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unicyclehippo · 2 years

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One word prompts, blistering?

her eyes don’t go back to normal, not quite. she knows because when she lays back and tries to sleep, sometimes she ends up staring at the cracks in the ceiling and she sees it. like the lights laudna had told her about, the moonweaver’s ribbons winding across the fabric of the night sky. in their room, there’s no god spilling magic, just the crackle of lightning within her irises that sends lines of light to snake across their ceiling. wispy, tremulous.

her eyes don’t go back to normal, not quite. laudna knows because imogen tells her when she wakes, but also because when they settle in one room the next morning to talk, to recalculate what the fuck they’re going to do, imogen stares at her. she can’t concentrate—raised voices and heightened intent as everyone plans makes her ears buzz, her mind buzz. she curls into a chair far from the others, across the room. tucks her legs up beneath her and leans into the wall. she doesn’t try to pay attention to anything but laudna. always a comfort, and increasingly so.

at first, imogen looks her over for signs of hurt but, finding none, allows herself to simply stare.

her eyes linger on the graceful twist of laudna’s wrist as she speaks. the glimmer of gold when she turns her head, earcuffs catching light. her mended clothes hanging in graceful swoops from thin shoulders, how the deep red lends a faint rose to pale skin. imogen treks every uncovered inch of that skin—still so pale and smooth, despite every day they spent together under an unforgiving sun—imogen had tanned, freckled, and laudna while had oozed sweat under the heat, apologetic, her skin had never shifted a shade.

the tendons in her neck flex, strain, appearing as she snaps at someone—probably chetney—and then sink beneath her skin once more when she calms. it makes imogen think of those sea creatures she’d read about, fin cutting up through the surface of the water as it approaches and dipping away. dangerous creatures, but imogen had always thought them beautiful too. she contents herself with the private thought that the same could be said of laudna.

within a few moments of her staring, laudna says,

‘hm,’ and looks over her shoulder at imogen.

she rouses. lifts her head from where she leans it against the wall. ‘laudna? what is it?’

‘no, nothing.’ she doesn’t believe herself, tone cautious. imogen must make some show of her discomfort because laudna smiles. ‘nothing bad, i should say. were you watching me? just now?’

imogen flushes.

across the room, fearne looks up from her vigorous brushing of mister’s fire fur—he withstands it, nuzzling into her hand at every pass of the brush—and waggles her brows.

heat burns up the back of imogen’s neck, the tips of her ears. ‘i—yes,’ she admits, drops her eyes down to her lap, her twisting fingers.

laudna slips over to join her, sits herself on the arm of imogen’s chair. she doesn’t touch imogen directly but the chill that accompanies her rolls over her, encompasses them both. it is as much comforting, soothing, easing her furious blush, as it is exhilarating, skin prickling, breath catching at the chill.

‘i didn’t mean to embarrass you,’ laudna apologises. ‘only, i thought i could—hm—feel it.’

‘feel it? like, what i was thinking?’

‘no. your eyes.’ laudna crooks a finger then and, quite without warning, touches it beneath imogen’s chin, tilts her face up.

imogen is helpless against the small touch—laudna uses such gentle force but the touch, less than a tap, shivers through imogen’s skin, sinks into her. redoubles, magnifies. the force of it makes her heart stutter and, when laudna’s finger drags slow to the very point of imogen’s chin, she thinks it have might stopped entirely.

laudna tsks, the sound thoughtful, curious. she leans closer, down toward her, so close that her cool breath puffs against imogen’s cheek. imogen holds herself still. stares back at laudna, unmoving, unblinking.

‘it was warm,’ laudna murmurs. the finger beneath her chin lifts, skims up the swell of her cheek to brush beneath one eye.

intent on examining imogen, laudna cannot begrudge it if imogen stares back, entranced; she could help herself into laudna’s mind, could sink into the black pools endlessly and beyond into the depths of her mind. she does not. she searches instead the care and curiosity apparent in laudna’s eyes, searches for anything more, anything that laudna might be willing to show her. all she sees in those obsidian sharp eyes is the reflected shine of her own eyes; all she sees, in those beloved eyes, is her own bared soul, her own exposed desire, and cannot tell for fear and for hope whether it is reflected only, or mirrored.

‘laudna—‘

a flicker, a crack in those black eyes, and laudna pulls away, wrenches her eyes away. she laughs, the sound uncertain, brittle.

‘forgive me,’ she breathes. her hands are shaking as they slide into her hair. ‘i- i don’t know quite what overcame me,’

‘i don’t mind,’ imogen tells her. the moment is broken but she can’t bring herself to speak any louder than a whisper, love keeping her in its chokehold.

laudna swallows. tendons in her neck rising and falling. imogen knows well what the danger is, of being involved, of being in love—knows that laudna being her favourite isn’t just risking her heart but her life, again—so she doesn’t press, doesn’t move. only watches her as she flees back to the table, to the others. laudna must feel the blistering warmth of it again because after a moment, she touches two trembling fingers to her lips, to the searing ghost of a kiss.

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greetingfromthedead · 1 month

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Green Horror (Wolfwood x GN!Reader)

Plot: You catch a cold and Wolfwood has a magic remedy you aren't too happy with.

Pairing: Wolfwood x GN!Reader

Raiting: Everyone

Tags: domestic fluff, sickfic, hurt/comfort, flu, common cold, caretaking, banter, play fighting, forceful administration of medicine, some swearing, WW is a little shit

Word count: ~ 1.1k

Author's Note: (H/Cr)appy flu and cold season! A Wolfwood sickfic to match Vash's.

You woke up with a scratchy throat but chose to ignore it completely, certain it would go away on its own. But instead of leaving you alone, the sore throat continued to worsen throughout the day. You keep your talking to a minimum, afraid your voice will be gone before long. You keep a low profile, avoiding Wolfwood and slinking between the kettle and the bed. You really don't want him to know that you're feeling a bit poorly. It's better to just soldier through and hope it passes soon. You'll get better with tea, rest, and willpower; you're sure of it. Just stay quiet, and hope he doesn't notice.

As you settle into bed after getting your fifth cup of tea, you feel the scrathing getting worse. You hurried a little too fast out of the living room, where he was tinkering with something you didn't see. Now you are a bit winded, and the heavy breathing causes your lungs to spasm violently. You try to muffle the sound with your blanket, but it's too late.

"Did I hear you coughing?" Wolfwood's voice sounds from the other room.

"No, you didn't!" you reply, nearly starting another coughing fit.

Footsteps approach, and you see his figure appear in the doorway as you settle into bed, holding the cup and book with as much composure as you can muster. You look over to him with a forced smile. You're not very good at acting natural around him when you have something to hide.

"Really?" He leans against the doorframe and acts nonchalant. "Man, I must be hearing things then. I could have sworn I heard some coughing. I must be wrong."

"Wouldn't be the first time." You turn your gaze to the book again, but you have completely lost where you left off.

"Yeah… Guess my eyes are also playing tricks on me, and you don't actually have a red nose and puffy eyes, Doll."

You can feel his eyes on your skin, and you shift the book to hide your face from him.

"Yeah, you should get them checked, or perhaps go take a nap. You're being delusional." You swallow, but you manage to do it just a little bit wrong, irritating your throat in a way that makes you cough again, and you nearly spill some tea. You quickly cover your mouth with your arm, trying to hide your face from him.

Wolfwood lets out a laugh, and you glare at him.

"I'm glad it's just a cold!" He chuckles with his arms crossed. "I thought you were mad at me! You've been avoiding me all morning! A cold I can deal with. But if you were actually mad at me, I wouldn't know what to do."

He pushes off the doorway to head out, and you know what's coming next.

"No! Nico! Come back!" you yell after him as he disappears. This outburst was too much and leaves you coughing again.

"I will be in a bit! Stay put!" You hear his voice calling out to you, and a shiver runs up your spine.

You put aside your book and sip on your tea, comforting your burning throat. You're halfway done and feel much better by the time Wolfwood comes back, and you see that he is holding something.

"No! Go away!" You try to be commanding, but you see the grin on his face.

"But, love, it's my duty to take care of you. In sickness and in health. Right?" He approaches you, and you see the green liquid in the shotglass he is holding.

"Lucky, we aren't married. Feel free to leave. Don't bring that near me!" You point at his hand holding the mysterious concoction.

"Oh, Poppet, don't be like that." He is unable to mask the amusement in his tone. "I'm here to cure you! It's Miss Melanie's recipe! All the kids in the orphanage got rid of their cold with this magic potion."

"I don't care. I'm not drinking that." You scoot further along the bed after putting away your mug. "It's horrendous!"

"Don't be dramatic, darling," he purrs as he reaches your bed. "It's just a little booster, and you'll be all better."

"I don't need it!" You say a bit nasally, "I just need to drink tea and rest. I'll be better tomorrow!"

"But this will fix you in an hour." A mischievous glint appears in his eyes like a cat hunting a mouse for sport. "Won't you take it willingly?"

You shake your head rabidly. "No thanks. I'll stick to my tea."

Your mind is more sluggish than you realized, since before you can truly react and roll away from him, Wolfwood has already bounced. He left the green horror on the nightstand as he wraps you tighter in the blanket and sits on top of you.

"Piss off!" You try to fight him off, but he catches your arms and tucks them under the blanket that he keeps tightly around you like a straitjacket with his knees. "You little shit! Get off me!"

You feel another fit coming on despite your soothed throat. Wolfwood just laughs and says, "Calm down; it's for your own good."

"Never! I know what an atrocious concoction that is!" You try to wiggle out of your captivity with no results. Wolfwood smirks and reaches for the shotglass. "I'll cough on you! Then you'll be sick too!"

"No worries, Poppet, I'll just drink one of these and be better in no time." He raises the glass like he is cheering you, "Now do me a favor and hold still."

To your surprise, he downs the horrible green liquid himself, but before you realize what is happening, he grabs hold of your face and presses his mouth on yours. As a reflex, your lips part a little for the kiss, but that's your mistake, since the bitter and sour taste of the so called medicine engulfs your tongue as Wolfwood forces it into your mouth. You don't want to taste the horror, so you swallow it quickly.

Wolfwood loosens his grip on your face and pulls away with a satisfied expression.

"Wasn't so bad, was it, baby bird?" he laughs.

"Bleh!" you let out a disgruntled noise and stick your tongue out. "I hate you!"

"I love you too, Doll!" He chuckles and places a gentle kiss on your forehead before getting off you. "You'll be better in an hour, promise!"

And that annoying fucker is right.

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year

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the man in black | knj (2)

you hope to meet a tall, dark, handsome man at a bar.

✨ title: the man in black | ✨ pairing: namjoon x f!reader ✨ genre/au: fluff, light smut(?) | strangers-to-lovers(?), bookstore!au ✨ rating: R | ✨ word count: 3.8k ✨ warnings: namjoon in the black turtleneck/black slacks outfit, language, alcohol consumption, kissing, touching, allusions to sex, minor details about sex (spanking, cockwarming) ✨ a/n: helloooo! and we're back with these two crazy people who f*cked in a bathroom bar lmaoooo. this takes place before and after the first drabble. ;) and this is un-beta'd b/c i couldn't wait to post it, again, apologies if this suuuucks. translation cr to doolsetbangtan | also tagging @jeongkoos

[ PREV ]

[ Three hours earlier ]

Dating apps weren’t doing it anymore because you’d match with the most boring guys in the city. You only had one week left until your parents would set you up on a blind date. And knowing your parents, you wouldn’t put your trust in them either. You wanted to meet someone in a natural way. It was dumb, and you know that, but nothing else was working. Why couldn’t you dream of meeting a tall, dark, and handsome stranger in a grocery store while the two of you reached for the same apple? Stupid, you know, but you can dream, can’t you?

You sighed, stirring your vodka soda in its clear glass. The bar was pretty full on a Friday night, and you happened to find an empty seat amongst the sea of couples on a date. Getting dolled up and coming to the bar was the best idea you could come up with in hopes of meeting your soulmate. You were leaving it up to destiny to bring this non-existent man you’d dreamt of.

The seat next to you opened up, and immediately, it was taken by a man. Quickly glancing to see if he would be a possible candidate, you noticed the ring on his finger and shifted your body away from him.

When you called the bartender over, you were nearly finished with your drink, but your attention was interrupted by feedback on a mic. You looked to see five guys filing in, four of them in white dress shirts and one in a black turtleneck - someone didn’t get the memo, you chuckled quietly.

One of the men in white tapped on the mic before speaking into it. “Hello, we apologize for interrupting you on this beautiful night, but I–we wanted to come up here and perform this song for my beautiful bride-to-be.”

Everyone turned their heads and clapped as the man pointed to the woman sitting towards the front, who was blushing and covering her face from embarrassment.

“This is for you, baby.”

A low, sexy beat blasted from the speakers, and a low, husky voice overwhelmed everyone’s ears. Everyone bobbed their head to the song as the men in white began singing and rapping. You thought about the bride-to-be sitting in the front row, about how lucky she was to find someone who would embarrass himself because he loved her so much.

As the song continued, you waved the bartender down once more to order another vodka soda, and the drink was in your hands faster than the man you wanted to be dropped in your lap. Like everyone else, you bobbed your head to the song's beat, and it wasn’t until you heard a voice that had your attention again. Peering over, it was the man who didn’t get the memo, the man who was in all black, just oozing sexy vibes from head to toe. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. How could you not? He stood out the most from the rest of the group. You guessed he was a part of their wedding party - probably had a significant other already. Who wouldn’t, especially when he looked like that?

You giggled at their choreographed dance while the others looked silly; the man in all black was the complete opposite. He was putting his whole body and soul into it, his dimpled grin on display, ruining all of the women (and men) in the crowd. His head rolled back from side to side, showing off his thick neck. He pulled his sleeves up, revealing what looked like an expensive watch, as he continued to carry on with their dance.

Once they finished their song, the bride-to-be stood up, giving her future groom a kiss. Feeling a bit flustered from the hollers and roars from the crowd, she quickly pulled him off the stage. The rest of the group bowed, saying thank you, and heading back to their tables and seats. While some sat down, the man in all black made their way to the bar. Your eyes widened, feeling frantic by being in the mere presence of a man that God chiseled himself. He looked even better up close.

With your back turned, the man in all black took a seat next to you, his thigh accidentally brushing up against yours, but he didn’t notice. It was enough to make your core ache. Yes, it’s been a while since you’ve been touched.

“Namjoon-ah, you had the whole crowd going wild,” said the bartender.

You nodded. “You really did,” you muttered, gasping, covering your mouth when you realized you had said it out loud. Fuck. Clearing your throat, you mumbled an apology before getting up to crawl into a hole to hide from your embarrassment.

The man in black, you assumed to be Namjoon, turned, calling out to you. “Wait–”

Sheepishly turning around, you sipped on your vodka soda to face the man himself. God–he was really gorgeous, tall, dark, and handsome, his skin a beautiful honey color. “You really liked my performance?” he asked, tilting his head. His eyes turned into a crescent shape, the corners of his lips curving into a smile, letting his dimples appear.

“Yeah, I mean, you seem like a natural on stage.”

“It’s ‘cause he is,” the bartender interjected. “He does spoken word.”

You wouldn’t have expected someone like him to do spoken word. Guess you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. “That’s, um, that’s pretty cool.”

Namjoon grabbed his wallet from his back pocket, pulled out a slate grey card, handing it to you. Gazing at the card, it read, ‘Moonchild Books and Cafe.’

“If you’re free tomorrow, there’s an event I’m holding. We’ll have local authors and poets reading some of their works,” he softly smiled, holding onto the card longer than expected. He apologized when he realized you were trying to take the card.

You flashed a thin smile, staring at the card in your hand, muttering his full name, ‘Kim Namjoon.’

You stayed for another hour or so, wanting to enjoy the live music but also low-key, avoiding the man in black, aka Kim Namjoon.

Every now and again, you'd catch stolen glances from across the room while he was with his friend group. You'd look away, hoping he didn’t catch you blushing like a schoolgirl who’d been eyeing their crush. He’s just a man, for fuck’s sake, but you had it down bad for a stranger you had the smallest of conversations with.

The time was nearly 11 o’clock before you decided to call it a night. The crowd was still lively, dancing the night away, but you didn’t feel like being a loser anymore sitting by yourself.

Walking down the hallway toward coat check, you were suddenly jolted in the direction of the bathroom. The door opened as you followed behind, recognizing the man in black pulling you in. Honestly, if it were anyone else, you’d cry for help. Considering it was tonight's sexy, gorgeous man, you’ll go along with it.

“Hi,” Namjoon’s voice was low and deep, caging you against the wall, making sure to lock the door behind you.

You managed to croak out some kind of greeting back.

Even his chuckle was sinister. “Couldn’t really let you go without talking to you again.”

You let out a small snort. “So, you chose the bathroom?”

He nodded while smiling, showing off those pretty dimples. “Needed someplace quiet.”

Biting on your lip, you suppressed the smile trying to creep up. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

Namjoon gazed into your eyes, discovering your beauty at an even closer range. “Please understand that I’m…never this forward, especially with someone I’ve just met.” As much as you were watching him tonight, he was doing the same – found you adorable, attractive, and stunning.

You told him your name, and he repeated it. “Should probably be on a first-name basis, huh? Just in case you need to scream my name.”

He grinned. “Very bold of you to assume I’ll be screaming your name tonight. Maybe you’ll be screaming mine,” Namjoon remarked, cocking his eyebrow.

“I’ll gladly scream your name, Namjoon,” you admitted shamelessly before leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips–and yes, they were as soft as you imagined, full, pouty, plush. Lips, you would never be tired of kissing.

Namjoon smiled into the kiss, thinking how much he loved that you kissed him first. His tongue nipped your top lip, begging it to open wider so he could continue to explore everything you had to offer. The somersaults unfolded in your stomach when he cupped your face, pressing his big frame against yours–his frame wasn’t the only thing that was big. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his growing erection pressed against your stomach.

He broke the kiss. “Can I touch you?” he asked, stopping everything until you gave him the okay, which you acknowledged quickly that you were completely okay with him doing anything he wanted.

Suddenly, he crouched, hooking your thighs and lifting you, causing an excited yelp to escape. Namjoon continued placing kisses on your neck as he settled you down on top of the cold counter, which felt nice against your burning skin. He connected his mouth to yours again, hands grazing your thighs. Lifting the hem of your dress, he hooked his fingers under your lace panties, making you squirm out of them and tossing them aside.

“Mm…much better,” he hummed.

[ the next day ]

“When can I see you again?”

That was the last thing Namjoon asked. He had already invited you to his bookstore event. It would be the perfect opportunity to see him again, but would it make you look desperate? Seeing a guy right after you fuck him? You shuddered at the thought of him being inside you again. It wouldn’t look that desperate, would it?

“So, let me get this straight. A tall, dark, handsome man fucks you in the bathroom of a bar, asks you when he can see you again, and you’re sitting here with me?” your best friend Yejin asked, gesturing for you to lean in closer to her. She lightly struck your head with her knuckles. “You dummy! We’re going to see this man.”

Technically, you had already made plans with Yejin, and you did consider going to Namjoon’s, but that was before you fucked him in the bathroom. “Stop, Yejin–I can’t go see this guy.”

Yejin stared blankly. “You’re always complaining about not finding ‘the one,’ and when he literally shows up right in front of you and INVITES you to go out then gives you the best sex of your life, you’re refusing all of a sudden? What happened to destiny and all that fate bullshit you’re always going on about?”

“I didn’t say he was the best sex I’ve ever had!” you whisper-shouted, hoping the people around you didn’t hear your conversation with your best friend. “I said he’s the best sex I’ve had in a long time. There’s a difference!”

Yejin rolled her eyes. You were impossible. The universe finally gave you what you wanted, right as you’re about to give up and go on a stupid blind date? Maybe it was too good to be true. Namjoon was like a fever dream. Sex with him was hot as fuck, but you'd hardly think it could turn into anything more. You literally had sex with a man you'd just met. It probably wouldn't be the best love story to tell to your future grandchildren. Do you know how we met? We fucked in a bathroom bar.

“Who am I kidding, Yejin? All that fate and destiny stuff is just that–bullshit.”

Maybe Namjoon would be the guy before 'the one'. Either way, the thought of keeping the blind date didn't sound bad at the moment. It could be a good backup in case nothing went further with Namjoon.

“Bullshit or not. We’re going.”

When the two of you arrived at the quaint, cute bookstore, you were quite impressed. It was like walking into a different world, walls filled with books from floor to ceiling, soft, broken-in brown leather sofas scattered throughout the space, tables, and chairs filled the area in the middle, while a small line of customers occupied the back where the sound of the espresso machine was hissing.

Immediately, you recognized Namjoon, only this time; he was in a completely different outfit from the one last night - a red shirt, dark jeans, and a tan trench coat to finish off his look. A completely different vibe from the man in all-black. Regardless of whatever he was wearing, he still radiated such confidence that you’d ever seen a man carry - it wasn’t the pretentious kind either, which was a plus in your book.

Yejin nudged you forward to talk to him. You shuffled nervously, approaching, waiting for him to finish his conversation. After a minute, he noticed you waiting. He grabbed your attention, telling you to wait for him.

“Hey–you came!” He didn’t know if should give you a hug, kiss, or handshake, so it turned out to be an awkward high-five.

“Yeah, um–I’m here with my friend,” you turned to point but realized how it looked because Yejin was nowhere in sight. It probably looked like you were trying to make excuses. “She’s…here somewhere. I'm sure we'll find her later."

He smiled, showing those sweet dimples you could curl into and sleep in. "Welcome to Moonchild Books and Cafe. I apologize. It's a bit crazy in here today. I wasn't expecting so many people."

Namjoon was really something else, completely different from the person you met last night. But you were intrigued to learn more about this side of him.

"Looks like this is a popular spot to be,” you commented, observing the buzz of the small crowd chattering and finding a seat.

“You gonna stay and hang out?”

Well, you were already here. It would be weird to leave. “Are you performing?”

He nodded.

You beamed at him. “Save me a seat in the front row?”

“Reserved and ready to go.”

You’d never been to a show quite like this. You’ve been to book readings by local authors but what Namjoon had put together was an incredible collective of local poets and artists. As if last night’s performance at the bar with his friends didn’t already impress you, this afternoon had you on your knees.

The last artist on stage, Min Yoongi’s piece was so raw, so real - you felt it in your bones. He was the person that Namjoon was speaking with when you first came in. And at the end of his performance, he promoted another event he’d be performing at as well, and you made sure to make note of it.

The crowd clapped and cheered for Yoongi as he stepped off, and Namjoon stepped up to the mic. He let out a nervous chuckle when someone in the crowd screamed his name. You guessed he had fans - but who wouldn’t be a fan? Namjoon checked off many boxes on your list, and you wondered how many he’d keep checking off.

“Thanks for coming out, my little Moonchildren. So, originally I planned to perform something else, but when inspiration hits, you gotta go with it, right?” he let out another chuckle, and the crowd agreed. “I, uh, stayed up too late writing this and prepping all morning, so I hope you guys like it.”

Is this love

Sometimes I know

Sometimes I don’t

There are words circulating around me

But none feels like how I feel

I can just feel it

Like the moon surely rises after the sun rises

Like fingernails grow,

Like the trees undress themselves layer by layer when the winter comes

That you are the one who will give meaning to my memories

That you are the one who will make a person into a love

Before knowing you, my heart was only filled with straight lines only

I’m just a human, human, human

You erode all my edges

And make me love, love, love

We are humans, humans, humans

Among those countlessly many straight lines

My love, love, love

When we sit gently on it, it becomes a heart

I live so I love

Live and love

If it’s love, I will love you

Namjoon stared directly into your soul when he emphasized the last line. Were you the inspiration for this piece? You couldn’t be, right? You’d briefly met the man, so there’s no way this could be about you. Unless he was in the same situation and was also completely smitten by a stranger he had fucked in a bathroom bar.

Yejin nudged you, leaning in. "Future boyfriend has a way with words."

After hearing him speak, only heart eyes came from you, like in those old cartoons where the main character has completely fallen head over heels. The simplicity and complexity of his words, the playfulness in his voice, and the way he was able to paint a beautiful story within a matter of minutes were impressive, to say the least.

“If you don’t fuck him again, I will,” Yejin snickered.

“Shut up,” you spat at her. It took everything in your power not to jump up on stage and give everyone a show. You were feeling hot and bothered, wanting to ask if you had any part inspiring what he had just performed. Though, it’d be embarrassing if you asked and it was about someone else.

Both you and Yejin stuck around after the crowd dwindled. You introduced Yejin to Namjoon, making it known to him that you weren’t lying about having a friend come with you. Namjoon asked if you wanted to hang out with him while he finished cleaning up. Yejin made the excuse of ‘being tired’ and would call a taxi home so that you could use the car. Shameless, as she was devising an agenda for you.

The last of Namjoon’s employees left, and you didn’t mind helping him - it gave you more time to get to know him without the getting naked part.

“You were pretty amazing on stage tonight. A bit intimidating, if I may say so myself.”

Namjoon waved his hand. “Nah–that’s just something I do for fun. This, right here,” he pointed to the bookstore, “this is my baby, my moonchild. So, you have nothing to be afraid of–I won’t bite,” he teased.

You raised an eyebrow, kind of hoping he was a biter. “Not a biter, hmm?” you asked, setting down the towel in your hand and staring at him.

Namjoon walked over to you, looking broad and burly in his red t-shirt. You didn’t get to see much of him last night. His black turtleneck clung to his body, but you still wondered what the rest of his body looked like. Granted, you didn’t mind his cock at all.

His eyes darkened, raving over your eyes, nose, then down to your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

You chuckled. “I kind of think we’re past that point now.”

“Bestie…” Yejin glared when you walked in the door at 9 AM on a Sunday. “You need to tell me anything?”

You lifted the small white bag filled with donuts and the tray of coffee. “I brought you goodies,” you said with a cheesy smile.

Yejin waved you over to the couch. “Come on. Give me all the details,” she said, patting a spot next to her.

After telling Yejin in detail what you and Namjoon did after the bookstore event, you found yourself very horny reliving it.

“Who knew you’d be into spanking?” Yejin laughed. “And cockwarming.”

“Right? Who the hell am I? And to be fair, many of the guys I’ve been with have been very vanilla, and Namjoon is just on a whole other level,” you groaned, lulling your head back.

The past two days have been more than satisfactory. You’d been whining and complaining about not finding a guy, but one suddenly drops in your lap, and you’re scared it’s too good to be true. Even the conversation you had with him after sex at his goddamn bookstore made you want to squirm. You learned he was obviously already intelligent but funny and a bit of a dork, which you supposed was needed to throw off the hot and sexy.

“Yejin,” you propped your head back up, and she hummed, turning to you. “You’d tell me if I was moving too fast, right?”

“Bestie…I love you, and you deserve to be happy. Remember…the only thing holding yourself back is you, and honestly, who cares if the two of you didn’t meet in a ‘natural way’, that’ll be a part of your love story.”

You didn’t want to admit it, but Yejin was right. Who cares if you and Namjoon had a perfect love story? That’s the beauty of love, really. It happens in a variety of ways.

Later that day, you bucked up the courage to go down to Moonchild Books + Cafe to see Namjoon again for the third day in a row. One might call you obsessed, but that’s because you might be just a smidge.

You walked in with a whole ass speech prepared, ready to confess only a few days worth of getting to know one another. But that’s what love does to you, right? Makes you do things you normally would never do.

Unbeknownst to you, Namjoon was also prepped with a speech. He wasn’t expecting to see you again so fast, but he did not mind it one bit.

“Hey, can we talk?”

“Sure, we can go to my office.”

Walking through the hallway to his office, you continued to mentally prepare to confess your feelings. You were also ready to be rejected because, who knows, you could be making a fool of yourself.

The pair of you sat on his brown leather sofa, facing one another. Namjoon flashed a thin smile, waiting for you to speak, but was only met with silence.

“I like you—”

To your surprise, he blurted out the same thing as you. The pair of you laughed at the sudden declaration. So really, you had nothing to worry about because he was probably just as nervous as you.

“You like me?” you asked sheepishly.

Namjoon chuckled. “I know it seems crazy because we barely know each other, but I would love the chance to get to if you’d like.”

You covered your mouth as you laughed. “Oh my god. I literally came here with a whole speech prepared, and I couldn’t even spit it out. But yes, I feel the same way. I know how we met was unconventional, but honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He shuffled closer to you on the leather sofa, lips curving into a smile, his hand cupping your cheek. “Me too.”

#namjoon fic #namjoon fanfic #namjoon x reader #namjoon x you #bts fanfic #bts #namjoon #kim namjoon #bts fic #bts x you #bts x reader #namjoon scenario #namjoon imagine #namjoon smut

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utilitycaster · 7 months

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I'm already very burnt out on cross-fandom polls and have been for some time because they're often poorly curated (if at all) by people mostly unfamiliar with the majority of the entries and unwilling to do enough research to counteract this, but like...the one for female characters mistreated by their fandoms (which was in the CR main tag for a Veth and Keyleth match up for which the propaganda was...revealing on several levels) is egregiously bad. Half the submissions seem to be criticizing writers rather than fans. Many of the other characters were not so much mistreated as simply "not universally loved" or "existed in a fandom space in which, due to this being the real world, there was a nonzero amount of misogyny, but on the whole were fairly popular and well-received." Like, when I think "fucked over by the fandom" for women characters I think "people actively want this character to be fridged/constant cries of Mary Sue about the canon version of the character simply because she is not a damsel/treated as a shipping doll for the Male Hero and nothing more" not "some fans think this character, who has flaws because she is a complex and well-written character, has flaws" or "not everyone likes her" or "her story did not go the way I personally wanted"

#fwiw i think veth and keyleth are valid additions though time has been kinder to both of them #but the veth argument is CLEARLY written by a either a bitter shipper or as someone once notably called it a diet t*rf #and the keyleth one is part of that larger issue of people not bothering to put in any effort to talk through anything about that situation

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blorbologist · 1 year

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Squinting at the blorbos like rats in a lab

Tags are minimal unfortunately, this is a personal blog so it’s a barrage of all sorts! I DO tag critical role spoilers with #critical role spoilers and #cr spoilers, given I often liveblog, and will tag until the episode is on YouTube.

I also do fanfic! You can find me on AO3 at umwelt!

My main ongoing project is my 'Age of Arcanum Perc'ahlia AU', where Vax is the Warden of Ravens, Vex'ahlia his (lonely) Champion, and Percival is the creator of aeormatons. I tag posts about the au #age of arcanum AU if interested!

Prologue ... CH 3

Cat's Cradle is currently a WIP on hiatus, under #cat’s cradle AU, a lil modern Perc’ahlia AU with foster kittens. Compiling chapters on AO3, but tumblr stays a few chapters ahead:

CH 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15

My big completed project is my 'Raven Queen’s champion instead ' AU. You can find posts about it under #vex is the raven queen’s champion AU.

Some writing, sneak peaks and ask games happen here on tumblr, too. More than some. oops.

You can [hopefully, assuming Tumblr behaves] find my writing under the tag #my writing, and ask under #ask game usually!

Like what I do? Consider buying me a coffee so I can stay sane enough to finish these WIPs! And my thesis!

I do not take requests. Prompts are only when I’ve RB’d a relevant prompt game - I’m in gradschool, assume I’m busy by default lol

Projects:

Architect of our demise [onwards to Vasselheim!]

Cat's cradle / Kitten AU [on hiatus for Uni]

Daughters or Dolls [plotting, title is a wip]

Second chapter to My heart’s a vessel for ill intent? [not started]

Perc’ahlia travel troubles comfort fic [half-done?]

Recoil chapter 2 [dusty wip, like a quarter done?]

And so will I chapter 3, Jester [dusty wip]

Nursery rhymes as told by briarpatches chapter 4, Greypool [dusty wip, half done?]

Vex’s menial duties as Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt [got one thing done?]

Kyssandra hide and seek fic [birthday gift for Burr <3]

Vex and Vax in the Slayer's Take in TLOVM [Vexahra for Nova <33]

AUs:

Vex is the Raven Queen’s Champion AU [One for sorrow / Two for joy]

Modern AU bottlefeeding kittens [Cat’s Cradle]

Age of Arcanum AU [Architect of our demise]

Delilah controls Laudna’s heartbeat [My heart’s a vessel]

Filles du roi Perc'ahlia AU [historical Québec au, plottin]

Ruidusborn!Percy AU [just ideas]

Leona runs off to the Cobalt Soul AU [maybe a quarter done?]

MILF and DILF Perc'ahlia marriage of convenience [posted part 1!]

Percy is the pact weapon AU [Get your hands dirty]

2/3 Vampires Bashter AU [got that one snippet to work off of]

Tiefling!Percy AU [brainchild with Essay <333]

FMA AU [A whole mess, one ficlet posted]

Fox woman dreaming AU [1/2 posted]

Just tons of random Gilmore/Vax’ildan/Keyleth shit bc i lov the thems

Perc’ahlia Atlantis AU [just in my brain and that One Screencap Redraw]

Accurate Jurassic Park AU [just vague mushing my two special interests together thots]

'The tale of Merciful and Lex' [Jester reads a smut novel 100% inspired by the de Rolos]

Ships:

OTPs are currently Perc’ahlia, Imodna and Laudmoore in that order. I usually only read fics of these ships bar rare exceptions.* NOTPs that are common enough to be worth mentioning are Widobrave, Widojest, Riprolo, anything remotely incesty or toeing the grooming line. I don’t want to interact with this content don’t fuckin make me.

Ships that aren’t my absolute feral loves, buuut that I’d be happy to write for are man. All canon CR ships, plus Beaujester, Bashter, Kiki/Vax/Gil, Callowmoore, Dorym, Chetney/Fearne, Widomauk, Kiki/Vex/Percy [with a huge *], onesided Tary/Percy, all fun! Also getting into the rarepair of Cassandra/Laudna for Reasons, and any Ace!Cass x NPCs her age.

Beyond that, just, y’know. Use basic critical thinking. Do I really need to write ‘hey! Don’t send me, a stranger, things you wouldn’t talk to a stranger about’? I have faith in y’all not to, for now ktrgnkrtnkgn

Have fun foraging through my blog - hope you find a few things of interest, writing or otherwise! <3

#pinned

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maxwellshimbo · 11 months

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I was tagged by both @alintheshitposter and @pleasehavepatience thank you besties <3

Let's go!

Share your wallpaper: I got this from a tumblr post. Bi lighting galaxy ™️

Last song you listened to: How not to drown by Chvrches ft Robert Smith. I don't even have something clever to say about it, this song just fucking rules.

Currently reading: I am like 98% through the novelization of Phonophobia. After that I will start Snuff by Terry Pratchett.

Last movie you watched: The D&D movie. Pretty sick! It captures the feeling of playing D&D quite well 😆

Craving: Nothing foodwise. I had such a big dinner that I never want to eat again 😵‍💫 other than that I am this 🤏 close to buying a Monster High doll.

What are you wearing right now: A black tank top with white hearts on it and black sweatpants. No socks.

How tall are you: 1,65m

Piercings: Just my earlobes. One on each side.

Tattoos: None yet! But I want one so bad 😩

Glasses? Contacts? Glasses only.

Last drink: Coffee. Yes, it is 10pm 🥴

Last thing I ate: Vegan Burger with fries

Last show: 🤔 probably Elementary my beloved. No wait, we watched an episode of the CR animated series. But at that time I was high on edibles so can't really remember 😵‍💫

Favorite color: Yellowish green and/or greenish yellow

Current obsession: I mean Drei Fragezeichen 🥴 so normal about them. Also Eurovision ✨

Unrelated obsession: Gödel's incompleteness theorem 🥴

Any pets: Leaf insects 😍

Do you have a crush on anyone: What, are you the cops? (The answer is yes)

Favorite fictional characters: Oof 😵‍💫 I do love a himbo. Zweiter Detektiv Peter Shaw my beloved. Also Joan Watson. She is not a himbo but still.

The last place you travelled to: Hamburch. This week I found out it was on the same day when Lotl filmed their Eurovision postcard there. I didn't see them but still a fun coincidence!

Last travel outside of Germany was Amsterdam.

I am tagging (*checks notes for mutuals who last interacted with posts*) @polyphemusmoths @badgermcghee @spezialgelagerte-rokokokokotte @joyfuladorable @steffen-dilfrael @glandin @19eightythree @pandakong

#tag game #idk should i tag drug mention?#drugs mention

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thesecondburgerking · 9 months

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I'm having a nice time :] i wanted a place to put stuff. Feel free to say hi in my inbox !

DNI if

younger than 18 or older than 23. I might interact if ur older than 23 but wont send asks

Into ageplay, detransition kink

Cishet

ps i follow from my main @cr*******oy . if i follow you it means i love you

Likes

○ = receiving

□ = giving

○□ praise, ○ objectification, size difference (im small, 5ft), ○□ manhandling , ○ light bondage, ○□ hair pulling, ○□ edging, ○□ choking (not asphyxiation), ○□ begging (for more), ○ blindfolds, ○□ knifeplay (without drawing blood or puncturing skin)

Petnames

♡ toy, ♡ doll, ♡ baby, ♡ babydoll

Terms for my body

♡ chest

♡ cunt, pussy, clit, cock, dick

Dabbling in

○□ primal play, □ gunplay, ○ light cnc, ○ free use

I am a sub-leaning switch ! And a panromantic asexual :]

Original posts tagged w #rambles

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murumokirby360 · 10 months

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My PC Cooling Upgrades Review - Part 2 [first half] (w/ my paper dolls) [Recorded on Jun 9th, 2023]

Hello, June! Here's Part 2 (first half) of "My PC Cooling Upgrades" (featuring my paper dolls). 🙂

And for this part, its time to install these three upgrade items into my custom PC, and hope it'll work! I'm starting off with the brand new Jonsbo CR-1400 CPU cooler fan (with RGB lighting), then the 80mm 12V cooling fan, and the 4-pin fan splitter. 😁🔧

BUT BEFORE THAT, I GOT SOMETHING TO SAY: ✋🛑

Now, you may aware about what happened to my PC, right? I haven't share the details, weeks ago. So, here it goes.

• You see after my revealing three aforementioned items, I returned to my daily computer basis after my sideline for my family's business. I played an online game (which I won't mention the game) for less than an hour. At 3:00PM while I was the middle of the game progress, my monitor screen goes red while my PC desktop still running. 🔴🖥️😧 I don't know what's happening, so I immediately press & hold the power button to shut down my computer. [1st & 2nd Images] And so, It's only a matter of time before I equip these three hardware items to good use, the next day.

I have another spare detail that I will talk about it, in the "second half".

Also, if you haven't seen my previous post(s), then I'll provide these links down below. ↓

• Part 1 [First Half] [Recorded on Jun 9th, 2023]

• Part 1 [Second Half] [Recorded on Jun 9th, 2023]

So, without further ado, let's get started:

My Recorded & Edited Video (using Filmora 9): (pls watch) ↑ 🎦✏️🖥️

• As I said in the intro, I'll go with the brand new Jonsbo CR-1400 first before the rest. So, please watch my 8-minute video, while I'm showing up these photos from below. ↓

3rd to 5th Image(s) ↑:

• [As you've seen in the video] With the Intel/AMD brackets installed the total weight is 452g or 15.9 - 16oz compared to unequipped brackets (from my previous post), which is 425g or 15oz. ⚖️ Please, keep watching my video, so I could save my time. 🙂

6th & 7th Image(s) ↑:

• [As you've seen in the video] Here's what the new CPU cooler fan looks like after a painstaking work of adjustment. And man, me & my paper dolls are sweating, while trying to make a quiet recording as much as possible. 😰 Well, not really because my big bro is watching YT from his laptop, and he's at upstairs.💻🛏️ So, we'll just have to ignore the background noise, though & keep recording. Anyways, we still have two items left, and I have a separate video for another post. 🙂

BTW: During the installation of the backplate, I appreciate the clicking sounds of the adjustment & clinging sounds of the screw holes. Again, if only this backplate was made of metal, but still.

- No final overall thoughts, this time around. Pls proceed to this link → [CLICK ME!] -

Well, that's all for now, if you haven't seen my previous topic, then please [CLICK ME!].

Tagged: @lordromulus90, @bryan360, @carmenramcat, @leapant, @rafacaz4lisam2k4, @paektu, @alexander1301

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bimollymauk · 1 year

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I posted 3,948 times in 2022

That's 1,355 more posts than 2021!

66 posts created (2%)

3,882 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@theflirtmeister

@eviefrie

@shaungilmore

@pterawaters

I tagged 276 of my posts in 2022

#eurovision - 80 posts

#cr spoilers - 24 posts

#crochet - 15 posts

#critical role - 15 posts

#tlovm - 13 posts

#amigurumi - 12 posts

#critical role fanart - 6 posts

#vexahlia - 3 posts

#imogen temult - 3 posts

#laudna - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 119 characters

#the second i saw that they have a special display thing for your zodiac i knew they were not going to be a good service

My Top Posts in 2022:

Both setting this up and cleaning up took so much time and effort, but damn if it wasn't worth it.

113 notes - Posted July 8, 2022

Happy seven year anniversary to Critical Role.

Their stories have been there for me through some tough times and I’m so thankful for them. Here’s to seven more.

114 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

"Is she your favourite?"

How we holding up fellow imodna fans? I'm fine... this is fine...

123 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

"Recognize the alpha." *Insert noise of Matt shuffling off screen*

Feeling like shit, so I don't have anything clever to say. Here's a little Chetney for y'all. I'm so proud of the tiny hat I made.

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My #1 post of 2022

Double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and caldron bubble.

Happy Halloween from these three witches to you. Since Halloween is my birthday, I'm going to attempt to post more Halloween themed pictures with my dolls. Caleb and Essek dressed up as cats coming next. If you have any more ideas, please share them with me!

312 notes - Posted October 18, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #How is Chetney my number two post?#I had a feeling he was up there for popularity but number 2?#wow

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biorust-art · 5 months

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hehehe i have my own dolls

*Proceeds to mash them together like barbies

i am a multishipper and proud

[Image Description: pictures of textile dolls of characters from critical role. The pictures are an assortment of Dorain Storm, Orym, Fearne Calloway and Ashton Greymoore posing next to each other. The dolls have button eyes and stitched smiles and vaguely look like the characters. END ID]

#critical role #bells hells #dorian storm #orym #fearne calloway #ashton greymoore #cr doll tag #dorym #exu spoons #greystorm #callowmoore

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kirbyofthestars · 2 years

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honestly i think a lot of cr characters get hit hard with it bc most people just see em as paper dolls to shove into narrow dynamics and pair up with little thought to sate shipping brainrot and nothing more so it’s rly hard to find solo art of characters. and also no has the courtesy to tag ships so i can’t fucking filter them /nbh

#lorena.txt

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weaseltotheface · 1 year

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I posted 21,361 times in 2022

5,728 posts created (27%)

15,633 posts reblogged (73%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@xaykwolf

@takeiteasyjoan

@edarull

@peachythesequel

@wishful-thinkment

I tagged 3,503 of my posts in 2022

#cr spoilers - 1,579 posts

#exu spoilers - 320 posts

#exu calamity - 48 posts

#laudna - 29 posts

#spotify - 26 posts

#tlovm spoilers - 25 posts

#youtube - 21 posts

#4 sided dive - 21 posts

#lmao - 20 posts

#weasel plays pokemon scarlet - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#mango groove is an 11-piece south african afropop band whose music fuses pop and township music—especially marabi and kwela.mango groove

My Top Posts in 2022:

I know i must have forgotten at least one bad bitch but i can't for the life of me remember

269 notes - Posted May 17, 2022

Blake catching Adam's sword in gambol shroud's sheath during the bees v Adam fight is still the sickest fuckin move in all of rwby and half the ppl who saw it didn't even notice

287 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

Laudna: I'm a dead girl, people definitely have kinks

Imogen:

320 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

imogen will see a mostly dead woman pulling chunks of hair out of her scalp and dripping ooze and go "is anyone gonna pine helplessly after that" and then not wait for an answer

560 notes - Posted July 25, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Personally I will never stop feeling pain about laudna obsessing over her dolls being alive and what that means about how she views herself

697 notes - Posted August 20, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Wow this is a lot

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pesterloglog · 4 months

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Meenah Peixes, Rufioh Nitram, Kankri Vantas

Act 6, page 5398

MEENAH: sup nitram

RUFIOH: oh, hey doll... you were gone a crazy long t1me...

RUFIOH: good to have you back, though... yo, that bomb stunt you pulled was some crazy sh*t.

#thought you were hatch1ng a sweet f1duspawn w1th that th1ng tbh...

MEENAH: wasnt no thang

RUFIOH: don't sell yourself short... 1 don't th1nk 1 could have done that. you're pretty gangsta, pe1xes.

MEENAH: yeah i know

MEENAH: hey lets stop talking about how badbass i am a minute and talk about you

#wanna axe you things

RUFIOH: shoot, doll...

MEENAH: those wings

MEENAH: you was hatched with em right

MEENAH: or i guess pupated them

#when you hit puperty??

RUFIOH: ha, yeah that's r1ght... 1'm a "m*tant"... don't tell kankr1 1 sa1d that! he's my boy, but you know how he's not down w1th l1ngo l1ke that...

#lingo like... #you know... #regular words

MEENAH: ug dont even say it he will like teleport into our conversation with ghost magic just to shoosh you

RUFIOH: yeah... he does that to you too, huh... that's some crazy sh*t!

MEENAH: ok so you always had wings then

MEENAH: then i guess you arent secretly a god tier or

RUFIOH: nah... m1ght have been cool to go full on rogue... hey, maybe you coulda g1ven me l1ke, steal1ng po1nters... what as a th1ef and all!

RUFIOH: but naw, 1 don't th1nk 1 could have gone through w1th that... not 1ntent1onally 1 mean...

MEENAH: what why not

RUFIOH: 1 don't know... k1ll1ng yourself, that's... a heavy th1ng to do. 1'm not l1ke you, meenah... 1 don't th1nk anyone 1s... well maybe damara 1s k1nda... but maybe we shouldn't go 1nto that, hahaha. let unhatched f1duspawn l1e, you know...

MEENAH: ...

RUFIOH: what 1'm say1ng 1s, you got game... and 1 can d1g that... but 1 was never as brave as people always thought... 1 don't know why they always thought that about me. maybe 1t's my w1ngs or my mohawk... or when 1 shout bangarang somet1mes real loud? makes 1t seem l1ke 1'm the sh1t, w1th b1g self esteem... but my self esteem 1s noth1ng really to crow about... 1 dunno...

MEENAH: alright so you never god tiered but i still dont get somefin

MEENAH: didnt you have a totally fuckin stupid robot body at some point or did i just imagine that

MEENAH: that whole period of time in our session was reel foggy to me i guess because i was dead for a while there

#maybe i got the ghost madness #could SWEAR you was a metal horse tho

RUFIOH: yeaaah...

RUFIOH: no, the robot body was def1n1tely a th1ng... 1 k1nd of blocked that out of my memory too, haha... that was... that sh*t was someth1ng else, yo! crazy...

RUFIOH: 1'm sure you remember how all that started... back when damara and 1 were st1ll dat1ng... r1ng any bells?

MEENAH: yeah

MEENAH: fuckin megido

MEENAH: do we really need to rehash that ancient bullshit drama

#bull #lol #wait... #why dont you ever do bull puns? #FAIL

RUFIOH: no, no... heh, just say1ng 1s all... 1t was that whole th1ng... anyway, that's when horuss was k1nd of mack1ng on me, remember... and 1 wasn't all about to vac1llate w1th h1m and her cause 1 knew how she was... d*mn, so jealous... so f***1ng crazy...

RUFIOH: so she made me a cr*pple, remember?

MEENAH: tag that shit homie

#abaloneism

RUFIOH: d*mn, yeah... 1 mean, she busted me up... couldn't move a muscle... well, could st1ll flap my w1ngs well enough, haha...

RUFIOH: really, 1 thought 1t would be alr1ght, just flapp1ng w1ngs around... 1 could st1ll fly and just hang there l1mp... m1ght have been a dope look!

RUFIOH: but nah... horuss thought better of 1t. bu1lt me the robo-bod, wh1ch was pretty t1ght...

#l1ke l1terally... #screwed that sh*t together T1GHT! #dude 1s good

RUFIOH: lost my w1ngs though wh1ch sucked... and k1nd of awkward just hav1ng a real guy's head on top of a b1g metal body and mak1ng all those d*mn legs move the r1ght way, you know... trott1ng 1s hard work yo.

#espec1ally on sta1rs... #}:(

RUFIOH: better than be1ng a cr*pple though. 1 mean a quadr1pleg1c, oops, haha... but 1 guess you d1dn't know what happened after that, s1nce you and damara were k1ll1ng each other and all...

MEENAH: no what

RUFIOH: well... 1 d1ed. yeah... but...

RUFIOH: that's l1ke... wow, long story... guess you never heard... 1'll tell you some other t1me, 1t's th1s whole crazy th1ng. but...

RUFIOH: 1 was dead, r1ght? and horuss k1ssed me back to l1fe... but just my head 1 th1nk... he was probably stand1ng on some mounta1n str1k1ng a pose l1ke a f***1ng gangsta, probably f1ght1ng a hoofbeast w1th a flam1ng mane and all...

#hope someone pa1nted that sh*t... #1nstant masterp1ece

RUFIOH: so yeah, next you saw me 1 had my normal body aga1n... 1t was cool of h1m to help me all the ways he has.

RUFIOH: and yeah, we went out, me and h1m... for a long t1me after that, k1nda off and on, even after we d1ed... 1n case you were gonna ask...

MEENAH: i wasnt

RUFIOH: r1ght... haha... too much 1nformat1on 1 guess? sorry doll.

RUFIOH: 1 always wanted to thank you for stand1ng up for me... you know, when she cr*ppled me... even though 1t cost ya... that was pure class, pe1xes, 1'll never forget 1t.

MEENAH: man i wouldnt have had to if you could just stand up for yourself sometimes

MEENAH: i mean being paralyzed notfishstanding

RUFIOH: heh... yeah... 1 guess...

MEENAH: you are the only guy in our group who was ever even close to being pretty cool

MEENAH: everyone else sucks but you were almost alright

MEENAH: you were always such a pushover though

MEENAH: pretty lame bro

#TW #CRIPPLE ENTENDRE #suck it

KANKRI: Excuse me. Meenah, "lame" is an a6leist slur, which in this c9ntext is REALLY inappr9priate. Tagging y9ur j9kes with "ir9nic" trigger warnings really d9es n9t excuse the 6ehavi9r. I'll thank y9u t9 refrain fr9m using such terms in the future.

#Als9, when walking, 6e careful n9t t9 flaunt the health 9f y9ur legs.

MEENAH: AAAAAUG)(A

#homestuck #meenah peixes #rufioh nitram #kankri vantas #homestuck act 6 #page 5398 #homestuck act 6 intermission 3 #hi tumblr user bingospingoultimate #openbound

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