud?

visions of gideon by sufjan stevens its so soft and relaxing

#5 Sunset or sunrise?

seeing as im not usually awake fro sunrise lol, imma have to say sunset. i used to live near the beach when i still physically went to uni ((rip covid)) and man those colours and seeing the sun dip into the oceans wowow

#6 Do you like it when people do stuff for you without telling you?

i love that kind of stuff, im an acts of service kind of person and just the little things to show that they thought of me just gets me tbh

#7 Did you ever cheat on your tests in school?

uuhh nei, im a good student 😭

#8 Could you take care of a plant or would it die instantly?

i always had plants in my uni room, they did great 💛

#9 Do you think you’re a difficult person?

emotionally yes, i cant describe what im feeling and im terrible with words in difficult conversations... other than that, im the most indecisive person youll ever meet and pretty easy going.

#10 Give me one word to describe yourself

anticipatory or thoughtful. i guess these two kind go together but i like play out different outcomes in different scenarios and anticipate so much... 

from @grey-mist-exist​ 🍂 ((you tagged me on my main but i wanted to put them all together, i hope you dont mine 💛))

#1 Does your current means of transportation (car/bike/etc.) have a name? What is it?

uhhh so i havent been in a car in about a month soooo imma say my rolly desk chair that i use to zip around me room lol. its from IKEA and its called sporren

#2 If you could learn a language over-night, what language would you choose and why?

ahhh id learn norwegian ngl, dutch is close second. OORRR i stick to my roots and learn vietnamese 🤨 hmmm idkkk there are many languages i would love to learn 😭

#3 If you were an article of clothing, what would you want to be?

id be a jumper, to keep people warm and cozy

#4 You get teleported into a childhood fairy tale / folk story- what tale is it?

peter pan 🥰🥰🥰 my main’s user is enough i think lol

#5 You get the choice between time-travel or travelling to a parallel universe (but only being able to travel one time). Which do you choose?

parallel universe. i want to see how another me is getting on in life. what happens if my parents never moved us out of france 🥺

#6 Sun, moon, stars, or other? Why?

the stars are so interesting and mysterious

#7 If you were a path, what type of path would you be (concrete, cobblestone, dirt road, highway, asphalt, etc.)?

red brick. for the aesthetic lol

#8 How do you know when you’re in love?

i get butterflies in my stomach and my heart drops when they walk in

#9 What is your cellphone wallpaper?

bb fae look ((you already knew this was it but 💛💛)) 

✨🌸💛✨🌸💛this lovely piece of art of my bb is by @jensrolt​ go check out all her other art, its always the cutest thing ever ✨🌸💛✨🌸💛

#10 If you could instantly become an expert in something, what would it be?

expert of molecular cuisine pls. i love cooking and food. that kind of science fascinates me

[leafbatsims]

🧪🧿✨🦇 witchy bb finds 🌿🔮🧙‍♀️🍄

LORDY, this was a (wonderful) task. 

By no means is this ALL of the witchy CC i have installed, but it is a lot of my favorites. Luckily, I have two finds blogs! The first is @carofinds​ which is where a lot of the general CC goes. The other is @faerunfinds​ for the more fantasy and medieval things go. But, for witches, they’re pretty interchangeable, so take a look at both!

First, lemme shoutout some of my favorite creators for this sort of thing: @teanmoon​, @zx-ta​, @plumbobteasociety​, @jools-simming​, @magnolianfarewell​ and @nolan-sims​ to name just a FEW. You’ll see them a few times on these lists.

Now then, onto the links!

shameless plug of my own cc: flowery embroidery & rug paper co.* | tasteful cushions | leaf it to me frames

what you came here for: cottage garden stuff | rustic romance stuff | drifter’s wonders | liberated plants | liberated garden stuff  | modular plants (I, II, III, IV, V, VI) | fisherman’s nook | apothecary chest | terrarium | antique stacks | practical magic set | hb quiddity | hb magnolianfarewell | simblreen 2018 | the forgotten woman* | old hag curtains & rug | all of zx-ta’s tsm to ts4 conversions?? | chauntea laundry day recolors | historical wash basin | crystals (1, 2*, 3) | wall art (1, 2, 3*, 4) | bOnEs?! | witch’s brooms | smudge sticks | magical embroidery | mushrooms! | witchy valentine’s | apothecary cabinet* | witchy alcove | sabrina decor | flower clutter | pufferhead stuff | supernatural conversions | secret tvs | crystal ball computer | insect terrarium default replacement | witch reagents | lute | small chests* (1, 2) | open pantry* | paper lepidoptera

suggested packs for witchy goodness: laundry day, seasons, cats & dogs, movie hangout, vampires

Also, for another REALLY GOOD witchy cc reference, check out @teanmoon​’s witchy finds tag!

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; MUN & MUSE - MEME

FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

Stolen from @mrfunnybone. Since this meme has a bias for canon muses, I’m tagging two of my favorite canon writers that I know didn’t fill this out yet: @soulcoerced and @spearslinger (I wonder if a fellow Undyne RPer has a different take on some of these questions? ^^;;). For everyone else, feel free to steal it and tag me if you do! I’m curious to see how OC muns answer some of these questions...

MY MUSE IS:   CANON / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated [[ The adult version of my muse is canon, but her teenage equivalent is not present anywhere in Undertale / Deltarune. So, uh… canon but kind of complicated I guess??? I like describing my muse as canon-wise. My Deltarune fishies are undoubtedly AUs at most, canon-divergent at least. ]]

[[ Mun’s note: I’m going to cheat on this. For the next 8 questions, I’ll answer for both Undyne as my teen muse AND regular adult canon Undertale Undyne. My thoughts on her counts as something, right? My muse is based on canon! ]]

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK [[ Undyne’s character to the rest of the fandom is unpopular (compared to Sans, Chara, Gaster, etc…). It’s a shame, because her dialogue portraits alone would make great meme fodder. HOWEVER, among Undyne fans, I notice there’s an interest in depicting her early years because she’s one of the few cast members who’s had their childhood explicitly mentioned. ]]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK [[ She’d better not be, because my muse is a  C H I L D. As far as I’ve seen, canon adult Undyne is depicted more often as a ‘badass’ than a ‘sexy fish.’ ]]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK [[ Younger Undyne is definitely interpreted to be a determined, tough kid. Of course it’s the same for adult canon Undyne. It’s basically her most distinct character trait. ]]

Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK [[ Lordy, Undyne as a whole is entirely underrated by the fandom... ]]

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO [[ OMG... you’re gonna get me started. I’m marking ‘no’ on this question because this is supposed to be about my aged-down muse. But Undyne... sweet violent Undyne’s very important to Undertale’s story! *fangirling START* Besides being the mid-point antagonist in the game, Undyne adds a layer of the theme of DETERMINATION to the game and how it can manifest in monsters if their bodies are strong enough to handle it. In an allegorical sense, she represents extremism in reaction to oppression and how that passion can take on the form of extreme love or extreme hatred depending on circumstance. So HELL YEAH she’s important to the main story of the game! AAAHILoveThisFish!! *fangirling END* ]]

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [[ Same as the previous answer for my teen Undyne: begrudgingly marking this with a ‘no’... It’s a YES for canon Undyne. In all routes, original game’s Undyne is the first character who is purposefully trying to kill the Player. Players can’t get the best ending without helping her hook up with Alphys and not incurring her wrath by killing any monster. In the worst ending, she’s one of the two antagonists that put up enough of a fight to make any player abort the Genocide Route. ]]

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO [[ My muse WANTS to be significant to her world. In the original game, Undyne’s only mentioned by others in Snowdin and Waterfall (not counting Alphys in Hotland). She’s described as a “local hero” by Gerson. I get a sense she’s not exactly famous to the people in the entire Underground compared to, say, Mettaton. ]]

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL [[ Oof. Pretty sure my teen fish annoys the residence of Waterfall for being a loud-mouthed little scamp. The only reason she’s not considered ‘bad’ is because it’s pent-up energy and misguidedness, not flat-out cruelty. In canon, it seems like the people who talk about Undyne do it in either a positive or neutral light. You have Monster Kid, Papyrus, and Onionsan singing her praises. The Royal Guard members respect her. Asgore thought of her well enough to have her lead his military. Uhh, for a neutral instance, I remember an NPC in Snowdin saying she’s “loud, rude, and beats up anybody who gets in her way” (I don’t remember the exact quote). To weigh this more on the side of my muse, I’ll mark this answer as ‘neutral.’ ]]

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?  [[ Since I have an aged-down character, canon is literally my END GOAL! I gave her a “starting point” on her journey to the determined, dedicated, and excitable warrior fish we all know and love from the game. I filled in the gaps from there, using parts of her past mentioned in the game to glue the headcanons together. Deciding what she was like when she was younger – What’s her family background? What aspects about her changed as she matures? What internal and external conflicts would she deal with as a teen? – THAT’S the non-canon part. My Deltarune AUs are… different. Canon is my end goal too, but the timelines are all wonky to fit the needs of wanting to interact with the Fun Gang. LOL ]]

SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS.   [[ This kid is spunky, loyal, compassionate of the plight of her people, and will see through anything she sets her mind to, despite life’s barriers. She’s got a lot of pent-up energy and is searching for what she can do with it to help her achieve her goal of setting Monsterkind free! ]]

NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?).  [[ The teen fishy has a streak of selfishness and short-sightedness. Being honest, Undyne would be a racial supremacist if she existed in real life. Big yikes. Also, she’s willingly being trained as a child soldier. Another big yikes right there. ]]

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?   [[ Ages ago, I RPed the adult version of Undyne, which resulted in a bunch of headcanons for her past. I had no desire to RP any of them after it ended. A year later, I commissioned an artist for a Gerson vs. teen Undyne piece. That single-handedly made me want to get back into RPing again. ]]

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?   [[ My fellow RPers wanting to interact with this silly fishy! When I first started, I expected my interest to peter out over the months. I didn’t expect many RPers wanting to interact with an aged-down character. But here I am, wanting to expand my headcanons further and making AUs so I’m not limited to canon. ^^ It’s all thanks to you guys!! ]]

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO?

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / SORT OF?     [[ I should do it more often TBH. But I find showing them via story-telling more fulfilling than just explicitly explaining them in posts. Plus, it gives me more leeway if I’m still playing around with an idea. ;) ]]

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO  [[ I’m not counting the three pending drabbles until I finish them. ^^;; ]]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO [[ She finds a way to bother me! Usually in the form of sudden inspiration for how to respond to RPs. ]]

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? [[ Sometimes I wonder if I forgot some aspect about Undyne that’s in canon, or unintentionally exaggerating other less-important aspects of her other characteristics… ]]

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO / SORT OF? [[ Generally, yes. But I do have my days when I suffer from low self-confidence. ]]

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. / SORT OF? [[ It depends on what’s meant by that. I’m sensitive to other people’s feelings, so I don’t intend to sound rude OOC, even if I’m expressing something negative about something I think the other did. If this is referring to being sensitive about events in RPs… my sensitivity is equivalent to that of being invested in any work of fiction. I know it’s not reality. I can pull away from the fictional world and it won’t bring down my real life. ]]

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?   [[ If it’s given in good faith and is constructive, sure. ]]

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?   [[ Hell yeah, give them to me! ]]

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?  [[ It depends if they want to tell me. I don’t mind either way. Personally, I like hearing other people’s interpretations! ]]

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?   [[ *shrug* It doesn’t matter as long as they don’t harass me. ]]

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?   [[ I’d just ignore it. They don’t need to interact or follow me. If my muse really is a bother to them, they can block my account. ]]

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?   [[ I hope my grammar’s good enough, or else my English degree studies went to waste! But yeah, sure. Fun fact: explaining grammar rules so people can avoid major errors in the future is more helpful than nit-picking insignificant errors without explanations. ]]

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?   [[ As long as fellow RPers aren’t being rude OOC, don’t break any serious rules, or do something that I mention are personal triggers to me, I am easy-going! RPing is fun and it should stay that way for everybody involved! ]]

[thechocoboos]

Your gladnis headcanons are so good 😩 Could we get some headcanons if it was a poly relationship (gladnis+reader)?

hELLO

this has been a WIP in my google docs for literal months, and I only just now dusted it off and finished it up. It… came out so much longer than anyone asked for but u know what, I ain’t mad lol. Thanks so much for your request and I hope you enjoy!!!

Gladnis/Reader HC

None of you could really pinpoint when you all developed feelings for each other

You had an unfortunately strong crush on both of them, and when they started dating each other, it had crushed part of you

Ofc you had stayed close with them, you couldn’t let your feelings get in the way of such a great friendship with either of them

But one day, you weren’t feeling so great

You guys were all hanging out, your poor heart harboring feelings for both of them, getting crushed every time their lips brushed and their hands touched

At some point, you had to excuse yourself, just wanting your damn feelings to go away so you could just be friends with them–just friends, nothing more, no more aching heart or tearful eyes

But Ignis had followed you

He asked you what was wrong, and of course you could only reply with a vague answer about being tired

And of course it was a lie–a lie that he had caught onto

He merely crossed his arms and looked at you, brow furrowed and eyes concerned as he said, “I believe I know what this is about,”

Of course Iggy knew, he wasn’t an idiot, but he only took your hand and asked you to rejoin Gladio and himself–you guys had a lot to talk about

You couldn’t say no, even if your stomach was doing flips and your heart was tightening in your chest

You were so worried they had caught onto your feelings–feelings you had for both of them

One of them would be bad enough, but no, you had feelings for two men who were in a relationship–with each other

Ignis was the first one to speak–and you fears were realized, they did know. They had known for a while–and, and they had talked about it

And as it turned out, they liked you, too. They both did. And they were willing to give it a shot, as long as you were, too

It was weird to process, these two men who were in a relationship wanted you to join them–if you wanted to. And you did. 

It took some time to settle into the dynamic

Gladdy and Ignis were a quiet couple, and you knew that already, and there were so many moments where it genuinely seemed like they were lost with each other

But then, there were moments where one of them were lost with you, too, and as time went on, there would be moments where you were all lost with each other

Gladio likes to wrap his arms around you–he likes a definite touch, an arm over your shoulder (and his other arm over Ignis’), a hand on your thigh, his head in Iggy’s lap with you resting on his chest

Meanwhile, Ignis like a soft, fleeting touch

He likes to let his hand linger on your arm or your hand, a peck on your head, standing just a touch too close merely so he could bask in your presence

Your favorite moments are the ones when you all do the most minute, boring tasks together–it spices them up and makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, it feels like all is right in the world and that you all have each other in your own little bubble of happiness

You love going to the grocery store with Ignis, holding hands while he peruses the aisles and purchases new spices. He always rubs his thumb against your hand, handing you tomatoes with his free hand and asking what you think, smiling if you say that it’s too firm or just right, perfect for dinner in a few days or even overripe

It’s even better if Gladio comes, his presence comforting and warm, especially when he pulls you back to stand next to him while stealing a kiss from Ignis, claiming that it was his turn to hold your hand 

Sometimes there are disagreements–maybe one of you guys had been feeling left out or maybe one of you was fed up with something one of the others had been doing; and Gladio always makes it his mission to bring it forward while Ignis keeps discussions cool and level headed

Gladio’s hot temper sometimes makes it hard for those discussions, especially when stressed, and but Ignis always, always calms Gladio down and comforts you at the same time

Communication is incredibly important between the three of you, and even though it’s hard to talk about sometimes, Gladio and Ignis both do their best to make it as easy as possible, and you can’t thank them enough

You guys all like to team up for one another’s birthday

For Iggy’s, you and Gladdy work hard to give him a joint bday present as well as some smaller ones from you guys individually (it was quite funny one year when you both bought him the same pair of high quality kitchen shears); and the same went for Gladdy’s, and even your own

Teamwork is probably the best thing to come out of the relationship aside from all the love

Whenever Ignis is stressed from advisor work, you and Gladio sort of tag team him to get him to relax or go to bed on time

Gladio usually starts it with some distractions, and you always come in afterwards to convince Iggy

The same can be said for Gladdy, if he’s training too hard, you start off with the distractions and Ignis goes in for convincing

You guys worked out the system, and for the most part, it’s foolproof

You all have quiet evenings

You guys like to pile onto the couch, Gladio on one end, Ignis on the other, an arm draped over one another with you squashed right in the middle

Sometimes, when really in need of relaxing, Gladio rests his head in Ignis’ lap with you on top of him, one of his muscular arms tossed around you comfortingly and Ignis running a hand through Gladdy’s hand

It’s not uncommon for you guys to fall asleep like that

Some nights, if Ignis is up super late and Gladio is out late making sure Noct doesn’t get his ass killed, you grab a blanket and crawl beside Ignis on the couch, snuggling into his side. He always has to suppress a smile and tell you to go to bed–he’ll join you later (it’s a lie)

You shake your head and tell him you’ll stay put, right there, and go to bed right when he does

You fall asleep–every, single, time.

When Ignis notices you asleep, he can’t help but gaze at you softly for a moment before kissing your forehead, making sure your blanket is wrapped around you nice and snug, then wrap an arm around you and do the rest of his work with one hand

Gladio always comes home, late and tired, to see Ignis half asleep with you practically laying on him

Ignis will yawn, mumbling to Gladio to pick you up and take you to bed

Gladio always abides, not before pecking Iggy on the lips and telling him, “I’ll be back for you in a sec,”

He gathers you up in his arms, shushing you gently if you stir and ask if Iggy’s gone to bed yet, “He’ll be in bed soon, babe,”

Ignis always joins you two not a second later, beating Gladio to the punch (as much as he loves Gladio’s strength, he finds that he’d rather carry himself to bed)

You guys always wake up in a mess of tangled limbs and half cuddles, and every time they try to get up for work, you manage to pull them back to bed for another twenty minutes

Gladio’s kisses are warm and passionate, while Ignis’ are soft and slow. 

There were times where one would pull you away from the other’s kisses and place one of their own on your lips, before turning around and kissing the other

There are lots of kisses btw

Sometimes, in more passionate moments, there are kissing competitions

Gladdy is competitive, but when it comes to kissing and being the best, Ignis really, really goes for it

He gently caresses your face and cradles your head; but when it gets heated? Ohhhh lordy, his hand becomes tangled in your hair, the other hand holding you so close that you feel as though you two are one and the same

He leaves you breathless and warm, wanting to drag him right back down and resume where you left off–but then Gladdy takes his turn

In those moments where Ignis is intense and needy with his competitive kisses, it’s Gladio who becomes soft and loving

He chuckles as he pulls you away from Ignis, telling Iggy that he might have left you a bit breathless

His kisses are just as loving, and surprisingly, after Ignis’ intensity, his are soft and gentle

He holds you close and his hand is entangled in your hair as well, but rather than tugging on your hair in a moment of lust, his hand is gentle and soft. 

It’s a slow kind of kiss, but it leaves you just as breathless and wanting as Ignis’

Whenever it’s Iggy and Gladdy who are locked in heated kisses, you get lightheaded just watching them–they can be a bit intense sometimes

And sometimes, they’re both intense with you

Whenever that happens, they’re both holding you, one placing kisses to your neck and shoulders as the other locks lips in a kiss so passionate that you wouldn’t be able to stand

They go back and forth, and every time, you’re left light headed and dizzy but always wanting more (these competitions always lead to a lil bit more than kissing if u get my drift)

Anyways, the best part of having two bfs and there are twice as many clothes to steal from!!!

Gladdy openly likes it when you wear his clothes, and prior to moving in together, whenever you stay the night, he ALWAYS has you change into some of his clothes (it makes him so happy and he doesn’t even know why)

Of course he also makes Ignis change into his own clothes, too, despite already having actual clothes at Gladdy’s place

Ignis pretends to be annoyed whenever you steal his clothes, but deep down? He fucking loves it. Gladdy could never fit into his clothes (muscle man too swole), so seeing you wearing his own satisfies an itch he didn’t know he had until you came into the relationship

Whenever you ask a question, 9/10 Iggy knows the answer and Gladdy has to google it (and if Iggy asks a question for once, I promise you and Gladdy both scramble to see who can google it faster. Whoever wins gets the winning kiss from Ignis while the loser has to wait for their kiss)

Whenever you guys go on trips, Gladio always INSISTS on never needing directions (I mean, he has great direction sense but it’s infuriating when he doesn’t really know where y’all are going) but Ignis is always insistent on stopping at the nearest outpost and asking for directions

Meanwhile, you hate doing either of those, so you fumble with your gps while screaming at Ignis that if he stops in that outpost, you’ll steal all of his cufflinks and tie them to your shoelaces (it’s a lie of course, but you know he values his cufflinks very much)

But your GPS is terrible. So you guys have ended up down some very weird and/or shady roads on your vacations, and every time, Gladio tugs you just a bit close to his chest 

On roadtrips, Ignis lets you sip his Ebony sometimes and Gladio sits in the back of the car with you, one arm thrown around your shoulders, and the two of you nibble on snacks together 

Gladio likes to read his book during these road trips when you fall asleep on him–he tugs you closer to his chest and sometimes hums

He also likes to feed you little snacks sometimes, and more often than not, you two end up sharing a sandwich that Iggy made

Ignis likes to pack picnics for dates to the park

He brings everyone’s favorites and after goofing around and tossing grapes at each other, you guys end up lounging on the picnic blanket in a soft silence with your legs intertwined and arms wrapped around each other

Gladio is usually known to goof around the most on dates like that, but Ignis isn’t above tossing grapes at one of you when you’re not looking and blaming someone else

Usually you and Gladio can tell it’s him by how he tries to hide his smile after a minute or two

Dates are always fun with them

You all like to take turns planning dates

Sometimes you go to fancy dinners (the stares other people gave you started putting the three of you off, so now Ignis makes fancy dinners at home, instead)

Other times you go out to carnivals and amusement parks or zoos or aquariums

At carnivals and amusement parks, you and Gladio usually go on the rollercoasters together (As it turns out, Ignis isn’t a fan of them, “I prefer to stay where I belong: on the ground,”)

Of course, you and Gladio do manage to take him on the tame ones, and you take turns sitting next to him (sometimes you do rock, paper, scissors to decide)

After all the fun rides, you all go around trying the carnival food and games

Gladio once made it a competition to see who could win the most prizes for each other (Ignis won, and I promise you, there was a lot of cheating going on)

Gladio would try to distract both of you with kisses, tickling, and things like blowing on the back of your necks and waving a hand in front of your faces

Ignis liked to cheat in a more subtle way–he would distract you with lingering touches (brushing a hand through your hair, on your shoulder, your lower back) and sweet words, smirking but always giving you two kisses after you missed

At one point, Ignis distracted Gladdy so much that Gladio put his things down and pulled Ignis in for a rather scandalous make out session (you had to remind them with a flushed face that there were kids around)

Gladio likes to tickle you a lot by the way, meanwhile, Ignis just likes to brush his fingers down your neck and watch your cute lil face as it scrunches up

At home, you all like to share a big bed together

At first, you figured a normal king sized blanket would be fine but

It wasn’t

Gladio has the tendency to hog the damn blanket all night long (although sometimes you do it, too), turns out it’s because he likes to cuddle in his sleep

So you usually wound up attaching yourself to either Gladdy or Ignis (usually Gladdy, he was more receptive to wrapping an arm around you in his sleep than Ignis, who usually slept like a plank of wood and didn’t move until he woke the next morning) or squishing yourself in the middle of them for warmth

However, you did learn somewhere along the line that if you lay on top of Gladio, then the problem is solved (although it makes Ignis a lil jealous so sometimes you just let Gladio steal the blankets while you just cuddle Iggy)

Ignis ended up buying a couple of extra blankets for you guys–he figured it would be easier than fighting for the big comforter every night, as much as he loved waking up to you clutching him for warmth in the morning

It’s well known that Gladio likes to go camping and work out a lot, but sometimes, he doesn’t give a fuck about the state of his skin

Anytime Ignis notices Gladio’s skin is dry or rough, you bet your ass that Ignis is whipping out lotion from god knows where and lathers it on with a tutting of his tongue (after the first time he did it to you, you learned to know better than to let your skin get rough around Iggy)

Gladio is surprisingly picky about toilet paper brands, and Ignis is picky about cleaning supplies and paper towel brands

It just so happens that you’re also very. Very. picky.

You decided long ago to let them get the brands they liked, lest WWIII start in your home–BUT. You buy your own toilet paper. No one can touch it–it’s high quality stuff 

Around Christmas time, the three of you get both very excited and very secretive

It’s the one time of year where you keep the presents very, very secret

And as it turns out, you’re the worst at wrapping presents

Ignis’ precision is H I G H  Q U A L I T Y so no one can beat that, but Gladio’s practice with present wrapping (all because of Iris) makes him genuinely better than you

After the first Christmas with them (and the first time seeing your clumsily wrapped things among the pile of prestinely wrapped presents) you elected to shoving all your presents for them in gift bags and tossing some paper on top

Pretty and easy!!! Although Gladio did admit he liked seeing your presents badly wrapped, he thought it was cute (so you started leaving a couple badly wrapped just for him)

You and Ignis sometimes argue about how to clean things–you swear using newspaper is more effective for cleaning mirrors, but he says that’s “inefficient and wasteful”

Gladio had to intervene on that one; it was a messy argument

Speaking of arguments again

There are times when you three (or maybe two of you) get into genuine, serious arguments and don’t talk to each other for a few days

Someone always breaks down, and every time, you end up making up and basking each other with presents and hugs and kisses to make up for it

Although, if it’s only two of you who get into an argument, it often takes the third person to get the two disagreeing to make up

Ignis makes the best coffee–it goes without saying

However, regardless of how poor anyone else’s skills are, he adores it when you or Gladio make some for him in the morning–it makes him feel all fuzzy and warm inside

Gladio usually makes breakfast for you three; he gets up the earliest and didn’t want Ignis to be doing ALL of the cooking ALL of the time

And it just so happens, Gladdy is actually a really decent cook (he makes the best bacon and eggs–though no one can beat Ignis’ french toast)

The mornings where Ignis does cook, either you or Gladdy (or both) make dinner

Sometimes, whenever you get sad or depressed, Ignis and Gladio will team up to try and help you

One of them will try a more humourous or fun approach, and the other comes in for affection or serious time

Ignis is usually better for the serious talk, or if you’re having a genuine, serious problem–merely because he is more patient and understanding (not to say Gladio isn’t; he’s just not sure how to help)

Sometimes one of them is off on a business trip of sorts

Whenever it happened in the beginning, it was a little sad

But after a few months, you guys figured out it was just some time to spend one-on-one time with one another

Whenever Iggy is on a trip, you and Gladio like to lounge around the house laying on each other or you two go out for some dates

He once took you to meet his family while Ignis was out of town (it was okay with iggy, he had already met the rest of the Amicitias, of course, and figured it would be better if you did so with just Gladio)

Iris ended up loving you the second she saw you, and Clarus was as little… intimidating at first, although he did like you

Clarus knew that Gladio was seeing both ignis and you, but he had a hard time coming to terms with it in the beginning

However, meeting you for the first time helped somewhat, especially as he saw the way you two looked at each other and talked about Ignis (it was always lovingly)

After that dinner, he realized that the three of you really did love each other, and that was enough for him, even if he didn’t understand it completely

Whenever Gladio was gone on trips, things were always really quiet around the house

You and Ignis liked to go out together, or you would spend more time on the couch watching some things that Gladio didn’t care for, drinking your preferred beverages out of unnecessarily fancy wine glasses 

Either way, whenever one of them was gone and came back, you would take them out for a day to make up for lost time

You guys would sleep in, lounging in bed for the morning until you all finally arise, sharing bits of your breakfasts and goofing around until you go out for food and shopping and all sorts of things

You always come back with full bellies, faces that hurt from how much smiling you all do, and ideas for which movies you’ll watch that evening

Anyways–mornings, right?

Gladio is usually up first–he goes on runs and comes back to shower

Ignis starts to stir when Gladdy’s in the shower; he only gets up when Gladio exits the bathroom and places warm kisses on both you and Iggy’s foreheads, gently wishing you both a good morning

Iggy will painfully get up from the warm bed at that point while Gladio makes breakfast, and he gets ready with ease

The bed is always too cold without them, so not even a few minutes after, you’re up 

You usually head to the kitchen after freshening up just a bit, staying in your PJs and letting Iggy get ready

While Ignis is getting ready, you’ll make his coffee. In the beginning, it was terrible–but he loved it anyways. You’re much better now tho

Gladio always tries to tickle you and make you smile in the morning, pressing an endless amount of kisses to every inch of your face–you don’t mind, even if his facial hair is a little scratchy

While he makes the bacon, he wraps you up in a big hug and picks you up off the floor, laughing and smiling away. He always smells like a mix of fresh soap and mahogany (mahogany teakwood to be precise)

Ignis always smiles when he sees you two in the morning, he’ll lean against the counters and watch you over his coffee with a cute lil smile

Once you’re free of Gladdy, you bound over to Ignis with a big smile and ask him how he likes the coffee

He loves it of course, and says as much, right after greeting you both with a “Morning, darlings,” and gives you both soft, morning kisses

As Gladdy makes breakfast, Ignis will drape his arms around you and smile down at you, occasionally sipping his coffee over your shoulder as he asks how you slept

By the time breakfast is ready, the three of you are already draping yourselves over one another and peppering each other in soft kisses and lingering touches

HEy so moving on

GOd help any loser who tries to brazenly hit on you in bars despite any mentions of SOs on your part and any rejections you send the loser’s way

Some sleazeball making you uncomfortable? Hoooo boi, it’s not just one bf they have to worry about!!! And i promise, Gladio isn’t the scary one when it comes to these things

Gladio will usually slide on by, wrapping one arm around your torso and kissing your cheek with a casual, “Hey, babe,”

It’s Ignis who gives the unwanted creeps trouble

Just as Gladio is sitting next to you, Ignis will pop in and greet you with his own kiss right on your lips, giving you a loving smile and almost getting lost in your eyes before remembering the douchenozzle who kept making passes at you

Ignis always turns with cold fury in his eyes, and in the dim lighting of the bar, it’s almost as though his eyes flash

“Sorry, are you giving our partner trouble?” Ignis will ask, his eyes positively terrifying

The douchebag will usually start looking pretty green by that point, but Gladio will distract you with a question and a chuckle, leaving Ignis to share some not-so-lovely words with the dumpster-licker and they usually leave pretty quickly after

Gladio and Ignis will never let some slimy, fungus-footed doorknocker fuck with you–they’d go to war about it if they’d have to

And those times where someone tried to hit on one of them?

Unfortunately, you can’t always be as intimidating as Iggy, but you sure can kiss well enough

You always pull away with a slight smirk and direct your attention to the homewrecker, “Sorry, was I interrupting?”

Ignis is usually a little too smitten with you, his glasses askew, eyes just a touch wider than normal, and a light blush dusting his cheeks, to reply, but usually he doesn’t have to, the other person runs off with an embarrassed “Excuse me” or a roll of their eyes

And Gladdy will only grin with a, “Hey, babe, I missed you,” and lean right back in, the two of you getting lost in each other’s lips and touches, and by the time you pull apart, the person is gone with Ignis in their place, watching you two with a tiny smirk and a flirty gaze in his eyes

Anyways

Y’all love each other, so much

Sometimes it gets a little rough or rocky, but it always gets smoothed over in the end and you guys always end up back in each other’s arms, gently exchanging soft kisses and quiet, “I love you”s well into the night

[hysteriium]

(1/2)Okay but imagine Heath murdering you from the back, banging you RAW with record speed as he's letting sounds that can only be described as deep moans and sinister growls escape from his mouth, handling your numb ass with one hand and holding back his green locks with the other, flexing his incredibly sculpted body while you're barely able to suck off Arthur's sizable cock, his patience running short and images of him grabbing your head and brutally face-fucking you cross his mind

(2/? Sorry!) but he refrains himself, for the moment. The sinful sound of flesh-hitting-flesh can be heard, along with bone-chilling growls, pleasured moans, and profanity. The air is hot and sweaty, the smell of fornication reigning your nasal airways. Tears built from the immense pleasure and pain stain your face as their makeup begins to slowly fade away thanks to the sweat they’ve been producing. Arthur has been patient enough, his throbbing, vieny member hardening from both desire and pain

(3/?) Thanks to your pleading, slutty moans and Heath’s panting. Eyes connect w eyes, a message sent from one joker to the other as Arthur fulfills his erotic desires by locking his hands with the back of your head and with unforgiving strength shoving his penis into your mouth unmercifully. He begins to fuck your face feverishly as Heath snarls with a hint of laughter at the act occuring in front of him. He shoves his huge cock into you, without restraints, with even more force than before

(4/?) Vocally reminding you that you are his bitch. You begin to choke, unable to breathe from the brutal manner Arthur slams his cock into your mouth. You feel like fainting from the lack of air, from the sinful pleasure, from the pain growing from your rear-end and your throat. Your eyes begin to move upwards as you violently cum for what you believe to be your 5th time. Arthur explodes his juices into your mouth as he finally let’s go of your head. You’re unable to move, your upper body

(5/?) Completely numb, your arms giving out allowing your face to come in contact with the sweaty sheets below you. Heath decides that enough is enough as he pumps into you one last time before allowing himself to release at last. Your legs collapse from exhaustion and pain as you lay in front of them, completely destroyed from your oral and anal cavities. They both look at you with pride in their tired yet glowing eyes, their work of art finally done. “Cmon beautiful, time for round 2”

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sORRY I’VE LIKE DIED HOLY FUCKING SHIT AIHSIUDHAUIDHSAIUDHA THIS IS SO HOT ANON IF YOU EVER WRITE THIS TAG ME PLS BECAUSE OOF- LORDY LORD 

(Also I put all your lil drabbles together I hope that’s okie!) 

MY FOLLOWERS ARE SO HONKY AND HONESTLY I’M L I V I N G FOR IT I STAN THIS CONTENT 

[princess-hope-selfships]

ANQKLSNSLASNKLS i gotta rant abt the creepy kpop stans on self insert tags - its so nasty??? they ship themselves with REAL people and CREATE SMUT FICS ???? ??? wTf please i wish theyd stay out of self insert tags forever I just hate when people ship with real people OR EVEN MORE Y I KE S SHIP REAL PEOPLE TOGETHER AS IF THEY DONT HAVE OWN SEXUALITIES AND OPINIONS AND BASIC HUMAN FUCKING RIGHTS IM- *deep breath* also hope i hope (lol) you write for alex sometime I love u and demyx but i stan

This is essentially exactly how I feel about people who ship with real life people (as well as people who ship real people, that’s another thing I’m really YIKES about) Like I guess if you gotta publish your smut fantasies about celebs you like then at least don’t crosspost into self insert? That’s not really what the tag is for... I get that they think, “it’s a reader insert so that’s self insert!” like I understand the thought process but it’s unfortunately just not the kind of content the si community is about. Maybe they just don’t know that there’s a whole community that uses that tag like for our purposes rather than just reader insert stuff? mmm. 

Anyway they could just keep it to the reader insert tags and stuff that’d be cool bc oh lordy am I tired of being suggested smutty kink fics about celebs they think are hott™.

....also I’M SO SORRY I haven’t given Alex a lot of attention fdskjfhdskfjh he’s a depression coping mechanism fave and I haven’t been both creative and depressed enough at the same time lately, to make content with him fsjdkhfjdshkj!!!