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sebscore · 1 year

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Can I request a Gen-Z driver fic where she straight-up DROPKICKS Christian Horner in public after he makes some really sexist comments abt her?

Cuz if this man isn’t gonna get humbled IRL, might as well do it in a fic😂

A MAN’S WORLD

pairings: (indirect) christian horner x driver!reader / lewis hamilton x driver!reader

warnings: sexist comments. mentions of christian horner. mention of an orgasm.

author's note: this one's not really a funny one, cause I went the more realistic route with it, i fear. I still hope you like it, though. I might do a 'comedic' version in the future, because i agree as well that horner should get humbled by someone (although toto is doing quite a good job)

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''What's your opinion on Christian Horner stating that more girls are getting into F1, because of the good looking drivers?'' The reporter's question echoed through the room, cameras ready to capture her reaction as the words left his mouth.

Being asked about misogynistic comments that people in the sport made had become a regular thing in the press conferences ever since the young woman entered the Formula 1 world.

On one hand, it had become tiresome. Some men just wouldn't stray away from their sexist thoughts, no matter how many successful women would climb their way through the ranks. On the other hand, Y/N felt like she owed it to every single woman and young girl out there to defend them against these conservative men. Many women before her had proven that this wasn't a men's world and for as long as she'll live she will repeat that message.

''Young girls and women have always struggled to be taken seriously in the motorsport world, and for a team principal of a highly-regarded racing team to say that the only reason they watch this sport is for the handsome drivers? I find that quite insulting. There are many reasons why women are interested in the sport. Sure, there are people who got pulled into this world, because they found some of the drivers good looking, but why should they be shamed for that? They're the ones showing up to races and the ones who buy the merch. I know he has apologized for his comments, but I think we all know how much of that he meant.''

The lack of emotion on the woman's face and in her voice was a rare sight for the drivers and reporters. Perhaps it showed how fed up she was and how tired she had become of having to answer these questions. It hadn't been the first time the Red Bull Racing team principal had expressed some serious sexist comments.

Her welcome into Formula 1 had been a polarized one. The drivers had been supportive and many people were delighted that after such a long time there was finally a woman in the beloved sport, one that had talent that matched the ones of her competitors.

But where there is support, there is hatred. In her first ever press conference, Y/N was asked to comment on an interview that Christian Horner had done where he was asked about the woman and her arrival to Formula 1. ''The first time I saw the girl I thought that she was one of grid girls,'' he laughed, ''it's definitely going to be tough for her, entering a man's sport.''

The rookie knew the question was going to be brought up and she answered with the response her team had drilled into her. ''No comment.''

It was sad how after several years things hadn't changed, the comments were still the same and the people who made them still hadn't learned their lesson, simply being patted on the back for their mistakes.

''Do you find the handsome drivers distracting during your race week?'' Another journalist asked her, his pen ready in his hand to note her response.

Y/N looked to her side, finding Mick and Lewis already frowning at the man. ''Oh, yeah! It's super distracting when I look to my side and find a helmet there. It just riles me up, you know?'' The sarcastic comment earned her laughs and chuckles from several people in the room, happy she could show everyone how ridiculous the question actually was.

Not too long after the press conference was over, to all the drivers' amusement. Lewis caught up with the young woman as they walked out of the room. ''You handled that well, I really loved what you said.'' He squeezed her shoulder, a soft smile on his face.

''Thanks, it's just so- ugh, tiring.'' Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes.

''I know, darling. I was there was something I could do, but I'm afraid that the two of us are in the same boat.'' Lewis could relate to the discrimination she experienced because of who she is.

''Like, yeah, you all are handsome individuals, but it's not that I get an orgasm every time I see any of you.'' Her comment made Lewis giggle, her bluntness never failed to make him laugh.

''And out of all people, Horner should be the last one worried about his good looks bringing interest in the sport.''

#f1 fic #f1 fics #f1 x reader #formula 1 fic #f1 x oc #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you

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rugggie · 9 months

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"SCARY CAT!"

My school bus graveyard obsession has come back, and what better way to indulge it than writing abt it🤞

Sbg Drabbles... my favorite characters x fem! Reader

LOGAN FIELDS.

You and Logan have been friends forever, forever being since middle school, 6th grade to be exact. So You've been though a lot of each other's cringe phases, relationships, family issues, drama.... So it was no wonder you guys were so close, what you didn't expect was to be going through this together. Every single night since the savannah field trip was like hell, Roman eating creatures trying to kill the 8 of you, running like your life depends on it, being scared to go to bed at night, not being able to tell anyone.

And now to make it even worse.. you just watched the side of your best friends stomach get scratched open.

"H-how bad is it.." Logan chocked out though sobs, while everyone just looked at it "why aren't you guys saying anything?! It's bad isn't it, it hurts I'm scared!" He said in obvious panic.

You walked over to him sitting down in front of him "no, you're good bro." You spoke calmly smiling, lying to his face.. even though on the inside you were also freaking out. You took your hand cupping his cheek, and wiped his tears away.

He was still crying, like a lot but he was definitely calming down. "Ashlyn, can you pass me the pain medicine?" You said, still trying to keep your composure.

"Mhm, here.." he said passing you one of the pills, you took it out of your hand offering it to Logan "here, take this it should make it hurt less..."

Logan didn't say anything, he just nodded his head and swallowed the pill..

"Hey, Logan remember that one time in like 8th grade..." you paused scooting into a more comfortable position "..where you got in trouble for calling Mr W an idiot,, because he marked your test wrong and wouldn't change it.. than I felt bad and called Mr W a mother fucker so we could both get lunch detention together..?" Logan nodded, looking at you smiling a bit.

"Oh! and that one time my dad took us fishing and I got a fishing hook stuck in my hand and I made you pull it out?" Logan laughed a little.

"That was horrible, I was so scared I was gonna get it more stuck" he mumbled with a shaky voice.

"Oh my god.. remember 7th grade?!" You said with wide eyes as if you were having flash backs, which you were...(dark times..) flash backs to your bad anime phase, and Logan's stranger things phase.

You laughed, giving you the look.. you both knew what you were talking about. Everyone around you two looked very confused.. aiden even started asking questions that you both could never answer.

You kept talking to him as Ben patched him up, it was definitely helping him calm down.. you grabbed his hand when ben was about to disinfect the wound. Logan death gripped your hand biting his lip. You just smiled and kept bringing up stupid stuff the two of you have done.

It was probably obvious to everyone but Logan that you liked him, Taylor asked you about it before, You tried denying it but it was obvious

You were the only person in the world that would sit and listen to his 10 hour rants about astrology, the only person in the world that stands up for him constantly, you wanted to be the only person in the world that liked him. It was painful to see him hanging out with Taylor, of course you knew Taylor wouldn't ever do something like that to you. But you couldn't help but think he would end up liking her she was smart, funny, positive, and so so pretty. You never knew when the right time to tell him was, or if he even liked you like that.. but for now its best for everyone if you just stay friends.. you wouldn't wanna go messing everything up, and you definitely don't want Logan to feel awkward around you.

AIDEN CLARKE

You and aiden were the definition of polar opposites, he was a thrill seeker, dare I say crazy.

You were carful, and a lot more prone to freaking out in situations like this.

"A-Ashlyn what was that... it looked like the thing we saw at the weed house..!" you said, panic and fear present in your voice. You had just left you, and your friends shared room. "A-and where is {friends name}?!" You started to cry, wanting to turn back and go get her.

"She wasn't in the room with you?" Taylor gasped, more than a little freaked out. You shook your head no, Ashlyn stayed quiet leading the two of you out of the room.

"Taylor!" You heard a relieved voice, that had to belong to Tyler yell.

"Ty!?" She said in what sounded like disbelief.

"Oh so it was you guys, why are you running? And why are you crying y/n?" Aiden teased with his usual smile on his face.

"The thing from the serrel weed house.. it was in Ashlyn and Taylor's room.." you breathed out, still terrified.

"What's going on!?" Tyler asked, hugging his sister.

"There's something in the-" Ashlyn all of a sudden stopped mid sentence turning around.. the thing was there again. Right in front of you again.

You looked at it wide eyed, still trying to put some sort of reason, or logic behind this all, tuning out everyone. You were pulled out of your thoughts by Aiden grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the room. You all got out safely, making sure to slam the door shut.

"W-what was that thing.." Logan stuttered out, shaking with fear..

"According to Tyler, that would be the "prank" from earlier today." Aiden said, in a very condescending tone. "You know what I find kinda weird,, no one's even come out of their rooms even after all the screaming and banging." The door knob wiggled, thankfully Ben grabbed it before the thing could get out

"That could've been bad!" Aiden smiled, and laughed

"Could've?!?" Tyler spoke angrily, looking at Aiden like he was crazy. You still haven't said anything, you just kept staring at the door still gripping Aidens hand. completely disconnecting from everybody.

"STOP TAKING THIS AS A JOKE, ITS BEEN BAD! THE SKY IS RED FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!" Tyler angrily yelled Trying to knock some sense into aiden, they kept bickering only to have it interrupted by Taylor's quiet voice

"G-guys.." she paused almost in fear "look down.." everybody but you looked down, you did not want any part of this anymore. "Out of sight out of mind" you kept repeating in your head

"How far away is your room?" Ashlyn asked Aiden

"5, or 6 doors down.." he said almost nervously, well you could tell he was nervous. The grip he had on your hand tightened.

"Y/n, Aiden give me the strings off your shorts.."

"Kayyy,,,, why?" He asked pulling his string out of his pants..

You quickly pulled it out handing it to her.

"Y/n.. are you okay, your face is really pale.." Ashlyn said with concern examining your face..

"Y-yeah I'm totally finnee" you weakly whispered out, still on the verge of pissing your pants. She told you guys her plan on using it to trap the devil spawn. She told everybody to go, you were still paralyzed with fear, and the person who was dragging you alone let go of your hand tying the rope to a pole.

Ben let go of the door so the others started booking it, Aiden yet again grabbed you and yanked you along with them. You were struggling to keep up with everyone, maybe due to the fact you're fairly unathletic. You were already panting and gasping for air by the time the thing was right behind you. Turing your head fast enough to get whiplash you saw it reach out for you, Aiden tugged you forward causing it to only rip the back of your shirt. Ashlyn crashed the cleaning cart into it, slamming it against the wall.Ben gave you a look of concern, like he was asking if you were okay. You nodded your head sorta understanding what he meant.

"Y'know.." Aiden said letting go of your hand and grabbing a bottle of bleach "this could be pretty fun!" He laughed looking like an absolute crazy man, he sprayed the bleach in the creatures eyes.. the side of its face started to melt and its mouth unhinged, as if it was supposed to be screaming but none of you could hear anything.. well except Ashlyn, by the why she was plugging her ears.

"Why isn't it screaming..? Is it mute lol" Aiden said tilting his head.

"Ew, why does it look like that.." you whispered finally getting a good look at its terrifying ugly face.

"Y/n, Aiden c'mon! We gotta go!" Ashlyn yelled at the two of you.

"Nah c'mon I think we can take 'em! There's enough bottles-" Aiden went back to making his crazy face, you grabbed him this time pulling him back and running to the room with Logan, Tyler and Taylor.

You shut and locked the door, finally relaxing and falling backwards onto the floor trying to catch your breath. "GAH!" You yelled and jumped back as the monsters started banging on the door.

"Maybe we should put the couch in front of the door.." Ashlyn said. You guys moved the chair, you sat on the floor next to Aiden calmed down a little.

"Hey, Aiden.. thank you for saving me like 6 time out there.." you sheepishly whispered, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Nah, it was nothing! But it was super funny to see you so scared!" He laughed hardly elbowing your side.

"Nuh-uh! So not funny it was scary!" You protested elbowing him back

"Okay, scared cat.. you couldn't even move" he said laughing 10x harder than he was before.

You giggled with him a little bit, sorta embarrassed about how much of a baby you were being in front of him. And even more of the fact that you guys were holding hands.

#school bus graveyard #sbg #sbg (webtoon)#webtoon #aiden clarke #Logan fields #sbg x reader #sorta romance #I dunno #I really like this webtoon #read it #and I'm gonna make more sbg hcs.. lol

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hyuuukais · 5 months

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.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-

pairing • bang chan x fem reader

synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?

warnings • general, talk abt yn's past abusive relationship, idk exactly how to tag this but um like wires going into ppl

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CHAPTER TEN • INTO THE DARK (1.8k)

Minho helps you feed the stray cat. It runs up to him, rubbing against his leg affectionately, ignoring you completely. Placing the dish down, you look around at the surrounding woods. You had to go a bit deeper into them than usual to find the cat, which tends to reside near the tree line. It was getting colder, and the lack of light in the woods wasn't helping.

"Here, take this." Minho takes his sweater off and hands it to you, leaving him in just a t-shirt. Goosebumps immediately grew over his arms. "You're shivering."

Shaking your head, you pick up the now empty food dish. "No, you're cold too. We'll be back soon anyway."

He stares at you, hand outstretched, but eventually gives up. "Suit yourself."

Back at the house, you turn the heat up before settling in the living room. Minho had gone to shower, leaving you alone in your thoughts.

Did the universe expect you to go back to your old apartment, or was Yeonjun supposed to be coming here? There was no way for either of you to contact each other and even if there was, you didn't know if you could. You'd been forcing yourself to feel okay about potentially seeing him again and everything that's been leading up to it, but honestly, you were far from okay. The visions had scared you. The feeling of his hands on you again, the look in his eyes, his words...

"You okay?" The sound of someone else speaking breaks you out of your trance, and you turn your head toward Minho. He's leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and head tilted forward with raised eyebrows covered slightly by his still wet hair.

...he looks really good.

"Yeah, just... thinking," you fake a small smile. "Have you had any of these visions? Or dreams?"

"No," he shakes his head.

"Oh."

Thinking about Chan and Jeongin, you wonder about this. Of course, Jeongin had only gotten anything because you asked him for it, but then he also already knew about Chan. What else was he not telling you? Maybe you should try to contact him, the warning about Mrs. Yang had frightened you.

Pushing off the wall, Minho takes a seat next to you, placing a hand on your knee. "You know you can talk to me."

"Can I?" Your voice breaks, embarrassing you. "A year can change so much. What if- what if we can't be what we used to be? I used to rely on you so much, but now I can barely look at your face without being reminded of everything that went down."

Taking in your words, Minho moves his hand off your knee and into your palm, interlocking your fingers. "Then we become something new. May I remind you I still don't know exactly what went down? That was all Yeji."

"She... never told you?"

"Nope," he sighs heavily. "Never thought I'd admit this, but I practically begged her to tell me what happened to you and where you were. All I knew was that Yeonjun was furious, although he didn't show it outright. He stuck to playing the part of the worried-sick-fiance." Minho scowls, using a mocking tone. "'My poor Y/n, wherever could she be! By the way, this totally wasn't my fault, I couldn't even hurt a fly much less my beautiful soon-to-be wife!'"

You giggle a bit at his impression and he smiles, watching your face light up. Making you laugh felt like a reward.

"He was so full of shit. I don't get why you stayed with him."

Just like that, your laughter stops.

"Haven't we been over this?" You steal your hand back, using it to rub your forehead.

"I just don't understand-"

"Yeah, and you probably never fucking will!" You sit up, legs swinging off the couch out of frustration. "If I broke up with him, we wouldn't be having this conversation. If I broke up with him, you wouldn't have been attending my wedding, you would have attended my funeral."

The words linger in between you, stinging Minho like a slap to the face. Of course he knew the relationship was toxic, but never did he think it would have come to that. If he did, he'd be behind bars right now. Fuck the USB, fuck Chan, fuck the universe. He's never letting you anywhere near Yeonjun again. As long as you're safe, who cares what it costs? The world could be burning to an ash and all Minho would want to do was get you off planet Earth, even if he couldn't come with.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know," he says finally, slowly, carefully.

"Nobody did," you look away from him, down at the floor. There are miles and miles between you then and you now, the person he knew and what she was willing to say. "Except Yeji."

Yeji.

"Min, I wanna try something. Get off the couch." You start stretching out before he can respond, reaching over to grab your long forgotten headphones off the coffee table.

"What's your idea?" He takes a seat in the chair beside you.

"So when Jeongin went into that little psychic trance of his, he closed his eyes I'm guessing to help him envision his surroundings and focus better-" You adjust yourself better, sitting the headphones above your ears. "-obviously I'm not him and don't have the same abilities, but what if I try to remember the place it took me to? The headphones aren't necessary, but they're noise cancelling so I thought it might help."

Minho looks like he wants to protest, but holds back any thoughts.

"If I get into enough of a relaxed state," you continue when he says nothing. "Maybe I'll find it. It might be the only way to save Chan." You take a deep breath. "And Yeji."

"You really think Yeji is a part of this too?"

"Well it had her there and could mimic her voice, so yeah." You roll your eyes.

Leaning back in the chair, Minho rolls his eyes even more dramatically at you. "It could just be able to do that."

"There's only one way to find out."

And with that, you put on the headphones.

Immediately the world around you is muffled, no longer able to hear Minho shifting in the chair or the wind whistling through the old bones of the house. Outside, the sun has already begun to come down, soon it will be dark. With your eyes closed and hearing limited, your other senses come in stronger. You can smell your shampoo wafting off Minho, feel the bumps form on your skin as the chill sets in.

Still too early to turn on the heat, you think.

Trying to clear your mind, you focus on your breathing. In, out. In, out. In, out. Breaths become deeper, heartrate slowing. At one point, your mind wanders to thoughts of Chan. What's he doing right now? Is he alright? Why hasn't he texted you? When will you get the opportunity to correct your missed kiss-

Hey brain, you think, focus on the mission, you already know you're not emotionally available enough for someone like him, so stop it.

Back to your breathing.

Enough time passes to have you considering this isn't going to work. Why did you think it would in the first place? You said it yourself, you don't have 'abilities' like Jeongin does. Never have, never will. And besides, even if it did work, what would you do? You can't force this thing to give you information; it has the upper hand and knows it does.

"Okay, screw this," you open your eyes, but all you see is black.

It worked. But now what?

"Hello?" You call out, voice echoing. "Um, anyone home?"

Not that this place felt very... homey.

You begin to walk, eyes adjusting. Looking down, you realize you're walking in water just like Jeongin mentioned, but it just barely covers your toes. Reaching to the right, your hand finds a wall close to you. The left side is the same; you're in some kind of corridor. Walking further, your left hand grazes a dip in the wall; no, a door. You squint, noticing a few more doors on either side further down before they're consumed again by the darkness.

Wrapping your cold fingers around the knob, you push. The door is stiff and hard to open, taking a few full-body pushes before you can squeeze inside. Air races past, through your hair and the door. Inside, the walls curve to a circle, a very dim white light coming up from the edges of the water. In the middle, you spot what looks like a dentist's chair turned away from you. The top of someone's head pokes out the top, wires hanging down from the ceiling- or lack thereof, when you look up, it never seems to end- and down to their body.

Slowly, you approach the chair, gasping when you see who it is.

"Oh, Chan," you whisper, tears brimming. There are deep circles under his eyes, and the wires appear to go into his neck harshly, all red and swollen around where they enter. His lips are chapped, skin nearing translucent.

Touching his skin, it's colder than your fingers and a bit rough. His mouth is parted ever so slightly, breathing shallowly. He's dressed in all white; a t-shirt tucked into smooth pants. It's weird seeing him like this.

But you know you can't stay. This isn't why you're here.

Moving on from Chan's room, you open each door as you go, starting with the one directly across from his. You barely recognize the girl in the chair as you've only met on a few occasions; Lily.

In the next few rooms, you find a mix of people you do and don't recognize, Jeongin and Yeji being some of them. Resisting the urge to stay by their sides is difficult, you need to keep going, find the thing keeping them all here. Finally, you reach the end, the last door.

The door stretches its way into the never-ending ceiling, the knob particularly stubborn. This room is bigger than the others have been, and you spot two chairs facing each other in the dim lighting. Inside are you and your ex, Yeonjun.

"What the actual fuck," you breathe, trying to control the rising panic in your throat.

Just like the others, you both have wires connecting into your necks and look physically unwell. The only difference is that you're together, and there's another line stuck into your forearms, connecting you.

You start to have the feeling you need to leave. Now.

And that's when you hear it; distant whispering growing louder and louder, chanting the same sentence over and over again.

"You're not supposed to be in here."

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notes • i honestly didn't think i'd get this done today but had a sudden burst of writing energy!! things are getting funky for sure hehehehe

taglist • @yongbbokkie @chaeryred @tenebrisirae @toplinelix @chansdoll @amaranth-writing @3rachachoo @linosjureumi @thebrownemo @tfshouldidohere @channie-143 @frogieeheart @kangaracharacha @skzswife

TAGLIST CLOSED ^^^blue means i can't tag you

#.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-#skz #stray kids #bang chan #bang chan x reader #bang chan x fem reader #non idol au #skz au #stray kids au #skz x reader #bang chan fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader

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starscelly · 1 month

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here’s my thing with 42455….. this is actually too long. many thoughts below 👇

we already have Seen roope be obsessed with miro for YEARS. he’s such a bitch (affectionate) but then it comes to miro and he’s like. he’s in such good shape ^.^ he’s so good both ways ^.^ he’s the best d in the world ^.^ he’s the most attractive finn on our team ^.^ he’s so good at so many things ^.^ he’s too nice ^.^ and you get miro's half hearted media answers in response. NOW you add harls into the equation who is dropping CRAZY affectionate quotes abt miro. he is not afflicted by the finnish mafia repressing emotions gene. he is very american about it. loudly proclaiming his love (for his game), how he amazes and dazzles and shocks etc etc literally groaning (positive) when asked about it. harls who literally like. chases miro down during breaks around the bench to yap at him and make him giggle.

now. miro is. the least interesting person to do media ever SORRY sorry he is very "get pucks in deep" core. you dont get as delicious quotes. what DOES he do? he giggles!!! he giggles and he expresses!!!!!!! which. yes he throws out a laugh or a fun expression for all of his teammates every once in a while. but he is ALWAYS laughing at harls and/or roope. he is always yapping BACK to them rather than just being yapped at and nodding. its subtle but the affection back is there!!!!! and his praise for both of their games cannot be understated and you know how he wouldnt shut up abt roope when he got drafted to dallas but . etc etc. you get the point.

this creates inch resting dynamics!!! 2 me!!!!! miro gets two (2) giant boyfriends who are utterly obsessed with him. now roope and harls.... they're not d partners and theyre not ridiculously fated finns. what can we Inspect here. other than some very cute fun celly moments (i need to give a nod to them!!!! roope is good at cellys this cannot be ignored) you get roope kind of. not brushing harls off but just. ultimately being unbothered by him? there's shots of them chatting on ice where roope barely looks at him whereas harls is doing his big wet sopping eyes shtick aggressively in roope's direction. this is also just an Accurate Vibe for them based on fandom interpretations of their personalities So.

the thing is, it doesnt read to me as annoyance or jealousy or anything. its really a. "miro has a little pet now. guess i will try my best to like it." and he is being Endeared Against His Will (see: my celly point again). combine this with miro's giggling at harls like he is a little court jester dancing for his entertainment. you get something very fun. very silly. two bitches and their weird little boyfriend that they love sooooo much but think is soooo absurd and will be so mean (affectionate) to him. and harls OBVIOUSLY loves his cunty ass boyfriends. very much "they dont bite ^.^" as they actively bite him. you know. and he’s such a dick to everyone else he Needs to be put in his place… basically roope and harls are HUUUUGE bitches to each other but in a silly way. like they very much probably would Not care abt each other without the addition of miro but bc they do have a miro they can have this <3

and then you add in how the dynamic would completely change in the bedro- [gunshots]

#YES IM TALKING ABT THEM AGAIN SORRRYYYY #this is so much nonsense but im not going back to read any of it. peace and love #42455 #yap yap yapping

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cosmic-d1ce · 6 months

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"before Forever, before the island. Who was he and why is Etoiles so interested???"

oh my god ow the fucking shot through the chest this was omgggggggg not only asking about what happened from the source (phil) but who he was before- when he had an isolated identity AAAAAAAAAA THEMMMMM ETOILES THE FUCKING GOAT AS PER USUAL NOTHING LESS TO BE EXPECTED OMGGGG also the idea of him being his best friend in this au is so like emotional to me- to have phil be put through so much pain all the time at all angles, emotionally and physically to have at least Someone just One person to turn to who sees past the servers lies and rumors omg the agony this is amazing they're my roman empire too I literally brainrot abt them all the time

The song Milk by Jack Stauber is pretty much exactly what they have

The song is technically about death, thinking of a dead person you didn't know but I feel like it works so well because a part of Phil is dead. The part of him that really matters to Etoiles

Etoiles doesn't care about what Forever forced Phil to be. He cares that somewhere, there's a person who used to have friends and a family and a nice little house that he made with his own hands

What kind of life did you live through? Did you know love? Will you rest in peace? Did you have a family?

Who was Phil before Forever changed him?

That's all Etoiles cares about.

It's okay that Phil can't fight things! He used to!! He used to fight and laugh and help people, he used to explore and build and discover!! That's who he really is. Etoiles can see that, even when nobody else can

He even manages to get some of that back. Phil, finally, has a way to get back a part of himself that he lost through Etoiles. He can laugh and explore and make things again and he doesn't have to worry about what Forever will think because he's not here!! He's not here and Etoiles would risk everything for Phil because they're FRIENDS!!

Phil can't hold a weapon anymore but he can hold Pomme and tell her grand stories about the man he used to be, the empire he built, the world he created for himself, his friends and his family. He can hold Etoiles' daughter and tell her how to build things, how to properly shoot a bow and arrow or how she should always avoid ravines!

Etoiles sees this man for the first time and goes "I want to know you" and when he's told what happened through other people's perspectives he says "NO. Nonono I want to know YOU." and he ASKS and he CARES!!! He hears the rumors and says "There has to be more to Phil than Forever."

Cellbit pulls him aside to explain everything properly and Etoiles turns away and says he doesn't believe in secondary research and he's going straight to the source, thank you!! If this is not an invitation to kill Forever for what he did to Phil HE DOES NOT WANT TO KNOW!!

Etoiles knows that somewhere, in another world, where none of this happened, they're best friends. They're besties and they play fight and do dungeons together because that's what they like to do.

Etoiles will settle knowing it could have been.

#FML would be fixed if etoiles and phil got married #qsmp #qsmp philza #qsmp etoiles #qsmp codebreakers #they are everything to me #id kill and die for these boys do you hear me #forever my love au

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nexusnyx · 1 year

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i just seen ur post abt shuri things..sooo shuri angst into fluff or somethin. idk i’ve just been craving angst to somethin

— craving your comfort

⚠️ Spoilers for Wakanda Forever, angst, hurt/comfort, grief. | 🏷 Friends to lovers. WC: [2.9k] ;

The day starts bleak, hollow, and pale. It ends differently—as a matter of fact, the day takes a complete three hundred and sixty turn, but you would could never see it coming by the way it starts.

Colorless. Weighted down by everything that once was.

Not too long ago you sat by Shuri’s side as she meditated on the river, her eyes lost lightyears away to memories of her brother who now had been gone for two years, but it was nothing compared to today.

Today, Shuri laid under a willow tree, her whole body spread like a starfish, and she stared up at the sky.

You laid by her side, listening and answering her random trains of thought, doing your best to help in any way. Anyhow. The only thing that doesn’t feel wrong is this: being by her side. This is where you’re meant to be, and you know that.

She turns her head to you. “I used to think I’d always have him to help me mourn father. Then… Well. When mother said he was with the ancestors, I thought… okay. This is unfair. This will probably never fucking heal, because I’ll never allow myself to think about it long enough… but at least someone in this world understands me. At least… I have her. And she’ll always get it. And we’ll go through all the moments and stages of missing them… together.”

And now, she was gone too.

“That is the worst,” you agree.

“Isn’t it?” Shuri chuckles humorlessly. “It’s like the universe heard me and laughed at it.”

“I mean… I’m not sure on where I stand on the whole—matters of the universe stuff. But—we fought aliens. And nothing we see or experience can be measured, let alone by our standards of what’s fair or not, so…”

“Basically, we’re all lost?”

“Bast, no!” you laugh. She asked it with sarcasm, but even through it you knew better than to answer yes in moments like these. “No, no.” Nothing is lost if you’re still around. “Little things give me hope.”

There’s a loud scoff from your side. “What’s hope good for at the end of the day?”

So little time passed. So much hurt endured by just one person. You wanted Shuri wrapped in the warmest of blankets, drenched in lavender and vanilla, guarded from anything the universe could dream of throwing her way. “For the ones that are lost. I was lost years ago, and it was him, your brother, that made me think of better ways.”

“Hm. I haven’t found much use for it, if I’m being honest.”

“No? Not even when you crafted a bridge between your nation and a realm no one dreamt existed?” you make a tsk tsk, and watch as her eyebrows pierce together. “Not even when you restored the genome and re-created a herb everyone thought was lost? Or when you reinforced that Wakanda has never and will never be weakened—that our protection comes from more than herbs, or suits, but in the whole?” Without waiting for her reply, you lean your back against the tree and let out a confession. “Seeing you in that suit made me believe that better days are coming. To last longer. It made me smile, and not want to rip my eyes that see too much out of my body.”

From your peripheral vision you see Shuri’s mouth gaping at your words. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“It’s what I wanted to do before he showed up. It’s what you steered me away from.”

There are heartbeats of silence, and you wonder whether Shuri knows. If she’s heard it in your voice at some point, or if she’s seen in the way you act whenever she’s around; how your body language changes, blooms just because she’s there. If she’s noticed that you cling onto every word that falls from her lips.

You pray not.

The Panther is meant for greatness, and all your mind has is madness for the most part.

The only thing good about being gifted and weird in a nation such as yours is that you don’t end up locked away so no one has to deal or witness your marbles clicking together in ways that make sense to you and only you. You get to become someone, have a job, live a moderately normal life—befriend a Princess, only to watch her become Queen in the most brutal of ways.

“Are they always bad?” Shuri asks eventually.

So that’s where her mind was—on what yours sees. “Not always. Just… confusing, most of the time.” And impractical. Not to mention torture—when your visions drop sights such as Shuri with her lips on yours right on your lap, you find out that even when they’re really good, your gift can be bad. “It’s just—a lot.”

“I didn’t believe it for the longest time,” she whispers to you like a confession. “When mother told me about you, I laughed.” A short breath of laughter escapes her. “T’Challa told me to stop laughing at things my science couldn’t put its finger on, and I replied with ‘that’s my point, if I can’t measure it, how do I know it’s real?’”

It makes you laugh, too, but for different reasons. “Damn. And you’re supposed to be the smartest one of us all. Maybe we truly are doomed.”

“What?!” Shuri shrieks, and this time, her laughter is real. “Did you just low-key call me stupid?”

“Oh, no, no, no, no. Never. I said that even the smartest of the humans has their limits, it’s different.” Over the sound of Shuri laughing and mouthing ‘wow. wow! and I thought we were friends, wow’, you go on. “You said that if you can’t put your finger on, then it’s not real… which is pretty stupid.”

“Is it?”

“Shuri,” you laugh. “Can you measure the universe? Or time? Or feelings?”

The laughter quiets down; both of you get sucked back into the reality of it all—the grief enveloping the very ground you two are laying in.

It’s a lot to take in. You wished you could bathe her in a river and compel the water to wash away everything that hurt, but just thinking about it froze you in fear as the image of all of Shuri being dragged by a current.

“It’s all real,” you whisper.

All she can do is nod.

“I had a nightmare,” Shuri whispers into the deep silence of the woods.

It raises the hairs on your arms, so you scoot closer to her, even if you don’t touch. “Want to share?”

It takes her a few moments. Then, Shuri closes the gap between your arms, and presses the side of her body on yours. “You’ve grown fond of me these past years, right? Dunno if I wanna ruin that just yet.”

You scoff, nudging her with your elbow. “I’m pretty sure you could tell me something like ‘I’m thinking about waging war against the entire universe’ and, whilst stupid, I’d still support your ideas.”

“That’s… concerning. And kinda wholesome,” she slaps one hand over her chest, right where her heart is, and sends you a look. “Really? You would?”

The logical answer would be ‘yes, my Quern, I would do anything for you, as would any other Wakandan in this or other lands’, but your heart has sunken further down. To everyone else, she may be Shuri, Royal Highness, but to you, it goes much deeper. For some reason, what comes out instead is: “I would. If you asked me, I’d deliver.” You turn to face her, staring into her eyes. “Anything. Because you deserve everything.”

Too many emotions fly behind her eyes for tou to put a finger in any of them.

“Everything is a lot of things,” says Shuri.

“I’m aware.”

“And you’d give it to me?”

In the same heartbeat, you answer. “Without a doubt.”

The ghost of a smile forms on her face. “I might’ve lost everything…” her lips quiver, then she bites on them, breathes in, and finishes. “But I think I’m ready to admit I gained others.”

“Balance comes.” If there was one thing we could count on, it was that. “Sometimes in ways we don’t realize, but it comes.”

“I see you,” Shuri whispers.

“I see you as well, my Queen. And I—“

“No,” she interrupts. “Don’t call me that if there’s no one else around. I—My name is better.” Shuri nods along to more than just her words, and you wonder what her internal thoughts are. “I like it when you say my name.”

Fuck. And there goes your ability to say or do anything else. A nod is manageable, but you need a moment before you remember what you were going to say.

“I see you, Shuri. And I hope one day you’ll deem me someone who knows you. I’m not sure how or why I ended up with the honorable chance of being your friend, but… It warms my soul.”

Shuri's stare is almost too much.

You'd gladly drown in that 'too much'. It holds you hostage, pierces like the afternoon Sun. "You're the coolest," she whispers, then turns her look back towards the sky. "I think I've told you that by now. It's true." A small smile lands on the corner of her mouth. "Your company's all I need."

"Then you have it."

"Thanks." One of her fingers points to a tree branch. "What animal's that?" she asks you. Not because you would definitely know it—Shuri probably does too, but because of how you go on rants when talking about animals.

"Pretty sure it's an elephant shrew," you reply.

"Ah, that's true—he loved those little things. I always forgot their names, for some reason," she says, and the words fall with so much ease, that you can hear the pin drop when Shuri realizes how easily.

Loved.

"Grandma thought they were weird, but there used to be a little family of them that lived nearby the school, so she always made up these little stories whenever she saw them," you tell her.

No one else gets to hear those stories, but Shuri loves them.

"Your grandma had the foulest mouth, I can only imagine how those went," she laughs.

"Entertaining," you answer.

"Do you remember them?"

"Almost every single one. I did a top three in my head, once."

Shuri whistles, smiling at you. "Oh, I need number one."

You scoff. "That's a highly prized story, thank you very much. One has to earn that story."

"Where did this bureaucracy come from?" Shuri sasses.

"From nana herself!" your smile gets a little loose and gone when Shuri does this — staying too close, smiling at you, touching — but she seems oblivious to it. "Remember the story about the card games night? Grandma said no one living or dead knew all the things that happened in her life. That woman..."

"That woman," repeated Shuri in a tone that said Oh, I get it.

Shuri understood a lot of things, and did so better than most people. It was sort of overwhelming at times.

"You really want to know the nightmare?" Shuri asks in a whisper.

Your answer is only a nod, but Shuri sees it.

Facing her, you hear all of it.

It terrifies you, and your whole chest burns in sympathy, empathy, and second-hand grief.

Throughout the next four hours, you and Shuri discuss a bit of everything.

A slice of love, loss, grief, sadness, emptiness, the sense of being lost—the desire to scream, to sleep until the end of times, to feel alive again.

Shuri shares, and you reciprocate, and it's exhausting how many emotions you've been under through so little time.

There were tears and laughter, and tears of joy.

"Will you come with me somewhere?"

"Of course."

"It's a bit far. A hill. Deep woods, rough paths, And I want to walk there."

"That's okay, Shuri—"

"If you need something at any time just let me know. My body's different nowadays and it needs different things than yours, so just—"

"Trust me, I won't starve or die of thirst. It's almost like I know how to stay alive in 'deep dark woods'—"

"Why are you so sassy? I'm out here, trying to be nice. Trying to be cordial."

"Did you ever think of joining a theater crew? You are so over the top."

"You should've seen the scene I caused when my brother walked inside my lab with his goddamn toes out. Now, when you're done laughing, follow me, please."

The view is worth every second of the hard way up there.

At the bottom, you two still have plenty to say to each other.

The stories pile up on top of one another. You're quite sure you know more stories about King T'Challa than you do of some of your friends by now, and it's still weird to comprehend the pseudo-connection your brain has established with him through Shuri's lenses. In return, she gets to know Grandma Iriya like only you did—the pieces and parts of her she showed only to you, and that now Shuri gets to hear as well.

You ask for a pause in the middle of the hill, and Shuri sends one of her air drones to deliver some supplements.

It's quieter through the second half up, and slower, too.

It comes as a surprise that Shuri has it:

easy silence.

Real, palpable, immaculately easy.

There's no desire to fill in the gaps, and you enjoy just watching her from afar, throwing fruits you find in the path in her hair just to hear her laugh and mock you, and enjoying the tiny demonstrations she has of gadgets she's recently built when the opportunities show.

You two only talk when you sit at the big rock that marks the end of your climb.

It's a view of Wakanda you never saw before.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Shuri asks.

You two might've been quiet for a few minutes or two hours. You can't bring yourself to care about little things such as 'time'.

"This is..." perfect. Too much. I'm surrounded by blue. You look at your side, and Shuri's side profile staring right ahead makes it even harder to breathe. "Why did you bring me here?" it comes out in a whisper, and your chest feels ripped open in half—you turn back to the view, and breathe in deeply. "It's... flawless." Makes you believe in greater things. "I wish I could live here. I'd live right here."

Shuri chuckles. "Funny."

"What?"

"Heard that before," she exhales loudly, a smile still on her face as she drops her upper body on the rock and places both hands behind her neck. "C'mere. We should nap—Griot will wake us up for the sunset."

You don't need to be told twice.

It's hard to angle your body in a way it doesn't touch her, because that's what every inch of you wants to do. You lay there, a few inches separating you, and get comfortable. "What are we going to do after that?"

"Uhm..." Shuri thinks. "Go home. You want dinner? I could eat something and then absolutely pass out. I could use some company for both of those things."

"I'd love dinner. Your chef's food is amazing. Well—that's if you manage to wake me up this time."

"I always get the job done. Don't worry." Shuri's elbow nudges against your side. "Nap. We'll see the pretty sunset, eat good food, and then only wake up for tomorrow."

"Enough of today."

"Yup."

"I hope it was at least—tolerable."

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what it says, but—today was... okay." Shuri turns her head to the side, and looks at you, eyes roaming all over your face. "I've had some really terrible ones, and you made this one okay. So, thank you. And please—smack me next time you come to my lab trying to get me out of a spiral and I'm anything but the nicest person ever to you, okay? I grant you full permission. I just—I haven't listened to anybody in a while. And I listened to you this week. Which I needed to." Shuri averts her eyes. "Feels good to trust someone."

It's necessary, and they respond for themselves when they do it—your arms wrap around Shuri's shoulder so certain that they're welcome there, as if they had ever been there before.

As if your body and hers knew all along how much it felt like the last puzzle piece sliding between the others.

It was an okay day, and something 'okay' never felt like this—like living, and colors, and being so full of the consciousness of everything that is and surrounds you.

Shuri hugs back like it made sense of her, too.

Like her arms belonged around you with her face buried in your neck.

If Griot stayed quiet, you two would miss the sunset without a care in the world, too preoccupied with hugging each other for much else.

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onesidedradiostatic · 3 days

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God I am so so so sry for this but I got this idea at 4am and had to execute it so uh. Leitner rant but voxs turtleneck lets go

tw many caps ig

VOXS TURTLENECK?

STUPID IDIOT MOTHERFUCKING VOXS TURTLENECK GODDAMN RED FOOL BAD QUALITY DUST EATING RAT OLD BACKGROUND DETAIL SHITHEAD IDIOT AVATAR OF THE WHORE BIGGEST FANDOM DRAMA IN HAZBIN LAUGHED OUT OF TOWN KNITTED MOTHER FUCKING VOXS TURTLENECK

STOP PINNING ME WHEN I TALK ABOUT VOXS TURTLENECK I HATE IT SO MUCH WHY DID IT HAVE SO MANY FUCKED UP COLOR VARIATIONS WHY DID IT DECIDE TO FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT JUST TO HAVE STRIPES INSTEAD IS IT CURSED IS IT BASTARD TURTLENECK HAS SUCH A VISCERAL AFFECT ON ME NOT EVEN IN THE ROOM NEVER SEEN THIS TURTLENECK IN DETAIL AND I KNOW IT HAS THE WORLDS SHITTIEST KNIT PATTERN

GET AWAY FROM ME

If I wanted to go to heaven and god said Voxs Turtleneck somehow got there and is waiting inside Id piss on gods feet for the sole purpose of getting sent back down

If I have to deal with Voxs Turtleneck changing one more time in asks/rbs on onesidedradiostatic in tumblr not only will I close the the tab I will delete my tumblr account out of spite and have to build my following up again for the sole purpose of being able to ignore when it is mentioned or existing

I dont even know why I hate it so much its a low quality background detail but I am mad because I am angy

IT better have some fucked up answer to explain this if hes just some yellow striped sweater who Vox found at a garage sale and bought to wear once Ill go ham BETTER have the it make Vox even less appealing to alastor bc if it didnt Im going to make it

Paypal.com/IFuckingHateVoxsTurtleneck

Posts not even about him vaguely referenced whats supposed to maybe be a red turtleneck and I lost it

Where the fuck is Voxs Turtleneck if its still around Im going to so deeply wish it wasnt

Old ass knitted red sweater Ill punch Voxs Turtleneck and it sad frail old woolen rib knit pattern will simply flake apart under my epic huge meat fist and it will disintegrate until all thats left of it is one strand of wool reads 'Now you fucked up' in old english

Im not breathing Im hyperventilating at this point I hope theres a confirmation given for what Voxs Turtleneck is or will be so I can stop arguing with ppl on tumblr abt it andthen everyday once a year I will do anything but think abt what is the color of a knitted turtleneck that belonged to a man who is still obsessing over someone who turned him down once and disappeared entirely for 7 yrs

Once again I am so sry Im going to sleep now. Have fun with voxs turtleneck (its red and knitted there are no stripes)

HELP WHAGTSYUHSOJD I had to search up what the original copypasta was oh my god

#ask #osrs.txt #my like singular fellow wtnv friend keeps trying to get me to listen to tma WHICH I WANT TO AT SOME POINT I just have trouble starting shit #vox's stupid fucking turtleneck

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strawberryjamsara · 9 months

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HELLO

Idk if you've seen the ending where you choose all the red options but i wanna hear your thoughts abt it if you have...

Also because im going insane over it so i need to get my thoughts out somewhere (about the red option ending)

// spoilers below?

Sara admitting that she doesn't make any new connections because she's afraid of dragging them into a world of darkness despite not having (to her) any credible evidence that such a thing will happen is so????

Does she subconsciously know something is up with her family?? I assume she's caught on that her family life is a lil off due to her having an option(s)? About her father going -> (Eg. When you tell joe "Don't laugh" she goes "Don't laugh at my father!!" And there's an option that says something about embarassment abt her dad)

Like???

AND THATS NOT EVEN MENTIONING THE DG APPEARANCE IN A MINISODE SET !!BEFORE!! THE TIMELINE OF THE GAMES??? WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? WHAT IS GOING ON??

(AND THE IMPLICATIONS THAT SARA DID SURVIVE THE DG AND IS NOW LIKE "I WONDER WHAT WOULDVE HAPPENED IF I DID THIS INSTEAD? WOULD IT BE DIFFERENT")

My brain will now be rotating this minisode like a microwave for months now 😭 goddamn nankidai's wild ride never ends

HI HI SO I FOUND OUT THE RED ENDING EXISTED AFTER I COMPLETED THE INITIAL STORY AND ITS. SOMETHING.

There’s so much to unpack with the red ending. In a sense the red ending changes so much of the perspective of the story. Part of me thinks maybe this story is Sara post logic, trying to piece together remnants of her memories of Joe. Who was he? A best friend? A crush? Something in between? She’s putting so many pieces together, and also starting to take notice of the “red flags” she had with her father. We’ve seen signs of her home life before but here they’re essentially playing on a loudspeaker what kind of father he was.

And also this ending shows so much self hatred from Sara. The idea she’s dark and unknowable and that she’s destined to drag others down with her if she makes friends (very Catholic of you Sara). And it feels like another thing she was subtly ‘taught’. Her dad just needed her to keep on with what he’s said about never holding back, and the guilt will be enough that she doesn’t form ‘real’ bonds. So she doesn’t really become attached to anyone, since she needs to have that trait if she’s going to be willing to kill.

But you know who else has that trait? That ‘I’m an awful person who will drag others down with me’ mentality that makes them form walls? Trick question it’s two people. Keiji and Kai.

Kai hating his ‘darkness’ being fine with Mr Chidouins love even as he’s essentially used as a servant and not allowed to speak to his family… While it probably didn’t start after he worked there, I can see Mr Chidouin nursing that feeling in him so he can be a better weapon. His way of getting him to be willing to die for the cause of rescuing his daughter. And won’t that just feed her feeling of dragging others down? The fact that someone she never even knew died for her, and she spent the whole time thinking he was some stalker? It’s just one thing to keep her feeling like she hurts whatever she touches, after the other guilt of her best friend dying.

And Keiji… Oh Keiji. It’s not really hard to see that the reason Keiji stops trying to manipulate Sara and grows a genuine attachment to her is because he sees himself in her. More precisely he’s afraid she’ll end up like him. And yet despite their hatred for attachments and belief that they will hurt other people, they form one of the strongest connections in the game. Maybe because of it. Because Keiji never really shows full vulnerability maybe Sara thought he was ‘safe’ to get close too. If he didn’t care all that much, and even he seemed fine with the darkness, she couldn’t cause him to get worse. And then they both caused each other to get better. Urrrgh I’m punching the ground:

#your turn to die #kimi ga shine #yttd #sara chidouin #joe tazuna #kai satou #keiji shinogi #Meister #yttd steam #ask

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monocaelia · 11 months

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MATCHUP EVENT??? SIGN ME UPPPPPP I hope u have a lovely summer break with this didiiiiii ♪~ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

for starters, my name is annie (although u already know this), and preferred matchup would be with one of the boys （*´▽｀*）

I think my fave trope is the one where the couple simply just exist together,,, like sure they have ups and downs and wild experiences and funny stories to laugh about over dinner!!! and frankly they theoretically could live without each other and not have much change abt them, but at the end of the day they sit and look at each other and think, "even if I could live without this person, I'd still choose to exist with them"

as for the song, it's honestly a toss-up between cupid by fifty fifty or pasilyo by sunkissed lola ! I love cupid sm bc I really resonate with the lyrics and my wishful daydreams as a hopeless romantic, while pasilyo is just one of those songs that makes you think "oh. oh. this is the person I want to be with for the rest of my life. this is where I'm supposed to be." I'm rather indecisive, so I'll let you pick which vibe you wanna go for 🫡🫡🫡

note : hehehe hi annie <3 smoochies u actually. i need u to ignore all of this because i ship u w me <3

send me ur favorite trope or delusional song and i’ll write you something short !! [closed !!]

through your journeys and trials through life, there is only one person that always attracts your attention and love. despite it all, your eyes can only ever look at childe.

you don't even quite remember when it was that attracted you solely to him. the ginger man has always been an annoyingly affectionate thorn at your side, a constant in your tumultuous life. even if the world had flipped upside down or suddenly turned against you, you could count on that peculiar snezhnayan man to continue to stay by your side even if it was to beg to spar once more.

you had always found his sense of loyalty a charming point of his. no matter the circumstances, he would always stay by your side even if it meant having the world against him. he was your knight in shining armor who was ready to risk his entire life to make sure you made it out alive, not that you would let him die for you in the first place.

he chose you to bare his heart to, and there was nothing he wouldn't do to prove his devotion to you.

your eyes widen, lips parted in surprise as you watch your dear friend hold his hand out for you. an invitation to dance with him at the banquet held in the zapolyarny palace courtesy of her majesty, the tsaritsa, herself; what was a country loved by the cold, yet pure archon if she didn't hold a party to celebrate the land she cherishes?

childe's eyes shine, a sparkle held deep within the oceans that were his eyes, as he meets your gaze. and, like the peaceful waves that lull you to play along the shores and laze in the gentle swells of water that lap at your feet, your hand is placed in his and he pulls you into his arms as the string quartet plays a waltz.

despite the many people surrounding you, either watching the couples on the floor dancing or the pairs of loved ones swaying to the beat of music as well, you find your eyes lost in deep blue oceans, never straying from his eyes. the harbinger smiles and his dimples poke from his freckled cheeks, making your heart flutter a dance of its own within your chest.

your palms are sweaty and shaky and you're so glad that his are gloved as he leads you through the dance.

"you're nervous," childe whispers, his tone teasing, into your ear. his warm breath hitting the shell of your ear does not calm your nerves in the slightest, but you persevere.

"the crowd is watching," was your excuse as you whisper back. he hums, eyes seeing completely through your fib. he laughs softly, something you've always loved to hear like a favorite song you want constantly playing in your head until you're sick of it.

but you fear his laughter is something you would never tire of hearing.

his gloved hand gently squeezes your own, a silent reassurance and an attempt to calm down the nerves that threaten to leap out of your body. fortunately, it does calm you down, though not by much.

"relax, just keep your eyes on me," childe reassures you. you aren't sure how, but he's shining brighter underneath the glow of the chandelier. was zapolyarny palace casting a spell on you to fall even more for this silly companion of yours?

his usual mess of orange curls has been somewhat tamed with half of it pushed back. his cowlick still stands tall; you wonder if it could ever be tamed but you didn't care, it added to his boyish charm. his ruby earring glints in the light, but its radiance is nothing compared to the charming man in front of you. with the light from the glistening chandelier, it was like a halo encased his head; an angel from celestia cast down to bless you with his beauty.

it's hard for your eyes to stray to anybody else but childe, for he is absolutely breathtaking in the grand hall of zapolyarny palace.

you suppose you would tell childe about the feelings you held for him one day, but that day could wait a little longer. you just want to bask in his embrace as he leads you through the waltz, feeling as if it were just you two dancing among the stars shining from celestia.

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe fluff #tartaglia fluff #childe scenarios #tartaglia scenarios #didi writes #this might be biased LOL #but how could i not when we share the same romantic brain annie WAH #our loverboy fr

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musingmixtape · 1 year

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here’s a wishlist of plots i’ve had in my mind for some time and i’d love to write about, they’re not really that developed yet, so there’s a lot of space for us to plot around them & get creative before starting a thread (♡ this post if u want to plot for any of them and i’ll come to u-- also pls check my primary muses, i'm only going to be using them or new ones for this):

a heartbreaking steamy friends with benefits idea. that taylor swift line: “or that moment again, he's insisting that friends look at each other like that” hasn’t left my mind. i want close friends who are just so comfortable w each other. i’m talking abt secret inside jokes and weekly slumber parties and slowly dancing on the kitchen kinda friends. but since all their lives everyone has joked abt them being basically a couple, they decide, why not? so everything is the same except now there’s tipsy making out at parties and hands sliding into shorts during the sleepovers and it’s fun and thrilling and great… until it isn’t, bc feelings are involved and they keep on going on dates w other people and no one can know what they do and it gets messy.

the wilds inspired. a group preferably of girls gets stranded on an island and has to learn to survive on their own. it’s all about different personalities having to learn how to deal with each other and becoming resourceful, also about not wanting to trust the ones around you but eventually developing bonds that could never be broken. give me soft angsty moments where someone cries bc ‘why the fuck is this happening?’, but also the unfiltered joy at finding fruit or shelter and the tension of sharing a tent w someone you’ve been clashing against since day one. just… yep.

alternatively for the previous one, the society inspired plot (hate u for not bringing them back netflix). weird shit happened and now a group of people is isolated from the rest of the world, locked in their own city without anyone responsible to take charge. there’s fear and stress and honestly pure panic at times but at the same time they’re all young so there’s parties and sneaking into someone else’s house for comfort and turning towards the last person you wanted to spend time w before.

friends to lovers who are just discovering sex and life together– i’m thinking this could fit for former hs friends who moved away for college and are roommates now but it’s just an idea. i’m talking abt two inexperienced muses deciding it would be wise to experiment together before they get into real relationships. i would really love to write not just the heated, life-changing, toe-curling sex but also the giggling and the “are you sure we’re supposed to… oh… wow” and the stumbling around and trying new things that end up so badly they have to stop bc they’re full on laughing now. this is soft and wholesome and pls give it to me.

enemies to lovers bc i never get tired of this. arguments where “you drive me crazy” screams lead to “you like it when i’m mean to you” fucks. the implicit rule of never talking abt what happened until it happens again. i’m not talking about “i’ve been secretly pining after him/her for ages”, nope, i mean people who genuinely despise each other but are forced to constantly spend time together because they are class partners or co-workers or just simply share the same friend group.

a jennifer’s body inspired plot pls pls pls. this vibe but also this vibe. just a sweet girl, her murderous bestie and their insanely toxic but amazing dynamic. the constant tension and lingering gazes and cleaning the blood off her face w tenderness even when she knows everything is so fucked up. i’m weak for them.

the white lotus kinda vibe (but without the murders lol, or maybe even with them? who knows). just extremely rich people who don’t know each other vacationing at the same resort and having just so much fun together? abt a one night stand turning into a full on vacation partner and the certainty that everything will end in a few weeks so just… exploring a city together and getting drunk and sharing deep dark secrets but also a quick & fun connection they can't really put into words.

a college dynamic similar to wednesday & enid, for my iris muse, pls? i just want a lil goth gf who’s always ready to murder someone and her sunshine gf who’s always wearing pink and smiling, we can think of all the details later!! OR we could group this w any of the plots above if u want. here’s some inspo links bc why not: one & two.

#*wanted plots

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cheemken · 10 months

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What do you mean the villain au is supposed to be dead dove don't eat???? hello?????

but will you actually write the au like that or keep it as it is? I'm curious what changes there will be or will it stay the same?

if it's no trouble, what about a little snippet of it being dead dove don't eat, if that's alright with you!

Yeah it's supposed to be the epitome of all my angsty stuff, like, the whumpiest of whump of all my aus, all the fucked up horrible things that a character can go through or do should be in that au hahah

Ah, idk, maybe?? If someone asks hahah or maybe that chance went by na, so hey I'm just going w what we have rn, it's still dope hahah

And I didn't really write stuff bc ofc it's just a concept for me, just smth I'd think abt and I never write that stuff down unless someone asks or if I wanna share hahah but hey have some concepts on the initial concept of the villain Dia au, as a treat uvu

Like,, Diantha is legit the worst in my initial concept of the villain au, homegirl legitimately did not give a single fuck abt anyone that isn't her brother or Geeta, she actually killed Malva herself and made her own pkmn watch. Her manipulation runs especially deep in Augustine to the point that this man couldn't even talk back in a certain tone to his sister nor could he ever say no to her, so every secret he was told to keep by someone else, he has to tell her, or else. And hey, w Geeta too, she probs killed a man for Dia at one point let's be real, and Dia showered her w praises, telling her she's such a really good friend for doing her that one favour

Idk if you remember but like, that concept w Mom Carnet? Yeah, Diantha wasn't supposed to kill her during that, my first thought of it was that she kept Mom Carnet alive till present time, and tortured her in the basement. Yknow, burning her skin too, hitting her with that rod, engraving her own initials on Mom Carnet's body, laughing at her as she watches her cry and plead for forgiveness, to just kill her, to grant her at least that mercy. But nah, Diantha suffered so long under her mother, it's only fair her mother suffers too. Mom Carnet is still alive tho, like that concept where Cynthia and Augustine tries to look for Dia? Yeah, Augustine was supposed to find Mom Carnet in the basement during that hahah

Dia in the initial concept is an absolute demon spawn, like tragic backstory be damned honestly, she doesn't care abt purging the world of evil or anything, oh no, she just wanted a world where she would be hailed as queen, for people to worship her like the god that she is. Like she really got everyone in Kalos wrapped around her fingers and none of them are any wiser. When she killed Malva, she told everyone that she probably couldn't stand a life without Lysandre, so she followed suit, and the people believed her and they all grieved, but Dia really didn't care, she thought it was funny that they'd grieve over a member of Flare, a useless organization that was ran by an even worthless man

She really knows how to break anyone and make them bow to her will, knows just what they desire, sensual or not, she'll give them just that, give them everything they want, and suddenly she'd take it from them, saying if they don't pledge their loyalty to her, then they'd share the same fate as those who were damned by Arceus

And yknow, the tournament thing happened still, but w this I wanna say Diantha really didn't cause a huge uproar w Yveltal, rather she got Rose assassinated, or she got him kidnapped, and she ends up torturing him the same way she did w Mom Carnet. Like maybe locking him up in a dark and small room, leaving him there for days, until he loses his mind. And for her it's fun to watch him slowly descend to madness, it's fun taunting him on where his little champion is, why isn't he here to save you then? She'd laugh at him, showing him a picture of Leon still living his best life, and then looks at Rose, sneering at him, bc he doesn't care about you. He never did. And basks in the sheer amount of morbid joy she felt when his arrogant look paled, this is what happens I guess, when you try to challenge me

And yeah hahahah this was really fun to write for this ask, but yeah that's like, the tip of the iceberg still ig there's still a whole lot going on but hey hahah

#real quick tho is it really still called dead dove dont eat?? like.. for the really angsty stuff?#cause i looked it up here and majority of the content in that tag is smut #is whump the thing i should use for this??#ah well hey if anything yall just send an ask on what tags to use on this bc i really dont know #angst #heavy angst #death mention tw #torture mention #murder mention tw #just to be safe hahah #villain diantha au #an ask and an answer #anon

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hoeforalbedo · 2 years

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zodiac — leo ( im not well informed abt the moon, sun, rising stuff lol )

initials — kw

deck — aphrodite ( second )

personality — both emotionally and materially, i am a genius. big claims, ik but no ones gonna brag for me so ill simply take it upon myself ;) ive also been told that im very conversational w the way i have friends that r all so different, but im also incredibly literal and pretentious so its a small wonder how i dislike people so silently.

im heavily opinionated and enjoy arguing w someone in a way that makes them wish they kept their mouth shut ;) i love material things such as the value of education or money in abundance, it always made me feel sure of myself.

id like tartaglia from gi pls !!

sorry if it was a mouthful, but this was very fun :)

A/N: Shawty I love your attitude I swear. Also I definitely agree with the last paragraph. Having money is like that sort of reward you get after working hard to get where you are. Nothing wrong with having those values for money. I’m a bit materialistic myself.

"It was worth a try."

"I loved you since we were kids."

"Honest feelings and bad timing makes the most painful combination."

Warning: Arguing, Angst no comfort, I’m so sorryyy

You both were once genuinely in love. Key word, was. When both of you got into a relationship, it was much different than being friends. When you guys first met, you were just innocent children you saw the world as nothing but cupcakes and rainbows. That was until Tartaglia fell into the Abyss. When he came back, he was different. No matter how many times he tries to act like his old self, there was always that lack of light in his eyes and all his words were all just lies.

Still, you love him and he said yes because he does have some sort of feelings for you. He knew that he’s still fucked up and he knew the dangers of being involved with you but at the same time, he needs you and so he hid everything. He continued to deny his past and every single day, you wake up to a cold bed and a cold house, wondering, worrying where the fuck he is.

When he’s home, he genuinely tries to make you happy and even when he’s away he would send you expensive gifts. As much as you loved being spoiled by him, what’s the point when he’s not there?

When he left for a whole week, each night you would stay awake in hopes that you’d be able to catch him when he walks through the door and give him the biggest hug. Unfortunately that never happened. As the days past, the more you lacked sleep and the more you lost hope.

The night he finally came back, he caught you in the living room with you back to him. You heard him though. “What type of job takes you a whole week without coming home and always leaving you all bloody and bruised?”

“It’s just some hustle, Y/N. No need to worry,” He laughs it off and once he makes his way in front of you, it was no longer a surprise that he had cuts and bruises and his past scars.

“I don’t understand why that side hustle leaves you coming home on the brink of death,” You say, your voice never changing yet your eyes say all the emotions there is. “Are you part of the fatui?”

“No.”

“Don’t think of me as stupid because I know, Tartaglia.” You know his job is wrong. He may have killed people and that leaves a bad taste in your mouth. You have values and despite your love for Childe, you can’t handle the fact that he’s dangerous.

“So what if I am? Are you going to go like everyone else?”

“Yes.”

“Wait no I can be better. I’ll be better for you! I love you Y/N!” He begs but once your mind is set, there’s no turning back.

“It was worth a try but you need to fix your shit up.” It may have come out very harsh but you didn’t go back on your words.

#genshin impact #genshin x gender neutral reader #childe x reader #Tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #fatui harbingers #harbinger x reader #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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gwaaaaar · 1 year

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So, remember that long ass post i made abt noah thy creature characterization bc i was ill. Here to back up on my claims btw. Spoilers below, this is info i gathered from regis altares stream as i cannot play the game </3

I... i kind of miss early access thy creature. The story and the flow was just, so much more natural and endearing and calm. Like you had time to savor the residents and get to know them. There wasn't a rush. This isn't to say the new version is bad, I just enjoyed the early access much more. Specifically the introduction. The way Noah is introduced first makes him feel more personal to the creature. In the final version you meet Noah, El and Justine all together. And oh my god El.

Where do I begin. He is not a bad character, on the contrary I think hes ok. But it feels as if he took Noahs more positive traits like the kindness and selflessness. And he feels ever so slightly shoehorned in, BUT he does have an important role. Afaik he is the nepe of madness, mazm spoiled that in like previous material and shit like im assuming its supposed to be a surprise but its so obvious theyre related. But to a newcomer it would be a surprise so i wont riff on mazm too much.

So yeah we meet El in the beginning as opposed to later on. This is important because madness is the third floor boss, if they wanted the twist with El to hit, the player would have to know him since the beginning. Since early access didnt have El then, they'd have to change up the approach.

Tbh how I'd write the new version would be keeping the EA plot, BUT, introduce El in the beginning with Noah, and also develop their interpersonal relationship because it seems Noah does trust El. It would be good to develop a reason why he trusts El and also El can convince him to help the creature. It would hopefully keep the same effect as the final version where you still get to meet El in the beginning.

While we are at change, Noah feels ever so slightly flanderized from early access, its hilarious. HE LITERALLY MAKES CASH REGISTER NOISES THATS HIS SFX!!!! Its so funny it makes me laugh, mori calliopes mickey voice for him is priceless. BUT, in a story sense, flanderization is kinda, not good. Its not good to reduce characters to a singular trait as that is how they become one dimensional.

However, I am making these assumptions based on the 3 hours of gameplay i have seen, and I am not saying this is Noah in entirety. For all i know he may get development and grow as a character. I applaud mazm for their characters as that is what they mainly focus on when it comes to writing. They want memorable characters, I just dont think flanderization is the way to go.

Noah in the new version is a man that lives by the sigma grindset. He cracks a lot more mortician jokes which is rlly funny that can stay. There is also a flyer for a "evans funeral service" which gives a two in one coffin deal, sounds familiar doesnt it? If Noah's last name is "Evans" then thats a pretty clever way of revealing that. But hes far more transactional and light hearted compared to previous Noah who could be an absolute edgelord if he wanted to.

EA Noahs lines about beggars asking for free services and his more dry sarcasm conveyed a more adult vibe to him. Hes like 33 hes seen some shit. Thats not old but more like enough time for him to be thoroughly unamused by the world. His tired lines reveal just how little faith he has in anyone but himself and certain people. But then you get his memories, you see that sweeter side to him, and he gets more lighthearted and a friend to the creature. He makes jokes with the creature, he teaches it about life and new words, all sorta fun stuff.

Hes still using it, hes 100 transparent about it and he apologizes for lying to the creature about going up the tower. However, the friendship it builds with the creature feels more personal, more earned. He helped the creature not because of someone elses interference (El in the new version), but out of his own will, even if there was financial intent behind it. He was the one that tried breaking down the door and failed. He had far more of an independent role and felt like a character, not azul ashengrotto 2.0. I have joked abt Noah being an MLM salesman but I did not expect this.

When Noah got his memories back in EA, he had a strong reaction to them, and you got to learn just a bit more about him, adding depth to his character. In the new version it doesn't really feel like you're getting anything new from it. Sure the meat is in the memories, but I think the character's reactions to those memories also matters a lot. It shows how they've changed as a person, and its a subtle way of self reflection.

I feel as if because we don't know about new Noah that much yet, he does fall a bit flat. I hope that his arc does not end here! And I am sure it wont! I'm sure his story will continue even beyond floor one. Mazm is amazing at characters when it wants to be, and for a game like thy creature, i think it does want to be outstanding.

#mazm #mazm thy creature #Noah thy creature

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