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joohanisms · 10 months

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okay but like what about jooyeon and jiseok

likeeee they both have way too much energy and they’re both way too excited to do ANYTHING like both of them just have to have their hands on you at every possible second and there’s not even any pausing or one of them being more dominant than the other I feel like they would just egg each other on to see who can give you more pleasure

it would definitely be messy I feel like both jiseok and joo get a kick out of making a mess of you jiseok is more purposeful like he wants to see you a drooling, sweaty, sticky mess whereas I feel like jooyeon kind of unintentionally is messy with his partners but either way you guys are def going to need a bath afterwards

anon i've said this before but the moment i saw this in my inbox i got chills. you read my mind

threesome with jiseok + jooyeon 💭💫

cw: overstimulation, quick mention of nearly all types of sex (penetrative, oral, pegging, fingering, intercrural,), homoeroticism oops, jiseok likes making people messy, damn i need them wc: ~810

IF YOU THINK FOR THE SLIGHTEST SECOND. THAT IF YOU WERE DATING JISEOK HE WOULDN'T LOVE TO SHARE YOU WITH JOOYEON. OR VICE VERSA. YOU ARE WRONG.

i mean, if you're down, of course.

you put everything down so nicely!!!! i agree 100000% with you

first of all. we all know jiseok is into overstimulation.

so not only is he sharing you with his bff (and he's over the moon about it), he's also employing another pair of hands to wreck you. he's killing two birds with one stone!

and joo... my lovely joo

he's just SO excited. he probably has you cumming five minutes in because he's too impatient for anything right now

they're SUCH a duo. you can't catch a break. you never have less than two hands on you.

they DEFINITELY just egg each other on. they add fuel to each other's fire.

i can't even describe it – they're EVERYWHERE. boobs being kneaded, kissed and sucked to perfection, hands gripping your ass, mouths on your neck, your face, your cunt, open mouthed kissed to your lips only to drift lower, cocks between your thighs, brushing your tongue, teasing your entrance, fucking into you – you're getting the complete package.

joo is more favorable to eating you out, though. <3

depending on the ~vibe~, their hands might get so antsy they help each other out while they make you see stars, and it's so unbearably hot you have half a mind to just combust on the spot.

like... what do you mean jiseok has his hands down your panties but his mouth is on jooyeon's? what do you mean jooyeon is latched to your titty but he's jerking jiseok off? it's too hot. you're sure the room is burning.

your favorite homoerotic moment was that time jiseok was ramming his cock into you while jooyeon licked your clit – his spit dripping onto jiseok, his tongue brushing his cock, jiseok's hand tangled in joo's hair... good times

[whispers] ask them to buy you a strap on. they'll have one ready for you next time.

now drifting away from them x you... gang up on one of them.

order jooyeon to jerk off while you and jiseok watch. he'll get so shy and whiny, but will give you the most delectable moans and grins when you two finally touch him how he wants you to.

jiseok's first time taking it up the ass came from one of those situations – he laid on his stomach while you fucked him nice and loose; while jooyeon knelt behind you fucking you nice and loose.

fr i agree soooo much with the messiness and their dynamic in regards to it

jiseok loves runny makeup, tear tracks, spit and sweat shining against the dim light, sticky thighs and fingers, cum on your skin.

it's something about making you lose your composure – making you feel so good you can barely think about anything else. but also, it's about the visuals. it's about knowing he did all of that. anyway, he just thinks it's really fucking hot.

jooyeon is just a messy guy. now, he doesn't care about his own composure; he's making you feel good and it's not some drool that's making him stop. so what if you're sweating? so what if his hands are sticky with your release? he might just lick it up, honestly.

the kind of guy to tie his hair up so it doesn't get in the way of making you cum (and if he doesn't – he'll need a shower after he's done with you, anyway.)

so when they're together... it's honestly just joining the useful and the delightful.

joo will make a mess, jiseok will get turned on by it and make a bigger mess, joo will be even messier and it's a vicious cycle.

all of you will end up having to either bathe or shower. according to joo, there is a right choice... and it's showering so you can cuddle in bed quicker.

but then he tries to start another round in the shower? i see right through you, lee jooyeon.

on special occasions, you'll take a bath – it's cramped, but neither of you would have it any other way <3 except for the occasional "baby, my leg is falling asleep :-(" "could you please move your bony ass knee?" "stop moving around! you're jostling us!", etc.

well, at the end of the day, jooyeon might be right.

when you're all comfy on the bed, nice and warm on clean sheets, sandwiched between them, you can finally get the 5 hour nap you need and deserve. they tired you out pretty good; they always do.

p.s.: if you're not poly – only in a very good relationship with your boyfriend's bff – all you need to do for him to stay and cuddle is ask. some of the most delicious naps you've ever had were between them.

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quillpokebiology · 6 months

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Thanks to your blog, I've recently developed a fond love for bug types! I'd love to hear some fun facts on Cutiefly when you have the time

Thanks for the kind words! Glad you like bug types now too, since a lot of people are scared of them. Nice to have another person who loves them <3

Cutiefly Facts

(Art by Sarah Yager in Dribble)

-The scientific name for Cutiefly is

"Bombylius cerinthus" which roughly translates to "bee-bread bumblebee"

-While they share a lot of similarities to the Combee line, Cutiefly aren't actually related and Cutiefly are actually in their own family called the Bombyliidae family

-Cutiefly are most commonly found in gardens and meadows, making their homes with other Cutiefly and Ribombee. They don't make hives and instead will form small groups together in logs or tree hollows

-Cutiefly in Galar often fly over to Gossifluer, trying to take some of their pollen. Gossifluer don't appreciate this much

-Sometimes, Cutiefly will eat so much pollen that they fall asleep in the flowers

-The Cutiefly in Alola are the biggest as they have the largest flowers to eat from

-Cutiefly and Ribombee have the same aura sensing abilities of Riolu and Lucario, but they're a lot weaker and only work on things like plants and some of their trainer's strong emotions. Apparently, when someone is excited, their aura resembles a flower in full bloom, which leads Cutiefly to gather around them. Researchers are still studying how aura can affect other things as well, and if there's a way for us to literally see it, like Lucario and Cutiefly can

-Cutiefly are hunted by pokemon like Lurantis, Spinarak, Pineco, and practically all bird-mon

-Like Yanma, Cutiefly can fly forward, backward, and sideways, all while facing the same direction

-While they enjoy Pollen and Nectar, Cutiefly also enjoy foods that are high in sugar, like Gatorade and fruit punch

-Cutiefly often swarm around Butterfree in fear that Butterfree will eat all of the pollen. But, this is only trained behavior, and it is safe to have both a Cutiefly and a Butterfree

-Cutiefly will often lay up to 15 small eggs at a time (gotta produce a lot when everything is hunting you)

-Cutiefly have an aversion to any kind of water since getting wet can make them have trouble flying, which is their only means of escaping predators. They get water from the nectar and fruit juice they drink from

(Art by Himekamome on Deviantart)

If you're curious, here are some Ribombee Facts!

#quill pokefacts #quill awnsers #cutiefly #pokemon biology #rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #pokeblog #irl pokemon #pokemon #pokeblr #rotumblr #pkmn irl #pokemon roleplay #irl pkmn #pokedex #alolan pokedex

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mae-gi-writes · 1 year

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A TURN OF PRIORITIES . PART TWO | BANG CHAN

Synopsis: What happens when you and Bang Chan decide to fake a relationship for the sake of making your ex-boyfriend jealous? A turn of priorities, that's what.

PART ONE · PART TWO · PART THREE

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“We should totally go on a double date!”

You almost stumble over your feet in mid-walk, turning to send Minji a look that suggests she might have gone insane after all. “What?”

“A double date,” she chirps, an overexcited bird that buzzes with life, her tote bag in hand as you both make your way up the campus stairs, “it would be fun! Imagine going to the amusement park.”

A week has passed since the rumors about you and Chan had come about and to say that everyone was surprise was an understatement. You’d been part of the said ‘popular’ crowd for the sole reason that you had been on the cheerleading team in first year. That reputation had then followed you through till your final year. Chan, on the other hand, was completely anonymous and people were not hesitating to speak their thoughts aloud.

“Never thought he’d be her type.”

“You think he has money? Maybe that’s what attracts her.”

“If I knew I would’ve gone into Computer Science too.”

Back and forth those comments would go, to a point where you had half a mind to tell them off and give them a piece of your own mind. But Chan, the gentle soul that he is, merely grabbed your arm, gave it a squeeze, before shaking his head.

“It’s not worth it,” he always says like a priest devoting his soul to god, “trust me. It says a lot about them, it’s not about you.”

That, however, has brought about a new problem; Minji’s over excitement about the fact that you were finally getting together with the man that had been waiting for you all his life.

You don’t have the heart to tell her that it’s by far the most horrible fairytale you’re living in right now.

“When are you free?” Minji quickly scrolls through her phone to find her calendar, eyes already scanning the dates where everyone would be free from university assignments, “How about early December? That should work right?”

“I don’t know,” your heart can’t help but clamp up at the notion of spending the entire day watching Minho and Minji feeding each other stupid marshmallows from a stick, “I might not be free. I have to find a part-time job soon.”

“Please Y/N,” Minji places her palms together, eyes widening like a cat begging for food and you find it’s hard to resist her charm no matter how much you try, “pretty please? It’s my treat. I’ll pay for everything, I promise.”

In the end, you had no choice but to accept. It was either that or she would’ve invited you over for Christmas dinner with her family at her house. That simple image of you and Minho, with Mnji’s parents, in one room is embarrassing enough that you don’t even hesitate to agree.

Chan, on the other hand, isn’t too pleased about the matter.

“I don’t like amusement parks,” he complains that same afternoon. He’d decided to drop by after his biology experiments and is presently seated at your countertop as you dice the onions, followed by carrots, leeks, and lettuce.

You’re too lazy to cook an actual dinner, so you had resigned yourself to making some Chinese porridge with a fried egg. Easy and simple enough. And plus, Chan loves eating porridge.

“We don’t have to go on any,” you answer while stirring the rice, hot smoke flushing your face red. You glance at him over your shoulder, notice the stiffness in his shoulders that hadn’t been there yesterday, “what? Don’t tell me you’re not comfortable with amusement parks. They’re not that bad—“

“There are germs everywhere,” he cuts you off with glazed-over eyes as though he’s standing right there and seeing the nightmare unravel at his feet, “on the seats, in the toilet, on the railings where we queue up—“ he shudders, “no. No way. No thanks.”

“Come on,” throwing all the ingredients into the pressure cooker, you set the timer and close the lid before whipping around with determination, “you have to go. It’s part of the deal.”

“What deal?”

“The fake dating deal.”

“I said that I didn’t want—“

“You didn’t want to go to campus parties,” you interrupt him before he has a chance to speak and the way he bristles, you know you’ve won already by the guilt swimming in his eyes, “but you didn’t mention anything about amusement parks.”

Still, Chan doesn’t say anything. He looks away, picking at a scratch on the countertop that only he would notice.

“Come on,” you whine out, grabbing a hold of his arm and jiggling it around like a cat pawing its owner, “please please please. For me? Do it for me. Please—“

“Okay okay, fine!” He bats you away and you whoop in excitement. It’s too easy to take advantage of Chan’s kindness sometimes, but you love him for it, “thanks Chan.”

“You owe me.”

“Aw come on, I’m making you porridge!”

The weekend comes round all too soon and you find yourself on Saturday morning ditching your breakfast in favor of finding the perfect outfit to wear. This is a one in a lifetime chance to impress Minho and though it’s clear that he’s going out with Minji, that doesn’t mean you can’t flaunt yourself in his face and show him what he’s missing out on.

You’re debating between wearing a cute crop top without sleeves or a white shirt that can be tucked into your jeans when the doorbell rings. You pad out in nothing but your sports bra and said bottoms to open the door, only to have your best friend yelp bloody murder.

“Jeez Chan!” You quickly grab his forearms to pull him inside, rolling your eyes as you do so, “you’re such a girl.”

“Just put some clothes on,” he’s already got his face covered with his hands, turning away in such a gentlemanly manner that it makes you scoff.

“What? You don’t even have an ounce of curiosity as to what my body might look like?” You ask him, finally deciding on wearing the white shirt. Minho did have a preference for light colors, you remark to yourself absentmindedly.

Chan stutters at your question, “I—uhm—well I—“

You sigh, walk past him while tossing your jacket over his head, “you know what, don’t even answer that. I don’t want to know.”

The walk to the subway station is comfortable — as comfortable as it can be with your creamy wedge heels that you had saved for the occasion — and upon reaching the station, you only realize that it’s the end of the month when you’re greeted by a sea of people maneuvering through the tight space, pushing you and Chan away from each other as you jostle to stay close.

“It’s packed,” you remark with a huff when you manage to locate a spare ticket dispenser. Chan is right at your side, pressed up against you as you try to order two tickets as quickly as possible.

Chan groans, “I knew I shouldn’t have said yes to this outing. I’m going to regret it—“

“No,” you whip around, scowling, “you are going to have the time of your life, because you’re with me, and because we need to prove to Minho and Minji that we are the best couple this amusement park’s ever seen.”

“I don’t understand how this is related to your love for Minho,” Chan notes. The tickets are dispensed and you retrieve them from the slot before he leads you out of the line.

“Because,” your eyes scan the train schedule, identifying the right platform before moving towards it with purpose. Chan follows close behind, a hand closed around your arm, “I want Minho to regret having broken up with me.”

“Why?”

It’s only a mutter from Chan’s part and probably half-hearted at that. But it’s enough to set your veins on fire.

“Why?” You repeat back to him, eyes narrowed into slits as your mouth pulls down into a snarl, “because he fucking hurt me, that’s why. And to make things worse, he decided to hook up with my best friend.”

“You can’t choose who you fall in love with, Y/N,” Chan says gently, “maybe things weren’t meant to work out between you two. Maybe you would’ve been unhappy—“

“Oh and what would you know about dating?”

“To be honest, not much. But from what I know, I don’t think it’s doing you any good.”

“Oh whatever,” you roll your eyes, “I’m done having this conversation.”

“Okay, whatever you say Y/N.”

His quick acceptance makes your blood boil with silent rage. You hate how nonchalant he’s being about all of this. It’s obvious that he’s disconnected, for he does not understand the kind of quiet turmoil you go through every time you spot them together, laughing, having the time of their lives…

You had that too, once.

The ride to the amusement park station is quiet. Your head is adamantly turned away to the window, watch the landscape blur of trees, buildings and the city river zoom by in hopes that it provides enough distraction to calm you down. A pathetic attempt. Chan’s never been in your position, of course he won’t know how hard it is to see Minho flaunting Minji like she’s the most beautiful thing he’d set his eyes on. He doesn’t spend countless hours scrolling instagram to know where they are, what they are doing, whether she’s more fun than you ever were. He doesn’t look at himself in the mirror and wonder why in the world it wasn’t you. Why it never is.

You’re so deep in your mind that you barely realized you’ve reached your stop until you feel a nudge from your side. Glancing back to see Chan gesturing you forward, it takes a second for your legs to start moving. You fall into step behind a crowd of friends erupting in cheers and shouts, and quickly duck out of the way to find the exit.

“Y/N,” Chan’s quick to fall into step beside you, his hand reaching for your arm, “hey, can we talk—“

You brush him off, not in the mood to have such a conversation. Especially not in an amusement park, of all places.

But he’s more than persistent, grabs your arm in a firmer grip before twirling you around. His grip is firm, yet delicate. It’s only now you notice how careful he is, even when holding you.

You do your best to avoid his stare, but if there’s anything that one needs to know about Chan, it is that he’s persistent, “look, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I just said it because I don’t like seeing you sad and hung up on him—“

“What would you know?” You bite back. He’s hurt you, more than he must know.

The furrow in his eyebrows deepen, “I know that you’re just doing all this to get his attention, not because you want him back, but because you want to convince yourself that you were good enough, better for him than anyone else will ever be, and—“

His words cause you to double over as tears slowly dribble down your cheeks. Pushing him away with a soft sob, your body moves on its own accord to get away. You need to get away. You can’t stay here, it feels suffocating. Too many people. Too many eyes—

“Y/N,” before you know it, Chan’s arms lace around your waist, twisting you around despite your weak protests before one of his hands reach up to press against the back of your head, guiding you into the crook of his neck.

It’s enough. You let out another sob. Another, and another. And then, you’re silently crying, a steady stream of tears trickling down his shirt and causing a damp patch to appear along his chest and you have half a mind to pull away. But Chan’s grip is strong and firm, holding you still and allowing you to cry your heart out like you’ve never cried before. Not since your breakup with Minho.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you keep on repeating it like a mantra. Unsure whether that’s for Chan, or for yourself. Maybe both, “I’m so sorry—“

He shushes you, a hand smoothing over the back of your head to signal that there’s no need for talking. The action is so confident, so smooth and at ease that your muscles slowly loosen up, your body melting into his like a puddle of goo.

You’re not quite sure when your tears slowly dried up or when you’d stopped crying. What you did know though, is that Chan never let go, not once. You’re even met with slight resistance upon pulling away.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want another good cry? We can just say we both got sick and run back home,” he says and despite everything, it makes a small snort fall from your lips as you shake your head, “I’m okay, really.”

“Are you sure?” Unconsciously, his hand brushes away a strand of hair sticking to the corner of your mouth, and the way his eyes swim with concern suddenly makes you a little self-conscious, warmth spreading through your limbs as you nod and say that yes, you’re fine now. It had just been a little hiccup.

Just in time, your cell phone suddenly erupts with the final Naruto soundtrack, with you quickly scrambling to find the said device nestled in your shoulder bag.

“Yes, hello?” You’re a little breathless by the time you have the phone pressed to your ear.

“Hey!” It’s Minji, her voice loud and excited over the blurry echo of people in the background, “we’re already inside! Where are you guys?!”

“Oh, we just came. We’ll be at the entrance soon.”

“Okey-dokes!” She squeals, “see ya!”

You don’t notice you’re pulling a grimace as you end the call until you see Chan chuckling, “what?” You ask him as you start for the amusement park. The crowd of people has dwindled down, the morning rush hour now past its peak time and feeling the air rush through the underground tunnel is actually a refreshing change.

“Nothing,” his chuckles grow tenfold, “you have this face when you say something you don’t mean.”

“What face?”

“That face, it’s like you’re the kid who almost gets caught doing something bad, but ultimately gets away with it.”

“And you would know how that looks like, wouldn’t you?”

“This is how you say thank you after I almost saved your life?”

“What?! Excuse me? Saved my life? That’s an exaggeration.”

It’s crazy to think that merely five minutes ago had you bawling into Chan’s neck and now you were bickering like this moment never even happened. This was one of the many reasons why you loved Chan dearly. He never held anything against you, never changed for the sake of your mood. He was ultimately, unforgivingly himself, and you loved and cherished and respected him for it.

“Come on,” you say with a half-smile, “let’s go and show them who’s the real couple.”

———-

How things have changed from the moment you left the amusement park is still a newfound mystery. Had it been the moment where Minji had forced you to hold hands with him for the sake of the photographs? Had it been on one of the roller coaster rides where you’d gripped his hand by accident and hadn’t let go, even long after you’d gotten down and was wandering about looking for the next ride? Had it been when his competitive streak got the best of him while shooting ducks with Minho as his opponent? He’d won you a small goldfish plushie as a result of his success, and Minho had sulked quietly in his corner after that, which had brought you a sense of satisfaction as you gripped the plushie to your chest.

“This is not fair,” Minho had whined as you’d started walking back towards the subway station in the direction of the cafeteria, “how come you’re so good at this?”

Chan grinned, his face lighting up like a Christmas tree as his hand unconsciously went to link with yours, “determination.” He announced.

“I’m sure this thing was rigged,” Minho had kept on mumbling while his girlfriend had tried cheering him up by smothering kisses all over his face.

You’d turned your face away, more disgusted than hurt at the display of affection, and Chan had chuckled, before tugging you closer. The surprising action got you blinking up at him as your shoulders brushed, only to jolt upon feeling him tuck a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.

“You look like you just got out of a smoothie mixer,” he’d commented with an amused smile.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment,” you’d replied snarkily, not missing the way in which his thumb would stroke over your knuckles and causing another wave of heat to spread throughout your body.

Or maybe, just maybe…it had been at that very specific moment where Minji had forced you to admire Chan’s features as you two waited at one of the diner tables, the two boys by the bar and waiting to order drinks for the four of you.

“I always thought Chan was attractive. He just isn’t very social,” Minji had said.

You whipped your head to throw her a look, “what?” This had been news to you. Minji had never batted an eye at Chan.

“Well yeah. I couldn’t just say so you know, ‘cause everyone thought he was weird,” she shrugged, “but look at him. He’s actually not that bad if you ditch the geek look.”

You had to agree with her that Chan’s glasses didn’t do him any justice, nor did the way he’d tuck his checkered shirt into his too-large jeans as though he’d bought them two sizes too big.

But…now that you looked closely enough, he did have prominent features. Almond eyes, a strong nose and jawline accenting his angles, and a mouth so plump one would think he’d gotten them done.

You snapped back to reality, “no! That’s just wrong. We’ve known each other for such a long time. He’s like a brother to me—“

The words catch in your throat when you notice Minji’s frown, “But Y/N, you’re going out with him.” Her words had sounded accusing and alarm bells started ringing through your skull.

“I—I mean, yes! Yes he’s gorgeous isn’t he? I never noticed it myself. What I meant to say was—he was such a good friend that it took me time to see it, you know, his Cham,” you had said hurriedly. Sweat accumulated underneath your armpits. God. You were such a bad liar.

That had been enough to convince Minji, but it was clear that you had to be even more careful moving forward. Then there was also the problem of having to fake a break up when…

When what?

This is the dilemma that takes hold of you with such panic that you lay in bed, head buzzing with thoughts and feelings as you stare up at your ceiling. When exactly? What had you even been trying to provenanyway?

This is it. It’s all gone wrong because you’d decided to spend time looking at your best friend like he’s a stranger. And now you’re regretting your life choices.

The whole point of this relationship had been to show Minho that you were the better one, that you were the better girlfriend. But seeing him with Minji these past few weeks have taught you that the amount of happiness you’d given him had been nothing in comparison to the way his smile widened every time Minji was around. It’s the way there’s glitter in his eyes when she smiles and the way his eyes follow her unconsciously wherever she goes. It’s the gentle touches when he thinks no one’s looking, of the way he doesn’t hesitate to be of service when she needs him.

He’s never been that caring, that doting, with you.

A pang resonates through your chest at the realization.

Yes. Minho had loved you. But not nearly as much as he now loves Minji.

Why? What’s so wrong about you that’s unloveable?

Are you that bad? Are you not good enough? Will you never be good enough?

A buzz from your phone shakes you out of your existential crisis and, still sorting through the flurry of emotions in your chest, you extend your arm towards your nightstand, make a grab for your phone before squinting at the screen.

Chan: You up? I have something to tell you.

A frown settles over your face. What’s so important that he can’t wait till you see each other in lecture later that day?

Y/N: I mean…we are seeing each other in like thirty minutes.

Chan: It can’t wait, Y/N. It’s kinda urgent. Can I call you?

You dial his number. It takes him two seconds to pick up.

“Hey,” he breathes on the other end of the line. He doesn’t sound upset, which is a good start.

“Hi,” you shift, turn to the side to press the phone to your ear, “what’s up? What’s the emergency?”

“Well…” there’s a bit of stalling on his part. You hear him shuffle from one foot to another. And then, just as you’re about to be snarky and tell him to hurry up, the next set of words causes all your blood to freeze in mid-flow.

“Someone asked me out,” he chuckles as if he doesn’t quite believe it himself. You don’t quite believe it. Who would ask Chan out? Not that he’s not dating material, just not the type that girls on campus usually go for, “a girl from my industrial design class. Her name’s Eunchae. She’s really nice—“

“Wait—Wait hold on, what?” The words blurt out of your mouth before you can stop them, “you can’t! We’re still—we’re technically still dating!”

“We can just fake a breakup or something—“

“But I still need you. We haven’t finished—“

“Y/N,” Chan cuts you off. His voice is firm, solid. Unlike anything you’ve heard before, “Minho is happy with Minji. You need to realize that.”

Shame boils through you, “oh I’m sorry, I’m only trying to cope with the fact that I got chosen over and will never be good enough,” you snap, “but be my guest, thank you very much.”

“Look,” his tone is gentle when he speaks next, “you and Minho just didn’t work out. But that doesn’t mean you’re not good enough. The right person will be there for you, Y/N. If you let them.”

In reality, you don’t give a damn about Minho anymore. You don’t even care how much PDA he and Minji display around campus because someone else has stepped into your field of vision, and that person is blissfully unaware that you might be looking at them differently.

But who are you to stop Chan from trying his shot at happiness? It’s not fair for you to hold him back merely because of a fake relationship. Something in your heart tugs wildly and you try not to choke on your own breath as scenarios of Chan and this mystery woman flash through your mind like a movie on rewind.

“Y/N? You still there?”

Chan’s gentle tone brings you back to reality and you mumble out, “yeah.”

“Listen…just forget about it. It was a stupid idea to ask—“

“Go ahead.”

Chan splutters into a pause, “Huh?”

“Go ahead. Ask her out. Make plans.” You bite your lower lip. The sting of tears blur your vision, “I’m not going to stand in your way.”

“Are you okay?”

But you don’t answer. Instead, you cut off the call and then, as if a huge weight has fallen upon your shoulders, you start sobbing into the palms of your hands.

———-

A/N: Part 2!!!!

Part 3 will be coming soon!! This is just the beginning of all the fake dating fluff that happens so chapter 3 will have a lot of that. So stay tuned!!

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angel-of-the-moons · 1 month

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I’d love to request a sibling/roommates fic with Pavi Hobie and the reader if it’s not too much trouble! All 3 of them are so sibling coded. We all decide “fuck it the rent’s cheaper if it’s three of us LET’S BE ROOMMATES”. Some people think ‘oh that apartment’s gonna be trashed’, nope. We all have our respective chores and have a schedule on who takes the trash out. We love spending time at bedtime doing our own skincare routines and brushing our teeth together (callout for people that say that Hobie doesn’t bathe, that man is one of the CLEANEST fuckers out there). Definitely doesn’t stop the occasional argument of “WHO ATE MY LEFTOVER PIZZA?!” “WHO ATE MY LEFTOVER PALAK PANEER?!” “WHO ATE MY FUCKING LAST SCOTCH EGG?!”

Bugs In A Rug!

Platonic! Hobie Brown x Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader

TW/CW: None!

A/N: Sweetheart I am so sorry this has been backed up for so long, I plan on eating through some of my asks (again) So I can open them up. The ones I don't vibe with might get yeeted (I love you all as well as every request that comes in, but some stuff my brain just can't write! 😭)

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People said the three of you would make poor roommates. That your apartment would be chaotic, messy, and loud just because you were all young and close in age, and rowdy when the three of you goofed off.

Oh, they were wrong in their assumptions. Many looked at you and Pavitr and automatically suggested Hobie would make a mess of your apartment. Oh, no. They were so wrong.

You and Pavitr tended to be forgetful, sometimes leaving little messes in your wake that Hobie would either clean up himself, or flick a dish rag at the both of you until the mess was done with.

Oh, and the food situation. You all shared grocery funds; a sound suggestion that worked out well for your wallets. However... Then came the inevitable "who ate my snack?!" debacle. Pavitr in particular was very protective of his masala cashews--to the point he would actively count each little cashew and write the number on the bag.

A tad excessive, but his determination ratted you out as his "cashew thief".

Almost like how you found out it was Hobie stealing your frozen dinners, and how it was Pavitr stealing some of his jaffa cakes.

Right now, however was a simple, casual day. Hobie had spent the past two hours playing his guitar in his room (soundproofed, thankfully) and you and Pavitr were in your usual hamster pile on the couch, waiting for Hobie to join the two of you for your little communal movie night.

"Hooobieeeeee!" Pavitr said loudly, laying backwards over your side as you scrolled through your phone. "C'moooooooon! We're getting booooooored!"

"Oi, gimme a minute, you twerp!" Hobie called out from his room.

You snicker and wiggle around, purposefully messing with Pavitr's balance as he was draped across you like a lazy cat.

"Hey! Quit it! You're the pillow!" Pavitr laughed, rolling over to pinch your cheeks from behind.

"Nah, you're jush a heavy brat!" You giggle, finally turning your phone screen off as you roll over to try and start to wrestle with him.

Hobie comes out right as you have Pavitr's wrist held in your mouth, and he had your leg in an arm-lock.

Hobie, despite his usual punk aesthetic, was wearing a soft knit jumper that seemed a tad too long--even for his long, lanky frame--some loose sweat pants, and a pink and purple silk bonnet that contained his usually untamed mass of wicks.

He put his hands on his hips and frowned at you two. "Now who's actin' like a couple a' brats? Oh, wait, nevermind, it's always you."

"Hey! You're not funny!" You say, you and Pavitr releasing each other as you begin to reassemble your pile of pillows, blankets, and cushions.

"Oh, please, I'm hilarious." Hobie smirked, flipping you the bird (which you responded with both your middle fingers in return) as he walked into the kitchenette to prep the popcorn and pour out the sweet snacks for your movie binge.

Pavitr laid on his pelly and kicked his feet as he watched Hobie get ready. "Aww! You look so cute today!"

"Do not call me that!" Hobie warned, wagging a finger at him over his shoulder.

"But you do!" You giggle, waggling your eyebrows.

Hobie smacks the bag of popcorn into the microwave and glares at the two of you. "Hey, you two like to keep the damn place as cold as an ice box! I have to dress all warm just to live, you damn penguins!"

"Lizard." You and Pavitr both say without missing a beat. And immediately after you and Pavitr high-five and joke about one owing a pop to the other. Hobie just scoffed loudly and took the bag of popcorn from the microwave, shaking the bag up a bit so the butter spreads, and grabs the bottle of "movie theater butter" the three of you were so fond of.

You and Pavitr turn to the TV and you snatch up the remote, scrolling through films to watch.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Pavitr asked innocoently.

"There's this one movie--the dude in it sounds just like Miguel, I swear!" You say, signing in to your streaming profile to find said movie.

"Ugh," Hobie groans, plopping down onto the ground next to you and your tanned, golden-retriever of a friend. "If he acts like him, I just know the movie is gonna suck."

"No, no, no!" You refute. "He's actually funny and like, he's a pilot or something."

"Fine, fine." He sighed with a lazy smirk, holding the popcorn bucket out to Pavitr for him to grab a handful of the crunchy, popped treat. You meanwhile snagged one of the lemon drop creme cookies he'd set down in between all of you as the movie's opening credits begin to crawl.

It was your first time ever watching this "Star Wars" stuff.

#🌙 answered #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #Pavitr Prabhakar x you #Hobie Brown x You #Hobie x Pavitr x You #platonic!reader #roommates au

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missingexaltation · 2 years

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Another AU Fic idea:

Eddie gets put in a medically induced coma to recover because...well...he was practically dead. They shave his hair off as it's matted and covered in blood and upside down gunk. When he wakes up, he's the last one to be visited by the government to keep him quiet. He refuses to sign for hours, arguing with the suits until he's worn down.

Wayne buys a house. And furniture. And new cars. Nobody realises until Eddie comes back home and it's all ready for them both.

Everyone goes back to normal. Kids to school, teens to college, and Steve back to work. Eddie takes his time healing up, but gets increasingly restless. He suggests to Steve that they go on a road trip around the country instead of slaving away for The Man.

Steve turns him down because he doesn't like the idea of living in a van for months and using up his savings. Eddie plays his trump card; he's loaded, so they can stay in decent hotels and take their time and have fun. Turns out that arguing with the government meant that they paid him off handsomely to shut him up. Steve doesn't have to spend a cent if he doesn't want to.

So they go. They do the touristy stuff, the fun stuff, eat weird food and meet weirder people, but it's fun. Steve didn't realise just how fun Eddie is to be around, now that the weight of poverty is finally lifted and he can just be himself without always being on the defensive.

Steve lightens up, and Eddie finds that he loves being around this guy, the one that goes with the flow and is willing to try new stuff. The sarcastic, bitchy but effortlessly cool guy that Eddie had a crush on in high school (shut up no he didn't).

They egg each other on, have a lot of 'dumb boy' shenanigans, and after visiting state 45/50 or so, Steve kisses him. Steve's a dumbass, but he knows when someone's into him, and he makes a move, completely sweeping Eddie off his feet.

Things don't really change much until they get back to Indiana; they just share the same bed and make out a lot. When they get home it takes Wayne less than five seconds to clock what's going on, but takes the kids the best part of a month. Dustin isn't sure if he's happy or not, but Mike is devastated because...well it's Steve. The others are pretty cool with it, as long as they still get their rides.

The boys work part time for something to do more than anything, just waiting the time out until the kids graduate. Eddie buys his own place near Wayne's, and Steve moves in with him. They've been living together for months at this point, just on the road, so it's not like they're moving too fast.

Eddie's hair hasn't grown back that much, and nobody seems to really recognise him, or if they do they don't care. Steve loves it though, all proper little curls he can run his hands through. (he does miss the old bird's nest but he doesn't bring it up as it's a really sore point. He does, however, put Eddie on a proper hair care routine to stop it from frizzing.)

They're content. They have time to figure out what they want to do with their lives, and the cash to do it, but for now it's nice just to enjoy the peace, and each other.

#eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things au #the great steddie road trip of 86-87 #i just love the idea of steddie being dumb boys as friends before they get together #and love Eddie and Steve both being treated like royalty because they've both been through so much...they deserve it #also Wayne deserves early retirement and nice things too because he's an angel #(you can't tell me Eddie wouldn't argue to get SOME compensation after his life being wrecked so hard...for Wayne's sake if nothing else)

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angels--trumpet · 23 days

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Dairy Cow Yuji aus

Another repost from the bird app

Brain worms created by @funable-rainy and me talking nearly nonstop bout #goyuu aus!

Cw: feminization, mpreg, milk

Au where 🐯 is a dairy cow hybrid and 5️⃣ is a human and his best customer

Au where 🐯 is an independent dairy cow hybrid, and 5️⃣ is a prized bull hybrid

Cw: mpreg, lactation, feminization

🐯 grew up with his grandpa who was a bull, they own there own farm and made different dairy products usally getting milk from other farms since 🐯 was too young to produce.

🐯 is rare in that he can produce milk without getting pregnant but it's not a lot and gramps was getting sicker and sicker and they needed the money.

He tries different things to make his production heavier but he's still lacking, but one day 5️⃣ a human man comes across 🐯 tiny store in the market, takes a sip of the samples and is hooked.

He immediately buys the entire stock 🐯 had, overpaying the cow hybrid much to 🐯 surprise, when he tries to give some back but was told to keep the "change".

That's how 🐯 got his biggest customer.

5️⃣ praised 🐯 milk highly, getting many more customers for 🐯 in the process, it would be better if the man didn't take a majority of his stock which is hard won for him but the lack of stress About money made the milk sweeter. Soon 5️⃣ was sending over fruits and vegetables to have the hybrid eatting better so the milk quality would increase

It does but 🐯 tries to tell 5️⃣ that he doesn't need to do all this for him, that he's grateful to 5️⃣ but he can't keep taking his money like this.

5️⃣ is quiet for a bit then decides to just offer to buy 🐯 labor instead, making sure to pay very well for his work as a personal dairy cow for 5️⃣ and his clan(of one).

🐯 accepts after thinking about it ultimately deciding that he can get the bill for his grampas hospital stay paid for.

So 🐯 packs his bags and moves over to 5️⃣ estate, his grandpa is transferred to a better hospital nearby and 5️⃣ is given the opening to woo the hybrid. He later manages to impregnate 🐯 tripling the hybrid's production and making 5️⃣ savage about both the Milk and the fact that his new hybrid wife is pregnant.

They make a tiny store with the extra milk 5️⃣ can't drink (it's a lot) they make a lot of different sweets with it and 🐯 goes a few years being pregnant because his husband is a bit obsessed

🐯 was given the farm his grandfather owned after he passed away, 🐯 had many products, Eggs, fresh vegetables, sweet fruit but it's a lot of work for only one farm hard and such a large crop.

🐯 also felt it was time to start selling milk but he needed a bull for that so that he can start producing. 🐯 decides to go to a farm owned by a man called 🐻.

Who had told 🐯 that he had a free bull that is up to finding a mate to settle down with. The bull was immature and kind of mean but 🐯 really needed the extra hand and his seed so he accepted, Also took a wolf-dog named 🐺, whose father stayed on 🐻 farm. Giving the young wolf-dog a farm of his own to protect.

5️⃣ is a bit lazy at first but also enjoys showing off so he manages to do things pretty quick, slowly maturing more the long he stays with 🐯, But it's 🐺 who gets into the bulls thick skull of what a great gig he landed. He has a home, a strong potential wife, and lots of land to walk around in, as well as his meals cooked for him for free and all he has to do is give the cow his seed and work hard and it's his.

5️⃣ falls in love with 🐯 kind and hardworking nature as well as how much of a brat he can be when he wants to be, that was always the most fun to see for 5️⃣.

In the end, 5️⃣ and 🐯 mate, and 🐯 excepts triplets next winter but till then he's finally able to begin selling milk and dairy products while his bull takes care of the farm work. 🐺 also helps out but he spends a lot of time around 🐯 resting his head against his tummy like a big house cat much to 5️⃣ jealousy.

Extra bits!

🐯 does send 🐺 to visit his dad every so often, he sends him nice meals and treats to share with his dad ⛓️ who ended up on the farm after fighting with 📿 and 5️⃣.

📿 is a retired dairy cow who went through about 4 seasons before his confrontation with ⛓️ who hurt him in a desperate attempt to feed his pup 🐺. 5️⃣ had defeated⛓️ but not without gaining a big scare in return, he also found 🐺 around the outskirts of the farmland and brought him back to⛓️ who was given the job as a guard dog in return for safety and food for 🐺.

📿 and 5️⃣ don't get along well with ⛓️.

💉 is a special doctor for hybrids specializing in bovines.

🐻 is a human farmer who owns JJ Farms (lol)

⛓️ develops a crush on 🐯 and 5️⃣ hates him even more for it because that's his WIFE, not the giant mutt's eye candy!

🐺 also hates that his dad has a crush and keeps flirting with 🐯 who had quickly become the wolf dog's best friend.

🌹 is a human who sometimes comes over to buy fresh products because "Its better for my skin and hair". She becomes friends with both 🐯 and 🐺 and often gets discounts because 🐯 doesn't wanna charge her full price. The friendship discount lol

#goyuu #Angels Note Dump

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lazyneonrabbitt · 2 months

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MarchWeres prompt day 31

Celebrations

Daryl Dixon x Original female characters

A/N: The last prompt! It has been a ride, this first try at a writing event. I had fun!!

Preparations were in full swing now, within the walls of Alexandria.

The whole last week had been about today's celebration. Something for everyone including the kids.

The adults were gathering tables and lining them with cloths, taking plates, glasses cups and cutlery from their homes and setting the table. Others gathered bread, prepared thermos' with tea and brought pitchers of water to the tables.

Everything was on the way to be an amazing brunchlike meal. Inside the closest house, meats were prepared. Cooled and sliced or heated and put in sauce. Fresh greens and vegetables were placed in between the plates too.

All while the kids of the community ran around in search of the last piece of the celebration meal.

Eggs.

All of them had stayed busy yesterday, painting them all kinds of pretty colors.

Daryl had spent all week out in the woods to get as many different meats for this feast. He brought home a collection of birds, fish and some small game. He had his hopes set on a deer as well, but even with his enhanced senses he hadn't been able to sniff one out in the area. He was tired from being in his changed form day after day, but he found it important to have this one day of feeling normal.

He hoped to spend the day before with all the kids and assisting his wives with egg painting babysitting, but instead he spent all day in the creek, fishing for those last bits of the feast.

He had apologized about it throughout the entire evening but was time after time assured everything went well on their side and told how happy they were with what he had brought back.

"Come on, big guy." Tabby was the one on older Dixon-duty while Sherry went to put the kids to bed after the moms spent enough time scrubbing paint out of their furry paws.

Tabby took Daryl upstairs to find Sherry getting ready for bed already. She knew her partners would be up only a short while after Tabby left.

"Yer too good fer me, girls." Daryl's tired, gruff voice sounded quietly as one pair of hands unbuttoned his shirt and another undid the tie on his sweats and pulled them off his body. "You did amazing, bringing us so much food." They peppered kisses all over him and lead him to bed, each curling up against him on either side. "Everyone is gonna have a feast thanks ro your hard work." They kissed him goodnight, sharing a kiss over his chest too and making sure their hunter rested.

"How's the search going, Jude? Has RJ beaten your count yet?" The siblings were digging around the porch stairs, RJ bouncing as he found another egg and put it in his bucket. "Yeah. He's so good at this! Are you sure uncle Daryl hasn't taught him stuff?" Sherry only giggled at her as she leaned down and sneakily pointed out a yet unfound egg and gave the girl a wink before moving on to watch around the area.

Tabby was on the other end of the street, watching a set of fluffy rascals on their own egg hunt as she peeled one cracked egg for Willow to gnaw on while Hunter and Rose were on either side of someone's shrubbery and sniffing out the remaining eggs.

"Hey, no sniffs. That's cheating, Rosie.." Tabby volunteered to watch the pups and make sure they wouldn't either eat everything as soon as they found it, or sniff out everything and not leave any for the other kids. All of that while carrying around Willow in her arms, who held an egg between her paws and smacked loudly as she slowly nommed on her snack.

It wasn't long before all surveilling parents came back with the kids and all found eggs, the indicator of the feast ready to begin.

All the kids were seated inbetween the adults around the table and proud tales of egg hunting were shared all over the place.

If anyone would take pictures of this and show them to anyone outside the community they'd velieve they were tsken before the fall, but still here everyone sat together enjoying their easter sunday feast.

"Hunter, eat some bread too." Sherry handed her son slices of bread to put his meat on. "You need to eat other things too, nit just the tastiest stuff."

Rose sat on the other side of her, peeling an egg and stuffing it in her mouth entirely before downing a glass of water and moving on to put warm meat on a slice of bread and devouring that too.

"Wow, here I thought Hunter was the one with the apetite." Carol laughed behind her hand, finishing her bite of food.

"Let the girl eat! She needs the energy if she still wants to spar with me later." Rosita interjected, catching Rose's attention with the mention of sparring later.

"Yeah!" The pup exclaims around a mouthfull of food. "Go'a eat good!"

Daryl was proud of his little fighter girl. Such a fierce little kid.

"Hey, Lobo. Can you hold her for a bit?" Tabby had moved over to hand Willow to her dad. "I'd love to use both hands to eat."

Willow was gladly taken off Tabby's hands by Daryl, who only had a few bites left on his plate and shared those with her while Tabby ate her own meal.

Sherry watched how Daryl kept his daughter entertained with a piece of meat on his fork. Tabby joined in to stare at him skillfully dodging her grabby hands and keeping it out of reach with the sweetest loving smile on his face. Both moms kinda stopped eating, food hovering on varying degrees between their plate and mouths as they watched what was concidered the most beautiful scene.

Daryl could feel the stares and pauzed his movements, having Willow steal the last piece of meat off his fork and nom at it, pulling back Daryl's attention to her and feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. He wasn't used to being fatherly so out in the open in front of everyone, but it was clear everyone who saw the scene play out loved it. "Good job, Willow." Carol cheered from across the table. "And here I remember you worrying about being a shitty dad back at the prison." She continued her sentimental speech with love. "Did you ever think back then you'd be as lucky as you are now?"

Daryl took a moment to admire all he had, then. Willow in his lap, happily chewing away.

Sherry and Tabby, each occupied with one pup now, cleaning paws or just being happy together. It was perfect to him.

"Nah, tha' ol' me woulda told ya yer crazy fer even thinkin' tha." He softly booped Willow's nose as dhe looked up at him. "M'the luckiest. N' I love all'a my family."

#marchweres #sometimes i write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon x reader #twd daryl #twd #the walking dead #twd au #werewolves #werewolf #werepups tag #sherry tag #tabby tag

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the-martyrfication-of-the-matron · 2 months

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*hold gun cutely* Your turn to share headcannons for us to stea- take inspiration from

I find this so funny because there was a period of time where I only posted HCs… and it’s so weird bc damn I don’t do that anymore huh

A lot of my HCs have obviously changed in the 2/3 years I’ve been posting for this fandom, so…

Ahem.

If you ever want any SPECIFIC HCs, do ask, like I’m genuinely happy to offer any info you want. Anyways

DIVINE WARRIORS, because mfers keep talking about them.

TW, for like, sacrifices, and attempted child-murder/sacrifice... and child-on-mother cannibalism... if it counts as cannibalism when the child is a god.

They’re all gods or god-adjacent. Everyone talks about how they are making them not all gods, but fuck that man I find this fun.

They all reach their godhood in different ways, though. and godhood is something that is... complicated. fluid, even.

i'm just gonna talk about Shad (Judgement, in LR) and Irene, tho, bc otherwise this post would be mega fucking long. and i'm pretty sure i have a Kul'Zak ask anyways.

Y'know how people say 'the world is your oyster'? Well, the world is shad's egg. literally. He's the Draconic God of Death, and his entity was created in the belly (centre) of the earth, in heat and warmth and magma. He clawed his way out of the world, and this lore is mentioned in the prologue of LR, but his emergence from the core of the earth caused the earth to bunch up, and created mountains and valleys, and ravines. similarly to dropping a pebble into water, his emergence caused literal ripples. which is why most mountains and such are kind of in a radial pattern outwards from the 'belly of the world', which is just a huge fuck-off ravine. That said, not all mountains, because it's been thousands/millions of years since his emergence, and things do change. He was created as a god, before anyone knew what gods were. He was not the first being to exist, Early humans were around to witness his birth, but he is by far one of the most ancient. Hence why his followers call him 'the Ancient'.

Irene was born a god, though she was birthed by human parents. It's a whole situation, really, very lengthy. More about her mother than it really is about Irene. But she was born during the emergence. Her head crowned as Shad's emerged from the earth, and when he had fully freed himself and laid upon the cool ground, Irene was put into her mother's arms. Her and Shad are perfectly the same age, born at the same exact moment, to balance each other out. It's unclear which one sparked the creation of the other, but it doesn't matter. Both were born bloody and screaming, made to match. Irene was, however, not born looking human. She was a creature from day one. And she was ugly asf too bc like, she's feathered in her creature form, and have you ever seen fresh baby birds? Them mfers ugly. So, reasonably, her parents' people went 'aa' and decided to sacrifice her to the juvenile god of death bc they have volcanoes now, they can do that. However, Irene's mother was fiercely over-protective of her, and instead hid her in the woods to keep her out of the grasps of those wishing to harm her. She meant to go back and get her, so that she could find somewhere safe for her, but Irene's mother kind of got caesar'd (happy ides of march for two days ago), for trying to keep the fucked up little thing she birthed. Her body was dumped into the forest, and Irene ended up finding it and going 'oh a snack'. so... that's fun. However, as is how blood magic works, when one of magic consumes the heart of another, they consume their entirety. It was how Irene claimed a human form, by eating a human heart, and whilst it wasn't particularly an instantaneous transformation, it also lead to her becoming a mother. If not for eating her own mother's heart, she never would've had the maternal traits that ending up characterising her for most of her existence.

half of the irene stuff wasn't even info on how she became a god lmao, just 'oh she was born that way... also she ate her mother lmao'

#could get into the metaphors but nahhhhh #tw cannibalism #tw sacrifice #tw attempted child murder #aphmau #aphverse #aphblr #rewrite #minecraft diaries #mcd #ranthredo #Lycoris Radiata/Ranthredo #maybe i should make a 'ranth lore' tag

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golden-eye-ramblings · 3 months

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Agito Tyrone Headcanon Dump Part 1

This was mostly spurred from how little content and context there is of this guy so I’m sharing these as a way to ignite the signal flare, enjoy y’all. Gif credit to @fallinblossoms

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Agito Tyrone

Height: 6’2/188cm

Age: 22

Birthdate: February 21st

Sign: Pisces

Gender: AMAB

Pronouns: He/It

Sexuality: It’s Complicated

• Chosen by Artemis. Goddess of the wild, the hunt, vegetation and of chastity. Although he rarely calls upon her or uses his thirds due to how unstable she is.

• Vegetarian. Fish and eggs are fine but he detests eating any regular meat or meat product. Save for when he’s getting groceries to feed his pets.

• Aside from Hippo-tan, he also owns a domesticated dodo he rescued from an illegal dodo trade. Dodos have no natural predators so they become too accustomed to the presence of humans to be released into the general wild, so he adopted one and has plans on relocating the rest to a proper environment.

• Lives in a relatively cozy house(read incredibly lonely feel, I’m talking single chair for one person at the dinner table, couch and minimal decorations save for pet items he bought for Hippo-tan and the dodo. His bedroom has a similar lonely feel although he has a dresser and closet with all his favorite torture instruments on display).

• Contrary to popular belief, Hippo-tan is not just a pet dragon. I like to believe he’s actually a special kind of service animal used to regulate Agito’s magic. Similar(ish) to Tsurara, Agito’s magic is rather unstable. So Hippo-tan acts as a familiar in order to balance and control the output(hence how he’s able to seemingly transform and control his size and attacks at will, also free emotional support dragon).

• Early bird. Regardless of how late he stays up he will get up at 6am on the dot.

• Frequent church goer. Occasionally stays after sermons to help out and do charity work. Although were it not for his status as a Divine Visionary, his presence usually isn’t welcomed.

• During his time in the Bureau of Magic he helped set up a menagerie/zoo of exotic and endangered magical creatures. And yes he does volunteer when he can, it’s always a surreal surprise for the other staff when they see him.

• Despite his rather quiet demeanor and the rumors surrounding him(and his unique proclivities), he’s actually quite nice. Although most of his kind acts around the bureau go unnoticed, he’s ok with that.

• In terms of closeness to the other Divine Visionaries, he is closest with Renatus and most friendly towards Tsurara. He’s on amicable terms with Sophina, neutral with Kaldo and Orter, and negative terms with Ryoh. He’s yet to properly approach Rayne, but it seems the two are content with keeping their distance from each other(although he is curious about the rabbit rumors…).

• His mother and father are both alive and well, though it seems he’s not on good terms with them…

• Aside from regular tomatoes, his favorite dish is bouillabaisse.

• Favorite drink is water. Yes, just water. If he has to attend the Bureau of Magic drinking parties he’ll settle for a cheap ale or wine as to not get egged on by his coworkers. He’s not a very exuberant person.

#agito tyrone #mashle #mashle magic and muscles #ryoh grantz #orter madl #sophina biblia #tsurara halestone #renatus revol #kaldo gehenna #rayne ames #yes I’m tagging all the divine visionaries I intend to spread my pro Agito gospel to everyone #I see you Orter and Rayne fans #I offer religious trauma man #mashle headcanons #yahoo first official post weee

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for-a-longlongtime · 4 months

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We lost our baby girl Idgie yesterday. She’d just turned four years old - such a special little cockatiel. Born right before COVID hit, and due to her odds not looking good when she was born we quite literally hand raised her. She bonded really closely with us and just had THE biggest personality (there was a reason we named her Idgie/Imogen after the character in Fried Green Tomatoes 💚) - not to mention she was smarter than any of our other birds combined.

Her favorite things in the world were iced tea and iced water (we never understood that! Silly girl) — if she even heard/saw us with a pitcher or putting ice in a glass she’d come running or flying over, and would take so many little sips. Basil flowers/seed pods were her special thing whenever we grew it in our yard, she liked eating sauerkraut, anything crunchy, almost anything green, scrambled eggs. Most days you would always find her hanging out on our shoulder or head, and whenever my partner and I worked from home, her favorite spot would be on our left knee UNDER (wut) the desk. She’d almost always come hang out with us whenever we made any food / were in the kitchen, sitting in her favorite spot on top of the fridge or the ceiling fan. What a girl.

She kept having two kinds of severe health problems that the vets couldn’t quite figure out or resolve, only able to treat her when it happened again. When one of the bad bad things happened last time, we knew that if it occurred again we would have to have her be put to sleep — it was just so much physical stress on her little body, not to mention that treatment with meds etc was really unpleasant for her. It was the hardest decision to make yesterday but the right one. My partner and I have always said that if something were to happen to us that would severally destroy the quality of life (we’ve sure seen that happen up close with my mother in law being sick for over 12 yrs), that we wouldn’t want it to be prolonged ‘just to hang in there/for not being able to let go’, and that was the best thing we could do for Idgie, too.

I can’t even begin to express how fucked up we are over this. We’ve lost two of our birds due to (different) illness in the past five years - their little bodies/lives are so so fragile -, but her loss is by far the most devastating. Can’t even believe she won’t be hanging out on my shoulder or knee anymore.

Do your pets have their own song (or are we just weird)? Hers was “Baby Love” by The Supremes, but we’d change the title to “Idgie love” when we’d sing it to her. (Yes, obv we also had a variation on the chorus that was just about her, what do you mean you don’t customize songs for your pets? 😅) Whenever she’d hear the first bars of that song, she’d always get really excited because she knew it was ‘her’ song, I shit you not.

(During her first Thanksgiving she somehow managed to land/fall into the cheesecake we had just made, leaving her - feather and foot - imprint all over it. We quite literally had to hold her upside down under the tap to clean her and then blow dry her, see last pic. So obv I had to decorate the cheesecake accordingly).

How lucky we were that we had her brighten up our lives daily for four years. What a blessing. We’ll miss her every single day.

#pet loss #Idgie love

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Herb Guide for Warrior Cats: Epilepsy

Requested by an Anon!

A guide to providing treatment to a Warrior Cat OC with epilepsy. Still requires a bit of a leap in logic as nothing can replace our friend phenobarbital, BUT, if you would like herbs and strategies for managing a Warrior’s epilepsy, this guide is for you.

I researched herbs historically used for epilepsy, chose plants growing wild in a ‘common’ clan biome (temperate Europe and North America), and removed things that a cat could not use. Because of the nature of epilepsy, I also delved into some other treatments and strategies your medics can use!

So, keep in mind, this guide is written for a Clan doctor treating an epileptic cat. NOT from the perspective of a patient who has it.

I would recommend doing extra research into first-hand accounts of what it’s like to live with epilepsy when creating your patient character.

Disclaimer Time! I tried to filter out as much ‘quackery’ as possible, but remember that I am not a vet nor do I have formal training in pharmacognacy. You are also not a vet. This is for fake battle cats. LOOK AT ME. YOU WILL NOT USE THIS ON YOURSELF OR A REAL ANIMAL.

Below the cut is:

What is epilepsy?

Diagnostics

Non-herbal treatments

Managing the different types of seizures

Preventative herbs

What is epilepsy?

‘Epilepsy‘ is the broad term for dozens of different disorders, resulting in recurring epileptic seizures. A warrior could be born with it, develop it over time, or get it after recovering from brain injury (stroke, infection, head trauma, etc).

Epilepsy also varies wildly, and can be so mild it’s hard to detect, or so severe it could put the cat in too much danger to do warrior duties at all. For most cases, however, the warrior would still be able to do normal tasks* as long as they don’t hunt or patrol alone.

* = Head injury and stress from fighting can worsen epilepsy. Going on battle patrols is a risk the warrior must be made aware of.

Diagnostics

So before anything else, your medic will want to identify what triggers the seizures, if anything. There isn’t always an identifiable trigger such as a flashing light/quickly moving object, but seizures can be made worse by stress, lack of sleep, or hunger. Taking note of the warrior’s state preceding a seizure would be extremely helpful for treatment.

Does Wheatwhisker seem to have more seizures when she’s doing certain activities? When she has one, did she sleep well the night before? What has she been eating lately? She may be able to feel it coming-- including sudden intense emotion, an oncoming headache, hot or cold sensations, so on.

Like dogs, cats can detect oncoming seizures. A good medicine cat would take note of all the behavior before its onset to reduce their frequency.

NON-herbal treatments

Once correlation and causes have been identified, the medicine cat should have some lifestyle changes to suggest.

For example, Wheatwhisker has more seizures when she is tired, so the medic prevents her from going on dawn patrol. They’re sometimes triggered by the fluttering of bird wings, so she’s been told to hunt small mammals instead.

A change in diet can also reduce the frequency of seizures. Fatty foods specifically, such as red meat, eggs, and large fish. Trout and carp would be the two easiest* things for a warrior to hunt on a regular basis-- though if the given Clan can’t catch those, it may be worth it to consider trade with another group.

* = If your warriors can cook with fire, fat drippings can be cooked back into the epileptic warrior’s meals. This would make the special diet much easier to prepare than always catching specific prey.

Managing the Different Types of Seizures

Generally there are three types of seizures- ones localized to a specific body part, ones that may seem like “daydreaming”, and ones that cause the well-known convulsions. Less severe seizures are more common.

Seizures do not usually cause pain on their own, except for fatigue in the muscle or headaches. Injury is sometimes caused by external forces, such as slamming against something during a convulsion, falls, tongue biting, or hitting sharp objects.

After any seizure, nausea or a headache may develop-- feverfew will soothe headaches, mallow or fennel will soothe stomachaches. Even if the Epileptic warrior does not take regular medication, the cannabis and valerian root mentioned in the ‘preventative herbs‘ section can be taken on occasion to help the warrior relax post-seizure.

-Localized

One part of the body (leg, head) seizes or convulses. Can usually be self-managed by the warrior, loss of conscious is uncommon. Rest in a quiet area would be the best treatment afterwards. If the muscle fatigue is bad, kneading the limb will help.

-Daydream

The warrior will seem suddenly ‘absent,‘ like they’ve left their body, for typically less than 15 seconds. They may simply wobble and stare ahead (even pausing mid-sentence), or seem to ‘faint‘ and fall over, but in any case they will not remember the seizure. Prevent them from falling on something dangerous, if this seems likely.

In many cases the warrior will just be able to keep going about their day in a few minutes, or even immediately. If not, just like before, let them rest in a quiet area.

-Convulsions

A panicked cat may make convulsions worse by fearfully running around as a seizure starts-- if a warrior MUST be prevented from doing this, it’s VERY important that they are not completely pinned or restrained. JUST kept laying down. Do NOT attempt to stop the convulsions themselves.

Such a circumstance will be extremely rare in a Warrior Cat setting, where the cats are capable of reasoning like a human. There may be a situation where an epileptic cat needs to be brought out of harm’s way-- that’s fine.

Clear the area of anything sharp or hard that the convulsing warrior could hurt themselves on, like stones, or brambles. Roll them onto their side, if they aren’t already. Lastly, cushion their head with something soft, like moss, if possible.

After the seizure is over, the warrior will probably be disoriented and confused. Don’t overwhelm them or offer food or water until they’re fully alert again. Once they do, they might have partial paralysis, nausea, muscle soreness, a bitten tongue, or any variety of symptoms. Just like before, bring them to a quiet area to rest.

If your warriors wear restrictive accessories, such as belts or collars, the medicine cat will remove or loosen them during a seizure if possible.

-what NOT to do

There’s some harmful ideas out there you may have encountered, so here’s some things to keep in mind your medics would NOT do to treat a cat having convulsions:

They would NOT pin them down (this even happened in the books once yikes) Why: This could cause injury to both the restrained, and the restrainer.

They would NOT put anything in their mouth Why: Could damage their teeth or jaw, it does not prevent them from biting their tongue. (also; while tongue biting is common, it is a total myth that an epileptic will choke on/swallow it)

They would NOT start firing out questions as soon as the seizure is over Why: The warrior will likely be disoriented, and not in a state to answer properly. Give them a minute.

Preventative Herbs

Once a seizure is happening, it will have to play out. Warrior cats do not have the medical capability to stop one once started. The anticonvulsant herbs here will help to reduce the frequency and severity of seizures... but they can’t eliminate them entirely.

Anticonvulsants will need to be taken on a regular basis. Stopping these suddenly will cause dangerous side effects; if the warrior’s epilepsy isn’t severe, or herbs are a scarcity for your Clan, it may not be the best choice to medicate them.

Chamomile

Common, and naturalized all over the world. In high doses, this herb will poison a cat. Careful preparation is required to make it safe for the epileptic warrior-- it needs to be steeped in water, like tea*. The leaves should not be eaten.

* = If your cats don’t have fire to brew tea, that’s fine, it can be soaked cold.

This herb also has a side effect of drowsiness. It may make the warrior lethargic and less responsive.

Cannabis

Cannabis is a golden herb for a thousand reasons, it can be made into rope, paper, cloth, oil... but, the thing of note here is CBD oil. Cannabis grows wild all over the world, but ESPECIALLY in North America-based Clans (where it’s called Ditchweed)

Ditchweed has high CBD content, and low THC content. This makes it safe for your warriors (and also prevents them from getting high). Your cats will NOT smoke it, which will damage their sensitive respiratory systems, they will eat it like a standard herb.

Because cannabis is a depressant, this treatment is best for warriors not involved in active tasks. Epileptic warriors that prefer calm, camp-related activities will use this herb. Den-building, tunnel digging, helping the medics, crafting if your Clan makes accessories, so on.

Valerian Root

Known as a sleep aid in humans, Valerian has VERY interesting effects on cats; this is the only Epilepsy treatment that can avoid lethargy entirely. However, in contrast to cannabis, valerian will mostly be found in Europe-based Clans.

(with both, however, it is possible to find each in the other continent.)

Valerian Root has catnip-like effects, perking a warrior up and often filling them with energy. There are some cats for whom this herb will act like cannabis, calming them down, but if there’s a choice, the Epileptic warriors who enjoy active tasks will prefer this herb. Hunting, fighting, patrolling, so on.

#If you know something about epilepsy that I missed please let me know!#I'll add it right away #Especially if you have epilepsy or help someone else manage it #I don't have anyone epileptic in my life so I just tried to do good research #I also tried to boil it down to the simplest terms possible with the idea it's a practical OC writing guide in mind #So that's the reason I didn't explain cluster seizures or what a grand mal is; or primary vs #-secondary epilepsy. I tried to avoid putting too many terms into it.#Focused on treatment alone #Clan Culture #Clan Herbs #Warrior cats #Herb guide #Seizures #Epilepsy

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Hey pooks, how was your day? Hope it was good!! I was wanting to ask if you can do an Ezekiel x jealous Yandere gf? Like she has the personality of Alice Liddel (from Alice Madness returns) please and thank you!!

Drink lots and eat healthy

-Yandere Anon

Hello! <3 my day has been great, thank you so much for asking and for your generous reminder to stay well! I hope you‘re having a marvellous day yourself and you too are taking care of yourself.

Thank you for the request!💜

EZEKIEL X JEALOUS! YANDERE! GIRLFRIEND! READER HEADCANONS

You had grown up with Ezekiel and done all things you could imagine living in the country with him- rolly polly down the hill, tie a worn out tire to a tree, play hide and seek, raise bunnies together!

With no existing blood ties of your own, it was a delight to be welcomed by the Miller family and share the goods you grew.

Example, Ezekiel’s family was responsible for the eggs, milk and wool, you were responsible for reaping vegetables and fruits.

Such as now, where you had circled around your field margins, with fragile hands clasping onto every matured berry, every ripened crop, every fallen apple, into your weaved basket.

“Yooo (Y/N)!”

It was meant to be midday, yet here Ezekiel was, out of his homeschooling lessons to be out on your field.

Could it have been bunking or a mini holiday? Either way, you don’t complain; a smile instantaneously capers on your lips as you rush out from your hedgerows to greet him,“Ezekiel, hello! Hello hello, my love!” you see he is just as happy as you, which is quite rare!,“Say, what’s gotten you so happy today? Is it because of me? You’re happy because of me, aren’t you? Aren’t you? Aren’t you?”

“That’s a given yo.” your heart flies like a feather,“Guess this! Zeeke’s got it in the gaaame! I’m gonna be on tv and rock itt!”

Your eyes widened. Ezekiel? On TV?! He’s gonna be famous!?

“Yep!” he nods, picking up one of the apples from your basket,“That new reality show Total Drama something is gonna be my starting point in the world of awesomeness!”

“...A reality show? Total Drama?” your enthusiasm sucked away, killed like the flowers you plucked from the bush.

Ezekiel was planning on going on a reality show for some time and he didn’t tell you? Why didn’t he tell you? Is there something he’s hiding from you? Is there someone he doesn’t want you to know?,“Who else is gonna be there?”

“Dunno.” he shrugs, taking a clean bite of the apple that wore a crown of water droplets,“Twenty one other dudes that’ll I only know when I get there.”

“...Can I come with you?” it was a risky question, but who said the chances were completely zero?

He spits out a seed to the side,“Sorry holmes,” your heart stung,“I don’t think it’s possible. Unless you sent something in, they won’t let you on, know what I’m saying?”

“...Okay.” That’s fine, right? I mean, it is just for a show, right? A show without you. Where he’d be surrounded by different people every single day. Different girls, different guys... Could it be possible for any of them to overthrow your placement in his life in that time? No... Ezekiel wouldn’t get over you that quickly. It’s not possible for him to find someone else he likes he does you, right? So soon? It’ll be fine, won’t it?,“Um... How long will you be gone for?”

“Eh, probably the whole summer.” he said like it was no big deal.

W-Whole summer?!

“You can’t! Not for the whole summer!” Dropping your basket to cage his being in your suffocation, you screech,“You'd no sooner tell me you want to break up! Break me up... Do you not know how much I need you...? Without you, I have nothing holding me back from ripping my hair out of my scalp to bear the loneliness... Don't go... Don't go..."

Ezekiel was used to these outbursts, so he let you replace your scent with his for a little longer in the windy silence before he assures,"Chiiiiill bird, you know I’m not gonna break up with you. It’s just one summer eh? It’s not forever.” after you let him stand on his own, he begins to bend down by your feet to restore the fruits that had bounced out of the basket back in,“Besides, if we’re gonna move to a better place, I’m gonna need to win the money for you and me. I finally get to be a man providing for the missus!”

“That’s true...” you knew Ezekiel’s parents had tried their best to give him the best traditional homeschool a kid could know, so one day, he could go to the city- The possibilities of work were very scanty here and the transport system wasn’t the best... It takes hours just to get to the nearest supermarket. All the more work on you to grow your own food... Not to mention, everyday with him was already like a summer day,“I don’t care where we live. We could live up on a tree or under a bridge. As long as you’re with me, I’m happy. I’m complete. Who knew every word that comes out of your mouth could be as nourishing as food?”

“You know no other gal could be as cool as you are.” he stands up again,”I’m always gonna have space for ya riiight here.” there he lays his hands on his chest.

His comment had tranced you into giggles, and fingers into fiddling with your apron. An urgent need to get that old junk of channels and screen working again smothers your thoughts,“...Tell me more about this show.” you have to make aware of your rivals.

It’s been a whole year and Ezekiel’s teacup was still full.

In spite of that, you had kept pouring his portion of tea. Your tablecloth was wet, dripping to the floor with the substance that was once so warm.

Don’t panic (Y/N). There’s no way Ezekiel would run away from you. That’s not Ezekiel. You know Ezekiel, you love Ezekiel!

So...why isn’t he here-

You had thought if you kept doing the things you did, he would come back.

Who stole you away from me?

You stand up from your chair. The grandfather’s clock chimed its ancient cry.

Were you at home this entire time? If so, why wouldn’t you tell me? Who has been keeping you busy?

Nobody, it would seem.

His parents were just as troubled as you were.

“You mean... He hasn’t come back at all?” While you didn’t go inside, from the corner of your eye, you had caught something damning on their dinner table.

Are those...missing posters?

They’re missing posters...

Ezekiel’s face is all over them.

You walk back to your cottage with a heavier mind.

...

Ezekiel didn’t elope.

Something had happened.

Something savage.

Something irreversible.

You clash the walls of your teeth against each other and your neck went dry.

What did you do to my baby?

He had taken away the one thing that made getting out of bed worth it everyday.

The thing that composed a smooth life.

The thing that made blood have a sweeter colour.

Stepping out of the dinghy, you scrape your shovel across the collapsing floorboards of the dock.

I’m here, you smiling bastard. Ready or not, here I come.

#tdi #tdi x reader #total drama #request #td ezekiel #total drama ezekiel x reader #total drama ezekiel #yandere reader

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