#sorry if this isn’t funny i’m sleep deprived

[kusakabesimp]

Source: kusakabesimp (insp by a TT soundbyte)

[ad0rechuu]

THE WORM DILEMMA. ━━ OBEY ME, part 2

prompts / plot. ━━━━━ would they still love you if you were a worm

*𖤐₊ ━━━━━ gn! reader x purgatory hall + thirteen & mephistopheles , two shot smau : crack / fluff , staring: mc, simeon, luke, solomon, raphael, thirteen & mephisto + also mentions of mammon & belphie , rating: pg-13 , tw: mentions of swearing and mammon & belphie being instigators , notes: just solomon as a person deserves its own warning !

masterlist | part one

notes. …and here is part two, i hope you enjoyed these and i’m sorry if it isn’t funny i’m sleep deprived and mentally ill! luv u pookies <33 pls interact !

taglist. send me an ask to be added to the general obey me or kpop taglist (or both ofc)

[sharp-silver4795]

Hello!! So I’m pretty sure you haven’t answered a question like this,, (I haven’t read that much of thine content .I’m sorry😔) so I’m just gonna ask

The goggle boys (Cody & Toby)(& yes I’d rather pull my own hair out than type ‘bois’ just seeing the word fills me with a kind of rage ) have more in common than their name; they both have incredibly, vastly different to each individual person, although it is much more common to see for Toby..😅

So uhh could you share with us their personalities in your au/headcanon please

🙏

Toby + Cody Personality HCs

Omg! Ofc! I haven’t gotten a lot of asks, and I don’t have many actual posts- most of them are reblogs XD

And uhhh sorry to break this to you, but I say “boi(s)” all the time 😅

I don’t think I need any warnings here-

Sorry if this isn’t great lol I suck at personalities

Cody

A cocky little shit, but not in a completely bad way-

He more just likes to humble people.

He’s a field proxy and tends to go out in more missions than the high proxy himself (Toby).

He has enough experience to make people look stupid, and he loves doing it just to have those embarrassing and awkward moments (for them).

If you’re on his good side, he’s a big goof.

His sense of humor doesn’t make any sense and that’s why it’s funny

He isn’t too short-fused, but if you push him too much get ready for the biggest verbal beat down of your life.

He’s really smart, ofc.

He is good at manipulating people. Whether he uses it for good or evil is up to him. He really doesn’t do it often tbh

He got the name X Virus from the first concoction he made that he called “Virus X.” It would late be called “the changing death” due to how it changes based on how people react to it and how it is administered.

He thinks he’s slick, but he never is- he’s clumsy as hell.

He’s really easy to get along with, but not in a boring way.

He’s an ok listener… he’s a little scatterbrained at times, but if you catch him on a good day or really drill to him that it’s serious he will give you his undivided attention.

Bud is a gentleman. Whether the other person is a man, woman, or anything in between he drinks all the respect juice.

Despite his charm and humor, he is socially awkward. He can’t talk to new people without making himself look like a whole entire fool.

Man likes to try to be an edge lord but will cry if he actually offends you

He is secretly a sweet summer child…

Toby

He is the happy medium between knowing what he’s capable of and humble at the same time.

Toby is surprisingly serious. His humor is either really fucking hilarious or just dry as hell.

He just isn’t good at making jokes verbally.

But he is good at making jokes when it requires action.

For example, he was practicing accuracy and precision with Kat (Kat uses a gun and he uses an axe- duh). Kat got full bullseye. Toby’s response was to hit the tip of the axe blade in the exact place that the bullet hit. He then comically bowed to him.

It was a good laugh for everyone. No one’s feelings were hurt.

He can’t read the room very well, so he has friends do it for him (namely Jeff and Clockwork) and explain it in simple words.

Before I say anything else, I do this IRL with my friends bc I can’t read the room. I don’t see this as calling Toby stupid or infantilizing him at all. This is something that I feel he would do just cuz… head cannons 🤷

Ok, back to head cannons-

He is chronically sleep deprived.

He’s a great listener. If you need to vent, he’s the perfect person to go to. (This is the main reason him and Cody are so close)

He takes shit from no one

While he’s on the job, he seems very cold and rude at times, but he just takes his job kinda seriously.

He is the kind of person that starts something, leaves it on the desk or smthn, and never comes back to finish it and then randomly in the day with just be like: “OH SHIT-”

Sorry if it’s not great, when ppl ask me for personality shit I’m always confused as to what to fucking say. Anyway-

Hope this was ok!!! Have a good day/night/whatever the fuck it is for you! 💜

[berylcups]

Yandere Files: Prosciutto X Timid Reader

CW: age gap, verbal abuse, self harm, body dysmorphia, Codependency, pregnancy attempt, controlling behavior

Note: Beryl here! I tried to do more of a manipulative yandere post. I hope it turns out well! I don’t feel as confident as I do with my previous posts but I can always make better new posts in the future so I shouldn’t deprive my lovelies of what I do have! Hope you get some enjoyment out of it!

MINORS DNI

Y/N is another addition to the group of assassins, but Y/N doesn’t exude any sense of self worth or strength. They’re meek and nervous most of the time and have trouble making their own decisions. Y/N wasn't brought on for the extra muscle, but for their element of surprise. The fact they were so unassuming made them perfect to lay traps with their stand. Y/N is doing well job wise, but socially and self esteem wise- they’re struggling. So luckily or unluckily depending on how you view it, they’re under Prosciuttos “guidance”.

“Stand up straight!”

“Speak up! Be assertive!”

“Stop crying! It makes you look weak!”

“Don’t just stand there! Do something! Think on your feet!”

“Don’t let him talk to you that way! Tell him off!”

“Don’t be so indecisive! Make a decision and stick to it!”

All these orders being barked at Y/N is making their adrenaline go through the roof. It’s already been such a looooooong night. Can’t we stop already? How does Pesci handle this man??? Y/N doesn’t know whether to pass out or cry from exhaustion!

Y/N sat in the passenger seat of Prosciutto’s car. They had a 4 hour drive back to their base. As expected, Y/N gave a less than stellar performance.

“What was with that ridiculous display back there?! You could have been killed if you didn’t act sooner! You’re lucky I was there to save your ass at the last minute or else we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now!” Prosciutto scolded while watching for the light to turn green.

“I’m sorry… I got scared. I’ll try better next time.” Is all you can do to respond to the heated blonde.

“Sigh… we have so much to work on it isn’t even funny. I don’t even know where to start Y/N. We’ll discuss more about this later when we’re back home.” He said bitterly.

“Ok…” that’s all you could say. You could feel the tears threatening to roll down your face. Thank god it was night time so he couldn’t see them. You leaned your head to the side and closed your eyes and drifted off into a light dreamless sleep.

He felt bad for yelling at you but he wanted to keep you safe. How are you supposed to stay safe if you’re frozen in fear, not able to use your stand at the most crucial time? Prosciutto was the god of tough love. Every cruel thing he said or did was for the benefit of the receiver.

He knew he had to change plans when he saw the sleeve of your shirt rise in your sleep to reveal some fresh cuts and old scars. Seeing that was like a blow below the belt to him. He gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white and his palms were starting to go numb. He knew your self esteem was struggling, but not to this extent. He wanted to yank your arm and demand what the meaning of this was but that would just add fuel to the fire.

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Prosciuttos' yandere tendencies show up when stops trying to “fix” you and then goes on to trying to protect you. And He felt a strong urge to protect you. He always requested that you come with him on missions. Not only your stand was compatible with his, but could also keep you safe from the aging effect.

He wanted to make sure you knew how to protect yourself even when you ran out of energy to use your stand. He takes you to a shooting range and stands behind you helping you get yourself in a proper shooting stance, with such close contact with him you could smell his expensive cologne and feel his warm breath on your neck. It gives you goosebumps. He notices this but pretends not to and continues to instruct you. It’s hard to focus when the floral smell of your hair invades his nose.

If anyone tries to bother or make fun of you he puts a stop to it immediately. Whoever dares to ridicule you will face his wrath. And maybe even be threatened with Grateful Dead ☠️

“You feel like a big man picking on poor Y/N?! Grow up and get your shit together! That’s no way for a mafioso to act! If I catch you bothering them again I will bring out the Grateful Dead and age you till you're nothing!”

If your self esteem is at an all time low he’s gonna give you a pep talk. He’s gonna gently press his forehead against yours and look into your eyes and tell you how valuable you are. If you’re crying he’s going to take his thumb and wipe away the tears.

“Y/N Y/N Y/N no- that is untrue. You are very beautiful/handsome. Don’t let what the media dictate how you look or feel. There’s nothing wrong with having extra weight. All sizes are beautiful. You are so much better looking than you realize. We need to help you find your self confidence. With that you are unstoppable. Trust me on this. Ok?”

Being around him all the time and being told what to do all the time, you’re always looking for his approval. He was becoming aware that this relationship was becoming codependent on your side. But that’s okay- because Prosciutto knows best. You’re good at listening to him.. He knew he was being manipulative but he wants what he wants and that’s you.

His obsession starts to worsen later on. He doesn’t want you doing a damn thing. No going to the store by yourself- what if someone tries to rob you? No driving by yourself- what if you get into an accident? No missions with the others- they don’t know what they’re doing. Better yet let’s get you off missions entirely and have you work as research only! He’s going to control everything. He knows exactly how to manipulate you into the perfect partner.

He wants you to move in with him. You’re hesitant on it and ask to think on it for a bit. He’s going to make sure you feel anxious and uncomfortable by yourself by causing bad things to happen near your home. Dead bodies being found by your apartment complex, a break-in with your apartment fully ransacked, and hearing constant fights and gunfire. He successfully scares you into his arms and into his home.

He makes all decisions for you. What time you wake up , what time you go to bed, what you wash your hair with, what you brush your teeth with, and how much exercise you get. What are you??? Some kind of pet?! He means well, he just wants to make sure you stay healthy!

He gives you some freedom- the brands of makeup and beauty products you wanna use, the style of clothes you want to wear (as long as it’s not super casual ex-baggy t shirt and jeans),the food you eat- as long as it has good nutritional value. He’ll let you have your sweets and snacks but he limits those. He doesn’t want you to spoil your appetite or get an upset stomach! He wants to make sure you have time for your hobbies, just don’t make a mess and clean up after yourself. Those are his only rules.

He gets so sexually excited thinking about the age gap between the 2 of you. Being 7 to 10 years older than you makes it feel so erotic to him. It’s at the sweet spot of age where it’s not too old to be vile but old enough to feel just a little sinful. He masturbates in the shower just panting your name like a prayer. He wants you so bad but he’s holding himself back as hard as he can.

He insists…on bathing with you. There’s clearly nothing wrong about it. He just wants to make sure your hair is nice and clean and your back is fully scrubbed up. You can take care of the front of course you’re not unable to do so. But sometimes you feel something hard press against your ass when he’s scrubbing your hair but you don’t mention anything about it. Maybe the warmth of the water made him stiff. He means nothing by it, he’s not a sleazy type of guy!

When he catches you masturbating he’s going to be offended at first. Why didn’t you ask him??? It’s his job to help you with those desires!

“What’s the meaning of this? You’re touching yourself and you didn’t ask your fiancé for help???”

He's going to expect some help since you decided to play without him. He’ll expect a nice tit job or oral depending on your anatomy/capabilities in return.

He has a steady sex drive and he expects sex at least twice a day. Once before bed and once either in the morning or in the shower.

He’s brutal when it comes to sex. On all fours face down, ass up. He has a firm grip on your hips that’s going to leave bruises. He’s got a firm grip on your hair to bring you back up so he can lean down and kiss and bite your neck. He makes sure to cum inside you every time. He likes watching it ooze out of your abused hole. If you’re capable of getting pregnant he likes the idea of starting a family with you too.

Afterwards he’s going to hold you close with your back up against his chest. He’s going to pillow talk you and praise you for doing so well.

“ You’re such a good AFAB Y/N. You always listen to me. You are amazing. You always take me so well without any complaints. I should take you out to your favorite clothing store tomorrow as a reward.”

[cuddlepilefics]

Anxious stomach

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jisung

Caregivers: Chan & Hyunjin

Prompt: @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Jisung was schedule to appear in a game show, which in and of itself wasn’t that much out of the ordinary. However, he hadn’t really done that without any of the other members present. This show would be a pretty big deal too with high viewing figures and a live audience present. Although Jisung was a little excited to make an appearance there, he was at least as nervous if not more because he wouldn’t be there alongside his members. The shoot was scheduled for the following day but Jisung already couldn’t focus on anything. He sat in Chan’s studio supposed to write songs but he just couldn’t come up with anything. His thoughts circling around the upcoming schedule only, making his stomach flutter just thinking about it. Chan and Changbin had caught on a while ago but didn’t mention it though the sound of Jisung tapping his foot was truly irritating the longer it went on. 

“Ji”, Changbin called, “Breathe.” He had called his dongsaeng’s name a couple of times, wanting to discuss a verse he had written but got no reaction. When he turned, he found the younger staring at a spot on the wall, face blank. Snapping out of his stupor, Jisung drew a shaky breath and looked up at his hyungs. Chan gently took his hand, noting how clammy it was, and hummed: “Do you need to take a breather?” The younger shook his head. “S-Sorry, I just can’t stop thinking about this show”, Jisung stammered, his leg bouncing faster now. “Yeah, we can tell”, Changbin said softly, “And that’s alright but if you need to step out, take a little break or something, we can do that.” Since it didn’t seem like their dongsaeng was going to make a decision anytime soon, Chan figured the best they could do was to distract him from his worries, so they kept talking to him a lot more, actively asking him for ideas, so he’d be forced to think about the song they were working on.

Not wanting his dongsaeng to have to attend such an important schedule while sleep-deprived, Chan made sure they went back to the dorm a bit earlier than usual. It was no guaranty that Jisung would get enough sleep, as he would most likely lie awake stressing about everything that could go wrong or ways he could embarrass himself in front of the camera but that a different problem. While Changbin went to the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed, Chan sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to him. Plopping down next to the leader, Jisung pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. “Do you want to talk about it?”, the older offered but Jisung shook his head. Picking at his nails, the rapper mumbled: “I’m just- I don’t know if I can do that. I’ve never- I’ve never done that with any of you guys there with me and I can’t stop- I can’t stop thinking about it and now- now my tummy feels funny too and-“ – “Sung, hey. Take a breath in between, yeah?”, Chan reminded softly. Nodding, Jisung drew a breath and shuddered: “Gosh, I feel like I need to be sick.” – “Right now?”, the older asked worriedly. Sure, the rapper looked pale but it had been a while since he had last worked himself up to the point of being physically sick. Shaking his head, Jisung buried his face in his hands and attempted his breathing exercises. “Not right now but my stomach isn’t happy at all”, he muttered, trying to slow his racing heart.

Once Changbin was done in the bathroom, Chan sent Jisung off to get ready for bed before the Aussie himself headed to the kitchen to make some tea. He hoped a warm cup of chamomile tea would ease his dongsaeng’s nerves enough for him to fall asleep. Chan had just dropped a teabag into the other’s favorite cup and filled it up with boiling water when he heard the boy cough. Wincing in sympathy, the leader sighed to himself. Jisung had probably started to hyperventilate again, choking on air. Chan quietly made his way to the bathroom as the younger’s cough sounded more strained. Finding his dongsaeng curled around the toilet bowl, he felt his hart break and crouched next to him. The leader gently ran his hand up and down Jisung’s smile and whispered: “You’re okay, Sung. Can you take a deep breath for me?” With trembling fingers the younger reached for his hand and clutched it tightly as he hiccupped, pitching forward with a retch. He just couldn’t seem to get a full breath in before his stomach would seize up.

“That’s it, get it all out if that’s what it takes for your stomach to calm down”, Chan hummed, patting Jisung’s back as the rapper choked up his dinner. The back of his shirt was already completely sweat-through, clinging to his skin. Slipping his hand under his shirt, Jisung could feel his stomach twist and turn under his palm. The repeated gags made his throat ached and there was a pulsing behind his temples from the strain. He was glad that Chan was with him. His vision had already started to get fuzzy around the edges and he was pretty sure he was about to pass out but his hyung was there, a steady rock in a stormy sea. Chan stayed with him as his throat contracted with useless gags, reminding: “Deep breaths, hm? It looks like your empty, so let’s try to breathe together, yeah?” The Aussie demonstrated one of the breathing exercises he knew his dongsaeng used to calm himself down. Jisung tried to mirror him and they breathed together for almost ten minutes, during which Chan flushed the toilet and pulled the boy into his arms. When he finally trusted the younger not to pass out, the leader helped him to his feet and handed him some mouthwash. “S-sorry”, Jisung mumbled, wiping his lips. Shaking his head, Chan denied: “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I made some tea, so if you feel ready to go to bed now, I’ll get it for you.” – “Thank you, hyung”, the rapper breathed, “For the tea and for being there.”

The tea had helped some and Jisung had been able to get at least a few hours of sleep before his alarm went off. Dread washed over him when he realized what his schedule for the day would be like. He was in a daze as he dressed and got himself ready to head out. Spending the car ride in a daze, Jisung let himself be whisked away to get his hair and makeup done. He felt shaky and faint as he leant into his seat, trying to breathe steadily. Not wanting to get scolded for picking at his nails, the rapper dug them into the armrests of his chair. His stomach cramped, making him wince. Jisung snuck his hand under his shirts and lightly ran his palm over his sore middle.

Jisung paced the dressing room, waiting to be called to go on stage. It had already taken longer than he had anticipated, which gave him all the more time to overthink. Delays weren’t really common when there were live audiences present, so he wasn’t really sure what was happening and why he had to wait. His pacing was eventually interrupted when a staff member came to inform him about a technical issue, which would need to be fixed before they could start. Jisung’s chest grew tight. The audience would surely be far more critical if they were left waiting beforehand. With shaky hands, the rapper unlocked his phone and texted their group chat. He just needed to talk to one of the members for a while, so he wouldn’t go insane while waiting.

What Jisung hadn’t expected was for a security guard to poke his head into the dressing room asking a manager if someone could come in. The rapper didn’t understand the hushed conversation, his eyes widening in surprise when the door opened further. “Hey”, Hyunjin smiled as he pulled his dongsaeng into a hug, “I have a photoshoot only a few buildings down the street and they need to make some adjustments to the set, so I asked if I could visit you while I have to wait.” Jisung nodded, taking everything in as tears welled up in his eyes. He wasn’t alone anymore. “Aigoo, don’t cry”, the dancer shushed, “Your makeup looks too pretty for that. Are you feeling okay? You didn’t throw up again, did you?” – “I- How’d you-“, the younger stammered, clinging to Hyunjin’s shoulders. Guiding the boy to sit down on a couch, the older whispered: “Heard you last night but I knew Chan was with you, so I figured I better give you some space.” Jisung hummed in acknowledgement, sniffling: “Didn’t throw up again but my tummy really hurts.” – “It’s okay”, Hyunjin smiled as he took a seat on the couch. He pulled his dongsaeng to lie across his lap and offered: “Do you want me to rub your tummy till either of us has to get back to work?”

The dancer’s tummy rubs helped a great deal, distracting him from his nerves. Jisung was lucky enough to be the first one being called up to work, so he wouldn’t have to wait on his own again. He hadn’t expected for the show to go over so smoothly after their initial difficulties but by the end of it, he had actually enjoyed himself despite his stomach still feeling weird. The shoot had almost taken the entire day, so when Jisung made it back to his dorm, he was winded. As he opened the door, all the members were there, cheering for him because they knew how anxious he had been before. “See, you got it over with and I bet you did just fine”, Chan praised as he pulled the younger into a hug, “I’m really proud of you, Sungie. You know that, right?” Rendered speechless by the surprise, Jisung could only nod against his hyung’s shoulder before the other members took turns hugging and congratulating him.

“How do you feel now?”, Hyunjin asked softly as he ruffled his friend’s hair. Smiling, Jisung shrugged: “Relieved, surprised that I actually enjoyed it, I don’t know. My tummy’s still weird but different.” – “I bet you haven’t eaten all day”, Changbin chuckled, “Come on, Minho-hyung made dinner and I bet after a hearty meal your stomach feel much better. We can also watch a movie afterwards.” It was a lighthearted evening after that and Changbin was right, the remaining weird feeling in Jisung’s stomach had been hunger, which was soon quelled when Minho served them dinner.

[stardust-sunset]

rant under the cut (about wendy and kyle and their fanon portrayals)

why don’t people portray wendy as smart

wendy is EVERY BIT just as smart as Kyle is and yet kyle is always the one in fanfic who gets into fucking yale or some ivy league school while wendy is jacking it off in san diego or some shit, like i’m not saying wendy is a female kyle. i’m just saying that wendy is every bit as smart as kyle is and should be portrayed as such in fanfics

and i don’t understand wendy haters who just call her a bitch like how is she a bitch? is she a bitch for having strong opinions? again, i guess kyle would be a bitch then too? like wendy is CANONICALLY CLASS PRESIDENT and in every fucking fic she is portrayed as some bratty spoiled snob who just mentally berates stan or is being a fucking piece of shit to everyone around her like she is not a bitch. she is smart and she has strong opinions! like i literally don’t get wendy haters who say ‘oh wendy is a bitch, wendy is opinionated’ and then like praise kyle and put him on a pedestal.

and just to clarify i am not a kyle hater, kyle is my favorite character (one of them anyway). but wendy and kyle literally are both smart and are both people who have strong opinions, just one is a boy and one is a girl. so why when a girl has an opinion is she a bitch? why when a girl is canonically smart she has to be portrayed as dumb in fanfic? like sure maybe she wasn’t the best for stan, but to be fair he wasn’t the best for her! like the justification of her ‘being a bitch to stan!’ or ‘being too opinionated’ is so fucking funny to me.

And another thing, why is kyle always portrayed as the stressed out workaholic ‘school is life’ kid? like…okay, i’m guilty of this. (not the school is life part but the kinda workaholic part) i do have my own headcanons that he is really busy in high school, but with sports and clubs. He doesn’t just do school. like…this is the way I portray him. (school wise)

he does basketball, maybe swims. He might work on weekends because his parents want him to have a good footing in the workplace to prepare him for college. He does tutoring and tries to help people out and he does take school somewhat seriously. he’s just kinda book smart. he doesn’t study all the time. he may forget a meal every once in a while because he gets busy and loses track of time but he’s not actively starving himself or depriving himself of sleep. he really only studies for big tests and tries hard on projects but he doesn’t dedicate his life to school. (I don’t know if that really justifies my headcanoning and i’m sorry if it comes off as offensive or promotes bad jewish stereotypes if it does i’ll fix it, i swear)

but like…wouldn’t wendy be the same way? wendy is very dedicated to school and stuff, she works her tail off as well and gets the short end of the stick on almost every fanon scenario. She’s portrayed as a bitch, and in fanfics with OCs she is the stereotypical mean girl bully who ‘stops Y/N from getting with whoever the fuck she’s pining after’ and it’s so fucking annoying. She would not be a mean girl, if anything she would be one of the most welcoming people in school. And in high school fics when her and Bebe are portrayed as people who bully freshmen and stuff like maybe Bebe would a little bit but Wendy would not. if anything Wendy would stand up for them.

bottom line is don’t strip wendy of her intelligence. don’t strip wendy of her strong willed personality and dress her up as some mean girl bully. she isn’t any of that. and if kyle can be a smart, morally inept person then so can wendy. there’s no reason she can’t be.

[o0o0thorn0o0o]

I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I

Did I mention I love him? Haha, but yeah, I adore Hinata. He’s just so babyyyyyy. And every once in a blue moon, I get in this random mood just obsessing over him… which doesn’t last long because there’s, like, no new content, ackkk. I’m just looking at the same stuff over and over again ;~;

So… why not make some? I do get into bouts where I really do want to draw him but not anything substantial since I have other planned artworks. So I decided to draw the bab on his birthday… last year… but those two super late IH posts took up my time… But, yeah, can do that now, finally! (It’s still the 23rd somewhere in the world… Like, Hawaii, at least, I think. Though, I’m still very much cutting it close ^^;;)

You’ll see him pop up every now and again on this blog, but also, there’s another reason I really wanted to post about him, too. See, I made this OC back in middle school who is still very much an active one rn—it’s just, middle school me was shameless and she based him heavily on Hinata, eheh. And I wouldn’t wanna post about my OC without posting about Hinata first. 

I’ll get around to posting about that OC plus his cast sometime in the future, but yeah, it’ll be pretty obvious which one I’m talking about when I do (plus, there’s another OC who is also heavily based on another character—shameless, like I said, eheh—but that one should be pretty obvious, too… Ig the whole main trio kinda has obvious-ish basis, but the third one isn’t as obvious (unless you know who the first OC is based off of, Ig) and he’s more superficially based off another character compared to the other two. That said, they’ve all developed very much into their own characters, mm hmm. It’d be… unfortunate if they didn’t, considering they’ve been in the works since middle school…

Anywho, one last OC-related tidbit! So, while I had based the OCs off of canon characters’ appearances, personalities, and interests, things like birthdays were just based off of the vibes my characters gave me. Which is super funny, ‘cause I never looked up Hinata’s birthday until last year to know when to draw him, and wouldn’t you know it? My OC’s birthday just happens to be a day before his, pffft. I just thought my OC gave off peak summer vibes, so July was the obvious month. And he also seemed like he’d fit an identical double digit birth day, and he’s definitely more of an even than an odd. So… yeah, what a coincidence p, eheh. Ig it’s a really fitting birthday for this kinda character, eh?

Back to Hinata, though. I have very mixed opinions about maid-sama as a whole (I… rant about it every so often…), and I never thought about reading the manga… but I got desperate for Hinata content, so… yeah, I read the whole thing just for him. It was… painful at times… But it was worth it for him… I’ve got so many screenshots, eheh. That said, I don’t plan on ever revisiting it (if I want to revisit anything, it’d probably be the anime, and then, only certain episodes y’know, the ones featuring Hinata, cough, cough), but if I do, it’s to take every single screenshot of Hinata just so I never touch it again, haha. 

It’s so funny, though: Hinata’s not even one of my top five favorite guys (definitely top ten, though, but top five’s positions are set, while the rest of the five flip-flop), but I treat him a lot better than my favorite guys, pffttt. But… like… he’s so precioussssss…

Ahhhhhh, I wish there was more content for himmmm, ahhhhh…!

Anyway, I’m very much sleep-deprived rn, hence you get… all this… I’m too tired to be embarrassed at the moment; sorry, future me.

[fizzyginfizz]

Freeze

@hinnymicrofic - prompt 2

“Seven-minute warning,” Ginny sat in bed, eyes glued to the nanny cam. “Albus still down,” Harry whispered, giving one last nudge to the rocking bassinet. “REM cycle, twenty minutes.” “Wonderful,” Ginny muttered. “Give James another two minutes, tops.” “How’s the wide-eye potion?” “Wearing off, not going to lie.” Corked in-case-of-emergency flasks whizzed into the room. “Hour dose?” "Genius." Ginny’s eyes still fixed to the monitor, she clinked her flask against his. “Bottom's up." Another clink, two empty flasks. "Albus still asleep." “I swear James can tell time. Albus down ten, and he always- oh!”

Ginny yanked Harry close, twisting on the bed. “There he goes! He’s on the move!” Harry, his hair in all directions, scrambled to peer over Ginny’s shoulder at the cam. “This is my favorite part. Look, one eye opens, toward the door.” “Wait for it, imaginary noise….” The toddler on the monitor peeked through the cot rails. Just as quick, he lay back down, eyes squeezed shut. “Ha,” Harry pointed. “That’s the fake-out.” “He always makes his eyes too tight. Rookie mistake, baby boy.” “Annnnnnnd… here it comes.” The toddler lifted his head again. Coast clear, he sat up, wrapping little fists around the rails. Two tries for James to pull himself to his feet, lift his bare foot, and wrap it over the top. With a giggle, Ginny leaped out of bed. “Quick! Before he gets all the way over!” Harry chased after her, their footsteps muffled by the carpet as they raced down the hall. Ginny braced her arm in front of James’ door, “Wait for it,” she hissed. “Are you sure this isn’t going to inflict lifelong psychological damage?” Harry hissed back. “This is the third time this week.” “Please,” Ginny rolled her eyes. “Fred and George did this to me for months before I finally got a toddler bed. I turned out just fine.”

Harry blinked at her. “Don’t give me that look. Other than that one year I was so emotionally stunted I spilled every innermost secret to a diary who tried to suck out my soul, I turned out just fine.” He was so exhausted, so was she, he laughed as his head fell onto her shoulder. “I’m sorry, it’s not funny.” Ginny twisted to grin at him. Unable to resist the impulse, he wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her because even though it wasn’t funny, and even though it had been months since either one of them had a decent night’s sleep, she still managed to be the sexiest damned thing he had ever seen. “That’s never been funny,” he murmured. “And yet,” she chuckled against his lips, “you always laugh.” “Sleep deprivation,” he nuzzled into her neck, her flowery scent still somehow overpowering the powder and burp smells on her pajamas. “How? How do you still smell so good?” “Stop, you have to stop,” Ginny whispered, laughing. “We are parents on a mission. And what you’re doing causes more babies, and we can’t have more babies right now.” “Right,” Harry gave her ear one last nip and grinned at her. “We’ll never sleep again.” “Three,” Ginny counted carefully, her eyes twinkling with either mirth, or the giddy mania of too many wide-eye potions. “Two…” “I set the cushioning charms when we tucked him in, do not hold back.” Ginny snorted. “One!’ Ginny and Harry shoved open the door and leaped into the room. “FREEZE!” James Sirius Potter was balanced halfway out of his cot. One foot on the outside, one in the air, his little mouth dropped open in the classic toddler, “uh-oh” face. He froze. Ginny and Harry froze. One. Two. Three. James Sirius’ unashamed toddler giggle was full bellied, eight teeth on display.

[locklyle1kanij]

k another fic idea this one was just funny to me so after Lucy (before the creeping shadow starts) she goes out for drinks and she gets slightly drunk and on the way home she passes by an alleyway where there a brown hair tabby kitten looking up at her. She decides to bring it home and she had the great idea of naming it Locky in her drunken stupor but even after that fateful night she kept the kitten and the name Locky kinda sticks. Okay so time skip when Lockwood comes over to try to get Lucy back to Lockwood and Co but when he opens the door Locky (the kitten) try’s to run out of the apartment (her apartment isn’t supposed to have pets) and Lucy calls out to Locky for him to come back thankfully Lockwood catches him (the kitten) and now Lucy has to explain why she has a cat named Locky to Lockwood.(this is so random but i love it!)

(sorry if i did a bad job explaining this, i’m extremely sleep deprived.)

[urgonnagofar]

9/2 now i’m over the worst of it

hiiii everyone <3 (like two people) i hope you’re doing well. i got really fucking busy since i last journaled. but i really am doing better i made it to september fr. like i was seriously torn up about leaving my home and all of my friends. and especially my dog i miss her so bad it’s not even funny. but now that i’m here i’m not sure i’ve even cried once since i got dropped off. my duolingo streak did die and i almost cried over that. but i didn’t ! mostly just bc i was on a public bus. i also almost cried when i accidentally skipped one of my classes ON THE FUCKING THIRD DAY OF CLASS but that’s fine she’s persisting (i might’ve had a panic attack and called my mom) i have a super nice group of friends but they’re like literally all premed. the engineering college is literally the biggest one here where tf are they (they’re all guys) but oh well. i’m joining baja (build off-roading vehicle and race it competition team) and it seems like a lot of fun all of the people there are really nice. i do have my fantasy football draft tn so idk if i can go to the meeting 😭

tw depression, anxiety, panic attacks, suicidal ideation, self harm, hallucinations

so my there it goes moment. (this isn’t about anything romantic in the slightest) last september i was doing Really fucking shitty. like i was insanely stressed out all the time. i spent the spring of my junior year absolutely going through it. i quit self harming in march, because i saw what it was doing and how bad it was for someone i was sort of friends with, and decided that i really needed to quit. and it was so fucking hard. i wanted to go back to it so fucking badly. i started seeing shit all the time. if i saw anything red or felt something red i would just see/intensely imagine that it was blood until i checked. i’m pretty sure it was just stress induced from being so worried about quitting, but i don’t really know. through the summer it went away and things got a lot better. but my mom had been worried about how hard the classes were i was going to be taking senior year and i started getting extremely stressed out again. i was like paralyzed by worry that things were going to get as bad as they had been last year again, or even worse. they didn’t, but i spent a couple months with paralyzing anxiety. on the first day of school i could barely sit through my classes, and my heart was racing because i was so stressed out. but things got a lot better as time passed. i remember one day in december realizing for the first time in years that i could actually picture myself being alive more than a couple years in the future. and that i didn’t really want to die anymore. which was an absolutely insane thing for someone that has wanted to die since sixth to realize. things didn’t really get better linearly since then. there were a couple months where it was really really hard not to go back to self harming. but i didn’t. and things have gotten a lot better since. i was super worried about leaving my friends this summer, and though i absolutely do miss them, i made new friends here and im happy with my choice of where to go to school. im actually doing really well and am really happy with where i am. i’m a little bit sleep deprived, but isn’t every college kid? i finally feel happy and like im actually getting to enjoy my life. i do love my parents, but i also needed to get out of their house. last year when september started i don’t think i could have been further from having my there it goes moment. i wrote in the tags on a post abt there it goes that september and doing better would never belong in the same sentence until i was done with school. and i’m so glad that that changed for college.

i miss u all so much <3 sorry for the kinda intense trauma dump there it will probably happen again

[n0sewise]

hi again im the anon who « complained » about your latest update in your fanfic and i just wanted to clarify that i was 100% joking im really grateful the internet has people like you who create content just for fun! i really enjoy your writing (ive also read your fic where gon is participating in a dating show i really liked it too!!) and the characters being a bit frustrating and having a hard time is part of the story and i think how you’re writing them and their issues is great!

im sorry im a little sleep deprived and english is not my first language, i hope this isn’t weird or completely incomprehensible :’)

<3

Hey there!

Oh my gosh don’t worry, I promise I didn’t take it in a negative way at all! I thought it was super sweet and funny and didn’t interpret it as an actual complaint. Everything you said made perfect sense 💕 I knew it would be a frustrating chapter to read and I’ve been having fun seeing the reactions to it.

Thank you for reading my stuff, I’m thrilled that you liked it and I hope you enjoy the future updates!

<3

[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane’s Pets Pt. 45: What Doesn’t Kill Me…

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“You smell bad.” You tell Kit.

“What?”

“You smell bad. Gross.”

They giggle, in the way that people do when they’re so sleep deprived that everything is funny. Soon, the sleep deprivation will hurt, but for now it feels like a warm blanket.

“There aren’t any showers down here. Maybe that’s how we can tell how much time has passed! How bad we smell!”

You cackle. It hurts your head, but you’re too tired to care. This is the funniest thing you’ve ever heard.

You’re glad your punishment for moving earlier isn’t too bad. Just one week of sleep deprivation, but it could be spread out among the three of you however you wanted. Kit said to give it all to them.

“Better me than you.” They said. “I can handle it better.”

You agreed to three days for you and four for Kit. Three days shouldn’t be too hard, and Kit won’t have to stay awake a full week.

Jane is having Dollie do “the boring part.” You and Kit are hooked to devices that will shock you if Dollie presses a button. Dollie has been instructed to shock the two of you if either of you fall asleep, and you know she will obey.

You’re still confused about why Jane gave that job to Dollie. “Why would shocking us be the boring part?” You ask.

Kit takes a moment to process your question. “The shocking part isn’t boring to her, but in order to do that with this specific punishment she’d have to watch us carefully for when we fall asleep. That’s boring.”

“Ohhhhh.” This feels like an incredible epiphany.

You stare at the ceiling. It seems to dissolve into patterns…

A shock hits you. It wouldn’t be that bad if the spasms didn’t make your head hurt.

“I wasn’t asleep! Kit- Kitty, were you asleep?”

Kit groans. “Maybe? I guess if you weren’t. Sorry.”

“It’s… It’s okay.”

Clearly, the ceiling isn’t stimulating enough, so you trace the scars along your arms. Something occurs to you.

“Wait, is Dollie- is Puppy going to have to stay awake the full seven days too?”

You have never seen the expression on Kit’s face before. “Bunny… first of all, it’s four days. Because we’re doing our days at the same time. Second, yes. I thought you caught on to that earlier. She won’t be punished for falling asleep, but she’ll be punished for not noticing if we fall asleep. So she’ll have to stay awake.”

You don’t like talking about Dollie like she’s not there. You look at Dollie. “Are you allowed to write or sign or anything?”

Dollie looks at you like you’re crazy.

“She used to be allowed to.” Kit says. “But Jane got mad at her for something - I don’t remember what - and she took that away too. But… Bunny. Is this the first time that idea has occurred to you?”

Your head hurts. “I don’t know. Sorry, I’m being dumb. I’ll shut up.”

“You’re not. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I’m worried, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear what you have to say. We’re all just tired.”

You nod and instantly regret it. The cloud of exhaustion over your mind isn’t dulling the pain anymore.

Kit points at the device in Dollie’s hands. “Give me that.”

Dollie shakes her head.

“She said that you’d be punished if we fell asleep. You can sleep, I’ll set the remote into a position where the remote will be pressed if I start to drift off.”

Dollie shakes her head again.

“I know she also said it was your job, but now you’ve done it. You’ve shocked us to keep us awake, you did the job. She never said only you have to do it. We can take turns. You can go to sleep.”

Dollie looks at the remote. She stares at it for a solid minute before tossing it to Kit, in a rare show of defiance.

You and Kit both cheer. Kit holds one of their arms out and balances the remote on their arm. “Hopefully, if it falls it’ll shock us. Or hopefully not. If Jane’s watching, we’ll probably get punished anyway.”

—

You and Kit talk in a desperate attempt to stay awake.

“We’re close enough now that I can just ask for your life story, right?” Kit asks.

“Probably.”

“So, like. What events lead you to following a powerful 12 year old away to a house in the middle of nowhere?”

“She gave me ice cream. And she seemed friendly enough. I mostly thought it was some kind of hallucination or dream, so it just felt like. ‘I might as well do this.’ Y’know? And I kind of figured-“ you burst out giggling. “I kind of figured that, whatever it was, my life couldn’t get much worse. Like, either I’d end up dying or things would get better. Those were the only two options in my head.”

Kit cracks up. “It didn’t occur to you that the 12 year old would torture you into being her pet?”

“Never occurred to me. If I could go back…” You trail off. You wouldn’t do it, right? But you can’t help but think that as awful as this is, you never would’ve met Kit and Dollie if you hadn’t come.

But you being here just gives Jane more ways to hurt them. “I’d never accept her offer, if I could go back.”

“Well, she’d probably take you anyway, so don’t feel too bad.”

You laugh. “True!”

“Well, you know what they say. What doesn’t kill me…”

Kit’s eyes flutter closed, and the remote falls to the ground. No shock comes. You grab the remote and push the button. Both you and Kit scream. Dollie jolts awake.

“Sorry, I’m sorry! I should’ve just yelled to wake you up, it didn’t even occur to me.” Dollie snatches the remote from your hand.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not. None of this is fine.”

“I know, I know. Tell me about… your childhood, or your favorite book, or something.”

You try, but you keep forgetting what you were talking about or where you were going. Your head aches.

“What’s a song you know the words to? Let’s sing.” Kit suggests. You end up reciting ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ over and over.

—

Jane is here. When did she get here?

“Your three days are over, Bunny. Sleep.”

You don’t have to be told twice.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @ghostsinthecloset @scp-1296 @fuzzybucketz

[purefandomonium]

Part 4: First Contact

To say the voice took him by surprise would be an understatement. It… He heard it. Crystal clear and real, unlike the fake and compressed sounds of his prison environment. It was… something he never even considered experiencing. It was an actual fucking voice.

This is what sound was like?

“Can you… hear me?” She didn’t want to be too loud on the off chance her mom heard and bothered to ask what she was doing.

RED: …I hear you.

She almost cheered. Thankfully, she stopped herself before she could startle her mom or blow out Red’s newfound eardrums. “That’s amazing!” she whisper-shouted in barely contained excitement. “Now we can properly talk instead of playing charades all the time.”

RED: ……Yeah…

“You don’t seem happy.” Maybe it was hurting him. “I can unplug it if you want me to-” The text box appeared so abruptly she cut off. For the briefest moment, the entire screen flickered to a mass of corrupted sprites before reverting back.

RED: NO.

RED: I’m not going back to that silence ever again.

She felt her lips tug upwards again despite the awkward situation. “As long as this isn’t messing you up somehow…”

RED: It’s not.

RED: …It’s just… a lot to take in.

Ah. So it was blowing his tiny mind so to speak. The childish giggles escaped before she could stop them.

RED: What’s so funny?

This whole situation was absolutely hilarious to her sleep-deprived mind. “I’m sorry,” she said once she reigned it in. “It’s just… I don’t know. I guess it’s just funny that any of this is even happening. I mean, here I am. Talking to a sentient GameBoy with a home-cooked crack job of a hack I made.”

Nothing.

“I’m also very tired. And everything is very funny when you’re tired.”

RED: I see.

“So, uh, how do you like your new ears?”

RED: It’s… nice.

RED: It’s nice to have something other than the constant drone of this corrupted programming echo through my mind.

She added virtual tinnitus to his list of woes and felt even sorrier for him. It just made her more determined to help him.

RED: …

RED: Thank you for doing this.

RED: I wasn’t sure I could trust you. I figured you were no different than all the others before.

She felt her heart skip at that. Despite the several weeks she’d ‘known’ him, she never really stopped to think about just how long he was aware like this. She never fully realized what being trapped in a game meant until now. How horrifying it must be to know only pain from people exploiting the programming followed by eventual darkness when they got bored of their newest toy.

All the pleas falling on deaf ears.

“How… How many were there… before me?” She almost didn’t want to know.

RED: Many.

RED: Like I said: You’re the first to ever try talking to me.

RED: ………

RED: I’m not a joke to you, am I?

“Of course not,” she said with a frown. “I-”

The screen went dark and she accidentally cursed.

She didn’t account for how much of a strain all this would put on the batteries.

Part 3: here

Part 5: here

[brainrot-yumm]

-- He drew in a breath. Somewhere in his mind, a voice was telling him how even a god, or whatever this thing was, only chose him in desperation. He was about to say something when he felt a change in the surroundings. It felt like frowning now, whatever the hell that felt like. God, he swore he was on a drug trip right now. “You okay, god person thing?”

-- “I was just commenting on your anatomy! Excluding your scars (sorry for the big one, but did you battle?), You have a surprisingly healthy body despite your constant abuse on it from malnutrition, sleep deprivation, dehydration, stress, lack of proper exercise, and mild labor strain! It's a compliment!”

-- “As I was saying, Look. I'm almost 30, my wardrobe is 99% black and covered with emo band logos, I have a lip piercing and like three tattoos, I'm scrawny, ugly, I wish I was dead, and to quote you yesterday, I have no other real strength besides looking like a mugger.’ what part of that would attract a mate?” “Those weren't my exact words. Also, you're not ugly. I just told you, you look great despite the circumstances!”

-- “Finally! Was that Sam? You were right, he really is a male.”

-- “. . . So back to my thing. I'll bet I could find you the perfect mate, upper feet down.”

-- "W-well, I mean, when you include all the human requirements like eating, and all the difficult work it'll take to properly . . . Not to mention getting all the supplies . . . About, uh, three weeks? Without any other distraction?" "Three weeks?!?" "Actually, more like a month, uh, maybe longer? It is the total enslavement of the human race after all." "Buddy, I'm sorry, but I'm not losing my apartment because I'm too busy taking over the world to go to work." "But it's literally the end of the world for you! You won't need a house!!"

-- He hung up and slammed the phone back onto its receiver with the force of 10,000 wet cats at the vet. He looked in his bathroom mirror and glared into it with the same force, tenfold. He could practically feel the deity's fear. Rome knew he had fucked up.

-- "You know, it's a running joke these days that people like me are morosexuals. Attracted to idiots, and God, are you stupid." ". . . Jokes don't run." "Take me now." "But where would I take you?" "Stop, it's getting too hot in here."

God I wanna finish this fic I started writing when I was 16 SO BAD

also this one isn’t horrible context it’s just a funny Lovecraftian romcom

[ghostgothgeek]

Jack and Maddie Fenton ready to fight the president:

[bajablastwrites]

Local mad scientist discovers emotions

Kusuke x reader

Reader’s gender isn’t specified

Authors Note: wrote this a while back and decided to reread it and post it. Just to give you guys something while I’m busy with midterms. He’s a little (a lot) ooc here imo and I’m too tired to fix it, so sorry.

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You’re Kusuke’s favorite person in terms of entertainment. He originally just liked to have you around because you amused him. He allowed you to be by his side because you entertained him nothing more nothing less— at least that’s what he tells himself. While that was his original plan for you— he didn’t expect to become attached to you.

The more he spent time with you, your quirks and your very presence became something Kusuke became fond of. Where ever he went you were usually right behind him, you didn’t really have a problem with it since you surprisingly liked spending time with Kusuke. You spend most of your time in his lab talking to him or just loafing around while he worked on a new machine, the most he’ll have you do is have you to bring him things.

Your attitude and personality are so interesting to him. He remembers how he attempted to mentally break you down (bro basically tried to commit an act of psychological warfare against you) and in your sleep deprived state, you stood there trying to process what he said before telling him to get fucked, and then leaving to go sleep in peace. You have better things to do than to argue with some blonde dude with an emo cut. That experience is something that just replays in his head sometimes. (It still throws him off)

You also just take his insults and condescending comments and just run with it. So it’s not fun for him to insult you because you don’t really give him much of a reaction. Like yeah he’s got a higher IQ and he’s smarter than you in every way….and?? You just wanted to enjoy your lunch and vibe in peace, this factual attack wasn’t necessary! You haven’t done shit to this man!

You originally didn’t spend too much time with him cuz sitting around doing nothing gets old fast, but then he started calling you to his lab more, often giving you simple tasks to do for him because he’s “too busy” to do them himself (he really just wants you near him) you get a cool lab coat and everything even though all you do is just bring him tools.

Your favorite thing to do with him is to read out weird questions or show him random bullshit you find on the internet and have him interpret them— especially memes. Sometimes he’ll scrunch up his face as he tries to figure out what the fuck you just read/showed him. The content or questions are so weirdly stupid and outlandish that it just baffles him, it hurts his brain because he knew people were stupid but damn this is a new level of stupid for him.

Sometimes he’ll give you a psych evaluation or checks your head for any concussions or head injuries from time to time because he worries about you when you read these things to him. Especially if you can understand the broken logic to an extent— this is especially true if you explain an abstract meme to him, like deep fried or distorted memes. Why does the picture look like that? How is it funny? Why are you laughing?!

Just like his younger brother Kusuo he also likes to watch you sleep— the saiki brothers are anything but normal and they both have some weird and creepy habits, Kusuke has a little bit more than Kusuo but they’re both weird in their own way. Kusuke takes it a step further because just like Kusuo, he knows everything about you. But with him it’s more towards things like your medical records. Doesn’t matter if it’s about your physical or mental health, hell even family history, if it was documented he knows about it and has a copy of it somewhere. If you have any physical or mental issues he’ll make a mental note and keep it in mind.

I see him giving you some of his inventions he made (with you in mind) to help you make your life slightly easier— also because he likes to hear you praise him about it too but that’s besides the point!

Kusuke didn’t know why he was so attached to you or why he cared so much about you and your well-being. For a genius with an IQ of 218 it took him an extremely long time to figure out that he actually likes you.

I feel like Kusuke would think he’s above feeling emotions (for some reason) such as love, he probably views it as an irrational and primitive emotion that just functions to get people to reproduce. But now he feels the urge to have you near him and want your attention more than anything. Everything you did was now very endearing to him and he could watch/listen to you all day. It was a confusing and frustrating time for him, the mental gymnastics he did to not acknowledge his attachment towards you was insane.

As much as you entertain Kusuke he’s well aware that you’re pretty smart yourself. Obviously you’re nowhere near his level of intelligence but your mental and emotional awareness absolutely surpasses his— basically he’s sucks at being human and you don’t. As much as he deems it as useless and inconvenient he can’t help but admire it at the same time, mostly because it’s you. He likes to ask you questions about how you view and interpret the world around you, because it can either lead to him getting to understand you more or playful banter, and he’s fine with both.

It took him a while to accept that his feelings for you were romantic and for him to admit to himself that he wanted to be your 🤢boyfriend🤢 it caused him physical pain to admit it to himself— it’s nothing personal his pride is just in the way! But once he comes to terms with it he’s planning on confessing to you in the near future.