#pls be nice to mona

[queerofthedagger]

me, a fool, repressing the knowledge of exactly how long 15 hour shifts are: oh I'm sure it'll be fine, just one more shift to go, really how long can 15 hours be

this shift: i am going to end you and your entire blood line

[deus-ex-mona]

kinda thinking about t h e m again…

[thormanick]

Me: *finally summons Mona for the first time after like two years of the game*

Me, satisfied: well I guess I can make several more single pills before the banner is over, maybe I’ll get Faruzan’s constellation-

Scaramouche barging into my house unannounced on the second single pull:

[mcondance]

come close; hobie brown

getting high and talking about anarchy with some old 90's shit playing is a crazy way to fall for someone. but it happens.

pairing hobie brown x Black!afab!fem! reader

contents lots of weed, different terms for weed (mary jane, cess), talks of killing politicians (y’all r both anarchists so.), masturbation (both you and hobie), making out, fingering, riding, missionary, mating press, creampie, unprotected sex (they're horny man dwbi), dirty talk, cervix kissing, lotsssss of praise, porn with plot (sorry i love plot 🙏🏾)

words 4.7k.. back on my longer fic shit!

warnings reader wears lipgloss, barely proofread so if you see any mistakes pls shoot me an ask!, umm i use the n word once!, i’m also,, not that great at writing his voice yet so.. hope it’s at least sorta accurate :3

extras the form i wrote this in is kinda,, unique igs but it flows rlly well i feel.

song shoutouts special thanks to lipstick lover by janelle monae, come close by common and mary j. blige, and green eyes by erykah badu!

signing off happy father’s day to hobie 🫶🏾

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not quite plug!hobie, but hobie who always has weed, who you smoke with the first time you buy from him.

you usually don’t smoke with randoms, but you hear some old 90's rap playing from inside his car, and he invites you in when you comment on it.

"what you know bout this?" you ask with a smile.

"a lot, actually. you wanna smoke and listen?"

not quite plug!hobie who's fine as fuck as he sits opposite you in his ride, tall and darkskin with cool ass hair. wild ass accent and even wilder style, but he makes it work. his music taste adds on to his overall allure.

but his political views? god. the charm in the shape of a little 'a' surrounded by a circle hanging from his mirror lets you know that he ain't like these other niggas.

he's an anarchist. so far, you're the only anarchist you know. it's so rare to find someone who has the same values as you.

not quite plug!hobie who's car you leave with music recs clumsily typed into your notes, and someone to talk about politics with, though you're too shy to text the pretty boy with the good weed, so you're sure it'll never happen.

not quite plug!hobie who texts you when you get home to make sure you arrived safely.

"driving while high ain't safe, ya know? you at home?"

"i've done it before. i made it home."

not quite plug!hobie who's so nice to you, complimenting your outfits and hair, even noticing when you meet him the 3rd time with a new style.

not quite plug! hobie who you find out has been giving you discounts when your friends ask if you ever bought from him after their recommendation, and you run them in on the details. you think it’s just cause y’all smoked the first time you ever bought from him and you bonded over political views and music. you don’t think nothing else of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you find yourself thinking about more and more often, ever since that first time y'all smoked together.

not quite plug!hobie who finds himself in the same predicament.

not quite plug!hobie who answers the door on your 6th buy in a pair of red sweats and a tight white t-shirt that hugs his lanky frame, hair tied up with a blue shoe string. he invites you into his crib, citing reasons of having no one else to talk to about his views with. after all, it's the first time you both have time to sit and talk and listen to music instead of a quick deal since that first time.

not quite plug!hobie who you get faded as fuck with, this time sharing a joint on his janky couch, heavy hands brushing against each other with each pass. he tries to ignore the aching in his very core every time you speak your mind, your aligning politics driving him crazy.

you mirror him, shaking off the.. arousal?.. no, it can't be. you can't be getting all heated just cause a man is an anarchist. whatever. just ignore it.

not quite plug!hobie who laughs when you tell him straight up, “people aren’t killing politicians anymore. that’s our fuckin’ problem.”

"really? you're wild. but i get it."

"course you do." you nod, taking another drag of the joint. erykah badu's "green eyes" is playing quietly in the background of your convo. hobie starts laughing.

"what?" you smile.

"song's called green eyes, right? well we got red eyes." it's corny and wouldn't be funny if you two weren't high as shit, but you are high as shit, so it's fucking hilarious.

not quite plug!hobie who's eyes linger on you as he pulls laugh after laugh out of your chest with his snarky little jokes.

not quite plug!hobie who walks you to your car after your smoke session, telling you to get home safely. he passes out after his head hits the bed, that after smoke sleep being some of the best he's ever had. he tries to chase you out of his mind as he succumbs to the cess.

not quite plug!hobie who lights a joint and then pulls his dick out the next day, hard and heavy, and strokes it thinking about his pretty little client— friend? whatever — hips stuttering as he wraps his hand around his thick base. he's tried to shake you off, went all day distracting himself with this and that, but it's not working.

not quite plug!hobie who cums in white spurts splattering on his chest to the thought of making you cum in a room filled with smoke, some old r&b playin as he dicks you down the way he's been wanting to since the first time your pretty ass came to him asking for some weed. he wants you bent over on the end of his bed, eyes low and red while he fills you up and fucks you good, gives you his dick like he feels you so rightfully deserve.

not quite plug!hobie who you seriously can't stop thinking of. last night's smoke session has you on edge, so you light another joint, but weed always gets you horny, so when you slip your fingers into your panties and touch yourself to the thought of the pretty darkskin boy with the piercings and cool hair pushing his fat cock into your pretty hole, you blame it on the mary jane sitting pretty in your veins.

the fault lies in the mary jane for making you think about him laid on top of you, talking you through it as he damn near kisses your cervix, his wiry hands roaming your body. the fault lies in the mary jane for having your legs shaking, imagining your pretty plug folding you in half and ruining you, leaving you and your cunt sore and satisfied and dripping his cum.

not quite plug!hobie who cleans up while telling himself that he can't do this again, that you're not interested in him.

not quite plug!hobie who you block out of your mind as you shower. what you did wasn't right. it won't happen again.

not quite plug!hobie who you don’t buy from for a minute, cause you’re trying to stop smoking so much, for a while. you still keep in contact with him, though. daily texts, funny memes, and of course talks of anarchy. one day, you call him “bee” instead of hobie, and it sticks. he likes it.

not quite plug!hobie… who you fuck yourself to again, this time slipping three fingers inside your greedy cunt to satiate the need for him. it’s almost every night, and it’s a different fantasy every time. 

in the backseat of his car, bent over on his counter, pressed into his couch cushions. your head pressing into your pillows while visions of hobie’s lips pressed to your ear praising you endlessly for being his good girl and taking him so well torment you. you’re insatiable, but when you text you have to pretend like you don’t want his piercing scraping against your clit as he eats you like a man starved.

not quite plug!hobie who has the same dilemma as you.. he can’t even go a couple of hours without growing hard in his sweats, glimpses of you spread out on his bed with your thighs thrown over his shoulders, or you face down ass up, sobbing in pure ecstasy. it’s not made better by y’all’s constant texting, more and more of your personality being revealed to him each day.

you both share one brain, really. and that one brain finds each other attractive, of course, but it’s not just that. it’s not just pure lust. you two have more in common than anyone you’ve ever met, and that sinks ache and want so deep into you that every night and day is spent trying to rid yourselves of it.

not quite plug!hobie who you buy from again almost two weeks later, two weeks that were filled with funny conversations and deep discussions of politics through text. two weeks that solidify the growing feelings you have for each other. this time, he’s wearing a pair of blue sweats and a tight black tee, and his hair is tied up just like the first time you came to his house. this time, brandy’s playing throughout his crib.

you’ve only known each other for about two months, but it feels like longer, for the both of you. you take your seat on the couch as he grabs his stash and his papers, pulling out one paper to roll up.

not quite plug!hobie who sits a little bit closer than he did last time. he smells good. your head is swimming already. 

not quite plug!hobie who lights up and then lets you take the first hit, watching you wrap your glossy lips around the joint like he doesn’t wish they were wrapped around his dick instead. you pass the joint to him and settle onto the couch, raking your eyes over his lanky frame, and what you swear is a hard-on. no way. it has to be the weed. 

he settles back onto the couch too, extending his long arms on the back. his arm comes up behind your head, and you rest your head on it, smiling dopily when he directs his hazy gaze your way. his playlist must have ended. you're left with him and your thoughts.

“you’re funny, you know?” he says through a breath of smoke, passing the joint to you.

“yeah?” you reply, hitting it again. “everyone tells me i’m just corny.”

“you’re not corny. you’re pretty hilarious, if i’m bein’ honest.” 

and there it is again.

not quite plug!hobie whose words light that fire in you again, the fire that you’ve been dousing every night for the past two fucking weeks. fuck, not here. not now. you grab the joint from him in an attempt to push more weed into your system to flush him out, but you meet his pretty fuckin’ brown eyes and they’re low and his lips looks so good and he smells so good and suddenly you’re asking not quite plug who you’re two seconds away from fucking!hobie why he’s been charging you less than everyone else who buys from him and why he invited you into his car and into his house, twice.

and not quite plug who really wants to kiss you right now!hobie can’t even joke and twist his way out of this one. he’s tired of cumming alone to the thought of you. the worst you can do is leave. but the best? god, so many things.

“'s cause i think you’re pretty. n' i really wanna kiss you right now.”

“then do it.”

not quite plug!hobie who tastes like weed and chocolate. the hand that was resting on the back of the couch finds it’s way to the small of your back, fingers drawing nonsensical shapes into it. your hands find his knee and his neck as you press your lips into his. you slide closer to him, and then he’s using the hand resting on your back to push you into his lap, hands settling on your hips as you settle above him, your hands circling around his neck.

“how long?” you ask between kisses.

“since the day you walked up to my car.” he responds quietly, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. he’s quick to trap your lips again.

god, he is hard. and he’s big, you can feel him pressing against the inside of your thigh. you hold your tongue, figuring you could deal with that later. right now, you just need to get out what you’ve been keeping in since the day you two met and you spotted the little ‘a’ hanging from his mirror.

the kiss grows deeper and he grows a little less shy, starting to use his hands gripping your waist to grind you against him. heat floods you when you realize that he's pulling you onto his cock, pressing your cunt against him, separated by the fabric of his sweats and your shorts.

you find his rhythm, falling into the pattern of his soft pushes and presses, a gentle lull of bodies moving against each other that makes you even more comfortable than you already are. soft little groans escaping the both of you, mixing with the smoke and infatuation in the air.

he lets you move the way you want, lithe fingers tracing up your back, hovering over where your hair falls onto your neck. he keeps kissing you for a minute, seemingly frozen. but then he's pulling away to speak, "can i- can i touch your hair?"

you stop moving with a smile. you nod. "yeah. thanks for asking." you kiss him again.

"course, love." he nods, and then he kisses you again. his long fingers snake into your hair, gently and softly. he strokes his hands through your locks, in time with your kisses and the movements of your hips that have started again. hands migrating from his neck, sliding down his chest, laying flat-palmed. your fingers slide under his tee, curling and gripping to pull him ever closer to you.

not quite plug!hobie who could kiss you forever. you could too, but you want more. you need him. so you pull away just a little, murmur "can feel you against me." chills rack through him at your words.

"i know. 'm so hard, darlin'." he pushes his hips up just a little, drawing a muffled whine from you.

"been wantin' you so bad.." you trail off. hobie takes it upon himself to move his hands from your hair to the waistband of your shorts, eyes fixed on yours, watching your every move. you nod, giving him permission to snake his fingers into your shorts, fingers that are met with no resistance.

"no panties? did'ya plan this, doll?" he smiles, slim fingers exploring your wetness, doing what he can with the limited space.

"mhm." you shake your head. "'s more comfortable." he hums in agreement. he circles your clit with his middle finger, dipping towards your entrance to collect more slick. you push down against his fingers, causing him to have to crane his wrist to reach you.

"can we take these off? can't touch you the way i wanna." you blush, averting your eyes to focus on the hand that disappears into your shorts.

"yeah." you breathe shakily, standing up and letting hobie pull them down your legs, hands on his shoulders as balance. your shirt is long, and it falls down to give you some modesty. hobie throws your shorts somewhere behind you before he leans back, giving you space to sit back down.

he looks so fucking good, brown eyes staring at you like you hung the stars in the sky. he reaches out for you, pulling you back into his lap by your hips. his hand disappears under your shirt while his lips find yours again, exploring you more freely this time.

"so wet, doll." he murmurs between one kiss and another, smiling when you whine. his fingers move at different speeds, pressing in different areas and circling at different speeds until he finds a combination that makes you jolt against him, whining "bee."

"thaaaaat's it, love." this time, you don't return your lips to his, instead tucking your head into his neck as you hump shamelessly against his hand, his cock pressing hard and heavy against your thigh. "keep going, baby," he urges, "show me how it feels."

and you do. you shiver and shake and whine and groan in pleasure, pressing kisses in his brown skin as he touches you the way he touched himself thinking about.

not quite plug!hobie who presses his thumb into your clit, sliding his hand farther down to tease your drooling hole. "'s wet, love. g'na feel so good 'round me." you moan loudly at that, at the thought of your fantasies coming true. you cant your hips down, sliding down his fingers until they're seated inside you, stroking gently at your sensitive walls.

pulling them out softly, he curls his fingers, twisting his wrist as you whine and mouth at his neck. "'s okay. you can bite." he nods, catching onto what you were holding yourself back from. you still don't, resign to licking and sucking instead.

until his fingers catch the spongy spot inside you, and your teeth are sinking into the column. "fuck," you damn near shout, pushing yourself onto his hand. he groans in response, pleased to be pleasing you and indulging in the pain you inflict on him. thumb on your clit and fingers playing with that spot, he brings his other hand from your hip to your hair to soothe you, to ground you.

it's sweet, really, his hand in your hair while the other one touches you the way you've been dreaming of. coos and hums meet your ears, soft sounds of affirmation egging you on to let yourself get lost in the pleasure he delivers you. arousal steadily dripping out of your hole, hobie's fingers sliding easier and easier inside you until he can pull out and slip right back in.

"you're so pretty, dove, fuckin' dreamgirl." he murmurs, staring down at your pretty face, arched eyebrows turned down in ecstasy, lips parted. the praise takes you closer and closer to the edge, his deep voice reverberating throughout your entire being, the pangs of arousal in your clit growing harder and faster. you're close.

you're so goddamn close to cumming for a boy you just wanted to buy from. his long fingers reach deep, deeper than you could ever even dream of. “hobie- i- i’m g’na-” you stutter against his neck, hips stuttering against his fingers.

“‘s okay, love, cum. i’m right here.” the rubber band snaps, and you're tightening your thighs around his hand while you shake and shiver, eyes closed tight with soft whines of "hobie, god it feels so good" tumbling from your lips. you tighten around his fingers, too, squeeze him so tight he winces, cause he just knows you're gonna feel so good wrapped around him. he pushes that thought away, though, focused on helping you ride out your orgasm.

fingers pressing into your clit and that spot inside you, he makes sure to milk every last second of your climax, eyes fixed on your ethereal features. aftershocks still racking through you, you finally open your eyes, and he takes it as a sign to gently pull his fingers out of you and wipe them on his sweats, and you shudder at the feeling.

"that was. . so much better than i imagined. n' i imagined it being pretty good." you smile and giggle, placing a kiss on his neck. he laughs in response, raising his eyebrows at your confession.

"bet i'm a better fuck than you imagined, too." the air in the room shifts again, and suddenly you're aware of his cock pressed against your thigh through his sweats again.

"bet you are."

you raise up, kissing him again as your hands find the waistband of his sweats and invite themselves in, meeting his dick that's been hard since you first sat down on his couch. "and i'm the one who planned this? you're free-balling." you murmur against his lips, and he mirrors your words from earlier.

"'s more comfortable, 's all— fuck." he's cut off when you pull his cock out of his sweats and run your finger over his pretty brown tip, dipping into his slit. his hips thrust up, chasing your soft hand. "g'na drive me crazy." he almost whines, jerking against you when you swipe your thumb against his aching tip again.

"just returnin' the favor." you shoot back, raising up to hover over him, swiping his leaking dick through your wetness. he wraps his hand around his thick base, moving in time with your teasing strokes. "you're big." you groan, hesitating to seat yourself on him.

"i know, doll, you can take it though. we'll make you take it." he speaks into your clothed chest, muffled and horny, and you’re sure he means what he says. you drip even more at his words, sticky slick wetting his fat tip.

not quite plug!hobie whose hands are on your hips as you sink down onto his pretty dick, whining into his neck as he encourages you. “you got it, baby, you’re takin’ me so well. god, she’s so wet.”

"she— fuck that's so hot," you moan, eyes rolling back at his words.

"mhm?" he hums.

you don't respond, too busy focusing on his fat cock pushing into you, focusing on the way you both make it fit, exactly like he said you would. finally, he bottoms out, your thighs resting against his sweats.

"g' job, babe. knew you could take me." you jolt against him, his heady words sending another pang of arousal straight to where you two meet.

not quite!plug hobie who you tell to move, raising your hips up as he pulls out, meeting him in the middle as he fills you back up. his hips slot against yours again, and his big chocolate eyes are fixed on yours, gazing upon you in adoration, while your eyes are fixed on where he disappears into you.

"so big, feels s'good. ." you whisper, meeting his gaze. the look in his eyes has chills running down your spine as you raise your hips again, choosing to connect your lips with his again. hobie starts to find a rhythm, now, wrapping his long arms around your waist. you swap spit with him as his hips meet your ass, taking over.

body bouncing with each of his thrusts into your pussy, arms wrapped around his neck. his lips slipping against yours, plump and wet. you both take it slow, basking in the feeling of finally being like this with someone you've wanted since you first saw them.

he fills you up so nicely, thick cock nestled in your achy walls, leaking tip just barely kissing your cervix as he thrusts just a bit harder and you push down a little more.

"y'feel me, darlin? 'm all the way in, at the end of you, god, 'm g'na make you mine." he babbles in pleasure, pushing his hips up even harder. still soft, but firm, and deliberate.

you nod against his lips, hand resting on his cheek. "feel you, bee, feel you in my fuckin' stomach, i swear." you feed off of him and he feeds off of you, kissing and slapping your hips against the others, wild and wanting. "fuckin' me so good, bee, makin' me yours."

"makin' me yours, doll, pussy's squeezin' me like she don't w'na let go."

"don't wanna let go, wan' you so bad." you confess, bringing your ass down onto his cock again. "i— fuck," you sob. his cock curves just right, and with his tip pressing against your spot now, hobie's found new determination.

"that it?" he asks, making sure to keep hitting that spongy patch of skin with every thrust, sheathing his cock in your wet heat.

"'s it, hobie, feels so good, shit." the high has worn off by now, leaving pure emotions and desire driving you two. you get tight around him again, cunt pulsing with every slam of his hips against yours. you feel so good around him, so tight and wet.

"'m g'na—, you're gonna make me cum, bee."

he moves one hand from around your waist at that, sliding between you two to toy with your clit, thumb rubbing wild shapes against the throbbing bud.

"fuck," you cry, grinding against his thumb and down onto his dick.

"you close again, doll? wan' you to wet me up, ma'me a mess," he encourages, big brown eyes fixed on yours like they've been the whole night.

"'m so close, bee, wanna cum for you, wanna wet you up."

"then do it." he mirrors your words from earlier, and the pleasure pulsing through your veins and infatuation swirling around in your blood gets to be too much, and you cum on his cock, still slamming your hips down onto him, meeting his thrusts in the middle. "thaaaat's it, doll." you hear hobie praise through the fog in your mind, bounces turned to messy grinds as you get all tight around him, cumming hard.

"y'alright, love?" he asks, moving your hair out of your face.

"mhm. w'na go again, you haven't come yet." he chuckles at your words, wrapping both hands around your waist and kissing you again.

"lay back, love." he murmurs against your lips, flipping you onto the couch. your back meets the smooth fabric as he lays you down, pulling his tee and his sweats off. you follow suit, stripping your shirt off and throwing it somewhere behind his couch. his watchful eyes fall on your face, then your tits, then your cunt, taking your body in for the first time.

he finds his place on top of you, balancing himself on his elbows as he kisses you again. he reaches down, but you stop him. "lemme do it," you urge, replacing his hand. you line him up with your sopping entrance, nodding twice to tell him to push in.

the stretch is so fucking good, his cock bullying it's way into your tight cunt again.

"fuck, that's it," he curses, watching your face as he seats himself in your once again.

"so deep. ." you trail off, looking down at your stomach, and oh fuck, no way.

"hobie, hobes, look," you urge, and he points his gaze to where you're looking.

"oh, love, look at that. can see myself, right there," he presses down on the bulge he creates, ripping a broken moan straight from your throat.

"fuck me, please," you sob, squirming under him. he nods, understanding, and finds his rhythm easier this time, lean hips slapping against you. your body jolts up the couch with every thrust, choppy whines of nonsensical sentences leaving your mouth.

not quite plug who's absolutely pussydrunk!hobie can't get enough of your cunt, the way you squeeze him oh so tight, the wet squelches of your heat drawing him further into madness. he needs to go deeper, needs to fuck you harder, so he raises up, throwing your legs over his shoulders, leaning back down to bury his cock deep inside you.

"baby, fuck." it's a gritted groan, head rolling back onto the couch as he mouths at your neck, licking and biting at your heated skin. his thrusts are slow and firm, dick kissing your cervix, the slaps sounding out through his living room.

you're both quiet this time around, too blissed out to do anything but fuck, allowing yourselves to succumb to pleasure. every inch of his cock fills you, driving you crazy, driving him crazy too. it's intimate, his lips on your neck, your fingers palming at his back, limbs tangled together. and you can feel it building up in you again.

"'m g'na cum, hobes." he moves one of his arms, bringing his thumb down to rub at your clit, still mouthing at your neck. he lets it happen this time, doesn't urge you or change anything he's doing, and you coast into your climax so gratifyingly that you almost cry, squeezing him tight once again. now, your focus is on making him cum.

"wan' you to cum, hobes."

"gotta pull out, love. we ain' even put a rubber on." he realizes.

"no you don't. 'm clean. jus' fill me up, please." in your right mind, you wouldn't let him, but you're not in your right mind, and neither is he. so he cums with a groan, shaking as he spills pressed against your cervix.

the air's.. different now, satisfied and calm. you both lay there for a while, until hobie's picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom to clean you up.

after, he lights another joint that you two share tucked under his covers, hugged up like a couple.

not quite plug!hobie holds you as you both fall asleep.

[ginxx00]

Hey, I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, and I apologize if I do.

Could you maybe write something about wanderer x GN!reader that is part of fatui?Maybe reader used to work under him before he erased his ties with fatui.

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲)

Gore implied, unhinged Scaramouche, reader being heavily injured and fragile, GN!reader

Scaramouche was an infamous villain, being well known in the Fatui ranks. He also happens to have been your boss the entire time when he encountered Mona, Fischl, and the traveler… Revealing that you, a weak mere mortal, was none other than (Y/N).

However, it seems that after Sumeru’s redemption arc, his entirety and existence has been erased and dealt with.

So…. What happened to you, when Scaramouche wasn’t your boss anymore?

“.. (Y)-(Y/N)…?”

Horrified, Scaramouche sees you without limbs. You didn’t have arms, you didn’t have legs… You were there, brutally injured on your ground. All because, he wasn’t there to take care of you anymore.

“Oh… Oh Archons, (Y/N)!” Scaramouche shouted in absolute terror before sitting next to you, his breaths being quickened, sounding like panting and as if he didn’t get to take a break at all. Your body was tightly engulfed into a hug, your tired eyes gazing at the male so confused and so lost…. And yet, you yearned for somebody to find you.. And it somehow came true.

But you didn’t know who he was.

“I’m sorry…” The hat guy’s voice suddenly broke, catching you slightly off guard as you didn’t expect him to suddenly cry… Why was he crying? Oh, poor dear, he’s crying because you’ve lost your limbs. Anyone would cry if they saw you like this, especially the Archons.

“It’s okay… It’s okay, oh fuck… You’re bleeding through your bandages…!” You watched in awe… Tiredly gazing at the guy who desperately tried bandaging you up with a bag he had along with. (Gifted from his auntie Nahida) He puts you soon on his lap, making you slightly flinch in surprise, but it didn’t take long for you as well to relax into his touch so oddly…. The male’s warmth.. Was something you always wanted… So warm…

Scaramouche however was so busy and panicked by your appearance, he started scolding you. “Damnit (Y/N)…! You should be more careful!! What the Hell! You’re fragile as a glass, you shouldn’t be able to even be outside!” He shouts relentlessly, with your mind poorly questioning; how did he know your name. You’ve never seen him before, and somehow, yet, he’s crying…

“Just- just…!” Scaramouche couldn’t help himself, and broke down when he saw how you looked at him. You were so tired it made him feel shattered. He tightly hugs you again after bandaging you up, tightening his hold onto you. He will never let you go. Never again.

“I am… So fucking sorry…”

You blink at the sudden apology… Sorry? What was he sorry for? Was he sorry for finding you? Was he sorry for something else? No… There was another meaning… Because Scaramouche suddenly buried his face into your shoulders.

“I’ll kill them… I’ll kill them all for you… Oh Gods, I shouldn’t have left you… I knew it was a mistake…”

“I’m so sorry…”

Words kept repeating over and over again. You were sure he was just trying to be gentle and empathetic, but you… For some reason, felt your cheeks becoming warm…. So very warm, like it’s really sweet and nice.. It felt incredible…

“… Don’t…” You trailed off, making Scaramouche immediately snap his head up to look at you with wide eyes. “D… Don’t?? Don’t what?! Don’t hug?? I’ll let go, oh of course I am so-” “D..on’t…” You cut him off, making Scaramouche become confused as he… Seemed lost. Oh… Were you trying to continue speaking? Oh you poor doll, he should’ve been quiet and not assume.

“Pl..e…..as…e… Don’t… Apo..lo..giz……e…” Your voice cord was completely broken, and that just caused something to snap inside Scaramouche’s mind… Who could’ve done this to you…? No, because WHO could’ve done this to you? You were loyal, you always did whatever he wanted, and the WORLD HARSHLY PUNISHED YOU. It betrayed you. Humanity betrayed you.

There was no single sanity in Scaramouche’s mind. He has completely lost it all. “… Oh.. (Y/N)…” He looked so terrified for a moment, before his face darkened, and looked completely unhinged in front of you. He kept holding you, so he never really hated you at all… Instead, he began burying his face onto your shoulder again… A hand trailing across your back as his eyes glowed.

“You’ll never go outside again… I promise you that…”

Warning to those who follow me📝 I do short hcs when it’s a request, sorry it isn’t long enough

[asclexe]

haii….intro post…..about me……

*flash/blink warning 4 the blinkies!

haiiii :3 i go bye cameron which is very nicknameable so have fun with that. also call me whatever 🔥🔥

gender-wise i’m a trans agender/nonbinary freak albeit masc leaning thing, i prefer they/them and he/him pronouns but i dont mind if u use it/its! feel free to use either!! 😛im like a boy and a bug/cat at the same time..

aromantic asexual aplatonic lesbian faggot thing. i think girls r pretty 😍

minor!!!!!!!!! im ageless online 4 my safety so B cool :3

star sign leo, personality type intj, white boy :\, i live in america so expect yeehaws and occasional politics, and im an atheist :3 also left-handed (i never shut up about this)! probably not neurotypical but i haven’t been diagnosed with anything yet. i might be depressed but im in school so idrc about that rn.

interest wise, im pathetically multifandom and i reblog a lot of house md because that’s my fyp, but i also enjoy doctor who (only on s5 lol), good omens (FUCK NEIL GAIMAN FUCK HIM FUCK HIM), warrior cats (on arc 5 and no intention of reading more), dungeon meshi, six feet under (s1 still lol), yellowjackets, fnaf, thg, a series of unfortunate events, doogie howser md, moral orel (s2) and soso many many more.. (i watch a lot of shows. i’m watching hannibal next!) digesting the saw franchise atm

for uhh music i listen to mainly tally hall/miracle musical, will wood, lemon demon, weezer, the smashing pumpkins, queen, destroy boys, chappell roan, dazey n the scouts, mitski, slipknot n mindless self indulgence n ayesha erotica n deftones n nickel creek (MONA!1!1!1!!!) + wayy more i love music

im also a theater kid! beware.

i enjoy mundane shit like writing, drawing, cooking, baking, reading and listening to music and watching tv and then carpe diem crap like kleptomania, theater, staying up past my bedtime, hiking/outdoors shit, being alone, doing crazy shit and having fun and

i run @ask-the-ducklings and @ppth-obgyn-dept-head-real for my house md oc and i’m 1/2 of @meanwhile-on-the-road :3

ughh sum things you should know be4 you follow or follow/unfollow or moot/unmoot me/boundaries

i am a very morbid (i think abt death literally all the time. lol), negative, cynical person and i always have been and i will not absorb those positive vibes. im a hater. im also opinionated like everyone else and im obviously going to have bad takes. B nice. sometimes the fun and joyous whimsy comes out.

i use a lot of profanity and i say the ONE. one slur i can reclaim.

i will not go to therapy or get help. i’ve been in therapy and it does not help me and i do not like it. i do not want help. i’m fine. please do not tell me “go to therapy u need it” because i do not need it

i say “im going to kill myself” a lot and these are all fruitless, meaningless statements. i am not committing suicide yet, and when i do, you’ll have long forgotten me. hopefully.

pls tell me via ask box, dm etc if i say something offensive or wrong or are overcrossing your boundaries, im sorry, im bound to make mistakes or misjudge a post.

i do not tag my reblogs with the media or characters, only little comments. i also do not spoiler tag my posts. i try to trigger tag things when i can but if you want something trigger tagged pls lmk!!

i do not have a dni, because the block button (which i use pretty often ill be honest) is easier, so instead i’d say go away bigots and zionists and pedos/zoos because your fucking lame and nsfw/kink blogs and most people over 21 (unless im comfortable with it) because i’m a minor.

despite all of this, i am very friendly and will probably want to talk to you!! i luv my mutuals!

i use #asclexeposting for all original posts + more

trying to figure out my ao3 situation but im on pinterest and discord under assclexe if you wanna hmu (B cool) and roblox as asclexe and my airbuds

old man doctor yaoi summer

house md oc

old intro

and all my other awesome mewtuals of which i have too many to tag but i love you all!!

blinkies made in the blinkie cafe

the rest is assorted, most from pinterest?

[gamercats-fight]

Mae Borowski from Night in the Woods vs Morgana from Person 5. Vote for your fav!!

Need help picking? Check down here!

Mae Borowski - Infinite Fall - 2017 - Anthropomorphic black cat:

-Has a bat and has taken down a cult.

-Debatable whether or not they’re *actually* a cat or if they’re just *represented* by a cat. Even if she is actually a cat i’m not sure if anthropomorphic cats would be allowed in this ruleset. This isn’t propaganda really i just genuinely don’t know if she would be allowed in this

-#pls vote mae she is The cat of all time#shes a college dropout she stopped a cult she saw a disembodied arm and poked it with a stick she hates cops she does knife fights for fun

Morgana - P-Studio - 2016 - Anthropomorphic tuxedo cat:

-If we’re including his abilities in Mementos/Palaces then he has a clear advantage of being able to use his persona to cast spells as well as fight. He also uses a curved sword and a slingshot. If hurt he also has healing spells. His appearance in this form is mascot-esque, but don’t let his big head fool you—he’s quite agile. Having a persona at all grants the wielder extreme abilities. Fast enough to dodge lightning, take incredible damage and even able to fight against gods. This strength is only granted in places they can summon their persona, i.e. not the real world.

Even in his cat form while in the real world, he is extremely dexterous: able to pick locks. He’s also taken a kick from a guy and having a metal briefcase land directly on his head following a bit of a fall. Not altogether impressive but still something for a cat to endure. He’s also smarter than the average cat, giving him a nice advantage.

He does eventually become human in Persona 5 Royal, but is just a cat at the end of the original game.

-He can turn into a car and run over any competition. He’s a master thief and fought god once. Also he has a slingshot.

-1: THIS CAT IS A HEALER! He gets the best healing spell in the entire game and when I got it on him, I don't think he ever left my party

2: THIS CAT CARES ABOUT YOUR HEALTH AND WELL BEING! It's become a meme at this point, but Mona wants you to go to sleep >:(

(P5 Spoilers Beyond this Point)

3: THIS CAT IS THE COLLECTIVE HOPE OF HUMMANITY! It's explained late game, but Morgana was created through the last scraps of humanities hope against the false god that the party eventually fights

4: THIS CAT EXPOSED A MURDERER! Its not important but the scene IS funny so I feel obligated to mention it.

THIS CAT IS YOUR BUDDY AND I LOVE HIM AND WILL DEFEND HIM WITH MY DYING BREATH!!!!

-Everyone hates him for the stupid “go to sleep” mechanic + some of his issues with another character but he’s such a good boy i love him so much. he’s always with you, helping you out and supporting you! plus he’s so little brother coded oh my god. baby. baby boy. spoilers for p5: also he’s literally the manifestation of hope like guys. hope is a cat. hope is stored in the cat.

[starwarsgay]

Ok so glass onion right????

Crazy good, crazy detailed, and just generally gorgeous??? Like the costume design, the set design, the acting, the everything. Aside from the amazing plot twist(s), Janelle Monáe, and the social commentary absolutely going for elon musk and to a lesser extent joe rogan’s throats, the attention to detail is just *chefs kiss*

The main thing I loved specifically though was the attention to detail about the mona lisa- for the record a highly overrated painting that at this point is just famous for being famous but I digress. So the mona lisa is painted on a wood panel which is a special kind of hell for conservation, which is already hard enough because the mona lisa has been stored in less than ideal conditions with some weird over-cleaning and lacquers and stuff(i am by no means an expert) but the main point is, the actual mona lisa is a lot darker/duller in person because of this. In the movie however, it’s noticeably lighter and more vibrant. Now, this alone isn’t really enough to say omg the louvre lent him a fake, BUT ~spoilers~ as it burns at the end you can clearly see the *canvas* not wood, *canvas* and cracking and peeling and you can see the burned wood underneath. So… the louvre didn’t even trust this man child with the real mona lisa. They gave him a nice print and said yeah, that’s good enough. Anyways if you stuck through this without having watched glass onion first pls watch it, it’s amazing

[sungbeam]

i am stabbing riize anon, mona! sorry i do not know u haha. i had to ask that question for my friend who was … too shy… to ask… even in anon, because we really love ur works and the lack of riize fics are just 💔💔💔

anyways, i’m really loving your night terrors series rn, beam! it’s such a breath of fresh air (especially for me since im typically not one to read fantasy x readers that are less focused on romance haha, but urs was just too good not read). it also brought me back to me days as a deobi, since jichang was also one of my biases (=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ im obsessed with demon!changmin and y/n’s dynamic, and the overall tension between them during their hectic journey 😵‍💫 not to mention the little ways they care for each other without flat out saying it—its just too good! from the start of their coincidental meetups to their sudden alliance. also so so in love with the .. world building? or is it more like lore building? regardless, it’s evident that a lot of thought was put into it, which just shows how much you treasured this series while writing it, and it’s so nice to see that for an author!!!

tldr: i love ur writing plz dont die

stabbing riize anon (but also not anon) welcome!!! haha

noo pls don't be shy, i promise im really not scary, just super silly 🤸‍♂️ but thank u sm for reading my works i really appreciate it !! :')) and im glad to hear u and ur friend liked the sungchan fic too <33

i really have had a conversation abt maybe writing for riize but i'd need to,, think abt it some more haha 😅😅 sohee /is/ really cute..... but i always hate hearing when there's a lack of fics for a certain groups, it always makes me so sad 😭💔

omg wait ur hangup119 right?? thank u sm for reading night terrors :')))))) im super stoked that u did, and i'll def be going thru those reblog tags soon ^^ i also don't really read a lot of fantasy x reader aus that aren't super romance centered, so i totally understand where ur coming from!! and a MUCH bigger thank you from me for giving it a chance 😭 RAAAAH U WERE A DEOBI???? WHO WERE UR OTHER BIASES??? can i convince u to come back to deobiland.................. haha jk.... unless.....

ahh yes i really did treasure it 😭 i think this fic in particular hit so many marks for me, creatively esp :'))) thank u!! world building AND lore building i feel can be pretty hit or miss so yay!!

(the pls don't die im crying)

[fictionkinfessions]

[《 Fandom(s) this post is about : «“Persona ５”» (kinda I guess?) ｜ «“General”» 》]

[ Type of post : motivational message..?? + reply at the end ]

❂——✧——✧——✧——✧——✧——❂

♤ – « “Yahoo!! Amamiya Ren / Kurusu Akira here to give a little message for EVERYONE!!” »

✪ – « “If you feel as though you shouldn't talk to other people from your source due to feelings of shame, guilt, or anything like that, try to think what you would think about someone from your source coming up to you to talk!” »

✸ – « “Would you feel neutral about it? Would you not mind? Would you be ecstatic? If it's anything like this, then why wouldn't other people think about YOU coming up to THEM that way aswell??” »

々– « “Worry not, I'm sure that even if you did awful stuff in source, they'll appreciate something coming from you. Although.. if this is true.. maybe like.. a little apology for everything could be nice before anything? I think that might be a good headstart, and after that, that's WHEN you try to talk to them if they're okay with it!” »

❀ – « “That being said.. pls don't be sad if they do NOT want anything to do with you, people have boundaries, and that's okay, I'm sure you wouldn't really want certain people from your source trying to talk to you after everything they did to you or other people, even with a much needed apology, so don't feel sad if that's the case, some people WILL l want to talk to you, others simply won't.” »

♧ – « “That's something you will (very sadly) need to accept if what you're afraid of is not being accepted or loved by all.” »

❅ – « “I heard a saying once, ‘even if you were the best strawberry of all, there will still be people that dislike them’. Moral of the story? It's fine if some people don't like you nor want you around, you're still the bestest strawberry of them all!!11!1!1” »

✧ – « “So don't think ‘oh, but what if they hate me ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡’, instead, do your best to keep your head straight and look ahead until it's the ONLY (maybe not exactly like that but have healthy optimism) thing you'll be able to do!! (oh, but remember to sometimes look behind, too, you don't want to entirely forget that part 😕)” »

✮ – « “sin miedo al exito amikos!! (Translation from Spanish to English: do not fear success, friends!!)” »

❂ – « “And hey, if you're still afraid of talking to others even after trying your best? That's fine, do things at your own pace, don't get out of your comfort zone entirely if you don't feel ready, and don't be too harsh on yourself if you can't!!” »

♡ – « “Lots of love, from — #❂🥞🐈‍⬛✮ !!” »

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[ Side notes : ]

(《 ✮«“Ren Amamiya”» ✮ ｜❂ « Akira Kurusu » ❂｜♤ «“Joker”» fictive + fictionkin♧》)

(I have cursed myself with decorations :3)

(hits everyone who is reading this with a super strong «“love yourself”» spell!!)

(if I was somebody else reading this I'd mentally cry ngl)

( Psst psst.. to the Akechi that made that post saying they felt like a coward due to not talking to sourcemates.. [ a.k.a the one that made this post :

https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/758442583462658048/i-feel-as-if-im-a-coward-for-not-allowing-myself?source=share ] )

(You are NOT a coward for not doing so!! It's fine to feel this way, but please don't believe everyone on sight will hate you just for existing, because I don't, and I believe that there's MANYYY people out there apart from me that would LOVE to speak with you!! Take care, XOXO!!!!)

[ Post number : 9 ]

(DID I FORGET TO NUMBER THE LAST POST?? the one about Sumi.. oh GOD.. if it's not the custom tag it's something else 💔)

(I ALMOST FORGOT TO PUT MY NAME IN??? 😭)

(Morgana.. mona mona.. where r you.. I'm recognizing I forget everything without you..)

(sorry for complaining in the side notes I WILL do it again actually)

x

[deus-ex-mona]

such is the tale of a ✨chronically online hypocrite✨

[heeliopheelia]

Hey there! Um this is gonna be sort of weird. But I'm Mona's gf! Whadup.

So Mona is very drunk right now. I accidentally gave her a whole bottle of whiskey and now she's trying to dance to drunk dazed (she hit her head but she's fine). And she keeps telling me to send an ask to you? Specifically she said "Baby baby baby send a message to Carly. I need her to know how much I love her". So here is the ask! She's threatening to not buy me boba anymore if I don't send this ask. I mean I can buy my own boba but she's too adorable right now and I CANNOT resist this. So yeah here you go Ms.Carly!

(oh and she keeps mumbling something about Mr Darcy from Pride and Prejudice being a daddy or something? I am very concerned but i think she'll be fine in the morning. Just gonna go and comfort her now because her dumbass is crying about me)

A WHOLE BOTTLE OF WHISKEY IS WILD 😭 But hiiii there!! How r u, I've heard so many nice things about you so I'm absolutely convinced that you're an absolute sweetheart 🫶

This is actually so cute 🥺💕 I'm glad that me and my goofy smau are on Mona's mind even when she's drunk PLS 😭 AND I LUV U TOO 🩷🩷 I just know that the hangover must be crazy rn so TAKE CARE BABE!!

[nostalgia-tblr]

five four comfort characters, five tags

I got tagged by @aurorawest to whom I apologise for my failures here <3

Doctor Who - all of them even the slightly naff ones i don't care i love them so muchhhh

Max Klinger - no but see it says "comfort character" and while some others might appeal to me more in other ways Klinger is clearly the kindest and most comforting M*A*S*H character, if you felt a bit below the weather he'd bring you soft furnishings and baklava. (idk how he'd get hold of those but he'd manage it somehow.)

Romana from Dr Who - she's very Comfort Who, it's always nice to watch her complain that the Mona Lisa has no eyebrows.

I find Ben Sisko very comforting too, even when he's angsting. He has a happy loving family and he can cook and okay he lied and he cheated and he bribed men to cover the crimes of other men but there's something weirdly comforting about that too.

I've been trying to think of a 5th for a while now but not doing well on that, party because I like a lot of characters who aren't really all that comforting but also because conversely I can think of too many who are somewhat comforting but probably no more so than whoever I'd think of five minutes later. So you're only getting four, sorry.

As ever I am too chicken to name names and tag people. PLS VOLUNTEER, thanks in advance.

[neonstatic]

my given name and i have an interesting relationship. well, first off, i don't like. i dislike it, even. there's no doubt abt that. i've disliked it long before i understood i was nonbinary. it's just not a good name to me. i don't like the way it feels and tastes in my mouth. i don't like how it sounds out of people's mouths. no one has ever managed to say it in a way that makes it sound appealing. it's not a name you can sigh dreamily nor moan erotically. i mean, you can try, but however good you might sound, I'll be too distracted by the name itself. (i think i've learned to speak so delicately bc i've subconsciously wanted to sell my name as best as possible. yes, that is my name, it does kinda suck, but don't i say it so nicely?)

compare this to my sisters' names. they have sweet, feminine names that end in the letter a, and if you put all their names next to each other, you notice a certain motif. they just fit like a bouquet.

i feel like you can tell from my name alone that i'm the last child; they were running out of fkg ideas to follow the motif, so much so that they entirely dropped it! they couldn't even make my name end in an a!

i've never liked my name, always felt a little ashamed when meeting ppl bc i knew i'd have to introduce myself and see the split-second look in their eyes when they process and register (with difficulty) my painfully geriatric yet forgettable name. and it sounds so, so much worse in english.

egg or chicken? i think my name might've made me trans -- no, pls, let me elaborate: my name sounds like a typical old name, but spelled differently and thus pronounced differently, with none of the elegance and not even an a at the end. "oh, ray, why are you so obsessed w the a at the end?" bc i grew up surrounded by girls with pretty names that ends in a! and i was a little "girl" w an unpretty name that did not end in a! i legit had a complex abt that jabfjab everyone is aisha and christina and sarah and mona and then you got this mf whose name reminds you of a four-eyed mole in a tutu.

(in middle school, we had to write a story, and i named my protagonist, a 12yo girl, wayne. "that's not a girl's name," my teacher told me. "yes, it is." i said. and that was that.)

(i named that little girl after my favourite rapper at the time... y'all figure it out ✌🏾)

i've wanted to change my name long before i understood my gender. i had the spare thought that one day, maybe, i'd grow into it. i didn't like having and showing tits until literally two years ago. i think the chest tat helped. (frankly, most days i still don't. moving boobily is humiliating esp when you're a fast walker.) i've yet to grow into my given name. don't think i ever will. i rly dislike it. i'm no longer used to it either. i've changed my name at work and made so many new friends who know me as ray, and even my closest friends call me ray most of the time (or juno if they feel a lil frisky). and now i feel good introducing myself.

not only that, but i also experience ppl having fun w my name! nothing big, rly, but i do not have enough fingers to count the amount of ppl who make analogies abt the sun, the stars, or light in general. it's mostly silliness, i know, but i can't help feeling like others see that my name makes sense for me too. ray is a name that fits me. and i love it! yes, everyone does the "ray of sunshine" thing but it never gets old! never, do you hear me?! it's the best thing in the world to me!!!

(still, there are two things i like abt my given name... first, it's a callback to my parents' names. my dad also has a very interesting name but i'd rather have his than mine. another name better exprienced in french. second, my mom and i share a nickname. i found out when i was a teen and a relative called out my family nickname (or, well, one of two), only for my mom to respond. i love love love nicknames, bc that is what made me discover my chosen name. and i love that my mom and i share a nickname. it feels sentimental to me. idk how to explain it. i esp love when we use it for each other in casual. it's fun and lovely.)

[strhwaberries]

okay, i just want to briefly talk about the wayv fanmeeting so if you’re curious pls read but just know that i’m highly emotional and these are my own feelings and maybe it’s not going to be a super accurate account at all

so first what i want to say is that when they arrived on stage we noticed kun was sitting on a chair while the other four were performing, idk if that was the case in london as i haven’t seen any videos but just to say that yet again, an idol is physically unwell after a very long tour, and ofc he apologized to us and we told him not to, and he was like “i’m feeling better already so maybe i’ll dance a little tonight” and we were all like nooooooo pls rest, also i have to say this in passing but he looks better for real ?? like how ?? kun pls calm down, i know you used to be my bias but don’t come for me like that

anyway. ten. let’s talk about ten. another man i used to bias. coming for me again too. well well well. obviously the man loves his cats so he travels with cute pictures of them, how can i not fall for that, it’s just impossible. he showed us pics of his previous trips to paris where he had shorter hair and he was like “oh should i cut my hair” and everybody screamed nooooooo and surely that would be a crime, he looks extremely good with longer hair, why is that dude so attractive, also why is he so goddamn cute with cat ears when he asked us what was the french word for nyan and we said miaou and he said it and oooohhhh goodbye my heart, also all his interactions with yangyang are so cute it’s like two brothers, and when yangyang said they didn’t need to go see the mona lisa bc they had ten, why are these men so adorable, i love love love them so much, but i was supposed to talk about ten and now i digress bc i’m thinking of yy

my baby. idk, i don’t have the words, but he said “bonjour je m’appelle yangyang” and i was gone, i ascended and i’m still high up there, i can’t help it how my eyes will always seek him and how i’m always transfixed by his presence on stage, like yes i’m aware there’s ten and kun and even xiaojun but YANGYANG, i only want to look at yangyang when he’s dancing

oh bc yes i forgot to say, i had a seat way up high but right in front of the stage so i had a really good view - unlike at the atz concert where i couldn’t see a thing - so ig maybe that’s why i’m super happy, it’s really nice to actually see the choreos - and yes i typed whoreos and then corrected myself but my god they did love talk and nectar so what am i supposed to say, i love when men are sexy on stage, i love when they’re cute also, kpop is bad for the heart but it also makes me so happy, i hope they know they saved me, like literally, even my mom said i sounded good on the phone today, i wish i could have told them but maybe i’ll do that another time, they promised they would come back for a real concert and i know they always promise that but i hope this time it’s true, i know they want to come back to europe, esp yangyang he looked super emotional when he talked about how he used to live in germany, i bet he was super disappointed they didn’t stop there

i’m talking too much so i’ll just finish with this, they sound amazing live, they’re super fun and endearing, apparently hendery has a lot of french fans, like the venue literally went crazy every time he did or said something, and ten bought macarons and coffee and a lovely antique mirror and wine and cheese and yeah if yangyang wasn’t up there ten would be my man but it is what it is, honestly the dude knows what’s good about life, i’ll just stop there but i’m going to cherish this moment for a very very long time - and i almost didn’t go bc i was feeling so depressed but i’m glad i did even tho i was stuck in traffic jams coming and going and there were thunderstorms on the highway, it was totally worth it

[flosalatus]

SHIPPING INFO //ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG.

tagged: stole from @skytired tagging: @hxvemxnd @knaivcs(and ur other blogs), @wolfcross @crucifixedsin @halcyon--mind @millionsnife (and ur side blogs) and whoever finds this

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

Vashwood. More Vashwood-jk VashMeryl is good, v cute Mashwood is a big ot3 too

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

I mean Vash is canonically over 150 so like-

No but for general ships and/or like...a normal modern au lense, maybe 10 years max given both parties are at least 20 or over

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?

I think anything like....explicit? Making out and getting handsy is more like 'sugestive content' and toeing the line but tipping it into Actual Sex and/or explicit wording is when I'd start to slap on readmores and be more strict on tagging. But my sin tag is pretty catch all

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

Yeeees and no? I'm an easy person to ship with, chances are I've already considered it. As long as it's not something I *don't* ship I'll be down for it probbaly.

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

Kelpy opened my third eye to VashMilly as a ship, but otherwise I think it's like....bro just offer me a ship and I'll probbaly do it.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

Another yes and no situation. Would I like explicit confirmation you wanna ship? Yes pls

Will I also accept shippy/hinted interactions as permission? Yeah probbaly

I will bite at the slightest lure-

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

Yeah I'll admit im I little ship obsessed, I love it, because I see ships as an opertinity for so many dynamics. These two characters are together? Lets put them through All The Situations to see if that bond can last, if it will strengthen or fray

I also like shipping the same ships with diferent muns because theres almost ALWAYS a diferent dynamic, i am agressivly multiship

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

Vashwood is kind of an eternal default for me. Bring me vashwood and i will sell you my soul. But ive also attached hard to @halcyon--mind and mona as a ship bc shes just

a really good oc and a really nice, friendly mun and they gave me brainrot with a mermaid au

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

Just ask me, or send me shippy memes, it's very unlikely I will say no