#this audio is tired now pls

[butterballbuttnakey]

He's a videographer

[idreamofneonsheep]

This took like two hours and I have perished

Was most of that time my own incompetence? Yea

But now I ✨️know✨️

Also this does have audio but I think it's pretty loud so be warned

Pov u pull a hoppip out of ur garden

[graysnetwork]

So I kinda gave up on running my story through Grammarly, so please bare with me here.

Also, I found the audio and listened to it as I wrote this to see how I would write the story, this is also my first time completely writing smut so pls don't be rude or I will delete 🙈

I will take yalls constructive criticism, so thanks ☺️

LEON KENNEDY x READER (smut..)

Read warnings pls

Info: when I check who posted the audio I will give them credits cuz they are the one who introduced me to... Audios I think

Edit: FOUND IT — I found it meiiioo’s acc (yes on tumblr)

Warnings: afab!reader, consensual‼️, pet names, spanking, praise, fingering, mating press, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, baby talk, creampie.

Summary— reader lost a bet and has to wear a bunny suit for the rest of the weekend, now their friend and roommate are sitting in his room getting ready to watch a show, but Leon is very annoying with all his teasing.

You were coming out of your room as Leon walked through the door, you hadn’t seen him this morning which you were grateful for.

“Hey I was gonna order takeout for dinner, do you-“ he was cut off by the sight of you, in a bunny costume “w-what in the world are you wearing?” He asks with a chuckle, this was odd to say the least; for the both of you. “A bunny costume” you say bluntly, it was embarrassing, and you were just hoping he wouldn’t make too much fun of you.

“I see that it’s a bunny costume, but, why?” He asks as he looks you up and down repeatedly, “I lost a bet with my friends” you admit, “no fucking way, since when do you take bets? Last time I checked, you pussied out of anything that needed any ounce of courage” he said and you pushed him.

“I’m just saying the truth, but, how long are you gonna have to wear it?” He asks, he was your roommate and your friend after all, so he was gonna be the one who would have to see you during this.

“The rest of the weekend..” you admit, situating the headband for what felt like the fifteenth time, “the rest of the weekend?” He almost didn’t believe you, he began laughing at you.

Making fun of you and asking if you’d like him to be your magician, you hit him again, lightly. He stopped the joke.

“Why don’t you just, not wear it? It’s not like your friends are gonna know” he suggests, “I pinky promised though” you tell him, he chuckles, “Why am I not surprised that you still do that?” He asks as he chuckles again.

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“You can’t expect me to stop making fun of you” he says as the two of you lay on his bed, ready to watch a show, “stop it with the teasing Leon” you tell him, it was already beginning to annoy you.

“Or what? Your the least intimidating person in the entire apartment complex” he chuckles “It’s not like you could do anything about it” he says as he laughed a little more.

You kicked him a bit hard and he groaned but continued the teasing.

“Okay stop that, im serious” he said before you kicked him again and he got tired of it and grabbed you, and pinned you down, “you just had to be a fucking brat huh?” He asks you “what are you gonna do?” You ask as he keeps you pinned to the bed.

“I dunno bunny, what should I do?” He asks, a smirk appears on his face, you could feel his pants and how a bulge was beginning to appear in them and with how close he was, the bulge was right near your clit. You could feel it, and if you were being honest it didn't feel bad, you didn’t even think about it until he brought it up— “Why're you moving your hips like that bunny?” He asked.

His voice now sounded airy, and it took all of him to stop himself from moaning at your movements.

He flipped you over onto your stomach and laid you over his thighs, “never met a bunny, that is a brat” he said, dragging his hands down to your ass, “I know you want this bunny, tell me your okay with this..” he said, he waited for your answer.

You nodded and hummed a “mhm” for him, which made him happy, to hear you admit you wanted him.

“Listen, you just tell me when to stop..” he said trailing off and rubbing your ass more now.

“mmm’your ass, with this cute cotton tail, just looks so good” he said, “it’s fucking perfect..” he said, as his hand left your ass before he smacked it.

“Oh? Wasn’t expecting that huh bunny?” He asks almost in a mocking tone. “It’s what a brat like you deserves, no?” He asks as he smacks you ass again.

Your whimpers only made him like this more.

“how many..” you ask as you fix the headband again, “how many? However many I want bunny, plus your making such” he spanks you again, almost harder than the last one “pretty noises” he finishes as you whimper again.

He laughs at the sight of you, before rubbing your ass again, “oh bunny, look at how red your ass is..” he cooed as he kneaded it. “Your so beautiful huh?” He said, the change from his actions and praise could make you dizzy.

“My pretty bunny, yeah” he said before spanking you again, it caught you off guard, “your mine, y’not gonna let anyone else do this to you right?” He asked and nodded with a simple “yeah”

“Good bunny” he rubbed your ass, almost like a reward, before smacking you again, it seemed like a rhythm now. “My good, pretty bunny” with ever word he said aloud he smacked your ass each time, before kneading it.

“c’mere, it’s okay baby” he said, allowing you to get up and straddle him, which you did, almost out of fear he’d surprise you with another slap to your butt.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded, “yeah, I’m okay” you said as his hands returned to your ass and he nodded before kissing you. “mm’ffuck you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that” he admitted as he pulled away from your lips.

“you’ve been wanting this?” You asked quietly, and he nodded as he kissed your neck, “been wanting this since the moment I saw you” he said returning his lips to your neck. If you were being honest, Leon was handsome, and you’d been wanting to make a move on him, so maybe this bunny costume wasn’t so bad.

“Don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before baby” he admits as he kisses your collar bone, you shiver at the way his lips feel on your skin, the way he places wet kisses there.

“keep making those pretty noises” he says as he kisses the other side of your neck. “look at the way your nipples look against this fabric hon” he said staring at your chest. “just begging for my attention huh? I’ll give it to you” he says he tugs a bit at them.

You let out a whimper “sensitive huh?” He asks.

How could you forget?

It’s ovulation week.

Leon pulls you out of your thoughts when he tugs at your bunny suit. “This is a one piece, no?” He asks knowingly, sliding your arms out. “just perfect to give me access to everything..” he says, pulling the suit down your body.

Revealing everything to him, your chest, to your genitals, it felt very exposing, but at the same time you liked the way Leon stared at your body in awe.

He moved his fingers down to your pussy, and rubbed his thumb over your clit, “so wet, I’m only rubbing your clit baby..” he teased you as he leaned into kiss you again while rubbing more.

“Can I slide my finger in bunny?” He asked, he stared at you intently before you nodded, he slid his finger in as he kissed you again, he pulled away slightly after kissing you “mmm’fuck your so fuckin hot..” he admitted as he kissed you again, his breathing quickened as well with every movement of his fingers sliding in and out.

“You want two?” he asks, before you could give him a yes he slid his middle finger in as well, a quiet whimper escaped your lips once again. “Love the way your movin your hips baby” he mumbled against you.

“want more, we both do” he said and curled his fingers, moving quicker, “m’your so good, your a good bunny” he mumbled before kissing you again.

“mmmhm” he hummed as he stared your pussy. “yeah come all over my fingers, squirmy bunny..” he said as he felt you clench all around his fingers. “bet y’taste delicious” he said as he lowered himself to your cunt.

“can I taste you princess? I bet you wanna be cleaned, right?” He asked for permission, before you nodded “mkay” you muttered and he looked at you, staring into your eyes as he connected his lips to your pussy, lapping at it, sliding his tongue over the slit and sucking on your clit.

“mm’bunny, you want a pillow?” He asked nicely against your pussy, it was a contrast to what he was doing, sucking at your clit with all he could, you let out a quiet moan, and he pulled away from your pussy, you let out a dissatisfied noise before he lifted your head up gently and placed a pillow below you.

It was easy to forget how nice he was, especially with he was treating you and.. your ass. But the gentleness from his hands made you feel comforted.

“I want you now bunny… you see how hard I am?” He said unzipping his pants and pulling both his pants and boxers down to let his cock be visible to you. You could see the precum smeared on his boxers.

You almost didn’t notice him lower back to your pussy until he said— “yeah put your legs over my shoulders, I’ll make you feel good, y’trust me bunny?” He asked licking at your clit again.

You nod and mutter a “yeah, I trust you”

“Good, now can I get inside this perfect cunt?” He asked you as you nodded, “good girl, bunny” he said as he slid his cock in.

He gave you a minute to adjust to his size, and used that time to give you a few hickeys on your collarbone and neck.

He moved very slightly and heard you quietly ask if he could move now, he nodded for you and moaned as he started moving. “mm’ffuck bunny, you feel so good” he said as his skin slapped against you.

“Your so warm around me” he said kissing you “just take it” he put more weight on you to fuck deeper into you, “yeah take it bunny, that’s my sweet bunny, sweet n’sexy bunny” he said.

“Too much for you? too deep for my bunny to handle?” He asked, even if you said yes he probably wouldn’t have stopped, only if you asked him too, he could tell you enjoyed this, maybe even a bit more than him.

“You still okay baby?” He asked as he went quicker and harder into you “y-yeah” was all you could get out before he kissed you again. “Fuck that’s it, yeah..” he trailed off as he slammed harder, if that was even possible.

“My perfect bunny” he said, “y’close? Yeah?” He asked as you nodded at his first question, “me too, m’gonna come with you, yeah” he said kissing your cheek.

“That’s it, shit, if you keep squeezing me like that, I’ll come” “mm’ffuck” he started getting a little lost in it two, as he began whimpering and trying to go quicker for you to reach your high.

“You want me to come in you bunny?” He asked, “yeah you’d like the idea of having some kids with me after I fill you up, huh?” He asked again as he was on the verge of coming. “I’d love to fuck some bunnies in you” he muttered, you almost didn’t hear him.

He reaches down and starts playing with our clit, “yeah you love that baby, you should see your face” he says rubbing only a little bit faster, “want you to come with me” he said.

“fuck” he said softly as he came along with you, and kissed you gently, his movement didn’t stop he continued sliding his cock as deep as he could in you but he was slower now, more gentle almost.

He gave you a second to rest before he slid out of you slowly, making sure you’d feel all of him.

He groaned quietly at the sight of you, “it’s leaking out of you bunny” he said as he stared at your guy’s cum mixed together, “you look so… sexy” he said “wanna get a taste of what we’re like, together” he said as he lowered himself down to your cunt again.

“m’no, too sensitive right, right now” you mumbled as you pulled softly at his hair. He chuckled quietly at your attempts to pull his face away from your cunt.

“Your too sensitive? I know baby, I know” he cooed “you can come for me again bunny, you have one more left for me, no?” He asked with a soft tone, hoping it would help his chances.

You decided to nod, you wanted it, you’d wanted him for a while now so why would you turn down his offer down.

He lapped at your pussy, sucking at your clit and even kissing it at some point, it was all so much and you came faster than the last two times. Maybe it was because you were sensitive, or it could possibly be because he was the first guy in your life to be so good at eating pussy.

He pulled away and laid down next to you while pulling you to lay on your side to look at him.

“been wanting to do that for so long” he admitted and placed another kiss on your cheek, “me, me too” you said relaxing, and snuggling up closer to him for more warmth.

“Really, I guess you should’ve worn a bunny costume sooner huh?” He said chuckling, “maybe” you simply said as you smiled at him. “Hm, I think we should clean up” he suggested and you nodded, “we should talk about, us” he said.

Right, now that you’ve had sex with your roommate and long-ish time crush, you should establish what you two were now. “C’mon bunny, I’ll clean you up, I’m sure a shower together would be nice right?” He said, as he picked you up by the back of your thighs.

“Yeah, a shower does sound good” you said wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulder.

“and, since my bed is a mess how about I sleep with you tonight, wouldn’t want you to get cold” he said as he carried you into the bathroom. “Yeah” you said.

“you didn’t actually mean what you said right? That you liked the idea of fucking me to have kids, or as you said bunnies” you asked, “ah, uh, well I don’t hate the idea of having some bunnies with you, don’t get me wrong you’d look, great, pregnant” he chuckled “but only if you want them too, I’ll stuff you full of my cum as much as want and need” he said in a reassuring way.

“I don’t know if, having kids in university is the best idea, but I’m not opposed to having your babies” you said, it caught him by surprise, he had to take a quick moment to collect his thoughts.

“Yeah, but, you would look hot pregnant”

—

The end 😊 (happy ever after idk)

[imrllytootiredforthis]

you know i listened to some nsfw audio like a month ago?... ig🤷🏻‍♀️and it was a puppy boy speaker trying the tail plug and the leash on for the first time😭he was eating the listener out in the end😭pls not only was it adorably cute like😭but also the voice of that guy sounded like jake's or i'm being too delusional at this point idk now🙂🙂

anyway this idea has been living in my mind since that day and oh god...it's def not making my life easier like...at all💀💀the man is just a dumb doggy personified idc,,,, the things i wanna do to him 🤯(i literally have no idea why i'm sending this but.. thought you'd find it interesting ^^)

...do you perhaps still have this audio??🙂🙂

he's pretty puppy. he's filthy mutt. he's dumb doggy. he's bitch in heat. all of which he'd probably 100% moan at being called😫

i'm just imagining finding out that he into it for the first time though, whether it's some kind of porn on his computer that he sucks at hiding or a pair of fluffy puppy ears hidden in his closet-the exact shade of his hair

you don't tell him you know right away though, instead you take this perfect chance-still slightly upset that he didn't tell you himself-to tease him😫😏

one morning waking up early in bed next to him, his body curled into yours, legs wrapped around your hips. clinging onto you like his life depends of it.

you lay there like this for awhile, watching him as he sleeps for a bit longer, small snores coming from it that make it all the more adorable.

you can hardly help but lightly drag a finger over his face, his cheekbones and lips and eyebrows, marvelling how a human being could be so fucking pretty. he's pretty always but especially like this. with dried drool in the corner of his mouth, features soft and a smile playing on the edge of his lips. his face is practically buried in your chest (he claims it's his favourite pillow)

he'd wake up slowly, muttering nonsense and rubbing his head against you. he'd probably reach down to grab your hand and pull it up to put it in his hair, encouraging you to scratch his scalp still half asleep and groggy.

he's so cute you could die.

but then you realize that it's the perfect opportunity.

wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him in closer to you, slotting your mouth into the crevice of his neck, whispering to him.

"good morning~" the smile on his face is still tired, the window across the room annunciating the shine in his eyes when he looks at you. "you look so pretty puppy,"

he'd freeze at that, eyes wide, muscles tense. unsure of what he should do with himself. absolutely malfunctioning on the inside, trying not to squirm against you.

"u-I...thank-thank you?" his voice borders on breathless, his fingers getting tighter against your skin, nails digging in.

"no need to thank me, you're always a pretty puppy," you flip his body over and he lets you, enjoying the subtle manhandling as you perch him on top of you, his legs straddling your thighs, "a pretty puppy just for me, right?"

his boxers feel unbearably tight and his face is as red as a fire hydrant. all he wants...all he wants, well he wants a lot of things but this, this is by far at the top of his list.

he unconsciously begins to grind down against you, his head falling back as he lets out a long moan. "yes, yes, m' your puppy-just your puppy,"

you pull his head back to you by his hair, looking at the glassy sheen in his eyes, the way his nails dig into the palm of his hands, the way that whimpers escape from under his breath giving away just how needy he is.

fingers glide over the smooth expanse of his neck, a touch he welcomes. "good boy. and you know what good boys get?"

he looks almost timid as he replies, "...a reward?"

the smile that blooms across his face makes him feel so good, like he's pleased you some way, like he wants only to please you all the time. "good! now close your eyes for me puppy, want it to be a surprise for you."

he listens as he's told as you reach down into your nightstand, rifling through it's contents before pulling his reward out.

"open."

he opens his eyes to a simply black collar, a gold tag on it shaped like a bone with something engraved onto it.

'my good puppy'

[duchess-kyuupid]

hi there

can you write idia’s reaction to his fem or gn s/o singing “good riddance” from Hades (the video game) pls? this song and idia both live rent free in my head rn lmao

have a nice day 😸

OMG You literally made my day with this ask, darling <333 I love Hades, and the first time I heard Eurydice singing it I was nearly brought to tears ToT Of course, I'll be more than happy to fulfill your request, and I hope that you enjoy!! For anyone who hasn't played Hades or just wants to listen to the song anon is referring to, here it is! (The audio comes out too loud for me, so I'd recommend lowering your volume a touch just in case! When I was testing it, the sound was just blaring into my ears and I don't know how to make it quieter;;)

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~Idia Hears Fem! Reader Singing~

[Tw: Soft angst to comfort] *Don't need to know/play Hades to read*

To say that today has been a bad day for Idia Shroud would be an understatement. It's been one thing after another, each terrible thing piling up on his shoulders heavier than the last. They say that when it rains, it pours- and Idia feels that this statement could not be closer to the truth. He feels exhausted just thinking about how long this day has been, and it's barely even 3 pm! But he's had enough social interaction in all of today to make up for a lifetime of self-isolation. He's tired, his battery has run out- there's no chance that anyone's going to be seeing him leaving his room at least for the next week, and even when he does leave it'll be with his floating tablet.

At last he makes it back to his room, but he's far too tired to do anything but to crawl into his bed and lie there, doing nothing but hope to start feeling better. He doesn't want to see anyone, doesn't want to hear anyone, he just wants some peace and quiet, away from everything that's making him anxious. But apparently he can't even have that, as a sudden knock on his door pulls him away from his sulking. "Big brother, big brother! I have something to show you!" Ortho says excitedly, "I know you'll just love it! Can I come in?"

'I can't have Ortho seeing me like this,' Idia thinks, 'I'm just a useless Housewarden who can't do anything... Ortho doesn't need to see his brother being so cowardly, so utterly worthless that it'd be better if I'd just go back home to the underworld and never see this place again...'

"If you don't wanna open the door, I'll just play it for you from out here!" Ortho exclaims, and suddenly Idia is pulled from his gloomy thoughts when he hears a golden tune ring out from behind the door.

'Farewell, to all the earthly remains,' wait, Idia knows that voice... 'No burdens, No further debts to be paid,' that's the voice of the one person who could make his day even slightly better.

'Atlas, Can rest his weary bones, The weight of the world, All falls away, In time,' That's right, it's you. You're singing. To him.

'Goodbye, To all the plans that we made,' Wait, are you actually outside of the door with Ortho? You're actually here? To see him?

'No contracts, I’m free to do as I may,' Idia heard your voice continue to sing, to ring out beautifully as if your voice was weaving gold through a spindle.

And he couldn't take it any longer. He wanted to hear your singing, not through the door of his room, but right next to him, and he wanted to hold you and have all of his worries from today melt away with you in his arms. He rushes out of his bed and opens the door, his eyes glimmering with hope of seeing you behind it, only for the small smile that was invisibly growing on his face to extinguish when he realizes that Ortho was the only one there.

Ah, and now he feels even worse. His disappointment was so apparent, he didn't even try to hide it when his eyes met Ortho's big, bright, and innocent ones. He felt bad that he was so disappointed that it was his baby brother, because don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores Ortho, it's just-

It's just that today's been really long. He already felt shitty enough. But he should have known that you weren't going to actually be there, after all you were travelling outside of the college for once to see the world of Twisted Wonderland. You had told him before you left that you were going to be gone for a while, which makes him even more miserable, knowing that he won't be able to be with you when he's already so stressed out.

But is it really so bad that he had even a glimmer of hope? The hope that maybe, just maybe, you had decided to come back early and surprise him with a visit?

"There you are, big brother!" Ortho says, unaffected by Idia's visible disappointment in seeing him, "I know that you've been missing miss (Name) a lot recently, so I've got this recording of her singing for you!"

"U-uhm, thank you, Ortho...Where did you even get this recording from?" Idia asks timidly.

"I came across her one day when she was singing on her own in the woods! So I used the recording feature you installed in my programming so that I could show it to you," Ortho states, and even though his mouth was covered, you could basically hear his radiating smile. Idia smiles softly and his eyes soften as he replies,

"Thanks Ortho, would you mind sending me the file? I wanna listen to it through my headphones for a while."

"Of course, big brother! I've already sent it to your phone." Ortho 'smiles' brightly as Idia thanks him and closes the door. And without a second thought, Idia pulls up his phone, finds the recording file and starts to play it through his headphones, drowning out the rests of the world in preference to the sound of your voice.

'No hunger, No sleep except to dream, Mild and warm, Safe from all harm, Calm....' As you sing these lyrics in particular, Idia feels pounds of his anxiety and stress wash off of him in waves. As if your voice itself was a spell, Idia was in a trance. And he feels mild, and warm...He feels safe from all harm...and calm.

'Good riddance, To all the thieves, To all the fools that stifled me, They’ve come and gone, And passed me by, Good riddance, To all...' 'Farewell To all the earthly remains...' 'No burdens No further debts to be paid,'

'Atlas, Can rest his weary bones, The weight of the world, All falls away, In time...' And by the time your lovely song is over, he's already manually repeating the recording. It looked like there was probably an extra two or three minutes of empty sound at the end of the recording, and Idia wanted- no, needed to hear your voice right now, he didn't want to wait like 3 minutes before the song automatically looped, after all he could have listened to your whole song again in that timeframe!

It came to no surprise to him that he accidentally fell asleep listening to you sing. Again, it's been a really, really, long day, and just,, being able to listen to you like this was just what he needed to begin to relax and calm down.

What did come to him as a surprise though, was when he woke up early the next morning and your song was still playing through his headphones. And he felt good, he never knew that this is how feeling truly rested feels like. So as he's lounging on his bed, staring at his ceiling as your song continues to ring through his head like silk, and he figures that he'd listen to the rest of your song one last time, and then he'd get up and get something to eat, or perhaps he'd go take a shower or something.

So the song ends, and he's left with the empty sound at the end of the recording. He sighs and stretches out languidly, and then he starts to move to take off the headphones before he's surprised to hear a startled gasp, followed by the sound of you talking.

"Ortho! Geez, you nearly gave me a heart attack there! How long have you been there for?" "Sorry miss (Name)! I heard you singing and I wanted to come and listen!" "My singing? Oh, it's not that good, really." "I disagree! I heard your whole song, your voice is so pretty!" "Why thank you."

Idia hears you chuckle breathlessly. 'Your laugh is beautiful' he thinks.

"Actually miss (Name), do you mind if I keep your song as a recording? I'm sure that big brother would be ecstatic to hear you sing!" "I don't mind. As a matter of fact, I was thinking of him when I was singing it anyway, so it would be nice if you did show it to him. I don't know if I'd be able to sing it in front of him perfectly like that without knowing what his reaction would be.. Oh, but are you going to keep this conversation in?" "Don't worry, I'm not going to!" "Actually, do you think you can leave this in? I wanna leave a message for him, if you don't mind." "Okay, sure thing! I'll make sure that he listens to it."

He hears you walk closer to Ortho, and he's holding his breath as if he wouldn't be able to hear your message if he took even a single breath of air. But what you say, though, knocks the wind right out of him, because he realizes that he's been asleep listening to you talking to his beloved younger brother (and he's so, so happy that you care for Ortho as if he was your own brother too), and that he's been asleep listening to you say these last few words saved for the very end of the recording.

"Idia, I love you."

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LITERALLY this was so cute to write TwT I think this might be my favorite so far.... Eurydice is my comfort character ngl and I spent like this whole morning listening to her sing (even singing along myself to get a feel for what kinds of emotions she's trying to convey) and just generally I had so, so much fun with this prompt. Thank you anon for the request, and I hope that you all enjoyed reading!

[konata-izumi-kinny-writes]

HCs for G1 Bumblebee, Optimus, Starscream, and Arcee with a human s/o who loves singing

(Seperate)

(Author's note: I headcanon that cybertronians are naturally good singers. I don't know why, i really don't lmao)

(Also most of this will be focused on vocaloid as the music genre. Srry lol)

Part 2

Bumblebee

Boi is amazed. Blown away. Stunned.

Can ya blame him tho??

Just frozen in the doorway as he walked in on ya singing

"Sweetspark, you never told me you can sing!"

If you're shy about your voice, don't worry he understands, hes the same.

Small duets, just you and him

If you're not shy about your voice, it inspires him to get over his shyness and yall end up walking the Ark while quietly singing and harmonizing.

Sing Kikuo songs for him, he'll be really surprised when he finds out what the lyrics mean. 🤣

He will question your overall mental health though.

"...wait- thats what that means?? But wha- why is it so catchy- are you okay??!"

Really fun ^^

Of course not every day is sunshine and rainbows, there are times when he comes back extremely sad, tired, or damaged

Just lay him down and sing somethin for him, he'll feel better in a matter of minutes.

You might even put him to sleep

Pls bless this beautiful bot with your voice, it really keeps him going. Especially after a long day.

Optimus Prime

He's impressed to say the least

Turns his audio receptors off and back on, is he hearing this right??

He listens for a while before he says anything.

"My dear spark, what a wondeful voice you have.." he gets closer and takes both your hands into his, then gives you a kiss. "May I hear you again?"

He's so romantic about it aaaaaaaaa

Often times he finds himself humming along to your catchy little melodies

Earth music is fascinating to him, its similar, yet so different

Optimus won't show it but he gets hyped whenever you hit a high note.

He supports you all the way and will never pass up a chance to hear your amazing voice

Starscream

Never though he'd fall in love with a human in the first place but here he is.

Taken aback when he hears you for the first time, no way, a human??? Sounding that amazing?? No way!!!

"...huh.. i wasn't aware humans could sing too.. and dare i say, yours is the best i've ever heard!"

Nobody else gets to hear you, only him.

He keeps you for himself, your now his personal songbird

He loves the little intricate melodies that spill out of you, he just can't help but listen.

Loves Kikuo and Maretu songs. Loves how sad, dark, and negative the energy they give off is.

Starscream isn't much of a musical one himself but he'll hum along, maybe even harmonize if he's feeling up to it.

If you're shy, he'll help you try overcoming your stagefright. Yes he may be evil, but hes not an abusive lover, he doesn't stoop that low. Thats not what love is.

He may be evil, but he supports you.

"You're mine.. my songbird. Nobody can have you, not other humans, not the autobots."

Arcee

Shes so sweet aaaaaa-

When she walks in on you singing, she just stops, sits down and waits for the song to end. A round of applause is given afterward, along with lots of kisses

"You sound amazing, Sweetspark! Music to my audial fins."

If you're shy, she'll understand even though shes the opposite of shy.

She usually goes quiet any time you sing. She just wants to hear you. Nothing else.

There are times where she'll join in though, and oh. my. GOD!!! You two are literally perfect.

Hearing you relaxes her so much. She just adores you.

Arcee's expression just lights up whenever you hit a high note.

Very proud of you. 10/10 lover 💗

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[boyfhee]

𓈃 ❝ TO YOU, WITH LOVE . ❞ — lee heeseung !

PRECIS. four months after heeseung's death, you find the tape recorder he left for you ( wc. ≃ 2.12k )

GENRE. angst, minimally fluff, humour in traces

WARNINGS. profanities, angst / bittersweet, lots of flashbacks, death and mourning, mentions of breakup and arguments, crying, mentions of kissing, heeseung is insecure

NOTE. repost yas pls forget the times when i said im tired of hee angst. ps. this was inspired by lang leav's poems so there are several reference. italics text signify the audio / hee's dialogues. happy reading <3

they say relocating and starting over marks a new beginning, or to put in better words, signifies the end of a chapter of your life. you didn’t believe that initially, for new beginnings always commence from heart and not from where you live or what you’re doing. however, heeseung’s death changed that for you. and here you are, four months later, sitting in the living room of your newly bought apartment in osaka with only the setting sun keeping you company through the dreadful silence.

the unpacked boxes occupy almost every corner of the room, telling you to get up and arrange things, but your limbs have given up; partially from exhaustion and partially because of helplessness. but we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. healing is a slow process, and an important part of the remedy is the will to heal.

so you get up, almost stumbling on thin air because of your hazy gaze, picking up the smallest box and rummaging through the stuff, only to come across a tape recorder you’ve possibly never seen before. there’s a note on top, and it reads— ‘to you, with love.’ it doesn’t even take you a second to interpret that it’s heeseung’s handwriting. an impassive smile makes its way to your lips and here you are, ignoring all the work and sitting in one of the corners as you tune in the recorder.

‘so, you’re out with your friends to shop for your friend’s wedding when you should be with me,’ a tear rolls down your cheeks, the smile trembling as you sniffle, leaning against the wall and closing your eyes. his voice resonates with love. ‘and i’m bored, so this recorder is my last straw.’ and then he pauses, the faint sound of movements reaching your ears. you chortle, knowing he’s probably making himself comfortable on the couch.

‘we could’ve spent the noon watching movies and baking but no, you had to go out with that fri—fuck,’ your eyes shot open at the sound, some profanities escaping his lips as audible through the audio. you presume that heeseung dropped the recorder while using it. after all, he is clumsy. ‘shit, i hope this is still working— yeah it is. anyway, where were we? right, your friend who you ditched me for.’

you chuckle, reminiscing about the mentioned day. you remember it perfectly. well, how could you not; because uncharacteristically enough, heeseung was at the peak of his dramatic behaviour that summer afternoon and despite the fact that you love his clingy personality, he really managed to get on every single one of your nerves. well, that was a typical day for you. hurried mornings, whinings from heeseung, busy afternoons due to work or friends, in some cases. and now that he’s gone, you find it hard getting accustomed to a stagnant lifestyle.

‘talking about friends, do you remember sunghoon? yes, the ice skating fanatic from high school. i met him the other day and do you know what he asked? if we were still together. like, c’mon, we’re in for a long run, right?’

there are days when melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. the kind of sadness that is intangible. like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint where exactly it hurts, you just know it does. hearing those words feels exactly the same. those are the words that were supposed to bind you both forever; the words you would count upon when you’d have an argument with him, knowing you both are eternal.

‘do you remember when we had our very first fight?’ a lifeless laughter rolls off your tongue, spinning in the gloomy atmosphere engulfing the room. ‘it was so pointless. desserts, really? i still laugh thinking about it.’ the heeseung from back then would’ve said otherwise. it was a minute conflict but, maybe that’s how the greater arguments arose. ‘it must’ve hurt, right?’

his voice is no louder than a whisper, voice morphing into much more of an apologetic tone. and you realise— heeseung never properly apologised for your first fight. neither of you did, actually. you don’t mind, really, for the reason behind it was incredibly stupid.

a long silence follows, rather a painfully consoling one. soon enough, the sound of him humming the melodies of your favourite song fills the room, accompanied by your muffled snivels. you close your eyes and let your mind trace over the slightly blurred image of heeseung you see often in your dreams. you let it trace over his shoulders. you take a deep breath, and try to put those dark thoughts aside. a smile climbs up your lips.

loving heeseung is a wild ride. it’s like your eyes met his’, and the stars sighed in admiration. when you kissed him for the first time, your body gravitated towards him like those rides at the fun fair, where you’re spinning so fast that the motion fixes you to the wall. love chimed in your laughter, in the sense of wonder you found in each other. if you had your doubts, then time had told you otherwise. you and heeseung were a symphony of melody and melancholy, but it takes two to sing a duet.

‘remember when we fought and you left to live with your parents for a whole month? that was hell for me.’ you want to tell him that it was hell for you too. even though it was you who suggested that you both should take a break, you’ve spent nights spilling tears on your pillow, living on the edge with your mind contemplating you to call him. ‘the day you left, i went through all my old journals, frantically looking for my first mention of you. i know it sounds stupid, but i was scared. what if you never return— that was my first thought.’

‘people are right when they say we don’t know what we have until it’s gone and god, those thirty days made me realise how important you are to me. i know i can be a handful at times, and i end up lashing out for no reason at times. goodness, i wouldn’t even date myself but you, yn, thank you for choosing to stay.’

it was your second anniversary when heeseung had the worst breakdown. he had woken up from a nap, exhausted with puffy eyes due to the soccer match lost the same morning. he thinks it’s embarrassing to cry, heeseung believes it makes him look weaker than he already is. he hates to have you console him, wiping tears off his cheeks, cradling him in your arms like a toddler. heeseung doesn’t hate you, he hates how you were always there for him when all he ever did was give you a mere half of what you gave him.

heeseung believes there’s penance in yearning. there’s poverty in giving too much of your heart. when your desire for another is not returned in equal measure— nothing in the world could compensate for the shortfall. sometimes, the loneliest place to be in is love. between all the memories, through hugs and kisses, amidst all the i love yous that were shared, he knew you’re too for him. so, heeseung gave you numerous opportunities to leave; to hurt him like everyone before you did. but instead, you’d hold him dear, a little closer to your heart every time you hugged, a little deeper into your mind everytime you kissed, as if you were telling him to blather about his insecure mind that kept nagging him regarding all the things he couldn't do and, you'd explicate how exquisitely it told him lies that he believed.

you sniff, wiping tears with the sleeves of your clothing, wondering; ‘what about people who do know?’ because you knew. you knew you loved heeseung more than anything else, knew that he was your world— and still is— and good god, you tried your hardest to hold onto him. little by little, corner by corner, even if all you had was a fragile thread to tie your heart with his, you did. you never took a damn thing for granted; not him, not his love, not his antics— nothing. so, losing him, you wonder, isn’t it so much worse for you?

‘i’d like to marry you, someday. as in, soon, very soon. and it’s not only because i love you. it’s because i don’t think i can love anyone else the way i love you. besides, the thought of a mini you running around the house doesn’t sound bad.’ your eyes flutter open at his confession, tears resting on your lashes like pearls shining in moonlight. you could feel his lovestruck smile from the words he recorded.

heeseung loved kids, always. if there was a reason why you’ve spent your sundays looking after your cousins— on popular demand from heeseung, of course— it’s because he loved spending time with them. the sound of tiny feet pacing up and down your house, innocent giggles spinning in the air along with heeseung’s poor jokes. ‘you’d be the best dad,’ you remember telling him, and you could’ve sworn, heeseung’s eyes shone brightest then.

he says it’s ‘the heeseung effect’ because coincidently, even your neighbour's son has heeseung’s eyes. same colour, same passion, it reminds you of him. apparently, you’re his favourite after his mother. you were heeseung’s favourite too, after his mother. it’s sweet, but it hurts so much because there’s a glimpse of him in everything around you. you see the stranded pieces of memories floating by in every thing, and the worst part of holding memories isn’t pain, it’s loneliness. because memories are supposed to be shared, and you’re all by yourself.

‘i’m running out of things to say,’ he sighs, another trail of silence following. you’re running out of tears. ‘how did i manage to have you love me, yn? you’re too good for me, gosh, i don’t deserve you, not at all.’ your heart escalates a little, hands dying to hold his face for the last time and tell him how wrong he is. heeseung looks down on himself, but you want to hold him close, cupping his cheeks as you plant soft kisses on his face, telling him that behind his precarious mind, there’s a murmur of love. you want to trace his cold fingers with your lips, reciting tales of all those moments he made you feel like the happiest person alive. you want him to know that he holds your heart in his trembling hands, and you feel safe. his touch is sweet like honey drizzled strawberries, kisses like the first blooms of a cherry blossom.

you want to tell him that even if he feels like he doesn’t deserve you, he has you nonetheless. he always did, even when the world wasn’t. you don’t know where it comes from, all this love that you possess for him. you don’t know where to put it now that he's gone.

‘can you promise me one thing?’ your ear perks up at his request, though of no use now, probably. ‘promise me that you will never settle for less than what you give. i know i shouldn’t even be talking about this but yn, you deserve the whole world, even more. thank you for keeping up with me, tolerating me; thank you for not leaving like everyone else. and if you ever choose to leave, promise me that it’ll be for someone better than me.’

last night, you had a dream that felt like a memory. like a glimpse of what could’ve been crossed signals from another life. where instead of all this, you had heeseung. life was exquisitely simple, and you were desperately happy. just when you have convinced yourself that you’ve learnt to live without heeseung, you’re pulled back into the endless spiral of all the feelings you harbour for him. he’s someone you keep in your heart. settling for someone else isn’t even an option; loving someone else isn’t even a possibility. because you can tell that you only love once. anyone who claims to have loved twice in their life— they have not loved at all.

‘and i promise i’ll be there for you no matter what,’ he whispers and it feels as if he’s right next to you, holding you into a warm embrace, whispering sweet nothings to you just the way he did. another tear traces down your cheek, the sound of shuffling shoes emerge from the recorder, marking your arrival from. you hear him shift on the bed, and he mutters a last message before the tape goes silent. ‘let’s make it till forever.’

just like that, lee heeseung breaks another promise, leaving you with a broken heart, and the tears come back.

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[jwcnsz]

merry christmas!

pairing; little!jungwon × cg!reader x little!riki

warnings; none

genre; a disgusting amount of fluff

word count; 1k

requested; yes!

a/n; kittens + enhypen = yes (wonki call reader by their name btw) pls enjoy!!

you walk down the empty street, most the stores next to you already closed. you kept looking for a store that had what you needed.

what you needed was a kitten. the babies had been begging you to please get them a kitten. you said soon and soon was now. you finally find a pet shop that’s open at 10pm. you couldn’t go any earlier so you had to take a chance now. you walked into the shop, a bell above you ringing.

“welcome!” an old man welcomed you with a bow. “hello! um… you wouldn’t have to have any kittens?” you asked looking around. “of course.” the old man smiled and went into the back. he brought out a black kitten. it couldn’t have been any bigger than your phone. it was so cute you couldn’t help but aww.

“he’s about a month old… the rest of his brothers have been adopted.” the old man said while petting the kitten in his arms. you smiled and reached to pet the kitten. “i’ll take him.”

you had somehow managed to hide the kitten overnight. it took a lot of staying up late and masking the small meows with “snoring”. the snoring was some random audio on youtube that you played on your speaker from your room. all night you were setting up the gift for the boys.

you had finally finished setting up the gift plus the area where the kitten would be staying. you look at the small kitten who was sleeping on the bed you had gotten him. he looked so cute, so peaceful. “they’re gonna love you so much, baby.” you whispered as you watching him take deep breaths.

you were tired from the night before but you had to stay up to make sure the boys wouldn’t see the kitten and to make breakfast for them. by the time it was seven, you made sure to hide him in the pantry. why the pantry? not even you knew but it seemed like a good idea.

you hear a door open and two sets of steps coming from down the hall. ‘it’s time!!’ you thought with excitement. the table was ready with breakfast and the kitten was hidden, you’re good to go. jungwon and riki come into sight. they’re rubbing their eyes and letting out little yawns. “mmhm… y/n?” jungwon slurred out.

you smiled at them and go to give them both huge hugs. “merry christmas, babies!” you said excitedly. “breakfast is on the table.” you let then know before going to sit down. their eyes lit up at the breakfast you had made them. all of their favorite breakfasts on one table at the same time?? oh, they were in heaven.

“thank you, y/n!!” riki smiled at the huge breakfast. you helped the babies get the food they wanted before you got yours. when you gave them their food, you gave them both a small forehead kiss. “enjoy, loves.” you smiled at them again. you’re smiling a lot today. how could you not? you’re about to see the boys you live the most be so happy they might pass out.

when they finished eating their breakfast, they were ready to go through their gifts. “wana open gifts!!” jungwon pouted and riki nodded urgently. they looked like they were gonna explode from excitement. “go ahead, don’t trip!” you yelled as they ran off to the living room.

while they opened their gifts, you got ready to show them their main gift. you walk into the pantry and see the kitten still on his bed. “thank you for not making a mess…” you whispered as you picked him up. you peeked into the living room, the boys were facing the christmas tree. they couldn’t see you walk in or anything.

“ooooh, barbie!” riki exclaimed as he looked at his barbie doll. oh, how he loved barbie dolls. “plushie!!” jungwon yelled out. you had gotten him a hello kitty squishmallow, he absolutely loves hello kitty. “look like me!” he giggled while putting the doll next to him face. riki nodded while giggling as well. they were so distracted that they didn’t notice you putting down the kitten and letting it run towards them.

the kitten ran towards jungwon first, putting his paw on his thigh. jungwon turned around, ready to run off but as soon as he saw the kitten he basically screamed. “kitty!!!” he grinned while picking it up. “cuteeeee!” he giggled at the kitten who was trying to lick his finger. “wana see!!” riki said as he toon the kitten from jungwon. “tiny…” he pouted. they loved that kitten so much already, it was kinda crazy.

“you like your gift, loves?” you asked as you walked over to them and sat on the floor with them. “lov it so much!!” riki smiled while looking at the kitten. “thank you, y/n!” they both hugged you so hard. they were so happy with their gifts and you were happy to see then happy.

it was the best christmas ever.

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[pandorxxx]

Now what I'm about to ask may seem a lil redundant but is SHIFTING REAL! , if you say it is 100% believe and say it is then I'm gonna start my process of I'm trying to shift today. BUT GIRLY I ONLY TRUST U WITH THIS ANSWER SO PLS TELL ME THE ENDS AND OUTS, THE HARDS THE EASYS, THE BESY WAYS! ❤️😭🙏

Hey! I’m flattered that you only trust me to tell you the ends and outs😭❤️. So I’ve been shifting for about 2 years now, and I’m just gonna tell you now….it’s hard. Out of those 2 years I’ve only shifted maybe 6 times. It is definitely real, and you will KNOW when you’ve shifted. It feels so real, like you’re actually there. I’ve noticed that everytime I’ve been successful, I was hella tired so it maybe it easier to drift off.

There’s a lot of debate on whether or not you should write a script. I’d say yes. You wanna keep yourself organized. If you know exactly what you want to do when you get there. WRITE IT DOWN. Also, I use A lot of YouTube audios to help me. Any of them are affective! Just look up shifting audios. They also have many avatar based shifting audios on YouTube too, so those might work!

[mochacat09]

I won't say I'm in love

This is on my Ao3 but for anyone who just wants to read chapter one on Tumblr here it is! Yay! Also yes ik it's kinda shit but it's my first fic so pls go easy on me!

Idia/Persephone oc

Cw: none

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"What kind of person learns how to make the die land on whatever number they want!? Talk about taking the fun of randomness out of the game!" A voiced huffed as they quickly stalked through the halls of Night Raven after leaving a club room.

The voice traveled like an apparition, the sound of quickly paced sneakers bounced off the walls, and a blue flame seemed to illuminate a ghastly aura as it floated along the dark halls. The wisp of blue that drifted through the Gothic interior made a rather annoyed huff as they arrived at their destination. Towering doors stood before him as he settled his nerves. The figure shook and the waves of flaring blue followed suit. Quietly he ventured into the school's library, wary of those who may linger. 

The brave introverted adventurer, Idia Shroud, rarely explored such an artifact of a territory. If he ever needed a book he'd get it online, obviously. Sadly though Professor Trein had assigned work which required some super old text. And here Idia was, looking for it because no matter how much he dug through the internet it wasn't there. Apparently the book wasn't published as an e-book or on audio. Strange to say the least, but to Idia this was an absolutely horrendous experience. And he'd barely gotten here!

Few students remained studying in the cavernous library. Silently Idia let out a breath of relief. Though he had no idea where the book was he wouldn't dare ask another living soul for help.

As he traversed deeper into the obnoxiously large library he sighed. Still no sign of the accursed book, no matter how much he wandered! When he turned the corner he didn't notice the figure curled up on the ground until he almost stepped on them when trying to reach for a book on a high self, hoping it'd be the one he needed. They didn't notice him either as they were curled in on themselves, sleeping away. 

Idia jumped when he heard the little snore that escaped them. Just who could be sleeping in a dark corner in the library? When he looked down he realized that it was one of the most social people at NRC.

Sephie.

The strange human from another world. They lay at Idia's feet as he scowled down, unbeknownst to Sephie. He scolded himself a little before crouching to try to wake them. He wasn't sure why or what made him want to wake them. Perhaps he was simply annoyed to see someone sleeping here and in his way. Or possibly pity for the tired prefect. But before he could say anything to the sleeping prefect or shake them awake he stopped himself. 

They looked peaceful as they slept. Whenever they were awake in the few times Idia saw Sephie they always looked focused on something. No, thinking of it, it wasn't a focused gaze they held. It looked more stressed as if they were planning their next steps to survive in this new world. They looked like they were carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. Like all of twisted wonderland problems were theirs. 

Well it was almost like that, because of Crowley all of Night Raven's problems were theirs. It wasn't a secret and if it was supposed to be it wasn't a well kept one. Everyone knew how Sephie was consistently being run into the ground with Crowley's endless tasks for them. 

In fact on his way to game-board club he'd seen them washing some of the windows in the front of the dark castle like school. Even now he could see their makeshift uniform was damp and covered in left over suds. And as peaceful as they looked they're eye bags competed with his own. He'd spent years getting these, they've only been in here for a few months. 

And as far as he could remember when they first arrived they were a fresh face, nervous first year, with absolutely no eye bags. Their eye bags now looked as if they could carry books, groceries, and then some. Their skin, a dark shade which pleasantly contrasts their tightly curled soft pink hair, also looked wet and soapy. Sephie's hair was a completely drenched mess as they lay in their slumped sleep. They'd probably been through so much stress about going home, doing Crowleys chores, and these NRC boys that it definitely hasn't made the stay here easy for Sephie. This would all explain the carelessness of falling asleep in the library. 

In the time Idia had been staring at the sleeping form they stirred a little leading to their awakening. They yawned sluggishly as they looked up at Idia. They didn't seem surprised at his presence just mildly annoying. 

"Are you planning to stand there like a deer in some head lights or are you gonna move? If you hadn't noticed if trying to sleep." They scowled almost sounding like Leona when someone disturbs his sleep. Idia would know as he's had the misfortune of doing that once in the botanical garden.

Like his usual shut in self he began to stutter a series of apologies before shuffling back a little. He felt like he knew the answer already but he still couldn't help but ask...

"W-why are you sleeping in the library? You have a dorm with an actual bed. Or maybe ...you could've asked to sleep in a spare dorm room, at least for a little? Actual dorm beds are probably comfier than whatever you have going on in Ramshackle or the floor."

Sephie let out a tired sigh before replying with, "If you must know, my sleep usually gets disturbed. By Crowley, my friends, the ghosts in my dorm, not to mention the biggest offender Grim... so I thought the library would be a good place. People are rarely here anyway. The only people I think I've ever seen here are you, Riddle, and the teachers," they yawned before adding, "But it seems I was mistaken as my sleep has been rudely interrupted once again."

With a slight eye roll Idia opted to speak through his tablet this time he typed, "Still there are better places to sleep than curled up in some dusty library corner."

"Well I guess your right... So can I borrow a spare dorm room, at least for a little?" Sephie had a cheeky, saccharine smile that displayed false innocence as they threw Idia's words back in his face.

As much as he didn't want another person in the dorm he couldn't say no. He could see they were still falling asleep during this interaction. He didn't expect to feel pity for them and maybe it wasn't. He wasn't known for his benevolence after all. Also, they were totally the main character of this! He wasn't going to dare try getting on their bad side. Not after Sephie and their friends had survived and stopped multiple overblots. They were totally op even without magic and that was something Idia did not want to deal with.

So begrudgingly he answered them with a "Fine." through his tablet.

They slowly made there way up and stretched out their limbs as they followed Idia to the hall of mirrors. It was quite a sight to see as they made it back to the dorm. Sephie was dragging their feet almost falling over in exhaustion at times as Idia tried to hurriedly pull them along by the end of their uniform sleeve. Finally after what felt like forever to Idia they'd made it to a spare dorm room Sephie could call their own for a while. The second Idia let them in they collapsed on the bed barley able to stand in their own. 

Only half there body made it to the bed as they quickly cuddled up with a nearby pillow. Idia let an annoyed sighed escape his lips as he pushed the rest of them to lay comfortably on the bed. He left and looked back in annoyance. When he faced forward Ortho was inches from his face with wide eyes shining as if there were stars in there.

"AH! O-oh. Ortho it's just you. Talk about a major jumpscare."

"Apologies but brother? Was that the housewarden of Ramshackle, Sephie, entering the room with you?" Ortho asked curiously.

"Oh yeah..." Idia replied seemingly cautiously. 

"Are they joining our dorm?" Ortho exclaimed excitingly. "Maybe they can help our dorm! They're outgoing personality may be what we need!"

"WHAT? No, they're not joining our dorm! Why would we even need them?" Idia said quickly shaking his head.

"Oh. That's a shame. According to my statistics our dorm would benefit from someone like them around by 40%! Are you sure they're not joining Ignihyde?"

"Y-yes! I'm sure."

Ortho sighed in obvious disappointment. He was of course curious as to why Sephie was here so Idia told him the story. Ortho to say the least was flabbergasted that his brother had voluntarily talked to someone and brought them over. "It's like a sleepover at our dorm," Ortho suggested. Idia instantly rejected the idea because as he said, 'he was kind of giving back a favor for what happened during his overblot.' Still it seemed no matter how hard he tried to shake it the thought found a home in his mind. Like an unwelcome bug his thoughts were plagued with it for the rest of the day.

[bqluvr]

On Set (2/2)

Warnings: smut!

Words: 2.6k

A/N: i feel like i always write too much someone pls help me

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It had been a week since your little interaction with Q and ever since then, you had avoided him like the fucking plague. Ducking behind equipment and hiding when he passed by, pretending to be immersed in a conversation when he was close, outright changing the direction you were walking when you saw him. You even went out of your way to take a sick day when you knew Q had to film a part of the show on his own for one of the Jokers’ punishments, just so you wouldn’t have to be around only him.

Q hadn’t tried to approach you, but you knew you could only play this game for so long. It was tiring having to be on your toes, and it made your job much harder when you were never relaxed.

“Sound check?” One of the crew yelled out. You came back into the moment and sent your coworker a thumbs up, signalling that everything was good on your end.

“1, 2, and,” Pete pointed towards the Jokers on ‘3’ and they filmed their intro, this challenge being ‘putpocketing’ in the grocery store. This was one of the crew’s favourite challenges as it was always amusing to see the Jokers make new ways to place pencils or whatever it was into unsuspecting peoples pockets.

“Got it, everyone get set up and we’ll meet back in an hour,” you listened to Pete’s orders and slid your headphones down so they hung around your neck, the heavy material pressing against your skin uncomfortably. You grabbed a few things you needed and walked into the grocery store, discreetly fixing a couple mics that you taped up against counters and shelves to pick up audio clearly.

You had finished your job for now but you were too afraid to go out and smoke, knowing that the risk of running into Brian and not having an excuse to avoid him was far greater outside than it was around other people. The craving of a fresh cigarette was on your mind though, and with the stress you had carried the past week, you needed a break.

If you were quick about it, you wouldn’t bump into him.

With that thought, you scoped him out in the crowd of staff and made sure he was engaged in conversation before silently whisking out the door and around the corner of the store. You let out a hefty sigh and leaned your back fully against the brick wall, slowly lowering yourself until you were sitting with your elbows resting on your knees.

The ground was disgusting, you knew that, but you didn’t care. It felt nice to be in the slight breeze, away from the suffocating humidity indoors. You pulled out a cigarette from your pocket along with a lighter that you now made sure to carry everywhere.

You lit the dart and took a drag, allowing the smoke to warm your insides before letting it out through your nose, the familiar smell encasing you. You had a hard time smoking without thinking about Brian and the way you almost kissed him. It proved difficult to smoke even on break at work, just because the thought of running into him and having to talk to him made your pulse quicken.

The world seemed to work against you, though, because you heard the door open a couple feet away on your right. Who else would it be but Q?

You knew he already saw you but you hastily stood up and brushed yourself off, turning to your left and stepping away as fast as you could. That was the plan, at least. You only made it a few steps before his voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Y/N, hold on,” he huffed, and you heard the gravel crunch beneath his sneakers as he walked closer to you. He was now behind you and you had no choice but to turn around, desperately looking everywhere but in his eyes.

“You wanna tell me what the fuck is goin’ on?” Brian’s voice was strained and you could tell he was upset. The anger in his voice startled you a bit, as he was never the type to get mad at anyone.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you played dumb, still looking down at your boots. You saw his feet step closer and when you finally looked up, the closeness between you two made you lose your breath.

“Right,” he scoffed, “I feel like I haven’t even seen you since we smoked together.”

“Okay? I’ve been busy,” you retorted, shuffling away from him slightly. He scoffed again and crossed his arms, trying to catch your eye. You kept looking away.

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong. I told you I’ve been busy,” you wanted nothing more than to turn on your heel and bolt, but you knew that would only make things worse.

“Fuck sake,” Brian used one hand to rub his face, “I’m sorry if what I did made you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Okay.”

“I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Okay,” you responded again. You could tell he was growing more and more frustrated, but you didn’t care. If he had kissed you and Pete saw, you would have lost your job. It didn’t matter who he kissed because Pete couldn’t fire one of the Jokers, but he could fire you without a second thought. You risked your job by being that close with Brian and he risked absolutely nothing.

“Please stop avoidin’ me. I can’t deal with it.”

“Why does it matter if I avoid you? It’s not like I’m the only person you talk to on set,” you quipped, feeling annoyed.

“I enjoy talkin’ to you, and after what I did,” he huffed, “I felt like I almost fucked up the relationship we have.”

“Almost?” You repeated incredulously, “what the fuck do you mean almost?”

He gave you a quizzical look and you felt every emotion you carried brew up inside you.

“I know you don’t give a shit who you flirt with, but it matters to me. If Pete had seen that, I wouldn’t fucking be here,” you raised your voice a bit, “I can’t believe how hard headed you are.”

“You’re kiddin’,” Brian furrowed his brows, “I know I did somethin’ wrong, but that doesn’t mean you get to call me hard headed.”

“It’s the only thing I can think of that describes you. You think with your dick, Brian.”

You could practically see the steam pouring from Brian’s ears, but you felt the exact same. You were furious with him.

“Don’t fuckin’ talk to me like that.”

Despite the heated moment you two were having, you couldn’t help but feel the familiar wetness pool between your legs. With the way Brian’s voice grew deeper and more commanding, his arms crossed and his shoulders looking bigger, all you could think about was dropping to your knees and relieving both of your anger.

“Or what, Brian? You know that it’s true.”

“Do you ever know when to shut the fuck up?” He growled, and you were taken slightly aback. You didn’t expect that from him.

Before you could even blink you were being pressed up against the hard brick wall, your breath speeding up and your heart working overtime. You didn’t even think as you grabbed the collar of Brian’s shirt and roughly pulled him towards you, connecting your lips.

The kiss set off fireworks in your stomach and it made your mind fuzzy. If Brian’s big hands weren’t planted firmly on your waist, you would have toppled over.

Brian was relentless in his hungry kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and his teeth pulling your bottom lip slightly when he detached his lips from yours. He took a second to breathe deeply and you did the same, trying your best to calm yourself down. Your face was hot, your palms were sweaty, and you were turned on beyond belief. Everything you were feeling was wrong.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” Brian murmured in a low tone. The only thing you could do was pull him in for another breathtaking kiss, all but melting into him. He held onto you like his life depended on it.

Brian pulled away from you and held onto your wrist, gently but sternly guiding you back into the grocery store. You loosened your wrist from his grip and he looked back at you, confused.

“What are you doing? Everyone’s gonna see us,” you whisper-yelled at him.

“So let them. If Pete fires you, I’ll fire him,” he told you, not leaving any room for arguments. You were still extremely nervous but did your best to discreetly follow Brian as he slipped into a nearby bathroom.

Once the two of you were in there, his lips were attached to your neck, littering hickies on your soft skin. He was careful not to make them dark, which you were grateful for.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Brian murmured into your skin, his hands sliding under your shirt and tracing the bottom of your bra. You felt tingles every time he moved his hands. He slowly lifted your shirt, holding the bottom of it to your lips until you bit down on it so your bra was exposed to him.

“Every time you walked past me,” he mumbled through the kisses he left on the top of your breasts, “I could smell your fuckin’ perfume. It drove me crazy.”

You moaned in response, your hands tugging at his hair and pulling him closer. The shirt you held between your teeth blocked some of your view of him, so you quickly took it off.

“Fuck, you feel what you do to me?” Brian groaned, grabbing one of your hands and placing it on top of his pants. You could feel his cock through his jeans and he let out a sharp exhale when you squeezed gently.

He allowed you to leave your hand on his pants as he leaned into you again, kissing you once more. This time it was slow, and you let yourself pour everything you felt into the kiss. You felt him do the same, one of his hands cupping your cheek as he pulled you impossibly close.

“Brian, if we’re gonna fuck, you better hurry up,” you whispered against his now swollen lips. He laughed and gave you another quick peck before shedding his shirt and throwing it on the ground next to yours.

Your pants were next, and he pulled them down to your ankles but didn’t waste time on taking them all the way off. He did the same with his own pants and boxers, only lowering them enough for his cock to spring free.

You reached out to touch him but he swiftly pinned your hand against the door, leaning in to kiss your cheek affectionately.

“I’ll cum too fast if you touch me right now,” he admitted with a chuckle, but you could tell he was slightly embarrassed. In your opinion, it was hot. It was hot that he was so desperate for you that even your touch could set him off.

“I won’t. Touch me,” you answered. He grinned at you and pulled your sports bra down so your breasts could spill out from the top. He quickly took one nipple in his mouth and used his free hand to tug and play with your other nipple before switching.

His movements were sloppy and needy, but you couldn’t blame him. You felt the exact same way. You had for quite some time.

A loud moan caught in your throat when Brian’s hands traced the waistband of your underwear, pulling it slightly and letting it snap against your skin. He slid his finger down to rub over your clit through your underwear and you tried to stay quiet as you moaned, reaching one hand down to hold onto his wrist.

He rubbed circles on your clit, leaving you impossibly wet. You messily pressed your lips to him and hummed into his mouth when he moved his finger just right.

“Enough, Quinn, we don’t have time,” you mumbled, nibbling on his earlobe and placing a few kisses on the side of his neck. He only grunted in response before removing his hands from you in order to pump his cock a few times, making sure you both were ready.

Brian didn’t bother taking off your underwear, he instead pushed it aside and in one swift movement, he entered you. Both of you moaned at the satisfaction of the feeling, and his head dropped to your shoulder as soon as he started to thrust.

The cold wall was uncomfortable on your naked back but you paid it no mind because all you could focus on was the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, and the sound of his fast breaths meshed with the occasional grunt.

“Fuck, right there,” you whined into his ear as you felt him hold onto your hips and pull them down to meet each of his thrusts. He was going at a fast pace, trying to make sure you both could cum before you had to leave.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he groaned, his words muffled as he bit down on your shoulder slightly. You scratched your hands down his back, feeling ecstasy pumping in your veins as he hit your sweet spot over and over.

You felt Brian tap two fingers on your thigh and you took that as an invitation to jump up. He caught both of your legs and guided you so they were wrapped around his waist, allowing him to crowd you further against the wall and reach even deeper with his movements.

Each of his hard thrusts drove you closer and closer to the edge, and in no time, you were falling over it with barely any warning. Your core tightened around Brian and he groaned loudly, his hands running up and down your body.

“Shit, Y/N, ‘m so close,” he stuttered through his words. You once again clenched around him and he whimpered at that.

“Cum for me, Bri,” you murmured into his ear along with a few more praises. That was all it took for him to twitch inside you for a moment, his cum spilling into you as he let out a sharp exhale.

“That was-“

“Perfect,” he finished your sentence, slowly pulling out of you and smirking when he saw his cum leaking out onto the inside of your thighs and all over your underwear.

“Are you gonna stand there and smile like an idiot or are you gonna help me clean up?” You snorted, pushing past him to get the toilet paper and wipe yourself off. You tossed him a few clean squares and he also cleaned up before tossing it in the trash.

Once you fixed your clothes and hair, you made your way to the door. As soon as you put your hand on the handle, Brian was holding your waist from behind to stop you.

“Before you go,” he mumbled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “I’d like to take you out to dinner sometime.”

You turned around and looked at him like he had three heads.

“Do you know how crazy you sound?”

“Why is that crazy? I love bein’ around you and the sex is fuckin’ incredible,” he grinned, making you smile a little in turn. You knew that a relationship with him would be difficult.

But with the way he held onto your waist so possessively and the way his eyes stared down at you with nothing but care behind them, you just couldn’t resist.

[a-mag-a-day]

MAG 49 - apple cutting

"Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London." - Oh, he uses a bit of a different melody in the sentence here. Less matter of fact, more like "God, I've said this a thousand times by now and I'm tired of it"

2:09 "Standard stuff, pretty boring really.", after "boring" it's veeery subtle but it sounds like a chair being shoved around.

3:04 "Hector worked IT", directly at "Hector" again, things shuffling around.

4:11 "Whatever, or whoever, his illicit liaisons involved", right after involved another noise… A phone ringing? Sound kinda chime-y.

"when Nicola called the next day" / "When I told her about the loss and the note, she sat down" - Wait, I thought she called… Were they video-calling or how did he know she sat down?

"If I hadn’t gotten greedy, I’d still have my arm." - Love this kind of story-telling! Throw in what the end's gonna be about and make us curious.

"There was something… not right about that hole. The texture of the walls was too smooth to be earth, and it seemed to… glisten wetly. It was when I saw the teeth that studded the inside of the fleshy throat that I realized what I was looking at" - In any way related to the Last Feast?

18:25 "Compared to the grim silence of the butcher’s workshop, it was beautiful.", at "butcher's workshop" again two quiet sounds, like that squealing sound when sliding a chair across the floor.

"There is no way to describe what it feels like to have bone pulled out of you through your unbroken skin." - Pay attention Jon, that's what awaits you in about one and a half years.

"I know it’s just phantom limb syndrome, but sometimes I swear it feels like my bone’s still out there, twisting in someone else’s arm." - I wonder if this, phantom limb syndrome, was the inspiration for Jared's ability/this statement.

"Sasha has recently been having problems with her normal backdoor access to police records, as, despite IT’s best efforts, her computer has broken yet again, making this the third time in the last two months." - So there are some limitation to the impersonation by the Not!Them. Special talents seem to be not part of the deal. Interesting. Dopplers from The Witcher (the books, not that disgrace of a show) for example are a perfect copy of the original in every way, even regarding their skills. Sometimes even better than the original. The first story to introduce a doppler had them change into a merchant (Halfling, if I remember correctly, it's been a while) who made a fortune by simply being very good at trading. I love that story, it's really funny.

"Apparently, he is involved both with one of the young ladies there, as well as the gentleman who manages the other shift." - Go get em, Tim! ;)

"The last thing I want is for the Archives to become involved in pointless personal drama." - Is this Jon, the Archivist, talking or Alex?

"it looks like he[Elias] only joined the Institute five years before in 1991" - Jon, red flag! Elias claimed to have worked as a filing clerk in 1972! This is not the same body!

"If I’m not reading too much into it, the implication seems to be that he was… ah, something of a pothead." - Haha, that laugh xD Also Jon, pls tell us about your uni days Mr. merry-go-rounds-are-thrilling.

Hey cut him some slack he was in a weird place at the time! xD

[cahmilo]

Proud of You | carlos m.

pairing: carlos madrigal x fem!reader

genre: fluff

summary: being a graduate student has been the most draining period of youth. you had submissions to do, projects to finish, and even essays to write. having burnout and stress all at once just makes you want to end it all, but luckily for you, you still have one task you've been wanting to achieve, to make carlos madrigal proud of you.

tags: modern high school au, burnt-out reader, mentions of fainting throwing up and academic stress, cursing

note: this is most especially dedicated to @pochi-moochika please ik youre asleep rn but brother pls get well fucking sooner god i miss being chaotic with you *violently sobbing*

As rewarding as it may be, graduating wasn't easy. In order to reach for the top, one must walk up the stairs of progress that comes with numerous tasks and challenges that determines your will to reach the goal. Unfortunately for someone as chill and nonchalant as you, it was weeks of torture and agony prior to the final celebration. 

You were a good student since little now that you think about it. It was just because of the pace of growing up, adulting, pressure to finish what you can't, they all burdened you. To the point where you procrastinate and easily give up. It has been like this for the past few weeks and now you're paying the price.

Graduation is almost 2 weeks away and you are still yet to pass on some of your pending assignments. 

You groaned in exhaustion as your hands made its way to your face, your elbows resting perpendicularly atop the cluttered desk. It was already 2AM and your emails have been pouring non-stop, teachers asking for your progress and waiting for your response. You didn't have the energy to respond to them with what you still didn't have so you simply ignored them. You shut them out and closed your eyes for a few seconds, taking in at least a minute of rest before you're faced with reality again.

Just as you were about to take in the serenity and peace, you were interrupted by a 'ding' sound. A notification from the discord app. You blinked your eyes and sighed to open your laptop and your eyes almost popped out from your sockets to see who messaged you at this hour.

Carlos Madrigal, one of the school officers and if you were to be honest, the one you're attracted to. 

Carlos: hey,, u need help? with yk other tasks and such

You gulped. You've interacted with Carlos before, despite his cold and intimidating look, he was nice to you. Though he never openly showed you care, there were times when you felt it. Unfortunately his cool but lowkey-kind demeanor made you fall down the rabbit hole and you were down bad. So him messaging you at this hour brought you more energy than the commercial drink set by your table.

You: lmao its aight im good.. i think i can do this

Carlos: Y/N, its 2AM and i saw how many things you still need to do 

Carlos: give me some of the modules you still haven't done

Carlos: i'll answer them

Now if you were to be honest, you hate letting others work for you. You had a thing for your ego and it would falter immediately if you shown any ounce of weakness or failure to someone else. In this scenario though, you were desperate. And as much as you hate having let your crush answer your homework for you, there wasn't any other choice available.

You: fine

You: can you answer them here w me

Carlos: sure

And that was how your night of stress took a 180 degree turn. When you saw Carlos join the discord voice call, your heart paced even faster. As if you were palpitating with caffeine but instead of coffee, it was his voice. The sound of his microphone and audio transmission on his end made his voice even lower and raspier. He sounded like he was tired but every time you insist on letting him go to bed, he would always stay behind to help you. 

And it went on for many days.

Carlos was the only one who was willing enough to help you with your last minute requirements. It lifted a bunch of weight from your shoulders, but not entirely. Every night you and Carlos would be on vc to answer activities together. Lucky for him he finished it a few days ago so it was easy to help you. You on the other hand, felt like you were burdening him but never got the chance to tell him so. 

It went on for a few more days and you were finally done with your lacking projects. Carlos and you got even more closer than before to the point of sleep calling and pet names. You finally got to know more about him during these times of stress. You found out that you two loved horror movies, Carlos would often share his screen to watch a movie with you even. You also found his way of affection quite, unique? He would cover it up with insults and if ever he gets soft, he would instantly claim it as a joke and call it cringe. It was his thing and it made you adore him even more knowing that he genuinely tries.

Tonight was the night before the two of your graduation. Carlos wasn't nervous, he was ready. But you however, you were jittery and nervous, and Carlos can tell. Right now on vc, he made sure that he wants to make you feel better and calm for at least a small amount.

You turned your camera on the same time Carlos turned his. He was on his desk, seeming to be writing something while you were leaning on your right palm, staring at your hands trembling from nervousness.

"You see this shit? It's involuntarily shaking like a damn chihuahua" You trailed off, showing your hand to the camera. Carlos looked at it and slightly widened his eyes.

"You're really nervous huh?"

"Yeah." You put down your hand and looked at the walls of your room. "Sometimes I hate my hands, they always snitch on me when I'm anxious. They also look weird" 

"No they don't." You saw Carlos standing up from his chair to walk off-cam. 

"They do"

"I'll prove you wrong" You heard Carlos' voice from his mic, it seemed like he was far away. 

"And how will you change my mind?"

"I'll hold your hand to let you see how you should love them like I do" 

When Carlos said those words, you almost dropped your head down to the desk. You were taken aback from his bold move and your eyes widened. Impulsively, you muted yourself and hid your face from the camera as you ducked down to your desk and squealed. 

You stayed in that state for a couple of seconds until you heard clattering of objects from Carlos' mic that made you look up. He was on his way back to his chair but he brought along a guitar with him. You unmuted yourself and showed your face back to the camera but it was more red as it used to be. Carlos then asked you a question that made your entire night even more heart fluttering.

"Send me your favorite song, I'll try to sing it"

—

D-Day.

It was graduation day. You were all dolled up by your family. You wore a pretty dress and your hair was neatly styled ready for pictorials and whatnot. When you arrived at the venue, you haven't seen Carlos yet so you sit on your seat waiting for preparations to take place.

While you were gazing at the decorations for the stage, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned back and saw Carlos and instinctively, you threw yourself to his arms. He caught you with ease and embraced you even tighter while chuckling.

"You ready?" Carlos asked as he pulled away from the hug, careful not to mess your hair. When you nodded back to him, he smiled and bid you a temporary goodbye as the program began to start.

Nervousness filled your body. You shivered and your legs were bouncing the more names get called and the more it gets closer to yours. Carlos was in a different class however so he was called first. He looked so good it made you lose all your anxiety in just seconds. The way he walks coolly towards the stage and received his diploma with a half-lidded smirk, it made you swoon. For a second you swore you saw him glance at your eyes and gave you a small wink, making you lose your composure. You covered your face by hiding to the person in front of you.

By the time your turn comes, you almost looked like there was no more blood pumping in your body. It all seemed like a blur as you walked up to the stage, faced the bright light covering the audience and took your diploma. You smiled at the camera and almost ran down the stairs to exit. On the way to your seat you met Carlos and this time, he was the one to storm in your way to give you a tight embrace. 

"I'm so proud of you!" He yelled, combatting the loud speakers and music. You laughed and buried your face in his chest.

"Couldn't have made it this far without you, Carlos" You were about to call yourself insane and delusional when you felt a pair of lips lightly kiss the crown of your head. 

—

After the ceremony, Carlos insisted he takes you out to celebrate. He takes you out to your favorite restaurant for lunch and decides to spoil you by paying for it all. It made you flattered seeing how he went all the way just to be with you. As much as he tried denying that it was a date, you couldn't help but feel like it was. 

Carlos spent the rest of the afternoon with you. After lunch the realization of your success finally sinks in and it gives you, mixed emotions? You were happy that you managed to graduate but now looking back at it, you did poorly on some of the tasks and you regretted it. You regret how you procrastinated your way to the end of the semester and even brought Carlos into it. He noticed your change in demeanor and insisted he takes you home to rest. 

When you arrived home, you felt weak, drained, tired. It was as if the moments of you suffering in pain has sunk in harder now. The times where you were overworked made you nauseous.

You also had your image to keep, and being weak in front of Carlos wasn't something you wanted to show. As much as you hated letting him see you so unwell and tired, he still insisted he helps you. When you threw-up he held your hair, when you were on the verge of fainting he carried you all the way to your room, and when your head was spinning in pain he scourged through the medicine cabinets to give to you. Soon enough you felt somewhat better, but not too much. 

"Carlos?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you stay here?" 

"Sure" 

Carlos slowly walked towards the edge of your bed. When he saw that you moved to the side to make space for him, he slowly joined you. 

"Can I hug you?" "You don't have to ask, Y/N"

And just like that, you felt warmth and comfort in his arms. Carlos hugged you gently, whispering soft tunes to soothe your mind. You moved to a more comfortable position and plopped yourself on top of him as you laid your head on his chest, feeling the loud pounding of Carlos' heart. He tried to look away but his eyes were stuck on you. Carlos reached out for a make-up wipe on your bed side table and slowly lifted your head to meet his as he carefully removes your make-up. It didn't take long for you to melt to his touch as the product felt cool on your skin and the weight of the cosmetics making you feel more light and free. 

"You okay now?" Carlos softly whispered, wiping the underside of your eyes. His smile slightly faltered at the sight of your eyebags. 

"A little. I still feel sick, sorry"

"Don't be sorry, you did nothing wrong" 

"I did" You whispered and furrowed your eyebrows. "I got you to do shit for me, I messed up while walking, I- ugh"

"Hey, look at me." Carlos called you, he traces your jaw to make you look at him. 

"I'm proud of you no matter what. I'm always fine helping you and you know that. You suffered through much and I'll still be with you from then on, okay?"

You closed your eyes and face-planted yourself to his chest. You can feel the vibration coming from Carlos lightly chuckling at you. While you were at your spaced out thoughts, you felt fingers make its way to your hand. In the spur of the moment, you felt Carlos intertwine his fingers against yours, his thumb lightly brushing near the back of your palm. You suddenly remembered your old conversation with him about your hands, flustered at the thought of him staying true to his word. His other hand left your hair as it travelled to your temples, gently massaging them. Carlos hummed a small tune in hopes to relax you.

It did. 

It was as if time has slowed down. You were afraid to let this moment end, when you're met with reality and all of the burdens that came along with it. Now, you focused on the present. You were safe and sound in his embrace, and you couldn't ask for a better place to spend eternity in. 

Before you were about to doze off to dreamland, you heard Carlos mumble those words you've been longing to hear ever since. 

"I'm so proud of you, I hope you know that Y/N"

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[koscheicore]

*appears*

(imagine that one random time-lord in The Autons, floating mid-air)

Greetings once again,

Some more questions for you, because THOSCHEI, THOSCHEI, THOSCH-…..

Prepare yourself for a barrage of questions! (No pressure ofc)

Commencing in three, two, one..

*explosion*

1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 9, 11, 12, 17

21 - Headcanons for your favourite ainley pairing

24 – gimme more info about the thoschei fan incarnations that occasionally pop up on your feeds. It is vital information!!!

*looks around at the impact caused by the questions*

Whoops

Have a good day/week! :)

*disappears*

SO IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG, THAT TIMELORD... That makes sense! Thank you so much for all the quest- (loud explosion) AAAAH!

(sooo prepare for a very long post 🤣)

1. How did you get into thoschei?

(gets out from under the table) Uhhh has the noise stopped? Yea. Okay. So it all started when I heard a rhythm of four beats?? And then I think my brain got infected. All I could think about is some sad pathetic aliens hugging each other and I guess one was dead and??? then he wasn't? Yeah so I saw tensimm and I got obsessed. That was, if my calculations are correct, about 8 years ago.

2. What is your favourite thoschei flavour?

At the moment it's fiveainley! Or sevencrispy...

3. What is, in your opinion, the most toxic thoschei dynamic?

Why did I even make this question. All of them there's no salvaging the toxicity. Uhh imma go with tensimm or spydoc though

5. Any fan content recommendations?

Honestly THBU it's just. Sublime. Okay so I might have been about to cry just one chapter in? Yeah??

Also Please Attend Carefully if you want podcasts abt the Master because who doesn't.

Now, that's all sfw but on the spicy smut side, here's a fiveainley fic that plays with hypnosis. I found it interesting how the author wrote it in first person, and their Ainley voice is just fantastic. Make sure to read the tags first though!

Do also check the ppl I reblog from's profiles some of them have AO3 accts I plan on munching on when I can!

8. Favourite thoschei story?

Honestly the Master audio atm. Or the Five Doctors cuz it's really funny to see Ainley TRY... just really try... Btw 1st Doctor x Ainley!Master when

Ngl I have to rewatch all the nuwho episodes w the master on it so my thoughts might change. These two stories are consuming my brain rn

9. Favourite thing they have said canonically to each other?

"Wonder what I'd be without you"

"Yeah."

And this

11. Song that reminds me of them?

I want to make an animatic with this so badly

12. Any thoschei headcanons?

My most heartfelt headcanon for them is this if it even counts as one 🤔

17. What's an underrated thoschei pairing?

SIXAINLEY FFS SIXAINLEY IS SO UNDERRATED. More of them pls...

21. Headcanons for your favourite Ainley pairing

No I'm not picking just one >:0

Fiveainley:

-In my head the Master contacted Fivey after the whole cheetah stuff in hopes he could help him. Not talking abt how good or bad that went but Fivey can't remember anyways.

-The Master loves the smell of Fivey's sweaters. Anytime he's entered his TARDIS he's stolen a few. Fivey still doesn't know where they went.

-Oh it's definitely Ainley!Master's fault the Doctor's regenerations became weirder. Yeah after what he did to Fivey he just messed them up. Like Fivey's legs. Hey, if the Master is having trouble being in a Trakenite body it's only fair, right?

Sixainley:

-The most likely pair to do spicy stuff actually. They're both into BDSM although probably not in a sexual context exactly. No I won't elaborate

-The cat pin? Yeah that's something the cheetah Master left in the TARDIS during that Fivey visit. Six just doesn't know. The Master finds it amusing.

-The Rani has tried to block all contact with the Master because he keeps calling her to talk about his latest plan to kill the Doctor. She's so tired.

Oneainley:

-The Master actually visited 1 on a few occasions during the Doctor's past after the events of the Five Doctors, wearing disguises of course so he wouldn't recognise him later.

-He invited him to lunch and they conversed. The Master finds this Doctor kind of endearing in a way, he's the closest he has to things being alright between them anyways. Just some quiet conversations, no mention of the Master or Gallifrey. No murder intent, they just were. Two "strangers" sharing lunch having candid intellectual conversations.

-Eventually, he stopped. Why? I leave that to your imagination.

24. Talk abt your fan Doctor and Master incarnations

OKOK IM GLAD YOU ASKED... So I met this classmate who's a dw fan and as we became friends he told me he had his own fan Doctor incarnation. Eventually we started LARPing for fun and I made my own Master, then we started making up tons of stories and that's how they came to be!

ONE DAY HOWEVER... He said. What if the Master and the Doctor were bigenerated?? Yeah from the same entity but the Time Lords erased their memories. And Dhawan!Master knew this but that one bit he never told, the Doctor never uncovered it, and this is part of why Dhawan wanted to become the Doctor. And boy this broke my heart because thE IMPLICATIONS. That'd mean the Master is ALSO the Timeless Child. So now that's canon for my Master and surprise, it's been selfcest all this time except not exactly because they are not the same anymore and they can never be.

So based off that, my Master loves to make a point on how different they are whilst his Doctor searches for similarities instead when he learns this. My Master is convinced that they're destined to be the worst parts of the Doctor forever, whilst the Doctor got "the better part". So why would they make it easy for him? Gallifrey is gone anyways so let's prove they can never be the same. Let's prove they're DONE. And they're immortal too I guess so why conform with having nothing no. They're owed the Universe and they're not sharing. Meanwhile the Doctor is wondering what would be of the Master if they had lived anything similar than what they did, if they're actually the same, if there's any kindness left on them, if they could have become the Master... He's stuck on his past in a way, too, missing companions and simpler times and stuff. And I intend to destroy his hopes of truly enjoying his current self you know?

...so yeah uh we also have companions we're making and we're slowly developing all of this + some random "episodes" (plots. that is) and one of them is Dak. Dak is well, kind of a Dalek kind of not. I have no idea how this happened he hasn't told me yet but apparently Dak has the genes of one of his companions? His mind when he was a child. So he's like a curious kid travelling with the Doctor except he's got Dalek Issues (tm) and I have such awful plans for him I'm so sorry little Dak ily but Daleks can never be good you know ☺️☺️ And I also have my subconscious eating beings that hate the Master for reasons but shhh. My friend doesn't know yet.

Anyways here's my Master treating the Doctor with love as usual

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Hey... hey. Wait. Don't go! *looks around* Uh... who will help me pay for all the repairs??? 😭

ALSO thank you so much for that twogado recommendation I will proceed to scream

[velociheroviridi]

Need y'all to know how absolutely wild this last week has been for me

Monday - spend $30 to get Alhaitham. Fail and cry

Tuesday - find out that a group project that we all thought was due next Friday is actually due that night. Get Prof to extend it to Wednesday night

Wednesday - spend entire day working on said project and finish it around 11:45pm

Thursday - Working on studying for a seemingly hard test that's Friday and an essay that's due. Classmate manages to get said essay moved to Monday, finally a W. Find out that the Japanese speech contest I had entered wasn't NEXT weekend like my brain thought for some reason, it's actually in two days and I haven't finished memorizing said speech. Proceed to spend several hours memorizing it while somewhat studying for my test

Friday - have to give a practice run of the previous group project (did I mention it was a 30 min powerpoint presentation in Japanese? No?) Goes well. Take my test. Goes well, get a 90 (somehow the only one to get a perfect score on the grammar portion which is wild considering how little I ended studying unfortunately) After class, go over speech with prof, then run to the Anime Club (which I'm the president of, not that that's super important to this story) and enjoy the meeting. Get home and spend the rest of the night preparing for the speech contest, even going to sleep while running thru it in my head and listening to my prof's audio recording of it. So non stop work from 9am to like 9-10pm, for the most part

Saturday - wake up at 5:30am, actually get ready a little too quickly but all goes well. End up winning first place at the speech contest. Go home. Am now uber tired and have a persistent headache and end up doing almost none of my hw that's due Monday, but get to hang out at my bff's for a lil while and eat some delicious dinner while watching Buddy Daddies and talking

Sunday - spend the whole day doing said homework, finish up around 10-11pm, while dealing with simultaneously a stomach that is picking picky and a brain that doesn't find anything appetizing. Realize I really need to go shopping

Which I'm about to go do. But that was my week. It was...quite the stressful time, altho we did get some Ws (yay!) Now to just take a freaking breather for the next like two weeks, thx. No more stress for this little guy for a while pls, doctors orders

[saltysaccharin]

Bbg

— [ELYSIUM AU-ISH] {NONCANON}

• characters :: shigaraki tomura, ryouga atsumu, himegami kuroi, extras

• genre :: crack

• warnings :: written while high. not literally high bc drugs are bad kids but like high in spirit /ij none

prompt / synopsis :: "call him baby girl"

word count :: ~900

a/n :: i had SUCH a day today. very eventful /pos. i should be sleepimg bc i'm tired from said day but bro. smth took over. and i churned out like 900 somwthing words of utter stupidity.

dw, not canon to elysium at all bc. frankly it's TOO stupid to be 🫶

Himegami ordering Shigaraki Tomura to get an updated-daily social media account was supposed to be serious. He was supposed to upload short 'reports' on his life rooming with Apollo every day, not.. whatever this was.

"'Call him baby girl for me'? What the fuck?" Shigaraki barked out a laugh, muttering the comment aloud as he read it and clearly finding it entertaining rather than taking offense to it (as he definitely would have a year or two ago). "Fine. I need to find the fucker first, though."

The audio translated the shuffling off of a couch very well; he had been blessed with a really good phone model by the very person he was planning to make fun of. Oops. Hey, he had to give his audience something, didn't he?

Nice place.

holy shit its actually happening someone clip this quick

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rly went 'bet' lol

Idk what y'all expected ofc he'd do it XD

Shocker, the symbol of fear has no fear?!?!?

Shigaraki casually walked through the spacious penthouse, still using the front camera as the Live continued. His watchers' expressions of disbelief and amusement flooded the chat as he continued his search for a certain doctor.

talk about upper-class

*whistles*

Do u guys need an extra roomie maybe?? 🥺

Address drop or no balls

where is that

Finally peeking his head and his camera around the master bedroom's doorway, the lens focused on his prey. There, sitting at his work desk, was Ryouga Atsumu — otherwise known as Doc Apollo — tinkering with a foldable bow. The brunet grunted ever so often every time he ran into a particularly frustrating component to calibrate.

it's a wild apollo!

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help mods theres a fucking bot

@/ERĀ Mod get the bot pls

Im jealous ngl how come u get to live w/ him :(

@/ERĀ sic it

THE SPAMBOT LOLOLOLOL

An especially impatient fan sent a Gift into the Live in an attempt to encourage Shigaraki. The loud notification from it managed to catch Ryouga's notice, dragging his attention from his weapon directly to Shigaraki.

"Oh, hey. Need anything?" Ryouga smiled softly as he spun his chair to face the correct direction. With a hum, he tilted his head before pointing at the phone in Shigaraki's hand, "Is it rolling? Daily check-in?" He asked curiously.

"It's live," Shigaraki replied, stepping out of the concealment of the doorway since he'd been discovered. He straightened his camera as well. "People are watching in real time."

Ryouga made an O with his mouth in understanding and nodded. "Right, yeah. Well, you know I don't involve myself much with social media, Shigaraki; I have a whole group of people running my account for me."

WHAT

omg he's a boomer in disguise. i knew no guy could be perfect </3

Was this not common knowledge?

knowing Apollo having a team just for managing his Tweetr made my fucking week

Send help

Shigaraki waved his free hand in dismissal, "Yeah, yeah, I know all that—" He paused, suddenly narrowing his eyes as he stared directly at the former, "—baby girl." Delivered with absolutely no shame, accompanied by a singular finger gun and a tongue click.

Ryouga only stared in response, seemingly frozen in time. Mouth slightly agape, he blinked twice, then a bunch more times in quick succession before leaning forward in his chair and shaking his head. He knitted his eyebrows as he squinted at Shigaraki for answers.

"Baby what?"

Shigaraki snickered as his focus transferred to the live chat, his thousand-or-so viewers currently blowing up the inbox at the speed of a bullet train. The number signifying how many people were watching went up a slight amount as more people joined the stream.

"Nonono, you listen here," Ryouga pushed himself up from his seat before marching toward Shigaraki, who watched him approach through the camera rather than directly with his own eyes. The red-eyed man only grinned as the doctor gave him an incredulous look.

Quite the switch in expressions compared to their less amicable times with one another.

"Ryouga, it's fine, it's a fucking meme—" Shigaraki managed to explain between every other chuckle as he raised both hands in surrender, the camera angle disregarded as the screen now barely showed either of them fully, much to the dismay of the people watching. It captured a diagonally-warped perspective of Shigaraki's face as he looked at the off-screen Ryouga.

I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING :ANGR:

this is honestly hilarious i cant do this im gonna die today

PLEAS E

Nooo the videooooo

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he looks like he's getting an earful

All the viewers could experience from that point on was hearing Ryouga chuckle and go: "Oh no, I know. I don't keep up with online trends but I'm not that blissfully unaware of my surroundings!" He huffed, albeit overdramatically just to prove his point.

"You.. know? Then why the hell did you give me that look? I thought I upset you!"

"Well, I'm not 'baby girl,'"

A brief shot of Shigaraki's lips being pecked followed that statement, the culprit disappearing from sight as quick as they had committed the crime.

"You are."

"...I'm not sure you know what 'baby girl' entails." Shigaraki coughed into his shoulder, attempting to hide the blush creeping onto his face.

Oh my GOD

WIFE HIM UP APOLLO LMFAOOOOOO

nvm not an earful. mouthful maybe LOL

This was disgusting & I don't mean that in a good way smh

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!!!

I feel like i've intruded on a moment here

🫣🫣🫣

THEYRE TOGWTHER??_?_(?? AND NOBODY TOLD ME?_(_!()")?

Aww what a cute couple (is sleeping on the highway)

gay gay homosexual gay

@/ERĀ you and me when

Dudeee wtfff (do it again)

When is it my turn to be happy

wait WHAT is happening i literally thought apollo and hawks were still a thing help me

GET IT

Himegami slowly breathed out into her intertwined fingers as she deadpanned at her laptop screen.

What in the nine circles did she just watch?