#I’m sorry the font is a bit weird

[theonelittlebastard]

“You’re dead, you’re dead, you’re dead, you’re dead and out of this world”

I decided to make lyric art for the theme song of “What we do in the shadows” hope y’all like it!

[dykecubes]

I’m actually 🤓👆the font he uses is arial rounded bold not comic sans

i've said it before and i'll say it again tommyinnit's subtitles are amazing and should be the norm and i'm so happy he does it

it's great for several reasons

it's in comic sans which sure could be for the bit but comic sans is a more dyslexia-friendly font, which is great for people with dyslexia trying to you know, read the captions.

the people speaking are color-coded so you don't have to try and figure out whose speaking

there is love and thought put into the captioning, its not just the words people are saying but also they show when things are music, the voice people use with the wiggly or static effect, have the sounds people make, and the little silly smiley faces that you can hear in the audio and it means people can get the full experience without the audio

its part of the video, its not just for people who need it, its a part of the experience which is great because it normalizes the use of close-captioning and makes the video more fun

so shout out to tommyinnit, any of his editors who do the captioning, and anyone who has ever done cations like this you are wonderful <3

[torialefay]

📞 “Bye Basket” 💬

bangchan x reader (f); drabble, fluff

✨summary: chan is leaving for tour, which means having to leave you behind. he makes sure to do for you what he can before he leaves.

✨wc: 900

✨warnings: none

• “Christopher, let me innnnn,” you pounded on the door of the bedroom you both shared.

• “Give me 1 more minute!” you heard him panic from inside.

• ‘What could he possibly be doing that he wouldn’t want me to see? I literally see his bare ass every day,’ you thought.

• He had been the perfect little boyfriend lately. Cooking meals, complimenting you 24/7, and making it a point to cuddle you for an hour every night. Hell- the two of you had just gotten back from a haunted house because YOU wanted to go. There’s no way Chan would have picked that shit.

• But he knew how much you loved Halloween. Even if he didn’t.

• He knew how this was your favorite time of the year. Even if it wasn’t his.

• And he also knew that he was leaving tomorrow. Even if he didn’t want to.

• Tomorrow he was headed out to begin his next world tour, and although you were so so proud of him, your heart hurt. How could it not?

• You actively tried not to think about it, but it was hard. You’d gone through it before, so you knew everything would be okay, but it definitely would not be fun.

• “Okay, okay, okay,” you heard Chan say as he waddled toward the door. He unlocked it and pulled the door wide open.

• “You good?” you asked, still confused as to what was going on.

• “Yeah, look!” he smiled, swooping both of his hands toward the bed in a grand gesture to focus your gaze there.

• You walked toward the bed to see a small basket resting on top. Inside of it was… laundry? Just a bunch of black clothes. Albeit very neatly folded black clothes.

• ‘Proud of him for that one I guess.’

• “What am I looking at?” you raised an eyebrow.

• “Wellll, I know you wanted a Boo Basket,” he tilted his head to the side and opened his eyes wide, putting on a look as if to say ‘See, I pay attention.’

“But I thought with me leaving, a Bye Basket would be a bit better.”

• You looked back down to the small basket in front of you. You carefully went through the contents.

◦ Your favorite of all of his black hoodies. You remembered how his ears had turned red when you told him how handsome he looked in it.

◦ A small roller ball of his favorite cologne. Classic Chan to get you your own. Hell, he loved it so much, he’d probably be excited if you just decided to wear it now. Scratch that, he’d love that his signature scent had become yours too.

◦ 3 packs of your favorite candy. I guess he was well-trained at this point. He immediately got them for you every time he went out to grab something- even if you specifically said you didn’t want anything.

◦ A heavy silver chain-link bracelet. You carefully examined it, thinking it was weird he’d think to give you this considering you already wore this exact one. The one he created that says “STAY” across the front. He wore it often too. ‘Weird’… You looked down closer.

No, this was a special one. It didn’t say “STAY.” Instead, in his own handwritten font, the inscription “CHRISTOPHER.”

◦ A small polaroid photo. It was one he had insisted on taking a few nights ago when you were cuddled up on the couch. He gave in and watched a scary movie with you. Obviously it was such a special moment to him that he was willingly watching one, so he needed it to be a memory.

◦ A black… battery? Charger?

• “What is this thing?,” you asked, looking up to Chan.

• “It’s a battery extender. For your phone! So even if you’re out all day, you can still answer my calls and let me hear that sweet voice,” he beamed, obviously proud of himself.

• “Channie, this is perfect. You didn’t have to do all of this!”

• “But I did. I’m so so so sorry I have to leave you, my love.” He sat down on the bed, pulling you along to sit on his lap.

• “I’m so sorry that my job takes me away from you, but hopefully this will help suffice until I get back.”

• You cupped his face and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ll manage.” You couldn’t help but smile.

----

• After Chan had left the next day, you went home to sulk.

• First plan of action: put that hoodie on.

• As you unfolded it and went to throw it over your head, a white slip of paper fell out.

• The final gift in the basket: a letter.

◦ “If you’re reading this letter, then it means I’m probably gone. I want you to know that wherever I travel, a piece of your heart is always going there with me. I promise I miss you more than you will ever miss me. I can’t wait to get back home to you already. This isn’t goodbye for long. I will be back before you know it. Love you forever. -Channie.”

———————————————————————————

If you enjoyed, please consider liking and re-blogging <3

check out my masterlist for more ✨

[warakami-vaporwave]

I’ve been pretty hugely inspired by your work, specifically the logos and stuff, to the point I’ve wanted to start making my own (I haven’t really been posting it anywhere).

I’m so sorry if this is rude in any way, I was wondering if you have a specific place you look to really capture the vibe of those classic ads/logos. Sorry if this is worded weird, it’s been a long day lol

Thanks, I'm always happy to hear I've inspired people! Questions like this are fun to answer, and this one is timely since I've spent a lot of this year focusing on getting better at logo design. People ask this from time to time so I'll try to cover this in a bit more detail, although the answer will be pretty long and tumblr might break some of these links.

The short answer:

To catch the vibe of a specific area, the advertisements in retro magazines are a really good place to start since you can see the trends of an era well. Luckily there are tons of scans of those magazines online. This works for most pre-internet design eras.

The long answer:

References for logos:

Google books has a pretty big archive of a lot of old magazines. Pick one that fits your niche (for much of my work, something more tech focused like Popular Mechanics issues from the late 70s/early 80s could fit well); https://books.google.com/books/about/Popular_Mechanics.html?id=gtkDAAAAMBAJ

Archive.org is a great resource as well. For example; this link shows branding for a ton of companies from the 80s; https://archive.org/details/bitsavers_unitedTechngineersMasterVol2_242068752/page/n389/mode/2up?view=theater

There are also books that compile logos of an era (I've been meaning to skim through some of these); https://archive.org/search?query=creator%3A%22Kuwayama%2C+Yasaburo%CC%84%22

This site has an amazing archive of designs, sorted by the typefaces used so you can really see the variety of ways you can use a font; https://fontsinuse.com/typefaces/1847/microgramma

This tumblr has a ton of scans of VHS cover packaging; https://vaultofvhs.tumblr.com/

Similar to the above, there are sites and archives for most any niche and era. This site focuses on retro product packaging; https://soft-electronics.com/home/

Youtube:

Youtube is a good resource for seeing how designers make retro-inspired logos. There are tons of designers making videos, just pick an era and look for 'retro 70s/80s/90s/00s logo design' and it'll show you how they work. Other than their thought process in logo design (which is a huge area in and of itself), seeing how they apply grunge and glitch effects helps as well.

There are tons of channels that do this but this is one of my favorites; https://www.youtube.com/@Texturelabs/videos

Just keep in mind that for all of this, some youtube designers will try to sell you classes, texture packs or plugins. You don't NEED any of them. Plenty of free assets and information exists. Personally I have never used any of it, although I might switch to using some in the future to speed things up.

Pinterest:

Within the last year I've started using pinterest for research more. I've found it helpful to create very very specific boards such as 'retro 70s/80s tv show title screen logos' and fill it with only the best, hit the 'More ideas' button and it'll usually help me find reference quicker and a few I've never seen before. Sometimes I'll get really lucky and it'll find visually similar ideas, but from a niche I never thought overlapped with it before.

Other places:

This is just the basics, although you can go much much deeper on all of this. I find it's easy for me to get carried away with doing too much research, and not enough actually making art.

Also, please keep in mind that I'm not a logo designer, or much of a graphic designer. Most of what I make fails (be it logos, or art itself). I spent a lot of time this year working on 40 logos to use in art this year. Of those 40 designs I'm hoping that I'll end up using 10-15 of them regularly. Each year I make over 100 designs, of them I only really like a dozen of those designs, and only a few of those succeed as merch.

Hopefully some of this helps!

[asteroidsdusts]

The Silence After the War

Gowther x King ; The Seven Deadly Sins

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Set after the war, Diane had left King behind, he had no one around him but the fairies and everything felt quiet. One morning King wakes up to Gowther outside of the forest in need of a place to stay.

(sorry there are weird time skips in this i’m new to writing one shots and this would have definitely read better in a long fanfiction font, but i wanted to shorten it and add time skips to keep it in one shot form </3 )

The war was over, but the silence it left behind was louder than the war ever was. King sat high in the branches of the World Tree, overlooking the Fairy King's Forest, the fairies were rebuilding during this time, and peace was finally restored.

Diane had left weeks ago, the giants needed her, she was born to lead them, and King couldn’t bring himself to follow, not this time, he told her that he’d wait and that he understood. He wasn’t sure if that was the truth any more.

The next morning he awoke to the sound of someone knocking – his magical barrier at the forest's edge. As King floated down, whoever it was, had walked straight through it. He blinked slowly, his vision still slightly blurry from his rest.

“Gowther?” The doll stood there, as expressionless and strange as ever. “What do you want?” King asked, and Gowther tilted his head slightly.

“I wish to observe the development of emotional stability after the war, particularly among those with extended lifespans; Fairies, for example.” King crossed his arms as Gowther spoke, he still didn’t fully trust the other sin.

“Is this one of your manipulation experiments?” King asked, his tone coming off more harsh than he intended.

“I am just interested in studying, I do not wish to harm anyone.” Gowther explained, pausing a bit before continuing. “I don’t really have any place to go, and I figured this would be good for me, I want to learn more about those around me.”

King hesitated at Gowthers words, he thought about how lonely he had felt since Diane leaving, and he didn’t have much contact with the other sins, he couldn’t imagine how lonely Gowther also felt, especially after learning he’d had a heart after all. King felt his chest ache, but he still kept his guard up.

“... Fine, just don’t mess with anyone's head.”

“I won’t,” Gowther replied.

At first the two rarely spoke. Gowther would spend days exploring the forest, he either had a notebook in hand, recording the things around him, or he had a book in hand reading peacefully. King had kept a close eye on Gowther, still not having full trust in him.

Each night Gowther would go up to the old treehouse that King had offered him for shelter, he never asked for anything else. King would stay close by, silently, still suspicious.

One night, a storm had rolled in, King floated above making sure everyone had made it to shelter safely, it was a particularly harsh storm, thats when he noticed a glimmer of pink down below, Gowther.

“What the hell are you doing?” King asked as he flew down next to the doll.

Gowther blinked, “rain feels strange. I’ve never noticed before, when it hits my skin I feel…” He didn’t finish.

King grabbed Gowther's arm, dragging him to shelter. “It’s not safe out there right now.” King spoke once they got to safety. Gowther looked up at him confused. “You can’t just stand outside during a storm.” King said firmly.

“Okay.”

They stood there in an awkward silence as the storm brewed outside. King sighed softly, dragging a hand through his hair, he sat down, motioning Gowther to sit beside him, Gowther muttered out a thank you as he sat down quietly. King turned his gaze to look as Gowther sat down, King held eye contact with Gowther, his eyes normally vacant, held something different now, he wasn’t exactly sure how to place it… longing?

That night when he returned home, he decided to get some rest for the night, he laid down he couldn’t silence the thoughts about Gowther. He didn’t understand his feelings. He tried to redirect his thoughts to Diane but the longer she was away the more King knew that his love for Diane was one that was made out of comfort, something he knew and felt safe in, he knew it wasn’t his true feelings and he let it drag on too scared to allow himself to know anything else. King didn’t particularly like new feelings, it made him feel less in control, he couldn’t help but cry that night before he was finally able to get some rest.

The following weeks King kept a distance from Gowther, that was until one evening when he noticed Gowther sitting at the edge of a stream, holding a broken flute.

“It belonged to a child,” he spoke a he felt Kings presence. “She gave it to me after I told her that her lullaby made my chest feel tight. She said it meant I had a heart.” King slightly flinched at Gowthers words, he knew that Gowther had to have been struggling with his memories, still not fully understanding, King wouldn’t even know what to do in his situation, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy for the pink haired man.

“You’re clearly trying, and that’s more than most.” King spoke gently, as he crouched down next to Gowther. As Gowther looked up to him, he couldn’t help but smile.

–

Over the course of sometime, King shared more moments with Gowther, unsure of what it meant.

Gowther’s footsteps were light, almost too light for someone so full of questions.

King watched him from a high branch, arms crossed, hovering in a half-hearted patrol. The fairies below didn’t mind Gowther. They found him strange, sure, but harmless, and curious. Some of them even liked answering his questions.

King didn’t understand it, didn’t understand him.

He still remembered everything, Diane’s lost memories, the awkward puppet movements, the way Gowther used to talk like a script he hadn’t finished reading. That guy had messed with people’s minds, warped their hearts, lied without blinking.

And now?

Now he stood barefoot in the shallows of the river, letting tadpoles swim around his ankles like he had nothing better to do. He had tied his sleeves up clumsily, the hem of his tunic was wet. He looked… normal.

King’s brow furrowed.

What was he even doing here?

He said he wanted to learn about emotions. That he didn’t have anywhere else to go. But was that it? Was that really why he’d come? King didn’t know what made him more uneasy; the idea that Gowther was lying, or the idea that he wasn’t.

That night, King couldn’t sleep. The forest was too still, the kind of quiet that pressed in on you, like the world had exhaled and forgotten to breathe again. He lay in his hammock, listening to the soft creak of branches, and thinking, again about Diane.

He rolled over and closed his eyes, and saw Gowther standing in the rain again, face tilted to the sky like he was trying to feel something, what kind of idiot stood in a storm like that?

King’s fingers curled, Gowther was strange. But he stayed. Gowther stayed.

He didn’t push. He didn’t pry. He didn’t treat King like a ruler. He just… showed up. Day after day. Sometimes, King wondered if the loneliness in Gowther was louder than his own, and that was the part that scared him, because it was starting to feel familiar.

–

King had noticed that Gowther began acting off, Not in his usual, analytical way, more withdrawn. He’s stopped asking questions. He avoids eye contact. Something’s shifting, and King, who’s more attuned to subtle emotions than he lets on picks up on it.

One night, King senses a strange magical frequency near the old part of the forest. It’s faint but persistent, like a magical heartbeat. Curious, he follows it. King lands near an abandoned glade, one they hadn’t used since before the war. He could hear something, a low hum of magic, subtle but unnatural. There was a small structure nearby, makeshift, like someone tried to hide it.

Inside was a table. Notes. Magical etchings carved into the surface, and in the center a crystalline object shaped like an open eye, resting in a containment field.

King approaches cautiously. The relic reacts to him. He freezes. For a moment, he doesn’t breathe. Then, from behind him—

“It only happened once.” Gowther’s voice. Quiet. Honest. Guilty.

King turns slowly. Gowther stands there, unreadable but softer than usual. Like the act of being caught has cracked something open.

“You used it on me?” King asks. His voice is thin.

“I activated the resonance field for a moment. Less than three seconds,” Gowther says. “It didn’t alter anything. It only… harmonized our magical auras. I wanted to see if I could sense compatibility—emotional potential.” The goat sin claimed in a matter-of-fact way.

King stares at him. “And you didn’t think to ask?” He didn’t know what to think of the situation, confusion was making him feel dizzy.

“I was afraid,” Gowther admits. “Afraid that if I asked, you’d say no. And that if you said no, it would mean this feeling I’ve been having… isn’t real.” King couldn’t even process what the other man was saying, his anger was already building up too fast to really be able to process what was going on.

King’s fists clench. “So you stole a piece of it instead, You stole a moment from me,” King said, the tremble in his voice surprised even him.

“I didn’t alter you,” Gowther said. “I only looked.”

“But I didn’t know.” King stepped forward. “That moment, by the river, I felt something. Something warm, something that felt like maybe... maybe I wasn’t alone anymore.” His voice cracked. He hated how small he sounded. “And now I don’t know if it was real, Gowther. Or if you made it happen.”

“I didn’t manufacture it,” Gowther said. “I promise, I just needed to know what I was feeling. I don’t trust my emotions yet. I trust yours more.”

“That doesn’t make it okay,” King whispered.

“I know,” Gowther said. “But I didn’t want to study you. I wanted to be sure. Because... because I think I feel something that I don’t have the words for.” Gowther stood with his hands folded behind his back, it had started to rain, and neither of them had moved. King hovered just above the ground, wings twitching, fists clenched at his sides.

“I told you not to mess with people’s minds,” King snapped, he hated the way this whole situation was making him feel, he didn’t understand it.

“I didn’t change anything,” Gowther said calmly. “I only observed, it was a passive resonance field, non-invasive.”

“You used magic on me without asking!”

“It wasn’t manipulation. I only wanted to know if—”

“If what? If you could feel something? If I would?” King tried rasing his voice, but his voice ended up cracking. Gowther flinched not visibly, but something in his posture wavered.

“I’m trying to understand what love feels like,” he said. “You… confuse me.” There it was again. That flat, patient voice, like he was discussing weather patterns or potion ingredients, not something that had deeply affected King and felt like something was tearing through him inside out.

‘You confuse me.’ Like King was a puzzle. A broken clock he wanted to fix.

He didn’t get it. He never did, you don’t get to study love. You don’t get to poke at it until it spills its guts and then write it down and move on. You don’t get to test if someone feels something for you.

Because the truth was—

The truth was—

King didn’t know what he felt, not exactly. Not anymore, but it was real, and Gowther had looked at it like it was just another line in a book, and King couldn’t stand that.

King’s voice came out lower this time. “You think you’re the only one who doesn’t understand love? You think you’re the only one trying to figure out if what you feel is real?”

Gowther blinked. “You’ve… questioned it?”

“I’ve lived with it. Loved someone with my heart, and still asked myself every day if I was enough. If I was feeling it right. If she was ever going to come back. If I should’ve held on tighter or let go sooner.” His wings folded in, the ache behind his ribs was unbearable. “And then you come in here,” he muttered, “with your blank stares and your questions and, and you just… you make it worse. You make it quiet, and I hate it.”

Silence.

Gowther stepped forward, carefully. The rain had softened into a mist.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” King’s chest tightened.

“I don’t want to be an experiment, Gowther.”

“You’re not,” Gowther said quietly.

King looked at him then, really looked, at the damp lashes stuck to his cheeks, the gentle tremble in his shoulders, no facade, no calculation. Just… him.

“Then what am I?” King asked.

Gowther hesitated. Then; “You’re the first person I’ve ever missed before you were gone.” The rain had stopped. Mist clung to the forest floor like breath held too long. .King stood frozen, the anger had drained from him all at once, leaving nothing behind but weight, that ache again. That unbearable warmth that wasn’t just pain, it was want.

Gowther stood a few feet away, his hands were still folded behind him, but his eyes… they were different. Not empty, just full, soft. Almost afraid.

‘What are you doing to me?

You’re not supposed to look at me like that. Like I’m something you don’t want to figure out. Like I don’t have to explain everything I’m feeling for it to matter.

I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want—

But you stay. Every day, you stay.

Even when I don’t say a word.

What is it called when someone makes you want to stop hiding?’

King took a shaky breath. “Gowther,” he said, quietly. “You don’t understand what you’re saying”

“I think I do now,” Gowther replied, and then, almost tentatively he reached out. His fingers hovered for a moment in the air, as if waiting for permission, then settled lightly against King’s hand. King flinched, not from fear, from the softness of it. The gentleness of a gesture that didn’t ask for anything in return.

“You make it quiet,” King said, his voice breaking. “But it’s not bad. It’s… peaceful, and I haven’t felt peaceful in a long time.”

“I’ve never felt it at all,” Gowther admitted, the hand in King’s tightened slightly. “I didn’t understand why I wanted to stay here,” Gowther continued, voice so soft it barely stirred the mist. “But I think it’s because, when I’m near you, I feel closer to something real. I don’t want to study love anymore. I want to learn how to give it. To choose it.” He paused.

“I want to choose you.”

King didn’t answer with words, he stepped forward, closed the space between them, and leaned his forehead against Gowther’s. No kiss, not yet. That would come in time, but in that moment, the silence between them was complete, comforting, warm.

“I don’t know what this is either,” King whispered, “but… I’ll stay, if you will.”

“I will.”

Later that night, they sat side by side in the treehouse. Two mugs of tea, two hearts still learning the shape of one another. King dozed off first, head tilting lightly to rest against Gowther’s shoulder, Gowther didn’t move, he just sat there, still as the stars, a quiet smile curving at the corners of his mouth.

For the first time in his long, fragmented existence, Gowther didn’t wonder whether the feeling in his chest was real.

He knew it was.

[soxcietyy]

Temptation

Chapter 2 -> Chapter 3

Your dad is tired of you bringing home these unworthy men. None of them being fit to take care of you or to be given the family business since you are the only daughter. He decides to find you someone fit to be your husband and receive help from the father of the church. That’s when you meet Yuta, though just because he goes to church doesn’t mean he’s much of a saint

Mafia, murder, violence, mentions of religion, (will contain other things in the next chapters)

The date went rather well… yes he was acting weird time by time. For example he would look at you then towards the direction of the exit and finally to his right where a group of men sat. His eyes always seemed to be darting in thoes specific spots. He was very vague with the answers to your questions and would switch the topic back to you immediately.

You could feel the floor move as he bounced his leg up and down. Was your dad really going to let you marry this man? Not that you disliked him but this was rather a great surprise to you.

"Don’t you think I should be getting to know you a bit more?" You clasp your hands together under the table. "Tell me about your family!" You say.

He looked up at you surprised as he took a sip from his drink. "They’re well, alive and well." Yuta pokes at his steak, clearly not being hungry. He had taken you to this big fancy restaurant and ordered himself the most expensive steak just so he could look at it.

"What is your field of work?" You ask as you sunk your fork into a grilled piece of fish.

Taking a sip of his wine again he chokes at the sudden question. He clears his throat and answers the question after a few minutes of contemplating. "I am a business partner."

"Oh really? What is your business about?" You perk up. Obviously you knew about the business world a bit and that topic intrigued you. Your father has taught you the little bit of things that you knew.

"I don’t think you would be quite interested in it. I don’t sell jewelry or dresses. It’s just trade, nothing your small head should worry about." He pats his front pocket and pulls out a buisness card. "I’m under the Gojo franchise."

The small card was being handed to you and you accepted it. It had the company’s name written on it in a cursive font with big dark blue letters.

"What are you trying to say? That I’m not knowledgeable enough to understand any of this? Do you know who I am? I’m the daughter of one of the best wine distributors. You’re literally drinking our company brand as we speak!" You furrow your brows.

He quirks his brow and lifts the glass up to take a good look at it. Inspecting it as if he actually knew how to evaluate such thing. You watch as he took a sip from the glass and tasted the drink. Dragging his eyes back to yours he simplify shrugged and put the glass to the side

Your father has taught you about being a lady and to never let anger get the best of you. But he just spouted the most ridiculous thing ever. Did he really think he was going to win you this way? Unbelievable, this was the last time he was ever going to see you.

"That was really good actually, the best iv ever had." Yuta smiled at you. "Right, I’m sorry for saying that. I’m just not used to being around many women. I was secluded when I was younger and was always around buisness men. I really had no time to just be a kid. The second I was able to read and write I was forced to learn everything I know now." He looks down.

Was that even justifiable?! But at the same time your heart ached as he talked about his childhood. This poor man was forced to grow up too fast and never had the chance to be a boy. You reached out for his hand that rested on the table. He looked up at you.

"Thank you for opening up to me, I know it was probably hard to tell me."

"Yea it’s kind of embarrassing for me to admit that I have no experience. I told father everything and he promised to find me a lady suitable for me. Someone kind, understanding, forgiving … stunning." He pressed your palm onto his cheek as he looked at you.

Your heart melted as you stared at his dark blue eyes. His soft warm cheeks made you want to pinch them.

"Goodness what am I going to do with you. Such a handsome man with a heart of gold. I want you to know that you can always rely on me." You say forgetting everything that happened a while ago.

"Wait does that mean you’ll give me a chance?" He looks at you surprised.

You nod at him with a blush on your face.

" I’m going to treat you so well you have no idea." He pulls your hand towards his lips and plants a kiss on it.

His gaze drifted towards you as his lips stayed on your skin. Until he looked to the side and let’s go. Intertwining your hands together he couldn’t help but wear a big smile on his face. You’ve never felt this way before but you felt excited. This was something new for you and him. It was going to be a such an experience.

He ended up taking you home but before he left he wanted to have another talk with your father. Probably saying that you both had agreed on dating. If things work out you guys should be getting married in a few years.

You watched as the both of them enter your dads office and when the door closed your mom grabbed your hand and dragged you to the kitchen.

You looked at her shocked as she grabbed your face and searched you up and down. She ignored your questions as she investigated to her heart’s content. When she decided you were in the clear she let out a sigh. She looked like she had been stressed all day.

"You arnt hurt are you?" She said worried

"No mom, Im perfectly fine. You don’t look okay though." You say looking at her red puffy eyes and smudged makeup.

"I told your father to find you a good man y/n! A good man but he’s so stupid." She held your arms tight. "Don’t worry I’ll get you of of this."

Your mom was usually a vey calm and collected person. She was the standard in your big family and everyone wanted to be rich and elegant as her. Seeing her act like this frightened you. If anyone saw her acting like this they would think that she was out of her mind.

"Mama you don’t have to worry about me. Yuta is such a kind gentleman. He’s not going to harm me nor is he going to kill me. I don’t think he would hurt a fly actually. You can relax and be sure that everything will be fine." You hug her tight. "You can even supervise all my dates if you want. You already know it’s going to take a few years before I actually go home with him or get married. Papa isn’t that easy to sway." You kiss her forehead.

"Your father…I don’t know what’s gotten into him. I don’t know why he would agree to let him take you on a date with a boy related to the Gojo’s."

There it was again, that last name that keeps popping up. You might have to start investigating that family to find out what this whole thing is about.

"Y/n be careful with that boy and if your scared that something is going to happen just comply and find a way to escape him. That family, they’re not to be messed with. You can seriously get hu-"

"We’re leaving." You hear a voice from the kitchen entrance.

The both of you jump, startled by the voice that spoke behind you.

Leaving? You mouth confused.

Yuta grabs you by the arm and leads you to the front door. You try to stop in protest but he kept pushing you fowards as you walked.

"What do you mean she’s leaving?! F/n what the hell are you thinking?!" Your mother shouts.

Before you could hear the answer to that the door behind you was shut. All you could heard was faint yelling, crying and the loud crickets that created there sweet sounds of the night. Everything was happening so quick that it didn’t give you time to think and process.

You were in the car by the time you even had a question about this whole situation. You couldn’t even recall when he put the seatbelt on you or when he started driving. This all felt like a dream.

Everything was happening in the blink of an eye and your dad was acting so weird. You definitely wernt going crazy because your mother was seeing this too.

"Who are you?" You demand.

Yuta turns to look at you, his glossy eyes shining with the moonlight. "What do you mean by that?"

"You arnt an average person are you? You’re different, I don’t know how but I can feel it." You stare at him as he faces the road once again.

He didn’t answer for a long time. It almost felt like forever. You were starting to think you wernt going to get an answer until he finally sighed.

"Yuta okkotsu, head of the trading branch that belongs to the Gojo franchise. Born and raised in upper NewYork."

You frown seeing that he told you what you already knew. Was he really going to keep it hidden? Not like it mattered because you were going to figure it out one way or another.

You looked at him up and down trying to break him but something caught your eye.

On the front pocket of his dress shirt was a pen, that seemed to be pushed down. Meaning he had used it not too long ago because that wasn’t like that when you met up with him today. That means he had signed something recently. If your dad had sent you off with him and he has a pen on him that could only mean…

"Did you just buy me?" You cross your arms.

His eyes drag back onto you. His once cool and calm gaze turned to something that seemed like he was alert. "No, are you okay sweetheart? You’re asking me such odd questions tonight. I think you might need to rest." He says.

"No." You protest. "Why did my dad agree to let you go on a date with me? Why did he not Interagate you more? Why was he so aggressive with you in the beginning and now he’s not? Why is he always smiling when he sees you? Why am I in the car with you right now? Why am I going home with you? We’re not even married for me to be sleeping with you." All of these questions came out at once. You didn’t know why by you where breathing fast and you found yourself gripping the door to your right. Suddenly you felt your body being lurched forward by force.

Yuta had stomped on the breaks causing the car to come to a hault. You held your chest with you hand trying to calm down your racing heart.

"Do you always ask this many questions?" He asked unamused.

You didn’t dare speak a word after that.

The ride to his place was silent. Not a sound came out of the both of you. Not like there was anything else to talk about.

You looked out the window at the different houses and stores that you passed by.

They all looked unfamiliar because you’ve never been in this part of town. The buildings were bigger and the houses had such big plots of land. They where huge mansions that sat on the hills and smaller ones that where ground level.

Unfortunately you hadn’t payed enough attention in the car to know where you were at or how to get back home.

The car came to a slow stop making you look in front of you. When you did you could see a man opening the gates letting the car go in, it was dark but that didn’t prevent you from seeing this huge white mansion that stood in front of you. It had balcony and vines hanging from the side. A handful of cars were parked on the far left side of the house under a tree.

He helped you out and held your hand the entire time. Could it be that he was afraid of you escaping? Unlocking the door he took you straight upstairs quietly. Almost as if he was sneaking you inside the house. You tried to look around the area but it was hard to do that while someone ushered you up the stairs.

you could see how his dress shirt hugged his back. How his pants fit a little bit too perfectly on him. The smell of his cologne being leather scented. The jewelry he wore on his hands. A scar that wrapped around his wrist that looked like it was made not too long ago.

You stumbled on a step making him stop to make sure you were okay. He had been walking a little bit too fast making it difficult for you to keep up with him. He then decided to walk a bit slower giving you more of a chance to look around. The house was huge from the looks of it. The walls where a creamy white and the floors where a dark brown wooden color. The house seemed to be very clean, everything looked perfect actually. Not a spec of dust in sight making it odd. Your mother was a clean freak but not even she could get it this clean. The walls were littered with crosses and pictures of saints. Unfortunately this place look like it had not been touched by a women. It was missing the home like feeling.

He ended up sitting you down in a chair that he had in what you assumed was his bedroom. It was twice the size of yours and it had a balcony. He had a big dressers, big bed, a sofa and a chair with a table. It seemed a bit too big for someone like him. Then again maybe that’s why you were here. His tall body moved around the room as he put things from his pocket on a dresser. He threw his coat that he had been carrying on a chair. Then turned back to you.

"I’m going to go downstairs to do something. You can stay here and do whatever you females do on their free time." Yuta said as he walked to the mirror and fixed his shirt. "Your to absolutely not go downstairs okay?" He says making eye contact with you through the mirror. "No matter what you hear you ignore it." You could see his intense gaze looking at you showing you how serious he was being.

You nod at him.

"Splendid, You’re not hungry are you? I think I might have something downstairs that I can get you, if not I can get you anything you want." He approaches you and presses a kiss on your forehead as if this was the norm. You look at him with a look he could not possibly look away from. "You really are something huh? How about we can have some fun when I get back?"

You reach for your neck and touch the cross necklace that rested on your clavicle. He takes a step back and looks at you amusingly.

"Right, of course."

Walking out he closes the door behind him leaving you alone in this cold room. Your hand runs through the cold bedding sending chills through your body. The things you mom had said played over and over in your head. But you could t leave yet, what if your dad sent you straight back? Maybe now was the time to find out who he was.

Standing up you walk to the coat he had threw to the side. Picking it up you slipped your hand in each pocket taking anything out. You pulled out some money, recipes, cigarettes, and a folded paper. Slowly you unfolded the wrinkly paper afraid that he could possibly be right outside the door. It contained random numbers and your name on it.

You take a seat in the hard floor and shove it in your dress. You would probably find use for it later on.

Suddney something shiny caught your eye, looking down at it you spick it up. It seems to be a pin with a design in the front of it. The more you looked at it the more it reminded you of the one your dad wore. It was a cuff link, these were used a show off wealth and status. Usually the things on them had meaning. This design was one you remember seeing somewhere. Holding it up to the light you look at it more trying to catch every detail you could. Then you remember that you saw it in the card he had given you. Quickly you looked for the card you had stuffed somewhere.

As you dug through your bag you could feel it squeezing through your fingers. Then pop it was out of your grasp. You quickly reach out to catch it.

Unfortunately you weren’t careful enough with it and it ended up out of reach. You gasped as it hit the floor making a loud echo. That’s when it started to roll away from you. Quickly you got up and ran to grab it but missed the first time. It was rolling faster and faster gaining speed. You struggled to grab it and by the time it stared to loose momentum it had went under the double doors. You bite your lip debating on whether you should go out but you would be in big trouble if he found out you grabbed it. Cuff links can range from cheap to very expensive and that’s one looked like it was worth a heavy penny.

Opening the door you look around the floor to find the dam thing heading down the stairs. Everytime the cuff link made impact on a step, a loud clink could be heard. You wince at each sound it made. Taking your heels off to make less noise you chase after it. Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs you snag it before it could run any further. You take a deep breath relieved that you finally had it back. 

"Well I haven’t seen one of you since the last one." A man said. Turning around you see a tall man with a long beard looking at you. Somehow the hair didn’t transfer to his shiny bald head. You weren’t sure who this man was so you tried making conversation really short with him so you could get back but maybe this could work out for you.

"Oh, your telling me he’s had other girls?"

"Obviously he has, you must be an idiot to believe that man hasn’t had a woman. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a child somewhere." He laughs.

Well now you knew that whole sob story was a lie.

"Right because he’s a very important guy right?"

"I think you’re underestimating him, he’s literally the reason the Gojo franchise is still running with no competition. Then again he literally m-" before he could finish his sentence a long shot rang out. You quickly duck from the sound taking cover from the shot. Who in the world could be carrying in such a nice neighborhood?! Usually you heard these type of things on the other side of town. It took you a minute before you looked back up but when you did Yuta stood infront of you.

"Didn’t I tell you to wait upstairs." Yuta squats down to get eye level with you.

Behind him you could see a crowed of men walking out a room. He must of just gotten out of a meeting but why was it at his house? He quickly snagged your attention by grabbing your face.

"You’re not answering." He says.

There was no point in lying to him. Slowly you open your hand and show him the cuff link. He looked at you surprised and took it from you.

"Where you trying to give this to me? Because you knew I had a meeting?" He says as his ears began to turn pink.

You had no idea how he came up with that conclusion but you didn’t deny it.

"Well that was really kind of you and uh darling, where are you heels?" Yuta looks down at your feet that touched the floor. You laugh awkwardly not knowing how to explain yourself. It didn’t matter much since he picked you right off your feet and carried you upstairs. Looking over his shoulder you look down to see if the man you had spoken too was still there. Instead you saw a group of people carrying something out the door.

"Y/n, let’s get some rest. You have a long day tomorrow."

[lillywhitefield]

Babe your writing is such high quality it’s worth the wait every time! Though if you felt like sharing a snippet of knot surprising to hold us over I’d definitely not be mad 😂

It's Friday but why not share a bit more just for fun 😊

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

One morning, Pen came to him as he prepared their usual cups of tea in the kitchen. Sweatpants hung low on his hips, and he didn’t have a shirt on, and she wore only his shirt from yesterday, hastily pulled on after their lovemaking twenty minutes earlier.

“Colin, I’m feeling weird,” she stated, her little disconcerted face amusing him.

“Weird how?” he asked, adding a little milk to her cup, and a lot of sugar to his. “Weird like you can feel a cold coming on, or weird like your skin feels too tight and you are craving a drink of water but it would never be enough?”

“The second one.”

“Me too,” he replied, placing a steaming mug in front of her and leaning on the counter. “Your birth control should be effective now, right?”

“Yeah,” she said, glancing at her arm where the implant lay, just before her eyes widened in realization. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” he smirked, taking a sip of his drink. “We shouldn’t plan anything for the next week or so.” Colin suspected that their respective heat and rut were close, especially after Pen scrubbed their shower clean and washed their sheets and blankets the night before. His own skin felt a little—crawling. Like he was sort of itchy but no scratch would ever satisfy.

“The other one came so fast. I know it’s normal to have symptoms before, once you have your first, but I still didn’t know what to expect,” she pondered, biting her lip adorably and taking a careful drink of her hot tea. “I guess I can expect ‘weird.’”

Colin laughed loudly. “I believe when it is described medically, one might say it is a feeling of general discontent and restlessness, combined with a slight fever.”

Pen smiled, rising to her tiptoes and closing her eyes. Colin had learned this meant she desired a kiss, and happily pecked her softly, licking her to taste the milky tea left on her lips. “Don’t you have a meeting with your publisher late next week?” she asked, an arm around his waist now pressing him to her body, their warm mugs in their hands between them like little heaters.

“I did, to discuss things like font colors for the cover and finalize the arrangement of the photographs. I will have to cancel it, seems like,” he said lightly.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized.

“Don’t be. I would drop everything for you, Pen,” he reassured her.

[relivethisdream]

hiii joeyyyy um my anonymouse opinion is that you are great and also you shouldnt feel bad for feeling bad . i know you would post your vents at weird times but lowkey thats just when i was awake so id see them all sorry 😭 speaking from the heart dont feel bad i get you and um keep doing your thing. imagine that last bit in a fun cursive font like ru paul

D’awww shucks you’re too kind… see the secret reason I always post my vents at Ass O’Clock is because I’m PST’s strongest soldiers nobody shall see it until morning time so I’m safe from Scaring The Hoes… if you insist it’s no problem then we’re gonna party till we’re purple. However if you’re really staying up That late in your time zone all I have to say is

[amikufanlol]

And since I thought this would work better, for now…

(I’m sorry I changed Krino’s font between photos)

Also btw idk if I need both but here they are anyways: for text out of the picture, colors & those weird ending things with their names (idk what they’re called). Also I put their pronouns down

-Krino⭐️🍬 any

-Jinwari🌧️ it/its (I couldn’t find anything to fit other than the rain symbol if anyone has any suggestions it would be GREATLY APPRECIATED-)

-Saitei🌀💊 she/her but at this point doesn’t care (almost forgot about Saitei! Couldn’t have made her thing blue since her buddy & another person are ALREADY blue and there are no more blue options. Had to stick to bold and italicized white

-Clover Knight🍀🗡️ he/they (currently stuck in WIP hell)

-Unnamed OC #1👾💾 she/her. (TECHNICALLY out of WIP hell. Still a bit in WIP hell, though.)

-Unnamed OC #2🌌🔭 they/them or she/her. Haven’t decided yet (the AI-generated by a random person to redesigned OC. Slowly getting out of WIP hell)

Not going to add OCs to this list unless I’ve STARTED their designs. Will only use them on the ask blog once I finish them & give them a name. Clover Knight MIGHT be an exception but he’s only being used in text until I finish him.

Random posts I feel might be important to some extent:

Basic information for organization where Krino does s##t

Tba…

[causenessus]

good morning, evening or afternoon my loveliness!! how’s your day been? have you eaten? MAKE SURE U EAT !! today i just had pasta in the morning like i literally JUST got off work and i was like okay okay time to reply to my dearest ness(ill probably have pasta again)(like ill be eating in between writing this LOL) but OH MY GOD MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I SAW HOW LONG MY LAST ASK WAS LIKE IM LITERALLY I YAPPED SO MUCH IM SO SO SORRY LOL i was like i genuinely went😧(AND THATS EVEN IN THE SMALL FONT!!)(deepest apologies to anyone who had to scroll pass that)

OFC I NOTICE THINGS ABOUT U !! i think it’s like a like my mind mentally notes the things you say and i kind of catch onto your mannerisms?(IS THAT WEIRD??)(like in a GOOD WAY ofc) and i just kind of recognize the way you write !! like i feel like if the roles were reversed i would 100% be able to tell who you are by the way you write(IN A GOOD WAY ALWAYS IN A GOOD WAY)(all love for my one and only always always) also yeah! i don’t live in the states but i think our timezones are the same or like one hour apart so I TOTALLY GET IT the assumption is valid! DONT APOLOGIZE AT ALL i would’ve done the exact same thing or honestly if someone said “i have the same time zone as you” i would probably be like omg stop they’re my neighbour LMAOO

THE RESTAURANT CHAOS SEEMS SO REAL like i’ve never worked in a restaurant so i can’t really imagine the environment but hearing the experience from you and my friend who works at olive garden i’m like… maybe i SHOULDNT complain about my retail job LOL LIKE IT SEEMS SO CHAOTIC? but that’s so true!!(sorry you probably have no idea what i’m talking about) LIKE I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN MAKING SURE THE CUSTOMER IS OKAY like ill be running around the store holding like pounds of clothing and ill have a customer come up to me like “erm do you have this in the back?” LIKE MA’AM RESPECTFULLY NO IM SORRY CAN YOU TALK TO ME WHEN IM NOT BUSY but i CANT say that so i just end up saying “im sorry whatever we have out here is all we have :)” then i scurry away like IM JUST A GIRL?? also also idk if this is a common thing too but lets talk about some of the WEIRDOS at work right so i know im 18 now but when i was a minor i had some weird interactions with MEN(let me just give you a little description of mango anon right so im like 5’1 and i have a baby face like “going into places saying i’m 13 for it to be cheaper” type of baby face)(but this is when i was like 16 i don’t think that trick will work anymore LOL) but tell me why i had GROWN MEN come up to me USING MY NAME(curse name tags) be weird? like i had this one guy literally tell ME(I WAS 16 OR 17 DURING THIS) “you’d make a good housewife!” when i was folding his clothes and at first i was like yo okay that’s a bit weird but then he was like “how old do you have to be to work here?” THEN i was like okay okay that’s personal information! so i was just like “oh haha idk” like awkwardly and he’s like “so do you have to be over 18 to work here” and i was like SIR okay your total is $18.67 how would you like to pay today! anyways it was weird, my other coworkers also had a lot of weird interactions so like one of my coworkers who was older than me just told me to not wear my name tag like our managers won’t make a huge deal out of it and whatever so yeah that was that, lesson of the day! don’t be a weirdo!

also i swear run and props is like favourite for tech theatre WHICH I GET like when i was in high school a lot of people liked being in run and prop because idk they like the big role or something?? i think also costumes and makeup was also pretty popular but like i remember one time the director flipped a switch on us because like the makeup crew was actually people from our cosmetology class and they would like fool around A LOT like they did the makeup but they would be like yapping a lot so one day my director was like IF UR NOT GONNA DO UR JOB THEN WE’LL HAVE SOMEONE ELSE DO IT !! and then everyone was like oohh okayyy(we got yelled at A LOT tbh for little silly things)(tech theatre ptsd ill tell u) and omg the kid who wanted your light job like CALM DOWN(i am now too spiteful against them)(i will hire the etsy witch to curse them for you) like i swear i’ve met some of the worse people in tech and its CRAZY like the ratio of normal people to absolute arrogant weirdos is CRAZY(ill be generous and say 1:3)and literally yeah like i didn’t want to continue with tech because of the toxic environment like i literally CAN NOT, i know people in uni would be a little more mature and like take tech more seriously but i STILL CANT LIKE there will always be that one person that will ruin it for everyone so i had to blow out the torch and unfortunately say goodbye to theatre </3 UNLESS ONE DAY IN THE FUTURE I HEAR YOU DROP THAT YOURE GONNA BE WORKING AT A THEATRE i’ll literally buy my plane tickets and sign up to be sounds and go be with you like YOU WILL MAKE IT BEARABLE and we’ll literally be the ultimate lights and sound duo like no one can compete idc if the other person has more years of experience than me I WILL STILL SQUEEZE MYSELF IN !! ALSO OMG IN MY THEATRE DAYS (in my good old days) literally most of the people who did take it serious were WOMEN like we are tech mothers!! we are women in STEM!! the majority of people who got on my nerves were men(i apologize to any men reading this)(but unfortunately it is the truth for me </3) ALSO PLS ITS SO FUNNY HOW YOU HAVE AN ICK FOR EVERY GUY YOU USED TO LIKE (i 100% get it) i love hearing about it too LOL ALSO THAT DYNAMIC OF STAGE MANAGER READER AND LIGHTS HEAD SUNA?? i can literally imagine suna being so silly and teasing while the reader has to take it seriously since yk.. it’s her job LIKE ITS LITERALLY LIKE MANAGER READER X SUNA BUT THEATRE-IZED (if that makes sense) also PLS DONT WORRY!! u have so much stuff lined up like take your time and don’t worry! at the end of the day everyone should be thankful that you’re even here sharing your amazing talents with everyone <33

also oh. my. god. if i heard someone say “ITS UP TO ME TO SAVE THE SHOW” i think i would die on spot like id stare at them in genuine disbelief and be like.. alright… alright everyone pack it up our HERO is here to save us like ?? omg and i literally had the same experience right so we were doing the shirley holmes play right and our lead just would not SPEAK UP LIKE ill admit. their acting was pretty good and stage presence was good but WHY CANT YOU SPEAK UP??? like literally so many times i had to like try to read her lips because i literally could not like it was so frustrating, and i couldn’t even be mad at her because she was good EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT SHE COULDNT PROJECT and yk why yk why she was like “im saving my voice for show night” like… excuse me… EXCUSE ME?? (anyways i have a lot of old rage from tech)(this is why i quit!!!)

ONLINE GROUPS ARE SO FUNNY LIKE I SWEAR ITS THE SAME LINEUP LIKE the oldest which formed the group, we have the middle area then the random minors who are like 10 years younger than everyone LOL but socks if you read this im so sorry </333 idk if i liked you back i was like 15 at the time but i promise you i wasn’t ghosting you </333 i was just trying to see what you said I DIDN’T MEAN IT !! ALSO DONT WORRY ABT UR TANGENTS BCUZ ME TOO i literally ramble and yap so much sometimes im ASTONISHED LMAOO

ALSO IM GONNA GO BACK MEMORY LANE FOR A SECOND BCUZ THAT ANON THAT ASKED YOU ABT THE ORIGINAL LOVENOTES STORY AWAKENED SOMETHING IN ME so i remember the first ever ask i sent in was when you were first making love notes like the intros were out already and everything and you were talking about how like having suga in the storyline was kinda messing you up a little bit and you were saying how you were second guessing yourself on it so i sent in a little anon ask(I CANT REMEMBER PROPERLY BUT) saying basically “hey !! you can still change the storyline because it is ur story !! just write what you’re comfortable with” SOMETHING LIKE THAT and u were literally so sweet and then that’s when you changed it and i was like omg ness is literally so sweet what then a few days later i sent in just a small like “hi ness how are you ! did you eat yet?” (i think those were my exact words i actually don’t remember) AND YOU WERE LITERALLY SO SWEET?? LIKE I ALMOST CRIED BCUZ LIKE you were like “tell me what you ate and how you are!” and i thought it was literally the sweetest thing ever so i made it my life obligation and role to make sure you were always taking care of yourself from now on like even if im busy i will always send a little “make sure to eat!! take care of urself!!” (i’ll literally be ur guardian angel from now on) i also think you put it in ur favourites and i literally MY HEART MELTED I WAS LIKE HHHHHH BUT YEAH anyways that’s the origins of mango anon LOL but anyways omg i yapped so much this took an hour to write (IM NOT COMPLAINING I JUST THINK ITS FUNNY)(but to be fair i ate between writing these) it’s so funny bcuz an hour passes by but i don’t feel like it’s an hour like i swear i black out and i just type type type and im like omg im done!!

ANYWAYS i hope you’ve had a good day today and that you’ve eaten well!! U DESERVE NOTHING BUT THE BEST make sure to take care of urself I APPRECIATE AND LOVE YOU VERY MUCH SO MAKE SURE YOU TAKE CARE OF URSELF!! always and always <333 xoxoxo

MY LOVELY MANGO ANON I MISSED U SM <3 HELLO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON HELLO CAN U TELL I MISSED U (like it wasn't my own fault i haven't been able to open my inbox until just not BUT NONETHELESS I MISSED YOU </33 LIKE I WAS WORKING AND I WAS LIKE "i haven't seen anything from mango anon yet </3" BUT THAT'S NO PRESSURE ON YOU!! IK YOU WERE BUSY AND ALSO HAD THAT 9-5:30 SO I TOTALLY GET IT OKAY NOW I'M GOING TO GO BACK AND READ YOUR ASK!!!)

I HOPE YOU ATE AS WELL!! dw i've once again been eating my depression meal staple BUT TODAY my toast had almond butter on it bc i'm just really obsessed with almond butter <3 SO I THINK I ATE GOOD TODAY!! AND I HOPE YOUR PASTA WAS GOOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON AAA I MISSED U 😭 AND IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN A DAY OR ANYTHING SINCE WE TALKED BUT I JUST MISSED U PLEASE DON'T WORRY ABOUT LONG ASKS AT ALL!!! PEOPLE CAN DEAL WITH IT AND SCROLL PAST YOU ARE MY ONLY PRIORITY <3

and i totally get what you mean!! i catch onto a lot of people's mannerisms/habits as well and always remember like super small details they'll tell me about but i feel like i've never met anyone else who does that 😭 YOU AND ME BEING TWIN FLAMES AGAIN MANGO ANON I'M IN LOVE WITH U <3

AND PLEASE AS SOMEONE WHOSE WORKING IN THE RETAIL AND FOOD INDUSTRIES RN </3 THEY BOTH HAVE THEIR OWN PROBLEMS like yes men are weird 😔 i can't tell if i appreciate the fact that like 50% of the sushi chefs i work with have/have had a crush on me and the way they all stare 😭 or find it uncomfortable BC LIKE on one hand they are very nice!! and it hypes me up!! like most of them are just "aw you look like ur mother <3" since i work at that job with my mom (unfortunately) but then the one's who like me are like "do u want me to cut watermelon for u 👴" LIKE NO BRO GET AWAY 😭😭 AND LIKE FRFR THE TERRIFYING INTERACTIONS I HAVE WITH OLD MEN ESPECIALLY WHEN I WAS A MINOR???? THAT WAS NOT GOOD AND THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED READING YOU TALK ABOUT THE MAN THAT SAID YOU'D MAKE A GOOD HOUSEWIFE LIKE??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? LITERALLY WHO SAYS THAT TO ANYONE AND EVEN MORE TO LIKE SOMEONE YOUNG WORKING A RETAIL JOB AND LIKE 50K MORE REASONS WHAT IN THE WORLD 🤮🤮🤮 it is literally horrible that like you have to not wear a nametag just to prevent those interactions 😭 but at the same time nametags suck!! and i never wear mine bc i just don't care LMAO

TECH THEATRE PTSD </33 IMO I ALWAYS THOUGHT RUN/PROPS WAS SUPER POPULAR JUST BC IT SEEMED LIKE THE EASIEST THING TO START IN IF THAT MAKES SENSE?? LIKE LIGHTS/SOUND ALWAYS SOUNDS INTIMIDATING AND FOR MY SCHOOL (going to stop talking in caps bc idk why i'm screaming all the time like for what?? calm down ness it's ok) we had like a SINGLE person on makeup (and so our tech director would do specials) and like just a few people for costumes. sound was usually like two people, lights was a bit bigger (unfortunately)(i HATE working with people)(except if i worked with u <3 i would be jumping for joy and my life would be sunshine and rainbows <3), but run and props was always the biggest. like i started there bc it seemed the least scary!! so i think that's a lot of other people's thought process too 😭 WE ALSO GOT YELLED AT A LOT FOR STUPID THINGS or i mean idk if it was stupid we kind of deserved it bc like theatre kids yap SO much but like my director during tech week would always be like "we must preach patience and kindness guys!! everyone is stressed during this week so please be patient with each other ❤" and then HE'D be the one to blow up like my freshman year when i got thrown into ASMing for our spring play backstage like someone on my side was talking and my director like LOST IT and came into the wing from behind me and started yelling at us and literally gave me a panic attack 😭😭 like i had to leave bc i could NOT breathe and luckily someone found me bc i was fully about to pass out LMAOAOAO AND THEN my junior year is when i started lights and so u probably get this but like yk lights and sound is always in a booth (which i think are always behind all the seats, right? or at least that's how it's been for every theatre i've gone to) and so our director lost it again bc someone was talking i think but since i'm in the booth we watch this middle aged bald man get up and go behind stage and we're all like "oh no."

like that rehearsal full on stopped everyone started hiding LMAO OUR PEOPLE WITH HEADSETS BACKSTAGE PUT DOWN THEIR MICS SO WE COULD HEAR WHO HE WAS YELLING AT but everyone in the booth went on lockdown like our spot op ran up to hide in the booth and then we locked the door and i hid on a speaker bc i was NOT getting yelled at again but then we resumed rehearsal and our director never came up so my stage manager next to me and me were like "oh thank goodness he didn't come yell at us" AND THEN HE POPPOED UP RIGHT OUTSIDE OUR BOOTH WINDOW AND I SCREAMED 😭😭😭 AND HE CAME IN AND THEN JUST WENT

"okay how's it going? what do you need from me?" i need you to LEAVE SIR MY SOUL JUST LEFT MY BODY

ANYWAY THE 1:3 RATIO IS SO GENEROUS LMAOOO there is so much toxicity there 😭😭 so i totally get it. when the theatre world comes crashing down u and i will make our comeback mango anon!! we'll go in as a fire lights and sound duo together and beat all the professionals despite only having high school experience LMAO

I ALSO HAVE A LOT OF OLD RAGE FROM TECH THAT'S WHY I'M STILL MAD AT THE KID WHO TRIED TO STEAL MY JOB 😭 i will never get over the "it's up to me" quote like literally i remember that and the RAGE THAT FILLS MY VEINS OMG anyway 🌸 "i'm saving my voice for show night" HELLO??? I BET SHE DIDN'T EVEN SPEAK UP DURING THE ACTUAL PERFORMANCES OR NOT THAT MUCH LOUDER AND LITERALLY LIKE IF UR VOICE IS THAT SENSITIVE GET OUT OR FIX IT OR SOMETHING IDK BUT LIKE U CANNOT DO THAT (i am with u completely on the still having old pent up rage as u can see)

ONLINE GROUPS ARE DEF FUNNY AND THE RANDOM MINORS BEING 10 YEARS YOUNGER THAN EVERYONE ELSE IS SO REAL 😭😭 pov 2020 when i was on a shifting discord server.....and there were people of all ages....what a time that was....i don't want to think about it anymore....

AND AAAA MEMORY LANE <333 I REMEMBER EACH AND EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THOSE ASKS BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE SWEETEST!!! like i could not tell you how much it meant to me to have someone checking in to make sure i ate bc that's just something super like ??????? sweet to me <3 like i felt so loved reading your asks AND I STILL DO!!!! TIME FLIES WHEN UR HAVING FUN!! (barf. never saying that agian. way too cliche. BUT YKWIM) I LOVE LOVE LOVE THESE LONG YAP SESSIONS!! THEY ARE MY FAVORITE THING EVER <3 I'M SO GLAD YOU DECIDED TO START SENDING IN MORE ASKS BC YOU HAVE LITERALLY CHANGED MY LIFE AND MADE ME SO HAPPY MANGO ANON I'M SO THANKFUL FOR YOU AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IF YOU COULDN'T TELL <333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 (that's a lot of threes but i just spam threes as a way to get out pent up love/energy. it's like my way of stimming through the screen LMAO)

I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD DAY!!! TODAY HAS BEEN AMAZING NOW THAT I'VE HEARD FROM YOU MANGO ANON MY LOVE MY FAVORITE PERSON EVER MY SOULMATE LOVE OF MY LIFE <33333333 you deserve the entire universe and more!!! you deserve a sky full of shooting stars and thousands of wishes and for all of them to come true <3 i love you sm mango anon!! please make sure to take care of yourself too or i'll simply have to book a ticket and fly to you and take care of you bc i'll gladly be ur housewife <3 🥰 IT WAS SO GOOD TO HEAR FROM U!! AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY TOMORROW AS WELL <3333

[annlillyjose]

dairy whiskey – update 05 – i finished the book!

[image description: on a background of large, green leaves, a white serif font reads “dairy whiskey – update 05” / end id]

feels so weird to say this, but this is the last update for dairy whiskey – the litfic novel for messed up people (aka me and my pals)

the stats, the facts:

i finished writing this book on 28/06/2023 around 4:00 am

the first draft rests at 76,684 words

this book has ten chapters and ten vignettes

i am deeply sorry to dinah for all the pain i’ve caused her

i miss this book so much already that i cannot sit a minute without thinking about it

i am officially a wreck. a proud one regardless.

i also have a few goodies for y’all!

the dairy whiskey playlist

redeemed by ransom – the dairy whiskey chapbook

unsplash collection

if you think i’m obsessed with my book, yes, i am. i very much am i most likely will be for a long time (if not the rest of my life).

fun fact: i finished writing it a day before my twentieth birthday, so it’s officially the book i wrote through my late teens. gonna be super emo and say, “i grew up with this book!”

so, again, welcome to the final update for dairy whiskey, covering the last three chapters and vignettes.

excerpts and taglist under the cut.

disclaimer: this is an original work of fiction. plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated.

TWs:

chapter eight – mahalath leannoth

i’ve got two excerpts to share from this chapter. they’re super no-context, you know the drill.

The door to the room had been open, so I stumbled in, rosary in hand. Safety pins were scattered on the bed, some of them bent from pressure. The windowpane and the tiles next to it were covered in talcum powder. On the dressing table were two glasses of black coffee, its dry stain in rings on the bottom of it. It smelled of sweat and American body mist. One of the two pillow covers had been burned with an iron box, leaving an eye-shaped hole in the middle. Curly hair patterned the floor. Among those, like the promised silver lining in a dark cloud, I found it – a white strand of hair, thin, wavy, and membraned in cobwebs.

welcome back, grandma. bye again.

the next excerpt is another one of the thousand melodramatic emotional experiences that dinah goes through.

Nothing made noise. Every lone thing that had been alive and blooming in the village had died. Every land was barren, every river was flooding, every beautiful thing had turned to dust. Every face only a blur and every sound, a cry for help. Everything bleak and bleached, everything lost. Everything was gone and yet, the lives of everyone else remained the same; remained unchanged. Every family untouched but mine. All of them fortunate but mine. Everybody in their nests but me, a raven, flying about the village with a song in its head. It had come from nowhere, cutting through my silence, and it would stay forever as a muffled hum. A somber cry.

it actually runs a bit longer but yeah. that will be it for now.

vignette eight – lover’s vengeance

no excerpts from this chapter. enjoy the silence.

chapter nine – womb stain

teeny tiny excerpt from this one because i can never really shut up.

Mist covered the plantation and the road to the house. It rested in like a chiffon skirt.

vignette nine – vortex of wrath

we’re back with austin vignettes and pretty pretty prose for this pretty pretty boy.

Austin has been both abyss and mirrorball, but today, he is reborn in dirt. He is human more than he is boy. More than an accumulation of lessons and silences forced into place. Today, he is free, his wings unclipped, his fire unleashed. Today, he is lover. His ribs are knives sharpened against the metallic ring of revenge. His hands, mapped with fury, make love with sin. Today, he is man more than he is son. He is tide. He beats against the shore. Today, he takes in a sweep.

this goes on for another half an hour (more or less) because austin is everybody’s favourite and he deserves the world.

chapter ten – wine hearts

only one excerpt from this chapter too.

I woke up in the afternoon with pain piercing through my head. I sat up in bed, clutching chunks of hair in my fists. I buried my head in the pillow and groaned, but the pain remained. I got up and went to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and stood under it, the water, cold despite the sun, falling on my skin. My skin melted under it like a glacier, heat escaping every pore that had trapped it in. I lathered shampoo into my hair and soap onto my skin. I washed myself clean, brushed my teeth, and dried my hair with a towel. I wiped my body with another and changed into a fresh pair of clothes – an olive-green T-shirt and a creme long skirt.

also runs longer and talks about more things dinah does that are… ahem… unfortunately relevant to the (no) plot.

vignette ten – the beginning and the end

so, this is a vignette i might actually take out. i like how the story ends without it and kinda feel like this doesn’t fit that well, but we’ll see about that next month when i sit down for edits.

until then, that’s it! that’s my book! big thanks to everyone who supported me throughout the process of writing it. hope y’all get to hold this in your hand real soon!

– ann.

general taglist (ask to be added or removed)

@shaonsim @heartfullkings @vnsmiles @dallonwrites @sienna-writes @violetpeso @flip-phones @rowansghost @ambidextrousarcher @zoe-louvre @writing-with-l @magic-is-something-we-create @femmeniism @frozenstillicide @wizardfromthesea @rose-bookblood @coffeeandcalligraphy @rodentwrites @saltwaterbells @snehithiye @at-thezenith

[adultswim2021]

Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job #34: “Universe” | February 23, 2009 - 12:30AM | S04E03

The first thing: Celebrity Zillions, a game show where big stars (Whoopsie, Steven Spielberg, Johnny Depp, others) all jump around while Mr. Zillions throws money down at them while suspended from the ceiling. I love this one, this is one of Eric’s best roles as the dreaded ceiling man. His eyes go nuts, and you gotta respect it. The concept of a television audience sincerely rooting for celebrities to get richer is very funny to me. Plus, the weird guys in this are simply "icing on the cake." Without checking to see that I’m right: I think this is the first time they use the Johnny Depp guy, who recurs several times in the Abso Lutely universe (including a very memorable Nathing For You episode). 

Then, what luck, the return of Pierre! This is a PSA called “All the Food is Poison”, which features a chorus of young cheerleaders. At one point they stage a cutesy tableau where one of the lines is acted out as if she is sharing this information anecdotaly and not through verse. This is another GREAT one. The part where the girls all look more and more troubled by the song is so great. I love stuff like this. It’s art.

We get a second Gettin’ it Dunn featuring known nuisance David Liebe Hart as a guest. He makes a truly unhinged comment about alien women’s pussies. Then they make him apologize on camera for it. I love this too!!! 

Then we get a Brule bit, where he tells us to use fruit juice to make ice cubes and then put “THAT in your milk”. These Brules Rules are more hit-and-miss than I remember, but this is fine! It’s a funny idea. Putting ice cubes in milk! What a fool! The first time I saw this I cracked up when Brule calls the viewer a “bimbo”. I like that he doesn’t know what some words mean!

Tim’s Discount Prices and Eric’s Premium Prices is really funny. Tim and Eric are businessmen and pitchmen to boot, and are dueling via commercial over whose business “fits the bill” and puts “money in the bank”. They are selling prices themselves, and have slightly different mission statements. This one has some funny lines and truly rude riffs. Tim saying Eric will “Rape ya!” is pretty nasty by today’s standards, but I think of it often, for some reason. 

The only truly weak link here for me is another installment of “Afternoon Review” (The daytime show for women), which the joke is just that it’s footage of weird men being weird, and demonstrating talents that would not be appreciated by women. It’s whatever, but it’s one of those bits that has the “season three stank” all over it. 

The host segments here are ones for the ages; in fact it has been made heckin’ immortal in the memosphere (the animated gif of Eric going “bwaaaaugh!!!!” while animated big bangs ripple out of his forehead, mimicking the hand movements he’s also making). This one is pretty funny and charming. Tim’s material is more absurd, he just yammers nonsense. He gets flustered describing the shape of the universe and just leaves it at “it’s not a bowl.” Eric’s material usually veers into sexual matters, because the guy is a horny freaking devil. This sketch also makes use of footage of Kaz trying to open a door with a sword, taken from a deleted season three sketch. 

Eric describes bonding with his neighbor’s son against his father’s consent by swirling a flashlight around against his wall through the window late at night in what could easily be perceived as a flirtatious gesture. “I do this every night with your son”, Eric boasts. One of my favorite endings. 

There is more Universe stuff in the EXTENDED SCENES of the DVD. Or, you can watch it right here on youtube.

MAIL BAG

dont publish this but i am not doing the funny man of tumblr bit, you got an anklebiter with different jaws than mine

Sorry, you can't use such wonderful turns of phrase as "anklebiter with different jaws than mine" and expect me not to print it. As a compromise I'll just put it in a font that's a little harder to read.

Xaviers Maneuver mafia guy is not Chinese but Chi-talian-ese. Thank you

Lucky for you, I am willing to sit my ass down and listen. I appreciate the correction.

[foxgloveinspace]

I feel like I keep doin this kinda reply but for some reason brain says it’s better then commenting so sorry about that as always link to og post

@close-your-eyes-x all consuming is like. The perfect way to describe the feeling lmao. ‘They truly are all consuming’ yeah!! They ARE!!

@moonchildeath honestly I absolutely would get the tattoo, cause my idea of it is tiny af, but I have no money, and no other tattoos yet. I think if I had some of the other ones I wanted I would be getting it no doubt, but it feels a bit weird as a first one, lol. Or maybe not? A date in typewriter font wouldn’t be the worst thing to be stuck with forever, but I think I want to get some things from my other special interests first? For one I’ve had them longer lmao. I also have some, like, not as silly sleep token tattoos in mind?? Not to info dump about tattoos I want, but I have plans where like, my left arm has goofy, patchwork tattoos, and my right is a sleeve of like, the back where I can’t really see it is flowers, the outside looks like a storybook forest with a sleeping ghost cat at the bottom of it, and then the inside is something else that works into the sleeve. My current idea for the inside is sleep token related (kinda) of a deep sea sorta setting, with a giant blue whale mermaid, and then ST idea would be the angler fish from the Alkaline single. I know I want a Fullmetal Alchemist tattoo that’s Ed and Al and Izumi’s flemal cross, and that was gonna be my og tattoo, but I’m not sure if it really fits me anymore?? I still want it though. So yeah, I have a lot of tattoos I want, but no money and really no way to get them atm. But the one I talked about in those tags is definitely going on my list now, lmao.🖤🖤🖤

[satorisoup]

erm hi fwendss ^_^ this is gonna be like… a bit of a question but also a wittle bit of a rant… m’ confused ehehe T^T in tha small font cuz… s’ embarrassing for me… sniffles sosbsbs !!!!

b4 i start here are tha main components of da topic at hand : talks of little space, mentions of toxic ex bf, lots of typing quirks, some selfship stuffs, and wanting to feel more comfortable in my space without makin’ anyone else weirded out… needin’ advice methinks /nf

so like… i didn’t know that it wasn’t necessarily considered “normal” (?) to like… wanna be treated like a child sometimes… ?????????? (՞߹ - ߹՞) n e ways…

i’ve avoided dis topic for shosho long bcuz… i didn’t wanna be viewed differently n’ i didn’t wanna lose any of my cutie mooties or sumthin’ :< … but sometimes i rlllyyy wanna post how m’ feelin at tha moment but i don’t want anyone to be liek… “ lene never posts stuffs like dis” or “ why is lene talkin’ like dis” or “ lene is actin’ weird” yeah…

yeah n’ like… the thing i imagine tha most with my f/o’s is… them holdin’ me & rockin’ me like a baby or something… cuz s’ just so comforting :< n’ i want them to take care of me… and stuffs… and do fun tingsss like !! i wanna watch my favorite cute show wif them and ramble about it while they nod their head and tell me m’ so smart… MWUEHE dis is so embarrassin’. omigoodness…

which dis also might explain why i usually type wif lots of cute little quirks if anyone was wondering abouts dat… right now i’m feeling extra cutesie so m’ usin’ LOTS & LOTSSS ehe !! ^_^ it’s very comfortin’ to me so… yeagahshdb !!! :,>

dis alllll leads to my question… what would this be considered ?? :”0 is this weird… fwieeeeendsss :< i dont know wat to dooo… someone hold my hand or something i might cry T^T

when i was datin’ my ex (bad, yucky guy… nunu…) i do remember feelin’ little (?) at times… n’ wanting to feel comforted in a way that he couldn’t provide mefinks… like. sumtimes id hold two of his fingers wif my hand and he’d shake me off n’ stuffs… or when i wanted him to cuddle or hold me at all, even in a way dat was “normal” he wouldn’t… ehe… n e way… he did lotsa stuff that kinda made me feel wantin’ to be comforted more… but he was the cause of me feeling sad and i didn’t know what ta do… m’ very glad he’s gone :> there was too much pain in dat relationship… i wasnt ever comfy… n e way. i know kou wouldn’t ever dream of doin’ that stuffs to me… but i want to cope like dis… it makes me feel happy T^T

if i started typing more like how its comfortin’ to me… or if its a bit more quirked… would you be mad :< not all da time… but ya… ive always held back on it cuz… i didnt wanna seem weird or nuffin… sigh </3

will probs delete this tomorrow but !! i wanna know what ta do for realsies… this isn’t considered little space right ?? what is little space… :0 cuz if its when you feel younger than you are at times… yeah *nods* i fink. m’ sho sorry is this weird of me… :,< i dont wanna make n e one uncomfortable or something… oki. anyways…. WAHHHHHH !!!!!

any ways— to distract myself from dis ramble… look at my pwetty kiri (っ⸝⸝⸝ <) i wuv his hair like this shosho much… i just wanna smooch his cheeks :> nomnomnom !! (*ᴗ͈ ̫ ᴗ͈) his teefies… ehe :,> he’s so manly n’ strong… i want him to hold me mwuehe !! :3

sometimes i js wanna post abouts how much i wuv my sweetie pie shoto… n’ how i want him to smooch m’ cheeks ehe… or about kou :< my precious kou… s’ also why in all my selfships my nickname is usually sumfin’ along the lines of “baby”… ehehe ^_^

n’ i really want katsuki to hold me n’ rock me to sleep… s’ that weird ?? it might be out of character but… i like to imagine it mhm mhm :,>

or sumtimes i wanna play wif satoru… n’ be silly while he feeds me sweets n’ calls me his pwetty sweet princess :< andand there would be lotsa cakes !! and strawberries !! m’ favorite !! >//<

n’ i rlly love imagining gettin’ all dolled up in pwetty sundresses n stuffs dat choso likes :> n’ havin’ him hold my hands in his… ehe

ohoh !! and… holding two of sugu’s fingers wif my whole hand… :< n’ makin’ pinky pwomises… ouh… how cute… m’ kicking my feetsiesss !! ^0^

or ume holdin’ me like a princess… n’ lettin’ me watch as he cuts his veggies to make me a snackie… cuz he knows i wuv veggies… mhm :3

m’ sorry… gots a bit distracted thinkin’ bout all the stuffs i’ve wanted to say b4… ehe….. (つω`｡) i couldn’t help it !!

anyways, goodnight friends :> if u see dis & i delete it… yeagh… comments or askies r definitely appreciated sniffle :> im supa curious EEEK !! m’ shy excuseee me >//<

[gracie-rosee]

Hello, wonderful you! 🌼 I hope you've had a great week so far! I am a curious cat who's looking to get to know a bit about my mutuals, and thought this would be a fun way to do it!

This or That - Reading Habits for more fun, you may elaborate on your choice 😊

On the Sofa 🛋 or On the Bed 🛌🏻?

Daytime 🌞 or Night Time 🌃?

With Pet/Company 🐈 or On Your Own💃🏻?

Coffee shop/Library ☕ or Home🏡?

With Music 🎶 or Silence 🙊?

Digital 👩🏻‍💻or Printed📔?

Dog-eared 📑or Bookmarks 🔖?

Standalone 📕or Series📚?

Small books 📓(<350 pages) or Big Books 📒(350+pages)?

I hope you enjoy answering as much as I'll enjoy reading your answers 💝🌷

Hi!! Sorry for the delayed answer. I love getting asks like these, totally a fun way to get to know me! 😊

Sofa or Bed? I would have to say bed because that’s where I read most often. But honestly, I should not be doing this because I end up falling asleep there haha! So my answer should be sofa. 😆

Daytime or Nighttime? Hmmmm this might be a weird answer but it depends on what I’m reading! During the day I’ll chip away at my current read but in the evenings that’s when I find a cozy spot to curl up and read some fic. I have a long list of my incredible mutuals writing I am slowly chipping away at!

With company or On my own? Depends on the company. A pet for sure! But with someone else? I have all my emotions on my face when I’m reading so that might be a little embarrassing. Depends what I’m reading HAHA 😅👀

Coffee shop/library or at home? I love going to the library to read when I can! Coffee shops and places like that can be a little distracting sometimes. I like the quiet of a library. A different quiet than when I’m home by myself. I like the quiet of other people silently shuffling around, keeping to themselves.

Music or silence? Music definitely! I have to have some kind of background noise I think. Not too much though or it becomes distracting. What I normally do is put on some instrumentals in the room, not using headphones or anything. I find the music blends into the background the best this way.

Digital or printed? Okay I’m kind of like, weirdly particular about this. Typically I love physical books, bust it depends. Sometimes I’ll pick up a physical book, and no matter how much I love it, I would find myself bugged the font or the size or the feel of the book. This is only on rare occasions though. In most cases, physical copy all the way. I just like the customization of ebooks sometimes.

Dog eared or bookmarks? Bookmarks all the way! I have a habit of collecting them. Half of my bookmarks that are actually used to mark my page are not real bookmarks lol. They are scraps of paper or sticky notes or Barnes & Noble receipts. The real bookmarks I collect often sit on my bookshelf for decor haha.

Standalone or series? I think my sweet spot is a duology or trilogy. Often I would finish a standalone and need more. Lately, there have been some great duologies that hit the spot for me. Though it also depends on my interest in the book. If I’m invested enough to dive into a whole series.

Small books or big books? Depends on the book, but typically I love big books! 300-500 pages is a good length for me. 600-1,000 pages is… a lot. I’d read that much but typically those are books that are in a series and I’ve had the encouragement to read something that long.

I did enjoy answering these, thank you!! 🩷🌹

[arsonmiss]

winters in sumeru (part 1)

OH MY GOD THIS ENTRY IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY @kunikushi I hope you enjoy this despite me being to late to finish it I’m so sorry again 😭 also the formatting might be weird cause tumblr just??? Broke on me!???

right before posting edit: hey so I think I hit the word limit so I have to split this into two posts so the second one is here

charas/content: al-haitham, scaramouche, gender neutral reader, modern/college au, inaccurate weather scenario, author writes Cheese, kinda ooc i'm sorry i tried my best

Al-Haitham:

You placed the tip of your pencil against your lip as you chewed on it thoughtfully, staring down at the problem in your textbook. You understood the material fairly well, but this problem was made to be difficult, and you knew it’d be on your exams. You sighed and placed your pencil down, opting to run a hand through your hair in frustration instead. You’d been staring at that problem for almost fifteen minutes now, and it’d take a miracle for you to understand it. “You’ve been staring at that problem for a while. Are you sure you don’t want my help?” A voice asks from over your shoulder, causing you to turn your head to look at the source. Al-Haitham was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, a book in his hand and a cup next to him. His face was blank as usual, but also had a fair bit of concern on it. You shook your head at him, turning back to the books in front of you, deciding to move on to a different subject. “No, I’ll be fine. You can’t help me on the exams, so I have to do this by myself,” you said, going back to scribbling down more notes, cutting the conversation abruptly. After a couple more minutes of writing, your coat was placed next to you, and tapping was felt on the crown of your head. “Well, at least take a break,” Al-Haitham said, pulling on his own coat, slipping on his shoes. “C’mon, we’re going for a walk.” His tone of voice told you that it was less of a suggestion and more of a command. You stood up and put on your coat, deciding that it’d be good for you to stop staring at the same tiny font for now. The words were jumbling together anyway. “Hey, wait, does Kaveh have his key?” You ask, looking up at him as he gives himself a small smirk, locking the door and placing his key in his pocket. “No,” he simply replies, starting to walk off, you giving a little gasp as you caught up with him, smacking him on the arm lightly with a pout. "You're so mean to him!" You exclaim, him only giving a shrug as he kept walking, slipping his hands in his coat pockets. "Oh well. He should've taken his key. But don't worry about him. Just walk with me for now," he said, slipping a hand out of his pocket and grabbing yours, squeezing it gently. "Just focus on me for now, okay? I'm not particularly fond of you thinking of him while you're with me," he said, mumbling the last part, locking his neck and eyes forward to avoid your gaze as you looked up at him. "What do you mean by that?" "Whatever you think I mean." "You know I can't think, my brain is fried!" "That's a shame." "Al-Haitham!" He laughed at your pout, looking up at the starry sky above the two of you, watching your breaths of air create small puffs of steam. Maybe after exams he'd elaborate. But your brain was already fried, so there was no need for him to fry it more with the knowledge he liked you, right? 'Soon,' he told himself. 'Soon.'

Scaramouche:

You let out an internal sigh as you watched your lover walk into your shared home, already ranting about different people he had seen today. You had just wanted one night of peace, but no. Not tonight. Not with him. But you loved him regardless, so you took a sip of your tea, closing your laptop and placing it to the side, glancing over at him. He had taken off his jacket and placed it on the coat rack, still grumbling as he took his spot next to you on the couch. "And seriously, if Childe says something else about our professor being hot I'm gonna kill him. Like that's not just our professor, jackass, that's my fucking mom!" You had to hold back a snort, knowing that any sign of amusement from you would only make him angrier. You listened to him go on a bit more before placing your cup down and grabbing his face, making him pause mid-sentence. "And I swear if I could I'd have Dottore blown away in a-! …What. What are you doing?" He asked, still confused by the sudden warmth on his cheeks. You nodded a bit, as if in thought, before standing up and handing him your blanket, pointing to your balcony. "Go sit out there. I'll be out in a minute," you said, walking off before he could question you, let alone protest. He eventually decided what you had planned couldn't possibly make his day any worse (he was being dramatic, it was only slightly annoying at best), and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, going to sit on the couch, shivering at the cold on it.

You walked out soon after, holding two steaming cups, handing one to him as you took your seat next to him, wrapping your half of the blanket around you in a shared cocoon. Scaramouche shivered, and you scooted closer to him, knowing he was both too cold and too smart to make a remark to push you away. "What's in the cup?" He asked, you taking a sip of your own. "Hot chocolate." "With milk or water?" "The way you like it." He let out a small hum, taking a sip of his drink, letting the liquid warm his insides and simultaneously calm him. "Feel better?" You ask, glancing over at him. He took another sip, giving a small nod as he answered under his breath. "S' fine. But why are we out here when it's so cold?" He asked, you simply raising a hand and pointing up. "Look up," you said, his indigo eyes looking up with an eyebrow raised. The sky was clear, and the stars were shimmering. And some of them were... Moving? "It's snowing...? But it's completely clear out!" He exclaimed, his understanding of earth science failing him. "Diamond dust." "Huh?" "Diamond dust," you corrected. "It happens when the surface is a lot colder than the air above it. It takes the moisture from the warmer air above and freezes it. It's like snow, except it doesn't accumulate. That's the short version, anyway," you explained, not noticing how his eyes gazed at you with wonder, like a child seeing a firework for the first time.

"Is that why you brought me out here?" He asked, you giving a nod as you leaned over to him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Yep. It's pretty, and it's hard to be mad while you're looking at something pretty," you commented, looking out at the dust, the stars, and the city. "...Yeah. You're right," he said, nodding with your words. The sight calmed his mind and his heart, but made it race all the same. A small smile graced his face, placing an arm around your shoulder. But he wasn't looking at the city. He was looking at you.