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sxfterhearts · 7 months ago

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neighbourly visits

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ idol!jiung x non-idol!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: fluff inspired by recent events, childhood-neighbours!au

♡ word count: 2,422 words

♡ author’s note: ah choi jiung i wish you only good things. >_< i hope you get better soon and no longer feel any pain... i'm sure it was hard for you to stop activities, but i hope you take the time to rest and relax!!! i have not known you for long, but i want to know you for a long time ♡ also pics cred to the lovely tumblr owners!!!

♡ sequel: backstage visits

“Hey stranger,” You called out from behind the sliding door that was left ajar, your head peeking through the gap to peer inside the hospital room.

“Hey yourself.” Jiung replied with a light chuckle.

You walked in. Walls covered in flowery 90’s wallpaper greeted you warmly, along with a mounted television playing news silently in the background, a small sofa and coffee table set in the corner and a large window with views of skyscrapers dotted along the side of the Han River. And of course, a single hospital bed with your ex-neighbour-turned-idol lying right on top of it.

“It’s a nice room.” You commented, curious eyes scanning your surroundings.

He scoffed. “Yeah, except now there’s a stain at the bottom of the walls from yesterday.” Jiung admitted sheepishly, hands coming up to rub the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

“Ah…” You trailed off, setting down the two plastic bags you brought with you on his overbed table. “From when you flooded the bathroom?” You questioned, gentle and careful, nose scrunching up adorably.

“Don’t remind me…” He looked away. “I was so embarrassed! Oh my goodness… The head nurse laughed right in my face! I mean, it sounds like she thought it was funny, but I felt so bad.”

“I’m sure it’s fine, plus, who doesn’t like Krispy Kreme donuts?” “I hope so…”

“Anyways, I brought the goods, like you asked.” Your eyebrows cocked towards the bags, while you dragged a fold-up chair closer to his bedside.

Jiung’s eyes lit up at the mention of this. “You did?”

“Of course, who do you think I am?” You laughed, fingers moving to unpack the food. “Half and half wings, gold king and bburinkle flavoured, one pack of bburinkle cheese balls, and a large tteokbokki.” As you announced the order, you brought out the takeaway boxes one by one – soy sauce, sweet honey and garlic flavoured, then cheese powder flavoured wings; the mozzarella cheese balls that you both enjoyed and the large container filled with spicy rice cakes. “Oh, and Cass beer!”

“Y/N…” Jiung uttered, his mouth quickly salivating at the mention of his favourite meal: chicken and beer. “Are you an angel?”

You laughed out loud, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. You turned around, heading to the adjoined bathroom, hoping to hide your flustered expression. Too late, though, Jiung thought that shade of pink looked the cutest on you. “I think you’re just hallucinating from all the drugs they’ve put you under.” You replied.

“I have been dreaming about this meal since I got admitted last week. You’re really saving my life, neighbour.” Jiung breathed out, still amazed at the generous spread of food.

As you walked out, you saw Jiung swinging his legs to the edge of the bed. “Woah, hold on soldier, where do you think you’re going?”

He stopped, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “To wash my hands.”

“No need for that. Sit down and rest – doctor’s orders, remember?” You reached into your handbag and pulled out a hand sanitiser, passing it over to him. “Use this instead. Plus, it’s BHC. They’re professionals. There’s gloves.”

At that, Jiung rolled his eyes at you. “I’m fine,” He drawled out, yet accepting your offer and sanitising his hands. “It’s not like I’m severely injured or anything.”

You gave him a pointed look, fully sceptical. “Right.”

“I’m serious!”

“A ruptured thigh muscle, Jiung. You ruptured your thigh muscle.” You deadpanned, your motherly instincts firing up. “That’s a big deal! Just sit down and eat your chicken, okay?”

“Fine…” He grumbled, pouting as he pulled on his gloves.

“So, how are you feeling about it?”

“About the leg? It’s fine. Honestly, it doesn’t even hurt that much.” Jiung paused to take a bite of the cheese ball, eyes closing in pure bliss as he did so. “So good. This always hits.”

“Okay, but that’s not what I meant.”

“What do you mean?”

You sighed, reaching for a can of beer and opening it for him. “You know what I mean…”

He accepted it, taking a big gulp as he thought through his response. “It’s… fine.” Jiung looked down, suddenly taking a lot of interest in the box of fried chicken in front of him.

“Are you really okay? You were preparing for such a long time. Your mum even told me that you were practising non-stop, even on Seollal, and most of Christmas through to New Years. She said she could only send you banchan this year and was really sad about not seeing you back home.”

“Hey,” He looked up. “Are you here to visit your sick neighbour or to guilt trip him for not visiting his family?” Jiung said before biting into a bburinkle flavoured wing.

“Firstly, ex-neighbour. You moved out years and years ago. Secondly, I’m not trying to guilt trip you. I’m just trying to make sure you’re okay.”

“Well, why do you care if you’re just my ex-neighbour?” Jiung countered in a quiet voice.

“That’s not what I - ” You stopped, sighing. “Okay, we both know you’re not just my ex-neighbour.”

“What am I then?” He looked you straight in the eye.

The two of you engaged in a tense staring contest before the eye contact and the intensity behind his lids freaked you out. “My… My friend, okay? Geez, that’s not the point. Stop deflecting, Choi Jiung. I’ve known you for over a decade and you’re still the same. Always trying to avoid talking about your feelings.” You huffed, passing a pair of chopsticks to him and sliding over the container of tteokbokki.

Jiung nodded his thanks, accepting the cutlery and digging in.

Silence ensued as the words hung over the pair of you. You ate quietly while Jiung slurped up his rice cakes like a starved man. He set down his chopsticks once he took a big bite, sighing. “Okay, fine. You got me. I’m not okay.”

“See! Jiung, you have to talk about your feelings.” You stopped, hands coming up to make vague gestures in the air to emphasise your point. “It’s important! You can’t just keep everything inside. Like,” You picked up a can of unopened beer. “Like this. If you keep it bottled inside and shake it too much, it’ll explode completely and make a mess. Please, just talk to me about it. How are you feeling, Choi Jiung?”

He grimaced internally at the use of his full name, the name his mother would use whenever she got mad at him. “Yeah, I’m not okay. I’m so not okay, Y/N.” He sighed again. At this point, you grew slightly concerned that he would then hurt his nostrils from heavy sighing. You shook the silly thought away to focus. “I’m not okay, because, you know what, yeah. You’re right. We have been practising for so long, and so hard. And I was so excited, and had so many sleepless nights trying to figure out how to do my solo, and what lyrics would go well for the song, and how to set up the stages, and what outfits would go together, and, and…” He took a deep breath to calm himself. Jiung could feel his eyes heat up and the corner of his lids prickling, tears beginning to gather slowly but surely. “And for all that to be taken away from me, it just feels so, so unfair.” His voice sounded so small and vulnerable, your heart cracked a little bit for him. A stray tear escaped, rolling down his cheeks.

Immediately, you use the ends of your sleeves to dab away at his tears. Nodding, you encouraged him to go on.

“And… And I really wanted to visit Japan. Shota was gonna bring us to all these places, we were gonna have dinner with his family, and I was really looking forward to being back in America. I really wanted to walk around LA again, and see the huge trees, and…” Jiung paused again, trying to compose himself. “And I’m just really sad I can’t see the fans. I feel so bad, like I let them down, and I know that for some of them this is a once-in-a-lifetime thing to see us and I let them down and - ”

You didn’t allow him to continue - you simply stood up from your seat and sat next to him on the bed, enveloping him in a hug. “And that’s enough, I’m not gonna let you continue talking down to yourself like that.” You said in a hushed voice. You weren’t too sure why you were whispering, but it felt like the right thing to do.

Jiung shut up promptly, closing his wet eyes, and burying his face in your sweater. He breathed in your scent, a mixture of your fabric softener and jasmine, and felt at ease. He was transported back to simpler times - growing up in a high-rise apartment in the outskirts of Seoul, catching cicadas by the stream next to your house, and running around the parks until the sun went down.

You stayed like this for awhile, and it was like time stopped for you. You could barely breathe from how close you were to Jiung, someone you had admired for a long time now - initially from up close, close enough to count the eyelashes on his pretty face. And now from afar, through a screen. Initially, you wrapped him in a hug to stop him from talking about how he let his fans down, but now, you were just enjoying his warmth. Jiung hugged you back tighter, and you could feel the ends of his orange hair tickling your neck.

It was Jiung who broke the silence. “You feel the same - smell the same, even.” He mumbled, lips too close to your skin for you to maintain a healthy heartbeat.

“Yeah, well…” You hated yourself for pulling away, but you had to do it to check up on him; make sure he was okay. “Moving out to the big city made me crave familiarity. So I had to ask Mum to send me a picture of the softener she used for our clothes when we were growing up.”

Jiung smiled at that. “That’s nice.” He liked the idea of you calling your mum about something as simple as laundry. Often, he felt like his calls back home were the opposite of mundane - his mother would ask him where he was flying to that weekend; he would reply with the destination and tell her that he was working on a few new songs. She would tell him to eat well and not sleep too late; he would reply in the affirmative, hiding the fact that most of the time they were recording in the wee hours of the morning. It seemed like you were worlds apart. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel more than grateful to have a friend like you in his life to keep him grounded. Someone from his previous life, as a child, before he was P1Harmony’s Jiung - when he was just himself, just plain old Choi Jiung. A boy from Anyang. A boy with big dreams. Just a regular boy.

“Also, I’m sure your fans understand. And they’d want you to rest! Trust me,” You paused, “Everyone on SNS has been commenting to wish you a speedy recovery but also saying that this is a great opportunity for you to get some well-deserved rest. You guys never seem to rest these days. A comeback and a tour? You must’ve been so busy..”

Jiung laughed, amused. “You read the fan comments?”

“What? Of course! Why are you surprised?”

“Wow…” Jiung replied. “You know, we kinda lost contact when we were in high school but when you reached out again a few years ago I really did think it was because you suddenly missed me. Now I know why…”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you reach out because you were a fan? I always believed your story - I thought it really was because you bumped into my mum back in Anyang and she passed you my new number.”

“I mean…” You fumbled. Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. “That happened! I swear!”

“But…?”

“No buts! That is definitely what happened.”

“Right… So who’s your P1Harmony bias? Tell me.” Jiung teased, lips curling into a cheeky grin. He passed you the beer, urging you to drink. “Drink up and tell me. Don’t worry, I can set you up with them. Just tell me.”

You took a huge gulp as you whacked him on the arm.

“Hey! That hurt!”

“You deserved it.” You mumbled.

“So, who is it?” Jiung still wouldn’t let it go.

“You don’t need to know.” The tips of your ears were warming up now. You distracted yourself by munching on some wings, hoping he would just drop the topic already.

“C’mon, I deserve to know, at least.”

Just then, your phone, which was on top of the table, lit up with a Kakao notification. Your eyes widened in alarm, suddenly remembering that you had just recently changed your wallpaper to a (very cute) photo of Jiung from their most recent music video. With your clean hand, you reached over to grab it before Jiung could see it.

But alas, you were too slow. “Oh…” Jiung mused, getting all cocky. “I get it now.”

“What do you get? There’s nothing to get.” You forced out a laugh, flipping your phone the other way and burying it under your seat.

“Y/N…” Jiung drawled out the syllabus of your name in a teasing yet slightly dangerous way, as if he had an evil master plan. “Tell me something, and be honest.”

“Nope, I refuse.” You said, shaking your head vigorously.

“Do you like me?”

You continued shaking your head no and chewing in silence.

“Be honest, I’m not gonna judge you. Am I your bias?”

“Shut up, I refuse to answer.”

“Ah, so I am right.”

“That’s not what I said!”

“You didn’t have to say it, Y/N. I can tell… Just admit it. You like me.”

“No! This is so embarrassing…”

{ epilogue }

The nurses filling out their charts at the station giggled and gossiped over their dinners.

“So, what do you think is gonna happen?”

“Gosh, watching them is so frustrating. Like, just confess already!”

“I know right! I almost want to do something about it. Like slip them a note or push them into each other or something.”

“Ah, the beauty of young love…”

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haveyoureadthishorrorbookpoll · 1 year ago

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Have you read...

note: If you did not finish but feel you read enough to form an opinion, you may choose a ‘Yes’ option instead of 'Partly' (e.g., Yes, I didn’t like it). Interpret "neutral or complicated" however you like, I intended this category to be a broad option between like and dislike.

John Dies at the End is a comic lovecraftian horror novel written by Jason Pargin (aka David Wong) that was first published online as a webserial beginning in 2001, then as an edited manuscript in 2004, and a printed paperback in 2007, published by Permuted Press. STOP. You should not have touched this flyer with your bare hands. NO, don't put it down. It's too late. They're watching you. My name is David Wong. My best friend is John. Those names are fake. You might want to change yours. You may not want to know about the things you'll read on these pages, about the sauce, about Korrok, about the invasion, and the future. But it's too late. You touched the book. You're in the game. You're under the eye. The only defense is knowledge. You need to read this book, to the end. Even the part with the bratwurst. Why? You just have to trust me. The important thing is this: The drug is called Soy Sauce and it gives users a window into another dimension. John and I never had the chance to say no. You still do. I'm sorry to have involved you in this, I really am. But as you read about these terrible events and the very dark epoch the world is about to enter as a result, it is crucial you keep one thing in mind: None of this was my fault.

submit a horror book!

#John Dies at the End #David Wong #jason pargin #horror books #horror #bookblr #books #comedy horror #sci fi horror #horrorbookpoll #lovecraftian

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mycoblogg · 1 year ago

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Going off the inkcap into ink ask, apart from food and ink, what else can I do/make with fungus?

here's a little list !! :-)

with artist's conk brackets, you can use the underside for drawing as - when the flesh is scraped away - there is a brown layer underneath. when it dries & hardens the art will keep for a long time :-)

mushrooms that contain psilocybin are used as psychedelic drugs - the most potent is p. azurescens.

many different fungi can be used as dyes -

many moulds are used in food manufacturing processes, for example when making cheese or yoghurt.

you can purchase mycopesticides to control pests.

yeast is a fungus that we consume every day through beer, wine, soy sauce & bread products. :-)

that's about all i've got for you, luna !! <3

#• askbox replies: •#(ask : luminousmoon21)#[ganoderma applanatum]#: artist's palette :#: artist's fungus :#: artist's conk :#: artist's bracket :#: bear bread :#||#fungi #mould #mold #fungus #mycology #[psilocybe azurescens]

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burninglesbian · 2 months ago

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I've written this review on letterboxd for the John Dies At The End movie (didn't really like it). I thought I would post it here as well in case people wanna add or disagree with something :)

It's not the worst movie-adaption, yet it's far from good. It's not really a John Dies At The End and more of a Jeff Passes Away After The Third Act.

The acting is fine. The two mains that play John and Dave have good chemistry and play their dynamic well.

The cinematography is decent on the surface-level but for a book as crazy and trippy as this one, it’s too simple. Even the scenes where Dave is high on the soy sauce it just looks a bit too regular and average. When the sauce material has monsters, alternate universes and sentient drugs that bend time and space you have the opportunities to be creative with the camera work. Sadly that opportunity wasn’t used.

The writing: I can’t give the movie much credit because pretty much all of the scenes are word-for-word copies of scenes in the book.

Practical and visual effects: While the third act looks truly cheap and cheesy, everything that comes before that is quite good for a low budget film. While not all the creatures look like the way they were described in the book, they seemingly use practical effects for the monsters for the most part, which I adore.

Comparing it to the book, however, truly highlights all its flaws. I was expecting some of the book stuff to be cut because a 500 pages long book doesn’t fit into 90 minutes. But I was negatively surprised to find out that two thirds of the book has been cut. Two of the best thirds, to be exact. And the things we did get were focused on the wrong things. While the book is hilarious, what makes it stand out so much was the perfect balance of horror and comedy. At times you feel like crying from laughter, and then you need to take a moment to breathe after the tension. Sometimes even at the same time. The movie was pure comedy and didn’t once try to be a genuine horror story, unlike its bookish counterpart. They have cut every scene that caused genuine tension and terror.

On top of that it feels like the movie didn’t understand that the story also explores deeper themes and can get dark and serious at times. The prologue scene is the perfect example of that missing understanding. The prologue, the funny take on the ship of Theseus philosophy, is a funny way to start the book and introduce us to the writing and the humour but overall doesn’t have anything to do with the rest of the story. Except that it does, because it’s direct foreshadowing to the terrifying final plot twist. Well, the movie started the same way, with the direct adaption of the funny ship of Theseus philosophy, only that the ending doesn’t include the gut wrenching plot twist. Why? Because apparently, the book lost the film makers whenever it got slightly beyond “funny monster shenanigans”.

The dry two-dimensional characters from the movie are also very frustrating. John is the funny frat-boy and Dave is the straight guy, that much they got right. The fact that they are so much more than that, and that John has a genuinely good heart while Dave has a very dark and twisted side to him, is nowhere to be found. And how come they merge the two female main characters into one (another questionable choice), and she still doesn’t have any personality? They managed to copy every scene directly from the book and still make it a badly written story just by the choice of what to keep and what not to keep. Which is a talent in itself, considering the book got away with so much bullshit.

Overall the movie is a very cheesy b-movie with questionable pacing and unexplained lore. It’s fine if you like that kind of stuff and is definitely not the worst thing I have watched. But if you’re looking for a good adaption for the book John Dies At The End this is not it.

Would I recommend the book to someone? 100%. Would I recommend the film to someone? Only if they really like cheesy b-movies. Would I recommend the book to someone and then the movie afterwards? No.

#jdate #john dies at the end #movie review #jdate movie #jdate 2012 #david wong #john cheese #amy sullivan #jason pargin #this book is full of spiders #what the hell did i just read #if this book exists youre in the wrong universe

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cloned-sheep97 · 3 months ago

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Cdn albums' vibe (sumarized)

Soy una arveja: I hate furries! Not because i think they're zoophiles... In fact, im a zooph-

Emilio García: I love torturing children!!!! *Pees on the christmas potato puree and everyone thinks is butter*

Canciones del corazón: ugh... I need a kinky femboy that doesn't have a gag reflex </3

Otra navidad en las trincheras: Straight sex, gay sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex. WE ARE THE SEX NATION

Barranca Abajo: Noooo my crush rejected me,... Its time for me to become emo *17 year old José Barrancas invoques the devil itself but then regrets becoming emo after Ñu fucking dies*

El tren bala: Rated +7 (E, everyone) for suicide, sex, drugs, political lider fucks up and gets drunk, CDN makes a pun between silk and "putting it in" (Tela va a poner ≠ Te la va a poner) grooming, hypnotization, adultery, constipation, mental distress, political corruption and people from puerto rico

Revista ¡¡Ésta!!: LOCAL MAN DISCOVERS THAT EATING DOES NOT INVOLVE FEET!!! *turns out to have the catchiest hook on all music history*

Cortamambo: Rated +18, we have a song internalized xenophobia and racism, wanting a sugar mommy, your boss is fucking the secretary and you know it, body horror relating Siamese twins, a song similar to the book Lolita except...so much worse... Santiago tavella goes on his way to cheat on multiple women, boobs in cover, stupid song about stupid horny seals. YET, we get the +18 mark because we made a song making fun on devoting more your religion than your own menta health. Yay

RARO: I- *sniff* I don't know what to do now!!! *Cries* Help me... *6 am Alarm goes off and instantly whipes out tears* Okay, gotta stop crying, its time to go to work...

Bipolar: I wish i could remove my two ribs so i could give myself a BJ, I'd deserve it for being that awesome sauce

Porfiado: *grabs the soap dispenser that was sitting next to the napkins and begins to start spraying the soap on top of the napkins* hehehehehehhe

Habla tu espejo: im such a little potato <///3. Why does everybody think im a problem? :( i mean.., i am but... I wish i wasnt</3

AZ: okay it turns out this album is not as bad as i remembered.... Although lamina once....*BARF*

Jueves: Oh your grandmother died? How cute... Try to cry about it and you're getting kicked from our sigma male club

Lamina once: Nobody understands me... Why is the world so messed up? </3 People today only look at their phones and argue with pronoun people on twitter...</3 *Paints nails, puts on blue hair dye, uses they/them prns and uses their phone like water (8 times a day)

#el cuarteto de nos #cuarteto de nos #shitpost #shitposting

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tamamita · 1 year ago

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What counts as intoxicating effects vis a vie haraam? Like can you use weed for anxiety, other things like caffeine that aren't "intoxicating" but have effects on you like that? Also, if the effects of intoxication are nuetralized, is that allowed? Like can you use alcohol in cooking?

(Asking both out of curiosity and i like to make sure everyone can eat my dishes at a potluck)

Anything that clouds your mind is usually considered "intoxicating". Various drugs and alcoholic beverages fall into this category.

Nevertheless, weed is halal provided it is used for medical purposes. As for alcohol in food, as long as it's not from an alcholic beverage such as wine and beer, which are both considered ritually impure. Industrialized alcohol that is used for fermentation, such as vinegar, soy sauce and etc are halal.

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mintyisms · 1 month ago

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The Game Grumps Play Danganronpa V3

Chapter One Starters

"I knew you could dip your balls in soy sauce. That was never a question."

"He's a brilliant man who was raised by wolves."

"I'll just ignore how ridiculous those last two statements were."

"No one can read the air; the air has no letters."

"Look at that juicy booty on [name]."

"All she did was take a shit and die."

"I know exactly how to fluff your pillows before I smother you with them."

"I'm gonna go chainsaw some fuckers."

"I saw Titanic for the first time last night, so I'm in a good mood."

"Why the fuck are we in the library?"

"That was the grossest fucking burp I've ever had in my life."

"I'm gonna go hug my pillow."

"So we're gonna kill that guy first, right?"

"I'll sign your yearbook after I'm dead."

"Shoot, how did all these Magnum condoms get here?"

"The girls bathroom isn't going to look at itself."

"Maybe everyone should wash their ass."

"The situation is actually pretty fucking far from ideal."

"I was just going to play piano and hope for the best."

"There's a lot of brooding going on in this room."

"He wanted to die anyway, right?"

"Just let me put some fucking pants on."

"I stuffed that vent full of copies of Horton Hears a Who."

"You brought tape made from ducks?"

"My parents were killed by detectives. They held their magnifying glass at the right angle and the sun fried them."

"I think it's the murderer's fault."

"I woke up with a Popsicle in my mouth."

"I'm going to have to kiss him. A lot."

"Why would any man ever come to a library?"

"I guess when you wear ill-fitting shoes your shoes are itchy."

"I was writing poetry in the Fibonacci sequence."

"I'm not very good at piloting drones, hence why my hair's all fucked up like this."

"The bear made me do it."

"He has a sculpted buttocks and beautiful lips."

"I have a feeling that like nine or ten more of our friends are still going to die."

"Can a robot love?"

"If you'll excuse me, I need to regrease my shotput ball shooter cannon."

"This simultaneously sucks and is awesome."

"Is he on drugs?"

"Maybe he was killed by a ghost."

"He found the secret washing machine."

"Do you know the combination to my heart?"

"She's so inspiring with the words she's saying that don't mean much."

"See that six pack? I've been working out."

"It's fine that you're wrong. Very wrong. Stupid and wrong."

"I was just enjoying a California roll."

"Do you know martial arts or something? Why are you always doing these poses?"

"I suggest you all update your LinkedIn profiles."

"I'm thinking of writing a self help book."

"I find it hard to believe you didn't notice she did all this."

"I'm going to make a notation of when she murdered him in my handy dandy notebook!"

"I think gravity killed him."

"I searched through the CDs, but all I could see was deez nuts."

#roleplay meme #rp meme #sentence meme #sentence starters #roleplay starters #rp starters #[ quote ]#[ meme ]

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eyeless-jeff666 · 11 months ago

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Love Hurts (Part 2)

Yandere!Jeanist again except I prefer he didn't hurt or kill people. So he didn't lol. The Erikas are an idea I got from one of the Black Butler musicals that absolutely wrenched me free of every tear I could have possibly shed. Thanks again anon for the ask! :)

The first part has an open ending which I also liked so this isn't necessarily the only possible one :) Angst, positive ending, Yandere

It’s been weeks since Shinya had been taken away by Tsunagu. He was still tied to the bed, his limbs so numb they didn’t even hurt anymore. The blonde had been treating him nothing but well, aside from the involuntary kisses, but even those were kept short and gentle. Shinya thought that if Tsunagu had admitted something sooner, they could have even been a couple. He wouldn’t have suspected anything.

“My little fiber, I brought you rice balls. Please eat something?”

He asked; for a good reason. Shinya hadn’t accepted food in two days and was starting to be really hungry. It wasn’t that Tsunagu had drugged it again since kidnapping the Ninja hero, but it felt so wrong to accept his favorite food now. The Denim Hero sat down by the bed, holding out one of them for the younger one to take a bite. Smiling widely as he did so:

“Oh, I’m so glad. I was beginning to think you were sick. Is it good? I made it as always. Do you want soy sauce?”

“No thank you, Tsu.”

Shinya replied, calmly, as if nothing was wrong. This had worked those past weeks; it was almost scary how normal Tsunagu acted; he wasn’t forceful, wasn’t pushing him at all, always spoke with the same kindness his voice had held since the two of them had met. He seemed content with Shinya just being there, living in his own delusion of being happily married. Shinya wasn’t scared at all which allowed him to think rationally; the other heroes should come soon, probably having a very clear plan ready. Knowing Jeanist’s patterns would give them at least an idea of where the two of them might have disappeared to.

“Tsunagu? Can I ask you something?”

He asked carefully, catching the taller one’s attention:

“Of course, anything.”

“Why didn’t you confess to me? Earlier, I mean. Why did you keep this to yourself?”

It was a question asked in genuine curiosity. Why had the man let himself fall so deep into this pit of obsession and heartache?

“Oh! Oh, that’s easy. You never paid attention to me, the way you did to others.”

Hearing this hurt, but Shinya knew he was right; he had always seen Tsunagu as a friend, and seeing him flirt with others, of any gender no less, must have hurt like hell. Shinya understood that.

“Were you scared to lose me? We could have talked about it. We’ve known each other for so long.”

“I couldn’t live if I lost you, my darling.”

The denim hero replied, his voice sounding full of genuine fear and pain. He stayed silent until Shinya finished eating, then stood up, looking towards the door; like he was waiting. Of course, he knew that somebody would be coming to take away his love. To steal the medicine to a pain he couldn’t handle any longer. Shinya noticed his gaze:

“Tsu. Tsunagu, look at me.”

It was surprising to hear that, but the blonde did; his eyes shining with a strange mix of emotions. The bit of light that was shining in through the pulled-down blinds looked pretty on Shinya’s face, but with each passing day, his tied-up body felt more and more out of place. Tsunagu was trying to push down that feeling but he couldn’t. He went over, laying down, and caressing Shinya’s face, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, with a sadder expression.

“Are you happy seeing me like this? Unable to move? With no choice?”

Shinya asked, wondering just how deep this delusion Tsunagu had built up was; feeling like it had become more shallow. It was silent for a moment, time ticking by awfully slow, but there was no tension. Just silence and Shinya allowed himself to turn his head after a while:

“Tsu, please answer.”

“I can’t. I don’t want to.”

“Why is that? Because it becomes real when you do? I promise you, we can figure something out.”

The older one’s caresses became more firm, not in a mad way, it wasn’t angry at all, it was desperate. Scared, he was scared:

“I was so happy, having you with me, being able to kiss you. I was happy seeing you all the time but it feels.. wrong now. I want you... I want... I..”

“You are such a clever man, Tsu, you know you will be going to prison right? I can plead for you. If they believe me it’s not Stockholm. I can get you mental help.”

Shinya explained, giving a gentle smile for the first time in weeks, as Tsunagu only listened:

“Wouldn’t you like it if I visited you every day out of my own free will? If I came to see you because I care about you and not because you have me restrained? You haven’t hurt people. You haven’t killed anyone. Tsu, you are not beyond help. You just need to allow yourself to get it.”

“But I kidnapped you. I drugged you and stole you.”

Tsunagu said, and Shinya saw a single tear on the other’s cheek. The atmosphere was weirdly calming, and the gray-haired man continued talking:

“I forgive you for that. You need help, help I can’t give you and I know you’re not going to be happy like this long-term. I will make you a promise if you agree. I promise you will not lose me as a friend. I will not leave you. I will not let you serve more time than the court gives you. But I want you to promise in return to get help. There are good mental facilities, they are not all bad. I will support you.”

“But.. but you won’t love me.”

“Tsu, there are more kinds of love than romantic. I love you as a friend. I care about you so much. I want you to be okay, and I know you are not a bad person. You aren’t, you are a hero. I’ve known you for so long, and you are kind and nice, and talented. I admire you. But you have to prove to everyone that you can be good.”

Tsunagu was about to reply as the door flew open with a crash; seconds before people stormed in; Endeavor and Mirko first, followed by Hawks, all ready to fight and Tsunagu looked at his love with fear in his eyes.

“Don’t attack!!”

Shinya yelled, and the three froze, keeping out anyone still outside the door. One last kiss fell on his lips before Tsunagu got up from the bad, calmly and slowly how he had been taught to in a situation like that. He slowly raised his hands, closing them into fists to signify he wasn’t going to use his quirk on them.

The heroes all looked confused, even more so as Tsunagu began to cry more, with heartwrenching sobs, not resisting at all as Mirko pinned him down. Shinya asked her to be gentle, and Jeanist only moved his hands to free Shinya from the threads holding him trapped against the bed; it hurt to move his limbs after so long, but he could stand with Hawks’ help:

“I will keep my promise, I hope you know that Tsu. I want you to get better. I will just need to see when I can visit you. But I promise you I will come. It might hurt until then, and you might feel like I will not, but I promise you so much that I will.”

The days passed, it was a struggle for Shinya to rush through checkups, assuring the doctors and his colleagues he was fine. It was a struggle to get through psychological checkups and to convince people that his care for Tsunagu was genuine and not a result of trauma. It wasn’t Stockholm, because the feelings were the same as before; he wanted to be the blonde’s friend and wanted him to be happy. He couldn’t love him romantically, but he could platonically. And could and wanted to support him. It took a lot of convincing, especially to Endeavor and Mirko, to be allowed to go see Tsunagu again.

And when it was finally time, he brought a single Erika flower to the prison; Tsunagu looked terrible when Shinya saw him; thin, like he hadn’t eaten, and tired. His mind had probably gotten to him and he surely must have wondered if the younger one would really come.

“Hey. I finally made it. I’m sorry it took so long.”

He spoke gently, watching as the other perked up and came to the cell’s door:

“Shi.. I was-“

He started, but the younger one interrupted him; smiling and handing him the flower:

“I know. I had a hard time trying to be allowed to see you. I brought you a flower. Erikas signify friendship, I thought you might like it as a promise.”

“But flowers wilt..”

“I know they do. But our friendship won’t. Not if you get the help you need. If you promise to try your best to get better. And I make another promise; until your heart feels better, I will not start dating. Not Ryukyu and not anyone. I want you to be comfortable. And I don’t want you to feel like I do anything to hurt you on purpose. So I will wait.”

The blonde stared for a moment, then slowly nodded; he wanted to say Shinya didn’t have to do it but he appreciated it too much for that. His heart throbbed so badly already at the knowledge that the younger one would never reciprocate his romantic feelings.

“It hurts so much.”

“I know, Tsu. That’s why I hope that the facility you’ll be brought to will help. If you make an effort, they will shorten your sentence. I pleaded for that. I went through a psychological check-up, one that deemed me in the right state to make such a statement. It hurts me too to see you in pain like that. But I can’t soothe it by making myself unhappy by faking feelings that aren’t there. But a friendship isn’t worth less than a romance. I hope you know that. You won’t lose my attention. Not again.”

He said, taking the other’s hand through the bars; it was warm, and soft, and comfortable. For a moment they just stood there, calmly, and listening to the noises of other people talking:

“If you want to be a hero again, and regain everyone else’s trust, you will have to work really hard for that. I cannot promise it will be a success. I cannot promise you will be okay. I can only promise you that I will be there but only if you try.”

“What if I won’t be better?”

“I am optimistic. I know you. But if not then we will have to see from there. It’s normal that there won’t be instant improvements, and it’s normal for there to be declines from time to time. I want you to know that so you don’t lose hope. You will need that hope and you can’t give up.”

Shinya spoke, his voice still soft and calm. Tsunagu looked at him, being the one to let go of the short one’s hand:

“What if I tried only for you?”

“Then you still try. I’m sure you will be able to do it for yourself, once you start improving. I just want you to know you’re not alone at all. I know your mind will plague you enough.”

For the rest of the allowed visitation time, the two talked; not always about relevant things, some moments were spent entirely on memories, jokes and plans. Shinya promised to take him skating again. To have movie nights and dinners still. Tsunagu even agreed to try and speak with Ryukyu as well about everything. Once her anger died down.

Months flew by like minutes, and the mental facility Tsunagu stayed at permanently now, after his seven-month-long prison sentence, helped him greatly. Therapy was provided and he could speak freely about his feelings. His obsession and the unbearable pain. He was trying different medications, all safely observed by doctors, and Shinya visited him often. After around three months, other heroes had also started seeing him again. Especially scary was the moment of Gang Orca stomping towards him, causing him to flinch thinking he’d hit him only to be pulled into a tight hug.

“Tsunagu how much of an idiot are you?!”

He had said, but with the explanations and Tsunagu’s attempt at redemption, was more worried than angry. Shinya forgave him after all, so he was willing to do the same. It didn’t change what he did and that certainly wouldn’t be forgotten, but there was room for forgiveness nonetheless.

There was improvement, good improvement, only interrupted by days where Tsunagu felt like dying; pain overwhelming him along with despair of having surrendered without a fight. He was upset those days, angry with himself, and the only talking he did with people was when he asked the staff for some time alone. As alone as they let him be at that point. But overall, the worst thing about this facility was that he couldn’t wear his beloved denim fabric; trapped in ugly uncreative clothes he wanted to pimp with literally anything.

After over a year, he was allowed to return to his own apartment; still needing to serve mandatory therapy sessions, but overall free again. He did a lot of social work during this time, soon retaking leadership of his agency. Many of his sidekicks had left, while others stayed loyal to him albeit with cracked trust.

The pain was also a loyal companion, but now it wasn’t as bad. He wasn’t keeping it hidden to himself. Shinya wasn’t unaware of his feelings. Everyone knew now and everyone supported him when he needed time. It wasn’t jealousy now when Shinya was with Ryukyu, it was something else he couldn’t explain. But he got the other’s attention in equal amounts now, and the platonic aura, the different look Shinya gave him began to feel like something special rather than something bad. They were best friends. They could rely on each other. And fight together and even though he would never wake up to kiss Shinya, he could still wake up laughing with him after falling asleep on the couch during a movie.

But what was even stronger than the pain was the pure happiness of not losing Shinya’s light. He would be able to appreciate the friendship fully, one day, he knew that he could, if he just kept on putting effort into accepting the help that had been long overdue.

And that brought him a spark of peace he’d never felt.

#best jeanist #edgeshot #mha #fanfiction #tsunagu hakamada #shinya kamihara #edgejeanist #bestshot #yandere tsunagu hakamada #yandere best jeanist #angst #good ending #happy ending #ryukyu

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stonyponyofficial · 11 months ago

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20, 25, 10.

10 What's your favorite book?

hmmm off the top of my head slaughterhouse 5 ^_^ i should pick that up again tbh

20 Have you ever been caught doing the do

caught? no. we've cut it close a few times tho ha ha o_o

25 What's a controversial opinion you have

usually when people ask me this irl i go for some lefty shit i know they aren't gonna be behind, but here idk what to say bc i feel like we're all on the same page wrt like. decolonization, imperial destruction, drug legalization, president hunting etc. maybe some food opinions will get us riled up. uhhhh u know that post on that vegan subreddit "half an avocado with white rice and salt, add soy sauce if u think ur better than me"? first time i saw that, it looked soooooo yummy 2 me i actually started cooking myself rice and veggies more bc of it (and yes w soy sauce bc im better than that poster)

haha yaaaay more questies just for me pls !!!!!

#violet originals

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haecien · 1 year ago

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Scenario: @glosskirt is reading my roomiemixup panels

Gloss: crack?... like the drug?

Cien: NO??

Glass: Cause I'm into that/j

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Glass: "You spent 100 dollars on a tiger shit- SHIRT"

Cien: *me loosing my shit*

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Gloss: Seun- SOY SAUCE!

Cien: SOY SAUSE...😭😭😭

#cienlvrs #ciencientalk #glosskirt>>>>>>#rambles

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prismaticpichu · 2 years ago

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What if Zack was the first person to notice and care that Sephiroth has a crazy strict diet and has never gone against it or had any junk food or fast food or anything Hojo didn't approve of?

Let’s be real here- Zack absolutely was the first person to notice this <3 <3 Sorry Gen & Angeal!! Not to demoralize them but I imagine those two caring about Seph, realizing he has limitations, and stopping there. They wanted to respect them. They had their curiosities, maybe a deadly impulse at Hojo after seeing a scar or two. But they were afraid of the electric fence.

Zack was NOT. He was getting in there, he was ramming into that fence, he was getting shocked, and he was going to keep climbing no matter how charred his skin got until he reached the other side. He was going to make him happy.

Zack discovers this horrifying soul blemish very early in their budding friendship, mainly because Zack was always snacking on something. Chips. Fries. Pepperidge farm cheddar goldfish crackers now with 15% more cheese. Zack finds the phrase “sharing is caring” religious, and he would inevitably offer one to his friend.

“Want one, Seph?”

“No,” the reply is automatic.

“You sure? Not even one?”

“Yes.”

“They’re tasty!”

“No.”

“You’ll love it! C’mon, buddy!”

“No thank you, Zackary.”

“It’s the snack that smiles back! It makes you happy!”

“I can’t.”

Beep beep, oooooowwwwwwhup. Alarm bells going off. It was all Zack needed to hear. Sephiroth proceeds to explain that Hojo, his caretaker (in the most air quotes sense) never let him enjoy foods that weren’t rich in nutrients. Okay, well-meaning enough. The concerning thing is that Sephiroth is 23yo and he’s still under Hojo’s snackless thumb. He doesn’t know what a potato chip tastes like, nor has he tasted ANY of the foods Zack lists. And it’s a very, very long list.

Zack’s immediate destination is the vending machine, to which he returns with a boat load of chocolate, chips, and the like. Sephiroth rejects all of it, naturally, but Zack is not a quitter. Esta no estupido either. He picks up a bag of chips and hands it out in offering, even as Sephiroth gives him that narrow-eyed, recoiling, lips-kinda-pulled-into-a-snarl face. Zack insists that he’s fit as a fiddle and that this, these chips, symbolize a step into independence. Hojo is controlling him and he won’t allow his friend to miss out on the small, amazing joys of life. He’s gonna fight this, and he knows Seph can too. The chips will set him free. The chips will be the key to his shackles, guiding him out of the prison cell with trails of salt to guide him, waiting for him to take his first crunch into the big world.

It’s a very empowering speech. Worthy of a standing ovation, maybe a trophy but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. The important thing is that it worked, and Sephiroth is holding the chip bag. He takes one out and sniffs it first. It smells salty. And like corn. Zack is terribly amused by the way he’s analyzing the chip, especially how his eyes go all kitty-roundy. It’s so cute! (Zack smushes his cheeks.) Anywho, Zack watches with all the laser-focus of a deadly stakes football game, down to the last second of the last down of the last quarter of the last game of the playoffs.

Sephiroth takes a bite.

…Oh my.

Yes… yes this is very different…

Very salty indeed… very corny.

He thinks he like it.

What ensues for the oncoming months (after the firework show) is the role-reversing of someone weaning of a harmful drug, except it’s introducing Seph to different foods on the snack pyramid. Zack takes him to the bakery, getting a platter of cookies (Sephiroth loves the snickerdoodle), orders Wutain take out (Sephiroth loves the soy sauce), and starts adding pizza to their movie nights (Sephiroth loves the meatball). He still doesn’t eat unless prompted, and still resorts to lighter meals, fruits, veggies, and wet, engineered seaweed that Hojo used to feed him. He offers Zack this seaweed one day (sharing is caring, right?), dangling it out with his head kinda canted. Zack pretty much has no choice but to accept it. He doesn’t wanna hurt Seph’s feelings.

What the HECK, HOJO? (Zack cleans his tongue with a sponge when Seph’s gone.)

It takes time, as all assimilation does, but Sephiroth makes progress. He doesn’t hesitate any more when Zack pours some of his goldfish into his hand, and Zack smiling at him so proudly makes them taste even better. Even if he selects healthy options when they order in, he’s still agreeing to order in, and Zack’s always happy to share. They end up almost always with a 50/50 split of each other’s meals on their plates—which just like the goldfish, makes the food taste even better!

Seph also develops a big sweet tooth for vanilla pudding. It’s his go-to dessert when he thinks he’s earned it! He falls in love with anything vanilla and will devour it in a heartbeat. Zack’s favorite dessert on the planet is molten chocolate lava cake, and at the bakery, which Zack worships, it’s a tag-team effort! Zack takes down the cake and Seph handles the scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side. Mission accomplished!

Because Sephiroth is Sephiroth, his metabolism is at sonic speed (high-fives Jenova). He barely gains weight at all- a perfect scapegoat for his tainted diet. But one day Hojo runs a blood test and finds that his cholesterol level has increased ASTRONOMICALLY from the last time he took one. He is not a happy camper. He demands to know what sludge Sephiroth has been eating, and Sephiroth tells him the truth. Right front and center. Now he doesn’t say who has been “brainwashing” him because Gaia he doesn’t want Zack involved, but he does say, loud and proud, that he can eat whatever he wants.

Hojo calls him a disobedient rodent. And you know what Seph does? He stands up, walks over to his father, and slaps him right smack across the face. He couldn’t control his diet because he was a BIG boy. YEAH DAD.

#ffvii #crisis core #sephiroth #zack fair #puppy zack fair #asks #man I love goldfish crackers #hojo #chuck your tomatoes here #actually Hojo’s not doing anything THAT bad I gotta be honest #it’s kinda cute in a backwards sort of way #maybe? no? kinda? yeah alright

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inkoherentbabeler · 9 months ago

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Hello everyone who will read this,

It's ya boy, the bloke who swears they will write but didn't because there is no music for the vibe I'm feeling. I've been wanting to write- or do a text rp- about something scifi like Battletech but in a much smaller scope. I am going fucking insane because I haven't been able to leave the house properly for a whole week now. I'm going stir crazy and I can't help it! I can't go anywhere because I don't have any sidewalks around my house, which is the only downside to living in the woods. I didn't take pictures of what I made this week or last because of this damn insanity and I hate it! I hate it, hate it, hate it!! I've gone back to sitting in a cool position and tossing a baseball up in the air to calm my insanity! I don't want to be sitting all day, but I can't do shit until people actually respond about job applications!

Also the lemon pecan salmon was amazing! I squeezed a lemon on top of it and put it on some white rice! On the side I put some roasted green beans and soy sauce! I'm sorry for yelling so much. By the gods, this insanity is getting to me. I'm going out later today to try a local food truck outside of a Lowes, and it sounds amazing so far. I might make a post after I get lunch to share it, just to make up for my past failures to get pictures of food.

A NEW THING HAS HAPPENED AS WELL! My little brother is getting into dnd and has finally accepted to watch things I recommend. He is watching ATLA, not the live actions, and he is watching Vinland Saga with me! He started this by watching Delicious in Dungeon and I just sat down to watch with him, thus started our new Thursday tradition of watching a show together and our Friday tradition of watching a movie together! He's getting into dnd because he all of a sudden has begun wanting dice and I asked him if he had any friends he'd want to play with where I could be a GM for them, and low and behold when he asked one of his friends he was invited to a club in his school for it! I'm helping him get prepped for it! He decided to be a half wood elf, after I described to him the ancestries of dnd. He thought that was the one to pick because all the other ancestries were too strange to him or they were simply elves, which are too long lived for him. After him and I talking about what sort of class he'd want to play, he decided on being a ranger. After going through the subclasses- because this club is in the middle of a campaign- he decided on fey wanderer because he enjoys a bit of trickery.

Long story short, because I need to get up and do something in a few minutes. He decided to be a story teller of sorts, but he has the problem of not thinking he can write stories or think of them. He's perfectly capable of it, because I've had full conversations with him about making up stories. I agreed to help him with it by writing stories for him to use, BUT I have amazing tactical genius! I plan to do this similarly to how one would ween someone would ween someone off of drugs! I plan to try to get him to write a few stories after seeing a few things from me and slowly get him to write his own stories!

But that is where I have to stop for today! I love talking as always, but I've sort of come to a point in my growth where I don't cringe at much anymore. That means I don't cringe at myself, but that doesn't stop me from fearing things. I am sort of gazing back while I can't do anything, and I like how I've grown. I hope whoever reads this likes themselves too. I just got a piece of bubble gum and it tastes sweet just like this moment in life. I wish any of you still reading have a good day!

Yours Truly,

Michael

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