he/it !! F/O is casper from adwd . i do take requests (both art and written) but this blog is, now, mostly for myself, so answers will be based off pure impulse. your asks will not be deleted, though! ill keep them until i feel an impulse to answer. minors dni because i want the option to write nsfw.
i do take requests but activity is inconsistent and i mostly write for myself. casper adwd is my wife #mywife so most of what i write will probably be about that now. thanks for stopping by ! :3
touch starved f/o who never initiates. they're always watching your hands when you're nearby, silently wondering if you'll touch them. they act like it's no big deal when you finally do, but the quiet sigh they let out betrays how much they need it.
touch starved f/o who wilts when you forget to give them a kiss in the morning, never one to ask, but the second you remember they're grinning giddily as you pepper their face with kisses.
touch starved f/o who gets bold when it's just the two of you, building up the courage to rest a hand on your hip, your arm, your thigh. it's never pushy, always gentle, just a quiet reminder that you're real beside them.
guh. might have to delete this blog. i can't work up the motivation to actually write for it and i feel bad cause there's. two asks in the askbox and i get the feeling they're just gonna rot .
maybe i should just. stop taking requests and write for myself until i feel a little more comfortable with it . hm
i think. i will keep the askbox open and if i feel an impulse to write for a request i will but otherwise will just. write for myself? feels like the smarter choice
guh. might have to delete this blog. i can't work up the motivation to actually write for it and i feel bad cause there's. two asks in the askbox and i get the feeling they're just gonna rot .
maybe i should just. stop taking requests and write for myself until i feel a little more comfortable with it . hm
i think. i will keep the askbox open and if i feel an impulse to write for a request i will but otherwise will just. write for myself? feels like the smarter choice
guh. might have to delete this blog. i can't work up the motivation to actually write for it and i feel bad cause there's. two asks in the askbox and i get the feeling they're just gonna rot .
maybe i should just. stop taking requests and write for myself until i feel a little more comfortable with it . hm
i PROMISE im not dead. just been in a bit of a depression, a little swamped by schoolwork, and just. moving along with what i could so far. things are looking up though, and i should be ready to return!!
another update is we have discovered we're a system, and will be using the appropriate terminology for ourselves! which will affect our interactions with people, but not our writing.
we'll probably do a warmup fic later, and then get to the request thats been rotting in our askbox for i-dont-care-to-count-how-long
thats all for now!! those who stayed, thank you for your patience, and we're happy to be back! :D
anything jongler/reader would be lovely if you feel up to it... :]
finally got to this!!! i didnt check the word count, but it was fun to write. no pronouns for the reader- zero descriptions, and no name. open ended, with a heavily implied confession (both to the mike identity and to a crush). also included my hcs for them!!
fic under the cut
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An overexcited day in the studio has you slinking backstage, body aching with exhaustion. You need a nap, bad.
...Looks like Mike has the same idea. You find them resting backstage, hat gripped in their lap. Their whole body looks heavy with exhaustion, and tense all at once.
You crouch down infront of them, curious- You'd never seen them up close before. At least, not this version. Theyre so busy... And whenever youre in the same room, they practically dart out! Part of you wonders if you've upset them, but you've never even really spoken before.
Until now.
"Hey, you... You good, there?"
They nod, but don't say anything...
After a short moment, they stiffly lift their arm up, offering a thumbs up.
Weird... You know this version of them talks! You've heard their voice before. Couldn't forget it if you wanted to. Deep, and silky smooth, and...
You shake your head- That's not important right now! Chill out, you!
Instead, you sit next to them, quietly. And you start talking.
Not about anything specific- really, you're just rambling. But you keep your voice as soft as you can manage, and... After a few minutes, they seem to relax. They stand up, helping you up with them.
"Danks f' dat, stranger. Good talk we had dere! I... Yeahs, t'was nice talkin' to ya. Or, h- hearin' ya-"
They look behind them for a moment.
"...Well, I should get goin'. See ya 'round?"
You nod, waving them off.
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During lunch break, a friendly zapper stops by your table to chat.
Their uniform isnt very... uniform. They wear a cowboy hat, and oven mitts, holding themself up with a cane. Along with a cozy-looking jean-skirt.
"Hey, yous! Uh, do ya... Mind if Is sit here fer lunch t'day? Ya jus'. Seem good comp'ny, y'know?"
They immediately sit down when you nod, looking a little flushed.
"I- I'm glad. Real good ta meet someone new... Ah, whats yer name? I'm Jongler."
You tell them your name, smiling, before you get back to eating. They nod.
"Good name, dere. I like it."
"Y- ya know! Dat Mike fella- the taller one?"
Tilt your head at them. What are they bringing this up for..?
"Well, uh. Ya ever notice dem lookin' at ya? Or- or, gettin' real nervous around ya? Well, I uh... I just think they might like yous! Maybe you should talk to dem, one'a dese days."
You laugh- yeah, right. Mikes always so busy... He tones it done in his cat form, but when he's small or when they're taller? Nope! Nothing but business. They've probably never even glanced your way once. And you tell the zapper that.
"Well, I... Ya know, I think ya might be wrong dere! Just... Obviously ya don't hafta! But, if you go up ta dem, dey might surprise ya!"
You... hesitantly agree. You don't see how that could be true, but if a total stranger's saying it, talking to them might be worth the trouble?
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Next time you see the taller Mike, you go up the them to chat and... They take it pretty well! Hell, they seem eager. Their voice picks up, and they're bouncing with energy, rocking their cane.
They tell you they have a secret, and want to meet up in private, so you go with them.
They end up leading you to the Mike Room, closing the door behind you both.
Wringing their hands, they look to you-
"So, do... yous remember dat zapper ya talked to durin' ya lunch break? Da one that told you ta come ta me...?"
