#second life 24h

[allywthsr]

CHARITY STREAM | (l.norris)

summary: you and Lando stream 24h for charity! Lots of gaming and chatting

wordcount: 1.8k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: none!

notes: tumblr wouldn’t let me post anything?? It’s late again!🥲

advent calendar

Lando and you started a new tradition this year.

This year you wanted to do a little charity stream during the holidays, where people could donate, and in the end, the money would go into different organizations. Shelters for homeless people, women’s shelters, and on your request, some animal shelters as well.

You two also donated twenty thousand pounds to kick things off, and you hoped people would give some of their money to a good cause, no matter how much money someone donates, every penny counts and is helping someone to survive. Especially during Christmas and the winter, it was harder for people that do not have a stable home to survive, eat, shower, or even go to the toilet. That was something, they didn’t always have access to, and that is why you and Lando decided to do this charity stream.

The stream is twenty-four hours long, a full day of streaming, mostly it will be Lando in front of the camera because the people want to see him, but you would join him. It’s going to start with some cookie baking, and then you go straight to the PC to play games, Fortnite, CoD, the Truck simulator, and the Santa simulator were already planned, just as a lot of talking to the chats and every hour you would explain and introduce one more shelter, you donate to.

And that’s where you were sitting right now, in front of the computer, next to Lando and the ring light behind his PC was providing you with light. Lando clicked on the start button, and the stream loaded, the first few hello’s and comments started rolling in.

”Hey guys, Y/N and I decided to do something new this year. Today we’re raising money for charity, not everyone is privileged enough to have a roof over their head, so we want to donate money to different organizations. Y/N and I are gonna stream for twenty-four hours, we’re playing different games, but first, we start with some cookie baking, I‘m going to switch you to the kitchen cam, and then we‘re going to cut out cookies.“

You prepared the cookie dough two hours ago and it sat in the fridge, waiting for you two to roll it out. Lando switched to the kitchen cam, and you two appeared behind the kitchen island, on the island there were many cookie cutters, flour, baking paper, and multiple rolling pins scattered. You opened the fridge and took the cookie dough on the counter, taking a piece of it and rolling it out with a rolling pin.

Lando started to press different cookie cutters into the dough.

”Chat, what do you think about my Santa?“

After a few seconds, comments came in complementing him, ”It’s not that hard baby, you used a cookie cutter.“

”She‘s always negative, chat, I don’t know why she’s even here.“

Obviously, he was joking, squeezing your hips shortly after he said that. The next half hour was spent cutting out the dough into small shapes with the cookie cutters and taking out baked cookies from the oven.

”Alright chat, we‘ll go over to the PC and play some games, maybe later we will go back to the kitchen and decorate them.“

You two sat at the PC and looked at the chat, reading some comments, donations were already coming in and Lando was thanking every single one of them. The count was already at two thousand of just viewer donations, some crazy people are out there and it astonished you. Now Lando sat in his gaming chair, while you sat in your chair and with your MacBook in front of you, Fortnite open and ready to play. You two were playing in duos and when the first game started, you two were freaking out. Lando wasn’t a pro, just like you aren’t, you were dying before you even picked up a gun and Lando wasn’t any better, stream snipers were making your life hard and you tried to play it for two hours but after not getting a win, it was time to stop playing that frustrating game.

You switched to just talking to the chat, by now twenty thousand people were watching, and they had a lot of questions. It wasn’t like you were in a new relationship with Lando, most of his fans only knew him with you on his side, you‘ve been with him since he started his Formula One career, but you retold your whole getting-to-know-each-other story. Ditching questions that had anything to do with marriage or kids, you both wanted to focus on life and your careers and touch that topic later in life, a lot of people didn’t get that, and had to spam the comments. So you decided to play the next game, the Santa simulator.

Lando started off with collecting presents for different children, having to decide if they get something good or just a piece of coal. Lucas was not focusing on school but more on his hobby, no Lando had to decide what he would get, because of Lando’s own school history, Lucas got a big new bike like he wished. Marie was always a good girl, cleaning up behind herself, a good student, and always on her best behavior. Because Lando thought she needed to be more rebellious, she got some coal, but a new pair of slippers too, so she wouldn’t feel to... sad. Next, he had to take care of the reindeers, brushing their fur and feeding them before putting them in front of the sleigh, the last thing that needed to be done was to deliver the presents. Lando had to fly through the sky and ditch multiple obstacles, landing safely on houses without getting noticed by anyone. The sliding down the chimney and laying the presents underneath the tree was the hardest part, he had to do it as quietly as possible, so he wouldn’t wake up any of the kids. In the end, most of the kids weren’t happy with their presents and he wasn’t quiet enough, the mission was failed, but you two had fun.

Six hours in and eighteen more to go, next Lando wanted to play CoD, you had an important phone call, so you couldn’t join or watch him, but after two hours of discussing things with your and Lando’s management, Lando was still playing it.

”This is the last round, baby“, he said as you sat down next to him on your chair. You pulled out your phone to check some reactions to the stream, so far people were loving it. When the clock hit the next full hour, it was time to announce the next sponsor, this hour you talked about the Red Cross, what they did, and how people could help outside of the stream.

While chatting about that, Lando got touchy and placed his hand on your cross-legged thigh, caressing it gently. Immediately comments about that came in and people were swooning over Lando’s need of physical attention.

”Chat, what should we play?“

Comments were saying Fortnite or the truck simulator, so you two chose the truck simulator, Lando and you hadn’t played that game since lockdown ended and you even got a little excited. You linked your MacBook with Lando’s game and now you could play together, fulfilling quests and pushing each other off the street. The room was filled with laughter and screams, as the others always pushed the truck off or doing everything they weren’t supposed to do, like hitting different cars or turning the wrong way.

After Lando shut off the game, it was hour ten and you two got hungry, in between the games you‘d already prepared some snacks, but you needed an actual dinner, so quickly you boiled some pasta and made a quick sauce. You brought it to Lando and you two made an unplanned asmr session, most of the people loved how you weirdly slowly chewed your pasta and when Lando smushed around the sauce, you couldn’t contain your laughter in between bites.

Lando had a Lego piece he wanted to build for quite some time, but he never did, so he got the package out and poured out all the bags. What you thought would take an hour, turned out to take four hours, Lando got confused at some steps and had to redo them, as you were focused on a different step. But you never thought it would take you so long, stretching your knuckles and fingers after you finished.

After talking to the chat, you reminded Lando of the cookies that were still untouched in the kitchen and he quickly switched to the kitchen cam, where he sat and waited for you to prepare the chocolates and sprinkles. Lando wasn’t the most patient man, so mostly the cookies got dipped in the chocolate and maybe some sprinkles were put on the chocolate. But most of them were eaten before they could be decorated anyway.

Next, you did the gingerbread house challenge, if you were in the kitchen anyway.

With only six hours to go, and the struggle to stay awake, you drank multiple beverages with caffeine. You played another round of Fortnite, joined by Max F. and you even won one round, mostly because you got carried by someone, but the end result mattered.

Going in the last three hours, a lot of chatting and watching YouTube videos was done, compilations of Y/N and Lando being cute or the latest unboxed. In the end you raised over forty thousand pounds, saying goodbye to the chat when the twenty four hour mark was crossed. Lando ended the stream and you let out a big sigh, finally you didn’t have thousand of eyes on you anymore, with a stretch, you linked Lando’s and your hand together and pulled him to the bed, ready for a big nap.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #formula 1 #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris fluff #lando norris x y/n #lando x reader #lando norris one shot #lando imagine

[savventeen]

you say the stupidest (sweetest) things

pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader rating: 16+ (for swearing) wc: 4.5k prompt: seungkwan + "things you said at 1am" summary: you say stupid shit on the best of days, so when seungkwan comes over when you're having a bad bout of insomnia, the last thing he expects to hear from you is an accidental love confession warnings: insomnia, mental health issues, dissociation mention tags: fluff, friends to lovers, first kiss, reader is a little unhinged but who isn't tbh, they're also highkey allergic to genuine expressions of love/affection but they're working on it, banter, stimming, wrestling like children to try and work through emotions, reader is some flavor of lgbt+ (they make an "i've never done anything straight in my life" joke), reader's pov is dramatic bc they're dramatic oops a/n: this is for @dokyeomin as a part of my emergency commissions (check out the post here) and this was only supposed to be 1k but it 100% got away from me... i hope you still enjoy the fluff and all of the attached nonsense <3

From: Y/n 🔪 [11:47pm]

yo kwannie if i impulsively decide to go to the 24h convenience store how harshly do u think they'll jusdge me for buying every flavor of gummy candy available *judge i wanna see if i can melt them down into one Ultimate Gummy u know for Science

Seungkwan pauses brushing his teeth and stares down at your messages.

To be fair, it's probably not the strangest thing you've ever texted him. He's known you since your second year of college, after all, so he has about half a decade of experience with all of your various y/n-isms under his belt now.

Which is how he knows to trust his gut when it tells him that this probably isn't your usual brand of nonsense.

He spits the toothpaste into the sink and dials your number. You answer on the second ring.

“Before you say anything,” you start, “I was only half-serious about the gummies thing. Like, it's a fun idea, you know? In theory. But in actuality? I do not want to deal with the mess that it would create. Or the smells. Well, the smells might actually be pretty good depending on—“

“Uh-huh,” he interrupts dryly. “Y/n, when's the last time you slept?”

The beat of silence that follows is enough to confirm his suspicions, and the hesitant “Um” that follows is just the icing on the cake, really.

He sighs. “The fact that you have to think about it says enough.”

“I don’t need to think about it,” you argue petulantly. “I just… don’t wanna tell you.”

“Y/n...” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Look, I know, I'm sorry.” And you do sound a little bit sorry, at least. “I'm just. Having an episode. Don't worry about it.”

His shoulders droop as the words sink in. “Episodes” are what you've taken to calling your intermittent bouts of serious insomnia.

Generally speaking, you sleep about as well as the average twenty-something with a caffeine addiction. But every few months or so, it's like your brain completely forgets how to shut off and you end up staying awake for 40+ hours straight.

“Well,” he says, putting his toothbrush away and going back to his bedroom. “You know that ship has sailed, right? You know I'm gonna worry about it.”

Your deep sigh crackles over the line. “Yeah, I know.”

“So. Where're we at this time?”

He mentally braces himself. The two of you have done this enough times now that he knows that you know there's no point in trying to lie or beat around the bush.

“Uhhhhhhh, I'll be hitting the 46-hour mark in about 20 minutes.”

“Aish.”

The fact that you can say that so casually makes his heart hurt. He knows that whenever he doesn't get enough sleep, he makes sure everyone knows it and thus babies him accordingly. But you've always been so intent on hiding anything and everything you struggle with. It's taken years for him to bully himself past the walls you keep hidden behind shit-eating grins and an over-willingness to help.

“Okay,” he says, moving to the dresser to grab an extra set of clothes. “I'll be over in an hour.”

“Wait. What?”

“You heard me.” He tosses the clothes onto his bed before going to grab one of his duffle bags, firmly asserting, “You've got an hour to mentally prepare yourself for my arrival.”

“Honey, you've got a big storm comin',” you quote at him without hesitating.

“You sure do,” he assures with a snort. “Better get ready to feel the wrath of my friendship.”

“Why do you have to love so aggressively?”

He rolls his eyes while he throws his clothes into the duffle bag with one hand. “Because it's the only way you'll accept it, idiot.”

“No, it isn't.”

Your pout is so audible through the phone that Seungkwan has to stop and glance at the screen in disbelief.

“Y/n. Y/n L/n. Do not stand there and lie to my face like that.”

“I'm not lying!”

“Not—” He gesticulates wildly with one hand like he's going Can you believe this shit? to an invisible TV audience. “Okay, tell me this: what did you do the last time I sincerely monologued at you about how much you mean to me as a friend, hmm? No bits, no bullshit, just me telling you how much I love you and how amazing you are.”

A beat. “I'll hang up on you, Kwannie, don't test me.”

He barely resists the urge to shove his face into the bedspread and scream. “You're literally proving my point right now!”

“Kwannieeee,” you whine, because you know he's right.

“Also, because I'm never letting you live it down, I will remind you exactly what you did."

You say his name again, but it's muffled, and he assumes it's because you're hiding your face in shame.

“I gave you a sincere, heartfelt speech about how much your friendship has changed my life for the better and made me become a better person—” he ignores your wordless pterodactyl screech, “—and how do you respond? By staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights, slowly raising your arms to give me double finger guns, winking, and then slowly backing out of the room like an awkward mannequin!”

“...”

“Well?” He puts his free hand on his hip. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

“… I’ve changed a lot since then.”

Seungkwan rolls his eyes before moving to continue packing his overnight bag. “It was literally three months ago.”

“Yeah, and? Doesn't change the fact that I've changed,” you assert.

“Into even more of a nuisance? Yes, you're absolutely right.” He smiles when he hears you scoff playfully.

“Listen here, Boo Seungkwan. You know that well-rested Y/n is ready to throw down with you at a moment's notice. What do you think sleep-deprived, zero-impulse-control Y/n is going to do the second you get to their front door?”

“Stop referring to themself in the third person, hopefully,” he mutters, finally zipping up his bag and heading to the door. “And then after that, they're going to let me bully them into resting.”

“Hmm. The council has heard your proposal, briefly pondered it, and deemed it “unnecessary” on the basis of: they're a bad bitch that can't be stopped by neither time nor physics nor any god of your choosing.”

Seungkwan scoffs as he puts the call on speaker and sits to put on his sneakers. “Well, “the council” can go fuck right off.”

“What if the council would like to fuck right on?”

Pausing in the middle of tying his laces, he blinks down at his phone. “I'm— what?”

“Okay, real talk, what do you think it would mean in this case? Like, would this be like a 'hop on' versus 'hop off' situation? Or more like an 'I'm down for this' versus 'I'm up for this' kinda situation? Because it would have very different outcomes depending.”

Seungkwan decides that this is a debate better left for another time. “I think it means that I'm going to be at your house soon and that if you're not in your pajamas with hot Sleepy Time tea and the series Planet Earth ready to go, there will be consequences.”

“Booooooo, you whore.”

He finishes tying his laces and jabs his finger at the phone. “Consequences, Y/n.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“See you soon, love you, bye.” He hangs up before you can get another word in, but doesn't move from his seated position in the entryway.

Slowly, he takes a deep breath in and lets it out, taking a moment to lean back on his hands while he stares at the back of his front door. Specifically, at the large collage of sticky notes and pictures and doodles that have taken up residence there.

A few of the notes are ones he's gotten from other members of your shared friend group over the years (the one from Chan that reads "if u eat my rice i'll eat ur kneecaps xoxo" hangs proudly in the center, right next to a picture of him sleeping that Seungkwan managed to capture from an extremely unflattering angle). But most of them are from you.

Dumb puns, meme references, bullshit animal facts you made up just to get him to laugh… almost all of them are stupid in that extremely charming way that only you somehow manage to pull off.

But the one he's staring at now is almost completely hidden by other notes and pictures that have been added to the collage. It's a pale blue, the ink starting to fade a bit with time — the first note you ever gave him, back when you two were just people who happened to sit next to each other in an astronomy class.

Even though most of it is hidden, he doesn't need to be able to see all the tiny words you crammed into the small space to already know exactly what it says.

how do u make a space party? u planet :P u looked sad today, hope this makes u feel a little better also if this is 2 forward feel free 2 pretend i don't exist. or punt me in2 the sun idk u'd be doing me a favor tbh

He'd almost skipped class that day because of how bad he'd been feeling, but he'd decided to try and push through. And before that day, neither of you had interacted with more than a polite greeting and the occasional question about the homework.

But then you'd passed him that note, and he'd passed one back that said “that's dumb. but thank you” with a smiley face, and you'd passed another one back that said “do u think lizard people have ever been to space?” and the rest, they say, is history.

Seungkwan shakes his head with a sigh before standing up and grabbing his bag and his keys, striding determinedly out the door. He's got a best friend to take care of.

Seungkwan should be at your place soon, and you're not quite sure what to do in the meantime.

You have your laptop hooked up to the monitor in the living room with Planet Earth queued up, you have the kettle filled with water and ready to go on the stove, and you have mugs and teabags ready on the counter next to it.

The Required Tasks™️ have been completed as much as possible without the arrival of your best friend, and now all that's left to do is wait.

Which, normally, you're not the worst at. You're excellent at entertaining yourself, actually, mostly because there's always something to think about. Whether it be about cute dogs that you've seen over the past week (I wonder if the pomeranian down the street will let me pet him next time), potential plot twists for the new fantasy drama you're a little bit obsessed with (what if Gregothy was cursed the whole time???), or generic ponderings of the human existence as a whole (do souls have the metaphysical equivalent of a fingerprint?), you're pretty much always thinking about something.

Which is totally fine and dandy and cool or whatever when you have the ability to, you know, shut it off. For example, when you need to do something simple and necessary like, oh I don't know, go the fuck to sleep.

You also hate when that manic mental energy somehow translates into kinetic energy as well. It makes you feel like a hamster in a cage, watching yourself running and running and running on that stupid wheel until you exhaust yourself.

Tonight's metaphorical wheel: stimming like wild in the kitchen. Flapping, rocking, (gently) slapping, making weird and fun mouth sounds, the whole shebang.

And again, normally stimming is fun. Stimming is great. But stimming because you feel like if you don't stop moving you're going to literally vibrate out of your skin is, to put it lightly, Not It.

It takes you about ten minutes to work out all of the energy until you no longer feel like your blood was replaced with pop rocks.

With a groan, you lower yourself to the kitchen floor and lay down face first. Because despite how exhausted you feel in every possible way, there's still something like an itch in your conscious, a fucking pea underneath the miles of mattresses that refuse to let you just. Fucking. Sleep.

Your pity party must've lasted longer than you realized (or, more likely, you dissociated for a hot second there) because suddenly someone's knocking at your door at the same time you get a text from Seungkwan.

And you know it's a text from Seungkwan specifically because you got Vernon to help you change your notification settings so that whenever Seungkwan texts you, the "i love you.. bitch" sound clip plays instead of a normal text tone.

For a fraction of a second, you contemplate slowly inching your way to the door like an uncoordinated caterpillar, but you swat the thought aside like you’re swatting a gnat and you awkwardly roll to your feet and make your way to your front door.

Without hesitating, you unlock the door, swinging it open with a flourish and sticking a finger right in Seungkwan's face before he can utter a single syllable, forcing him to cross his eyes.

You open your mouth wide like you're going to say something, pause for a moment, then tap your pointed finger to his nose with a quiet "boop."

He blinks, expression turning deadpan, and sighs. "I should have expected this, honestly."

“Yep!”

You let him into your apartment, and he makes himself right at home, mildly bitching at you as he goes to get the tea ready, and something within you shifts.

The inside of your head is still a bit of a dumpster fire, unfortunately, but inside your chest... something clicks into place that you're not sure that you're ready to name. Whatever it is, though, it's soft and warm and kinda feels like your heart is being hugged.

Smiling to yourself, you follow him into the kitchen.

💤 💤 💤 💤 💤

It was pretty much straight to “business” after that, and it only takes Seungkwan one cup of tea and two episodes listening to David Attenborough's dulcet narrations for him to knock right out, leaning heavily against your shoulder on the couch.

Which means it's now the perfect time to sit there and Admire Your Bro™️.

It's rare to see him so still, you think. He's an active guy, in pretty much every sense of the word, and you always feel a little honored when you get to be witness to his quiet, vulnerable moments like this one.

He looks so serene, face smoothed out and painted in soft twirling shades of blue from the screen of the monitor, though you can't see too much of it from this angle. Mostly you just see his cheeks and stupidly adorable button nose.

And you've seen the same thing a million times before — in all kinds of states and expressions — and despite how much you've tried to ignore it, each and every time you've caught yourself noticing just how cute Seungkwan is, it's caused that thing in your heart to scrunch up, full of the L-word feeling that you've kept unnamed for what feels like forever now.

Except, maybe that thing in your heart is tired of scrunching up. Maybe it's decided that it's tired of forever.

Maybe that thing has finally decided to burrow itself out of the walls you've built up because you find yourself finally allowing yourself to think, Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

You don't realize that Seungkwan has completely stilled against you, but you certainly notice when he suddenly throws himself forward so he can turn around and stare at you incredulously. Only he overshoots a little bit and ends up falling off the couch with a squawk and a dramatic flail.

"Oh my god, Kwannie are you okay?!"

He stares at you from where he fell, wide-eyed like you've grown a second head or like the time you'd tried to convince him that birds weren't real and actually just a government conspiracy.

"Am— am I okay? No??"

Now it's your turn to move off of the couch, coming down to his level to see if maybe he hurt himself when he fell. "Fuck, okay, did you hit something? Do you need an icepack?"

Seungkwan being Not Okay is maybe one of the worst things that could ever happen in the entire universe and you're trying not to panic as you reach out to check for injuries.

"No, no, stop—" he bats away at your hands and you stop in your motions, now kneeling in front of him. "I'm not hurt!"

Your brain does the cartoonish screech thing as it comes to a halt, and you furrow your brows. "But.. you just said you're not okay?"

"I'm not!" His eyes are still wide in shock, but he also looks confused and maybe a little bit like he's about to cry?

Oh no. If he cries and it's somehow your fault (because it has to somehow be your fault) you think the world might actually end.

"Okay, uh. I am— confused,” you start, sure you must look as lost as you feel. “But, um, what can I do to help?"

He swallows, and a part of you realizes that he's looking at you with an expression you've never seen before. "Did you mean it?"

Knowing that it's significant but not yet knowing why, you maintain eye contact. "Mean what?"

"What you just said."

You blink. "...that I'm confused?"

He shakes his head. "No, before that."

You have a hard time remembering what you just said when you're not sleep-deprived and worried you've just somehow accidentally caused irreparable emotional damage to your best friend. "Uh... when I asked if you were okay?"

"No, fuck," and it's a shock for some reason, hearing him cuss right now. You hear him say much worse things all the time, but you think it might be the way he said it — with a kind of desperate vulnerability that you're not sure you've ever heard from him before.

That thing in your chest twinges and you think maybe you're the one who's gonna start crying.

He says your name like a plea, and then he's on his knees right in front of where you're kneeling on the floor, reaching forward to cup your face in his palms. "You said— Y/n, you said "holy shit I think I'm in love with you.””

Oh.

You're pretty sure your heart falls right out of your ass and bounces across the rug, judging from the way it comes to a dead stop. You blink at him. Full of new and sinking kind of dread, you whisper, "...I said that out loud?"

He laughs, but it's tinged with incredulity and sounds a little too close to a sob for comfort. "Yes! You did!"

And wait, no, your heart is still stuck in your chest, because you can feel it start pounding against your ribcage in double, triple, quadruple time. He must see the fear in your expression, because suddenly his eyes are narrowed in a determined scowl and he growls, "Oh no you don't."

Then you find yourself going down with a yelp as Seungkwan octopuses himself around you, trapping you within the confines of his surprisingly strong arms and legs as he basically tackles you to the floor.

You try and wiggle away even as you know it's useless, and he grits, "Y/n dammit, answer my question."

"Why were you even awake?” You deflect, getting an arm free and trying to give him a wedgie. “You were supposed to be asleep!"

"I was supposed to be asleep?!” He screeches, easily evading your reach and poking your ribs to get you to reflexively pull back your arm. “You're the one who hasn't slept in literal days! And stop avoiding my question!"

"No!" He has you trapped once again, and you resort to licking his arm.

"Oh my god!"

He muffles his scream into your shoulder, long and frustrated, and then he just... goes limp. He loosens his hold and just lets his full body weight kinda crush the parts of you he's ended up lying on and just... lays there.

This is your chance, you know — to wiggle free and escape and run away from your feelings just like you always have.

But, for some reason, you don't — that scrunched-up thing in your chest holds you back. You stay there, lying beneath Seungkwan on the floor of your living room at one-something in the morning, and the two of you just breathe.

"It's okay, you know," he murmurs after a moment, so quiet you barely hear him over David Attenborough still narrating softly in the background. "If you didn't mean it. It's okay."

Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.

And you realize how easy it would be to play it off, to blame it on the sleep deprivation, the way you blurted it out like that — to say (to lie) you meant it completely platonically, like the way you propose to Mingyu at least once a month when he cooks you all dinner.

And you also realize, quite shockingly, that despite how a part of you still desperately wants to run away, the larger part of you wants to stay. Doesn't want to run. Doesn't want to lie anymore.

You swallow heavily, briefly close your eyes, and take in a deep breath. "And if I did? Mean it?"

This time, you do notice when Seungkwan goes still. Slowly, he lifts his head so he can look you in the eyes.

When he doesn't say anything, just continues to look at you with an unreadable expression, you try to continue.

"Would you— would that— would it be okay? If I meant it? When I— when I said that I'm in love with you? Is— because um, like you said, it's okay if it's not, and uh—"

Your nervous rambling comes to a stop when he once again cups your face, but it's gentler than before, closer to a caress. The whole time you'd been talking he'd been slowly sitting up, and now he's on his knees next to where you're still lying down on the floor, looking down at you like all the hope in the world is somewhere to be found in your expression.

"Y/n." he says your name like it's something precious, and you feel the absurd urge to burst into tears. "It would be very okay." His thumbs make gentle arcs across your cheeks. "And just to be clear: you mean it in a non-platonic sense, right?” He chews on his lip. “Hopefully, in a very much romantic sense?"

Staring at him staring at you, eyes bright with hope and a little bit of wonder... you can only imagine you must be looking at him the same way. Your chest feels like it's full of helium but also like something warm and gooey is sloshing around in there. And all that hope and wonder and holy shit is this actually happening? is causing your tongue to stick to the roof of your mouth, and all you're able to get past your lips is a breathless, "Hopefully?"

"Oh my god," he groans in frustration, but it's light and airy and makes you think of amusement park rides and fairy lights and how you want to annoy the shit out of this man for the rest of his life, if he'll let you. He's shaking his head, smiling, beaming, and he asks, "Why can you never give me any kind of a straight answer, huh?"

"Because it's my life's purpose to be the bane of your existence until the day we die," you say, reaching up to hold his face too. "Also because I've never done anything straight ever in my life."

And then your body is moving before your brain can think it though, dragging him down until you can press your lips to his and finally, finally know what it's like to kiss Boo Seungkwan.

He makes a little noise of surprise, one that you can feel buzz against your lips before he melts into you. And oh, any thoughts you might have had are forcefully ejected from your brain because all you can focus on are his lips pressed to yours, the way they move slowly, gently, turning this chaste kiss into the most scorching experience of your life. His nose bumps against yours and the heat of his warm breath sends tingles throughout your body, and his hands, fuck, his hands are still holding you gently but also with a firmness that feels like he doesn't want to let you go.

And then he's pulling away, and you whine at him because this may be the cruelest thing he's ever done to you ever in your entire life. "Noooooo, why'd you stop?"

"Because, as much as I'd love to continue to make out with you on your floor while an old British man narrates about life on the Serengeti—” he mercifully ignores the way you choke on your spit at the way he talks about making out with you so nonchalantly "—it's past someone's bedtime."

Your mouth drops open in offended shock. Was he actually going to put you to bed like a child? Like you both hadn't just declared your romantic love for each other? "Are you fucking serious?"

He just stands up and crosses his arms, looking down at you with a single raised eyebrow. You take the part of you that finds it annoyingly attractive and promptly smother it, crossing your own arms from your position on the floor.

"I'm not a baby," you definitely don't pout.

"Hmmm...” And then the bastard fucking pouts at you. “But you're my baby."

You blink at him.

"Welp, that was nice while it lasted,” you grunt, rolling to your feet, “but I suddenly need to relocate to Antarctica and become a penguin herder.”

He pulls you into his arms with a laugh, and you let him, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“You know,” he starts after he's held you for a few moments. “This isn't how I ever imagined how us confessing to each other would go.”

You snort.

“But also,” he continues, “it feels very 'us' doesn't it?”

"Yeah,” you murmur, not bothering to lift your head from his shoulder.

“Mmm, is someone finally sleepy?” he teases, starting to waddle you both towards your bedroom. “Did all the emotions finally wear you out?”

Instead of nodding, you lightly kick him in the shin and the sappy part of your brain that is currently in charge of everything thinks that his indignant squawk is one of your most favorite sounds.

The sappy part of your brain is right, of course, and when you wake up in your bed 15 hours later and accidentally smack him in the face, the urge to run is a little bit smaller than it was before. And the way he flushes bright red after you sleepily kiss him on the cheek is an image you're going to cherish until the day you die.

#svtsource #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan fic #seungkwan x y/n #seungkwan x you #seungkwan x reader #svt fluff #seventeen fluff #savv writes #savv fics #in my queue world

[bloodyjuls-blog]

The worst of us (part 2)

Here's the second part. We gonna have a third part and maybe fourth amongst this week (I go to Uni) (let me know if you like the drama or less drama for next part)

"Hi, y/n" Leah said. "Hi capi how are we doing" I said in a shaky voice. "what's up y/n, are you crying?" Leah said concerned by my tone of voice. "it's just that i messed up in a way" you said with a shrinking voice. "what did you do y/n and why do I get the feeling it has something to do with Alexia" Leah said more seriously. I told her what I had heard in the locker room... "but that's ok innit" "she visualized with you in the long run" she said calmer. "yeah but you know how much I went through before I met her to have to deal with that" y/n she said calmer " "I thought you had everything under control y/n" Leah said flatly. "that's what i thought, everything was fine until a few months ago, she found the bottles in the dishwasher and didn't say anything. how the hell did she not say anything, being a footballer and drink without control" you said hysterically. "but you can go to therapy again, you can control it" said Leah. "I feel like all this pressure from marriage and kids, media, Giraldez, it's drowning me LEAH. Ahh fuck, I'm going crazy" "who do you think you are to cross the traffic light like that, fucking crazy" you said in a way that even you don't recognize yourself. "Y/N calm down now, I hope you're not driving" "Of course I'm driving Leah" "Alexia decided it was best for me to leave, it's all fucking over. I can't take it anymore" you said crying. "Don't do something crazy please, if you're going to drink, go home, it's safer" said Leah in a worried tone. "No tonti, I'm not going to do anything bad," you said more calmly. Yet another lie, I thought. Of course you spent the whole night drinking at the 24h market close to home. You'd be as dead as a doornail the next day at training

Next day at training

"Well girls, as we all know, we have the champions match day coming up, I want everyone to be plugged in and eager to win," said Jonatan. "Yes coach" we all answered in unison. Once on the court the group was divided by positions and it was my turn to play against Alexia. Not surprisingly, none of the girls spoke to me. They were clearly leaning towards the captain. That made me very angry, that I hadn't done anything wrong enough to be disowned. To say I felt bad was too little for everything that was crossing my mind at the time. One thing they tell you is not to mix work and home but when your home is your colleague it becomes impossible, let alone seeing her as beautiful as ever. In a different situation, the girls would be more supportive and condescending to me but no, today was the day to make my life a hell.

A couple of exercises later I felt like I was going to faint, the spring heat and the monumental hangover I'm carrying don't help. In one of those passes that I have to receive I get lost and my team yells at me in a way that is so fucking scary, those beasts are scary. Alexia looks at me with rage, I don't think I've ever seen her so upset with someone, not even with the fucking gals of real madrid. If these things happen to me because I'm stupid. To say that right now I was at my strongest mental point is a lie, but I was doing what I could. In one play we had to clear the ball and of course as my luck couldn't be worse today I had to receive in front of Alexia. Not having the physique today to give it my all, Alexia got there first and threw a missile in my face. "Ouch" I thought as I fell unconscious on the grass. Alexia approaches me and tells me in the most venomous way possible "let's see if you wake up and stop drinking. The example you set for the little ones. Very good, very good". At that moment I couldn't think of anything but pain and Alexia's words. I think if I had to compare it to anything it would be a stab in the back. Alexia knows my weak points and yet she uses them against me.

At the medical room they put ice packs and ointment on my face for the bruises. luckily nothing is broken beyond an eyebrow. I head home before and out of nowhere I get flashbacks of all those times I was told that I was not a good example, that I was not enough, that I should not spend my time in football, but what bothers me the most is that it reminds me of when my father told me that I was a bad example for my nephews, because of them I changed. Sometimes things do not turn out the way you want. And as I knew that this day was going to end worse I decided to take a flask of whiskey in my backpack. It was not a good idea.

As I go into the locker room to get my stuff I hear the girls laughing about something Alexia said. I let myself listen to her a little bit because I know that when I go in they will shut up and give me funny looks. I hear her say "maybe it wasn't the right time or she, all of a sudden her alcohol problem came back". But since she is so sneaky about telling my stuff to the others. "Alexia you can just shut up and stop telling my things, at least respect what I once in privacy told you" I said it in the most calm and broken way possible. Suddenly because of the alcohol I had already had. They all went quiet and went back to their things. Alexia looked at me and I grabbed my stuff and left. Bad idea, I couldn't drive with alcohol on me. Fucking alexia, fucking family club, fucking liquor. Angry, I got in the car to go to my special place.

In the locker room the English girls came in, joking about y/n had brought a flask of whiskey and hadn't hesitated to drink it during practice. All the girls reacted and started to worry. "What's up girls?" said Keira, still laughing. "What's going on here is that most of the people here have been making fun of y/n and her alcohol problems, thanks alexia, and now she has gone home in her car drunk" said Ana a little more upset. To tell the truth Ana has always been on my side, it has to do with the amount of years we have known each other, I consider her one of the family but with the alcohol recently, I have moved away a little.

Already in the car I'm a little dizzy, everything is spinning and the memories are killing me. To say that driving like this is ok is reckless, don't do it under any circumstances. A couple of hours later I find myself back in Alexia's neighborhood, wandering around like a fool, as if she was going to show up. I decide to go up the Tibidabo but in the vicinity I come across a curve which I try to maneuver as best I can but apparently it beats me. The only thing I remember is calling Alexia. "Hi y/n, what do you want" says Ale a little angry "Hi bonita, I want to hear you and I want you to know that I love you with all my heart" you say almost without air in your lungs because of the blow "and please forgive me for not being enough for you, I swear that everything makes sense, but there is nothing to do anymore. That you were always a family to me " "why are you saying that y/n, I'm getting worried ""where are you ""goodbye alexia, I love you" you said before you hung up and your whole world turned black.

#Alexia putellas #woso #fc barcelona femeni #fcb femeni #espwnt #lionesses #alexia putellas one shot #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader

[aliceinnaughtyland]

HURT

Pairing: Takatora x Reader

Warnings: injury

Word count: 1.3 K

Summary: When you risked your life to save his, Takatora started hanging out with you.

Author’s note: No smut (yet) but this one is just cute fluff. And I swear I have stopped doing any efforts writing Y/N anymore, it’s just who I am.

“Look at her. She will never survive” Niragi said as he watched you for the first time.

You just arrived at the Beach after Ann met you at a game and brought you there. You were looking innocent and empathic, searching through the Beach a place where you could settle.

Last Boss didn’t answer, staying silent as he was starting at you. Something about the way your eyes were scanning the room, the way your body was moving. Everything about you was mesmerizing.

You could survive, he thought. He knew in the Borderlands people tend to get stronger, colder, in order to survive. He saw it a hundred times. But over the time, nothing about you changed. No matter how hard life was, you were still this kind girl, always nice to everyone.

But this night, as he was getting ready for a new game, he realized you were on his team. That was when he really thought you couldn’t do it.

He watched you in the arena. You seemed calm, almost too calm. That was the first time he ever saw you at a game. And he lost faith in you at this exact moment. You were doing too much to help everyone. Almost risking your own life to save perfect strangers.

He soon realized that you would not be any different about him. And as he turned around, looking at the arrow flying at him, he also felt someone pushing him. The second after that, you were passed away on the floor. The game cleared as his eyes were still on you, not sure what to do.

Why the fuck did you do that? You never talked to him. You didn’t know him. You didn’t even know his name. Takatora’s brain was fuming as he bent down to pick you up and walked you to the car in order to take you back to the Beach where he brought you to Ann.

When she was done examining you, she reassured Last Boss, explaining to him you were going to be ok as no vital organs were injured.

“I didn’t know you two knew each other” she said as she was preparing the bandages to patch you up.

 “We don’t”

“Oh”

“She saved my life tonight” Takatora justified.

“She must be a very nice girl” Ann answered.

During the entire discussion, the man’s eyes never left you. He needed to see you were going to be ok.

He saw people die every day without caring. But you risked your life for him. No one ever did anything like that.

“I need to take her shirt off” Ann interrupted his trail of thoughts.

The woman was cutting your shirt as she asked Last Boss to go to your room and take another one for you.

When he realized what was happening, he spun away to not invade your privacy. But instead of leaving, he took his hoodie off and gave it to her.

She put it on you after she was done.

“She will be ok, she just needs to sleep. But I need to keep her under observation for a day or two.”

“I’ll do it”

Ann was surprised by how quickly Takatora answered, almost snapping at her. But she agreed, telling him to come find her if anything happened.

Last Boss was watching you as you slept on the nursery bed. But after an hour or two, he saw you stir and wake up, trying to stand.

 “Why are you awake? You need to sleep”

“I’m uncomfortable. I want to go to my room.” You weren’t phased about his presence. You were too tired for it. You’ll ask questions when you’d have more rest.

“You need to stay here” he interjected.

“I can’t really sleep in here, please” you begged, hopeless.

Last Boss seemed to think about it before answering.

“Let me help you”

He helped you stand and you both walked to your room.

“I’m going to stay here tonight” he told you, not really giving you a choice.

You looked at him rising your eyebrows but you were honestly too tired to argue.

“Ann said you need a 24h watch” he continued.

You set yourself up on your bed and quickly fall asleep.

But soon enough, you woke up again, this time shaking from the cold.

“Are you ok?” the bald man asked.

“I’m cold”

“I think I can find a blanket somewhere. Wait here”

He left the room to come back a few minutes later with one enormous blanket. He putted it on you before going back to his place, in the corner of the room.

“Why are you in this chair?” you questioned, still shivering.

“I’m watching you”

“Are you a zombie?”

“What?”

“Zombies don’t sleep.” You answered “Or do they?” you quietly asked yourself.

“I’m not a zombie!”

“That is exactly what a zombie would say” you gasped.

Takatora was faking annoyance at this point.

“Go back to sleep”

You didn’t answer and closed your eyes.

He wasn’t used to people joking with him, as they all were afraid of him. But he watched you fall asleep again, a light smile plastered on his face.

You woke up the next morning, the sun warming your face.

You grunted as you sat, your eyes falling on the man sitting in front of you.

One quick look around you when you realized.

“Why am I wearing your hoodie?”

“Ann needed to cut your shirt to patch you up”

“I’ll give it back to you” you nodded.

“You can keep it.”

“That’s nice of you, but I’ll give it back. It’s yours.”

“I want you to have it”

“Oh”

Luckily, this game gave you a few days of peace. No planned games for the rest of the week. And you decided to take life slow.

Last Boss wanted to make sure you were doing alright. That’s why he made it a habit for you to sleep in his room. And when you didn’t, he just burst into yours, to a point that you haven’t slept alone since the night you got injured.

Life continued. More games have passed. But you were still living around each others.

No one really understood what was happening between the two of you. No one dared to ask.

You two didn’t even know. You just were comfortable with that.

The guy who never talked could rant to you about any society subject and you liked it.

It was special. But you weren’t questioning anything. You just let life happens and boy, it was good. Life around Takatora was just easy.

“What are you doing?” he asked, walking inside of your room.

“Watching a movie”

The man stayed silent and settle in the bed beside you.

“This guy is hot” you affirmed a few moments later.

“What?”

“He is” you defended yourself.

“But he’s a zombie?!”

“And?”

“You think zombies are hot?” he questioned.

“Obviously”

Takatora smiled to himself.

Your eyes left the screen, looking at him for the first time since he entered the room, and your eyes caught something weird.

 “What is that?”

“What is what?” he asked, confused.

“That” you repeated, pointing at him.

“It’s my hoodie”

“But I am wearing your hoodie”

“I have multiple hoodies”

Ok, now that was weird!

“Are you cutting all of your hoodie the same way?”

“Yes”

“Why?”

“I like it that way”

Your brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

“Wait! Are you telling me you actually change clothes and are not wearing the same fucking hoodie every day?”

“No, it’s gross”’

“Oh wow! My entire life has been a lie! I don’t even know what is true and what is not anymore!” you laughed, gripping his arm.

You drew your attention back to the show, but he kept staring at your hand on his arm.

And at this exact moment, he knew. He loved you.

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland fanfiction #alice in borderland imagine #alice in borderland smut #takatora #takatora samura #takatora smut #takatora samura smut #takatora imagine #takatora samura imagine #last boss #smut #last boss imagine

[kurosystem]

Tw: sewicide @ttempt (details)

I attempted last night with 25 Sertraline 50mg pills. I didn't work and now I want to jump off a rooftop but it doesn't matter.

I wanted to share you the effects of a (failed) Sertraline overdose cuz I think it's interesting.

The act. I wanted to take it and try to sleep as fast as possible to die during the night. So I took the pills at 9pm, drank a little bit of alcohol to increase its effects and went in my bed.

Symptoms. Tachycardia is the first one noticeable... and the most annoying in fact cuz I haven't slept a single minute because of it. It is like doing sport so I was extremely tired but couldn't sleep because of it. The second most visible is shaking, like I shaked really bad and still do a little actually (24h after). I also had an infernal migraine, and it took 20 hours to go away - stomach aches too. My body was logically very stressed so I was very anxious; and I heavily dissociated (still dissociated actually). The symptom that surprised me the most was hallucinations. A few hours after the intake, I started seeing shadows moving, even one transformed into a small monster but I ran away lol. My vision was blurred so everything I couldn't perfectly see (the lights were off) was transforming into something, I even saw my mom, and my cat multiple times too. I also saw colored dots randomly appearing and disappearing. But the most surprising was the voices. I was literally hearing voices calling me and walking sounds, wich was very annoying because I was like "maybe this time it's real" and it wasn't, I verified with her. A last one is total anedonia, so I actually hate my life more than before lmao.

Afterwards. It's been 24 hours now and I still shake a little, my heartbeats are a little faster than before but nothing very annoying. I don't have appetite/food cravings rn and I think the reason of that is anedonia. I sincerely felt like I was dying for hours , and hoped I would have a heart attack due to tachycardia but I'm still here lmao. I feel fine actually (I mean no physical pain) Tell me if you think this was interesting to read. Ps: I also skipped small symptoms cuz there was a lot.

#self destruction #tw self destructive behavior #tw depressing stuff #i wanna die #self mutalition #su1c1d3 #tw sui ideation #sewer slide #tw overdose #sertraline

[script-a-world]

Submitted via Google Form:

How many generations would it take the population to change their circadian rhythm when moving to a new planet? Their original planet had 22 hour rotations but their new planet has 38 hour rotations. Also, how would the generations in between adapt to life/arrange schedules when their physical cycle doesn't match the planet's day/night? If someone say ate breakfast at 9AM daily according to their own cycle, their breakfast time will vary at different times of the local day. Sounds rather confusing.

Tex: Chronobiology is a bit of a specialized field, and because of that, there’s still a lot of research being established about the subject. I haven’t found a lot of research on the presumed epigenetic component of altering the CLOCK gene (and and assorted related genes) that govern the circadian rhythm, but I’m going to guess that an individual could slowly adapt to a new planet, and that those adaptations would be reflected genetically in their lineage. How these changes show up - and correspond to the original expression of the gene(s) - is currently unknown, but since this is your world, you can play around with it.

Feral: Tex has already talked a bit about the biological aspect, so let’s talk about the environmental - specifically the built and social environmental aspects - which play more into your second question. How much control will settlers have over their built environment and how it is lit? What type of built environment will they have? In 2014 Alexander Gerst provided a look at his daily schedule on the ISS, showing a wake-up call for the astronauts at 6am and bedtime at 9:30pm (GMT). Among the other rows showing how their day is segmented into tasks, one row shows Day/Night, in other words when the station experiences daylight and when it experiences darkness. Remember that clocks are made up, and the clock you use to determine when breakfast is is not actually coordinating with the sun. Ptolemy defined a second somewhere around 150CE, but astronomically, not only was that not as precise as what we can measure now, the Earth is actually spinning several milliseconds faster than it was in the second century. Our concept of how many seconds there are in a day hasn’t changed; the length of a second (and therefore a minute and therefore an hour and therefore a day) has. Further, although we have a 24-hour cycle, day and night are not equal lengths throughout the year, yet jobs and schools do not shift timing to match. That’s not how it was a couple centuries ago, before electric lights became the norm, but social time has been quite static since - at least in monochronic cultures. A polychronic culture may adapt very differently to a different daily rhythm.

One note on scientific accuracy (if you care, but you are absolutely not required to care): the rotation of your planet taking 38 Earth hours may be too slow for comfortable habitability far beyond circadian rhythm. It’s not an outlandishly long time, but it’s worth considering what other environmental adaptations your people will need to make. Daily scheduling might be the easiest thing they’ll have to overcome.

Synth: Over the decades there have been several studies on how human circadian rhythms shift when deprived of external cues. There are many body processes that exhibit cyclical patterns (core body temp, various endocrine functions and levels, etc.). A lot of them maintain their patterns with very little fluctuation from baseline even under extended periods of altered or completely absent light cues, or erratic sleep patterns, which indicate that they are governed primarily by internal genetic factors, not external environmental ones. There is of course some variety between individuals, but it all averages out to a cycle just a bit over 24h in length [Stability, Precision, and Near-24-Hour Period of the Human Circadian Pacemaker; Czeisler et al. 1999 → a very summarized overview in this article.]

Now sleep, specifically, can vary a lot more, especially when there are no external signals (called “zeitgeber”, German for “time giver” or “synchronizer”) providing any hints as to time of day. During some “free-running” experiments, where there is a complete lack of zeitgeber and the study participants are left to sleep and wake as they feel like it, sleep patterns would drift gradually forward by around an hour each day, and the subjects’ “days” lengthen toward a period of 25-26 hours, which later studies revealed was due to the influence of artificial lighting [Entrainment of the Human Circadian System by Light; Jeanne F. Duffy and Kenneth P. Wright, Jr.] A study in 1973 by Mills, Minors and Waterhouse had subjects who adopted “days” spanning from 24 to 30 hours, though this study was relatively short, lasting not even two weeks total, so who knows if the patterns would have changed more over a longer timespan.

All the way back in 1938, Nathaniel Kleitman and Bruce Richardson spent just over a month in Mammoth Cave, isolated from the normal light and temperature zeitgeber, with the goal of seeing if they could shift to a 28-hour “day”. Richardson did adapt to it; Kleitman struggled. In 1965, spelunkers Josie Laures and Antoine Senni spent 88 and 126 days, respectively, in caves in the French Alps for a similar experiment, though theirs were free-running instead of strictly regimented. There was a lot more variation in the lengths of their “days”, with extremely erratic sleep cycles. A similar experiment was carried out in 2021, with fifteen participants and lasting forty days (I have not found any research papers related to it, but it was pretty recent and there might just not be that much published yet).

Here’s another paper talking about studies in chronobiology that has more links to other research papers in it that I wanted to include but couldn’t find a good in-line place to put it. Reading up on sleep disorders like delayed sleep phase disorder, advanced sleep phase disorder, and non-24-hour sleep-wake disorder might help with brainstorming too, since they all deal with sleep patterns that don’t fully mesh with the planet’s day-night cycle.

Maybe your characters adapted within a few generations, or considerably more than a few generations. Maybe there are some family lines that never adapt and others that manage it really quickly. Since they have the tech to migrate to a whole other planet, they presumably have artificial lighting, so perhaps they adapt the environment to themselves instead of the other way around, and maintain a semi-artificial “day”. Or everybody gradually time-shifts their way through all the days, going to sleep later and later until they loop back around, or their society splits into the night-owls and the early-birds as people settle into the rhythms that best fit their own natural tendencies and their new society is structured around that.

Tex is right in saying it’ll ultimately be up to you to decide how you want things to unfold in your story. The sample sizes and time spans of the experiments that have been carried out so far are not large, so really the only way we’d ever know for sure how any species would adapt to a planet with a day almost twice as long as they’re used to is to actually go out and settle such a world and see what happens, and we are quite a ways off from being able to do that. It might be more to think about when building your own world, but also opens up narrative flexibility since you can go with whichever options best support the story you want to tell.

#google submitted #evolution #planets #chronobiology

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

-- > should've at least listened til ep 67? tho brief mention of spoilers for s10 also

If you asked any O.V.E.R. employee what they thought about Hunter Jeremiah Hartley, the most common answer would probably be friendly. Welcoming. Warm. Simply a very nice dude.

Jam would tell you about the time they lost their childhood dog and Hunter Jeremiah Hartley comforted them, even though they barely knew each other. Ryan would tell you about how Hunter was the only one to not keep speculating about his relationship with Chris behind their back, and said Chris would let out a tired sigh and nod in angreement.

(Marissa would go into a tirade about how she deserved to get the Tier 2 spot instead of him. Maybe you should not ask Marissa.)

So when Hunter Jeremiah Hartley first met Mike Walters, he was friendly, welcoming, warm and simply a very nice dude - like he always is. Mike was neither of those things, since he still believed he could somehow "win" woe.begone. Poor thing wasn't even aware of the Flinchites or the Security System or, well, anything. It is almost comical in hindsight, almost as much as it is tragic.

Like most security guards in a top secret facility, Mike Walters is not exactly...social. If you asked any O.V.E.R. employee what they thought about Mikey Walters, the most common answer would probably be prickly. Or maybe that new dude that keeps reappearing with increasingly worrisome injuries. Or that guy that always looks like he is about to have a mental breakdown and hasn't slept in a week. Or, most probable, that one unlucky dude who got mauled by a bear and miraculously survived. Gay employees would probably also follow that last remark up with a joke in rather bad taste.

And yet, they still hit it off.

Hunter Jeremiah Hartley became Mike Walters's best friend, and Mike Walters became Hunter Jeremiah Hartley's.

(When Mike is around Hunter Jeremiah Hartley, he almost feels comfortable, something he didn't think he would ever feel again ever since he started that wretched game.)

Hunter was the first person Mike called on his cabin phone. (Or well, he was actually the second. But his intention HAD been to call Hunter, so he doesn't count the misdial.) Hunter was the gateway to Mike's social life in O.V.E.R. Without Hunter, Mike and Chris and Ryan mostly stewed in awkward silence or painful smalltalk.

Hunter is the type of guy you just feel like you can trust. He and Mike talk about movies and the patch of grass that looked kind of suspicious on their patrol route yesterday or increasingly ridiculous theories about what O.V.E.R. is really hiding.

(Both will become fully aware of what that really is, one day, but it is still fun to "guess". In the future, when they will be openly walking around in Tier 2 or even 3, they will sometimes think about those stupid conversations again and have to remind themselves that they are enemies. Traitors. Evil.)

Hunter will tell Mike about the entire life story he invented for the last spider he set free instead of killing and they will both ignore each other's very suspicious behavior. True friendship.

It is also not uncommon for Mike and Hunter to visit each other's cabins.

It is a night like any other when Mike Walters knocks on Hunter's door in the middle of the night. Hunter is wearing gray sweatpants and an Old Brush Valley 24h Diner shirt. It is a bit odd that Mike should appear without any warning or plans, but it is not uncommon either. Hunter opens the door. He and Mike Walters are best friends, after all.

The man that enters the cabin is not the Mike Walters that Hunter knows and loves.

In another timeline Mike will sneak into Tier 2. In another timeline, he will accidentally transport Edgar into the middle of the Pacific Ocean and call Hunter in a state of panic. And Hunter will want to help, of course he will, he is Hunter after all. Hunter and Mike may not be best friends anymore - a distance growing between them that neither can bridge nor stop - but they still care deeply for each other. In this other timeline, Hunter will live, and Hunter will kill everyone.

But this is not that timeline. And so Hunter Jeremiah Hartley is killed by a stranger wearing his best friend's face, in the knowledge that he would will have had going to murder Marissa and Charlie and Edgar and Chris and Ryan. (But not Mike, not his best friend.) (His acquaintance? His former friend? His... enemy?)

In yet another timeline Hunter dies in a white room with no doors and no windows. Alone.

It is hard to believe, but Hunter and Mike used to be best friends.

#spoilers for: #.....basically everything actually i think? #you should at least definitely have listened to #wbg ep 67 #btw no gore or anything in this one !! #just heartbreak :))) #i love #hunter jeremiah hartley #you could even say i heartley him #HE AND MIKE WERE BEST FRIENDS 😭 #mike walters #woe.begone spoilers #woe.begone #woe begone #wbg spoilers #w.bg spoilers #he is genuinely the most heartbreaking and tragic character in the show AND HE DOESNT DESERVE IT #trapped in a conflict neither he nor mike have even had yet #a conflict that only happens because of a future neither has control over #aldkfjsjfjsjjfrj

[chinomiko]

Hi Chino, idk if it has already been asked a million time but are you still interested in continuing your personal game BOS one day?

Hello ! Thank you for your question, I've been asked a few times, but after so much time it's legitimate and I am sorry and ashamed for such delays 🥹 I definitely don't want to drop the project, and I will continue it for sure, but what's also sure is that is will be at a scarce pace anyway.

I always priorize work, and NewGen has been so demanding. It's taken all my focus these past monthes. And when I still have some energy on the evenings or weekend I will usually keep working on it too. I am quite sure my fiance, who also works at Beemoov and on BoS with me is on the same page than me on this. Keeping it personnal art related, lately I am also interested in doing a bit more bookish fandom fanarts, and I have a few more OCs I wanna bring to life, so I draw Meli and Ro a bit less :)

Otherwise, as I said I am usually too drained to keep working on a serious project that I want to keep it as a pleasure. My other priority overall in my schedule is to do something really different like sports, to have a bit more balanced healthy lifestyle and avoid being on the computer and screen 24/24h

Back to BoS, the second chapter is halfway done I think. I just have to get back to it at some point >o< Thank you for your support, it's always very motivating ! Beneath our Scars is a free visual romance game Discover BoS here

#chinomiko #bos #beneath our scars #free visual novel #free otome game #romance game

[welcometomyoasis]

Shu's Seventeen Song Recs (for @heavenfilm) - sorry obviously I didn't add every single song in but they have no skips so I recommend just listening to everything!

Shu's cry songs (ie, the songs I listen to when I write angst... or the songs that some of my moots might want to yank away from me because I love angst haha also yes I'm aware some of these are happier sounding songs...)

when I grow up

healing (I listen to this when I travel and it does make me sob on the airplane...)

beautiful

highlight (uhm... idk how to explain this being here... I love the soothing sound of the music)

lean on me

don't listen in secret

smile flower

don't wanna cry

habit

if i

without u

lilili yabbay (same as highlight I like the sound of the music)

pinwheel

flower

campfire

thanks

run to you

our dawn is hotter than day (I listen to this during plane take offs... also makes me sob for some reason)

hug

home

lie again

247

second life

fallin flower

my my

kidult

together

24H

all my love

not alone

anyone

same dream, same mind, same night

imperfect love

I can't run away

2 minus 1

power of love

circles

don quixote

shadow

if you leave me

fml

I don't understand but I luv u

dust

April shower

Now - even if the world ends tomorrow

SOS

yawn

headliner

silent boarding gate (jun solo)

hai cheng (minghao solo)

Shu's happy music (ie, the songs I listen to when I want to be hyped up)

adore u

20

mansae

pretty u

love letter

aju nice

beautiful

boom boom

swimming fool (SUPER FUN SONG)

CLAP

flower

rocket

thinkin' about you

call call call!

holiday

come to me

moonwalker

good to me

shhh

getting closer

happy ending

hit

fear

let me hear you say

network love

back it up

snap shoot

left and right

together

Home;Run

Ah! Love

heaven's cloud

ready to love

anyone

Gam3 Bo1

Wave

to you

rock with you

crush

Pang!

darl+ling

_world

hot

don quixote

March

domino

shadow

'bout you

ash

dream

super

fire

Sara Sara

god of music

diamond days

back 2 back

monster

psycho (jun solo)

tiger power (uhm... Hoshi's unofficial solo)

spider (hoshi solo)

Shu's favs (ie, Shu's favourite songs... oddly similar to Shu's cry songs...)

pretty u

aju nice

don't wanna cry

habit

if i

pinwheel

campfire

thinkin' about you

thanks

run to you

come to me

our dawn is hotter than day

good to me

hug

happy ending

fear

network love

fallin flower

left and right

together

kidult

Ah! Love

all my love

heaven's cloud

ready to love

anyone

gam3 bo1

to you

rock with you

imperfect love

I can't run away

2 minus 1

_world

Hot

don quixote

shadow

'bout you

if you leave me

ash

fml

super

fire

I don't understand but I luv u

dust

April shower

Sara Sara

SOS

headliner

yawn

silent boarding gate

hai cheng

Shu's picks (ie, songs which gives me HUGE brain rot for seventeen. either the videos are my favourites or I love the growls in the song... ahem anyway)

pretty u (listen... jeonghan's fancam from one of last year's performances when his hair was long... my absolute favourite)

aju nice (needs no explanation)

healing

don't wanna cry

if I (I love the instrumental in between the verses)

pinwheel

flower

rocket

falling for you (duet between my loves? jeonghan and Joshua? yes please)

call call call! (the intro is everything)

holiday (just a fun song!)

our dawn is hotter than day

good to me (this does something to me....)

hug

happy ending

fear

network love

back it up

network love

fallin flower (fun fact! there's this panda I like who always rolls around... her name is he Hua which means peace flower.. anyway when she rolls I literally hum fallin fallin fallin...)

left and right

kidult

24H

Ah! Love (the 95 liners in one song? them saying ah! love is you? obviously I love it)

all my love

heaven's cloud (soft yet fluffy)

ready to love (Joshua's voice is dreamy)

anyone (I fell in love with Joshua because of the special video)

gam3 bo1 (really fun sound!)

rock with you

crush

Pang!

2 minus 1 (American duo!!!)

darl+ling

circles (ie the song that makes all carats sob)

HOT

don quixote

shadow (.... the growls.. I just melt)

ash

fml

super

fire (watch the fancam...)

I don't understand but I luv u (also... watch the fancam)

dust

April shower

Sara Sara

SOS

headliner

god of light music (duh!)

#shu's daydreaming ☁︎ #yea this is almost everything i think #obviously i didn't include every single song although i love all of seventeen's discography #this is my personal taste so if anyone is wondering where a certain song is #it's in my playlists i do listen to all of seventeen's songs #these are just my picks to recommend to heaven #Spotify

[naniwa-archive]

Make Up Day - Naniwa Danshi

[English Translation | YouTube Ver.]

Tu ru tu tu tu tu tu

Yeah...

Tu ru tu tu tu tu tu

Alone at dawn 

Facing the mirror

Asking, "What color should I paint with?"

24H, 24H (24H)

Always vivid, vivid (So bright)

Because the world changes depending on how you feel

The seasons that were monochrome (seasons)

Meeting you added color to them

(All) The different colors 

(Want) I want to collect them all

Life is wonderful

The scenery no one knows 

I will search that with you

I will add colors to the secrets and wishes in your heart too

Dye it, Shine it, Blur it, Mix it

So beautiful

Along with the colors 

Make up!

Every one second spent will surely turn into

Never-ending eternity

Tears that can't be seen

That won't disappear

Someday will be a Message that shines bright

Wow yeah...

Make Up Day!

The scenery no one knows 

I will search that with you

I will add colors to the secrets and wishes in your heart too

Dye it, Shine it, Blur it, Mix it

So beautiful

Along with the colors 

Make up!

Tu ru tu tu tu tu tu

Let's make up my day!

Tu ru tu tu tu tu tu

MV:

#なにわ男子 #shirolations #johnny's #naniwa danshi #西畑大吾 #nishihata daigo #大橋和也 #高橋恭平 #ohashi kazuya #takahashi kyohei #大西流星 #道枝駿佑 #長尾謙社 #藤原丈一郎 #onishi ryusei #michieda shunsuke #nagao kento #fujiwara joichiro #make up day #Youtube

[panzershrike-pretz]

ATHENA CROW

Source: x x x | x x x | x x x -> song: Fly With The Seagulls

If I could fly as high as the seagulls If I could glide on top of the wind I would make my way on shore I would make my way in land I would sleep in those green fields again

- About;

- Athena Crow - she/her

Athena's name comes from, as you can probably guess, the greek Goddess who inspired her many years ago. When Athena came to be, she was bothing like what she is today - and I think being named Athena reflects her importance.

Crow is, simply, an omage to her bird part. She is half-crow and as such got the bird's name.

- First Mate/Quartermaster (formely Captain)

Athena's role on Blithe changed and she demoted herself to give way to Jeremy's comand. Tho she sure was a very good Captain, her confidence smashed to bits when her former crew and her own daughter declared mutiny and stole her old ship, The Bayonet.

In fear of losing once again, be it for any cause, Athena holds her beliefs that not being directly in charge will actually prevent her head to be put on a stake.

A first mate is the second officer in command, right behind a pirate's ship Captain, being that a highly important job. Standing in that rank, Athena still lets herself have enough power over the others without being an actual threat to her honour and life.

- Goddess of Death and Freedom

Ironically, Athena is not free; cursed to forever roam the oceans, stuck to it like a bird in a cage - only so, it's a much bigger and dangerous one. The only way to free herself from this prison is with death - but she won't be dying any time soon.

Her powers, tho being strong, are limited. She can free herself from almost any trap, at the cost of another curse - extreme bad luck, which she got from an object she looted many years back.

She is able to shoot a plasma ball from her mouth, but has a limit of 5 shots, becoming extremely tired if she pushes herself iver the limit - those shot are made out of pure magic and she can exaust her supply to the point she'll faint. It regains very slowly, so she has to be mindful of her use.

Besides that, she can make a rip in space to travel through the land of the dead, even visiting them if she feels like it. But, even so, she can't bring people back.

Athena can turn into a crow and understand birds, even talk to them - she even has a little pet crow, named Nisco, gufted to her at her birth by her mom to protect her. And, finally, Athena can create time-loops - small sections of time that are stuck on the same 24h loop everyday, used to hide in or inhabit, since no-maj people can't enter those and the passing of time prevents getting older. She has one loop in a small island off the coast of Wales, which the crew uses as their safe cove to where they can retreat if needed.

- Personality

Athena is a controversial one; she was labelled Angel of Death during her reign over the seas with The Bayonet and her crew - she doesn't show any remorse for most of the things she did, but still is haunted for the ones that had consequences that affected herself in a bad way.

She thinks very highly of herself and constantly puts her own life over the others, but, at the same time, would fight to the death for them.

She's narcisistic and too proud for her own good, but that won't mean she'll not keep an eye out for the others - even if she hates admiting to it.

At the same time she can look like a coward, she can be a very scary beast. It all depends on what is being throw in the game.

- Funfact: Athena's stule of flight was inspired in Toothless' from HTTYD, needing her tail feathers to steer herself through the air - the plasma shots are also based on his; I figured it'd be a cool way of showing how the OG Gods differ from the younger ones; their whole being is made of divine power and they have more abilities (at a much highers cost).

- Relationship: -----

I made this headshot waaaay too quickly since Tumblr posted this sheet itself before I could finish it 🤡👍

#🥨🪶 #pretz oc #WHY IS TUMBLR FUCKING WITH ME #IT WAS NOT MEANT TO BE POSTESD TODAY I'M SO MAD #but alas #here she is I guesss :/

[proudheron]

my new job is consuming my entire brain power, it feels like all i do outside of work is sleep. it's a decent job and i am good at it. just waiting for the pathways in my brain to get better-trod so that i can scrape enough energy to have a life outside of databases and files and schedules and emails.

the one hobby that i am working on is developing a low-alcoholic gin that i like. but even that is more of a chore than a true leisure pursuit, because i need something to drink during the eight-day gin-soused family vacation that is one week away.

when i was moderating my drinking to 3 days per week, i would allow myself exceptions for vacation and christmas. and it's not a coincidence that those are the 2 times a year when i see my In-laws more than 3 days a week. they are mostly lovely people but they do not allow me to decline drinks without a fight. they fill my glass when i say no, and badger me if i don't drink it. this pressure was a huge part of why i broke my sobriety in 2014.

however a few things are different now. i am more entrenched in this family than I was 9 years ago and not as eager to please. someone else stopped drinking for some kind of non-alcoholism health reasons, so the weird bullying is distributed between the two of us and is easier to bear.

anyway all this recipe-blog backstory is to say that, i think the best way to not relapse during this eight-day gauntlet is to never have an empty glass and also not allow cravings to take hold for a second. non alcoholic beer is not going to cut it, when my pickled brain has been conditioned for a decade to crave a gin and tonic any time the clock strikes 4 in the vicinity of the northumberland strait.

the dangerous part of this recipe is that juniper doesn't infuse readily into water. and if the juniper is not right the craving will not be satisfied. so without a local source for food-grade glycerin i entered a liquor store for the first time since april, and bought vodka. beelined home carrying my bag as if it were dynamite and wore a mask when i cracked the cap so i wouldn't smell it. maybe a little superstitious but i am so afraid of waking up the base uncontrollable impulse that pilots my body for me, which i've fought so many times before.

anyway i made an infusion with all the botanicals multiplied by 5, let it sit for 24h, strained it, simmered the botanicals in water and steeped them 48h. and i also made small amounts of ginger extract and chili extract, because i want to experiment with feelings of burn and harshness! the g&t i made was so fucking good. everything i wanted it to be. 15ml of 15% ABV gin worked out to a 1% abv drink that was still strongly flavoured!! and like 0.1 ml of chili pepper extract made it edgy and warming without being spicy. the ginger was the wrong vibe but I'm saving it for my whiskey experiments.

I want to experiment with szechuan peppercorn and or horseradish? because i feel alcohol as a buzzing in my sinuses, and I'm interested in approximating not just the flavours but the sensory aspects. like I want it to feel distinct from a shirley temple. i always preferred stiff drinks and bitter cocktails and most mocktails are disappointingly easy-drinking.

but the experiments will probably have to wait until after vacation because my first attempt is good enough and my brain and body are still healing from doing baby's first accounting last week

#this post is all over the place but that's what i am lately #alcoholism #caveat i guess some people are very strict about consuming like 0.00% alcohol #whereas i have been doing well keeping to under 1% #homemade hop extract and soda water #going to the beer garden and mixing a session ale into my water glass #whatever is low proof enough to not wake the demon that thirsts for room temperature everclear

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

In my mind, Joel left for a patrol with his group like usual. It was early in the morning so you barely said goodbye to him and Ellie's last interaction with him was the night before when she went to bed. It was supposed to be a few hours, he'd be home by noon.
But of course, he wasn't.
You didn't worry at first. It happens, the patrol lasts a bit longer and it's alright. But it was already the afternoon and there was no sign of the group that left in the morning. 
Ellie was in school all day, you had your daily tasks so you managed to keep busy until you went home and Joel still wasn't there. You tried not to worry too much, try to find rational explanations, especially for Ellie. 
As much as she relies on you a lot, she also needs Joel. It was very hard for her to get used to being far from you. At first being away from you and Joel was a hard task that she managed to work on. Now, she didn't struggle as much, there was a routine installed and she knew that you'll find each other again once her classes are over/you've finished your work. 
But she's still very uneasy when one of you ends up leaving unexpectedly. Of course she knows Joel is on patrol but he should've been home by now. And the fact that you didn't hear from them is unnerving.
You do your best to soothe her, remind her it had been raining for part of the day so maybe Joel found shelter somewhere until died down, cooking with her, that sort of stuff.
You almost managed to make her feel somewhat at ease when the news fell. The patrol group came back.
Except Joel and another man (let's call him Mark).
The group explained they found raiders and lost Joel and Mark but they couldn't go look for them as they tried to escape the raiders. 
As much as you tried to remind yourself that Joel was much more than capable and he was probably fine, hiding somewhere, there was that little voice in you playing over and over all the worst case scenarios, all the things that could've gone wrong. 
The news was enough to make Ellie completely panicked as well. She tried to hide it but that night, she spent sitting in the living room, waiting for Joel to come home and tell her he's okay. 
You tried to get her to bed but it was impossible. Who were you fooling? Even you wouldn't be able to sleep that night.
The council decided to send another patrol the next morning and maybe, they could find them. It wasn't much but you didn't have any other choice.
It was your little sliver of hope. That the next patrol would find them or they'd come back during the night.
That night, Ellie stayed with you. Neither of you could sleep but you held onto each other. You comforted her just as much as she comforted you and somehow, you managed to get a few hours of (very troubled) sleep.
The next morning, nothing changed. The patrol left and came back but no sign of either Joel or Mark.
You were close to losing your mind. Over 24h in the woods and nothing from them? All the what ifs were gnawing at you, chewing your insides and making you feel sick with worry.
But you kept a brave face. For Ellie.
If you were close to losing your mind, she was already mad. She kept pacing in the living room, fidgeting and refusing to eat anything. She couldn't go to school either. What if Joel comes back and she isn't there to welcome him?
You tried to comfort her as best as you could, allowing her to express her fears. That's how you knew how terrible the situation was. Ellie couldn't even keep it in anymore. She couldn't fake being alright or just...tough it out like she tends to do. 
She never looked as young as she did that second night. She often seemed older, especially when compared to the other kids in the town because of her tough life. Barely 15 and already carrying the world on her shoulders. 
But when her world is made of you and Joel and he's missing? 
She crumbles. And when I say crumble, I don't mean that metaphorically. She starts being eaten by guilt and self-doubt. How she should've hugged him tighter the night before he left, how she never got to really call him dad or tell him that she loved him.

Ahhh okay, I doubt I have many new ideas considering that this is close to what I've written as you said. But yeah... If his companions were to return to Jackson without him. That would be so much more difficult then not seeing any of them. Because now you have one thousand more reasons to worry. And I feel like all knowledge about his strength would escape your mind. I feel like I would need five man holding me back because I would be out the gates the first chance I got. Wanting to go look for him myself. And yeah I just imagine Ellie looking at you, kind of to see what sort of emotions are dancing on your face. Because if you were there still somewhat calm, she might panic less because if you have hope then she would force herself in a way to believe that Joel might actually come back as well. But if you are there close to tears, her tiny happy world that is made up of you and Joel would be falling apart.

#come chat with bubbles 🫧 #little lily 🪷 #joel miller x reader

[akatsukiky]

TW ABUSE, WLBRST

This is the only thing I’ll really say on this as I don’t enjoy speaking out on these sort of topics for personal reasons.

Firstly, more importantly than anything else I will be saying here, SUPPORT SHELBY. They were incredibly brave talking about the abuse that they suffered and I hope everyone sends them nothing but love and support. They were a driving factor for my love for modded and narrative Minecraft and helped me through a dark time of my life. Please consider only tagging them in your posts regarding the situation and censoring or not naming their abuser so he doesn’t get attention he does not deserve.

Second, I’m disgusted by the people who are demonizing both CCs who are not publicly speaking on the situation and those who are. “Philza and Tommy not saying anything means he’s complicit!” “They don’t really care because they didn’t comfort Shelby and only said anything once their abuser confessed!” That’s all bullshit. Not everything has to be handled publicly for the whole world to see, these CCs do not owe anyone a Twitter confrontation nor do they need to broadcast every show of support for their friend. Some of them have not said anything about the matter because they, like many of the abusers fans, are struggling to reconcile the facts with who they thought they knew or were, like Shelby themselves, a victim of the abuser. Individuals who have spoken out such as Billzo, Badlinu, and Nihachu all faced issues because of the abuser and that can go for anyone else who was in the same circles as him. Anyone who says ‘So n so wasn't a minor when he met the abuser’ is woefully ignorant in assuming someone’s age is what decides if they’re able to be manipulated, made a victim, or make wrong judgements about a situation.

Similarly these same people who are trying to conduct a witch hunt of anyone who hasn’t said something publicly are the some of the ones treating the situation like Twitter drama. When people read their posts, acknowledge the language they are using to discuss the matter and the implied tone, and respond to them calling the subject drama, those same people who posted will decry them for doing so. Abuse is not drama, that is a fact and one that people are so quick to weaponize against other onlookers. There are, however, people who are rightfully correcting individuals and spreading that message without being hypocritical, and those people are the ones in the right.

This is not to say that there is no drama. It isn’t about the abuse, it isn’t about Shelby, it isn’t about their abuser, but the very accusations of complicity leveled at the other CCs in not bearing their entire personal lives and exchanges to the public. The drama is in the posts where people are screaming that if this person doesn’t say something within 24h they were complicit, if this person doesn’t unfollow the abuser immediately they are complicit, if this person still watches the abuser or likes any of his content they are complicit- in the people saying that it isn’t about Tommy, it isn’t about the other minors who the abuser manipulated, and invalidating them as victims because these onlookers have a mentality that there can only be one victim. Those posts are the ones spawning drama, that conversation about who’s guilty and who’s innocent and who’s a victim is drama, and it’s self-contained within the fandom.

That’s it. Please, support Shelby, support other victims, and stop harassing strangers on the internet to make a comment on something you aren’t involved in. Don’t make the abuse into drama.

#support shubble #support shelby #support victims #abuse is not drama #tw abuse #abuse #shubble

[arom-com]

hi hope this is ok but i've seen sooo many of ur posts tagged as renbrand and i am ... perhaps .... a little curious .... would u like to tell me abt them !!!! 👀👀 (its ok if not ofc)

Ofc!! I sure have been tagging them a lot huh

The short version is that they’re my unhinged lesbian ocs stuck in a murder timeloop

Longer version is this:

(I am not going to be able to explain this in any way approaching coherent) (but I will try!!) (sorry in advance for the Wall of Text)

So RenBrand stands for these two:

Ren Hayashi (23, she/they) university student studying criminal psychology, abandonment issues out the wazoo, Going Through It

Brand Reitveld (26, she/her) local gang leader, Control Issues TM, definitely the cat in whatever cat-and-mouse thing they have going on

They’re in love — it’s not even remotely healthy.

Basically, through no fault of their own, they got stuck in a long-form time loop (days/months rather than strict 24h) that resets whenever one of them dies, which wouldn’t be too much of an issue? Except a) they’ve never met and don’t know they’re stuck together, and b) Ren keeps getting fucking murdered

Bc!! Ren’s psychology prof is running a secret cult (trying to turn his crim psy students into serial killers, it’s a whole thing, very cringe of him) so she gets killed for accidentally getting in the way a couple times (she doesn’t know about the cult), and then ofc starts investigating, which only makes it worse (I feel so bad for her but it’s also really funny, saddest most pathetic sopping wet oc I’ve ever created)

(Some of Ren’s deaths are also caused by Brand who’s like listen I don’t have a grudge against you or anything but you do keep getting my people killed so I have to eliminate the threat, no hard feelings! And Ren is like I am in abject misery)

(strangers to enemies to lovers except the strangers to enemies is a speedrun and the enemies to lovers is a slow burn)

The story they’re from is sort of a dark mystery-slash-romance (think nbc hannibal meets groundhog day, which is certainly a sentence), and it’s mainly centred around Ren and her corruption arc as she goes from “tired student just trying to finish her dissertation if it kills her” to “codependent mob-wife who kills first and asks questions later”

I’m obsessed with time as a narrative device, and especially time loops, because it can be used in such interesting ways!! And the interesting part about time loops to me is that they’re like,,,,, rube goldberg machines for character development? You only stick a character in a time loop when you need them to undergo a pretty drastic change without a proper catalyst, and it forces them to wear themselves down to their bones, to find the very essence of what they are, and then build themselves back up again into their ideal and purest form of self. (Of course, some people just use them as a tool for romance, but that’s boring!! Boo)

Usually time loops exist to make a character better, because they’re given some kind of epiphany that makes them the best and kindest version of themselves. (Alternatively, they can be used as the cosmic equivalent of a washing machine spin cycle if you’re writing horror) But what interests Me is the idea of using a time loop to make a character worse, which is what I’m doing to Ren (and to a lesser extent, Brand)

And it’s not just corruption for corruption’s sake, either! Ren, as she is, is miserable — she’s completely isolated, unable to achieve any of her goals, and ultimately ends up getting killed in an impersonal way for impersonal reasons — but once the loop begins and she gets her second chance, she starts to wear away at all her self-imposed barriers and boundaries until she can start making her own decisions and being an active agent in her own life. Of course, she’s not choosing to do good, but the best version of herself is not necessarily Good or Kind, it’s just Authentic.

Brand, on the other hand — because she has more support and isn’t as repressed — is experiencing the time loop less as a vehicle for character development, and more as a perpetual time travel fix-it (which is SO fun, having two characters get wildly different outcomes from the same experience). Her problems are more interpersonal rather than internal, so where Ren is using the extra time to understand herself, Brand uses it to understand the world around her (and is thus doing a much better job at actually solving the plot, we love a girlboss).

Brand’s conflicts are with her brother (who I can’t even Begin to explain without adding another thousand words to this post), and (as the leader of the local gang) with the police & the murder cult, which means that a lot of her loops are spent information-gathering (and murdering, dw abt it)

Personality-wise Ren is pretty quiet, she doesn’t like to ask for things which means she gets into miscommunications a lot (people not helping when she wishes they would, people helping when she doesn’t need it bc they think she just doesn’t want to ask), she’s a very “the only one you can rely on is yourself” kind of person, which isn’t exactly ideal for someone you’re stuck in a time loop with but at least it means she never gives up? She also doesn’t really care what people think of her — or rather, she does care, but she doesn’t let it stop her

Brand is suffering from a lethal combination of being the youngest sibling and simultaneously the eldest daughter, so she’s great at asking for help and using her resources but it means that she a) is a little entitled about it, and b) needs to feel like she has perfect control over everything or she’ll die. She’s very possessive and protective over things that she considers hers (hence murdering Ren for getting her people killed, it’s fine they get over it)

Renbrand also come equipped with two sets of narrative foils (Brand’s disabled ex-ballet dancer brother and his bodyguard/love interest, and the cult leader professor and his prized pupil who both hates and loves him for what he’s become) but the word count on this is already obscenely, embarrassingly long so I’ll talk abt them another day maybe

#ok!!! that should be enough for now #renbrand #scattered-winter #asks #half of this is just meta about time loops I’m so sorry #feel free to ask more questions!! clearly I can’t shut up abt them #I’ve drawn brand I think twice? both should be under my art tag on my side acct #but yeah that’s the basics #calling them renbrand like rembrandt bc im so clever (joking) #I would do a rembrandt style painting of them if shading and I weren't mortal enemies #[clenches fist] god I love time as a narrative device #love making a character experience all their worst moments again while also giving them the opportunity to change #god. wait. loreliese as the degas ballerinas I'm SO clever #okay okay shutting up now #hope this answers your question!!! #edited bc when I was transferring this over it SKIPPED A PARAGRAPH fucking christ #so yeah if the mention of the murder cult out of the blue confused anyone… that’s why #attys yapping ✨🌷💞

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mutuals as svt songs & members + why please!

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@young-jae as scoups / snap shoot: sofie is like the big sister i never had and i love her to death. her vibes are the entire snap shoot video in one and her friendship makes me feel light and loved and understood, and never like any work at all. i also love dino's verse and dk's harmony here a lot and i think that is really just the two of us in, like, 5 seconds.

@bisexualhobibi as jeonghan / all my love: ana is my best friend in the world. they are funny, mischievous, opinionated, caring, brilliant, and just the absolute bestest person you could ever have the luck to meet. i have no idea how they deemed me cool enough to become friends with them to be honest??? sometimes i feel like i don't deserve a friendship like this. all my love only amounts to so much, you know? but even so, i would do everything for them.

@herewegobebe as joshua / aju nice: ah, ru!!! i love ru so much. she is such a veteran in the shawol fandom and i feel like joshua is a good fit for her. aju nice is the kind of song that makes you nostalgic but is also just a huge fucking party, and i think there's nothing us shawols know better / love more than that.

@huiwife as jun / rock with you: a fellow gemini, this was such a no brainer. jasmine has the energry of jun cooking his hot pot for everyone, that quiet kind of devotion. to me, anyways. i chose rock with you because i feel like it has that kind of infectious vibe that jasmine has, and because it could have been a pentagon b-side.

@jjaes as hoshi+minghao / thanks: do i need to say anything here, actually? yes, al gets a double bill so sorry to whoever would have been minghao, i guess. thinking about this makes me want to bawl my eyes out so i will keep it short, mostly. al is the only person in the world who understands me unconditionally and who has never, ever left me, and never will. there is not enough thanks, or even words, in the world to convey my gratitude. not enough love, either. also, she is the perfect marriage of hoshi's gemini delusion and minghao's spirituality and no nonsense approach to life.

@wonublr as wonwoo / oh my!: lee is the wonu to my woozi and of the funnest people i ever met on caratblr. we just kinda clicked instantly and that is so rare! she has the kind of calming influence on me that wonwoo has on a grumpy gremlin like jihoon, and i just adore having her around. i chose oh my!, a song that i absolutely love, because it is so carefree and bubbly and lovely, and lee is all of that to me.

@magzineho as woozi / 24h: if i have to hand out my most beloved, dearest, most important jihoon to anyone, it gotta be rosie. i love you and i love yelling about all things pentagon and musical theater and literally anything else in this world with you. real recognizes real and that's why you are the jihoon of my heart. 24h is one of my favorite seventeen songs and i think you'd vibe with it really well.

@tipannies as dk / fallin' flower: mari, one of my favorite people in the entire world. i love you so much, and i know you probably don't see yourself that way, but to me you are sunshine, much like dk's role in the group. also, your talent is vast and endless and makes me feel like the luckiest fool in the world getting to witness it. i chose falling flower for you because the songs is tender and soft and aches, and yet, it picks you right off the ground. i think it's a song that understands melancholy and heartache and pain, and i love this song and you.

@ohoshi as mingyu / spider: hoshi central cora is the mingyu to al's minghao and also the mingyu to al's hoshi. if you get it, you get it. spider is another no-brainer here! as a group song, i would have either given her fearless or hot. i think there is so much we can achieve if we let go of our anxieties and fears and just believe in ourselves. i was born in fear but i got back on the horse fearless. wonwoo said something like that once, in don quixote.

@yejiswife as seungkwan / heaven's cloud: jenny, one of the best people on the planet ..... it is a fucking honor to know them and love them and cherish them and just, like. call them a friend. i would give jenny the world if i could. they are as fun and brazen and genius as seungkwan and yet, their heart is as soft and honest and sweet as a cloud. also, i personally love heaven's cloud a lot. i love you, jenny. <3

@usershua as vernon / 2 minus 1: vivi, ofc, had to be vernon. she is the vernon to my woozi and she absolutely understands what it's like to be so enamored with a man it makes you look stupid. but, on a more serious note, vivi is so cool and calm and so brilliantly artistic that i think hansol is a great fit for her. i had to give her 2 minus 1 for reasons. i'm pretty sure she gets it.

@kimtaegis as dino / anyone: last but not least. i think that there is a quiet perseverance and stubbornness in annie that has made her resilient and stronger than she would ever admit or even realize. yet, she has a soft core that is, i think, much like chan's and deserves to be filled up to the brim with love. anyone was her most played song of 2021, and i think those cool movie vibes of the song really suit her! annie always looks like she stepped straight off a movie set.

#ask #anon #i love all my mutuals so sorry if you are not among these 12 <333333333