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Beyond the limelight - Gojo Satoru

A/N: Wow thank you all so much for enjoying Limelight. As promised, here is a short epilogue to conclude the story. If you haven't already, read the main story here.

I will write more actor!Gojo x reader headcannons if requested, so do let me know!

Content: actor!Gojo x female reader, fluff.

Divider by @v6que

Glamor and glitz were the words of the night. Cameras flashing with blinding lights, and the carpet bearing witness to opulence that tethered the line of gaudiness.

Here it was, the culmintation of years of hard work. Of taking on seemingly insignificant roles and incessant practice. Years and years until Gojo finally made it into brightest spot of the limelight. The summum of any actor’s career. The academy awards.

After a rather exciting time on the red carpet, the ‘Romeo and Juliet’ cast and crew members took their place at their assigned table in the decorated theater. Distinct emotions tinged their light chatter; excitement, hope, and palpable nerves. The movie had done phenomenally in theatres, breaking box office records and earning nominations in multiple categories.

And with that came the hope of recognition. Awards were not everything, but they certainly were not nothing. You held the same hope in your heart, nestled between the cushions of your green couch and pillows, eyes fixed on the broadcast.

A series of fanciful montages and an eternity of product placements later, the hosts of the night finally climb the stage to announce the winner of the “best actor” category.

“And finally, the award for best actor goes to…” the lady’s voice draws out the suspense, directing an enigmatic smile at the camera. Your heart was thrumming in your chest, Gojo could hear his heartbeat vibrating in his ears.

A second passed, and you waited with bated breath. Separated by physical distance, but united in sentiments.

“Gojo Satoru! As Romeo,” the host all but shouted into the microphone, and the entire audience erupted in cheers.

You screamed in joy behind your TV, and being nudged out of a daze by the director, Gojo makes his way to the stage on unsteady feet. His hands are still trembling slightly when he is handed the award, but finally standing in front of the microphone, he steadies himself.

“Wow, is this what it feels like to be speechless?” The audience laughs faintly while he takes another moment to gather his thoughts. He breathes out, and leans in closer to the mic.

“I want to thank all of the production team for their efforts in this, everyone worked so, so hard,” he grinned towards his table, “thank you to all my fans who always support my projects, it really means the world,” a dazzling smile is directed into the camera.

He then looks down, his smile morphing into a more subdued one, a more earnest one. “But above all, thank you, my one and only love, watching at home,” he looks into the camera, and even though you are miles apart, you feel his gaze on you. Tears pool in your eyes. “For being my anchor when I felt like I was drifting away. For allowing me the room to grow and flourish. For letting me talk your ears off. I love you forever.”

And with that he stepped off the stage, waving at the assembly that presented a standing ovation.

It is needless to say that social media went into absolute madness after that speech. That bold declaration of love.

[OMG so he’s not dating Yuki?]

[It has to be a non-celeb then]

[So lucky bro]

[This was one hell of a hard launch]

Though you remained anonymous, Gojo honoring his commitment to you, he had still declared his love for you. Even in the brightest spot of the limelight, he belonged with you. And though you stood out of its blinding intensity, you too, belonged with him.

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[Hi love, just a heads up. I won’t be home when you get there, got that one work presentation I told you about] you typed quickly, phone in one hand and sandwich in another. After this lunch break, you were scheduled to present data on a project you were recently put in charge of, and your nerves were running high.

You knew a promotion hung on the line, a long anticipated one.

But Satoru had been there to encourage you all the way, listening to your rants about uncooperative co-workers and offering to help you practice. A smile graced your lips at the thought.

He was as busy as ever, now sought out by most of the major production companies. Gojo Satoru was beyond popular. He was a household name. But beyond the exhausting days and filled out schedules, time made for each other was all the more intentional. Honest conversations and comforting touches. You grew and you loved.

[Gotcha! And remember what I said, don’t stress bby. I know you’re going to kick it out of the park (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧] The reply elicited a chuckle from you.

[I’ll remember that. I love you]

[love you too bebe]

You cleaned your hands and returned to your desk, grabbed all the needed documents. You took in a deep breath and relaxed your shoulders. You got this.

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Click clack

You took your keys out of the hole and stepped in, door closing quietly behind you.

Your nose immediately caught whiff of the pleasant aroma that permeated your living room. You heard Satoru’s voice, belting along with Rihanna to umbrella, causing you to smile.

He pauses as soon as he catches a glimpse of you. ”Hey sweetheart!” He beams at you, turning the volume down.

“Hi Satoru,” you’re hanging your jacket, “What are you making?”

“Well, your favorite, of course!” He comes into full view, and you laugh at the sight of his flower-embroidered apron. “Now, cut the suspense. How did the meeting go?”

You look to the ground, sighing dejectedly as you finally manage to slip out of your shoes. Immediately the mood shifts, and Gojo steps closer, arms open.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” he is right about to engulf you in the most comforting hug ever when you look up with a bright smile.

“Sorry for what? I got the promotion!” You jump with joy, and he picks you up, twirling you around the small living room. Gleeful laughs fill the space as you secure your arms around his neck.

He finally sets you down, but still holds your waist, pulling you close for a kiss. Then another. “I’m so proud of you, Y/N. You’ve worked so hard for this,” The earnest words make a pout appear on your lips and tears threaten to fall from your eyes. He promptly kisses them away, dragging you into the kitchen. “And now time for the celebratory meal!”

You’re helping set the table when you notice something.

“Satoru why are there 2 cakes?” he dashes over to you as you open the box with a cake that reads ‘they suck anyway’

“Wrong one,” he swiftly pulls that one away, and opens the one that said ‘I always knew you could do it!’

You burst into laughter, taking in the view of your lover. You fight for each other in big and small ways. The man with whom you grow and learn. Your heart feels more full than your stomach after that dinner. Laid down on your couch, in each others’ embrace.

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[lemondytart]

P★P GOES YOUR SECRETS!

When a mysterious user by the name [ P★PTART ] started posting pictures and informations of certain events to bring the spotlight onto it that usually revolves around colleges such as RSA and NRC. The thing is.. they're very personal.

Hey could have they know that?! Vil's hand gripped painfully tight onto his phone as he stared in disbelief at the revealing of his future whereabouts. This is not good.

Are they trying to spill my business?! Azul gripped his hair in frustration when he heard the news of the newest headline from the mysterious user coming from the eels. The info revealing would be fine if it wasn't for the fact that it's for the whole world to see! Who knows what could it do to his business?!

Multiple individuals have tried to take down their posts yet somehow they've always come back with the same information so some had no choice but to offer money as a solution to took it down. It worked but depending on how bad the headlines are, the prices are hefty.

It must not come as a surprise but even with personal and sometimes classified information that has been public, they mostly shined the lights on little things as well as less important yet still matters type of situations. Such as bullying, exposing dangerous behaviours, event announcements and a lot more.

Over time, the user have gained quite the following just to see what more information could be unravelled. It was for everyone; from fans desperately wanting to meet secret spots of their idols to just checking any important events for the week.

Wonder how many people can unravel the true identity of [ P★PTART ]?

[ P★PTART ] HAS POSTED!

OLD TWITTER(AND THE CORRECT ONE) + INACCURATE DATES

[okaysonny]

Hello, can we get a sweet, tooth aching, whipped, fluff goo with chubby reader, where goo is supporting/comforting reader bcs they being insecure abt their looks? Feel free to ignore this if u feel uncomfyyy, thank u sm🫶🏻💞

for the love of cake (and you) ╏ goo kim

ᯓ★ summary: a sweet treat never hurt anyone.

ᯓ★ details: fluff, f! reader, spoiler free.

ᯓ★ wc: 540

ᯓ★ A/N: pretty short. sorry anon, this is probably less sentimental than what you wanted 😭 that is beyond my level of capabilities...+ i didn't address reader's insecurities directly, but it's implied. still, i hope you like it!

you hear goo’s obnoxiously loud humming from down the hall, getting closer with every step. as always, he enters the room like it’s a broadway stage, presenting an elaborate box in one hand.

“voila!” he announces, popping the lid off with a flourish. inside sits the most mouth-watering cake you’ve ever seen: three layers of chocolate, whipped cream, and enough frosting to put anyone in a sugar coma. “a masterpiece for your majesty! go ahead, thank me for putting some brightness in your life”

you blink at the cake, your stomach growling despite your resolve. “uh…i’m good. thanks though”

goo blinks, caught off guard. "what do you mean?!" he pouts.

“i mean i’m not hungry!” you say quickly, waving your hands dismissively.

his lips quirk into a sly grin as he sets the box down. “not hungry?” he repeats, voice dripping with disbelief. “or… are we talking that kind of 'not hungry'? y'know, when you’re suddenly thinking about carbs and calories and—”

“no!” you cut him off, the denial coming out way too loud. “that’s not it. i just…don’t want cake right now. is that illegal?”

goo's grin turns devilish. “so, if i hand you this fork…” he holds it out dramatically. “...you’re not gonna grab it, shovel cake into your mouth, and cry happy tears?”

your face burns. “that’s not gonna happen, because i don't want it!”

he hums, tilting his head in exaggerated thought. “so, you’re telling me this has nothing to do with you trying to diet—”

“of course not!” you snap, snatching the fork from him, purely out of spite. “you’re insane goo. stop analysing everything!”

his smirk widens as you stab at the cake, cutting off a small piece and taking an aggressive bite. the sweetness hits you immediately, rich and creamy, and you have to fight the smile threatening to break through. goo, of course, notices.

“there she is” he drawls, leaning against the counter, clearly a little too smug. “see? you can thank me now. or later, when you finish the whole thing”

you glare at him through a mouthful of cake, trying to swallow before snapping back, but he beats you to it.

“oh, and by the way...” he adds casually, wiping his glasses. “...dieting is for people who actually need it. trust me, you’re not on that list”

he swipes a bit of frosting with his finger and pops it into his mouth. “so stop being weird and eat, before i finish this for you”

your chewing slows, eyes narrowing. “was that… a compliment?”

“dunno. was it?” he quips, winking before heading out the door. “either way, cake tastes better when you’re smiling. don’t forget it!”

you stare after him, stunned for a moment. you roll your eyes and scoop up another bite of cake, a small smile creeping up despite yourself.

as the door clicks shut behind him, the words replay in in his head. cake tastes better when you're smiling. don't forget it! his brow twitches, and he scowls at himself.

“fuck…that’s so corny”

but as he rounds the corner, his grin reappears. he can allow it for today, if it meant you didn’t feel like… whatever it was you were feeling before.

not that he’d ever admit it.

divider: @strangergraphics

[tinylilacbun]

h e r n u m b e r o n e ᯓ★

You giggle when Rafe revs his bike, sitting on top of it as he slowly wheels it towards the start line, smiling at you fondly.

Being his daughter, the loud sounds of a bike is a thing you got used to since you were born, and riding one is something you look forward to once you're old enough.

The enduro race is gonna start soon, all the opponents getting ready and making the last touches on their gear and bikes, just like your dad as he slides on his gloves, ruffling your hair afterwards.

"C'mon, let's get you to Sofia." He says, lifting you up from his bike and settling you on his hip as he makes his way over to her.

"Rafe Cameron on that fire-breathing KTM, he could be your favorite today." The commentator announces through the speakers.

Pff, he is already your favorite, and always will be. He just smirks but stops walking as he's about to pass John B.

"What do you want, Rafe." The brunette asks.

Rafe simply shrugs, holding you firmly. "I mean, my Dad went off with you and never came back. I didn't forget that." He smiles in a threatening way which you didn't catch up on. "See you in traffic, slick."

After saying that, he continues walking again to where Sofia is standing, leaning down to kiss her before he hands you over to her. "Keep a good eye on that one, tends to get in trouble."

"From whom she only got that?" She chuckles, poking your side a few times to hear you laugh, looking back up at Rafe. "Be careful out there."

"Always am." He smirks, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before making his way back to his bike.

"Good luck, daddy!" You shout, waving at him and watching him get onto his dirt bike.

"Let's go, Rafe! You got this, baby! Whoo!" Sofia shouts all the while you clap and cheer for him as well.

"Whoo!" You squeal excitedly and keep waving. Rafe smiles as he sees that, putting on his helmet and revving his bike once.

Soon the racers got the start signal and you watch in amazement at how fast they all drive past you, trying to keep your eyes on Rafe.

"Rafe Cameron gets the holeshot, beats the pack out front, and, boy, he is blazing down the straightway." The commentator observes.

At one point Sofia sets you down on the ground, keeping ahold of your hand to ensure you won't run off as you now wait patiently for your dad to race back.

"S'daddy gonna win?" You ask, looking up at Sofia with a big grin and she squeezes your hand, a smile that mirrors your own on her face.

"You bet he will, he already had a good start. Gimme five." She tells you and gives you a high five.

Soon enough you're able to see the racers, recognizing Rafe at the front together with someone else and Sofia tenses up a little when she sees how close they are to each other.

You, who doesn't see anything wrong, keep cheering for him, jumping up and down while clapping your hands again. "Daddy! Yay!"

"Cameron's close but not gonna be able to overtake him." You hear the commentator say and suddenly you see Rafe practically getting flung from his bike after he successfully tried to stop JJ. "Oh, mayhem, carnage! They're both down!"

You stop jumping, standing there for a moment in shock and before you could rush over to him you feel Sofia grab your arm. "Wait- you can't just run over there while the race is still going! It's too dangerous."

With a confused whimper, you stay beside Sofia, the tears already building up in your eyes as you can only watch your father laying on the sand as the other racers finish the race.

As soon as you are allowed to, you and Sofia run over to him as quickly as possible as everyone else cheers on Topper for his win.

You almost stumble a few times while Rafe gets up from the ground and pulls off his helmet, visibly in pain but he still manages to catch you in his arms, lifting you up and feeling you wrap your arms around his neck tightly.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." He pants, despite his whole body aching he knows he has to assure you he's well by the way your body is trembling from crying. "Shh...I'm fine, princess, I promise. I'm so sorry I scared you."

You sniffle and pull back to place your small palms on his cheeks, a pout on your face but when he gives you a small smile you bury your face back in his neck and simply hold tightly onto him.

Sofia watches you both, brows still furrowed in concern and places a hand on his arm, giving him a onceover. "Are you sure you're okay, baby?"

"Yeah- just sore, is all, I'm fine." He nods, making his way off the raceway to hopefully find somewhere to sit with a slight limp, keeping an arm firmly around your back, his other draped over Sofia's shoulders for some support.

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[nxzz-skz]

A week of (un)dead chaos (OT8 skz)

ᯓ★ zombie!reader x human!OT8skz

ᯓ★ warnings: a little bit of gore, mention of limbs, crack, fluff

ᯓ★this was recommended by @writtingrubberducky (note: since I've never written this genre, I had to get my friend to assist, and I'm sorry if its not the best!)

Synopsis : In a universe where being a zombie is just another part of life, Y/N faces seven chaotic days off without her usual medication, bringing cravings, falling limbs, and heightened reflexes. With her human friends, Stray Kids, as her reluctant yet loyal support system, hilarity and heartwarming chaos ensue. Can they survive a week of mayhem without losing their friendship - or their brains?

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The day starts no different that usual : you make your way into the shared apartment of the Stray Kids boys, cup of coffee in one hand, your phone in the other. Life as a modern zombie is... manageable. You've been taking the medication that stops the whole rotting-flesh, brain-eating debacle, and it's made sure things stay pretty normal.

Except for today.

"Guys, I have some... news," you announce awkwardly as you set your cup on the kitchen counter and shuffle into the living room. The boys - Chan, Changbin, Jisung, Felix, Hyunjin, Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin - turn to you from their various spots. Jisung is sprawled across the couch playing a video game on the TV with Jeongin, Chan's laptop hums from the coffee table, and Changbin and Felix are sharing a bag of chips.

“You’re getting married?” Changbin blurts out, chip crumbs falling everywhere.

“No,” you say, frowning at the mess he’s making.

“You’re finally getting a cat?” Jisung asks, eyes twinkling as he pauses his game.

“No… Well, maybe later,” you mutter before shaking your head to refocus. “Anyway, my medication is being switched for a week, starting today. There’s going to be… side effects.”

“Side effects?” Chan repeats, looking up from his laptop. His voice is calm, but his furrowed brow betrays his concern.

You sigh, gesturing vaguely at your body. “I’m going to… smell a little funny, maybe lose a limb or two. Also, I’ll have… cravings.”

“For what?” Minho deadpans, even though you can tell he already knows the answer.

“…Brains,” you admit, barely audible. The word hangs in the air like a thundercloud.

Cue the chaos. Felix screams, dropping his chips as he leaps behind the couch. Jeongin yelps and clutches a cushion to his chest, his game long forgotten. Hyunjin, ever the drama king, dramatically flings himself across the couch, yelling about betrayal. Seungmin grabs a pillow for defense, holding it like a shield.

“Guys!” Chan yells over the din, raising his hands to restore order. “It’s fine! Y/N is still Y/N. We’ll help her through this week. Right?”

There’s a chorus of reluctant agreements, though you catch the uneasy glance Minho shoots your way and notice how Jisung clutches a game controller like it’s his last line of defense. You sigh. It’s going to be a long week.

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You wake up to find your index finger has detached itself during the night. Groaning, you scoop it up from the pillow and wrap it in a tissue before heading to the kitchen for coffee. The smell of eggs and bacon greets you, along with the sight of Changbin humming to himself as he eats cereal.

“Morning,” you mumble, holding your finger awkwardly behind your back as you pour coffee.

“Morning,” he replies, giving you a quick glance. “What’s that?” he adds suspiciously when he notices the tissue in your hand.

“My finger,” you reply matter-of-factly, trying to sound casual.

Changbin’s spoon clatters to the table, and his eyes go wide. “Your… finger?” he repeats, his voice rising an octave.

“It’s normal,” you say quickly. “It’ll grow back by the end of the week. I think.”

“You think?” Seungmin’s dry voice cuts in as he enters the kitchen, eyeing the tissue like it might jump out and attack him. Behind him, Jisung saunters in mid-yawn, only to freeze when he hears the words “finger” and “grow back.”

“Is that…” Jisung begins, pointing at the tissue.

“It’s fine,” you assure him, though the nervous looks the boys exchange tell you they’re not convinced. Minho visibly recoils when you sit at the table and casually place the tissue-wrapped digit beside your plate.

“Can you not leave body parts lying around?” Hyunjin says as he enters, looking half-asleep but horrified nonetheless.

Felix, ever the sweetheart, offers you a bandage. “Here, Y/N. It’s okay. At least you’re not… rotting that much.”

You’re touched by his kindness until you notice he’s holding the bandage with tongs and has sprayed it with perfume.

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By Day 3, the cravings hit. Hard.

You sit at the kitchen table, staring longingly at a raw steak Chan bought for you to cure your… urges. The boys are gathered around, watching like scientists observing a dangerous experiment.

“How are you feeling?” Chan asks cautiously, leaning forward slightly.

Instead of answering, you pick up the steak with both hands and sink your teeth into it. The room fills with the sound of tearing meat, and everyone freezes. You pause mid-bite, glancing up at them.

“Fine,” you say through a mouthful of steak.

The boys huddle in the corner, whispering furiously.

“Is it weird that I think it’s kind of cute?” Felix whispers, earning incredulous stares from the others.

“Cute?” Jeongin hisses. “She's literally chewing on a cow.”

“Better the steak than our brains,” Seungmin mutters darkly, folding his arms.

Hyunjin nods solemnly, holding up a garlic necklace like it’s a holy relic. You raise an eyebrow at him, and he squeaks, shoving it back into his pocket.

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By now, the side effects have fully kicked in, including the dreaded smell. No amount of deodorant can completely mask it, and the boys are clearly suffering.

"Y/N, you smell like... death" Minho announces, grimacing as he waves a hand in front of his nose.

"Thanks for the reminder,” you snap, spraying yourself with an industrial-strength deodorant. The chemical smell mingles horribly with your natural scent, making the situation worse.

The boys try coming up with a plan.

“What if we… wrap you in plastic?” Jisung suggests, earning a glare from you.

“I am not a doll,” you reply icily.

“Febreze?” Hyunjin offers, holding up a can like it’s a magic wand.

“Guys,” Chan interrupts, “Y/N is trying her best. Let’s… maybe use candles instead?”

They then proceed to light every candle in the house. It smells like a floral disaster zone, but they’re too proud of their idea to notice.

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Your heightened zombie reflexes become apparent when you accidentally break a door handle. Then a chair. Then Seungmin’s favorite mug.

“You’re a walking disaster,” he says, glaring at the shattered remains of his mug on the floor.

“I didn’t mean to!” you protest, holding your hands up in surrender. “My reflexes are just… heightened right now.”

To prove your point, you catch a fly mid-air with lightning speed. The boys stare in awe, except Seungmin, who just looks annoyed.

“You still owe me a new mug,” he grumbles, stepping around the broken pieces.

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It all starts innocently enough. You’re brushing your teeth in the bathroom, humming a tune, when your ear decides to detach itself. You don’t even notice until you glance at the sink and see it lying there.

“Not again,” you groan, picking it up and carefully wiping it off. You figure you’ll deal with it later and leave it on the counter. Big mistake.

Five minutes later, Jeongin enters the bathroom. His scream could shatter glass, and it echoes through the apartment so loudly that even the neighbors call to check on you.

“What is it now?” Chan sighs, running into the hallway with the others hot on his heels.

Jeongin stumbles out of the bathroom, pale as a sheet. “It’s her ear! It’s just sitting there! Watching me!”

Felix bravely enters the bathroom to retrieve the offending ear. He returns holding it carefully between two fingers, looking equal parts amused and horrified. “You left your ear on the counter, Y/N.”

“Sorry,” you mutter, snatching it back. “It’s hard to keep track sometimes.”

Felix tries to help by gluing it back on. Unfortunately, he gets the angle wrong, and you end up with your ear stuck to your neck. The sight sends the boys into hysterics, with Hyunjin collapsing to the floor in laughter while Minho wheezes like he’s about to pass out.

“I hate this,” you groan, glaring at your misplaced ear.

“Fashion statement,” Hyunjin manages to gasp between fits of laughter. “You’re a trendsetter now.”

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Your new medication finally kicks in, and you wake up feeling… normal. Your skin is clearer, your cravings have vanished, and your fingers and ears are firmly attached. For the first time in days, you don’t feel like a walking disaster.

“You look great!” Hyunjin says, smiling genuinely as you enter the living room. The others nod in agreement, looking relieved.

“You survived the week,” Chan adds, patting your shoulder.

“We survived the week,” Seungmin corrects with a pointed look.

Despite all the chaos, you can’t help but feel grateful. These boys stuck by you through your worst, and you’re pretty sure they’d do it again. Their laughter, their teasing, even their over-the-top interventions—it all reminds you how lucky you are to have them in your (un)life.

“Thanks, guys,” you say sincerely, sitting down among them.

“Just promise you won’t eat us if there’s a next time,” Jeongin jokes.

You grin. “No promises.”

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[awwriri]

lowkey done with everyone right now, because what do you mean may deactivated ? also sara . honey , everyone is a human being and of course you’re gonna hurt their feelings no matter what, on the contrary look at yourself before even trying to make yourself look stupid .

At this point, I feel like the anon button should be removed , the fact you have the guts to literally go ANON mode without revealing yourself and sending threats is actually embarrassing, has your parents never taught you how to act , im ashamed of this generation from now on ill delete any hate asks towards any of my moots or me because if you keep doing it, do it . i don’t care , it will just make you look dumb doing this stuff for no reason .

my main point, to be honest we are CREATORS that does do MOODBOARDS . how hard is it for you to understand , it’s funny when people hate on MOODBOARDS , when you clearly see that most of the posts we do are MOODBOARDS . quit bashing on people , it’s literally sickening may is my friend and moot , ill never let this slide to whoever hurt her . genuinely most of moodboard creators including me are smarter than any of you (towards who are selfish) because we know what’s right and we know what’s wrong , it’s just immature of you and you clearly don’t know how to think ? hah , so many people have disappeared and people disappointed me this year , what a bad way to end the year .

i don’t care if you’re having a bad day or anything related , sending threats is still a big no and think before you act , you won’t listen but it’s up to you and make yourself feel dumb . im so done being so nice to anons who do this type of stuff or behavior . all i ask is you to STOP and you didn’t , all I did was be respectful and kind about it yet you still didn’t .

threats is not going to solve anything no matter what you do , may is literally one of the kindest and sweetest persons ik and seeing this hurt her and she deactivated because of that is not funny and okay. it is cruel to someone , you ruined their life for what cost ? she did nothing WRONG to you yet you still went and do it anyways like your life depends on it , who’s forcing you honey who’s hurting you, instead of hurting someone you can talk to them instead of pulling it all on someone else .

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[bbina]

kbriize have truly lost it. theyre sending wreaths in front of the sm building 😭😭

[hiddencircus]

LUKA ICONS! | for @strawberrysnipes's event

challenge 3: edit something entirely from scratch likes & reblogs are appreciated! | reblog if use

[hyunip]

Model!black!reader x Artist!Ony

His hand slid into the frame of the photo, tring to move a piece of trash that seemed to also be peeking into the frame of your photos. This caused his large hand to be caught in one of the photos. You hated anything that was good enough for you on the first try, honestly. Despised it. More than someone chewing their food hella loud in your ear.

Without moving your head an inch, you moved your eyes to give him an evil glare. And he knew what that meant. The larger male, known as small artist Onyankopon, avoided this gaze and threw away the piece of trash, his nerves tingling as he felt your pretty hazel eyes burning right into the back of his head, waiting for him to turn around so you could finally make eye contact with him.

You were used to Ony avoided this stare, so when he finally turned towards you and held that gaze until one of you looked away, your heart jumped.

No matter how hard you stare at this man, whether the eye contact makes him nervous or not, he will not budge.

But to show you he does not play games, when you get home, you go off on him. Telling him how he fucked up one of your photos, he wraps his arm around your waist and pulled you towards him, telling you how it was only one photo.

Yet you couldn't let go of that, because that was important to you. "It don't matter Ony. You know how I feel about that."

and after all of that, he's finally the one taking the reigns in bed. He has you in missionary with your hands in his as he hunched over you, feeding you sweet, deep thrusts while he mumbles little apologies in your ear, kissing your neck and jaw every time before he said another one.

[reblogriri]

[nighttime-horrors]

I got, like, totally hit with nostalgia the other day, haha. If I wrote something for Nathan from Life is Strange, would anyone be down to read it?

[snaillock]

harvey ahh headline

[felixaha]

guys , how many times am i ggonna say this . females, please do NOT interact with me . 😭 i dont want females in my blog and so sorry for my lack of posting , im currently writing some stuff and dealing with my diagnosis . and istg , i KNOW there are minors in here . i see you guys , stop interacting with me this is an NSFW blog , the thought of minors seeing my blog is uncomfortable . please stop i see you and i wont HESITATE to block you .

[floralscented]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤWANTED . . .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤCOLE ❛ THE REAPER ❜ GRANGER

ㅤㅤㅤVERY DANGEROUS! DO NOT ENGAGE!

THE REAPER disappeared off the face of the planet in the 20th century. SOLDIER BOY is the only one who holds the answers. A WAITING GAME ensues to see which, if either, makes it out of the depths of the unknown first.

It is impossible to delve into the many failures of Vought International, formerly known as Vought-American, as the list would continue on forever and the minutes would run out in the day. 

It is possible, though, to delve into the history of their greatest failure — if you look hard enough. COLE GRANGER is a man erased from, not just Vought’s history, but the entire world’s. They did their best, when they had one of their first superheroes executed to wipe all traces of the man, but of course, as it is nowadays with the internet, it is impossible to wipe a man’s existence completely off the face of the planet . . .

NOTES. i already have 3 parts up on ao3! i just abandoned it tbh but i miss them and this concept & fic haunts me so i'm reviving it! SLOWLY what's posted there will come here just in a prettier style so if u don't wanna wait ... prologue & first two chapters r there hehe. now let's see if i don't abandon it again ...

DETAILS. SOLDIER BOY x MALE!OC.ㅤㅤpre - the boys canonㅤㅤrivals to lovers(?)ㅤㅤmy side characters!ㅤㅤunreliable narratorㅤㅤslowburnㅤㅤeventual sexually explicit content ; you are responsible for the content you consume!ㅤㅤfurther details before every chapter!ㅤㅤmdni!!

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[eatingoutmen]

vent post. (TW: depression & suicide)

I know it’s New Years and all, but honestly. I’m just so overwhelmed and been getting so worse the past few weeks now, it’s been a lot since Christmas. I can barely handle and live my life anymore at this point.

I just don’t feel like I want to live anymore, I’m really sorry everyone. It’s just my personal life and mental health damaging me so much, I know I barely talk about what’s going on in my life and only just talking about how I feel. But my life has been getting so much worse that I’m not even excited for a new year anymore, it’s just gonna be a lot pressure and pain to me. Like a constant endless cycle of misfortune and miserableness for me to deal again.

Right now, I’m in my room and just crying my eyes out and trying not to kill myself at the moment. I don’t even feel anything anymore, it’s like I want to just give up on my life again. Yet, I’m still here— alive yet in so much pain. I’ve been bottling up my emotions and pain for too long, and now it’s burst and I’m left sobbing and blaming myself for everything.

I’ve thought about attempting again, but I didn’t have the courage and strength to do it. I didn’t want to leave the people in my life who care for me and always there for me though all of it. So, I just decided not to make the same mistake again and just try to live again and see where things go this new year.

I’m sorry for just rambling and venting to you all, I don’t really know who to talk to anymore since I don’t want to bother my friends, and this account is all I just got left. Once again, I sincerely apologize for being such a emotional mess.

I’m just gonna sleep this off like I usually do, and pretend that everything will be okay again even though I don’t think it will anymore. I don’t know if I’m going to take a break from writing again or continue on right now.