#mysterious sender

[dialup-kin-help]

mkey! could we get just general branzy headcanons w themes of stimmy stuff :] [the branzy from earlier]

sure can!! sorry if these are a LITTLE iffy, we just got off a closing shift at work "^^

branzy stims.. a LOT. for any reason. bored, happy, stressed, literally anything! it sounds silly, but he is, in fact, entirely incapable of standing still. or, at the very least, incapable of doing so SILENTLY, because if he's not physically stimming, he's vocally stimming!

it took.. a while for clown to actually get used to (more because it was just a lot more activity / noise than he was used to in a casual context), but he'd consider himself well adjusted now at least!

some of branzy's more common stims include: clapping, waving his hands, stomping / tapping his foot, swaying in place, various small noises ("brrr", "ba", things that sound like meows, etc), fidgeting with small objects, etc!

although he does have a few more different ones! one of them is more like a show of affection, but he does it as a stim! when he's really excited or just affectionate, he's taken to either hugging clown's arm tightly, or squishing clown's arm between his hands! (the latter he just calls a "squish", and he always seems to SAY 'squish' when he does it)

the first time clown actually did it back once he figured it out, branzy about broke (positively). it made him stim, uh, fifty times more about!

(he also greatly enjoys playing with people's hair! especially braiding it, he's known to make several small braids in people's hair if they'll allow him)

[angeltism]

Hi I have nothing of substance to say rn I just like attention and want to say hiiiii :P

~ 🏳️‍🌈

HAIII 🏳️‍🌈 !! Greatly appreciated either way , I always loove getting asks , esp during lunch since I don't rlly have much to do,, so even if they're nawt really anythin of substance they're still fun !

We're also both getting something outta this , I suppose , since it's attention for both of us , so yayaya no worries or anything ig :3

[kriffingstars]

Johhny MacTavish; Price's hands are tied, for now

pairing: Johnny MacTavish x Price!Reader summary: Price doesn't know how to keep you away from a very charismatic scotsman who definitely has the hots for you warnings: verrrrrry slight age gap (I imagine reader to be around 20, Johnny is 26), drinking a/n: I hope you enjoy this anon, I'm excited for Reader to meet the rest of the 141 squad eventually!

Price's Niece Masterlist

Naafi: It's what the bar area in the bases are called. The nicer ones usually have a pool table, maybe darts, and drinks are normally pretty cheap.

Johnny texts you back straight away - so you have his number he says.

The next few weeks of his leave are spent on and off texting him and it's not like you can hide this from your Uncle. He gives you a warning look whenever your phone chimes.

"Relax, we're just friends. He says hello by the way," you add, your smile mirroring his in the way your cheeks scrunch slightly.

"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about," he grumbles, going about the kitchen as he makes himself a brew. Maybe it isn't too early for a whisky?

Johnny pops in to see the both of you on his way back to base, with the excuse that it's a long drive and breaking up the journey is easier. Price knows full well he's driven in much more uncomfortable vehicles for much longer when they've been away.

But they're not away right now, and there's no way he can justify not letting Johnny come round to his niece.

When they're finally back on base things seem to be going back to normal. They're all busy (maybe that's because Price keeps it this way) and finding time to text you, for either of them, is few and far between.

Price starts to relax a little, there's been no mention of you from Soap and you haven't mentioned him either, not the he comes up in the mundane conversation between the two of you.

Usually, you reminding him not to spend hours in his office pouring over paperwork, like he does when he's at home and him checking in on you, making sure you're remembering to eat in between working on your assignments.

It's not until he does actually heed your warning and spends his evening in the Naafi with the lads that his alarm bells really start ringing.

In between pints and banter, Soap is continually checking his phone. It's vibrating in his pocket every few minutes or so and he's quickly smiling at the device and firing off a response.

It's Gaz who's the first of them to say anything.

"Someone caught your eye on leave or something? You've been on that thing all night," he teases, as Soap's eyes widen, a light flush on his ears.

Price perks up at that, he's not stupid. He knows it's likely you're the mystery sender. It's frustrating, he can't tell you who you can and can't be friends with, but there's a niggling feeling that despite your insistence that you just get along with the man, that something else is brewing.

"Aye, something like that. Just a friend though." he coughs, avoiding eye contact with Price completely.

Confirmation. It is you. Your texts are a lot more regular than the 'every now and again' you said they were before he left.

"Good for you man, must be a godsend to put up with you though,"

They laugh, as the conversation moves on. The rest of the night is fairly nondescript. Just the usual banter and chatter fill the evening until Ghost begins to bid his good evenings, heading back to the bunks.

Gaz gathers the empty glasses, quickly taking them back to the bar, before chatting to whoever was bartending that night.

"I'm not saying anything."

That's all Price needs to put the fear of god in Soap, he doesn't need to say any more to get the message across, loud and clear. Don't get involved, don't take this too far.

That night Price lies awake, mind running through all the ways he can nip this in the bud. He can't tell either of you to stop, what he can do, is make sure Soap has a lot less time to be talking to you.

Over the next couple of days, he gives Soap the job of inventorying the entire armoury. It's tedious, boring and most of all time-consuming. Every weapon and piece of equipment needs to be carefully dismantled, examined, cleaned, and put back together, before logging on the ancient computer that crashes every twenty minutes or so.

You don't hear much from either of them, until you get a call from your Uncle, just as you're sitting down to eat.

Dinner abandoned, you fill him in on how uni is going, you're currently on your early Italian module, and thinking about trying to get some work experience over the summer in Florence.

"I'm sorry I haven't called more, sweetheart. We've been up to our eyeballs in admin."

It's okay you promise him, as long as he's not working ridiculously late into the night.

This pattern continues for the next few days and the other guys are starting to pick up that something is going on. Soap's been getting a lot of the tasks that some of the less experienced guys usually do.

Price uses that as his excuse, muttering something along the lines of, "If you want it done properly, you need to do it yourself."

Or send the guy that you're trying to keep away from your niece.

It doesn't come to a head until Ghost knocks on his office door, one afternoon.

And he asks, and reluctantly Price divulges a bit more information.

"Soap's been distracted recently, he needs to get his head in the game, Lieutenant."

He knows he can't carry on with this, he's letting his, and now their, private life interfere with work, but he doesn't know what else he can do. He can't give Soap a bollocking for something he hasn't done yet, and he knows better than speaking to you about the matter.

You'd be a good officer he thinks, as you diplomatically shut down his attempts to bring up your budding friendship.

That night is spent sipping on the whisky from the bottom draw of his desk, and nursing one of his favourite cigars.

[kairiscorner]

Did you get a request? It's Gn spiderperson secretly taking care of Miguel O'Hara! I think I forgot to type his name too so sorry about that! Thanks!

love, your secret admirer. — miguel o'hara x gn!reader

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

(✧) word count: 1,394

(✧) request: You know secret admirers? I have a similar idea to that! Gn spiderperson secretly gives him stuff he needs or something to make his day easier! Like I assumed he doesn't take care of his health much so they will give meals, water, coffee, snacks, etc! He was wary at first but realised it's always something that helps him! So he wants to find them but they're so sneaky that even he wonders how he managed to miss them! He decided to pretend to leave when he's actually hiding & that's when they were about to leave after giving him a meal! They were so fast that he almost lost them! Does this make sense 😂

(✧) author's note: OYYYY i literally crave these dynamics HEEEEE i wanna be miggy's sweet little human assistant, the softer, less chaotic kinda lyla that's not AI for him, which reader is basically LOL man has trust issues, but he can never say no to your cute, darling little face and kind heart that makes him swoon. ANYWAY, HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, ANON !!!

every morning, for the past few weeks, miguel had been gifted with little treats at his desk–treats he hadn't realized he's missed all this time until it was right in front of him. "who left these?" he asked lyla as he tasked her to identify any tracks left by whoever could've 'gifted' this to him. lyla chimed in and reported to miguel that she couldn't find any DNA tracing back to the sender; though, lyla had checked the package thoroughly and assured miguel the treats were extremely safe. "passed all the safety protocols, mig, i didn't pick up anything malicious or even remotely harmful from them. just plain old treats ya love, that's all they are, really." lyla explained as miguel rolled his eyes and looked at the treats all neatly wrapped with a dark red and blue ribbon, examining it and taking in all the... friendliness of this little gift before him.

"not used to being gifted anything, hmm?" lyla teased miguel as he snarled at her, turning his nose up at her and glaring at the holographic assistant. he hated that she was, indeed, right–he wasn't used to being gifted anything, let alone something so intricately wrapped. he looked around and heard the crunching of a small piece of paper on the ground. he seemed to have stepped on a sticky note, which he picked up. it read:

'don't forget to spoil yourself sometimes! (◡ ω ◡) — your secret admirer.'

miguel swore he recognized that penmanship somewhere, though due to the lack of any signature or name attached to the message, he couldn't figure out just who in the multiverse could've placed these on his desk. "secret admirer, huh?" lyla teased. "this is probably just some prank by those damn teens." miguel rationalized as his mask dissipated, his stern look still on his face, but slowly softening as he held the gift in his hands, feeling the warmth emanating from the treats. the scent coming from the treats this mystery person left for him was too hard to resist, so he ended up snacking on them before he even realized it. the surprises didn't end there, however–for the rest of the month, miguel had been receiving anonymous gifts that benefitted him and relieved him of stress that accumulated throughout the day.

he hadn't realized he needed coffee in his morning, or that he was hungry for his lunch, or was craving any snacks he hadn't had in a long time until he was treated to them right then and there. he had gotten very suspicious of these constant gifts that were waiting for him at his desk, he had always subjected them to thorough inspections from lyla, but they were never anything bad nor dangerous–they were harmless little gifts, and miguel... miguel was now curious. he wanted to figure who was leaving these gifts for him, these gifts that help keep him sane, healthy, and a little bit happier than he was before all this. he had narrowed down the hours when the gifts would usually come from this 'secret admirer' and had devised a time and plan that he would enact once the right time frame for the next gift would come.

"are you feeling like you're in mission: impossible right now?" lyla asked miguel all sarcastically as miguel stood by the wall in his suit's camouflage mode and held him breath in; waiting for someone to drop off another gift with another uplifting note that... that made him look forward to the next hour, the next day, and the rest of the week, really. he shushed lyla as he heard footsteps from down the hall sneak over to his office, he pressed himself against the wall and anticipated for his secret admirer to come in through those doors and make themselves known to him without them even knowing. as the doors opened, a couple of feet stepped in—bringing with them a familiar frame and face that miguel knew and... was guilty of looking at and admiring himself often when they weren't looking. he spoke your name in a whisper as he watched you shyly drop off a homemade gift for him and attached a sticky note onto the gift itself, muttering under your breath how much of a dork you look right now for not being able to muster the confidence to give these to him in person.

miguel couldn't quell the rapid beating of his heart—as you spoke to yourself, practicing how you'd confess to miguel that you've been the anonymous little darling that's been gifting him all those goodies and feeding him those meals he seems to like so much, he's so drawn to how adorable and humble you look right then and there. "i'm your... secret admirer, mig..." you mutter to yourself, practicing how you'd tell him. you got all flustered at the thought of what his response would be, shaking your head as you sighed; knowing full well to yourself that he wouldn't care... or you thought that he wouldn't care, because right behind you was the man himself—your back pressing against his chest as he gave a low hum in response to your accidental confession. you turned around gently and almost fainted when you realized just who was behind you.

"you are?"

he asked you in a low voice as he bent down slightly to get a proper look at you, but out of embarrassment, your adrenaline kicked in and you bolted out of his office. miguel hadn't had a lot of secret admirers before, he didn't think you turning your heel and dashing off was gonna be a response from you—so he ended up calling your name and running after you. "they're too shocking fast!" he exclaimed as he looked around rapidly for you. lyla pinpointed your location, with miguel quickly sprinting over to you to talk to you. "you... certainly gave quite the chase..." he mumbled as you were about to run off again, but miguel acted quickly and grabbed your wrist. "i'm not gonna do... anything to you, you... know that..." he whispered to you breathlessly as he brought you closer to him, making you lean against his broad chest.

you stared deep into his big, hazel eyes—getting all flustered as you got self-conscious and nervous again. miguel placed his hands on your waist, but quickly pulling away and sighing. "i appreciate the gifts, i... i don't know why i'm the one you want to gift with such pretty and tasty things, but... i really do mean that i appreciate them. i can't remember how i got through my days without your generosity..." he said in a quiet voice as he tucked away a lock of your hair behind your ear, making you gasp a little at his gentleness. "...i would appreciate it more, though, if you let yourself be known to me as more than just my 'secret admirer'. i can't believe how lucky i am... such a cute little spider is my secret admirer?" he asked you aloud as his face heated up, his nose nearly poking yours as he brought his face closer to yours.

"guess you're not so much of a secret anymore, hmm?"

he asked you as you shook your head and got even more bashful. he chuckled lightly as you acted all cutely around him again, making it harder for him to resist your inherent charms. "...i was going to confess, but..." you stammered, your hands resting on his chest—feeling the hammering of his heartbeat, making you even more flustered and at a loss for words. "and i'll confess that... you've had my heart since the moment you left those treats at my desk. i know i sound like i'm moving too fast, but i can't help it. you've been an enigma to me, an enigma that i wanted to meet, to hear, listen to, hold and... i've wanted you, and knowing it's, well, you that i want... it's more like i need you now, not just the gifts, to stay happy and content." he admitted as he pressed his chin against your shoulder, humming out a hum of contentment as he held you tighter, making you gasp and cling on to him as you wrapped your arms around his waist to reciprocate his touch.

"will you please... consider that thought for me, mi vida?"

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[aventurine-official]

When Aventurine comes back to the Reverie late at night, he receives a present. There's a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, lilies and forget-me-nots in front of the door to his room. He receives a text from an unknown source. There's no way to track the sender, even with the IPC's technology. The message says:

You didn't notice, but I've been watching you for months. Only now I'm bit by bit starting to see under the surface. Your act is slowly breaking. There are cracks on your fake mask. How long can you keep it up? The truth is becoming visible to me, soon it'll be everyone around you. Be careful, gambler. You're begining to lose your game.

Ever since your arrival on Penacony, how many times have you been vulnerable in front of somebody else. Beautiful toys don't cry, have you forgotten what you've been taught so painstakingly? At the end of the day, you're not only an aventurine stone, are you?

You can't know my identity yet, but when your luck runs out and you finally lose, I'll find you. I'll be the last defense you have and the strongest one too. I hope the day is never going to come, but we both know it's close. How much longer can you last, beautiful peacock? You're not on your own. I'll be your guard.

If my findings are wrong, forget about this message.

- 👑

(NOT an anon signoff pls, don't add it)

*The blonde picks up the bouquet with sparkling eyes, smelling the fresh flowers. They're so, so pretty-- he wishes for a moment that it's Veritas who left them for him, but snaps himself out of his fantasy quite quickly. It's impossible the scholar could ever be so attentive, to somebody like him nonetheless.*

*As he contemplates how in the cosmos anybody could have known the names of his favourite flowers, his phone goes off. How strange-- he isn't expecting a follow-up from Topaz until tomorrow morning. Perhaps she's early?*

*Aventurine sighs, picking up his cellphone and unlocking it swiftly. A single notification lies in wait-- and the user cannot be indentified. The message is quite long... The gambler starts to doubt it was intended for his eyes, but the longer he reads, the more unsettled he becomes.*

*Someone is watching him? Someone who refuses to introduce themselves until his last moment? Mysterious, and a tad morbid-- he's sure he would have noticed somebody around...*

*Who is this person to judge his vulnerability? If they've noticed such things, they must have indeed been watching him closely... And yet he can't recall any of his acquaintances having this sort of tone.*

*'Beautiful toys don't cry'--The words are like a slap to the face, and the following question taunts him. Of course he hasn't forgotten-- the ink-black mark seared into the marred skin of his neck can't let him escape those awful memories even for a moment.*

*Several emotions stir inside the Avgin, and he's not sure whether to be fearful or outraged. He quickly redacts a response, his fingers trembling as he sends the message.*

Aventurine: Who are you and what do you want with me?

⚠️Your message has failed to send.

Aventurine: Is this someone's idea of a sick joke?

⚠️Your message has failed to send.

Aventurine: How do you know so much about me..?

⚠️The person you are attempting to contact is unavailable.

Aventurine: If you aren't lying...

Aventurine: I want your help

*The blonde inhales, thinking his next words over.*

Aventurine: I need it

Aventurine: If you really aren't messing with me, meet me in Dream's Edge at sundown tomorrow

⚠️Your message has failed to send.

*The gambler swipes away from the messages, the hot tears streaming down his cheeks going almost unnoticed as he opens his contact list and calls Ratio before he can think better of it.*

*He presses his back against the wall, sinking down to rest against the floor with a shaky breath as he listens desperately to the dial tone.*

Pick up, doc. Come on.

[italoniponic]

Hi, can i just say I love your writing! Can i please request a scenario with Jamil where you are his secret admirer and start leaving gifts and cards in his locker all addressed under 'secret admirer' and everyday it always shows up somehow everyday and he can't figure out who it is but realizes it when you say something word for word from one of his letters? I just want to give him the world- thank you!💖

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon!

YEEESSS JAMIL DESERVES THE WORLD

I actually got Jamil to realize it a little earlier but not like fully, it’s just that I think he would suspect the reader at some point but not 100% believing it. Just wanted to inform you about that. This was a really funny story to make, from every little detail to Jamil’s journey to understand things and finally the reveal moment. I love to write Jamil, he’s a mood and at the same time, he’s so complex and interesting, especially about the way he deals with his emotions and how he sees the world around him. Like, really, I just want to hug Jamil so tight with all the love and care I feel for him <3

And I included Azul for a brief moment bc… their dynamic is precious (you never had a friend like him~)

Thanks for the request <3 |

Jamil Viper x gender neutral reader / scenario / 2,2 k words / secret admirer / fluff / bits of comedy / Aladdin references / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Secret Admirer's Wish

“Dear Jamil,

I will never really be able to detail enough how much I admire you and feel grateful for everything you do. There may be hard times, but somehow you always lift your head and find a way to keep going. I wonder where you get that strength from. Would I be able to do the same? Maybe I could also help you, be your support? But I don't think I'm good enough for that. Well, I passed by the city and these shoelaces reminded me of you. I think you’re in need of new ones, but you don’t have time to go out to buy. Hope you like it. The receipt is fixed on this note in case you want to exchange it for something else. But it's no use asking for me in the store, I'll let you know~ 

I hate to repeat it, but I really hope you like it. It's a very sly style! With love (and apologies for the pun),

Your secret admirer.”

Jamil didn't know if this was luck or bad luck. Lately, he was receiving a lot of letters and gifts from a mysterious person, a supposed secret admirer. The gifts weren’t a problem — whoever this person is, they knew his style very well and almost always got what he was wanting to buy right.

But the letters made Jamil very suspicious. So many beautiful words, compliments, promises of admiration and feelings. If Jamil didn’t find these letters in his place in the class, hidden in the space where he kept his school material, it was found in his basketball club’s locker.

He couldn't get it out of his head that this could all be a prank. With each new note, Jamil thoroughly studied the letter and style of phrases, trying to associate it with someone. Trying to find small openings that could reveal the true identity of the sender.

Jamil had his own list of suspects to go through some investigation.

It could have been Kalim trying to actually become friends with him, but that possibility was dismissed pretty quickly because it wasn't his style to keep a secret for so long — and in such a discreet way. Kalim would have revealed all on the second day, loudly and with all the excitement that he had been keeping for a long time.

Another possibility would be Ace or Floyd, as they were his teammates at the basketball club and prone to silly pranks. Overall, it would be more likely because they had the opportunity to observe Jamil more closely to know some of the things he needed — though, not all of them.

“Well, well! Another gift from your admirer, senpai?,” Ace leaned on Jamil's right shoulder, a wide grin on his face.

“Oh, look, a snake shoelace. What do you think, Umihebi-chan?,” Floyd took his place to the left side of his colleague, also entertained by the situation. 

That made Jamil very suspicious but he just kept the themed shoelace and note in his pocket, and kept going as if nothing had happened. Although Floyd and Ace could be the authors of those “little cute letters full of admiration and affection”, he didn’t think they would have so much literary tact to write something so flowery and sincere.

If it was really a prank and not just a very blatantly cruel act of love delusion, the duo would have done something more clichéd, predictable and affected. Jamil knew how to recognize empty words even on paper. In fact, it’s a very fine line between complete naivety, genuine kindness and the most plastic stupidity ever manufactured.

With the end of club activities, Jamil changed the laces on his shoes while reviewing his investigative thoughts. He wouldn’t rest on his case. As if he was going to let someone just praise him for no reason! Especially since it was attracting a lot of attention to him.

The others were already beginning to notice the preference of that mysterious person for Jamil — and him only — so they started teasing Jamil to see if they could discover information that even he didn't know. 

There was also the fact that he really wanted to find out about this person at all costs. At least to thank them, talk a little and convince them that all that motivational support was enough. Well, he didn’t want this person to waste so much of their time on him just to compliment and support him.

Although — oh, it was so embarrassing to admit — Jamil was starting to enjoy being pampered. Just a bit. It seemed so petty of him to think like that and it absolutely corroded him inside, but he couldn’t help it.

This is a person who understands a lot of my style…, he grumbled to himself.

Jamil finished the knot in his favorite wine-red sneakers and noted the contrast to the black shoelace with blood-red rhombuses, a yellow aglet with two tiny red dots one on each side. He wondered if maybe it would look better in his PE sneakers because the color palette would match more.

During his walk to the hallways, Jamil remembered the detail in the note that informed him about the receipt and about how it would be ineffective to ask in the store who made the purchase. The sentence ended with a swung dash, as if the person was trying to be comical or humorous.

“Jamil-san! Floyd told me about your new shoelaces…,” an exaggeratedly kind voice sounded in that poor unfortunate guy’s ears. “Let me be the first to praise you for having such a kind admirer!”

Jamil stopped static halfway through and turned alermed to the most unbearable colleague in his class — in his opinion. Could Azul be his secret admirer? He would literally strangle the merman with his shoelaces, more convinced that this was an attempted bribe than an actual prank.

“How... would you describe this style, Azul?”

Jamil had thought of something. The likelihood of Azul answering the same from the note was small because the colleague was not at all careless but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

“It's quite ‘you’ if I may say,” Azul answered, pulling his glasses closer to his face. He had his standard friendly smile. “I confess that I would have bought you something more practical aesthetically. A light-grey shoelace that would match any outfit... including Octavinelle's uniform for the Mostro Lounge.”

I pity the people who will be your victims when you hunt for employees in the future..., Jamil thought to himself. 

But Azul had raised a vital point: had he been the admirer, he would have made a very different purchase. In fact, the gifts Jamil received had an average and sometimes cheap price and were quite simple, something that someone would be able to buy with a reasonable allowance. 

As stingy as Azul was at times, to hook a big fish like Jamil and make him his precious ally, he would have tried harder and bought more expensive and valuable things. He would have known things about Jamil through Floyd's eyes, but not in such a deep way as to write down what Jamil needed to hear and at the same time, things that sounded so natural.

There was only one person left, even if Jamil couldn’t allow himself the luxury of certainty.

“Thanks, Azul. You were very useful,” he said, saying goodbye to his colleague.

“Did I?”

“Useless! I meant useless!,” Jamil corrected himself. The last thing he wanted was to owe a favor to that suspicious octopus.

“Just this once, I'll let it pass,” Azul’s eyes squinted as the other ran out of there. “I already have someone who is paying this debt…”

                                                    🌸🌸🌸

Saying that you were tired was a mere statement. 

In order to raise money for some of Jamil’s gifts, you made a deal with Azul to work at the Mostro Lounge for about three weeks now. And that day was pretty exhausting. Added to this, you took advantage of your little fifteen-minute break to run to the basketball court and leave one more note and gift for Jamil.

The day before, you went with Jade to the village to buy more groceries and ended up passing by a shoe store. Managing to lose track of your senior — or thinking you had — you walked in and found a pair of shoelaces that immediately reminded you of Jamil.

Your original plan was to buy him a pair of sneakers, but the options were too expensive and he was more in need of shoelaces than new shoes. Not that he said it with all the words, but you could tell by the state of his frayed shoelaces. All you wanted was to put your feelings into words and actions — even if he didn't know it was you.

In fact, you didn't know how much longer you could keep this secret. Jamil was very smart and sooner or later, he would get to you. What could be a desire or a fear depending on his real feelings for you.

You sighed, sprawled exhausted on the floor of Ramshackle’s entrance.

Your quick run and your dismissal of the day have tired you out a lot. It would probably take you another twenty minutes to get up and actually walk into your dorm. The Sun was milder at least, given the fact that it was getting closer to the end of the afternoon. You vaguely watched the horizon, not really paying much attention to the landscape.

That's why you got a bit scared to see two shins obstruct your vision and as you lowered your gaze, you recognized Jamil's new shoelaces.

“J-Ja-jamil!,” you looked up and saw the boy above you, his expression serene and quiet as always.

“Everything okay? You... are in a very bad state,” Jamil wanted to spare you from his concerned opinion that you looked horrible.

You let out a deep sigh, eventually relaxing too much.

“If a huge cobra had choked me to death, this wouldn’t have been the most difficult part of my day.”

“What?”

“Sorry, I forgot that you guys don’t understand these references…”

Truth be told, sometimes you say very incomprehensible things. But Jamil didn’t clinged too much on this. Instead, he bent his right leg, leaning on the floor with the tip of that foot to show you his sneakers.

“What do you think of my new shoelace?,” Jamil asked with a small smile. His eyes were so tight but so far out of reach that you didn't even notice how he looked like a cunning snake ready to pounce.

“Um, cool,” you complimented automatically, although too tired to express much emotion. Suddenly you laughed. “It's a very s-s-s-sly style, if you know what I mean.”

“But of course I understand... my secret admirer.”

“Oh, thanks. You’re so understandable sometimes, Jamil.”

Wait... secret admirer?, you repeated in your own head, slowly reasoning out what had just happened. It made you really stand up and hold him by the shoulders, desperate.

“No...! I...! Ah! I mean...!,” your ability to speak seemed to be gone.

Jamil, on the other hand, looked as shocked as you. He had come to you because there was no one else who could be close enough to him to understand him the way the words in those notes made it sound. But in all honesty, he wasn't sure if it could really be you.

He had approached cautiously, ready to wash his hands and ignore the whole situation if he had to. Jamil would have given up on finding out who that mysterious admirer was since the person he really loved couldn’t reciprocate him. 

In the last forty minutes, he had planned all the ways to reject his admirer — because not being matched by the one he wanted would already be enough pain. However, it seemed like he didn’t need to do any of this. 

“So it was you all along,” Jamil said, his eyes steady on you. “I'm glad.”

You were surprised to see Jamil smile, even though he looked down when he did. He didn't know how it made your heart melt to see him so determined one moment and then, shyly melt. You touched the side of his face, making him face you again. 

You had planned to write your next secret admirer letter all about the beauty of Jamil’s charcoal gray eyes but maybe you could say it another time. And in front of him too, at last!

“Jamil, are you a genius? - you asked, seeing Jamil raise one eyebrow in confusion. “Because you always fulfill my wishes.”

It was a silly pick-up line, you both knew that. But Jamil started laughing anyway. He tried to cover his mouth to muffle the sound, in vain. People say that because you're in love, you genuinely laugh at someone's jokes even if they're not very good. Maybe it was because that phrase softened the mood between you.

Either way, it was a beautiful scene to watch. Behind you, a beautiful and splendid sunset. Jamil — having at least controlled his laughter — tried to hide his smile from you, who regarded him as the most precious thing in your world.

[quietwingsinthesky]

for your "f*ck with my muse" thing: 4, 7, 27, 34, 36, 39, and/or 40 with the Doctor

For you, anon, for waiting so patiently, you may have a drabble for each <3 and a multitude of Doctors for them.

4 - 11 & River

He tells the Ponds that River’s brainwashing broke with her sacrifice, clean and simple.

Rule one: the Doctor lies.

River’s hands are already bloody when she beats him to the ground. Not his blood, but soon, it is.

“River Song,” he forces from a busted lip, “you’re River Song-” Another crack, knuckle against bone. “Your mother’s Amy-” Harder, his vision blurring. “You’re my-”

He has to believe she’s fighting, or she’d have gone straight for the kill.

She raises her fist again.

“I trust you.” He cups the hand at his throat. “I trust you, River.”

And River wakes up.

7 - War

“I’m here to help,” he says, reaching for the girl as she shrinks back. “The Daleks are gone. You’re safe.”

He catches her dress. Her eyes go wide, terrified, and before he can move, she barrels out at him. Pain shocks through his side. He shoves her back instinctively.

Her hands are wrapped around a shard of metal, her only protection. It’s coated in his blood.

She’s shaking.

He takes the metal from her, scoops her up, and carries her as he bleeds.

He’ll have to hope he can get her to safety and still have time to help himself.

27 - 12 & Clara

His plan to have all their attention on him, away from Clara, begins to fall apart the minute he hears, “Toss him out an airlock. He’s getting on my nerves.”

“You don’t want to-” He starts, before he’s yanked backwards by his hair, his body twisting until he’s being dragged across the floor.

“Doctor!” he hears Clara yell.

“Her next! When we’re done with her!”

He has to think. His scalp is on fire, his arms bent the wrong way by the handcuffs holding him, and Clara is in danger.

He’s been in worse situations. He’ll get them out. Somehow.

34 - 10 & Martha

“I know where she is,” the Master says, gleeful for the opportunity as the Doctor forces himself not to respond. “Of course you don’t believe me. Here. Take a look.”

The pictures he scatters before the Doctor are unmistakably Martha.

“Wandering up through Canada… I bet you miss her, Doctor. Her family misses her. I should have her picked up.”

Martha’s clothes are dirty, her eyes wary. The Doctor needs her to be free more than he needs air.

“Or, if you beg, I could forget where she’s been.”

Without hesitation, the Doctor falls to his knees to protect her.

36 - 10 & Rose

He should have noticed sooner, before the conscious light behind Rose’s eyes blinked out into something hungry and feral. Before she was on him, knocking them both to the floor and the antidote he’s been working on for the rest of the ship rolls from his hand.

“Rose!” She can’t understand him anymore. He knows that, and he tries anyway, hoping he can reach her.

She stills.

“Rose,” he breathes, “you won’t-”

She lunges down at him. Her teeth sink into his neck. He can feel her jaw clenching, the hot release of blood as his skin tears. He screams.

39 - 10 & Donna

The package is large, a mystery, and exciting until he opens it. Inside, there’s a much smaller box. He turns it over in his hands, but there’s no more indication of its origins than the one it came in.

He looks over his shoulder, ready to ask Donna-

She isn’t there. She never will be again.

He forces his attention back on the mystery.

He opens it. It’s empty.

He frowns, brushes his fingers along the bottom, and feels… something. He pinches it and draws it out.

It’s one long, red hair. The Doctor drops it.

No sender. No information.

40 - 9 & Jack & Rose

His veins are burning with poison. He’s trying to tell them what to do, but his tongue feels thick and heavy. Jack’s carrying more and more of his weight as he hauls the Doctor back to the TARDIS.

Rose is crying. “Don’t let her cry,” the Doctor tries to tell Jack, “tell her I’ll be alright.” His words are incomprehensible.

He has to be, for Rose to smile again, for Jack to complain about this later rather than whisper to the Doctor now how he can’t leave them now.

He wouldn’t ever leave them, if it was up to him.

[anonymousfoz]

About Writeblr Mafia Mystery

Note: not in the right mindset to write any of this but it needed to be said

I'm going to say this since I seen some of it and as M from the last one.

If you don't want a part of it, that's fine. But there isn't any real reason to be rude.

Yes there are copy cats and it gets a little extreme. You're not being asked to take part, the anon for this time sent an ask to @writeblr-of-my-own, go there and peacefully say you don't want any part.

That's no reason to be fucking rude. The intent is clearly to be a fun little mystery and count down to something with a lot of alice wonderland.

When I was M, the intent was for a fun game and some added chaos.

People copied because we were having fun and some went too far, it sucked we had to end the game but I know what it's like on the other side. To be sending asks and having your game ruined or taken the wrong way.

Someone wanted us in on the fun, if your going to "tell the senders to fuck themselves". There is the chance it's one of your fucking mutuals.

If I see any of this I'm going to address it and if there is a fight, oh well.

There is no reason to be an asshole or be a debbie downer over someone wanting to have fun. You don't want in, Go to the post linked below and say you want out.

If your going to be an ass about it there, I will comment back.

Because it's clearly a fucking writeblr. The poetry, the mention of mainly writeblr names.

These are people in our own fucking community.

I'm not going to mention any names or anything because I can't fully remember and I'm just upset right now because of life.

[levmada]

Hey im happy for you to have so much followers! I hope you have a lovely day and I wanted to ask Force spot in the event?

For hurt/comforting Levi. With a taller reader and their jacket please 😊

[TUCK] - for sender to find receiver’s muse asleep somewhere and tuck them in with a blanket (or jacket, etc)

thank you so much<333! finally starting on answering these lol

//tall!gn!reader

The last place you haven't checked for Levi’s mysterious whereabouts—his office, Erwin's office, signs he went into town, even the training yard this soon after an expedition—is the linen closet next to his bedroom door, which connects to his office.

You have a good feeling about this. Levi retreating there isn’t as rare as he would want to lead you to believe. Yesterday, Petra and Eld could've been ripped apart just like that when a panicked Scout swung between them during one of their paired maneuvers.

Levi intervened just in time, and has been on autopilot since then. Left distraught and antsy now that you're home in relative safety, and he has no excuse to express his fear with his temper anymore. The last you'd seen of him was your bath together.

First, you extinguish your lantern light to a puny flame so as to not startle him, and twist the doorknob all the way, so it opens in silence.

You breathe out a relieved, silent huff at the sight of his small, hunched form in the corner of the closet, he knees tucked all the way to his chin. Seems he’s nodded off, surrounded by smells of soft linen, stale mothballs, and a myriad of cleaning solutions.

A nap is well-deserved, since the last time you spotted him really sleeping, and not just catching five winks or dozing in front of a campfire was six days ago.

He can be startled awake at the smallest shift, the tiniest sound. It's a wonder he didn't wake when you opened the door.

You step away, your faint footfalls whispered so you can slip off your baggy cotton jacket in relative silence. While you're at it, you tug the drawstrings to the same length, cross the barrier between the bedroom and closet, and kneel down.

It's springtime, not very cold, but it seems like he retreated here before his hair even finished drying. He rests with a worried pull on his brow, completely still.

You drape the thick cotton across his front, and lay the lapels over his shoulders, like a shawl. The hood sags as you neatly drape the rest over his knees. That's better. You can't count the number of times you've caught Levi in your clothes, so you hope this will bring him comfort when he wakes.

Rising from your kneel, you twist the knob the same when you close the door for silence. Later, he can come to you. For now, he deserves to rest.

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[promptsblog]

Anon prompt requests: (Part 2: Vlogger prompts)

Here are some vlog-themed writing prompts:

1. Your character starts a vlog to document the last year of high school. What secret does the camera capture that wasn't meant to be shared?

2. A group of friends discover a channel where the vlogger eerily resembles one of them. What happens when they start watching the videos?

3. Your character is an investigative journalist, vlogging their discoveries as they uncover secrets within their insular world.

4. A vlogger who specializes in debunking myths decides to tackle a local urban legend.

5. Your character starts accepting challenges to boost their view count, but the challenges begin to escalate in dangerous ways.

6. A famous vlogger mysteriously disappears. Your character decides to follow the clues left in their last few videos to find out what happened.

7. A collab gone horribly wrong.

8. Your character’s pet gains internet fame through their vlog. How does this sudden popularity change both their lives?

9. A beauty vlogger starts receiving mysterious products from an anonymous sender. The products seem high quality at first but start to have some strange effects on the vlogger.

To be continued...

Part 1

[dialup-kin-help]

Hello. I am Arthur Lester, my source is the podcast Malevolent. I've only recently formed, but I remember by life being similar to canon, and John ended up with his own body, though not quite human. I remember loving Bella, though only as a friend, we came to an understanding on that point, before we were married. I was in love with Parker, though I didn't know it until it was too late. I'm missing John and Faroe dearly, but truthfully, I would be delighted to speak with anyone who shares my source, including those who may have hurt myself and John. Body is 19. Please contact at @jellybean-sys or interact with this and I will do my best to reach out.

!!

[bonesandthebees]

Hi, bee or bones, honestly haven't figured out which one I like better.

I'm very new to tumblr, and I've mostly just been ghost stalking posts from fandoms that I like. Lemme tell ya, I've struggled trying to put this ask together, so bear with me /lh.

All that being said.

1) I really enjoyed the end of strings. It's so amazing, and I haven't watched Your Name. but I loved the imagery.

2) Almost everything that I know about qsmp is from your one-shots, and I love it. It's exams month, so I haven't had time to watch hours long streams, and usually I'm in class when they're streaming anyways. Or sleeping lol.

Thanks for all your writing! I first became attached to tommyinnit's clinic, and I fell in love with all your other works. Congrats on 50 published works, btw!

3) I saw a video by JessLess on Youtube about bookbinding fanfics, and I was wondering if I would be able to bind clinic?? I, of course, wouldn't use it for commercial use, but it's my comfort fanfic, and I would love to have it in physical form so I could carry it around and maybe even add little notes in the pages.

-🪶 (I couldn't find a feather quill, and if it's not already taken. And if you don't mind me asking why are asks anonymous sometimes? I'm still trying to figure out the world of tumblr.)

Sorry for this long ask! Thank you for inspiring me!

hi welcome to tumblr!! I'm so glad you enjoy my fics!! very happy you liked the ending of strings :D also regarding my qsmp one shots, I feel like I should tell you that my one shots do not touch on the mystery horror/arg kind of lore whatsoever bc my one shots were centered around q!wilbur who did not get involved in that stuff lol, so if all you know about qsmp if from my fics you are missing a lot of the insanity going on rn (very understandable if you're struggling to catch up though it's a Lot)

regarding book binding go check out the carrd linked in my pinned post. it has my personal guidelines regarding doing that kind of stuff with my fics :)

also i am so sorry but that emoji is not showing up on my computer (I need to update my OS at some point... rip) so you might wanna choose a different one if you plan on hopping in here again 😭

oh and the reason some asks are anonymous is just if the sender wants to be anonymous. sometimes a person might wanna send a blog they like an ask but don't want their 'identity' attached to it, hence why they go on anon for it. it's entirely up to the person sending the ask. sometimes a blog might have their anon asks turned off, meaning people can't send asks on anon which is usually something a blog will do if they're getting harassed since people are far less likely to harass someone just fully out in the open on their main blog. but yeah it's just up to you for the most part!

tysm for the kind words <3

[nobodysdaydreams]

Why I Find Green Plaid So Annoying, And What I Intend to Do about It: An Explanation of My Heroic Actions by Constance Contraire

For one thing plaid’s hideous, a pattern cooked up

By dimwit designers who must have been mad

It’s also perfidious(a word I looked up—it means lots of different things, all of them bad)

Why, it’s nothing but lines! Lines and more lines!

Not one single curve! Not one polka dot!

What monstrous minds could have called these designs?

They ought to be caught and tied up on the spot!

But worse, even worse, is the fact that it’s green,

The color you turn when you’ve eaten a bug,

And all of the gross and nasty things I’ve ever seen,

Like pond scum and slime molds or that horrible slug,

All covered with fungus out in the backyard

That I saw Tuesday night right before I got sick.

No matter how hard I have tried (I’ve tried hard)

I’ve never seen green things without thinking, “Ick!”

So what can I do? There isn’t much for it

If I’m to get rid of this hideous sight:

If green plaid I hate (and I do abhor it)

Then action is called for! A battle! A fight!

I must free the man who has been held

Behind prison fences (that crisscrossing plaid!)

Long covered by so much grass green it’s a veld!

I must free this man who will soon be my dad!

(For if he’s my dad, with him I’ll be seen! So away with this plaid, and good day to this green!)

The Inbox of Bods (a poem of thanks)

By: Bods B. Nobody

Procrastinating like so often before,

My inbox gives me one ask more.

Not a question on fic (though those do delight)

Nor a response to the ask game I made that one night,

But a poem familiar, so nostalgic and sweet,

Its sender I should surely love to meet.

To thank them bestowing such a gift upon me,

Poetry for followers and mutuals to see.

But alas! My anon-

-I’m afraid it ‘twas on!

The message’s sender vanished and gone.

But even if they were to be located,

What suffices as thanks for the gift they created?

Perhaps a poem of gratitude I write,

Perhaps that will be pleasing to their sight.

Yet, is that a sufficient reply,

If the anonymous sender is not notified?

If they don’t see this on their dash,

Will they think I threw their poem in the trash?

‘Tis the thought that counts, but even so,

I wish there was a way that I could know.

That my thanks reached it’s benefactor, so mysterious and shy,

Still, I suppose all one can do is to try.

Though anon has vanished like a ghost,

I hope one day they find this post.

And know their beautiful poem,

Has found a good home,

Here in the inbox of Bods 💕

[mcltiples]

send anons about their father. || accepting

anon sent; Would you say that you have "daddy issues"? [[ for Verosika ]]

With flask in hand, Verosika took her time chugging the bitter Hellish liquor that she filled it up with. Some of it oozed down her chin, dripping down to her cleavage. She didn't care. What she did care about was getting as drunk as she could to answer this question.

Not that it made her upset or affected her in anyway. Though, there was no clear way of answering it. After all, she would consider her past.. complicated.

"Do I look like I have daddy issues?"

The words were spat out as she took a finger to her chin, wiping away the liquor that lingered there. Staring daggers at the mysterious sender.

It didn't matter if it was true or not. She just wanted to know where anyone got that idea from.

[deathfavor]

Anonymous said: The sender of the gift will be long gone by the time Yukari discovers them, there's no card, only a large bouquet of deep purple roses and a small note containing a short poem: Look inside the hollowed tree, it may seem empty, but it is teaming with life - from a mysterious Kuroh anon

" Oh? What is this? Do I have a secret admirer? " Yukari looks amused - both at the tactic of leaving a gift and running and that, of course he did. Yukari always had some. It was a less a question of if and more of how many.

They're quite beautiful flowers. Yukari lifts a hand to admire the petals - a rich and vivid color that appeals to him. Royalty, mystery, luxury. Something rather fitting to be tied to the beauty angel. A shame there's no card.

Wait!

His eyes catch sight of the note tucked within the bunch of roses, carefully placed to ensure it didn't fall. Poetry? He always had been fond of it. Although there's precious few who share the same love for it, fewer who would gift it, and even fewer who wouldn't do some cheap or cliché poem. On the contrary, he recognizes this particular poem

" It almost feels like two gifts in one. " Yukari smiles - clearly Kuroh was the culprit when it carries the voice of their past king. " Thank you! " Kuroh likely wasn't anywhere around to hear it, but he liked to think that the wind would carry his thanks in it till it reached the black dog's ears.

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

i've been inactive for years, but i still like to check tumblr as i'm following a fair few rp blogs and personals where people talk about their rps. i get a little kick out of sending anon ask memes to people i follow or have come across while browsing, because they'll never know who i am other than a mysterious anon meme sender :>