next-peditioner extraordinaireee

Pleeby | They/Them | HyperPOP + WeirdCore | BIIGG NE fan!!! Requests: OPEN!!

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Rules and Stuff!!

So! Here’s some general stuff I’m willing to do!!

Pride Icons (any flag!!)

Regular icons

Specific themes

Ship Icons

Matching Icons

Any DD characters!!

What I will NOT do!!!

Harry, Dmitri, Zea, or Jessie in any STRAIGHT ships. They’re not hetties and making them het is kinda gross..

Hate things

Ships with Kaori (the actor is fine I don’t like the character tho she’s uncomfy ://)

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anyone hear about calamirty awaitrs..?

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new series...

anyone else excited for MS/??? the official trailers coming out soon, after all these teasers. idk anythingggg about tarot but im sure it wont hurt :))

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PHEW

that hachiro fic took me SO long to write i hope everyone likes it!!!!

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"𝙄 𝘿𝙄𝘿𝙉'𝙏 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙋𝙊𝙋𝙐𝙇𝘼𝙍!" | YT!Hachiro x Fan!Reader Oneshot

╰┈➤ ❝ IN WHICH, in a Youtubers AU, reader is a fan of Hachiro. What they don’t know is that he’s also their best friend.❞ WARNING: This is a long one.

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~_*-*_~ Hachiro ~_*-*_~

Hachiro was fiddling with a microphone, squinting at it with mild frustration. Every time he positioned it just right, it’d swing downward or off to the side. He was supposed to be streaming in about half an hour, and this was taking up way too much of his prep-time. Had the hinge gotten all loosey-goosey? It wasn’t even that old!

Ah, right. Hachiro. He was far better known by his online alias, DanTheHighwayman. A faceless Youtuber who more often than not played horror games of many kinds. It was almost a surprise to first-timer audiences, given he’s so quiet and flighty. He always talks about how much he loves the horror genre, yet screams his heart out every time the cheapest of jumpscares jumps at him. Hell, there are some games he hasn’t even finished due to chickening out of them.

Still, his tone of voice and introverted demeanor always captivated his fans. Some found it funny how he could go from nervous, shy speaking to screaming curses in seconds. Others liked how he didn’t try to exaggerate his reactions (honestly, though, he didn’t really need to).

So, here he was, trying to get his latest stream to actually happen on time. He had to before his roommate got home, else they’d figure out his whole deal. Sometimes, he wished he could tell them. That way, he’d be able to film and play games with them. It’d be awkward, though. Why?

Because they were a fan of his, and they didn’t know it was him.

He was surprised they hadn’t caught on yet. He had a big setup for games and streaming alike, even if he hid the camera and microphone when he was done with them. He never hid or changed his voice when streaming- and God, was it weird hearing it when his roommate played the videos. Hearing your own voice is always weird, and he’ll never get used to it.

Hachiro let out an exasperated sigh as the microphone swung away from its spot again. He ran a hand through his hair, accidentally knocking his glasses out of place. That’s what everything was tonight, huh? Out of place. He let out an airy laugh to himself, fixing the frames and adjusting his seat. Well, guess he’ll have to deal with it for now.

Opening the stream to his desktop, he started streaming away. As he gave his usual introduction, he failed to hear the front door opening.

~_*-*_~ Y/N ~_*-*_~ It felt like you had a million bricks hanging from your arms as you push through your house’s front door. You stumbled your way to the kitchen heaving the plastic bags up and onto the dining table. Now freed from the groceries, your arms felt a little like Jello, and you couldn’t help but sigh. Leaning your back against the countertop you just relaxed for a second, before fist-pumping the air. You’d gotten every bag in one go! Hell yeah!

You looked at the dozens of bags sitting on the table and your smile faded. Now comes the worst part- putting everything away. You groaned a complaint before starting to sort through the bags. This was going to take forever. It sucked, too, since your favorite YouTuber went live just when you got busy. Somehow, the universe always did that. Every single time you left the house, ding! He’d be live or upload a video or something. You really wished you could see the streams in person, but you’ve settled for watching the reuploads.

Putting your disappointment aside, you focused on actually paying attention to what you were doing.. Eggs, milk, yogurt, licorice. . licorice? Oh, right. Your roommate, Hachiro, loved those, didn’t he? Looking at the bag of candy, you couldn’t help but shiver in disgust. Honestly, how do people like licorice? The stuff was gross.

That didn’t stop you from putting it on a part of the counter for Hachiro to find. You sorted things into the pantry, cupboards, and fridge for a little while, plastic bags accumulating on the floor. Man, you could use some help with this. Your [E/C] eyes wandered over the bedroom hallway, catching on a specific door. It had cheap blood decals on it for decoration, as if someone just didn’t want to take the Halloween decorations down. He was home, wasn’t he?

With a skip in your step, you snatched the bag of licorice and waltzed on over to Hachiro’s door. If he said no, you could just bribe him with the treat. That usually worked- he’s a damn sucker for licorice. Pizza, too, but you didn’t feel like ordering one just to get him to help put away groceries. Anyway. You rapped your knuckles on the wooden door, waiting for an answer.

Muffled talking could be heard from the other side. Was he talking to someone? A small frown crossed your lips. No, surely he’d tell you if someone was coming over. Part of you really hoped it wasn’t some unknown love affair- that’d be awful. Why? You didn’t really know, actually. You just can’t picture the guy with anyone. He always gets so flustered around girls and stuff, and it always made you feel some sort of pang in your heart.

When he didn’t answer to you, you knocked again. This time, it was a little harsher and quicker in hopes he’d actually hear it. Nothing came. Was he ignoring you? Was something going on? A mix of frustration and concern both twisted in your gut.

Why wouldn’t you just go in, one might wonder? Because you’re you. And you have a way of life. A promise you made from childhood, and one that you’ve almost perfectly kept up. That promise was to never enter a bedroom without strict permission unless no one was inside. People teased you for it sometimes, but it never got to you. You didn’t even know why you made that promise- you didn’t even make it to any person, just yourself and whatever God is out there. It just bothered you for some reason.

But something on the other side of the door would change that today. That being, a loud scream. One that shook your core. It was immediately followed by a crash and a thud, accompanied by some more yelling. Oh God, what was happening? Was he in trouble? Danger? With wide eyes, you cast aside your promise, almost entirely forgotten now. You swiveled the doorknob and practically threw the door off its hinges.

“Hachiro! What’s going on? Are you okay?!” You called out the second you opened the door. What you saw was him and his chair toppled to the floor, the man giving a mix of pained groaning and laughter. That is, until you’d opened the door, in which he practically froze on the spot. He rushed to get to his feet and fixed his frames, clothes and hair a mess. A pair of headphones sat on the ground by the fallen chair, and he gave some nervous laughs.

“Everything’s fine, actually! Just fine. Uh, don’t, mind anything!” He tried to wave you off, his usual goofy smile on his face. Your brows rose and you still looked concerned, looking him over for any sign of harm.

“What happened?” You questioned, calming down after your little heart attack. Hachiro looked like he was at a loss for words, mouth gaping and closing like a fish. He set the chair upright and set the headphones back on his desk as he thought of an answer.

“Ahahahahahh. . ! Well, uh, you know. I was playing a horror game while you were out! Actually, heh, when did you get back. . ?” The guy ruffled his hair with a hand, and it was painfully clear he didn’t know how to lie. He never did, and lying really didn’t suit him well. You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning against the doorway.

“About ten or so minutes ago- I went grocery shopping and figured I’d ask you to help me put them away,” you explained.

“Oh, I thought you were going to work.”

You blinked a couple of times. “I don’t work on Thursdays, and you know that.” What’s gotten into him? You hummed as he gave a couple more laughs, before holding up the bag of licorice. You walked on over to him, offering the treats.

“I got this for you. Guess this is your consolation for the fall,” you joked. His eyes practically sparkled, attention snapping to the candy bag. Meanwhile, you simply turned your head. You knew he was a scaredy cat, but was he really that scared from a horror game? What you saw was a death screen to some kind of game, so you guessed that it may well have been that. Something else caught your eyes, though.

Some sort of chat was practically flying by in the upper corner of the screen. You quirked a brow again and, while Hachiro was busying himself with trying to open the licorice bag, you leaned toward the monitor. Was that. . was that a Twitch chat? He wasn’t watching a streamer play a game, he was playing it himself. Was he streaming? He was. And goddamn was the chat moving fast. Was he that big as a streamer?

A hand planted itself on your shoulder and lightly pulled you backward. Looking at Hachiro, he seemed almost as though his darkest secret was just revealed. An amused smile crawled on your face- that expression was priceless. He uttered a few incomprehensible words, trying to come up with an explanation, while you just lightly chuckled.

“Man, you didn’t have to keep this a secret. What, you’re some Twitch streamer? You don’t have to pretend like you’re hiding some war crime,” you commented, looking at the chat specifically. It was going the speed of light and you could hardly catch a message. You caught a short, brief message- something about asking who was in the room.

“Actually, yes- uh, it was supposed to be secret! Fffoor a reason. You weren’t supposed to find out like this. Or- ever, actually,” it seemed almost like he was trying to usher you away from the screen, but you were curious.

“Yeesh. I didn’t know you were popular! You’re such a shy shut-in. What, do you do ASMR?” Ah, yes, you were full of jokes. His stuttering and embarrassment was cute, in a way. You thought yourself a diamond in the rough comedian. Really, you should do stand-up sometime.

“[Y/N] please, it’s really not that much, they’re just- typing. . really fast.” A moment of silence followed, before the two of you laughed quietly. Even he knew that was a horrible lie. You slid into his chair and crossed your legs, looking up at him.

“Soooo, how long have you even been streaming for?” You asked, propping an elbow on the arm stand and resting your chin.

“An hour, almost.”

“I mean as a whole.”

“Oh. Uh, a few years?” You rose both your eyebrows. “Okay, eleven years. But, that’s if you count when I started YouTube videos first.”

You shook your head lightly. He’s kept this under wraps for eleven years? And you thought he was too nervous to keep a secret for even a day. You swirled the chair around to face the desk, grabbing the microphone and dragging it right to your face.

“Helloooo chat!” You greeted in a purposefully obnoxious voice, significantly louder than Hachiro’s typical tone. “What’s up everyone? Hmmmmmmm?” You watched the chat, but couldn’t get much of an answer. A donation came in swiftly after.

AberDamFam donated. “Who are you”

“Duhh, I’m [Y/N]. Damn, he hasn’t told any of you about me? I’m his roommate, and the best one at that.”

“You’re the only one I’ve ever had.”

“Still makes it count!” You had a cheeky tone to your voice, giggling a little. “What’s your handle, anyway?” You clicked around the stream interface to look for the username. Hachiro made a noise of complaint, trying to pull you out of the chair and away from the desk. Too bad he’s not really the most athletic- what a nerd.

You got to the username before he got you out of the chair, and for a second, you didn’t realize. You read the words, but didn’t understand them. Slowly, they all clicked into place. You blinked once, twice, and the room was dead silent for way longer than it ever had been before. A large breath filled your lungs before you let it out. A soft smile was on your face and your eyes closed. Hachiro was about to question you when you whirled around at frightening speeds.

“YOU’RE MOTHERFUCKING DANTHEHIGHWAYMAN?!” You yelled out with disbelief and excitement. Holy shit. Holy shit! You almost couldn’t believe it. Was he really? Unbelievable. Then again, it made some sort of sense.The voices matched up near perfectly when you thought about it.

Hachiro gave a long, exasperated sigh. He practically deflated on the spot like a balloon. His hands covered his face. “Yes. I am DanTheHighwayman,” he confirmed. You were losing your mind. He KNEW you watched his streams and videos, and he didn’t say anything. What the hell?! You stood up from the chair and almost burst with laughter. You reached over and carded your hand through his hair, shortly before ruffling it and making it messier than it already had been.

“I’m taking your licorice hostage for this,” you say, snatching the opened bag. He protested with a laugh, reaching to grab it right back. You, however, were taller. And boy oh boy did you use that to your advantage, holding it above his head. The two of you messed around and laughed a little, before Hachiro returned to his stream. You? You grabbed a chair and sat beside him, watching and helping entertain the chat. Unbeknownst to you, a certain chant occurred a few times- [Y/N]TheHighwayman, your official ship name. Let’s just say that Hachiro’s fans found him and you quite the entertaining pair.

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um so!

im also interest in similar media to Dreamer’s Dilemma! like Chateau Society and im suuuuper excited for the upcoming Midnight Sun. in light of that, im going to broaden my horizons! dont be surprised if CS or MS content floods my blog hehe!!

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"...𝙔𝙊𝙐'𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙉 𝙄𝘿𝙄𝙊𝙏 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙏𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎"| Ae-ra x Reader Oneshot

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A couple of small tinks filled the air as a spoon swirled inside a glass. The liquid inside was a vibrant orange as the spoon lifted out of it, resting atop a paper towel. You lifted the glass up and took a sip, eyes closing. Ah. . refreshing. Setting the glass back on the counter, you felt your shoulders dip down with relaxation. 

It’d been a week or so since the last two deaths. They had hit hard-- harder than you’d expected. The entire time afterward, you hardly left your room. It was hard to see everyone’s faces as they dealt with the aftermath when you could hardly handle it yourself. Today, however, was different. An odd energy tingled in your fingertips, and you felt antsy. Maybe you had just sat still for far too long.

So, here you were. When the new area opened up, you hadn’t expected a bar to come with it. A multitude of ingredients and mixes were situated in storage areas behind the counter, and many pre-made drinks lined the wall. A dim, purple and blue light gave the room a softer vibe. For a second or two, you could even fool yourself into thinking you were at some regular gig in your old life.

The silence didn’t last forever, though. The door shifted open, hinges creaking from disuse. Your [E/C] eyes trailed over, spotting a familiar face wheeling herself in. Her pink outfit looked toned down in the room’s lighting, fitting the atmosphere quite well. That was something you had a trained eye for- being in a bar for so long, you could always figure out what suits the air and what didn’t.

“Aye,” you greeted with a nod, small smile tugging at your lips. Ae-ra hummed as she wheeled closer to the bar. You leaned on the counter, propping yourself up with your elbows. “Anything I can get you?”

“.. Is there any soda there?” She questioned, looking around you to see if she could spy any herself.

“Ahhh. . I think! Let me take a looksie!” You walked along the counter to the mini-fridge, searching through it. Doing so, you missed the small eye-roll Ae-ra gave at the word ‘looksie.’

“Aha! Gotcha!” You cheered, hopping up with a can of cola in your hand. You lightly kicked the fridge door shut and bounded toward the stacks of glasses, grabbing one and flipping it in your free hand. Sliding it across the counter’s surface, you then grabbed some ice and plopped it in. Finally, you poured the fizzing drink of liquid sugar and pushed it toward Ae-ra.

“You didn’t have to put that much into it,” the content creator commented, but took the drink nonetheless. You treated yourself to your own, leaning against the back wall. “Soo~ how’ve you been?”

“Oh, perfect,” Ae-ra spat out. “Getting framed for a murder after half the people here decide I’m the worst person here for something that’s not even my fault really cheered me up.” Sarcasm laced her every word, bitter at the trial’s events. At the very least, she knew she hadn’t caused this one in the slightest.

A couple of nervous laughs bubbled out of you, and you cleared your throat. “Well, it’s over, at least. Hey- I’m by your side, still! We made a promise, and I plan on keeping it. You don’t seem the type to go off and kill someone, y’know? The others just want someone to push a blame to. I guess it just makes people feel safer, or something.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she seemingly brushed your reassurance off- although you knew better. You didn’t miss the almost-smile that she pushed away. A small silence prospered between the two of you as you each enjoyed your drinks. Some nice music would’ve put the whole scene together, if the bar had speakers. Maybe you could find a stereo or something somewhere in the bunker another time.

“How about you?” Ae-ra broke the silence. You blinked looking down to her. “Hm?”

“How are you doing?” She repeated, glancing back up to you. “You’re just... so chipper all of a sudden. For a whole week you were a mess, and now you’re oh-so happy and back to normal.”

Ah, she pointed it out, huh? Honestly, you were surprised she didn’t ask sooner. Your little agreement - promise, actually - to stay by each other didn’t just mean helping out in trials. Between all the catalysts, stimulants, and other people, you were each other’s solace. The one certainty that kept things from getting too out of control to handle. Neither of you wanted to wind up dead or betrayed, so you took each other’s backs.

“Well, I’m not... sure, actually,” you gave a sheepish chuckle. “I just... didn’t want to stay holed up anymore. I’m not over it, yet. Viola dying was hard- it still is, actually. But...” you paused, staring at your half-filled glass. “I can’t stay by you if I’m shut away, can I?” A lopsided smile shined on your face. It was on of your characteristic features- that goofy, heartfelt personality. The game hadn’t crushed you yet.

The content creator across from you heaved a small sigh that shook with a laugh at the end. “Whatever you say, [Y/N].” You laughed a little yourself. It was much needed, really. If the bunker got too heavy with depression, you would have no idea how to function. What you needed was a booming radio, loud chatter, and some guests to impress.

Well, there was one right in front of you, wasn’t there?

“Hehe~” You began grabbing an assortment of items- shakers and drinks, and another bottle of coke. Throwing some ice, the cola, and an assortment of other things into a shaker, you began shaka-shaking. You smiled just a bit more as Ae-ra watched, before tossing the shaker in the air. Nothing spilled out as you caught it, resuming the shaking. Once done, your poured it into a glass and swapped it with the old one.

“One new drink for the world’s best gaming e-girl!” You joked, flinging one of the shakers and accidentally hitting yourself in the head. With a yelped of pain, you glared at the metal cup as though it just insulted your entire bloodline, the fiasco resulting in a small laugh. Your glare shifted to Ae-ra, although in a more playful sense.

“... You’re an idiot sometimes, [Y/N].”

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I HAVE A QUESTION

would anyone be intrested in DD x reader oneshots?? ive been interested in making some but i dontknow if anyone would read them so..

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OKIE IM DOING IT!!!

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I HAVE A QUESTION

would anyone be intrested in DD x reader oneshots?? ive been interested in making some but i dontknow if anyone would read them so..

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no matter who you are, remember: you are better than every harry fan combined. you can rise. you can grow. they cannot. and so. you must live

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NEW DD EPISODE

WHAT THE FUCK

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…sick

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I'm sorry you don't do any ships with Kaori, I mean no harm by what I do (〃＞＿＜;〃)!

ur fine!!!! i just.. ive had a lot of toxic kaoris aroudn and they always made me make uncomfy ship edits so.. i can do kaori edits sometimes just not ships

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Dreamer’s Dilemma Ch1 Finale Spoilers

IM CRYING?? IM CYRING

KANNA NO MY BELOVED KANNA MYEBFHDHBJMD IM SCRYING CRYIGN SOBGBING WHY DI KANNA DIE FIRTS WHY LIKE THAT SHGHDGHGHFGHD AAAAAAA

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DREAMER’S DILEMMA CH1 FINALE!!!

AAAA IM IN THER MIDDLE OF WATCHING IM SO WHHAAAAAA OI DONT WANT ANYINE ELSE TO DIE ;-;-;-;

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GUUUUYYYYYSSSSS

OH MY GOS OH MY GOD OH MY HODA

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YYYUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII