#GAHH THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME

[22194isbestboy]

GOOBERS!!!!

[midnightshindig]

I would love to see a Allen x reader while their having fun in the sun. With Allen’s first time being in a human beach.

Allen the Alien X Reader: Beach Episode

this is on some TOH shit where I'm making the executive decision that alien beaches are like unbearable or dangerous asf

ty for your time

today I did three loads of laundry and handled college stuff like a boss so yk go me.

"Hey babe do you wanna go to the beach? The UV is 10 today and I wanna work on my tan."

You didn't mean anything by it, casually packing a beach bag as you spoke

What you didn't expect was Allen's reaction, confused and a little startled

"What? Babe, you can't be serious. There's got to be better places to tan than near open beaches. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

"....what?" you narrowed your eyes, jaw slack in perturbed confusion. The fuck was he on about?

He raised an eyebrow back "Like, pools of water are one thing, man made, safe. But naturally occurring bodies of the stuff? Isn't that dangerous? I thought you guys knew better than to play with dangerous nature."

You couldn't restrain yourself from cracking a smile, piecing together his mistake "Allen, babes, beaches here aren't inherently dangerous. We've got wildlife and like.... the undertow I guess, but most beaches are totally safe here." You remembered something, smiling even more "Bitch you've SEEN Teen Beach Movie."

He joined you in laughing, "I thought that was an exaggeration! Like- a fantasy world where the water is safe! How was I supposed to know?" He walked over to you, an air of humor now that this misunderstanding had been cleared up

"No hon, it's for reals. Now go get your swim trunks, you're coming with me!"

The beach was moderately packed with people, not uncommon for the newly warm time of year

Just enough to assure Allen of the safety of the water while not stopping you from getting a good spot on the sand to set up camp

He helped you prop up your sun umbrella and sheet, unpacking the small cooler of sodas and water you'd brought with you for refreshment

"I still don't understand why we brought water, isn't there water right there? It's nature, so there aren't chemicals or anything." Allen turned a water bottle in his hand

You hummed in response, cracking the tab off a soda and taking a sip "Yeah, but there's salt in this water, you can't drink it. Plus like... fish pee and all sorts of shit."

Satisfied with this answer, Allen drank one some of one of the water bottles and placed the remaining bottle back in the cooler

"C'mon, let's go swim!" He held out a hand to you, but you looked up at him with scrutiny

"I came here to tan, babe, I'm goo-" before you knew it, Allen had hoisted you over his shoulder and was walking you to the shoreline

"Getting wet makes tanning easier, pluuuuus-," He dumped you into the water ",It's more fun this way!!"

You squealed, feeling the cold water rush around you as you came up for air

He hadn't gone very far into the water, just enough that you weren't hurt by the throw

"Gahh you dick!" you splashed him with a hearty laugh, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him into the water to no avail

"I'm gonna get you!!" You jumped onto his back, trying to pull him into the water, both of you laughing all the while

"Nuh uh!" he yelled back, flipping you over his shoulder and carrying you bridal style before dropping you into the water

This continued for a while until the two of you tuckered yourselves out.

You retired to your sheet in the sand, taking the opportunity to drink some water and tan

"So, what do you think?" You asked, candidly lounging on your stomach

He thought for a minute, before responding with a bright smile "It's pretty sick! It's nice you guys get to enjoy nature like this. It's.... pretty communal. And free. Crazy stuff!"

The air was pleasant and a light breeze kept you cool in the hot weather, all seemed right with the world

After a bit of lounging, you walked up the beach to buy sandwiches from a shop on the pier, before returning to your sheet to eat

"I have no idea how you eat those..." you teased, cringing at his unusual sandwich

"The strawberries ADD to the roast beef, babe, you don't understand flavor combos like I do."

"That's disgusting...."

"I wonder if we have different taste buds. We must. because if you could taste it like I do, you'd be just as obsessed." he took a large bite of his monstrosity, strawberry juices dribbling down his chin before he wiped it up with the backside of his hand "How's yours?"

You finished your own bite and hummed in contentment, "Good! Same sandwich I've been getting since I was a kid. It's hard to go wrong with a well-loved classic."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, babe" he allowed you to lean against his shoulder, the two of you watching as the sun began to set on the water

After packing up, you let Allen haul everything to the car

what good is a super strong alien boyfriend if he doesn't lug shit around for you?

You returned the favor by being the one to drive, since your human car didn't much agree with Allen's proportions

With the top down, he fit as comfortably as he could

"So," you started, pulling onto the road as the wind started to tussle your hair ", how did you enjoy the beach?"

Without skipping a beat, he enthusiastically responded, "It was incredible! I had no idea you guys had such cool natural life here. I wish I'd grown up with natural swimming areas, that's cool as hell!!"

"So, do you want to come back sometime this summer?"

He scoffed, leaning over the center console to press a kiss to your head. "Of course, I'd go anywhere if you asked me to."

[singukieee]

—my all time favourite bts fics (pt. 3) ᯓᡣ𐭩

consists of my personal favourite bts fics that I've read countless of times. including those from other platforms, such as Wattpad, AO3, and Patreon.

For some works that are cross-posted between tumblr and wp/ao3, I'd only link them to the latters bcs I find it easier to read and navigate the stories on those. but I also tagged all the authors I know are here and linked the rest so you can check their blogs out yourself!

I'll also separate this list into several parts simply because there's too many... So it'd be easier for you guys to navigate!

red means unfinished

blue means finished

🗯️ curator's note

(sorted by alphabetical order)

Merilia by saylilirose

"Mermaids are not real!" That's what you and Namjoon hear everywhere you go. It's funny that you're hidden in plain sight, although perhaps popping a tail in front of strangers wouldn't end well for you. That's what you've come to learn. You've also learned, to hide yourself very, very well. Until- "NO-DON'T JUMP-SHIT!" You and Namjoon are joined by others, not by choice.

🗯️ mermaids and insane drama oooh yes

Moonchild by @yoongiofmine (paid on patreon but so worth it)

Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger?

🗯️ aaaah so good!!! so well-written, gahh plott so great, identity crisis (human or...?), werewolf drama.

My Muse by Zennnoe

I felt my lungs suddenly stop and a coldness brush onto my face, I gasped loudly clutching onto my chest. Dropping down onto my knees trying to grasp whatever air in-front of me. But I was at dance practice. So why did it feel like I was breathing underwater? I soon felt the hands of my close friends lift me up and lay me down as I try to takin in as much air as possible, for her. Soon the staff swamp me and I hear them talking about her, my other half. I soon clutched onto my stomach and I shouted loudly in so much pain, pink fluorescent patches bloom onto my skin. Yes they looked pretty. But the reason why they were there was not. As I try to reach out I grab one of my friends hands tightly and request for one thing. "My music. Pass me my music." I beg. This is the only way for me to reach her…to help her. My beloved soulmate.

My Soulmate are IDOLS by tinyeyecat

In a world where soulmates exist and people receive their soul bonds (a red string of fate, body exchange, timer tattoos…etc) when they turn 20… Wet dreams are not the norm for Amber. She should not be haunted by men she doesn't know, let alone by the world-famous boyband, Bangtan. But on the day of her birthday, Amber switches bodies with the idol on stage and finds out that the members of the boyband are her soulmates. All seven of them.

🗯️ this is one wild story... aren't all emi ree's stories so wild tho? but also well-written. (epilogue is on Patreon).

Not My Hybrids by Ghosstwriterss

When Y/n is pressured to volunteer at a hybrid rehabilitation/adoption Center, and asked to house 7 hybrids to help them become comfortable with humans and the idea of adoption, who is she to say no?

🗯️ the kind of story where mc's so freakin nice I don't think she's human. but yea it's all worth it.

One Kiss by DuraWrites

In a world where soulmate exist, where you can only know your soulmate through a dream. Confirm through a kiss and complete the bond through love-making. Han Bora just celebrated her 22nd birthday and not long she started having dreams of her soulmate. Correction. Soulmates. Already being a fan of this popular K-pop group, she immediately knew that her soul is tied to all seven of them. It was a dreadful yet thrilling thought as the realization of being the soulmate to her favourite artists hit her. But it isn't just as easy as it seems. Because she was the only one who had the dreams. So She has to prove to them she's their soulmate. And the only way to confirm that is through ONE KISS. How will an average girl find her way to that untouchable top to prove to the biggest boyband that she's their soulmate? Come along and let's dive into this crazy mess of a journey together.

🗯️ one kiss is all it takes... literally

Out of Time series by Alphathyx

🗯️ so freakin sad wtf but that is why there's an alternate ending. soo good and heart wrenching.

❶ Out of Time

A story about a girl named, Hana who has suffered a chronic condition all her life that would soon take her life one day. But with her final wish, she uses it to see BTS, but the boys decided to have more in store for her. Join Hana, and the members in a fluff filled adventure before time runs out.

❷ Out of Time: Young Forever

The alternate ending for 'Out of Time' and bonus chapters

Parfait by fullspectrumfangirl

Alpha bands are a popular entertainment schtick. Handsome, powerful, talented, they sell the fantasy of availability as much as they sell their music. After all, everyone knows a pack is incomplete if it only contains alphas. Omegas and betas dream of being a part of the balance. Unfortunately, this is more than just marketing. A band needs to function as a pack, but with only alpha members, bickering and infighting are almost unavoidable. Beta managers help, but there is another common tactic that helps the talent maintain equilibrium: house omegas, hired companions who stand in for the missing pieces. BTS is a wildly popular seven-member alpha band. They are known to be particularly kind and humble, but they are still struggling to keep house omegas for their pack. None of the prior candidates have wanted to leave, but one member has protested them all. What is the missing ingredient in their otherwise winning recipe?

🗯️ again, idk what to say but it's good! a really well-written story with great plot.

Peculiar Pack by @daydreamindollie

You’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist, who takes in seven hybrids one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden.

🗯️ cute T.T

Petrichor by @purpleyoonn

You had been working at Bangtan Corporation for almost two years now, and not once have you ever laid eyes on your bosses. That was, until you met them when out with some of your coworkers. Now, you almost wish you hadn’t. Almost.

🗯️ courting... yes please! and again, I love possessive mates.

Plump by koozip

Meeting Namjoon's close friends was something you've been anxious about since meeting him. You wanted them to like you. Starting off with a group chat seemed like the perfect way around your fears. You weren't sure how they'd feel about you in person. So when they fell in love with you and your lovely curves, you were taken by surprise. You soon realize that you're stuck with the seven handsome men for the long run. The chronicles of chubby y/n and her new smitten friends. Based around the group chat named 'chubbybear' that started it all.

🗯️ gosh this one's just warm and sweet, especially for fellow chubby girlies out there!

Rainy Days by Peanut_The_Sugar_Glider

Life had dealt you a rather crappy hand, but you kept on fighting, you kept on existing day by day. On a gloomy day however, you feel as if it all means nothing, as your beloved pet had past away and she always was there to cheer you up and enjoy the gloomy weather, making it less sad and depressing. Be it fate or otherwise, movement catches your attention outside. And your life is never the same after. You never will have to worry about being alone, and you find yourself enjoying the rainy weather.

🗯️ despite the title, this story feels like a warm hug.

Redamancy by strawberheecake

In which Yn met an unknown pack of hybrids living on a land she inherited. Feelings bloomed as the pack helped her weather the storm that is her greedy family.

🗯️ another neat and well-written story <3

Retribution by Babydoll_Blue

The Bangtan Boys were known around campus for being heart breakers, but when they made poor Seul-ki cry, Y/N and Mina decided it was time for retribution. Forming a plan to ruin their images, Y/N sets out to seduce them all.

🗯️ revenge gone wrong... or right? wtf am I typing, just read it guys.

Rose & Thorns by @minniepetals

A lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other, and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

🗯️ a dramatic and warm story. I'm such a simp for soft but strong MCs like this one.

Safe House by SweetBreadFictions

In a dystopian universe where hybrids exist, the government had turned a blind eye to the mistreatment of hybrids. These persons were used, abused and treated in the most unfair ways. To escape the evil owners, hybrids make their way to the rumored district of freedom called Area 613. To help these refugee hybrids, an underground railroad had been developed by kind people. Being sympathetic to these persons, you run a safe house stop for the hybrids during their journey. As you help these hybrids, seven of them decide that your safe house might be better that any rumored district of freedom.

🗯️ I love when the relationships develop one by one so you got attached to allll of them.

Sanctuary by @softykooky

Some people are lucky enough to be born into a family that loves them. others meet their family in a coffee shop while on the run from the korean ambassador, while they’re holding a man at gunpoint and beating him to a pulp for treason against their syndicate.

🗯️ :")👍

Seven by Worldwidehandsomeyouknow

Life is boring. Same thing, day in and day out. Nothing new or exciting ever happens. I just want something, anything to happen! Well something happens alright. Seven somethings in fact

Sheltered by Gracie30102

What Namjoon thought was trouble turned out to be a blessing as he rescued a wounded kitten who would capture his packmates hearts little by little.

🗯️ s o f t.

When a vaccine leads to unexplained symptoms, the world erupts into panic. What happens when one girl finds out she is soulmates to all seven members of the largest group in the world?

Shifted by dailyJinspiration

You were property, a casualty of an archaic law, but he didn't see you that way. You're an elemental witch, leaving the country of your birth to be mated to Hoseok, the leader of a pack of brothers who were forced to come together or risk being exiled forever. They are broken, discarded and angry, they can also shift into giant feline predators in the blink of an eye. You thought you would have a simple life, try to win them over one by one, but there are bigger plans in motion and it will take every skill you possess to keep what's yours.

🗯️ defo one of my absolute faves fanfic in 2024. it's got intricate issues, steamy scenes, sassy and strong witch mc, and the guys as hybrids. writing's so neat!

Soulmate to You by OT7oramI

🗯️ another well-written soulmate story! this synopsis doesn't give justice to this freaking good story so just read it please.

Spring Day by @nunchiimagines

Becoming a part time english teacher wasn’t exactly the ideal startup you had hoped for yourself when you first moved to Seoul, South Korea. Luckily, you loved working with children and you were grateful to have found a well paying job with housing included so soon after university. Amongst your class, however, are 5 boys who seem to be constantly ostracized not only by the rest of the students but also by the other teachers and staff members. Becoming attached to you fairly quickly, you’re unintentionally tasked to be their permanent caretaker during their stay at school, even staying past the hours you were needed until they were picked up safely. However, what you didn’t expect was to catch the hearts of their seven older brothers, the leaders of a notorious and well known mafia family in Korea.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 4 | NAVI

[humanmorph]

Transcript:

Keith: [clears throat] Brrring brrring.

Dre: Any sound.

Keith: [voice breaking] Brrring brrring. [quiet laughter] 

Ali: I don't know about this sound.

Austin (as Bronco): Bronco Security Services.

Dre: It’s a chicken phone.

Janine: It’s a telephone cat.

Austin (as Bronco): A subsidiary of Lock and Cross Security Services. Buddy Bronco at your service.

Keith (as Eclectic): [with very deep voice modulator] Ah, B. It’s me.

Dre: What the fuck?

Austin (as Bronco): Uh, you'll have to be a little more specific. 

Keith (as Eclectic): It’s, uh… [Dre laughs] It’s E.

Austin (as Bronco): [cautiously] E to you too. Um, how can I help you, E?

Keith (as Eclectic): Do you read me? It’s E.

Austin (as Bronco): I don't read you. I'm on the phone. [Dre laughs] But if you'd like to send—

Keith (as Eclectic): [cross] Do you hear?

Austin (as Bronco): [cross] —a message in text, I can let you know our mailing address.

Keith (as Eclectic): [unmodulated] It’s E! It’s E!

Austin (as Bronco): Oh, Eclectic. [Sylvia laughs]

Keith (as Eclectic): Gahh!

Austin (as Bronco): How’ve you been?

Keith (as Eclectic): Yeah. [pause, laughter] I'm good.

Austin (as Bronco): You still, um…I guess you're here. This is a regular phone— there’s no delay on the call, so I guess you're here.

Keith (as Eclectic): Yeah, I'm here. You know where I was.

Austin (as Bronco): No.

Keith (as Eclectic): No? Okay. 

Austin (as Bronco): Should I know where you were?

Keith (as Eclectic): No. I thought maybe it got around, but it’s fine.

Dre: Hmm.

Austin (as Bronco): You thought it got around? [Ali laughs quietly]

Keith (as Eclectic): I just need a little—

Austin (as Bronco): Like a disease.

Keith (as Eclectic): I just need some information. No, like— no! Like information gets around.

Austin (as Bronco): Only if you're not careful with it. Keith (as Eclectic): [cross] Fuck!

Keith (as Eclectic): I mean, I guess that’s true for both.

Austin (as Bronco): No.

Keith (as Eclectic): If you're not careful with a disease, it still gets around?

Austin (as Bronco): Certain diseases.

Keith (as Eclectic): Bronco, shut the fuck up. [Austin and Sylvia laugh]

Dre: Wow!

Austin (as Bronco): Oh, I'm just busting your balls, Eclectic.

Keith (as Eclectic): Yeah. Okay.

Austin (as Bronco): What do you need from me? What do you— you need some bodyguard services? You hit the big time?

Keith (as Eclectic): No, I need information. I'm still…I guess I'm still small time.

Austin (as Bronco): Oh, small time Eclectic.

Keith (as Eclectic): Yeah. 

Dre: You hate to see it.

Austin (as Bronco): Small time Opposition. [sighs] Little small time Eclectic Opposition.

Keith (as Eclectic): Little, tiny little baby Opposition.

Austin (as Bronco): Tiny little baby.

Keith (as Eclectic): Tiny, little, one inch tall…

Austin (as Bronco): Small Time, I'm just busting your fucking chops.

Keith (as Eclectic): Yeah.

Austin (as Bronco): What’s, uh, what do you need information on? [Dre laughs]

Keith (as Eclectic): [sighs] Uh, Baseline. The Baselines.

Austin (as Bronco): What about ‘em? You know I don't— you know I'm a City City boy.

Keith (as Eclectic): I know you're a City City boy. You seen the towers? You seen the smokestacks?

Austin (as Bronco): Ah, the Motion thing.

Keith (as Eclectic): Yeah, the Motion thing. Great. Okay, so you know something.

Austin (as Bronco): Eh.

Austin: Roll your—

Keith (as Eclectic): Can I—

Austin: Yeah, keep talking.

Keith (as Eclectic): Can I please know it also?

Austin (as Bronco): What do you not know? You're big time Eclectic, going to the—

Keith (as Eclectic): [cross] I'm big time.

Austin (as Bronco): [cross] Leaving City City— leaving City City behind.

Keith (as Eclectic): Sure, big time Eclectic needs some big time information. I'm 20 feet tall.

Austin (as Bronco): You're 20 feet tall. You already know everything. That’s why you left us!

Dre: Wow.

Austin (as Bronco): Already knows all about the world. Doesn't need to stay in City City, the future city. You don't want to stay in City City?

Keith (as Eclectic): Are you in City City still?

Austin (as Bronco): Yeah, I'm in City City still.

Keith (as Eclectic): And you opened your own thing?

Austin (as Bronco): Yeah, I got my own little thing on Wednesdays.

Keith (as Eclectic): On Wednesdays?

Austin (as Bronco): Yeah. I'm—

Keith (as Eclectic): So you're doing— you got your old thing, and then on Wednesdays, you have your own thing.

Austin (as Bronco): Yeah, on Wednesdays, I got my own thing. Doing a little time share, aren't I?

Keith (as Eclectic): Okay. Okay.

Austin (as Bronco): A little office space time share, splitting it up.

Keith (as Eclectic): Time share.

Austin (as Bronco): Wednesdays, that’s time for my share.

Keith (as Eclectic): Okay.

Dre: Mm.

Keith (as Eclectic): Do you get to keep your stuff there, or gotta clean it out?

Austin (as Bronco): Yeah, you gotta get a little, uh, rotate, a little rotate closet.

Keith (as Eclectic): Okay. Well—

Austin (as Bronco): You hit the button, it rotates, you get your stuff, you lay it out.

Keith (as Eclectic): No. Okay. Long story short, I don't know shit about these factories.

Austin (as Bronco): [condescending laugh]

Keith (as Eclectic): And I would like to know everything about them.

Austin (as Bronco): Little baby boy Eclectic needs his information bottle, huh? [Sylvia and Dre laugh]

Keith (as Eclectic): Yeah. I'm thirsty!

Austin (as Bronco): Thirsty for information. [Sylvia laughs] Classic Clectie.

Dre: No. No!

Ali: Oh, yes. [Keith laughs]

Austin (as Bronco): Now, what are we talking about? You looking, uh, you looking to buy? You looking to trade? You looking to steal? [Sylvia laughs]

Keith (as Eclectic): Define steal. Like, from you?

Austin (as Bronco): Well, that’d be an insulting thing to do, wouldn't it?

Keith (as Eclectic): [laughs] It would be. I'm surprised you offered.

Austin (as Bronco): I wasn't offering. I was trying to find out what you're looking to do.

Keith (as Eclectic): No, I'm not trying to steal. I'm trying to just have, if I could.

Austin (as Bronco): Oh. He’s trying to have.

Dre: Mm.

Austin: Give me a roll.

Keith: Okay.

Austin: So, 2d6 plus 1. 1s are 6s.

Keith: 10!

Austin: That is a 10. 5 plus 4 plus 1 is a 10. On a 10 plus, [Keith: Oof.] they let slip something big.

(as Bronco): You know what, I don't think I'm gonna tell you shit. Big boy Eclectic leaves the city behind. [Keith laughs quietly] He goes, “Oh, I'm such a big boy. I can go wherever I want to go. I don't need to check in at work. I can no-call no-show and leave my partner up to his shins in shit!”

Keith (as Eclectic): Look, City City’s not a place for a guy who can rapidly change from big to small over and over and over again for a whole fucking conversation.

Austin (as Bronco): Yeah, well, some of us have to live our lives the same size day in day out and make the best of what we got.

Keith (as Eclectic): You could have come! Anybody could have come!

Austin (as Bronco): I bet you don't know shit about these factories. [Sylvia laughs] You come to me. You don't know the first thing. You don't know there’s 20 of them. You don't know that if 5 of them get knocked off inside of one hour that the whole thing goes down. You don't know that they're trying to build a bunch of different Motions running around, biting people’s kneecaps and whatnot. You don't know the first thing about what’s going on on Palisade, do you, buddy?

Keith (as Eclectic): Nope.

Austin (as Bronco): Mid-size Eclectic.

Dre: Damn. Get bodied.

Austin (as Bronco): I'm just a middle of the road regular guy. I'm just a regular guy!

Keith (as Eclectic): You're just a regular guy.

Austin (as Bronco): I'm just a regular guy. I'm Eclectic.

Keith (as Eclectic): Oh, I'm just a regular— yeah, I'm just a regular guy.

Austin (as Bronco): Fuck you.

Keith (as Eclectic): Fuck you!

Austin (as Bronco): Fuck you! How about this? How about fuck you, buddy?

Keith (as Eclectic): Yeah, how about go fuck yourself.

Austin (as Bronco): How about fuck you.

Keith (as Eclectic): You're Buddy! You're literally Buddy!

Austin (as Bronco): You're buddy! I'm Buddy Bronco!

Keith (as Eclectic): You're Buddy.

Austin (as Bronco): I'm Buddy Bronco? I'm BB? You're buddy.

Keith (as Eclectic): You're baby?

Austin (as Bronco): You're baby buddy. [Sylvia laughs]

Keith (as Eclectic): YOU’RE baby, Buddy. Being a baby.

Austin (as Bronco): Also, you owe me a bowling match, don't you, you piece of shit? [Sylvia laughs]

Keith (as Eclectic): I won that match.

Austin (as Bronco): No, it got called off in the final frame. We don't know what was gonna happen.

Keith (as Eclectic): [shouting] I was up by 180!

Austin (as Bronco): Didn't finish the game. That’s an incomplete. [Sylvia and Ali laugh]

Keith (as Eclectic): It was mathematically impossible for you to win five frames in!

Austin (as Bronco): No such thing as impossible, only improbable.

Keith (as Eclectic): Fine.

Austin (as Bronco): I want the rematch.

Keith (as Eclectic): Fine.

Austin (as Bronco): Next time you're in City City, it’s me and you, buddy.

Keith (as Eclectic): Double or nothing.

Austin (as Bronco): Quadruple. You're gonna need it, those big pockets.

Keith (as Eclectic): I'm the nothing. You're the quadruple.

Austin (as Bronco): You're the quintuple. 

Keith (as Eclectic): You're the octuple.

Austin (as Bronco): You're twice the size of me but half the man.

Keith (as Eclectic): You're… [struggling]

Austin (as Bronco): Yeah, uh huh.

Keith (as Eclectic): A fucking shit. You're a big human shit. [Sylvia laughs]

Austin (as Bronco): That’s right, I'm a human shit, and I'm proud of it. Now get the fuck off my line. I got work to do.

Sylvia: [quietly] Oh my fucking god.

Keith: Click.

Austin: Clonk. [Ali laughs]

Dre: Oh, clonked you.

Ali: Damn, he clonked you. [Austin laughs]

Keith: Clonked me. Fuck!

Sylvia: Oh, word?

Ali: You just got clonked. [laughter] 

Sylvia: Damn, Eclectic, you okay? You look like someone just clonked you. [Austin laughs]

Dre: I don't want to talk about it.

Keith: I got clonked!

[probablysya]

Half The World Away - Gojo Satoru × Kamo! Reader

chapter two ⟡ Emotional Playground

Synopsis: After finishing mission together with Nanami and Haibara, (Y/N) feels trapped within her own emotion and..what do you mean “We ran of snacks”, Gojo??!!!

Warnings: Curses Words, Strong Language, Constant Overthinking

(This is just a filler guys, im sorry for disappearing for a month…)

Sometimes, i wonder if i ever allow to make my own decisions. I always being told of what to do. Do this or do that…it’s for your own good and all. I have no one to talk to or to understand with. My father is out of the question, my mother…she’s no longer herself, it’s a shell of her that what’s left.

I’ve been under my grandfather’s grasp, he controls everything about me, even who I should be friends with, apparently he only wants me to be friends with someone who he deems worthy enough or useful, everything is a pawn and strategic in his eyes. He did tried to make me be friend with this kid but literally he is annoying arrogant self-centered idiot.

Everywhere i go, in this formal meeting and other boring clan related events, i see people with their own kingdoms behind their eyes.

Whatever it is, i just dont wanna be part of it. Do whatever you want but leave me out your schemes.

—

Three friends sat around the table, the aroma of sizzling yakiniku filling the air. The grill at the center was loaded with slices of marinated meat, their edges starting to crisp. Nanami, focused and meticulous, was turning the pieces with tongs, ensuring each one cooked to perfection. (Y/N) stared off into space, her mind clearly wandering far from the grill and the conversation.

Suddenly, Haibara broke the silence, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the restaurant. “Do you ever wonder if penguins have knees?”

Nanami and (Y/N) blinked, their attention snapping back to the table. (Y/N) eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you okay?” she asked, half-laughing, half-concerned. Nanami chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as he flipped another piece of meat.

Haibara shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Just one of those random thoughts, you know?”

Nanami chuckled, shaking her head. “Only you, Haibara”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes playfully but couldn’t help but smile. “Well, now I’m curious. Do penguins have knees?”

Nanami sighed as he placed the cooked meat in another clean plate, “not you too, (Y/N)”

Haibara and (Y/N) laughed looking at Nanami’s defeated expression, bless his patience. (Y/N) accepted the chopsticks given by Haibara and said her thanks.

Now, how did these three ended up in Yakiniku place? Well they had a mission in the city, specifically in the all girls school. Let’s just say with them three combined, it got wrapped up pretty quick. Since it’s still 3pm, the three decided to have a late lunch and eat yakiniku.

“Dont forget your medicine, (Y/N)” Nanami reminded her as she’s about to grab a bite of the yummy meat that has been dipped in her sauce she made. “Gahh, Ken!! Stop ruining the good mood” she showed her frustration to Nanami, and continued to eat her meat.

While they eats and singing praises with Nanami’s precise grilled meat cooking ability, his phone vibrates, a message from Satoru a long with a photo of them three in front of empty snack cupboard that the juniors and seniors shares.

Gojo Satoru : We ran out of snacks in the pantry, come back with snacks okk??? Its our shared stash after-all, oki thankss (*≧∀≦*)

A wave of annoyance washed over him. He took a long sip of his ocha, letting the cool, refreshing tea calm him down. Haibara and (Y/N) noticed his frown and the sigh that followed.

“What’s up?” Haibara asked, leaning in with curiosity.

Nanami rolled his eyes and showed them the message. “Gojo wants me to buy snacks because we ran out. It’s our shared stash, but they always eats most of it”

Haibara and (Y/N) burst into laughter, the kind that made people at nearby tables glance over. “Of course those three eats everything before we could” Haibara said, shaking her head.

(Y/N) smirked. “You should tell him to sponsor the snacks himself. He’s the ‘Richie Rich’ among us, after all”

Nanami laughed a bit, feeling his annoyance melt away. He quickly typed a response: “Will do, but only if you fund the snack run”

Putting his phone down, Nanami sighed in disbelief at him friends. “Problem solved, for now”

(Y/N) flipped another piece of meat, still chuckling. “It’s always an adventure with you guys”

As the three spent their time before returning to school. (Y/N) relishing and reflecting of her ‘freedom’ despite being in a realm where her grandfather still has control over her and could alter it at will. Even so, she couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed spending time with her classmates, enduring her loud seniors, and discovering the joys of being a jujutsu sorceress. Its a false freedom, she knows. But why is it so eventful and slowly filling the emptiness inside her.

“(Y/N)”

(Y/N) snapped out of her thoughts, blinking in surprise as the familiar sounds and smells of the supermarket replaced the restaurant’s ambiance. She was no longer seated at the table with her friends instead, they were all standing in the snack aisle, colorful packages lining the shelves around them.

Nanami and Haibara (who holds the snacks that he was about to put in the shopping cart) walked up to her, concern etched on their faces. “(Y/N), you keep zoning out,” Nanami said gently. “Are you okay?”

Haibara nodded, his brow furrowed. “You seem to be lost in your thoughts a lot lately. Is there something you’re not telling us?”

(Y/N) forced a smile, shaking her head. “I’m fine, really. Just a lot on my mind”

Her friends exchanged worried glances but didn’t press further. As they continued to pick out snacks, (Y/N) felt a pang of guilt. She appreciated their concern but wasn’t ready to share the turmoil inside her. For now, she would focus on the simple task at hand and enjoy the fleeting moments of normalcy with her friends. She’ll tell them, at least Nanami first.

She cursed herself for not able being “normal” and enjoys the moment. Everyday is a war to her, she has to think of what she needs to do for her friends incase her grandfather just..do his thing. She thinks about her uncertain situation within herself as time passes by, she worries she’ll explode due to the power she tried so hard to keep it inside her.

She barely use any of blood for her technique during the mission. She’s glad tho that it spared her from the long fatigue but she worries about it. (Y/N) wished her technique has some of sort of manual book so she wouldn’t be confused or have to figure it out by herself.

There’s another thing, shes been hearing voices lately.

Guess i have to spend another night studying whatever happened to me today.

“(Y/N)!! I found your favorite snacks” Haibara calls for her, waving the snack in the air to get her attention. She smiled as she hurriedly walked towards them.

As they finished grabbed what they want and need, while in queue line (Y/N) stared at the overfilled shopping cart and looked at Haibara, “do we able to pay all of this?”. Nanami stared it as well, internally agreeing with (Y/N). Haibara laughed lowly, “Not to worry, my friends. As you can see” he showed the money to them with proud and wide smile, “Groceries are covered by yours truly”

How the fuck Haibara got that money in cash? Her jaw dropped as she see the cash, well it will definitely pays for everything but the question is still left unanswered. “Haibara….you didn’t steal someone’s good money right?” She asked as her face expresses shock and she stand behind in Nanami. Haibara waved his hand to calm down his classmate, “no no no, Gojo-Senpai sent the money and i took the cash out”

Oh…that explains. Wait did he actually take it serious about the message? Geez such a rich kid

“Okay then, that covers everything. Lets just pay and return to the school quick. Haibara, return the change money to Gojo okay?” Nanami said, scratching the back of his head as he just couldn’t believe what happened.

—

“Suguru” Satoru calls him in his typical Satoru tone, seems like he’s impatient. “When they’ll be back??? Im hungry…” He said, as he lies sprawled on the floor next to a bed, with their upper body on the ground and their legs resting on Shoko’s bed. We just ate dinner, Satoru, Suguru said to himself.

Suguru who sits on the floor not far from Satoru, handed him Suguru’s last chips while still glue his eyes on his book. “Patience, Satoru. I bet they’re on their way back” which made Satoru let out a deep, frustrated sigh and muttered, “Ugh,” clearly expressing his impatience.

After a quick smoke on the back balcony of her dorm, Shoko returned to her friends lounging in the living room. The unmistakable smell of cigarettes clung to her clothes. She went to grab her perfume, only to find the bottle empty.

“Sheesh, I’m out of perfume,” she muttered, mostly to herself. She then turned to her friends. “I’ll be right back, just gonna borrow some from (Y/N) next door”

Her friends exchanged puzzled glances. “Wait, what? You’re just gonna let yourself in?” Satoru asked.

Shoko shrugged and grinned. “Duh, we share a lot of things. She wouldn’t mind anyway” With that, she headed out the door, leaving her friends shaking their heads in amused disbelief.

“Well come think of it, there are some stuff that doesn’t look like Shoko would have” Satoru as he showed Suguru stuffs one by one that’s on Shoko’s study desk. Few stationary, books and hand creams. “Well let them be, they are close even though its been a month since (Y/N)-kun came here” Suguru shrugged it off.

A month, huh?

“Hmmm” Satoru responded, don’t know what else to say. Suguru didn’t have to look at Satoru’s expression to tell something weird about him, despite his lack of emotion change and him wearing sunglasses…in indoor??. “You know, Satoru. I’ve been meaning to ask you this but never got to but…what’s up with you and (Y/N)-kun?”

“Heh?” Satoru nudged a little, he is currently playing games in his phone. He kinda understands where Suguru means but is it really that obvious?. “Nothing really” its all he can said.

“Im guess you scare her. Satoru, the way you speak is like a punk. Please watch your tone. You scaring the first years” Suguru said, as he flipped the next page. Satoru just shrugged it off and continued playing.

It’s complicated, Suguru, he said to himself

——

The three were arranged the many bought snacks in the dorm kitchen. As they arranged the snacks and placed it the cupboard neatly, Nanami stared at the growing pile in confusion. “How did we end up with so much? I didn’t even notice we bought this many!”. Haibara nervously sweating, “well we have the chance so…i thought go all out?”

(Y/N) continued to put the soft drinks in the refrigerator. She noticed that Suguru and Satoru drinks them often so theres no harm on stocking up right? While they do their thing, the three senior made them presences known.

“Wahhh, so many” Suguru said in amazed.

Actually i think we could at least have 2 months supply of snacks, (Y/N) said to herself as she heard Suguru

“Let us help” Suguru offers, and gives a sign to his two friends to help, Shoko immediately help (Y/N), while Satoru was reluctant. “Oh yeah, heres the change. Thank you so much” Haibara gives the money back to Satoru.

Shoko who noticed a subtle difference from (Y/N) and points at the hairclips in her hair. “Wahh, you look different, (Y/N)”. She touched her hair where Shoko points at and shyly explained, “well…the front piece of my hair was bothered me a little. So I bought it….it was 100 yen, so..”

“Ahh it suits you” she said with a smile ans continued what she was doing. Suguru on the other hand, though grateful with the many snacks, he just couldn’t believe his best friend just throw money like that, “umm Haibara-Kun, how much all of this cost?”

Haibara-Kun brightly answered the cost and Suguru felt like he wanted to slam his head to the wall. He knew its something Satoru to do with this but he’ll deal with it later. God i thank you for this blessing but please help my best friend or else he’ll bankrupt himself, Suguru said to himself.

—

Low dim light is bad for your eyes, (Y/N) knew that. But she just couldn’t bother to turn on the main light of her room. Its already 9.21pm anyway, she should be asleep right now. And yet she’s still in her study desk, writing her journal, deep in her books regarding her own power. She looked through everything, science book, history books, anything to find a clarity to her.

Dont they ever think a manual book or guide book would help the next generation a lot? She complained as she’s writing her journal in fury.

Life is a mystery and everything inside of it as well. If she has a choice, she would just ignore everything and live on. But the sign she noticed is too much for her to ignore. She stretched her hands up in the air and stare at the post it on the wall. She has been writing voices she heard out of nowhere, images she’s see out of the blue.

Master Tengen

A man with a curse in his shoulder

Rebirth

A girl at Aquarium

“I’m tired”

A gunshot

What could this all be? She really wished a manual book did exist so she wouldn’t stuck finding the answer of her own. She layed her head to the side on her study table and glance at the snow globe that Kei gifted to her years ago, the movement from the ornament made her fell asleep.

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Guys, im currently in abroad, i’ll make sure to update the next chapter probably next week, see you guys.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVES. please do not translate, copy or plagiarize any of my write work.

[see-arcane]

gahh I completely relate to everything you said in the tags of that post about the election and everything. I can't believe my parents can't just open their eyes and admit they're wrong

Depressing ramble under the cut

I genuinely can't get my head around it. I know, the most rancid part of Trump and co's supporters are the ones who are legitimately brimming with bigotry and violence. The kind of people to unironically tweet about the bishop being a serpent who ambushed Trump with her plea to show mercy and go on to call empathy a sin.

But it feels like there's a large amount of Trump voters who not only just slid down a rabbit hole full of online media ranting about how All Your Problems are Because of Woke and Pronouns and No-Fault Divorce and Bodily Autonomy and Vaccines and Brown People Coming to Take Your Jobs and Do Crimes!!1!, but had the key ingredient of being utterly incapable of accepting when they are in the wrong about a topic.

It doesn't matter what science you put in front of them. It doesn't matter what actual lived experiences and testimonies you have them sit through. It doesn't matter how their view and actions are proven to hurt and endanger completely innocent people. Nothing matters if it dares to Make Them Wrong About Something.

It's why so many of them foam at the mouth about marriage

(It's only between men and women! Ever! Everything else is just a courthouse union! No I will not acknowledge any dictionary definition or the fact that marriage rites have existed outside the Christian norm for millennia, fuck you.)

and genderqueer people, trans or otherwise

(Only men and women are real! Nothing else! Biology as I learned it in 4th grade is all that matters! Gender is sex and girls are pink and boys are blue and no one can change their name or take the Wrong Hormones because that automatically turns them into sexual deviants who wear dresses while having dicks so they can invade the Target bathroom and rape little girls! Being gay or transified is a LEARNED and INFLUENCED state, nothing to do with nature! No I will not acknowledge any of the extensive statistics and science and actual human history that disputes that, fuck you.)

These are people who encounter a Thing, form Their Opinion, and said Opinion is hammered in as law in their mind. Any time someone offers evidence or arguments that contradict that opinion and dares to point out how harmful it is gets taken as a direct attack on themselves and they immediately turn defensive.

Which utterly baffles me coming from my parents who are, respectively, a multidisciplinary artist and one of the hardest working and most intelligent men I know, both of whom came from large poor families who experienced shitty upbringing while destitute. They have been under the boot before.

And yet, here they are. Still on the Trump Reich's side. Because surely they can't have been wrong about him!

(My dad told me and reassured me and laughed me off. "Trump doesn't know anything about Project 2025! He said so himself!")

((This is the same man who has an eagle eye for con artist phone calls and scam flyers. This is the same man who only isn't watching TikTok sprees of men complaining about women when he's watching another World War II biopic.))

What do I do with that?

What does anyone do with people they love and who they know to have such a sharp mind in so many other ways, but are also...like this?

A day is going to come when we see Trump on TV, red capped and arm banded, giving the same salute Musk did. And my parents will say to me, dead serious, that it was just a fluke. A mistaken gesture. A satire. Stop worrying so much.

Because to say or believe anything else would mean admitting they'd made a huge and awful mistake.

[just-some-random-blogger]

Unturned Stones

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: Even in a world where you would not choose me, I would always choose you.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: gender neutral!reader, angst, teacher!Hob Gadling, typos, etc.

A/N: i nearly broke my keyboard because i was halfway done then i lost the whole thing so i rewrote it 😀 Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

The Sun was kind today. She smiled upon this plane with a golden glow. The green blades of grass gazing up to her, dewy with what remained of midnight rain, glimmered because of her light.

The breeze reminded everyone how sweet it was to be alive. The scent of the lawn across the lot, pricked with red and pink and white and purple, swirled kindly into your lungs to reassure of this.

And as he, Lord Morpheus, sauntered across the brown brick hall, the colors of the Waking World appeared as though they went to die in the blackness of his clothes. The matte velvet of his trench coat and the sheen of his leather shoes seemed devoid of all light.

His face, pale and sharp, however, lit up at the sight of the man across him, the whole reason why he was here at this place to begin with.

"Hey, Mr. Hobz," a group of students spoke as they passed the man. Hob greeted each student back by name and then turned back to his approaching friend.

He laughs heartily, hand patting the black fabric on the being's shoulder, "milord.”

"Hob, it is-"

"Gahh," Hob pulls him into a tight hug, arms sealing him tightly against his frame. The man chuckles as he pulls away, "good to see you, Dream."

Normally, Dream would not return a smile of out of respect, and it was true in this moment still. He did not smile back at Hob out of courtesy, he smiled back out of fondness, "likewise, my friend."

Hob could not help himself as they walked off. He threw his arm over Dream's shoulder and babbled on and on and on about his life thus far, pulling his companion close to him as he did.

When they reached the room Hob's next class would be at, the man pulls away and sets his satchel bag down, "you sure you don't want me to call out to you?" He turns to Dream, "let you speak a couple words."

"That won't be necessary, for your words are my words."

Hob snorts as he pulls out a book from his bag, "you mean my words are a dead man's words." He flips through the pages, looking for the excerpt he would be discussing today. He sighs rather wistfully, "ahh, you know, the bugger would have loved DVDs."

"His words are as much mine as they are his," Dream retorts, bringing his hands behind his back.

Hob turns to him but does not respond as a group of students enter the room and greet him loudly. Dream moves with them as they find their seats in the classroom, with desks on ascending stairs.

And when the hour turned two, Hob was ready to start, but there was something incredibly important still missing. He locked eyes with Dream, wordlessly asking if he should begin regardless of the fact, and with one firm nod from his friend, Hob began to speak.

"Moonlight follows the old laws," Hob said. He spoke plainly yet inspired all the attention to be offered to him. He took a few steps across the platform and continues, "as does sunshine, and all the rays that twinkle in the sky."

Dream, who was sat in the middle of the room, felt his insides swirl at the sound of the oration. He had not heard it in such a long time.

"The darkness sings with the light, which is why many winged creatures reply with song the morning. It is their nature to do so, their will, which coincides with the old laws," Hob says, just as the door to the room opens. All fail to notice this, transfixed on the spoken prose, all save one.

Dream watches you as you silently enter. His form reacts involuntarily, jaw clenching, breath shortening, palms dampening. You were here. Finally.

"What simple minds do not understand is that the laws do not limit, they guide."

You survey the room and find one vacant spot in the center, heading instinctively to it. Dream evens his breathing as you approach.

"The laws serve as the foundation for all who would otherwise act with no thoughts behind their eyes."

Hob finally notices you as you tiptoe across into the row. He notices Dream watching you, then finds himself smiling, "And though I know this truth, and though my mother taught me these laws thoroughly-"

You sit down with a huff.

"- against your love, my dreamer, the laws are mere suggestions to an old fool who cannot understand words."

Dream watches as you place your bag on your lap and pull out pen and paper. You flip the pages of your notebook and lift your eyes to your professor.

Your professor gestures to the class, "I have gone against my family. I have gone against Destiny and Death themselves. For what is their claim on you? Why should they touch you when you belong to me? Why should you leave my Dreaming when you've become my greatest dream?"

You write these very words on the blank page. You rewrite 'Dream' over and over until the ink is thick on the word, and Dream beside you nearly combusts at sight of a tiny heart you adorn beside his name.

"Yet, truly, I was a fool in love. My want to keep you close has become precisely why I could not keep you. For the price of forever with me meant tragedy for you. Existence would not let you be, for they believed you were not mine.

"And I watched my tender kisses fall numb on your grazed flesh. My touch no longer comforted your beaten form. My hubris has hurt you more than anything should have. I gazed upon your form and saw reflected the Nightmare that was I."

Dream stiffened when your shoulders brushed together.

"Desire tricked me, Despair whispered in my ear, and my brother, Destruction, spoke words that pierced my thorax. He asked how you could be mine when you were not a dream, you were blood and bones and flesh and sinew and soul." Hob recited. A line formed on his forehead. He had forgotten the words that came next.

The room watched as Hob walked to his desk and picked up his book. He put on his glasses and looked for the next part of the piece.

When it took a bit longer than expected, Dream whispered under his breath, "your body belonged to-"

"Your body belonged to the earth," Hob spoke.

You turned over your shoulder, hearing Dream mutter, "and your soul belonged to the Sunless Lands."

"And your soul belonged to the Sunless lands," Hob continued.

Dream could feel you looking at him. He could feel as you turned back to your professor who then spoke, "you did not belong to me."

Dream closed his eyes and repeated, 'you did not belong to me.'

"So," Hob tips his glasses and reaches his hand out, "I released you from my grasp." His eyes dart from the page to his students, "but I had already broken the laws to bind your spirit with mine."

You rest your head upon your hand, leaning on Dream's side, making a shiver run down his spine.

"As long as I was, so you were. Your breath would echo mine, even if you no longer knew it, even if it became as though that was never true," Hob lowered his book, "you would walk into a room and sit beside me, never knowing once before I kissed your skin and brushed your hair."

Hob saw you brush your hair to the side, whereupon Dream clenched his hand. The man saw how Dream’s stoic expression hardened, so he turned his gaze and sucked in a breath, "you would listen to me drone about my greatest love, never knowing it was the one I spoke to that I was speaking of.

"You would never know that every dance, sculpture, and ode that felt as though they were made for you were made for you, for I commissioned every poet and every painter to immortalize my love…"

"… my love."

Dream and Hob say this at the same time, one more desperate than the other.

Hob continues, "you would never know the songs you sing to someone else were all that remained of us.

"Though you look upon a face that is not mine with seemingly more adoration, I tell myself I am glad, because at least you were smiling. Though you sigh under the caress of another with words I swore only I would hear, I tell myself I am glad, because at least you were cared for.

"And though you hear these words now and think only, 'what tragedy', 'what poor fellow', I tell myself that I am glad, because at least, now you knew, even in a world where you would not choose me, I would always choose you."

Hob waits for a moment.

Dream eyes are fixed on you, but you did not know.

"My darling Delirium comforts me,” Hob mutters, “because she knows what it’s like to do one thing but want the other. I am glad but I am not."

You tilt your head to the side.

"I am not glad but I am."

The room is dead silent.

Hob offers the room a soft smile.

Dream stands and walks off from his seat. Hob watches him for a moment before turning back to the class, clapping his hands together, "alright, who wants to tell me what the excerpt is about?"

[sorenphelps]

All the artwork I made for the fanfic Crazy Ex-Boyfriend by @amethystheart2421 for this year's @rsbigbang!

It was a wild run, we got paired up quite late due to our original pairs dropping out of the Bang, and even though it was already December and time was running thin, I decided to make this whole deal a way bigger challenge than it supposed to be... So I ended up drawing all 7 fantasy sequences, trying to mimic a different style for all of them, and finishing both versions of the banners I had in mind. I know, I know, but I swear even I wasn't aware that I am such an overachiever either!

Also, I usually like to hide little details as easter eggs on all of my artwork, so naturally this was the case with these too. I'm gonna list them one by one, also share a little story about each piece, sort of like a "directors cut werk", just so we stick to the screenplay motif. The numbers in brackets lists the order in which I drew the pictures.

The banners (1.,9.): I haven't watched Crazy Ex-Girlfriend the show, so I really had no idea about this whole thing, hence my initial idea of re-drawing one of the official promo posters of the show as the banner. But then Nicole shared the first scene with me when we got paired up, and also told me that her original artist wanted to draw the stargazing scene, which I also really liked. I sketched out both versions to see which one would look better, and also to warm up a bit for this version of the characters. (Nicole also shared some faceclaims, so except Sirius' and Lily's design, I tried to stick to her vision as much as I could.) The Netflix poster was considered the final one for quite a while. The stargazing banner was the last piece of artwork I finished, which I also edited to be used as Chapter dividers. I liked the idea so much I actually referenced the starry sky on the other pictures too. On the Netflix banner, Remus' socks and Sirius' suit handkerchief (how do you call those things in English, gahh) both have the starry pattern.

The western (3.): By this time it was decided that I'd do all fantasy sequences in a different art style, but I couldn't really come up with any specific style which could have fit the western vibes, so the characters are drawn in my own usual style, only the colouring is different. I tried to go for a sepia effect, without using a filter, I think I could pull it off well enough. I was considering to draw Sirius as a Native American for this, because I just don't see him as Caucasian in general, and also, Black Dog sounds like a badly translated indigenous name... But I discarded this idea for the sake of "historical accuracy" (and to save time, haha), as I think they wouldn't visit a saloon this way. I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' handkerchief and... scarf? (I really should learn how certain textil items are called in English...) There is a wanted poster in the background with Voldy. And I swear I didn't mean to draw Remus looking this horny, it just kinda happened by accident! He is sure VERY fascinated by Sirius'... pistol.😜

The Star Trek (6.): My original idea was to draw like usual and just add so many lensflares to the picture that it's not visible if I copied another style or not. But in the meantime I started to watch Star Trek: Strange New Worlds with my bf and also found out that there is a new cartoon too, so it was then settled. This style is very different from my own, but it was so much fun! It was weird not to draw every single strand of hair in excruciating detail, actually that was the hardest part, haha! I struggled a bit with the placement of the lensflares too, the first version had too many and too bright, it had a disco vibe rather than a spaceship. I wanted to add easter eggs to the background screen, but I was running out of time, so there's only one light blue star similar on the screen! Also now I know that the uniform colors are not really consistent in Star Trek, and Remus’ might have had to be gold as Captain…🤷🏻‍♀️

The Disney (2.): This one sparked the first idea in my head after I read all fantasy scenes Nicole kindly shared with me. When I first sketched this, I still had no idea that I will end up drawing for every chapter and the style copying was not settled either. It started with this piece, I had the vision of the wolf chasing scene from Beauty and the Beast, and we were discussing whether it's plausible to collect berries during the winter or not... I've tried to make the final piece look as classic Disney as I can, and since I could pull it off, it was not a question anymore whether I'd try to do this with other styles for the other scenes. Retrospectively, this one was the easiest to make, apparently my usual style is not that far from Disney (I grew up watching those movies, so it's not a surprise), but I had to really focus on drawing the animals, it's been ages since I last drew any! (The trick is to give them eyebrows, and bam, it's Disney style!) Sirius' armour, clothes and sword has the star, and I also designed his own "crest" with the black dog and a star on his shoulder plate. The whole concept of the picture is Sirius' side being very bright coloured, while Remus' with the scary wolves in the background being very dark. This might have worked better if it was not set in the winter, but I wanted to stick to the Beauty and the Beast vision I had.

The Comicbook (4.): I was very excited for this one, I really like the looks of the old Batman the animated series, and the way some of his comics are drawn. It's such a unique style, I really like the simple shapes and bold contrasts. Well, it turned out I am very bad at this! I struggled quite a bit trying to capture what I had in mind, but I couldn't even come close to it... So I kinda cheated a bit because I just traced the lineart directly from the reference pictures of Batman comic books I found online. I tried to make Remus less buff, but it looked very weird, so I let him keep his muscular Batman body instead. I drew the wolf mask and the whole Sirius panel, and the coloring went smoothly after I finalized the lineart, even though I only realized that I switched the colour schemes of Remus' superhero outfit when I looked up the quotes for the comic panels, oops. Overall I like how it looks, but I am not that proud of it as I had to "cheat".

The Hobbit (5.): I've probably spent the most time with this one! I actually really like Martin Freeman as an older Remus FC, so I was quite excited to do this piece. My original idea was to mimic John Howe's style, as he is the Tolkien illustrator god, but his level of skill and mine are very very far from each other... and as I struggled a lot with the Batman piece, I felt like going for a smaller challenge. That's why I decided to have a go at Alphonse Mucha's art nouveau style. Turned out it was the worst possible idea! 🤣 The whole point of art nouveau is depicting attractive ladies in an ethereal way... But if you switch the ladies with a fat hobbit, the vibe def won't be the same! The first version just looks so extremely absurd, it's both awful and hilarious. By the time I could fix the pose so it wouldn't look as ridiculous, the final style looked nothing like art nouveau... I still have no idea what style it is now, not my own or any of the ones I tried to capture, that's for sure. I considered adding the star pattern to that tablecloth, but I decided that the lupin flowers in the foreground and the whomping willow-like tree are enough reference for this pic! I like how it turned out in the end tho, I think I could do justice for the watercolor-looking coloring technique, and the end result looks a bit like a fancier version of old children's book illustrations... Which is essentially what The Hobbit is, so it all sorted itself out by the end.

The Anime (7.): I like anime (I'm a little picky about them tho), so it was not a question that I would give this style a try! I am a huge fan of cyberpunk (the genre), so initially wanted to do that, I'm such a slut for Ghost in the Shell and I really like the aesthetics of the Akira posters, but after reading the actual scene, it was not really fitting. So I saved the cyberpunk AU for later, and went for the post-apocalyptic vibe instead. Obviously anime had a great influence on my art style, so similar to the Disney one, it was not that much of a challenge to mimic it. However I'm not that good at drawing backgrounds, and oh boy, I really made myself get over this obstacle with this series of pictures! Also as I was more comfortable with this piece, I actually added the starry sky pattern from the beginning to the scarf/blanket Remus has on this picture!

The Sitcom (8.): The original idea was to copy Hanna Barbera's old family cartoons' style, but as my deadline was very close and after reading the scene I realized that it will have a shitton of characters, I quickly abandoned my original plan. So this one is drawn in my own style, sort of, the designs of the characters are more aligned with Nicole's vision (sans Sirius, Lily, and partly Peter). The hardest part was definitely to figure out how I could fit 10 characters into one picture, let alone sitting in a living room! Also, I had to actually draw the living room too, considering perspective and scaling... Something I am not that good at. In the end the coffee table is maybe a little too big, but I needed that to hide the legs of the characters sitting on the sofa, haha! Also, the sofa is the Millennial Dark Green Velvet Sofa, because I also want to have one and it really emphasizes the general existential dread! (Just kidding.) Also also, I just realized that I have no idea how to eat tacos without making a mess (they are not that popular where I live). I added the starry sky pattern to Sirius' shirt, and gave a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt to Peter, as he is talking about that in the scene. I wanted to squeeze in further references to the newspaper Remus is holding, but it was too tiny. The star from Knight Sirius' armour is in the background on the bookshelf. Also that globe just makes no sense but I had no better idea how to fill the empty space 😅. Molly is holding a mug with "BEST MOM" written on it, and I intentionally made Marlene's eye colour the same as Remus', who btw should have worn a bathrobe according to the original scene, but it was too late to fix that by the time I realized it. All in all, I am quite satisfied with how it turned out, it has the necessary sitcom vibes. And it is kinda a record for me in terms of number of characters drawn (the most was 12, but that one has no background, so I'd call it a tie!)!! I am very proud of myself for pulling this piece off, it really is the achievement of the year!

TLDR; (I mean really, my rambling is just too long!) I am happy that I was paired up with Nicole, working with her was such a creative process! My absolute favourite thing to do is work on AUs, and she has provided me with the opportunity to do so, I am grateful! It was truly a pleasure to participate in this (even if it's not that clear from all the complaining I just had above, haha)! If you ask me nicely I might show you the cursed first version of the hobbit picture!

[moonjellysfeast]

Ipomoea - A Spark to Bonfire

cw; Basically depression, that murder from his debut mentioned, workplace harassment(Solved :)), Yandere reader, typical yandere stalking and such, Shout out bunny for naming the dead guy.

Years and years ago, a lonely boy lived in sorrow. He moved through the world, disconnected, as if he was a ghost. Merely going through the motions rather than thriving as you should. You may assume this boy goes on an adventure and gets his happy end, but really, he only grows to be a lonely man. You had become much better at pretending to be a real, living person, but it was often hard to do when you were so very hollow. Just a lonely man who continued to live in sorrow. You survived, decent job, reasonable home, enough to eat, you even kept some friends and hobbies to complete the illusion you truly were alive. Often you felt like a scarecrow, shaped like a human but really only stuffed with straw, a smile stitched into your face. This was why you were dangerous, you stood in dry fields and grinned, playing your part. You were never meant to encounter a spark like him. 

This story's spark was named Ipomoea, a shaky young man who had the misfortune of running face-first into your chest, a man who carelessly tossed a lit match into the straw stuffing of your body. You felt the warmth almost instantly, though it took time to spread. His wide eyes barely met yours as he squeaked and sputtered out a million apologies, stopping when a grin came to your face. You politely assured him it was ok, relishing in the newfound feeling of a real smile. However, once he scurried away, it felt cold again, colder now than it felt before. Like cold water was poured over the flames. Because of this, you found yourself keeping an eye out for him. You tried to spot him anywhere you went, hardly ever finding him until a door opened just in front of your face while you were on a walk.

"Gahh! I'm so, so sorry! Are you hurt? please don't be mad at me..." He looked like an angel with the way sun's rays shone behind him and you felt the genuine smile light across your face again as you stood.

"Not the first time we've bumped into each other. I hope it won't be the last either" He again refused eye contact, staring through your chest rather than at your face.

"I don't-" He stopped himself from saying he doesn't make friends, "Uh... go out, really?"

"Well... We haven't planned it so far. So I suppose you don't need to make any plans, but I'll keep an eye out for you're cute face~" He yelped and scurried away as you made note of the building he came from, presumably his workplace.

You really didn't mean to start stalking him. At first it was just incorporating passing his work into your walks and increasing how often you went on walks. Soon, that wasn't enough and you began to watch him through the windows, hiding just out of everyone's sight. Soon, that wasn't enough so you began to follow him when he left, endeared by his constant cute glances behind himself. Soon, that wasn't enough so you found your way to his online data, getting a peek at what he did in the times you weren't watching him. Soon, that wasn't enough so you snuck in and bugged his home, keeping watch over him from anywhere you were, getting to hear his sweet voice whenever you wanted to. Soon, that wasn't enough and you managed to intimidate some people into letting you work as a janitor at Ipomoea's work. Soon, your realized the people there were far too much. Specifically Daniel, who spent nearly all of his working hours focused on upsetting Ipomoea. 

It became a daily occurrence that Daniel would throw a drink onto Ipomoea, to the point that the poor man brought extra clothes to work expecting it. At least once each week, Daniel would corner Ipomoea and say some horrendous flirt, typically accompanied by angry hissing or attempts to bribe Ipomoea into sleeping with him. In turn, you worked hard to make Daniel's life miserable as well. Nothing too special, threats to his house, laxatives in his food and drink, and things of that nature. That changed the moment you saw a hand on Ipomoea's hip, Daniel had cornered him and was not only saying vile things, but touching the shaking boy as well. You made sure to apologize to Ipomoea for not dealing with the issue sooner by making a statue out of the body. Unfortunately he hadn't enjoyed it as much as you'd hoped, instead gaining more nightmares and going out less often. You didn't mind the latter.

Of course, that didn't mean you couldn't protect him at all, just that you ought not make the tributes to him too… gorey. You began to settle for floral displays around the corpse or notes in their blood. On occasion you couldn't help yourself but make something beautiful for him. You weren't killing just anyone, either! That would be insane! No, you saved your energy for watching Ipomoea as often as possible and only went to deal with especially difficult problems in his life. You worked hard to be a good boyfriend, even if your cute little darling hadn't admitted he loves you back yet. 

It was, indeed, very rude that he refused to show you that he loved you, even though you went through so much effort. You didn't give up on him, instead urging him to admit his love and warning him you were becoming impatient. You knew he'd felt the spark you had and you were certain he must have caught flame, you could feel the heat in your chest when you were near him. It was the only explanation for his behaviour, he must have been scared of how deep and strong your mutual love was. You understood, you had been scared of the flame when it was new, but the warmth was well worth the pain. Perhaps you just had to show him how delightful the warmth could be. One night, to ease him into the flames, you stood so the little bit of light in his room would illuminate your eyes. You hoped he'd remember your smile and feel comforted in seeing you watch over him so dutifully. After work the next day, you happily made your way to his home, expecting acknowledgement for your kindness. Instead, you found he'd ran away, packing only his essentials and breaking his lease as well as quitting his job. With that one decision, you finally understood why he wouldn't confess.

Ipomoea wanted you to prove you love by chasing him down.

[sunrae08]

Tell me about If I Found Life Again and story idea 5 :)

ahh thank you for asking about my WIPs I love to share my story ideas (because it takes me so long to actually write them 😭)

okay so In You I Found Life Again is the story of my very first OCs!! A few years ago (I want to say 2020 or 2021) I was trying to get myself back into the writing world and I came up with this story idea that has just been sitting around in my brain for literally forever lmao

it's a story about Ian- who tragically lost his boyfriend to a car accident. Ian goes through this depressive phase where he doesn't eat much, doesn't do much, and drinks himself almost to death. All in grief over the loss of his love. He's convinced that his life is over, that he has no reason to stay alive anymore- and that's when he finds someone new. Lee Jisung is like the complete opposite of Ian but they meet one day at the bar and it sparks something inside of Ian. Jisung makes him laugh and suddenly he doesn't feel so helpless anymore. The two of them kind of like find meaning for their lives in each other and it's beautiful and I NEED to just WRITE IT! I've had these lovely men in my head for so long they deserve to have their story written.

Now I'm so happy you asked about Story Idea 5 because IT'S MY FAVORITE and I just really need to get writing it as well. This is also a story about some of my OCs, but it's got less structure to it. Thus I haven't named it yet. But the general idea is-

Theo is part of a friend group of important people. The leader of this friend group is a known superhero who is adored and loved ny everyone. But Theo is just a regular guy, in fact he feels like he's only in this group of friends because they pity him. He's left out, he's made fun of, he really just doesn't feel like these people like him. And then one day he gets kidnapped by this superhero's enemy named Rain (you guys I love Rain so much he is my son and I shouldn't have favorite OCs but he is)

now Rain made this kidnapping as a way to try and force the Superhero guy (still working on that part of the story) to like face him? like he thought that the superhero would come rescue Theo and there would be a showdown and such. But here's the thing- no one ever shows up. Months go by and literally no one shows up to save Theo. So Rain recruits Theo to join his side of the fight. Theo realizes that he was right, none of his friends cared about him, and joins Rain. And their relationship is just soooo ahhhhh it's so good guys I want to just slurrp my thoughts onto my screen or telepathically show you all what I think because GAHH

ANYWAYS I am so totally normal about my OCs

I WILL write these stories eventually

thank you again for asking me about them because I love to yap

[kustar-ryumi]

✦ i am innocence condemned / sought to be snuffed / vermins despised / unfiltered hatred / for me and my “kind” / (around the world) / (all deceit and lies) / i am innocence condemned / don’t turn a blind eye. ✦ Gahh, poem/art by me!! Made in my sketchbook. It's meant to be interpretive, so the meaning/who (individual or group) it's about is pretty open! I am not the best at poetry, fairly beginner or mediocre at best. But oh well, what is art if not plentiful? 🤟🏼🧙🏼‍♂

[ruporas]

i wanted to give you some support to counteract the weird asks. and that is to say that... your comics and art hurt me in the best way. you really are *the* trigun artist for me. you give the characters such humanity and softness. i think you're the reason trigun occupies my brain so much, and why i'm reading through trimax.

your characterization is perfect. and it's wolfwood who i'm really a sucker for. the desire to protect him, knowing how unfair his life has been, maybe even knowing what happens to him as well. he has his gruff and blunt personality but its the way he's truly a sweetheart deep down, with those he loves, and not only that, but he would continue to protect others, before himself, despite everything.

...i really love how you do angst. neither of these idiots (affectionate) would admit to anything being wrong with them, and yet you manage to beautifully portray the weights they carry. if not through tension in their relationship, then physically (scars and memories; or dark circles under eyes. "can't talk about it" might be one of my favorite works of yours) um... basically, i hope you keep up the good work, and keep making things that you love and are passionate about. don't let the opinions of others stop you. the world needs your art and your voice. i love reading your tags and everything you do. ...and i hope you are taking care of yourself, irl. you are loved. <3 thank you.

T___T THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL OF YOUR KIND WORDS WAHHH... i didn't mind the previous asks at all, but it really means a lot to see this kind of support and i'm happy to know my art can push that desire to read maximum!!! sincerely, one of my top goals is to just push for that, so thank you for including that detail <3

and wolfwood is absolutely my favorite character so i'm happy to know my characterization for him is good... that sentence of him continuing to protect others first instead of himself is just, :") yeah,. for his entire life basically, he's taken care of other people and if not for the eom, he could've had a gentler life of doing just that, taking care of others without the bloodshed. he is such a sweet character, it's forever painful remembering what he's endured.

and gahh thank you so much for enjoying my work and for reading my comics in general..!!! vw is the rep ever for unspoken love so i have a lot of fun exploring the different avenues that could lead to, many parts of it tends to be sad and bittersweet, but only because they love the other so much.

genuinely, thank you for all of this!! i will keep making art for as long as i can, for myself and for everyone who's willing to stop by. this kind of support is always incredibly encouraging, i really don't know how to express it properly in words, but just know i read them over like 20 times before i can even reply bc i need to digest it and explode with joy dgmkdsmgg BUT THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO SEND THIS AND FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!! have this small doodle of two very exhausted guys, they are getting thru the horrors together

[scatterbrainedart]

I've only seen people talk about that scene as a confession, but to me it reads much more like a proposal.

Crowley didn't tell Aziraphale anything new. Nothing in the things he said came as a surprise to any of them, more than the fact that he was just saying them out loud at all. Sure, they haven't talked about how and why they love each other, but have they ever needed to? They already know it. The two of them is such an integral part of their every day. They do most things together. They trust each other more than they trust anyone else.

The worst thing Aziraphale could think of to threat Crowley with at the end of s1 was never talking to him ever again. He knew that was one of the worst things Crowley could imagine in that moment. It was the end of the world, the world that Crowley helped create and was naturally very attached to (to the point of falling), yet the worst outcome of it all was to never talk to Aziraphale again. Aziraphale already knows that Crowley loves him, therefore, a "confession" isn't necessary.

I mean overall, it's just factually a proposal. Crowley proposes that they run away together, once more. That's been what he wants for a long time, and Aziraphale knows that too. He's already been asked that once. Crowley is not even confessing that for the first time either. Nothing in that entire conversation is news, just feelings that haven't really been voiced in such a formal manner in quite a while.

And "We are a team, a group. A group of the two of us". Not "we could be". We are. And he wants to keep it that way. He is not confessing his love persay, even if there's definitely love behind what he's saying. He's literally saying "we've been (working) together a long time, relying on and trusting each other, and I want that to continue. I want to spend forever with you, as an us, just you and me".

Even with the whole "nothing lasts forever" with Crowley interpreting that as their relationship. He was hoping it would. He was trying to secure it so it would (get away from the things that were pulling them apart), much like someone would try to secure a relationship to last forever by proposing marriage. And personally, I think that hurts even more.

"We could have been us."

They could have been ineffable husbands, more or less. GAHH!!

[sorrowmoons]

It’s actually insane to me that you ever followed me back. Like, you’re an incredible creative, your world building is so unique, your art and writing is actually peak, and I’m just some random fuckass high schooler who can barely most things, and who barely knows the plot of the story for OCs I’ve had for 4 years. AND WE’RE AROUND THE SAME AGE?!?! Like, WHAT?!?!?! How are you so good at everything?!?! How did you see me as worthy of your time and follow?

Gahhhhhh you are seriously WAY too sweet. Glazing me up almost heh 😼 (/j)

But seriously, you have no idea how sweet this is. But I don’t think degrading yourself like that is sweet NUH UHHHHHH don’t even say such things dude!!!

I may sound like a broken record, but story building takes time and it’s so freaking HARD. Curses of Crows is just a mashup of ideas I’ve had over the years and putting them together for my own little silly story. And it’s not nearly done 😔😔 I have ways to go, but that also means theres no rush to find a story for your ocs. It takes time, and stories are freaking hard to out together sometimes.

GAHH STOP LOWERING YOURSELF!!! I’ve seen what you’ve created, and it’s all so amazing. I absolutely appreciate your words, but I hate to see you downgrade yourself AND your worth 🫶🫶

But thank you,, it means sosososo much that people enjoy my writing and drawings <33 AND YOU ARE A COOL PERSON, OFC ILL FOLLOW AND BE FRIENDS GAHHURRRRR I LOVE YOUR ART SM DONT EVEN PLAY WITH ME!!!!!

[binding-vows-in-silence-crept]

About me!

Helloo!! I'm Haz (she/her). This is a side-blog for my latest hyperfixation - which is Jujutsu Kaisen!! I haven't finished the series yet, but I've been devouring fan content for it, so I know all the spoilers.

My favourite characters are

Gojo Satoru,

Nanami Kento,

Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro and Kugisaki Nobara tied for third place!!

I think I'm aroace?? Maybe ??? gahh labels very tough. Anyways, I love love love gen fiction, and found family and platonic friendships and those are the types of stories I love to write and tell :D I don't write a lot of romance, although I do write lots of non-sexual intimacy! Please feel free to assume any of them as non-platonic or romantic if you really want to <3

I have one completed fic for this fandom::

Title: To Live or Not to Live, that is the question

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Megumi Fushiguro, Kugisaki Nobara Genre: Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst Rating: Teen (for swearing) Category: Gen Word Count: 10k

Itadori Yuuji decided how he wanted to die at fifteen years old. At sixteen, he is ready to face it. In a different age, a different decade, Gojo Satoru had held the life of another soon-to-be-dead 16-year-old determined to shoulder the world. History repeats itself in bad poetry. However, Amanai Riko is not Itadori Yuuji and Itadori Yuuji is not Amanai Riko and maybe that is a good thing. Once everything is over, Gojo Satoru can only hope that he will not end up with the corpse of another child in his arms. OR Alternate summary: Itadori Yuuji is sentenced for execution. His friends won't let him angst about it. Featuring lots of hugs, lots of love, a beach episode, a birthday party and a choice.

I've got three ongoing WIPs for this fandom, as follows...::

Classrooms and Deadlines

Gojo Satoru, once a science experiment now deemed a curse user has declared to the world that he will end it in three years. The entire sorcery world, all the major clans are hot on his tail. Satoru Gojo, mysteriously, proclaims that he will not harm a hair on the head of any sorcerer sent to kill him. In exchange, he wants to teach the next generation of sorcerers. The higher-ups and the clans agree. What are a bunch of children sacrifices in exchange for saving the world?

An AU with the premise of assassination classroom ! (dw, you need not have seen assassination classroom to follow along with the fic :D)

2. Fledglings

in which Yuji Itadori is 7 years old when his grandfather dies on him, he eats a weird ass finger, gets a fun demon roommate in his head, gets adopted by a strange white haired guy, gets another fun roommate in the form of Dark Gloomy delinquent baby megumi who likes to solve all problems by punching them in the face.

in which megumi is 7 and Tsumiki is 9, but both are way too old.

in which Gojo Satoru somehow becomes a father of three. This clearly disproves the existence of God, because if a higher being existed, they would see what a terrible idea this was and bend space and time and matter and black holes to make it Not Happen.

But clearly this has happened. Satoru Gojo is in possession of three children,, one of whom is far too adult for her own good, another casually housing the king of curses in his head sentenced to execution and the third for whom he is still fighting a long and painful custody battle.

But alas,, the little pink haired cotton candy of a child has a metaphorical execution order on his head (metaphorical meaning that the higher ups are going to be trying to kill him subtly. He had a literal execution order on his head too, but Gojo Satoru laughed in their faces, said no, threatened them mildly and it was gone. So now they are going to be dealing in secrets, and bribes and oh! there's a bit of poison in the birthday cake he ordered for Megumi's birthday how fun!)

In the background of the higher up's murder attempts is of course, Geto Suguru,, very very very interested in the super powerful curse inside Yuji Itadori's body. He wonders what Sukuna would taste like.

Kenjaku, in Kaori's body is biting their lips in frustration because this is all incredibly ahead of schedule and so not according to plan and shit, shit shit shit shit. All in all, a millennium long curse who has painstakingly carved out every little detail of a decades long plan has to learn how to improv because she did not do a good enough job of teaching toddler! Yuji that it is not a good idea to put random objects in one's mouth. Cue epic fails! Epic improvisations! and watching all so much beautiful setup wash down the drain.

Basically, in conclusion, if the world's continued peaceful existence were not dependent on Gojo Satoru working 14 hours a day, he might have applied for paternal leave.

3. Two Crowns on one King

au where satoru eats sukuna's fingers and gains a weird ass entity in his head. it's one way to cure crippling loneliness, i guess,, he thinks.

And he's never been one to make friends the normal way. doing normal shit is for boring people. and satoru is not boring.

In which Gojo Satoru decides (unknowingly) join his friend in the Has-An-Evil-Cursed-Spirit-In-His-Head Club and is the one with an angry king of curses in his head Sukuna. Includes lots of Shenanigans, lots of murder threats from a certain king of curses and lots of Satoru attempting to annoy the shit out of an old man from the Heian Era

Please feel free to ask me anything about these AUs!

[loopeyfluff]

hihi I come from twt and I wanted to let you know that your art and comics mean so much to me, specially the "and you just have to see it" one. i reread it every time I find it around and idk, it means so much to me since i found it just at the right time in my life and it really gave words to my understanding of not just WHY I love one piece, bur why I love Art

I had no clue you had tumblr but it's such a nice surprise!! never stop making art, please, it impacts peoples lives in wonderful ways that even if you don't know, it'll still be important and beautiful and it'll be worth it

at least it impacted my life a lot, even what could be seen as just a few comics

you're definitely one of my favorite artists, period? your skill is impressive both on a technical level and also storytelling wise, idk!! I just really enjoy it and I think more artists as cool as you should know that their work is appreciated!!!!!! if you think about it it's your fault for making the majority of my favorite pieces of op fanart on the fandom!!!!! so yeah

thank you so much for everything, really

sorry for the rambling tho

Oh my godddddddd oriyrgehehehehehhdhd this is SOOO LOVELY??? THIS WAS SUCH A WONDERFUL THING TO READ THIS MORNING MY HEART FEELS SO FULL OF WARMTH!!!! AGHHEUWUAGSGGSHS THANK YOUUUUUU SO MUCHHH!!!

First of all, thank you for finding my tumblr and sending me such a nice ask! This absolutely made my day, I always struggle understanding and conceptualising how memorable my art's presence is on the internet, but it always means the world to me to hear when my art has deeply affected them!!! To hear that you think about my art like, even weeks or months after you've seen them, it makes me really happy :)

Second of all, I'm so glad I was able to reach you with that comic in particular- I really think it's probably my magnum opus XD I was feeling really damn bummed out the month before I read one piece cause I was in exam period, tho I was feeling really depressed even after i got outta exam period. One piece got me out of that tho, and then I made that comic in my end of exam period the next year to remind me that things were different now!!! I literally poured my entire soul into that comic, that comic is legit just, me. So to find that so many other people resonated so hard with that,,,, gahh im just so glad it found you in a time of need as well :)

Third, YESS I LOVE MAKING ART SO MUCH!!! I hope you keep staying to look at whatever i create, because i have so many things i want to cook up!!- in fact im cooking up a pretty big meal rn ouo ehehhehehe. tho its not like. original. but im still putting my all into it 💪

Fourth, I'm seriously so flattered that I'm one of your favourite artists! Genuinely thank you so much for taking the time to let me know, I hope you have a wonderful week :)