#HIS HAIR WAS SUCH A B TO DRAW ;0;

[onnie-giri]

best bros here to save the world (through volleyball <3)

[comatosebunny09]

2am | sylus

sum: your famous actor boyfriend takes you out for a drive, and then some. 2.6k words of cheesiness, vibes, and filth.

cw: actor!sylus au, female reader, fluff, language, p-in-v, pregnancy jokes, period mention, slight overstim, biting, marking, fingering, nipple-sucking, cheesiness, mdni

now playing: seoul city - jennie 0:01 ❍─────── 2:43 ↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺

“Hungry,” you bemoan, rubbing your tummy. Your bottom lip juts out for good measure beneath the ambient wash of golden light in his bedroom. “I want chocolate.”

A light huff, followed by deft fingers closing around your wrist beneath the silken glide of bedsheets, answers you. “Late-night cravings again? You sure you aren’t pregnant?”

He chuckles and cringes away when you swat at him, expression not the slightest bit amused. 

“You know I’m not pregnant. And if I were, I’d kill you.” 

He props himself on an elbow and hand to study you, dragging the backs of his fingers down your exposed belly, tracking their lazy descent with smoldering, scarlet eyes. “I think you’d look beautiful carrying my child.”

Another smack, another laugh, another rustle of sheets. “Sylus, I swear to God—”

“Relax, sweetheart,” your boyfriend—God, it still makes you all warm and tingly calling him that—assuages, panning in for a taste of your lips. 

You groan into his mouth, a little lightheaded, a little breathless—a distraction. Of course. 

He draws back with a hand at the nape of your neck before you can fully surrender yourself.

“I’m merely teasing you. But you’ve had a sweet tooth nearly every night this week.”

You chew on your lip, sinking into the doughiness of his bed, toying with the stitching of his comforter. “My period must be coming on.”

He smooths his palm over your belly. The sheer size of it—how it swallows up the bulk of your flesh—makes your throat thicken. 

He’s contemplative, circling your navel with a short nail before exhaling slowly through his nostrils. “Would you like to go for a drive?”

You sit up faster than he can blink, the hem of his shirt brushing your thighs, radiating the energy of a golden retriever. “Can we?”

Sylus chuckles, an enamored sound, smile unguarded and wide as he boops your nose. “Sure, sweetheart. Get dressed.”

You don’t have to be told twice. And it’s comical, watching you fight the bedsheets for freedom, before you snatch your clothes from his armchair to race into the bathroom.

—

Sylus is territorial by nature. 

He’s not the biggest fan of people touching his things, especially the expensive ones. But you, being one of said things he covets, he gives a pass.

He lets you fill the cockpit of his car with your music, the sultry croon of R&B. It helps that he listens to everything. That you have similar tastes in music, and he’s drumming his fingers on the steering wheel in time with it, bobbing his head, mouthing the lyrics.

You’re adorable, do you know that? So cute, he lets you roll down the windows and shove your head out, the summery, night air lapping over your cheeks and threading through your teeth and hair.

He grabs your thigh, gentle yet firm, kneading your warm skin. Can’t help the grin rounding his mouth, the warmth spilling through his chest. 

The street lights flanking the road glaze over the sleek outline of his car, the windshield, and he finds himself thinking he’d give it all up for a bit of normalcy with you like this every day.

—

It’s a quarter ‘til midnight when Sylus pulls his car into the convenience store’s parking lot. 

He parks on the side, tucked beneath the shadows and in the security cam’s blind spot. It’s alarming enough to see a luxury car at a store so quaint. He doesn’t want to draw too much attention to you—your relationship is pretty low-key, and he respects your desire to keep it that way, lest his fans and the press have a field day with your face.

After killing the engine, he tucks his hair into an obsidian baseball cap. Draws up the zipper of his leather jacket to his chin, slipping a mask over his nose and mouth. He contemplates putting on shades, but then he’d look too suspicious.

You follow suit, donning a matching hat—God, you’re both disgusting. He’d bought it for you when he got his, because, as he said, “couples should match.” 

You rolled your eyes when he presented it to you, accepting it with a smile, playful yet genuine.

You hold hands when you exit the car, fingers laced, tucked into his side, giggling and shoving against him.

The store’s motion sensor chimes when the pair of you duck inside, the cashier looking up from her magazine with a warm smile to greet you. 

He’s reluctant to, but he lets your fingers slip from his when you meander down the candy aisle, lost in your own little world. He shoves his hands into his jacket’s pockets, skimming over the various snacks and trinkets lining the shelves. Head on a swivel, on the lookout for anyone who might recognize him. Luckily, you’re the store’s only customers. 

He sidles up behind your bent-over form, a finger held to your chin in contemplation as if you’re defusing a bomb. He gives you a once-over, eyes crinkling. You fill your jeans to filth. He can’t help himself, molding his hand to the shape of your ass.

You give a start, casting a surprised look at him from your shoulder before narrowing your eyes. 

“Sir,” you clip, tone impish, haughty, “I’m a minor.”

Sylus scoffs, breath warm against the cloth of his mask. “If you’re a minor, then I’m an infant. Now who’s robbing the cradle?”

He stiffens, anticipating a smack. It never comes, but he winces when you brush past him, instead pinching his side, in pursuit of the freezers. 

He follows you like a watchful Doberman. Rolls his eyes at the junk food filling your arms, dropping his shoulders in defeat. He gives you wiggle room around this time of the month where he’d typically give you shit for eating like that.

When you’re done perusing nearly every aisle, you retreat to the front counter. You deposit your wares on the countertop, colorful bags spilling down the pile like lava. One of your candy bars slips, careening to the floor. He reflexively catches it, tapping you on the head with it before tossing it onto the counter.

“Would you like me to buy the entire convenience store next time?”

You pull a face, clearly sick of his shit. 

“I don’t know this man,” you say, turning your attention to the cashier. 

You tug your wallet from your back pocket to pay. But he beats you to the punch, that telltale black card held to the PIN pad with lightning speed. 

You exchange a look, a wordless argument, before your chin juts out defiantly. You gather your bags of processed junk before the cashier stops you, crow’s feet lining her eyes to match the mischievous cant of her lips. 

She slips something with a suspicious-looking rhino on its cover into one of your bags, sealing whatever drug deal she’s made with a wink. 

Sylus doesn’t miss the mortification sinking into your features before you zip out of the store, leaving him to blink bewildered at the trail of dust clouding in your wake.

—

He pretends to be annoyed when, on your way back to his penthouse, you fix him with those beseeching, puppy eyes, gentle fingers clasped around his wrist, begging him to stop at a drive-in restaurant for a milkshake. More specifically, a chocolate one.

“Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” he taunts over the quiet purr of his engine, garnering a fist to his chest.

He humors you nonetheless. He lives for these moments with you, free of the blaring set lights and scrutinizing eyes. Where he can adore you freely, have you all to himself, unhindered by your positions, your status. 

He watches you talk all sweet into the mic with his chin in his palm, elbow propped on the center console, ordering more than just a milkshake. 

You look back to ask if he wants anything, eyes round, face gorgeous, haloed by the halogen glow of the spotlight. He declines, figuring he’ll snatch whatever’s in your bag when you’re not looking. 

Food always tastes better when it’s someone else’s.

You swat at him when he digs into your carton for a mozzarella stick, blissfully munching on your spoils. 

“I asked if you wanted anything, and you said no.” You make a face, turning your chin up, mouth full of fried cheese.

The mild annoyance on his face transitions into something impish. And before you can blink, he pitches himself over the center console, kissing you nice and slow. Greedy, teasing, slipping his tongue into your mouth to milk a gasp from you. 

He draws back, fingers loose on the steering wheel, grin shit-eating. You’re gobsmacked, a half-eaten mozz stick pinched between your fingers, frozen halfway to your mouth. 

“Tastes better when it comes from you, anyway.”

You scoff, calling him a dork as he starts the car, trying to hide that shy little smile behind your hand.

—

It’s two in the morning by the time you’re back in his penthouse. Swathed in the soft glow of his cabinet lights, seated on the crisp kitchen floor in front of the fridge, legs entangled, laughter filling the tranquil atmosphere. 

You’re feeding each other chocolate-dipped strawberries. Your idea, donned in your bra and panties, Sylus in boxer briefs, as you try and fail to toss chocolate chips into his mouth. 

It’s sensual. Something like a dream. Two lovers untouched by the world, existing in each other’s presence without the fear of it being front-page news. 

Chocolate sauce drips down the swell of your cleavage while you’re halfway through a strawberry. He follows its languorous descent with ravenous eyes before pulling you, laughing and squealing, onto his lap. 

“Such a messy eater,” he drawls, smiling against your lips, your sides warm and doughy between his fingers. 

He kisses you, once, twice, the tang of strawberry intermingled with the flavor of your mouth. He then ducks down to seal his lips to your breast to swipe at the ganache sliding down with his tongue. Your giggles transition into a pleasured breath out, fingers automatically burying themselves into his hair, head thrown back. 

He growls low against your flesh, nipping it, sure to leave a bruise. You wind your hips against him, so deliciously out of your mind, so pretty, the apex of your thighs grinding pleasantly against his girth.

“Here?” he husks, moving to pay your unattended breast the same homage. “On the floor?”

You nod, biting your lip to contain your smile, your eyes closed. It’s increasingly difficult to focus with his mouth moving like that. With his teeth scraping your skin, with his cock bumping your clit just right, his arms wound tight around your waist, so thick, so reassuring.

He’s laying you down onto your back before you can think, slow and meticulous like an offering laid onto an altar, open-mouthed on your neck, voice thick and lustrous. 

You arch your back to let him unclasp your bra, lift your hips to help him slip your panties off. You adopt a look of innocence at the coquettish glimmer of his eyes. Trade it for a shaky sigh when he blisters your sternum with kisses, honey slow, maddening. 

He sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Tortures you, circling it with wet precision, and when you bow into him, he closes a hand around your muff, two devilish fingers curling inward to test the stickiness of your opening. 

You lose it when they slip inside, slow and teasing at first, before splitting you nice and open. And you feel so full, complete, as he presses in, knuckle-deep, the heel of his hand grinding against your clit. Curls, pistons, scissors his fingers, maneuvering his mouth to seal around your other nipple, never once releasing you from the smoldering fire of his gaze.

When you’re writhing and begging in fragmented moans—more, please—pulling at his shoulders, his back, and you’ve thoroughly saturated his hand with your essence, he grants you mercy. Withdraws his fingers from the hot suction of your cunt, bringing them to his mouth for a sample.

You bear down on yourself, throb, at the sight, burning hot. He chuckles, watching you, voice smoky as mountain air, before reaching down, down, down to palm the intimidating swell of his cock beneath his briefs. 

Pulling himself free, underwear kicked off, he strokes himself, his massive hand swallowing up the bulk of his cock, the flared, angry-red tip. Your stomach pinches. Mouth waters. You sit up on your elbows, desperate to feel him stretching your jaw. But he pushes you back down with a hand at your belly, a flash of a furrow between his brows before that playful mask returns.

“Later,” he croaks as if reading your thoughts. Sensing your desire to please, to take care of him, much like he’s spoiled you from the moment he asked you to dinner some months back as you pressed concealer and powder beneath his eyes, to now.

You’re drawn from the cloud of your thoughts with a strained sound pushed between gritted teeth, as Sylus rubs his shaft between your labia, coating it with your slick. He’s pushing into you before you can think, blisteringly hot, thick, splitting you nice and open, the obscene squelch of your union luring twin groans from your throats. 

His biceps flex as he pitches himself forward, balancing on his hands on either side of your shoulders. And he eases fully home after a few agonizing strokes, buried deep, teeth gritted, eyes hooded as if struggling to keep himself from fucking you raw into the glacial, marbled floor.

He searches your gaze for any signs of discomfort. Offers you an out, a means to push him away in case you don’t want this. You smile fondly, tangling your fingers in his hair to draw him down for a kiss. Always so considerate, seeking reassurance, consent, despite having spread you open like this countless times before.

He takes his time breaking you down on his cock to build you back up. And it’s blinding white. Transcendental, how you leave your skin, your body, Earth, as your orgasm sparkles through you after what feels like hours of moving as one, your nails digging waning moons into the backs of his forearms, heels locked in the divots of his back.

He kisses you honey-slow. Loving, leaning on his elbows as you come down, thumbs swiping stray tears from your cheeks, before rocking into your shuddering walls in search of his own release.

He carries you, all boneless and spent, smiling like a fool, to his bedroom once you’ve both had your fill. Curls around you in his bed like you’re his primary source of warmth, his treasure, chin notched in the dip of your shoulder, hair ticklish against your cheek. 

“Sleep,” he tenderly instructs, exhausted, enamored. 

And as if under his command, you slink below the shadowy surface, heralded there by the evenness of his breath and the rigid safety of his body melded to yours.

—

You’re not at all surprised when you awaken the next morning to a suspiciously familiar, towering silhouette with a black cap plastered all over every major social media app. “With his mysterious lady friend,” reads every caption, your face luckily shrouded by the shadows of your cap in each grainy photo.

You groan, tossing yourself against his pillows. He grins sheepishly in your periphery, a naked Adonis beside you, winding those long arms around you to draw you back against him.

“Sorry,” he ruefully offers, blistering your neck and shoulder with apologetic kisses. “I should’ve known someone would recognize me.”

You plaster a hand over your face. Try not to smile. To laugh. Cry. You knew it was only a matter of time before someone spotted you together, before the rumors started, though you’re grateful your face was at least hidden.

You shake your head, stroking over the protruding bone of his wrist with a soothing thumb.

For now, you’ll risk your anonymity—continue to risk your career—if only to remain by his side. 

[gardnhee]

simply divine - C.BG

౨ৎ warning(s). smuttyyyy, needy/whiny gyu, kind of filthy, gyu is bratty, switch!gyu/yn, yn is older by 2 yrs, impact play, they’re both rough, use of “whore”, somnophilia if you squint - lmk if I missed anything :3 !

౨ৎ nonidol!gyu x afab!reader

౨ৎ wc. 1.2k

౨ৎ note. i was having a lil nice conversation with @beomiracles about gyu’s adam’s apple, then I came to the conclusion that I am, in fact, obsessed with it. so here’s a drabble to make up for the lack of fics ! > 0 <

Insatiable is the best way to describe it. This need, this hunger. It consumed you. Especially now that you’re straddling your boyfriend’s lap, lips swollen and irritated, wanting more.

The rain is relentlessly drumming on your window, dimmed lights casted upon Beomgyu’s jaw-dropping features. His eyes are lidded, glossed over with lust and urgency. Disheveled hair, goosebump ridden skin, delectable lips that you can’t seem to get enough of.

You caress his cheek, finger tracing over his flawless skin, eventually traveling to his neck. You grin, gently pushing him onto the mattress. “Be gentle…” Beomgyu mutters, slim hand wrapping around your wrist as he props himself up on his elbow.

“Oh, shut up. You weren’t complaining when I had your lip between my teeth.” You retort matter-of-factly, guiding him down until his spine kisses the soft surface.

“You’re right, now I want another kiss.” He pouts.

“Ask nicely and I’ll consider it.”

He rolls his eyes, gripping your waist so he can slowly move you over his crotch, “please,” his voice is breathy, groaning at the friction, “please kiss me.” You swallow, granting his wish without another word.

He makes it so hard for you to be mean.

However, you can’t give in so easily. Not when his Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps, begging to be touched, to be sucked on. His mouth is hot against yours, ravenous, sloppy. Like you’re his oxygen, his one and only need. Beomgyu’s grip tightens like a vice, refusing to let go.

You bite his lower lip as his hands roam under your shirt, carving crescent moons into the supple skin. You flick his left nipple, hot and perky, pulling away from his mouth to peck the hard nub. You moan against him, nipping at it, and eliciting a mewl from the younger male.

“Fuck…hah…ah…” gyu’s thighs tense as he whines, squirming, “‘m g’na cum…” His fingers find their way into your hair, “stop,” tugging at the strands to bring you face to face with him.

“Don’t fucking pull my hair again, you whore.” You smack his hand away, nails digging into his cheek as he seethes. “You’re such a brat, beomgyu…” you murmur, tilting his head back till his back is arched just enough, exposing his soft neck and that delicious bump you love so much.

“Stay like that, don’t move.”

“What if I do?”

You strike him across the chest, making him jolt with a wail, “don’t even think about it. Be obedient.” Beomgyu tsks, narrowly cocking his head to peek at you. “Head back. I’m not going to ask you again.”

“I really regret giving you the reigns today.” His comment lacks any real meaning, he loves you, and he adores when you take the lead. He’s not fooling anyone, especially you.

“Yeah, right.” You lean in, kissing his Adam’s apple. He sighs, smile lining his lips. You proceed to suck on the bump, drawing circles on his nipples with your thumbs.

A wanton moan slips past his reddened lips, “ah…oh, god.” He shivers as your nimble fingers brush over his abused skin, littered with love bites. “You look so,” you lick his Adam’s apple, “fucking heavenly.”

“Thank you - fu…uuck - princess.” Beomgyu’s head lolls, tears clumping to his wet lashes, “please…keep sucking-!” His words are clipped, muscles tensing under your touch.

“Look at you…” you coo, getting ahold of his matted hair, which is sticking to his sweaty forehead. There’s a sheer layer of shine blanketing his body, abs twitching below you. You can’t help but taunt him. “I’ve barely even touched you.”

“B-barely?!” Your boyfriend echoes, rather baffled, disbelief flashing through his teary eyes.

“You heard me.”

“Stop being an asshole, yn, and just fuck me.” He presses the heels of his palms over his eyes in frustration.

You shrug, moving to his neck, and ignoring his aching cock, twitching under your unmoving body. “God - ngh - damnit.” Beomgyu grips your shirt, tugging at it.

“I’ll give you what you want when I see fit.” You scowl, words muffled, seeping into his neck. You swirl your tongue around his Adam’s apple, humming in glee because you’re just so in love. Because you just can’t believe he’s yours.

The pads of your fingers trail over his collarbones as you lick a thick stripe along the way. “I really love you, Beomgyu.” You whisper, so faint it would fly over anyone’s head had they not been listening.

Beomgyu isn’t just anyone, though.

“What’s this about? So suddenly?” He chuckles, soothingly running his tender fingers through your damp hair. “I said, I really love you, Beomgyu.” You repeat, much louder this time.

“Come here.” Gyu grabs your arm, dragging you along till you’re lying above him. “I love you more, yn. So, so much.” He airily kisses you, not like before — it’s not loud, urgent, but meek and quiet.

“Oh, fuck this.” You unzip his pants with urgency, shimmying them down in a feeble manner. You want him. You want him so, so bad. And you simply can’t hold back anymore.

In the blink of an eye, you’re hovering over his anticipating dick, mushroom tip leaking pre. You sink, ripping a wince from his chest. “F-fuck!” Beomgyu stutters, clawing at the already soiled sheets.

“God it— f-ha! — it’s s-so good!” Tears spill over his stained cheeks. “Y..yeah..” you agree, grinding painfully slow. He trembles, gawking at the feeling of your pussy pulsing around him. Your palms are flat on his heaving chest, marveling at the sweat trickling down the curvature of his pecs. “Im so close…” you grit, subtly quickening your pace. Beomgyu nods frantically, “y-yes please!” Mind somewhere else as drool dribbles off his chin, eyes rolled back.

“baby you’re - mff - doing so well…” You clench at his words, convulsing as a wave of ecstasy washes over you. You quiver, toes curling with shaky breaths. It’s so blissful, like a wave of euphoria cursing through your veins, making your toes curl in white-hot pleasure.

The top of his thighs are now flush against your ass, “I’m close, pretty…” he kisses your temple as your face is nuzzled in his neck. He thrusts, each stroke touching your soul in a way that makes you see stars. Electricity finds purchase at the tips of your fingers, prodding under your skin till it rips at the very seams of who you are.

Beomgyu always felt otherworldly, everything about him is just new and refreshing. He finds a way to accommodate to your every need, and vice versa. “Oh, f-uu…!“ he stills, words dying in his throat, mouth ‘o’ shaped in a quiet moan. His thighs quake, pressing you even tighter against him.

Once his climax is nothing but a faint throb in his groin, he peeks at you, laughing quietly. “No way you fell asleep…” he mutters, eyes fighting sleep themselves. “Guess I am, too.” He feels the low rumble of your chest, rising and falling, breath fanning his collarbones. Beomgyu pulls out with a bite of his lip, brows furrowing at the sensation. Soon enough, he’s fast asleep with you in his arms.

His safe space, his home, so utterly and simply divine.

౨ৎ … I hate this !!! went on vacation so I couldn’t finish it, decided to come back to it and rush 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️.

౨ৎ … @theresawtf @jjklvr9 @binniebakery @beomies-world @hyukaaa @ninoshome1 @babymochibeargyu @lunathewritingcat @duckywuckypookiepie @naoristerling @oddracha @soohashits @junimoa03 @sendhelpiloveyeonjun @beomtasticc @itaehynz

౨ৎ … please like, comment, and reblog. Would be highly appreciated 🫶

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[corkinavoid]

Obsessed With You by Cosmicandy

Theater gothic/Phantom of the opera

(For some horrific reason I couldn't think of a trope)

DPxDC Phantom in the Opera

9/2 sat

Went to Gotham City Opera to see Eugene Onegin with B & Dames. The performance sucked ass (as modern takes on classics usually do), but during Tatyana's aria, some tech guy dropped a rubber chicken from catwalks right on stage. I bet it was on purpose since the lead's voice sounded much similar to the sound that chicken made. Wish I could shake the dude's hand, that was truly the crescendo of the whole scene.

15/2 sun

Came by GCO on the way to WE. Had some time to spare, so decided to go in and find the rubber chicken guy to thank him for the laugh last week. Thought he might appreciate the positive feedback since he was defo yelled at for the stunt. Turns out everyone blames it on a 'ghost'. Using 'Phantom of the Opera' as a cover story is poor taste, in my opinion, but on the other hand, it worked, and who am I to judge.

17/2 mon

Got curious and pulled up the records of GCO employees. No one matches the guy I've seen on the catwalks.

18/2 tue

Blackmailed Damian into drawing the guy. No match through the face recognition program. Should have expected that, really; the one cute guy with a sense of humor I meet (or see, actually), and he doesn't exist.

20/2 thur

Can't stop thinking about the rubber chicken guy. Might have to go back to GCO and ask about the whole ghostly rumor. Last time, no one bat an eye at the 'ghost' excuse, now that I think about it. Has it happened before? Is it a go-to explanation for any prank no one wants to take credit for?

26/2 wed

Visited GCO at night. Seen the guy, but the cam footage came back corrupted when checked downstairs. So maybe the fact that his hair was floating and glowing in the dark was not a hallucination.

27/2 thur

Definitely not a hallucination! Good news: got a sample. Bad news: after analysis, the data also came back corrupted. Weird news: the hair keeps glowing even after it's been cut off.

2/3 sun

The guy's name is Danny. Ghost story confirmed. I'm having a crisis.

4/3 tue

I'm not sure if I want to know absolutely everything there is to know about him or I want to forget everything I've already learned. But then, I've already got so far. Might as well commit to the bit?

8/3 sat

Was invited to see La Traviata tomorrow. Can I still call that reconnaissance, or am I in date territory?

10/3 mon

...it was a date. On an entirely unrelated note, Teddy Hyde ruined all my attempts at coming prepared.

18/3 tue

Heard a new rumor among GCO staff members. They suspect the ghost in their opera is having a crush on Red Robin. Not sure where they've got that idea, but it sure took them some time to notice.

19/3 wed

Damian keeps staring at me at dinners. Maybe I should take that portrait of Danny that he did down from the wall over my bed.

22/3 sat

Going on a date today, and this time, it's definitely a date! Feels like I should be having a crisis over dating a ghost, but somehow, I'm only having a crisis over outfit choices.

61/0° gBs

hEy, yoU're keEEpinG a DIary¡ aboUt Me!¡ ThAt"s cuTe FUCK OFF DANNY THIS IS PRIVATE INFORMATION GET OUT heHeheEhe no~

~•~•~•~

The thing is, I loved the song. And I loved the aesthetic. And I had such a goddamn hard time figuring out how to fit them together; I went through at least three different setups before deciding fuck it imma write silly boys being silly and wish for the best.

Dare I say it turned out cute as fuck, even though I still missed the mark on theater gothic aesthetic for the most part. Anyway, have a few pictures for general vibes!

[Just so you know, if you enter 'sex with a ghost' into google, the first few results will be the lyrics to 'Sex with a Ghost' by Terry Hyde, which is why Tim's research has been rather fruitless]

[dearyuls]

#. — chae yul x reader (she/her pronouns used.)

#. content warnings! — extreme yandere behaviour, failed recovery, obsession, stalking, kidnapping, murder, violence, blood and injuries, gore.

#. word count! — (so far) 13,500.

#. < full fanfiction, slowburn, no update schedule just whenever I feel like writing. only three chapter have been written so far, slow updates. also being crossposted on ao3 and wattpad as “ hand in unlovable hand”

#. > 0 | 1| 2 | <

PROLOGUE.

He swore to himself that this would be a new chance, he wouldn't waste the second chance at life that Eun Sian had graciously gifted him, in not ruining his life, that was all he could do in thanks to his dear person...well. Ex-dear person.

It was only one picture, he wouldn't let it get out of hand again, he probably wouldn't see you ever again, fate was cruel like that, and more than anyone, he knew he couldn't bend it to his will, even if he were to break all of his fingers doing so.

He had been moved far away from Sian, all on his own. A fresh slate. And, now he had no school to preoccupy himself with, he figured that finding a job would be the best thing for him to do in order to try and get his life back on track from the disastrous place he had steered it to, he blamed himself for it all, so, he decided he must be the one to fix it.

His father had given him the money to move in, and apart from that, he had no contact with his family in the slightest, he had no family left that wanted anything to do with him, he had no support system, and with this came more reason to job hunt, with no money he wouldn't be able to feed himself, or pay the bills he had.

Since he was already skilled in photography, that was the easiest first step in his mind, he'd build up a portfolio and become a photographer for events ,such as weddings, and put his prior experience to use.

It was a somewhat warm day in spring, Yul stood outside, camera in hand, snapping pictures of the scenery around him, he was just wandering around, finding whatever he saw pretty he wore a plain outfit, all black, with a hat on so that less of his face was visible, he was aware nobody that knew him could be here, they had actual lives to attend to, but, the thought of it happening but him on edge, he was lucky to be holding his camera or he would've bitten his fingernails half to death.

" At least it's a nice day out.." he mumbled to himself, as he moved to snap a photo of a water fountain that he had found in the middle of one of the nearby parks, surrounded by the greenery it made for an aesthetic picture, just what he was looking for.

CLICK!

The shutter went off and Yul waited to check the photo on the screen...

Fuck, He'd have to retake it, he couldn't have that person standing in the frame.

He looked up, he had to see if whoever you were had moved, and, it was as if the first domino had been pushed over, you were looking away, it appeared an orange butterfly had caught your attention, so you didn't make eye contact, but Yul felt his heart speed up. The rays of sunlight painted your face, the gentle breeze made your hair flow ever so slightly..and you were just wearing the cutest outfit..he wondered what Sian would look like if she wore it.

He slapped himself in the face. He hated the way he thought, he needed to stop thinking about her, it wouldn't get him anywhere. He wanted to change, it was what she wanted. He knew Sian would never wear a skirt like that, what a dumb thought.

By the time he'd finished his self argument, she had already gotten out of the frame, and Yul hesitated before taking another picture, he wouldn't delete the first photo, something compelled him not to.

He bit his lip, harsh, almost like trying to draw blood as he went back to the first photo, infact, your presence there seemed to elevate the scene, maybe it was better with you in it... the more he looked at the photo the more he seemed to agree.

He shook that feeling off and kept walking, he had to learn to do something by himself without the thoughts of her creeping in.

By the time the sun started setting Yul had already gone home, he felt strange, unable to take anymore pictures. His mood had turned completely dejected. It hasn't been all that great after getting out of hospital, he had been miserable despite trying, and today he just started to feel worse.

He was on his computer, which sat on a little desk in the left corner of his room. And was clicking through the photos which he had taken, figuring out which one would be the best to show to professional companies, he had only found two of actual quality for that day, and he clicked right, going to the next one, the one with that girl in it.

He zoomed in, and in and in.

He just sat in his dimly light room, illuminated by a single lamp, with his eyes pressed to the computer screen. Staring at you, Unblinking.

He stared, and stared, and stared.

It didn't take him long to realise he was being creepy, this behaviour wasn't right. He needed to stop.  In the short time he was at therapy, he had been taught a few ways t stop himself when he got all worked up like this, but, it was a shame he couldn't remember a single one of them.

It had been some time since he showed proper interest in anyone, and, you were just some random girl, he wouldn't let it get any worse again, he didn't even know your name or anything, plus he didn't even know anything about you.

Despite the kind look on your face and your general demeanour, you could still be a serpent lying beneath.

Why was he even questioning any of that? He didn't even know you, why was he trying to figure out what kind of person you were? He shook his head, minimising his gallery before closing his computer completely, maybe he was just feeling vulnerable and this is why his strange feelings started to act up again..

Yul had no other explanation outside of it being that, so, he decided to try and sleep it off. He got up from his desk and draped himself over his bed, staring up at his empty walls. With no pictures spread over them, it didn't look right, he could just imagine her face staring back at him...but she wasn't there. She had abandoned him she was horrible she was

Something he no longer needed to worry about, he reminded himself. He had no right to be angry.

He just needed to search and find something to overwhelm the still lingering feelings he has,  or he needs to actually get better, one of the two, he'd settle for.

[noxiatoxia]

Recently, I found a very strange Naegi sprite, and it's got me thinking a lot about the DR1 Sprite process.

It's from the promotional picture announcing Danganronpa Unlimited Battle, a now defunct iOS/Android game from 2015.

To some this sprite might look normal, but it is assuredly not. Also, Kirigiri's is off, too. But for the sake of the kind of discussion I'm heading, I'm only going to focus on Naegi for right now.

It's very difficult to navigate the game's files, but I *was* able to pull a clean version of the sprite.

This sprite is weird for so many reasons. I can't tell if it's even a beta sprite or not. If it is, it looks closer to an SDR2 beta.

To illustrate what I mean, please look at this infograph from a different post of mine, about the standard Naegi default sprite.

What sticks out to most people, I think, is how different each sprite is (with exception to the last two). The style itself seemed to change, and considering Danganronpa's history, this makes sense. DISTRUST, as it was once called, was going to look and play very differently. It is then no surprised the sprites went through a very different creative process than, say, the SDR2 sprites - when by that point, the team had a clear idea of what the Danganronpa art style was to look like.

For comparison, here's a linear look at how SDR2 sprites are largely created.

Please excuse the messiness of the chart.

What's notable is the most basic form of these sprites lack line weight. A pen with 0 pressure is used to draw the outline, then the illusion of pen pressure is added by erasing some of the ends. It's an incredibly interesting way to stylize the artwork.

Kuzuryuu is a great example as we have 3 main points in this specific graph: the "draft", the "beta" and the "final". But, as I've covered before, there is sometimes possible other sprites between these 3 points. Think of it like v.1.0, v.2.0, v.3.0 - while all the minor renditions (that, for some reason, Spike keeps around and keep accidentally misusing) are akin to v.1.1, v.2.1, v.2.2, etc...

And while I still believe my original theory I posed about SDR2 sprites being a 3-step-process is mostly true, I do think specific sprites or characters have more or less steps in between each "level".

For extra reference, here is some other sprite comparisons:

So, with all of these examples, I think you can see a clear process within SDR2's sprites.

Back to Naegi, and what confuses me...

I made a chart for this specific sprite.

This graph shows a clear, logical timeline from point A to B, to C.

Now, let me compare the Naegi from Unlimited Battle to the final, finished sprite.

It's very different, but in ways that don't make sense. His hand is completely different from all versions of the Naegi sprite we've seen. As well, why does this sprite have lower hair, when none of the Naegi sprites in that timeline do? His hoodie zipper, also, is different from all 3 sprites. If this was a beta of the v.2.0 sprite, why is the nose in the correct position as the 3.0 sprite? Or why is the right eyebrow cutting through the hair shading, like the 3.0 sprite? If this were earlier, should it not look closer to the 2.0 sprite?

So...I don't think it makes sense to be a beta sprite, despite the outlining looking like an SDR2 beta. Then what is it?

That, I have no clue. But I have some ideas.

Firstly, this may be a sprite made only for this game. I have 0 clue why this would be, or where it would be used in-game, as the game is unplayable these days. Why this sprite only, though? The SDR2 cast was featured prominently in this game, too, and Hinata did not get any re-drawn sprites. Why did Kirigiri randomly also have a redrawn sprite?

But, stuff like this has happened before. the Danganronpa LINE stickers have many redrawn sprites. Not all of them are weirdly, but that only makes it share more in common with this game which also has non-redrawn sprites.

But if not redrawn for this specific game, what else could it be?

Well...I only have 1 other theory.

1・2 Reload (the Vita remaster of DR1&SDR2) was released late 2013, while Unlimited Battle was released early 2015. The Vita version of DR1 did something interesting that the Vita version of SDR2 did not do: go back and touch up sprites.

I'm still in the midst of finding all the characters who were edited, but the most noticeable and abundant is Kuwata's.

I'll cover this more in-depth once I get to my "DR1 PSP -> PSVita Revisions" post, but the change is clear. They added much thicker outlines to Kuwata's sprites - almost all of them. This is clearly a purposeful change and not them reusing betas on accident, as Kuwata's actual beta sprites (observed in the DR1 Demo version) lack these bold outlines.

So...what if everyone was going to get this treatment? It may be a stretch, but it's the only thing that makes sense to me. Perhaps everyone's sprites were going to be heavily edited to look more like SDR2 sprites, and perhaps this process was even started before they gave up for one reason or another. So, we only have a few characters who ever got this treatment...and then some of those sprites were accidentally used in this iOS game.

Of course, that's only my theory. There could be a million other reasons for why this Naegi sprite exists - along with Kirigiri's and...Oogami.

Yes, in the files, I also found an odd Oogami sprite with the same quirks to it as Naegi's and Kirigiri's. I'll make gifs for them both now.

All I can say is this is really strange. I wish I had a more definitive answer for what's going on here.

[pumpkinsy0]

papercut hcs we back at it again

•sometimes when curlys laying on pony while hes reading his curly ass hair is in ponys way of the rest of the pages. pony doesnt like pushing curly away allll the time so ponys just stuck rereading the same 2 pages 1/2 the way through till curly gets up

•i said before if curly met ponys parents, i dont think he would rlly like ponys mom and i feel like thats the same w ponys dad. pony thought curly wouldve liked them so hes hurt and that would probably leave them w some unresolved tension, but theyre dead so it doesnt happen lmfao

•as kids curly only picked pony during duck duck goose bc he saw pony as the only one who could run fast enough to make it fun. everyone else r some weaklings in a different way of pony!! pony doesnt know how to take that “compliment”

•pony has a lucky coin he sacrifices ALL THE TIME for curly to get him something from the school vending machine so curly has somethin to eat. he hates eating while curlys just,,,there, its uncomfortable all around. he ties it w a string and pulls it out after typing it in what curly wants

•if/WHEN curly gets a job, at his work place he would refer to pony using feminine petnames (namely “the misses”, but once he forgot his lunch so on his break pony went to give it to curly and thats the day curlys coworkers found out he was living w a dude. pony had 0 clue about it. curlys coworkers r split between thinking theyre friends, just broke roommates n curlys calling pony that to b a dick or theyre something more

•if pony met curlys parents, he would b scared of his mom, and just think his dad was ugly and thank god curly got his moms genes mostly. curly would think its the funniest thing ever, he hates his dad too lmfaooo

•curly wants to looks up to tim a lot WHICH PONY CAN sorta kinda admire. however he draws the line at it at some point, he refuses to BASICALLY date tim shepard v2. especially if tim and darry r already dating?? its just so weird to him he cant take it, hes not dating a full on clone, he likes curly as an individual, thats what drew pony in

•curly has his own business of selling weed BUT he buys it off hippies, then sells it at a different higher price. he does this bc he knows a lot of greasers would rather b found dead than talking to a hippie, curlys just capitalizing off it. he uses the money to spljrge w pony and pony can call him a hypocrite all he wants, he cant say that it isnt smart. one of the smartest ideas curlys got tbh

•theyve broke the schools glass display of trophies once and got away w it bc the school didnt have anyone in that part of the school around to see it. they were running in the halls, one of em tripped into it and it all shattered😭out of solidarity they dont admit who did it

•what if their first kiss was actually when tim head butted them together guys, then what

•curly helps tutor pony in language and math class. pony thought it would b the worst thing ever cause its curly trying to explain topics he finds hard, but curlys a simple thinking guy, so truthfully, honestly, the way he gets pony to explain CAN very helpful. keyword can b, sometimes curly dunno what he’s doin, both of those subjects r just things hes naturally good at it comes to him easy

•if, very big, IF pony got drunk, he would b clinging onto curly the whole time bc he feels safe w him. pony would favor more fruity alcoholic drinks btw, not important but just wanted to say

[eddi3spaghetti]

Six minutes headcanons

btw im talking about the podcast, im only doing the kids btw so yeah. Also this is a tiny bit inaccurate so yeah

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Holiday anders

-she has curly hair and its really pretty but she needs to brush it a lot bc it gets tangled easily

-her mario kart main is rosalina

-collects stickers

-wakes up in the middle of the night to check on everyone

-wants a pet kitty

-she loves madoka magic

-double jointed

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Birdie anders

-ate crayons when she was 2

-pranks her classmates

-has scoliosis

-hates garlic

-always falls for deez nuts jokes

-makes sock puppets

-finds sunflowers cool

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Cyrus anders

-autistic

-age regresses (2-6) but is also a cg

-trans masc

-overachiever, he cries over anything under B+

-has freckles

-cavetown listener

-magnus bullies him a lot

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Casey dupree

-can handle spicy stuff

-she likes to occasionally shock people with her powers

-she likes cheesecake

-cracks her knuckles

-allergic to oysters

-feels bad for smokers

-prefers diet soda over regular soda

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Brinleigh pasternack

-she watches mean girls a lot

-gives spoilers to people she doesnt like

-she likes pomeranians

-listens to MARINA

-really good at monopoly

-watches sunsets and sunrises

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Magnus sato

-he's a sore loser, beat him at a game and your getting torched

-touch starved

-pyromaniac

-he is covered in scars

-he scares little kids for fun

-internalized homophobia

-age regressor (0-5)

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Adam

-thinks most people are weird

-he's a sociopath

-hates cherries and also hates ketchup

-green day stan

-can draw well

-on the verge of drop-kicking a baby

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Badger/bruce pasternack

-ugly cries

-roblox horror games scare him but true crime doesnt

-believes in ghosts

-your mom jokes left and right

-his favorite animals are giraffes

-used to be a theater kid

-can speak italian well a tiny bit

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Camila

-if she ever went to school, she would try to hop the fence

-she likes bugs

-knows everyone's favorite food by heart

-getting punched by her hurts

-doesnt like the taste of limeade

-has a gap between her teeth

-would rather starve than do the dishes

★・・・★・・・★・・・★

Here is the podcast, it needs more love

[obxone]

Now You Gotta...

Edited-ish. ~850 words.

“Missed me!” You yell at JJ as he throws an empty beer can just past you. Sticking out your tongue at him is the perfect bait before you wink at him. “That’s 0 for 6, right?”

“4.” He mutters, picking up another crushed can littering the ground by the fire. Kie will have him picking every single one up once the game is over. You both know it.

You grin at him. “Guess you need to work on your aim.”

Pope laughs, enjoying the banter while Sarah and John B are busy making out by the fire. Kiara is inside, pulling things together for s’mores.

Another beer can falls a few inches to your right, and you laugh before smirking at JJ. “Missed again!”

“I’m going to get you, one way or another.” JJ is growing irritated, and it makes you grin bigger. He scoops up another before hurling it at you. This one rockets past your face by less than an inch.

His widened gaze meets yours, both of you shocked at how close he got to hitting you in the face.

“Missed me.”

He rolls his eyes and gets up, but you know what is about to happen, so you quickly move to put the making out pair between you. Pope grins, watching with delight in his eyes. The two of you bickering always makes Pope laugh. You were quick-witted, and JJ could flirt with just about anyone. It is pure entertainment for anyone who gets a chance to witness it.

You are well aware of what he is tempting. Even as you try to playoff his advances discreetly, you grin, butterflies exploding in your belly. “What? Throwing beer cans at me isn’t enough?”

He makes another move to get around the fire. His ball cap comes off, and he flexes it between his palms. You shake your head at him, a warning shining in your eyes, afraid he would throw it and miss you, and it land in the fire. His favorite red cap burned to ash because he could not help himself.

“JJ,” you murmur gently. “Don’t you dare.”

He laughs before he flicks his wrist, and the hat falls just shy of the fire. You tilt your head at him in surprise. His confidence rewarded him in it not burning.

“Missed me, missed me.” You stick out your tongue. “Now you’ve gotta…” You fade out, cheeks burning. All eyes are on you, including Sarah and John B.

“Now I’ve got to what?” JJ asks, drawing closer.

“Nothing.” You shrug, side-stepping around Pope’s chair and frantically searching for something to distract him or save yourself with. “Forget it.”

“No, no, no.” JJ smirks, using his longer legs to close even more distance between you. “Now I gotta what?”

You flush hotter, gaze catching on Sarah’s face. She is smirking, enjoying herself, and clearly ignoring your silent pleas for help. In your desire to get her help, you miss JJ closing the distance. Then there is the hot press of his hands around your waist. You jump in surprise, a sharp gasp falling from your lips.

JJ laughs, enjoying having the upper hand while he looks at you. His blue eyes burn as they lock with yours. “Now I gotta what?”

You shiver, fingertips digging into his arms as he holds you. “… kiss me.” You whisper, voice slightly trembling. The butterflies in your stomach increase by 100 times.

And he does. JJ Maybank kisses you in a searing kiss. Sarah gasps, and John B shares a yelp of surprise with Pope before they wolf whistle and jostle each other in joy. But you cannot help yourself, and you kiss him back. Your hands move up his arms, his shoulders, and into his hair. Your fingers twist in the blond locks as the kiss deepens. Your toes curl in your shoes, and you shiver, pressing your body closer to his.

“Whoa!” Kiara’s voice echoes across the lawn.

His grip tightens a fraction, asking you to stay in his arms. Worry clouds his gaze as he waits to see if you will shame him or stay with him. The chance of his luck running out just as he gets to you scares him.

“What is going on?” Kiara whispers louder than she intended. You laugh, resting your head on JJ’s shoulder as you evaluate each pogue for any objection to this new connection. It would be against a rule, but at the same time, no one objected to Sarah and John B. And you liked JJ so very much.

“Finally,” John B grins, winking at you both. “JJ can stop complaining about getting nowhere with you.”

JJ shakes his head, hiding his burning cheeks by ghosting his lips across your temple. You look at him in surprise to which he shrugs at. The confidence wavering slightly before he leans in again. “He’s not wrong.”

“He never is.” You murmur, pecking his lips. "You can kiss me anytime you want; you know."

He laughs. "I plan to."

[immortalarizona-art]

“I’m supposed to help When the world is going insane Keep the dark side away A hero takes the blame. . .” — Smash Into Pieces, “Counting On Me”

AND I'M BACK WITH ANOTHER JEN!! my babygirl has been having a HORRIBLE time recently in the SWSE game I'm in!! >:D he fucked up big time recently in combat and got captured by the Separatists, and interrogation is uh. Not going well for her. I decided it was time for a new portrait because a) it had been ten months since the last one, and I've grown a lot since then, especially with how I draw his hair; and b) everyone gets new scars when they get knocked to 0 HP (Jen's are mostly psychological. and chronic pain from broken bones that didn't get to heal right)

overall, I'm happy with the rendering on this one!! still not sure if I overblended the rendering, but I do feel like my painting practice lately has been helpful in figuring out how I want to render my pieces. also, I know it's not everyone's taste, but I really do like the background colors. ever since my Jinx + Vi piece, I've realized that I just really enjoy SUPER bold colors in my work.

[toasty130]

Day 18-Headcannon

I have too many that I could draw out so here we are.

-Laurance Zvhal-

• 5 '9

• 24 at the start of Mcd

• heterochromia(After blindness is cured)

• Needs glasses, doesn't wear them

• his love language is physical touch

• Has a slight curl in his hair, which get's more curly when his hair is longer

• Agile and built more for speed

• Great cook

• knows how to braid hair

• Surprisingly easy to make flustered

• Has nightmares

• Bisexual

• Has some sharper features. Such as a sharper nose shape

• (Basically cannon but) hopeless romantic

• clingy

• knows hows to dance

• Loves to tick people off, specifically people who hate him

• Flirts intentionally with everyone, especially friends

• Has one scar on his face, that's on his left cheek.

• The rest of his scars are spread out across his body, even though I'd like to imagine there is one on his neck as well

• Sings when bored

• Fangs(Gets them from the Mefiwa curse)

-Garroth Ro'meave-

• 6 '0

• 24 at the start of Mcd

• When he ran away, he died his hair a browner tone and by the time of the events of Mcd the brown is fading out

• Freckles

• Has three scars on his face.

• Sort of has a mullet it sticks out of his helmet

• speaking of Helmet, he has helmet hair most of the time

• built like a tank

• Artist

• His pride gets in the way of his thinking quite a-lot

• Gay

• Has a more square facial structure.

• Guilt haunts him

• Deeper voice

• Temper issue

• Knows how to play the guitar

• Absolute hot mess

• Terrified to grow facial hair

• Gets shocked on how other people grew up, a-lot

• Knew Lucinda before everyone else met her

• Cats are his favorite animals

• Malik( Levin's father) is his Uncle

-Dante Ashida-

• Takes Nana's last name when he marries her

• Tanner skin

• Brown eyes

• 19 at the start of Mcd

• 34 by season 2

• 4 '11 In season 1, not for long though because he gets a growth spurt and is 6 '0 in season 2

• Shy

• Love language is words of affirmation

• Incredibly well balanced and agile

• Has a difficult time speaking about his feelings

• Dante's fascial shape is softer

• Pansexual

• likes to crotchet

• favorite animal are bunnies

• He gets nostalgia over everything

• keeps a journal

• supersingly charming

• makes bracelets for friends

• Likes to try on bows with Nana

• Panics if he loses his wedding ring

• Long eyelashes

-Katelyn Ognista-

• 6'2

• 25 at the start of Mcd

• Well mannered unless angered

• Dusty blue eyes

• Olive skin tone

• Athletic body type

• straight hair type

• Katelyn's anger is explosive. She tries to keep it down but it only makes it worse

• She likes flowers

• Her grandma was one the only female influences in her life

• Can play the flute

• She gets nauseous easily

• Starts MCD with short hair

• heart facial structure

• Has a resting B face

• Not certain on her future

• Misses her family

• Hates the ocean

• Favorite animal is lizards

• covered in scars

• her love language is acts of service

-Aphmau/Aphra-

• First and foremost, her name is Aphra in my retelling(I don't know if my writing of Mcd is a rewrite or not so eh)of Mcd

• 5 '0

• 21 at the start of Mcd

• Curly hair

• builder

• carries a pickaxe around

• Talks to herself

• Has a poor sense of personal space

• Chubby

• Stubborn

• Has the Dairies rebirth marks

• Likes to make flower crowns

• Feels required to take care of everyone

• Loves peonies

• Animals tend to flock around her

• Find tiny things adorable

• Tries to see the good in people but over eventually she doesn't....

• Her favorite shade of purple is this dusty dark purple. she finds it calming

• Curious on romance but finds she has too many complications in her life to explore it

• likes cat buts loves her wolves

• Has a hard time sleeping, like there's something waiting for her there....

I'm only going to do those 5. A-lot of things are stuff of my writing/ Rewrite of Mcd. Which has many OCs and is even told through an Oc. If any one who read this post wants to read my Rewrite of Mcd, I might post it on Tumblr. Have a nice day everyday!

[asimpleddhead]

Since I need help with redesigns

I'll bring you all into this!

Fill my inbox, @ me, whatever!

I'd love to pick one of you guy's suggestions on each design! :3

Preferences below here:

Edd:

Dark brown poofy hair that is a bit long

One slightly red eye (no sleep) and a light green one (reference to poweredd since in this au that part of him never really left)

C H U B B Y / B E A R E D D

Basically just his normal clothes but dirty : 0 (YOU MAY ADD YOUR LITTLE SPIN FOR THE CLOTHES IF YOU DRAW THEM A CERTAIN WAY)

Tom:

Brown spiky hair (or however you draw it ^_^)

His normal void eyes but with purple pupils (OR if you want to change that slightly, go ahead!)

Slightly chubby but not B E A R - Like (not forcing you to draw him like that if you draw him B E A R C H U B B Y)

Basically just his normal clothes but dirty : 0 (YOU MAY ADD YOUR LITTLE SPIN FOR THE CLOTHES IF YOU DRAW THEM A CERTAIN WAY)

Matt:

Ginger spiky hair (with slight fade-in red)

One normal eye and one red one (add a yellow pupil if you'd like, that'd also be a good reference!) Also, sleepy, droopy eyes, and freckles ^_^

Skinny as a stick Matt!!

Basically just his normal clothes but dirty : 0 (YOU MAY ADD YOUR LITTLE SPIN FOR THE CLOTHES IF YOU DRAW THEM A CERTAIN WAY)

Tord:

Brown hair with his two stubby horns (brown like 2004 or 2007, you can mix them too)

Normal red eyes because sleepy (droopy)

He has a scar like this:

Decent build

Tori's clothing in the official art (her treehugger fit)

People who may want these are mentioned here!

@eddsworld-nonsense

@beaudoesart

@silly-goofy-kai

[pianocat0-0]

♡ Introduction♡

Hi! I’m Celina. This is my 1 out of 5 writing blog (I don’t update the other 4, including my main lmao) I like to write about Yandere stuff (Do not condone it, but the details on that is further down)

- Masterlist

- Anon List

- Info About Requests/Inbox

Details on me:

- 17 (6 MONTHS TIL IM LEGALLY ALLOWED TO HRAGHHH)

- 1/2 🇯🇵 1/4 🇺🇸1/4 🇨🇦

- Wasian (except I got red hair 0-0)

- Go unlabeled. Cuz honestly if I like that person I’m going to book it.

- Cisgender. Born as a female.

Interests:

- Learning Languages (except I take breaks occasionally so questionable. But I do like linguistics)

- Big nerd at school in general. Won’t talk much about it unless if it’s me dying on a test/grade.

- Music. (I play 4 instruments but piano is my main. I also listen to music. Can generally like any genre except country and some forms of R&B)

- Drawing (unlike other people I don’t practice a lot, just when I have a lot of free time. I draw okay lmao)

Writing Stuff:

- As I said before, I write lots of Yandere stuff. Although that can’t be the only thing I write, I generally stick with it. (Because idk man I like horror except jump scares. Funny thing I don’t really watch horror movies tho)

- DO NOT CONDONE. Istg if I see another “irl Yandere tehe” I will crash out. You cannot be a Yandere unless if you’ve A. committed a literal crime or B. Have a serious mental illness. Both even. If you do have these issues…diagnosis/why aren’t you in court???

- I have done fandom based Yandere stuff many times but I like coming up with my own ideas too.

- No NSFW (JUST WAIT GRRR 6 MONTHS). Eventually I do plan to, but I will definitely organize them by NSFW/SFW.

- X Reader lmao. I don’t think I could ever do OC x OC. Cuz I don’t like it other than when it’s for like…Storybuilding stuff.

- Neutral gender MC (Reader). Yeah that’s right, I’m saving like half the population rn.

Writing Stuff Part 2:

(Basically I’m being a nerd about learning languages so skip if you’re like wtf??)

- I’m currently learning Spanish and Korean. Between A2 and B1 for Spanish and like…Korean is complicated (A1 in terms of vocab, A2 in terms of grammar)

- English is my best language. Japanese is my first language but I’m fluent at a 3rd grade level (I can’t do kanji for shit bro)

- I plan to do my own translations of my works into Spanish more so for practice rather than to like…actual be a good translation. Also to increase vocab and memorize weird conjugations.

- Anybody who speaks Spanish natively/near native I wouldn’t mind feedback unless if you’re (Argentinian, Chilean, or Spaniard). Now if it’s like general grammar that’s fine, I mean with like regional words (Picking up a shit ton of random words but I hope to be learning Mexican Spanish once I’m at a high enough of a level)

More Nerdy Shit:

(Ignore unless you know, weirdly interested in becoming nerdy)

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[mad-mendo]

im not entirely sure if you take requests, if you do may i please get a kumadori nsfw alphabet with an afab s/o who's like.. 5'8? thanks and have a great day even if you don't write this-

Kumadori x AFAB (Reader)

Yes of course I accept requests!

And I will be happy to write about our beloved Kumadori samurai.

If something is not consistent/doesn't fit, etc., I apologize at the outset

!!!Warnings!!!

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A = Care after intercourse (What they are like after sex)

Looking at Kumadori's serious demeanor and adherence to the bushido code of honor, he would take post-sex care very seriously. He would try to please his partner as much as possible after the sinful act, including sharing a bath, a meal, lots of cuddling, eating and resting in bed. He would draw his partner close to him, drawing patterns on his back with his finger in silence.

B = Body part (Their favorite part of their and their partner's body)

He would love his partner's entire body, from his fingertips to his hair. But as if he had to choose already, I would choose the hands. They are tiny in his and that makes his heart squeeze, he thinks they are very cute and delicate.Besides, he loves to hold his partner's hands during intercourse. (In a small hand everything seems bigger. He He such a joke).

In himself he would like hair and shoulders. The hair? Because they are long and shiny, he is very proud of them. As I remember he can manage them and he would like to wrap them around his partner, he would not let his partner move too much. His shoulders are quite wider and he often got compliments from his partner about them. thanks to this he started to like them, I mean he liked them but they were not his favorite.

C = Sperm (basically anything to do with sperm)

His sperm is thick and there is a lot of it (By growth mainly) It tastes a little salty and it is a reasonably pleasant taste. He tries his best not to eat too much cheese and not to have a very salty taste. She prefers to come in her partner to leave the order, but there are also times that she can't come in her partner. She then prefers to come in a condom or in her partner's mouth. I don't want to waste my sperm. There are times where he had to reach his partner's back, etc. And he felt a little bad because he got his love dirty, of course, then he washed his partner thoroughly.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty obvious, their dirty secret)

If his partner is already post-gender reassignment, he has a quiet dirty secret to get him going. He's not quite sure why, because he likes to dominate his partner. But deep down he has this little fantasy, he won't tell his partner…. For now.

However, if the partner has not yet had surgery then he has the same fantasy, but with a Belt with an artificial silicone penis.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

I don't think he is the most experienced. As a CP9 agent and then a CP0 agent, he didn't have much time for such pastimes. His work was very important to him, and he didn't want to fail through human pleasures. Of course, he had a few sexual encounters but they could be counted on the fingers of both hands. Only with his regular partner would he be more open to the sinful act. He is not very experienced but learns quickly from his partner's reactions. He watches his partner a lot, memorizes, learns and makes intercourse with him unearthly.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Standard missionary. He enjoys watching his partner and, as I said earlier, holding his little hands in his own. This is what he lives for. He is not averse to other positions but this is his such a favorite, he has easy access to his partner's mouth, their hands, his sensitive neck. It's simply something that jars him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious at any given time? Are they witty? etc.)

No. Kumadori is a serious samurai. He can be romantic and touchy, but he won't be funny. To him this is an important act and such jokes are not for such moments.

H = Hair (How neat is it? Does the carpet match the curtains? etc.)

He tries to be trimmed at the bottom, for his own comfort but also for his partner when he satisfies him with his mouth. His curtain is nicely trimmed and so is his hair, which is pink in color, though I might add that it is quite stiff.

I = Intimacy (what are they like at the moment? romantic aspect)

Romantic and serious. He tries to please his partner as much as possible, he wants to lift the sky for him. Therefore, he will try 200%. This is a very intimate moment for him and he wants to share it in the bedroom, without prying eyes. And, of course, in a romantic mood.

J = Wanking a horse (headcanon masturbation)

He does it, but not that often. Usually when he's on a mission and there's no partner next to him, or when his partner is busy and Kumadori doesn't want to disturb him. He usually does it just to come, it doesn't give him too much pleasure, but it will help get rid of the visible bulge.

K = Kink (one or more of their refractions)

Size breakdown. He loves the fact that he has a smaller partner. (He would have had a smaller partner anyway, after all, he himself is 338 cm.) The fact that he can easily nail him to the wall, take him easily, carry him around like a child. Domination is easy in this too, and he likes it.

Domination. He lives to dominate his partner. it gives him a sense of power and the fact that he is in charge. He is more of a romantic Dom but further, he is in charge.

Tying his partner, with a red rope or his hair. Extra power over the partner, and the fact that the partner looks so beautiful tied up. Like a gift, His little gift.

L = Location (favorite places to have sex)

Shared bedroom. Or a hotel room, where they can be alone. I don't want anyone to see his partner naked. It's a view only for him, Well and in peace he can do what he likes, he also doesn't want to interrupt intercourse because someone walks in on them. He just doesn't.

M = Motivation (what excites them, what turns them on)

All the sounds a partner makes, gentle touch. E.g. the partner sliding his hands over his shoulders, catching his hands, poking his hips. Sounds drive him more, little sighs, gasps, moans, moaning his name is what drives him the most. Wherever he is and his partner whispers his name like that, he'll be ready. But he won't do it here, only in the bedroom behind a closed door.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turns off)

Hurting the partner, he wouldn't survive it. Of course, he ties him but doesn't injure him, plus he ties these ropes gently so as not to leave a mark on his partner's body. He would not survive seeing tears of pain in his partner's eyes.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skills, etc.)

Prefers to receive, knows how to satisfy partner with mouth but prefers to get. Maybe it's from seeing his partner choke on his massive cock, glazed eyes. No one knows. Simply put, he could die while his partner satisfies him.

P = Tempo (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the situation, he can go fast and hard when he is angry or jealous. Romantic and sensitive when he was or his partner was on the verge of death, he then wants to show affection to his partner. Usually, however, he goes somewhere in between, not too fast not too slow, strong thrusts, but he can also make his partner scream with pleasure.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't mind, but he's not a fan. He prefers longer sessions than some measly 15 minutes. Kumadori wants to build excitement, mood, vibe with his partner. And not a few minutes and goodbye, sometimes he has to have such intercourse though, because he often has missions and has to complete them.

R = Risk (do they like to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Kumadori doesn't like risks. These are issues between you and him. He doesn't want you guys to get covered at a time like this. He may have been tempted once or twice by his partner's pleas for semi-public sex, but it was not something he would repeat of his own accord.

S = Endurance (how many rounds can they go? how long do they last?)

Two three rounds with short breaks, he has a lot of stamina through his work as a CP0 agent. But he doesn't abuse it, not wanting to exhaust his partner with his strength, size and time. He is usually tempted to do two rounds, but there must be a break between them for about 10 minutes, he wants his partner to rest and have a moment to gain strength.

T = Toys (do they have toys? do they use them? on their partner or themselves?)

He is old-fashioned and does not have toys, his partner may have some but deep down he is jealous of them. Come later, he reminds himself that he doesn't have them often and doesn't resent his partner for having them.

The only thing he has is red ropes to tie his partner down.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Only when he is angry or jealous, then he becomes a brat. He teases his partner until he gets tired of it, but still tries not to hurt his partner too much with his actions. He doesn't let him come until his partner begs and screams asking for an orgasm. Then she either lets him come or moves away, but she only does so when she is jealous. (A good blowjob will make him feel better.)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Quiet moans and whimpers. He prefers to be quiet to hear his partner well. Such moans are music to his ears. He is more vocal when his partner is giving him a blowjob, this is such an exception, at other times he tries to keep quiet.

W = Wild card (random headcanon for the character)

Combing his hair, the roots of his hair and his head are a sensitive spot on his entire body. Just gently combing them can set him off. Also the nape of his neck, while it doesn't excite him as much as his head, it still turns him on. But something else needs to be added, because kissing the neck is a little too much.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Big but Skinny. Kumadori himself is very tall (318 cm testosterone). So I can think that maybe about 60 cm in length (This is just my assumption) Long but not too thick, curved upwards, with a furiously red tip.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Medium, he craves sex like a normal person, but doesn't think about it all the time. Four times a week is enough for him, if it's more of course he won't whine.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Only after he has cleaned up his partner will he make him comfortable. She will snuggle up to him and keep watch until her partner falls asleep. She will wait some more, whisper in her partner's ear that she loves him and only then go to sleep.

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I hope you enjoyed it (: Again, I apologize for the mistakes.

Box Opened <3

[nerogurl]

hello! Could I have a match up if it is not too much trouble?

I go by She/her and like men. INTP,  ☀️ Libra / rise Leo, October,

Personality:

I’m introverted, intense, earnest and absent-minded. always wear the heart to my sleeve. Sort of a lone wolf but it’s partly because im not good at starting the conversation.

I tend to cry silently when stressed without much control over it, while trying not to be a bother to others. Drawing is the way I express myself but I also love playing with words. I dislike the change of plan in general,  unless it is pleasant event. Would either plan way ahead or do things (i.g. buy sweets) on a whim.  My soft spot is stuffed animals, and I treat them like they were people. if anyone tries to squeeze the plushie I’ll screech instinctively. 

I make quite a few weird sounds (i.g. a sound like bird’s chirping) so I imagine it’s probably fun to watch if they don’t mind the, well, noises.

I struggled with showing affection verbally, so instead of saying the ‘l words’ I would be staying at their side, listen to their problems , make coffee and do things for them. I get flustered easily, both in a shy way and annoyed way. Is generally touch-aversive with the mouth of a pirate and libido, then gets shy. Not experienced either. The best mental image would probably be a stray cat that shows in front of your door from time to time, runs away when you want to touch it and be back for the neck scratch 3 days later.

small fact: 

Very sensitive to smell and sounds, can smell  someone smoking from far away. 💯 powered by caffeine, good at determining the quality of black tea and coffee. Gets sleepy from 1 beer.

Interest:

I like dark stuff, story that is destined to wither in the end. I also like playing video games (not sure if it exists at that period of time but, yeah!), art, visiting museums, animals (especially 🐢 🐈 🐕 ) , sea (water in general) and sunlight. I joke about being a lizard because I have 0 body heat in winter , completely depends on the weather of the environment. Since I got ill often when I was younger, and spent months in a hospital with good memories of the kindness from others, the smell of rubbing alcohol comforts me. 

Appearance: 150 cm, long black hair, kind of pale due to the amount of time staying indoor. Small frame, thin and cannot see without eyeglasses. scared of people way stronger than me but also somewhat intrigued . (Talk about mixed feelings..)

Hi!!!

Your first match is with Levi. Drug addiction can cause symptoms similar to neudivergence. (As an autistic person myself, I have been mistaken for being on drugs due to my natural body language.) Levi would be intrigued by the contrast between familiar and foreign traits. Your positive reinforcement of love and care with the hospital smell of alcohol, he'd associate with the neglected dying and sick. He recognises the stimming of your bird chirps but not the joy and comfort that comes with it. He identifies with your withdrawn nature and the alexithymia; a characterisation concerning difficulty with verbalising your emotions. However, the ability to be so emotional feels alien. Coping in such fundamentally different ways, he would be both confused and allured. 

The horrors of war being too harrowing for a child to overcome, Levi turned to heroin for the temporary relief. This avoidance behaviour repeats itself in his B ending. Your chirping reminds him of the freedom he tried to achieve by fleeing the army. Running away from his past, he travels all over by motorcycle. Surviving by fleeing from danger, it might seem oxymoron to settle down and face the music. He doesn't understand the way you carry yourself. Your coping mechanisms allow you to function and thrive while his destruct and suppress. Being a similar type of person, he'd want to learn how you achieved something so seemingly unattainable to himself. A bird that has found freedom, he'd want to be like you.

Coming from a similar approach to the world, he would emphasise with your shared complicated relationship with strength. Being a great soldier out of small children meant to fight big scary adults. Just like how he cowers in fear at his presence of Caligura but spits on his shoe anyway. With you by his side, he has someone to protect. Not wanting you to surrender to those shared feelings of helpless that he's all too familiar with, it reminds him he's not that scared child anymore and gathers the will to defend himself. 

This struggle can be found in small animals as well. I think he would like dogs the most. Getting a PTSD service dog would help him keep grounded. Just like protecting you, it makes it so that he *can't* shut down because he has a best friend that relies on him. Combine this with your sensory sensitivity, you and his service dog make a specialised surveillance unit. He'd have to actively try if he wanted to hide a relapse. Now, it is much less likely for him to suddenly fall off the wagon.

I can definitely see you two doing a late night run for dessert to satisfy your sugar cravings. Like driving downtown for icecream at 2:00am. This impulsive behaviour is a distraction from more self-destructive habits. Living in the city would be good for Levi, as long as he has the stability to keep him from spiralling into a relapse.

Travelling all over on a motorcycle, go to museums together to look at really bizarre exhibits. Go to flashy arcades, where he'll be especially good at the shooters. In the Prehevil tavern, Levi can be found on the piano lamenting over how he never learned how to play. A love of music, just how one practises to get the high score at the arcade, he would get really good at rhythm games. Drawing a crowd whenever he plays DDR.

Going out on the town he'd share his jacket with you. With a underweight body type, you'd be struggling in the cold together, a jacket fitting his height would have extra room to share. You two can huddle for warmth together, as you walk down the street.

Your second match is with Tanaka! He can definitely relate to your relationship with strength. Being a latent soul, his standpoint begins with little urgency over his own life and is instead subjected to the world around him. He is raised into his profession, and is one of the first to be killed in multiple ways if left on his own. His character arc is about overcoming his fear by training with Marcoh, and reclaiming his own path through protecting his friends, including you, with his new fighting skills. Being a true gentleman he'll let you borrow his suit jacket if you get too cold. Like how birds dance to wow their mates; salary men can *drink*, and being a lightweight yourself, he'd probably want to show off. 

Being so sheltered his whole life and working as a negotiator, he approaches others with an open mind. A salaryman, he has to adjust and make people feel welcome for negotiations. His first instinct is to approach people from a place of civility and understanding (which is why he was so easily killed by the woodsman). When he hears your chirping he relates to the closest thing to stimming and whistles along with your noises, establishing a parallel play between you. 

The absolute king of Animal Crossing, at first he'd humour it like some novelty he wouldn't think much about. As a child to inherent a conglomerate, he certainly would have been raised by tiger parents that would never let their kid play video games, thinking it a waste of time. Japan has a heavy emphasis on mascot culture that would eventually peak his interest. After some gentle persuasion to give it a try, he'd be hooked. You could give him station-ware with animal crossing characters as a gift. A down to earth guy, he'd probably like blockbuster type games, like Resident Evil or Detroit: Become Human. As a mascot he relates strongly to Luigi, and would get his hands on all of the Luigi's mansion games.

Tdlr; Levi & Tanaka, but overall, I think that Levi is your best match.

[gleppy]

Hi sheep! Its StrawberryWritezz! I have a few questions for you

1. How do you feel about fanart? :0

2. In relation to art question, can you describe what N and Uzi look like for reference?

3. Whats your writing process?

1. i LOVE fan art! i've gotten a couple of pieces of fan art inspired by tiny angels already and i've been absolutely floored by it every time. you honestly don't even have to ever ask my permission to make art inspired by my fics, all i ask is that if you're posting it somewhere you include a link to the fic.

2. nolan: 6'2, white, same curly hair as he has in canon but more of a pale blond than straight-up white, amber eyes, heart-shaped face, muscular (he's not like, ripped, but he ain't scrawny either)

uzi: 4'11, asian (japanese/mongolian), olive skin, also the same hair colour/style she has in the show, grey eyes (but a very dark grey, like, almost black), round face, freckles, blonde eyebrows (she bleaches them), slim body type. it's also mentioned a few times in the fic that she's heavily pierced and tattooed, so here's specifically what i imagine her to have -

piercings:

left eyebrow

right side of nose

septum ring

snake bites

tongue

she has a lot of piercings on her ears too but i haven't thought specifically about what she'd have so just take some creative liberties with that i guess

she used to have her nipples & belly button done too but unless you're drawing her naked it isn't really relevant lmao

tattoos:

octopus on left shoulder/upper arm

gothic cathedral sleeve on right upper arm

vampire bat across chest

laser gun on lower stomach

constellations on the top of her foot (specifically the ones for cancer, sagittarius, capricorn, and gemini - yes this will make sense later. she also gets more constellations on her other foot at some point)

deftones "white pony" album cover on forearm

a crow somewhere (i'm thinking right below the octopus maybe)

patchwork sleeve on her thigh of caps from various anime/manga she likes (eg. serial experiments lain, oyasumi punpun, neon genesis evangelion, & junji ito's uzumaki, to name a few)

the date of her and n’s wedding anniversary on her left ring finger

a really ugly poorly done stick n poke of a skull and crossbones on her wrist that she did in high school but has never gotten removed or covered up despite how shitty it is because she sees it as a part of her that tells a story

at some point after her daughter is born (since pregnant women can't get tattooed) she gets an american traditional style portrait of her late tarantula on her shoulder blade. she also gets a tattoo for her daughter buuuuut i can't say what specifically it is because #spoilerz

she probably has way more, these are just the ones i've put thought into, however most of these would probably be a complete bitch to draw so if you wanna give her different tattoos or even forgo the tattoos entirely i would not be mad LOL. n and uzi's marriage in my fic is so funny to me... a goth baddie and the most normal guy ever

3. this is a pretty vague question haha but i'll try and give a generalized answer. the number one rule i have for myself (and the biggest piece of advice i can give to other writers) is to only write when i feel like writing. the reason i've been able to update tiny angels as frequently as i have (idgaf what anyone says, 100k words in 3 months on top of grad school and a job is damn productive) is because it's a fic i feel excited about and have a lot of ideas for. on average i'm able to post a new chapter within 2-5 days, but there's also been a few incidents where it's taken me a week or two. when this happens, it doesn't always mean i've been too busy to write, it usually means i either A) didn't know what i wanted to write or B) didn't feel like writing. or both.

if i feel excited about writing something (and this could be anything, from fanfic to essays for school - yes i am that nerd who gets genuinely excited to write essays), i will shit it out in no time at all. i see a lot of posts by other fic writers about being excited to write only to then open and stare at a blank google doc for hours on end, and i can sympathize with this to an extent but can't relate to it at all, because if i'm looking forward to getting my next chapter out there, the words will literally just flow from my fingertips and onto the document. sounds cliché, but it's true. if i'm forcing myself to write when i don't actually want to, then i'm putting out something that's less than the best work i can do. at the risk of sounding selfish and ungrateful, i'd much rather keep my readers frustratedly waiting for a new chapter and have it turn out great than deliver a lackluster, mediocre chapter just because people got tired of waiting. think of it this way: if you wake up early enough in the morning, you'll have time to make yourself a nutritious, filling, and tasty breakfast. bacon cooked to perfection, eggs prepared whatever way you like them, a stack of fluffy pancakes doused in maple syrup, a bowl of fresh fruit, coffee with just the right amount of milk and sugar (or tea if that's what you prefer, or freshly squeezed orange juice if caffeine's not your thing). if you wake up late, you'll throw a slice of bread in the toaster, slap some butter on it, scarf it down and head out to work, school, or wherever it is you need to be. both options are edible, sure, but one probably sounds much more enjoyable than the other, right?

something else i do is never coming up with an excuse not to write, even if i'm in a situation where i'm typically not "supposed" to be writing. as creatives, we can't control when or where inspiration hits, and if we don't log our ideas immediately, they can leave us just as quickly as they came to us. i have these little mini-notebooks that i bring with me everywhere along with pens, so that if inspiration strikes when i don't have access to a computer, i can just physically scribble down whatever i'm thinking and transfer it to a google doc later. this especially comes in handy when i'm at work - i don't think i'm exaggerating when i say probably about half of tiny angels was written while i was on the clock, LOL.

also: i never don't proof read. proof reading is helpful for not only catching grammar, spelling, punctuation, and continuity mistakes, but making sure i'm effectively conveying whatever it is i want to convey. i can't tell you the amount of times i've re-read a chapter before publishing it and decided to throw in an extra sentence or even just an extra word because even the finest of details can make a HUGE difference in impact. it also helps me to realize if i've repeated the same word too many times in a single chapter - for example, before publishing chapter 18, i read through it and noticed that i had used the word "completely" about 5 or 6 times. so i went back and swapped out some of those instances of the word for a different word with the same meaning - something like "utterly," "definitely," "totally," "entirely," etc. now, the word "completely" only appears twice within the chapter (and it's within the same sentence, which is intentional). a varied vocabulary is so, so important!

on that note: DESCRIPTIVE LANGUAGE. SIMILES. METAPHORS. these things are your best friends. use them, but don't over-use them. not every single sentence of your fic needs to be poetic prose, there's no shame in the occasional simple "He sighs." or "She shrugs." but a total lack of poetic language isn't going to make your story memorable and it sure as hell isn't going to evoke strong emotions in your readers (which is exactly what you're trying to do as a writer). for example, take this short paragraph from chapter 18:

Jade's eyebrows twitch up briefly and her eyes flash with something that almost looks like anger, as if she can't believe her brother would dare to challenge her like this. But just as quickly as it appeared, the indignation in her expression evaporates, her face frosting over with indifference instead.

now imagine if i had written this instead:

Jade briefly looks angry, but her face quickly becomes indifferent instead.

both betray more or less the same thing - that jade is mad at nolan, but is pretending not to be by pulling a poker face. however, the first one is much more immersive, and actually gives the reader an accurate glimpse into how jade is feeling during this moment. every word i've written here was carefully cherrypicked to make a statement about jade's character. "flash", for example. what else flashes? lightning flashes. ambulance & police lights flash. flashing indicates danger. the indignation in her expression doesn't just "go away," it "evaporates." evaporation is the process of a liquid turning into a gas. gases can be toxic. jade is toxic to nolan. her face doesn't just become indifferent, it "frosts over." frost occurs in the coldest months of winter, when temperatures reach below freezing. jade's personality can absolutely be described as cold. she assumes an unfriendly, emotionless demeanour here to conceal her true feeling, which is anger - thus, the word "frost" is appropriate. that post about how "the author just meant that the curtains were blue" couldn't be further from the truth - every word that went into this line had at least some layer of intent behind it.

that was a really fucking long winded answer. i'm sorry. tldr: write whenever you feel like writing but ONLY when you feel like writing, proof read, try to avoid repetition, use poetic devices but don't abuse them.

oh, and lighting either a scented candle or some incense while i write. i have no clue why it helps, but it does. 👍