#...sorry i ended up ranting oops

[cat-madhouse]

Congrats on the systemification

*another one bites the dust plays /silly*

Thanks 👍

[aliusfrater]

I so agree with you on your panic room post like the dehumanization and humiliation alone is sickening and as someone new to the show I've seen people and fanfiction when they make this as sam getting darker or being monster while whole episode he is just begging dean and also tells ruby that he just wants dean to trust him and when people say Sam manipulates dean by using puppy eyes always gets his way is just wrong because in whole show i think this is only time we see sam properly verbalise his issues that dean always takes the wheel and he trusts him because he is his brother and wants that reciprocated and dean just so cruel this whole episode in the beginning he calls sam 'weak desparate pathetic ' and fandom like yeah sam is the one self righteous and monsterous sorry for this tangent lol but i just this episode reveals such crucial struggle of sams character and most people only see last part of dean lying and say this is why he started apocalypse

i think the crux of it is that the audience quite simply lives within the box that is the same dichotomy of monstrosity that both dean and the narrative subscribes to. edlund and singer themselves hold similar fascist beliefs which is reflected in the way they direct and write; they too, subscribe to the ideal of us vs them/innocent or hunter vs monster as well as the narrative relevant structures that surround and perpetuate them. in 4.21, when sam is attempting to negotiate being looked up in the panic room, while dean insults him in between promises of protection and that the circumstances are for his own good, sam is lit by red lighting—similar to the car scene in 3.06 when a demon attempts to talk him up with the concept of leadership—representing an acknowledgement of monstrosity. sam's identity is being compartmentalised through the dichotomy of monstrosity; sam, his monstrosity, is encroaching upon sammy, dean's little brother to be protected and saved (and dean calls sam sammy while dean speaks down to sam before closing the latch and leaving sam in the panic room to 'dry out' as dean puts it) and sam's inclination towards monstrosity does indeed give dean the right to take sam's life as per 'save him or kill him' and as far as dean, bobby, sam, and much of the audience (and their concept is how monstrosity works or is dealt with) is concerned. the dehumanisation of the circumstance regarding the general state of the panic room is, i think, part of this; it's representative of exactly how compartmentalised sam's identity is regarding his monstrosity. like, 4.21 "then at least he dies human," / "most likely, he would become the next creature that you would feel compelled to kill." even 5.14, "that's not him in there. not really." / "i know." quite frankly i think his addiction is conflated with his independence as well as his relationship with ruby (especially when the role she plays for sam and how their relationship works is considered) and therefore, is also conflated with his monstrosity. like, 4.04, "use the knife!" 4.21 "it's not something you're doing it's what you are," + dean comparing sam's escape and relapse to his leave for stanford in 4.22; thesis it was never particularly about the blood. anyway, i feel like there's Much of dean's character especially relating to the way his and sam's relationship works, especially in conjunction with the aspects of the original john-dean-sam dynamic that is relevant in 4.21, that you could get into if you extract yourself from dean's conflations of many factors of sam's arc for season four that's ultimately missed by much of the audience observing through dean's perspective. there's definitely a way that lines up with many of sam's motivations to portray sam's monstrosity, the agency it inspires within him, and culmination of both of these ideas into his addiction relating to the aspects of the dichotomy of monstrosity as well as his nonrole that he breaks the boundaries of which all lead into his independence (the examples you mentioned + others like 5.05 "dean, one of the reasons i went off with ruby... was to get away from you. [...] it made me feel strong. Like I wasn't your kid brother.") and the straying of him + a post-hell dean from the dynamics of their relationship (which post-hell dean was looking for while he felt like he was losing control over himself!) but it is impossible to do so from within that box. i genuinely believe that you have to spectate the imaginary structures that supernatural imposes upon itself if you're really going to understand how sam and dean's dynamic works. the audience suffers from a chronic ignorance of sam's perspective i fear <3 (this even applies to people who are generally charitable to sam as a character usually because sam himself has a tendency to compartmentalise his own perspective in favour of dean's) welcome to the fandom lol

[theokusgallery]

Since you have a lot of opinions about Sunflower fics, do you have any recommendations :p? I do generally agree with you about the derth of good works on them - kind of hoping for something I've maybe slept on.

Okay, I'll try,

First of all — I want everyone, and I mean everyone to read Coda for a Crestfallen Caitiff by MercuriallyApathetic, who also wrote The Strange Summer of Sunny Whatshisface (still one of my favorite longfics to this day but a lot more lighthearted). Coda is a masterpiece, it makes me insane, it is criminally underrated, I want to inhale its essence, and when I first read it it gave me a panic attack and a mental breakdown that lasted three straight days (/pos). Definitely read the tags and prepare yourself mentally but JESUS CHRIST I need everyone to read it. Please. You will regret it for a few hours but it is... an experience. To me at least. And to the two people I recommended it to who gave me feedback.

Then there's sunflower seeds in the rearview mirror by @andrewwtca which remains probably my favorite multichapter OMORI fic of all time (you might spot my essay-comments in the later chapters, I love this fic so much. I didn't end up writing one for the last chapter but man did it hit me hard). Very intriguing with a captivating style and an unreliable narrator mechanic that I am absolutely in love with. Everything by that author is excellent.

We have, of course, literally everything by BetweenDisorders. Arsenic is partly inspired by one of their fics ! (you know the one.) Their characterization of both Sunny and Basil (but especially Basil, because I'm gay) makes me froth at the mouth. Their style is very recognizable and honestly one of the best I've ever seen. But more generally, they have really original and intriguing ideas (like communication, in which Basil and Sunny are two computers... Did I mention how I'm a sucker for original/unique plots and premises enough yet) and everything they do is something you've never seen before. It's amazing.

Note to Self: Don't Be Gay in Faraway Town by witheredahlia is also very, very good. It's a lot lighter, but it still made my gay little heart ache, because I'm a sucker for misunderstandings done correctly (fight me).

Detective Sunny by Det_Sun is genuinely one of the most creative, fascinating OMORI fics I've seen, and also way too underrated. It's an excellent read, and there's a bunch of ideas in it that you know go deeper than what is shown, and it makes my brain go at the speed of light. Many many thoughts about this one. (Side note: I fucking love it when there's unexplored ideas in fics. Makes my brain go brrr. Not everything has to be shown and when I see hints of "behind the scene" thoughts and character background that isn't discussed much but still implied, my brain becomes a feral animal. I don't know if that makes sense...)

[ghostcasket]

I was wondering if I could write about your gay hallmark characters, but not as continuing the story (I wouldn't do that. It would be rude as fuck) but as fanfiction for your fanfiction.

hi! thank you for asking first, i really really appreciate it! just a clarification, my piece isn't fanfiction--100% original fiction!--but yeah, go for it, write all you want, i'd just rather you didn't post it. if you really want to, please just make sure to tag & credit me so ppl dont confuse it with canon 😊 thank you!

[voxsmistress]

Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part Sixteen!

Hello my gorgeous little demons - I am so sorry this took so long to post! These past few weeks have been hell at work! But never fear, I will always get to writing when I can!

Now ... we've had Voxie's turn, it's Valentino's now ;)

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen Trigger Warnings: Sexual themes, no under 18's allowed, sexual shenanigans, second time writing smut (be kind), Val being his usual sarcastic self!

A few days had passed since your little tryst with Vox, and you were slightly embarrassed that the next day after you basically had to spend it all in bed to recover after your late evening with the Overlord. Even more embarrassed when Velvette came to check up on you and ended up laughing her head off when she realised what was going on. Valentino was a little nicer – and by a little you meant he didn’t laugh … straight away.

Anyway, after that one day of recovering you were then back to work, focusing on your social media and the upcoming catwalk for Velvette. Your songs were chosen, outfits being made and all that was left was practicing where and when you were going to sing, prance and walk. And by practice you meant again, and again and again until you had to tell Velvette if she kept making you sing over and over your voice would be in tatters for the show. Did you think she was going to give you a break after that? Your voice, yes. Your body, nope. You were made to walk up and down that catwalk, pose in various (idiotic) poses and dance your way back down the catwalk. Safe to say you were absolutely shattered.

Which is why you were currently lying down on the pink chaise lounge in Velvette’s studio; going over paperwork, the last few outfit designs for the other demons and whether any song choices would work better than the ones you had. Velvette was sat beside you, one hand tapping away on her phone and the other one running her fingers through your hair, tugging on the few tangles that were there making sure you were paying attention and not falling asleep which you were apt to do. What could you say, you loved people playing with your hair.

A grumble and a huff from her stopped you from adjusting the one outfit design and instead to look up at her to see a pissed off look on her face. What has happened now?

“You okay there, babe?” Checking on her, you sit up properly as she shakes her phone annoyed.

“That stupid piss baby is blowing up all our phones having a tantrum, like we have time to deal with his dramatics. Vox is busy which means I am going to have to deal with him and I have a hundred different things to do and I just- “ Turning her phone while she ranted so you can see the masses of messages from Valentino you hold back a sigh. He’d been so good recently it was easy to forget that he was the most dramatic out of the three of them (which if you considered how dramatic they all are is an achievement in itself!)

“Sweets don’t worry, I’ll go and chat with him you keep working on what you need to do” you stand from your seat stretching your back which was aching from being laid funny for so long. Vel argued for a few moments before relenting and passing you your phone from the table, popping a quick kiss on her cheek as you walk round her you wiggle your fingers in a goodbye gesture. Entering the elevator you pressed the button for Valentino’s floor. A quick scroll on your phone you see the various messages from Valentino progressively getting more pissed off when no one was replying. Oops. Piss baby indeed.

A sharp ping distracted you from the messages, shoving your phone into your pocket you enter Valentino’s studio. Up till now you had only made a few trips to his studio, preferring the calmness of Vox’s office, or focusing on the clothes in Velvette’s – Val’s had a completely different vibe which sometimes put you on edge. A few steps into the room you could feel the energy was chaotic already. A Valentino shouting at the two pornstars on the stage was the reason why. Sighing under your breath you could easily see he wasn’t exactly as calm as you would have hoped. Well. Here goes nothing.

Walking towards the Overlord, you nod to a few of the demons who recognised you from around the tower and glared at the ones who give you a bit of attitude who obviously don’t realise who you were. They soon would. Coming to a stop at a ranting Val’s side you watch him snap a few directions at the actors with comments on how they could (should) improve. Before he could yell action, you link an arm through his while whispering up into his ear: “is that how you are going to direct me in bed?” His head twists round so fast his glasses nearly fly off, catching them you grin up at the shocked Overlord. Shocked is definitely better than shouting.

“My amorcito (little love), what are you doing here?” Slipping his glasses properly back on his face, you can’t help but chuckle at his question.

“You ask as if you weren’t blowing up all of our phones continuously for the past hour – I’ve come to check up on you”, as you explain one of his arms wraps around your waist to drag you around the side of his chair, so now you were in front of him.

“You came to check on little ol’ me? I am touched!” His other hand was cupping your face, fingers squeezing your cheeks a little harder than normal reminding you of his festering anger. Your own hand came up to rest on his wrist as you nod, his hand controlling how much movement you had which sent a small tingle up your spine. Okay you had definitely been spending way too much time with the Vee’s because when did you get that sort of kink?

He must have seen something in your expression as his own darkened with a sinister grin, his gold tooth flashing at you. Bringing another hand to your waist he hoisted you onto his lap like you weighed nothing, squeaking at the sudden movement you placed your hands on his arms to steady yourself. He had made sure to place you with your back against his chest and two of his arms stayed wrapped around your waist pressing you closer to him.

“If you want to keep me calm little one, I suggest you stay there and stay quiet, yes?” Agreeing you rested against his chest as he shouted at the actors to start again. Sitting there you kept quiet, but with how Valentino was sat you had the full show of what the actors were doing on the stage. Adverting your gaze, a flush started to raise up your neck to your cheeks more so when you couldn’t help but take a cheeky glance. How on hell do they stay in those positions without breaking a sweat? After a few minutes of that position, Val shouted for them to change. His hands rubbing up and down your waist as well as the scene in front of you was making the jeans you were wearing mighty uncomfortable.

Doing your best to ignore the urge the relieve the pressure, you hesitated before shifting on Valentino’s lap to try and stop the seam of your jeans pressing against your clit. Moving a bit too quick, a gasp escaped your lips as small burst of pleasure flashed through your body. A chuckle against your ear made the blush grow even more. Busted.

“Comfortable Princessa?” His hushed words into your ear made a shiver run down your spine. Another chuckle from him caused you to roll your eyes. Of course he was loving this. Ready to shove his arms away from your waist and storm out, a pair of red wings encasing your body stopped you in your tracks. You hadn’t seen his wings before.

“Now sit still and keep that pretty mouth of yours shut while daddy finishes his work”, you are ready to give him some sarcastic and harsh words, but a quick hand sneaked down the front of your jeans and underwear. Slipping a finger in between your wet lips gathering the wetness up and pressing harshly against your clit made any words you wanted to say to stay stuck in your throat. Gulping back the moan that wanted to escape, you clench your thighs together to try stop him from moving his fingers.

Tutting quietly into your ear, two hands easily push your thighs apart and hold them open while the hand that was down your jeans was alternating between circling your clit and dipping into your tight hole. “Now mi carño, that bratty attitude might work with Voxie, but not with me you understand?” Your concentration was gone with the fingers that were pushing you closer and closer to the edge making you whine under your breath when they came to a stop. Blinking up at him, his free hand wrapped around your neck harshly before giving you a small shake. “Are you that starved for attention little one that you have become dumb as soon as I touch you? I asked you a question!” He snarls down at you, swallowing a groan you try to rack your brains at what he asked you before. It was so hard to think while his fingers were working you so well and that hand around your neck was just helping push you closer to that edge. Bratty. Bratty attitude that was what he asked you.

“I understand Papi” you whisper, hiding your smirk at the dark expression he gave you. A finger driving deeper into you was your retribution for the snarky comment. Worth it. He yanked your body closer to his chest by the hand on your throat, keeping you plastered against him as his other hands kept your legs open and driving you higher and higher.

“Does it turn you on that we are doing this where anyone could see us Y/n? All it takes is for me to move my wings and anyone can see you unravel on my fingers” licking up your neck making a small moan escapes your lips.

“It does, but do you really want others to see me in that position? To see me fall apart at your hands when my reactions should only be reserved for you three Vee’s?” You turn your head to stare into his lensed glare. You knew you were playing with fire. Valentino was the most jealous and possessive of the three, but he was also the most unpredictable. A thrill ran through your body as he growled into your shoulder, biting down on it hard making you groan. Shit that hurt! Removing his teeth, you see his possessive bite mark on your shoulder. The sound he let out was almost a purr as he ran his tongue over the mark, his fingers moving quicker on your clit causing you to slam your head back into his chest and hold back the moans so only a few whimpers fell from your lips.

He laughed at you, shouting a few more orders and commands at the actors being completely at ease while you were falling apart at the seams. So close to the edge you dug your fingers into his arms, whimpers and moans escaping you more often now but you had stopped caring if the other demons could hear. You were so focused on the feeling coursing through your veins you couldn’t give a fuck if the rest of the room heard you scream.

Val did some sort of voodoo move with his fingers that had you cuming without even realising that you had not just hit the edge but had flown off it. The hand that was around your throat was now across your mouth muffling all the moans and shouts as Valentino shouted cut and for everyone to fuck off out of the room.

Twitching and twisting away from his fingers that continued moving, you shook your head at Val. It was too much. Too much. You tried to get your hands down your jeans to stop him, but they were caught by his own.

“My little chulito, you didn’t think I was finished with you yet, did you?”

Fuck!

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[purin-gambler]

‘a piece of advice’ - suna rintaro

wc: 1.3k

cw: timeskip spoilers, minimal cursing

⚄ notes: bestfriend suna, fem reader, fluff, heavy implications of romantic feelings, suna might be terribly in love you as way more than friends- but you didnt hear that from me, mentions of past failed dates, suna kinda clowning atsumu at one point ( affectionate )

☁︎ a/n: i kept thinking about this troupe with suna??? the ‘hes your best friend but hes in love in you and is tired of seeing you go through other men that isnt him’ troupe and ughhh i had to write it myself. this was supposed to be a drabble oops, but i started to write it like a fic… i just might love this man. like a lot.

“i told you. you shouldve listened to me.” suna’s expression through the handheld device was deadpanned, as he knew from the very second your contact name popped up onto his phone for a video call, he would have to pull the ‘i was right, you were wrong’ card on you. all on the very same evening you would come home from this blind date, he would remind you of your decisions, and hed only received a huff of your breath in response.

clicking suna’s contact name and dialing his number was a common reflex at this point. especially during times like these. suna made it all too accessible to talk to him, knowing that he had no excuse not to answer, since the man was always glued onto that device of his no matter what situation he found himself in.

with all the times youve called, he would answer before the first ring had even rung, never wasting a second, always immediate to talk to you as if he were waiting to hear your voice again.

his willingness to chat and your endless rambles made it easy to connect, considering he was all over the country for the sake of his volleyball career. so video calls like the one you found yourselves in now were more common than youd like to admit. calls where suna found himself taking it easy in his hotel room, miles upon miles away from you to participate in a volleyball match the following morning. while you on the other hand, are on the line ranting in a frustrated manner to him. the opposite demeanors in your personalities clashing at this very moment, suna unsure of what to make of your current rambling outbursts of disappointment.

because calls like these were about men that werent him, taking you out on dates, and disappointing you again.

“i cant believe you went on a blind date with a guy atsumu set you up with.” he sneered.

with an elbow prompted against your desk to support your head resting on your hand, you slouched over your desk, the uncertainty of the matter apparent in your wavering tone. “but the guy sounded nice enough though… thought id give him a chance.”

hearing the way your voice faltered, he mused shortly after, “seemed nice? give him a chance? this guy walked out on you before you even got the bill.”

you watched the way he slouched back onto his chair, arms crossed, and not sparing you a second away from his disapproving gaze. “you couldve left first you know? but youre telling me you stayed, listen to him give you shit, watched him leave, and ended up paying the dinner for his sorry ass instead-?!”

silence was all that sat on the line, suna observing the expression sat onto your face. the display was clear as day, you embodied a disappointed frown that radiated your upsetness through his phone screen. all the time you wasted on some guy who couldn’t even spare you a glance, a ‘date’ that didnt care to let you utter a word, or understand you any more than just your name. an absolute waste of time he was, and it was a mutual agreement between the two of you. suna knowing well that you were way too good for him, and way too good for all these horrible excuses of dates you would find yourself going on. it was unfortunate to him that he knew all these experiences were accumulating in your memory, all too aware of the way they would tear you down.

these were absolutely memories you really didnt need. suna hadnt even experienced what you would tell him, but he began to grow frustrated with the way he had to hear you come home disappointed every single time. though he was never upset with you spilling all the details to him, in fact, he always encouraged it. always keeping an open ear to attentively listen to the spews of the pain and frustration you expressed onto him. listening to the way you explained how these dates wouldnt even give you the time of day. weather they had gotten too caught up in their distaste for your softer appearance, or found your personality unalienable with their own. your best friend couldnt deny his own disappointment that these guys were too stubborn to see you on a deeper level, hours gone on men who wouldnt dare to go as far as to desire any part of you. it upset him more than you knew, even though he never expressed all of it to you.

he just failed to understand time and time again, why they werent able to see you the way he did.

was it so hard? to love your curves of you body he found so beautiful, to love your face he was so happy to see, to love your voice that filled his heart with each of your words, to love the entirety of who you are and your existence without wanting to alter a single thing? he just couldnt understand.

because such a thing was as easy as breathing air for him.

loving you is just that easy.

“you know, atsumu can set volleyballs, not set you up on good dates. this better be the first and last time you take a suggestion like this from him.”

the stiffening weight of the silence between you both being fully broken once you responded with a grumbled, “lesson learned…” falling bitter from your tongue.

“good.”

though the frown on your face was all but faded, still all too prominent for his liking. he was fed up with this sight, because it was too familiar now. a light sigh escaped suna’s lips before he prompted himself forward, taking his phone into his hands.

“now give me the details. full name, photos- it can be some drivers license photo or some shitty thirst trap selfie- i dont care, occupation, date of birth- whatever atsumu showed and told you about. tell me everything.”

you scoffed in disbelief clearly laced with amusement, watching the way suna’s camera paused and cut off, indicating he was now tapping through his phone and opening up social media. ready for you to spill the details, until he was typing various combinations of your date’s name into the searchbar.

whatever he did with that information you provided him was far from your care or concern, knowing that suna was always just on his phone, doing who knows what. you assumed this was just him curiously trying to match a face to your story, since it wouldnt be the first time hes asked about these things.

though with you unaware of that growing irritation from your best friend on your behalf, you wouldnt have known that the second he found the guy, suna, with absolutely no hesitation, compiled together a little message to be sent his way. something he hadnt bothered doing before, but was sure as hell doing now. it was a message he couldve tied up in a little bow if he wanted to, hoping that it wouldve at least softened the blow of the contents written inside.

lets just say, the following morning, you received a heavily detailed apology from your previous date. a message which had caught you completely off guard and jolting you awake in the early hours of the day. staring at the detailed apology, you screenshotted the entirety of its pathetic glory, ready to relay the large paragraph to your best friend after his volleyball match later in the day.

if only you got to see the stupid look of pride on suna’s face after he received your messages.

[kanmom51]

Came here for a bitch rant

Because I could and because I wanted to.

I'm going to say this.

Now that the cat is out of the bag, now that we all know that JM and JK are enlisting together, going to be joint at the hip during their 18 months of military service, all I want to say is:

I friggin' told you so!!!

Yes.

I did.

I told you they are ok.

I told you not to worry, that nothing has changed between them.

I told you so.

But if you still don't believe me, please explain how these 2 young men managed to secure an enlistment together, as in going through the whole service side by side. And correct me if I am wrong, but as far as I know this is a first time this is done with an idol.

Only the two of them.

None of the other, as the ot7s will butt in to say, super close members.

If it's about either of their stability, safety, mental health (and not about how close they are and need each other), how is it that out of all of the members it's ALWAYS the two of them? How is it that RM isn't the one to go with JK? How is it not Tae or Hobi with JM (the best friend and 'soulmate' - yes, I did that)? But it's not, is it? Because it's about JM needing to be with JK and JK needing to be with JM. Period.

And if you don't see that, if you don't understand that, well, yeah, I guess either you are purposefully evading it (will talk about that one) or are just plain %$^&*.

Also, have to say this as well.

Now that we know that not seeing them over the past months together meant absolutely nothing about their relationship. This whole process and getting this approved, it takes time. If they haven't been wanting this for a long time and if they still at present didn't want this, well folks, it wouldn't be happening. They want this. They NEED this. And let me tell you something (been a lot of that going around today), knowing this is happening, them being together through this all, with the plus of Jin being around for the first 6 months, means that as far as they are concerned, I will definitely be sleeping well at night. Of course I would rather none of them had to go to the military, but this, my friends, is what we can call maximizing the best of a shit situation. I can sleep well at night knowing JM will be safe (we all worried about his safety, let's be honest) and JK, well, the thought of him without JM by his side. His anchor, his safe place, his catalyst, yeah. I was worried. And now I actually have a smile on my face. Kind of had it ever since I heard this was happening. Every single time I thought about their enlistment over the past few days and everytime I will after they enlist. They are together!!!

THEY ARE TOGETHER!!!

Yes folks, you heard this from RM.

Thank you oh wise leader for letting us know those two share a bed. Can you please shout it out for the ones sitting in the back?

Oops. Sorry. I forgot.

But seriously, the way the two were flustered at the end. Priceless.

So yeah, I guess that was my bratty way of telling off "oh ye of little faith"...

Will this change things up in the fandom?

Well, do you really want to get me started on that one? Not sure you do. I guess I'll suggest you brace yourself for this one...

I will start by saying that my daughters are convinced. I mean, they have kind of been getting there over the past year with JK's lives and behaviour and their interactions when we got them. But this, well yeah, this is GIGANTIC. And if you don't see it, or won't see it, then it's a you problem, not a them problem.

I'm 100% sure there will be those that continue to ot7-fy their relationship. And don't get me wrong here, I'm an ot7 gal all the way. Love all 7 of them to bits. But whoever does not and will not see that JM and JK, their connection, their relationship is just different, well they have an issue. And they will continue with this. Because for many of them to admit that JK and JM are closer with each other than with any other member, to admit that they are even the best of friends, is super problematic. Admitting that throws them straight into the boiling water. Admitting that means seeing it all. Seeing everything (the physical and emotional and sexual behaviours between the two). And doing that means two things. First, admitting that the two are together together, as in a couple, as in actually have sex with each other (to the homophobes among them that is a big no no). Second, to those who have this need to glorify the 7, and not understand that within those 7 are seven human beings with relationship that are not equal to one another. JK and Tae's relationship is unlike JK's with Hobi or JK's with RM and so forth. But more so, having a couple in the mix in their minds is possibly the beginning of the end, which is damn stupid, cause these two have been together for years now and are more ot7 than any claimed ot7 out there (you know, those claiming to be ot7 who constantly ignore or overlook Jikook interactions or for the matter of it, overlook JM, period). So, I kind of predict that won't be changing.

The spin-masters (TKKs, Yoonmin's etc.), well, they will keep on spinning. But not because they don't see it. No. But because they do!! And they need these stories and theories and plain ass stupidities to try and explain it away. The fun part about this one is seeing how every single time their story gets blown up to smithereens by facts, much of the time coming from the members themselves, but also from Bighit or others.

So, to sum it up, nothing is going to change, lol.

Well, maybe, just maybe, some of the reasonable ones out there, those that don't have their feet planted roots deep in the ground, those that do have the ability of critical thinking, they might just see it for what it is.

And if they don't well, wait till those two's travel show comes out, cause from what I'm seeing (from them - depends how it's going to be edited, but then again, how much can you edit out?), it's going to be wild.

Anyways, I do think I'll be back to post about the live, but in any case, will use this opportunity to wish all four of them a safe enlistment. May their basic training go by as fast and as easy as possible (it's going to be so cold...), and may these 18 months go by as fast as possible, but how ever fast or slow they go, I hope they keep safe and can be as happy as possible while serving their country.

I, for one, can't wait for them to come out on the other side.

See your hectic asses for Festa 2025.

[turnipoddity]

I was sooo disappointed at Uzumaki ep2 😭 Not just cause of the major dip in animation quality but the fact that they crammed like 4-5 chapters in one episode (that were all now happening simultaneously for some reason, like Kirie getting her hair cut by Shuichi (CH6) THEN immediatelly after the snails escape (CH8) and THEN after that Kazunori and Yoriko coil up like snakes and escape into the sea (CH5)) and the fact that the Lighthouse part ends (CH9, which lands Kirie in the hospital) even though we never even conclude the Jack-In-The-Box (CH7) story OR Shuichi's mom in the hospital story (CH2)? Just so weird and disorientating 😭 Like why is this all happening at the same time??? Why was Mitsuru not hypnotized by Kirie's spiral hair? (in the manga this chapter happened right after Medusa, when her hair has already been cut short...) I felt like I was going crazy watching it, just too much happening at the same time, I get it's only 4 episodes but man 😭 Sorry for rambling in your asks oops

LMFAO HELLO!!! DON’T BE SORRY i’ve had my rants and vents about uzumaki to my friends (they’re all tired of me) AND I COMPLETELY AGREE!!! i really really would prefer they just pick and choose a couple of the more important chapters rather than cramping ALL chapters in 4 episodes… with each episode’s run time around 20 minutes… that’s overkill 😭

part of me truly don’t wanna criticize bc it’s so painful tbfh like we waited for 5 YEARS dude…. KASHDKDJDJK even in the first episode, the pacing is kinda overstimulating to me too 😭 too much is happening, but moreover in episode 2…. Part of why i like uzumaki is the suspense of each events happening, the anime felt like it’s just showing us the most shocking panel without the build up, which kinda fell flat atleast for me 💀

I heard the first episode’s staff is back on episode 4 yeah?? I hope they did this scene justice…

[twstfanblog]

Honestly, I just love to hear you rant!!! My request is any au you choose, with Crewel, Rook, and Vil, together or separate, your choice!!! I think your rants are super sweet and sound so much like my own to my friends!!! It kinda makes me think of when I spent 30 minutes trying to find out how much a pint of ale cost in 1843 England for one sentence in something I was writing! 😅 Too bad I'm already following you, because I would totally follow you again! Can't send the Tumblr gift thingies though, because screw American capitalism.

(That price of ale thing is literally how deep I get into world building if Im not careful XD Most days I just go, IT'S FINE YOU DON'T KNOW JUST KEEP WRITING)

Hmmmm... I've written about them all a lot in most of my AU's, honestly. I dont have anything really rant worthy left to say about...I literally had a whole hour to think about it, so instead, I'm just gonna drop another AU so I can get you something new about them. My Manhwa AU is pretty self-serving, but it's got plenty of Vil, Rook, and Crewel sprinkled in.

Basic idea of the AU is that 'Villainess' type story. Yuu was seen as a villain in the original timeline, only to die and come back in time to when she was a child with her full memories. She vows to change her ways and not die in such a way again.

Crewel and Crowley are Yuu's birth parents (Because my AU's are just the same universes in different settings-oop) Crewel married Crowley 100% for the money and power since Crowley was an arch duke. You couldn't call it a marriage of convenience hard enough. But of course, Crewel had to have a puppy to fufill his duty. Crewel will openingly treat Crowley like the bumbling man he pretends to be, but he is an adoring yet stern father to his precious puppy. So you can imagine when she wakes up one day and doesn't act like herself at all. He's so concerned about her...

Vil isn't nobility, but he and his father are both rich and popular enough to buy a title. Both actors, Vil leaves for the performance to the point he was called a succubus by one of his cast stars (teenagers acting so good one falls in love but the other is like 'dude we were acting, calm down'). Vil holds onto his issues with always being casted as a villain but he holds it in much better because hes just happy that he's well liked enough to always perform. As he gets older in this AU he starts to really show his support for the arts and all who create it. He's even started looking for investors to help him fund an acting school.

Rook is a noble man, lover of the odd and offbeat art, no one but his family really accepted his art. But he tried and he shared it with everyone he could. Vil saw it during an artshow and kinda tore it apart publicly by going on and on about how disturbed it made him feel. The current brownnoser tried to 'agree' saying it was bad art.

Vil:

Vil: There's no such thing as "bad art", you toad. I said it disturbed me, I find it grotesque is a very...eyecatching way. It's not bad because it made me feel something.

So Rook falls in love instantly and basically hunts this mean beauty.

They end up working well together because Vil has FINALLY found someone willing to write him in a hero role and PROPERLY CRITIQUE THINGS WITH. They discus art and what makes something 'moving' vs 'shock value'. They fall in love hard for each other to the point Vil accepted Rook's proposal and is already 60% planned through their wedding. Only to realize he never told anyone when his dad asked if he was open to seeing anyone because he's been told many a young man and lady would like to court him.

(SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO DO!!!)

[cjlouwho]

I hope I'm not too late for a prompt..

Buck and Tommy enjoy waking up in the morning while cuddling eachother. Then Buck panics because he thinks he has a shift that he's going to be late to. Tommy tells him to stay a few more minutes. But Buck calls Bobby and finds out there is no shift (for whatever reason). They go back to cuddling.

this isn't morning, oops, and it's a little different than requested but I hope you like it!

Buck could sleep through anything when he was wrapped up in Tommy's arms, no exaggeration. Tommy was regularly shutting off Buck's alarm and rattling him awake himself because Buck was “too cozy” or “too warm” to hear the sound.

The only thing that would wake up Buck was his need to use the bathroom or his body naturally getting enough rest and being properly reset.

A rainy Sunday afternoon led Tommy and Buck up the loft steps and into bed. Gentle kisses, soft touches, quiet gasps, and lazy strokes left them feeling warm and cozy next to each other.

Thankful Tommy had the presence of mind to bring a towel to the bed in the first place, cleaning up was quick and easy. They were tangled into each other again quickly, with nothing but the sheets over their bodies.

Buck fell asleep first, his head on Tommy's chest, Tommy's hand running soothingly through his hair while the other rubbed up and down his back.

Tommy followed not long after, listening to Buck's relaxed breaths mixed with the rain pattering on the window.

Peaceful.

That's the exact opposite of how Tommy would describe the way he was woken up.

A shout of, “Oh my God!” jolted Tommy out of his sleep.

He looked over to see Buck slinging off his covers and running to his dresser to pull out a fresh pair of underwear.

“What's wrong?” Tommy asked, eyes darting around the room to check for a fire or intruder.

“I'm late!”

“Late?” Tommy was still half out of it, and very confused. “Late for what?”

Buck turned to him with wide eyes, hopping into his underwear. “Work!” Once he had his underwear on he leaned over the bed and grabbed his phone, showing Tommy the 6:43 on his lock screen. “I was supposed to be at work by six!” He glanced out the window, “And it's still raining! Great, it'll take even longer to get there now. I gotta call Bobby.”

“Ev, wait, just-”

“I can't wait, Tommy!”

As he called Bobby, Buck turned back to his dresser, tossing some clothes into his duffel that was lying on the floor.

Tommy picked up his own phone from the bedside table. “Evan,” he said calmly, “hang up, hun.”

“I'm not hang- Bobby! I am so sorry!”

“Buck?” Bobby answered, immediately concerned. “What're you sorry for? Something happen?”

“I overslept and my alarm didn't go off or I didn't hear it and Tommy usually wakes me up when I don't hear it, but he didn't hear it either and-” he was babbling. Babbling and babbling as he lifted his duffel and tried to zip it with one hand, tugging hard when the zipper wouldn't budge.

“Evan,” Tommy called from behind him, but Buck just waved him off.

He walked over to Tommy and dropped the bag over his lap, mouthing, “Zip this, please!”

“We had soup for lunch,” Buck continued to Bobby, and Tommy had to stop and listen to wherever the hell this was going. “We had soup and I know better than to have soup on a rainy day, that always makes me even more tired, and I was so warm, Cap. I know rainy days are busier than usual and I know you need me to be there and be on time. I am a little surprised no one tried calling me, but maybe that's all part of the lesson, ya know? Maybe-”

“Buck!” Bobby yelled from the other end of the line. “You're not late. In fact, you'd be alarmingly early if you came to work right now.”

Buck paused, stared in Tommy's direction. Tommy lifted his phone, a 18:45 on his lock screen. “I tried to tell you,” he said with a shrug.

“Oh. I- Bobby, I'm gonna go.”

He could hear Bobby laughing. Athena too. There was no way she hadn't heard his rant, even with him off speaker. “See ya tomorrow, Kid. Tell Tommy hi for us.”

Buck dropped his phone on the bed, his cheeks red, glaring at the smirk rising on Tommy's face. “I hate you,” he pouted.

“I keep telling you, Evan, this is why you need to switch your phone to military time.”

“Shut up.” Buck crawled back on the bed, dropping down beside Tommy, settling his hand over Tommy's chest. “I'm goin' back to sleep.”

Tommy put his own hand over Buck's, squeezing gently, “Want me to order dinner?”

“Mhm. Don't care what.”

“M'kay. Now, when there's a knock on the door and I wake you up, it'll probably be around seven thirty at night, not morning.”

When he got no verbal response, he figured Buck had already fallen asleep. He yelped extra loud when he received a surprise pinch to his nipple.

[roodles03]

Happy Summer!

I didn't intend for this to be a summer drawing bit it ended up being one whoops. Also sorry to people in the southern hemisphere, as this is irrelevant to you. Oops. I actually meant to make a winter themed Huntlow drawing last winter.but idk school got so busy and before I knew it it was Spring. I might still do it though... just stupidly late.

Unpopular Opinion: Summer is my favorite season. I have a lot of happy childhood memories in the summer. I always hated school (Neurodivergent thing) so summer was typically my one time of the year throughout my childhood to be any sense of the word happy. I love wearing breathable clothing, which is also an autism thing I hate wearing clothes covering my whole body I hate clothing sticking to my skin. I also get to go back to my home state every summer and see my family which is always nice. 4th of July is one of my favorite holidays (not the patriotic part just the celebrations that take place) and I love pools and swimming, (the beach is so so though)

I dunno it's always just been the best time of the year for me my whole life. I know it's not an opinion many people hold and that's okay!

Anyway, summer ranting aside, you may have noticed I'm experimenting with cell lighting lately and I think I'm really liking how things look when I do both cell shading and lighting!

[wosowrites]

The Girl in the Bleachers (Mapi Leon x Reader)

Warnings: none

a/n: also i know the national anthem isn’t sung at club games but for the sake of this story, it is. couldn’t fine the request again oops. This spun a little bit out of the storyline but it works. Also, there won’t be a part two for this, some stories just need a less formed ending.

prompt: in which the readers little sister is Mapi’s mascot for a barcelona game and when the little girl runs back to her older sister, the older sibling catches Mapi’s eye.

Jasmine was only 6, but she was the biggest Barcelona fan there was. Well, maybe after her older sister y/n. You were obsessed with both the men’s and women’s team, but being gay… it always came back to the women’s team. You were 24, and the reason between yours and Jasmines age gap was complicated. Your mother had had you at 16, and never married, and when she was 30, she wanted more kids, but found out she couldn’t. So when you were 18, she suddenly announced her and your step dad were adopting a little girl. At first, you weren’t too happy. But then you saw the baby girl, and you fell in love with her. You got her her first Barca jersey for her 6 month birthday. It was stupid things like half birthdays you did with Jazzy.

In all honesty, you could have gone pro. Bur because of a series of ACL tears and knee injuries, it just never worked out. You were now a tattoo artist, one of the most famous ones in Spain. You had tattooed multiple football players, including Lewandowski, Messi, Benzema and Vinni. It was a surprise to you that you never got to meet any of the Barcelona girls through your work, but it didn’t bother you.

When the news came that your little sister would be the mascot for the upcoming Valencia v Barcelona game, you we’re more excited than Jazzy.

On the day of the game, you dressed yourself and your sister and headed to the stadium. You had to be a bit early so that the people organizing the mascots could tell them what to do. You sat in the stands with other people ( mostly parents ) until finally, it was time. Players came onto the field, warmed up, did their thing. And then it was the walkout.

You could have passed out when you saw your sister line up with Mapi, holding her hand.

Okay so you had a little crush on Mapi? So what.

You stood up for the national anthem, waving at your sister who waved back.

Mapi’s POV

I watched my mascot wave towards the stands. I followed her eyesight and my eyes landed on a girl. She looked as though she was in her early twenties. She was wearing a barca jersey, and her smile was… well it was perfect. When the national anthem was over, I decided to walk her back to the girl. "Hey, i’ll bring you back to her?" I said, putting her hand on the girls head gently. She nodded quickly. "My sister loves you. She talks about you all the time. She screams so loud when you score. Or when you do anything actually. If she could she would have applied to be a mascot." The girl said to me. I let out a loud laugh. "Is that so?" I said. "Yeah." She said as she grabbed my hand. "What’s your name?" I asked. "Jazzy. That’s y/n."

Regular POV

Mapi and Jasmine were now standing at the stands and Jazzy had ran to you. You quickly lifted her over the railing. "I told Mapi how much you love her!" Jazzy exclaimed, making you turn bright red and look towards Mapi. "She’s- I’m sorry she’s a bit-" You started saying. But you didn’t know what to say because your little sister was right. You did love the defender. She was your favorite player. "Nah it’s all good. I’ll come back after the game?" She asked. "Yes. Yeah for sure."

You and Jazzy watched the game, Barca won 6-0, an easy dub. And as promised, Mapi comes back to you and Jazzy. "How’d you like the game?" Mapi asked, leaning on the railing. She was talking to you but Jazzy went on a rant about it. "Wow. You know your football knowledge." Mapi laughed. "It’s cause she doesn’t know how to shut up!" Jazzy said. "Jazzy! We don’t say that!" You scolded her. "You said it to Tatiana on the phone last week." Jazzy said.

Your face dropped and your eyes closed for a split second. Tatiana was your ex girlfriend. Things hadn’t finished well. "I’m sorry." You said to Mapi. "No. Really, it’s all good. She’s cute." Mapi smiled. "Hey give me your sharpie." Mapi said. You scrunched your eyebrows but did. Mapi took the flag Jazzy was holding and in the corner wrote a series of numbers.

Your face broke into a wide smile. "Is that your phone number?" You whispered to her. "It can be if you want it too." With that, she winked at you and walked off.

Two days later.

You had probably spent 38 out of the 48 hours since Mapi had given you her phone number, staring at it. You didn’t have the guts too call. You were half expecting to call the number and it being a prank dial.

But you took your courage. You were done sitting around. You picked up your phone and dialled the number. It rung twice before a voice on the end spoke. "Hola!"

"Hola, Mapi!" You said. "It’s y/n!"

You were always embarrassed about how little spanish you spoke. It was your mothers fault really, she tried to distance herself from everything to do with her family when they abandoned her for her teenage pregnancy, and that included their language.

"I’ve been waiting for you to call. Thought you had found someone better." Mapi said. "Ha! Someone better? Be serious." You laughed into the phone. "I want to see you. When can I?" Mapi said. "I can’t today. I’m on my way to work soon. Don’t you have training today?" You asked her as you put the phone on speaker and started getting dressed. "I do not. Free day." Mapi said. "What do you do for work?" Mapi asked. You pulled on a black tee shirt and rolled up the sleeves. "Um… I’m a tattoo artist. Nothing as cool as your job but I have my own studio and it’s good." You told her.

"You’re joking!" Mapi said. "I know it’s not-"

"No! No! It’s amazing. I love tattoos. That’s so cool." Mapi said, not wanting you to think she thought less of you. "Wait. No… you’re not y/n y/l/n? Are you? Like the famous tattoo artist that all the football players rave about." Mapi said, slightly fan girling. "Uhm… I’m not famous." You said, pulling on black jeans. "Holy crap! I’ve always wanted to get tattooed by you but I didn’t want to betray my tattoo artist." Mapi said. "I get what you mean. The bond you have with your tattoo artist is sacred." You only half joked.

Mapi smiled at the phone. "Hey. How many customers do you have today?" Mapi asked you. "I’m finishing a sleeve, It’ll take me about two hours, but after that I’m all free." You told her, putting on socks and lacing up beige jordan’s. "Can I come over? I don’t want to invite myself but-"

"Yes. Yes come to the studio. Please." You said, sounding a bit more desperate than you intended. "Okay then. At what time?" The blonde defender said. "1:00? The studio opens at 10:00 and my customer should be gone by 12:30. And then I’m all yours. I’ll give you the exclusive tour. And then lunch?" You pitched your idea to Mapi who was now smiling uncontrollably at her phone. "Okay. Great."

"I’ll see you soon, Mapi."

You sat at your chair, finishing up your customers sleeve. He had somehow fallen asleep. You added the last of the shading and then put the tool down. You gently shook the man awake and smiled at him. "You’re all done, Leo." You told him. He slowly looked at his arm. "Holy shit. I love it. You’re amazing oh my god." He ranted. You smiled at him, blushing from the attention. "Want a picture?" You asked him.

He nodded and you took one with his phone and one with your own, posting it to your instagram.

Only ten minutes after he left, Mapi walked into the studio. You were cleaning your tools and your back was turned to the door so you jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your back.

You turned around quickly. "Oh my god. Mapi you scared me." You laughed, hugging her gently. "Lo siento. I didn’t mean too." She told you, pulling away from the hug and smiling at you, your faces close. "So… I know I didn’t outwardly ask you, which is my bad, but this is a date right. Not just a friendly hangout?" Mapi said, fidgeting with her fingers.

"I got that, yeah." You laughed.

Mapi smiled at you and sat down in the customer chair. "I want you too tattoo me." She said.

Your eyes widened significantly, yeah, it would be the same as tattooing another customer but this was Mapi León. "What?" You said, a little loudly.

"I’ve always wanted a tattoo from you. And what better first date?" Mapi said. "It’s original, I’ll give you that." You smiled at her.

You took a while to think. "Okay. What do you want?"

"I’ve been wanting this one for a while." Mapi said, pulling out a picture of a sketch from her phone. "I like it. Let’s do it." You said.

You got out your tools and your ink and then made a sketch on paper. Mapi watched you as you drew down what she had just shown you. "You saw the picture once and then drew it to perfection?" Mapi said. "Hey, I’m the best for a reason." You said to her. You then used a trick to apply the sketch to her arm. "You like it?" You asked her.

Mapi got up and looked in the mirror. "I love it. Tat me up, mi amor." Mapi said to you.

Your heart skipped a beat and you didn’t even attempt to hide your smile.

You didn’t feel Mapi’s eyes leave you once during the half hour it took you to do her tattoo. When you were finally done, she didn’t even look at it, just at you. "I love it." She said. "Say that too the tattoo." You joked.

Soon after, you applied care to the tattoo and then decided on where to go to lunch. You chose a tapas place that was close to the studio which you liked a lot. "Wait. I need to pay for the tattoo." Mapi said, pulling out her card. "No! Think of it as me paying for our first date." You said quickly, placing your hand on her arm. "Are you sure?" Mapi asked you. "What? Is my boss gonna get mad at me? I own this place." You laughed.

"Fine. But i’m paying for lunch." Mapi said to you. You held eye contact with her, not wanting to let her pay. "Fine. You pay." You said.

"Daniel? Can you close?" You asked your employee. "Si. Buenas tardes." He said, smiling at you.

Mapi opened the door for you and you thanked her, walking out. "You don’t speak a lot of spanish, do you?" Mapi said to you. "Yeah… my mother had me when she was 16 and her family… they were very traditional and they kicked her out. I guess she just tried to forget everything about her old life and she just never taught me spanish. I hate that I barely know any." You told her.

Mapi stayed silent for a bit and then you felt a hand in yours. You looked down at your linked hands and then up at her. "I’ll teach you spanish." She said to you. You smiled at her. "Okay. I’d like that."

The sidewalk wasn’t busy, most people were at work or at school. Mapi stopped walking, holding you back and making you look at her with confusion. "The tapas place is just down the road," you said, pointing to the end of the street.

The next thing you knew, Mapi’s hand was cupping your cheek and pushing it gently too make you look at her. You looked into her eyes, they were perfect. They were everything. And then she was pressing her forehead against yours, and you were inching your lips in her direction, craving contact.

Mapi gave it to you, pulling you in by your waist and pressing your lips together. You opened your lips a bit, giving her access. But then you remembered you were in public and as much as you wanted to never stop kissing Mapi, that wasn’t an option.

"Tapas." You breathed out as you pulled away from her. "Yeah. Tapas."

[limitlesses]

𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇, 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒, 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃. He rested his wrist on his knee, propping his elbow on the other leg in favor of putting his head into his hand. There was a lengthy silence between them, one that felt natural, one that didn't make him hold his breath or anything and he knew Suguru wasn't, either. Equally so, a thousand words were fresh on his tongue, and he licked his lips absently to try and wipe some of it off.

❝ -- hey, ❞ he started, and he felt suddenly silly and small. Like he was just a boy instead of fifteen years old and -- apparently in line to become the head of the Gojo clan, considering the latest news from his parents. He let out a small, light laugh.

❝ Mind if I rant a little? ❞ He chanced a glance over his shoulder, up and back at Suguru, but found he had to dart his eyes away fast -- back to the forest beyond the school grounds. He huffed, puffing his cheeks a little to chase away the vague sense of heat rising to them over the mere prospect of his rant's chosen topic. ❝ Just promise you won't laugh ---- I mean it, I'll kick your ass. ❞

Another sigh, then, and Satoru gifted Suguru with the first notable flash of vulnerability since they first met. ❝ My parents want me to marry some girl. Keep the clan going. Picked her out and everything, all talk about genetics, continuing the bloodline, yada yada. ❞ He waved the hand with his sunglasses dismissively, huffing out another breath.

❝ She's nice, I'm sure. But ---- ❞ A pause, and he shifted his posture a little, admittedly feeling a bit shy.

❝ ---- I don't know, you know? I, uh, I don't know how to -- ...I can't just, like, tell my parents "Hey mom, dad, sorry... but I can't marry and fucking impregnate the girl you picked out for me, you know, 'cause I like boys. Oops!" ❞

He hadn't really planned on just saying it outright like that, but the moment the sentence fell out from his mouth, he let out a pained laugh ---- like it hurt, but also filled him with such relief. And fear, and uncertainty -- dread, yet freeing. He tried not to overthink the silence between them. Hard not to, but he tried anyway.

❝ It's so stuuuuupid, like -- first world problem, right? But damn if it doesn't make me feel like shit. Like I'm guilty either way ---- for not wanting to do it, and for not wanting to do it for such a -- ...bad reason. Their only son, end of the fucking line, and all 'cause I'm... -- you know? You get the picture. ❞

@svgurugeto // their earlier years & a confession.

[distortionmewtwo]

-The Unown shifts from next to Uv to spin and rotate their body in frustration outlet needing to move as they think-

How could that detail even slip your mind?? Oh this is what I shall claim as my champion this is my champion then just oop this is a child huh how did I end up with a child oh well. Just,! I cannot comprehend such a detail slipping I know time moves differently with God's when you're alive so long years can blink into seconds or months can feel like a lifespan it's all complex and disproportionate but you didn't even make plans with yourself on what sort of training you'd provide your champion when old enough?! I can understand waiting while Uv was a child but did you never set anything up in advance?? An area to play to learn coordination to dodge and dive and be wary of flying obstacles nearby, when Uv learned their first move did that not remind you that he needed to know more?? I'm sorry Giratina but your love for Uv and forgetfulness has endangered Uvs safety!

And stars above but all three of you are so stupid! You picked yours first, who's to say Dialga couldn't have foresaw these events with time powers?? I don't know if you three took an honorary oath to not use your respective ability to your advantage when picking a champion but even if you didn't you didn't even pick at the same time! If Dialga and Palkia knew and saw and sensed you picking Uv that immediately gave them both an edge in their choosing and with Palkia choosing last that gives an advantage over you and Dialga!

Non of these champions are going to be proportionate to the battle they need to partake in, Uv no training, Dialgas champion HAS had training and if Palkia has only just picked a champion who knows what kind of creature was found that Palkia feels so confident to call for a battle effective immediately. This little proxy war isnt fair by any means in terms of power levels experiences equality or anything! Save for Uv everyone else has an advantage if Dialga checked the flow of time and found a timeline with a champion which guaranteed victory and if Palkia already saw what you both picked and waited to choose a champion with power and typing advantage over the pair of you!

God's this is so stupid all of it and I hate it I hate it so so much because I know there's nothing I can say even if I convince you I don't know if your siblings will listen be reasonable and I don't know what sort of empathy and care your father has if Arceus here would even step in, you all need to be thrown into a pocket dimension away from everything where you can fight it out and sort out all your shit!

-The Unown heaves heavy breaths-

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just, I don't know, this fight isn't fair I've already raved my piece about it and I still stand by the idea you three should just ask 3 rattata to have a play fight but I know your egos will get in the way and there's always going to be subtle differences between each of their strengths due to natural variation nature's what not, and you can't exactly ask a mew to create three pokemon of completely identical stats purely for this battle as creating life just for the benefit and satisfactory pleasure of God's wanting to know who's better is all kinds of messed up. Not to mention I don't know your siblings I don't know how liable any of you are to cheating which could just urg break everything in the everywhere all at once. -The Unown floats down in a sigh exhale drooping after their rant, no matter what they thought of they couldn't see anything working out, they already felt as though this was an event that could not be changed and it only made them feel worse-

- U

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part 23 / mistake ☆

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warning(s): *REPOST!!!* i didn't like the original. profanity, possible typos

“did that brat just hang up on me…?” tetsurou scoffed in disbelief, staring at his phone screen which displayed the words: call ended.

“so…” yn dragged the ‘o’ as she tried to peek over her brother’s shoulder to glance at his phone, “where’s koz? is he on his way?” 

“ugh. wouldn’t you like to know.” tetsurou swatted his sister’s face away, walking over to the bleachers so that he could put his phone in his bag.

yn followed in suit, one hand holding a clipboard against her chest and the other clicking away at a blue-inked pen. “well obviously, dipshit. that’s why i asked. i need to talk to him.”

zipping his bag closed, tetsurou turned to fully face his sister whose eyes kept switching from the gym doors to his own. “did something happen between you and kozume?” his brows subtly furrowed, trying to figure out the reason behind kozume’s avoidant behavior.

“what?” the sudden question took yn by surprise. she had not told tetsurou about the kiss, though she was tempted to at this very moment.

tetsurou let out a heavy sigh, dropping down to the bleachers. yn did the same, not sure that talking about the kiss could be the answer to whatever her brother was currently trying to decipher. “sorry, didn’t mean to sound like i’m accusing you or anything.”

“no, it’s fine.” yn put the clipboard and pen down beside her, arms propped up on her knees so that her full attention could be on her brother.

“it’s just,” tetsurou pursed his lips, unsure of whether he was overthinking the situation or not. still, if anyone were to genuinely listen to his rants about kozume, it would be his sister. “he was acting weird to me over text earlier today and then apologized?”

it was yn’s turn to furrow her brows, her head cocked to the side. “for what?”

“that’s the thing, i don’t know.” tetsurou sighed again. “like sometimes he says things i don’t get right away but when he apologized for no reason i couldn’t help but think that he did something to you. he didn’t… do anything to you right?”

“uhm well…”

tetsurou rose a brow. “well?” yn’s cheeks began warm as she thought back to when kozume had kissed her. the feeling in her heart that she felt that night began to resurface and within seconds she was unraveling the scene to her brother who listening intently. “what?! yn you have to talk to him about that! i can’t believe he actually made a move.” at his last sentence, tetsurou couldn’t help but smirk, pounding his fist to his chest, “my man! i’m so proud of him!”

yn rolled her eyes with a laugh, “okay, okay, whatever. do you think that could be why he apologized to you?”

“oh yeahh,” tetsurou hummed, deep in thought until he decided to just bring out his phone to reread the texts. “i don’t think so…he said ‘for future references’ so whatever he apologized for, i don’t think he did it yet which is what worries me. look, if anything happens, just tell me okay? i don’t want you getting hurt. i mean it, yn.” his look was stern. he was absolutely serious that if kozume made a single tear fall from either of his sister’s eyes, he would never forgive him. ever.

“i’m sure everything will be okay, tets.” yn reassured, “don’t worry so much about me.”

the moment between the kuroo siblings was rudely interrupted when a volleyball was suddenly shot at yn’s knee. “oops. sorry.” kei jogged up to the two, picking up the stray ball. “wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t slacking on the job though.”

“oh shut up. you wouldn’t have to be running here if you could actually receive the ball.” yn quipped back.

the conversation caught the attention of atsumu who was grabbing his water bottle near the three, “she got you there, four-eyes.”

kei’s eye twitched at the comment, slightly glaring at his upperclassman. “since when were you two so chummy.”

in return to the question, atsumu sarcastically gasped. his mouth agape and both hands smacked on top of his chest as if his heart had just been hit. “what are you talking about?! yn and i are literally best friends. isn’t that right, squirt?”

yn’s face churned with disgust, “oh barf. as if.”

“alright, alright.” tetsurou stood up from his seating position, turned the two players around so that they were facing the rest of the team on the court, and nudged them both to walk forward. “enough playing around. get back to practice.” mumbles of ‘whatever’ and ‘don’t touch me’ from the duo made yn laugh as she brought the clipboard and pen back in her hands, returning her attentiveness to the court.

tetsurou on the other hand was scanning the gym building for his co-captain who was currently talking to keiji, yet for some reason the setter’s attention seemed to be stuck on the team’s manager. subconscious nods to the ace’s rambling seemed to fool koutarou but not tetsurou. ‘why is keiji looking at yn like that?’ the way his eyes bore into yn without notice from her seemed to mimic kozume’s– except it was a bit different from the pure adoration and appreciation as kozume’s. keiji seemed a bit territorial. the sight began to form new clouds of worry above tetsurou’s head but he choose to let it be, ‘maybe that’s just his face…’ and called koutarou over to the bleachers.

a few minutes pass by before the missing setter finally made an appearance. “well finally!” coach ukai exclaims, eyeing kozume who passed through the gym doors. “i expect morisuke and yn to be late–”

“what the fuck.”

“yeah, yeah don’t act surprised,” keishin waved off the two’s response, continuing his talk with kozume. “but you? c’mon, get your head in the game. HA! get it,” he nudged mr. takeda who nervously laughed with him, “because- because we- we have a game coming up!”

the blond setter awkwardly smiled, “uhm yeah, sorry.” he made his way over to the rest of his teammates, careful not to make eye contact with the kuroo siblings who he swore were eyeing him like a hawk.

the team was going through their usual drills, currently practicing their spiking skills. yn was analyzing and taking notes on the current status of each member’s ability to do the specific skills on today’s agenda while tetsurou, seated next to her, was trying to come up with new game plans alongside koutarou. when they heard the gym doors open to reveal the late, disheveled blond setter, their e/c gazes followed his movements, unwavering due to unanswered questions they eagerly wished to be fulfilled.

“kozume! hi!” shoyou grinned, bouncing his way over to his friend as he just finished spiking the ball keiji set to him. “why were you late? where were you? what were you doing? did you forget about practice? oh no! were you taking a nap?”

before kozume could answer the curious sophomore, another blond cut him off. “will you shut it, short-stack?! you’re not even giving him any time to answer your questions.”

shoyou rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he glared at kei, “well at least he knows i care, mr. i’m-so-mysterious-i’m-just-gonna-stick-to-talking-to-the-voices.” 

“well maybe if you talked to them too you’d find out how less annoying they are compared to you.” kei quipped back.

“yeah okay, go back to talking to yourself,” turning his full attention to kozume, shoyou slapped his hands onto his friend’s shoulder and started to shake him violently. “i missed you! never come late ever again, kozu!”

“s–s-sh–hh-ho–y-yo! s-s-t–too-pp! s-sh–a-a-k–king-g-g! m-m-e!”

“oh, sorry.” the redhead meekly stopped his antics, allowing kozume to catch a breath before finally answering the previous questions.

“i was only a few minutes late…but i just lost track of time and maybe… yes, i almost did fall asleep.”

“after practice, you can nap!” shoyou scolded, hand on his hip and another pointing an accusing finger at the setter, “oh, also! don’t forget to talk to yn–”

“what? for what?” the immediate mention of talking to the girl who indirectly caused him to be late made his body freeze.

“for attendance, silly! you have to tell her why you were late so she can write it down remember?” after seeing kozume nod, shoyou turned once again, now bickering with kei who jabbed quick taunts back at his little squabble.

the rest of practice went on like usual, except for the awfully noticeable rigid interactions between the team's main setters. not knowing the reason behind kozume’s laconic demeanor and keiji’s stoic attitude, the co-captains decided to split the team into two groups to make the atmosphere more manageable. 

“kuroo,” tetsurou called out, motioning for his sister to join him on the court. “need you to help kou out with his side of the team, that okay?”

yn scanned the makeup of members in koutarou’s group, pinpointing the people she was more familiar with; atsumu, kei, and keiji. it’s not like she had anything against the black-haired setter. nor was it necessarily awkward between them ever since they began spending more time together during band and volleyball practices, but it was clear she would rather be on the same team as kozume, especially since she needed to talk to him about the previous night. “uhm yeah…that’s fine.” before making her way over to the ace, she looked over at kozume hoping to meet his gaze but was unsuccessful due to his back facing her. for some reason, even though they were fine this morning, ever since practice started, she began to feel that something was wrong, especially with what tetsurou told her about their texts.. her stomach began to churn, anxiety bubbling up inside her.

“hey,” it was keiji. “are you okay? you look kinda uneasy.”

yn shook her head, mumbling out a quick “i’m fine, thanks.” as she moved closer to kou to begin the remaining hours of practice.

during the breaks in between each session of skill practice, yn would try to talk to kozume, but his responses were always either too short or limited to one word. tetsurou, who was worried about his friend and the possibility of the situation somehow affecting his sister, kept a close eye on the two as well as keiji who was on the other side of the court, watching them also.

“koz, is something wrong? you seem different for some reason…” yn had followed the blond outside the building when he went to get some water at the nearby drinking fountain. jumping at the unexpected sound of her voice, kozume accidentally choked on the water, alarming yn to quickly move closer so that she could smack his back to help. “sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you. it just felt like you were avoiding me in there… so i wanted to try to talk to you alone.”  still hunched over from coughing and clearing his throat, kozume kept his eyes on the cement beneath his shoes, unable to meet the same e/c eyes he was always so drawn to. hearing no response, yn sighed, doing the only thing she thought would get the blond’s attention. she squatted down so that she would be below kozume’s head, and reached over to cup his cheek. “kozume please look at me, please?”

the desperate plea in yn’s voice made his heart sink. he didn’t want to avoid her, but maybe keiji was right. he was just the best friend. he had always been her best friend. since the second grade. “i’m sorry,” he turned his head away, rejecting yn’s soft touch. “could you… not do that?”

“excuse me?” the request caught yn by surprise, surely he didn’t mean that, right? “but you… you never had a problem with it before… how is this different from everything that’s happened before right now?”

“yn please.” it was his turn to sound desperate. he still refused to look at her, making the whole situation feel even worse for the both of them.

“please what, kozume? you were the one that kissed me remember? why are you suddenly changing your mind? why are you acting so cold towards me all of a sudden?” her voice escalated with each question that spewed out of her mouth, eyebrows furrowing deeper as seconds passed, waiting for kozume to answer her.

“it was a mistake.” his words seemed to just fall out of his mouth before he could even comprehend what he was saying. a mistake? did he really just admit to everything being a mere mistake?

mistake. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d accidentally write down a different formula in her notebook than what was on her teacher’s slideshow presentation. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d call mori milo or milo mori because their names were so similar. the seven-letter word was something yn would use when she’d give cheese swiss instead of cheddar for a snack.

during the time she dated keiji, she never used the word mistake.

during the time she started to develop feelings for kozume, to the very moment she stood unmoving, unresponsive, and not knowing how to react to what the blond had just said, she never would have even thought to call anything between them a mistake.

but here they were. now standing parallel to each other. both not knowing how to move past what just happened.

the burning sensation beginning to sting yn’s glossy eyes seemed to mimic her crying heart. “do you really mean that?” her voice quivered.

kozume hated himself enough for his previous statement. he didn’t want to dig a knife further down their relationship. yn was someone he held dear to his heart. so why did his lips begin to part to say, “yes..”

“look me in the eyes and tell me everything we’ve been through and everything that we are is a fucking mistake, kozume.” the use of his whole name made him wince. he knew what he was doing was going to wound the both of them beyond repair but the conversation with keiji just seemed to stick to him like gum. what could he give yn that other people couldn’t? how is he special compared to everyone else? why does she even like him? …does she even like him? like sincerely, truthfully, certainly like him?

he slowly began to trail his reddening eyes up to the familiar captivating e/c irises he seemed to be even more glued to than usual. the sight before him was heartbreaking. “yn..” for a second her eyes seemed to soften at the mention of her name coming out of his mouth. the way he said it seemed so unsure. it was filled with so much uncertainty and sorrow. yn hoped he was going to stop the nonsense and just tell her why he was throwing everything away. for her, it wasn’t too late to just apologize and work everything out together. but her hopes shattered as kozume continued his sentence, “i’m sorry…that night i was tired and i wasn't thinking straight. it really was a mistake. please.. just…forget about it.”

yn instantly regretted coming outside altogether when kozume finished his sentence. “you’re full of shit, kozume.” she spat out, tears now warming her reddening cheeks, her throat gone dry as to tell her that there was nothing else her body could muster up the strength to say to the person she’d grown to cherish deeply.

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note(s): sorry for such a late update T^T got into a little bit of writer's block n js didn't know how to continue it LOLS +none of the pictures used are mine!!

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Hi! I did drawings of this guy

I did a while ago bc I started planning more of this Au and now I sort-of have it mostly all planned out so, oops?

They're mostly doodles, The only thing I don't have planned out for them is what name they'd use (I was planning on making them use the name John Seek but I dont wanna steal Utterson's thing since he is the one with the "If he be Mr Hyde I shall be Mr Seek" but I also really dont want to use Henry Hyde or Edward Jekyll, pls help)

below this is a rant abt some basic things I planned for it

Basically the thing is Mind!Lanyon cut off Hyde's head and he became "one" with Jekyll again, So Jekyll had to leave Jasper with his presentation and rush to his office bc "Oh shit, transformation" but Lanyon was just leaving his office so he saw Jekyll in his very bad state lock himself, and after a while decided to go check up on him, got too worried and said "Fuck it, im going in" Meanwhile inside our Jekyll-Hyde guy is very panicked given that he looks different, not Jekyll nor Hyde and Lanyon saying he's gonna enter makes him panic so he basically jumps out the window, after a while of the two planning they decide that they have to go back to their office to grab HJ7 and see how the fuck they'd fix this, only thing is that no one recognises them as Jekyll or Hyde and their office is pretty much locked and watched most of the time bc Jekyll was declared missing and Lanyon is pretty sure it was a kidnapping

Also, the way Jekyll and Hyde work in this fusion thing is that both of them are in control of the body, they both have to be sure of what they're going to say or do, things like moving are simple enough but talking is more complicated bc both of them may be trying to say something like perhaps an apology, but Jekyll says "My apologies" and Hyde says "Terribly sorry" and since they don't reach an agreement they end up saying something like "Mtrrbly aposgirry" or they may even say both but in Jekyll and Hyde's voices at the same time (This may also happen if they feel shaken, very anxious or similar feelings to those)

And that's it! Sorry for how long this ended