#omg the way there’s at least 5 facts in the first one alone

[lynzishell]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Ahhh TYSM for sending me this ask!!! Honestly, the timing could not be more perfect because I have been wanting to give Lex the spotlight for quite some time now!! I cannot tell you how much I ✨adore✨ this girl!!! And let me tell you why....

💚Lex McPhee💚

Ahhh we love Lex, you guys! She is loud and extroverted and optimistic and compassionate and gives the biggest tightest hugs in the whole world! She's protective of those she loves, and has no issue telling off those she despises. She's very honest, and will always tell you truth, even if it hurts, but she won't be insensitive about it. Like.. "I know you don't want to hear this, but I'll be here with you while you process it" kinda vibes.

"Lex" is actually short for Lexus, which she absolutely hates. No one who wants to keep all their teeth would ever call her that... even her parents eventually gave it up. (She'd probably be angry that I even told you so shhhhh)

Speaking of her parents... She does not get along with them. They aren't necessarily terrible, they've just never seen eye to eye. They're very materialistic and snobbish and care too much about appearances. They fought a lot when she was growing up, and she was happy to leave home as soon as she could.

Where's that you ask? Brindleton Bay, of course! She grew up there, as did Asher, and the two of them have been Best Friends since middle school. They're both very energetic and animated when they speak, so the two of them telling a story together is either overwhelming or hilarious, depending on the person. And they tend to rile each other up and start bickering or wrestling or having silly competitions that spring up out of nowhere. (Lex is also *very* competitive lol)

After high school, she moved to San Myshuno. While she was sad that Ash didn't join her, she was glad to be in the city. She got a job as a tester at a gaming company while she went to school, and eventually became a developer there. And this is where she met Atlas! The two of them became friends quickly.. the extrovert adopting the introvert.. a tale as old as time.

BONUS: A few years later, Asher moved in with Lex in San Myshuno and got a job at the same gaming company where he met Atlas 🥰 Stay tuned for more on that in Part 4 🤸🏻‍♀️✨

Thank you again for sending me this ask!! ILYSM and I'm sending you Lex-style squeeeezees!!! 💖💖💖

[rrinkyoo]

IT'S YOU

she could be down but she won't go away

♫ now playing – she won't go away… faye webster

in which you grow up with katsuki and realize you're a little more than friends

a/n: again, i'm trying to do as many requests as i can. the next few will most likely be long fics unless i get another headcannon request.

DURING CHILDHOOD.ᐟ

during their childhood, bakugou and y/n net when they were around 5 to 6 years old so around the time all the little kids were developing quirks.

i feel like a lot of people think differently about this but i think he wouldn't treat you any differently than he treats everyone else. he'd give extremely subtle special treatment but i don't think he'd act any differently and this applies to the future as well.

but maybe since you guys have known each other for so long and y/n is one of the few people bakugou can tolerate, you'd be able to soften up his rough edges or at least calm him down a bit.

bakugou couldn't get enough of the fiery cracks that submerged from his palms. his newly manifested quirk was already fascinating enough as it was but the attention he received from it made it even better. especially from the little fly that wouldn't seem to leave bakugou alone, who was you.

you swung on the swing set as you stared at bakugou in pure admiration, your mouth slightly agape at the sight of sparks flying from his hands. "waah! you're going to be so strong katsu!" you exclaimed. bakugou puffed out his chest in a cocky manner.

"i already am strong," he said with his usual smug grin. you hopped off the swing and ran over to him, grabbing his hand and examining it in curiosity. "i'm going to be the number one hero!" he continued, both of their cheeks puffed up as they shared the same cheesy grin.

"and you'll be the number two, so we can stay together. okay?"

CRUSHING ON YOU.ᐟ

it would take years and i mean YEARS for him to realize he finally has feelings for you. especially during U.A where being in a relationship isn't even on his current list of priorities.

he finds himself more hyper-aware of everything you do. the way you talk, the way you fidget in your seat during class, the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about something you love. he notices it all and it irritates him so much.

bakugou realizing his feelings will definitely change his attitude but definitely not for the better. i feel like he'd be harsher towards you but i see him doing it as a way to see you improve and not blatantly being rude to you like others.

you will definitely have to confess first because i STAND by the fact that he will not confess anything until you say it. and when you do he will not be easy about it bro will look at you like this and not say a word.

sweat dripped down the faces of you and bakugou. the intensity of training as 1-A students was no joke. you lay on the grass, huffing and puffing trying to catch your breath. training itself was difficult, but training with bakugou made it 10 times harder. a sudden shadow blocked the sun from your face and bakugou's face was above yours.

"i told you your form was sloppy. you never fix it," he grumbled. you scoffed and waved a hand over your face for cold air. "you never give me time to fix it." you retorted.

"i told you i'm not going easy on you," he said with his eyebrows furrowed in frustration. his expectations for you were high, he knew you could do it so he kept pushing you, and he also saw how determined you were. how your jaw would clench, how your eyebrows would furrow how your hair would move over your shoulders, how the sun would define every curve on your face-

"dammit.." he grumbled under his breath and moved away from you to the other side of the field. "hurry up so we can keep training."

WHILE DATING.ᐟ

personally, i think dating bakugou would be similar to how you were when you guys were friends but with added affection. everything would still be the same like the bickering and the banner but it'd be so cutesy now because omg couple (≧◡≦)(≧◡≦)

bakugou had always been protective of you years before you started dating. now think of that times 10. he'd constantly be on alert and if anybody did anything to offend you expect them to be at your front door begging for forgiveness on their knees.

and his affection would be subtle. he is a D1 hater of PDA so he'll only show you intimacy when you guys are alone in one of your rooms with the door locked (real!). but you two would be curled up together and he'd always keep the same scowl on his face until eventually his features get softer and softer (つω`｡)

it was well past midnight, and you knew that katsuki would be asleep but you didn't know where else to go. you'd woken up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, and though you weren't one to get spooked easily, it still startled you quite a bit. so that's how you ended up at katsuki's dorm with his arms forcefully wrapped around you and a scowl drawn on his face.

he wasn't the happiest since you did wake him up from his deep slumber, but he knew that if he didn't open the door he wouldn't hear the end of it in the morning. "you're such a scaredy-cat, y'know? who in hell gets that scared from a lame nightmare?" he grumbled.

"i do" you argued back. the two of you went back and forth for a bit, the usual bickering until the sound of your soft snores filled katsuki's ears. he wanted to be annoyed, he really did, but he couldn't fight the faint smile that tugged on the corner of his lips.

[h00nerz]

murphy’s law!

masterlist | 1k celebration

pairing: choi beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: angst, fluff, high school au, troublemaker!beomgyu, stuco president!reader, kind of one sided enemies to lovers if you squint

word count: 3.2k (im so sorry)

warnings: none afaik? just burnt out reader

prompt(s): #5 — “why are you crying?”

requested: “hi! congratulations on 1k followers!!! for the event, can i have prompt 5 with beomgyu? what i had on mind was like highschool au and reader just had a bad day or smth and had to stay after school to clean, and started crying in the classroom alone and beomgyu was also in the school and heard reader crying and found that it was his long time crush? i hope this makes sense! sorry if this was too long too😓 thank you in advance!!♥️♥️” — @loveliii

authors note: omg the first drabble of the celebration... except apparently i can’t write drabbles so it’s more of a oneshot plz forgive me.

MURPHY’S LAW STATES: everything that can go wrong, will go wrong. Now, you had no idea who Murphy was, but you used to always believe he was full of shit. There had been plenty of instances where things could have gone wrong, but they didn’t. 

In fact, when it came to your case, it seemed like things usually went right. You got good grades, and got along well with all of your teachers. You were the captain of your school’s volleyball team, and had even been elected your school’s student body president your last year of high school. Things always went well for you, which is why you had never really been a believer in what that Murphy guy had to say. 

At least, that’s what you thought before today. Because now, you were starting to think maybe you had taken your past ability to narrowly avoid disaster for granted. Because today, just like Murphy had once predicted, everything that could go wrong did just that: go wrong. 

It started with your stupid charger. The night before, you must have apparently unplugged it, because when you plugged it into your phone before going to bed, it never charged. Which meant your phone died, and that meant your alarm never went off. And that meant you woke up ten minutes before school started, and your bus was going to be there any second. 

So, in the quickest fashion you could muster, you brushed through your hair so you looked at least somewhat presentable then slipped into your uniform. You were incredibly impressed by how fast you’d managed to do that—just over 60 seconds! It must have been some kind of record. Less impressive, though, was the fact that even though you had been so speedy, you watched as the bus you were supposed to be on drove away in the direction of your school, leaving you behind. 

Thank goodness for all those years playing volleyball, you had built up enough stamina to (barely) get you from your house all the way to the school. You were twenty minutes late, sure, but hey, at least you were there, right? Your first period teacher was not so understanding, almost immediately assigning you to detention after school. 

Detention. You never got detention. In your four years at that school, working your ass off to be the best student you could be, a child your parents could be proud ofc, not once had you gotten assigned to detention. The realization that for the first time ever, you’d been punished by a teacher, was a foreign feeling as you sat at your desk and replayed everything that had happened. Detention, all because your stupid phone charger decided not to work the night before. 

“Damn, I thought you were immune to detention.” A voice behind you whispered, and you glanced over to see Choi Beomgyu grinning at you. Of course Beomgyu had seen that all. 

Choi Beomgyu was the exact opposite of you. He had fights with teachers basically on the daily, and you were pretty sure he was failing most of his classes. Not because he was stupid, by any means, he was actually really smart. He just didn’t try, he didn’t care about school the way you did. What he did care about, though, was teasing you as much as was humanly possible. 

And of course, he had just seen you, the student body president, run into class twenty minutes late and get detention. 

You had half a mind to bite back at him, because oh would that be satisfying, but you weren’t looking to talk in the middle of class and make your punishment worse than it already was. You instead gave him a side-eye glare, and he must have found it amusing since he started to giggle. 

Once class got out, you really shouldn’t have been surprised to glance over your shoulder to see Choi Beomgyu following you, hot on your tail like he was some sort of lost puppy. You groaned quietly to yourself, hoping that if you ignored him long enough, he would get bored and walk away. Unfortunately, Beomgyu was a very patient man. 

“I can’t believe you were late! What happened? Did your carriage lose a wheel on the way here, your highness?” He asked, using his long legs so he could get right up next to you.  

You stayed silent.

“Come on, you can tell me! I’m like, the king of being late. I won’t judge.” He nudged your arm with his elbow, with just enough pressure for you to fall out of your rhythm. Now, he finally had your attention as you turned to look at him, eyes narrowed.

“Look, I’m not in the mood today, okay?” You told him flatly, and you were expecting him to find your irritable mood amusing, and find a way to push your buttons further than he already had, but he didn’t. 

Instead, his face softened and he (surprisingly) went quiet. You didn’t bother sticking around to figure out what that was all about, not when you still needed to get to your class on the other end of the building, and you were not risking being late to a second class. So, you gave him a small nod, a thank you for leaving you alone, then walked away.

The rest of your day wasn’t any better. 

In your history class, you got your grades for a test you’d recently taken, and nearly fell out of your seat when you saw a big fat C staring back at you. And your horror increased tenfold when you saw it wasn’t just a C, but a C minus. Never in your high school career had you gotten a C minus. 

At that point of the day, you were starting to become convinced that someone had put some sort of curse on you. You didn’t really have any enemies who would have done that to you, though. Except maybe Choi Beomgyu, but you had a feeling putting a curse on someone was too much effort for him to be bothered with.

By the time the school day was over, you were completely exhausted. At lunch, your best friend, Sumin, accidentally spilled her drink on your uniform, and now you were wearing some extras from the lost and found that were much too big for you. You wanted nothing more than to go home, crawl into your bed and have a good cry, but you still had to do your detention. 

You weren’t really sure what to expect from detention, considering you’d never had to do it before. You knew you weren’t looking forward to it, though, and just hoped it wouldn’t be anything horrible--especially since it was your first offense.

Your first period teacher was waiting for you in her classroom after classes got out, and she greeted you with a sympathetic smile. “Y/N. You know you’re one of my favorite students, so it really broke my heart when I saw you come in late this morning.”

The urge to roll your eyes arose, but you managed to fight it. Here she was, acting like you had betrayed her or something, when really, it was her decision to punish you for something so small. 

“I understand.” You replied with a nod, avoiding her gaze. 

“Good. So, I figured out the perfect thing for you.” She stood up and began to walk out of the classroom, with you following closely behind. 

Apparently, the perfect thing for you was some storage room that clearly hadn’t been cleaned in a long time. There had been racks with boxes of textbooks that must have gotten knocked over, since the books were now all over the floor. And the room was covered in a thick layer of dust that made your nose itch the second you stepped inside. She left you with a singular rag, a bottle of cleaner, then left you alone.

You stood in the doorframe, assessing the room in front of you. Just from looking at it, you knew it was going to take you at least a few hours to clean the entire thing by yourself. Which meant it was going to be a few hours before you could go home, a few hours before you could go sleep this horrible, awful day away. Even worse, you were sure that something would go wrong during those next few hours that would prolong the time even longer. 

Throughout the whole day, ever since you first realized you’d missed the bus, you had felt tears pricking your waterline, but you had managed to hold them in. You were going to wait until you were in your own bedroom, in private, before you even thought of letting them out. But now, as you stood there, staring at the mess in front of you, you could no longer hold them in.

It was like the floodgates had opened up, and all of the emotions you’d been restraining all day were released. A sob racked through your body, and you were no longer able to keep yourself steady, your knees unbuckling beneath you and causing you to collapse onto the floor. It was wildly embarrassing, the way you became a mess on the floor of the dirtiest room you’d ever seen, where anyone could walk in and see you. 

And of course, because stupid Murphy just had to be right, that was exactly what happened. 

There was a soft knock at the door, and you hurriedly looked over your shoulder to see the absolute last person you wanted to see poking his head in. You were overcome with horror as you snapped your head around to look away, praying as hard as you could to whatever deity would listen that he hadn’t seen your tears. 

“Woah, are you crying?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“No. Why would I be crying?” You sniffled, picking up the rag and spray bottle you had dropped onto the floor and standing up. He caught a glimpse of your face again when you walked past, and he scoffed. 

“You’re totally crying. Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” He asked again, stepping further into the storage closet and shutting the door behind him. 

You shot him a glare as you attempted to stand one of the racks back up. “I’m not crying. Besides, even if I were, I’m not telling you. You’ll just make fun of me.” You mumbled the last part. Standing the rack up was proving to be futile. 

“No I wouldn’t!” He defended himself, watching as you struggled to push the rack up. “Here, let me help you with that--”

“No!” You snapped at him, and he backed up with his hands held up defensively. You tried one more time to stand it up, and let out a frustrated groan when it once again wouldn’t budge. You had no choice but to surrender, and move to the side so Beomgyu could help you. 

You were angry that you had to get his help to move the stupid thing. Now you were forced to be thankful he had showed up and barged in. “Thanks.” You muttered, brushing past him as you went to once again get your little rag and bottle.

“You’re welcome.” Beomgyu replied, and though you were facing away from him, you could hear his annoying, cocky smile in his voice. “So, are you going to tell me why you were crying?” 

“No.”

“Oh, so you were crying!”

“I didn’t say that.” You looked up at him as you sprayed cleaner onto the dusty shelf. “I told you already, didn’t I? I don’t want to talk about it.” 

Unfortunately, he didn’t seem as willing to drop the subject as he had earlier in the day. “Come on, Y/N. I saw you crying, you’re clearly upset, just tell me about it!” 

“You’re going to laugh at me.”

“No I won’t!” He exclaimed, sounding exasperated. You raised an eye at his outburst, and he cleared his throat. “Seriously. I won’t.” He softened his tone, looking at you with pleading eyes. 

You stared back at him, trying to figure out if you could trust him. This was Choi Beomgyu you were talking about, the boy who had tormented you for years on end with his constant teasing. But, he did look very sincere. And you were sort of itching to rant to someone. 

“Fine. My phone didn’t charge last night, so my alarm never went off, so I woke up late, then I missed the bus and had to run to school, and then I got detention, and then I got a C on my stupid history test, and then Sumin spilled her stupid soda on me, so I had to wear this stupid uniform from the lost and found, and-and then I had to come here and clean this stupid closet, and I’m just so tired, and I-I--” The next thing you knew you were crying again, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as the tears spilled onto your cheeks once again. 

The second the sobs slipped from your lips again, Beomgyu rushed around the shelf, slipping his arms around your trembling body and pulling you close to his chest. You were so desperate for any kind of comfort, you didn’t bother trying to push him away. Instead, you leaned into his touch, reaching up to grip onto the edge of his uniform jacket. He began to rub your back as you buried your face into his shirt, letting yourself cry--like, really cry. You thought you were going to pass out at any second from how difficult it was for you to catch your breath between sobs. 

After enough of his fingers rubbing circles into your back and his soft shh’s whispered into your ear, you were slowly able to calm down to the point you could breathe again. It was truly unbelievable that you were here, in some dusty storage closet crying into Choi Beomgyu’s arms. It was not a position you had ever predicted yourself to be in. And yet…

You didn’t totally hate it.

“Can I tell you something?” Beomgyu asked softly, and with a small sniffle, you nodded against his shirt. “The reason I tease you so much… It’s so embarrassing…” He laughed softly, and you gently pulled your head away, looking up at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“What?” You asked, and as he gazed down at you, his cheeks reddened. 

“Um… When we were in first grade, I tried to copy off of your test, once…”

“Yeah, I knew that.”

“What?! No you didn’t, I was so subtle, you didn’t even notice.” He shook his head, and you rolled your eyes. “But anyways, that’s not the point. I was trying to copy off your test, but I remember, I made the mistake of looking at your face--”

“What’s wrong with my face?” You asked defensively, a frown befalling your features.

“Let me finish!” He snapped at you, and out of curiosity to hear the rest of the story, you conceded. “So, I made the mistake of looking at your face, and you were all focused, and had your tongue sticking out of the side of your mouth,” he paused to allow a giggle to escape his lips. 

“And I remember thinking you were so cute, and then I got so distracted watching you, by the time you got up to turn your test in, I had missed everything you had written down.”

You stared at him in confusion, trying to figure out what on Earth the point of this whole story was. “What…?”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh come on, Y/N. You’re the top of all our classes, and you can’t figure it out?” 

You shook your head, and he let out a defeated sigh.

“I’m saying, Y/N, that I tease you because…” He paused, sucking in a shaky breath. “Because I like you, okay?” 

“Oh.” 

Oh.

Beomgyu liked you? Since first grade? You were unable to process his words, playing them in your head on repeat like some kind of broken record. He liked you. He annoyed the hell out of you, just because he liked you. What kind of middle school boy behavior was that? 

“Oh? Is that all you have to say to my heartfelt confession?” He asked in fake offense, and you quickly shook your head. 

“No! I’m just--it’s just--you like me? As in like-like me?” He nodded in confirmation, and you squinted your eyes at him. As he watched you, your gaze drifted down to his jacket, which you had been clinging onto just moments earlier, and the tear soaked fabric. 

You felt like you should be absolutely appalled by his confession, and wracked with disgust, or something. You weren’t supposed to like Beomgyu! You weren’t supposed to be able to even stand him! But, his confession wasn’t the worst thing you had ever heard. In fact, as your fingers reached out to graze the edge of his jacket, you thought maybe you sort of liked hearing it.

“Y/N?” He asked you quietly, and you hummed in answer. “You don’t have to say anything, you know. In fact, if you really want me to, I can leave. Or you can leave, and I’ll finish cleaning for you--”

Maybe it was because you were in an emotionally crazed state, or you were desperate to prove Murphy wrong, hell, maybe it was just because you liked him back, but whatever it was, something overcame you, and the next thing you knew, you were tightening your fingers around his jacket to pull him close to you and press your lips against his. 

The first thing you thought when you kissed Choi Beomgyu, was why hadn’t you done this sooner? You had been so consumed by your dislike towards him, and too focused on other things like your academics, you had never stopped to think of Beomgyu in this way. But now, as he immediately kissed you back, and wrapped his arms around your waist, you wished you had thought of him this way. 

Because kissing Choi Beomgyu was absolutely not wrong. Rather, it was very, very right. It was like his lips were made to fit perfectly against your own, as they moved together in unison. You started to think all the bad things that had gone down that day weren’t so bad if it meant they would lead to this. 

After what felt like an eternity of heavy breathing and hot kisses, the two of you finally pulled away, resting your foreheads against one another as you attempted to catch your breath. You glanced up at Beomgyu, a small grin spreading across your face to mirror his own. 

“Hey, do you really want to clean all this shit?” He asked quietly, cocking an eyebrow at you. You shook your head. “Didn’t think so. Let’s get out of here, we’ll just tell them I kidnapped you, or something. You’re the Pres, they’ll believe us.”

Running away now was risking even further punishment, but Beomgyu was right. You were the president, you could basically do whatever you wanted. Besides, you’d spent all day trying to do the right thing, and still, everything had gone wrong. So, why not live a little, right? And why not do it with the cute boy who just confessed he’d liked you since the first grade?

You nodded. “Okay.”  

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[elcheese]

Woah omg it's Demon Slayer Oc time

I actually drew her, yippee

This took like 5 fucking hours but I am so happy. Y'all ain't getting a katana reveal, I'm too lazy and couldn't be bothered to lmao.

Buuuttt, I am going to tell you stuff about her, since I won't shut up about KnY for a while.

Probably long text under the cut.

Name: Hannei Datai

Her first name, Hannei (反映) means reflection while his last name, Datai (堕胎) means abortion.

(It should be noted that I am not Japanese, barely knowledgeable about the language and this may be inaccurate. I tried my best to find if it's actually the meaning or not, so if it's wrong, I apologize.)

Current Age:

17

Birthday:

August 28th

Gender + Pronouns:

Female, but doesn't mind being referred to as a male or somewhere between. (She/Her, He/Him, They/Them)

Species:

Human.

Rank:

Hashira. To be more specific, the Mirror Hashira. They were a tsuguko for almost all of the Hashira for a short time, but he stayed with Obanai Iguro the longest.

Breathing Style: Breath of Reflection/Mirror Breathing

The name of this breathing style is pretty self explanatory. It focuses on mimicking other breathing styles and only has one form (but Hannei is currently making a 2nd form, shhh.) Hannei couldn't perfect any breathing style, only able to master one form of each. So she decided to compile them and make small changes to better fit her fighting style. Even after mastering one form, it still doesn't quite match up with the real deal. Hannei would either lack the strength, the speed, flexibility, etc.

Relationship status + Sexuality:

Single. And forever will be lol (Aroace go brr)

Weapons:

Of course, the nichirin sword. It's a baby blue color and isn't very different from any other sword.

Kunais. Hannei gets them from Tengen mostly and asks Shinobu to coat them in a thin layer of wisteria posion.

Personality:

They're closed off and often keep to themselves. She's more open with people she's comfortable with, which is the majority of the Hashira and the Ubayashiki family. He's a bit of a people pleaser, depending on who he's with, it can vary. But that doesn't mean their principles and morals change, just the way they act.

Negative aspects of them is that they have little to almost no self-preservation, being indecisive over the smallest of things, often not thinking about having or even forming an opinion of their own. She thinks she isn't needed and isn't worthy of being a Hashira, since she mostly just copies a form from each style. He takes a while to decide things on his own when it comes to small things (food, clothing, children bickering over something, etc.). They got used to just following someone else's lead and/or someone ordering them around that it's difficult to voice certain things out.

Positive aspects of them though is their neutrality, understanding, and patience. Often overshadowed by her need to please the people around her, she's actually pretty neutral about a majority of things! She found it taboo that Tanjirou was traveling with a demon, but the fact that it was his sister made her a bit sad and thought about the pain and confusion he must've had going through his head. (She only voted to kill Nezuko because everyone else did lol). Patience and understanding is her specialty, since that's what it took for her to at least master one form from each breathing style she's seen. She took the time to understand other people's point of views before forming any sort of opinion on them. That task alone could take a long time as well, hence the patience.

But fuck around too much and you'll see why he stayed with Obanai the longest lmao.

Backstory:

Hannei was the result of adultery. She only inherited her appearance from the man her mother cheated on her father with. The almost pitch black eyes unnerved them. The couple had a reputation for being the most perfect couple in the small town, so this was an issue. They never let her go out into the town during the day, but they did let her during the night. During the day, they'd desperately just try to keep them busy inside the house, ordering them around the house, teaching them how to act a certain way, etc.

Hannei was told to be quiet. To never speak. To always avoid people. So he did, being unusually quiet on his feet, sneaking from left to right while observing the remaining people that roamed the streets. One day, they saw a demon attacking someone. They did nothing. Just watched.

It was almost like a cycle, the same demon, different victim, same ending. She has tried to bring this up with her parents, only to be met with panicked shushes, telling her to be quiet while trying to hide their disdain towards her.

Until it was finally their turn, when Hannei was 14. What did they do? Sold Hannei off to the demon so save their own skins. Hannei loved them with their whole heart, yet they didn't want to return that, only seeing them as a manifestation of a mistake that they made. She wanted to hate them so badly, but she couldn't find it in her heart to do so for some reason, instead blaming the demon and it's entire kind. He tried to put up a fight, only being able to slice the demon with glass shards. It was futile.

But he was saved by the Serpent Hashira. Before he could leave, Hannei expressed that they wanted to do the same thing. Slay demons. End the suffering of many. He agreed and brought him back to the demon slayer corps. Obanai didn't train him just yet though, he let Hannei choose. Hannei started off from Water Breathing, then to Fire, Stone, all the way until they circled back to Obanai. (Hannei apologized so much to Obanai and all the others who trained him for not being able to do their styles)

It took a few years, but Hannei was finally a Hashira. She's the most recent, maybe raised to that rank after Tanjiro passed the final selection. (I am bad with time lol)

Extras:

Their favorite food is tonkatsu (I fucking love tonkatsu)

The mask they wear is meant to mock demons. She only wears it on the job.

He found out about Obanai's dislike towards women, so in an attempt to make him more comfortable, he decided to keep his appearance more androgynous.

The moment she got her 'official' uniform, she buried it somewhere and lied, saying she lost it, asking for a different design.

They really like turtles.

He tries no to keep eye contact with people for too long. He knows it's rude but has been told many times by people (ahem, the parents) that his eyes are unsettling.

She has some strong eyesight... When it comes to things farther away. Extremely farsighted.

They like making silly impressions of the other Hashiras to Nezuko whenever they're bored.

Loves staying out in the sun since he was only allowed to be out at night.

Welp, that's all. I think. I'll add more when I think of more lol.

[cerealmonster15]

Tokyo Debunker is an otome game that was canceled and then started reproduction in 2020 because of "market changes" (most people think it is because they saw the success with obey me and twisted wonderland and decided to style their game based off them)

It was marketed as a horror game, but this company is known for lying in their ads, and they did in fact lie because there is only a very small amount of horror. Most of the game follows the same plot as twisted wonderland (isekaied to a magic college where there are 7 dorms and forced to move into an abandoned building but at least you made two new acquaintances, who are both very similar to ace and deuce, and you spend the rest of the game solving cases with one dorm at a time)

It is basically a twst clone. It does have some good writing and art, and they enlisted a lot of the voice actors working with twisted wonderland, but at the same time, all the background art in the game is very blatantly made with AI. Also, the gacha rates are a 1% chance to get an SSR character and you get the guaranteed SSR character after 500 pulls. There's no consistent way to grind for diamonds either so unless you pay, most people can only do like 5-10 ten pulls for their entire time playing the game :/

HELJFKLEHFSLKDJFSKDLG well, hmm. at first i was gonna be like "well phone game ads lie/exaggerate all the time, obey me has some goofyass ads, so does love nikki [i think, maybe it was a ln clone idr lol] that's not unheard of-" kjldsfklds me defending false advertising LOL [jkjk]

but omg that does sound a Lot Like Twst but. worse i guess LKFJDSKLFJDS ai art.............................. ough.... and 500 PULLS FOR A GUARANTEE???? girl help sjlkdfjdksljf based on this description alone it sounds like it's made by people that do not understand anything about the game genre theyre trying to emulate and are severely underestimating what makes these games successful and like. fun. dsjkfljdsklf also the BALANCE the MATH the . GAME DEV KDJFKSLJ

[merrycrisis-if]

first of all, oh my god. i am so in love with this game and i respect you so much for it!! 😭 i can literally feel the love oozing off of every word i read and it reads like a love letter to your heritage and i love that so much!!!! as a SEA person, i’m so happy to see more rep 🌸 congratulations on the game so far!

i am so hyped abt all the qiu content. the way i cried like 5 different times during one playthrough is insane LMAO maybe that’s just me being like a big crybaby but THAT GOODBYE SCENE??? oof. man, that stayed with me for DAYS. i’ve been talking my friends ears off abt it and honestly, no regrets 🥰

i also just wanted to share that while i was reading all the qiu moments, i couldn’t help but think of this one song called “Home” by Reese Lansangan and felt it super, super fit how qiu felt abt mc 😭 and how mc essentially became that one person qiu could just be around. especially these particular lyrics:

But nobody knows / How we go

Oh when we're alone / It's like we're home

My bones are safe / And my heart can rest

Knowing it belongs to you, you

My world is changed / And it's cradled by

The comfort that is you, you…

so yeah. safe to say i teared up a whole lot more after i heard the song loop around in my brain 🥰

(just in case you wanted to hear the song, here it is: https://youtu.be/L2SvzMjATLI 🌸)

Wowww love the song and ESPECIALLY LOVE the lyric video.

Yesss sometimes I like listening to angsty MC x Qiu songs but honestly, you're right!! It's also very healing to think about how—at least in the early days—MC was safe harbor, the calm in the storm, for Qiu. The one person they could go to and all would be right with the world.

Hehe omg the fact that you're talking to your friends about Merry Crisis—that's so cool(!!) and I'm so honored!!

And finally, hello fellow Southeast Asian person! :D

[lovelymessybubbly]

i see you added doki doki to your list! think we can get some yuri/monika tickles/hc's? I imagine how aggressive they'd get at one another ☺️

omg yes !!! thank you for asking hehe it makes me so happy to know that there are in fact still ddlc fans (੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु⁾⁾♡ i swear i am still just as in love as i was 5 years ago lol

yuri was my first love when i played the game (i am a sayori stan now lol) and monika is such an underrated s tier character. and after playing ddlc plus, my ot4 heart grew even more ♡＾▽＾♡ those two tall beauties do make a good pair, huh ??

monica tickles yuri to get her to loosen up, to tease her, to watch the usually solemn dame become ruffled and lively. being reserved but cheeky, monica usually delivers an attack of some kind at least once a day. but how can she help it ??? it is usually always provoked (at least if you ask monica). if yuri is gonna diminish sayori’s love for a rainy day by saying it reminds her of a young child’s funeral (like, really yuri ???) then of course monika is gonna dive straight towards yuri’s waist and drill her pointed hands into the violette’s sides until her desperate giggling and flushed face wash away that gloomy disposition ?? if yuri is gonna make snide remarks during natsuki’s poem reading, obviously monika is gonna have to order sayori to hold yuri’s arms back so monika can tickle her armpits until she says to natsuki “i’m sorry !! i’m sohohoryyy !!”

when yuri has particularly rough days, and just cannot seem to come down from overstimulation, monika is quick to offer some playful scribbles, just enough to get yuri to relax her muscles, to breathe deeply, to smile.

yuri never craves or yearns for tickling (like perhaps sayori does) but it gets her to relax quickly, and she knows this. so she never really gets upset or indignant at monika’s tickling (even if she does become quite bashful). in fact, she is grateful to have someone who knows how to calm her down so quickly.

not to mention, yuri rarely smiles (likely due to her consistent attempts to not get overwhelmed), let alone laughs. the way her body feels after a hearty laugh is nice, she soon realizes. it fills her with a pure happiness, not the kind that hurts, like she is used to. the giddy feeling is the best thing in the world to her and she treasures it. she is often left giggling sweetly a few minutes after being tickled because of this.

yuri tickles monica in sneaky fashion, never truly owning up to causing it, but her upturned nose and slight smirk gives away her sly, mischieveous and playful demeanor (which monika gradually discovers the extent of and loves yuri even more for it). perhaps she offers to massage monika’s shoulders, and while her slender fingers start off kneading firmly and monika is dozing happily, she soon changes to nail skitters and slow drags, yet denies when monika accuses her of “foul play” through yelps and squeals. or maybe yuri shows monika a new game she has learned, where she makes her hand a tickly spider that crawls and tickles its way up monika’s arm, or a buzzing bee that pokes and prods at monika’s torso with its ticklish stinger. or perhaps yuri sits on the floor, politely with her knees tucked under hear, scratching mercilessly at monika’s stockinged soles, her dormant hand gently but firmly gripping her ankles whilst monika twists and flails and grasps at yuri aimlessly, losing herself in tittering, hiccuping laughter as yuri rambles on and on about “how you feel ticklish only when someone/something else is tickling you because of how your brain reacts to the threat vs the stimulation” and “how ticklish spots are so ticklish because they are usually protecting vital organs or systems so the build-up of nerves are bigger” and “isn’t that just so fascinating ???”

and monika huffs at her, and puffs her cheeks, and expresses how uncouth yuri’s behavior just was, but it is always laced with a prominent smile, because monika just loves that playful part of yuri, even if she displays it in… unorthodox ways.

maybe some ticklish doki girls are in my drawing future (ෆˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈ෆ) sayori-chan is my fav but i will keep your love of yuri-chan and monika-chan in mind as well !!

[swordswoman97]

Okay having finished the Zora's Domain main quest I have thoughts. Below cut for spoiler reasons and because I have a lot of thoughts.

So Yona. She's sure... There I guess.

Look I'm not the first person on the website to complain about Yona, but I still have things to say. I would however like to preface this with the fact that while I do enjoy Sidlink, it's more in a "oh that's a nice ship" way than an "OMG I SHIP IT!" way. I'm also 100% not a Sidon simp. I get why y'all are so into him, but there are other characters I prefer. However, I definitely understand the frustration with Yona, and I have my own issues with her inclusion.

Now I'm not entirely convinced Yona was included just to spite sidlink ships and even less convinced it was just to spite the people who found him hot. Especially considering, I doubt they didn't see the thirst art for Ganondorf and that didn't stop them from letting the designer go whole hog on making him physically attractive. But I'll admit I can't 100% rule out the possibility that sidlink shippers contributed to that decision.

Instead, Yona almost comes off as just being a narrative shortcut by the devs to try and add some explanation to Sidon not immediately jumping into trying to investigate with the player and possibly to try and make it look like Sidon has changed in the 3-5 years since BOTW which, tbh wasn't even necessary. Zoras live a long ass time, I'd guess somewhere between 300 to 500 years. Sidon and the other Zora not actually changing that much as like people would make sense. In Zora terms it hasn't even been that long. As for the arc thing, you could have gotten the same affect by making Sidon afraid of failing his people or heck, if you wanna keep Sidon's fear of losing more people he's close to, have him know about Dorephan's state and have Sidon afraid that if he doesn't keep the water flowing into that chamber clean, he'll lose his father. Same damn affect.

Then you have Yona herself. For one thing she is so flat. Her only personality seems to be that she's nice and she's in love with Sidon. That isn't a character. Then there's her backstory. While more domains of zora makes sense, it's more the fact that any of these domains are still in contact with Hyrule's Zora's Domain that falls flat. We know Yona and Sidon met before the calamity, but you expect me to believe that any of the other domains kept in contact while Hyrule was crawling with guardians, let alone apparently visited enough for Sidon to not completely or at least mostly forget Yona? Where does she even come from? Across the sea? In the sea? Past the desert? Across that giant bottomless pit surrounding Hyrule on two sides? How did she even get here considering everything else going on?

Plus, one of the new monuments (why were those replaced anyway?) confirms that their marriage was arranged, and makes reference to Sidon viewing Yona as a sister... Nintendo what the fuck?! I don't care if Sidon's feelings toward Yona have become "complicated" or whatever he calls it, Sidon marrying someone he viewed as a sister is fucking creepy.

And then their relationship doesn't even seem meaningful. Now part of it is probably the fact that by the time we see Yona and Sidon interact I was already pretty iffy about the whole thing, but the limited screentime we get with them does not work to sell me on the fact that this relationship is actually romantic. They call each other an almost sickening amount of pet names but that just feels weird due to it. Like, there are times Sidon came off less as actually in love with Yona and more as trying to force himself to be. Like this relationship is way too forced to feel like anything but a slap in the face.

Plus tbh while I haven't finished the game, they might redeem themselves later, Yona is just a part of the growing feeling I'm getting that the devs just didn't consider how things fit into the already established lore. Like, why is Ganondorf knocking around when Hyrule is being founded when Hyrule was very much already a thing when Ganondorf first showed up in OOC. How does Sidon have a childhood friend from another domain with the calamity causing problems for the last 100 years? Why do the sages all have the exact same weapons as the champions? And the same models? Like... were these speeches originally supposed to be given by the champions and they switched it at the last second and couldn't be bothered to make new models? I love this game, I am having so much fun, but this story is just... I have so many questions. I really hope things start making more sense as I get farther in.

[ineedacalicocat]

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This is ridiculous gosh. How they manipulate people is insane and then at the last they end up their bullshit by saying "make your own opinion" blah blah oh stfu. You already did everything by manipulating everyone by saying things like this. They don't have anything new to say. I already knew they're gonna come up with this same excuse that jk can't say obviously that j is for jm , he did hype up jimin and that he purposefully avoided talking about his j tattoo above M specifically. So manipulative that it makes me pull my hair in frustration lol.

They talked about all this bullshit cz it again supports their delulu theories but what she didn't say anything about what actually happened..wow like always cz these jkkrs knows they don't have any logical explanation for this..

1- how jk did not mention jimin by his own in the whole 4 hours live but only mentions him when someone comments about him.

2- how jk still chose to clarify that j is for jk even When he knows already that the fandom thinks it's for jimin. Why would he want a big ass theory to end in the fandom which is related to him and his boyfriend??? What was the reason??? Did he not feel proud of his jm tattoo that he chose to debunk this when he would've easily avoided the whole tattoo topic in the first place...but he still chose to talk about it and end all the theories by saying yes...j is for jk. YES , HE CHOSE TO DO IT. He was not forced by anyone.

3- he said he doesn't know what members are doing these days..if they are out of the country or not and he has not even left his house to go anywhere not even for the company from like a whole week and he was spending his time alone. What kind of a boyfriend's behaviour was this?? Please tell me. Sounds like a man who is currently single to me.

4- he said he watched the mv of vibe with tae..why not with his boyfriend??? Oh yeah cz " jimin is busy and sometimes he was sleeping in the studio" sh sh shutup. He was busy even on jk's birthday but he still came to wish him. Time can be managed if you truly want to be with that person..even if it's for one hour...but it looks like jk didn't even know his boyfriends whereabouts now as he didn't leave his house for a week and didn't talk to anyone much either(his own words)...( Same like when jimin was out of the country and floods happened in Seoul...he said he didn't know about this as he didn't talk to anyone in the last 10 days at least...and that time too these shippers chose to not talk about this...or maybe they think members are always lying to them)

5- how he mentioned tae like 5 to 6 times already in that live...way before even when tae joins him..taehyungie hyung said this...taehyungie hyung did that... So he can mention his friend so many times but not his boyfriend???

Who's gonna talk about all of this?? And When we say something they straight up declare us as Tkkrs or just block us wow. Jikook or taekook...nothing is real. Stop manipulating people!!!!

And i also remember when jk said he forgot where jimin's 7 tattoo is..but remember others. She said that time too that jk not mentioned Jm's tattoo bcz he wants jimin to tell us first by himself and that it is jimin's thing to tell not his and that he was respecting jimin's space. I mean really??? Bcz people already saw Jm's tattoo way before in pictures that yes it was on his finger..then what's the point here?? He could've said easily that oh army you find by yourselves where jimin tattoo is...like jhope said for sugas tattoo at that time..but in fact he said "oh.. where jimin hyung tattoo is??" Clearly he didn't remember for real. He was not playing...he was not lying....he genuinely didn't remember his so-called boyfriend's new tattoo. She manipulated people that time too.

I have more 100 things to say but it's already too long lmao. Jkkrs irritates the hell out of me more than Tkkrs now.

Couldnt have ssaid it better. Jesus, i really hate that girlie she literally wrote sn essay for nothing. And the way they write s big ass title to it to so it can be seen as they are writing something important. I was bored when reading it . A classic jikooker article sbsjsjsj they lac intelligence they are so obssessed with the ship they want it to be so real that they just csnt see the big picture. This is the result of shipping. Because of the old content they became addicted. They want more they need more and they wont stop till they get it. They are like crack heads. I hate then nore that those taekookers at this point. You cant talk to them. They should get medical help at this point. Cause i seriously worry about their mental health. These people dont have a real life. Stuck here in jikook moments. It was hust an entertainment they were just entertaining you stop this bullshit pls. Even then when something happened it was usually jimin eho started it but jikookers would write stuff likr ohh jikook at it again. I was like? Gurl? Jungkook barely did anything it was jimin eho started the converstaion sbdsj even now jimin hugged him jungkook didnt even look at his face he literally turned his body but they write stuff like ohhh jikook at it again. -_-that guy is straught as a ruler had a girlfriend and o ly spent time with jimin when they had schedule or concert and he was just bored. Fucking exceot this pls. Ims icked and tired. Can you guys be an adult now pls sime of them being 40 yeara old still acting like kid. And kanmom??? Woman you are a mom now like can you be an adult? Just for a sec -_-

[justfor2am]

2-8, 16, 17, 23, 26, 29, 37, 47, 49, + 50 for the ask game 4 writers or whatever the name is? u rbed it like .5 hours ago i think n i was gna send questions when u originally did but ive had a shit day so i didn't get to until now 😓 don't feel pressured to do them all btw since theres a lot of them!! n also for any of them w specific fics feel free to do whatever fic u want :3

HELLO you are my favorite ever. actually. omg. i hope you feel better soon, i answered all of them btw so i hope this helps

2 not rpf, not beta read, angst, hurt/comfort, yeah that all tracks 100%

3 touching…. big on non-verbal communication acting as whole conversations, big on flowery language (i'm trying to cut back so as to not seem pretentious lol) also scarian. i just wanna write about scarian. they are my everything i must put them into every scenario ever.

4 in 7th Sense how i named all the andriods. scar is GT-2319, numerical code for GTWS. doc, pearl and ren all have similar naming themes lol

5 i'll befriend you in reverse, why the hell is scar stuck in the woods? despite being a powerful fae, he can't leave the enchanted woods, they're like a physical part of himself that has its own sentience and desires. essentially, a deal he made when he was young turned sour, and now the forest follows him everywhere. the woods want scar to live as long as possible, because he's what keeps the woods alive.

6 so soon enough, you'll find you never knew me at all this fic could be seen as a companion to another i wrote, where grian's the second ever Watcher to be "born" and not "chosen". the "void" scar sees in grian? it's a Watcher-side effect.

7 a million dreams for the world we're gonna make, again lmao. this was my first ever HC fic, and i sometimes find myself thinking about that lonely citadel grian's floating on in the middle of the void, akin to a giant bird cage for him to grow up in, alone.

8 It's Never Enough by we are the dirt, i'm really tired rn but i'd be happy to go into why this BANGS if you'd like tmmr

16 idk if you can tell, but i am in fact an enjoyer of actor au!s. give me more, actually.

17 this is a fic i've been TRYING to write but chapter 2 eludes me still: grian's an avian in a world that fears and despises hybrids, he grew up raised by vexes because the rest of his nestmates and mother were slaughtered before he was born, he grows up causing minor problems for human villages to pass the time until he's eventually caught by a trapper, scar. here's chapter one

scar's a vex hybrid himself, but hides it in order to scam his way through life. grian, trapped, is now at the mercy of a mad scientist who, in his desire to quell society's fear of hybrids, wants to dissect him. grian blackmails scar into helping him stay alive and tries to escape, eventually the two finding common ground.

oh, also mumbo's the mad scientist. he makes dioramas of mobs and decorates his lab with them for fun.

23 honestly, a proper superhero au. at least a one shot, but specifically for the romantic tension.

26 no dialogue, easy. honestly i kinda wanna write one with no dialogue just as a challenge.

29 i made a couple of playlists for my actor au, here's some notable songs from grian's and scars':

grian: Don't Assume What You Don't Know by Grace VanderWaal jealousy, jealousy by Olivia Rodrigo You Stupid Bitch by girl in red

scar: SCOOP by Lil Nas X feat. Doja Cat Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

(again, very sleep, happy to go into more detail later)

37 skeleton is the best fucking fic i've ever written and i will forever stand by that. yes it's short. yes it's a one-shot. please don't let that deter you, it's the best scar characterization i've ever done in my life. read it. please.

47 though i've closed my eyes, i know who you pretend i am is a pair of steel-toed boots. once perfectly shined and polished, a seemingly important royal crest stamped on the outer skin of the tongue, but the silver has seen better days, worn down from exposure to the elements. still, they are well loved, the original, now somewhat ratty laces tied in double knots, a bow on each shoe still low enough to threaten tripping. these shoes are still in continual use, despite being told a fancier pair would be a smarter choice. no, he quite liked these ones, thank you very much.

49 i'm meant to be working on chapter 19 of my actor au, butttt i've not started so have some bullshit i just came up with instead:

The pair had set up rules for a good reason.

"You're staring again."

One of them had a inclination towards a poor memory.

"Is that a crime?"

Grian could only hope Scar would try and remember.

"It's about to be."

50, answering 25 as a cheeky bonus: https://www.onelook.com/ is a GODSEND. the thesaurus page? heavenly.

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[kjmellow]

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#babies - 4 posts

#wow - 4 posts

#also op your board game q made me sad bc i've literally never played any of those and only heard of like two this girl had no childhood - 3 posts

#doctor who - 3 posts

#owo it's all of dem space-time blorbos!!!! - 2 posts

#the stars don't come out because they never left - 2 posts

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#if anything they barely interact with the tardis in what i've been reading and i've read like twenty-five books all about different doctors

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Seeing Sandman posts on my feed is so confusing because for such a long time the only Dream I saw shit about was that Minecraft guy and every time I see Dream my first though is The fuck that smp guy did this time and my brain takes a fucking minute to process that it's a wrong fandom

3 notes - Posted September 23, 2022

#4

WAIT DID THEY REALLY JUST

Did they just take THE SAME Bee and Puppycat and make it LONGER for Netflix??????

Does that mean I didn't have to rewatch it twice in a row to comprehend at least a lil bit what tf was going on???? I had to just wait for a normal show?????

Not like I mind, the cartoon is gorgeous either way (I'm on ep one btw and I think at least the first of Bee's weird dreams looked cooler in the og show) BUT MAN

I never thought I'd actually see the day

6 notes - Posted September 11, 2022

#3

Petition for Dana Terrace to leave our boi Hunter the fuck alone. Our blorbo has suffered enough.

7 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

#2

Hey hermits of tumblr here's a fun challenge for you:

Describe your character quirks i.e. list out habits and traits you have that would make you stand out if you were a character in a work of fiction. This is an exercise in finding something unique about each of us. And also a possible help for writers looking for something to add to their characters ;)

Here's my ✨ character quirks ✨

Hates wearing makeup but likes the process of someone applying makeup on her or doing her hair

Actually uses a set of like a hundred aquarelle pencils instead of eye liner/lipstick/masquerade makeup when she feels extra fancy (usually ends up making rainbow eye liner)

Sometimes acts like a cat around friends she's comfortable with (rubs head, lies with head on knees, purrs when receives pats)

Has a comedic amount of cats (four) and wants more

Has zero coherence in clothing style a bunch of fandom clothes being the only constant thing

Wears exclusively converse spring through autumn (as long as the weather is good enough)

Carries a book around most of the time; in fact spent her prom reading and tuning out the music (which she is extremely proud of and will tell everyone at the first opportune moment)

Swears a whole fucking lot

Quotes memes/films/TV shows a lot or at least really wants to with the only thing stopping her the fact that she knows a quote she has in mind is too niche to be understood

Absolutely cannot sleep with the lights on or during the day; will wake up at dawn if the curtains aren't drawn

Grandma friend: will try to feed you everything there is in the house if you come visit

Some people spend tons of money on clothes; others can't walk past a make-up shop; this bitch has no self-control when entering a bookstore (in fact she would refuse to spend too much on food but then she goes near a bookstore and wakes up an hour later with two bags of books)

Compliments friends in fairly smooth pick-up lines at any given opportunity

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My #1 post of 2022

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[httpsobi]

TEAM, MEET... GREEN LANTERN, AT YOUR SERVICE!

WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, gender neutral o/c or reader insert, vague descriptions of violence, blood and injuries from fights.

A/N + it's a ghost town in here but enjoy!

★ chaotic on the verge of war criminal but also somehow calm, mature paternal figure

★ gets the feral 'i will bite your ankles off' from hal, gets the calmness more from john ♥︎ has probably bit hal at least 5 times when she/he/they were little

★ pretty battle smart, and while she/he/they aren't physically the strongest in the team without her/his/their constructs, has knocked out people with a punch ♥︎ dumb as HELL as a civilian for some reason... like god where does her/his/their intelligence go in daily life

★ best described as the golden retriever/husky friend. smart (sometimes), dramatic, dumb 90% of the time, friendly, clingy

★ most likely part of the og (also known as the cadmus mess) ♥︎ or at least a witness

★ if she/he/they were directly a part of cadmus, probably was going to be grounded for life by the corpse men

★ if she/he/they weren't, probably arrived with the leaguers n' laughed their ass off the WHOLE time the sidekicks got yelled it ♥︎ until they got scolded by john

★ great buddies w/ everyone on the team ♥︎ somehow manages to be good (even great?) buddies with connor ♥︎ i love the idea that connor's this blank n' dead faced dude then there's just someone who's never stopped smiling ♥︎ had a bet w/ robin n' artemis to see how many pranks they could pull on wally before he caught on. it was a tie between all three of them when they all unknowingly set up traps in the same room at the same time n' wally caught all of them

★ calm n collected during fights, usually the one saving kid flash from his demise when he decides to run off like an true idiot ♥︎ often jokes about them being the new speedster n' green lantern duo until they actually turn into them n' she/he/they are just like "... fuck."

★ despite the fact that they are mostly calm, has gone manic n' insane a couple times during battle ♥︎ most likely times: battle w/ amazo, fight with the injustice league, episode 16 in the simulation (i see them going manic as a way to give the rest time to escape, ends up 'dying' to the beams)

★ makes fun of batman like it's her/his/their full time job. they do it like rent's due next month ♥︎ it's a hal jordan thing- started when he would babysit her/him/them n' had no one to cover for him during JLA meetings so she/he/they grew up witness batlantern bicker n' fight like there's no tomorrow

★ the team LOVES listening to her/him/them talk about their time on other planets. ♥︎ m'gann clings onto her/him/them so much when she first joins the team cause like "omg! someone who is spends time off earth!"

★ if she/he/they got a chance to face hal or john during s1e26 when they were under klarion's control, you best believe she/he/they beat his ass n' proceeded to take photos with them unconscious ♥︎ definitely did the rapper poses where they squat with like prayer hands or peace signs over their unconscious bodies ♥︎ if she/he/they had social media for their green lantern persona, you BET they posted it with no context n just "😈🙏🏻🥱🗣" ♥︎ did it w/ p much every other male leaguer too ♥︎ left the women alone cause 'respect our big sexy buff talented women' ♥︎ made robin email the photos to all the leaguers as holiday cards

★ as the team grew n got older, she/he/they either joined nightwing in leading the team or moved on to the justice league w/ zatanna n' rocket ♥︎ probably preferred staying w/ nightwing tho ♥︎ 10/10 is the :D bubbly nice fun mentor who's all joking n' giggles then she/he/they go into missions n' the younger team members are like "what in the hell"

all work n' writing is work of @httpsobi. i ask you please do not copy, rewrite, translate or post on other platforms without my consent.

[here2bbtstrash]

bts on the bachelorette

i really tried to relax for 5 minutes today with some dumb reality TV and then my brain wouldn't shut up. have you ever wondered what bangtan's elimination order would be on a season of the bachelorette???? well wonder no more my friends...

(this started as a headcanon and then morphed into kind of a drabble? tbh i don't even know what's happening here. just enjoy it lmao 😂)

the first one sent home is yoongi - yes, i think my sweet baby boy would get sent home night one. this breaks my heart but i just see him being too reserved, too closed off, not jumping to make a first impression and getting lost in the shuffle. he would ABSOLUTELY be one of those first-eliminated guys who gets a whole legion of fans tho, and they campaign HARD to get his pale ass on paradise 😂 

next to go is seokjin - he would get kept around just long enough to be a villain lmaoooo. the one guy who drives all the others crazy because he’s cocky as fuck about his looks and is NOT here to make friends. i could see jk telling on him to bachelorette and there being a whole dramatic confrontation where she rips the rose out of his hands and says “get the fuck out of here”. he absolutely makes and sells worldwide handsome merch after.

the next one out is jimin - and he's definitely the dude who gets by on sex appeal alone LMAO. the one where bachelorette is like ‘i’m just not sure i have the same connection with jimin’ and then he takes his shirt off and she’s like ‘……i’m sorry can you repeat the question’. they have at least two steamy makeout sessions before she finally has to send him packing tho, good for her 🥰 

the first heartbreaking elimination is hoseok - my love, my angel, hobi is totally gonna end up in the friend zone on a show like this. he’s so caring and subtly sexy but i could see him being more of a support system for bachelorette and the person who brings her the inside scoop on what’s going on in the house. they’d both cry when she eliminates him but he’d be so sweet and understanding and go out of his way to make sure she smiles before he walks out. truly only wants the best for her.

then, the shocking elimination that's teased for weeks: jungkook - when i tell you twitter EXPLODES. you’ll see headlines about this one on the motherfucking NEWS in the morning. doe-eyed, tattooed, sexy shy badboy jk eliminated?!?!??! has the bitch lost her MIND????? but bachelorette just can’t get over the fact that he’s so young, and she’s afraid he’s not ready to make such a serious commitment.

there’s a ton of push-pull where she feels like jk doesn’t “fight for her” enough because he is more reserved, but then he’ll do something competitive and it’s just enough to keep her hooked on him a little longer, until this episode where she finally has to let him go. he definitely has an extended crying montage on the way out/in the car where he says some stuff about how he’d never been in love like this before. omg ouch let’s move on i’m hurt.

WHICH LEAVES THE FINAL TWO!!!!! and bachelorette is so torn!!! 😩

taehyung is gorgeous, romantic, and sensual (insert clip from a date of him feeding her chocolate covered strawberries). he’s an old soul, passionate, but has an extremely dry sense of humor that bachelorette falls HARD for. she loves that they can laugh together, and he isn’t afraid to look stupid or try something new (insert clip of them doing that indoor skydiving thing on a date). and he’s also not afraid to tell her exactly what he wants- marriage, kids, a life with her by his side.

but sometimes he can be hard to read. he’s honestly so good looking it makes her a little insecure, and she just has this nagging feeling like he isn’t quite letting her all the way in....but she can't tell if that's just her own fear about finding a love this intense.

namjoon is intelligent, supportive, and so goddamn sexy (insert clip from a group date competition of him doing pull-ups). bachelorette feels comfortable with him in a way she doesn’t quite have words for. sometimes she swears it feels like she’s met him before in another lifetime, and this is just a reunion. (insert clip from a picnic date where she rests her head in joon’s lap as he reads to her). he’s so well-spoken and such a deep thinker, and the world falls head over heels for the conversations they’re able to have about love, loyalty, identity, emotions.

but she’s not sure she feels the same passion and fire with him that she does with taehyung. namjoon admits outright that he doesn’t know what he wants in life, is unsure about marriage or kids, and when he gets too in his head and insecure about the competition, he can shut her out without meaning to.

~

we watch with bated breath as bachelorette takes her place at the gorgeous vista decorated for her proposal. everyone who’s seen the show before knows that whoever steps out of the limo first is the one she’s chosen to send home.

hearts shatter nationwide when joon ducks his head to exit the car.

bachelorette stops him before he can even go into his speech, laughs a little to herself: “I know if I let you start talking it’s going to change my mind, so let me go first.” explains that she’s just too scared of his indecisiveness. she’s prone to overthinking herself, so she needs someone who is going to offer stability, someone who is ready and knows what he wants. joon takes it like the gentleman he is, one dimple popping in a sad half-smile, and she presses up on her tiptoes to give him a hug.

which just leaves taehyung. he steps out of the car with a deep exhale, and you can see even from afar that his hands are shaking as he makes his way to bachelorette, mouth dropping open slightly at how gorgeous she looks.

the proposal is like something out of a movie, a long, perfect speech delivered in tae’s shaky baritone as a breeze ruffles through his hair and toys with the hem of bachelorette's dress. he winds back through their time together accompanied by an edited montage, and finally ends with the truth: he knew as soon as he laid eyes on her that this was meant to be, and that she was the one. the music swells as he drops to a knee and pulls out a big-ass diamond ring, and they’re both crying by the time she says yes.

~then, after the show wraps:

namjoon, fan fave that he is, appears in a suit on the reunion show to gladly accept the title of the next bachelor. expect LOTS of gratuitous clips of him in the gym during his intro package ooooof 🥵

the vast majority of our faves end up going to paradise- yoongi fucks literally every girl there LMAO, jungkook goes for one week but is too nervous to talk to anyone and just chats with the bartender and drinks fruity cocktails until he gets sent home. jimin and hobi have an epic summer bromance and end up choosing each other over any of the women.

and then, i mean, if we're being realistic... tae cheats on bachelorette 3 months into their engagement and they call the whole thing off 💀

[venomous--fics]

Anon Requested: Omg wait can i request a fic where reader feels like they aren’t good enough for eddie and venom so reader breaks up with them and eddies sad and just a lot of angst (BUT happy ending) if not thats okay !

A/n: Day 5!! I'm think about just extending the weekathon to the entire month! Not too sure yet, but I should decide quickly huh!! I just think it'd be fun to do something like that. Maybe get more and more festive along the way. What do you think?

Song: Halley's Comet by Billie Eilish

"So, that's just it? You're just gonna up and leave and not tell us why?"

He wanted to sound mad, but his voice gave it all away. You couldn't stand the thought of what you were doing to them both. You couldn't even bring yourself to look at them as you left. You didn't even bother to grab your things. You just left emptyhanded.

Subconsciously, maybe you knew you'd find your way back eventually. But...Not now.

The weight of the world began to crush you with every step you took away from their place. You knew they were watching you from the window. If you had to leave, they'd at least make sure you'd stay safe.

It all felt like a cruel punchline to an unfunny joke. How could you be such a fool to think you'd be good for them? They....They were a protector. A lethal one, but still a protector. They helped people and saved the world from every threat imaginable. You sometimes couldn't even drag yourself out of bed.

It didn't seem fair to drag them down like that. They deserved better. They deserved the world, and you just couldn't give them that. Someday they'd find someone who would.

That night was spent alone on a friend's spare guest bed. The world was so quiet. There were no streetlights beaming into your room. There was no more sounds of late night traffic or the people talking and walking as they passed under your shared window.

There was no more fighting Venom for the comforter because he'd purposely hog it just to get your attention. It always worked. There wasn't the usually jokes about forgetting to set your alarms for the work morning ahead.

You simply set your alarm and laid down. The world seemed so much colder and emptier. It didn't seem fun and bright anymore. The bed felt much more spacious now.. The pillows felt too squishy and new. The sheets looked nothing like his.

Staring at the wall wasn't going to put you to sleep any faster, so you rolled over and clamped your eyes shut. You willed yourself to not cry.

The tv kept repeating the same old stuff. Robbery after robbery. Someone got shot. A car accident. Oh, it's going to rain tomorrow.

We should be fixing that..

"I don't feel like doing anything anymore."

"I don't feel like doing anything anymore either, V."

There was an uncomfortable silence. Normally there'd be some form of a pep talk from you, but now.. Your spot on the couch was empty. All that was there to suggest that you even existed was your favorite throw pillow.

With hesitation, Eddie grabbed the pillow and held it in his lap. It still looked brand new, and that's simply because you always knew how to take care of things. Nothing of yours ever really got broken or misplaced..And you always knew just how to handle things.

"I miss them."

A thought they shared in common. It's felt like months, but it's only been a couple of weeks. Your things were still occupying space here. It was almost torturous having to look at them each day and know that you weren't going to come home.

It was that thought that broke them both. They curled up on the couch, sad and defeated. The world was incomplete because you weren't here to make ti better. A rough day at work? You'd say, "Oh, don't worry." as you made some hot coco to relax with. Emotions getting out of control? You were always there with ways to fix them.

Did they take you for granted? Did they forget to cherish you? Did they do something wrong? Everyone always told them that they were just screwups who ruined everything, so maybe they just fucked it up again.

Maybe they'd learn to live with it. Just not today.

It's just not home anymore. Home is where you were.

The rain was awfully heavy today. But you were thankful. Today was hitting you harder than the last few. You were stumbling down the sidewalk, tears streaming down your face. Nothing seemed to hold any meaning anymore. You'd pass by Mrs. Chen's shop, and normally you'd stop by there to get Eddie and V a snack or two. But now, you simply keep walking.

Today you just let your body walk. To where? Wherever you felt like you needed to go. You were so tired, and so worn down. That only help cement in the fact that you just... You were an absolute nobody. Who could love a nobody?

If only you were born gifted with the brains, the talents or even the powers. Maybe you'd be worth something. Maybe you'd see yourself as more. Maybe if you felt like you held any importance to anyone, you'd find a reason to stick around anywhere, with anyone.

Despite wanted to be more to literally anyone, all you could think is being better for them. They meant so much, no, no, they mean so much to you. It felt so dumb and childish to be so hung up on two of the goofiest creatures on this planet. You couldn't lie to anyone. You were hopelessly in love with Eddie Brock, a man who truly was a breed of his own. And you were in love with Venom, an alien with a heart bigger than his stomach but he's too embarrassed to say it.

You don't want to love them anymore. Because you still believe it was better to not be with them.

You slumped against a light post and wiped your eyes. You tried everything to stop the tears from flowing, but that only made them multiply. You'd scold yourself if you had the energy.

The world really did begin to feel more and more empty. People seemed to walk pass and not even give you a second glance. None of them cared, and to be honest, neither did you. Normally you never noticed other people, because you'd be so wrapped up in whatever it was you and Eddie, and yes, Venom too, were doing.

But they aren't here anymore. You were back to where you started. Alone and afraid of what the world had in store. You used to wake up knowing what you'd be doing...But now you weren't sure.

You remained leaned against the streetlight for an eternity. The sun had set and the moon had risen, yet you remained put. Everything was cold now. The rain had subsided, but the light continued to drip down on you, but even then, you didn't have the willpower to move.

It's better to be cold than to have never been warm, right? That is how the saying goes...Right?

You sniffled, waiting for the next set of drops to hit your head, but they never did. You slowly looked up and saw someone's hands holding up a jacket. They looked like they were doing their best to hold it up like an umbrella, and without touching you. You recognized the jacket immediately, even just from seeing the inside of it. You'd worn it so many times.

You stood up straight and turned around, being greeted with the sight of Eddie. He looked just as tired as you, and just as lost. He looked like he had a million things to say, but it seems like the cat had his tongue.

The universe was giving you a chance. For some reason.

"I'm sorry." was the first thing to spill out of your mouth.

"We're sorry, too."

"You didn- It was me. I was.." You took a step back from under the jacket, but it seems like Venom wasn't having any of that. He moved Eddie's body for him, this time, draping the jacket on your shoulders.

You gently crossed your arms and held them close, appreciating the gesture now.

"You can leave now. If you want." Eddie moved back a little, "We just saw that you were cold.."

"I don't want to go." you gripped onto the jacket, trying to fight the new wave of tears threatening to come out, "I just.. I had to because I felt like I wasn't good enough."

You were about to ramble on when Eddie cut you off, "That's why you left?"

"I'm sorry." You felt like you could just curl up and die on the sidewalk.

You looked down, staring at the cracks that littered the walkway. You'd find someway to make this poetic.

Two hands, one human and the other very much not, wrapped themselves around you as they pulled you into a warm embrace.

"Did we make you feel that way?"

The way Eddie's voice cracked made your arms go limp at your sides.

"No. I made myself feel that way- But I can't help it. You guys do so much good and I-"

"We love you."

The hug got tighter, "We used to do what we did because it was the right thing to do. But then we met you and it all changed. It seems so cliche to say that, but...It's true."

"You're just saying that."

"We adore you. We promised to do everything we can to make sure we leave this world a better place for you."

Your hands shook as your fought with yourself. You wanted to hold them just as close as they were holding you, but you felt-

"I don't deserve this.."

Unworthy.

In typical Brock fashion, and never knowing how to truly deal with his emotions, Eddie clung to you, almost pleading, "Would you just listen to what we're saying."

"You can't love me."

"Why the hell not? Huh? Whose going to stop us?"

"Nobody's going to stop us."

"Why is it me. Out of all the worthy people, why me?"

"You're such a good person. I know you don't see that..But you're the kindest person I've ever met."

"Certainly the nicest I've met..."

Every last word you wanted to yell out into the night sky just vanished from your mind. You wrapped your arms around Eddie and squeezed as hard as you could.

"How many times do we have to say it to make you believe it?"

"I'll say it a billion times," Eddie said, "Most guys would quit at a million but me? I don't know when to quit."

"It's true. He doesn't. But if saying it a billion times gets you to come home, then I'd do it a million more than him."

"I," You started, taking in a deep shaky breath, "I wanna go home regardless."

"We can talk more there if you're comfortable."

"With coco."

"I would like that."

The walk home was a talkative one.

Eddie's hand held yours tightly, but not too tight. He was so afraid that if he didn't hold it firmly enough, you'd simply slip away again. He was sure as hell not letting that happen again.

The apartment looked the exact same as when you left. You were so surprised by that. Normally they'd be a mess if you were gone for too long, and the apartment would reflect that.

"It all looks the same."

"Oh. Yeah." Eddie busied himself with fetching the hot chocolate ingredients.

"We couldn't bring ourselves to ruin your hard work...Or move your things." For the first time, Venom seemed sad.

They both seemed tired. You wanted to feel bad, knowing that they felt that way because of you. But knowing that they loved you meant that they felt bad, not because of you, but because you were gone.

Without thinking, your hand reached out and grabbed Eddie's arm, startling him a little.

"Can we go lay down for a little bit.." you asked quietly, "I think we all need a little rest."

Relief washed over him as he set down the cups and lead the way to the bedroom. There was no more words as you three crashed onto the mattress. Venom used a small tendril to turn the lamp off and pull you closer to Eddie.

"Are you okay with loving a nobody like me?" you asked as you watched him shut his eyes.

"Are you okay with loving two nobodies?"

"We are all losers."

Venom pulled a blanket over you and Eddie, going so far as to fluff the pillows under your heads.

"And that's okay. I love us the way we all are."

You yawned for the first time in ages as your eyes closed, "I love us too."

There was that familiar light coming through the window. And there was the sounds of the cars and the people. The world felt just right and you were home. You moved closer to Eddie and placed a quick, soft kiss on his lips, and his arms were quick to wrap around you.

You felt a soft tendril wrap around your arm.

"I know what you're feeling and what you're thinking." His voice sounded surprisingly quiet, "But you are more than enough for us. We don't say it, but sometimes we feel the same way. You could certainly do better than us. But.."

The tendril tighten a little, but not enough to really do much.

"You left and we realized...We don't know what to do without you. We didn't feel like doing anything anymore. It felt pointless."

You turned your head to look at your arm, seeing two small white eyes staring at you with a mixture of sadness and adoration.

"I know I'm not good with these human emotions..I might never be good with them, but..I know that I love you. And Eddie loves you too. We always try our best to show you..But you are truly all we need to be happy in this life."

You were a bit shocked with how much Venom had to say. Most of the time, he tried to use the least amount of words possible to get his point across, so you knew that he meant it.

"You both complete me, and for once, I finally have the courage to say it, because I don't know when I'll get the chance to say it again."

You smiled softly at him, and moved your arm in a way where you could place a soft kiss onto the top of his tiny little worm head.

"I won't leave again. I promise we can talk about it first."

"Talking is good."

"I love you, V."

"I love you too." He seemed to pause as he shot a glance up to Eddie, just to make sure he was still asleep, "More than that guy."

"Not possible." Eddie groaned, adjusting a little.

You smiled a little as you curled up under the blanket and actually shut your eyes for good for the night. Finally, a good night's rest. You still had doubts, maybe not many and none as big and frightening as before, but that was normal.

Not everything in life is a given or a certainty. You're not promised to tomorrow and it's not a give that you'll be a millionaire. But where you are now is where you're supposed to be. Don't doubt it. The two halves of your heart will quite literally walk to the ends of the universe just to see you smile, and that's more than enough for you.

[soft-boi-eli]

Helloo! Could I ask for cc!SBI x GN! Streamer Reader during TwitchCon (I'm not from the US nor Europe so I probs won't be able to go next year, but at least the thought of it seems nice)? Thanks, and remember to stay hydrated! <3

Yes. And I will keep hydrated. Sorry if it take a bit I want it to be as good as possible.

Pronouns:nonbinary

Tw: cussing, mentions of anxiety

Not proofread.

Why is there a tag limit of 30?

Best friends are family.

The flight over was he'll. Leaving you tired and jet lagged as you wandered the air port.

You were to meet up with four people. As you had been a part of a huge server with them.

Not only did you guys play minecraft together. You had streams where you just talk, anwser questions, play little games with them. Even just had one of your guys just talking to the other person while they streamed. It was the only relationship you had. They were your family. Well best friends.

But that doesn't matter right?

When you finally locked eyes with this brown haired guy, glasses, quite tall, looked quite like one of your four friends you immediately froze.

This was real. They weren't fake.

"Techno?" It was quite and was nearly drowned out by the sounds of the air port.

But the brunette looked your way. Eyes widening slightly as he had seen your face on face time before. You two were faceless streamers. Or nearly faceless. Only really showing your faces on huge achievements or to people you know. So most people didn't know what you looked like.

"(Y/n)?" Nodding to him you smiled under your mask.

He had a smile in his eyes as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "Let's get out of this crowd. Phil took tommy and wilbur outside since they had a long flight." you both weaved through people. "Understandable. I mean look how many people exsit here." You spoke.

With a chuckle he lead you to the exit. The two blondes and one brunette stood near the door, obviously kind of relived from being out of the crowd.

"Look who I found." Technos voice brought the other three to look in your direction. "Hey! (Y/n) have a nice flight mate?" Phil's question was heartfilled but honestly you didn't want to think of the horrid experience.

"Not too bad not too good. Hopped on the soonest plane. And dear God it was hell." It was obvious by your tone that you didn't want to speak about it. So they were quick to shift the subject.

"So the b&b you're staying at? Where is it?" You looked at tommy confused. Didn't he know that you all are going to the same b&b?

"Same one as us tommy. Did you even listen to us on the flight?" Wilbur spoke up before you could deliver your sarcastic comment.

"Really? Didn't expect that." Tommy seemed confuses. Rolling your eyes at the teen you spoke. "Ah yes let's send one of the most socially awkward people out to rent a room in a b&b alone. How smart." Getting the hint tommy chuckled at the sarcastic comment.

"Oh yeah. I forgot that you had that bad of anxiety." Looking back to him with a 'bitch really?' Look he laughed. "You forgot I had crippling anxiety. It took what? 5 months before I started to fully talk to all of you? It was literally just you guys talking to me until one day out of the blue I started talking back." As you spoke you guys got to technos car.

As techno had driven here he was the one that was driving you the the b&b. No need for rental cars.

"So, (y/n), Phil, tommy, wilbur. Have do you guys wanna pick up some food first? Or nah?" Techno was quick to ask. And having a hungry teen in the car it was automatically a yes.

The day flew by. Jokes were told, food was eaten. And naps were quick to happen.

But that all came to a hard stop. TwitchCon. You weren't on the main panel like most of the others. Having been just added and just climbing up. But you did have your own meet and greet station.

And that was enough to pick at your anxiety.

But you decided to breathe through it. Hoping to get through this and live another day.

What helped was the fact that not many people came up to you. Having no idea if you were the real one. But when you got to your booth hell rang loose. You were now confirmed to be the real you and people wanted autographs, photos, videos, little trinkets you ended up selling.

It was not as bad as you thought. Not many people pushing past your boundires.

"Omg it's (t/n)! (Twitch name) they are so cool can I go say hi!" The younger child was quick to rush up to you as their parents nodded.

"HI! I wanted to say i love you and your content! I was wondering if I could get an autograph. Also how do you do it? How do you look so genderless!" This child was going miles a minute and honestly it was one of the sweetest things. "Well it takes years of work and finding what's best. here's your autograph. Would you like a photo?" They nodded so fast it was almost like their head was going to fall off.

Laughing lightly you wrapped an arm around their shoulder and they wrapped theirs around yours.

Their parents were quick to snap a photo and call their child back to them. Not wanting to take up too much of your time.

And to you luck the four boys you were waiting for had arrived. Relife.

You smiled and waved them over. "(Y/n). You seem happy." Technos voice was calm.

"Just a very kind and energetic fan. It was nice too see someone like them." You looked in the direction of the kid. Noticing something you hadn't before. They were bald. Looked kind of sickly. And seemed kind of off. Excusing yourself you grabbed something from under your table. One of the many stuffed animals you had onder there with a embroidered signature from you. It was a little stuffed snow leopard.

Rushing to find the child you tapped their shoulder. Turning around they seemed confused. "(T/n)? What are you doing over here shouldn't you be over near your stand?" You smiled under your mask.

"You seem to be going through something and I wanted to make sure one of my number one fans had something special to make them feel better. Here you go. My channels mascot with an embroidered signature so you will always remember to fight on Cub." Your followers are known as your Cubs. And this one was a special one. They made your day.

Now it wastime for you to make their day.

With gentle hands they took the plush to their chest tears in their eyes. They latched onto you as they cried softly. Rubbing their back you saw the parents tearing up. Their mother pulled her mask down mouthing thank you then pulling it back up quickly.

Nodding gently you hug the child lightly. Letting go slowly you look at them. "I belive in you. So you take these words. Fight on. Never give up. You are one of the strongest people I have seen alright? You're gonna make it through this no matter what." Patting their head you smiled as they nodded.

There was a new spark in their eye.

This powerful Cub. Phil and the other came up behind you. "Hey there mate. Having a good time?" The child seemed so happy.

This is what you guys were here for. To see these joyful expressions. To make your fans happy. To give them some kind of escape.

There was no way you'd let anything get between you and your fans. No matter what.

I needed wholesome.

So I apologize for this taking so long but I was stressed about other things and that caused a chain reaction in my life. But next week I should start school so that's a plus.

Also when I do start school again imma be working slower. And I do apologize about that.

I'll try my best to get more of these out. So E.

Anyways hoped you enjoyed.

-Eli out!!

[early20sfailingplenty]

KAKDKKRKE IM EXCITED FOR THIS!

Okay okay okay. Here we go.

Coming back to Ambrose after years and seeing Bo again?

Lilyyyy ~ 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 omg I adore seeing you around on my dash and in my inbox hasdfghjkl ~ 🥰🥰🥰 this is only the second thing I've written for Bo is I apologise if it's not characterised well hasdfghjk 🥰💖There's also lots of Lester in here because I wanted to practice writing for him ~ thank you for requesting!!!👀

TW; smoking (Lester), anxiety/panic (in my experience, the two are really hard to tell apart and typically blend into each other, but your experience might be different!) caused by getting lost (yeah, I went that route with this piece😂), THERE IS CANON TYPICAL DARKNESS i.e. possessive language, a dark sense of foreboding etc.

I think I got all the warnings but if there's something I missed, please let me know!

I spent like 5 minutes scrolling for a GIF even though I knew what one I wanted to use just because he’s so pretty hasdfghjkl🥺🙏😭

‘You’ used, gender neutral reader, no coded language!!!!

Word count: 5, 128.

You were so lost that you weren't even on the old paper map anymore; you had followed the map to a point, but now blank blue grid squares were all you had to go on. You had completely gone off the trail with one too many wrong turns, and now you had no idea where you were. You didn't even know how to get back to a recognisable place or, indeed, how far off the trail you had driven. There was no signal for your phone to pick up on, there were no road signs that you could at least attempt to locate yourself through, and the only thing you could think of was just to pull over and wait.

What were you waiting for? You knew not, but you needed to calm down, first. Your heart was pounding in your head, your blood rushing in your veins as you realised the gravity of your situation. Lost. Alone. A car with half a tank of fuel in it, a map that couldn't carry you any further, and with no way of getting yourself back. The lane was too narrow to do a U-Turn on, but even if you could have done that, you wouldn't. You didn't know where you were. You didn't even know when you had taken the wrong turn. How long had you been lost on this route and not even known it? You would wager an hour, at least, though the stakes were too highly stacked against you. You were only aware of the fact that this very definitely was not the main road you were meant to be on by now, and that this journey had not at all gone to plan. Your breath shuddered as you realised one all important, rapidly consuming fact:

You didn't know what to do.

You gripped the steering wheel tightly in both hands and brought your head down to rest lightly in the centre, willing yourself to calm down. You didn't push the panic away; you let it sit. Emotions were visitors that came and went as they pleased. Ignoring them made their stay longer, more violent, and it was best to simply sit with them so that they could say what they wanted to before the next one came along. Okay, yes, I'm panicking. This is a normal response. I will be fine. I made a turn off a main road so at some point, someone will find me. They have to... right?

You didn't know how long you sat there in your car, watching... waiting. You were in over your head, and you didn't know what to do, and -

Wait.

Wait.

There was a quiet rumble of an engine making its way towards you, the sound accompanied by clanking and tyres crunching on stones. Dust was being tossed up on either side of the truck, which was faded patchwork of red and light blue. Relief flooded your body and you sagged against your steering wheel, breathing in deeply as though you hadn't been able to properly for as long as you had been sat there. Perhaps you hadn't. Thoughts of what you were going to do now were overwhelming you, and it took a concerted effort to stay in the moment. You had been lost, but now you were found. You had some money on you, some fuel, some food... you would be okay in thanking this stranger with more than just your words; they had never felt wholly adequate for you. You liked to back them up with actions where it was possible and you always did your best to make sure that the people who helped you out knew how much you appreciated even the smallest of gestures.

The truck pulled to a slow stop a few metres from you and immediately did a man get out, one hand curved to the half-smoked cigarette in his mouth. He approached your car easily, his mouth pulled down in an neutral expression. You opened the car door to greet him, and he stopped several metres from your car.

"Need a hand?"

"Yeah, I - I'm lost," You touched a palm to your forehead, pressing down as if to physically control your thoughts. Your face had always been your grounding body part, and you touched it more frequently than you were aware of. "I'm so far off the trail the map doesn't have any markings on it." You hadn't ever considered yourself the type to be so open with a stranger, but you really were in dire straits and you needed assistance. You were already really lost, so what was the harm of asking for help? Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

The man nodded easily and looked left and then right, a contemplative look on his face as he said, "what're ya' doin' round here?" He was keeping a distance from you, standing closer to his truck. You got the impression that he wasn't entirely sure how to interact with other people, or perhaps that he didn't want to interact, and he was just asking to be nice. You couldn't quite tell, hard to read was this stranger.

Either way, you had nothing much to lose, so you shrugged, "I was planning to go to Ambrose. There's... someone very special there who I knew many years ago and I was wondering if he was still there."

When you said the word 'Ambrose', the man's entire demeanour changed. It was like you had pressed a switch, and he came to life as a smile threatened to split his face in two. "Ambrose? Yeah, I know Ambrose! You're not far; just a few miles up t'road. I reckon I can get'cha there easy enough. Ya' got a name so I know who I'm talkin' to, darlin'?"

Something... something about the man before you was giving you pause. It was something to do with his voice, heavily accented and that smile, oh... you had seen echoes of it in years long passed, and he felt... familiar. Like you had met him before. If you were close to Ambrose (and, oh, how relieved you felt to know that you were closer than you had known, though it was putting a red flag in your mind that the map, no older than a decade, didn't display Ambrose on it in any kind of way) and this man knew how to get you there, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree, then...

No.

No, it couldn't be...

... Could it?

"Y/N. And you are...?"

"Name's Lester."

You gasped and got out of your car, slamming the door shut behind you. "Lester? Lester Sinclair? Oh, my - look at you!" You took him in properly for the first time. He was dirty; covered in grime, mud smeared on one cheek, streaks of the same on a dirty and yellow shirt, an orange shirt half buttoned and mostly untucked. He was messy, dirty, unkempt but very recognisable, especially when he smiled at you again.

You could see when recognition dawned on his face and he laughed, his face splitting once more into a very sweet, very genuine grin. "Y/N! S'bin a long time, darlin'. What'cha doin' gettin' yourself stuck down 'ere?" He came closer and closer to you, feeling more comfortable now that he knew who you were, and he, to put it kindly, smelled about as messy as he looked. He hadn't changed a bit in the years you had been away, and you couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. It was incredible that he was the one you ran into when you most needed someone to help you! Lester had always been a sweetheart, though you suspected that it was a force of will. The years, life, had not been kind to the Sinclair children.

"I came back to see your family, if you're still around. Missed you all." Especially Bo. Oh, how your poor heart had ached every now and then over the years. You had had to move away when you had gone away to high school, and not a day had gone by since then that you hadn't thought of the Sinclairs. You had always planned to come back, but it seemed as though the universe had aligned just so for this to be able to happen. "The map doesn't show anything so I just got really lost."

"Can I see th' map?"

You handed it to Lester, and he examined it greedily. He knew the area and you wondered just how often he travelled these roads. By the smell of him and the state of his truck, you guessed that he did some kind of roadside maintenance. One of his fingers jabbed at the last road you had made a turn on. "See 'ere," You moved to stand beside him, looking at where he was pointing and following where his finger moved so as to visualise what you should have done, "Tha's where you turn off, and then you gotta follow the road for 'bout ten miles before you get to Ambrose. S'not far from 'ere."

"How come the town's not on the map?"

Lester shrugged, "I ain't sure 'bout that," he chuckled but it sounded strained somehow. In the moment, you didn't think much on it. In the blissful yet dangerous days and weeks to come, it was a sentence which would reverberate inside your head as you began to tally up just how many warning signs and red flags had gone over your head. "Got fuel?"

"Yeah. Got half a tank. The car's fine, I just got lost and I didn't know what to do."

"No, you didn't," Lester beamed at you, "You're right where ya' s'posed to be, Y/N. S'not bin right since ya left us."

"I didn't want to. I've wanted to come back for a long time. Years. I didn't even know you were still here."

The frown on your face was so genuine and Lester could see that you had missed he and his brothers as much as they all had been missing you, especially Bo. He hadn't been right since you had left and Lester wondered how many nights the two of you had been thinking of each other at exactly the same time and not even known about it. This possibility, the look of sadness and yearning on your face, and the thoughts of making his brothers truly happy made Lester make a quick decision and he fumbled for words so he could make it happen. Now. "Lemme just make a quick call; gotta sort somethin' out before I take ya' to Ambrose."

"Oh, Lester, you don't have to drive me there. You already gave me directions!" You really didn't want to put him out, though he had offered. Still, you figured the cash you had on you would cover his fuel costs and maybe a bit extra as a proper thank you.

"No, I want to," Lester smiled again and you couldn't help but to respond with one of your own. "Ambrose was ya' home for so long, Y/N... maybe it'll be that way again now ya' here." Without letting you protest further, Lester trudged away into the thick of the trees, looking back at you before slowly turning around and raising a phone to his ear. You caught the words, "special delivery", "ya' don't gotta act this way," "can't hurt" and a much less strained, genuinely cheery "be righ' there" before Lester snapped the phone shut, threw what was left of his cigarette away, and stomped back around to the driver's side of your car, where you were stood waiting for him. "Sorry 'bout that, darlin'."

You shook your head to say that it was fine, but then it occurred to you that you didn't know how it would work to get your cars down the lane; it was too narrow for you to drive down together. If you asked Lester to drive you, it would be a squeeze to get passed yours. If you got into his truck, then your car would be left there on the side for a time. Would someone try to strip it for parts if you left it? Or maybe Lester could drive your car and you could drive his truck, so you could follow him... with high anxiety did you begin to overthink, but once again was Lester there to help you, whether he knew about it or not.

Lester must have caught the look on your face, sharp was he, for he said, "S'okay. Can leave your car here; I'll drop ya' off at Ambrose then come back to get 'er. No one comes down here; business has been a bit dead lately." He chuckled and you caught the sight of a dead... something in the truck bed, which made you smile through the grimace as you realised that his sense of humour was as dry as it had ever been.

"Lester," your gratitude was too much and you didn't know how to express it, "I got some cash I can give you for the drive, if that's okay? I don't know how else to thank you, I - "

He held up a hand, smiling like he didn't know how to do anything else. "You just did, darlin'. Don't think on it no more, all righ'? Jus' take care of m'brothers and we'll call it good."

"What about taking care of you? If I remember rightly, I was there for all three of you, just as you always were for me." You smiled fondly, memories flooding you as giddily did you realise that you'd done it. You'd found Ambrose (or, you'd found Lester, who clearly knew Ambrose) and therefore you'd found Bo.

"You did!" Lester nodded and made his way over to his truck. You followed his lead after grabbing your bags from your car, locking it up and making peace with the fact that it would be unattended for a while. As you approached his truck, you had to suppress a gag at the smell. Yep... Lester worked roadside, all right. "Sorry about the smell," You smiled but there was something wrong with it, made known to you by the way Lester leaned over and cranked open your window, "I forget it smells if y'ain't used to it." Lester navigated his truck to bypass your car by driving slightly off road and on a noticeable wonky angle before making his way back onto the track. It was risky driving, but Lester's face didn't show the various lumps, bumps and jolts which the truck put you through. He was used to it and you began to think on Bo and Vincent. What were they up to? They were clearly safe, well and still in Ambrose, but what about the finer details? What did they look like now? Had Bo gotten any taller? Was Vincent still just a bit taller than Bo, or had Bo grown taller? Were they the same height?

Easy silence accompanied you and Lester on the drive to Ambrose and you felt yourself relaxing into the worn upholstery. You were where you had wanted to be for years but you weren't home yet. Home wasn't a destination, but a person. Bo. Would he recognise you? Speaking of...

"Do they know you're bringing me home?"

Lester caught the implication of your question and smirked deviously, a gesture unseen by you, lost were you in your reverie. Even if his brothers didn't do what they usually did to visitors to the town (though he had warned Bo against it as best as he could without actually saying it while he had been on the phone with his eldest brother), it was clear that you wouldn't be going anywhere. You would find a way to stay... of that, Lester was certain.

"No. Told Bo I had a surprise for 'im an' I told him I would be there soon, but other than that, s'a 'prise for 'im!" Lester laughed and his happiness was infectious; despite the roaring in your head of anxiety, nerves and the sense that something was wrong, you found yourself smiling in response to his carefree joy. You had been so very close back then with Bo, to such an extent that where one of you was, people instinctively looked for the other one. It was always Bo n' Y/N, like your names were so synonymous that to say one was to say the other. It was never Bo and Y/N; though whole and separate people were you on your own.

Finally, Lester braked suddenly to a stop and you narrowly avoided slamming your head into the dashboard from the jarring impact by grabbing his shoulder. "Ambrose's jus' roun' that corner there, Y/N," Lester pointed to where he was referring to, for the path was hidden quite well by plants on either side. Ambrose was a town that didn't want to be found, unless its twisted but human residents decided otherwise.

"Thank you, Lester! Really, I - " You dug around in your bag, looking for where you stored your money, but Lester's hand atop yours stilled your movements.

"You don't gotta' pay me, YN. S'nice to see ya' again. Family don't pay family, right?"

"Is that what Bo tells you?" Your easy smile as you fell back into the banter with Lester made you feel like you had never even left Ambrose. Lester smiled widely, his laughter once again gracing your ears (and, oh, you had forgotten just how much you loved his laugh) and the two of you shared a quiet moment between you while you continued to dig around in your bag. "If you won't take money for your help, will you at least take - "

Lester cut you off, his eyes sharp, "I said no, YN. Family don't pay family. Jus' take care of m'brothers and that's already everythin'. Means a lot jus' havin' ya' here. Don't gotta pay me for my help when I wanted to."

You relented. Lester was being serious and you didn't want to disrespect him by pushing further. It would seem selfish of you, you figured, to make him take payment he had already refused twice; once politely, and then more firmly. It was something he had taught you when you were children; to stand up for yourself kindly once and then afterwards to assert yourself. It was lovely to know that in the most crucial of ways, Lester was still Lester. Still, there was some ulterior motive by way of paying him back for his kindness in the way you threw your arms around Lester's neck with a, "c'mere, you!" and enthusiastically did you squeeze him.

Lester chuckled with a shy, "hey, now," but he hugged you back just as tightly. He felt the same as he always had done when you were children, and you marveled at how much you remembered; it was all coming flooding back to you and it was like you hadn't left in the first place.

Would reuniting with Bo and Vincent feel the same way?

You hoped so.

You got out and thanked Lester again for all of his help. He only nodded at you, his smile slightly tight as he got out of the car too. "I'll bring ya' car back here, darlin', next to mine here. Jus' so's you know where to go! Now, go on roun' that bend. I know ya' itching to see Bo. Vincent's aroun' as well, don't forget to go say hi to 'im!"

And with that, Lester spun on his heel and went back the way you had both come. You felt guilty to realise that he was willingly walking ten some miles to get your car so that he could drive it back, but he had said it was all right and that he wanted to. You wondered why he was so adamant about it, but you shrugged it off. The Sinclairs had always been a little strange, and Lester was the one you had the most trouble reading. Still, you loved them, you did, and as warmth bloomed in your chest did you begin to turn the corner, once again alone, but no longer lost.

You had been found.

You walked through the town slowly, savouring the sights and the crunching of gravel beneath your feet. You wondered where Bo was. Lester hadn't told you, but if Bo was the one that you remembered and still loved, then he would probably be either in the garage or up at the house. You turned the corner again, coming off the hidden track and into the main part of town, and saw that there was a pet shop to your left. If memory served correctly, then the garage was just up to the right... You sped up, eager now to see Bo. Lester had told him that someone was coming to see him, but he hadn't said who and you so badly wanted to see Bo see you for the first time in many years! Oh, but how many years had you yearned to see Bo again? And now that it was happening, now that it was here, you were fighting to ground yourself in the reality of the moment. You were overwhelmed with love, joy, happiness, and -

You stopped dead in your tracks.

Someone was behind you.

You held your breath, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up on end and the hairs on your arms following suit. Someone's following me. You carried on walking after a second of hesitation - you didn't want them catching up to you. The town was silent, still... foreboding. Anxiety gripped your heart and threatened to choke you, but you continued on. There were no residents in the town that you could see. You couldn't hear anyone. All the shops were closed. There was no one around. You turned your head and saw someone dressed all in black, following you at a slow and leisurely pace. Their footsteps made very little sound, so carefully were they walking. They wore a black and white baseball cap.

Wait.

Black and white baseball cap...

It could have been anybody, but you were in Ambrose and you knew that there was only one person you had ever known to wear one of those. You spun around on your heel, your heart in your throat, and you caught Bo mid step. He put no effort into muffling his foot that time, and the loud crunch almost made you wince. Clearly, he hadn't expected you to turn around, but he had planned to make that noise by way of announcing himself. There was no way his reflexes were that sharp. Right?

Right?

The brim of his hat totally covered his eyes and hid them from your view, but you knew Bo. Or, at least, you knew who he used to be. You weren't so naive as to believe that he would be his high school self, when by now he was in his mid-thirties. He hadn't changed much in the last few decades. He'd gotten a bit taller, a bit leaner, but it was unmistakably Bo. Whether he remained your Bo to this day was another question entirely, but that would have to wait. You did your best to rein in your reaction until you knew that he knew who you were. You inhaled shakily and with a smile so wide that it hurt your cheeks, you said, "Bo?"

That gave him pause. Bo straightened up, pushed his shoulders back and brought himself up to his full height. You couldn't see his eyes, but you could see the muscles in his jaw ticking, and - yeah. Same old Bo, you realised with fondness and affection. His thumb was rubbing against the seam of his jacket. "Hey." His voice was deep, strong, and you shivered despite yourself. "Can I, uh, can I help you?" He rubbed his hand across the lower half of his face, and you smiled. There's another of his old habits. Are you just the same as you always were, my love? The endearment, which you hadn't consciously decided to use, made you smile wider still and you thought you could sense Bo squinting at you from underneath his cap.

"I mean," You shrugged with one shoulder, "Lester told you that I was comin' down today."

Another pause. Another squint that you sensed more than saw. You heard Bo inhale sharply even from the distance at which you stood, and then he removed his cap so that you could see each other. "... Y/N?"

"Surprise ~ "

Bo whistled lowly as he made his way over to you, a hand on his hip and the other arm being used as he gestured while he spoke. "Well, I'll be damned. Look at'chu, darlin'. You haven't changed at all." Bo circled you, taking you in for all that you were, all that you had used to be and all that you had become, with an appreciative gaze and awe in his voice. All of his feelings, long since dormant, slammed into him as you closed your eyes and tilted your face up towards the sun as you took in his scent, his voice, his very existence. It was good to be home.

Right back at'cha, Sinclair.

Bo thought that you looked like a sunflower in that moment, and he wondered if you were aware of the fact that you were turning with him. Why else would he turn in a circle, if not to see how many times you would follow him around? Though, it did give him a wonderful opportunity to check you out and he did so gladly. It would be his little secret. He marveled at the fact that, even with your eyes shut, you knew where he was. It warmed his heart, not that he would ever admit to such a thing, and absentmindedly did he rub at his chest. Down, boy. Bo stopped once he had made one full circle, standing where he had been stood previously. Oh, but he was going to have fun with you. He wondered if you still gave as good as you got. He hoped so.

"Well?" Bo looked at you expectantly, his tone demanding.

You frowned. "Well, what?" It always was Bo's way to just assume you knew what he wanted without his actually voicing anything, toxic could he be. You were still blissfully unaware of the true extent of that statement. It would come in time, as the truth must.

Bo scoffed and held his arms out, "Well, ain't'cha gonna come give ya' old friend a hug? I can smell Lester on you so I know he got t'ya 'for I did."

To anyone else, Bo was sneering. Demanding, rude, expecting things of an old friend he probably shouldn't feel so entitled to. But to you? You heard a real want to hug you, and a hint of jealousy in the way he spoke of Lester. It told you more about Bo than anything else he could have said in that moment, and you practically threw yourself at him. He knew who you were, he recognised you, he wanted you to hug him... perhaps that was out of character for Bo, but he had never been the stalking type, either, and you wondered when those proclivities had made themselves known. Yes, life had not been kind to the Sinclairs. "Oh, c'mere, you!"

You pulled Bo towards you, surprising the both of you with your strength as you threw your arms around your neck. Bo grunted as he shifted his weight to accommodate yours; it should have concerned you how quickly he managed to do so, but you were enjoying the moment and such potential red flags, many as you had already seen and discarded this day, didn't even occur to you. Bo had frozen when you had hugged him, so you waited to further your grip on him until you felt him relax, melting into your embrace some moments later. You pulled your legs up to lock them around his waist and one of Bo's hands strayed to your upper thigh, the other around your shoulders, to support you against him. If you were a koala, then he was a tree, and you found it fitting considering how tall he was and the strength with which you clung to him. "Oh, I missed you, I missed you, I missed you," you didn't even bother suppressing the urge to press a kiss to Bo's jaw, and his sharp inhale was accompanied with the tightening of his hands.

"I missed ya' too, darlin'." Bo's voice was quiet, as if he didn't want to be overheard by anyone other than you, even though no one else was around. It was just the two of you for as long as you wanted for it to be, though you didn't know that yet. He pressed a kiss into the side of your face and held you, as if he was afraid of letting you go. "S'real good to have ya' home with us. How long ya' stayin'?" His voice was casual in his questions, but you knew him well enough, even after all of this time, to pick up on the edge in his voice.

It made you hesitate.

"Uhh... I was only gonna stay for a day or so, but if you... if you want me to stay longer, I will."

You didn't understand yet why a part of you wanted to stay forever, while the larger part of you wanted to go.

You didn't understand yet that that option hadn't been available to you since you had gotten into Lester's truck.

You didn't understand yet that you were going nowhere.

But you would, sooner rather than later.

"I love the sound of that," Bo mumbled, kissing your face again. "Why don't'cha come with me back up to the house? I know Vincent's gonna wanna see ya'. Can't see one without seein' us all." He set you down and began walking, presumably in the direction of the house. Your entire body felt cold, empty, without Bo's solid warmth against you, and you missed him already. It was with a lump in your throat that you followed him, wondering why two separate voices in your mind were saying, run run run and stay stay stay, the words intermingling and moving together all at once in your mind on a constant loop, until you didn't know what your thoughts were trying to tell you. You felt sick, giddy, dizzy, confused, happy, lovesick... home.

If home was where the heart was, then you had never left Ambrose.

Bo would make it so that you never would.