#Guh. Complain complain. I can do this I just have to think.

[4ddi3addie2005]

So cooked

[judicent]

What the ever-loving fuck am I ever saying to anyone?

Because whatever the hell it is, I sure as shit don't mean it.

[coff-in]

aaAAAA I've been lurking and um um um I have brainrot from two of the previous asks >_> What if what if

Younger Sister Reader from the I love you more than I should post x Yandere Andrew post Decay route?? And they have the same toxic thing going on from that one post where Andy threatens to off himself if the reader moves an inch from his side. Like all I can think of is Andy having a shit ton of romantic feelings for reader that the reader is just coming into realization about while also reeling from the fact that, yk, Ash is dead? Andy telling his baby sister that he doesn't want to live if he can't have her (romantically, carnally, etc.) I just really want a jealousy scene where reader like...looks at another man and Andy is like "So. You want me to die?" and then reader has to comfort her older brother in a variety of ways that are decidedly not very sibling-like. Andy basically going "date me or I die" and reader is just. panicking.

notes from coff-in: i had trouble writing a ficlet or headcanons for this for some reason so it's just me fucking word vomiting my thoughts directly. also also also, thank you!!! i would've never thought people come to lurk on my blog, GUH IT'S SUCH AN HONOR!!! ur going to make my heart explode

[fem] reader-insert, [reader] is 1 year younger than ashley, incest, NSFW

i think it would mostly play out the same as yandere andrew with the older sibling but with more incestuous overtones. all i can think about is andrew and baby sister [reader] going out shopping or something. baby sis [reader] asks one of the employees where she could find some seasonings or something and the employee points to the aisle and leaves, then andrew comes up behind [reader] saying “did you really need to talk to him? hm? maybe you just wanted to ogle at him up close, huh? is your big brother not handsome enough for you anymore?” [reader]’s like “no no no!! I just needed to find the chili pepper, im sorry :(” and andrew makes her kiss him with tongue in the aisle to calm him down.

they’d have to get a job together, this is non-negotiable to andrew. preferably the same position so they’re close to each other but i think he’d settle on being in the same workplace in general if reasoned with enough. baby sis [reader] hides back into her shell again like she did when nina died but she doesn’t come back out this time. faced with the loss of her big sister ashley and the possible suicide andrew threatens her with, [reader] just deems it safer for her to be as introverted as possible. she’s still has some independence and autonomy but it’s only around andrew if that makes sense. she’ll cook and clean and entertain herself at home with or without andrew but in public she’s very introverted and clingy with andrew. andrew isn’t complaining about any of this though.

andrew’s very happy that he gets his baby sister to himself now! with all the fucked up shit they’ve done together he’s not too conserned with introducing themselves as a couple even if people put two-and-two together that they’re blood related. i can see him being very physically close and intimate with his baby sis [reader]. a hand on her lower back, hand holding, a finger curled in her hair, sleeping in the same bed, and like… a lot of sex. [reader] loves her brother and he’s been respectful when it came to sex. it took her a while to properly figure out how to feel about andrew’s romantic attraction towards her but she does feel the same way too (whether it was natural or something that was fostered while on the run). he likes to leave hickeys on her neck and other obvious places so people know who she belongs to.

every morning they wake up together in the same bed and say “I love you” to each other and they do it again every night before they go to bed.

i also think about semi-public sex with them, too. andrew gets jealous somehow and drags [reader] into an alleyway and forces her on to her knees and flops his cock on her face. “how about you show your big brother how sorry you are, huh?” she tries her best to take him into her mouth but she’s just really bad at it because she’s never done this before. andrew doesn’t mind, though, and praises her for her effort and eagerness because he can’t be mad at his baby sister for that long :) he cums into her mouth and her cheeks get filled up too quickly and some of his semen spills out of her mouth as she tries to swallow it all and andrew’s like “aww, what a good baby sister you are :) it’s ok if can’t swallow it all. i’ll have more for you later.”

i love this idea, thank you ‘nonnie.

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coff-in

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hi there! Can ask for some Spot/Johnathan X Reader where Reader get cuteness aggression from him just being his dorky, nerdy self?

Like, he's going on about a science topic and is being animated and expressive and being so happy and cute and Reader just goes on over and ambushes him with kisses or something? Maybe squishing his cheeks?

This man has me in a chokehold and I can't get enough of him. 🤍🖤🤍🖤

Thank you for your time! 🩵

Jonathan w/ a reader who has cuteness aggression!

Short one for this since I'm cooking dinner!! Chicken alfredo!

Written this as jon since theres been a lot of spot reqs lately!! Ik they're the same person but I write for them just ever so slightly different

Maybe

At least I think I do

Jon's more

Chill? Like less jealous

Just slightly

Really? Him

He squishes his own cheeks... he doesn't have much squish, not in the face reigon at least.. at least he doesnt think so

That doesn't seem to stop you from just

Walking up to him and cupping his face

Then

Squiiiiiish

Hes not complaining! He only asks you dont do it when hes doing something that requires concentration

Now the kisses...

He LOVES those

Slightly off topic but sometimes he'll hype up an injury to get more attention

Paper cut? He'll act like he just cut his finger off

Please oh please, y/n! Make it better :(!!

Looks at you all lovestruck when you're tending to him

Sobs

Anyways

Back to the prompt

Imagine like

No because imagine he starts rambling and hes getting really into it and it's the first time he let himself get really into it around you so

He just immediately trails off and gets nervous when you suddenly walk over to him

The relief he feels when you start kissing all over him

Hes a lil confused too, but he grows to love it!

Especially because sometimes he kinda

Gets embarrassed to outright ask for affection and praise

So the fact you're so willing to give it to him, for just existing, makes him feel so loved

GUH

[mademoisellekalopsia]

Innocent Hiccup Incantation of Sorts

In some moments, when one gets a case, the other can't help but be amused, scheming an innocent play, just for a tad bit. But really, it's all about the right timing. For instance:

A chuckled at the comment. The flush evident on their face, betraying their attempts to remain nonchalant. The hiccups' persistence were definitely distracting, but they did their best to compose themselves, getting back to work with the cooking.

"Thank you, dearest. It should be re-UCK'Ulp!-mmm…ready pretty soon. I just hope this little-hmp!hic-cuh'kl!-episode doesn't decide to act HUP!-up too much while we're eating."

"Don't jinx it," B chuckled, A chuckling along with them, whilst shaking their head.

"Right, right. No jinxing. Hrmk!-guh! Hopefully I can get some bre-HEEK! breather…while we're eating." A let out another sharp hiccup, their stomach jostled ever so quick beneath their B's arms.

B would tease them a bit. After a few seconds, they spoke. "Hiccup." As if waiting on cue for A to hitch.

A couldn't help but laugh at B's playful tease, despite their efforts to suppress it. A shook their head in mock annoyance.

"You mi-MMP!-mischievous little minx. Ooh, damn. Trying to get me to hiccup again, huh?"

As if obeying B's command, A let out a loud, deep hiccup, their stomach jolting beneath B's arms.

"Hiccup," B said it again.

Once again, B's command seemed to have a magical effect on A, as they let out another deep hiccup in response. A chuckled sheepishly, grumbling at the end, shaking their head before they spoke again.

"You know how to-Hmp!Huck'l!-mmm…get me every single time, don't you? You're a little-mmk!-lil' hiccup-whisperer, aren't you?"

"It's not me, it's your hiccups doing that. I can't tell when they'll come up." B smirked before, "Hiccup."

Yet again, B's command seemed to work its magic, as A let out another loud, deep hiccup. They rolled their eyes playfully, yet grumpily.

"Well, you're the one saying 'hic-'-CULGP!-hnn…like a magical incantation, and my poor belly-hmk!-keeps obeying your command. How is it not you?"

At that point, A decided to stay quiet, as if stopping for a moment out of guilt.

A breathed a soft sigh of relief, thinking that B had finally stopped with the little game. "Ah, finally, some reprieve…."

Suddenly, out of the blue, another deep "HMK!" escaped their lips, completely unexpected but somehow always expected.

"Ahaha!" B laughed out loud, a hand hover over their mouth. "I didn't even say anything!"

A huffed, but chuckled along with them, shaking their head in amused resignation.

"I know, I know. Hnk!Mmk!-oof…you didn't even say anything, and yet here I am, MMP!-still hiccuping like a cartoon character. It's ridiculous, really."

A patted their middle again, feeling the little jolts and jerks their hiccups caused.

"Hiccup." B said once more.

As if on cue once more, another deep hiccup escaped A's lips. They sighed in mock resignation, knowing they are powerless to resist B's little game.

"Oh, you just ca-UCK'L-can't help yourself, can you? You have to say it again…"

B muffled their incoming laughter, their face delved against A's back.

"You're relentless, you know HMK-uh!-you know that? My poor stomach is going to start com-complaining if you keep this up."

"Okay, okay, I'll refrain going further." In the end, B zipped their lips with a their fingers gesturing a zipper as they glide it over their lips, shut. B gave some rubs to tend their tummy and bring comfort in hopes to uplift the case a bit.

[verdantcrimson]

Gourmand Fragrance / Wagashi Revolution - 2

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[The next day]

Keito: —Seriously, this is completely incorrigible. Can’t anything be done about how ambiguous the term ‘medium heat’ is?

Keito: What does ‘heat the water to around 50 degrees’ mean, exactly? They ought to clearly state what temperature to use!

Keito: There are vague instructions like “Pay attention to the room temperature as well!” here too...

Keito: … No, there’s no use in complaining about this. Anyways, how should I deal with the situation at hand?

Keito: If I ask for Kanzaki’s help, I’d be able to get it done in one go, but I’d like to keep it a secret from him this time…

Nazuna: Rei-chin, why don’t we take a break and get something to drink… Huh? Keito-chin?

Rei: How rare. I never thought I’d see Hasumi-kun cooking.

Nazuna: That sweet smell… Are you making chocolate?

Nazuna: Keito-chin, did you start trying to make chocolate immediately?

Nazuna: Would it be okay for me to eat some? I just got off of work and I feel like having something sugary~

Nazuna: Oh, but only if you have any leftovers, obviously! You might have wanted to give it to someone else.

Keito: No it’s- Um, That is… It’s not an issue. In fact, it would probably be best for you to have some.

Nazuna: Thanks, Keito-chin! In that case, don’t mind if I do…

Nazuna: Thank you for the food~♪  

Nazuna: ~~~~~~Gh!?

Nazuna: Gyah!? This is unbeweivabwy hawd, Keito-chin!

Keito: … Sorry, Nito. I had been considering the possibility that maybe I just had a weak jaw, but it seems that I had simply failed.

Nazuna: You should’ve told me! I bit into it as hard as I could because I had no idea!

Nazuna: Uu, my tooth hurts… Rei-chin, are my teeth okay? None of them broke, right?

Rei: Worry not, Nito-kun. Your teeth remain aligned and in perfect condition.

Rei: My my, Hasumi-kun. It seems like you’ve created a rather deadly weapon.

Rei: Or perhaps it was meant to be a prank, replacing actual chocolate with fake chocolate.

Rei: In that case, should I have played along?

Keito: Hey, quit making fun of me. It was my bad, okay?

Keito: Guh, I knew I shouldn’t have tried making sweets without Kiryu.

Nazuna: Come to think of it, why isn’t Kuro-chin here with you, Keito-chin?

Keito: Kiryu has work scheduled for the entire day today. Since I had a bit of free time on my hands, I figured I would start practicing on my own.

Keito: However, I never expected that accomplishing my first goal, learning how to temper chocolate by heating and cooling it, would be so troublesome…

Rei: Hm. Hasumi-kun, you mentioned just now that this was your ‘first goal’. Does this mean you’re aiming for something else?

Keito: Yes. Nito is already aware, but what Kanzaki said yesterday is stuck in my head now.

Nazuna: Hm? What Souma-chin said— Do you mean the wagashi thing?

Keito: Exactly. After that, Kiryu and I had a discussion, and we came up with the idea of making wagashi that would be the star of Valentines to give to Kanzaki.

Keito: Kanzaki is always working so hard for AKATSUKI’s sake, and we wanted to express our gratitude to him…

Keito: Most of all, that disappointed expression he had on his face yesterday just won’t leave my mind.

Nazuna: I see. So I guess Keito-chin felt the same as me all along.

Nazuna: Actually, ever since I saw Mitsuru-chin’s sad face, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about if there’s anything I can do.

Nazuna: It’s so frustrating when there’s nothing I can do to help my cute juniors when they’re counting on me.

Keito: Yes. Kanzaki truly believed that I would be able to solve the issue and came to me as well.

Keito: So I feel like I should have been able to find some way to fulfill those expectations.

Keito: To do nothing for lack of a perfect plan, or to say that someone else might be better suited, excuses like those are no different from running away.

Rei: Fufu. You two have such lofty ambitions. It sure does pique my interest. ♪

Nazuna: Yeah, I totally get it, Keito-chin. It’s uncool to just do nothing!

Rei: However, if you’re struggling this hard to simply temper chocolate, how do you expect to create wagashi impressive enough to cause a sensation?

Keito: Urgh, you hit a bit of a sore spot there…

Nazuna: He’s right though.

Keito: Okay. So why aren’t wagashi popular for Valentines? There has to be a cause.

Nazuna: Putting aside technical concerns for now, what sort of wagashi can we make that would get people talking?

Rei: Since it’s Valentines season, how about doing some research on the kinds of sweets that people prefer?

Rei: Earlier, when I was walking around ES with Nito-kun, I saw quite a few Valentines Day Fairs going on.

Nazuna: Isn’t that great? Cinnamon was also advertising a limited-time menu.

Rei: So what do you say, Hasumi-kun?

Keito: Hmph. It’s irritating to be sweet-talked into something by Sakuma, but he has a point.

Keito: It’s a good idea. I’ll take your advice this time. You have my thanks, Sakuma.

Keito: Now that that’s settled, I’ll begin researching right away.

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[heyitsburtburt]

Burt Burt give us all of your opinions on your other fellow toppats,

harshly.

......

That's just asking for death. I guess I can use this space to complain about Seven.

In all honesty, the thing that bugs me about him is that he's so... blue. Like what the heck kind of guy wears that much blue!? And his head is so full of nonsense, he rambles on and on constantly and for what?It's like he's trying to waste time, I swear...

And then there's the fact that he always gets on my case for goofing when there's not really much to my job. Tell my underlings to do my bidding and then make sure things are running smoothly. That's all I have to really do! Other then go to meetings of course and supervise some heists here and there. So really, there's something VERY VERY wrong with him.

The guy doesn't get enough sleep I've noticed. It kind of worries me a bit. If he got just a few extra hours of sleep he'd be less wired then he usually is.

...I don't really have any complaints about anybody else though. I mean the complaints I have about the chief and his right hand can be applied to any boss and the new recruits can be a pain from time to time. But otherwise, I'm not too ruffled up about them.

Actually there's this one new recruit that I've been keeping an eye on. Apparently he was hired from the cells... I wonder what he's like...

Guh... what am I thinking...

[mirazia1200]

I’m not gay I’m just very slightly angled diagonally in a straight line (this is a lie I’m very much a squiggly spaghetti noodle) ((By which I mean I am very gay))

I miss him already :( so fuck it I’m doing an appreciation post because SHE DESERVES IT!!! HE’S THE BEST HUSBAND FUCKING FIGHT ME ON THIS YOU WON’T WIN!!!! (Don’t actually fight me she doesn’t like it when I get hurt and I don’t wanna upset them. I’m not being a coward I’m stating a fact cough ahem anyways)

Gay

Can scientists please invent the time machine already please? Like uhm hello spend less time making scifi movies about it and more time trying to UNITE ME AND MY HUSBAND IN EVERLASTING MATRIMONY via a time machine that will let me skip all these long distance waiting game shenanigans (not that I mind waiting) and skip DIAGONALLY (because let’s face it it’s not straight/silly) to the part where we kiss because…

Hehhehehehehebb… she’s so… clenches my fists… RRRAAHHH… wanna just… kiss her and be gay… I usually try to be normal about his existence and stay composed but fuck it this one time I will openly admit that I am not, in fact, normal about their existence and that I am not, in fact, the least bit composed. Rrr… lemme kiss them already why does the universe do this to me… I willingly signed up for this long distance but that doesn’t mean I gotta not complain like I’m sorry you want me to sit there looking at her face on a screen… A SCREEN? AND I CAN’T FUCKING KISS HIM?

I swear I want to just

Do this and appear out of their phone screen. I’ll crawl through their screen and tower over them menacingly (IGNORE THAT WE ARE BODILY SHORT.) and then loudly exclaim “I WANT WAFFLE FRIE- AHEM. Sorry, what I meant to say is, I’VE COME TO CLAIM YOUR HEART” and then I carry them off into the sunset in the distance or some random ass romance movie cliche like that I don’t know

My point is guh I am gay and I want to KISS. HIS. FACE. AAAGH.

You’re probably thinking to yourself “get a load of this guy, he thinks he has it sooooo good.” Uhm yeah, hello? Have you like. Not even seen who I’m talking about? (You haven’t but that’s ok we’re the only one who gets to see their smile cuz society is too horrid to lay witness to such beauty) Clearly you haven’t so let me go ahead and explain THE WONDERS OF RAINE.

Their fucking giggles. That’s it that’s the post cya/j /silly

I love their laughter and their giggles and their silly little smile and the way they pause to process something for like 3 seconds before laughing in response sometimes, he’s so laggy like a super old computer living in modern 2024 technology era but that’s ok I still love him guys he’s so… RRRRRR I wish I could grab him by the collar and just surprise him with a quick kiss while he’s in the middle of laughing and then I run away because why did I do that what uhm anyways

I love the way they hide their face sometimes it’s adorable. She usually does it when I call him adorable and her doing that is NOT helping them beat the adorable allegations guys!!! And it’s funny because sometimes I can tell when she does it even if she doesn’t have her camera on cuz like I can just. How the fuck do I explain it my brain is dead. I just know sometimes

GIVE ME YOUR GENDER!!!/silly /pos Ugh… he’s so… everything… like… who made it legal for him to be so girl boss slay but so fucking daddy at the same time like. Holy shit why did I just say that- anyways. Like they pointed it out during our VC earlier how their voice sounds both feminine and masculine and he can shift it higher or deeper like… give. Give me your voice GIVE IT TO ME NOW!!! I wanna stuff your vocal chords into a cassette player and hit play on loop for the rest of my fucking life and I know that sounds creepy maybe but I mean it in the most loving and complimentary way possible

He makes me like bad weather now because I always hated the rain because sometimes the rain pounding against the window is so loud I can hear it over my music, but now I love it and I willingly listen to the rain because like. That’s my husband talking/ij She makes me enjoy the changes in weather and I hate to say it but maybe this werewolf is a little more willing to venture into the cold outside his den than he used to be

I love him he’s so… LOOK AT HIM. (Insert poorly drawn reference image of them) I wanna staaaaare… I wanna get lost in his gaze… her eyes are so pretty… and their hair looks soft I wanna touch it… rrrrr… run my hands through it… SURPRISE! I’m totally pulling his hair at random at some point in our life together, I just wanna see how they’d react to that

He is the light at the end of the tunnel… which is almost scary to say? That tunnel’s been dark for a really long time… I’m scared to go back to the darkness that was there before he showed me that light… but they’re always there, telling me they’re never gonna leave. It’s so comforting, but sometimes it does more harm than good, sometimes I think to myself “you say that now, but what will you have to say when you’re proven wrong…?” But I can’t think like that. I have to trust him. I want to believe her words, and I do believe them too! Sometimes it’s just a little harder to shove away the nagging voice in my head is all. But he helps with that too… the moment she hears I’m struggling she knows exactly how to make that little voice shut the hell up…

And he still says he’s not doing enough… I disagree, they do so much already, and they still want to do more…? It inspires me… they do so much… for us, for others in general… what about me? What the heck am I doing? Sitting around and waiting for rescue like a damsel in distress. That isn’t what she deserves. No, she needs more from me too… so I’ll give that. We’re so far apart from each other in real life, there’s only so much we can do for each other, but with each and every day, I’m growing stronger thanks to him, and I wanna show him that. I’m not gonna sit around and wait, I’ll climb down the tower and meet him halfway… that’s what he deserves. I gotta put in the work too… the effort, the dedication, everything…

So let’s go, universe, throw obstacles at me left and right, I’ll climb your stupid mountain if it means he’s waiting for me at the top of it, and when I’m there we’ll look back and admire the view… look back and see all the things we accomplished together, and then maybe we can both be proud of ourselves too, instead of just each other

I smell a fire, and the thing on fire is me! I’m gonna go throw myself into a lake now, goodnight

I could say so much more… I should say so much more! But I’m tired and my mind is fleeing reality so time to daydream cuddles with her while I stare at the ceiling fan

-Luminescence

[aeoki]

Seven Bridges - Love and Peace?: Chapter 1

Location: Yumenosaki Student Council Room Characters: Ritsu, Mao & Hitsugi

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ< At that time. Yumenosaki Academy, Student Council Room. >

Ritsu: An idol training school of long-standing tradition and achievements to its name: Yumenosaki Academy…

I am the one with the most authority here – the student council president, Ritsu Sakuma.

Today, I have extremely unfortunate news for you all.

Mao: Hey, what’re you doing, Ritsu? Where did you come from? Don’t just sit in the student council president's chair just because you want to.

Ritsu: What’s Maa-kun’s is mine and what’s mine is Maa-kun’s. We’re a couple who shares things between us and love one another.

Mao: I don’t understand. Anyway, if a new student walks in, they’re going to get the wrong idea, so can you not?

Ritsu: It’s not the wrong idea! We’re in love with each other…!

Mao: That’s not what I’m talking about. Don’t call yourself the student council president – they’ll think they hopped into the wrong timeline or something.

Ritsu: What’s a timeline? Can you not use those nerdy manga words?

Mao: I’m not a manga nerd! I just like manga as much as everyone else!

Ritsu: That’s what they all say.

Hitsugi: Hello~? Hello, hello~? Excuse me for interrupting!

Mao: Oh? I see you’re here, Anzu – Sorry for asking you to come all the way here.

Ritsu: Anzu…? It’s been a while since I last saw you but it feels like you’ve changed?

Hitsugi: ……? ……?

Really? I can’t tell!

Ritsu: No, I’m not talking about you.

Mao: Yeah. He’s not Anzu, but uhh, he’s someone from the “producer course” that’s been with Anzu a lot recently. I dunno the details though.

Err, you’re Kurone, right?

Hitsugi: Yes! I’m Hitsugi Kurone, a second-year student in the “producer course”!

I wanted to fulfil my heart’s desire and get Anzu-senpai to pay attention to me and she told me, “You can come if you’d like” so…

I followed with my heart racing! I’m so happy!

Ritsu: …………

Mao: Hm? What’re you doing, Ritsu? Why’re you crawling under the desk…?

Ritsu: I don’t know who this kid is, but I don’t want to get involved with someone other than Anzu from the “producer course”.

Mao: ……?

Hitsugi: Woah! That’s useful knowledge! It’s proper manners to talk under the desk in the student council room, huh! Like this? Is this what I should do?

Ritsu: Can you stay away from me?

Look, Maa-kun gets jealous whenever he sees me chatting with someone else, you know…? ♪

Hitsugi: Whaa~! That’s so passionate! Looks like those rumours were true!

Ritsu: What rumours? Is someone gossiping about our relationship? Tell me the details.

Hitsugi: You told me to stay away so it’ll be hard to have a conversation!

Ritsu: I didn’t tell you not to talk to me.

Mao: ……? I don’t really get it, but oh well. The sun will set if I keep complaining about how strange they’re acting. That’s the first lesson I’ve learnt after becoming the new student council president of Yumenosaki.

Anyway, don’t be shy and come in, Anzu.

I’ll say this over and over again, but I’m really sorry – I called you over despite knowing you were busy.

It’s also pretty complicated to talk about it on “Hallhands”. I prefer talking in person when it comes to things like this.

…Up until last year, if I had something I needed to talk to you about, I could’ve just gone over to the classroom next door.

But it’s a new year and our positions have changed too – It feels like there’s a weird bit of space between us.

“Sorry”, you say? No, there’s no need for you to apologise at all~

Haha. Looks like that part of you hasn’t changed. I’m kinda relieved…♪

Hitsugi: Affair! It’s an affair, Ricchan-san! Your wife is batting his eyelashes at another woman!

Ritsu: What’re you doing? You’re my wife! Don’t you have any sense of ethics!?

Mao: The onlookers sure are noisy… Sorry, things are kinda uneasy, Anzu.

Sit over there. I’ve got something important I need to tell you.

Hitsugi: Is he gonna propose? Is he gonna propose?

Ritsu: Guh, and to think Anzu would beat me to the punch… I was careless because I was satisfied with what I had – Ricchan will reflect on this.

Hitsugi: You haven’t lost yet! You can totally make a comeback! Don’t give up, Ricchan-san!

Ritsu: You’re right! I won’t give up – I’ll muster the courage to confess…!

Mao: Guys, if you really don’t have anything better to do, could you guys just go home…?

Well, I guess I don’t mind. Being surrounded by chaos and noise is what Yumenosaki is all about.

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[unlimitedbutchworks]

rambly complaining about weird tumblr views on kink

i get that all we do on this website is polarize and pontificate over whos most right and morality by disgust is super popular as a frame of mind but it really just does not sit well with me seeing people equate cnc with ageplay and incest kink stuff. like really it just weirds me out to act like cnc has the same risk of issues and messiness as those at all without getting kneejerky against weird sex stuff you dont like. idk like if you wanna operate under the assumption that theres some kind of “unhealthiness” to harsh stuff i think you can pretty obviously see that if we’re thinking about what has more risks for actual predatory people i dont think that cnc nearly has as many avenues for abuse as ageplay because ultimately the issue isnt with the weird sexuality the issue is with whoevers doing the evil shit, like the root issue and actual problem of someone using a kink to abuse is that the abuser has the power to continue and get away with their shit, not that they get off to something shitty

which is why kink communities (at least good kink communities) watch and mind people in order to avoid abusive types, like talking to the previous subs of someone to see how well they communicate and play and shit isnt that crazy at all but you guys dont know that because youre not in the kink communities which is FINE but then why do you have to bitch about us if youre not even gonna try to understand :/ like im not saying that heavy kinks dont have any effect on people cuz they certainly can but like thats why we have aftercare and thats why we think about kink and how we interact and engage with it idk man. nobody got nuance anymore. the gall to act like we’re all spiting survivors or getting off to real harm when so many of us are survivors of shit ourselves its like... guh

[bigmack2go]

Continuing my parents guides

As allways: if you are a parent, DO NOT use these. Im begging you save your child the embarrassment. This is only for educational purposes and so you know what we are talking about when we use these.

That being said imma teach u the months to you now. Dont u dare interupt me i know u know the months. But u dont. So stfu. (Haha did u do ur homework? Do u know what stfu means?)

Okay lets go

So January is new starts and shit thats not something that only we do

February is honestly nothing special. Maybe we make fun of it being short like we do woth our friends but even that isnt very common

Now march, march is where the fun begins. March is when caesar was murdered. We usually have a bunch of phineas and ferb memes. Its also womens month.

In april spiritual people, religious people etc often do what imma simplify to you as „recharge“. Theres also a whole lot of complaints about the weather so theres that.

I honestly dont think may has anything special but i have adhd so i might be forgetting smt major rn lmao

June. Listen, we love june. June is the month of the ✨guh-guh-guh-gaAYS✨. (June is pridemonth)

And in july we complain that companies only use pride month for promo.

August. Im gonna be honest im not really objective on this bc its my birthday in august so thats sortof the only thing august stand for to me lmao. Its summer tho, i can say that

Ooo the embers… this is gona be great

September usually gets roasted for being bisexual(?) in september the most people get cancelled (2024 is an exception prolly)

Oktober is the month of creativity. Its not actually lmao i just said that. Because in October we usually make a bunch of art challanges (or other challanges for each day. And then we put „tober“ at the end and tadaa. Inktober! Costober! Fotober! And all that. That originally began bc well obv october is helloween month right? Right. So they did this thing called spooktober. Which can be each of those, it just has to be scary yk? And because America is weird and they do halloween wrong (/hj) they just don’t always use the spook and instead make whatever tober. (This whole explanation was a joke. Pls dont cancel me) and then theres hell week

Now hold your horses and settle your seatbelts for november cuz dis gon be a hell of a ride. It’s honestly actually not that much. Its just one thing but you’re gonne be a little disturbed after it. So november is NNN which is short for No Nut November. Boys chllange themselves to not masturbate or do anything sexual for that whole month. I have no idea where that came from so dont kick me. Its not my fault. Anyway youre gonna see a whole lot of people setting their profile pictures to eggs. Now ik i said its only one thing but see- it is one thing. The eggs are related to that. A whole egg means they still havent „lost“ nnn. A broken egg signals people in comentsections to pay respect to their fallen brother/the fallen soldier (youre gonna find some of both brother and soldier) also when i said we love the tembers its because some people make variations of this in september oktober and December too. Idek

December is basically just Christmas.

ByyEEE

[onippep]

any thoughts or feelings about the regulars that order from the pizzeria?

Regulars include the Bosses, NPCs, common enemies, and some special guests from other franchises.

(I like them all. They like to tell me things. Sometimes they think I'm the head Peppino and treat me bad. I enjoy racing around in the vents with Brick during my breaks. I let Gustavo bluetooth to the speakers and let him play whatever he wants. Peppino still hasn't noticed. Noisette is very nice.)

They're the norm around here, which isn't very normal I guess. They can be a total pain in the culo with the antics they get up to, but it's business. I don't have room to complain. I need the money. Guh.

I don't like speaking ill of any customers, but if I have to take another one of NOISE'S PRANK CALLS OR Pepperman's orders when he knows VERY well that my stock is precious and his RIDICULOUS DEMANDS ARE IMPOSSIBLE TO DO, I MIGHT JUST

Oh yeah, Noisette is nice. She annoys me the least. Gerome too.

I swear, sometimes I see that Pizza-Prick around here too...

[icharchivist]

Veilguard Spoilers (& negativity, alas)

the thing is that i am a "The Veil needs to come down" truther, which, i guess, isn't what the devs wanted us to take away from the game, but this is frustrating me that the game only approaches it from "you should see how the world was back then", in a way that reduces it to basically "nooo but before was better" rather than actually exploring any of the reasons the Veil is bad?

because we're in the North there is a better acceptance of magic but it means there's really a struggle to connect, or remember, just how much the Veil is fucking up both sides especially in the south.

and the fact that they actually reduced a lot the Elven Racism in the game (like, they mention it if Rook is an elf in Tevinter, that it's tough growing there, but there's no actual visceral feeling of just how bad the elves got it) means it cheapens also just how bad the socio-political situation of the elves are BECAUSE of the Veil.

Which also extends to the fact they keep undermining slavery in a sense? like sure the Shadow Dragons fight slavery but they only ever MENTION it, you don't see just how horrible it is in Tevinter, we don't have the POV of someone like Fenris to carry it through.

and the same thing can be said about the Crows btw!! yes Lucanis is Crows' royalty so his story is different but the fact there's literally no mention of the slavery or the torture linked to grooming young Crows as alarming to me. Like damn actually them forgetting about Zevran during interviews was a major red flag.

But the thing is that therefore you don't really get the scope of how fucking dire the situation is in Thedas BECAUSE OF THE VEIL, as it is right now!! it was collapsing anyway!!! it is not natural!!!

The only thing is that Solas wanted to control the way the Veil came down to limit the damages, but it also meant putting this blood on his hands because it'd be pulling the trigger. He was ready to be the villain here.

Now we just... have Solas accept to reinforce the Veil with his own existence? The Veil that caused the enslavement of his people???

ALSO the fact we don't talk about the Spirits' situation at all?? The Veil is a torture to the spirit. They actually admit Solas is a spirit which FINALLY means people have to understand that Solas also sees the way people ENSLAVE SPIRITS is a massive fucking problem, but now, despite the fact we have Spite's storyline, it's not touched on??

Seeing the Necropolis and Rivain's more open to spirits culture is nice, but as it takes over from the actual horrifying state of how Spirits are treated...

also likewise with how the Vallaslin being slave markings are never brought up again, and so never brought up on Cole's "he didn't want a body, but he came when she called anyway. It hurt when he burns her off his face", like hi hey? There was always this subtext about Vallaslin being blood magic to bind the spirits to bodies but they. didn't bring it up again.

and i think i get why that's what drives me nuts. Those are the things a lot of people had complains about because the depiction itself of those fucked up elements were often pointed out as the trivialization of those elements

but by refusing to acknowledging any of that as SOLAS' MOTIVATION and therefore making sure Solas actually reinforce the Veil because "you don't need to keep being the villain just because you're trying to fix your mess" is genuinely upsetting???

The veil should have came down and the ending should have been about doing even MORE preparation to protect the world from when magic comes back.

This is where Rook being the "Champion of the Fade" would have been very interesting because it would also have saved the people who are still stuck in the fade.

guh i might be genuinely upset about this

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary271

6/14-15/24

friday - saturday

remained ill today ,

unpleasant, i just want this to freaking stop but it will not.

otherwise, working a lot of the cover art, or this one chunk of it. and then onto other chunks of it. i could have started this sooner... but who cares about that.

i saw something funny today, an artist complaining about people stealing their style, which i thought was funny because there's like multiple things i could refer to as things which they conceivably have cribbed from. which isn't a big deal to me but it's weird how artists get about stealing 'styles', everyone is absorbing a bunch from others, even if someone is super unique there's still some kind of antecedent, coming up with a 'unique' style for lots of people seems to amount to a mixing of pre-existing things rather than really thinking about the world, what things might mean, and stuff like that, so i guess they get territorial over their cluster of things as if they are possessions/property rather than parts of a thought. idk. weird stuff.

i think i finished a good chunk of this thing i've been working on, which is nice, feels good to have bigger areas filled in, this thing is like, half of the cover art i think, so basically getting it done will mean i'm roughly halfway there.

anyway our friend is over now, he got locked out of his hostel because he stayed out too late w/ my gf, glad i can get to see him, even if just for today and then i'm too sick the rest of the week. apparently, at some point, someone flashed their gun at him, and was like, what if someone pulled a gun on you. horrible stuff, #americamoment.

he is very nice, he's exactly what i hoped for i think, as a guy. he's super nice, into cars and books and things, polite, nice to talk to. i'm happy he's here. i'm always apprehensive about meeting anyone, i am glad to say 90% of the time i am wrong to feel that way.

he is asleep now.

doing a white bg test on the thing i'm drawing/tracing (not really just tracing, anymore, since i've been drawing my own weird shit onto it/over it, reformatting it around those weird things, new flower shapes, vine-y things, more explicit kinds of flower drawing too, i drew some wilt-y tuberose, which i am very proud of fsr, i guess when done i'll post the reference/source and the thing i drew, to compare. i think they're fairly different. the source is also an ad from 1906), and i think it looks very good tbh. maybe that will change, but i like how it looks, with all the hard pixels and stuff.

another short entry today, because of exhaustion and stuff, i am staying up too late again today, it's 8 am now.. guh..

just did a little more to the drawing, but i really must stop and let myself sleep,

so,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[honkbird]

-"You can do all this easily with 5e, just gotta be a better DM tbh" -"While yes, 5e isn’t the most helpful for dms to implement an alternate fail state for the party, that doesn’t mean the dm is helpless. They just have to put their thinking caps on." -"Everything in this post is a DM skill issue" -"There are plenty of scenarios that good DMs build into their game to create consequence" -"Meh. This is a DMing fail, not a system fail." -"People complaining about 5e not being ‘punchy’ enough in regards to consequences have no imagination, and or a shitty dm" All of those are pretty unanimous replies in regards to what I feel is the main issue in terms of system perception in the reddit thread: "There is no rule that says the enemies can't use non-lethal attacks, a TPK doesn't have to mean game over, it is all up to the DM. DnD also actively encourages DMs to treat the system more like flexible guidelines and bend the rules if it works better with your narrative." It's just. Guh !! . Sure an Amazing-Best-In-The-World DM could fix any issue but not everyone Wants to work around rules that don't help them, and have to "bend the rules" to quality as anything other than a "shitty dm". Every solution in the thread either says 'well they SHOULD be using [homerule]' or 'they just need to be creative'. Hurts the soul a bit to read all those posts, but it felt really good to read some of the people who opened your blog and got more context. The worst part is I was totally in those shoes years ago, I remember having played nothing but 5e for Years (Before I could really get into 4e, 5e came out). I was a "forever DM" and thought my utter exhaustion and malcontent towards Needing to homebrew everything worth playing was just normal. It's just normal! Everyone does it. Every Good DM can improvise something on the spot. Did something not workout? Must've been a Bad DM. A Good DM can make anything work with 5e, why bother with these other systems? A mirror to the past and I feel so bad for myself years ago. Chin up buddy, it gets worse but in a good way (GURPS 4e)!

Someone shared your "modern dnd assumes players keep on winning" post on the fansofcriticalrole subreddit and the responses are what you'd expect.

A lot of pissing on the poor there (like people assuming that I think D&D needs to be played as a linear narrative instead of something largely player-driven where the issues pointed at in that post largely become non-issues) but I'm glad a few people have actually understood what I meant.

[fickleminder]

falling (for you)

Five times you fell on Satan, and one time he returned the favor.

Obligatory 5+1 fic featuring Satan x GN!MC 💚

(1)

“Guh…!”

Despite what romance novels say, having someone cushion your fall is painful. Both for you and the unfortunate soul you landed on.

All eyes are on the groaning tangle of limbs in the middle of the student council room, and nobody misses the thinly veiled anger in Satan’s question:

“...Do you want to tell me why you just appeared out of thin air and landed on my head?”

“Because… gravity?” You squeak, wondering if you should start running for the hills. The throbbing in your skull tells you that you won’t get very far before Satan catches up, but thankfully his sudden grin indicates that he’s pleased with your answer.

“Is that your way of saying that you’re naturally drawn to me? Because you and I are somehow meant to be together? Well… in that case, I suppose you couldn’t help it.”

“Find that explanation appealing, do you, Satan?” Belphie drawls before the rest of the brothers start swarming you, excited to see their favorite human in the Devildom again.

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(2)

There’s hazing, and then there’s outright murder attempts.

The fact that Diavolo is spearheading a program to promote peace between the three realms implies the presence of discord. While having the protection of the Avatars of Sin has mostly deterred any unsavory actions against you, you’re not completely immune to shoulder checks and stray limbs tripping you up behind classroom walls.

But an unfamiliar hand on your back as you’re walking down the stairs? That’s new.

The slightest pressure is all it takes to send you pitching forwards, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness steals the breath from your lungs. You’re too far from the railings to grab at them and there’s no one around; all you can do is raise your arms to cover your face and brace—

“Watch it!”

You collide with something warm, and strong arms wind around your body as your abrupt descent is cushioned by a solid torso that slams onto the ground in your place. The impact leaves you winded, but seeing as Satan had taken the brunt of the fall, you know he’s got it ten times worse.

“Hey, are you alright?”

You could have sworn the stairway had been empty when you were making your way down, but you’re not complaining about Satan’s timely arrival. Too focused on catching your breath, you miss the way he narrows his eyes at the slimy tail disappearing around the corner one floor above.

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(3)

“I am the magician Solomon… Heed my words! Open the way forward, and create a path where there was none! Show us the way to the reaper’s cave!”

If you survived Solomon’s portals once, you can do it again. You’re determined to land on your feet this time, but it feels like you’re being strewn in the middle of a tornado, unable to distinguish up from down or Mammon’s high-pitched shrieks from Levi’s terrified wails. 

Just as your lunch threatens to make a reappearance, the literal light at the end of the tunnel dawns on your group and you find yourself dumped towards your destination head first. Learning from your previous experience, you twist your body in mid-air, trying to angle your feet towards the ground—

“Oof!”

—and end up driving your knee into the pit of Satan’s stomach instead.

“You...!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry—!”

“Are you trying to kill me before I even have the chance to meet the reaper?!” If he weren’t doubled over in pain, you’d probably be the one in a world of pain.

Your frantic apologies do little to mollify him, so you make sure to keep Lucifer between him and yourself for the rest of the trip.

(But when Satan gets cursed into a harmless-looking Little D, you don’t mind giving him a ride on your shoulder.)

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(4)

After a year of formal training under Solomon, you should have gotten the hang of this by now. You’d even practiced thinking with portals and everything, so what gives?!

“I can’t believe you didn’t catch me.”

“Catch you? How exactly was I supposed to do that? It’s not like you gave me any warning that you were about to come tumbling down on me.”

Coughing slightly from all the dust, you carefully gather the books that had fallen from the shelves with you. Crashing into Satan in the middle of the RAD library was not how you had envisioned making your grand entrance back into the Devildom, but at least you didn’t lose a limb along the way.

You let out a startled yelp as you’re abruptly hauled upwards, and wheeze as Satan crushes you in a firm hug, scattered books be damned. “Missed you,” he whispers into your ear, squeezing impossibly tighter. 

“Missed you too, cat boy. Aren’t you glad I fell on you now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Knowing you, if you’d known that was coming, you would’ve just moved out of the way.”

“...Shut up.”

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(5)

“A treasure chest?”

“Yeah, buried somewhere on campus apparently.” You recount Mammon’s texts with an exasperated sigh. “Honestly I don’t know where he gets all his sketchy intel from. I should ask Levi to beef up his spam filter or something.”

“But it’s so entertaining to watch him make a fool of himself.” Satan grins, and you slap his shoulder for being mean to his older brother. “Besides, so long as nobody gets hurt, I don’t see—”

And then the ground opens up beneath Satan’s feet.

You’d been holding onto his arm as he escorted you to your next class, so of course you got dragged down with him. The hole isn’t very deep or wide; your scream of surprise is quickly muffled as you slam face first into Satan’s chest, your neck craned at an uncomfortable angle while an arm is squished between your bodies. Something hard digs into your ribs when the two of you finally slow to a stop, and you can feel Satan’s warm breath on your hair as he groans softly.

“Where the fuck did this pitfall come from?!” The demon rages after regaining his bearings. “If this was caused by Mammon’s stupid treasure—”

“Ow, ow, stop moving!” You cry out, and Satan immediately stills. Nothing seems broken after a cursory check, but the two of you are definitely going to need some help getting out of here.

“I changed my mind,” Satan growls, his harsh tone belying the gentle way his hands roam across your body to soothe you. “He’s so dead.”

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(+1)

Everything hurts.

Your eyes flutter open blearily, trying to take stock of your surroundings. You find yourself on the ground in an unfamiliar room, the air musty and stale and a dripping pipe somewhere in the background, but what really jump-starts your heart with adrenaline is the wad of cloth stuffed into your mouth and the fact that your arms are shackled behind you.

“Are you awake, human?”

A slimy tail comes into view, dark blue and covered in thick mucus. You look up to see an unknown demon (wait, no, wasn’t he in one of your classes?) strutting towards you, his sharp teeth visible in a menacing grin.

“I finally have you alone. Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Your legs flail uselessly as he grabs and lifts you by the neck. The choking pressure is unbearable, but fortunately he doesn’t seem very interested in strangling you and instead throws you back to the hard floor. You bounce once and land painfully on your arms, the gag stifling your scream.

“‘Come now, where’s all that bravado, hm?” The demon strikes the ground with his tail, laughing at the way you flinch and scoot away from him.

Without speech, you can’t invoke your pacts or use any spells. Non-verbal magic is still foreign to you, but there has to be some other way! Your bound hands feel around for something to use, and come into contact with your open satchel that had been carelessly tossed aside by your kidnapper. There’s nothing much in there except for your wallet, some water, a book—

Satan’s book, your eyes widen with realization. It can be used as a permit to summon him!

You grip it tightly while hiding it from view, trying to channel your thoughts and emotions (and fear and hope) into his pact. A wordless cry escapes your lips as something sharp cuts you above the brow, and the scent of iron fills your nose as one eye closes from the blood trickling across your face. Fuck, there had better not be any venom in that slime…

The demon continues to whip you with his tail, delighting in your suffering. “Without the Avatars, you’re just a useless human!” He snarls. “Stupid! Worthless—”

You see the next strike coming towards your head and squeeze your remaining eye shut, bracing yourself for the pain, but instead of a sharp slice across your skin, a large mass lands on you with a heavy whump.

Instantly your senses are flooded with calm, as though you’re in the eye of a storm. You feel warm; there’s a comforting weight on top of you and the cold metal biting into your wrists vanishes along with the drool-soaked cloth in your mouth. 

“Satan,” you gasp in absolute relief, drinking in the sight of his handsome face smiling down at you, basking in the scent of ink and old parchment that often clings to his clothes. Unbridled fury churns in his eyes as he shields your body protectively with his own and cradles your cheek with a gentle hand.

“Close your eyes, love. Cover your ears.”

You do as you’re told, and for the first time since this ordeal began, you let yourself relax.

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(Bonus!)

Satan waits outside the café, idly tapping away on his phone. At the chime of a preset alarm, he pockets the device, makes his way towards the entrance, and waits.

3… 2… 1…

“—shitshitshitAAHHHH!”

He reaches out just as a portal opens up above him, dropping you neatly in his hold. “Excellent timing,” he says, smirking at the way you blush and squirm in his arms.

“Wha… What?! How did you—?”

“I didn’t move out of the way, did I? Now quit complaining and let’s get going on our date already.”